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.