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Subject: Culture-Rich Asians 2 CULTURE-RICH ASIANS Chapter 2 By Jupiter Wang …The young Wu can’t help but moan as he approaches orgasm. The boy’s body trembled and sweat poured down his temples. “What’s wrong, Wu Ping?” his teacher asked concerned. When the pleasure finally subsided, Ping’er said, “I-I think I’m having a sore throat.” “You better take medicine tonight before it worsens. What do you think, Mr. Shin?” Wu Jing said, supporting the boy’s sweet lie. “Ah, yes! Even though the weather is warmer these days you should minimize drinking cold beverages. Well, I’m off, Mr. Wu, Ping’er. Have a nice break!” Ping’er bid farewell to his teacher and slowly closed the window. “Sore throat, huh?” His dad teased. “I didn’t know playing with your little dragon will make your throat sore.” Ping’er giggled on his seat. His dad still fondles the little dragon with his hand, but it has already softened and shrank after the dry orgasm. Wu Jing withdrawn his hand and breathed on the boyish fragrance. He let Ping’er sniff it, and they both laughed. “Sleepy?” “Hmm. Can I cuddle with you?” “I want to as much as you do. But I have to drive, you know.” Little Wu pouted and shifted on his seat as Wu Jing started the car. “Don’t worry. You can cuddle with me as long as you want when we got to the plane,” Wu Jing reassured him. “Plane?” “Yes. We’re going to the Philippines today.” Wu Jing laughed as he watched Ping’er almost jump on his seat out of joy. He himself is so caught up on seeing his son from school that he had forgotten to ask the boy to change his clothes before going to the airport. “Are we flying with the private jet?” Ping’er asked when they arrived at Weihai airport. “Unfortunately not. But we are flying first class.” A flight attendant accommodated them in two bed-like seats. Wu Jing let her leave for now. As soon as the woman is out of sight, Ping’er went beside his dad and snuggled his face on his underarm. “I’m sooo sleepy,” Ping’er murmured. “Yes, you need a good sleep. So your little dragon will have a good rest too.” Ping’er giggled. The flight from Weihai to Manila is about eleven hours long, enough for Ping’er and his little dragon to recharge. Wu Jing pulled his boy closer to him until every part of their body is connected. His manly aroma had since helped calm the boy’s nerves, granting him then of a good night sleep. Not long, the boy is sound asleep. His arms embraced his father’s torso, while Wu Jing holds the boy’s perky bottom with his right hand while caressing the smooth leg which is over him with his other hand. Soon, him too fell into a peaceful sleep. — Arriving at the airport, what struck them both is the heat. Midsummer in Hanhai makes the weather significantly lighter. But it is incomparable with the temperature even during Manila’s dawn. Wu Jing had already prepared their necessities istanbul travesti before leaving Hanhai. A premier suite has been booked in Nüwa Hotel, City of Dreams Resort Manila. The reservation includes a pick-up from the airport. The chauffeur has been waiting for them with a shiny white Mercedes-Benz. He immediately took their belongings and opened the door for them. The airport is not that far from Nüwa, so they arrived not long after. The hotel itself and the concierges shows the globally acknowledged Filipino hospitality. They were shown into their suite which is big enough for a family of six. There were three rooms, two modern bathrooms, and a sophisticated living room with a wide glass window outlooking an urban view. Few wisps of light have pierced through the clouds. Wu Jing noticed that Ping’er still has sleepy eyes, so he carried him to the bedroom they will share. He laid the boy on his side and spooned him, producing the warmth that not even the Manila heat can outdo. It was almost noon when the two of them had freshened up. After eating brunch in a Chinese restaurant, Ping’er insisted on having a dip on the pool. Wu Jing allowed it but said they need to buy lighter clothes first given the hot weather of Manila. Wu Jing shopped short-sleeved shirts for himself and several sleeveless tops for Ping’er in Ralph Lauren and other clothe stores in the City of Dreams. The sun was in its peak when the two went for a dip in the lightly populated pool. The father and son went shirtless wearing only a pair of trunks and flip-flops. Wu Jing caught several women eyeing his fairly toned body. He sat on chaise lounge while Ping’er sat between his thighs. He fetched the sunblock from their mini bag and applied it to the boy’s body. A few meters away from them, a western man eyed Wu Jing’s hands as it travel around the boy’s svelte body devoid of hair, including his chest, arms, underarms, back and legs. Little Wu helped his dad too by applying cream on his daddy’s back. The two of them being touchy-feely in public obliviously caught the attention of some perverted onlookers. After that, they both went into the water. Although Little Wu knows how to swim since young, he never left his father’s side. He pulled on his father’s hand every time he wanted to explore on a certain part of the pool. They even tried the slides together. Wu Jing played with his son on the pool for almost two hours before they headed back to the suite. Tonight, Wu Jing has a schedule of meeting one of his four investees in the Philippines while the rest are scheduled for tomorrow. At four in the afternoon, the investee himself went to pick up Wu Jing from the hotel. “Good afternoon, Chairman Wu! It’s nice to finally meet you,” a middle-aged Filipino businessman greeted him. “I didn’t expect you to be so young and good-looking. kadıköy travesti Eh, is this your son?” “It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Cruz. This