Early in the afternoon, Timy sent an email asking if I wanted to go to a street market and I readily agreed. I was the first one in the lobby this time and he called out my name while displaying a full smile. I was sure that I returned the same happy smile to be with him once again. “I changed my mind. How about going to the walking street?” I would have gone anywhere he suggested, so I readily agreed. “I haven’t been to the walking street in a long time and it would be good for you to see it.” How could I disagree? Besides, I very much enjoyed the affable confidence and energy of this man.
We went to the parking space under my residence and I asked, “So, how long did it take you to get out last night?” He laughed, “It wasn’t as bad as the first time.” The parking garage was very complicated and lacked good signage. The day before we had gotten into his car on the parking level below my residence, but instead of an easy exit we were directed by signage to go up four levels of parking before turning around and finding another downward direction which allowed us to exit almost ten minutes after we had begun.
Chiang Mai was Timy’s city so I deferred to him completely about what to do and how to get there. He asked if I had been to the walking street and I affirmed that I had done so on my first visit to Chiang Mai but had not done so recently. The walking street was at least two kilometers in length in a cross shape in the middle of the old city. Not even bicycles were allowed, let alone cars or motorbikes so it was an area safe for pedestrians, except from other pedestrians.
I think that he had more than one plan for parking, but it was the final plan of parking at the temple which was successful. We drove down many long streets and turned around more than once before we reached the refuge of a temple where welcoming monks dressed in typical orange robes waved us into the temple grounds and guided Timy to a place where he could park. When he exited the car, I observed a donation to the temple being made. It was a good side business for the monks, offering a much needed service in addition to their spiritual guidance.
“It’s been years since I’ve been on this street. I used to go to school over there and would get street food over there,” he pointed out as we walked along some unidentifiable small street which was barely big enough for one car to make its way. Soon we were in the throngs of people and vendors. It felt like Times Square on New Year’s Eve with people on the street as close to each other as a rush hour subway train. I had a small amount of claustrophobia which kicked in, but I kept it at bay while shuffling through the crowds with Timy. It was a good thing that we were there early before the big crowds arrived.
Timy was an intelligent man in his environment and knew how to navigate the way like a child remembering a long ago friendly path. It was not long before we were on the grounds of another temple which was filled with food vendors. “Do you want a skewer?” he asked pointing to the grilled meats on a stick which were not appealing to me and I deferred until later. Then we approached another stall and he didn’t ask, but ordered deep fried fish cakes with scallions. The batter looked like ham salad which the old woman formed into a small pancake by hand before tossing into the large vat of hot oil. They were piping hot having just come out of the fryer and Timy said, “These are only good when they just come out. Otherwise, they’re like eating grease.” I didn’t doubt that since they were crispy and delicious but clearly loaded with fats. It was probably the least healthy way to eat fish. He paid a dollar or so and I complained that this dinner was supposed to be my treat. “You can pay for dinner when we get there. This is just street food.” I had to laugh at his distinction.
He took on another mission to find something from his childhood and we soon located his destination. “Do you want some coconut ice?” I declined admitting that I stopped eating those kinds of things some years back. He happily ordered his and once again paid sort of a dollar or less. He insisted that I use the tiny spoon to have a taste saying, “It’s only coconut and not with cream like ice cream.” I accepted the kind offer of the frozen item and agreed that it had a good taste. He saw that it was not my true enjoyment and quickly devoured the cup of frozen coconut as we moved along in the heat.
“Oh good. It’s not packed yet. Soon there will be a line.” Timy pointed to an outdoor restaurant which seated maybe forty people. The chairs were small and the tables were low which works well for Thai people who can easily bend their knees and bodies. It worked less well for tall Caucasians who couldn’t bend knees very well any more. Timy did all of the ordering in Thai and I offered suggestions about what I wanted. Soon he was presented with the rice soup which my guess was made from yesterday’s rice just as we made rice pudding in the US from yesterday’s rice. He ate childlike and ravenously two bowls of the soup before the meal began. I didn’t find it of interest and held out for the whole crispy fish.
Soon the fish, the morning glories and spring rolls arrived. Timy noted that I was not eating like a Thai person and gave me permission to use my chop sticks to just break off a piece of the fish and eat it. “Thai people don’t put food on plates in front of themselves. That makes it seem like you are afraid there won’t be enough. We take one bite at a time from the main dish and just eat it. This way you can see if others have a favorite.” I’m sure that this made sense in Thailand, but I was accustomed not to use personal utensils to touch the main dish. I did my best to adjust to the Thai way.
All of the food was delicious and more than we could eat. When the bill came, Timy allowed me to pay the cheap amount of twenty one dollars which also included two fruit shakes. The restaurant was pleased to have us return their business table since there was now a line waiting to sit. “Thai people don’t sit long at a table, but just eat and go.” I didn’t feel rushed, but I did think that we were there longer than most other tables. It must have been my Caucasian influence.
