Some readers wonder at my enthrallment with Asian teenage boy. Why not stick to cute wholesome all-American teen meat, they ask. Well, the answers are many, but not in the to the lowest degree is the fact that the Chinese have this implicit in subservient quality that makes them well-heeled to control. They have a group brainpower and devotion, are terrified of being humiliated and embarrassed and are taught from little on to please anyone with say-so and to follow instructions.

Witness my recent experience with the boy on the train. I actually cheated a bit and switched compartment when I saw the sensitive looking lean black-haired Chinese teen sitting there, his face buried in a book, his backpack next to him. looking oh so edible in his white schoolhouse shirt, dark necktie, and greyish shorts. His halcyon legs were sinewy from playing soccer, and he exuded fresh new innocence.

So I joined him and sat across from him. He barely looked up when I entered, but he did flash me a greeting smile and bob his head in proper Chinese fashion. Then he buried his face again in his Gameboy. Some game with beautiful teenage boys blowing each other to bits with all variety of grisly weapons.

My hopes which were quickly turning into design were almost dashed when a long-haired lanky Scandinavian language eccentric traveller in his early mid-twenties also piled into our compartment and unloaded a backpack the size of it of a small school. I quickly asked the young man to link me in the hall for a present moment where I informed him that I was the boy 's English private instructor and he was facing a really tough exam and if I paid for the North Germanic language god 's journey out of my own pocket, would he look at finding early accommodation. It was settled very quickly and he moved out of great deal and out of my life.

NOW, as the power train pulled out of the station, I had this delicious teenage boy all to myself. I sat across from him, watching him for about twenty proceedings. Three or four times he felt my center on him and looked up and then quickly down again. I wanted to make him spooky. I kept a slight grin on my fount. He took out a bottle of piddle and sucked on it giving me a chance to see his Nice full lips in action mechanism.

After a bit, I extended my correct leg and rubbed it against his naked calf. I was in outcome testing his submissiveness. His face became flushed, his ignominious trounce eyes flashed, and he chewed his glower lip wondering I know whether it had been just an accident. I studied the way his strong untested thigh disappeared into his grey short circuit and the thin clump at the kid 's teen genital organ. I moved my leg up and down against his again. Now he knew for sure enough it was intentional. He moved his leg to one slope, away from me.

I adjusted myself and put my leg back against his. Now he had had it. He closed his Book, and not looking me in the eyes, he rose and grabbed for his haversack. It was then that I tested him. I too rose and grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. I pushed him back down onto his seat. He sat there in shock looking up at me. His lid fluttered and his nostrils widened. He was like a young colt. XIV, fifteen at the most. But Asian are small. His hair was cut in that long choppy vogue so popular with Asian pop champion and those who adore them. He looked at me saying zilch, chewing his lower lip.

I smiled at him and sat down again across from him. Then I proceeded to rub my leg against his sura again. He said something in a throaty teenaged voice very quietly in Chinese. I do n't utter Chinese and he knew that at once. He shook his head back and Forth, trying to tell me in a gesture that he was n't worry in anything gay. I almost burst out laughing.

His mouth dropped and his eyes looked vex. He grabbed his bag and rose again this time I slammed him down a bit more roughly and looked him in the grimace staring him down until he looked at the storey. He now looked like he wanted to cry. Which was great. So fresh in his neat petty uniform so fuckable.

He brought his ramification together and tried to locomote them away from me. I leaned forward in my hindquarters and put my enceinte hired hand on his naked knees. I pushed spreading his legs apart. He looked up at me in horror one slender smooth unseasoned teenaged hand came down to my wrist to stop me, and I slapped the bridge player away. I spread the boy 's wooden leg wide apart so his teen crotch was clearly on display.

I slapped his legs approvingly to read he should keep his pegleg spread like that wide-cut apart, wider than is comfortable or natural and then I sat back and picked up a newspaper and began to record. He sat there, dullard, scared, stiff his legs wide apart. Each fourth dimension he tried to close up his leg even a little, I would slap his nude thighs hard until a red handprint appeared on his bare leg then I would labor his young peg wider.

Loving the looking of his teen dick puffiness in the little gray schooling boxers. He did n't have sex what to do ; it was so laughable. Finally, after a third time, he just sat there, legs spread, and picked up his book and pretended to show again although I knew his clever lilliputian mind was racing. After a bit, I casually extended a leg again and placed my foot up between his wooden leg onto his seat cushion.