is my son, Ping’er. Ping’er, say hello to Mr. Cruz.” Chairman Wu looks elegant and professional in a fitting business suit. Meanwhile, little Wu showed of his boy charms sporting a pale blue Ralph Lauren long sleeve shirt and khaki pants. The two Wus chose to be presentable amidst the hot weather. Mr. Cruz drove them to his own company and gladly toured the Wus around the premises. When they finished exploring the outdoor premise, both of the Wus are soaking with sweat inside. Wu Jing excused himself and the boy to the bathroom. There, he wiped the boy’s sweat and folded his sleeves up to the elbows. They went back to Mr. Cruz’s office and Wu Jing signed a new investment contract, then Cruz treated them to a dinner of Filipino cuisine. In the middle of eating, Wu Jing’s phone ringed. He excused himself and answered it. It was his father, bringing him a bad news. As a matter of fact, just his father calling is a bad news to him. They never get along ever since Wu Jing was young. His father is alcoholic and violent to him. Wu Jing hated even the fact that his father existed. That is one of the reason why he wanted to be a great dad to Ping’er. Back to the table, Wu Jing drank a couple glasses of wine. Ping’er quickly noticed that something was wrong because his father has never been a drinker. Shortly after dinner, Mr. Cruz drove them back to Nüwa Hotel. In their suite, worried little Wu asked his dad if he is alright. “Your grandma had passed away. And your grandpa is blaming me for her death,” Wu Jing said flatly. “I’m sorry, daddy.” Ping’er hugged his dad tight. He accompanied him as Wu Jing drank more glasses of wine. In his drunken stupor, Wu Jing asked Ping’er, “Do you think I’m a bad dad?” “No! You’re the best dad in the world,” Ping’er said proudly speaking the truth. “I don’t believe you. Maybe you’re too scared of me to tell the truth.” “But I’m telling the truth,” Ping’er said softly, resisting his urge to cry. Wu Jing brought his face closer to the boy’s. Ping’er can smell alcohol in his dad’s breath but he still loves his dad’s scent. Wu Jing carried him to the bedroom. He laid Ping’er on his back in the middle of the bed. He then went on top of the boy. “Do you love me?” he asked drunkenly. “I do! You’re the only one I love in this world.” Poor little Wu tries so hard to assure his drunk dad how much he loves him. Wu Jing shook his head. “Soon you’d find someone you love and you will leave me to build your own family.” “Please don’t say that, daddy. I will never love anyone else. I would spend my life with you. I want to be your boy forever.” The boy can’t stop his tears anymore. “Do you love me that much?” “Yes!” Ping’er said, brushing the tears bakırköy travesti off his eyes. “Do you remember what your dream was when you were a child?” Wu Jing asked. Ping’er shook his slowly. Wu Jing brought his lips near the boy’s ears and whispered, “You wanted to be my wife.” Ping’er’s cheeks reddened a bit. “Well, do you still want to?” Wu Jing asked. The boy with pink cheeks nodded. “But you’re a boy. How are you going to be my wife? Be my little boyfriend instead.” Wu Jing’s hands are on top of Ping’er’s head as he lower his head to kiss the boy. It wasn’t an ordinary kiss. He let his lips linger above Ping’er’s lips. Ping’er is embracing his dad’s back. Wu Jing pulled away a little, then he nuzzled the boy’s face using the tip of his nose. “Open your mouth a little,” Wu Jing whispered to his ear. Ping’er gladly complied. Their lips met again but this time, a foreign object invaded the boy’s mouth. Ping’er was awed but he let it wander around his mouth. He let his father savor his mouth in an adult way of kissing. It was not long before little Wu begins to love the kiss that he longed for it as soon as his dad pulled away. Wu Jing began to undress his son by unbuttoning his shirt. He brought his nose to a whiff of the white flesh of the boy, which was recently soaked with sweat. He inhaled the boyish aroma, and he began using his hands too. He raised the boy’s arm and inhaled all the sweet odor. Later on he started licking and sucking on the boy’s underarms and then his whole body. Ping’er was squirming under the mercy of his dad’s lips and mouth. His dad’s kissing and sucking intensified and the boy’s organ is fighting to be freed inside his pants. Noticing the tent, the drunk Wu Jing went lower and removed Ping’er’s belt. He then pulled the boy’s pants off as well as his white brief. A spirited three inches of a boyhood stood erect in the middle of the bed. Wu Jing kissed the smooth and fresh area around the boy’s penis, before petting the foreskin-covered organ with his mouth. New to this intensive pleasure, Ping’er began buckling on the bed and kicking the sheets while his whole organ are inside his father’s mouth. A few moments later, Ping’er’s breathe returned to normal and his body relaxed, but Wu Jing pulled him in a sitting position and went behind him. He locked the boy in between his legs. “We’re not yet done.” Wu Jing took hold of Ping’er’s tiny nipples with his thumb and index finger of both hands before pinching them forcefully. Little Wu let out a high-pitch moan. But the pinch was super effective. It made the boy’s wet willie stand up again in just a matter of seconds. Roaming Ping’er’s body with his left hand, while jacking the boy off on the other hand with his spit as lube, Wu Jing did not stop pleasuring the boy throughout the midnight. Ping’er achieved a total of three dry orgasms on his father’s hands and another two in his father’s mouth. The extremely exhausted boy lays asleep on his father’s bare chest. Sometime between their lovemaking, Ping’er’s foreskin had finally been retracted but neither of them has yet to notice it.