Billy Cunningham’s Hidden [People] in Southeast Asia

Timy in Chiang Mai

I had been to Chiang Mai before and enjoyed the old city with its numerous temples and shrines. I had even taken a Thai cooking class during my first visit. This time I planned to stay almost a month during Christmas and New Year thinking that there would only be celebrations for the New Year. My condo had a balcony that looked toward the nearby mountains but also had a view of the very large commercial mall just blocks away where the Christmas decorations dwarfed the ones for 2020.

Timy and I met on a website for gay and bisexual men. He declared that he was a top who was particularly attracted to Caucasian men which made for a limited opportunity pool for him. I very much wanted to connect with a local man and perhaps have some sex. He suggested going out for dinner which was a common Thai method for a first meeting whether personal or business. He offered to pick me up in his car which didn’t surprise me since I knew that he was a professor at the renowned school of medicine which had a large facility in Chiang Mai. Timy had gone to graduate school in Houston for five years in the 80’s, so his English was really quite good. I provided him with the name of the location where I was staying and suggested that we meet in the lobby.

When I emerged from the elevator, he was already in the large lobby sitting in a comfortable chair. He rose quickly and greeted me Thai style with a full open smile and beaming bright eyes. He used my name in the greeting but I didn’t use his in returning the greeting. He was wearing long khaki pants and a plain blue shirt, but I could see from his physique and movements that he was quite athletic and good looking. Timy was tall for an Asian at about five feet nine inches. “Let’s go to my car,” and off we were to the parking garage. “I thought that you might get to me early, so I came down ahead of time.” “I wasn’t sure about traffic and parking so I started early too.” We were two people dedicated to being on time and not inconveniencing the other. It was the beginning of our personalities matching.

My very initial question to Timy was, “How do you pronounce your name?” I knew that the Thai language had multiple tonal qualities and pronunciation was key to a proper understanding. The words for beautiful and shit were much the same except for the tone. I had been told that Thai women often heard from Caucasians, “Oh, how shitty you look today!” Clearly, this was a challenging and potentially dangerous language. He laughed at my question and declared that it was pronounced with an up tone at the end (Tie Meee) I had seen his last name in our emails and like many Thai last names his was twenty five letters long. His real first name was also very long and he had shortened it to Timy to make it easier for other people, particularly Caucasians.

“Where do you want to go?” he deferred to me and I requested that we go to a Thai restaurant that was used mostly by locals and not expensive. This didn’t seem to help him select one, so I added, “Let’s go to a place where you like to go. I can handle Thai spices.” That provided him with an idea and we drove to an area just outside the old city. “This is my treat,” he stated emphatically. I knew that there would be no disagreeing with him on this issue since I was a visitor in his country. By Thai standards he was obligated to pay and be happy about it. He pulled into a parking area and was directed by a cute young man where to put the car. He got a receipt and said, “There’s a discount for the restaurant,” which was just across the street. Everybody liked a discount.

The restaurant was on the river and open air with wooden walls and seating areas. He pointed to a table for two and asked me if it was OK and I agreed. A server came right away and made an introduction in Thai which didn’t help me at all. Timy asked about a drink and I requested water. He ordered something for himself in Thai which turned out to be a Coke. The server also brought an ice bucket and used metal tongs to put ice in our glasses a sign that we were in Thailand and not Cambodia where ice for drinks was difficult to come by. The menu was extensive and Timy directed me to the back pages where the Thai foods were. “Do you want to order some things and share?” he asked. I agreed and suggested a fried fish dish. There were a number of fish dishes on the menu and he discussed our options with the waiter in Thai. I also requested some sautéed morning glories which he agreed was a good choice. I could tell that more items were ordered but didn’t know what to expect until food arrived. I requested chop sticks for myself and Timy said, “Thai people don’t eat with chop sticks. We use spoon and fork,” which he said with a big smile enjoying my lack of knowledge of Thai eating. “This is my first meal in Thailand with another person. I clearly have some things to learn.” “Eating rice with a spoon is just so much easier,” Timy comforted me.

The first item to arrive was a soup made with chicken, vegetables and coconut milk. It was wonderful and had just a bit of spicy taste which was diluted by the coconut milk. The fish arrived and Timy pointed out all of the side items and sauces to use in eating the fish. It was a most impressive presentation and I was eager to eat. “I’m going to watch how you eat first,” I said with full understanding that I was clueless as to how to approach the item. Timy took a small green leaf in his palm and put on chopped shallots, ginger, cashews and tiny pieces of fresh lime before adding some of the dark sauce and a chunk of the fish. He tried to put the whole thing into his mouth but it didn’t fit, so he settled for half. I used the same method and took a taste of the sauce before deciding how much to put on. It looked like the normal Thai chili paste but darker. When I took my bite, the sauce came running down my hand as it dribbled from the green leaf. The taste was great with all of those flavors and the lime burst its freshness onto my palate. “Wow. That’s great!”

He laughed openly and said, “You’re so handsome.” I was shocked by his directness which was not common in Asians and thanked him for his fine compliment. “I always say what’s on my mind which gets me into trouble sometimes.” I asked what kind of trouble and he told me a story about one of his colleagues at the university who got very annoyed when Timy was direct in a criticism. I asked if one of his parents was outspoken like that and he admitted that he was the only one in his family this way. None of his three siblings had this tendency. “We are Chinese who’ve been in Thailand since my grandparents came here.” “So,” I said, “Now that I know you are very open, I will declare that I am the same and ask when did you start to be interested in men?” He didn’t flinch at the question but informed me that he had always been that way. I asked if his parents knew. Timy told me about the time when he was 29 and his mother asked about finding a bride for him. “I got so mad I yelled at my mother. Don’t ever talk to me that way. If I want a woman, I will go find one for myself. She never asked again after that.” “So, do they know that you are gay?” I pressed. “We never talked about it but they must know by now since I have been single my whole life.”

At the end of the meal he took care of the bill and we returned to the car. Soon after getting buckled in I asked, “Do you want to see my space?” “Of course!” He smiled fully again while placing his hand on my bare knee. He kept it there massaging my skin until he needed both hands for safe driving in the crazy Thai traffic.

As I opened the door to my space, I turned on a light and Timy could see that there was a bathroom on the right just after entering. “I need to go here first,” he said. That gave me time to put on softer lights and to open the sliding doors to the balcony where the lights from the temple on the mountain could be seen in the distance. He came up behind me and turned me to face him so that he could firmly plant a kiss on my mouth. Both of us had spicy lips from the food and the intensity of his kiss made them even hotter. “I wanted to do that all evening,” he said in a soft voice, as he undid the top button of my shirt. I pulled him close and kissed him back with full passion while rubbing the back of his neck. I could feel that he was already firmly aroused and I pulled him closer to me so that I could feel his cock press against mine which was also firming up. “Oh, you’re pretty good for an old guy,” he laughed as he rubbed my hard cock with his hand. I undid his belt and reached my hand down into his pants and rubbed his firm dick through the underwear. Timy was endowed for an Asian and I was happy to discover that. He undid the rest of the buttons on my shirt and exposed my smooth chest. He very sensually kissed my nipples and I moaned with pleasure from the warm spicy mouth. I squeezed his dick hard and said, “Come to my bed.”

We both hurriedly took off clothes but he was faster than I, so he got on the bed fully naked first. I slid next to him and rubbed his cock with my hand while I kissed him sweetly and then with more force as my arousal intensified. “I love the way your skin feels,” I said truthfully because he was smooth all over and had silky skin which covered his muscled body. We touched and kissed as we learned each other’s body, listening for sounds of encouragement.

I was right about the size of his cock and put my spicy lips to work taking the whole thing deep into my throat in one push. He gasped in pleasure at the surprise and pushed my head fully onto his engorged manhood. I didn’t gag but relaxed to allow the deeper penetration. I was enjoying the tip of his shaft as it massaged the back of my throat.

I came up for air and lay fully naked on top of him feeling his hard dick pressing against my smooth ass while I kissed him passionately. I slid up and down on his firm cock without allowing penetration. I moved up forward so that he could suck on my nipples while I reached around and stroked his hard stick. We were both completely aroused and I rubbed the tip of his cock on my opening which made us both want more. He pushed me over onto my back and grabbed my legs to place them on his muscled shoulders. Timy sensually rubbed his hard dick on mine giving pleasure to both of us. “You know, I’m listed as a top, but I do that so people don’t think all Asians are bottoms. Maybe I’ll let YOU fuck me though.”

He was in a standard Thai kneeling position and he slid his bent legs under my ass to elevate my opening for easier access. I readily accommodated him but hadn’t been in that position in many years and hoped that I could still do it. I made myself ready for penetration by pulling on my ass cheeks to be spread to accept him. Timy wanted me but didn’t want to provide pain so he slowed himself for entry by just massaging my opening with the head of his nice hard on. The sensation was tremendous and I moaned with desire. He gave a push and was quickly inside where I felt his hard shaft pressing against a very welcoming spot. We both smiled broadly at each other as our eyes connected as well.  “I am happy to meet you,” I said and he readily shared the feeling. “You are so handsome.” “And you have such sexy skin,” I returned. I was still fully aroused and he stroked my dick while he slid his cock slowly, deliberately in and out of my wanting body. Each time his cock pressed against my G spot and I was very stimulated by this sexy, intelligent, muscular man who smiled so openly.

“I hope you don’t mind if I don’t cum quickly,” he admitted without asking if I did mind which I didn’t. He felt so good inside and we were connecting as two men from very different cultures might. “You’re my type and I want to take my time with you. I love you white guys with big chests.” He tweaked my nipples hard causing a little bit of pain before flipping me on my side without removing his cock. Now Timy began to fuck with gusto as his cock slid along my leg and into my hole. He was hungry to cum but each time, as he got close, he backed off and resisted the impulse. He squeezed both of my nipples hard as he thrust inside. There was pain, but I knew that it was a good pain on my nipples and they would survive. I wanted him to just take me as he desired, to be there for his pleasure and stimulation.

He turned me once more so that I was face down with my head between two pillows. From this position Timy could thrust deep into me and I knew that now he meant business, but still he held back one more time before he couldn’t hold off any longer. I felt his hot sperm enter me and fill me with his DNA. Now he was not the scientist but a hot man taking possession of what he wanted for himself all evening. He was dripping sweat on my back and I enjoyed having more of his DNA in another form.

“Rest yourself on me, but don’t come out yet.” He happily let go and breathed a huge exhale that resonated of items held onto for way too long. “It’s been six months for me,” he said with some gratitude that it wasn’t longer. It was difficult for me to accept that he had been without a man for so long since he was such a sexy guy. “Asians don’t excite me and it’s difficult to meet a white male so I was happy when you answered my email. I’ve wanted to be naked with you all evening, but I think you knew that.” I had hoped for that when I saw how handsome and athletic he was, but I endeavored to live in the moment and was very careful about creating desire.

I sensed him relaxing onto me and his weight increased but he was never heavy since he had a small frame. Timy’s breathing began to normalize and I knew that he was concerned about being heavy on me, so he slipped his softened cock out of me and lay by my side so that we could spoon and still be very much connected physically.

We talked about his International tennis group, his family, his upbringing, my choice to live out of a suitcase and our respective cultures. “Did you think that you would have sex with me tonight?” he asked boldly and I said that I avoided expectation like most Buddhists which made him laugh fully and openly. “You know Thailand is ninety percent Buddhist but most people go to temples just as tourists,” the scientist in him spoke and I asked him when was the last time he had gone. I also asked how long he had worn the Buddhist string tied to his wrist. My question led him to pause and think. “This is here two years and that might be the last time I was in a temple.”

The lights from the nearby shopping and night life area came softly through the balcony opening and allowed us to see each other in the soft and colorful light. Neither of us wanted to part, but I knew that he had tennis with his group the next morning and would need his sleep. I reached over and turned on a lamp next to the bed and he understood that I was giving him permission to choose to leave if he wanted. Timy didn’t rush to leave, but began to look for the clothes which he had hurriedly removed. My room looked like the scene of an assignation and we both found humor at the sight.

“Can I take you to dinner tomorrow evening?” I asked hopefully. He smiled and replied, “Yes, if we come back here.” We both laughed at our shared openness and kissed sweetly reconnecting our spent bodies. “Is the same time good for you?” I affirmed and said, “Get some good rest so you don’t fuck up your morning tennis!” We parted with mutual happiness and satisfaction knowing that more would happen the next day.

Timy in Chiang Mai 2

Early in the afternoon, Timy sent an email asking if I wanted to go to a street market and I readily agreed. I was the first one in the lobby this time and he called out my name while displaying a full smile. I was sure that I returned the same happy smile to be with him once again. “I changed my mind. How about going to the walking street?” I would have gone anywhere he suggested, so I readily agreed. “I haven’t been to the walking street in a long time and it would be good for you to see it.” How could I disagree? Besides, I very much enjoyed the affable confidence and energy of this man.

We went to the parking space under my residence and I asked, “So, how long did it take you to get out last night?” He laughed, “It wasn’t as bad as the first time.” The parking garage was very complicated and lacked good signage. The day before we had gotten into his car on the parking level below my residence, but instead of an easy exit we were directed by signage to go up four levels of parking before turning around and finding another downward direction which allowed us to exit almost ten minutes after we had begun.

Chiang Mai was Timy’s city so I deferred to him completely about what to do and how to get there. He asked if I had been to the walking street and I affirmed that I had done so on my first visit to Chiang Mai but had not done so recently. The walking street was at least two kilometers in length in a cross shape in the middle of the old city. Not even bicycles were allowed, let alone cars or motorbikes so it was an area safe for pedestrians, except from other pedestrians.

I think that he had more than one plan for parking, but it was the final plan of parking at the temple which was successful. We drove down many long streets and turned around more than once before we reached the refuge of a temple where welcoming monks dressed in typical orange robes waved us into the temple grounds and guided Timy to a place where he could park. When he exited the car, I observed a donation to the temple being made. It was a good side business for the monks, offering a much needed service in addition to their spiritual guidance.

“It’s been years since I’ve been on this street. I used to go to school over there and would get street food over there,” he pointed out as we walked along some unidentifiable small street which was barely big enough for one car to make its way. Soon we were in the throngs of people and vendors. It felt like Times Square on New Year’s Eve with people on the street as close to each other as a rush hour subway train. I had a small amount of claustrophobia which kicked in, but I kept it at bay while shuffling through the crowds with Timy. It was a good thing that we were there early before the big crowds arrived.

Timy was an intelligent man in his environment and knew how to navigate the way like a child remembering a long ago friendly path. It was not long before we were on the grounds of another temple which was filled with food vendors. “Do you want a skewer?” he asked pointing to the grilled meats on a stick which were not appealing to me and I deferred until later. Then we approached another stall and he didn’t ask, but ordered deep fried fish cakes with scallions. The batter looked like ham salad which the old woman formed into a small pancake by hand before tossing into the large vat of hot oil. They were piping hot having just come out of the fryer and Timy said, “These are only good when they just come out. Otherwise, they’re like eating grease.” I didn’t doubt that since they were crispy and delicious but clearly loaded with fats. It was probably the least healthy way to eat fish. He paid a dollar or so and I complained that this dinner was supposed to be my treat. “You can pay for dinner when we get there. This is just street food.” I had to laugh at his distinction.

He took on another mission to find something from his childhood and we soon located his destination. “Do you want some coconut ice?” I declined admitting that I stopped eating those kinds of things some years back. He happily ordered his and once again paid sort of a dollar or less. He insisted that I use the tiny spoon to have a taste saying, “It’s only coconut and not with cream like ice cream.” I accepted the kind offer of the frozen item and agreed that it had a good taste. He saw that it was not my true enjoyment and quickly devoured the cup of frozen coconut as we moved along in the heat.

“Oh good. It’s not packed yet. Soon there will be a line.” Timy pointed to an outdoor restaurant which seated maybe forty people. The chairs were small and the tables were low which works well for Thai people who can easily bend their knees and bodies. It worked less well for tall Caucasians who couldn’t bend knees very well any more. Timy did all of the ordering in Thai and I offered suggestions about what I wanted. Soon he was presented with the rice soup which my guess was made from yesterday’s rice just as we made rice pudding in the US from yesterday’s rice. He ate childlike and ravenously two bowls of the soup before the meal began. I didn’t find it of interest and held out for the whole crispy fish.

Soon the fish, the morning glories and spring rolls arrived. Timy noted that I was not eating like a Thai person and gave me permission to use my chop sticks to just break off a piece of the fish and eat it. “Thai people don’t put food on plates in front of themselves. That makes it seem like you are afraid there won’t be enough. We take one bite at a time from the main dish and just eat it. This way you can see if others have a favorite.” I’m sure that this made sense in Thailand, but I was accustomed not to use personal utensils to touch the main dish. I did my best to adjust to the Thai way.

All of the food was delicious and more than we could eat. When the bill came, Timy allowed me to pay the cheap amount of twenty one dollars which also included two fruit shakes. The restaurant was pleased to have us return their business table since there was now a line waiting to sit. “Thai people don’t sit long at a table, but just eat and go.” I didn’t feel rushed, but I did think that we were there longer than most other tables. It must have been my Caucasian influence.

The throngs of walking people had increased. How was that possible? My crowd issues increased correspondingly and I suggested that there were too many people for it to be pleasant. I sensed that he was also ready to be naked but neither of us stated so. We returned to the car where the monk was ready to have a new space made available as we left the temple. It seemed much easier to leave than to arrive and soon Timy was putting us into a parking space at my residence.

During this whole time there had been no public physical contact between us which I readily saw between heterosexuals at the walking street. Straight people held hands and arms were graced around shoulders, but this was not allowed for same gender couples. We had to wait for a closed door private space.

We both needed to use the bathroom before sexual contact and I encouraged him to go first. Timy readily accepted the suggestion and was therefore naked on my bed when I emerged from the bathroom in a clean condition. I smiled at the beautiful man with an open smile welcoming me to my own bed. We were familiar now with some of the things that were exciting for each other but there was still lots of territory left unexplored. I climbed naked into our bed and we kissed sweetly and then more passionately as our libidos fired up.

“I probably won’t orgasm today because I had such a good one yesterday,” I admitted. “You need more recovery time?” I affirmed and said that it was usually forty eight hours in between for me. “I stopped having orgasms as a goal many years ago and I can have a great time without the need for release.” He plucked hard at my nipples saying, “I know we’ll have fun anyway.”

He climbed on top of me with my back on the bed. He sensually rubbed our two cocks together which were both very responsive to that stimulation. Soon he slid forward and pressed my dick on his smooth ass which led me to squeeze those sexy buns which were small but globular. He grabbed some lube and began to rub my hard shaft on his lubed entry point. I could feel that Timy was very tight and I had some girth so I knew that he would be in for a challenge, especially if he hadn’t had sex in six months. It wasn’t long though before I felt the tip of my cock push up inside his hot body and he gasped as his opening was stretched. I didn’t push further until he caught his breath and was ready to receive more of me. I gyrated a bit to help stretch his hole and make it more comfortable for him. I also tugged on his hard cock to distract him with a different sensation that made his eyes widen as well as his ass.

Timy was so strong and athletic that he could just stay in that hunker position without it bothering his knees the way that it would have for me. He slowly pushed himself on all of the way so that he had seven thick inches of meat deep inside. I could tell that it was painful for him so I relaxed to soften my cock a bit for him to be more comfortable. Timy only stayed with me inside for another minute before lifting off and stroking our cocks together. I think that he was pleased with his anal accomplishment of fitting all of me inside. I know I was happy and smiling.

He turned me on my side and pressed his hard cock up against my opening. He was ready to plunge head first inside and I was eager to feel him there again. He took his time and teased my hole with his lubed cock putting only an inch inside before pulling back out again. Then he reentered and went another inch. Each time holding himself back from the full thrusting that his body wanted. Before long he gave up holding back and started making long hard thrusts into me that shook me and the bed. He was breathing heavily and abandoned holding out for more pleasure. He wanted to just take me and fill me with his cum. I felt his stiff cock somehow get harder and knew that soon I would feel that warm squirt of juice. His orgasm was silent, but his whole body shook with the release and I knew that he had filled me to the brim. I loved being able to give this sexy man the pleasure that he desired.

Timy stayed inside and just snuggled up with his sweaty smooth body. It was a good thing that I had put down a towel because otherwise the sheets would have been soaked with our body fluids. “Wow. That was great,” I said earnestly and he just replied, “Wffff…” as he relaxed from two days of tennis and sex.

We lay together naked for an hour or so talking about jobs. I asked him if he liked his work and without pausing, he declared that he was happy with the work and the situation, but he had begun to think about retirement. There wasn’t enough money yet but if there were he would leave. I suggested part time work before retirement and he said that that would look funny to Thai people, like you didn’t have enough money. It was a social embarrassment to go back to work after one retired. No, that wasn’t possible. We were just enjoying all that the other had to offer in intelligence and insights as well as cultural awareness and personal experiences.

It was easy talking with him and I laughed when Timy declared that women talked more than men because we had been talking non-stop. I told him about a former girlfriend who was a ruminant and just couldn’t let things go, speaking ad nauseam. She remembered every negative thing that anyone had done to her, especially her seven Irish siblings. She would tell me the same story ten times as if I’d never heard it before. It was impossible to imagine what it must have been like going on inside her head, like a merry go round that never stopped.

“So, now that I know you are OK with me asking intrusive questions, how often do you masturbate?” I inquired. I hadn’t asked that question of anyone before but it came into my head and soon out of my mouth. Timy didn’t hesitate but responded, “Most days, but not today.” And I realized that this question was even more intrusive than my usual questions about when did your start with men and how did you lose your virginity. This question opened up current sexual activity which was often very personal and private.

It was now late on Sunday evening and Timy would have work in the morning. We were both shocked when we realized that it was almost midnight. We had had a wonderful weekend together but would have to wait five days before he would be free again. We kissed and hugged at the door like old friends with both of us headed for pleasant sexy dreams.

Timy in Chiang Mai 3

The week passed quickly for me with visits to temples and other parts of Chiang Mai. “Do you want to go to dinner on Friday or Saturday?” came Timy’s email and I quickly opted for the sooner day of Friday. He accepted the choice and we also agreed that 6 PM would work for both of us.

I was in the lobby when I saw his athletic body and open smile come toward me with celerity and grace. I was impressed with how Timy stayed in shape, making him very attractive. “Hi,” he greeted and we briefly touched hands in the mostly empty lobby. Even with passion flowering in our new friendship, public display was uncomfortable for him. In my own country, I regularly hugged and kissed men, even straight men, without concern for public opinion. I was a very open and tactile man who valued those freedoms that didn’t exist in many cultures.

“I came on the bike since the traffic was bad,” he offered, and I wondered, “Does he expect me to get on the back of his bike?” He must have identified the concern on my face and said, “So, let’s just eat around here.” There were tons of places to eat in nearby Nimman street but I didn’t feel like those were very authentic and neither of us would enjoy sitting with a bunch of tourists. In our driving, we had seen some family type places in an area not far from my building and I suggested we find something there.

We began walking in that direction but then turned back into another area after we hadn’t found anything acceptable for our dinner. Eventually, we found an appealing, open air restaurant with a garden. In looking at the menu before entering, we were both able to find acceptable choices and we took seats at a wooden table next to tropical plants that provided some cooling air.

“I’m not very hungry and am just going to have an omelet with some mushrooms,” he opted. I was the opposite and ordered a full plate of tempura chicken and an accompanying plate of morning glories. I knew that he would eat some of the morning glories as well so I didn’t worry that it was too much. When asked about a drink, I declared water was good and was informed that it was self-service water, which Timy eventually got for me out of kindness. His Coke was also added to the order.

Since we were still in a public space, no physical contact could happen either above or below the table but we were eye to eye in animated conversation like two good friends who hadn’t seen each other in a while. Timy talked about his students and how he was going to be mean to some of them since they hadn’t shown up for his class. We also talked about my trips to the temples and other parts of town and how I found Doi Suthep up on the mountain to be quite a spiritual place.

Soon our food was presented and we both lunged into the delicious items prepared for us. We ate with gusto and I felt like I ate at the speed of a Thai resident. I had to give up without finishing though because I had indeed ordered too much. I was going to pay the bill and Timy suggested that we split the cost which was fine with me. Now we had had three meals and paid differently each time. I enjoyed that kind of variation and flexibility. I also appreciated those attributes in a good sex partner.

It was fully dark now and I didn’t want to return to my place using the long way we had taken to get there. I knew that one of the other side streets had to take us back to my main street a shorter way. We made a number of twists and turns and finally Timy saw the top of my neighbor building lit up and I agreed that that was where we needed to go. “I think we can get this way across a lane that isn’t meant for cars.” He was indeed correct and we were both astonished when we came to a large open field where we saw a football field sized area with hundreds of people. As we got closer, it became clear that this was an enormous open air buffet restaurant just next to my building.

We could have continued the normal pedestrian path but I recognized an area of my building where we could enter from the rear. It required both of us climbing over a three foot cement balustrade and I had no doubt that he could manage it. I was fairly certain that my long legs would work for me as well. With no mishap and a shortened walk, we were in my building in no time and we both used the public restroom before taking the elevator to my floor.

The holiday lights from the nearby shopping area provided enough light into my space so that I didn’t turn on a light but just pulled Timy fully to me and I kissed him softly. He kissed back with more vigor than I had begun. There was a deep passion that had been frustrated for the week and needed release. Neither of us cared about taking our time this go round. Clothes came off in a rush and were tossed to the floor without care.

I needed to touch his beautiful smooth skin and as I did so my member rose to speak and offer thanks for the gift before me. What a wonderful man to have found and to enjoy who was equally happy to have this tall Caucasian for his pleasure. We were silhouetted in the sliding glass doors and the colors of the lights played on our bodies lending them an increased softness and curvature that was most attractive.

I pulled him to the bed and didn’t remove the covers but simply sat so that my mouth was at a good level with his fully erect penis. I hoped that the heat from the chilis I had eaten would give him some extra stimulation from their warmth as well as mine. His whole body stiffened in response as he slid his cock to the back of my mouth. I loved the feeling of his long shaft filling up my welcoming cavity in anticipation of another space that would soon be occupied.

His cock tasted so good I didn’t want to stop but I sensed that he was getting too close to a climax so I backed off and slowed my approach to one of licking and nibbling his cock and his balls. I lay back naked on the bed and he leapt on top of me to kiss me hard on the lips and then he pulled back to look me fully in the eyes before he said, “You make me feel so good.” I could feel his hard cock pressing against mine and I was pleased to hear his appreciative words.  

He didn’t bother with the lube that was next to the bed, but wet his fingers from his own saliva and started to rub my opening. His finger was as eager as his cock and it was not long before I felt his digit penetrate my opening, urging me to become fully receptive. He rotated his finger, expanding the opening and then he put in a second finger to really stretch me. I tried to relax but I was very stimulated and tensed with the excitement.

He grabbed a pillow and thrust it under my ass to provide a good elevation for entry. He used his strong tennis arms to lift my legs onto his shoulders as he leaned his weight onto my legs to force me back so that my opening was fully vulnerable. I loved his take charge approach and yielded to his masculine strength. His body was fully connected to me and I could feel his hard dick searching for the way into my warmth. He rubbed his cock lengthwise across my opening before he pressed the head of his beautiful member inside. I gasped from the small pain but knew that the pure pleasure was to follow. He allowed me to catch my breath and relax before he pressed ahead, sliding all the way inside so that his full balls were pressing against my opening.

He slowly pulled all of the way out and began the process again and my ass relaxed more with the repetition. I became very welcoming, lusting for his hard cock which was now thrusting mercilessly against my prostate. My own cock was fully excited and I began to stroke myself using the same rhythm as his thrusts. The feeling was overwhelming and he could tell that my breathing was getting stronger and deeper as he never stopped filling me with his cock. He took no rests, but just continued to press his case for climax which made me crazy with stimulation. I knew that he was going to make me cum while fucking me and I alerted him before that happened.

I think that he was happy to give me pleasure from his needs and he bore on with faster thrusts and I yelled as my sperm leapt from my cock onto my chest and made a large wet area that became slippery. Just as I finished my orgasm he came with the same yell and I felt more sperm coming into the world. We had only been with each other three times and here we were already having the ever-elusive double climax. There was a certain chemistry that existed from day one in our time together with a relaxed comradery combined with an elixir of passion and desire.

He collapsed onto me with my legs still over my head and I was grateful for those years of yoga that allowed this stretch to be a comfortable one. When we had finished catching our breaths and I was able to lower my legs, we looked into each other’s eyes and then simultaneously laughed out loud at the event we had created between us. There was nothing that either of us would do that weekend that would match the delight we had just created together in a short period of time.

The pragmatics of cleaning up and getting comfortable on the bed happened with ease and soon I was snuggled onto his smooth chest as he wrapped his arms around me in a loving pose. Words escaped both of us for a long time as we continued to enjoy the comfort of the softened physicality after the rush to get what we both wanted.

“I’m going to be very involved with family over the holidays,” he offered and I replied that of course he would be and there was no discussion of being introduced to the family. We were still at the beginning of something that we could not know where it might go. I knew that both Chinese and Thai cultures, while accepting of gay people, were less amenable when it was a family member. I would only be staying a couple more weeks before my visa would expire and I would need to leave his country. Those limitations led us not to see each other again before it was time for me to leave. Fortunately, there was a need for me to return to Chiang Mai a couple of months later.

Phen in Chiang Mai

Phen started writing to me a couple of weeks after I arrived in Chiang Mai. He was going to be visiting from his small village in Thailand and was very curious about my traveling life. He was in his mid forties and a little heavier than a typical Thai male but the same average height. I agreed to meet him while he would be nearby. I was going to be there for another two weeks and had lots of free time.

As it turned out, the reason he was coming to Chiang Mai was that he was coaching a group of his students in a Scrabble contest that would be done in English. The contest would be on the other side of town from my place in Nimman which was a busy tourist area. We could meet for lunch while the students were having theirs.

I decided to walk the distance since it wasn’t too hot, but the two mile walk left my shirt wet with sweat by the time I arrived at Airport Plaza. The mall was large and modern with a number of standard Western mall businesses. Phen had not picked a specific place to meet, so I wandered until I saw where the children were having their gaming contest and I waited in that area. He recognized me before I recognized him since there weren’t many Caucasians near the contest hall. We did the standard Thai greeting and he encouraged me to follow him into the mall where the food options were. Neither of us had eaten so it was decided to get some lunch from the inexpensive vendors on the lowest level.

In the large food court, there were twenty locations providing various Asian food options for under two dollars. We split up to locate what each of us wanted. I found a noodle stand and added vegetables and a fried egg on top with some hot sauce to complement. Phen had already obtained his food and a table for us. He had also purchased two bottles of water, which was very thoughtful and kind of him. Fortunately, the table was only slightly smaller than a Western size and I had no trouble fitting myself on the small stool. He had obtained some type of red curry with rice. My food was as delicious as I had hoped it would be.

I asked questions about the contest and he explained that he had two different age groups competing and that it was an initiative that he had started at his school. He also took on the expenses of the trip and entry fee from his own salary. This was most impressive since teachers didn’t get paid well in Thailand. His two teams had won their morning matches and he was proud of their accomplishments.

His small village of about three hundred people was a five hour drive to the East up in the hills. The village subsisted on farming tea and rice. Vegetables were grown for local use as were chickens and pigs. Meat was a once a day luxury for most families who had been there for generations. There were lots of cousins and perhaps some intermarrying. The more that I noted his facial and body features, he struck me as belonging to the Hmong people. He also had very straight dark hair worn in an old style. In Chiang Mai all of the men under fifty had very trimmed hair done regularly by the local barbers for two or three dollars.

After our meal, I suggested that we go to a quieter place for conversation where I could ask questions that he would not answer in that public setting. He had a damaged ear drum on one side and it was not possible to have a quiet conversation with the other diners nearby. Earlier I had noted an area which had unoccupied tables and chairs just outside one of the mall entrances and I led him to that location.

We took two contiguous seats at the table for four and looked out at the busy street sixty feet away. I asked him if he had a partner and he explained that he was completely closeted. No one in his village had any idea that he was gay, but he had known since he was a boy that he always looked at older men. There were no hidden secrets in the small village life. He only played when he traveled and that was limited to Thailand.

He had studied English in college and determined that he would take his new skills back to his village to help educate the young children into being prepared for a non-farming life. He was very passionate about his teaching and his face lit up when talking about his pride in his students. As part of the modern era, the girls went to school as well although some families thought that it was a waste of time since they were only going to get married.

A couple of times he commented on how attractive I was to him as he looked directly at me with a wide, warm smile. His white teeth glistened in contrast to his dark skin. He hoped that we could have some private time without clothes. He really enjoyed sucking on cock and wanted to come to my place. I agreed that he could come to my place where I was staying alone. He thought that he could get away in an hour once the second round had started in the afternoon. Coaches were not allowed to watch any of the matches, so he would not be missed for a couple of hours until the scoring started.

He could take a red songthaew for a dollar and be to me quickly. A songthaew was a group taxi that was a red pickup truck with covered bench seating in the rear where the passenger entrance was. A standard 30 Baht fee got you most places in the city but other passengers might get taken to their location first so it wasn’t as direct as a regular taxi. I provided him with the address information and we agreed to target 3 PM. He was pleased and excited that he would get to have some sexual time. We exchanged Thai greetings and I took the walk back to my place while he returned to his students.

The appointed time arrived and I hadn’t received a message from Phen until fifteen minutes afterward. He declared that he would be there soon. Thirty minutes later I received another message from Phen that he was working on getting free and would be to me soon. When four thirty arrived and I had not heard from him again, I knew that the afternoon rendezvous was not going to happen.

Instead, I went for a walk to the nearby street market and obtained some food for my dinner. There was an old woman there who made the most delicious strips of fried chicken and she provided a pleasant sweet pepper sauce in a little baggie. I had already been to her a few times during my stay and each time I returned, she recalled me and what I liked and provided a big smile displaying some of her missing teeth. I always liked supporting local vendors who had been making something for years.

Phen left me a message that he could come in the evening after the children were settled into their rooms after dinner. This didn’t sound like a safe or very viable plan, but I knew that he was desperate to have a man on man experience and so I accepted his offer.

By 10 PM I had not heard from Phen, so I decided that it was late and that I would not spend more time waiting for him to become available. I sent a polite but clear email that he had declared “soon” too many times for me and I was going to call it a night. I knew that he was leaving the next day with his students to return to the village. He sent me an apologetic email two days later and I accepted his apology and wished him well in his search to find a friend.

While I had waited for Phen, my mind wondered about his village life. The reasonable statistics about sexuality suggested that five percent of any population was not heterosexual. But even if I were to use the lowest extreme of one percent, then in Phen’s village of three hundred people there were two other non-heterosexual people hiding just as fiercely as he was. In some cultures, the aberrant members of the tribe were singled out as special and revered for their unique abilities. In other tribes, they were stoned to death or exiled as a public example. Perhaps Phen belonged to the latter tribe.

Ding in Phnom Penh

I traveled from Thailand to Cambodia by plane and spent a week in Siem Reap before using the bus to get to Phnom Penh. I had been to both of these locations before and knew that I would be unlikely to find any person of interest while in Siem Reap. I planned to be in a luxury high rise in Phnom Penh for ten days. I chose to be in a new part of town on the other side of the river where there would be fewer tourists.

Soon after I arrived, I received messages from a Cambodian man who wanted to visit me. His profile was listed as being in Phnom Penh but it didn’t seem that that was accurate by what he indicated about needing to travel and maybe stay overnight. He was an average Asian build top in his middle thirties. Having been with other vigorous young Asian tops, I took an interest in his emails. He made clear that he wasn’t seeking a sugar Daddy.

We made a plan for a weekday and he informed me that he would arrive by 10 AM. This was early for me but not so much that I needed to set an alarm. I agreed to meet Ding at the security entrance to my building complex of three buildings so that he could get past security without any difficulty.

As I was walking from my building, to the security entrance I noticed a tuk tuk droping off a man fitting his description. He had clear face photos of me and he waved when he saw me approaching. Ding was slender, 5’6”, with short black hair and no features that would make him easily distinguishable from many other Cambodian men his age. He had a heightened energy about him but it seemed more like nervous energy than sexual or elevated intelligence. I would determine later that it was an insatiable curiosity.

I escorted him to my building and we used the elevator to arrive at the 16th floor which provided a very attractive view of the city across the Sab river, especially at night with the lights. He asked about using the bathroom and I directed him to the area next to the bedroom. I waited for him in the living room, enjoying the view.

When he came out of the bathroom, he had removed his shirt, exposing a well-defined smooth Asian chest. I was very attracted by the definitions showing on his chest and I approached him to meet in the middle of the living room. “Well, aren’t you better looking than your pictures,” I declared honestly. He didn’t verbally respond, but put his hands on my chest and began to rub my very sensitive nipples through my shirt. He smiled knowing that he was pleasing his Daddy.

I touched his smooth chest with both of my hands and enjoyed the feel of his soft light brown skin. He undid the buttons on my short sleeved shirt and exposed my smooth chest where he could have counted the few hairs displayed there. He pressed his lips against my left nipple and sucked gently which was very arousing for me. He reached down with one hand and encouraged my cock to engorge. I put my hands behind his head and held him to my breast while I arched my back from the pleasuring.

My cock was getting really stimulated and my shorts were not going to contain me long. He dropped to his knees and pulled down my shorts all of the way exposing my hard shaft which was now pointing right at his smiling face. “Yes,” he declared as he cupped my balls with one hand to direct my cock into his warm mouth. His wet lips felt so exciting and I started to have visions of fucking him right there on the sofa. I knew that he would have that small, smooth Asian ass that got my attention. I massaged his short black hair with both my hands and pulled on his ear lobes.

Ding closed his lips firmly on my dick and bobbed slowly back and forth making my cock wet and very hard. I held his head in place and began to thrust in and out with a rhythmic pattern but didn’t push all of the way into his throat until he got used to the size. I gave one hard thrust that reached deep into his throat and held his head in place until he needed to breathe. I pulled out all of the way and he gulped in breaths of air before putting his mouth back on my cock with more vigor. He reached underneath my shaved balls and pressed a finger against my opening. He noted that I was very tight and added some of his saliva from my dick to lubricate the opening.

He slowly stimulated the anal opening by rubbing his wet firm finger back and forth before he pushed his middle finger just inside the opening. He rotated his digit inside and began to relax my opening while he kept his warm mouth on my hard cock. As my ass got stimulated, my brain changed direction and I started wondering about the size of his cock. “Come to the bedroom,” I directed as I withdrew my hard, wet cock from his dripping mouth.

I got completely naked and he followed my direction doing the same. As we faced each other, both dicks were pointing forward and he had a good-sized dark shaft that I wanted to taste. I dropped to my knees and took his firm member into my warm mouth. I was hungry for him and didn’t tease his cock but took him fully within my mouth in the first gulp. I closed my lips tightly around his firm shaft as I pulled backward sucking along the way. He gasped from the experience and I dove all the way in again so that my face was pressed up against his abdomen. Ding wasn’t thick, but had a decent length that reached almost to the back of my throat, one of my serious erogenous zones.

I pumped back and forth and began to taste his precum. He was enjoying having a Daddy give him some good head. “Come up on the bed, Daddy” he directed and I did so. I lay naked face up and he placed his, smooth body on top of mine and we began to grind our firm cocks together. Both of us were increasing our breathing while stimulating each other.

He moved to a kneeling position and reached back to take hold of my ankles. He lifted my legs up into the air while his cock pressed against my balls. I loved feeling his hard cock pressing in to me wanting to find a way in. Ding saw the lube by the side of the bed and gently rubbed some on my opening and on his hard manhood. He pushed my legs back further, over my head exposing my lubed-up anus. He maneuvered his cock to my sensitive opening and slowly pushed himself inside me. I enjoyed how hard his dick was and was glad that it wasn’t too thick to cause any pain. He watched my face as he took possession of my body for his pleasure and mine.

Ding let my legs go and leaned forward to suck on my nipples. He stayed inside and began slow thrusts into me that rippled up to my nipples. His hard cock slid back and forth while he stayed attached to that nipple. There was something electric about those two points of contact that made me shoot a load of cum onto both of our chests. He felt me shudder in orgasm and pressed himself fully against my body to coat his chest with my sperm.

He leaned back and looked directly into my face as he started shoving his dick into me with force while I felt his balls slapping against my ass. He moved into a plank position and thrust his dick downward using his full strength to push in and out of me. I felt his cock get even harder and his face began to contort as he focused his energy fully on his dick pounding into me. His warm liquid shot forcefully into me and he kept on thrusting to make a second shot of cum add to the first. Ding didn’t collapse onto me but stayed in that plank position for a minute while his cock softened somewhat.

He pulled himself out the rest of the way and laid himself next to me on the bed with both our faces looking at the ceiling. He came onto me with such a rush of intent in the living room and my attraction to his muscled chest made the chemistry complete. Our naked bodies responded to natural stimuli, completing acts of pleasure with abandon. Although I didn’t sense any emotional attachment between us, the physical attractions made that unnecessary. We both had very satisfying orgasms.

We lay quietly in bed and I knew that I would need to be the one to begin a conversation so I asked where he lived. He explained that he had lived in Phnom Penh but had moved to Sihanoukville for a job which hadn’t turned out to be as lucrative as he had been promised. Many Chinese tourists went to that area now and there were large casinos.

I asked how he got to Phnom Penh and he informed me that he had taken an early bus and then the tuk tuk from the bus station to where I was on the other side of the river. He made sure that I understood he was not looking for a relationship and valued his independence. Sex was just for fun and didn’t have any meaning. I wondered if he had been emotionally harmed to arrive at this position of distancing. I didn’t push him to find out why he felt that way, but I recognized some of the same elements within myself. Sex could happen for me just for the sake of sex, but I always left open the door for an emotional connection if one were available. It seemed that his door was securely barricaded.

I asked him if he wanted something to eat and he affirmed that he hadn’t eaten since early morning. I knew that there were a number of small restaurants nearby which I had not entered since there didn’t appear to be any English spoken or written. This would be an opportunity to explore one with a Cambodian man. We tidied up and put on our clothes.

The area that I was in was expanding with more high-rise residential construction. There was also a small university across the street which meant street vendors and cheap restaurants. Ding asked me what I wanted and I declared that I was interested in some noodles with vegetables. The first restaurant that I pointed out didn’t have noodles and so we continued for a few more blocks before locating some noodles displayed by a restaurant.

Ding asked the chef/server if what I wanted was available and she seemed to indicate that she could make something similar. He ordered something for himself and we took seats at the inside area of the open-air restaurant where there were only two other diners. There were large fans, but no air conditioning to deal with the ninety degree heat. The same woman brought us two glasses of iced water which was a surprise for me. In the past I had experienced that ice was difficult to obtain in Cambodia. She asked through Ding if I wanted my food spicy and I affirmed.

This was also a change in Cambodia where spicy food was not typical, but it seemed as if they were being influenced by their spicy Thai neighbors and Chinese tourists who preferred their food highly spiced. Now the Cambodians asked beforehand.

It was not long before the food was presented and I had a bowl of steaming broth with noodles, vegetables and probably pork. It had a good spicy flavor which seasoned my lips and throat. Ding had a plate of rice and chicken innards along with a hard-boiled egg. We ate without much conversation and I paid less than five dollars for the two lunches.

