I first met him in the park near my house. He was the typical male loner, homeless and penniless. Our relationship in the first phase was quite pretentious. I adored his youth and dicky attitude. Well his dick was nice too. He took pride in my adoration. He would ask me again and again if his dick was great. I said yes and proved it by, well, you know what you do to worship a dick.

He was jobless and just couldn't settle. You know that sort of guy. Well, my job as a writer was unstable too. But I could still make some money now and then. So I gave him a hundred thousand Vietnamese dongs, or 8 bucks everytime we had sex. We often did it in a karaoke room. The owner knew what his visitors had turned his entertainment into. But he ignored it. His musical service was almost non-functioning. What other customers could he get.

My boy wasn't very "co-operative" in the first few times we did it. But by and by he was more responsive. I managed to get him suck my nipples. He even surrendered his ass to me too. When I rammed in his legs wrapped my hips tightly, and I could hear some suppressed moans. I came to the conclusion that homosexuality was an instinct too. Everything is possible.

I felt like I had conquered a straight guy and helped him discover his gay side. There's a saying in my mother tongue that when you were hungry, your knees knew what to do. He hadn't dropped to his knees and sucked my dick yet. But I never tried to make him. I never took pride in my dick. It's average Asian size and nothing special. And anyway, I don't want to turn a gangster into a whore. That would be too much, no?

I've left Saigon so I couldn't see him anymore. I still missed his touch.

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