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.