The throngs of walking people had increased. How was that possible? My crowd issues increased correspondingly and I suggested that there were too many people for it to be pleasant. I sensed that he was also ready to be naked but neither of us stated so. We returned to the car where the monk was ready to have a new space made available as we left the temple. It seemed much easier to leave than to arrive and soon Timy was putting us into a parking space at my residence.
During this whole time there had been no public physical contact between us which I readily saw between heterosexuals at the walking street. Straight people held hands and arms were graced around shoulders, but this was not allowed for same gender couples. We had to wait for a closed door private space.
We both needed to use the bathroom before sexual contact and I encouraged him to go first. Timy readily accepted the suggestion and was therefore naked on my bed when I emerged from the bathroom in a clean condition. I smiled at the beautiful man with an open smile welcoming me to my own bed. We were familiar now with some of the things that were exciting for each other but there was still lots of territory left unexplored. I climbed naked into our bed and we kissed sweetly and then more passionately as our libidos fired up.
“I probably won’t orgasm today because I had such a good one yesterday,” I admitted. “You need more recovery time?” I affirmed and said that it was usually forty eight hours in between for me. “I stopped having orgasms as a goal many years ago and I can have a great time without the need for release.” He plucked hard at my nipples saying, “I know we’ll have fun anyway.”
He climbed on top of me with my back on the bed. He sensually rubbed our two cocks together which were both very responsive to that stimulation. Soon he slid forward and pressed my dick on his smooth ass which led me to squeeze those sexy buns which were small but globular. He grabbed some lube and began to rub my hard shaft on his lubed entry point. I could feel that Timy was very tight and I had some girth so I knew that he would be in for a challenge, especially if he hadn’t had sex in six months. It wasn’t long though before I felt the tip of my cock push up inside his hot body and he gasped as his opening was stretched. I didn’t push further until he caught his breath and was ready to receive more of me. I gyrated a bit to help stretch his hole and make it more comfortable for him. I also tugged on his hard cock to distract him with a different sensation that made his eyes widen as well as his ass.
Timy was so strong and athletic that he could just stay in that hunker position without it bothering his knees the way that it would have for me. He slowly pushed himself on all of the way so that he had seven thick inches of meat deep inside. I could tell that it was painful for him so I relaxed to soften my cock a bit for him to be more comfortable. Timy only stayed with me inside for another minute before lifting off and stroking our cocks together. I think that he was pleased with his anal accomplishment of fitting all of me inside. I know I was happy and smiling.
He turned me on my side and pressed his hard cock up against my opening. He was ready to plunge head first inside and I was eager to feel him there again. He took his time and teased my hole with his lubed cock putting only an inch inside before pulling back out again. Then he reentered and went another inch. Each time holding himself back from the full thrusting that his body wanted. Before long he gave up holding back and started making long hard thrusts into me that shook me and the bed. He was breathing heavily and abandoned holding out for more pleasure. He wanted to just take me and fill me with his cum. I felt his stiff cock somehow get harder and knew that soon I would feel that warm squirt of juice. His orgasm was silent, but his whole body shook with the release and I knew that he had filled me to the brim. I loved being able to give this sexy man the pleasure that he desired.
Timy stayed inside and just snuggled up with his sweaty smooth body. It was a good thing that I had put down a towel because otherwise the sheets would have been soaked with our body fluids. “Wow. That was great,” I said earnestly and he just replied, “Wffff…” as he relaxed from two days of tennis and sex.
We lay together naked for an hour or so talking about jobs. I asked him if he liked his work and without pausing, he declared that he was happy with the work and the situation, but he had begun to think about retirement. There wasn’t enough money yet but if there were he would leave. I suggested part time work before retirement and he said that that would look funny to Thai people, like you didn’t have enough money. It was a social embarrassment to go back to work after one retired. No, that wasn’t possible. We were just enjoying all that the other had to offer in intelligence and insights as well as cultural awareness and personal experiences.
It was easy talking with him and I laughed when Timy declared that women talked more than men because we had been talking non-stop. I told him about a former girlfriend who was a ruminant and just couldn’t let things go, speaking ad nauseam. She remembered every negative thing that anyone had done to her, especially her seven Irish siblings. She would tell me the same story ten times as if I’d never heard it before. It was impossible to imagine what it must have been like going on inside her head, like a merry go round that never stopped.
“So, now that I know you are OK with me asking intrusive questions, how often do you masturbate?” I inquired. I hadn’t asked that question of anyone before but it came into my head and soon out of my mouth. Timy didn’t hesitate but responded, “Most days, but not today.” And I realized that this question was even more intrusive than my usual questions about when did your start with men and how did you lose your virginity. This question opened up current sexual activity which was often very personal and private.
It was now late on Sunday evening and Timy would have work in the morning. We were both shocked when we realized that it was almost midnight. We had had a wonderful weekend together but would have to wait five days before he would be free again. We kissed and hugged at the door like old friends with both of us headed for pleasant sexy dreams.