On the return walk, Ding stopped at a street vendor to get an iced coffee. When I asked how it was, he declared that it wasn’t very good which didn’t surprise him because it was quite cheap for the students no doubt. I noted how he looked at businesses and buildings as we took our walk. Like me, I sensed that he was quite curious and wanted to understand how everything worked and what people were doing. Most likely he made the same observation about me, another point of our commonality.

We arrived back at my condo and we each took to our phones to look at emails and messages. We were like roommates who were not friends but just occupied a common space. Neither of us spoke for more than an hour. Our bodily needs had been met and there wasn’t more of a connection to create real communication. I didn’t take my usual afternoon time in the pool since he didn’t have a suit and would be at loose ends.

I asked if he had a place to stay for the night and he sheepishly declared that he did not, so I offered to have him stay at my place. Overnights were rare for me, but given that he had traveled to be with me, it was the proper host offering. He made no verbal comment following my offer, but I knew that he had accepted. Again, I wondered what had led him to be so detached. The afternoon waned without much more conversation.

As we watched the sunset from the balcony, I asked if he were ready for some dinner. He affirmed and I suggested that there was a street vendor who sold roast chickens and we could get some rice and vegetables. This agreed with him and we walked a little further than we had for lunch to arrive at the chicken vendor who had a stainless-steel rotisserie on the roadside. About ten other vendors were in this same area.

Ding did the communicating with the vendor and I did the money transfer. The chicken came with some raw vegetables and a dipping sauce. I had noted along the way that there was a woman cooking morning glory stalks in a wok and I suggested that we get some. Again, Ding did the communicating and I did the money. We also got lots of rice. At both vendors we were asked about having our food spicy and we affirmed.

When we arrived back at my condo, I set up place mats and utensils along with plates and napkins. Ding used the knife that I provided to carve up the chicken which had more parts than a Western chicken. The head and neck were tucked into one cavity and the feet with claws were tucked into the other end. Ding noted that I wasn’t choosing to eat those parts and enjoyed them all. Between the two of us we managed to mostly finish the food that we had obtained.

Ding insisted that he would clean the dishes and put away the small amount of leftovers. I saw this as his way to pay for his room and board and I remained sitting while he completed what he had set out to do. He was better at cleaning than most men which was another sign of his independence.

We returned to checking emails and messages just as we had earlier in the day. He made a couple of short phone calls which were in Khmer so I didn’t understand what was communicated. They seemed to be calls with friends, perhaps people he had known in Phnom Penh when he had lived there. I noted that he didn’t at any time give the television any attention. I rarely turned one on when I was traveling, preferring to be on the Internet which was not as passive as the television. In so many cultures, one relaxed to the television following a dinner, but it didn’t seem to interest him.

We were sitting on opposite ends of the small sofa, when I noted that he had begun rubbing his cock through his light shorts. I gave him my full attention but didn’t change my position. He noted that he had gotten my attention and opened up his shorts to expose his hard stick. He teasingly stroked himself while watching my face. It was quite likely that I involuntarily licked my lips which still had the flavor of spicy chicken and greens.

Ding stood, got naked and walked the short distance to put his cock in my face. I leaned forward and engulfed him to the base. He was going to be my sweet dessert. My hands cupped his cute smooth ass to hold him in place while I sucked on his delicious cock. He rubbed my hair gently and I felt a touch of affection from him, perhaps it was gratitude. We stayed in that position for some time while I enjoyed the feeling of his dick in my mouth and my hands on his ass. I could feel my own cock begin to engorge and I was certain that he noted the change.

He backed up, pulling his hard cock from my mouth and dropped to his knees in front of me. He undid my shorts and pulled them off to expose my dick. His mouth felt even warmer than the first experience and I leaned back into the sofa to lift up my dick to him. He sucked me gently at first, but then increased his speed and strength until I was fully upright.

“Come turn around,” he instructed me with a soft but clear voice. I knew what would follow and was eager to do as he told me. I moved into a doggy position and held onto the back of the sofa for support as he walked his firm cock up to my opening. He took some saliva from his mouth and rubbed it on my opening as well as on his dick.

He positioned the head of his cock at the mouth of my ass and rubbed in circles on the outside before he plunged his hard shaft into me in one forceful thrust. His hands held onto my hips as he pushed deep and hard into me with force and intention. His smooth athletic body was joining with me and filling me with his hard dick. Even though he had orgasmed earlier, he was young and I knew that he would again fill me with his hot fluids. I enjoyed the feeling of his youthful energy being satisfied by my much older body. He smacked my ass a few times as he continued his relentless fucking. “Oh yes, give it to me,” I encouraged him. “Fuck me with your hard cock,” I continued. He slapped my ass harder but made no comment. There was no pain from the smacks and I enjoyed the feeling from his touch.

My dick was flopping back and forth in rhythm to the thrusts of his cock. He reached underneath and stroked me while he continued to plunge his own cock into my prostate. I didn’t think that it would happen but before long, the stimulation was so strong that I shot a load of cum on the faux leather black sofa.

He released my used cock and focused his attention on his own. Even with the air conditioning on, I felt his sweat dripping onto my back as he continued pushing his shaft into me for another five minutes. I was getting worn out, but his youth led him to get as much enjoyment as he could. “Yes, give me your hard cock. Fill me with your cum,” I encouraged. I felt his body tense and his cock thicken as spurts of cum shot into me with full force. He had multiple aftershocks and thrusts that filled me to the point where I knew that his sperm were dripping from me onto the sofa to join with mine.

He didn’t relax onto me or say anything, but pulled his cock back and went into the bathroom where I heard him turn on the shower. I was certain that he was very sweaty and needed the cool water to get his body back to a normal temperature. I gave him a couple minutes of privacy but then went into the bathroom myself.

The shower was open-style and the room was fully tiled so there was no enclosed space. He noted my entrance but didn’t give me any attention choosing to focus on his own body. I entered the wet area and stood behind him. I took some soap and sensually washed his back. He leaned his soapy body against me and let the water cascade down the front of his smooth naked chest. As I felt his body relax against me, I rubbed his chest with soap which washed off right away. His head rested against me in a brief moment of comfort.

It was as though he had awakened from a dream and was startled to sense me behind him. Without comment he left the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off. I remained in the shower and finished cleaning myself alone and puzzled. Perhaps I had awakened a memory from an experience he didn’t want to remember. I didn’t know how to help him.

I returned to the living room following my cleansing and put my clothes back on. Ding was already fully dressed and sitting on the sofa focused on the task on his phone. I didn’t disturb him but got my phone and sat on the other end of the sofa. I didn’t know how to break through to him and I sensed that he wanted to stay closed.

In a short while, I felt myself getting sleepy and declared that it was time for me to go to bed. “Ok,” he said. “See you later,” he continued while still focused on his phone. It had been a long day for me being with someone all day and I was indeed tired. I got naked and dropped myself into the large bed where I soon fell asleep.

It was very common for me to wake in the middle of the night. As I did so, I realized that I was the only one in bed. I used the bathroom and went into the living room where I discovered the sleeping Ding on the sofa. He was wearing just his shorts and was sleeping in a curled position on his side. I chose not to disturb him but returned to my own sleeping quarters where I spent restless hours.

I heard him in the bathroom but didn’t leave my bed. Five minutes later he came into my room fully dressed. “I have to leave,” he declared without a reason. “I’ll see you later, OK?” he offered. “OK,” I sleepily responded. There was no touching between us and the space that distanced us was palpable. I heard him close the door on his way out. I didn’t expect to see him return and I was correct.

I received a text later that day that he had met a friend and was returning to Sihanoukville on the back of the friend’s motorbike. It was not until the next day that he sent an email that was intended to be closure for him.

“I just wanted you to know that I am not available to be a boyfriend. So, don’t get any ideas. My independence is important to me and I don’t want any attachment. Enjoy your stay in Phnom Penh.”

Chen in Taipei

It was my first time in Taiwan’s capital and I was looking forward to learning about the culture and history of the island. I knew my world history reasonably well but much of the deep study had been decades ago and I had forgotten that Japan took this territory in 1895, long before the world wars. So here was an indigenous culture layered with fifty years of Japanese influence until China was awarded the land when the Japanese were defeated. A number of Chinese immigrants arrived years before the KMT invaded the island in 1949 and placed the land under martial law until 1978 when democracy arrived, surviving to today.

I had received a number of requests to meet when I listed my travel to Taipei and one in particular was very much of interest. Chen offered to take me to a hot spring which I had done in Japan many years before. I knew that the Taipei hot springs were not located in the city itself and this would be an opportunity to get outside of the busy metropolis. I accepted his invitation which I think surprised him.

He wrote to me that he would like to pick me up at my location at 6:45 AM. When I read that I laughed out loud because I was not a morning person. In the US, I had trained all of my friends not to call before 9 AM. I informed Chen of my acceptance and declared that since he was providing such a nice offer, it was incumbent upon me to be flexible and fit into his schedule. The Airbnb place where I was staying was not readily identifiable so I located a nearby hotel that had a curved driveway where Chen could easily pull in his vehicle from the busy street.

I had to set an alarm to be able to meet him at the appointed time but I awoke slightly before the alarm and was able to turn it off. My body sensed time and the alarm was a backup system. I headed to the nearby meeting place and arrived just as I saw a car pull in and take a waiting position. We had traded facial pictures so each of us had the same information for recognition. As I approached, I saw the driver’s window drop down revealing Chen who was smiling broadly. I may have smiled as well at how easily this was unfolding. It was his pleasant smile that made me feel very comfortable getting into a car with a man I had only just met. There were some risks that I took but they were within reason. As an Asian man, he was also taking a risk since he didn’t have a face mask on at any point during our time together. Covid-19 was just beginning its travels in Southeast Asia.

I got into the passenger side and buckled my belt. Chen spoke very good English but had a bit of a speech impediment which was apparent even in his “Good morning.” He pulled into the morning traffic and I thanked him again for providing this early morning adventure. I had asked during our writing which spa we were going to and he had readily informed me that it was the Emperor spa. I looked it up on the Internet and noted that it was up in the nearby hills and was a locals only place unless you were accompanied. I was most fortunate to be with Chen. He had also informed me that the spa was just for men and all would be naked. That was my good fortune.

I asked how often he went to the spa and he asked me to repeat the question, explaining that he was hard of hearing and hadn’t put in his hearing aid which he never used at the spa. I elevated my volume and enunciated clearly to adjust for this new situation. He declared that he often went once a week. He asked me to hold questions for a bit while he navigated us through a part of town that was not his usual path. We crossed the bridge into New Taipei City and started our ascent up the hill before he declared that he was now on his regular path and we could talk again. He informed me that the trip from where he lives took less than two hours yesterday and he had gotten a good rate at the hotel.

He had a delightful smile and a pleasant energy which informed me that it would be a good day. I asked about work and he declared that he didn’t work much anymore since his partner had had a stroke. This was my first news that there was a partner who was in fact back at the hotel in Taipei where he would not rise until noon, so we had some time. The partner had been a professor of medicine at a prestigious US University and was now 80 years old. The stroke had debilitated his left side and vision so that he needed a fulltime caretaker. Chen had chosen to leave his engineering work to become the caretaker. I didn’t ask about money for support but I did note that we were in a fairly new BMW.

This morning was therefore a personal getaway for Chen and he must have been looking forward to having some new company to provide some stimulation. Soon we were into the forested section of the hills and the morning mist was still caressing the land. At times, the sky seemed to disappear. I commented on it and he declared that it was very common. We pulled onto a narrow winding road with a more severe incline and Chen pointed out the building where we were going. It was stone and dark wood with a Japanese design. He informed me that it had been built during the Japanese occupation which some locals still lamented was no longer in place. Life was so organized then. It also had a completely full parking lot. Chen was surprised but knew of a lot just below where we were able to park. He had brought towels and waters from the hotel for us which was good because I came unprepared. The spa didn’t provide any type of towel but did have small lockers for storing clothing.

I commented on his BMW saying, “It’s not surprising that an engineer would drive a Beemer.” He laughed at the truth and responded, “I have another one that’s a convertible but it wasn’t going to be good for this trip so I used this one.” I stopped wondering about his financial situation.

We approached the main desk where an Asian woman in her mid thirties was collecting our admission. Chen explained the price and we each paid the money which amounted to four dollars US. Chen declared that part of the reason for coming early was that the price doubled later in the morning, like he couldn’t afford another four dollars. He comfortably guided us to the locker area and we each chose one. There was a key for locking the door, but he declared that it wasn’t necessary so I did just as he did, wrapping the stretch cord of the elastic key chain over the opening to alert others that it was occupied. I appreciated a trust system among naked men.

There were about forty of those naked men who were using the six different water areas. Each had a different temperature and one had high pressure water pipes for back massage which felt great when I used it. First, we took showers and I was happy to see that it was not the low to the ground Japanese style but more like a Western gang shower with no enclosures. We cleaned ourselves well and didn’t bother drying. Chen led the way and explained the three main pools before getting into the hottest one in the middle.

I had been to onsen in Japan which were mixed gender as well as separate and learned how to be in the very hot mineral water. It took some tolerance because these waters could be above 110 degrees Fahrenheit with some as high as 116. Generally hot tub water in the US was at 104 degrees. Wimps. I recognized that this would have a painful start as my body got used to the heat. I had learned that if I remained completely still a micro film developed between the 98.6 of my body and the much higher temperature of the spa water. The trick was not to move or it broke that barrier and I would have to start again.

I stayed in the water as long as Chen and I saw that he was impressed with my ability to just get into the hottest one. The heat did make me lightheaded and I went to sit on a bench where he soon joined me. He was surprised at the number of men, but it explained the full parking area. He pointed out the steam room and the sauna and I declared that I couldn’t use those due to my asthmatic condition. I think he might have been a bit disappointed in that because he also pointed out the sign in Chinese which stated that no touching was to take place in those rooms. It must have been that some touching did happen or they wouldn’t have a sign. In typical gay bathhouses, those were often the areas with the most action. As the only Caucasian, I received looks from the other men but none approached me or Chen that I could see. It was remarkable to see so many Asian men without any face masks. Only the woman at the counter had on a mask.

Eventually, I tested each of the pools and determined in Goldilocks fashion that the medium temperature was the best for me. We didn’t stay connected cheek by jowl in the area but touched base with each other periodically. He asked me if there were any men of interest and I pointed out two that were about his age of mid 50’s and in good shape. I said, “I think that you are the youngest one here!” which broadened his smile and drew some laughter. Indeed, the average age was probably 75. Most of the men were slender and looked as though they had good muscle tone when they were younger. Only a couple of the men had extra weight. All were very smooth Asian men who had a good energy with laughter bursting out of a group periodically.

Chen invited me to a free breakfast at his hotel, but we needed to leave the spa before 9 AM. I readily accepted his invitation and it was not long after he spoke that we were back taking showers and getting dressed to leave. As we were walking to the car, I asked if he could put in his hearing aid now so that we could have an easier conversation. He informed me that it was at the hotel. He apologized and I declared that it wasn’t important.

It seemed that the return was faster than our departure and in about half an hour we were pulling into the curved driveway of his hotel which was quite elegant. I was not surprised since it matched his BMW. The valet recognized him and directed him to a special parking spot. The doorman also recognized him and provided what was likely a named welcome. We hurried to the breakfast area and Chen encouraged me to get food on my plate before it closed at 10 AM.

I had been in fancy hotels and luxury breakfast buffets in my corporate life, but this was likely the largest and most varied spread that I had ever encountered. There were six stations and each station occupied at least five meters of food options. There were also stations for having omelets made and some Asian dishes freshly prepared. Three kinds of smoked salmon were available as well as three types of cooked salmon. Chen was already back at our table with three small plates of food when I returned with my two small plates. He wanted to take the towels back up to the room and get his hearing aid. We both would have been uncomfortable in the public eating space to talk at the volume I had used in the car.

He returned in just a few moments and we ate with pleasure. In many cases, we had made the same or similar selections as he declared that he loved Western breakfast. He had done some schooling in the US where he had met his partner and he discovered that there were better things than rice for breakfast, like the bacon that we both were enjoying. As soon as the breakfast was done, he took out the hearing aid declaring that it picked up a lot of high frequency noise and was an irritation.

Chen decided that it would be easier to use a Grab taxi to go to my place so that he wouldn’t have to worry about parking his car. The taxi pulled up just a few minutes after we exited the hotel and we were quickly at my place which was only a few kilometers away. Chen confirmed with the driver that a lot of Chinese tourists were not in the city due to the virus travel bans so we didn’t have any traffic along the route.

I was slightly embarrassed bringing Chen to my very humble Airbnb after having such an elegant breakfast at the hotel. He didn’t seem to mind and so I let the embarrassment go. The bed took up most of the space in my room which was where we were planning to be anyway so we didn’t waste time with pleasantries. Both of us got quickly undressed with each of us taking care about where we put things for later retrieval.

I pulled my new naked friend close to me and we rubbed bodies while standing with hands caressing smooth backs and shoulders. He kept his head away from me and I sensed that he reserved kissing for his partner. I could have a good time without kissing but I knew that for some it was the best way to arousal. I felt his small cock become larger. I had noted that it was a typical Asian cock when we were at the spa so I knew what to expect. The good thing about smaller Asian cocks was that they often got really hard but he was still in a semi soft stage. I reached down and pulled back the foreskin which released a bit of precum. I used my thumb and middle finger to rub the tip of his shaft which led to more firmness and an arched back.

I pressed his head down to my left nipple and enjoyed the bristling from his soft facial hair. His mouth was warm which provided a pleasant stimulation. It seemed that he was enjoying my nipple as much as I was enjoying having him there.

I dropped down to sit on the edge of the bed where his dick would present itself to my face. It was easy to take his whole cock into my mouth with one gulp, but I chose to be slower and to use my tongue to taste the precum on the tip of his cock. I slid back more of this foreskin and slowly moved it back and forth while lightly tickling his balls. He tensed with pleasure and moaned in satisfaction. I ran my tongue along the bottom of his dick all the way to the base of his balls where I gently licked those as well. He pressed my head hard into his balls and so I opened my mouth and gave both of them my oral warmth. I felt him shoot a small amount of precum on my cheek as I did that.

He pushed me back onto the bed so that I was face up and he leapt on top of me pressing his cock between my thighs. I squeezed tightly against his fully erect penis and he pumped away with gusto while keeping his body lifted above mine. His breathing began to coordinate with the thrusts and I teased his nipples which were covered in dark soft hair. I tugged on them to see if he would respond and he gave an animal like growl that provided my answer.

Chen rolled over onto his back and I moved down to be in a 69 position straddling his body while my mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. He put my hard dick into his mouth but played mostly with the tip. He gave both of my smooth ass cheeks a smack that provided a stimulating tingle. I provided a pleasant humming sound in response so he smacked them again, a little bit harder this time. I could tell that he was approaching orgasm.

He pushed me off and onto my back again and straddled my body so that our dicks matched up. He rubbed some saliva onto his hand and began to rapidly pump our cocks together in unison. I loved felling his hard shaft press against my balls and I became very stimulated. He shot his load first and most of the hot cum landed on my chest. He only let his breathing change for a few seconds before he scooped up his cum and used it as a lubricant to pump my dick harder. He leaned over and bit my right nipple which made me shoot my big load bursting against his chest. We both said, “Whoa” at the same time and our tensed bodies began to relax. He rolled over so that we were both face up with sperm dripping from our chests.

My own breathing took longer than his to recover from my explosion, but I saw him look at the clock on the wall. I have had this experience before when a married man checks to see if he had stayed inside his budgeted time. The time hole on this experience was closing and he needed to exit before it became a problem. He asked if he could take a quick shower and I assured him that it was fine.

I didn’t follow him into the shower where I knew he needed to be efficient. Instead, I stared at the ceiling enjoying the last part of our time by listening to the water cascade against his naked body, just as I had seen happen at the spa. The memory of him in my shower would not be better than the one I already had from the spa. I heard myself utter another pleasant humming sound which was an involuntary response.

When I heard the water stop, I grabbed a towel and wiped myself so that I could put on clothes to accompany him to the street where I knew he would have a Grab taxi arrive soon. Neither of us talked, not wanting to break the moment that we had had together. After we were both dressed, we hugged and I thanked him for providing an experience that I could not have had without him. He declared that he was happy for the day, but I felt his spirit pulling him away at the same time.

As I had predicted, there was a Grab taxi that arrived in less than a minute after we exited my building. He must have made the arrangement while he was in my bathroom. He entered the dark car and we both provided a wave goodbye like friends, but neither believing that another experience would come for us.

Bao in Taipei

Perhaps it was the multiple days of gray weather. Perhaps my own radar was reacting improperly and needed a reset. Perhaps some messenger was letting me know that this meeting would be unlike others. Regardless, I sensed that my adventure with Bao was going to be abnormal.

My location in Taipei was in an out of the way area and my Airbnb host had sent multiple videos of the path that I would need to follow to arrive at the correct destination. Perhaps that in and of itself alerted me that I would have a challenge in getting to my space. I decided to reconnect my phone service which would allow me additional information about my whereabouts in relation to the space I needed to find. At this point, I had lived without a cell phone for five months. I navigated the streets of my cities the old fashioned way and did sometimes end up in the wrong place, but that was the nature of real adventure and letting myself be tested.

I was able to navigate Taipei’s metro and arrive at the proper station. I had memorized from the video the initial buildings and landmarks for me to find to keep me on my path. I regularly checked the host’s pictures on my phone to make sure that I wouldn’t be lost in this Asian city of indecipherable kanji. Ultimately, I was able with diligence to find my new space which was not my best Airbnb choice but would be acceptable for the ten days in Taipei.

Bao reached out to me after he saw my profile on a website for men to connect sexually. He was a fortyish Asian man with average build. I sensed that he was a very conservative person since he was not very forthcoming with information about himself. He had lots of questions about my journey and the places I had been and I was happy to tell someone my story. Since I had had my own difficulty in finding my space, I chose to meet him at a nearby hotel lobby which I knew was on the Internet and he would be able to locate it. He verified the hotel listing and our meeting was set.

We agreed on a time and I arrived early so that he would not be uncomfortable waiting for me. The lobby was large with multiple sofas and arm chairs. I chose a seat where I could observe the entrance to the hotel through the large windows. I had a face picture of Bao and a body description, but all of us Caucasians have some hesitancy with identifying Asian people and my task was newly complicated with the large percentage of people wearing face masks for health reasons. A lovely, nicely dressed lovely short haired woman came and took a seat in my area. She seemed to be preparing for a business meeting. A man in a suit who was talking on the phone and who met the body and facial identity of Bao came into the lobby and gave me a smile and nice eye contact, but he turned out not to be the one.

Bao was only a few minutes late and fortunately for him a bus full of new hotel guests had arrived just before him, so that he could easily blend in as he entered the lobby. He was dressed in multiple layers which included a cap and black leather gloves. He had a bright yellow jacket which was unusual for this area where people mostly wore the same drab colors of the buildings. Only women with their red lipstick provided some relief from the tedious spectrum of neutral colors. He wore the typical face mask of Asians who protect themselves from invasion.

He lowered his mask when he identified me to provide additional recognition information for me. I had intended that we stay in the comfortable lobby to begin our conversation, but he directed me with eye contact to exit the hotel. I’m not sure what it was, but I chose not to invite him directly to my space which would have been my usual plan of action. Part of that choice was that my space didn’t’ really have good comfortable seating for a meet and greet conversation. It was a cool day and I only had on jeans and a light sweater, but I chose to take him two short blocks away to a square that had some benches for sitting. I didn’t worry about his comfort since only a very small portion of his skin was exposed to the elements and this was his town.

I directed us to a stainless steel modern style bench with a back. It was not a quiet area, due to cars and motor bikes zooming by us as we began our conversation. He didn’t at any additional point lower his mask and in sitting with him I noted that his heavy black leather gloves had multiple small holes from wear. I asked him if the gloves were because he was cold or another protection from the virus. He laughed through the mask and declared that both reasons were correct.

We talked for about half an hour before I felt comfortable enough with him to suggest coming to my space. He opened to me about an earlier relationship where he had been injured emotionally. That information came about when I asked him if he had been married which he had not. I also asked him about his employment since he was only in his 40’s and not ready for retirement like myself. He had a successful position in the medical supply field and I joked with him about his easy access to surgical masks like the one that he was wearing. We also discussed their efficacy and he lobbied strongly for the surgical mask protectiveness, like a good salesman.

I had already determined for myself that this was unlikely to be a sexual encounter since I was not attracted to his energy and he was so reserved that it would take a large amount of my energy to seduce him. Not a good return on investment was my thinking. Nonetheless, I always enjoyed learning about people and their stories and I knew that he was likely to open up more in the confines of my small space.

The stainless steel mirrored elevator in my building was small but had plenty of room for two people to stand without touching. He seemed eager to be inside although the entrance to my space was not attractive but more utilitarian. I used the keypad code to open my steel door and grant us entry to my small twelve by twelve enclave which had an attached bathroom that was frankly the better of the two rooms.

I learned from him that he was an Airbnb host and so had great interest in my space and what I had paid. Perhaps that was his true interest in connecting with me and not any in myself. The only sitting spaces were the bed and a small loveseat which was not very comfortable. I chose to sit on the bed so that he could sit on the loveseat or occupy a seat on the bed next to me. He made an unanticipated third choice.

During the hour that he stayed in my space, he stood the whole time. He lowered his face mask and eventually took off his black leather gloves, but he was careful not to touch anything in the room even though everything was tidy and clean. He asked about seeing the balcony which only had a view of other balconies with people’s possessions and washing machines. It wasn’t very attractive but consistent with the drab and unappealing look of the area. This may have been one of the clues that he was more interested in the space than in me. I opened the sliding door for him, but he didn’t touch any surface there either.

As was my usual, I continued to ask him questions about himself, and he ultimately told me about a very negative experience that he had had with a previous male lover. He didn’t actually provide details about what the experience was. He did talk about having nightmares and asked how to find relief. I probed further, but he was not so forthcoming about the actual dreams that plagued his sleep.

I provided him with some practical solutions such as turning the channel in his TV brain and thinking about something with a more positive energy. I saw that he was struggling with the concept just as a newborn or a two year old figuring out a puzzle. Clearly, he had not thought about his brain and his imagery in this fashion before. I explained that we were unable to keep dreams and nightmares from happening without using drugs, so the best answer was to reframe the experience, to lessen the impact of the negative by replacing it with a happy or positive image. By shifting the focus. the negative got put into the background and had less impact. He seemed to get that concept and looked at the wall clock. He then looked at his phone to verify that the time was correct. “I have to go at six o’clock,” he declared. That meant that he would leave in less than ten minutes.

He mentioned that he was able to come today because his boyfriend needed some time for a task. I sensed that there was tension about this between them and he affirmed that he didn’t understand why the boyfriend needed to be alone. I asked if the friend were Caucasian and he affirmed adding that the man was married and smoked and drank. All three of which were problems in their relationship. I declared that it seemed like Bao should be looking for a new boyfriend who better matched his needs.

With that stated, Bao offered thanks for my time while putting his face mask and gloves back in place. He did not touch my door, even with his gloves on. I used the electronics to open it and stood in the hallway for him to exit. He faced me and put both hands together on his chest. “People aren’t shaking hands now,” he declared as he held his own close to his body. I wished him well and watched him head to the elevator. He didn’t look back and I didn’t offer to escort him to the front of the building which would have been my normal practice.

This was a visit from a strange man caged within himself, full of fears and anxieties that were amplified by the current virus issue. Perhaps his nature was to live with anxiety like an old comfortable blanket. I didn’t know if I was able to help him, but at least he had a good look at another Airbnb to better evaluate the market price of his own space. I didn’t hear from him since our parting.

Tsai in Taipei

Tsai began writing to me months before I was scheduled to be in Taipei. Once I learned his story, I understood his significant need for some social and perhaps sexual contact. After I got settled in my small place near Ximending, I let Tsai know that I was available when he had some time. He quickly wrote back and suggested meeting for a lunch in my area on Saturday. He wanted to meet by the metro nearest to me which told me that he would be coming by train. I didn’t know anything about where he lived at that point but his profile listed Taipei. I agreed with his suggestion and provided a meeting place at a famous corner. I was pleased that we were going for a lunch because it would give me the opportunity to be in a restaurant where there might not be any English spoken and he could handle the ordering.

I arrived early at the busy location and liked my waiting spot because I was at the gay corner where tourists took pictures standing on the rainbow pavement with the word TAIPEI clearly showing. I was able to observe many entertaining photo events. Tsai was only slightly late but apologized immediately. I declared that he was not late but simply within the normal bounds of train travel. He smiled openly at my easy way and I felt his good energy come to life through his open smile. He was average height and body build for an Asian male in his mid forties. He explained that he had come from Taoyuan which was near the Taipei airport. I knew that meant taking two trains to get to me since I had landed at Taoyuan airport only days earlier.

We walked the area looking for a place to eat and then Tsai remembered a place he had been which would be easy for lunch as long as there wasn’t a line. It turned out to be a place that I would never have found on my own because it was on a second floor and only a small sign at the first floor alerted us to its presence. We were fortunate that there wasn’t a line but it was quite full nonetheless. We took a seat at a numbered table and Tsai explained that we wouldn’t be greeted until we pressed the buzzer on our table indicating that we were ready to order. It was an extensive menu including Western items, and for some reason the pizza was appealing to me. Perhaps it was because it came with chorizo and I hadn’t had any Mexican food since I left the US months ago. I was, of course, the only Caucasian in the room.

When we were ready Tsai pressed the button and a lovely young Asian woman arrived right away to take our order. He did all of the ordering and then he explained to me that there was a drink station nearby where I could get coffee or other drinks and I chose to add that to my pizza order. After the server left, I went to the fountain area where again I was drawn to something I hadn’t had in years, Coke. Tsai was surprised to see me return with my plastic glass of soda and said, “I thought that you would get a coffee.” I told him that it just spoke to me and so I took it.

I learned from Tsai that he was single and a dutiful Chinese son living at home to take care of his elderly mother who was now 94. She was in reasonable health, but the children were concerned that she would overdo and injure herself if she lived alone, so they took turns being there with her. As a single man, he took the lion’s share of the load. His sister had taken his place that day so that he could come visit me.

I knew that the pizza wouldn’t be great but it met my desire for carbs. Tsai had determined that I was his guest and planned to pay but I placed enough cash on the table to cover my food cost and he accepted going Dutch. We spent the afternoon using the metro and he showed me Taipei 101, the Sun Yat Sen memorial and the Chaing Kai Shek memorial. At each location we were tested with temperature guns to make sure that we were not sick with the virus. We were both happy to have our health confirmed. He insisted on taking pictures of me at each of the locations to document my travels. By the eighth picture I became a less willing subject but complied nonetheless.

Three days later I received a text alert from the government. The Diamond Princess cruise ship had docked in Taipei and allowed passengers to disembark before they knew that the ship was infected with Covid-19. The alert described the places and times where the tourists had been and suggested that anyone who had been in that area needed to monitor their health closely for the next week. I was amazed that their technology knew how to communicate with me on this vital issue. Prior to this message, most people in Taipei wore surgical masks when in public, but after this alert everyone was wearing a mask, including me.

I suggested that we go back to my place for some rest and he readily assented. My little place was a room where the bed took up most of the space with a reasonable bathroom included. No sooner than I had closed the door, than Tsai came over and hugged me fully. I think that he had wanted to do that from the start, but even in gay friendly Taipei physical gay display was not seen. I warmly hugged him in return and began to use my Reiki massage hands to sense the issues in his body. He may have been doing some of the same, since he had informed me that he knew Chinese acupressure techniques and could apply them as part of his TLC as he called it.

We were face to face and lips came to meet warm lips. I massaged his short dark hair and he held me by the waist. It was clear that our glasses were going to be in the way so we parted and took off coats, shoes and glasses. He unbuttoned my shirt with slow sensuality and spread it open to reveal my naked smooth chest. He rubbed his face into me to take in my scent and moved his sensual lips to my left nipple. He was pleased to discover that my nipples were sensitive and that there could be an increase in my bulge if they were properly stimulated. He had good skills and was intent on making me feel good. I was happy to be the recipient of his sensual efforts. He got down to his knees and rubbed his face in the crotch of my denim pants to feel my swelling member press toward him for attention. He unzipped my pants slowly and carefully released my erect cock into the open air. His warm mouth felt so good as he slipped the head of my cock inside. I gave a moan of encouragement and he flicked my hard on with his tongue stimulating me from underneath. I held his head and pushed my cock in further searching for the back of his throat. The head of my shaft got very stimulated banging the back of his warm throat.

He gagged a bit but didn’t pull back so I withdrew and let him get used to so much dick in his mouth. He had told me that he was only attracted to Caucasians which I had encountered before in my Asian trips. I maneuvered him so that the back of his head was resting on the edge of the bed while his ass was on the floor. I had to bend my knees to be in the right position, but now I could really fuck his throat with his neck extended back. I began slow rhythmic thrusts in and out of his mouth. His eyes got larger as he felt my hard cock enter him. He had unzipped his pants and was stroking his typical Asian cock. I enjoyed both visuals.

I decided that it was time to be completely naked and told him to get undressed. He promptly followed my direction so that both of us were naked in the small room with hard cocks pointing at each other. Our lips met and our cocks pressed against each other’s smooth body. His bare pale skin was soft and pleasant to touch. We were grinding into each other with passion and sensuality. The room was cool so that the sweat was minimal between us. I sat on the bed and took his cock into my wet mouth and let him fuck my face just as I had done to him. His groans of pleasure were intense and I could tell that he wanted to cum but he pulled back out and pushed me all the way up onto the bed.

He started giving lip service to my sensitive nipples and then slowly worked his way back down to my dick. He used some acupressure points near my balls and above my cock to stimulate the blood flow and further harden my erect shaft. He began pumping his head up and down on my dick and subtly moved a finger down to my anal opening. He began with sensual circular movements that fully aroused those nerve endings. He took some of his saliva and wet the area so that he could gently slip his middle finger inside to press on my prostate. I began writhing on the bed with pleasure which made it difficult for him to keep his mouth on my cock, but the feelings were so intense. He pressed really hard on my prostate with his finger and that bit of pain broke my cock open and I spewed my cum into his waiting mouth. He pressed hard again and another load of cum leapt out for him to swallow. My breaths came in gulps as I struggled to get back to normal.

He took some cum from his mouth and spread it on his hard cock. He stroked himself firmly and shot his load directly onto my chest. That cum must have been backed up because he shot it like a rocket more than two feet. I pulled him onto me and shared that cum between our chests. Now he was also trying to regain his breathing as he placed his wet head on my chest. Slowly we both regained enough to laugh from the joy of our sexual experience. Both of us had released fully and were happily relaxed.

The room had grown dark with the setting of the sun but his eyes still shone brightly and might have been hungry for more, but I sensed that he was due back home. “I need to return home,” he offered without moving. I didn’t want him to move either so we kept our embrace against the needs of the outside world. Ours was the greater need at this point and we lingered in bed until the room was fully dark. “Now I really need to leave,” he said, while lifting himself from me and heading to the bathroom for some cleaning. I didn’t join him in the shower because it would only cause him more delay for which I was already responsible.

When he came from the bathroom still naked with the light shining behind him, he had a delightful silhouette. “If you can come to Taoyuan tomorrow, I can use my car and take you to some great places in the mountains,” he offered. I was delighted at his suggestion and asked about his mother. He informed me that tomorrow was the brother’s day during the daytime, but we would have to be back before dark. I readily agreed and told him that I would figure out how to get there by train and would let him know in the morning when to expect me. We were both looking forward to the prospect of additional time together.

I quickly wiped myself clean so that I could walk him back to the metro station. He was glad to learn that I was going to escort him and he slowed his pace to give me time to be ready to go as well. The walk to the metro was through the crowded brightly lit streets that still had the special lights from Chinese New Year. Our faces glowed from the multiple colors but both of us had unmistakable smiles of sexual release.

“See you tomorrow,” Tsai declared as he arrived at the metro entrance and I waved him a good journey home. Tomorrow would come, but I suspected some good dreams would come for both of us first.

Tsai in Taoyuan

Tsai had suggested that I get to his town late morning between 11 and 11:30 AM. That would give his brother time to be at the house and Tsai could meet me at the train station in Taoyuan. I had looked at how to get there as well as the timing and decided that it would be just as easy to take one train from the main station in Taipei which was only a twenty minute walk away. I had been in that station on another day to check out the food options so I was already familiar with the layout.

I readily found the correct ticket counter and was assisted by a pleasant young female who was wearing a face mask. I provided my destination and she gave me a list of options on an electronic touch screen. There was a train leaving in five minutes but I chose a later train to make sure I had time to get to the correct platform. The transaction was easily done in cash and I had a ticket. She kindly provided directions to the platform area that I needed. Like other countries entry to the platforms was all automated electronically. I didn’t notice the numbers for the gates correctly and attempted to enter the wrong platform but my ticket wouldn’t work there and a kind gate attendant directed me further down the line.

I arrived at the platform with ten minutes to spare and took a seat to wait for the train. About eight minutes later I noted that the red lights in the floor began to pulse which usually indicated a train arrival, so I got up and approached the track to get a better look. Much to my surprise the train was already in the station further down the track and the lights were indicating that it was about to leave. I hurried to catch the train and got inside the first car only seconds before the door closed.

There I was on my way to another adventure in a town that was not on my agenda. It was exciting taking an unplanned trip. I was pleased with myself until the train stopped about half way to my destination and all passengers were required to depart. I was fortunate that a young train attendant noticed the confused Caucasian on the train platform and she examined my ticket. I needed to be on another platform to catch the train that would continue my journey. Sometimes, looking confused had a benefit.

The rest of the trip was uneventful and Tsai was there inside the station waiting for me with his shining smile and bright eyes. We exited and located his car which was a modest Honda. He had determined that he would show me some of the sights in town and then we would go to a temple up in the nearby hills. The day was clear but there was mist along the hills. We were both happy about this extra day together and we chatted easily about our lives and cultures.

There wasn’t much in the town that was of interest to me so I just enjoyed my time being with Tsai. The trip up the hill was not long but the first temple that he wanted to show me was closed for some renovation. He was annoyed, but it didn’t bother me at all. We continued to another temple that was quite sizeable and still had the lanterns from the recent Chinese New Year. I was impressed with the stone carvings of dragons on the columns and Tsai took his time to explain how one asked the deities questions.

We took off our shoes at the entrance and he led me to one of the altars where baskets of red wooden crescents were piled. He explained that one chose two which curved in opposite directions. One asked the question and then tossed the pieces. Depending upon how they landed one got a yes or no or try again. I had observed this practice at other Chinese temples but didn’t understand how it worked. If you received a yes answer, then one chose a numbered stick at random and looked up the answer in the matching numbered drawer. What an elaborate system that must have been in place for centuries.

We went to an area below the temple where there was a fountain with carved dragons made of cement. The dragon bodies were intermingled and the faces of the dragons pointed in the four cardinal directions. It was quite an amazing site. Tsai pointed out the pile of about twenty live turtles at the base of the fountain. They were climbing on top of one another which was also quite amazing!

Tsai decided that it was time for food and we returned to the car. There was still mist in the hills even though it was now after 1 PM. We pulled into a small strip of businesses and entered an open air restaurant that had no English anywhere. I had explained to him that I wanted some noodles with an egg and he wasn’t sure if they had what I was seeking. He spoke to the server and they settled on something for me. I was just a willing participant.

The food arrived and I was presented with a bowl of broth and noodles that had vegetables and some hard boiled egg. The broth was nicely spicy and I was pleased with their choice for me. Over lunch Tsai informed me that there was a nature spot that he wanted to show me and we would go after lunch. At the conclusion of the meal, I insisted on paying the six dollars that the meal cost for the two of us. He relented and all was well.

We returned to the car and headed further uphill on the winding roads with much greenery on both sides. The air got cooler and perhaps cleaner. It was not long before we pulled over into a dirt packed area to park the car. There was only one other car in the lot and I saw a couple not far away. We went to the same area where the man and woman were taking pictures of each other. Below was the reservoir and Tsai explained that one could take a boat ride on the water, but we didn’t have enough time for that. The scene with the mist in the mountains reminded me of the backdrop images of many Chinese paintings and screens. A camera could not capture the mood the way that a painting might. We stayed in this quiet reverie for almost thirty minutes before Tsai decided that it was time to be on our way to our last destination.

The final spot was the Chaing Kai Shek burial location which was in a park like setting. The walkway to the burial site had a metal gate blocking our way and a sign informed us that it was closed on the day we were there. Tsai really wanted me to see this place and was disappointed that I would miss out. I suggested that it was likely I would return to Taoyuan and he was cheered by the news. We walked around the lovely park and I commented that there were so many statues of the former leader clumped together as if they were having a meeting. Tsai explained that during the military time all schools were required to have a statue of the leader in the school. When times changed, the schools chose to remove the statues. A committee of people purchased all of the statues and now they were in public view here in this memorial park. There was even a chart where one could locate the statue that had been in one’s school just as he had experienced as a young boy.

Tsai had not even hinted about another destination but now that we were in the car on the way he informed me that we were going to a motel. I shouldn’t have been surprised since he likely hadn’t had sex in some time. Here was an opportunity but a space was lacking. His solution was obvious.

I had been in a motel by the hour in the US a few times but was not prepared for this Chinese version. We arrived at a two story U shaped building with a drive up registration window. Tsai paid in cash in advance for the room based upon the time planned. He had a coupon that got him a discount. I now understood that this was one of his places for release from the grind of his life. He drove the car to our numbered spot and pulled the car into a one car garage where the metal door closed behind us. No one could see that his car was in the parking lot.

We climbed a flight of stairs to the room and the pass card was also used to initiate the electricity to the space. The lights and AC came on and the room was very attractive. Except for the absence of windows, we might have been in a nice Hilton. There was a large screen television which had three porn channels for free. There were also non-alcoholic beverages and snacks that came with the room. The bed was sizeable and quite comfortable with giant pillows.

Beyond the room was the bathroom which was almost as large as the room. There was a jacuzzi for two built into the granite floor and a glass shower that could hold four people. I was impressed and Tsai began to fill the jacuzzi which was clearly on his mind. As always, in Asia, one takes a shower before entering a bath. We both got naked and entered the shower. The warm water cascaded on both of our smooth naked bodies and it was only a minute before erections were pointing at each other. He turned me around and lathered up my back for which I was really grateful. He also lathered up the crack of my ass and his finger stimulated the opening.

I turned around and provided the same backside service for him and I was really turned on seeing his small ass covered in soap. I wanted to fuck him right there in the shower, but he had us both rinse off and head to the jacuzzi.

There were no handrails for the jacuzzi so I was very cautious in entering. I intentionally sat in the wrong direction which made him laugh at my play and he got in sitting in the wrong direction as well. Now we were laughing and playing like boys in the water, except that we were also stroking each other’s hard cocks. Neither of us wanted to orgasm there so we calmed down and just relaxed before exiting the jacuzzi and heading to the large bed, clean and fully aroused.

