Penang

It was like in a dream. I arrived in Malaysia two weeks previously and had found a warm sun, beautiful beaches and friendly, welcoming locals. My whole life had turned on its head. The inexpensive way of life and friends' hospitality had allowed me to feel and conduct an opulent lifestyle, the stress-free environment had blessed me with an appearance so attractive that I could go so far as to imagine myself as a movie star with every man ready to fall at my feet. The planets were aligned to grant me the holiday of a lifetime. I had visited Langkawi island, off the coast of Malaysia, thirty-minutes ferry from Thailand and, although there wasn't much to do apart from going to the local restaurant-disco and meeting other tourists, I was fortunate enough to find a young and helpful local who worked at the hotel reception and was eager to show me around the island. Unfortunately, the young man, although exotic-looking didn't have what it took to make want to rip his clothes off, but I still had hope; somewhere, someplace in Malaysia there was going to be a guy, good-looking and sexy enought, to make my perfect holiday truly unforgettable. Next day I would be ff to a more sophisticated island called Penang and the guy who was to be my guide was a wealthy local entrepreneur, who drove me around in his up market Porsche and played golf between business meetings. Things were really looking up for me, everything was the way it should be; perfect. I was so taken by the grand apartment, the luxury and my good luck that I had completely forgotten about the search for an exotic hunk to roll in the hay with.
I dedicated the first day in Penang to a walking tour of the immediate area. A few yards on the main street and I had already found a native willing to buy me breakfast. He turned out to be a driver for the one and only tour agency in the vicinity and his insistent stare made me feel quite uncomfortable. He was in his forties and far from attractive and I left him with the promise to meet him the next day for an official five-hour tour. Alone again I was free to let myself be drawn to the main attraction of the island; the beautiful, tropical beach.
'Come to my corner. I make portraits. I'll show you my work'. He had come out of nowhere, from behind me. A little thing, dressed in baggy, white trousers and shirt and long, beautiful, coiled, raven hair. His words jerked me away from my thoughts and his relatively good English surprised me. He walked quickly up the path that led to a trendy hotel on the beach and a few seconds later he was gone. I didn't pay particular attention and continued walking, looking for the way out of the beautiful hotel that I happened to walk in, curious of what a luxurious hotel provided for its guests.
I was walking towards the porch that, I presumed, led to reception when he appeared again.
'I'm over there', he said pointing at my left, underneath the porch that led to the gym.
I laughed and said, 'I wasn't looking for you. I was looking for the way out' while walking towards his corner. On the tripod, there was a remarkable self-portrait; the guy was talented. I sat and we talked. He was really pretty. His face was small, like the whole of his body, but the lineaments were delicate, made even more sensual by his long mane. His shirt was half open down his torso, revealing a hairless, attractive chest. He was lonely and I was on the lookout for an exotic, summer fling to complement the already amazing holiday.
We spent the day on the rocks out in the open ocean, kissing and rubbing each other with sun cream. Earlier on he had told me that the local girls didn't find his long hair and Indian origins appealing and for that he had been alone since his return from England a few years back. For some invisible reason, I could sense his excitement to be wanted and desired, and I was glad he felt that way because Lepat, that was his name, was real sexy and desirable and, before I knew it his hand was between my legs and I was sucking on his fingers, which he seemed to enjoy immensely.
When we got back to the beach, I was hungry and in need of a cold shower as my brain had been fried in the scorching sun.
'How about having something to eat? At my place'
'Okay. Now? Yes?' he said, suddenly hyper.
'No. Give me time to take a shower and relax first. Come up in a couple of hours'
'Great. See you then' and he was gone as quickly as it first appeared out of nowhere.

I took a shower and then relaxed on the bed, with nothing on but a bath towel. I was hoping that we were going to have sex as soon as he arrived, there and then, without much ado. I didn't want to waste the chance of exotic sex or spoil it in any way and, although I had a bit of a headache, I was certain that that was simply caused by too much sun and I would be fine later in the evening.
He rang the bell and I answered the door. I told him I was lying on the bed and he followed me. We lied on the bed and he gave me a real good massage that restored my old self.
We didnt' kiss. I lied naked on the bed and he took his clothes off. I noticed he wore thongs. I hadn't meant it to be so matter of fact but the headache possibly put me in a 'quickie' mood so that I grabbed his cock and began to suck on it. My right hand on his balls, touching them. He came almost straight away. He went down on me, alternating between his tongue and his fingers. It felt good and I came within a few minutes.
I then turned and put myself in a sixty-nine position and he came once more. I told him to put it in from behind and he did so. He put it up my ass and fucked me till I screamed and that seemd to please him quite a lot. We were sweaty and he complained that there was no air-condition in the room.
We moved to the shower and we kissed. I put my tongue in his mouth, while the water ran down our bodies, our hair, face and in our mouth. It became clear that a standing position wasn't ideal because he was much shorter than I so I went down on him one more time, but, this time,l I stopped before he came. I got to my feet and pushed him toward me, against the wall. I put his cock inside me and that felt real good. We fucked in the shower for some more time and then I felt incredibly hungry.
We got dressed and walked to a cheap diner overlooking the ocean. We walked to the beach and he held my hadn and spoke of coming to London. I didn't hold his hand as tight as he held mine and reminded him that London was very cold and damp, very different from humid Malaysia. He concurred and we kissed goodnight. I never saw him again.
The holiday had been a success!