Max and his wife Min, leave the big city seeking a less hectic life. A simpler day to day existence is what they hope for and they believed it will help solve their marital problems.
They find the perfect village, set up shop and where they think t...
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He left Max at the beach. He couldn't run because it still hurt. Green did his own version of an Olympic style race-walk. He did it until he reached his bedroom door.
Green's eyes were squeezed shut. He was right there, so close, he just had to keep the vision of Heng in his mind.
He was picturing Heng's back and how wide his shoulders were. Heng's thick upper-arms added to the breadth and exaggerated the slenderness of his waist. He had no flare at his hips and from behind, Heng's rear made Green think of two perfectly baked and risen bread rolls. Hot, buttery, steaming, and ready to be eaten.
He stiffened his legs. Green pushed his chest up. It bent his spine and lifted it from the mattress. His hand was cramping and his forearm ached. He filled his lungs and held his breath.
He cursed his faded bruises and healing ribs. If it weren't for them, he could have shown Heng what he could do. He could have been so much more active and gave back. He wished that Heng was as much obsessed with the memory as he was. "Is he thinking about it every moment of the day, like I am?"
Green pulled his feet up and put his soles on the sheet. He lifted his rear now too. Only his shoulders and head touched the bed.
His testicles tightened and drew completely inside his body. The image in his head changed from Heng's back, to his front. Green zeroed in on the erection that stuck directly out from Heng. It had no curves or bends and was as heavy as a lead pipe. Green's love of sizeable men had been met, and then some, in Heng. He couldn't forget it. He was sure it was something that would stay with him forever.
Heng's voice turned Green on. The way he walked and the way he smiled, the way Heng kissed and the feeling that came through his hands when he touched. All of these things would stick with him too. Green could still hear the way Heng sounded when he came.
Green used both hands. One held the Jolly Giant at the base and the other slipped up and down. He could feel it moving through the flesh and stopped his stroke. It came from him with the force of a canon and coated his upper chest and neck. Green pumped himself again and cocked the cannon for another volley. The second was no less powerful, it splattered on his abdomen and filled his belly button.
Green's legs flew out and his butt dropped on the bed. He blew the air from his chest and deflated.
He shook his hand trying to get the cramp to ease. Green opened his eyes and saw himself in the mirror across from his bed. He talked out loud to his reflection: "Max wouldn't lie to me or try to trick me. When I see Heng, I'm going to tell him I want him. Not for just one night, for keeps."
