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.