He looked at me in horror and his mouth made odd piffling Chinese sounds. I smiled and said to him, `` I do n't verbalise Chink. '' in very bad Chinese. He shook his head and said in English, `` No ... I ... no want ... no ... prease ! '' But I was reading my composition again, my human foot lodged between his widespread legs.

We sat that way for fifteen instant as I finished the paper, and were interrupted in our standoff by a rap at the threshold. The director arrived to collect the tickets. I saw a wink of Hope flicker on the boy 's face. I leaned in and placed a hand on his bare leg putting my metrical foot back on the base. From my pocket I withdrew a knife, I set it on the seat next to me so the boy could look at it. I saw his adam 's apple bob up and down, it was so cunning. He gave his just the ticket to the conductor. Staring all the piece at the floor his offspring bridge player shook with fear, but the music director never even noticed.

I smiled and handed over my ticket, and when the director left. I quickly locked the compartment doorway from the inside and closed the blinds. I could discover the boy 's gravid breathing over the clack of the train wheels. I could almost smell his fear. I turned to see him looking at the knife on the seat across from him. I almost wanted him to go for it but he was too submissive to frightened.

I sat down across from him again and noticed that his pegleg had somewhat closed so I gently but forcefully reached out and spread them once again. This prison term he whimpered. Then I reached down and casually unlaced the boy 's shoes. This seemed to spite him physically as he made a grunting sound perhaps guessing what was coming. I pulled off the kid 's shoes and peeled down his long school wind sleeve.

He exhaled with a whistle and I saw spit mannequin at the corners of his sass he was really pissing scared. I now had him barefoot in the compartment. He had beautiful luxuriously arched wide base. perfective tense toes clean and unassailable and Lester Willis Young. I sat back, and placed my human foot on the seat again, between his legs, this sentence I made certain my foot ( I had removed my place, Chinese stylus ) rested against the lump of young teen boy dick.

He could n't pull back any further in the keister, he had to go along his defenseless legs spread, so he sat there in fear whimpering his eyes begging me to please leave him alone. Now with my toes, I nudged and worked his fuck lump and saw tears form in his center.

We sat like that for about ten bit the time was overrefinement to the boy. I 'm sure it crawled for him but it was all too short a time for me. What fun I was having. Suddenly I stood up and moved in toward the boy like a wounded animal he jumped back and lifted his legs and scuttled into the corner of his buttocks.

I reached down and grabbed him and sat him upright again. He was trembling badly now, and I thought for one brief second he might piss his drawers. I set him back in his proper sitting location and spread his young legs wide again this clip running the knife sword along the smooth physique to remind him not to alter his spatial relation. Then I gently reached down and loosened his tie and removed it. The sounds escaping from his cutter mouth were wondrous whistle and squeaks and whine and moan. Once in a while a Taiwanese give-and-take or a mournful effort to beg me to blockade in dread English.

I set his necktie aside and then button by button undid his shirt. When his young hands reached up to turn back me I slapped them roughly away and for the first time dumbfound a warning finger's breadth in his face. This really sweep through him to the seat.

bust were running down his beautiful young buttock now. I opened up his shirt to reveal a most beautiful legato slender but well-formed teenage chest and stomach. His breadbasket was tight his pecs just starting to establish muscle development, and he had the most sensational cone-shaped pink boy nipples I had seen in some time. I sat down to canvass my award forcing him to sit that way legs spread, shirt candid ; chest and fluttering tummy on showing he did n't know where to look so he studied the floor some more.

After a further ten minute of arc of agony for the boy ; I stood up and quickly slid the shirt from his lithe organic structure leaving his speed body naked. I loved the small nebuliser of Black person pit fuzz just forming under his arms. His nipples grew hard and the titty buds stood out. I folded his shirt and placed it on the seat side by side to me near his wind sock and shoes. Then I motioned for him to resist up.

When he did n't actuate, I reached out and grabbed a hand to the full of his hair, and pulled him to his human foot. He stood there before me, his strong young association football player legs, weak and watery. His body swaying with the movement of the gearing the clack-clack of the wheels, almost hypnotizing.

I studied his abdomen and his attractive belly button. I leaned around to see at his nicely formed boy ass so lovely in the compressed gray school shorts Asian boys wear. I reached out one mitt and patted his bay window. He sucked it in as if trying to move it away from my hand. dolt.

I ran my hand over his breast and felt each of the teenager tits as he sucked in air and spitting dribbled from his pretty mouth. Once he tried to move away, and I slapped him hard across the face. After that, he stood there taking my molestation my abuse. I felt his soft neck his shoulders, I felt the wet armpits slip with the sudor of awe. I ran my hands down to his hips and eventually take a breather them on the button of his shorts.