I lay down face up and Tsai climbed on top of me rubbing his cute smooth ass on my hard dick. Our lips met when he leaned forward and I squeezed his ass as I pushed my tongue inside his waiting mouth. He took my tongue and pumped his mouth up and down as if it were a cock. He slid down my body and pleasured my nipples along the way. He took his time and enjoyed the sexual pleasure that we both were having. When his mouth reached my shaft, he licked the underside and my balls really wetting the area. I longed to feel him engulf my cock in his warm mouth and he knew that he was teasing me this way. When he did pop my hard on into his mouth, I gasped with relief to feel his internal warmth that I desired.

I didn’t know where it came from but I began to hear the buzzing sound that one associates with a vibrator. Before I fully comprehended what Tsai was doing, he was stimulating my anal opening with that battery operated toy. I began to writhe on the bed just as the day before and I could sense that he was happy to be pleasuring me. He swallowed my hard cock while he used the toy on my ass and I was in heaven. He didn’t press inside more than an inch but the stimulation was wonderful.

He lifted my legs over my head to expose my opening all of the way and I readily complied since he was so good at providing pleasure. Then I felt his hard cock on my ass instead of the toy and he didn’t restrict his cock to going inside just an inch. He plunged his very hard shaft fully inside in one quick thrust. My eyes opened with surprise and pleasure. It was not a big cock, but it was pressing in just the right way in that position. He was supporting my body with his legs and thrusting his dick harder and harder each time. He began to stroke my firm erection and his timing was amazing. Each time he hit my prostate he squeezed the head of my cock. He was making me crazy with pleasure and it wasn’t long before he made me shoot my cum onto his smooth chest. Providing my orgasm stimulated him as well and I felt him squirting inside me right after my cum.

I held his small ass firmly keeping his cock inside until I felt him relax and I let him pull back. He headed immediately for the shower to tidy the mess that we had made. I stayed on the bed to regain my energy before moving. When he returned to the bedroom, he was happy and lively again like the boy who had been in the jacuzzi with me. His energy was joyously attractive 

We relaxed and partook of the drinks and snacks. Neither of us would have had the patience to eat or drink before sex. Now they replenished the calories we had spent. The call came from the hotel that we had used our time and I quickly took a shower to be as clean as Tsai. We dressed efficiently and checked the room to make sure that we hadn’t left anything behind.

He drove me to the station and along the way took a call from his brother, who was wondering if he were on the way. Tsai had thought that we could have time for a dinner, but now he would just take me to the station. He wanted to make sure that I got on the right train, so he parked the car and came into the station with me. I bought my ticket and we looked at the message board for the trains and Tsai confirmed the one that would take me back to Taipei. We waved like brothers more than lovers as I used my ticket to gain access to the platform. A man and a woman would have been able to have had a kiss and an embrace before separating but that couldn’t happen for two men. Neither of us knew when or if we would see each other again.

Rob in Kuala Lumpur

I was not at all attracted to any type of group tour, but I often looked at what was available in the city where I was just in case there was something that appealed to me. Such was the case in Kuala Lumpur when I found the posting by Rob which was written in very good English. The tour was to be done in his car which meant that there would be just a small group so my first hurdle was behind me.

The tour itself would include three different local food encounters and a trip to the Batu caves where I definitely had planned on going. The clincher was that the tour would also include a visit to a mosque where we would be able to view a call to prayer. I had never been inside a mosque and had not witnessed any praying other than what I had seen on the television. This would be in person and that signed the deal which was only going to cost fifty US dollars for the eight hour day. We were also going to visit a Chinese temple and be walked through a Chinese ritual of asking the deity.

The day before the trip was to take place Rob informed me that I was the only one who had signed up for the day and so he could also easily pick me up and drop me off at my location. Now it was a totally sweet deal and a bargain. I provided him with my contact information and location whereby he informed me that he would be there at 9 AM sharp!

That meant setting an alarm since my sleep was unpredictable. I was very excited by the idea of the trip and it would be my last full day in Kuala Lumpur, so it was perfect. Rob was a bit early and I was barely on time. My mornings were no longer speedy now that I was retired and typically enjoy a relaxed start to my day. Rob was a handsome late twenties man with a broad and engaging smile. He had an athletic build and an attractive head of dark hair. I read his demeanor as totally straight which was later confirmed during our conversations.

Along the ride, Rob and I began to know each other and it was not long before he declared that I was not a fan of President Trump. He provided my travel as the first clue and the fact that I had an interest in multiple religions. I asked about the moderation of Islam in Malaysia and he declared that there was a Malay influence which resulted in a more tolerant version but that more recently that toleration was decreasing and on the school playgrounds it was not uncommon to now see groups formed by religion and ethnic background. There was even governmental rhetoric which declared that it was OK to spit on Chinese because they were not clean like the Muslims. I declared that similar mindsets were growing in many countries and people were becoming increasingly divided and intolerant of any differences. It was not a good sign for the peace of the future.

Our first stop was breakfast at the best location for the Malaysian dish Nasi Lemak which was essentially a fried whole chicken leg with rice, cucumber slices, peanuts and crispy bits along with a spicy sambal that comes on the side. I had been told that since many Malays have this for breakfast, they carry more weight than the average Asian. For me it was a heavy way to start the day, but it was often available at restaurants throughout the day. This was not my first Nasi Lemak but it was indeed the best of the samples I had had. Rob directed us to eat at a sidewalk table for two. We sat at a small plastic table with plastic stools that were a reasonable size for a Caucasian, not like the impossibly low stools in Cambodia.

We waited a long time for our food to be delivered and Rob and I continued our conversation. I asked one of my usual questions about did his parents pressure him about marriage, because there was no ring on any of his fingers. He felt comfortable enough to inform me that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend of seven years. He had identified that they had very different life goals and hers were not ambitious at all and his certainly were. They broke up amicably and he was doing OK. I asked if he were still in love, because I saw his face light up when he spoke about her. He declared that he was mostly over her, but that coincidentally, she and a young man were sitting at a table not far from us in his full view. They were to my back and I didn’t turn around to look but declared that for the universe there was never too much irony. I told him that it was the first test of many where he would unexpectedly encounter her and she may well be with a new boyfriend. He understood and didn’t seem overly bothered but was remarkably open enough with me to tell me what was taking place.

Rob returned with the query, “So, why did you get divorced after all those years of marriage?” Earlier I had informed him that I was divorced and single which allowed the freedom to travel the way that I was. I replied that it was very common for people to get divorced in their fifties because the common work of raising children was completed. Married people might also at that point discover that they no longer had shared interests and decided to go off on their own. In my case, neither of those elements influenced my decision. I boldly explained to him that I had become bisexual in my forties and my marriage didn’t allow honest exploration. Rob listened and was not shocked but asked, “So, you are with women and men?” “Yes, and sometimes together,” I replied. “I knew about gay people, but I didn’t know that bisexuals existed,” he returned thoughtfully. His new knowledge didn’t seem to affect our interactions which continued to be very open throughout the day.

After multiple reminders to servers that we were still waiting for our orders, the Nasi Lemak arrived and looked exactly like it always did, but the tastes and textures were better. We dove into our food and I was completely impressed when Rob was able to get every bit of chicken off of the bone using only the spoon and fork that Malays use for eating every meal. I didn’t want to use my fingers so my chicken bones could have been a full meal for a cat. Rob paid the bill and we returned to the car for the drive to the Batu caves.

I had read online about the colorful Hindu temple which was at the entrance and inside the large cavern itself. The entrance included an impressive statue of Lord Murugan at 140 feet. Made of reinforced concrete and painted golden it was an astonishing site to behold. The 272 stairs to the entrance of the cave were painted with lively colors and were pretty steep. Luckily, there were very secure handrails which I used.

There were four caves, including one to Hanuman, the monkey god, but we only used the main cave. Prior to climbing the stairs, we took off shoes and visited the temple at the base of the entrance which was also gaily colored. Inside were shrines with statues of various Hindu deities and priests were providing blessings to those who requested one.

We began our assent to the heavens and I alerted Rob that I was asthmatic and would make multiple stops along the way but I had climbed the 302 steps at Doi Suteph temple in Thailand so I was confident that I would be OK. During one of our stops a partially eaten green apple came bouncing down the steps in our direction and Rob demonstrated good hand eye coordination by grasping the apple. A nearby monkey who was clambering on the railing looked longingly at the apple and Rob readily offered it. The small green monkey began chewing away but was easily frightened by another tourist behind him who was looking to get a picture. The monkey dropped the apple and sped up the railing to safety. Once again Rob grabbed the apple handily.

As we climbed higher the monkeys disappeared and Rob held onto that partially consumed fruit until we were on our descent after the visit to the Batu caves. As we neared the top, the size of the cave opening became even more impressive with the rough limestone formations. Multiple stalactites were hanging from the ceilings and hugging some of the cave walls. The cavern rose more than a hundred feet inside and continued for as much as 500 feet.

More colorful temple buildings were inside and more colorful statues. Rob explained that only the Tamil Hindus used such colors and that typically the temples were plain stones. I enjoyed the colors because many of the Hindu stories that he was relating were also colorful with very active deities. There were more steps inside the cavern to get to the back of the cave where the ceiling opened up to the bright sunlight of the day. Perhaps a sixty foot opening let in air, light and birds into the Hindu sanctuary where priests were again offering blessings.

Lichen and moss were growing on the walls that didn’t get a lot of sunlight and dark areas that might have been mold or residue from smoke were noted on the upper reaches of the stone walls. It was a most impressive sight and one could feel the Hindu spirits present. Not all of the visitors were tourists and many Indians were indeed praying and receiving blessings.

We began our descent and when we arrived at the monkey level Rob was able to relieve himself of the apple and another monkey was very happy. Rob pointed out the monkey who was closely holding a small baby and it was another sign of the life cycle before us.

We returned to the car and stopped for cendol at a roadside stand. Cendol was a sweet soup made from coconut milk, brown cane sugar, corn and green noodles. Crushed ice made it all very cold and one had to mix it up to get the dark cane sugar from the bottom. I was, of course, the only Caucasian at this stand where there were ten locals sitting at plastic tables and corresponding chairs in the shade of some trees. Rob did the ordering and showed me how to mix it properly. The green noodles looked like beans but they were a soft noodle that I found unpleasant from texture more than taste. The rest, including the bits of corn, were quite tasty and refreshing. The locals made sure to keep their staring discrete, but the children were openly surprised to see someone not like them. I didn’t finish the green noodles, but Rob declared that I had done better than some of his other clients in consuming the cendol.

Fortified with our food, we headed for the mosque which was large by my standards in that it could hold 17,000 worshipers and did so during Friday evening prayers. Fortunately, we were arriving for the 1:30 PM call to prayer when there would not be very many people attending. Rob, who had been to this mosque many times with clients, led the way to the visitor check in area. There were two young female Japanese tourists who were being outfitted with temporary garments which made me think of Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaids Tale. They did, however, reject the dark blue color and requested the light blue robes as more befitting to them. The style was the same and fully covered the body and head leaving the face exposed. The kind Muslim woman at the counter accommodated their request and assisted them in making sure that they covered all of the necessary parts.

Rob and I had both come in long pants and button down short sleeve shirts so we were properly attired. Our shoes had come off at the initial entry point as one does in Asia at all places of worship. The four of us were led to a waiting area and Rob was welcomed by Lenny who must have known him from many other visits to the mosque with clients. I noted that there was a very warm reception for him. Lenny wore a long white robe and had a close fitting white knitted head covering. He was tall and in his sixties with a significant full white beard that had some streaks of black hairs running vertically. He meticulously trimmed the moustache area but not the beard. He had a warm and open smile with a soft voice that reminded me of Capuchin monks I had encountered as a child in my Catholic parish.

I reached out my hand first and introduced myself. He returned my handshake and made good eye contact. He welcomed all four of us and explained that we could view the main room during prayers or remain where we were until prayer was finished to take the tour. All of us chose to observe the prayer session and we headed to the main area after Lenny proudly showed us the wall size photos of the mosque and how it was constructed some 25 years ago. I was impressed in that the architect had chosen design elements from buildings all over the world and yet seemed to make a cohesive whole.

The white marble and other building materials for the Federal Territory Mosque had come from the Middle East as well as Malaysia. The blue dome was fashioned after Hagia Sophia in Istanbul and showed it, while the main entry way harkened to the Taj Mahal.

We were escorted to a small row of folding chairs in a corner of the large prayer room where we were behind the area used by the women for worship. We had a good view to the front where perhaps a hundred men were getting ready for prayer. No sooner than we sat, the first call to prayer came and the beautiful male voice was sonorous in the cavernous mosque. I noted that the men did not all pray using the same method and were spaced out around the huge prayer room. I also noted Arabic writings on the wall and later asked Lenny about them. They represented the ninety nine ways in which one could name the creator.

The second call to prayer came five minutes later and all of the men hurried to be in a very structured straight line at the front of the room facing the leader of the prayer. I observed that when all were in place, very close together with shoulders almost touching, there was a worshiper who roughly adjusted two of the men into more proper stances. This was not a gentle adjustment but a shove with a firm hand. Lenny later told me that anyone was empowered to correct another who was not following the correct procedure.

I also noted a group of about ten women who occupied the last five feet of the prayer room and were informed where their area began with a red roped barricade. All of them were fully covered but none had their faces shielded.

Lenny returned to us following the prayer and informed us that we could enter the praying area once everyone else was completed. That allowed plenty of time for questions and I didn’t hesitate. I asked about my observation that only some men had head coverings and was that significant. Lenny explained that it was a choice and for him it was an important part of identifying himself as Muslim. I asked if the men could choose, why couldn’t the women also choose? He informed me that the women had the ability to choose but that they always chose to have their heads covered. I then boldly asked if there had ever been a woman who led the call to prayer. He explained that men were weak and women were a distraction. “How would you feel if J Lo were standing in front of you while you are praying?” he asked. I suggested that it was a weak mind that could so easily be distracted from God. I pressed and asked if any woman had ever been invited to lead the prayer and he answered for the women, declaring, “No woman would want to do the work that a man is already doing.” My guess was that no one had ever been asked.

Lenny continued the tour of the mosque which was a truly impressive building. He also pointed out the room where a marriage ceremony was being completed. “They are tying the knot,” he declared more than once with some delight. I did not comment that I thought it was an offensive term to women, like being sold as property.

At the conclusion of the tour, we were ushered into the room where we had begun and Lenny offered us bottled spring water which he declared was the second best water on the planet with the first place going to the well in Mecca. I asked why Mecca was chosen as the center when Islam didn’t originate there and he explained that originally people revered Jerusalem in honor of the Old Testament which Muslims do honor. Mecca became important later and was now the most holy place. All mosque prayer rooms faced Mecca.

Lenny then asked if we wanted to partake of some food since it was lunch time and we all demurred but he pressed us declaring that it would be proper to take at least a little something. What I didn’t realize until we were there was that we had been invited to the wedding luncheon which was set up as a buffet. My guide and I had planned a different lunch but this was here and it was time to eat. Rob explained the items, some of which I knew and we both took little bits as samples on our plates. We were then shown into the dining room where the rest of the wedding  guests had already been eating. There were enough other visitors that we filled a table set for ten people. Lenny did not join us.

The food was quite delicious and there were a few appetizer type items on the table which we were encouraged to try. One was a fermented rice product wrapped in a banana leaf. The young Japanese girls who tried it first identified the small alcohol component and gave it a thumbs up!  Apparently, the small amount of fermentation was within Muslim proscription about alcohol. I was most surprised when the groom and bride came by to welcome us and the groom shook the hands of the men at the table receiving congratulations in return. One of the young male visitors from Denmark perhaps, tried to also shake the hand of the bride but was gently corrected by the new owner of the bride.

We were even presented with the small gift items one received when attending a wedding. It was a most gracious experience and Rob informed me that in all of the times he had been bringing people on tours of the mosque this was a first time experience for him as well.

We returned to the room where Lenny was waiting for the four of us and we all thanked him for his time and his encouragement of questions. He thanked us for coming with his broad smile and open hands. Rob and I returned to get our shoes and headed back to the now very warm car.

Since we had had our lunch, there was just the Chinese temple left on our agenda. I was most surprised when we arrived at the very ornate temple because it was the largest one I had seen in all of Southeast Asia. Rob explained that he would walk me through a wish asking ceremony after we had toured the temple. There were still hundreds of red lanterns in place from the Chinese New Year festival and they made the colorful temple even more so.

This temple was in honor of three female deities including Guan Yin. Rob explained the meanings and the types of questions that one might ask of each deity. There were many visitors who were praying and going through the steps for asking a question of one of the deities. I had had a similar experience at a Chinese temple in Taipei.

First, we needed to get incense sticks and light them from the nearby fire so that we could show our offering and respect to the deity. We did this and knelt for prayer on red cushions for which I was grateful.  At the conclusion, we placed the incense sticks into a large ash pit where they would burn down into the ashes. At Thean Hou temple in Kuala Lumpur, we used the numbered joss sticks which were in a tall metal cylinder. By bouncing them until one was sticking up, we would get the answer to our questions. The number then related to a piece of paper with complex Chinese characters. In some cases, even Chinese people needed to ask for assistance because some of the characters were ancient and unknown to them.

Along the way to the exit, I noted a small registry room with glass windows and women at computers who seemed to be taking information from visitors. Rob explained that this was where people registered their marriages and made arrangements with the temple. All of the working women were wearing black skirts and crisp white blouses suggesting a governmental functionary.

Our tour was now concluded and Rob informed me that he would return me to my location from where we had begun. We both declared that the day was a delight and that we each gained much from the other. This was a most successful meeting of two people of very different ages and cultures who were willing to be open to each other about personal life. I cherished my time with Rob which encouraged me to seek more.

Ahmed in Kuala Lumpur

“Can I make an appointment for a Swedish massage in Kuala Lumpur?” This was the extent of Ahmed’s request. On the website where he located me, his profile declared financial independence and an interest in finding another man for shared activities. I read between the lines and determined that here was a corporate professional with interests in the arts and music. He didn’t post a picture of himself, but one of ancient male busts in a museum somewhere. The profile declared he was a small frame man in his mid forties.

I was staying in a luxury high rise in Kuala Lumpur and knew that I could host in my nice space. The biggest issue was that the security in this location was extreme and the host of my Airbnb was paranoid that the guards would take my security access card away from me. The card had her picture and name and not mine and apparently, they were getting stricter. Normally, I didn’t take on other’s fears but this time was different and part of her anxiety landed inside me. I decided that it would be best to meet him at the entrance outside of security and I could just use my card on the electronic entry for pedestrians.

I wrote back to Ahmed and accepted his request. I provided him with the usual information that I gave to prospective clients including my request that they be naked for the massage while I would wear light shorts. We arranged a time and he informed me that he would use a train to get nearby and then a Grab cab to get to me. That worked well for my pedestrian entry plan. He had requested a late afternoon time which I expected meant he would leave work early to have his massage before heading home at the usual time.

I arrived at the gate early and he was punctual which did not surprise me in the least. He was indeed a small framed dark skinned man wearing an expensive suit. It was a good thing that he had come in a cab considering the heat of Malaysia. He had a ready smile and he willingly followed me through the security gate to the apartment where I was staying on the 31st floor. The condo had a balcony and wonderful views of the iconic Petronas towers. He was impressed with my lodging and he became more comfortable seeing that he was in a place where he might have also stayed.

Ahmed started to remove his clothing saying that he understood the request to be naked and he would comply. I offered the use of my shower, but he declined which was fine with me. I had arranged a large towel on the end of the bed where we would do the massage. I removed all of my clothes with the exception of some small black underwear. I guided him to position himself face down on the end of the bed. I had placed a chair nearby so that I wouldn’t be bent over the whole time and could still reach sixty percent of him without moving.

I had brought some of my unscented professional massage oil along with me on my trip and it came in handy. I didn’t use much but just enough to reduce friction. Once he was settled, I took a seated position on the chair and placed both of my hands together on the small of his naked back to connect with his chi. My Reiki skills kicked in unbidden and my hands got warm with healing energy. He made the typical response from a new client, which was an involuntary “mmm” sound, a form of compliment and connection.

I followed my normal procedures and he asked if it were Swedish when I discovered a blocked energy point in his left shoulder which caused a mild electrical response between us. I declared that not all of the experience would be strictly Swedish if I located a problem as I just had. He accepted the answer and returned to his smiling horizonal position. We did not talk much during the session since I closed down his verbal response center early on. His dark skin was smooth and toned. I could tell that he exercised and took good care of his middle aged body. He had short dark hair that was neatly trimmed and he presented a very handsome and attractive appearance, both clothed and naked.

After forty minutes of massage, I asked that he turn face up and he readily complied. He was not aroused, but commented on how relaxing the process was. He provided a couple of good exhales as he settled in to his new position. I began with both hands pressed into his stomach to connect with his chi. There was an attract tuft of dark hair on his chest but the rest of his body was smooth on this side as well. I used long Swedish strokes that went from his shoulders to his knees and he began to exhibit sexual energy that was more than just sensual. I couldn’t read his mind, but I could read his body and he had shifted to a new energy that he had kept under control.

I concentrated more on his legs and less on his chest which caused more blood to enter his penis. He had an average Asian cock which responded as my own hands came in contact with the growing member while still focusing on the legs. His breathing deepened and lengthened in parallel with his shaft, a sign of good connection and openness to being touched sexually. I knew that he was ready when his cock was fully erect and pointing toward the ceiling. I let a few drops of massage oil drip onto the tip of his penis and slowly follow the rules of gravity. I used the tips of my fingers to massage the head of his dick while my other hand connected on his chest to his heart. The energy and blood would naturally flow between those two locations and the excitement got more intense for him.

He moved his hands to his chest to manipulate his nipples which had also hardened. The tips of my fingers on his cock began to gently slide up and down a couple of inches to suggest receiving oral from a warm mouth. He made some groans and worked his nipples harder. I moved my left hand to cup his balls and slowly lowered my warm mouth onto the tip of his dick, just as he was hoping I would. He gently held my head and rubbed my full head of hair in a caring and gentle way. I increased the pressure on his balls and pressed on his frenulum which pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I increased the pressure of my lips on his cock as I took him completely inside. His groans became deeper and his hands held my head more firmly. I continued pumping my head up and down on his cock until I tasted his precum which was warm and sweet. Perhaps he was a vegetarian.

He pulled my head up off of his cock and began to play with my nipples which were very sensitive. My own dick began to take an interest and he noted that there was now a bulge in my black underwear. He reached down and released my half erect shaft from my pants and began to stroke it gently with his hands that had been massaged with oil. It was not long before my cock was totally engaged with the manipulations of his hands and came to its full length.

He asked me to lay back on the bed while he nestled himself between my legs with my cock directly in his face. He licked the underside of my stick from the base of my balls to the tip which was pointing skyward. He took his time and was very sensual as he orally pleased my cock. He was not able to take all of me into his mouth but the warm intensity of his manner was very stimulating. He slowed down when he sensed that I might orgasm. He wanted to make this experience last longer.

After only a moment of rest, he began in earnest pumping his head up and down using lots of saliva to make my dick and balls completely wet. The sensation was very intense and this time he didn’t slow down but came full bore for the sperm that he had been thinking about. My breathing quickened and my body began to writhe on the bed back and forth. This encouraged him to take more of me in his mouth and I felt the tip of my cock bouncing against the back of his throat. This was too much and I shot a hot load of cum into his eager mouth. He was happy to receive the warm delivery and kept on sucking me more gently to take from me as much cum as I had to give. I became too sensitive and had to make him stop.

Ahmed moved to a kneeling position beneath my cock and took some of my cum as a lube for his own cock. I reached out and played with his nipples while he intensely stroked his shaft. He came quickly and with a loud burst of sound. His cum shot all over my chest and I could feel the heat from the liquid as it hit my smooth body. I smiled and laughed which caused him to laugh openly and show his beautiful white teeth which glowed in the dark of the evening.

I pulled him onto me and pressed him to me so that we could share his cum between our bodies. He felt light and warm pressed against me as his breathing relaxed along with his smooth body. “Thank you,” he expressed along with a long exhale releasing cum and energy that had been pent up for some time.

Soon he rolled over onto his back and we were both looking up at the ceiling with neither cock pointing upward anymore. I asked about his work and he informed me that he was in finance. I asked about being gay in a Muslim country and he confirmed that he was very much closeted and no one had any idea. I explained that it was my first time in a Muslim country and commented on the call to prayer five times a day. He declared that he was devout and prayed at each of those five times. Since one of those calls to prayer came during the middle of the work day I asked if there was any pressure about prayer. Did others observe whether you had prayed? He informed me that in the Middle East it was that way for sure and that others noted your religious activity or the absence there of, but in Malaysia it was more laidback and there was a sense that you could complete what you were doing and get in your five minutes of prayer within thirty minutes of the call to prayer; that was OK.

I asked about his family and he explained that they had given up on him being married long ago. He had gone to England for graduate schooling and stayed to work there for a number of years and when he returned to Malaysia they accepted that he was married to his work.

I asked when he had last been naked with a man. He paused for a minute and said, “I don’t remember.” I didn’t press him to remember but declared that that was a bad sign of him not meeting his own needs. I suggested that he put a target date somewhere on the calendar of 2020 that he would once again be naked with a man. I encouraged him to get outside of the confines he had helped to make and be free for a few hours. He replied, “So when are you coming back again?” We both recognized this as a joke and as way in which he might be able to meet a target goal without much effort. I pressed him to be serious about this issue and said, “How does one change?” So, I told him a story about a friend.

My friend and his wife would go to a nude beach and the friend was a very high end corporate financial man. Men in that position were almost always conservative, cautious and without great people skills. My friend decided to change his behavior by requiring himself to introduce himself to someone new on the beach every time that he went. That was how I met this man initially on the nude beach where I was walking with a BBW blond female. All of us were nude but he exuded confidence when he walked right up and introduced himself offering a hand shake. When my friend later told me about making this goal, I was impressed at the very pragmatic approach to making a difficult personal change.

This story impressed Ahmed as well and he seemed to take in the idea. This time he asked in earnest when I was returning and I informed that that it would likely be next Winter before I would return to Malaysia. He rolled over and snuggled into my arms and I held him close to my beating heart. He had a smile of admiration as he looked at me, wondering how I made it seem so easy.

I explained that I was not always this way and had to find my own developmental path, just as we all did. He was at the right age to take on personal change and perhaps find some happiness in his life that he would miss if he didn’t begin to adjust soon.

We stayed in close body contact as the last light faded with the coming of night. I felt his internal struggle with needing to leave and wanting to stay. He wanted to savor the time so that if someone asked him again about being with a naked man, he would have a good story to tell, a story about the Caucasian who seemed to understand what was inside him and could touch with such meaning and feeling.

“I will go get cleaned up a bit,” he declared as he departed from the bed. I stayed in the twilight on the bed and felt the difficulty of his challenge based on faith and country. At least he was in Malaysia where it was more relaxed and he was very intelligent. Perhaps he would take up my challenge and have a story to tell me of how he came to be naked with a man and have intimate times.

I put on some clothes so that I could escort him past security without any problem. He was grateful for that offer and thanked me openly as we both hugged in the apartment fully clothed again. Perhaps I felt some hope within him that he would muster his courage to make a new life. Outside the security gate, we waved as new friends not knowing where our futures would take us but knowing that we were the masters of our own destinies if we chose to be

Matt in Kuala Lumpur

Matt found me on a website for men and wrote to me about a month before I would be in Kuala Lumpur. He was from another part of Malaysia but would be in town for a few days during my stay. He suggested going out for a drink which meant that he wasn’t a devout Muslim. His profile indicated that he was a short man with a bit of a stocky body but was only thirty eight years old. I always enjoyed the sexual energy of a younger man. We sent some pictures back and forth and kept in touch until we were both in Kuala Lumpur.

He was busy during the daytime but his evenings were free so I suggested that we have a dinner. I was hoping that I could get exposed to a local place where there wouldn’t be any English. He agreed and we planned to meet in front of the security for the high rise building where I was staying. He arrived on time in a modest car and invited me to join him. Matt had a very pleasant smile and he looked like he might have weighed less than his profile indicated. He had a roundish face with some puffy cheeks, especially when he smiled.

Matt drove us around the center of the city to show me some of the sights that I had not gotten to yet and then took us to a local place where he suggested we have the Malay national dish, Nasi Lemak. I agreed and he walked ahead of me in the food line. In many Malay restaurants it was done buffet style with the foods fully prepared and you choose what you wanted and paid accordingly when you got to the end of the line. There were no signs on the food, so only people familiar with the dishes would actually know what the ingredients were. Asking a question in English wouldn’t get me any information. I made sure that Matt directed me to the spicy chicken.

I paid for the dinner for both of us which was about five dollars after we also included drinks. We sat on plastic chairs at plastic tables, but the spoon and fork at least were metal. The food was amazingly good especially given how inexpensive it was. We took our time eating and I asked about his work. He was an engineer working on a project and he had to come to Kuala Lumpur for some meetings. His English was quite good and he explained that he had lived in Australia for a couple of years which had improved his language ability. He asked me questions about my travels and was particularly interested in the places I had been in Europe, since he had never been that far West. I learned that he was a Muslim like most Italians are Catholic. He was ready to identify as Muslim, but didn’t spend much time in a mosque and the call to prayer no longer elicited a response as it did when he was a boy.

We finished our meals and I suggested that we could go back to my place for some more conversation. During the ride in the car Matt declared that he really wanted to have a relationship with someone and not just have random sex. I appreciated his willingness to be up front with me and alert me to his interests. I decided that if we were going to have any naked time, he would need to be the one to initiate the action.

My place was on the 31st floor, with a fantastic view of the Petronas towers. It was dark now so we could easily see the lights of the downtown area only a little more than a kilometer away. Matt asked if we could sit on the balcony and I accepted the suggestion, especially when he declared that he needed a cigarette. I had observed him smoke a quick cigarette after our meal before we got going again in the car.

We sat on the two balcony chairs and enjoyed the view while Matt had a couple of cigarettes. I asked him why he smoked and he declared that it was truly a habit and that there were just certain times like after a meal, when that need for a cigarette would come and he would comply. He also informed me that the other reason for being on the balcony was that he had a fear of heights. He thought that by confronting his fears, by challenging himself, he would get beyond those limitations. I had used that strategy myself on occasion so I respected his approach.

He hadn’t really had a partner before but had steady friendships a couple of times. Nothing lasted more than a year, partly due to his need to remain closeted. He had broken up earlier with one of those friends that year. I asked if he had been in love and he declared that he wasn’t in love, but he really liked the older man. I saw his face light up with energy when he talked about the former friend.

We came back inside and sat on the comfortable black sofa with a couple feet of distance between us. We talked about energy and I informed him that I couldn’t read minds but I could read bodies. He asked me what I was reading about him and I declared that he was conflicted about whether he wanted to be naked with me or not. He laughed and declared that I was partly right but that the wanting to be naked was winning. “So, do you want to go to my bedroom?” I asked openly. His eyes lit up and he affirmed that he was ready to do so.

I led the way and he readily followed while gently squeezing my left cheek. The bedroom was large and comfortable and was easily lit by the lights of the city which provided a nice ambience. I turned to him and he pressed his lips hard against mine. I was glad that the smell of tobacco wasn’t strong and didn’t prevent me from being aroused. His lips were moist and met mine eagerly. He used both hands to squeeze my lower cheeks which led me to be more aroused.

I pulled up his short sleeved knit shirt and exposed his smooth chest with dark nipples. He was an attractive Malay man with dark skin and very dark hair. Perhaps he had more than a Chinese cock. I began to feel his bulge press against mine. As a younger man, his cock was already quite firm and I looked forward to getting his pants off so that I could confirm my guess about size. I reached down and undid the zipper of his dark pants and felt the soft fabric of his underwear behind the zipper. I knew that when I opened him up his cock would be pointing directly at me.

I dropped to my knees and undid his black belt so that his pants could drop to the floor. Only his soft underwear held in his hard cock. I pressed my face and lips against his cock and exhaled hot breath and moisture onto the head of his cock. His hands held the back of my head and pressed me hard into the stiffness in his underwear. He pulled his shorts down, eager to feel my warm wet mouth engulf him. I had that same eagerness, so it was a mutual desire. As I had anticipated, his cock was a nice thickness and about six inches of dark meat. He was uncut and ready to be devoured by a man old enough to be his father. I enjoyed the virility of a much younger man who had zero issues with his erection and was eager to find one or more hot holes to consume his manhood.

Often with an uncut cock I teased out the foreskin and took my time, but the heat of passion between us led me to just want the head of his cock massaging the back of my throat. I wanted his cock to feel the heat from the chilis I had eaten at dinner that still resonated their nature. I took his dick in one full gulp without my lips touching anything until I found his dark pubic hair at the base. He filled my mouth completely and I began my rhythmic back and forth sucking, providing his thick shaft with deep stimulation. My right hand tickled his balls lightly until I squeezed them off from the cock with a sudden twist.

It may well be that he had not had that experience before and he gasped, “Whoa!” from the intensity of my movement. Perhaps it was just the surprise element since I gave no warning of what I would do. His cock got thicker from the pressure I applied at the base. All the while I continued my rhythmic swallowing of his manly hard on. He pleasantly massaged my full head of soft hair and moaned with the joy he had hoped for.

I stood up and kissed him with the taste of his precum in my mouth. He eagerly thrust his tongue into my mouth, pushing and exploring as if it were his cock filling me. The level of passion was getting intense and I decided that it was time for full nudity. We removed our remaining clothes and climbed onto the comfortable bed. He turned me so my face was into a pillow and my ass was fully exposed. He straddled me to slide his cock between the deep crack of my ass. His arms held my shoulders pressed onto the bed and I arched my back to be receptive to him. His breathing was deep and full and he was really getting turned on by my tan lines from spending time at the pool with a bathing suit. Likely, my white ass shone brightly in the lights of Kuala Lumpur.

“Let’s go to the shower,” I suggested since it was a large modern shower with plenty of room for two. He accepted my suggestion and we changed venues to the glass and grey granite room that would provide a steamy shower with two steamed up naked men. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to be a bit warmer than usual to create the atmosphere that I wanted.

We were both wet from the water as our naked bodies pressed into each other cock to cock and mouth to mouth. Both areas were seeking entry and warmth as well as fulfillment. I took the liquid soap and poured a generous amount onto his smooth chest and lathered him sensually including his fully erect cock. I even sucked his cock when it was full of soap which surprised him with joy. He took the same liquid soap and turned me around to wash my back and lather up the lower part of my body. He paid particular attention to my anal opening and slipped in one finger to create a soapy lubrication. I leaned forward to expose myself further. Offering myself to his desire and mine as well. He slid in a second finger and rotated them to fully open me and make me ready to receive the thickness of his Malay cock.

He reached around and squeezed my left nipple while he thrust his fingers into me. I felt small amounts of pain from both areas with his roughness and eagerness to get me ready. I turned that pain into arousal and moaned, “I want to feel you.” He pressed his dick against the opening he had been working and pushed inside in a full quick thrust. It was a good thing that he was not thicker or I would have had to make him stop, but I adjusted the pain to arousal. I squeezed hard against his shaft as he held my hips with both hands.

He began his own rhythmic thrusting in and out each time taking his cock out all of the way to expose my opening to his eyes. I became fully receptive to him and relaxed so that he could take me as he desired. I thought about his dark cock as it plundered my white ass taking what it wanted. I wasn’t surprised that he came quickly in that steamy shower. I was certain that it had been sometime since he had had such an intense experience. I didn’t need him to be a power top who fucked me for an hour. I was most happy to feel him make his last full thrust with a huge exhale and shout that marked the animalistic moment we were enjoying.

I reached back with both my arms and pressed him into me to keep him there as long as was possible. He collapsed his head onto my back as he said, “Thank you,” with a full exhale of air that had been stuck in his lungs for some time. I wished that we were on the bed and he could have just collapsed himself onto me and maybe even briefly nod off to sleep. It was almost as though he did awake as his cock quickly pulled back from my opening. He held me tight from behind and I sensed his gratitude that I had been open to being naked with him, helping him find the release that he so needed.

I turned and kissed him softly on the lips. I then kissed his eyes with a tenderness that told him that all was well and he could relax. There was no judgement here of his sexual path.

We cleaned each other and laughed as we did so, enjoying each other’s touch. His face exuded new energy from the release of pent up sexual frustrations. I didn’t need an orgasm for myself but was completely satisfied, knowing that Matt had obtained what he needed.

We went to the bed, which had hardly been used. Now it would serve a good purpose of a clean place for our clean bodies to embrace and feel the humanity of each other. I held him protectively from the onslaughts of his world. I sensed that he needed strength and assurance to deal with the society that didn’t accept him as he was made by his creator. I affirmed his humanity and the value of what he had to offer and he was comforted by the fatherly connection that told him all would be well.

It was late now, and I knew that he would be working the next day. I asked him what time he needed to be awake in the morning and he sighed that it would be an early 6 AM day. I didn’t envy his youth that required him to answer the morning alarm of a new productive day. I told him that it was time for him to get some rest so that he would have enough energy for the workaday world.

He protested that he just wanted to be held and I relented as I continued to hold him dear and near. It was likely that he would not have many nights like this one with someone as open as I was to knowing the real person inside. We stayed in that close embrace for another fifteen minutes enjoying the naked embrace and acceptance of two men together. I didn’t have to speak the words that he knew would come. “OK,” he said with a different exhale that expressed the acceptance of his current lot in life.

I encouraged him to hold onto the depth of experience and find a way to have that in his life on a regular basis. I would be leaving in a couple of days and I knew that it was unlikely we would meet again during my time in Kuala Lumpur. He knew that as well and it nurtured his reluctance to leave.

I was the first out of the bed and putting clothes on my smooth body. He reluctantly followed like a dutiful son, honoring the wishes of his father. Once we were both clothed, we embraced for a full moment, lingering in the human connection we had made for an evening, enjoying the touch and smell of each other.

I escorted him beyond security and waved to him as he got into his car. He didn’t start his car right away and I sensed that even then he was reluctant to let the time that we had had drop into memory. Perhaps he wanted to deepen the memory by one more minute of breathing in what had taken place, or maybe he was just checking the messages on his phone and I was projecting my sense of holding onto a good moment in time.

Cole and Shin in Penang, Malaysia

Cole first wrote to me about a month before I was due to be in Malaysia. He had seen my travel schedule on a website and expressed an interest in meeting while I was there. He lived in West Palm Beach but was going to be in Malaysia for a month and he noted that our paths were due to cross in Penang, the food capital of Malaysia. On his profile, he indicated that he had been partnered for more than 25 years but that his partner had died a few years ago. He was now open to possibilities as he came into his sixties.

We traded pictures and I kept him informed of my various travels because he was very interested in my travel lifestyle and was perhaps thinking he could do the same. There were six days that we would be in Penang together and Cole informed me that he might have a friend joining as well. He sent me a link to the friend’s profile which was very detailed and spoke of a married Chinese man who was now in an open marriage, so fun was available but not any relationship. He had very good English and seemed quite intelligent. I informed Cole that I would be open to meeting his friend.

I got in touch with Cole the day after I got settled in Penang. He suggested that we meet for lunch not far from the Komtar where we could meet at a temple entrance. I accepted his suggestion and walked the three kilometers to the area and browsed around. I also went into the wonderful AC of the Komtar complex so that I could cool down from the intense Malaysian heat.

As I approached the temple, I saw Cole and recognized him from his picture which was very accurate. He had a short stature with dark hair in his early sixties, probably Malay. His friend, in his early sixties, was over six feet tall and had a mostly full head of dark hair. The friend was more handsome than Cole. We all shook hands and had a seat to discuss where we would go for lunch. Cole informed me that they had come in Shin’s car and so we could go anywhere we wanted. I learned that Shin was from Kuala Lumpur and had taken a couple of days leave to drive Cole up to Penang from Kuala Lumpur. They were staying together in the hotel that Cole had obtained.

I finally suggested that we just walk the few blocks to the Jetty Food Court which was comfortable and would provide multiple options for what each man wanted to eat. The food court was not air conditioned, but had huge fans and was comfortable under the high metal roof. They agreed that that was a good idea since the car was in that direction as well.

When we arrived at the food court, we split up and each of us found an inexpensive lunch. We sat together at a table for four and enjoyed our food. I had Nasi Goreng Ayam which was chicken pieces with fried rice and a fried egg accompanied by a spicy sauce.

I knew a fair amount about Cole from our month of emails, but I knew very little about Shin whose family was of Chinese origin and he was a third generation Malaysian. He had studied and worked in England for a while and that was how his English had become so good. He had known that he was gay when he was younger, but wanted the traditional family with wife and children so that was what he did. Now that the children were grown, he and his wife had come to this open marriage arrangement which allowed him to be away for two or three days as his “holiday.” Marriages were often not what they seem to be from the outside. The children were clueless about their father’s sexual activities.

We stayed talking at the table for a long time after the food was consumed. Cole, who was the joiner of the group, should have been the one to suggest what we do next, but he wasn’t confident in how each of us felt about the other. Finally, I declared that I would like to see his hotel space since it was in an historical building which was formerly used by British officers during the colonial period. That settled things and we headed for the car which was very warm inside. Thank God that the AC worked well and quickly.

It was only a fifteen minute drive to Cole’s hotel and soon we were walking down the hallway that had been used by British officers as their living quarters. The building with its white stucco walls and dark wooden doorways suggested the plain, unadorned lifestyle of the soldier. The room was small and the double bed took up much of the room. Luckily the bathroom was of a good size and Cole went in to take a shower while Shin and I lounged on the bed. The AC was slow in coming but eventually did its job.

Cole came into the bedroom naked and still drying himself from the shower. Shin left the room to take his turn getting clean. Cole confidently came over to the bed and put his cock in my face. His profile had declared that he was a total top and this was the first indication of that. His cock had some thickness but was not long. I put him fully into my warm mouth and I felt the blood surging into his dick. The thickness increased and he held my head while he pushed in all the way. I enjoyed the feeling of his dark shaft in my mouth and eagerly took him in while gently caressing his balls. We continued to play until Shin arrived naked from the bathroom.

I departed for my turn in the shower and didn’t take long since I was interested in what was taking place in the bedroom. When I came into the bedroom, both of the men were naked on the bed and might have been caressing but they separated when I arrived. I climbed into the middle and once again took Cole’s cock into my mouth. Shin came behind me and snuggled his full body into my back side. He caressed a nipple and then moved his hand further down to stroke my dick. I was very much enjoying Cole’s cock in my mouth and the sensual attention given to my body. Shin pulled me back so that I was now supine and he took my hard cock into his warm mouth. Cole knelt next to my head and pumped his hard on into my warm mouth while Shin enjoyed slurping on my dick.

Cole was aggressive in the way that he pumped into my mouth and I enjoyed being subjugated by him. Shin moved a finger down to my anal opening and began to work the nerve endings there. He managed to slip his finger inside, massaging my prostate while he sucked on my cock. I was sure that Cole noted this activity and perhaps they had devised a plan for how they would use me as the third man in the room. I was enjoying being filled in both my openings at the same time.

Cole pulled his cock from my mouth and reached over for a condom. Shin rubbed some lube on my ass and on Cole’s cock as I moved into a doggie receiving position. Cole was not slow or gentle but thrust his hard dick fully into my ass as soon as he got there. He used long strokes to rhythmically stimulate his member through the condom. I enjoyed the confident thrusts of his hard stick and my breathing came in gulps. He smacked my ass with his open hand and the feeling was stimulating. Shin slid underneath me and put my cock into his mouth while I took his into mine. I loved this position in a threesome and was fully aroused, enjoying my time with these two very sexual men.

