I apologize to my many faithful readers who've been urging me to pick up this story and write more chapters. I'm trying to get into the psychology of the characters which I rarely see in similar stories. I'd love your thoughts and insight--especially if your more of a Top and especially IF you are an Asian!!!!
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From Paul's Perspective:
I didn't quite know what overcame me as I slipped my cock into Matt's ass-pussy. It was the first time I'd ever fucked a guy and normally I'd have been repulsed by the idea. Yet, James is such a manly guy and I figured if he like tapping Matt it had to be alright. Plus, everyone knows that fucking a guy doesn't make you gay. It's being fucked that does that. Mentally I knew that and was curious because three other Asian studs had gone where I was about to go without losing their manhood.
Anyway, I knew I was naturally superior to Matt and most of the white guys I had gone to school with. Oh sure, some were arrogant bastards who thought Asians to be wimpy simply because we're not huge fucking monsters. But then, they also falsely assumed we're small where it counts. Hell, I bet my dick is as big as most of their brains!
All that being said, I know as most men should, that dick-size doesn't make a man—attitude and self-awareness is where it counts. Still, it was a bit heady to realize that my dick was larger than Matt's which somehow added to the psychology of the event. I mean, it's not like I was going to play with Matt's clit -- but I couldn't help being amused that it was nowhere near the size of a real man's cock!
As I was saying, when I slipped my cock into Matt it was like something I had never felt before. The walls of his pussy were like velvet. They sucked me in and surrounded me with a warm tightness that was better than any of the pussies I'd fucked in college. As I held Matt's legs, I felt so powerful, a feeling that was made all the more real when I looked down and saw his eyes, wide with incredulity as my manhood pressed in all the right places. Seeing Matt's clit and hairless little ball sack added to my own visual sense of being an almost superman or at least an Alpha where Mattie was concerned. It looked so puny compared to the spear, my spear that was violating him.
I had to give it to Tan, Matt's Vietnamese conqueror. He had trained Matt well in the art of submission. Clearly by taking control of Matt's orgasms and teaching him to come only when anally stimulated, Matt had developed a need to be fucked and soon was giving himself over to me.
Unlike women who are often passive lovers, Matt was cooperating with me by moving his pussy into place so I could piston deep and wide all the while massaging his prostate. Matt would later admit that he'd always suffered from premature ejaculation when he'd be jerking off so, in some ways, we Asian masters were doing him an incredible favor by prolonging his sexual enjoyment. Of course, I really don't know how much enjoyment a bottom gets...it's not really my concern...but Matt certainly was into it big time.
I remember how I held his hands on each side of his slim, pale torso in order to ensure he couldn't touch his clit while I pummeled him. He probably could have fought me off if he had the will to do so....but Tan had so formed him that he knew better than to try.
After a good five minutes of long-stroking that incredible sucking pussy of his, I could tell how close he was to getting off from all my efforts. Once again, I felt empowered by the knowledge I could cause a guy's orgasm simply by fucking him. This was far more fun than fucking some sorority twat plus fucking Matt was also a bit more of a challenge. I didn't have to use my hands playing with his clitty so I felt freer to let loose with my fuck. However, at the same time, I had to use my brains and senses to observe his reactions when I hit his inner organ. It was tantalizing. When I'd long stroke him, his eyes would glaze over. I almost came when he muttered, "yes, yes" like a Parisian whore as I hit his spot. And when my thick head pierced his inner womb, I thought his eyes would literally come out of his head! You talk about a power trip. Actually, I couldn't believe I was lasting as long given the incredible feel and sense of control fucking Matt had given me.
For a first generation, Chinese-American, topping a white guy was a phenomenal experience. I think it brought together all sorts of things for me. For the first time, and in a physical way, I could celebrate and enjoy my superiority over another man both physically, mentally and emotionally.
I knew I should have been more careful, fucking him raw like that....not knowing Tan or James' sexual histories, and I certainly would counsel anyone reading this to never, never do what I did. But, inherently, I knew they'd be clean, like me. Plus, Matt, here, was clearly an owned pussy, meaning, Tan wasn't the type to share what was his. Delicious....taking Matt was also, in a way, a reflection of the Chinese and Vietnamese rivalry that's gone on for thousands of years!
