Gender: Male Age: 57 Location: Bangkok
|Introduction: Sex comes in all forms, but after a fill of cheating wives, I felt the need to try and find contentment elsewhere...|
A GAY START TO MY LIFE – Chapter 2
(An old man, no sex for years with a cheating wife…I have known for a long time I wanted to be with a man; not brave enough, not outgoing enough…but then came the time: it was just the right thing to do…. And I sure did it…with all and sundry, and anything which wanted me...
Readers are advised: some Lovers are under-age, another brings his dog- and Bestiality is in the story also later. If you don’t like the images they bring to your mind: don’t read further….if you do read further, don’t post ‘sick bastard’ comments – you have a choice to read or not, as I have a choice to fantasise or not… and this is My Fantasy.)
After Lover 2 drove away, I finished sweeping the courtyard and went inside; any jobs I needed to do need to be done early, here in Bangkok, as the pollution-fuelled heat became overbearing for me sometimes.
But today, I had some ironing of my wife’s clothes to finish; as she worked every day (she was an accountant, but that doesn’t mean very much in Thailand) and I had no job, I did the housework: it was only fair.
I opened my first can of beer; it was 08.00 and I had the iron setup and hot and the TV to BBC News, so after a long swallow I put her first t-shirt on the board and began ironing.
09.00 I finished, beer long empty, but I finished my job; trudged upstairs with all her clothes – there was one shirt of mine which didn’t spin well in the machine, and always needed ironing – came down, put the ironing board away and the iron to cool on the sink; took out another beer to put over on my cushion table, and then I needed to go and, if not shower, wash my face and chest and arms and everywhere I was streaming the sweat of ironing.
I didn’t get there before a voice called from the outside gate “Khun Steve, are you there?”
I went to my open front door and found Lover 2 – very early! “I just instructed my staff what to do for the day - and now I am home; can I come in?”
“Of course” I nodded and he came to my doorway and I ushered him in; “I am sorry, ah, Lover 2, but I just finished ironing and I am so hot and sweaty – I need a shower; will you wait?”
He nodded, just followed me to my bathroom after I had closed and locked the front screen door behind him; he stood in the open bathroom doorway as I stripped my shorts off, slid past him to throw them around the corner to the washing basket, slid past him again.
By now, I was unfazed at others seeing me naked, so I smiled and turned my buttocks to him as I turned on the water and reached for the soap; he didn’t say anything, just watched me: ok, a voyeur, I knew that already - because he waited for me to strip every night before I read my book and turned off the main light: and he could see me.
I wet myself all over, turned off the water, soaped all over, stood on one leg to wash one foot and then the other, turned on the water and rinsed off: finished: combination of my skinny body and my desire to conserve water for the world meant my showers were always like this, unless I washed my long hair – which took rather longer.
I reached for my towel, dried myself and said “I need to go upstairs to get clean shorts....”
He followed me, 15 steps there were and he was behind my arse the whole way up, not saying a word; I went into the main bedroom – the big room which was never used unless we had visitors and that was mostly one or other of my grown sons from Australia who generally came once a year.
I took a pair of shorts from my shelf but, before pulling them on, I looked at his eyes, turned my head to look at the queen-sized bed behind us, and back to his eyes.
I stroked my cock a little, as if still wet and moved close to him; I slowly reached for his singlet t-shirt and pulled it up; there was no resistance and it came up to his head. I didn’t pull it off; his eyes were covered and I plunged my lips down to his nipples, one and then swapped and back again until they stiffened just enough to tell me it stimulated him.
Then I pulled it over his head and reached down for his shorts; “I don’t need my shorts on; do you need yours” I asked, wanting him to take over: after all, I wanted a man cock in me, so it was not my job to do everything; he should have been throwing me on the bed by now if he wanted to fuck me as bad as his daughter had told me did!
He took my hands and lifted them to his lips, inhaling the scent of the soap and freshness of me, I guessed; then he stood one step away and pushed his own shorts down: no underwear, same as me, but his cock was already dripping pre-cum on the floor, and it looked decidedly bigger than yesterday, and I smiled.
“You came back” I said; he nodded and came to hold my shoulders, steering me to the bed as he joined his lips to mine. He kept his mouth there, his tongue quickly out and probing, but oh so gently, and I understood: today he wanted to do things slowly, not as the wanton, rampaging goat he thought he was yesterday when his cock spurted within a few seconds of entering me.
He rubbed his cock against mine and it felt electric to me; my cock was bigger when erect, but when – for the past 24 hours – it was a man about to fuck me, my own cock couldn’t really care: if it rose, so be it; if not, so be it – it was the other cock I wanted, not my own cock nor it’s satisfaction: that would come when I satisfied my partner (as I decided to now refer to them).
He rolled me over and kissed down my neck and back to the crease of my buttocks; licked his tongue from top to bottom and to the back of my scrotum.
Surprisingly, he then flipped me over with his strong golfer’s arms, and I was again on my back; he kneeled up above me, perhaps to show me openly what I was already aware of: his cock was somewhat bigger than yesterday.
He leaned in to my mouth, his cock dragging down my abdomen as he lay on top of me, and then he kneeled, spread my legs, put his hands under my arse – and lifted my body up so he could dig his way inside me.
Luckily I had been weeping juices and some had made their way to my crack; some of his pre-cum had also, so his jabbing head didn’t hurt as much as it might have, so he could and did, sink it inside me, and began pushing it further.
I thought he was going all the way in, a la yesterday, but he was different today; he wanted to be in, yes, but he paused with his head just inside, pulled out – and waited for my moan to put it back in me. He did it again, opening me so I wanted the rest of him, but then pulling out, my arse slowly closing in frustration and loss.
He relented, lay down on my torso for a minute, kissing my nipples in turn and stroking his hands lightly down my sides; then he sat back up, lifted my legs up by the knees and over his shoulders and now he slipped his head in again, paused as if about to pull out but I reached behind him and pulled him strongly, until he chuckled and slid his whole length in.