We stayed in these positions for more than five minutes when Cole indicated to Shin that he wanted to change. Shin came around to my back side and put on a condom while Cole lay on the bed with his cock in my face. Shin was a more sensual fucker but his dick was longer and I really began to get stimulated by him. I think that Cole was eager to watch me getting fucked while I sucked his cock as it got harder and harder. I mercilessly pumped up and down without stopping until I felt him squirt a huge load of cum into my mouth. I had to swallow twice to be able to breathe again. Cole relaxed back onto the bed and exhaled the sound of a fully orgasmed man. Shin got excited by Cole’s orgasm and came soon thereafter with a cry of “Oh, yes!” as he shot his load inside me. I held onto his cock until he slid it out.

I rolled onto my back next to Cole who was looking up at the ceiling. Shin came and slid next to me. He kissed my nipples and stroked my hard dick. I loved his sensuality and his commitment to making me cum as much as they had. He continued to pump my shaft sensually and it was only a few minutes later when my load shot up into the air and came back down on my chest and his arm. “Now we are ALL happy,” he declared as he relaxed onto his back as well.

We stayed in that relaxed post orgasm threesome position for half an hour and chatted with each other about how different our lives were one from the other. I learned that Cole had only met Shin a few days earlier and offered to share his bed in Penang with him. What a fine impromptu event this had been. Cole told me that he had grown up in Malaysia but hadn’t been back in thirty years. So much had changed. He had met his older partner in the US and just stayed. Twilight was coming upon us as we relaxed and Cole declared that soon it would be time to get some dinner. I suggested that we go to a hawker location and both men readily agreed.

We took showers to be presentable to the conservative Malaysian world. We were in a part of town where I hadn’t been so I let the other men decide where we would go. Shin drove for about ten minutes and then began to look for a parking place which was easier said than done. It was about a four block walk back to the food area but I was happy to be moving in the soft glow of the evening. There were about twenty stands with different kinds of food and drink preparations. There was also a separate area where halal food was available for those who required halal food. We separated and I located an elderly male chef who I knew wouldn’t speak English but he was making a spicy noodle dish which really spoke to me. The woman in the neighboring stall helped me place my order which was very kind of her. I found that the Malay people were very considerate and thoughtful. It was a bit of a wait for my food because a couple had placed their order just ahead of mine. It gave me an opportunity to watch the talented man in action make food that he had likely been making for fifty years. I knew that it would be good and I was not disappointed when it was delivered.

I took my bowl of noodles, vegetables and pork to the table where my new friends were already enjoying their food. They had trusted that I would find them and they were eagerly replacing the calories that we had spent so well in the bedroom. Both men noted how I enjoyed adding hot sauce to my food which they did not. Shin was determined that I experience some truly Malay food and he brought a dish with half a dozen fried pork cubes that were not spicy but very hot in temperature and he insisted that that was when they tasted best. At the end he also obtained some seasoned fruit which was good for all of our palates.

I noted that it was mostly Malay people eating and both Cole and Shin commented that people mostly ate out in Penang because the food was really good and very inexpensive. Cole informed me that he had never been in a Malay house with an oven and the first kitchen he encountered with an oven was in the US. Food was made in a wok or on a grill and everyone had a rice maker. I was grateful for the necessary postprandial walk to the car to help my digestion.

Shin decided that I should see more of the city, so he gave me a driving tour in the dark, pointing out buildings in Georgetown that were historical or of importance. He then took the drive along the north side of the island and pointed out the higher end hotels. I was glad to see that there was hawker food available for the people in the high rent district as well. Shin drove us almost to Batu Farenghi which was really on the other side of the island.

He then decided that it was time to get back and he asked for the address of my place. GPS made life so much simpler and Cole helped him navigate using my phone map. I was so grateful for all of the experiences of the day but it was most kind and considerate of Shin to drive me to places I would not have seen otherwise. They dropped me off on the corner near my building and we waved our friendly goodbyes. What a fine blending of food, culture and sex with two very compatible men. It was unfortunate that our schedules only allowed us one day.

Ravi in Penang, Malaysia

Ravi wrote a note of introduction a couple of months before I was due to arrive in Penang. He expressed interest in my travels and felt that I must have met many people of interest on my journey. I appreciated that sense of wonder from a forty year old man. We began corresponding and he sent a full length clothed picture, similar to the one he had posted on the website listing. I sensed that he might be shy or conservative, but in both pictures, he was openly smiling and the energy suggested a man who was comfortable with who he was. That increased my interest. The picture that he sent in email, was from a wedding and he was dressed in Indian formal clothing which was very attractive.

After I got settled into my place in Penang which was on the 18th floor of an older high rise building, I sent him a note declaring that I was available for the next ten days. He declared that he had a couple of days off coming up and we made a plan. He suggested that he could take me around on his motor bike. I had never ridden nor been on the back of a motor bike and so I had some anxiety on this issue, but I noted that all of the old people in Southeast Asia were on bikes all of the time and I should just suck it up Brooklyn style and do it. I agreed to his plan and told him that I was going to Penang Hill the day before which was one of his thoughts. He then suggested the botanic garden which I thought was a fantastic idea since I wanted to see it and it was a very far walking distance.

The day came and Ravi alerted me to his arrival. I came downstairs to see that same delightful, youthful smile on a slender built man next to a blue motorbike. He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt while I was in long jeans and a short sleeved dress shirt. We shook hands and he provided me with a helmet which I had requested. I had informed him that I was a novice and so he took care to show me how to get on and where to put my feet. He got on the bike and started it up before I gingerly climbed aboard and found my position. Fortunately, this included holding onto his slender waist from behind. I had to learn how not to bump helmets since it was a significant increase of space that my helmeted head occupied.

He was a very careful rider and I sensed that some of that was for my comfort and some was just his way. He didn’t rush and wasn’t crazy like many I had witnessed in all Asian and European countries where bikes go everywhere including the sidewalks. I was glad that we were starting out after the morning traffic. Since I had been to the Hill the day before, I knew where we were going. As we went by a large temple, I pointed it out and Ravi pulled over slowing the bike into the parking lot. He wasn’t sure if we could be there, but no one came out so we parked and walked around. This was a colorful Hindu temple and he showed me the path that pilgrims would take to climb the 932 steps to the shrine where one made homage. I knew that was not a good climb for me at my elevated age. As we were leaving, I noted that there was a large electronic messaging board on the side of the temple and stopped to take a picture because it was a unique comment on modern times and religion.

We continued a short distance to the botanical garden which was lush and verdant with a multitude of green shades. There was a delightful lily pond with benches where we stopped to chat which turned out to be a very long conversation. I asked one of my usual questions about when his parents stopped asking about marriage. He declared openly that he was an orphan and so didn’t have any oversight in that way. His mother had died from an accident when he was only six years old and his father died from a cancer three years after that. The extended family didn’t take him in, but let him be placed in an orphanage, where he stayed until he was 19.

I was amazed by his story and that he was so willing to tell me about his challenging past. I didn’t choose to pry further but changed the conversation to religion and asked if he were Hindu. He declared that he was more of a Buddhist and believed in caring about people and the planet. It was important to be kind and gentle to all life. I very much related to his expression since I was of the same feeling. I did my best to pay attention to all forms of life including the smaller ones.

To my surprise, a bee landed on the upper thigh of my long denim pants. At this point I was very happy that I had on the more protective long pants. I didn’t panic and didn’t brush the bee away, but pointed out to Ravi how I was being greeted by this small brave creature who landed on the enormous giant. I opened my palms and provided the bee with some gentle Reiki energy and the bee slowed until deciding that it was enough and flew away a minute later. The bee returned twice to that same spot over the time that we sat on that bench and each time I provided the requested energy to the bee. It was a very Buddhist interaction which impressed Ravi and I could tell that he was becoming interested in me as a person. His smile was always so attractive.

The lily pond was a beautiful and calm spot for us to sit and learn more about each other. Only a few others visited during the time we sat there and I think that they sensed we were having a tranquil time and didn’t remain. I asked Ravi if he had had any relationships and he declared that he had friends but he hadn’t ever had a live in relationship and that he wanted one, but it didn’t seem to come to him. This was one of the great challenges of being gay in a Muslim country where people were still very hidden. He knew that he was only attracted to older men which was not surprising given that he had grown up without a father in his teenage years.

He decided that it was time for lunch and I knew that he had a place in mind for me to enjoy. Hawker food was the cheapest and best way to eat in Penang for just two or three US dollars. We went for a short distance on the bike and pulled into a parking spot where there were five simple stalls providing food and beverages. He directed me to one that made spicy noodles and I was happy to have him place an order for me. I also got a bottle of water which was important for keeping hydrated in the 95 degree weather. He obtained the same food but got a type of tea drink. The food was amazing and we were enjoying ourselves with smiles and good energy. There weren’t many people since it was the later part of the lunch period and we were able to sit at a table outside with no one able to hear us talk. They might not have understood our English conversation anyway.

I often asked very personal questions and I couldn’t hold back anymore since Ravi had been so open with me. I asked if he minded a very personal question and he laughed openly and bravely replied, “Go ahead.” “How was it in the orphanage?” I asked gently. He gave a good exhale at a question that may have not been asked in a very long time given that it was more than twenty years ago. He informed me that life was difficult and included physical punishments that would be considered extreme today. I asked if that included sexual abuse and he more quietly and sheepishly affirmed that awful truth as well. I had such compassion for this young man who had had such a difficult childhood and yet developed into a very kind and giving man with a warm energy. It must have been a difficult transformation following his exodus from that terrible ten years of life. My instinct toward discretion and maybe even tenderness won out over my bull in a china shop curiosity to ask the numerous intrusive questions that were being birthed in my brain. I closed the door to this subject for the time being.

He changed the topic and declared that there was a dish that I needed to try so he ordered it and we split the two dollar cost when it arrived. Earlier, I had paid the five dollars for both our lunches. These were small thin pancakes that were rolled around a spicy filling of turnip and carrot. They were delicious and healthy.

He informed me that the park area behind where we were sitting was a gay cruising area and I commented that it was all very open and visible. He declared that there had been a toilet building but they had taken it down so now men would just meet here at night and then go somewhere else.

I invited him to come to my place and we returned to our adventure on his motorbike where I was now quite comfortable. The difference this time was that I had a tremendous urge to lift my hands above his slender waist and massage his chest from behind. I was very attracted to him and wanted to touch more. I knew that that was not acceptable behavior and fought back the urge. I escorted him to my location which had great views from the kitchen and bedroom. The kitchen view was across the river to the mainland and the bedroom view was of the city with the hills in the background. The scene was quite beautiful and Ravi declared that he had never been in a place like this.

I no longer had to hold back my sexual drive and stood behind him while my hands reached around and massaged his chest. He leaned back into me and relaxed, knowing that what we both desired would take place. He turned around and looked me in the eyes with longing and desire. Our lips touched gently and then passion took over with the kissing becoming more intense. He undid the buttons on my shirt and rubbed his face into my smooth chest. He placed one of my nipples into his warm mouth and sucked it with sensual passion. He moved to the other nipple and my hands caressed the back of his head and held him close to me.

A part of me wanted to be the protective adult that he had missed in his childhood. I pulled him up and kissed him sweetly on the lips before I pulled his shirt up so that it could come off over his head. He readily complied and I sucked on his nipples hungrily. There was a big dark tuft of hair between those nipples and I rubbed my face into that area to take in his scent. I dropped lower and pulled his shorts down exposing the big bulge in his underwear. I rubbed my face against the stiffness and he held my head from behind. I gently released his hard cock and saw that the dark meat was about six inches with some thickness. He would be a tasty dessert following our spicy lunch. I teased the tip of his uncut cock and he already had some precum for me to taste. It was sweet and warm on my spicy lips. I slid my mouth further down and engulfed the full length to its base. He held my head firmly in place as he gently slid in and out of my mouth in a most sensual way. Ravi was such a gentle lover and I assumed that it had been some time since he had been naked with a man.

I decided that it was time to be fully naked in the bedroom and he followed me there. I was the only one who still had clothes to remove which I did quickly. We lay naked in the bed face to face with our cocks pointing toward each other like opposing army’s guns. He gently pushed me onto my back and lowered himself to my chest where he placed sweet kisses all the way to my cock which became more aroused as he got nearer. He took me in with one large mouthful and my dick found the back of his hot mouth. He slowly pumped up and down on my dick with increasing pressure and I rubbed his dark hair as he did so. I was almost ready to cum so I pulled back and reversed myself so that I could suck his cock while he took mine. Now we were both fully engaged in the sexual act and enjoying the taste and smell of the other.

Ravi began to squeeze my ass cheeks and push harder with his cock into my mouth. His middle finger began to tease my opening with rounding movements that stimulated the anal nerve endings. I longed to feel him inside me. He may have sensed my desire and rolled me over so that I was now face down with my ass exposed to his face. He kissed each of my ass cheeks and dropped some saliva onto my opening. His finger stretched my opening to get ready for something bigger. He reached my prostate and pressed hard which pushed my cock into the mattress creating some precum of my own.

He straddled my naked body and rubbed his very hard shaft back and forth along my ass crack. He rubbed his cock head on my opening and pressed down to stretch my anal muscles. He was going to feel so good. He popped the head of his cock inside and then took it back. He did this a number of times and each time I longed for him to slide in all the way for me to feel the full length of his manhood. Finally, he did just that and I gasped from the intimacy that now totally joined us in a sexual dance of abandon.

Ravi lost his own control at this point and just pumped my ass with his hard cock until I felt him flood me with his cum. There was so much cum that I felt it leak out of me and onto my balls. I was so pleased to feel this vibrant man give me all of himself so that he had to collapse onto me with his firm body. His breathing came in gulps as he continued to have orgasmic aftershocks and more cum came leaking from my flooded hole. I loved feeling his weight resting on me after orgasm, but he was so slender that there was not the usual weight to support. I sunk into the mattress and we continued to be one in body and spirit. In thought and emotion, we had joined in the most intimate way of giving of ourselves as fully as we might.

Eventually, he rolled off and I turned over so that we were now both looking at the ceiling. “Thank you,” he sighed as he reached down and began to stroke my dick. I was no longer hard, but he made sure that I was hard in no time as he moved his head to my nipple and used his teeth to nibble and bite giving me pain and pleasure at the same time. The sensual stimulation he provided led me to orgasm quickly and soon my cock was spewing cum onto my chest. I joyously felt the warm fluid pumping out and landing. My breathing was labored and I gave a shout of exit at the same time my sperm chose to release. “Wow!” he declared as he looked at the huge mess on my chest. “That was amazing!” he declared while his shining eyes looked into mine and we both smiled openly at each other.

He climbed on top and spread my cum between us, increasing the sharing experience as I held him close to me, wanting to give him as much of me as I could. We stayed like that for some time without speaking, just taking in the scent and breathing of each other, finding comfort now that passion had subsided.

He declared that he would need to go soon and I was loath to let him go. I expressed my hope to have more time with him while I was in Penang for the next five days. I also hoped but did not express that I hadn’t pushed him too far in my questions and caused him to open a wound that didn’t want to be opened.

We put on our clothes and chose to say our farewells in the condo, since we would both want to be more physical than society would allow if we said goodbye at his motorbike. We hugged and kissed as though we had known each other for a time, but it was just a day. A day that would forever hold meaning and compassion for another human who had suffered way more than one should.

Ravi in Penang 2

“They have moved me to the night shift which is 6 PM to 6 AM,” texted Ravi. I had had such a wonderful day with him on his motorbike the day before and wanted to see him again but this was challenging news. I knew that I had plenty of free time, but clearly it was now going to be difficult for him to fit me in before I left Penang in a few days. We continued to text and we both expressed a desire for us to come together. Finally, Ravi texted that he could be free from 1 PM to 3 PM on the next day. I was so happy to receive that news and I immediately accepted the offer.

He asked if he should bring a helmet for me to use on the bike, and I suggested that we just take the little bit of time we would have and spend it at my place. The day of our meeting he let me know around 12:30 PM that he was having lunch and would be there soon. “Do you want me to bring you some lunch?” he politely offered and I declined. I had no interest for food. At that moment I wanted just to taste and feel him.

I hoped that I could find a way to ask more questions about his time in the orphanage. Was it a Christian place and did he have to attend services? Were Caucasians the ones who did the beatings and molesting or did Malay people also participate? What was the worst thing that happened to him and were there worse things that he knew happened to others? Were there girls at this orphanage or just boys? Even more intrusive questions were in my brain that I knew were wrong to ask.

I met him downstairs to get him into the building. His smile was even broader this time than the first time we had met. We were both happy that we could make this happen and the dance of energies began. I knew that there would be no touching each other until we were safely ensconced in my space with the door locked.

Our shoes were left at the door and I secured the entry with both of us now in my brightly lit space on the 18th floor. We stood facing each other and Ravi asked, “What have you been doing these few days?” I explained that I had found my path to the river along the big highway and the very hilly park to the South. I had walked by a Hindu temple and seen a sign for an upcoming festival which was just yesterday.

I described the gathering to him and how I had introduced myself to a couple of men and learned much about the temple. He immediately asked, “Did they invite you to eat and did you?” I affirmed that both of those things took place. “And did you eat with your hands?” Again, I affirmed and he beamed with more brightness saying, “I’m so glad that you had that experience and learned more of my culture.”

In that moment of sharing, we both became more connected and attracted to each other. I could no longer keep from kissing him on the lips and pulling him into me. I wanted to taste and feel him again and again. Was I falling in love with this lovely young man? Did I want to reverse roles and slide my cock into him? He kissed me back with equal passion. Was he having the same thoughts? These were overwhelming questions for the short amount of time we would have that day.

I reached around and cupped his cute little ass cheeks which were just the type that I found so appealing. He lifted my pullover shirt above my head to expose my smooth chest and erect nipples. He eagerly pressed his hot mouth against a nipple and sucked hard on it causing me to moan with pleasure and my cock began filling. He reached down and rubbed up and down on my dick until it was fully aroused while I was still in my pants. He dropped to his knees and pulled down my pants which fully exposed me since I didn’t have on any underwear. He plunged his head deeply onto my hard shaft and pumped back and forth with vigor. I gently rubbed his dark hair as he did so and completely enjoyed having him on his knees. I suggested that we go to the bedroom and he leapt up to kiss me hard on the lips where I could taste the precum that he had sucked from me.

I climbed onto the large bed and lay naked face up while I watched him remove all of his clothes before laying his naked body on top of mine with our hard cocks pressed together. He slowed down and kissed me sweetly on the lips before saying, “I really wanted to see you again before you left.” “I didn’t want to leave Penang without seeing you again either,” I replied. Our eyes met in close embrace as we expressed these desires. It may have been too intimate for both of us as a second meeting, so we again became very physical.

I squeezed his ass cheeks hard and ran my finger toward his opening. I was afraid that he had been raped while in the orphanage and didn’t want to be rough or assertive about wanting to fuck him. There might have to be a conversation between us before that could take place. He slid back down to my cock and licked the shaft from base to tip multiple times before taking my cock’s head into his hot wet mouth. He reached underneath me and began to stimulate my opening. I spread my legs in response to these stimulations. He took some of the wetness from my dick and rubbed my sphincter to make me more receptive to what he had in mind. He bobbed up and down on my cock with his mouth while slowly sliding in his middle finger. He swirled his finger around to expand the opening. Ravi took more wetness from my dick and added it to the first load before pushing in two fingers which caused me to gasp from the surprise thickness. He slowly began to thrust back and forth with those two fingers before he added the third which was less of a surprise but certainly a stretch.

Now that I was fully receptive, he lifted up my legs and slid a pillow under the small of my back to keep me elevated and exposed. He kept my legs aloft with one hand while his other hand guided his hard cock to my opening. He was taking control and I was happy to let him do so. He slid his hard shaft along my opening up and down stimulating the head of his dick on my smooth body. He leaned his body into my legs and I felt his hard stick slowly slide fully into me in one thrust. It felt so good to feel him inside me again, to be so connected to this beautiful young man who wanted to be with me. I felt so fortunate to have met him and to have these intimate moments.

He pushed my legs so that they were now almost over my head and I hoped that I could stay that way for him. I wanted him to have his way with me to give him the utmost in pleasure. He slid his hard cock back and forth very slowly to savor the sensation and to make sure that he pushed as deep inside me as he could, so that his balls were pressed against my ass cheeks. Our breathing became rhythmic and I tweaked both of his nipples hard which led him to thrust harder and faster.

He leaned back on his haunches while keeping his cock inside of me. His left hand kept my leg in position while his right hand stroked my stiff dick. He continued to thrust into me with his hard cock going almost as deep in this new position. I was getting very stimulated and began rolling my head back and forth knowing the he was going to bring me to orgasm. I sensed him thrusting faster and I knew that he was ready to explode but that he wanted me to cum first. Perhaps he was showing how much he cared for me and wanted me to be happy first. I let go a huge release of cum and sound at the same time as his cock hit my deep arousal spot. He kept his hand on my orgasming cock, while he thrust with intention and in less than a minute, I felt his sperm filling me with their energy. He released a deep animalistic grunt with his orgasm and then another with the aftershock.

He collapsed on top of me and I lowered my legs. I moved slowly so that his cock would remain inside me. I wanted to hold onto his member as long as possible. I wrapped my long arms and legs around him and held him close to me. I wanted to savor this deep moment of intimacy, to take with me when I would leave Penang the next day. I sensed that he too wanted the moment to never end, for us to just be entwined for hours listening to the breathing of the other and blending our energies into one.

I felt him starting to sleep. I knew that he had cut his sleep short to be with me and so I gave Reiki energy to help him be comforted and drift off. I held him for about five minutes before he came back from his dream world. His cock had slipped out slowly while I held him. He didn’t move, but said, “I must have drifted off.” “It was great to hold you while you were so relaxed that you could sleep,” I replied.

Perhaps the sleeping embarrassed him but he slid off and lay by my side with his head to the ceiling just as mine was. “I’m likely to return to Penang,” I said. The news startled him and he turned to me, “Really? That would be great. I would like that.” “Probably during the Winter,” I suggested. “We could go to the other side of the island for a couple of days. There are beaches and hiking that are great,” he encouraged. “I would enjoy having that time with you,” I returned.

We now had a plan that would likely change with time, but at least an agreement to stay connected and for me to return for a longer period the next time. This new upbeat energy between us didn’t leave an opening for any of my questions. I didn’t want our final part of this meeting to be about his difficult childhood. There would be quiet evenings in the future that would allow for the gentle drawing out of that information so that I could know him more deeply. There was much about this man to discover and much to enjoy in the moment. Penang would always be a special place now that there was such a special person to be with.

Sandy in Chiang Mai

I was a member of a website that was for swinging couples. Some of those couples only wanted to be with other couples and others were open to single men and/or single women. I had used that site for years to find couples with a bisexual man. I had also dated single women from that site where I listed myself openly as being bisexual. I didn’t hide that element of my sexuality anymore.

I was in Chiang Mai, Thailand and browsing the few listings and was surprised to see a posting by a single Caucasian woman in her mid forties who listed herself as bicurious. There was only one picture which was of her clothed very busty chest. She was honest and listed herself as a BBW and the only question was how much BBW? I decided to write an introductory note informing her of my massage and Reiki skills and that I was now retired while traveling in Chiang Mai. That same day I received a response where she declared that she was VERY interested in meeting me and learning what my hands could do. I was surprised and elated. I hadn’t been with a woman in about six months at that point due to my travel in foreign lands. I informed her that my time was pretty flexible and she suggested that we meet the next afternoon at my place. That informed me that she was brave and confident to be alone in a strange man’s space. I didn’t explain to her that I usually requested people be fully naked for a massage. I decided to play this one in the moment.

I was staying in an older Airbnb condo but with a decent amount of space and a large bed with large windows and lots of light. She arrived early and texted me that she was there so I quickly finished getting the space ready and went downstairs to meet her. She had a very ready smile and a bundle of energy as she walked briskly towards me. Her body was eggplant shaped with a significant ass and large breasts. She had a punky two color hair style that was brown hair cropped closely at the base. Bright blond wisps of hair spiked out from the top and cascaded to her forehead. It was quite attractive and gave me the impression of a lesbian.

I smiled openly and expressed my happiness to see her which was an honest response. I escorted her into the secure building and to the second floor where my space was. I unlocked the door and held it open for her to enter. I closed the door and pressed the handle button lock which wasn’t much of a security device. We both took off our shoes and stood in the living room space. Sandy had brought a bottled water and mine was on the table, so I didn’t offer her anything to drink.

I asked if she had experienced Reiki before and learned that she had not. I explained that it made my hands very warm with energy and could be done with clothes on and no oil. I also informed her that a more normal massage would be done with minimal or no clothing. She understood and I suggested that we start with the Reiki while she kept on her street clothes. She agreed and we went to the bedroom. I had placed a large towel along the end of the low Asian bed. I pulled the drapes across the large windows but there was still a nice soft light from the outside. I asked her to lay face down with her head toward the window. I had brought a chair to do much of the massage while sitting so that I wouldn’t be placing stress on my back while bending so much.

I began the Reiki session by placing my hands palms down at the small of her back to connect with her energy. This process alerted her body nonverbally to the energy that would come and that it would all be benign. My hands got warmer and she provided an exhale that included, “mmmm” which was the typical initial response to Reiki energy, just as a cat purrs when treated properly. After about ten minutes of doing back Reiki, I moved to her sizeable derriere. Because it was a wide area my hands stayed there longer than normal and I felt that she was welcoming my confidence in spending so much time there. I sensed that she was moving into a relaxed and comfortable mindset.

“If you’re ready, we can move to the oil massage which will require removing some clothes. The more you remove the better the experience,” I declared. Sandy understood and assented. I left the room so that she could disrobe to her comfort level. I heard her body going back on the bed and I returned to the room to encounter a fully naked white woman face down on my bed. I was pleased to see that she was so open and relaxed. This suggested that a sexual encounter was in the very near future.

I rubbed a small amount of massage oil on my hands and began to sensually massage all the parts of her back. Her skin was smooth and pleasant to touch. She didn’t have much tension in those areas but I made certain that everything was relaxed and comfortable before moving to her naked white ass. Now that my hands were fully touching skin and massaging the muscles of the glutes, she was beginning to rock her ass back and forth a bit. It was not long before I began to hear moisture flowing between her legs. That always got my cock to feeling that fun was on the way. I decided to take my time to get to that event and proceeded with the massage components which remained very sensual but not sexual. I added more oil to my hands and massaged her legs. I used stronger strokes for the outer side and soft gliding movements of my hands for the insides. I felt her anticipatory arousal and the creation of a lot of moisture.

I knew that she was ready for me to use that moisture, but I moved my chair and massaged her feet and tense calf muscles while also reaching my long arms to softly grace the inside of her legs. It was not surprising that her calf muscles were so unhappy supporting the significant weight of this woman. I informed her that it was time to turn face up and asked her to bring her head to the end of the bed where my chair was. She readily complied and exhaled that it was so relaxing. Once she was settled, I massaged the back of her head, neck and shoulders. I also massaged her ears in a very sensual way which stimulated some of her inner organs.

I added oil to my hands and placed them on her sizeable breasts. She was so relaxed at this point that she just enjoyed the sensuality of a confident man’s hands providing pleasure. I stretched my reach along the top of her body past her belly button before sliding my hands to her sides and stimulating the sides of her body. Her female arousal was increased each time that I did that movement, returning to caress her breasts and rub the nipples in a sexual way.

I moved the chair to my original position so that I could massage the top of her legs. From there I knew that it would move to a sexual experience. I added more oil to my hands and began the same outside inside process I had used on the back side. Her inner leg from this position was very sensitive and she spread her legs wider for me, encouraging me to touch her private parts. I accepted her invitation and moved my hands further up to the moisture that had been flowing for thirty minutes. Her breathing quickened and her legs opened even wider as my right hand felt her wet labia.

I used light touches stroking those sensitive areas and didn’t leap to the clit or the vaginal opening. Those would get attention in due time. I wanted her to fully want my hands there and continued to use massage techniques on the insides of her legs with my right hand while the left hand roamed her chest and began to alternately stimulate her nipples. Her eyes became bright and there was a new intensity to the expression on her face as she whispered, “Yes.”

My middle finger pressed beyond the labia and located her clit. “Oh,” she gasped and leaned back to open her legs fully for me to access whatever I wanted. She was ready for full on stimulation and I used a rotating motion to completely engage her wet clit. “I’m going to cum,” she warned and I encouraged her to do so. She clenched all parts of her body and gushed warm liquid from her pussy as she made a deep groan of orgasmic pleasure. “Sorry,” she said when she relaxed and I informed her that she was not the first woman I have been with who was a squirter. She declared that she had always been that way and that as a girl she thought she peed herself when she masturbated.

I moved the same middle finger lower and located her vaginal opening where I wanted to tease her pussy before sliding inside. She leaned back again and let me have my way. I kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples, “Bite them,” she directed and I followed her command. I was surprised because most women had such sensitive nipples. Sandy had female looking nipples but they functioned like a man’s where a little bit of pain was very arousing. Having bitten men’s nipples before, I knew exactly how to proceed and before I knew it, she was pushing out another hard orgasm which was also voluble. The inner muscles of her pussy pushed out the opening as she did so. This was going to be a full afternoon of sex with a woman who was totally in touch with her high libido. I had met this level of sexuality before but usually in a woman in her fifties. I was hoping that my energy would hold out.

Her pussy was so wet now that it was easy to slip in my middle finger and try to sense the special arousal points that she had. The back side of her pubic bone seemed to be the most sensitive area and when I pressed fully against it, she let out another gushing orgasm. Good thing she was on a towel. She pushed out my finger with that strong contraction. I pushed right back in but with two fingers this time and rotated them to stretch the opening. I made firm thrusts making sure that I stroked her pubic bone as I did so. I bit her nipple hard and she orgasmed my fingers out once more. What a sexual woman she was.

She pulled my head up from her breast and kissed me hard while thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. I took off my clothes and got naked on the bed with her, our heads at the top of the bed. She rolled over on top of me and kissed me hard again before placing her large breasts in my face. I suckled them both and bit each nipple as my cock became fully hard. She slid down and took my dick into her warm mouth. I gently caressed her punky hair while she pumped up and down taking me into her warm body. “I want you inside,” she declared and I informed her that I had a condom.

I got up and got one from the bathroom while she lay on her back with her legs spread wide. I climbed on top and rubbed my hard shaft on her wet clit, smacking it gently a few times for stimulation. I pushed my hard shaft inside and her eyes lit up fully. “Yes, fuck me,” she commanded. I could tell that she wasn’t looking for a soft fuck but a hard banging that was as deep as I could go. I pushed all the way inside and felt my balls slap against her white ass. I pumped hard and held her legs up so that more of my stick could fill her wet pussy. “I’m gonna cum on your cock,” she warned. “Go ahead,” I directed knowing that she was going to push me out as she did so. A tigress growl came from her mouth as warm liquid gushed onto my cock and I was expelled forcefully from her pussy.

I pushed right back in knowing how much I enjoyed fucking a freshly orgasmed pussy. I thrust hard repeatedly until she gushed me back out again. My energy was failing me and I collapsed onto the bed next to her face upward. My cock was not pointing upward, but resting. “Wow,” I declared. “Has anybody ever managed to stay inside?” “Once they learn me, it can happen,” she declared with a big smile. The smell of sex filled the room and she turned to kiss me more gently this time.

We talked about ourselves and she learned that I had been married for thirty one years while she had always been single and had no children. She was from Wisconsin and working as a teacher for one year in Chiang Mai enjoying her time. She declared that when someone got too serious, she always pushed them back, not wanting any commitments or constraints on her significant sexual needs. She enjoyed the thrill of the new and the variety pack was her choice. I declared that I was much the same and didn’t think monogamy could happen again.

I asked if she was this orgasmic with a woman and she declared that it depended upon the person more than the gender. She remarked at how I was able to easily find her arousal points and lead her to these explosive orgasms.

I sensed that Sandy’s libido was once again ready to go and I reached my hand down to her needy pussy to fill it with two fingers. “Oh, yes,” she declared as her eyes lit up with that same sexual fire. She asked how many fingers I had inside her and I declared that it was two. That question led me to my next step which was to reach for the massage oil. I oiled up my right hand and slid down between her legs. I gently stroked her pussy with the oil and then moved my hand down to insert two fingers into her receptive opening. She arched her back and opened her legs wider for me so I slipped in a third finger and began some serious thrusts with those three fingers. I reached up and pinched her nipple hard which made her gush warm liquid all over my hand and the towel beneath us. I was pushed out, but now formed my hand so that I could reenter her pussy with four fingers. I went past my middle knuckles and rotated my hand a little to stretch the opening so that I could also slip in my thumb from below. I only pushed the full hand inside half way before rotating it so that I could stimulate the back side of her pubic bone with my middle finger which created a huge orgasm but I was able to keep my hand inside this time. I was learning her.

I rotated my hand back around so that my top knuckle could press against the outside of her pubic bone. I moved my warm mouth onto her clit and she said, “Suck my clit.” I did as requested knowing that I was going to get a face full of warm liquid which happened in less than a minute. “Sorry,” she declared when she was able to breathe again. I went back to gentle thrusts into her pussy this time since the amount of my hand inside her had to feel very filling. She reached down to touch my hand and verify how much was inside. “Wow,” she declared when she could feel my top knuckle pressing against her pussy. She surprised herself and gushed another orgasm onto my hand. I backed off a bit to make room for her muscles to contract. I very slowly pulled my hand back from her pussy stimulating a cock getting softer.

I came up and kissed her with my pussy flavored lips and she pulled my head to her and kissed me with gratitude. “Is there anything I can do for you?” she asked. “Oh, yes, suck on my cock,” I suggested. She moved down to my not hard cock and very sensually aroused me to a full erection with her warm mouth. She had really good oral skills and she squeezed my nipples just right to bring my mind and my cock to a hard orgasm. She took her mouth off and let me shoot all over her chest. I laughed with the release and exhaled a huge breath. “That was hot,” she declared as she came and snuggled into me from the side.

We lay there and talked some more as it moved into twilight. “I’m kind of bad,” she declared. “I’ll often say no but what I really want is yes. I had a man who understood that and would take me beyond my edge and that got me so hot.” “I’ve been with women who were like that,” I declared and knew that this could become a very erotic relationship.

 “Will I see you next weekend?” I asked openly. She declared that she might be able to get away on a week night. “Will I get another massage?” she queried hopefully. I declared that it was likely and she smiled brightly while placing her head on my chest. “I have to go, but I don’t want to,” she sighed. I held her closer and made it more difficult for her to leave. She felt so good pressed against me. We stayed that way another fifteen minutes and then she said, “OK, now I really have to go.” I offered her the shower but she declared that she wanted to wear my sperm a while longer. We both laughed and got up to get dressed. Clothes were in neat piles for both of us and it was easy to locate our correct belongings.

I offered to escort her to the car and she accepted. We hugged sensually while fully clothed standing at my doorway. I placed one hand gently on a breast and said, “It’s really good to meet you.” “I agree,” she returned with a smile and we kissed gently before separating. Her car was parked right in front of my building and we waved our goodbyes as she drove off. I exhaled and said softly, “Wow,” as I headed back to my space.

Sandy in Chiang Mai 2

“I really, really, want to see you again,” came the first text from Sandy a few days after our first meeting. Twice we set up tentative days to meet, but each time we agreed to cancel due to concerns about social distancing and the Covid-19 virus. “When was the last time that you were with someone?” came the text from her about three weeks later. I had to go back and look at dates to be able to be honest with her. I had been with a male/female couple two days after I had met Sandy, so I informed her of that date which at this point was more than two weeks in the past. I also informed her that I had been in touch with them a few days ago and that they were well as was I.

“Great!. How about Wednesday? The school will be on holiday,” came the reply. Teachers were still holding instruction online and Sandy was residing at the school itself, so the holiday would be a good opportunity for her to get away. There were still social distancing rules in effect in Chiang Mai but it seemed pretty safe for two people who hadn’t had any contact with anyone for more than two weeks to be able to be intimate safely. We both were comfortable.

“Is Tuesday better than Wednesday for you?” came the text from Sandy. I declared that either day was fine since I had an empty calendar. “Let’s do Tuesday at noon then, because I might explode if I wait until Wednesday,” she admitted. I was eager to have this explosive woman on my bed again and agreed to the day and time.

I was now in my new nicer place than where we had met the first time, so I provided her with the address and directions for where to park. I met her just outside of security. She was hustling toward me and both of us were wearing face masks. We greeted without touching and I used my security card to get us into the building, up the elevator to the eighth floor and into my room which was bright and pleasant. “This is nicer,” she declared honestly.

She was wearing long pants and a tee shirt and carrying a bag. I had asked her to bring a toy for me to use on her. As directed, she sent me a picture of the entertaining looking purple dildo with clit prong. Unlike many men, I was not intimidated by toys but found them to be a very stimulating part of play since they could do things that my body parts couldn’t.

Sandy was breathing heavily from the effort to get to me and I pulled her close to me while applying my Reiki hands to her upper back. She responded to the Reiki and let a big sigh release from her open mouth. She allowed her neck to relax which caused her head to rest firmly against my chest. I slowed my breathing to convince her body to do the same which then happened. I had sensed correctly that the issues of the virus at her school had taken a toll on her sense of safety. There had been a student whose father had returned from Japan where he had been infected and had not informed anyone, so the school had to be closed and cleaned and it wasn’t to reopen again until much later.

We stayed in that embrace although I moved my hands a couple of times to send energy to her heart and her visual cortex at the back of her head. Each time there was another level of relaxation that took place and I felt her body soften into me. It was then that my cock remembered what fun this woman had been and engorged reflexively. I was wearing thin shorts and no underwear and it was not long before she realized that one of us was becoming sexual. She lifted her head from my chest and kissed me softly on the lips. I held the back of her head and returned her sweet kiss.

We both moved at the same pace to a more passionate kissing as she rubbed my bulging crotch. She was still holding her bag which I directed her to put down while I took off my glasses. We embraced with sexual purpose and quickly the fire that had led to her explosive orgasms was relit. Hands reached for sexual parts and clothes came off, dropped onto the nearby sofa. I toyed with the idea of taking her on the sofa, but I determined that given her large body size the bed would be safer. I reached between her naked legs and found her wet clit. All I had to do was press hard against that spot and she orgasmed quickly. I slipped a finger inside and found one of her three erogenous spots and pressed hard which caused a gush of wetness into my hand while she grunted out another orgasm.

She pulled down my shorts and noted that I was pointing straight at her. She bent over and slipped her warm mouth onto my hard cock. I gasped at the good stimulation and rubbed her cute punky hair that was spiked blond with ginger underneath. “I want you inside me,” she commanded as she read my mind. Sandy was still young enough to bear children so condoms were a requirement. At my age they also reduced the hardness of my member. Sandy had stimulated me to a supreme level of stiffness and I wanted to fuck her like that.

We moved to the bed and I directed her to be on the towel at the end of the bed and put herself into doggie position for entry. She did just as she was directed while I put on a condom. With her level of wetness, no lube would be necessary. When I turned to her naked body in that position, I could see that she was fully exposed and primed for pumping. I took a firm stance behind her and pushed my hard shaft past her labia sliding up and down to tease the area before plunging in. When I pushed into her wet pussy, she let out a gasp from the entry. She closed her pussy muscles tightly around my cock and orgasmed hard on me but I was ready and kept myself inside.

I pushed in all the way and began pumping her in earnest while smacking her white ass now and then. “Oh, yes. Fuck me daddy,” she returned which led me to become even rougher with her which led to another gushing orgasm on my hard dick. The gush of fluid almost made me come out, but I stood my ground and pushed right back in thrusting and smacking more as I also leaned into her to get in deeper. The floor was getting slippery and my footing was less secure, so I pulled out to get a better stance. She adjusted herself and I piled into that hot pussy once again with vigor and purpose. “I really need to be fucked,” she said honestly and I complied with all that I had.

I knew that she had wanted to also have anal sex and I asked her. She informed me that there was some lube in her bag which I obtained. I lubed up her anal opening as well as my condom covered cock. I slid in my middle finger and rotated it to stretch the opening. I was a little softer now and that would be good for the first part of anal entry. I slowly eased in the head of my cock and she gasped with a little bit of pain, but I told her to just breath through it. She complied and I pushed in deeper as she became more receptive.

When she was ready, I pumped away on her ass and smacked it just as I had with her pussy. To my surprise she orgasmed while I was thrusting into her ass with my hard cock. Warm fluid gushed onto my balls and heated them. I began to lose some of my stamina and removed my cock. “Time for water,” I declared. I went to the kitchen and obtained a cold bottle of water for each of us. She had remained in the position I had put her in. I placed the cold plastic bottle against the back of her neck where she was sweating freely even with the AC blowing right on us from above. I rolled the bottle around to share the cold with other parts of her neck before handing it to her to drink. “Thank you,” she returned as she moved into a safe drinking position.

I lay on the bed face up after drinking and encouraged her to come rest her head on my chest. She was happy to do so and gain some time for both of us to recover some energy. I asked about the health of everyone at school and she informed me that all were well. I asked where in Wisconsin she was from and she replied that it was a small town above Milwaukee. We talked about the craziness of Green Bay football which included bacon on a stick or a whole smoked turkey leg at the concessions, and cheese curds, of course.

I asked if she had any siblings and she told me about a sister who lived in Green Bay and a brother who lived in Indiana. They were also well but like the rest of the world were doing the social distancing and stay at home effort. I asked if she were going back to the US and she informed me that she had a contract to teach in southern China for the next year. Her current work visa would get her to the middle of June and she would need to get a thirty day extension to get her to July when she was due to report to the school in China.

She reached down between my legs and began stroking my soft cock which responded in a healthy manner. As my dick got harder, her eyes and smile grew bigger as well. She moved down to rest between my legs with my cock in her face and her large breasts planted against my balls. Having huge breasts against my balls was a new experience for me and my cock determined for me that it was a very good thing to feel. Sandy placed her warm, wet mouth on the head of my dick and began to suck with some pressure. She kept up that same pressure as she took in half of my cock and I loved the feeling. I leaned back and lifted up my dick which she swallowed to the base. She pumped up and down repeatedly taking no prisoners. The stimulation was intense and I really wanted to fuck her again.

“I really want to fuck you,” I said in my bedroom voice. “Oh, really?” she returned with a grin. “I’m not done yet,” she continued as she went back to sucking my shaft with vigor. I was surprised when I felt one of her fingers massaging my anal opening. She applied some saliva to lubricate me and was about to penetrate me digitally when I said, “I didn’t prep for that,” which caused her to stop. “OK, now I’m ready to be fucked,” she declared a few minutes later and we returned to the same doggie position as at the beginning. A new condom went on and I was so eager to fuck that I didn’t tease anything that time. I pumped hard and fast and felt my balls smashing against her pussy. That stimulated me to orgasm and after she tried hard to push me out with three orgasms, I shot my sperm into that wet pussy and let out, “Oh, fuck!” I was gasping for air as my body tried to relax from the exertion and the aftershocks. She orgasmed again and there was no defense against that force so out I came with a very full condom.

