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.