Yesterday, his short cock had gone in – and he ejaculated moments later; waiting too long to actually come and fuck me, so his daughter had told me last night.
Today he was very different, considerate of me, fucking slowly so we could both enjoy the building of desire higher with each push in and slide back. His size was nothing compared to the telescopic length of Lover 3C’s, nor to the promised enormity of 3A’s yet to be experienced – even his daughter’s tongue was longer, harder and naturally, more versatile when she fucked me with it last night, as my Lover 4.
But, as his daughter had also told me – from her own experiences with her father – he could fuck for a long time, so the immediate ejaculation of yesterday was a forgotten event of the past as now he truly became my Lover 2, my partner #2.
He was quite the romantic lover, not just a fucker; his mouth kissed and nibbled me, his hands stroked me all over, lingering on my cock which needed to take no part in this love-making; always gently and sweetly and his voice crooned, although I couldn’t understand the softly spoken words.
All the while, he fucked me, alternating his speed and length of thrusts; I knew when he was all the way in as, even if I never felt him hit anywhere far up inside me, his bushy-haired groin would grind against my pubic bones for a few seconds, or a longer period, or just stay there against me.
I helped as I could, tightening my sphincter muscles when he was in, or digging my heels into his back to pull him closer – until my legs began to ache in their position over his shoulders. He sensed it and let them down before, in one strong movement, he rolled us over and sat me up on his groin, his strong hands on my hips.
Now I could help better and I started to ride him like a bucking horse, swaying side to side, rearing up - and down as if his cock was the saddle to plant my arse on. He smiled at me and appeared to be enjoying it, while his cock never diminished and his cum never came rushing up from his balls....
Until he wanted it to; he stopped my movements and his hands went back to my hips and held me pressed down; “Do you want me to cum in you, Khun Steve – I would like to” he asked my permission but told me what he preferred; I nodded agreement and he stretched his buttocks up under me, a last thrust upwards as he ground me down and now his cock expanded in girth so I could truly feel it spreading the walls inside me.
His daughter hadn’t told me of this as he continued to grow in me – in width, whereas Lover 3C’s had extended in length at a similar time of readiness – and then he smiled, and seemingly gave his balls the ‘go ahead’ signal to churn and build momentum....
....to the point where his scrotum seemed also expanded in girth, and had to release.
It was an explosion of physical force and an almost violent shock to my senses as I felt his semen from the instant it flew from his testicles and up his shaft to the head, but my arse cavity had not been used as a dam to hold cum before, and his girth now seemed to be the equivalent of a dog’s knot: sealing off my man- cunt to allow his sperm to locate my eggs and do their own fucking to gain entry.
His cock was literally swimming inside a pool of his cum within me; I couldn’t hear it, but I could feel the squishy fullness; if my prostate had been a bitch’s ovary equivalent, undoubtedly, those sperm would be forcing their way inside now.
It was later, time elapsed unknown, when he slowly withdrew, quickly bent his head down to my arse and began drinking his own cum; but he wasn’t drinking as he fumbled around for his shorts, thrown earlier on the bedside table, reached inside a pocket and came out with a plastic bag such as Pharmacies seal tablets in, and he amazed me by squirting the contents of his mouth into the bag – and repeated the process from the cum still rolling out of my cunt.
He slurped up my own cum from where it had pooled on my stomach and in my belly button: I hadn’t even felt myself letting go. Then he let that small amount dribble into the bag with his own.
“My daughter likes a cool afternoon drink when she comes home from school” he smiled, holding the bag up and sealing the top; “Today she can have a mixer of you with me and I will see if she knows who she has” he chuckled.
He cleaned me up further and, finished, he laid himself on me and shared the remnants of his body with my mouth – it was a beautiful taste, untainted by me it seemed, or perhaps it was, but it was the sweetest cum I had swallowed in my short happy new life.
He asked to take a shower, as he had to go back to work – his wife managed his business mostly, which is why he had plenty of time off, mostly to play golf – and I rose groggily to steer him around the corner to my wife’s bathroom, while I went to get him a new towel.
I ambled back to the bed, noting the sheets were wet with perspiration, but ignored that and just laid down, reflecting on the sex we had just consummated with the largest amount of cum I could ever imagine!
After he left, driving away again with a smile and a wave, I took my own shower, tidied up and decided to go to the supermarket.
I was feeling horny as ever after my morning love-making and only put on shorts, no underpants to stop my cock being stimulated by the material, and a t-shirt which rubbed across my nipples almost painfully the same as my cock was feeling.
After parking on the upper, supermarket level, I rode the escalator up and firstly went to the Men’s toilet.
I unzipped and somewhat struggled to get my semi-aroused cock out of my shorts, my pubic hair catching in the zipper (as happens when one doesn’t wear underpants) and causing me to gasp a little.
I glanced to my left and there was a young boy urinating in his bowl, but looking across at me – at my cock. He must have felt my eyes as he looked up, innocently, and smiled; 2 seconds later I smiled back and greeted him – he lived in my village and so I recognised him.
I didn’t know his house but saw him regularly, so assumed his soi to be near my own, and guessed his age at only 13 or so, perhaps 15y.o. as I am a poor judge of Thai children’s age generally.
I went back to willing my dick to deflate and allow my bladder to empty, so that I didn’t need to stand here for 5 minutes doing nothing. I sensed the boy still there and found him again looking at my cock, which suddenly sprang up, stretched itself and began a long piss.
It even surprised me, so I was not surprised at the gasp from the village boy watching continuously.
There was nothing I could do about it, so I stared at my cock and waited patiently for the final spurts and drops and shook it dry; it must have looked to him as if I was fighting off a monster – to a 13 or 15y.o. boy any man’s cock probably looks like a monster I thought.
He was still there as I zipped my shorts, and now I looked fully at him to say ‘bye’.