Sandy rolled over and lay face up on the bed and I handed her the water. I picked up her bag from the floor and found the purple toy that she had brought for me to use. It was about six inches long with some thickness and a clit prong which was a new component for me so I reserved it as a secondary element of pleasure.

She watched me as I put the penis like dildo into my mouth and swallowed it to the base demonstrating my bisexual skill. When I pulled it from my mouth it was fully wet with my saliva and I rubbed it up and down on her labia. She was enjoying the stimulation which became more intense when I placed my lips on her clit and licked it with increasing hardness. She gushed out an orgasm and as her muscles pulled back in I had them take the head of the dildo with them. She gasped from the surprise and squeezed hard on the toy. I went back to her clit and pressed my lips firmly against it while humming to create a vibration just like a toy. She had not expected that and the surprise caused her to let loose another orgasm. I easily held the toy in place against the force of her strong pussy muscles.

I slid the dildo in and out of her pussy and began to see how to use the clit stimulator if I changed the angle. She was happy with my discovery and pushed hard against the purple sex toy. I was learning different ways to use the clit prong and she was affirming, “Yes, yes, oh, harder, right there, yes,” as she yelled out another booming orgasm.

During our first encounter I had started to train Sandy’s pussy to accept my hand. She was very eager to try this and I think it was on her bucket list. Now seemed to be a good time for the second session. I put the dildo on the counter and added lube to my hand. She fully understood what was coming next demonstrating that we were able to communicate without words. She had already had so much activity in her pussy, that I knew I could start with two fingers which I inserted easily. I did some hard thrusting against her pubic bone which wetted my hand with her fluids as she came hard on my hand. I used the opportunity to slide in a third finger and tuck my thumb underneath. A minute of slow thrusting and rotating allowed me to slip inside my hand up to the top knuckle. That was often a good stopping point but I knew that she wanted all of my hand inside her.

At this point I relaxed myself to encourage her body to do the same and become fully receptive to my hand. I felt Sandy relax and I was able to slip underneath a bit so that she could then press against me using her weight and more of my hand would get inside. Twice she orgasmed in this position and each time I took advantage of the suction from the retreating muscles to let more of my hand be pulled in. She reached down to feel that I was almost past the top knuckle. I decided that we had gone far enough and I didn’t want to cause any damage so I very sensually slid my hand back just as a softening cock did after orgasm. She gave one final huge orgasm as I pulled out and I pressed my hand flat against her pussy to give her something to push against. She gave a huge exhale and collapsed into the support of the mattress.

I came up and kissed her sweetly before snuggling into her huge breasts. After being in that relaxed position for a few minutes I asked if she had had any girl on girl action when she was in high school or did it begin later. She told me about early teen girl on girl kissing that she had done to learn how kissing felt but there wasn’t a sexual attraction.

Her real first time had happened in her late twenties when she was at a wedding of a friend in Fort Lauderdale. She declared that many of her friends were gay and this was a non-legal gay wedding before the laws changed. At the after party, there was some drinking and she was invited to a nearby boat where they were all naked and she chose to be adventurous, just as she was now. That was how she discovered that women could make good things happen to her body too, just as I had done with men.

I asked if she had done any threesomes and she declared that she had been with two men, but not with two women and it was on her bucket list. I laughed and said, “You can easily handle two men, if not more.” She returned the laugh and affirmed that that was also on her bucket list.

She noted the time and declared that her time away was being monitored and she would need to get back. She had told the people back at the school that she just needed to go for a long drive to get away. They would never know that instead she had had a highly sexual assignation that would get her through another week of captivity.

We put on clothes and I walked her back to her car. We parted without touching and she said, “I’ll be in touch if that’s OK.” I affirmed and said, “Let me know when the warden gives you some more time off for good behavior!” It had been a good afternoon of human intimacy which I had been sorely missing. I chose to take my evening stroll early and went for my walk around the nearby garden and pool area to savor the sensations of the day.

Henre and Yen in Chiang Mai

I had checked the listings on the couples cruising site earlier but this time there was a listing that I hadn’t seen and was very much of interest. I had arrived in Chiang Mai the day before and would be there for twenty days. It was long enough for a healthy dalliance. All of the pictures showed the very attractive and scantily clad Asian woman who was in amazing shape, especially since her age was sixty nine. He was listed as seventy and so we were contemporaries. They were my kind of fun people. They were looking for couples and select singles for fun.

I wrote a note informing them that I was interested and was a retired massage therapist with Reiki skills where my hands became very warm with healing energy. I included a picture that was taken of me on the pier in Barcelona which showed my open smiling energetic self.

I received a reply later that day that they were interested in meeting and wanted to know where I was in town. I informed them of my location and that I could host since I was in town alone. They asked for a phone number which I provided and they suggested having dinner the next evening at their place and that they would pick me up in their car. I was amazed at the speed of this transaction and readily accepted their invitation.

We had a video call the day of the dinner and confirmed that pictures matched the reality. Yen looked stunning and Henre looked the age of seventy which was on the posting. I didn’t know where they lived in town and didn’t ask thinking that perhaps they wanted privacy on that issue and that was why I would be picked up instead of given an address. It might also have been that they were in a difficult place to find. It turned out that both were true.

Henre arrived about fifteen minutes later than he predicted but I was patient and didn’t lose faith that he would come. The video call had built up a good confidence. I entered his car and we headed for his place which was on the other side of town about twenty five minutes away. He explained that he spoke English but that it wasn’t his first language and he asked me to speak slowly. I asked where he was from and he declared France. He had been in the Navy in the Pacific and discovered how beautiful it was. His first wife was Indonesian and he had a daughter who was now forty two years old. He declared his age to be sixty seven which he looked. He had a full head of white hair and a paunch which he said was ten extra kilos. He was quite jovial and spoke freely.

“She likes to have her pussy eaten. Soft, not rough, and she really likes it,” he offered without a question from me. I informed him that I fully enjoyed putting my face between a woman’s legs and loved to explore and find out what got her really stimulated. He was happy to hear that and I declared that she looked really hot in the pictures on the site. When I asked, he informed me that she was forty years old and not the age that was listed on the site. This made more sense to me and I loved being with women in their forties who were delightfully adventurous. This was promising to be quite an evening.

Henre also explained that they didn’t live together because Yen was still raising children and he didn’t have the income to support a family. She accepted this and they were friends and lovers and sometimes playmates. He let me know that they liked to play with others maybe once a month. He declared that it was difficult to find good people and I offered that I had found mostly great people on that website. He informed me that we were going to his house.

We entered a gated community of single family homes which I had not encountered in Thailand before. It was dark but all of the homes seemed to be two story and had modest yards which were mostly fenced and gated. We were greeted by Yen and the dog when we pulled in front of the house. Henre declared that the dog was only eight months old and was full of energy. I observed exactly that and sent some Reiki to the dog where it was pleasantly received and I had a new friend. Yen was wearing a body shaping knit dress that was wide black and white horizontal strips. Only a shapely person could wear this dress. She was five feet tall and well under forty five kilos. I was excited.

She smiled and welcomed me as we entered the modest house and I was happy to see that the furniture was large enough for a Caucasian like myself. It was so difficult getting out of much of the smaller and lower Asian furniture in the spaces I had stayed. There were three bottles of alcohol on the table and three glasses on coasters. There was a large screen television which was playing a movie like Mortal Kombat. The television stayed on most of the time I was there. Henre offered me a drink and I chose a whiskey. He handed me the bottle and a glass for me to serve myself. He brought ice in an ice bucket and made a drink for himself but Yen didn’t drink. I had chosen a seat on the sofa so that either Henre or Yen could sit next to me as the newcomer. I was happy when the lovely Yen with her long black hair sat on the sofa and began a conversation. It seemed like her English was better than his.

Henre placed a bowl of potato chips on the table but he was the only one who had any. We had a pleasant conversation for about twenty minutes when Henre declared that it was time to eat dinner. There was a dining table with a cloth and a runner on top. This was a first for me in Thailand where eating was always done on a bare table. There were three place settings with wine and water glasses just as one would experience in the West.

Henre directed me to a seat and I noted the bottle of wine on the table. He presented the first course on a small white plate. It was a bed of shredded lettuce with a hard boiled egg sliced in half. The center of the egg had been sprinkled on the salad and the cavity had been filled with a fresh garlic mayonnaise. It was very French and quite tasty. I asked Henre where he learned to cook and he declared that he learned everything from you tube on the Internet. He would look up a recipe and try it and then the second time he would make adjustments to make it better. Yen complained that he had forgotten she didn’t like garlic and she scooped out the mayo to leave on the side of the plate.

The plates were cleared and the main course was presented. It was a stew of pork and carrots with mushrooms and olives. There were diced steamed potatoes as a side dish. Yen had made her own food which was a Thai red curry that she had with rice. She offered me some rice but I declined since I was enjoying the potatoes which I declared were at every dinner I had growing up in an Irish household. The food was delicious. I asked Yen if I could try her cooking and she was pleased but warned me that it was very spicy which turned out to be true. She was impressed that I didn’t choke as I took my first taste. My lips received just the level of heat that I enjoyed and Henre declared in his French accent, “How can you put a volcano in your mouth? Now you won’t be able to taste whether the meat is beef or pork!”

The plates were cleared and Henre offered ice cream which I declined. We returned to the television area and this time Yen took a seat by the television instead of the sofa. She was complaining that her stomach had a pain. I offered to provide some Reiki which she declined. Henre encouraged her to try some Reiki but again she declined. I sensed that our naked time might not happen after all.

Henre was not deterred and coaxed Yen to come to the sofa where she sat between the two men. He was comfortable touching her but I withheld my hands until it seemed appropriate. Henre decided that it was time to put on a porn video and used the remote to change the channel.  The screen displayed a brunette who was enjoying the attentions of two men. She was being orally stimulated and Henre was reminding Yen of how good that felt. He encouraged me to do some Reiki on her back which I did. She declared that I had very warm hands and that it felt good. Henre was now rubbing her bare leg and I felt the energy in the room change to sexual.

Henre convinced Yen to do what they had talked about before my arrival. She went to the dining table and climbed on top of the bare table. She lay on her back and lifted up her dress, exposing her pantyless pussy. He pulled up a chair and plunged his face into his dessert course. She had also opened up the top of the dress to expose a sexy black bra that was holding in her beautiful smooth breasts. I moved my face to kiss gently between those luscious orbs and she caressed the back of my head to hold me there. I took in the sweet smell of her sexy flesh and felt the bulge in my pants growing. Henre continued to please her orally and only came up for air but I could tell that he was enjoying watching Yen and me as well.

He encouraged me to take his place and I was a very happy man. Her pussy was at a perfect level to have complete control over the pressure applied to the clit and labia. She was very moist from the efforts of Henre and all of the sexy parts were glistening and ready for me. I licked and kissed gently before flicking the clit just a little bit which elicited a nice moan from Yen. Her waist was the tiniest of anyone I had ever enjoyed and I was very stimulated. I used a finger to arouse the vaginal opening and another moan of approval came along with, “Yes.” We were making our own porn there on the dining table where we had only recently had our French dinner. I was French kissing her pussy, pushing my tongue in as well as my finger to provide another sensation.

Meanwhile, Henre had taken off his pants and was pushing his hard cock into her face where she took him into her wet mouth. “Oh, that’s so good,” he declared as she worked his thick but average length member. He was moderately hairy which was common for Frenchmen. “Are you ready to go up?” he asked Yen and she affirmed while lifting herself up and pushing her now fully exposed breasts into my face while laughing at the big smile on my wet face.

They had a good sized bed in a large room and Henre turned on the AC which was going to be necessary with three naked bodies working on each other. Yen lay on the bed face up and he immediately dove his face into her wet pussy. I came up to massage her breasts and tease her clit. She reached for my half hard cock and began to stroke me. When I reached full hardness, she slid her head over to take me into her wet mouth. It felt so good and she was quite beautiful. I was always turned on by a woman with long dark hair, so I cupped my hand beneath her head while she bobbed up and down on my cock.

Henre decided that it was time to switch positions with me and I dropped down to eat out her sweet pussy. She was completely wet now but was keeping herself from orgasm. She declared that she usually only made one and then she was less interested in sex, so she held out until the end. She was very excited when I slipped in two fingers while I gently sucked on her clit. All of us were making “mmmmm” arousal sounds enjoying what was taking place.

It looked like Henre was getting warm and tired so we took a short break. We all lay on our backs looking up at the ceiling and gently touching Yen. In about five minutes she climbed on top of me and put her delicious pussy on top of my mouth, while she leaned down putting my cock into her warm mouth. I loved eating her pussy while she sucked me with gusto. Her ass was very smooth and she only had hair on the top of her head. Henre decided to come over and help her play with my cock, but she didn’t want to share me. It didn’t break the moment but she was very clear that she didn’t want him doing any bisexual activity. Her sucking became more intense and she sprayed my cock with her spit to make more lube. I was so turned on by her long hair stimulating my balls while she worked my cock with her mouth and hand. She knew that I was getting ready to cum and she said, “Yes, cum. I want to see it.” When I did shoot, she gave a holler of success and pleasure. I was gasping for air with my face still in her wet pussy.

She sat up and used some tissues to clean me and she did it so gently that it was very sweet. She took me back into her mouth and turned so that Henre could fuck her. He proceeded with gusto and reached around to fondle her beautiful breasts. It was great to watch him fuck her and feel her get turned on by having a cock in her mouth too. She came and must have given his cock a real squeeze because I heard him orgasm as well. We were all in a great mood as we collapsed onto the warm bed with Yen in the middle. I kissed one breast gently and said, “That was very hot!”

We rested for a short bit before they got up to take showers in the other bathroom and they directed me to use the one in this bedroom. They informed me that they would be going downstairs after they were clean. When I was done, I went downstairs where I found that they were already dressed in the clothes that they had had on before. She still looked great in that dress.

I sensed that they were done for the evening and were ready for me to go back. Yen was requiring Henre to drive me all of the way back to my place and I suggested that I could easily get a cab from the nearby mall so that he wouldn’t be driving so much. He was happy to hear that solution. Yen and I did traditional Thai goodbyes before I went out the door with Henre. We talked briefly in the car and I expressed my gratitude for all of his driving and for the wonderful dinner as well. He was in a good mood but tired. He shook my hand goodbye when we got to the mall area and I exited his vehicle.

What a wonderful time with two very entertaining people. I hoped to see them again.

Henre and Yen in Ching Mai 2

The initial meeting with Henre and Yen in Chiang Mai had been so remarkable that I happily savored the memories during the week that followed. I received a couple of texts from Henre during that time, but no offers of more naked fun. Then out of the blue, he declared that the next day they would be in my part of town and would it be OK for them to drop in around 1 PM. I readily agreed and reminded them that my condo had a very nice pool and garden area which we could all use but they would need to bring their own towels because my place only had two bath towels.

My mind began racing about the next day. Would we have sex? What should I get to put out for them? The cooking options in my place were limited and I couldn’t make as nice a meal as Henre had done. I went shopping to see what would be good options. I chose fresh fruit and some snack items, including two kinds of potato chips since Henre had clearly exhibited a liking for them.

They arrived at the appointed time and I met them at the parking area to direct them as to where they could park. Yen was wearing a very tight fitting cotton print dress that ended well above the knee. She was as attractive as ever with her long black hair. All of us were wearing surgical masks due to Covid-19 which was surprising because none of us had during our first encounter.

I welcomed them and pointed out the pool which they had decided not to use. We went to my small space where the bed was in a separate room with a glass door which made the bed visible upon entry to the space. They both chose to sit on the small sofa and removed their masks and shoes. I went into the kitchen and returned with the plates and bowls which had the fruit and chips. It was a simple offering. They had come into my condo with bottles of water, so I didn’t offer any other beverage. I took a seat in a straight back chair across from them.

We had some pleasant conversation about Chiang Mai and what we had been doing during the week. None of us sampled the waiting items on the coffee table. Henre unbuttoned his cotton print short sleeved shirt and brought up the topic of sex with Yen. “Do you want to see the bedroom?” he asked as she demurred. “It looks like a big enough bed,” he continued as he lightly massaged her bare leg. This interaction seemed much like our initial time at their house where he pressed for sex and she held back. I didn’t find this approach sexy or stimulating but discomforting. I didn’t join in but just observed their interactions.

Henre decided to get the ball rolling by standing and removing his shirt and his shorts, including his boxers. “Come on, you know that you will have a good time and that you want to,” he pressed her. She was beginning to give in, but didn’t move. Henre slid open the glass door to the bedroom and went inside where he was still visible. “I will close the drapes and it will be private. See?” he directed as she got up from the sofa and went to the bedroom entrance for observation.

He approached her and tried to remove her clothing, but the dress had a very complicated series of ties and she brushed away his inept assistance. He lay down naked on the bed. Yen removed her lightweight clothing, revealing small black panties and bra. She swung her hair around as she turned to smile at me. When I saw that both of them were removing clothes, I took off my shirt but didn’t remove my shorts. Yen didn’t remove her bra but she did bend over provocatively to remove her panties. “Very hot!” I declared as I removed my shorts with my cock at half staff.

She knelt been Henre’s legs and put his thick cock into her mouth while her hair cascaded onto his naked body. Her beautiful smooth small ass was perfectly positioned in my direction. I needed no more invite to put my face right where she wanted me. At first, I just licked and kissed her petite smooth ass from behind but I knew that I would need to lay on my back and slide under her to really have the best position for licking her pussy. The memories of our first session came flooding back into my mind and my cock was getting fully hard.  

She sat up and placed her pussy on my face for a few moments while reaching back to feel my stiff cock. She stroked me while I enjoyed the sweet taste of her pussy juices. She turned around and got into a sixty nine position with me so that she could get my cock wet. Henre lay on the bed stroking his cock and smiling while watching the two of us. Her mouth was so warm and stimulating on my cock.

It was fortunate that Yen returned her attention to Henre after a few moments, because I didn’t want to orgasm that quickly with this very sexy woman. Yen kept her pussy on my face while she took Henre back into her mouth. He was verbally encouraging her and she became more energetic in her sucking and stroking using more saliva which she spit onto his cock. I loved eating her smooth pussy while listening to the sounds she was making. My erection stayed fully in place.

As Yen increased her determination to make him orgasm, I could hear that he was getting there. Soon, he growled out his orgasm and she laughed with the joy of success. I sensed her smile and bright eyes even though I couldn’t see them.

Almost immediately, she returned to my dick which was happy to have her attention. Henre departed for the bathroom to clean up. She sensually took me into her mouth while I continued to pleasure her pussy. She added more saliva and began to stroke me with a firm grasp. Her long hair was stimulating my balls which increased my excitement. When Henre returned to watch the action, Yen moved into her determined phase and I was unable to hold out any longer. “Ha!” she exclaimed as the white cum leapt from my cock in abundance. She continued to stroke me until she was certain nothing remained.       

She didn’t linger her pussy on my face, but departed for the bathroom. I didn’t think that she orgasmed or even came close. It seemed as though she was determined to get the men to orgasm so that she could go about her day. I remained naked on the bed in recovery mode, while Henre put his clothes back on. When Yen returned, she also put on her street clothes and I got up from the bed. I was interested to see the complicated ties on her dress and I fully understood why Henre had not figured it out.

It appeared that they were going to depart, which led me to put clothes back on as well. The surgical masks returned to our faces. We all looked around to make sure that they had all of their belongings with them. I escorted them back to their car and we made Thai greetings of departure. I thanked them for coming and watched as they drove away in the white SUV.

I returned to my space with strange feelings and afterthoughts. I felt that they had come to use my place to have a sexual experience in a venue other than Henre’s house. Perhaps it was a bucket list item. I wasn’t sure that it mattered to them who I was or what I wanted. There was a disjointed and discomforting sense that lingered for the remainder of the afternoon. As much as I enjoyed my time with Yen, I wasn’t sure that I would meet with them again.

The Return to Timy in Chiang Mai

In January I had dental surgery in Chiang Mai that included two implants. It was necessary to wait two months for the gums to heal before the work could be completed. I arranged an appointment for March 17th and traveled in Cambodia, Taiwan and Malaysia while waiting for the return to Chiang Mai.

I arrived on the 12th of March and chose to be in a very quiet out of the way part of town. My stay during the Christmas holidays had been in the very noisy neighborhood of Nimman with Christmas songs blaring from the nearby mall. It was happy to find a quiet condo with a delightful small pool that I used daily.

I wrote to Timy to let him know that I had returned to Chiang Mai and was interested in seeing him again. He wrote back a couple of days later that his ninety four year old father had died the week before and he would be busy with family for some time. While Timy was Thai, he was of Chinese heritage and I knew that the Chinese methods of family grieving would take place. I sent my condolences and didn’t think that I would hear back from him for a couple of weeks. I had informed him that I was there until the end of the month.

This was taking place during the Covid-19 outbreak that was running through most Southeast Asian countries as well as China. In my travels, it seemed that I was always one step ahead of any of the outbreaks and it nurtured my sense of good intuition. As the month of April approached, I decided that Chiang Mai was a safer place to stay than most and I extended my tourist visa for thirty days at the immigration office. They had moved the services to the parking lot to reduce inside crowding. Everyone was wearing face masks and everyone had their temperatures checked. I had been dutifully avoiding groups and this was my first time in any close proximity to people. I was apprehensive, but since everyone was being checked the risk seemed minimal.

In early April, Timy wrote to me to see where I was and how I was doing. I was happy to hear from him and informed him of my change in plans and that I had also changed where I was staying to a much nicer condo near the Central Festival on the other side of town. I invited him to see my new place. He expressed a keen interest and asked me to inform him when I was free. I suggested we meet the next day and provided him with my WhatsApp number which I didn’t have during my Winter visit to Chiang Mai.

Within thirty minutes of providing the number, I received a call from Timy. I was happy to hear his pleasant and positive voice again. I had forgotten how youthful and exuberant his voice was. I provided him with the details of where I was staying and he declared that it was only five minutes away from him. “I have not touched anyone since I was with you,” he declared openly. “Oh, you poor man,” I returned sympathetically. Even with a death in the family he hadn’t received any touch. “What are you doing now?” he asked. I explained that I had taken a two mile walk to the large fruit market and returned carrying a small watermelon, a pineapple, a bag of small tomatoes and stalks of morning glories. My legs were sore. “I’m free now,” he offered suggestively.

I heard in his voice his need for contact and sex and didn’t want to make him wait. “I will need to get cleaned up,” I returned. “I’ll also take a shower and be there in thirty minutes if that’s OK,” he returned. That would give me just enough time to clean myself and straighten up the condo a bit to be ready for him. I informed him that I would meet him at the building entrance in thirty minutes to give him access to the space. I sensed his energy change even over the phone.

I arrived at out meeting place early but Timy was already there waiting for me. He was sporting a very broad smile and wearing a maroon tee shirt with black shorts. There would be no touching here, especially in front of the security station. I used my access card to get us into the building and to activate the elevator panel. We arrived at my door on the eighth floor which was the top of the building. I used my card again to gain access to the room which got very good light.

“Oh, it’s much smaller than your other place,” Timy commented in comparing it to my place in Nimman in December when we first met. I agreed that it was smaller but that it was in better condition than the Nimman condo. He agreed declaring, “These are very new.” He went to the large window in the bedroom that had an appealing view of the pool below and the gardens surrounding it. “That’s a very big pool,” he declared and I informed him that a neighboring set of buildings had one twice that size but all were closed now because of the virus restrictions.

As he stood looking out of the window, I placed my Reiki hands on his shoulders and let the healing energy flow to him. I felt his shoulders let go of some of the tension he had carried since I touched him last. He exhaled deeply as he relaxed more. I was certain that he knew how much was on his shoulders and that he needed to feel another human with compassion.

I moved my hands to the front of his shirt and pressed them against his firm chest, relocating the entry point of the Reiki that would help him feel better. He leaned his body against mine and allowed himself to relax. I was surprised to feel my cock start to harden already and I knew that he was also sensing my firmness behind him. He only moved his left arm so that his hand could reach the area on my thin shorts where my dick was reaching out. I hadn’t cum in days and I had been attracted to him from the first moment we met. My body was remembering him as sexy and responding accordingly.

I kissed him softly on the back of his neck. He turned around and returned the kiss on my lips as I held his head gently in my hands. He used both of his hands to rub my cock which was eager to respond to this very handsome man. I slipped my hands underneath his shirt and felt the smooth muscles of his back. He had not lost any of his athletic shape, even though the virus restrictions prevented him from playing his regular tennis. He lifted up his arms and I slipped his shirt over his head exposing the smooth hairless chest and sensitive nipples that I knew he had.

I moved my lips lower to nibble on one of his nipples and he leaned back with pleasure as I felt his energy surge. He pushed me back onto the bed with my face looking up at the ceiling. He pulled down his shorts before he pulled down mine. He noted that I wasn’t wearing any underwear and smiled looking at my hard cock.  He slid between my legs to lick the head of my now fully erect shaft, while pressing his hard on against one of my legs. “You are so healthy!” he beamed at me. “I’m happy to see you,” I rejoined cheerfully. His warm mouth closed around the head of my cock as he applied pressure to my balls. There were many benefits to being with a man who had good anatomy knowledge.

He moved his head slowly up and down my shaft taking his time to savor what he hadn’t been able to have in months. He reached one hand under my shirt and began to twist my sensitive nipples while I rubbed his short black hair with tenderness and affection. The intimate connection that we had made in December was returning. He dropped down a little further and licked my balls and frenulum while stroking my cock. I was getting very stimulated and was wondering if he would ride my dick as he had once before.

“I want to suck your cock. Come up here,” I interjected. He smiled broadly at me and straddled me so that his dick was in my face. He pulled my head forward so that he could slide his hard, dark cock inside my warm mouth. I was hungry for some cock which I hadn’t tasted in weeks. I teased the back side of his balls and squeezed both of his cute little ass cheeks as I took his cock back and forth into my mouth. He pushed hard with his shaft and held my head in place so that he could reach the back of my throat with the head of his hard cock. I savored the fullness in my mouth and provided sensual humming against his member to express my pleasure.

He released my head and stood at the edge of the bed where I could suck him freely while he played with my smooth ass cheeks. His hand rubbed up and down my ass crack spreading the wetness that he had put on my balls. I continued to eagerly suck his cock and spread my legs to provide more access to my opening. I had so much enjoyed having him inside me during our three December encounters and I wanted to have that feeling again.

I climbed out of the bed and moved to the counter where I had placed some lube and a towel. I rubbed some lube on my opening and kept some for his hard cock. He moved a pillow to the middle of the bed and placed the towel over it. I knew that he preferred to look me in the face and read my expressions. He also loved to kiss while his cock was deep inside demonstrating his flexibility to be able to do so.

I lay on my back with the pillow elevating my ass so that my opening was fully exposed as he climbed onto the bed to meet me. He lifted my legs up and held them in place while he positioned himself so that his cock was pressing against my ass. He used one finger to enter me and rotate to stretch my opening. It surprised me when his second finger entered quickly thereafter. He thrust firmly with both fingers, stretching to reach my prostate. He let one leg go so that his hand could stroke my cock while he was thrusting with the other hand. I was very stimulated and saw that he was happy to provide me with pleasure.

He withdrew his fingers but kept his hand on my cock while he guided his dick into my opening. I felt the firmness of his shaft and was eager to feel the full length. He slowly slid into me until his balls were resting on my ass. I was full of him and happy to be so. He let go of my cock to engage with my legs and push them over my head so that I was totally available to him. He began to take long slow thrusts and I was reminded of our first time when he said, “I hope you won’t mind if I take my time. It has been quite a while since I was with a man.” I wanted him to take whatever time he wanted to be fully satisfied being with me again.

The AC was on in the room, but it was still one hundred degrees outside and I began to see small amounts of sweat on his temples as he more athletically fucked me. He became very concentrated and I sensed him holding back from orgasm. More than once he stopped altogether and just rubbed my erect nipples as he kept his cock deep inside me. More than once he leaned forward and kissed me sweetly on my wet lips. “I’m so happy to be with you,” he declared openly. “I’m happy to feel you inside me again,” I returned. The broad smile on his face increased his attractiveness.

“I’m getting very close,” he informed me and I declared that I was in the same condition stroking my hard cock while he slid back and forth filling me again and again. He became aroused further when I slapped my hard cock against his firm body. He was losing control and his cock was eager to orgasm. His thrusting came harder and faster as his breathing quickened. He tightened up his face as his sperm filled me to overflowing. He made no sounds, even holding back his breath, while his sperm rushed from him to me. He let a huge gasp of air release and he sucked in fresh oxygen to sustain his body. He collapsed on top of me just the way that I liked and I held his sweet sweaty body close to me. “Don’t worry. You are not a hundred kilos,” I declared my ability to support him. He laughed openly and completely collapsed himself onto me while keeping his cock within.

We stayed in that quiet position for five minutes before he determined that he was done. He rolled over next to me and lay face up. It was a good thing that there was a towel under me as I felt his cum sliding from my ass. I turned on my side and lay my head in the crook of his arm while placing my right hand on his smooth athletic chest. My own sexual needs had been satisfied by his entry and orgasm and I didn’t have the need for one of my own.

When he was rested, he bravely asked, “Was the last sex you had with a man or a woman?” I laughed and said, “It’s good of you to remember that I have two interests. I was with a man and a woman,” I informed him. I told him the story of the Frenchman and his Thai girlfriend but without details. “Did you fuck her?” he continued. I informed him that only the Frenchman had fucked her and I enjoyed watching while she made me orgasm orally. Timy had such a limited sex life himself that he was happy to hear my story.

“How is your mother doing?” I asked with true sincerity. “She’s doing well. It was actually a relief for her when my father died. His dementia had gotten really bad and he was quite difficult to deal with,” he answered with openness. “She reconnected with a childhood girlfriend at the funeral and they see each other almost every day now,” he added. I knew that Timy and his parents had built a house together when they retired from the pharmacy business that had been their lifelong work. They had always thought that their sons would take over the business but Timy decided to go into medicine and his brother had become a successful accountant. Like many mother/daughter houses it was built with separate areas to allow for privacy.

“Would you like to see my house?” he repeated his offer that he had made in December but never followed through due to the family needs at the holiday season. He began to plot how he could drive me and then get me back before the 10 PM curfew. It was sometime after 7 PM and dark now. I didn’t want to place a burden on him of getting me around, so I suggested that I walk to his house as my morning walk. If it were only a five minute drive for him, it would be within my walking distance. He brightened up at the idea of not taking on a burden and we agreed that the next day would be a better time to see the house and gardens. He declared that he was tired from having worked extensively this past week to complete the seventy page report that was due from the grant he had received. I didn’t ask detailed questions, but did confirm that it was from a scientific study he had conducted.

He went into the bathroom and freshened himself for the trip home. I put on my clothes after I made sure I wasn’t dripping sperm anymore. We both put on our facial masks in case we encountered other people in the hallway or elevator. Both were close spaces where the concern for the comfort of others led us to wear the masks. I walked him the short distance to his car and we said our farewells without touching.  My tactile life from before the time of the virus was now on hold.

Timy at Home

I was very much looking forward to being inside Timy’s home. I had been inside one Thai house for a one hour language lesson with a young Thai woman. It was a small house where shoes came off outside and slippers or bare feet were used inside on the polished wooden floors. The rooms were small and not lit brightly with religious icons in a few places. The furniture was appropriately sized for the small framed Thai people. Everything was clean and very tidy.

I sent Timy a text asking for the address of his house so that I could plot my walking course for the next day. He replied that the house didn’t have an address so he provided me with the name of the hospital one hundred fifty meters from his house and included a picture. I readily found the hospital on the map and was pleased to see that I would mostly be walking the main road that went right by my condo complex. The distance was just 3.4 km which would take me about thirty five minutes to walk. I informed him that I would text him in the morning when I was starting out but that it would not be before 10 AM.

At 10:30 AM the next day, I sent my text to Timy and began my walk along the busy eight lane super highway. I decided to stop when I was nearly there and got a large bottle of water from a 7/11. I knew that I would need it and the couple of minutes in AC would refresh me from the walk in the ninety five degree heat.

Timy was standing outside the house looking in my direction and his broad smile appeared when I came in sight. He was wearing another tee shirt and some terry cloth shorts. He welcomed me without touch and waited while I took my shoes off on the marble landing where there was a wooden shoe rack. The house was not large in appearance but two stories. The entry gate was a beautiful sliding stainless and brass metalwork piece that operated electronically. These were the first clues that this was an expensive house.

Timy offered slippers but I asked permission to be barefoot and he honored my request. He pointed out the common areas on the first floor which included a beautiful Asian designed garden in the rear. I commented on it and he offered to show it but I declined and we climbed the teak stairway to his part of the house. At the top of the stairs there was a closed teak door that led us into his area. We entered his living room where there was a door to an outdoor balcony. It was a large balcony that overlooked the garden and had a high wooden canopy with a big ceiling fan. There was also a fine mist of water being sprayed to keep the area cool. Below I could see the dog that Timy had told me about in December.

We returned to the inside, and Timy led me to a narrow teak stairway that went to the loft area where he slept. It was small with a low ceiling which I was sure worked well for him, but less well for my taller frame. He then showed me the large bedroom which had an attractive looking queen sized bed. He pointed out his closets with many shirts and I declared that I also enjoyed having a large collection of shirts.

We went to the small kitchen area where there was an attractively designed wooden bench for sitting at the marble countertop that separated the kitchen from the living room. I opened my water and drank freely. Timy offered me some iced tea which I declined. The kitchen was a galley type and had an eight foot piece of black granite countertop and stainless appliances, including hot pot, blender, ice crusher and cooktop. Like most Asian kitchens there was a refrigerator, but no oven. Timy began his ritual for drink preparation and it was a good demonstration of his scientific nature. He was precise in his movements and how he cut the pieces of lime to flavor the tea. He used an expensive electric ice crusher which he declared was one of his favorite toys. An object that seemed out of place on the counter was a large unopened bottle of Heinz ketchup. I commented on it to Timy who laughed and said, “I have that in case someone might want some ketchup. It’s unopened and very old. I should probably throw it away. There’s also a bottle of whiskey in the cupboard that’s four years old.” “Just in case someone might want some,” I interjected. “Well, I want to make my guest comfortable,” he continued.

He pulled up a stool on the other side of the counter and enjoyed his tea while I continued to enjoy my plain cold water. “Do you want a cookie?” he offered and I declined explaining that I usually didn’t eat in the morning. “But it’s the most important meal of the day!” he argued. I explained that even as a child food was very unappealing until noon, when breakfast seemed like a really good idea.

A friend had asked me to describe the differences between Thai and Malay people and so I posed the question to Timy. He informed me that he didn’t travel to other Asian countries, but preferred Europe or the US as travel destinations. He hadn’t been to Malaysia so his comments were not based on observation. He affirmed my understanding about high levels of diabetes and hypertension which were much less common in other Asian countries except the Philippines where it was similar to Malaysia. The Malay body types were larger and usually darker. I declared that Malaysia was the first Asian country I had been where there were large numbers of very overweight women, men and children.

He declared that Malaysia hadn’t done much promotion of tourism until twenty years ago when they noted that it was bringing lots of revenue to nearby countries such as Thailand and Cambodia. Now, Malaysia competed for tourist money as well as encouraging foreigners to retire there. In all of the Asian cities I visited there was much construction of high rise condos.

He wanted to show me another part of the house and we went across a hallway to the front part of the house where there were two more bedrooms. One was for his brother and the other was a guest room. Both rooms had teak moldings and floors with large windows the let the bright sunlight flood the rooms. The rooms were quite beautiful and attractive.

“Do you want to take a rest?” he offered. I knew what he meant and I affirmed while following him to the bedroom with the queen sized bed. He didn’t remove any clothes but lay down on the left side of the bed face up. I placed my glasses on the side dresser and climbed in next to him. I rested my hand on his chest and leaned in to kiss him softly. I felt him relax from the Reiki touch and he kissed me back sweetly with his eyes closed.

I put my hand under his shirt to feel his smooth hairless athletic chest and enjoyed the sensation as much as he did. I tweaked his nipples lightly and move my hand down to his pants where I felt his cock responding to my touch. I rubbed his dick through his pants until it was quite hard. I wanted to put his cock into my warm mouth, so I helped him slip out of the clothes that were in the way.

I placed my head on his abdomen and moved my mouth over his dick where I gently licked and sucked the head of his uncut cock while he rubbed my soft hair. I wanted more of his cock and lifted my head up so that I could take his hard shaft all the way to the back of my throat.  I pulled his foreskin back and bobbed my head up and down while my hand stoked his cock simultaneously. He moaned and tensed as his dick received the pleasure that he desired and needed. I tickled his balls the way that he liked and stroked the insides of his smooth legs. I was aroused by the texture of his skin and my own cock was responding.

I returned my mouth to his and kissed him with affection and tenderness. He returned those same qualities and I let go to lay on my back. He leaned over and smiled at me. I looked at a man of great intelligence who was letting his left brain take a break while his passion took control. He took off his shirt and my pants and moved between my legs. He stroked my shaft gently while twisting my nipples to encourage my cock to be harder. His efforts were successful and soon my dick was upright, reaching for him. “I want to see you cum today,” he declared with a big smile. I had that same plan and told him so.

He took my hard cock into his mouth and sucked earnestly up and down while using one finger to play with my anal opening. I knew that he was going to fuck me and I wanted to feel him inside me again. He came up from sucking and stroked our two hard cocks together stimulating both of us. We could both have cum like that, but both of us wanted the intimacy of penetration.

Timy obtained some lube from the side dresser and tucked a pillow under my ass while also placing a towel there. He liberally lubed me and his cock before lifting my legs up into the air to fully expose my eager opening. He slowly slipped his hard dick into my ready opening and I could feel his shaft make headway as he pressed forward. He continued to hold my legs up until I felt his balls press against my ass. It felt so wonderful to have this sexy man inside me again.

He pushed my legs up over my head and began to use long deep thrusts which stimulated both of us. He let go of one of my legs and began to stroke my mostly hard cock. Before long, my cock was just as hard as his and we were both pushing to please the other. I took over stroking my cock so that he could focus on his penetrating thrusts. I smacked my hard dick against his firm abdomen which caused him to thrust faster and harder. “I’m very close,” he warned me and at that instant I sprayed his abdomen and mine with my own cum. He tensed with the stimulation of my sperm and shot his load deep inside me with multiple aftershocks of orgasm.

He fully collapsed on top of me and I felt the sweat on the back of his neck wetting his dark hair at the base. He exhaled fully and I held him close to me while I lowered my legs. “That was wonderful,” I declared but he could only exhale. He soon rolled over and expressed a huge exhale up to the ceiling from his supine position. I tucked the towel between my legs and rolled over to rest my head on his attractive chest.

We talked about the Covid-19 virus and I asked if the serum technique looked promising. He suggested that it was so far the best path given that it had worked well for SARS. It was refreshing to talk to a man of science given the absence of science from so many people.

I asked about the pink school I had passed on my walk to him. He informed me that it was attached to the temple and was used as a regular school in addition to teaching religion. He reminded me that a hundred years ago, most children received education from a religious school.

He got up from the bed and took a quick shower while I lay resting. When I heard that the water was off, I put on my own clothes. He dressed and we returned to the kitchen counter area where he said, “Would you like some fruit?” I accepted his offer and he pulled a clear plastic bag from the refrigerator. I could see that there were slices of mango and another fruit that was new to me. Both were cut in thick slices but the unknown fruit had a white flesh like a soft apple. He put out a small bowl of the two fruits and a small dipping container that had a mix of sugar, salt and chilis. I didn’t use that on the mango which was ripe and delicious needing no augmentation, but I did use it on the other fruit after tasting the plain flesh. The addition of the dipping mixture was quite delightful.

Timy commented on the pottery he was using and declared that it all came from the Japanese second hand store. He pointed out his significant collection in the nearby cabinet. He informed me that the items were sold by weight which was a new concept for me in buying dishes. I had been in the large second hand store during my December visit and was quite amazed by the selection of used items including clothes, shoes, kitchenware and furniture.

I noted that he was getting tired and I knew that he often enjoyed taking a Saturday afternoon nap following his morning of tennis. With the Covid restrictions in place, his tennis court was closed. I sensed he was happier that he had been sweating with a naked man instead of sweating on the tennis court.

I suggested that it was time to depart and he didn’t suggest otherwise, but said, “I’m having trouble keeping my eyes open.” We both laughed as we headed for the front of the house where I had left my shoes. He reminded me to keep hydrated as he pointed to my half full bottle of water. He used the electronic clicker to open the elaborately designed gate and I waved back as I passed into the noise of the nearby busy road. I exhaled and began my walk while savoring the joyful feeling of being intimate with this sexy intelligent man.

Timy in the time of Covid-19

When the weather changed to the rainy season, Timy sent me an email on a sexual website asking if I had noted how the air had cleared from the mountain. I certainly had. We had a short exchange of emails and I decided to switch to WhatsApp so that I could text him which would be more efficient. We had used that app to communicate in the past. I didn’t hear back from him for a few days, so I sent another text which didn’t get a response either. I figured that he must have been very busy with his medical work and chose not to pester him.

After three weeks, I noted that he was online on the website where we had connected, so I wrote to him to declare that I was glad to see him there and that I had sent him messages on the other app. Timy informed me that he had closed his WhatsApp account because of an annoying person. That explained the absence of reply but didn’t explain why the app hadn’t inform me that my messages were going to a closed account. That was bad programming. Timy suggested that we use email for communication.

We made a plan to meet the next day at my place at 10 AM. Neither of us liked getting up early and that’s a reasonable time for a morning session. He was fifteen minutes early, but I expected him to be, so that meant that he was only technically early. I went down to the lobby to let him into the secure area. He was wearing dress pants and shoes with a freshly ironed buttoned down short sleeve shirt. He looked crisp and professional, like a medical professor.

Even before Covid-19, Thai people didn’t greet with touch and I always had to hold myself back from a handshake or a hug because I was a very tactile person. I was successful with Timy, even when we were alone in the elevator since he would not have been comfortable. We entered my space and he asked me if the pool had been opened. I declared that it was supposed to be opened the day before but it wasn’t. I had seen a couple of people in the pool in the morning so I was going to be hopeful.

Timy told me about an incident the day before, when the pool at his club where he played tennis was opened. One Caucasian male was in the pool which was still green from not having been treated. They informed the man that the chemicals had just been put into the pool and that the pool was not safe for use. The man remained standing in the green water expressing his frustration. These were trying times.

Timy had informed me that we had two hours before he had to leave, so I knew that I didn’t need to rush into sex with him, but I hadn’t been with anyone for weeks and neither had he, so chemistry became the driver of the morning. He hadn’t shaved and had bristly dark hairs above and below his lips which were very manly and attractive. I had trimmed my moustache to almost the same level.

I approached him and we had a very sensual kiss as I began to undo the top buttons of his finely pressed shirt. I reached inside and was reminded of how much I enjoyed his smooth hairless Asian skin. Timy was just second-generation Chinese in Thailand so there hadn’t been enough time for the genes to mix with some of the more native Thai people who could have some body hair. I held the back of his head just as he held the back of mine in our sensual embrace that included humming sounds of satisfaction as I played with his hairless nipples.

