It was summer when I moved to New York City from the Philippines. The nights were hot, I was 21, and spent a lot of time at the bars with my girlfriends. I had my first taste of American boys.

“The Little Prince” just graduated from a university in Miami. He double-majored in civil and architectural engineering. He was staying at his parents’ brownstone on Central Park West. In two weeks he was going to England to start his career. On our first date we ran around the East Village and Alphabet City. I really liked him a lot, and knowing we had very little time before he left, I went home with him. I wanted to suck his cock. I started to undo his pants, but he stopped me saying, “Not yet.” We cuddled till dawn then he walked me home. I don’t remember if he kissed me that morning.

We met again that night at a bar on Amsterdam Ave. He said his parents were at the Hamptons so we had the place all to ourselves. It was sweet to see his drawings from childhood framed on the wall, photos of him at the beach at ten, sunbleached hair and big smile. He’s a black belt in Aikido, and he told me he can stop a sneeze with his mind. I remember all these details about him, but the sex was uneventful. Nothing much to write about except for the next morning.

I woke up wanting to taste him. So I made a trail of kisses down his torso. Before I got to his cock, he had already cum all over his belly. I stopped, confused, and lay back next to him. At that time I didn’t know that it was possible for men to go for seconds. He asked me if I wanted him to put a condom on. I said, “If you want to,” trying not to put any pressure on him. He lectured me about always insisting on a condom when I play with boys.

How silent your eyes
I dare not speak
Though your fingertip has touched
The deepest of me
I dare not speak

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Almost immediately I hooked up with “My Dark One,” who was in my dance class. He was 19 and beautiful, just out of high school. First time we hung out, I took him back to my apartment, sat him on an armchair and sucked his cock. He is huge, every bit the expectation I had from a big black guy. I loved looking up at his writhing muscular torso as I worked my mouth around his cock. We didn’t get to do much more than that, our first time together. My roommate and her boyfriend burst in. They apologized later, and I just made a silly joke about needing to warm up my thighs before attempting to have sex with him anyway.

Some nights we watched hentai. One time he showed me a video of him breaking his hand while wrestling for his high school team. I knew he was seeing other girls, too – there was a white girl from New Jersey, a black girl from East St. Louis and then, there was me. He had every ice cream flavor, but he never really put us all together in one magnificent sundae. Maybe he didn’t want his banana to split.

When we finally fucked, I wept. I don’t know why, so I couldn’t really explain it to him. To say he was freaked out is an understatement. Maybe he was just so big and he was going so fast that I felt overwhelmed with the feeling of pleasure and pain. Instead of analyzing it at that moment, I pulled his condom off and sucked his cock till he came in my mouth.

The next day his buddy made comments that suggested having heard about the night before. I didn’t care. Considering I had competition, it flattered me to be talked about.

I loved sucking his cock off and swallowing his cum. At stairwells and on rooftops, I’d unzip his pants and go down on him. This was the best scenario for me, because if I did it in bed, he’d be fast asleep and snoring right after he came. There had been several nights when I lay in bed frustrated because I finished him off without having gotten mine.

I lie next to my dark one
I feel his heartbeat
Throb all over my twin bed