Hell, his own cock’s state explained why he was still there at the urinal for a long time also.
He had a monster of a cock in his hands for such a slight, young boy: it must be 15cms. Perhaps it was even longer, as I stared now at him, even if not fat in girth. What a surprise he was and my cock felt the same as it stretched in my shorts and my mouth began salivating, knowing it wanted that cock in my mouth.
I stammered out “I need to go shopping; I hope to see you again soon, my big young man; my name is Steve.”
He smiled and replied he would see me- “soon Khun Steve; I am Ting.” I realised at least he hadn’t said “Lover 5” and that was a relief of sorts, as a non-numbered adventure seemed to be beginning.
I was dazed and thoughtless, with a painful erection in my shorts, as I took out my shopping list, forgot the aisles I knew every week for the staples I habitually bought, and spent longer than normal trying to mentally tick off the items as I eventually loaded them in my trolley.
My mind was playing tricks also; I shook my head the first time and rushed down the aisle the second time I thought I saw Ting looking at me; ‘I am hallucinating about him’ I thought, and decided enough was enough and I should go home and sleep, so I headed to the Cashier, paid and re-loaded my goods and wheeled out towards the ramp to my car park level.
Into my boot went all the items, and then he was there, handing me the last few bags.
We didn’t talk as I opened my door; he just opened his and sat in the passenger seat as I sat in mine. I leaned over him to reach his seat belt and, as I stretched it out I couldn’t resist, leaning down to lightly kiss his lips.
He didn’t pull back but rather, he parted his lips and gently stuck his tongue out to lick mine. It was sensual, forbidden and erotic, and I left my lips there for fully half a minute just to enjoy his tasting of me. I wanted to reach for his cock, place his hand on mine, but I was dazed enough as it was.
I sat up, clicked his seat belt in place and we silently drove home to our village; as we approached my soi, he said words for the first time in 10 minutes; “Could you just stop here for a second, Khun Steve?” I did as asked, no other cars coming or going to worry about and a few seconds later the rear door behind me opened and someone entered.
“This is my twin brother Tong, Khun Steve; we do most everything together. Now we can go to your house – if that is ok with you, and help you unload the shopping.”
It wasn’t really a question, but I nodded and drove left at the next soi, parking as always half across my neighbour’s front for a minute so I could raise the boot lid fully, away from the damn tree my wife liked so much but which was a real pain to have a car parked underneath.
The 2 boys leapt out and I did also, lifting the lid as they reached in for the bags; they were identical and perhaps this is why I saw ‘them’ so much: could have been one boy or his brother.
They took all the bags except one, and I took that, closed the boot, and went to unlock and open the front door; they waited and I motioned them straight through to the kitchen, returning to reverse the car to its usual parking spot in front of my house; with a glorious sigh, I went inside.
The boys were stacking things on the kitchen bench; I first pulled off my shirt, as usual, and stepped into my bathroom, slightly closing the door as I changed from one pair of shorts to my house shorts, as usual.
I picked up the discarded plastic bags and stuffed them in my Australian plastic bag holder; I used them as rubbish bin liners – at least I re-used them, rather than just threw them away.
I thanked the boys, only able to differentiate them as I remembered (oh so vividly) Ting’s shorts held around his cock in the toilet were blue; Tong’s were brown. I asked them by name if they wanted a drink, but pointed out I had no Pepsi, Coke or anything sweeter than orange juice; “Of course, there is beer” I said jokingly as I reached in for a bottle and my cold glass off the bottom shelf.
“A beer please” they responded in unison as I stood and found them both looking at my groin, causing my semi-soft cock of a moment ago to become a semi-hard one in this new moment.
“A beer; I could get into trouble if anyone found out I had given you beer – or done anything wrong to you young boys; how old are you, anyway?”
“15” they both answered again, before Tong continued to tell me they drank beer at home with their father – but not too much, just a glass or two was all he would give them. Ting added “We wouldn’t tell anyone, Khun Steve, promise; not about anything at all, promise.”
I pondered for a few seconds, and then slipped between them to reach for 2 beer glasses on a high shelf; I rinsed them, poured beer in slowly to avoid the foam, and added ice when they nodded.
They took their glasses with a wai and ‘thank you’ and I led them back to the living room, turned on all the remotes for the TV, stereo and cable and gave them a quick overview of the cable one so they could select a channel they wanted.
I returned to the kitchen to put away the items and heard music from the TV and could just see from my angle they were on the Fashion TV channel – how surprising as I heard them animatedly discussing something on there.
Filling my own glass, I moved back to sit in my preferred sofa-chair, reaching out through the window for my cigarettes and ashtray; “Do you mind boys” I motioned to my smokes, and Tong said it was ok, their Dad smoked too.
“Why aren’t you at school?”
“Its semester break, Khun Steve, 2 months off from this week.” Of course I nodded, I knew this vaguely, but it wasn’t something I needed to think about much – well, it hadn’t been until perhaps right now: 2 months they had, free as a bird....My mind churned at the images evoked by them sitting there, and my balls churned as they recharged with expectations of needing to fill my cock with semen again quickly; and my mouth, most of all, began drooling saliva as Ting’s cock’s image jumped back to the absolute forefront of my mind’s eye.
I swallowed some beer, as did they, and looked at the TV as I lit my cigarette; it was the male models on: that’s what their eyes were glued to as the catwalk showed one model after another. A sponsor’s break and the next segment came on: swim wear, and the 2 boys laughed in delight; Ting’s hand went to his crotch where a boner was evident, but what surprised me then was Tong’s hand going on top of his twin brother’s as they both massaged Ting’s cock package in his shorts.
I glanced at the TV; male models didn’t turn me on much, but these 2 boys were certainly doing so!
I finished my cigarette, stubbed it out and put my ashtray outside the window again; turning to find the boys looking at me; I smiled widely at them “So you like swimming do you; can you both swim?”
