When the weather changed to the rainy season, Timy sent me an email on a sexual website asking if I had noted how the air had cleared from the mountain. I certainly had. We had a short exchange of emails and I decided to switch to WhatsApp so that I could text him which would be more efficient. We had used that app to communicate in the past. I didn’t hear back from him for a few days, so I sent another text which didn’t get a response either. I figured that he must have been very busy with his medical work and chose not to pester him.
After three weeks, I noted that he was online on the website where we had connected, so I wrote to him to declare that I was glad to see him there and that I had sent him messages on the other app. Timy informed me that he had closed his WhatsApp account because of an annoying person. That explained the absence of reply but didn’t explain why the app hadn’t inform me that my messages were going to a closed account. That was bad programming. Timy suggested that we use email for communication.
We made a plan to meet the next day at my place at 10 AM. Neither of us liked getting up early and that’s a reasonable time for a morning session. He was fifteen minutes early, but I expected him to be, so that meant that he was only technically early. I went down to the lobby to let him into the secure area. He was wearing dress pants and shoes with a freshly ironed buttoned down short sleeve shirt. He looked crisp and professional, like a medical professor.
Even before Covid-19, Thai people didn’t greet with touch and I always had to hold myself back from a handshake or a hug because I was a very tactile person. I was successful with Timy, even when we were alone in the elevator since he would not have been comfortable. We entered my space and he asked me if the pool had been opened. I declared that it was supposed to be opened the day before but it wasn’t. I had seen a couple of people in the pool in the morning so I was going to be hopeful.
Timy told me about an incident the day before, when the pool at his club where he played tennis was opened. One Caucasian male was in the pool which was still green from not having been treated. They informed the man that the chemicals had just been put into the pool and that the pool was not safe for use. The man remained standing in the green water expressing his frustration. These were trying times.
Timy had informed me that we had two hours before he had to leave, so I knew that I didn’t need to rush into sex with him, but I hadn’t been with anyone for weeks and neither had he, so chemistry became the driver of the morning. He hadn’t shaved and had bristly dark hairs above and below his lips which were very manly and attractive. I had trimmed my moustache to almost the same level.
I approached him and we had a very sensual kiss as I began to undo the top buttons of his finely pressed shirt. I reached inside and was reminded of how much I enjoyed his smooth hairless Asian skin. Timy was just second-generation Chinese in Thailand so there hadn’t been enough time for the genes to mix with some of the more native Thai people who could have some body hair. I held the back of his head just as he held the back of mine in our sensual embrace that included humming sounds of satisfaction as I played with his hairless nipples.
I had thought about shaving the area around my nipples where there were a dozen or so hairs, but then I thought maybe Timy prefered some hair. Perhaps that was one of the things that attracted him to Caucasian men. I didn’t ask him about that but felt that one day I would ask about his preference. The more I was with him the more questions I had about such minor details.
As we pressed our clothed bodies together, there was arousal taking place in both of us. His bulging cock pressed toward me and mine toward him. There was stimulation of multiple areas as our lips and tongues played and hands rubbed nipples and clothed dicks. It was a sensual prelude to the abandonment of clothing. Shirts came off. His was carefully placed while mine was just tossed. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor as I bent over to pull his cock out from his tight dark jockey shorts. He was fully hard and ready for my warm mouth.
I could barely tell that he was uncut because his hard cock was pressing forward to meet me eagerly. Neither of us had had sex in weeks, and our dicks were driving us to try to procreate with each other, even though that was quite impossible. Timy moaned as I licked the head of his dick before taking it into my warm mouth. It was satisfying to have his cock where I wanted it.
He rubbed my hair and my back as I took his shaft all the way into my mouth. Timy had a longer cock than most Asians and he could readily reach the back of my throat when I sucked him all the way in. That aroused him the most. He held my head in place and pumped his hard cock back and forth until he decided it was time to be on the bed.
We both finished getting naked and as he went to lay down on the bed, I pulled him back to the end of the bed where I had placed a towel for me to sit. I directed him to stand in place while I sucked on his hard dick for a long time. I had really missed working his shaft with my warm mouth and I was not going to let him get away with a short sucking.