He held his breath knowing what was coming and not able to bear the humiliation and degradation of it. I opened his pants, watching his font all the piece. snob bubbled from his nozzle so cunning, his center looked frenzied, like a trapped animal 's eyes. I unzipped the shortstop and tugged them down. He wore a small duet of blue bikini underpants most Asian prefer very tiny brief for underwear and I prefer that on a boy as well.

Now I could see his dick goon clearly. He was not particularly well give ear, just an norm boy ; his shaft laying on an up angle to the left hand in his tiny underpants his dainty full-of-the-moon balls beneath.

His short pants lay puddled around his articulatio talocruralis, I bade him maltreat out of them and I placed them with his shirt. His body was really shaking now almost uncontrollably. I thought he might fall over. I put a hand on his firm full ass globe and squeezed. He made a sound like air coming out of a balloon.

I could see the top of his ass crack above the waistband of the short circuit and I knew he would consume a overnice inscrutable ass crack and two well-rounded firm ass earth. A inviolable untried ass from all those gymnastic game.

When I put my fingers on his hawkshaw lump he did go down over right back onto his rump he sat there like a drunk looking up at me naked except for his underpants. I winked at him and kicked his legs apart. I stood between them and leaned down and started to flick his tits. He tried to squirm away but of course, I made him sit still as I worked his young pap into a bursting ripe state.

Then I kneeled down on the seat between his legs and took his smooth beautiful aspect in my hands and kissed him on the back talk he tried to resist at first but I forced his mouth open with my natural language and was soon frenching him tasting his dentition and glue and natural language slopping my spit into his oral cavity making sure it was the wettest longest kiss of his unseasoned life.

Then I titled his head political hack held his better-looking youth mouth loose pulled back just a bit and gobbed dozens of spit into his open rima oris. I saw his mouth fill with my tongue. I saw him look frantically from slope to side, I heard him strangle as if he were about to puke.

I forced his mouth closed and held his nose making him swallow the lake of spittle I had deposited in his rima oris. I did this three times until he was able to hold his back talk undecided and show me the pool of expectoration without gagging. It was so cunning how his stage and infantry were all over the place when had to swallow the saliva his toes curled ; his consistency jumping as if it were under electrical shock treatment. His whisker was a fine jam now and he sat there on the seat, bare assed except for those sexy tiny blue underpants, his legs spread, his breast heaving, his oral cavity slack his eyes red and watery.

I stood right in nominal head of him inch from his human face and I rubbed the hard lubber in my pants. At this point, he knew for sure what he was going to get and he tried to bold again for the doorway, hysterical not even caring that he was almost au naturel. I grabbed him and shook him like a rag doll. Then I slapped him backbreaking across his smooth grimace four times. His lower lip looked compact and quag and out of dominance, his eyes were uncivilized.

I roughly sat him down ; he sat there shaking ; not with cold, but with fear. I stood there between his legs and played with my pecker in my bloomers again. To part a boy, you have to be adept at picking up on certain signs. You have to know when to push forward and when to hold when to jeopardize and when to still back.

Why did n't he scream for help ? Because he knew that anyone entering the car would see him see his shame see his debasement. He could n't yield that. I placed a hand behind his chief and drew his cheek into my genitals. He whimpered and then his nose and mouth were pressed against my Brobdingnagian hard shaft lump in my blue jean. Could he smell my prick through the denim material, hungry, anxious, drooling to be unleashed ? I made certain his typeface felt the outline of my fucktool. Then just as quickly I pulled back and sat down and took an apple from my bag and slowly ate it.

He looked at me not believing backtalk open consistency slick with sweat, pilus plastered to his forehead, his dresser heaving titties hard and pink, tummy fluttering. Legs spread head, feet bent, toes curled. I ate the apple and studied his sleek coltish immature consistency. This was going to be very, very good. This boy whose name I did not have it off whose words I did not speak, this healthy, normal, athletic, adolescent boy was about to get fucked in the ass.

He was about to get a concentrated dick shoved up between his young ass boxing glove, into his stiff virginal rectum an act from which he would never recover, an emotional and mental lesion that would never heal. He was about to be fucked like a girl like a bozo. He was about to be used like a cunt. He knew it. I could see in his middle that he knew it and there was n't a fucking matter he could do about it. Clack ! clapper valve, clap, clack, clack, clack.

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