White Hot Cream: Return of the Stud

A day in the life of me is a simple one. I wake up, have breakfast, shower, work on the computer all day, break for lunch, work some more, dinner, shower, and then bed. Every weekend, I shoot the breeze browsing the internet, watch videos on Youtube, play a few games, do the weekly chores and whatever that needs doing around the house before the end of the day. Rarely do I make my way outside for groceries and living a relatively solitary lifestyle. My window into the world was through the sheen of a 17 inch monitor. Dating at my age in this trying times was out of the question. No Tinder or fuck buddy match up was going to count a nearly middle aged Asian man living in some far off conservative Asian country a catch. The locals were too stuffy and untrustworthy. In most respects, all of them were, since the economy tanked and everyone was out to grab other people's money. For years after coming back from the West after finishing my education and getting an online job, I had kept up a seemingly normalized routine of isolation, although frustrating enough for me to fap my horny self into explosive orgasms at least once every day.

Needless to say, like many Asians, I dreamed of the West to be the land of fruitful living, bountiful expression and all around freedom. I experienced it first hand in university, and I was hooked. When the time came for me to leave, I regretted not being to do more. If the cards had been right for me, I would have stayed there permanently, got myself a nice house, fucked a whole lot of hot white girls and lived like a king. Since I am here now, in this humble space I call home, this was unfortunately not the case, and I started to wish I had more. I started to wish that I had made better choices in life, that I deserved far better.

I snap back into reality as I felt the characteristic jerk beneath my seat, the plane roughly touching back down onto solid ground. The daydream I was having shoved clear off my thoughts, I gather my cabin luggage to make my way down the empty business class aisle. Along the way, the young air stewardess with the big tits bid a professional farewell. I give her a brief squeeze of her right ass cheek as I pass by to thank her for all her services rendered. She seemed to only barely be able to control herself from stroking the noticeable bulge on my jeans. I had to admit that I actually enjoyed her express attention throughout the flight. If I were not in such a hurry to have foreign soil back under my feet, I would have given her a a nice, big thank you load inside her cunny before we landed, which would have bumped up the sum total number of creampies given up to a solid 4. From the half raunchy grin on her face, I could tell she would have liked it, and now that the ride was over, she would miss it dearly. The same could also be said for the 3 other stewardesses I pass by, their smiles having once willingly wrapped around my cock and their voices once begging for my cum. Perhaps if I had ever wanted to leave, I could ask for this particular charter flight specifically. It could be a fun experience to be able to tour the world with them.

I step out into the terminal and I was immediately escorted past all of the nuances a regular traveler would have to face. The crowds. The long queues. Security checkpoints. Immigration. As of the day of my graduation, I no longer needed to go through any of these, as was my privilege. Soon after, I was standing outside of arrivals in the bright summer sun, looking out towards familiar scenery. The last time I was here, I was on my way back home. Now, I was back with a vengeance, with a far more different purpose.