I had thought about shaving the area around my nipples where there were a dozen or so hairs, but then I thought maybe Timy prefered some hair. Perhaps that was one of the things that attracted him to Caucasian men. I didn’t ask him about that but felt that one day I would ask about his preference. The more I was with him the more questions I had about such minor details.

As we pressed our clothed bodies together, there was arousal taking place in both of us. His bulging cock pressed toward me and mine toward him. There was stimulation of multiple areas as our lips and tongues played and hands rubbed nipples and clothed dicks. It was a sensual prelude to the abandonment of clothing. Shirts came off. His was carefully placed while mine was just tossed. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor as I bent over to pull his cock out from his tight dark jockey shorts. He was fully hard and ready for my warm mouth.

I could barely tell that he was uncut because his hard cock was pressing forward to meet me eagerly. Neither of us had had sex in weeks, and our dicks were driving us to try to procreate with each other, even though that was quite impossible. Timy moaned as I licked the head of his dick before taking it into my warm mouth. It was satisfying to have his cock where I wanted it.

He rubbed my hair and my back as I took his shaft all the way into my mouth. Timy had a longer cock than most Asians and he could readily reach the back of my throat when I sucked him all the way in. That aroused him the most. He held my head in place and pumped his hard cock back and forth until he decided it was time to be on the bed.

We both finished getting naked and as he went to lay down on the bed, I pulled him back to the end of the bed where I had placed a towel for me to sit. I directed him to stand in place while I sucked on his hard dick for a long time. I had really missed working his shaft with my warm mouth and I was not going to let him get away with a short sucking.

Eventually, I allowed him to take a supine position on the bed and I placed my naked body directly on top of him. He took my hard cock and placed it between his legs and I made multiple thrusts while his hard cock was pressing into my abdomen. We were kissing and nibbling on each other’s neck while our lower bodies were engaged in more aggressive movements. His strong hands were working the muscles of my back.

I rolled over onto my side and he lifted himself up to a kneeling position before plunging down onto my cock with his warm mouth. I had been missing the way he gave such good attention to my dick. While he was sucking, he reached up and played with my nipples which caused me to be fully aroused.

“I want to fuck you today,” I declared in my best bedroom voice. “You let me do it once before,” I continued when he didn’t answer. “You know that you are too big for me,” he answered honestly. “It was so painful the last time and I have to go to work next. I don’t want to be walking funny or dripping while at work,” he joked and we both laughed at the image of the professor at the university in that condition. At least he would be able to get cheap treatment.

I relented and he determined that he wanted to make me orgasm. He began to suck me more intently and then moved to stroking my cock using his saliva as a lube. He twisted my nipples while he stroked me with intent. I tried to hold back but it had been five days since I had last masturbated and I was so ready to release. My load went high up in the air before landing on his chest and mine. “Oh, you made a lot of cum today,” he declared with a satisfied smile. He continued to stroke me until I was too sensitive and had to make him stop.

He tossed me a small towel from the nightstand and lay down next to me while I recovered my energy. “You know I deleted WhatsApp because you and this other guy were the only ones and he was very annoying,” began Timy. “We had been communicating and he was a nice looking man from the US, just like you. But when I told him that in all of Thailand, we only had 3000 cases of Covid-19, he said “I don’t believe you. Your government is lying to you about the number of cases.” Timy was dumbfounded. “Why would he say that to me? So, I told him that I’m a professor in the largest medical center in the country and if there were a lot of cases, I would know it.” “No you’re not. You’re just telling me that,” continued the American aggressively. Timy decided that the man was no longer attractive and didn’t send a responding text. Thirty minutes later the man used the app to make an International phone call to Timy who was flummoxed by the aggressiveness and decided to delete the entire app right then and there.

“I knew that you had my email, and in Thailand we us LINE, not WhatsApp,” he explained. Now that I understood the story I was confused as to why the app wouldn’t have informed me that my messages were being sent to a deleted account. With email I always got a non-delivery notice when it didn’t go through. This was odd as well as Timy’s story. There seemed to be so much anger and aggressive behavior in the US.

I decided that it was time to suck some more cock so I leaned over onto Timy’s smooth body and took his non-energetic cock into my warm mouth where it remembered its purpose and rose to the occasion. Before long it was pushing against the back of my throat, just the way that I liked. “Do you want me to fuck your ass?” he asked openly. “Maybe I will just eat you today,” I declared. “I can’t cum that way,” he determined and I replied, “Well I guess I’d better give you my ass then.”

He made the bed ready with a pillow and towel while I lubed up my opening. His cock was fully hard while mine had enjoyed its fun already. I lay on my back and he moved into a kneeling position with his dick pressed up against my wet opening. He pushed in further than he had intended and I gasped from the amount that his shaft filled me. He slowly pushed in more until his balls were pressed firmly against me. He lifted my legs higher and adjusted himself so that he could plunge all the way inside.

He began slow rhythmic thrusts that felt so good and I saw that he was enjoying the process himself with a big smile on his face. He pushed my legs up over my head and came down to kiss me sweetly on my ready lips. He humped me gently in that position for a couple of minutes before returning to his kneeling position. He began to fuck me with intention and full energy. His face became focused and intense as his cock smacked hard into me time after time. I fully enjoyed his masculine approach of taking my ass for his pleasure. He gave five hard thrusts and then shot his load deep inside me. He took no time in collapsing on top of me and kissing me once he had regained his normal breathing. I held him tightly with my legs and arms keeping our naked bodies locked together in sexual embrace.

He popped out quickly and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I just used the towel to clean up and remained on the bed enjoying my sexual afterthoughts of pleasure. He returned refreshed and with a lighter energy. He plopped down on the bed next to me and asked me if I had used any Viagra today which I affirmed. “My blood pressure meds make my erection not as hard as I like so I’ve been using it for a long time with very limited side effects,” I replied. “It’s such a good drug,” he returned knowledgeably.

That began the conversation about my ability to get my prescription meds from Thai pharmacies without prescriptions and for much less than I was paying in the US. He declared that there was an even cheaper pharmacy near me and he knew the man who had been running it for thirty years. I then provided Timy with the box of Korean Ginseng I had bought at a Thai herbal store and asked him to translate for me. I had used ginseng for years to increase energy and general health. The capsules also contained krachiadum which was Thai black ginseng which I didn’t know anything about. There were six other ingredients that were only in Thai and I couldn’t read them so I needed his assistance. They were more herbs from mushroom families and in small amounts. I offered some of my pills to Timy declaring that I had noticed a difference in the activity of my cock the day after I started taking the pills. He declined and we moved onto my other question I had planned.

I asked for his professional opinion about seeing an internist to get some feedback on my current health including having blood work done. He suggested the nearby hospital and declared that they could tell me at the beginning what the cost would be but it would be less than $60 US. He asked what I wanted to know about my blood and I informed him that it was mostly to check my cholesterol and blood sugar. Timy informed me that at the clinical services where he worked, I could just get my blood tested and didn’t need a doctor. That would be the cheapest way. “I could drive you there now since I’m going to work,” he kindly offered. I accepted his remarkable offer and information.

We both got dressed and were on a new mission that wouldn’t include sex or touch. I knew where his medical school was on the other side of town about four miles away. I had also lived in that part of town and walked by the large university campus that took up a square mile of buildings and parking lots. “Do you want me to come in with you, or just drop you at the building?” asked Timy. He explained that parking near the clinical services building was impossible and we would both be walking a distance. I was certain that he had a reserved parking spot on the campus near his own building, so I declared that he could just drop me off so that he would still be crisp and professional looking when he arrived at work. It was a typical one hundred degree day in Chiang Mai.

Timy was indeed correct that there was no parking in the area where he was taking me. He explained that they would speak English and I would be fine. I knew that I could trust his knowledge and thanked him again for his kind assistance. He drove off as I approached my destination.

The sliding glass doors opened automatically, but before I could step into the building a young female with medical scrubs and face mask held a temperature gun at my forehead. She had to extend her arm all of the way to reach there since she was less than five feet tall. The measurement came in at 37.6 C (99.68 F) which didn’t worry me because I knew that she would take it again after waiting a minute. I also knew that my temperature was elevated due to the Viagra I had taken earlier that morning. The second attempt was good at 36.7 C and I was welcomed into the building.

Her sentry station was on the left and behind her was a waiting area with about thirty blue plastic seats that were connected in three rows by a metal support structure. Half of the seats had red tape marking X’s to demonstrate proper social distancing. On the right was a reception area with three workers behind clear plexiglass partitions that might have been there before Covid-19. There was a small slot underneath for passing paperwork.   A young woman in scrubs and face mask made greetings and I asked about getting some blood tested. She asked if I had the form and I declared that I did not. She directed me to return to the sentry woman who would assist me.

I did as instructed and the security female provided a form for me to fill out along with a pen. All of the form was in Thai script and totally indecipherable to me. She kindly assisted me in filling out the form making sure that I checked all of the boxes that I wanted tested. I returned to reception and provided my form while asking about the cost. The receptionist entered my information into the computer and asked for my passport which I had not brought with me. I often carried a paper copy of my passport, but that was not in my pocket either. She proceeded without that document and informed me that the cost would be 550 Baht ($17.24). I provided the proper cash and she returned four pieces of paper stapled together. She directed me to the next area for blood collection and I was fortunate that those rooms had English signage.

There were two rooms for collection with metal doors that were both open. Inside the ten foot square rooms there was a clear plexiglass partition dividing the room between patient and provider just like at reception. A single chair was provided on either side. A six inch slot in the plexiglass allowed an arm to extend into the provider’s area for taking the blood. A cushioned arm rest was in place to stabilize the client’s arm. A new young female in medical attire wearing gloves in addition to the face mask directed me to take a seat and position my arm. She secured a red strap across my bicep and asked me to make a fist. She was quite skilled at taking blood and the single sample was done in no time. She placed a small cotton ball on the opening on my arm and secured it with a bandage, just as in the US. She returned my paperwork and informed me that my results would be ready in two and a half hours. I was amazed at how easy this was.

Two hours later I returned to the reception area where I was greeted in a slightly less aggressive manner by the same young female who took my temperature and this time welcomed me directly into the waiting area with a smile behind her face mask. I was early and it felt good to be inside some serious air conditioning after having been in the one hundred degree heat for the previous hour. In the US I would have approached the counter to see if my results were ready but as a foreigner I chose to operate by their rules. At the correct time I approached the reception female who was the same one from earlier wearing her same garb. She took my paperwork and located the one sheet that had my results and returned all of the papers to me. They only kept the electronic record and I got all of the hard copies. The results showed that my cholesterol was good and my sugar was slightly elevated. I would have estimated those numbers but it was good to have a scientific corroboration.

In between these two medical episodes, I had more than two hours to use. I had’t eaten and it was now approaching 1 PM. I knew the area well and chose to head for the grocery store about a mile away. There would be food and AC. As I approached the small mall, I realized that the malls had opened fully just the day before. Perhaps I would be able to locate a new pair of walking shoes. My temperature was checked at the door to the grocery store and I was allowed to enter. The grocery store had the usual twenty customers or so but the mall was mostly devoid of shoppers. Most of the stores were now open and I used the escalators to move from floor to floor. Large red circles had been painted on some of the escalator steps to indicate proper social distancing.

Just outside the grocery store there was a food court area which previously had a large open seating area and about fifteen different vendors providing food. Now there were six vendors and just eight small tables with one chair at each table. Only two customers were eating.

I chose to look for my new shoes first. In a back area on an upper floor I noted a small shoe store that seemed to be a discount place. The store was perhaps twenty square meters with one middle aged saleswoman who was sitting in the back where she could observe anyone approaching. Perhaps she was the store owner. She seemed shocked to see me coming her way and she quickly got up while putting on her face mask. She made a pleasant Thai greeting as I entered and I pointed to my feet which are normal by Caucasian standards, but large by Asian measurement. I informed her that I would need a forty four. I also pointed out the type of walking shoe that I was seeking and her mind and body went into action.

She readily located a handsome pair of black walking shoes and encouraged me to try the one large pair she had. I could fit into the shoe but it was much too tight at the large toe and I knew that it would cause problems. I returned that shoe and she provided a more casual grey pair but it had the same problem. A third pair was also located but the problem persisted and I was thinking it would not be a successful venture. She then located a size forty five in a brown suede that used Velcro to secure the strap that went across. Those shoes were big enough but I had trouble getting the Velcro to be tight enough so that the back wouldn’t slip. I was wearing thin socks that I had bought in Thailand and I knew that I had thicker socks from the US. I decided to make the purchase. There was a new delight on the woman’s face which made me think that she hadn’t made a sale in some time. I provided the Thai equivalent of thirteen US dollars. She had worked so hard to find a shoe big enough for my foot. I wondered if she also thought about the size of my cock. 

I returned to the food court and was happy to see that a noodle vendor who I had used before was one of the opened locations. There were no other customers so I was very promptly greeted with a Thai smile behind her face mask. This woman had served me noodles months before and I placed an order. She asked if it were to eat there and I affirmed. She stir-fried the noodles and some spinach with a soy mixture and placed the food on a paper plate along with wooden chopsticks sealed in plastic wrap. I provided the cash which was less than one US dollar. I added crushed red peppers to the noodles to give them some heat. In previous visits for noodles I would have taken a metal fork from a community use container, but those days were gone now that there were virus concerns. I felt odd sitting at a table with just one chair which was two meters or more away from the other tables with one chair. I observed a mother with a four year old approach an empty table. The woman gave the seat to her son while she ate standing up. These were strange new times.

Jake in Chiang Mai

A new profile was posted on one of the sexual contact websites I was using in Chiang Mai. A tall, single Caucasian fifty year old man posted dick pictures and apologized for doing so. He claimed that the website seemed to require such photos. They were attractive cock pictures and most men did include dick pictures, but Jake only posted dick pictures which informed me that he wasn’t open yet and perhaps wasn’t comfortable with his body.   The additional text that he wrote informed me that he was very open minded and looking to explore with males and females. He listed himself as bicurious. I was listed on this site as bisexual.

We must have noted each other at the same time and he chose to open up a chat. Jake did me the honor of hot listing my profile and becoming my number one fan by providing points. I was flattered but would have contacted him even if he hadn’t made those choices. I hadn’t been with anyone in weeks and I was eager to have a cock in my mouth.

I learned that he lived outside of the city in a small village and he suggested meeting at a coffee shop near me that afternoon. I wasn’t busy and accepted the invitation. He didn’t send a face picture, but declared that he would be easy to spot as the “tall feller.” I wasn’t concerned about identifying him, as there wouldn’t be many, if any, Caucasians in the small coffee shop in the bottom of the neighboring mall. The good element was that it would be airconditioned for the one hundred degree heat of 2 PM.

I tidied my space and cleaned my body to prepare for a sexual event that was likely to happen. I was looking forward to being naked with a tall man. We seemed to be at the same level of eagerness.

I arrived at the shop exactly on time and noted Jake sitting at a single table. The small shop had just one lone chair at each small table, encouraging social distancing. New plexiglass was at the service counter and all three of the employees were wearing surgical masks and clear full facial guards. Jake noted my entrance and I observed that he already had a beverage. I ordered a cappuccino and was asked for the first time in my life “Hot or cold?” Thai people loved ice. I chose hot and paid for the beverage which was presented a couple of minutes later.

Jake encouraged me to take a seat at the neighboring table in the corner and he moved his chair closer to me but still kept a one meter distance. We shook hands and he removed one side of his cloth face mask which dangled from his ear for ten minutes before he removed it altogether. I chose to remove my surgical mask from the beginning since I was having a coffee and there hadn’t been any new cases of the virus in our area for a month. This was a reasonable risk.

We talked about his work and how he came to be in Thailand. I learned that he had been here for eight years but that his first time in Thailand was twenty four years earlier. He had discovered during his first visit that this was the place to be and when he many years later declared this to his wife, she disagreed and they became divorced. I noted a trace of a Germanic accent and asked him about his heritage. “I am Dutch,” he proudly declared with an affable smile.

Jake did work as a graphic designer and in current digital times that meant that he could live anywhere. That was what led him to choose a life in Chiang Mai that included a new Thai wife. The wife came with some of the usual challenges in a farang and Thai relationship. Women in Thailand were mostly servile and viewed their position as a support role for the man. “What can I do for you?” was a common statement. As a liberated Dutchman, Jake found it challenging to be the dominant one in the relationship, but he was very much in love and wanted to please his wife.

He informed me later that it was quite likely his Thai wife had been beaten and raped at some point and retained a desire to recreate that experience. She wanted him to hit her in the face and beat her. This was bad for his arousal state and created frictions and incompatibilities in the relationship. Eventually, she chose to declare that she had never loved him and left. I sensed that his injuries from that relationship were still present. Many good men would have been equally challenged in a relationship such as this one.

We talked about the generosity of spirit in the Thai people and their Buddhist belief structure which could include reincarnation. He spoke of enjoying road trips in his car up into the tribal areas where he would stop at a village and ask for directions. On these occasions, it was not uncommon for him to be invited in for tea and conversation. He had learned enough Thai to get by and we both laughed at how the Thai people were so forgiving when we made mistakes in their language. It was easily done, since it was a tonal language with five intonations for any word. Thai people were never offended at these language attempts, but would reply, “We say it this way. Now you try.” Coming from Europe, Jake had not encountered this simple immediate learning of a language and was impressed with the smiling Thai people.

Jake also told me of a time when he was having tea in a village and a man came walking into the enclave with a rifle and a canvas satchel. Greetings were made and Jake discovered that the rifleman had been shooting squirrels from trees for his family’s dinner. In those remote jungle areas, one could truly live off the land with fruits and root vegetables in abundance. Those Thai people didn’t think about items as possessions owned by someone. Everything was to be shared, even one’s wife.

I asked him if he knew about Reiki and he declared that he only knew a little and I explained the mysterious way that my hands got warm with healing energy. He felt comfortable enough with me to talk about his healing hands experiences. He had even sensed a woman’s cancer and directed her to see a doctor where she did indeed have colon cancer. He seemed unnerved by his capacity and I suggested to him that he just needed more practice to become confident about how it worked.

I told him about a friend who had the capacity to see dead people’s spirits while another could see people’s auras. We agreed that many had talents but it was difficult to find a structure that could lead to confidence.

I was enjoying learning about Jake and felt that we had very similar belief structures even though we came from different backgrounds and had had different life experiences. This led me to ask, “Would you like to visit my place?” “I was just about to ask you,” he sincerely replied. With our common goal we departed the coffee shop and walked five minutes to my group of buildings.

I was staying on the top floor of a newly developed complex with large windows that overlooked the sizeable pool eight floors below. We both removed shoes at the door and Jake commented on how nice the space was but laughed when he saw the small icon of the Eiffel Tower and some post cards of Chiang Mai. It was very touristy for a man who lived here. I offered water which he accepted and we took seats on opposite ends of the black faux leather sofa. In truth there was less than two feet of space between us on the Asian sized sofa.

I commented that when I was in the Pigalle section of Paris, I had seen an Eiffel Tower dildo in pink. He laughed heartily and I knew then that he would never look at the iconic structure the same way again. I asked him about his bisexuality and when it had begun.

Jake was very open on this question and provided tremendous information. He had noticed both boys and girls as a young boy and had begun masturbating in his early teens. There was a neighbor boy who showed his penis when Jake showed his. He wondered if the boy would let him see it again the next day after masturbating to the image that night. His real exploration of activity didn’t begin until his forties which was a common age for one’s sexuality to open.

He began with touching and then sucking and finally moving on to anal. He didn’t mention kissing or intimacy of spirit and he seemed to me much like a married man. I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he informed me that he had a relationship with a married woman and that it was just a good mutual sexual time when they were together. He was fortunate to have found one of those insatiable women. I suspected that he wasn’t ready yet to try another relationship.

I placed my hand on his knee and asked, “Do you want to have a sexual experience?” “Very much so,” he affirmed and rose up to remove his clothes. He was wearing a pullover shirt or I would have undone his buttons for him. He was quite efficient in clothing removal and quickly we were facing each other completely naked. “Nice,” he declared as he looked at my member. “And you have nice tits,” he continued as he took my cock in his hand and moved his mouth onto my left nipple which was pleasantly sensitive. “Married men know how to sensually treat a nipple,” I declared as he provided good stimulation and my dick was responding.

Jake’s uncut cock was average and was slow to become erect, but I persisted and it changed to reach out to me. I bent down and put my mouth on the head of his cock which was just barely protruding from the foreskin. I didn’t retract the skin but just sucked the head for a minute before I took all of his hard shaft into my mouth. I had been missing that sensation and was very much enjoying sucking on his dick. He tousled my hair as he moaned in pleasure.

I righted myself and placed my mouth on his left nipple while stroking his hard, wet cock. He arched his back to push his nipple closer to me. “Come to bed,” I suggested and I lay naked face up in the middle of the bed. Jake took some time to place three metal cock rings on his equipment. They were different sizes and created a sexy manly look.

“I want to suck on your big cock,” he declared as he walked to the bed and stood at the edge. I moved over to place my head in a way that I could suck him while he reached over and stroked my cock. He bent down and put my hard dick into his warm mouth which was very stimulating. I had been missing that sensation. He alternated between sucking and stroking my shaft while I sucked and stroked him. Sometimes the metal cock rings clanged together like bells.

We were both getting quite aroused and I could tell that anal was unlikely. I relaxed into the pleasure he was providing and produced a large cum which he gathered in his mouth. He continued to suck me but more gently now that I had orgasmed. I thought that he would cum then as well but he didn’t.

“Come sit on the edge of the bed,” he suggested and I did so where I could properly fill my mouth with his cock while he stood in front of me. I sucked him for a couple of minutes when he said, “Let me get on the floor.” I was surprised by the large European who was able to do a Thai squat with his legs in ninety degree angles to one another. I could never have done that.

“Put your cock in my mouth,” he directed. I wanted him to be able to orgasm and was willing to do what he asked. “I may not have more,” I informed him honestly. “That’s OK,” he responded while opening his mouth for me to stand and insert my flaccid dick. Jake began to suck earnestly while stroking his cock with one hand and massaging his testicles with the other. He seemed like a total sub in this position and I became more aggressive by holding his head and my dick responded to his oral attention. He was working my cock and his with equal passion. He was getting very worked up but not coming to orgasm.

When I became concerned about his breathing, I suggested that we lay on the bed for a bit. Jake had a serious amount of sweat and his breathing was still labored. I placed my left Reiki hand on his chi spot to help him recover. I moved my hand to his heart chakra and then back again to his chi. The Reiki helped him to relax and his breathing returned to a normal state.

“Can you tell me what the Reiki felt like to you?” I asked sincerely. Jake thought for a moment and said, “I could feel you balancing me. My metabolism got very high and your hand helped me to relax and slow down. It was good.” We talked about energy, chi and balance while I kept my hand on his naked body to continue providing Reiki. I informed him that I used to use a metal cock ring, but that my balls were too sensitive now for the metal. He replied, “I like them. I have a big stack of them and sometimes really stretch myself.”

After a short while, he said, “I would like to try again.” He got up from the bed and returned to his kneeling position. I moved to my standing position with my cock in his face. Before long, I was aroused and giving him a proper face fucking. He worked his dick and this time he was successful. His body tensed and he arched his back while I held onto his head to balance both of us. He shot a big load into his waiting hand and let out a huge exhale of relief.

I obtained a hand towel from near the bed and provided it to Jake who was grateful. I returned to my supine position on the bed while he remained in his kneeling position on the floor, which surprised me. “Do you mind if I ask intrusive questions?” I began. He laughed easily and said, “No, go ahead.” “Do you usually masturbate in a kneeling position?” I queried. “Yes, it seems to work best for me that way,” he rejoined. “Do you feel that you are aroused more by men or women?” I continued probing. “I think that while I enjoy being with women, I am more satisfied when I am with a man. With a woman, there is just a slit, but with a man there is a primal cock. Something to play with,” he returned openly. “How is it for you?” he asked. “I am mostly fifty -fifty,” I responded. “If I am having a lot of sex with a woman, I am missing the man. If I am having a lot of sex with men, then I need some breasts,” I continued. “This is part of what makes it difficult to be in a relationship with just one person,” I concluded.

Jake straightened up and returned to laying face up on the bed and I applied some more Reiki to his chest. “Do you cook?” I asked. Many Thai people didn’t cook and just ate out since it was cheap and delicious to do so. “I mostly eat out. I tried being a vegan but it wasn’t good for my body,” he replied. “Do you eat mostly Thai?” I continued. “No. I like Thai but my body needs grains and beef. I have a good hamburger at least once a week, not the fast food ones,” he declared.

We continued our relaxed conversation in the comfortable bed becoming better acquaintances. “It must be five o’clock,” he declared in rousing himself from the bed. When he checked his phone, he determined that it was forty minutes later than his estimate. He began putting on clothes and I did also since I knew that I would need to walk him past security. We did not make any farewells in my condo.

When we arrived at our separation point in the parking garage of the mall, I declared that I had enjoyed meeting him and held out my hand. We did fist bumps and Jake provided a big smile through his facial mask. “Ya,” he returned. “Let’s keep in touch,” I offered, but I suspected that we might not. We had been very compatible as people, but less so as sexual partners. It was likely that I was only in the latter category for Jake and I was leaving for Pattaya in a few days. He would not seek more from me.

Morgan in Pattaya

I saw him hurriedly walking down the street to meet me. Morgan was my Airbnb host and I had texted him that I had arrived at the location in Pattaya, Thailand. He had an athletic pace and I could determine his well developed chest from his tight fitting shirt. His attractive muscled arms were visible since his shirt had no sleeves. What took me aback was the open, broad smile on his handsome face that showed no cares. I was struck with how handsome he was.

“Hello. Welcome. Let me help with your bag,” Morgan offered as he arrived. We climbed the short flight of stairs to the elevator and he used an electronic card for access. I had chosen this place in Pattaya because it appeared to have good views of the nearby Gulf of Thailand with a long stretch of sandy beach. We arrived at the sixth floor of the nine story building and walked to the end corner unit. Morgan used keys to unlock the door and welcomed me into the condo.

There was a large living area with an L shaped couch. The floor to ceiling glass on the two exterior walls gave way to a magnificent view of the beach. A small galley kitchen would allow some cooking but in Thailand street food and even restaurant food was not expensive. A sliding glass door gave entrance to the large balcony that had a tub for two and comfortable chairs for sitting to take in the beautiful tropical paradise. Morgan pointed to the square white tub and said, “You might have to find a friend to use this.” My mind hoped that it would be he.

He led me to the bedroom with the king size bed that had one wall of glass which looked out onto the neighborhood. He pointed out the TV and we both admitted that it didn’t interest us. “If you’re not busy, you are welcome to join me for a coffee or tea at my house which is just up the street,” he freely offered. “You can be alone, if you want, but I have a friend visiting who enjoys speaking English,” he added. It struck me as a good adventure and I knew that I would enjoy spending some time with this handsome and cheerful man. Because I was attracted to him, I couldn’t accurately sense his sexuality, but it was likely he was straight.

I accepted his offer and made sure that I had all of the things I always took with me when leaving my space. I had phone, money, ID, keys and a plastic bag tucked into a pocket in case I would go to a store. On the walk to his house, I asked Morgan where he was from and he informed me that he was from Slovenia and explained that it had been part of Yugoslavia. He spoke fondly of the forests and rivers which made it a beautiful country. He declared that his friend was also from Slovenia. I asked how long he had been in Thailand and Morgan declared that it was now seven years. He had started a small business and did most of his sales to the US. The Trump tariffs had required him to place a part of the business in the US to avoid the thirty five percent add on.

I discovered a lot of information in the four minute walk to his house, but it was that smile that kept me looking at him while he talked. His house was one of a group of ten four story attached cement houses with patios and balconies. We entered the patio and Morgan introduced me to Peter who was tall, slender and mid-seventies. I was also introduced to Romy who was heavyset and late seventies. Romy didn’t have much hair, but Peter had a full head of white. Both were very welcoming and open to having a stranger in their company.  I took a seat next to Peter and Morgan offered me coffee or tea and I requested some water. A young Thai woman who was in the doorway was directed by Romy to get my request. She returned a minute later with a glass of cold water and we exchanged Thai greetings. A short while later David arrived on his motorbike and I introduced myself to him in English. Another white haired Slovenian was joining the group.

They all spoke English but it was Peter and Morgan who had the best speaking ability. The others spoke sometimes in their native tongue but always English when addressing the one non-Slovenian. I noted that most of them were smoking cigarettes and I asked if Peter had smoked because he was not. He affirmed that he used to be a smoker but now he mostly didn’t. I congratulated Morgan on not joining in smoking. I already knew that he was a health conscious man. I asked Peter about the cost of cigarettes in Thailand since I never bought them myself. He informed me that a pack was two euros, much less than in the US.

They asked me questions about my travels and time in Thailand and if I were planning to stay. I told them about selling my house and just living from a suitcase which surprised them that I would do that at my age. “You don’t want to buy a house somewhere and settle down?” Peter queried. I declared that I was unlikely to own property again and that I hadn’t found one place to settle but a few. I explained about my special times in Italy and in Greece as well as in much closer Penang in Malaysia. They appreciated my wanderlust and accepted me as I was.

Peter talked about his work as an audio engineer for radio and television and sometimes film. He had been self-taught and then trained others. I declared that I had had a couple of careers like that myself in pastry and technology. We talked about language and Peter declared that not many people outside of Slovenia spoke his native tongue. He liked to do his business negotiations in English because he knew that he spoke it better than his German and Italian counterparts. He joyed at having this advantage.

I sensed that Peter was well traveled and had a good world view, so I asked him which country seemed to have the best system of government. He thought it a good question and paused while he considered it. Scandinavian countries came to his mind because of their human values and good quality of life leading to happiness in general. I declared that while that was true, they were too cold for me. We all had a good laugh as we sat in the ninety degree heat of Thailand.

Morgan asked if I wanted to try some Slovenian food that he had made. I hesitated and he politely insisted that I should try just a bit. He was gone for just a few minutes and Romy declared that Morgan was a good cook. He returned with a full plate of two items, diced boiled potatoes with some oil and parsley and a hash of pork and cabbage. Morgan explained that the cabbage was brined for ten days with whole peppercorns before it could be used. I could readily taste the acidity of the shredded cabbage and it provided a good back taste to the salty pork. The food was quite delicious and I was happy to have a European meal. I took my time and slowly consumed all of the food on the plate. When I was finished, the Thai woman came by to clear my plate and fork.

Evening was coming on and I didn’t want to intrude on the Slovenian group more than I had. I also had to get in some food shopping before I settled in for the night. I thanked Morgan who directed another broad smile my way. “Come, stop by for coffee whenever you like,” he generously offered. I bid my farewells to the men who also returned smiles and waves, but none were as attractive as Morgan’s smile.

A few days later I had a serious leak in a pipe in my bathroom. I had just taken an early afternoon shower to cool down from the heat when I noted that a spray of water was coming from under the sink. Fortunately, it was a fully tiled bathroom and a nearby drain was absorbing the excess water, but I was concerned about all of the water being consumed. I checked the leaky area and determined that it was not something I could address. I called Morgan and alerted him to the issue. He declared that he would come right down.

In less than five minutes he was knocking on the door. I welcomed him and directed him to the leaking area. Morgan determined that the leak was coming from a small water heating unit and he shut it off. He asked me if I used the hot water and I declared that I always took short showers before the water had time to heat up. I declared that he didn’t need to fix it then if the leak was secured. He assured me that it would be fine and he joked that it was only Thai women who used hot water. Everyone else was already hot and sweating from the heat, so cold water was always used. Morgan informed me that he enjoyed taking ice baths to shock his body. I hoped it didn’t shock his cock as well.

He asked me if there were any other issues in the condo since he didn’t live there and it hadn’t been occupied for some time. I directed him to a couple of small electrical issues but had made workarounds so they didn’t need to be addressed until after I departed. I assured him that I was enjoying the space, particularly the large balcony with a view to the water.

I made a joke with him by asking if there were an app that helped Slovenians find one another and if that’s how he met his friends. He enjoyed my humor about his group and it lightened his mood. I then gently asked about sexuality. “You know, in many countries when a handsome young man is in a group of much older men, that can mean something.”  He understood my query and declared that it was just a group of countrymen who were socializing as a safe group because of the current virus issues. He went on to tell me that Peter and David who I met a few days ago had come to the swimming pool at his building. Both were wearing the same small orange bathing suits. “Are you trying to tell us something?” Morgan had asked them. I was glad that he was not offended by my question.

“I made some rye bread earlier today. Would you like to come and try some?” he offered in his typically generous manner. I never turned down fresh bread, especially if it was handmade. I put on my sandals and grabbed my usual gear to head out the door. As we walked the short distance to his house, Morgan explained the methods and flours used in making the bread. As a former pastry chef, I was always interested to hear methods from other countries. I congratulated him on having many good qualities to be a wife. He declared that I was not the first one to note his domestic talents.

We removed shoes at his door and went into the back kitchen area. On a large wooden cutting board rested a fifteen inch round boule of dark bread. About one quarter of it had already been consumed. Morgan took a large knife and cut a six inch long thick slice of the bread for me. I could hear the solid crunch sound as the blade cut through the crust. That was a welcome sound. “Having a bread like this must mean you have an oven,” I commented. Most Thai homes didn’t have ovens since cooking was done on a grill or an electric surface. He proudly pointed out the oven behind me which he had used for the bread.

From the refrigerator he took a container of “paprika”, which was roasted red peppers and Thai chili peppers made into an appetizer spread. It was quite delicious and had more sweetness from the red peppers than heat from the chilis. Perhaps his Slovenian friends didn’t like spicy food as much as Morgan who had declared earlier that he always added Thai peppers to his eggs. He got excited that I liked his food and took another refrigerator item for me to try. “This one is not healthy,” he honestly declared. He explained that it was a pork fat product that he made. He took off a thick one inch slab and put it on my bread. I broke it into two portions explaining that I did the same thing with cheese. It was a pure fat product and didn’t have the bacon flavor I had hoped but the bread was still very satisfying.

While we were eating, two Thai women appeared in the patio area and greeted Morgan. Both appeared in their mid thirties.  Emy had on makeup and sexy clothing. She wore a denim jacket with pointed metal studs and the shoulders had been cut out to reveal bare flesh. The other woman had shoulder length hair and was more fully clothed in a black dress that flared to the knees. Both were wearing facial masks, but Emy took hers off to speak displaying her bright red lipstick. She asked about Romy and Morgan declared that he was sleeping upstairs. Emy asked about a massage for Romy or Morgan who declared that there was not an interest. I asked Emy about the fabric missing from her shoulders and she smilingly said, “To make sexy.” Morgan turned to me and asked, “Do you want a massage?”

I had planned to go to a local massage salon that afternoon and here it was coming to me. I asked about the price and Emy declared that it was 200 Bhat for Thai massage and 300 Bhat for oil massage. These were standard Thai rates equivalent to seven and ten dollars US. I declared an interest in a one hour oil massage and Emy suggested maybe two hours would be better. I stuck to the one hour and we settled that now was a good time. She informed me that the other woman was the massage therapist. Emy asked about staying at Morgan’s during the massage and I informed her that I had a nice balcony with a view of the water. That spoke to her and we confirmed our plan.

Emy asked Morgan if it were OK to leave her car at his place and he confirmed that it was fine. I thanked Morgan for his help and the bread. “Maybe now you will enjoy a nice massage,” he declared with his broad smile. The women and I started walking to my nearby building. After thirty feet Emy asked, “How far is it?” I pointed to the building 400 feet away and she determined that it would be better to take the car. I was going to continue walking, but Fuen, the other woman, suggested I also use the car. I might have been uncomfortable getting into a stranger’s car, but these were people known to Morgan, so there was some trust.

Emy pulled up the large black SUV and I got in on the front passenger seat for the short drive to my building. I directed her to park in the lower level garage since there were plenty of empty spaces because the building was lightly occupied due to the lack of tourists in Thailand. I escorted them to the elevator and into my condo. Emy was pleasantly surprised by the great balcony with beautiful views. It would be an OK place to spend an hour while Fuen gave me my massage. During the short drive I had asked Emy how she knew Morgan and she declared that she was a friend of Romy for seven years and we both agreed that he was a nice man. That information increased my sense of comfort with strangers in my space.

Fuen noted the large bed in the bedroom and went into the bathroom to get herself ready for work. I placed a towel on the bed and removed all of my clothes. Fuen returned from the bathroom and closed the bedroom door. She was wearing black yoga pants and a burgundy short sleeved top that was very tight fitting and showed that she had large breasts for an Asian woman. She was still wearing her face mask which she kept on for the whole session.

Fuen placed the towel where she wanted on the bed and I lay on it face down. She obtained another towel from the nearby shelf and placed it over my naked body. She was going to start the massage by the book. She reminded me of the cost and I affirmed. She used the covering towel to wipe my body completely dry before she put oil on her hands. She lowered the towel to fully expose my back and stood by the side of the bed to begin the massage. Her hands were small but strong and she had good massage skills. She readily located the issues in my shoulders and periodically checked to make sure that the pressure she was using was OK. There was some pain but that was to be expected given that I hadn’t been massaged in almost a year and my body really needed the attention.

Fuen then climbed onto the bed and placed herself in a kneeling position resting her small body on my thighs. She remained in this position for five minutes while she finished massaging my back and shoulders. She then used the towel to absorb some of the oil and to use Thai pressure techniques to release tensions in my shoulders. This included forearm presses but no elbows. She left the towel on top of my back and buttocks as she removed the towel from my left leg.

Fuen applied oil to my thigh and calf muscles in a gentler way than she had with my back. She seemed more sensual and her hand glided all the way up the inside of my thighs but unfortunately she didn’t touch anything improper. I got halfway aroused but I was tucked forward and she may not have noted the change. She used the same technique for the right leg, but this time she lifted the leg to rest somewhere on her body so that it was elevated. That also provided some arousal. I was disappointed when she chose not to massage my firm buttocks which loved attention.

After about thirty minutes, she declared that it was time to turn over and she held the top towel while I not so nimbly turned face up. Fuen placed the towel fully onto my body and returned to doing the legs one at a time. She sat on the end of the bed and lifted my right leg onto hers and tucked her body fully into the space between my legs, bunching up the towel that was hiding my enlargement. I was hoping that she would toy with me, but that didn’t happen. She treated the left leg the same way but increased the sensuality of her touch.

When she finished with my legs she climbed onto my thighs and into her kneeling position to massage my chest. This was almost completely sensual and I was hoping that she would put her covered breasts in my face, but alas it didn’t take place. She didn’t spend much time on my bare chest but determined that it was time to massage my head. She asked me to sit up and she placed herself behind me using the headboard to support herself while she had me lean my head against her chest. This was most pleasurable and I was enjoying her feminine touch. After sensually massaging my head, she pushed me forward and did some more massage on my back. She removed herself and had me back in my supine position. She returned to sensually massaging my legs and asked, “Two hours?” I had contemplated this offering and had already determined that it would happen so I readily agreed.

She more sensually massaged my legs with this economic turn of events. She also more directly tucked her body against my cock but didn’t touch anything with her hands. I had fantasized that Emy would at some point check in and join us for some fun, but I wasn’t surprised when it didn’t happen. I was also not surprised that my massage was going to be non-sexual.

I needed the body work and was happy to provide money to these friendly women. Fuen had me turn face down again and applied a menthol balm to my back which was pleasant and cooling. The second hour of massage included Thai stretches and she discovered that while much of me was reasonably flexible, my runner’s legs didn’t bend into Thai positions and she laughed pleasantly when I couldn’t bend. Thai people were so flexible that even people in their 80’s were seen fully squatting on their haunches and able to get up from that position without assistance. I would have just fallen over. During the second hour of the massage Fuen did massage my ass but not for very long.

During the massage her phone alerted her a number of times and she apologized while texting responses and in one case returned a call with a brief statement. At the conclusion of the session, Fuen declared that she was finished and returned to the bathroom to put on her black dress. I remained on the bed enjoying the relaxation that she had brought but then got up to put on clothes.

Emy was sitting on the balcony where she had smoked a few cigarettes. I looked over her shoulder to her phone screen and noted that she was looking at pictures of women’s faces. I slid the glass door open noisily to alert her to my presence. She smiled attractively and came into the living room where she took a seat on the sofa. She asked if I liked the massage and I affirmed that it was very good. Fuen returned from the bathroom wearing her black dress and took a seat on the sofa next to Emy. That was when Emy gave me her name and introduced her sister who did not speak much English. We traded phone numbers and Emy asked how much longer I would be in Pattaya. I declared that it was just a couple more days and she asked how long I stayed in Thailand.

I informed them that this was my fourth time in Thailand with the longest time up in Chiang Mai due to the Covid virus. They understood that issue of no travel and asked when I would return. I suggested a year and Emy made sure that I would call her. I provided a 1000 Bhat note for payment and they returned 400 Bhat. Two of those bills I gave back as a tip and received a Thai thank you from both women.

I asked Emy if she did massage and she demurely declared that she did not have the skills. I then asked if she knew how to cook and her face lit up since she had those skills. “You can eat Thai food?” she queried and I affirmed that I liked spicy food. “Next time I will cook for you and my sister will make you a massage,” Emy offered with a charming smile which was enhanced by her bright red lipstick.

Now that there was a future plan, they determined that it was time to depart. I hadn’t eaten much and it was nearing 5 PM, so I was ready to be by myself again. They put on their shoes and we made Thai farewells at the door. I wondered what the Chinese family down the hall was thinking as they heard two sets of female shoes departing from my room.

Pen in Pattaya

I could tell from his profile that he was short, but it was only when we met that I realized I would be having sex with the shortest person ever in my life. I was in Pattaya on the Eastern coast of the Gulf of Thailand. In the 1970’s it was a sex haven for US soldiers on R&R. Some of that remained, but Pattaya had remade itself into a place where families could bring their children to the long stretches of beach. Jomtien Beach was just such a place and I was able to locate a very nice condo with a balcony that looked at the water 150 meters away. A beautiful and idyllic scene except for the constant sound of the roosters which were necessary for the large amounts of chicken that was consumed in Pattaya.

Pen wrote to me while I was still in Chiang Mai in the North of Thailand and expressed an interest in meeting. It had been a long time since I had been with a bottom, but small Thai men were very appealing in that position. I declared that a meeting would be good and after I arrived in Pattaya I let him know that I was available and could easily host.

He wrote back a day later and we exchanged numbers so that we could more easily connect by texting. I learned that he had been working in the restaurant business but due to Covid-19 his restaurant was closed. He had time and so did I so we set up a meeting for late in the afternoon on a Friday.

My group of buildings had security guards and gates to secure the entrance. I suspected correctly that Pen would arrive on a motorbike and be stopped by security. I waved to the guard that it was OK and the gate was opened. My building didn’t have a lot of occupancy, so there was plenty of room for him to park his bike right next to the elevator. I think that he exaggerated about being 4’11” or that was his height when wearing heels. I commented on his height and he laughed, “Yes, I’m a little man.” Pen was wearing tight black pants and a black tee shirt. His straight black hair was done in a Thai style that included a short ponytail on top. He also had some light facial hair, but Thai people didn’t produce much body hair.