“Ting can float, but no: we can’t swim; can you Khun Steve?” Tong went on “But we do like looking at guys in swim wear!”
“Yes, I can swim Tong; perhaps, during your holidays, if your parents are ok, I could take you to the beach one day; you could at least get wet in the water and I would be there to protect you.” I paused “You could also check out the guys in their swim wear for real, if that is what you want....”
They gushed with enthusiasm and said they were sure their parents would be ok, and I would know them when I saw them, they were also sure of.
Tong whispered something and Ting asked “So you must have swim pants, Khun Steve....”
I let their imaginations conjure up whatever fantasies they wanted for a minute, before nodding; Tong asked quickly “Would you put them on for us, Khun Steve – like those guys on TV; please.”
“I tell you what; it is about lunch-time and it is hot; you guys run home, eat, and ask if I can take you to the swimming pool around in the next village; they have a small pool for non-swimmers – and I will take care of you....in my swim wear. We could go for an hour or two and then I will bring you home; all I need is your address so I can come and check-in with your mother or father, ok.”
Ting gushed “Mum is home, Dad is at work; oh thank you, Khun Steve; that would all be perfect, thank you. Let’s go Tong!”
Tong came across to me and leaned down with a wai; then his hands held my face and he kissed me, tongued me, and stroked my cock, hard in my shorts and wet in my shorts, as his eyes thanked me. Ting followed and his mouth I knew, and now I also knew the difference between them: Ting seemed to be very gentle, while Tong perhaps was slightly more dominant: whatever, their kisses were equally designed to stir my emotions and body to a higher pitch, as I held each pair of shoulders lightly and returned their kisses in the same manner, my cock jumping into Ting’s hand almost.
I gave them my mobile number to let me know if it was ok or not; they wrote down their address for me; 5 minutes later I had a message: “14.00 ok with you; Mum said ok, now she has your phone number, and this is her phone number.” I saved it to my Phonebook as ‘T&T’s mum’ and replied “Bring towels and I have everything else; 14.00.
I made a sandwich, laid down for an hour’s rest, washed my face when I woke up, cleaned my teeth, drank a cafe, and put on my costumes and swimming shorts (a fond memory of the girl who had bought them for me only recently, when I had taken her to the beach and needed new costumes) and my t-shirt; I packed my towel, some bottled water, beer for me, muesli bars and fruit for snacks, and left the house, locking up and driving off at a few minutes to 14.00.
At their house, only 1 soi before mine, I turned off the engine after parking and got out, ready to meet their mother and gain her approval.
I knew her immediately, and blushed when I recalled how many times I had ogled her very attractive body, and sensual walking style, in passing; perhaps she had the same recollection as she grinned at me; “I knew who the boys meant when they told me your name, Khun Steve, and I have no worries with them going out with you; thank you for the offer. I am sure I can trust you; just not sure about my 2 sons! Be good and do whatever Khun Steve says, ok Tong, Ting.”
They nodded in unison and ran for the car as their mother said “It is hard during the holidays to keep them occupied; wears me out, so thank you very much; I will repay you somehow” and she stroked my hand on top of the gate as I closed it; “My name is Ling – and you have my number; have fun!, Khun Steve, and don’t worry about the time.”
A passionate family, I thought to myself: what would Dad be like, and do I know him, I wondered, getting into my seat, checking Tong – now in the front seat – had his seat belt on, and feeling Ting’s soft hands in my hair as I put my head back to drive off: yes, Ting was the gentle one I decided.
10 minutes later we alighted at the pool, parking right in front as I usually did, though I generally came in the morning for an hour or so, before it got as hot as the afternoon – as it now was.
The owner/manager knew me and smiled as I paid for the 3 of us; there were only a few people inside it seemed, so she was happy to have some more.
I put our bags and things on a table, and showed the boys the pool closest to us: a shallow kiddies’ pool really; they rushed to take off their shirts, obviously swimming in their shorts.
I made them be patient as I took my own shirt off, draped our 3 towels over a chair for easiness, and asked if they wanted sunscreen; they echoed “No” to me, but I continued to make them wait until I had at least put some on my shoulders, upper back and face; I was lighter than them and my colour had faded in the few weeks since I had been here.
Finally ready, I took my outer shorts off, leaving only the brief costumes, which I knew to be a size too small to contain my cock when soft, and would be several sizes too small if something made me erect.
Both boys stared for the same few seconds and each grabbed one of my hands and pulled me to the pool so they could at last get in and wet.
As usual, in Bangkok weather, the water was hardly cold, but the boys didn’t even notice as I made them sit on the side first, slip their legs down until they touched bottom, and they knew then how shallow it was; up to their waists – and of course, they could drown in it, but I would be watching them every second. There was also a 3-step central rotunda they could sit on above the water level for a breather if they needed.
I stayed sitting on the side after slipping down to get wet all over; I looked around the bigger, deeper pool at the side of ours; 2 older boys were doing laps, goggles on, perhaps it was their father instructing – yelling at – them.
And there were 3 young kids playing at the far side of our pool, perhaps younger or similar ages to my boys; they were giggling and looking at me, as kids do when they see a new foreigner, and as I watched my boys, I noticed them swimming/walking towards us.
They waited for Ting and Tong to see them and talked for a minute, glancing at me, and talking animatedly more. The kids finished – their questions I guessed – and played around before one of them came close to my legs dangling in the pool, looked up at me – no, she was staring at my crotch I realised with a start – and she gave me the most beautiful smile, said “Do you remember me, Khun Steve – you do know me a little.” She then turned, swimming away to her friends.
Tong swam to me then; he didn’t just come close, he waded in between my legs and pressed his abdomen and chest against my cock in my costumes; “Come in and swim, Khun Steve; you will get hot out here.” He held up his hand, seemingly unintentionally (yeah, right!) laying it up my leg, across my groin, as he reached for mine; my cock jumped and he grinned at me as I slipped down.