Eventually, I allowed him to take a supine position on the bed and I placed my naked body directly on top of him. He took my hard cock and placed it between his legs and I made multiple thrusts while his hard cock was pressing into my abdomen. We were kissing and nibbling on each other’s neck while our lower bodies were engaged in more aggressive movements. His strong hands were working the muscles of my back.
I rolled over onto my side and he lifted himself up to a kneeling position before plunging down onto my cock with his warm mouth. I had been missing the way he gave such good attention to my dick. While he was sucking, he reached up and played with my nipples which caused me to be fully aroused.
“I want to fuck you today,” I declared in my best bedroom voice. “You let me do it once before,” I continued when he didn’t answer. “You know that you are too big for me,” he answered honestly. “It was so painful the last time and I have to go to work next. I don’t want to be walking funny or dripping while at work,” he joked and we both laughed at the image of the professor at the university in that condition. At least he would be able to get cheap treatment.
I relented and he determined that he wanted to make me orgasm. He began to suck me more intently and then moved to stroking my cock using his saliva as a lube. He twisted my nipples while he stroked me with intent. I tried to hold back but it had been five days since I had last masturbated and I was so ready to release. My load went high up in the air before landing on his chest and mine. “Oh, you made a lot of cum today,” he declared with a satisfied smile. He continued to stroke me until I was too sensitive and had to make him stop.
He tossed me a small towel from the nightstand and lay down next to me while I recovered my energy. “You know I deleted WhatsApp because you and this other guy were the only ones and he was very annoying,” began Timy. “We had been communicating and he was a nice looking man from the US, just like you. But when I told him that in all of Thailand, we only had 3000 cases of Covid-19, he said “I don’t believe you. Your government is lying to you about the number of cases.” Timy was dumbfounded. “Why would he say that to me? So, I told him that I’m a professor in the largest medical center in the country and if there were a lot of cases, I would know it.” “No you’re not. You’re just telling me that,” continued the American aggressively. Timy decided that the man was no longer attractive and didn’t send a responding text. Thirty minutes later the man used the app to make an International phone call to Timy who was flummoxed by the aggressiveness and decided to delete the entire app right then and there.
“I knew that you had my email, and in Thailand we us LINE, not WhatsApp,” he explained. Now that I understood the story I was confused as to why the app wouldn’t have informed me that my messages were being sent to a deleted account. With email I always got a non-delivery notice when it didn’t go through. This was odd as well as Timy’s story. There seemed to be so much anger and aggressive behavior in the US.
I decided that it was time to suck some more cock so I leaned over onto Timy’s smooth body and took his non-energetic cock into my warm mouth where it remembered its purpose and rose to the occasion. Before long it was pushing against the back of my throat, just the way that I liked. “Do you want me to fuck your ass?” he asked openly. “Maybe I will just eat you today,” I declared. “I can’t cum that way,” he determined and I replied, “Well I guess I’d better give you my ass then.”
He made the bed ready with a pillow and towel while I lubed up my opening. His cock was fully hard while mine had enjoyed its fun already. I lay on my back and he moved into a kneeling position with his dick pressed up against my wet opening. He pushed in further than he had intended and I gasped from the amount that his shaft filled me. He slowly pushed in more until his balls were pressed firmly against me. He lifted my legs higher and adjusted himself so that he could plunge all the way inside.
He began slow rhythmic thrusts that felt so good and I saw that he was enjoying the process himself with a big smile on his face. He pushed my legs up over my head and came down to kiss me sweetly on my ready lips. He humped me gently in that position for a couple of minutes before returning to his kneeling position. He began to fuck me with intention and full energy. His face became focused and intense as his cock smacked hard into me time after time. I fully enjoyed his masculine approach of taking my ass for his pleasure. He gave five hard thrusts and then shot his load deep inside me. He took no time in collapsing on top of me and kissing me once he had regained his normal breathing. I held him tightly with my legs and arms keeping our naked bodies locked together in sexual embrace.