My space was very comfortable without using the air conditioning since there were breezes that came in from the gulf. The bedroom was in the rear though and I knew that it would get warm with two naked bodies, so I had put on the AC and the ceiling fan which made the room ready for the heat of sex.

I showed Pen my space and we walked onto the balcony so that he could enjoy the view. As was the Asian custom, shoes were removed at the door. “Very nice,” he accurately declared as we both took in the sea breeze. I informed him that I had put the AC on in the bedroom and we walked the short distance to be cooler. The room was large and had a king-sized bed where I took a seat. He sat next to me and immediately put his hand on my leg. He quickly moved his hand inside my shorts to play with my cock. At that point I decided that it would be more comfortable to be naked and removed my shorts and shirt. Pen removed his clothes and we stood naked facing one another although I had to look down.

In our texting, I had asked what he liked to do since his profile was not very informative. He declared that kissing, oral and bottoming were on the list, but that he really liked to have a mouthful of cum. He began by fondling my dick and stroking it in his direction in hopes of making more out of me. I responded well and toyed with his small nipples but I quickly sensed that his nipples were not an erogenous zone.

I moved to pulling on his ear lobes and massaging the back of his neck, but discovered that those weren’t his places either. I gave in to the male central tool and began to stroke his small cock which was in proportion to his size. He responded with some hardening and some deeper breathing. His work on my cock was having its desired effect and he said, “Very thick.  Mmmmm.” I had thought with his comment about cum in his mouth that he would sit on the bed and provide some oral but that didn’t happen.

He lay back naked on the bed and I climbed on top of his small smooth body. I placed my hard cock between his legs and kissed him with passion. I thrust my cock between his legs and knew that I was stimulating his smooth balls. He kissed me back with equal passion and I felt his small hard cock pressing against my abdomen. I slid down and sucked him for a little before I moved up fully onto the bed with my cock near his face.

He took me in his mouth and sucked me hungrily for a couple of minutes. I pressed his head down onto my cock so the he would take me deeper, but he had some spatial limitations that prevented deep throating. I thought that he might climb on top of me and rub his ass on my cock but instead he moved into a 69 position and I took his dick into my mouth. I also spent some time licking his smooth balls and I located another good spot for him.

I took some saliva and rubbed it on his opening which was really tight. I wasn’t sure if I could get him loose enough for penetration. Pen responded well to the ass play and he became more animated in his sucking of my shaft.

“Do you have any oil or gel?” he asked. I affirmed that I had some oil and got up from the bed to get it from the nearby night stand. I rubbed some on my cock and he moved to the edge of the bed with his legs lifted as high as they would go. I used the oil and fingered his ass so that I could get a digit inside and stretch his hole. I asked him to turn over onto his stomach which he did and I fingered his ass some more before I moved my oiled cock into position.

I knew that I would have to take my time and started by just rubbing my shaft along his smooth ass crack. He arched his back and exposed himself more so I was encouraged to slip the head of my cock inside. He took it but I could tell that he was not comfortable. I slipped back out and used my finger again until I sensed that he was ready.

I pushed my dick in just an inch and waited as he dealt with the discomfort. I pushed in further but after just three inches were inside, he determined that it was too much. He rolled over onto his back and tucked a pillow under his ass to make himself more exposed and elevated for me. “Use more oil,” he declared and I followed his direction for both my cock and his ass. I had to really bend my knees to get low enough so that my dick was in the right position. I slid in with greater ease this time and he didn’t complain as I pushed in half way.

“You make me so full,” he sincerely declared while smiling. I pulled back and pushed in to just that same halfway mark and started to thrust with more force but only to the halfway point. As I sensed his body giving in to my aggression, I pushed in deeper. I saw his eyes widen as my cock increasingly filled his ass. I didn’t dare to push in all of the way. I didn’t want to have to stop or pull out.

I lay fully on top of him with his legs in the air and my cock filling his hole. I fucked him like that for five minutes before I moved to a half standing half kneeling position where I could watch my dick penetrating him. Watching my hard shaft sliding into his smooth ass was very stimulating. “Your cock is so big,” he declared as he began stroking his own. We stayed in this position for a few minutes before I felt him tighten around my dick. I knew that he was about to cum and I encouraged him to do so. “Yes. Let me see you cum,” I directed. He stroked with more vigor and I felt him tighten around me again. He squeezed his face as well as his cock as he shot a full load of white cum onto his brown chest.

I withdrew my hard dick from him, knowing that I would not orgasm in that position. I tossed him a hand towel which he used to tidy his chest. I lay down on the bed on my back. “You not cum?” he asked and I began to stroke my cock in response. He had learned enough about me to move directly to my nipples where he kissed and twisted them until I became fully hard again. I thought that he would put his mouth on my cock to take my orgasm but like many men, after he orgasmed, he was less stimulated to do so. I shot a full load of sperm onto my tanned chest and exhaled the release deeply from my lungs. “Very big,” he declared with a satisfied smile.

Pen tossed me the used hand towel I had given him and he lay down beside me with his hand on my leg. “Can you do two?” he asked hopefully and I laughed. “I am happy to do one now,” I responded honestly. We lay there quietly for a moment before he declared, “I need to take a shower.” I directed him to the bathroom and provided him with a towel. I lay back down on the bed to enjoy the post sexual relaxation. When I heard the shower water get turned off, I got up from the bed and put on my clothes.

“I need some water,” I heard coming from the bedroom where Pen was returning to his clothed state. I placed a glass of cold mineral water on the table and took a seat on the balcony to look out at the Gulf of Thailand while I drank some water myself. He located the water and came out to the balcony for another look at my neighborhood. Pen took the seat next to me and we enjoyed the view together.

I asked him about the corrugated metal roof community which was just below my balcony. He informed me that they were likely migrant construction workers which made sense to me since I had seen similar housing situations in other parts of Thailand as well as in Cambodia. I commented that I had seem women on the construction sites and he informed me that they were most likely not Thai women but Cambodian or from Myanmar. Construction was not work that Thai women sought.

I thought about asking him out for dinner, but I didn’t feel like we had much conversation left in us. Perhaps he was waiting for me to ask, but he didn’t broach any food topic himself. As the dark of evening crept across the water, we stayed in silence listening to the people on the nearby beach and the waves crashing against the shore.

“I have to go,” he declared and I didn’t suggest an alternative as we both got up from our seats. I escorted him to the garage level where he had parked his motorbike. He put on his helmet and before he mounted his bike, we did Thai farewells. It was a good thing that he had a smaller than average bike to match his size. Neither of us chose to meet again.

Adult Movie Theater in Bangkok

It was not the first time that I had been to a movie theatre of this nature, one where the actual movie was of no importance to the moviegoers. We were all there to make physical connections in the dark corners and recesses of the theatre with hands reaching for crotches and asses. A theatre such as this was open in Saphan Kwai, Bangkok where I visited.

When I was a freshman in college in New York City, the large xxx movie theatres of Times Square were still in operation. Four of us males took the D train from the Bronx to see what adventures could be had. As a group, it seemed less seedy and more like an exploration. We all sat in a row watching the large breasts covered with whipped cream. On the big screen they were really enormous. No memory exists of anyone of us rubbing ourselves because we were all still young and mostly good boys.

Twenty years later the only movies like this in New York were now in small venues on ninth avenue. There I went alone and learned that men knew how to give really good blow jobs. All I had to do was take a seat in the straight theater and before long someone would come sit next to me and if I didn’t stop them unzipping my pants, then I was accepting that a warm mouth was coming next. In the room with gay porn, lots more took place but at the time I was mostly just an oral bisexual.

In the decaying large cities of the US, some of the old movie theatres changed to the xxx format to be able to survive some more years. Most, if not all, were now gone. Small movie theatres currently exist in many adult bookstores but those venues were not much bigger than a living room. Nonetheless, they all had in common the darkened lighting and furtive sexual activity.

For some the thrill was to be a voyeur while others got into the swing of things and got naked or dressed as cross dressers. In some of the venues, thievery and asking for money were common but for the most part these were married men hiding their bisexuality from the sunlight of the outside world. In these dark anonymous places, the men could find what was not available or acceptable at home.

I was happy to discover that my Bangkok visit could include a return to my movie theatre experience from the past. It had been many years since I was in a city where any existed. The last one I visited was ten years ago in Florence, Italy. The theater in Bangkok was at least five miles from where I was staying, so I used the modern elevated train system to get there. The Covid-19 restrictions were being lifted but face masks and social distancing were still required in public including the trains. Every other seat had a large red X painted on the seat to indicate that it was no longer available. Announcements were made in Thai and English at every station reminding people of the need for compliance.

The theater in Saphan Kwai was down a narrow street just a short distance from the train stop and a busy commercial area. There was also a gay sauna at the far end of the street for those who wanted a less dark or more complex experience.

The doors of the main entrance to the theatre building were open and a large fan in the ceiling was blowing air so that it was not uncomfortable in the heat of Bangkok in June. I didn’t see a ticket booth, but there was a mid-fifties man standing at the entrance to the theatre up a few steps. As I headed toward him, he directed me to the side where two fortyish Thai women were sitting. Ah, this was the ticket booth, as I saw one of the women hold out the forty baht change for my 100 baht bill (two US dollars cost). She also provided a paper ticket with the price stamped in blue. I wondered what these women thought about the men who came to such a place.

The man at the top of the stairs ripped my ticket in two and returned one portion. There was no door to the entrance of the movie but I passed an open restroom on my way. There were four cubicles and four urinals. A mid-forties man was at one of the urinals with his penis out while he was looking at the doorway to see if someone wanted to join him. I continued on my way to the dark theatre.

This theatre was darker than most and had dark red seats which didn’t reflect much of the light coming from the screen. I waited by a side wall before going far since there were always hidden steps and changes of levels that could result in a fall. Typically, these large movie houses would be showing porn, but here the movie seemed to be an Asian fantasy melodrama. All of the dialogue was in Thai so I couldn’t sense much of the plot but knives and swords were prominent props for many of the actors. All of the characters were completely dressed.

The theatre was large and had at least five hundred seats. The entrance put me at midlevel and I knew that the lowest level was reserved for the working ladyboys. As much as they could be lovely and interesting, my body didn’t respond to mixed signals. I was a bisexual who liked men to be men and women to be women. I had tried many of the variations in between but my dick didn’t respond well in that territory, so I headed up the steps towards the rear of the theatre where there was always some activity.

About halfway up the lighting grew dimmer and I chose to take an aisle seat to let my eyes adjust to the deeper dark. While waiting, I decided to get myself into a more entertaining level of arousal which was quickly successful. I undid my denim shorts and released my hardened seven inch dick. I noted a number of Asian men mostly in their twenties to forties climbing up the stairs and continuing beyond my seat. There was one Thai man who stopped and looked at my erection with interest. He turned around and allowed me to squeeze his small Thai ass through his shorts and to massage his bare legs.

He climbed over me and took the seat to my left. He had a small satchel which he placed on his neighboring seat. He reached down and touched my hard cock with his small hand as he snuggled himself into my chest. I put my arm around him and pulled him close. He seemed to need touch and affection more than sexual contact. Now that he was close, I could tell that he was not young, but in his mid-forties or more. I reached for his crotch and felt that he had a very small penis which was aroused. He seemed uninterested in my touch there so I moved to his nipples which were much more in need of attention. He made soft moans and burrowed into me harder as I tweeked his nipples through his shirt. He pulled up his lightweight pullover and exposed his nipples for me to play with further.

When I felt that he was more aroused, I pushed his head down toward my hard cock. He was a little reluctant, but I became more assertive and pushed his head down lower. He opened his mouth and took in half of my shaft. His mouth was warm and the wetness was stimulating. I hadn’t had a mouth on my cock in weeks. I felt my dick extending to reach deeper into his mouth. I pushed him down further and that encouraged him to suck in earnest. Now I was getting good oral service and both of us were enjoying the intimate sexual contact. I rubbed the short bristly hair on his head as I thrust my shaft in and out of his warm mouth. As I was getting close, I pulled back out and he lay his head on my chest. I was fairly certain that he didn’t speak English, but he managed to say “thank you” in Thai. He pulled his shirt back down and climbed over me as I tucked my happy cock back into my shorts.

I decided that it was time to check out the back area and climbed the steps to the top. There were about ten men mingling in the dark that was primarily lit by the bright exit light over the back door. There was sufficient light to get a sense of age and body type. I only saw Asian men and all were wearing facial masks as was I. There were two men who were playing, but both were fully clothed while making body contact front to back, like dry humping and playing with nipples. There was one man watching but it wasn’t that entertaining to me.

I chose to move to a side dark area where I had seen men gather. When I arrived, there was one man with his pants down who was face fucking a man who was seated. This was much better to watch even though I could only see the bare assed man. I heard the slurping and moaning that went with a good blow job. Eventually, I heard gagging sounds coming from the seated man. Soon thereafter mister bare assed pulled up his pants and walked away.

I turned forward in my seat and began to stroke myself again. I was in the front row of the upper section with about six feet of open space in front of me where passersby could see my hard cock poking out of my shorts. One thin young man in his 20s walked toward me and stood there. I leaned forward and he came the rest of the way to me so that his dick which he had taken out of his pants was in my face. He was not hard yet, but I took him into my mouth and he moved all of the way into me while he moaned softly. He began to get excited from my oral heat and he pulled my head into him. As he got fully hard, I determined that he had a typical Asian cock which I could easily deepthroat even in that position. Each time that I took him all the way to the base he held my head in place while I swirled my tongue around the head of his shaft.

Another young man who was a little stocky came in close and took his cock out of his pants. I couldn’t reach to suck him but I took his dick in my hand to provide some stroking pleasure. I couldn’t tell but it seemed like the two young men were also playing with each other’s torsos. The second man pushed in further and I was able to suck him for just a minute before I returned to my original man. The stocky one moved away and I fully focused on my original goal. I reached my hand under the man’s shirt to feel the hard muscles of his six pack. I was sure that he felt the warmth of my Reiki hand and he returned a deeper moan as he pushed his cock as deeply into me as he could. I began to suck him in earnest bobbing my head up and down until he let loose a stream of warm cum into my mouth. He exhaled fully and pulled back as I licked the last of the cum from the tip of his shaft. He quickly backed up and returned his satisfied cock into his pants before he walked away into the darkness of the theatre.

I leaned back in my seat to enjoy my own satisfaction from being with such a young man. In less than two minutes the stocky man returned and pulled my head up from the seat and pushed his cock into my face. He was not hard but I readily took him into my mouth and I adjusted myself to suck him better. I didn’t know why, but he never really got hard and before long he chose to depart without any comment. Perhaps he was straighter than the first young man and couldn’t let himself relax into it.

I chose to return to the back row where I noted a young man who was leaning his head back from one of the seats. I stroked my cock a little bit so that I could slip it inside his waiting mouth. He had good sucking skills and it wasn’t long before I was fully stiff again. Another young man joined us by kneeling between the legs of the sitting man. This changed the focus of the sitting man and he stopping sucking on my cock to pay attention to the kneeling man. I watched for a little bit but then noted a muscular middle aged Asian man nearby.

I approached the muscled man who was wearing a dark blue shirt that was tight at the chest and arms, accentuating his attractive physique. He noted that my hard cock was pointing towards him as I approached. When I arrived, he held out both hands to take my dick into his possession. He stroked me and leaned his head against my chest. He took one hand from my cock to reach up under my shirt to play with my left very sensitive nipple. I moaned in response and massaged his back. He pulled my body into him so that my hard stick was pressed against his firm stomach. I pushed him back against the wall and pressed my cock fully against his hard muscles. He stroked the muscles of my arms as he gave in to me.

I pushed him down into a crouching position so that he could suck me. He eagerly took me into his warm mouth. I held his head in place against the wall and properly face fucked him, but he couldn’t take all of me without gagging. I pulled him up so that I could enjoy his muscled arms. He returned to stroking me and I lifted up my shirt so that he could give my nipple some oral attention. I pressed his head into my chest and he squeezed my cock hard. I knew that he didn’t have the oral skills to make me orgasm and I didn’t want to stroke off with him since there was sure to be a good blowjob nearby. I backed up and tucked my dick back into my shorts. Using English, he asked, “Where are you from?” “New York,” I replied and he asked, “Are you done?” “Nearly,” I replied with honesty. He understood and smiled. “Enjoy,” he offered as he moved back into the darkness.

At that point there was a very thin Asian who walked up to me and felt my cock inside my shorts. “Oh my,” he said with a big smile. He led me to a middle group of seats and I undid my shorts allowing my dick to stick up. He took the seat next to me and began stroking my cock. I played with his small nipples before he leaned over to take my shaft into his mouth. He had really good oral skills and I knew that I had chosen wisely to wait for this man. He would certainly make me orgasm.

He came up from sucking and looked into my face as he said, “Two hundred baht.” I declined his offer because I didn’t like having money and sex combined. He went back to sucking my cock which was really very pleasant. He looked up again and said, “One hundred.” I decided that it would be a good cultural and economic exchange between two countries. It would be good for me to help him with money and I would get a really good blow job for three dollars. I knew that once I agreed to the money, he would suck me in earnest since time was money to him. He could easily deep throat me and also licked my smooth balls while he stroked me. He bobbed up and down taking my full shaft back against his throat until I shot a four day load into his mouth. I provided a full exhale and relaxation of my whole body as I came into his warm mouth. He kept his mouth on my cock and sucked me a little more before he backed off. “OK?” he checked with me and I declared that it was good. I pulled a 100 baht bill from my pocket and handed it to him. He smiled broadly and departed taking the cash in hand.

I was finished and satisfied. I had achieved all that I thought would happen. It was time to return to the sunlit world where most had no idea what some of the men in their lives did for sexual exploration and release. Fathers, brothers, husbands, partners and those who were in between genders of all ages could be found in the safe darkness of the movie theatre.

Wyan in Bangkok

If I hadn’t been so horny, I might have made a better choice, but I was horny and I made the choice I did. I was living in the moment being influenced by chemistry and desire. Hormones were hormones. Life was full of risks.

I hadn’t seen his profile on the site before. Wyan wrote an introductory note wondering if I were available on Sunday afternoon. My calendar was empty and he suggested he could massage me. I was in Bangkok where massage was everywhere and when it was suggested, that was likely to mean that money would be involved. Massage was cheap in Bangkok at $12-$15 dollars for an hour. If sex was included it would be more (but still not much by Western values) and the prices for sex with boys or men was more or less the same as with girls and women. Both genders could be very attractive and sexy. Many Caucasian men came to Bangkok on a “sex holiday.” I was just traveling, but I was also an adventurer and this was an opportunity.

The fact that he had made his profile inactive after he had written to me suggested that he was either very afraid or on the make. I should have read it as another clue of failure to be responsible, to own up to his actions and be an adult. I commented to him about his missing profile and asked for some stats and pictures. He provided a face picture which identified him as a middle age Thai man with a pleasant smile. He declared himself to be versatile. I replied that we could meet at my place and that I was more bottom than top but I allowed chemistry to tell me what to do. He suggested 3 PM and wanted to know my address and if I were free. I declared that 3 PM was a good time for me and provided the name of the condo and what it was near. He asked for a street which I also provided and told him that I would need to meet him in the lobby for him to gain access to the secure building.

At 12:50 PM he sent an email wondering where I was and if I were free. I replied that I was in the condo but would need thirty minutes to finish being ready. He suggested that he would be there at 2 PM which gave me plenty of time to finish tidying up and get myself ready for a sexual experience. I made sure that I was in the lobby before 2 PM which was good because he was early. I saw him approach and could tell that he was not as handsome as his photo, but he was for sure the typical Thai slender male with small ass.  

I escorted him to my room on the eighth floor. It was a small space, but reasonable for a single man. The bed was large and the kitchen area was separated by a glass door. There was a view from the bedroom and from the kitchen. Since the building across the street was only three stories tall the view of the Yanawa area of Bangkok was quite expansive. Wyan liked the view and the space and he took a seat on the small sofa.

He asked with a smile if I had anything to drink. I declared that there was water and orange juice. He accepted a glass of water which he polished off quickly. I took a seat on the sofa next to him. He asked questions about where I was from and what my house was like and what kind of work I had done. I told him my story of selling the house and how I was just traveling for about nine months at that point. He asked if I had a car and what kind it was and he made guesses as to the values of my former house and car. He seemed to be determining the size of my wallet.

I asked about his work and he declared that Covid-19 had put him out of work from the restaurant business where he had been a server. He informed me that his English had been learned during his work, but that he only had a junior high education. More than once he bemoaned his life situation due to a limited education. He declared that he was one of ten children and that neither of his parents were living. With ten children there had been little to no inheritance for him. He also informed me that he was doing an interview for a job with a shipping company and he was hopeful that he could get the work. He was pleasant and smiling but I was not attracted to him.

“Are you ready?” he asked suggesting that he would massage me. This was another opportunity where I could have changed the events of the day and just declared that I was no longer interested, but the massage was of interest to me and I hadn’t been massaged by a man in a year, so it was time. “OK,” I replied and started to get undressed. He had brought a small satchel but hadn’t brought any oil, so I got my massage oil from the bathroom. He stripped to just his small colorful underwear while I got naked onto the towel on the bed.

I lay face down and he began to apply the oil while massaging my back and shoulders. Eventually, he climbed up onto the bed and straddled my legs so that he could massage my back fully. He didn’t really have massage skills and I wasn’t surprised. For him, it would be about sex for money and I felt his cock pressing on my smooth ass through his underwear. At some point he took off the underwear and I felt his small bare shaft on me but it wasn’t really hard. Wyan moved from massaging my back and shoulders to massaging my legs. He wasn’t any more sensual in this area but it was pleasant touch nonetheless. He barely touched my ass and I wondered if he were truly versatile or more likely a bottom. Had he declared versatile to get in the door?

After about twenty minutes he asked me to turn over. My own cock had only partially become aroused because he wasn’t’ touching any of my arousal spots. He returned to massaging my legs and my dick didn’t get any more engorged. He stretched my arms but didn’t massage my chest. He commented about the lack of arousal on my part and I declared that I could get there. He broached the idea that I could fuck him but it had been a long time. He asked if I had any Viagra and I deferred the question by suggesting he didn’t need it. He informed me that what he really liked was to get sucked and then fucked.

I had him stand next to the bed. I took his flaccid cock into my mouth and sucked him deep and hard. He played with my dick a little but didn’t make any move to provide oral to me. He asked if I had a condom and lube which I did. He began to stroke my cock more vigorously until I had a good hard on. He informed me that he would need a lot of lube since he hadn’t been fucked in a long time. I had fucked men like that before and knew how to be careful about entry, especially with him having such a small ass.

I had him get into a doggy position on the bed and I liberally lubed his ass and fingered him for a while until I felt like he would be able to accept my seven thick inches. I put on a condom and lubed the condom well before I pressed my cock head against his totally smooth brown opening. I slid my shaft up and down along his ass crack to get his mind ready for some thick meat. I pushed just the head in and waited while his breathing adjusted. He swallowed hard as I massaged his back to relax him and smacked his bare ass on the side to give him a different sensation from my cock. I slid in a little further and waited again while he adjusted. I then did some in and out sliding of just two inches so that his opening would get stretched more.

He began to relax and I slid in more of my shaft until I was about half way. He was still really tight but he was not in pain anymore and was getting into being fucked as he widened his legs. I pushed in almost the entire way and he gasped from the fullness of my cock deeper inside him. “Go ahead. Fuck me,” he cried. I took him at his word and plunged in the rest of the way. He was correct that he was ready to be fully taken and I fucked him deep and hard for ten minutes using long full strokes before pulling out. “Did you cum already?” he asked looking back at me and seeing that my condom was empty. “It takes me a while,” I informed him as I pushed my cock back inside to fuck him for another five minutes. He came from stroking his own dick while I was pumping his ass.

I pulled out and took off the condom. Come stand up I directed him and he complied. I lay down face up and took his soft cock into my mouth to suck, while I stroked my dick. He played and twisted both of my nipples which increased my arousal. I was happy to cum with his cock in my mouth and my nipples stimulated. I stroked a big load into the air which came back down into my crotch. “That’s a lot of cum,” he declared with a big smile. “Don’t move. I’ll get some tissue,” he stated as he headed for the bathroom. He provided me with a large wad of toilet paper which was sufficient for a cleanup.

“Come in the shower with me,” he directed as he headed to the bathroom. I remained on the bed enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm. I never liked to rush cleaning up but I knew that for some men, it was essential to get clean right away. When I sensed that he was nearly done in the shower I got up slowly from the bed and went to the bathroom. “Come in here and get the oil off of your body,” he encouraged me. I complied and he used soap to clean me from head to toe but still not much ass touching.

I left the shower first and got myself dried off before going to sit by the AC unit to finish cooling down my body from the exertion. Wyan joined me soon thereafter and we sat together on the end of the bed feeling the cooling air bring our bodies back to normal.

He asked me to guess his age and I demurred informing him that I was not good at estimating Asian ages. He persisted and I suggested forty two but he declared that he was thirty five confirming my inaccurate sense. He informed me that he would be thirty six soon. He changed the conversation to meditation and we had a disagreement. He had been taught in the Thai temple to follow a strict process and I had learned Zen Buddhism which trained me to empty the mind, allowing spirit to enter the empty space. We agreed to disagree, but I suggested that whatever worked for someone was good.

He asked me what I liked to drink and I informed him that I enjoyed whiskey. “Do you have some? Could I have a drink?” he queried with excitement. I had purchased a bottle of Thai whisky the day before and it was still unopened in the box. I got it out and asked if he wanted ice. “Do you have any soda?” he asked. I only had the orange juice, so he decided to put whiskey and orange juice together without any ice. He got the orange juice from the refrigerator and made a fifty-fifty blend without any ice. That surprised me because Thai people usually used ice in beverages. “Aren’t you going to drink?” he asked me and I declared that it was too early in the day for me.

We moved back to sitting on the sofa. He asked me where I would travel to next and I declared that I wanted to return to Malaysia but that the country’s borders weren’t open to foreigners yet. He told me a story about a man he had met on line who was from Kuala Lumpur. Wyan took the train from Bangkok to meet him after they had had a long email exchange. The man drove him around and they ended up spending two weeks together, including a drive to Singapore. Wyan declared that they had a great time together and that the man had paid for everything. At the end of this story, Wyan asked if he could make himself another drink and I told him to help himself.

“Why won’t you drink with me?” he queried in a hurt voice. This led me to make a small drink for myself and we clinked glasses in a toast. “Chok dee!” he declared with a smile. I had not been drinking with a Thai person before, so this was a new expression. I had him repeat it so that I could get the tonal quality correct. We clinked glasses and both said, “Chok dee!” a couple of times in short succession.

“I could make us some food,” I declared. I had noodles and roasted chicken that I could put together with little effort in the kitchen. He agreed that food would be good and I went into the kitchen to cook. He must have made himself another drink while I was cooking, because when I returned fifteen minutes later with food, he was laid out on the sofa. I tried to move him but he was very limp. I noted that the whiskey bottle was half empty and that informed me that this small man had gotten himself drunk. “You go ahead and eat,” he mumbled as he curled himself into a fetal position on the sofa. I hadn’t eaten much and it was six o’clock so I was hungry. I enjoyed my own bowl of spicy noodles and chicken while Wyan remained immobile on the sofa.

When I was finished eating, I took my bowl and utensils into the kitchen and cleaned up. He remained on the sofa and I saw no point in trying to get him to eat, so I determined to just let him sleep it off. I took my phone and moved to the bed where it was closer to the AC and comfortable. I read the online newspapers and emails while waiting for Wyan to rouse himself.

“Oh, fuck!” I declared in disgust as Wyan awoke and vomited into one of the pillows on the sofa. He then rolled onto the floor rug where he wretched some more. It turned out that it was a good thing he hadn’t eaten. I managed to get him into the bathroom after I removed the floor rugs that were there. I could hear him vomiting repeatedly as I cleaned up the pillow and rug. I was going to be leaving in two days and I hoped that these items would be OK by then. Wyan came from the bathroom and returned to his fetal position on the sofa. I was grateful that the sofa was a faux leather material and he couldn’t do much damage to that item.

Soon I heard him drifting back off and I returned to my position on the bed. This was not how I had planned on spending my Sunday, but here I was nursemaid to a drunken Thai man I had only just met and didn’t find attractive. My normal sense of Buddhist compassion was being challenged by this experience and I didn’t have kind thoughts in my head. I exhaled and decided to play a game on my phone to distract me from the reality of my current experience.

Before long Wyan was hurrying himself into the bathroom, where he was now moving into the dry heaves part of excessive drinking. It was fortunate that his vomit didn’t have a bad smell, because I was prone to nausea when someone else was already engaged in the process. I had some anxiety on this issue, but I managed to keep myself from joining him. He returned to the sofa and asked what time it was. I declared that it was now eight o’clock. “I have to get home to feed my cats,” he declared bravely, but when he went to stand up, he fell back down on the sofa. “You’re not going anywhere just yet. The cats will live,” I stated firmly.

Wyan relaxed back into the sofa and I returned to my game. This process was repeated every hour until he seemed to settle down around eleven o’clock. I was getting tired and even a bit hungry but I didn’t dare eat anything in that situation so I just focused on my game. I began to think that he would stay the night but I wasn’t comfortable with that idea. I wasn’t sure about my safety if I fell asleep. I didn’t particularly trust him. Around midnight, I could stay awake no longer and drifted off to an uneasy sleep.

About forty five minutes later I heard movement coming from the sofa and Wyan said, “I have to get home. Can you give me some money for a taxi?” I asked if he could get home at that hour and he declared that he could. I had already decided to give him some money and would have chosen 600 Baht as a reasonable payment for his earlier services, but I didn’t have the right change, so I accepted that it would have to be the 1000 Baht bill. I pulled my cash from my pocket which included about three hundred baht beyond the 1000 Baht bill. I proffered the bill which he accepted. “Can I have a couple hundred more?” he brazenly asked. At this point I just wanted him gone and I gave him the additional money, accepting that I was being used.

I escorted him to the lobby of my building to make sure that he was not able to reenter. I returned to the room and exhaled deeply. I was relieved that the difficulties were now behind me and I could be alone. I ate some cold chicken along with a glass of whiskey and declared to myself that I needed to make better choices going forward and not always be led by mister dickhead. Soon I was off to a restful sleep for the night.

The next afternoon I received an email from Wyan apologizing for his behavior and thanking me for the “little help” I had provided, along with the good time. There were many unkind words still in my head and I delayed writing to him for many hours when I finally settled on just telling him I was glad to know that he had made it home safely. Wyan returned a note quickly wishing me a good evening and offering hugs and kisses.

The next morning as I was packing up and getting ready to leave Bangkok for Pattaya, he sent an email informing me that he had gotten the job with the shipping company but he needed 3000 Baht to sustain him until he got paid. I was not surprised to receive this note or the next one which provided a bank account where I could transfer money to him. I waited to reply because I was so unclear about what to tell him. His stories were very suspect but I had no way of knowing the truth and it was improper and unhelpful for me to judge him. I was clear that I wouldn’t provide him with additional money or connect to any bank account.

I waited until I was in Pattaya before I decided to simply say, “No. Please do not contact me again.” There was one more pleading email later that day to which I didn’t respond. After that, I received no further emails from Wyan, for which I was grateful. His account on the website was no longer there. I sensed that this experience happened for my development and not for his, so I determined that I had some internal work to do.

Josh in Pattaya

I had decided in July to return to the US since my visa was expiring in Thailand. That was the primary reason for going to Bangkok, to be closer to the airport. Twice my flights were cancelled the day before they were due to depart. I was fortunate that the Thai government again decided to make a visa amnesty for those of us who were stuck in the country. All visas would now be extended until the end of September.

I determined that I would return to Pattaya to be by the water where the air was cooler and of better quality than in Bangkok. Bangkok with its ten million people was just too much for me and I longed to feel the breezes coming in from the gulf. I found a small condo just off the beach that had a balcony where I could look at the swaying palm trees, beach and water. It turned out to be an excellent perch on the 22nd floor for viewing the remarkable storms that traveled across the water in the rainy season. Lightning, strong winds and torrential rain were an almost daily or nightly occurrence. When it wasn’t raining, the weather was wonderful and cooler than any other place in Thailand I had been.

I had expected this time in Pattaya to be sexually quiet unless I got up the courage to get a nuru massage from a Thai woman. Nuru was an oil massage with both participants totally naked and there was total skin on skin body contact. I had once had a massage like this from a slender build Caucasian man and it was entertainingly erotic. During most of the massage his hard cock was pressing against me somewhere while his strong hands worked my muscles and other parts.

It was a surprise to receive a note from a local Caucasian man who wanted to give me a blowjob. He declared that he licked, sucked and swallowed which were all likable qualities in a man. He identified himself as a chub in his early sixties who didn’t provide pictures but was clean. I didn’t expect that I would find him attractive, but a warm mouth was still a warm mouth, so I replied to his note of interest.

We made a plan for an early Thursday afternoon and I provided him with the location of my condo. I knew that I would need to meet him at the security gate to get him into my complex of six high rise residences. He described what he would be wearing and the color of his scooter. I made sure that I was in place early, enjoying the sea breeze while waiting for his arrival. He was prompt and we noted each other at about the same moment.

I directed him to the security gate and used my credentials to gain both of us entry. I noted that he was better looking than I was expecting but he was certainly not handsome or shapely. He parked his bike and when I noted that he didn’t have a facial mask, I asked if he had one. He pulled one from the storage bin on the bike and put on the black cloth mask. I knew that he would need one to get beyond the security at the entrance to my building. There were still lots of precautions in Pattaya even though there hadn’t been a new Covid-19 case in two months.

It was a slightly complicated walk through the garden area to get to my building entrance and Josh declared that he would get lost walking there. I had already anticipated that I would need to walk him back to his bike to make sure that he could safely depart. When we entered the door to my condo, he commented on the nice space and we both removed our footwear as one does in Asia. “I don’t usually have the AC on because of the good breezes at this level,” I informed him. “But for your comfort I put it on today,” I continued. He smiled in appreciation.

He declared that he wanted to take a shower and I showed him the small modern bathroom. “I have the hot water turned off,” I alerted him. “I haven’t used hot water in eight years,” he declared. He had removed his clothes except for small black underwear. I provided him with a fresh towel and left him to his privacy. I removed my clothes and lay on the bed enjoying the cooling air of the AC which was blowing directly onto the large bed. I was not at all aroused by him but I stroked my cock to be a little bit larger for a good visual when he came from the shower.

He spent about five minutes in the shower and came to the bedroom with the towel wrapped around his waist to obscure his sexual parts. He had declared in his profile that he had a small dick and I was going to just get serviced so it didn’t matter if he were naked or not. He was indeed forty pounds overweight with balding thin brown and grey hair. He had a full, closely trimmed, mostly white beard. I also noted that he was missing some teeth and the others were stained which suggested a cigarette smoker, but I didn’t detect any smell since he had just showered.

Josh went to the full wall of windows and pulled back the blackout curtain that I had put partially in place for his privacy. I didn’t care about privacy and knew that no one would be able to look into the bedroom at that elevation. He spent a minute enjoying the view and perhaps looking for a landmark. I asked him how long he had played with men and he declared that it was a recent interest. “What got you interested?” I continued. “Sex is sex and it’s just fun,” he explained without providing any details about his first encounter. I didn’t press him for more details since he didn’t seem comfortable about answering.

Earlier he had informed me that he had a girlfriend and that was why he didn’t have any pictures on his phone or use any of the messaging apps. He was determined to stay well below the radar. I asked if she were Thai and he affirmed while informing me that she was ten years younger than he and looked even younger. This was often the case with Caucasian men in Thailand who would never get such attractive younger women in their own countries.

Josh took a seat on the bed next to me and began to stroke my thigh which still had pretty good muscle tone from my thirty years of running. His touch was sensual and I began to be aroused. Soon he cupped my balls with his firm hand and began massaging my cock. Instead of sliding in between my legs as I had thought he would, he came around to my left side and lay sideways with his head at my hip level. I turned onto my side so that my dick was better positioned for his mouth.

He was not initially an eager cocksucker and that somewhat confirmed his statement that his interest was recent. He needed to warm into the idea of being sexual with a man. Perhaps his sex life at home was reduced as his girlfriend was likely in menopause. I supported his head and massaged the back of his neck as he took my shaft into his mouth. For a while he only sucked on the head while he cupped my balls. I decided to become more aggressive and pushed my cock deeper. Josh moved his hand up from my balls to my shaft to limit how much of my dick I could push into him, another sign of his recent bisexuality with more limited oral skills.

In another aggressive move, I pushed his head down further and directed him to lick my shaved balls. This may have been a new area for him as he seemed reluctant, but I was insistent. “Lick them like a pussy,” I directed him and his tongue improved the stimulation. I pulled his head back up and shoved my cock into his face and began to face fuck him. He positioned his hand to allow only a three inch amount to go into his mouth. Likely, he hadn’t learned how to get beyond his gag reflex.

“Now you’re a good cocksucker,” I declared encouraging his actions. Perhaps those words stimulated him and he took more of my shaft into his mouth. Maybe he just needed time to adjust. In either event, he was now stimulating me more than he had before. I pushed his head back down to lick my balls and he was less reluctant this time using more of his tongue to make my balls wet the way that I liked. I pulled his head back up and returned to face fucking.

Although he was stimulating me, I wasn’t mentally aroused and knew that he would not be able to make me orgasm. I decided to push his head back to my balls and stroke myself to release. When I was ready to cum, I pushed my dick into his face for him to take my load, but he kept his lips firmly closed and my four day cum was more on me than on him. I leaned back and exhaled a release of carbon dioxide that was as significant as my sperm load.

Josh kept his hand on my cock and relaxed his head onto the bed without comment. I knew that I would be the one to initiate conversation so I asked, “Where are you from originally?” “California,” was his brief response. “How long have you been in Thailand?” “Ten years,” came the next short response. “Did you come for work?” “Yah, I was in boating, but the Thai people make it really difficult to work here,” he commented. “Have you been in Pattaya all that time?” “Yah, but not in the city. I live about ten kilometers to the East where I can just walk out the door of my house. I have cats and that makes it easy,” he replied getting into the groove of conversation.

I commented on how I enjoyed being near the water and he informed me that he used a metal detector on the beach at low tide. “Have you found anything interesting or special?” I asked. “Well, anything gold is interesting,” he returned. “You know the people here in Pattaya are not the real Thai people like in the village. I don’t want to say they are garbage people but they come here with no skills and just take from you. The real Thai people don’t like farang being here. The useless people need farang to be here so that they can make money from them,” he continued on a roll. It was the first time I had heard such disparaging words in the land of smiles. Apparently, Thailand hadn’t influenced him very much in ten years.

I commented on how much I enjoyed being in Chiang Mai with all of the temples in the old city, but when I was staying in a suburban condo, it had no sense of Thailand. I went on to say how ironic it was when Thailand banned single use plastic bags in the grocery story stores, but still allowed the food vendors to use an average of four plastic bags to provide a customer with a single meal. “The problem isn’t plastic. It’s what they do with it,” he replied. “They just throw it everywhere. I go diving to a small island where you’d expect it to be very clean, but there was a spot near the water where people just dumped everything. One time, I saw workers and machines clean up the place and put up signs declaring no dumping. The next day there was garbage already in place,” he detailed. I wasn’t surprised by this story having watched similar dumps from my high rise viewing in more than one location.

“Well, I guess I’d better be going,” he declared as he arose and headed to the bathroom. I used the kitchen sink to wash my hands. We both returned to our clothed state and I made sure that he had all of his items with him. Both of us returned to our facial mask condition and headed for the elevator. I knew that he was grateful that I escorted him back to his bike so that he wouldn’t get lost. When we arrived at his bike, he removed his face mask and put on his bike helmet. I thanked him for coming and he replied, “See ya,” but I knew that I was very unlikely to see him again. I watched him depart to make sure that security would open the gate for him and then I strolled back to my condo. I was glad that I had met Josh because he was so different from anyone else that I had encountered in all my many months of being in Thailand.

Allen in Pattaya

He wrote to me from Bangkok informing me that he was going to be in Pattaya where I was. I had also been in Bangkok, but his profile had so little information that I didn’t reach out to him when I was there. It was a pleasant surprise to learn that he would be coming. Having been in Pattaya earlier, I knew that the opportunities there were mostly not to my liking, so I was open to meeting with this early forties man. His profile informed me that he was a top and had a typical Thai small frame. Since he was the one reaching out to me, that meant that if I accepted, a meeting was likely. I replied to his note, accepting his interest, declaring that I could host in my condo or travel to him while he was in Pattaya.

We managed to move our conversation to regular email where I could send him some additional pictures. There was just a picture of his cock that he sent me. Most Thai men were reasonably attractive so I didn’t worry. He seemed somewhat shy in his responses and that was also very common for Thai men. We set a date and time for him to meet me at a coffee shop or something similar near me. Because of the Covid-19 closures, there wasn’t really a good option near me so I suggested meeting at the entrance to my six building complex where we could have a neutral territory conversation in one of the gardens. Those areas were not used much by the residents, so I knew that we could easily have some privacy for conversation in the shade.

The time was approaching for his arrival and I hadn’t heard from him, so I sent an email asking about his timing. He declared that he had only just finished his work and could meet me in an hour. That was fine with me and I made a plan to meet him at the security entrance. He was only slightly late and driving a very large white SUV. I assisted in getting him through security and climbed into his vehicle at the security gate. Allen was not wearing a facial mask, but he quickly put one on and it remained fully on his face during the time that we had our outdoor conversation.

We parked easily and readily agreed on a comfortable sitting space in the shade where no one was around. He commented on how much garden space there was and I agreed that it was a good design to create all of this private open space between the buildings. I was pleased to note that he was handsome with a good build. When I commented on this, I think that he blushed, but it was undetectable with his brown skin and face mask. I asked about his work and he informed me that he was a tour guide in Bangkok and beyond which explained his good command of English. “With Covid, it’s pretty quiet now,” he bemoaned. I affirmed the lack of local tourists in Pattaya with so many residential high rise buildings dark at night. I commented that the large open air seafood restaurant about a kilometer down the beach was always crowded. He declared that it was the Thai people’s love of seafood that kept those places busy.

“What’s your favorite place in Thailand?” I asked with true interest. He declared that since he lived in Bangkok, he would, of course comment on the great temples and the palace there. “Outside of Bangkok, I like to go to Hua Hin which is only two hours from Bangkok. It’s mostly Thai people there and not very crowded,” he informed me. I knew that Hua Hin was a beach city on the Western coast of the Gulf of Thailand across the water from Pattaya.

“Do you have a ‘special’ friend in Bangkok?” I asked boldly. “I have lots of friends and know many people, but not a ‘special’ friend as you say,” he answered shyly. I asked if it were because he was shy and he declared that it took him time to be comfortable with someone. Most of his friends were straight and he was not very open about being gay. “It seems to me that much of gay life for Thai people over thirty is very hidden, but for the younger generation it’s improving,” I declared. He agreed and asked if I made a lot of friends in Thailand. I informed him that I had been very selective during the Covid-19 restrictions, but had made a good friend in Chiang Mai back in December before the virus. I told him the story of how my gay Thai professor friend had yelled at his mother when she asked about getting him a bride. Allen enjoyed the story and was very surprised at the man’s behavior. Asian men didn’t yell at their mothers. “So, do his parents know he is gay?” he asked directly. I informed him that the real conversation of coming out never took place but that the marriage subject was never broached again.

