I don't guess I had ever 'made love' to a dude, it was always more just str8 up fucking, and usually for some benefit. But---I was gonna give it a try... I leaned over and began licking on his left tit. Ever so slightly a touch, and he shivered a bit form the sensation. Moving to his pit, I buried my nose in it's bush, and slowly breath in his masculine mansmell. Not too strong, but definitely man. Switching to the right pit, and doing the same, he flashed a slight smile at me. We were both. I had to hand it to Jack, he spoke his mind. He just had no filter. That was part of the reason I tried not to see him very often. He looked at me, his green eyes flashing, ran his hand through his short, cropped hair and sighed in frustration. "We're not that far away, you can wait," I giggled. He tried to extend his legs more, but the compact car we were in had given him every bit of space in the backseat that it had. "I told you to sit up front, Jack." He leveled a look at me. "If I did. The flight to Bangkok was long and tiring, with five refueling stops. We finally landed at our destination, Don Muang airport, outside Bangkok in mid-afternoon, three days after we'd left Washington, DC.The aircrew helped unload the shipment into a US embassy van, then prepared to return to the Philippines. An embassy courier signed the paperwork, relieving me of my responsibility for the shipment. He told me the embassy normally recommended the Erawan Hotel for visitors' lodging.I hired a cab. I feel his erect penis pressing against me.I gently push him away, and look down at him. His penis is rock-hard, throbbing.I move down and take it in my hand, its length lying along my palm. It's startlingly white, blue veined, thick, pulsing. I kiss it reverently, fondling it, licking it. I rub it against my cheek lovingly, and kiss it again.He pulls me up and kisses me. I push my hand between our bodies and grip his dick. I start to slowly slide my hand up and down his shaft.'Is this what you.