He popped out quickly and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I just used the towel to clean up and remained on the bed enjoying my sexual afterthoughts of pleasure. He returned refreshed and with a lighter energy. He plopped down on the bed next to me and asked me if I had used any Viagra today which I affirmed. “My blood pressure meds make my erection not as hard as I like so I’ve been using it for a long time with very limited side effects,” I replied. “It’s such a good drug,” he returned knowledgeably.
That began the conversation about my ability to get my prescription meds from Thai pharmacies without prescriptions and for much less than I was paying in the US. He declared that there was an even cheaper pharmacy near me and he knew the man who had been running it for thirty years. I then provided Timy with the box of Korean Ginseng I had bought at a Thai herbal store and asked him to translate for me. I had used ginseng for years to increase energy and general health. The capsules also contained krachiadum which was Thai black ginseng which I didn’t know anything about. There were six other ingredients that were only in Thai and I couldn’t read them so I needed his assistance. They were more herbs from mushroom families and in small amounts. I offered some of my pills to Timy declaring that I had noticed a difference in the activity of my cock the day after I started taking the pills. He declined and we moved onto my other question I had planned.
I asked for his professional opinion about seeing an internist to get some feedback on my current health including having blood work done. He suggested the nearby hospital and declared that they could tell me at the beginning what the cost would be but it would be less than $60 US. He asked what I wanted to know about my blood and I informed him that it was mostly to check my cholesterol and blood sugar. Timy informed me that at the clinical services where he worked, I could just get my blood tested and didn’t need a doctor. That would be the cheapest way. “I could drive you there now since I’m going to work,” he kindly offered. I accepted his remarkable offer and information.
We both got dressed and were on a new mission that wouldn’t include sex or touch. I knew where his medical school was on the other side of town about four miles away. I had also lived in that part of town and walked by the large university campus that took up a square mile of buildings and parking lots. “Do you want me to come in with you, or just drop you at the building?” asked Timy. He explained that parking near the clinical services building was impossible and we would both be walking a distance. I was certain that he had a reserved parking spot on the campus near his own building, so I declared that he could just drop me off so that he would still be crisp and professional looking when he arrived at work. It was a typical one hundred degree day in Chiang Mai.
Timy was indeed correct that there was no parking in the area where he was taking me. He explained that they would speak English and I would be fine. I knew that I could trust his knowledge and thanked him again for his kind assistance. He drove off as I approached my destination.
The sliding glass doors opened automatically, but before I could step into the building a young female with medical scrubs and face mask held a temperature gun at my forehead. She had to extend her arm all of the way to reach there since she was less than five feet tall. The measurement came in at 37.6 C (99.68 F) which didn’t worry me because I knew that she would take it again after waiting a minute. I also knew that my temperature was elevated due to the Viagra I had taken earlier that morning. The second attempt was good at 36.7 C and I was welcomed into the building.
Her sentry station was on the left and behind her was a waiting area with about thirty blue plastic seats that were connected in three rows by a metal support structure. Half of the seats had red tape marking X’s to demonstrate proper social distancing. On the right was a reception area with three workers behind clear plexiglass partitions that might have been there before Covid-19. There was a small slot underneath for passing paperwork. A young woman in scrubs and face mask made greetings and I asked about getting some blood tested. She asked if I had the form and I declared that I did not. She directed me to return to the sentry woman who would assist me.
I did as instructed and the security female provided a form for me to fill out along with a pen. All of the form was in Thai script and totally indecipherable to me. She kindly assisted me in filling out the form making sure that I checked all of the boxes that I wanted tested. I returned to reception and provided my form while asking about the cost. The receptionist entered my information into the computer and asked for my passport which I had not brought with me. I often carried a paper copy of my passport, but that was not in my pocket either. She proceeded without that document and informed me that the cost would be 550 Baht ($17.24). I provided the proper cash and she returned four pieces of paper stapled together. She directed me to the next area for blood collection and I was fortunate that those rooms had English signage.