The water level, for me, was just the top side of revealing my hardening cock, as I felt my briefs stretched outward by its growing size, so I quickly swam away from him a few metres, and made sure he and Ting were both within my arm’s grasp should they slip or do something to go under.
A ball was suddenly thrown, splashing my hair and face; as I wiped the water, much giggling was behind me and I turned to find the 3 girls standing on the poolside – yes, giggling. I threw the ball over to Ting and we played a throwing game for a few minutes before Tong threw it hard, splashing Ting’s face and then Tong ran through the water to wrestle his brother down.
That was a bit dangerous so I swam quickly over and made sure Ting was ok; he was, smiling at me, and I let his arm go, and he floated on his back – quite well – and I turned to admonish Tong a little, but I was met by a face full of water as he repeated his antic on me.
I was, naturally, much taller and at least a little stronger – and I could swim, as I dived under, gave a couple of powerful kicks and came up beside his startled body and grasped him in a bear hug, front to front, his arms pinioned to his sides.
I didn’t know whether to faint, let him go quickly or hold him so he wouldn’t sink; the latter decision prevailed even as I felt again a cock at least as big as Ting’s grinding at my own through his shorts and my briefs: hell, these twins had also twin big dicks!
Tong didn’t fight very hard to get loose, just enough to keep his body thrashing his groin against mine, but he did succeed in spinning to the side a little so his hand came in contact with my, now engorged cock – but not from the outside: his hand found the opening where my cock had stretched my costumes and he had my cock out and was fondling it wildly in his hand, rubbing up and down and groaning loudly.
At that point I let him go, giving him a push to the wall, while I fiddled with my cock, stuffing it back as best I could; then another hand was on mine, sneaking under and getting my cock back out; a small, slender hand, soft-skinned.
I felt 2 bumps pushing into my back and I knew this wasn’t Ting; I glanced to see where he was, and then twisted my head to find the oldest-looking girl who was having a good feel of my cock, innocently smiling at me as she continued. “I had to know if it was real; it is so beautiful, Khun Steve; I will leave my name and mobile number in your bag; call me very soon, but now I need to take my 2 brothers and go home; thank you.” She finished with a final glide along the full length of my rigid shaft, and swam beautifully away as I thought ‘I do know her from somewhere....’, as Ting then walked up to me.
“You having fun, Khun Steve; it seems like it” and I could hardly deny Ting when his hand reached into my costumes, slid down my cock, groped my balls in the palm of his hand, and slid a finger up my arse crack and down and up again; this time it was me groaning as a light went off in my brain, and I knew the future....
....whenever it might be, Tong would take my cock into his mouth and fuck it silly; Ting wanted to love me with his cock in my arse; and I would do to, and for, them whatever they asked me to please them.
But for now, enough was enough; I was feeling addled enough to not allow more, so I gently pulled Ting’s disappointed hand out, quickly pulled it up to my lips and kissed his fingers, sucking one for a moment and then pushing him to the wall to join his brother.
“Ok boys, it is too hot for me now – in the water or out of it!” They giggled at my joke and went across to our table on the far side of the pool; I swam over there, adjusted my cock down as best I could and pushed my body up on to the side of the pool, standing and quickly walking to my towel and draping it around me.
If you boys want a shower, they are in there” and I pointed to show them; they both nodded and headed off with their towels and spare shorts they had brought thoughtfully.
Stupidly, I hadn’t, so I carried my outer swim shorts and towel with me and followed them, not intending to shower, only to change out of my brief costumes into shorts; I would shower at home and wash my hair with my shampoo.
I anticipated the sight before heading in to the bathroom area, but I hadn’t expected the sheer delight that both their exposed cocks would give me, as they both turned to face me at the same time: they looked identical but perhaps Tong was slightly thicker – and I knew it was him from the tongue sliding around his lips, as if wetting them for a cock: my cock.
They showered quickly and I turned my backside to them, around the corner from the door but in the dry area of the open shower stall, and pulled my costumes down quickly.
Tong was beside me and he grasped at my still hard dick and placed it against his groin and his own along my shaft, unable to reach his head to my groin; but the 2 cocks were alongside as he faced me then; “I told you Ting: Khun Steve is about 5-6cms longer, and wider too.”
He looked up at me drooling “We will catch up to you soon, Khun Steve and we can measure us all again.” He released me and in a daze, I stumbled into my shorts, we finished and drove home.
At their house, after a quiet drive with Tong again in the front and Ting again behind my hair and neck, I had to caution them both not to deflect my concentration on driving: Tong’s hand had been on my leg, occasionally brushing my painfully erect cock, while Ting’s gentle hands ruffled through my hair, as if brushing through its long, wet length; he put his mouth to my neck and whispered to me: “We want to have loving with you, Khun Steve.”
That is when I had to stop them both to avoid any accidents and they both smiled broadly, thanking me as I parked at their house, getting out and checking inside they hadn’t left anything, but unfortunately finding their mother, Ling, right behind me as I backed away from the door, stood upright and turned around as I closed it: my as-yet deflated cock pressed at her abdomen for a few moments, before I gathered my wits, apologised and blamed my shorts for putting me like that....and then I shut my mouth, as I was only blushing more with every stupid word.
Ling was smiling, waiting, then just thanked me, said the boys seem really happy to have met me – “and you with them I think”. She told me they were going away overnight, so she needed to go and pack things, but they would all see me “very, very soon” she was certain.
Trembling and flushed, I managed the remaining 50 metres home, parked and carried my gear inside, putting my towel on the outside clothes rack as I went in.
I took out the snacks and drinks I had for the boys, put my beer away in the fridge and then I noticed the piece of paper which had fallen out to the floor.
