My ship was visiting Thailand we were in port with another Navy ship. I lost track of the group I was with and ended up in a bar that was pretty busy. I noticed another American, and we started talking. He was in the same position I was; we had both lost track of our shore leave group. We decided to stay together and leave that bar. We wandered around a bit and ended up in a bar / sex theater.

One show featured a girl with a statue. The dick on the statue was big enough that it would not fit in a tennis ball can. My new friend Brian was staring intently as she stroked the stone dick like it was a real cock.

I nudged him and said, “Look over there.”

At a table near us, a Thai girl was sucking off a customer. As the girl on stage started sucking the statue, we saw a lot of customers start getting blowjobs.

Brian stayed focused on the statue. “If that thing were real, I’d be up there sucking it too,” he muttered.

“suck or be sucked?” I asked. It was as if someone else was talking through me. I had never touched another guy before.

“Both?” Brian said, looking at me.

“I’m willing if you are.”

Brian’s hand found my crotch and squeezed.

“Here or a hotel?” His voice was husky.

I looked around, and half the customers were having sex. I got on my knees and unzipped him. His six-inch cock sprang up. For the first time, I licked a cock, I did what I like to have done to me, holding it with one hand, I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, then I slowly took as much as I could in my mouth. Brian moaned as I did that. I tightly closed my lips around it and sucked hard, while I slowly pulled my mouth back and scrubbed my tongue on the underside of his dick.

As I continued to suck Brian's cock, I couldn't help but feel arousal fill my body. The bar was filled with the sounds of sex. A glance at the girl, and she had half of the statue’s cock stuffed in her pussy. I looked up at him, catching his gaze as he watched me intently, his eyes filled with lust.

"You're amazing," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I've never had a blowjob like this before."

I smiled around his cock, feeling a surge of power as I teased him with my tongue and lips. I took him deeper into my mouth, loving the feel of his hard cock in my throat. As I bobbed up and down, I could feel his hips starting to buck against me, and I knew he was close to cumming.

"I want to taste you," I murmured.

Brian moaned, and I tasted his cum filling my mouth. I swallowed, thinking that his cum had the consistency of a raw egg. I kept sucking through his orgasm; his cock was clean when I released him. We traded places.

“Suck me,” I said as his fingers fumbled with my zipper.

As Brian knelt down in front of me, his eyes were filled with lust. I couldn't help but shiver as he took my cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of my dick. His warm, wet mouth felt incredible, and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

He bobbed up and down, taking me deeper into his throat with each stroke. I gripped the back of his head, urging him to go faster, harder. The feeling of his tongue on my cock was exquisite, and I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Fuck, yes," I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.

I could feel my cum building up inside me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I came. It happened with a moan, Brian's mouth was filled with my cum, and he swallowed every drop, his eyes never leaving mine. When he pulled away, he was panting. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. We were suddenly aware we had an audience.

“You fuck now,” we were urged.

My heart pounded, a mix of anticipation and lingering sensitivity from my recent release making my skin tingle. I bent flat on the table. The crowd shifted closer, their breath quickening, phones discreetly capturing the scene.

I felt his fingers trail over my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. He spit onto my asshole, the saliva dripping down before he worked a finger in, probing and stretching me with deliberate twists. I gasped, pushing back instinctively, the intrusion sending hot waves up my spine.

Brian lined up and thrust, hand on my hips. The head of his cock opened me in one push. I groaned, the burn of my ass mixing with pleasure as he sank deeper, filling me inch by inch until his balls rested against mine. He paused there, letting me adjust.

Then he started moving, pulling out almost to the tip before slamming back in, setting a rhythm that rocked my body back and forth. Each thrust drove his cock against my prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through me. My cock got hard again, swinging heavy beneath me.

“Yes, like that,” I moaned, arching my back to take him deeper, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing in the room.

Brian's pace quickened as he fucked me harder, grunting with each thrust.  I could feel every ridge and vein of his shaft dragging inside me. The crowd's encouragements grew louder, some reaching out to touch my arms or Brian's thighs, adding to the raw experience.

He reached under me, wrapping his hand around my cock, pumping it in sync with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming—his dick pounding relentlessly while his fist stroked me from base to tip, thumb circling the sensitive head. My balls tightened, pressure coiling low in my gut as he hammered into me.

“Cum for them,” Brian growled, angling his hips to hit my prostate harder. I cried out, my body tensing as orgasm ripped through me, jizz spurting onto the floor in thick ropes. The clench of my ass around him triggered his release—he buried himself deep, flooding me with hot bursts of cum, his cock pulsing as he rode out the waves.

We stayed locked like that for a moment, both trembling, before he pulled out slowly, his seed trickling from my hole. The audience cheered wildly, but Brian wasn't done; he flipped me onto my back, eyes locked on mine, and kissed me hard.