It wasn't often that we were able to leave the small section of the city that was Chinatown, but that didn't matter, for there were always many tourists walking up and down Grant Avenue, peering into the shops, eating in our little restaurants. Handsome young men would look at me, and at my sisters and friends. We liked it, and we learned how to be sexy, how to tease. It was quite an education, really.
My mother was an incredible woman. My beauty comes from her – she was exquisite in every way. Tall, slender, dark and soft-spoken, she was the perfect wife and mother. She had four children, and I am the youngest, the baby. But as soon as I was old enough to understand, she taught me about sex and impressed one thing on my mind – that I was always to make my man happy. I knew it was my duty, as a woman, to give a man pleasure in every way. And one of those ways, she told me, was with my mouth.
One day when I was fifteen years old, after I had returned home from school, my mother gave me a very graphic lecture about oral sex. I understood everything she was saying, but I wanted more; I wanted to see the act, to watch it carefully, and then to perform it myself. I told her my desires and she said, in best Chinese tradition, "Be patient, little flower, the time shall come and with it will be your man."
That night was one I shall never forget. I was talking with my sisters about what my mother had told me, and I told them also of my desires to see the oral act performed. My oldest sister began to giggle and we knew she had a secret she had not yet shared with us.
"What is it?" I asked. She didn't reply. She just laughed and brought her fingers to her mouth. After great prodding, she finally spoke up.
"You know the young man, Kim Sing, who works at the laundry across the street?" she asked.
I knew him well, we all knew him well. "He is very good-looking," I said. My sister agreed, and then my oldest sister told us the secret:
One day I took a short cut through the alley be hind the laundry, just at closing time or a bit after. I was walking slowly because I had bundles in my arms. I heard a noise, a moan, coming from the window of the laundry room. I thought perhaps someone was hurt, so I stopped and walked up to the window, quietly – I suddenly thought perhaps someone was making love, and I would be embarrassed to come upon them. What happened was almost worse!
I didn't understand. "What do you mean?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"Kim Sing was in the laundry room, and it was quite dark except for one area where he was kneeling."
"Kneeling?" my older sister asked in surprise.
"Yes, he was kneeling, and another boy was standing in front of him." My sister blushed and turned her head. "Kim Sing was performing oral love on this boy, in the corner of the empty laundry room."
I could hardly believe it. I looked at my sisters, and we all began giggling in a very girlish manner. I wanted to know more. "Did you see it all? What happened? He was actually doing this to another man?"
"Yes, Mai-Lin, he was doing it to another boy, about his age, only he was an American. I have seen him many times – he drives a delivery truck to the laundry."
I remembered now – yes, I had seen the boy who drives the truck! He was very handsome. I nodded my head and my sister continued.
"Kim Sing was on his knees and the boy's penis was in his mouth. It was huge and thick, but Kim Sing put all of it in his mouth. I don't know where it went! And the boy was feeling great pleasure; I could see it on his face. His pants were down around his knees, and Kim Sing rubbed his testicles and his thighs as his mouth sucked on his penis. I was very excited just watching, and I knelt in the shadows of the building until it was over."
"Did Kim Sing take his orgasm in his mouth, as Mother has told us to do?" my other sister asked.
"He certainly did. The boy grabbed Kim Sing's hair, and pulled it, and shouted when it happened, and Kim Sing worked harder than ever to swallow every bit of his semen. I felt hot between my legs at that moment! I thought if only I could be doing it instead of Kim Sing!"
"Hmmmmm…" I mumbled, "I'll bet the delivery boy would like a woman to do it, but he can't find anyone, or perhaps he's shy." I don't know why I said that; I guess it was instinctive. We didn't discuss it any longer that night, and the next day all three of us went over to the laundry to see if we could catch a glimpse of the strange act that had excited us so – but Kim Sing only locked the doors and went home.
It was a week later when I figured out that the delivery boy only arrived on Tuesday and Thursday, and the next Tuesday we hid in the alley until it was time for the laundry to close. The delivery boy did not leave at the regular time, so we knew we were in for a treat.
We were very lucky. Kim Sing knelt on the floor of the big laundry room and the other boy opened his pants. But before he could pull them down, he suggested they move near the window, where some laundry bags were piled on the floor, so Kim Sing could kneel on them.
They were only a few feet from us, and we watched in fearful and excited expectation of the scene. The delivery boy pulled his pants to his knees, and then his undershorts. His penis was half-hard already, and Kim Sing smiled and took it into his mouth. He only sucked on it for a few minutes, and suddenly it was hard as a rock and about ten inches long! Then he took it from his mouth and started licking at the boy's testicles and rubbing his fingers down the crack of his ass. They had their profiles to us and we were breathing heavily on the window pane.
Kim Sing took the boy's penis in one hand and held it in front of his face as he started sucking in swift, regular movements, back and forth, as Mother had instructed. I was amazed at the expression of pleasure on the delivery boy's face – he was in heaven! He undulated his body and moved his hips back and forth, driving his long, hard penis deep into Kim Sing's young throat. I pictured myself in Kim Sing's position, and I trembled in pleasure. Then Kim Sing took his own penis out of his pants and started beating it up and down swiftly.
In a few moments, the delivery boy was sweating, and he looked as if he were about to pass out. He shoved his penis in and out of Kim Sing's mouth so fast, it was nothing but a long blur of flesh. Kim Sing's hand moved the same way on his penis, and all of a sudden white spurts of fluid shot from the swollen tip and his hand stopped moving. His cream gushed from the tip as his face still moved back and forth on the boy's hard organ. At that moment I couldn't resist the temptation to place my hand on my vagina – and I did, lifting my skirt just high enough to do so.
The boy moaned out loud and his body stiffened. His eyes flashed and he looked down to see Kim. Sing sliding his lips along his penis, holding his ass cheeks with his strong hands. Then he shoved forward and grabbed Kim Sing's hair. At that moment, the exact second his orgasm hit, he turned to the window and his face lit up in surprise at discovering his audience, as well as from the excitement he was experiencing in his loins. My sisters were horrified to have been caught, and they jumped up and ran out of the alley so fast you would have thought someone was trying to kill them.
I stayed and I watched. I don't know how I had the strength to do that, but I wasn't about to let the moment go for anything. The delivery boy looked straight into my eyes as he pumped his load into Kim Sing's mouth. I watched as a river of semen dribbled down Kim Sing's chin and fell to his soft penis, which was still sticking out of his pants. Kim Sing never saw me, but the delivery boy remembered me well, as I was to find out. When the boy pulled his penis from Kim Sing's mouth, I watched for just another moment until Kim Sing licked the last few drops of moisture from the huge organ, and then ran down the alley to join my sisters at home…