It was the girl’s telephone number and her name was Sasha; ‘call me’ was written in English; instead, feeling as horny as I had all day I saved her into my Phonebook and messaged her “You are very beautiful, young lady Sasha, and I do know you, but can’t remember where. But Sasha, I need tell you: I am mostly gay. Now you have my number also. XX”
I had only put the phone down for a moment when a reply came through “I am 15, my brothers 14 and 13, and I am very ready, Khun Steve, gay or not gay. Come and see me when you can at the restaurant beside 7-Eleven –maybe then you will remember me more. XXXX”
My mind seemed to have been in a constant whirl today, all day, and now this new family held open a possibility of more whirling: I couldn’t wait. Sasha was a girl, true, and my inclinations had become almost exclusively for male-to-male sex – at least for the past 2 days – but a pretty 15y.o. boy or girl was a prospect not to be disdained: not by an old man who felt younger than ever after his time with the boys at the pool. And: she had 2 brothers.
And at this time in my new Life: I wanted boys and men.
It was only 15.00 as I headed for the shower yet again: so much for my water conservation preferences today! I had shampoo through my hair, my eyes closed – and the doorbell rang.
I rinsed my face, poked my head out the bathroom doorway and saw a man standing outside; he greeted me respectfully, apologised for interrupting, promised it wouldn’t take long and introduced himself as Lover 5.
I grabbed my towel, wrapped it loosely around my body, stamped my feet on the floor mat and went to open the door; “We are Lover 5” he explained as I looked down to the very tall but slim Thai-breed dog at his side’ “May we come in, Khun Steve?”
Taken aback, I was silent for a few moments; “My wife won’t like a dog being in the house, but she is at work, so ok, please come in, both of you.” I ushered the man to the sofa and the dog sat comfortably on the floor; “Would you –both – like a drink of something – then, if you don’t mind, I need to finish my shower: water for you, I guess” bending down to fondle the dog’s ears; he perked up at my touch and stood as I ran my hand over his fur and back to his ears; he seemed to moan and the man said “He clearly has taken a liking to you very fast, Khun Steve; yes water for both of us would be fine, thanks; don’t worry about a bowl: he drinks from my glass.”
Further surprised I headed for the kitchen, took a large glass from the shelf, rinsed it and filled it from a cool water bottle from the fridge and carried it back to them, trying to grasp the hem of the towel to wipe the shampoo which was dripping into my eyes.
I handed the man the glass and he looked straight ahead; the dog followed his movement and also looked – and I looked down to find the join of the towel around my waist had left the front of my body exposed, my cock exposed to their view.
I saw the dog lick his long, gangly tongue around his lips and the next moment he had bounded up and placed both front paws on my shoulders and was dancing his hind legs in towards my body as I tried to balance myself, losing the whole towel in the process.
Before I could protest, push him away, scream....do anything, the man said in the gentlest voice “He really, really likes you, Khun Steve; he won’t ever hurt you, he is just very friendly to men he likes.”
So what was I supposed to do, was my exasperated thought, but that was quickly taken over when I felt – his cock – beginning to rub against my body, sliding some form of pre-cum, I guessed, wherever it hit my skin, my abdomen and almost my own cock at this moment.
To my amazement, this attention was causing my cock to rise and grow; the dog felt it begin to hit his underbelly as his power made me keep stepping back, though his paws on my shoulders kept hold and he danced with me, bobbing against me, his cock also growing – I could feel its length hitting me more often and his pre-cum coating me until I felt like I had a sheen of it everywhere below my waist.
I stumbled back and fell into my sofa-chair; he came with me and now his cock and mine did bob around on each other and I knew I was also spreading my pre-cum on his fur.
But then he dropped back to all fours and began his stage 2: his mouth closed over my cock and his tongue began slurping on it as his teeth very, very gently held me down and straight; he guided me into his throat as his long tongue slid up and down and I didn’t know if I should be disgusted, or go with the flow of the eroticism of the situation: my cock decided for me as I groaned and it leaked more juice into his slurping, grasping mouth.
His stamina was incredible as he just sucked and sucked, licked and licked, and I let him; my hands began to caress him, to fondle him as I would a man –and indeed, he was a man-dog – but I couldn’t reach his cock, though I could feel it still hitting against my lower legs – and I knew what I wanted to do: 69 with him.
He groaned as I moved, but I only slid down slowly to the floor, letting him continue his amazing ministrations, but managed to twist myself around and laid my body to the floor now – his body straddling mine, but now my head was under his rear, and his cock was dripping his juice on my face; I twisted my mouth to catch some drops on my tongue and swirled it around to taste him: it was saltier than a man’s; I swallowed the little bit slowly, and wanted more.
I could see the man still sitting on the sofa, smiling; I inclined my head as if for permission and he nodded, picking up his water for a sip and just continuing to smile, watching us. Then he did move and he placed one of my sofa pillows under my head; more comfortable, yes, and also putting the dog’s throbbing, bobbing cock more easily within reach.
His incredible, gentle mouth and enormous tongue reminded me of Lover 4 last night – but this was longer, bigger, slipperier and faster; my cock was stimulated into juice gushing I didn’t know I could do; the dog just swallowed it at the same time as he sucked my cock: it was time to see if he wanted me to return the favour, as best as I could manage for my first time.
I took his cock in my hands lightly, holding him over my open mouth to catch his pre-cum; he didn’t growl or protest or pull away, so I gently stroked him up and down his shaft – his very long shaft, trying to jump out of my hands. It was somewhat dry, becoming wetter as my hands also grew wetter from his juices dripping down; he seemed to like it better now and a moan reverberated on my cock from his mouth; my cock jumped also and he sucked it further down his throat.
He was as good as a man on my cock and though I knew mine couldn’t do his cock the same justice, I wanted him in my mouth, so I pointed it down again, lifted my head – and felt a second pillow being placed under to help me – and licked the very tip of him; he howled around my cock, without releasing it, as I used one hand to stroke his underbelly and sides, smoothly caressing him, relaxing him as my tongue began to lick him again, moving away from his, perhaps over-sensitive, pointy tip and gliding up as far as I could reach.