I sensed that Allen was getting comfortable with me and I asked, “Would you like to see my space?” “That’s up to you,” he demurred shyly. “Well then, let’s go,” I directed and we took the walk and elevator ride to my space. I welcomed him into the bright condo which had a very nice view to the south. He was entranced and went to the balcony before taking off his shoes. This was most surprising. When he noted that I was removing my sandals, he quickly took off his shoes and kept on his low rise, white socks which looked brand new.

He took a seat on the small sofa and I asked if he wanted some water or orange juice. I only had instant coffee and I could never offer that to a guest. He accepted a glass of water which led to him lowering and ultimately removing his surgical mask. He asked me about the places I had been in Pattaya and when I mentioned the Jomtien night market he asked if I had been to the one on Theraprasit road. I didn’t know about that one and he declared that it was the largest and best one and he suggested that I go when it would be open on the weekend. He was located up on Pratamnak hill, an area where I had stayed earlier. I asked if the Russian market were open yet and he informed me that it was still not active.

“I sometimes ask very personal questions,” I admitted. “Like how did you lose your virginity? And people answer for the most part. I figure that if they don’t want to answer they just won’t,” I continued. He didn’t take the bait and provide a story which meant I needed to be more direct. “There’s so much massage in Thailand. How often do you get a massage?” I queried. “I mostly don’t go to massage and have been only three times in my life,” he responded. I was surprised by this answer and asked about his first massage.

Allen laughed before he began the story which helped to remove his anxiety of telling me this personal experience. He had been with three male friends who wanted to go together to get a massage and they convinced him to come along. He informed them that he had never been to a salon which made them pressure him even more. They also convinced him to get an oil massage which might have the potential to be sexual. The parlor they attended didn’t use separate rooms but put cloth dividers between the tables. That meant that they would be able to hear each other but not have any visuals.

Allen informed the masseuse that he was very ticklish and asked her not to use strong pressure. It wasn’t long into the massage when the friends started hearing laughter coming from Allen and his masseuse. “What’s going on?” they wondered aloud. “I’m very ticklish,” Allen responded and now the group was enjoying the laughter as much as the massages. He didn’t get aroused by the woman and no sexual activity took place.

Allen went on to tell me that his mid fifties uncle was very fond of massage and would go once a week. On a number of occasions, he invited Allen to accompany him. Twice he relented and joined the uncle but knew to just get a foot massage where he would stay clothed and he would be exposed only from the knee down. He informed the masseuses that he was ticklish and that they needed to use just a light touch. It took great effort not to laugh and he decided not to join his uncle anymore. I enjoyed his stories and his willingness to be open with me.

I explained that I had done massage for twelve years and used Reiki. “Do you know what Reiki is?” I asked. Since he didn’t, I chose to demonstrate the way that my hands got very warm by placing my left hand on his naked smooth thigh. I could feel that the Reiki was making my hand warm and I told him that it was moving freely into his body which was a good sign.

“When was the last time that you were naked with a man?” I boldly asked. He laughed and said, “Before Covid.” “You must be very horny,” I put forward directly. “What are you suggesting?” he demurred in his usual way. “We should go into the bedroom and get naked,” I stated clearly. “Do you want to massage me?” he responded. I informed him that I could and that he might enjoy the Reiki.

I got up from the sofa and that movement pressured him to make a decision. “OK,” I heard him exhale as he chose to accept my offer. He followed me into the bedroom and I directed him to take off his clothes as I removed mine. He was reluctant to be nude but I insisted which resulted in the removal of his socks and underwear. I directed him to lay on the end of the bed face down on the towel that I had placed there. This he did without resistance.  

I put some oil on my hands and placed them at the small of his back to connect with his chi. The Asian bed was low so I had to take a very wide stance to get myself low enough to properly reach him. As I moved my hands further up his back while massaging his muscles, I felt him react. I was amazed to learn that he was ticklish on his shoulders which was a first for that area for me. I tried to provide a normal type massage but there were indeed so many places on his body that were ticklish. I persisted and moved to stand by his head so that I could do long strokes along his spine down to his ass. This seemed to be OK and I sensed that the rubbing of his ass was good for him. I enjoyed the feeling of my cock pressing against his dark hair. The instant that my hand went to his sides his chuckling began.

I massaged his head to relax him as much as possible and then I climbed onto the bed to straddle his legs. I thought that I might be able to do the long strokes on his back from that direction but I was wrong. Once my hands reached his shoulders the tickle response came on. I enjoyed the fact that my semi hard cock was pressing against his smooth ass, but when I dropped my body onto him to make full contact, the chuckling increased.

I move to his legs and chose to sit on the bed with one of his legs resting on my thigh. I was able to massage all of his left leg this way and managed to massage all the way up to his balls. That seemed to have a sexual effect on him which was part of my intention. I did the same process to the second leg but mostly avoided his feet which I knew would be a problem. I stood up and asked him to turn over.

He readily complied and I was pleased to see that his typical size Thai uncut cock was very hard. I started by massaging his head and neck to help him be relaxed. While standing at his head, my cock was in a good position for him to initiate touch, but he didn’t. I moved to long strokes on his smooth chest which had only a dozen dark hairs. Every once in a while, my hands lightly grazed his hard member. I moved to massaging his legs where my hands also came in contact with his cock. When he didn’t mind, I began to massage his shaft lightly. He was not ticklish during any of the time he was face up.

I lowered myself and licked the tip of his cock that was poking out from his foreskin. He had some clear precum that he was producing. It didn’t have any taste, but it was a welcome site glistening on his penis. I slid my warm mouth over the first couple of inches of his dick and he softly moaned. He kept his arms and hands by his sides while I made the massage sexual. I hadn’t sucked a cock in weeks and I was happy to have one in my mouth. I moved into deeper sucking which was easy since he was less than six inches and not thick. This increased the muscle tension in his body, but I didn’t slow down. I continued to suck him up and down to the base until I heard him make a low growl and felt his sperm shooting up into my mouth. It was a good mouthful and I quickly swallowed some in case he was a heavy producer. I kept my mouth surrounding his cock until I felt his body relax and his dick begin to soften. I finished swallowing as I pulled my body away from his.

I lay down on the bed next to him and placed one hand on his chest saying, “Now you are more relaxed.” “So that is your massage,” he stated. I explained that it was more like a sample because the bed was low and he was so ticklish. It wasn’t long before he declared, “Can I take a shower? I want to take off the oil.” I affirmed and offered him the towel that we had used for massage. He spent about five minutes in the shower and I remained naked on the bed enjoying the memories of his blow job. He came back into the bedroom wearing the towel around his waist.

“How do you stay in shape?” he asked pleasantly. I informed him that I walked a lot and used the pool and the gym most days. He declared that Thai people didn’t walk much because of the heat and I readily agreed with that assessment. He stated that he had started running but was having problems with one of his knees. I got up from the bed and demonstrated some stretches that runners used to lengthen muscles and reduce the joint impact from running. “I had been a runner for thirty years and I used to run without stretching too, but it really helps,” I declared. I also suggested glucosamine as a supplement which definitely helped me when my long haired hippie doctor recommended it. I informed him that my medical professor in Chiang Mai didn’t think that it had any impact, but I knew that it had helped me. Allen asked me to send the name in a text. We were both of the opinion that a Thai pharmacy would have it or know where it could be obtained.

We both put on our clothes as he got ready to depart. I knew that it would be good to escort him through security back to his vehicle. When we arrived at his SUV, he offered his elbow for the new method of touch greetings. I was surprised that he didn’t offer the traditional Thai “wai” which included a respectful bow. We all seemed to be adapting to the new Covid-19 conditions.

Nung in Pattaya

By staying in Pattaya for a number of months, I came to know the city and its neighborhoods much better. I chose to move to a quiet section of Jomtien Beach obtaining my typical condo overlooking the water with views of Koh Larn. In this area the sounds of birds and waves crashing on the shore were prominent and the breezes from the water were very cooling and pleasant. The sun set over the island of Koh Larn creating beautiful views every day.

This part of the beach was also the Dongtan gay section. There were two big clues to its being identifiable as gay. There weren’t many families in the beach lounge chairs but mostly older men with same age or much younger friends. Most times of the day “rent boys” could be seen strolling the walkway looking for clients. In the evenings when it was cooler, all kinds of people were seen walking at a good pace or running for health along the flat roadway that didn’t allow vehicles. As a bisexual person, I determined that there was a lot of attractiveness going by that was worth viewing.

I had taken a seat on a wooden backless bench where I had a good view of the waves crashing as well as the people going by in both directions. In my denim shorts and athletic sleeveless shirt, I fit right in to the scene at the beach. I had a bottle of orange juice and some salty crackers for my snack while watching my live movie of passersby. There was a handsome young Thai boy in his late teens who noted me and slowed his approach. He stopped and pretended to text someone on his phone while he looked directly at me waiting for an inviting signal. He stood sideways to suggestively display his slender Thai body. I wasn’t at all interested and didn’t send a signal which led him to continue on his way.

About ten minutes later a young man walked right up to where I was sitting, lowered his face mask, smiled and briskly said, “Hello.” He was very slender and Asian, but I didn’t think that he was Thai because his face was quite angular. I returned a Thai greeting and the young man took a seat on the bench next to me. “How are you?” he asked in Thai and I was able to respond in Thai that I was well. “You speak good Thai,” he said in English and I confessed that my skills were still very limited. “Where are you from?” he asked. I declared that I was now from Pattaya since I had sold my home and was just travelling. He laughed and asked, “Where you stay?” I pointed to the nearby condo grouping.

“How old you think I am?” he asked directly. I estimated him to be twenty seven and he straightened up his posture to declare proudly that he was thirty. “You like massage? I make nice massage for you,” he queried while placing a hand on my bare knee. “Today is not good, but maybe tomorrow,” I returned. “Maybe you like sexy massage and I can be good to you,” he said as he leaned in and lightly rubbed my crotch. Since I wasn’t interested, I changed the subject by asking, “Where are you from?” “I am Cambodian from Battambang. You know Battambang?” he replied. I informed him that I had been to Cambodia a few times and had been to Siem Reap and Phnom Penh. I had only been through Battambang on the bus but didn’t visit.

“Siem Reap full of tourists and Phnom Penh full of Chinese,” he declared accurately. “Maybe you are tired and could use relaxing massage,” he continued as he massaged my shoulders. His hands felt good on my body and I had been thinking about going to one of the nearby massage places to get a massage from a female. I asked, “How much do you charge for massage?” “You pay whatever you like,” he demurred. When he saw that that approach wasn’t working, he stated five hundred baht as his rate without providing any details.

“Do you have LINE?” he asked meaning the Internet application that Thai people used for communicating. I informed him that I did and I gave him my number. He provided his name and requested mine which I provided. He explained that it was difficult with no tourists. “I haven’t had a customer in three days. Maybe you like later tonight,” he suggested hopefully. “Maybe tomorrow,” I responded and he held out his hand to shake. When he departed, I realized that Nung would be the first time I would be paying for sex. Yes, it was a massage, but it was clear that it was an exchange of money for sex. At least I would have some friendly human touch and get an orgasm. I hadn’t had either in a week and I was overdue.

I was surprised when there was no text from Nung the next morning, but there he was in the late afternoon asking how I was. He wanted to know if I was ready for a massage. We made a plan for meeting at my security gate at 6 PM. I went on time to meet him, but he was already close to the entrance to my building. He had managed to get through security and perhaps they already knew him. He had told me the day before that he had been in Pattaya for five months. “Hello,” he greeted me with a friendly smile. I asked if he had a facial mask, since he would need one to gain entrance to the building. He pulled out a black cloth mask from a pocket and put it on. As we approached the elevator, the Thai man who managed the lobby area gave me a knowing look of understanding when he saw me walking with Nung. I supposed Thai people in this gay area must have been used to witnessing the older farang with a young man or boy.

Because my room got good breezes, I wasn’t using the air conditioning even though the room got warm in the afternoon when the sunlight hit the balcony directly. “It’s warm in here,” declared Nung and I quickly turned on the AC and the large fan over the bed. Soon the room was comfortable. I placed a large towel on the king-sized bed and removed my clothes. Nung stripped down to his little black cotton bikini underwear. He was even more slender in appearance without clothes. He had very thin legs and his chest showed some definition but there was no body fat to be found anywhere. “Do you have water?” he asked. Before I could answer he opened the refrigerator and removed a bottled water which he opened and drank. “Do you have cream?” he queried. I was not surprised that he didn’t have his own supplies. I had some oil with camphor which was good for massage, but the scent was strong so one only used a small amount. I explained this to Nung as I provided him with the small bottle of oil. I also warned him not to put any of the oil near his eyes since it would be very uncomfortable. “How much do you pay for this oil?” he queried and I informed him that it had been a gift from a friend in Chiang Mai.

I lay naked face down on the bed and felt some of the oil dripping onto my back. Nung straddled my legs and used light, quick touches to massage my back. I could tell right away that he was not professionally trained in either Thailand or Cambodia. I just relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of his human touch. After about ten minutes he moved to massaging my legs and used some chopping technique. He massaged my ass for a minute and then asked me to turn over. I had read that rent boy massages were often brief and moved along quickly to the sexual element and this was the proof.

I turned over and Nung pulled down his underwear to display his thin, hard cock. “You like? You want?” he asked. He massaged my legs for a couple of minutes and then took off his underwear. He lay naked on top of me with his cock pressing into my bare abdomen. He kissed me gingerly on the lips and asked with a smile, “What you like? You want to suck me?” I accepted his offer and he moved to a kneeling position on the bed next to my head. His average Asian cock easily fit into my mouth and I sensed that he was impressed that I readily took all of his very hard shaft to the back of my throat.

He stroked my dick a bit before he leaned over to apply some saliva from his mouth for lubricant. I enjoyed sucking on him and I could tell that he was getting more aroused. He moved into a 69 position straddling my face. He had a really cute little ass and I massaged it sensually. He sucked my dick for a minute and got me fully erect. I sucked his cock and licked his smooth small balls which he found very pleasurable. The sounds of his arousal were getting louder.

Nung moved to standing next to the bed with his cock in my face. “You want my cum here?” he asked pointing to my chest. I accepted his offer and he continued, “And your cum?” We agreed that my chest was to be the landing spot for both orgasms and I returned to sucking his thin shaft. He stroked me and I became more aroused as he increased his excitement. Our heavy breathing began to synch with each becoming more aroused by the other’s faster breathing. When he was about to cum, Nung pulled his cock from my mouth and squirted his hot cum on my naked chest which brought me to orgasm seconds later. I knew that I had produced buckets of cum.

Nung reached over and got some tissues from the nearby table for me to clean myself while he went to the bathroom. The tissues were barely adequate for the quantity. While Nung was in the bathroom, I used the kitchen sink to clean my hands and wipe my chest. I could hear him washing out his mouth and spitting. Nung went immediately to his pile of clothes and began dressing. “You OK?” he asked and I affirmed without complimenting his service. I had looked at the clock and my rent boy experience was seventeen minutes of massage and thirteen minutes of sexual activity. I had intended to provide him with a tip of one or two hundred baht and had his money ready on my table. When his service provided the bare minimum of massage and a hand job more than a blow job, I decided to just pay him what he had requested. I provided him with the five bills in a bundle and I observed him checking the amount before he left the room. I was grateful that he didn’t begin a story about difficult times and request more money. I sensed that he saw me as an ongoing customer.

I informed him that I was going to take my evening walk which meant that I could accompany him to the security gate and make sure that he was able to leave. I was also able to verify that he didn’t linger at my building. I had some anxiety in the back of my head about his easy access to my compound and perhaps even to my floor since the lobby security had clearly noted him. The door to my condo had a simple push button lock which was easily picked. For the first time I began to think about using the dead bolt lock as well.

Teng in Pattaya

He had created a limited information profile on Silverdaddies declaring that he was a top looking for a friend or lover. He included a picture of his fifty year old naked torso and I could easily determine that he had a typical Thai slender body. He probably also had a typical Thai slender cock. Since I was staying in Pattaya for another month, I chose to write him a note of introduction. A few days later he replied with interest and provided a phone number as well as his name. He suggested meeting for lunch on Sunday. I wasn’t busy and returned a note of acceptance giving him the location of my condo near the gay beach.

We communicated via texting and cemented the plan. I made sure that both my condo and I were clean and tidy, ready for an adventure. I waited for him at the security entrance to my building complex where he arrived on schedule and pulled his large silver SUV near me, lowering the window. I saw that he had a friendly smile and a full head of black hair so I climbed into the passenger seat and we departed.

I didn’t really know much about him and when he suggested we could go to his condo I had a minor apprehension. I began to ask him questions to find my comfort zone. “What do you do for work?” I began. Teng declared that he was in property management and had a few condos he rented. This was one of the ways in which many Thai people were building wealth during the tourism boom. With Covid-19 still occurring, it was an unfortunate business to have. Later he would inform me that he had needed to sell two condos to have cash that would support the rest of his business during the quiet times.

I spoke about the four neighborhoods where I had stayed in Pattaya with each condo having a view of the water. He declared that anything he bought always had a good view and good air. He spoke of a house that he had in the countryside which he had shared with his partner for 21 years. The partner had died a few years ago and Teng still missed him terribly. I commiserated with him and asked questions about the partner who had come from the UK. Michael had worked for an international company and was given a good position to work in the Thailand office. Teng had always been attracted to older men and Michael was twenty years his senior. I was getting a good sense of Teng’s quiet, kind energy and was now comfortable going with him to his condo.

We pulled off the main road and he pointed out the entrance to his condo complex of four six story buildings. “I bought this unit long ago, so it’s an older complex, but very nice,” he informed me as we exited his vehicle. We walked through lush and well-tended gardens to arrive at the elevator for his building which was an attractive white stucco structure. We arrived at the fourth floor and I was happy to see that we were walking down the hallway towards the water. Teng unlocked the door to his corner unit and pointed out that he also owned the other corner unit, both of which would have views to the water.

There were some Airbnb condos where only renters lived, but this condo was clearly used by Teng. Not only was there good original art work, but many personal items were also clearly visible. He informed me that he had been painting the bathroom which was probably not fully dry yet. It was a good homeowner warning. “Do you want something to drink?” he offered. I requested water and he poured two glasses for us. “Chok dee!” I declared while saluting our glasses. He turned on the AC and ushered us onto one of the two balconies. There were lots of plants on the balcony and two large ceramic planters that contained small goldfish. He provided food for the fish and I wondered how often they got fed.

It was surprising to sit on his balcony and look across a field where I could see the condo I had most recently stayed in for three weeks. I asked what plants were being grown commercially in the nearby field. He informed me that it was coriander which was heavily used in Thai cooking. The many acres of cultivated plants created a quiet neighborhood and a pleasant green space.

Teng suggested that we go inside and I accepted his suggestion. As he closed the glass sliding doors to the balcony, he turned and kissed me gently on the lips. I returned his kiss and sensually rubbed the back of his head while I did so. I sensed his pleasure from my reply as his hands reached down to hold me by the hips. I reached down to feel the bulge growing in his pants and he responded by pushing his body closer to me but a little to the side so that I could continue my crotch massage. I felt his Thai cock already firming up.

He increased the intensity of his kiss and used his tongue to massage my lips while his hands moved lower to gently cup my ass cheeks. I was getting aroused and was pleased that we had taken this direction. I unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my smooth chest for him. He reached for both of my nipples and began to twist them gently. As I responded positively to his nipple treatment, he twisted them harder. We both removed our eyeglasses and then the rest of what we had on.

I took a seat on the edge of the bed to be able to suck his dick, but he pushed me backwards onto the bed to be in a supine position with my cock fully exposed. He knelt between my legs and bent his body to insert my shaft into his wet mouth. He took me halfway into his body and sucked hard as his mouth retreated. He went deeper and deeper working to take all of me into his mouth but he gagged as he worked on getting in the last inch. I hadn’t had a hot mouth on my dick in a while and it felt so good. I lightly massaged his soft black hair as his head moved up and down. He came forward and laid his naked body on top of mine with our hard dicks pressing on each other. He kissed me passionately as he declared, “You are so sexy.”

He knelt on the bed positioning his dick by my head so that I could suck him. He was extremely hard and longer than usual for a Thai man. He moaned as I took all of his shaft into my mouth where he reached the back of my throat. I rubbed his small balls as I moved his cock in and out of my warm mouth. I turned sideways a little and his hand reached for my naked ass to massage one of my cheeks. His strong hand felt good on my muscled ass and I hoped that he would want to push his hard cock inside.

He was getting very aroused so he pulled his dick back from my mouth. He took a pillow and wedged it under my ass while he also put on the bed a small leather pouch. I felt his hand rub lube on my cock and then on my anal opening. I also heard the sound of a condom being opened. He was reading my mind. He used both of his hands to massage my dick, paying particular attention to the head. “Good,” he declared as I reacted with pleasure and a firmed up stick.

I felt his finger press against my asshole and he was surprised to discover that he could easily penetrate me. “Mmmm, very good,” he evaluated. He pushed my legs up over my head and pressed his hips against my ass so that his cock could slide into me. His slender dick found no barrier as he pushed all the way in with the first thrust. Even though his cock was slender, it was so hard that it readily applied pressure on my prostate. He kept his dick all the way in while he returned to massaging the head of my lubricated shaft. The sensation of cock stimulation and prostate pressure provided great sexual intensity.

He stopped massaging my cock and focused on his forceful thrusts into my ass and he noted that my breathing increased as he did so. He continued to pound away until he sensed his oncoming orgasm. He returned to pleasuring my dick while his was firmly inside me. “I want you to cum,” he directed me as his fingers twisted my nipples firmly. I was close to orgasm but needed to stroke it out myself. I began to massage my shaft and he returned to his serious thrusting. I was so aroused by his pounding with gusto that my orgasm built quickly. He sensed that I was close and increased the speed of his thrusts. As he banged my prostate, sperm gushed from my cock onto my chest while I held my breath. He exhaled fully as his thrusting came to a halt. With his cock being so slender, I wasn’t sure that he had orgasmed. “Did you cum?” I asked him directly. “Yes,” he declared as he collapsed onto my body.

He only lay there briefly before he pulled out his softening dick and removed the condom. He used paper towels to wipe my ass and gave me a couple for my chest. With his tidying completed he lay down next to me looking at the ceiling with a smile on his face. I turned to him and placed one hand on his bare chest, listening to his breathing returning to normal.

I knew that Teng would not initiate conversation so I just put it out there, “Have you always been gay?” He was neither surprised nor annoyed by the question. “When I was young, I tried with a couple of girls, but I wasn’t comfortable. Then I started noticing older Caucasian men and I knew I was gay. I was attracted to Michael right away and he wanted a relationship, so we came together. I don’t like being alone, without him. I get bored.”

Teng explained that they had a big condo in Bangkok where there was another gay couple who lived there as well, so he had roommates but not a partner. It was the house in the countryside where the absence of Michael was felt most keenly. He showed me a number of photos on his phone of the beautiful large gardens and the lake that fronted the property. I asked if he had someone who took care of the gardens and he affirmed. He did not share any pictures of Michael.

I asked if his family knew about his gay life and he informed me that both of his parents had died early and that he didn’t allow his siblings to visit the house that he had shared with his partner. That was private space and they could stay in his condo but not at the house. He and Michael had created a safe hideaway for their gay lives.

I asked Teng how he learned his English and he declared that he had gone to a language school for a month and then decided that he could learn the rest on his own. He got a job as a purchasing manager and dealt with a lot of companies who spoke English but not Thai. That job also had him traveling to Canada and the US where he could fully practice his English.

He complained about the current Covid situation for travel and was pessimistic about vaccines given that there were different strains of the virus and perhaps you would need a different vaccine for the country where you were going. I agreed that the future with this virus was very unknown since it was so new. This was a terrible situation for his property management business.

“Did you eat?” Teng asked suddenly. It was a very common question for Thai people to ask and often led to stopping at a restaurant to share a meal. I declared that I had not and he proposed going to a restaurant for lunch, since he was now hungry. He offered a shower which I gladly accepted. Before I entered the bathroom, I noted a large collection of opera CDs. I commented on them and he put on some opera while we made our preparations to depart.

I would have expected us to find a restaurant in the area of his condo, but he drove back to my neighborhood where he selected a beach restaurant that catered to Westerners but also served Thai food. He had even asked me ahead of time what I liked to eat and I encouraged spicy Thai food which surprised him. It was well after lunchtime and there were only half a dozen patrons in the restaurant so we were able to take a street side outdoor table which had a great view of the beach and the passersby provided eye candy.

The menu with pictures had more than one hundred selections so it was quite astonishing when we both ordered the same Thai broad noodles with pork. I chose water and he had a Coke. Teng talked about places that he could take me in his car the next time that he came back to Pattaya and I looked forward to a repeat performance. He became comfortable enough with me to relate an experience about a ladyboy at work.

He had hired a young man, but the problem arose when four days later the man arrived at work dressed and looking like a woman. Teng pulled the man into his office and asked dumbfoundedly what was happening? The young man informed Teng that he was in the process of transitioning to being a fulltime woman and his operation was scheduled for two months later. Since the young person was doing good work, Teng proposed that s/he continue to present as a woman but not go back and forth. The transitioning man accepted the proposal and Teng sold the idea to his boss and to the rest of the work team. I was impressed with the willingness of the business to take this position. Ironically, Teng’s own gay life remained hidden.

The new employee was very grateful and a month later offered to introduce him to a sauna which would be a new experience for Teng. Once at the sauna, he discovered that there was a wealth of older Caucasian men which were his favorite. He hid his interest but made sure that he returned alone at a later date to fully enjoy himself. That was how he had met Michael.

Our delicious food arrived and we ate casually while noticing all of the attractive bodies walking by. Teng asked if I wanted dessert and I informed him that I mostly didn’t eat dessert because I had been a professional pastry chef and I was usually disappointed with offerings in a restaurant. I encouraged him to have something if he wanted and he selected some coconut ice cream. The server tried to interest me in rum raisin ice cream but I declined. Teng consumed his dessert with great pleasure and waved to have the check brought over. I insisted on paying for the lunch and he accepted saying, “I will pay for the next one.”

Teng decided that it was time for a walk before he would meet with a friend nearby for a light dinner. I needed to cool down my body in the pool at my condo and informed him. We walked together to my nearby location and had a confused parting. Teng offered a handshake which I accepted but then I pulled him into me and kissed him on the cheek so he kissed me back on my cheek which was complicated by the face masks we were both wearing. I was happy to have met Teng and provide him with a small adventure to break up his loneliness. It also cheered me that he was willing to be so open with me right from the start and I looked forward to feeling him again.

Nuru Massage in Pattaya

I vacillated repeatedly about whether to go or not. I read the reviews about nuru massage in Pattaya multiple times and looked at the photos of the clothed young Asian women who would provide the nude oil massage. I was anxious about how an old man would be received in this venue. I was in good physical shape and had good endowment, but I was still almost seventy years old. Part of me also had performance anxiety. Would I be so nervous that I couldn’t function?

I had been in Pattaya three months and was due to leave Thailand within the next two weeks. In the end, it was the time sense that I might not be able to get back into Thailand and this might be my only opportunity to have this experience. I also knew that the massage businesses were eager to find any customer since Thailand was still closed to tourists. I plucked up my will power and decided to go.

I needed to take a Bhat bus to get to the area a couple of miles from my condo location. The massage salon was located in the area of Pattaya that was known for sexual activity of all types, including a boy’s town. After I got off the bus, it was just a few blocks of walking to get to my destination. I readily recognized the building from the website photo and observed three attractive young Asian women sitting outside as was typical for all massage businesses. It was late afternoon on a beautiful day.

They were surprised to see me approach, disbelieving that they had a customer. I was their only customer during the time of my massage. The oldest of the three, who turned out to be the manager, welcomed me and asked if I had come for an oil massage and I affirmed. She smiled pleasantly and encouraged me to come inside to the reception area. She directed me to sit on a black leather love seat which I did.

She obtained the plasticized pricing sheet and took a seat next to me. She openly discussed the three options all of which came with an uncovered blow job. The directness of her talk was almost shocking. For 1500 Bhat I could choose one girl for 45 minutes. As a special promotion, the 2000 Bhat 70 minute session would include a second girl for the last thirty minutes. 2800 Bhat would get me two girls for the full 70 minutes. She declared that the 2000 Bhat promotion was my best choice.

I was certain that 70 minutes was more than my body would take and I joked to her that two women might cause my death. I opted for the 45 minute session and the disappointment clearly showed on the owner’s face. She had three very attractive Thai girls in their twenties line up for me so that I could choose my masseuse. All three of the girls were wearing very tight black denim shorts that had metal buttons going up the front which suggested sexual opportunity. They also had form fitting black blouses that flared at the shoulders. Each petite, attractive masseuse had beautiful long black hair. All of them were very attractive.

The one closest to me provided a very encouraging smile and she exuded a good energy. When I chose her, I asked her name and she informed me that she was “Moon.” She thanked me for selecting her and gave me a Thai “wai” bow of honor. She departed to a rear area to get what she needed for the massage.

The owner asked for payment up front and provided a folio for me to place my money. I provided two 1000 Bhat bills and she asked for exact bills if I had them which I did. I removed one bill and provided five smaller denominations to cover the cost. That may have indicated that the current business had a cash crunch.

Moon was now ready and invited me to follow her. I had read online that the service rooms were up a few flights of stairs which was almost accurate. Moon walked ahead of me and made sure that she stayed only two steps ahead so that her beautiful ass in those tight black shorts was in my view as we climbed the two flights of narrow stairs. They were well lit and had handrails so it was a most pleasant climb given the view and knowing that soon she would be naked with me. I had strong urges to reach out and touch her but I suppressed the physical while the emotional surged onward.

We arrived at the massage room which had a bathroom on the left as we entered. The room was a typical bedroom size with a queen sized mattress that had a fitted white plastic cover. On top of the cover was a pillow and a long white towel. There was a small dresser for placing personal items. Moon encouraged me to get naked and she did the same. I was astonished to be getting naked with this beautiful twenty something woman. I asked if I could touch her hair and reached out to do so while asking. She didn’t stop me so both of my hands caressed her lovely hair before she wrapped it up into a bun to do the massage.

Moon invited me to take a shower where she soon joined me. The water was warm and I asked her to adjust the temperature to cooler and she laughed that I needed cool water. She was even more beautiful when she laughed. She was completely hairless except for the top of her head. She had small breasts with dark brown nipples that were appealing. They were an appropriate size given that she weighed less than ninety pounds. She asked me to turn to the wall and she soaped up my back with a liquid soap that provided a lot of lather. Her touch was so tender that I moaned as I leaned up against the wall and began to relax. When she asked me to turn around, my cock was already thick and engorged but not pointing forward. She smiled when she noted that she had pleased me. She soaped up my front and then dropped to her haunches where my dick was directly at her face level. She sensually soaped up my legs before approaching my shaft. She liberally lathered up my sexual parts and spent a lot of time lengthening my rod as she smiled openly. I was again in a state of disbelief that this was happening. Moon rinsed me off front and back and directed me to the massage room. She had me lay on the bed face down where she covered my body with another white towel. She declared that she needed to shower and departed.

My cock was fully hard and pressing into the mattress while I envisioned her naked body in the shower covered with the same white lather that she had used on me. When she returned to the massage room my dick was just as hard as when she had left. I was no longer apprehensive about what was coming.

Moon kept the towel on top of me as she placed her naked body on top of mine. She slid down and massaged my back and shoulders through the towel which was a typical Thai technique. She knelt on my legs to massage my lower back before she removed the towel completely. I felt very hot oil dribbled onto my back and was surprised at the high temperature but it wasn’t painful. She massaged the oil onto my back and then dripped oil onto both of my legs. She sensually massaged my legs and made sure that her hands went all the way up to my ass where she squeezed my buns.

I could hear her rubbing the same warm oil onto her naked body and my vision of that was very arousing. She laid her naked oiled body on top of my oiled body and began sensually moving back and forth pressing her bare breasts into my body. I couldn’t believe how much my body was enjoying the sensation and stimulation. I almost became giddy from the imaging.

After she very sensually massaged my legs, she asked me to turn over. She smiled at my full arousal and dripped warm oil onto my chest. She used her hands to move some of the hot nuru gel to my cock which felt amazing. She pumped my shaft firmly to spread the oil everywhere.  Moon lay her naked body on top of mine and used her breasts to massage my chest while my hard on was between her sexy legs. She didn’t mind when I touched her smooth shoulders and back.

She turned her body so that her face confronted my dick and her ass was to my side. I rubbed her round cheeks and took pleasure in her youthful muscles. Moon stroked my hard shaft and I could see that a few times she slipped me into her mouth. All of the sensations were so amazing that I didn’t care where she put me. I managed to reach her pussy and used my oiled hand to rub her labia. She spread her legs wider and I found her opening which was small and tight. She continued to pump my oiled cock and her breathing became more intense. I pushed my middle finger inside her pussy and she clenched on me as she moaned. I couldn’t tell if her reactions were real or part of her routine, but I was increasingly aroused either way. My breathing deepened and my body shook as I felt my sperm shooting upward in a joyous climax of extreme sensuality. Moon laughed with joy at her success.

She used a small towel to sensually remove the deposit from my body. “You OK?” she asked and I declared that I was much better than OK. I knew that we were finished, but I asked her to lay her naked body on me once more and she complied with my request. She was so compact and sexy laying on top of me as I held her close to my much older nakedness. In less than a minute I released her and she encouraged me to take a shower. “70 minute better for you,” she declared as she followed me.

Moon used the same process as the first shower to clean the oil from my body in a deeply sensual way using the same high lather soap. She made sure that my shaft was clean and happy like the rest of my naked body. She encouraged me to get dressed while she showered, but I stood in the doorway to watch her extraordinary body while I smiled with pleasure. She was slightly embarrassed but pleased that she had a new client.

As we returned to our clothes she asked again, “You OK?” which I most assuredly was. I took 300 Bhat from my pocket and offered it as a tip which was not required or expected. She returned a Thai thank you with a bow. She led me back down the stairs which was not nearly as much fun as the climb had been.

When we reached the reception area, the manager smiled and asked, “How was it?” I declared that it was fantastic and that I would return the following week. Moon and the manager both provided a smiling farewell with a bow of gratitude for supporting their business. I was light hearted and elated as I walked to where I could catch the bus. I passed many massage salons along the way but none of them would have been able to match my nuru experience.

Ravi in Penang 3

When I departed from Ravi and Penang back in March, we had made a plan that I would return sometime in the Winter. It was just ten days later that serious Covid-19 restrictions were implemented without warning in both Malaysia and Thailand. Both countries severely restricted air travel, as well as trains and buses. Foreigners were not allowed to move within the country and I was glad that I had chosen to stay in Chiang Mai where the virus was very limited. The same turned out to be true for the island of Penang.

Ravi and I continued to communicate through texting and it became increasingly clear that the attraction we had experienced was becoming stronger. Each hungered to have more time with the other. Our communication seemed to enhance our desires and the absence of physical contact made the desire ever stronger. I decided that when the borders opened, I would return to Penang and spend at least a month to learn how compatible we were when we would travel together and have overnights.

Unfortunately, both governments kept moving the goal posts for tourism and I couldn’t gain entry into Malaysia where I would be allowed stay for three months if I could only find a way in. I remembered my other Penang experience with Cole and Shin and devised a plan. If I could get Shin to agree to hire me as a consultant, then I could gain entry as a worker, which had become a legitimate way to cross the border. I would pay him my salary which he would return to me.

When I suggested this plan to Shin, he was reluctant to do anything that might get him into trouble. I chose to tell him the truth about my interest in Ravi and Shin’s emotional side kicked into gear. Now he had a good reason to want to help me even if there were some risk. To make the cover story work, I would have to lodge in Kuala Lumpur where Shin’s business had its office. The weekend would be free to go to Penang and have time with Ravi.

I decided to fly to Kuala Lumpur from Bangkok so that the immigration officer would be more likely to speak some English and understand my “work” situation. Crossing at a land border seemed to pose a greater risk of being turned away. At an airport, I was already in the country and would be requesting time to stay for my consulting work. Worst case, I would be denied entry and have to return to the US. The potential benefit outweighed the risk.

My flight to Kuala Lumpur had more passengers that I had expected but there was still an empty seat next to me and everyone work masks in the airport and on the plane. Temperatures were checked in both Bangkok and Kuala Lumpur. When I provided my passport at the immigration entry port in Kuala Lumpur the agent initially determined that I could not enter. I showed him my offer letter of employment from Shin that I had printed while I was still in Thailand. I didn’t think that he could read it but it must have seemed official to him, because he placed the entry stamp in my passport. I was in!  I texted Shin and he was relieved for both of us.

I stayed in the same building in the downtown area which had the great views of the Petronas Towers. I had chosen not to inform Ravi of my plan because it made no sense to get him worried and there was certainly the option of failure. Once I was settled in my place, I let him know that I was in Kuala Lumpur. He was ecstatic and wanted to know how I managed entry. I provided my story and we made a plan for me to be in Penang two days later. I arranged an Airbnb condo in Jelutong where I had stayed before, enjoying the non-touristy neighborhood with great hawker food. Ravi lived about fifteen minutes from there by motorbike and he also enjoyed the neighborhood.

He was working the day shift at this point and would be able to visit me on Friday evening. I was excited and anxious to meet him. I had visions of clothes coming off the instant that we were behind the closed door in my condo. I generally avoided creating images of future times, but I was unable to control my desire to be with him.

Friday came and I used the bus to get to Penang late in the afternoon. Since I was familiar with the area it was easy to locate my Airbnb space and get settled in. The grocery store was a short walk away and I obtained basics like water, fruit, snacks and ramen. We could get dinner on the street.

Ravi texted me that he was on his way which got me very excited. I was not anxious about anything because the energy between us had always been good and our connection had deepened during the six months of being kept apart. When I saw his motorbike pull into the parking lot, I wanted to rush to him and hug him right there, but I knew that that was impossible in this Muslim country. I couldn’t tell which of us had the bigger smile, but lots of teeth were on display.

Even in the elevator I had to restrain my physical desires because there was always the ability for someone else to get on. I sensed that Ravi was having the same struggles. When we were in the condo with shoes removed, we faced each other in disbelief that we were finally together. I put both my hands on his shoulders and brought our lips gently together. The sweetness of the kiss was matched by its tenderness and depth of feeling.

He pulled me close into his athletic body and our kiss became more passionate and may have lasted multiple minutes as our hands touched each other confirming our physical attraction. Our cocks were pressing for release from clothing but our energies were merging deeply while our nakedness was still covered. I gave in to the desires of my cock and lifted his shirt over his head revealing his beautiful skin that I loved to touch.

I kissed his flesh softly and sucked gently on his nipples before dropping to my knees to confront the bulge pushing his shorts forward. I pulled down his shorts and pressed my face into his underwear which was all that stood between me and his firm shaft. Ravi sensually rubbed my hair while I nestled into his crotch. He pulled down his underwear to release his hard dick for the pleasure of both of us. I hungrily took him into my mouth and couldn’t restrain my need to feel him at the back of my throat. He moaned and held my head firmly as he pushed himself fully inside. The memories of our earlier times came rushing into my head and my body wanted to merge with him in all ways possible. I was so attracted to him.

He pulled me up and unbuttoned my shirt to expose my nipples which loved the feeling of his warm mouth. He nibbled both of them as he slipped my shirt off of my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. He kissed my smooth chest and nuzzled his face into my belly taking in my scent. He pulled down my shorts, releasing my dick since I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He took just the head of my shaft into his mouth and savored the taste of my precum. He cupped my balls and took half of me while pressing his lips firmly along my member. His passion took over and he quickly plunged his head into my body, taking all of my cock into his warmth. I moaned and tenderly massaged his head while slowly thrusting my dick in and out of his eager mouth. “Come to bed,” I directed, knowing that both of us wanted to enjoy his cock sliding in and out of my smooth ass.

I had prepped the bed with a pillow and towel in place. I lay on my back with the pillow elevating my ass so that he could easily slide inside me. Ravi was so handsome and attractive standing next to the bed while I got into my position. He climbed on top of me pressing our cocks together as he leaned forward to kiss me passionately. His tongue eagerly thrust into me getting my mind ready for the next thrusting that was to come. I needed to feel him deep inside.

He took some lube from the side of the bed and rubbed my opening sensually before inserting his middle finger. He applied lube to both of our dicks and stroked them to the hardest state possible. He rubbed his cock along my opening before slipping in just the firm head. My eyes widened as he pressed deeper, filling me with all that he had. I had longed for that moment and was elated at its arrival. I rubbed his athletic chest and arms as he slowly slid his shaft in and out all of the way, making me want him more and more.

It was not long before the stimulation increased as his thrusts became more powerful. He manly pumped his shaft deep into my body as his balls smacked against my ass muscles. He stopped while he was still inside me and leaned into my body to kiss me. While our lips were pressed together, he resumed his thrusts. The speed increased and I felt his cock harden before it burst open flooding me with his sperm. I held his sexy body close to me while he shuddered with orgasmic pleasure. “Oh, yes!” I breathed softly in his ear. “I love to have you cum inside me, you sexy man.”

His breathing was still labored and I encouraged him to rest his body on top of mine. He relaxed one arm but kept the other engaged for support. “I have thought about you so often,” he declared openly. “You have been much on my mind too,” I returned with honesty. Those were the extent of our words as we both took pleasure in feeling the energy of each other in our intimate post coital bonding.

As his cock softened, I reluctantly felt him slip away from me leaving a trail of sperm behind. I lowered my legs and he dropped down resting his head on my stomach listening to the sounds of my inner organs. I tenderly massaged his head enjoying the sensations of his nakedness on mine. He took my still firm cock into his mouth and I gasped with pleasure. He energetically pumped his head up and down on my shaft while massaging my wet balls. He slipped his middle finger inside and rubbed my prostate pushing my dick deeper inside him. He twisted one of my nipples very hard and the stimulation caused my cum to leap into his waiting mouth. I heard him swallow deeply a couple of times before he released my cock. We both laughed with the joy of our release and the pleasure of being together.

Ravi came up and kissed me sweetly with the taste of my cum still on his lips. He lay back on the bed and I snuggled into his chest while he wrapped one arm around my shoulder. The satisfaction of our merging was significant and there was a glow of sexual energy that filled the room to overflowing. I knew that I just wanted to be with this sexy, sensual man. I felt the same desires emanating from him.

We hadn’t made any plans, but we both knew that at some point we would get some dinner on the street. In the meantime, we kept our naked bodies close to one another relishing the feelings and leaving behind the six months of frustration in trying to be together. Now we would have sufficient time to delve deeper into the lives of each other and hopefully find true compatibility on multiple levels. Time would tell us that. Time that we would cherish together.

Unfortunately, none of this story took place. Ravi and I endeavored to be together, but the Thai and Malaysian governments extended the movement restrictions for tourists into the next year. I couldn’t remain longer in Southeast Asia and returned to the US while waiting for a Covid vaccine to be developed. Many of my friends and family members had missed me and it was time to nurture those important relationships. I had no doubt in my mind that I would stay in touch with Ravi and return at the earliest opportunity. In the meantime, all I could do was fantasize.