A week later, the following Tuesday, I was waiting outside the laundry when the delivery truck arrived. The boy was surprised to see me, and happy too, for he smiled. He walked by me and stared at me, without a word. I guess he didn't know what to say to a young Chinese girl who had watched him in a homosexual act the week before.
I went to the alley and at closing time, I crept to the window. I saw the delivery boy enter the room and Kim Sing signed some papers for him. Then they had a short discussion:
"Do you have time to stay?" Kim Sing asked, placing his hand on the boy's crotch.
"No, not today, although I am really horny. Maybe Thursday." Kim Sing looked very disappointed, but he didn't pursue the matter. He smiled at the boy and they disappeared through the front of the store.
I left the alley, disappointed that I wouldn't be able to view the scene which had excited me so, and in a moment I found myself walking next to the delivery truck. The boy was in the driver's seat and he was staring at me. I stopped – wondering for a moment if he may have planned it this way, if this was why he had refused Kim Sing – and then stood staring into his big blue eyes.
I thought I had fallen in love – it was all so new and exciting. He asked me to sit in the truck with him, and I did so, and in a moment we drove into the deserted alley and parked. No one could see us, but we went into the back of the enclosed truck just in case someone should wander by.
His name was Joe, and he told me the most exciting moment of his sexual life had been seeing me watching him at the moment of his orgasm. He told me he had thought about it – relived it – ever since.
"Mai-Lin, I want to do whatever you want. I know you are a virgin, and I will not take advantage of you…"
I stopped him by placing my fingers lightly on his lips. Then I bent my head forward and kissed him, the first kiss that ever held any meaning for me. This was to be my first sexual experience and it would be something I would never forget.
"I should like to do what Kim Sing does, because I know it gives you such joy. It is my desire to make you happy."
"Oh, Mai-Lin, you make me happy just being here with me." He eased himself into a position where I could place my hands between his legs, which I did. I felt the warm hardness of his organ and I trembled at the thought of actually touching it, holding it with my hand and my lips.
"You don't have to do this," he said to me in a gentle tone, but I assured him it was what I wanted. So he lay back and closed his eyes and said, "I always heard Chinese were good at this – Kim Sing was good – but I know you'll be better. I've never had a Chinese girl before, and American girls don't know how to suck at all. That's why I go to Kim Sing."
I listened with one ear only. The rest of me was tuned in to his thoughts, to his electricity, to his sexuality. He was an extremely handsome boy, rugged, dark. He wore jeans and a shirt that exposed a very hairy chest. I unbuttoned it all the way and he took it off. Then he opened the belt on his jeans and undid the zipper. I did the rest.
I opened the flap of his pants and saw his white undershorts staring at me. I rubbed my finger over them and saw the darkness of his pubic hair at the elastic band. Then as he lifted his ass, I tugged on his pants till they came down around his thighs. I don't know what I was thinking about at the time my head was spinning! It didn't seem to matter that he wasn't touching me, or kissing me, or whispering words of love in my ear. All I wanted to do or think about was performing the act of oral love that had been so firmly etched in my mind for so long.
I saw the outline of his penis through his white shorts. I reached out and rubbed it with my fingertips, and it sent a chill up my spine. It seemed to lengthen and grow even stiffer under the caressing tips of my fingers. I had to see it, to put my hands around it and hold it there in my palm.
I pulled his shorts down to his thighs and his penis flopped out. It was larger than I remembered, larger than I could believe. I had never seen a man's organ so close, not even in pictures. I was amazed at the size of the head, how dark red and rounded it was, like a helmet capping a beautiful soldier.
The shaft was so long and thick! I touched it lightly and was amazed that the skin was so smooth. The organ was so rigid and hard, and yet the skin was soft to the touch. It was incongruous, and even more intriguing. I looked at the heavy testicles between his closed legs. They were covered with dark hair and were very full and heavy. I brushed them lightly also and watched them move in excitement.
"Mai-Lin, let me take my pants off. You've really got me going…"
He slipped his pants off and I watched as he spread his naked legs on the floor of the trick. His scrotum hung low between his legs and his penis reached far up his taut belly. I knelt between his legs and placed both of my hands around the thick shaft of his organ. I whispered a short prayer that I might be good, that I might please him, that I might do well.
Then I pulled his penis from his belly and pointed it toward me. I saw the little slit in the tip looking at me, with a drop of pearly white liquid sitting there waiting for my lips. I bent my head down and my hair brushed his thighs and testicles, and then flicked my tongue out over the rounded swollen tip of his penis, and took the drop of white into my mouth. He groaned as he watched in fascination.
I kissed his penis and let it fall back to his belly. Then I stroked it with one hand and rubbed his testicles with my other. He groaned again and mumbled, "Oh, Mai-Lin, take my cock. Please, beautiful baby, take my cock in your mouth…"
Mother had always used medical terms with us, and when I talked of sex with my sisters we often used those terms, only using the vernacular on occasions when we wanted to giggle or feel very decadent. But now, hearing him call his organ his "cock", I was very excited and wanted to say it myself. I did.
"Joe, I love your cock, your big cock!" I said, like a baby saying her first words. It excited him. He moved his hips on the floor of the truck and moaned again. "I want to suck your big cock and feel your balls," I said, feeling very daring now.
"Mai-Lin baby, yes, suck my cock till I fill your mouth with come! Grab my balls! Hard! Hold them tight!" I grabbed his balls and squeezed them. He liked it and his cock rose another inch, or so it seemed. I was going crazy now – I had to take it into my lips!
I grabbed the base with my right hand, still keeping my left on his balls, and lifted it to point at my face again. Then I opened my lips – I was shaking, trembling with the fear that I would bite it or hurt him or be less than he was expecting (and I wanted to be better than Kim Sing!) – and took it. I clamped my lips around the huge head and let my tongue slide over the slit in the tip. I'm sure I tasted another drop of his semen again. I held there, with my eyes open, looking up at his face, seeing the exquisite look of pleasure there – I knew I was doing well.
I pushed my lips farther down, moving slowly till the tip hit the back of my throat. I gagged a bit, but soon learned how to take it there without any trouble.
"That's it, baby, just slide up and down, hold it with your hand and suck it, honey, suck it, suck it good…"
I sucked with all my might. I felt my tongue crawling along the shaft and then the head floating almost scraping across the roof of my mouth. My hands worked themselves around the base and his balls, exciting him all the more. He sighed and banged his feet on the floor and muffled shouts of pleasure.
I was putting him in rapture, and the more I heard him groan in excitement, the more I worked on his cock. I was doing well and it was only my first time. I was very pleased.
I began sweating – I thought of Kim Sing sweating – just before Joe reached orgasm in his mouth and this only drove me to work harder. I was obsessed with the feeling of his manhood in my mouth. I felt the ridge under the glans, the hardness of the shaft, the thickness near the base, the soft skin of the rubbery head. I held his balls in my hand and squeezed as hard as I could, not afraid of hurting him, knowing he was liking it. I wanted him to reach his peak, to come in my mouth. I wondered what it would taste like? I wondered how much there would be? How hot would it be? How long would it last? Would I be able to swallow it?