And then he sat his haunches down on my body, his mouth not releasing my cock, and his cock just sinking straight through my lips, my mouth and into my throat! Heavens, my mind screamed, he will choke me; but then my mouth began to work and my tongue to slurp along his shaft, as indeed his was still doing to mine – and I wasn’t gagging as with a big-cocked man, a la Lover 3A – as Lover 5 (dog) was much thinner, albeit much longer.
But, abruptly, he released his jaws from my cock, pulling his head back so I slipped out and then lifting his haunches up and away from my mouth; his nose came down and sniffed at my arse, and his long, wide tongue slowly slurped it from top to bottom; I groaned out loudly.
“He wants to fuck you, Khun Steve, but I think it best I take him home and we return another day – perhaps tomorrow – as I feel you are tired and have had already, perhaps, a busy and fulfilling day.”
“He will fuck me at home and he will be satisfied – until he sees you again.”
They were both gone within moments as I stayed prone on the floor; ignoring the open screen door, I slept where I was, dog-tired!
But an epiphany came to me: yes, I had dreamed of being fucked by an animal, but that would be another story...no place in my Life’s story just now....I wanted males, as in boys and men.
I lay on my mattress for a short while and then went for another shower, washing my hair yet again, my body, conditioning my hair....good: at least I was able to finish without interruption this time.
But it wasn’t for long as a familiar face poked through my open doorway as I began to brush my long, wet hair; he worked at 7-Eleven and he always joked with me whenever I went there: “Is that milk big enough size for you Khun? Would you like the longer loaf of bread, Khun?” He always seemed to be the ‘typical’ effeminate gay guy; now he was in my doorway.
He gave me a respectful wai and bowed “Khun Steve, a mutual friend told me I should say ‘My number is “6”’”
“Would you like me to do that; you have such beautiful hair, Khun Steve” and he came in while I was still confused: I didn’t want to fuck; I wanted to be fucked by these numbered Lovers. What had the Postman done now?
6 came over to me, pushed me to sit on my bed in the middle and he squatted and sat behind me; he took the brush from my hand and began to do it so sensuously I closed my eyes and dreamed myself almost to sleep; his legs stretched down alongside mine and his crotch was now right up against me; it felt wonderfully pleasant.
I opened my eyes when one of his hands – soft, cream-soft, delicate hands – splayed down my bare chest, pausing at the small amount of hair there and around my nipples; “Oh we should shave you, Khun Steve; a smooth body is so much nicer....trust me, I do this to myself – see....” and he took one of my hands up and under his t-shirt and roved me around his completely bare skin, over his nipples, where I stopped and played with them, hardening them....”
“Ah, you like that, Khun Steve; would you like me to do that to you – point me to your kitchen and bathroom and I will be back in a moment. He asked for scissors –in the manicure box under the corner table - and moisturiser, so I pointed at my bathroom again.
I then just lay down, incredibly relaxed.
6 returned, squatting beside me, a bowl and towel in his hand, scissors, moisturiser, my shaving cream and a razor also; he was naked, but my life seemed so natural now with any new thing which came my way, I didn’t even blink.
But I did when his cock rose from his crossed legs: it was beautiful, big and hard – and I craned my neck a little: and his groin was bare of any hair.
I laid back: ‘que sera sera’ and I slept as 6 rubbed water on my chest and nipples....waking momentarily as he rolled me on my stomach and I felt water in my arse-crack, but he was so gentle I really felt nothing....until his mouth began sucking on my cock.
I woke then and felt no hair as his mouth moved up and down my shaft, bringing it to life easily; I roamed my hands over my nipples, hardened points – and bare of hair, as was my chest, and the fine line I used to have down to my groin: I was shaven clean and smooth, and moisturised all over.
I thought of my wife, the next time she saw me naked – which she did most days when she left for work if I was still asleep, or not yet up anyway, from my mattress; or when she came home very late and I was reading or already asleep: I slept naked all the time, so she would soon see a hairless husband on his bed.
I laughed at the thought, and 6 quickly rolled me over, my cock painfully pinned under my body for a moment, until he lifted my hips and his tongue lathed up and down my – clean-shaven arse crack!
I hadn’t felt a thing, but glad he was careful when he had removed that hair!
He was here to fuck me, and now he leaned himself up behind me, found the right angle for his cock and urgently shoved it into me: one shove and all the way.
6 may have seemed a somewhat effeminate gay lover, but his physical actions erased any idea of that; his one thought, one action, was to pound his cock into me, penetrate my stomach if he could, it seemed, so hard did he thrust in after pulling back to my entrance for his build-up.
His stamina rivalled Lover 2, my neighbour opposite, but 6’s cock was much longer and reached so much further inside me, and there he hit my walls or glands or bowels and intestines every excruciatingly beautiful lunge, time after time.
He never talked, never muttered sweet nothings in my ear, never caressed me – but he did pull on my nipples painfully; mostly his hands were on my hips and he pulled them hard back against his groin so his penetration was maximum: but it certainly wasn’t a loving fuck, and I crossed him off my list of those I would let fuck me again, along with Lover 5 and his dog – for now.
My cock deflated and with it any emotional or physical desire to enjoy him; he didn’t care and continued to slam me until he finally burst his balls and plastered my insides with his cum, long spurts, many spurts: he certainly had it stored up or could produce mega amounts of semen.
It was surreal: he finished, pulled out and thanked me; I thanked him for the shaving, and he put his clothes on, said “See you shopping” – and he was gone, the end of Lover 6.
I resolved to tell Postman the next morning I was stopping, didn’t want any Lover 7 appearing, and yet again went for a shower: my house water bill would be up this month for sure!
I was amazed at the feel of soaping my body and finding no hair; he hadn’t shaved my head or eyebrows, my arms or my legs – thank goodness – but the body parts which normally would be within a shirt and shorts/pants were so smooth; it was quite erotic to rub the soap everywhere and find (old) smooth skin, a hairless cock and arse-crack: I was right to thank him, it felt beautiful.
