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.