There were two rooms for collection with metal doors that were both open. Inside the ten foot square rooms there was a clear plexiglass partition dividing the room between patient and provider just like at reception. A single chair was provided on either side. A six inch slot in the plexiglass allowed an arm to extend into the provider’s area for taking the blood. A cushioned arm rest was in place to stabilize the client’s arm. A new young female in medical attire wearing gloves in addition to the face mask directed me to take a seat and position my arm. She secured a red strap across my bicep and asked me to make a fist. She was quite skilled at taking blood and the single sample was done in no time. She placed a small cotton ball on the opening on my arm and secured it with a bandage, just as in the US. She returned my paperwork and informed me that my results would be ready in two and a half hours. I was amazed at how easy this was.
Two hours later I returned to the reception area where I was greeted in a slightly less aggressive manner by the same young female who took my temperature and this time welcomed me directly into the waiting area with a smile behind her face mask. I was early and it felt good to be inside some serious air conditioning after having been in the one hundred degree heat for the previous hour. In the US I would have approached the counter to see if my results were ready but as a foreigner I chose to operate by their rules. At the correct time I approached the reception female who was the same one from earlier wearing her same garb. She took my paperwork and located the one sheet that had my results and returned all of the papers to me. They only kept the electronic record and I got all of the hard copies. The results showed that my cholesterol was good and my sugar was slightly elevated. I would have estimated those numbers but it was good to have a scientific corroboration.
In between these two medical episodes, I had more than two hours to use. I had’t eaten and it was now approaching 1 PM. I knew the area well and chose to head for the grocery store about a mile away. There would be food and AC. As I approached the small mall, I realized that the malls had opened fully just the day before. Perhaps I would be able to locate a new pair of walking shoes. My temperature was checked at the door to the grocery store and I was allowed to enter. The grocery store had the usual twenty customers or so but the mall was mostly devoid of shoppers. Most of the stores were now open and I used the escalators to move from floor to floor. Large red circles had been painted on some of the escalator steps to indicate proper social distancing.
Just outside the grocery store there was a food court area which previously had a large open seating area and about fifteen different vendors providing food. Now there were six vendors and just eight small tables with one chair at each table. Only two customers were eating.
I chose to look for my new shoes first. In a back area on an upper floor I noted a small shoe store that seemed to be a discount place. The store was perhaps twenty square meters with one middle aged saleswoman who was sitting in the back where she could observe anyone approaching. Perhaps she was the store owner. She seemed shocked to see me coming her way and she quickly got up while putting on her face mask. She made a pleasant Thai greeting as I entered and I pointed to my feet which are normal by Caucasian standards, but large by Asian measurement. I informed her that I would need a forty four. I also pointed out the type of walking shoe that I was seeking and her mind and body went into action.
She readily located a handsome pair of black walking shoes and encouraged me to try the one large pair she had. I could fit into the shoe but it was much too tight at the large toe and I knew that it would cause problems. I returned that shoe and she provided a more casual grey pair but it had the same problem. A third pair was also located but the problem persisted and I was thinking it would not be a successful venture. She then located a size forty five in a brown suede that used Velcro to secure the strap that went across. Those shoes were big enough but I had trouble getting the Velcro to be tight enough so that the back wouldn’t slip. I was wearing thin socks that I had bought in Thailand and I knew that I had thicker socks from the US. I decided to make the purchase. There was a new delight on the woman’s face which made me think that she hadn’t made a sale in some time. I provided the Thai equivalent of thirteen US dollars. She had worked so hard to find a shoe big enough for my foot. I wondered if she also thought about the size of my cock.
I returned to the food court and was happy to see that a noodle vendor who I had used before was one of the opened locations. There were no other customers so I was very promptly greeted with a Thai smile behind her face mask. This woman had served me noodles months before and I placed an order. She asked if it were to eat there and I affirmed. She stir-fried the noodles and some spinach with a soy mixture and placed the food on a paper plate along with wooden chopsticks sealed in plastic wrap. I provided the cash which was less than one US dollar. I added crushed red peppers to the noodles to give them some heat. In previous visits for noodles I would have taken a metal fork from a community use container, but those days were gone now that there were virus concerns. I felt odd sitting at a table with just one chair which was two meters or more away from the other tables with one chair. I observed a mother with a four year old approach an empty table. The woman gave the seat to her son while she ate standing up. These were strange new times.