I finished and it was, by now 18.00, and the time to make another decision: Sasha and her brothers were so young: was I too perverted to be chasing under 15y.o. – themselves so very young?
Lovers 1-6 had all been men – well, Lover 4 was my number 2’s daughter, but she was at least at University or College anyway and neither had I fucked her, nor hurt her; indeed she was now my wife’s daily lover. Number 5 shared his dog, but otherwise it had been adult males, whereas today had been young boys and now the promise of a young girl and younger boys included: Decision Time.
I knew I wasn’t hurting any of the youngsters physically and thought of myself as a kind, gentle person with young people generally, but I was settled in my mind now: youngsters were for another part of my life.
I messaged Sasha: “Can’t come tonight, nong; going out with my boyfriend. See you some time.”
It would hurt her, I thought, but the right thing to do for now.
Having made and acted upon that decision, I felt rather bereft.
Rather than stay at home and wallow in my self-pity – or was it self-loathing these days – I dressed and went around to have a beer, or maybe 6; no, I wouldn’t get drunk; I never did these days, hadn’t for many, many years been drunk and never drank as a means in itself to forget or mask a depression – though I did drink to help me sleep: stupid really, as that meant my bladder needed emptying every hour and a half or so throughout however many hours I tried to sleep!
But a beer is what I went for now, arriving at the same time as Kim’s daughter’s large group of friends descended on the shop also; must be a big dinner planned for something as Kim was a very good cook and often made me my dishes to take home and eat late at night.
They were all either at University, years 1 or 2, or around that age: 21 or so and I knew most of them slightly after years coming here, both boys and girls.
I parked my bike, set myself at my normal seat and made the overflow of the group welcome around the table with me – the other main table full mostly with the girls – while mostly the boys came to mine.
I offered to move anywhere easier so they could all be together, but a hand on my arm held me there and a soft voice said “Don’t go anywhere, Khun Steve; I would like you beside me – please.”
I looked at the hand holding me and across to the smiling face of its master; I didn’t know him well, but he was really quite beautiful and, as many of the people who came here were gay, lesbian (or perhaps both) perhaps he was gay; whatever, he held my arm and I sat there, not minding as he pulled his chair even closer to my bench seat as the table grew even more crowded.
One of his friends chuckled “Looks like Pung has found what he wants tonight!” and all the table smiled at me, as I gathered Pung was the young man who had asked me not to go. My face flushed red and I quickly held my glass up to have a drink of beer and hide myself a little.
Some of the boys lit cigarettes, and I thought that was a good idea also, to cover my discomfort; Pung asked me for one, but before I offered, his friends all guffawed and told me ‘Don’t give him one, Khun Steve – he never smokes!’
Pung was indignant and he retorted “Yes I do!”
I mollified him by saying “Nong, I will have a cigarette; if you try it one time and inhale and enjoy, ok I will give you one.”
His friends were laughing as I lit one, puffed a few times and handed it to Pung; he pulled on the cigarette and seemed to try and swallow the lungful of poisonous gases he sucked in: he coughed and spluttered and turned (no, not green) pale, while his friends hooted their enjoyment.
I stood and patted him hard on his back, straightened him up and stroked my other hand strongly up and down his chest, relieving his discomfort, until he was breathing normally – but my hands seemed to remain doing their job for longer than necessary – until I ‘heard’ the silence, and I jumped away.
He looked over to me gratefully as I sat back down, and I said: “Well that ends that discussion, nong Pung: no cigarettes for you – they are bad for your health!”
All his friends laughed and the atmosphere relaxed; but Pung looked at me closely and his leg moved under the table to touch mine; it was a sign of intimate friendship and I didn’t move away, but pressed my own against his, the hairs on our legs mingling, almost feeling as if they were becoming erect and aroused.
My bottle disappeared quickly; Pung and his friends were drinking shots of Thai whisky: potent stuff which I never partook of with anybody.
I stood, excused myself, and headed in through the kitchen to Kim’s bathroom/toilet; Kim was cooking and she smiled at me, friends as we were, even more than she was with several of my Thai group on normal afternoons; “Pung is nice, Khun Steve; you will like him.”
She smiled again as I grew flushed and I quickly threw my thongs off and went into the bathroom; I only pushed the door closed, not locked as ‘closed’ meant someone was inside: a universal sort of accepted truism in Kim’s place.
I heard the big overhead exhaust fan in Kim’s kitchen turned off, which meant she had finished cooking for now and must be carrying out whatever dishes she had made.
The door opened then in the silence, before my cock had finished urinating, and in slow motion I saw Pung walking towards me, taking over the holding of my cock and ever so gently coaxing the final spurts and drops out as he pressed against me from behind and, most wonderfully of all, he was nuzzling my neck and ears with his mouth and lips, while a nice packaged cock was nuzzling my behind.
Now it was his strength I needed, as my legs buckled and he held me upright, by my cock and by my waist, though he swayed us both and I guessed he was drunk.
He kissed around my neckline as he tugged on my cock and I twisted my head to kiss him, my beer and cigarette breath mixing with his whisky one.
“We can’t stay here” I whispered into his mouth and, against all desire, broke away and stuffed a growing cock down the front of my underpants and in my shorts. “You go out, I need to piss” he said, so I washed my hands and closed the door behind me, smoothing my hair and clothes as I stopped to get some ice cubes to drop in my glass.
“Did you see Pung, Khun Steve; he went in there ages ago” one of his friends asked; “He waited for me to finish, so now I guess he is using the toilet.” But they were smiling at my red face: they knew.
A few minutes later Pung returned, sat again in the chair beside me, ignored the probably ribald comments of his friends which I couldn’t understand and, perhaps responding to them, his leg pushed hard against mine so our skins were meshed and leg hair tingled together again.
Pung did seem to know what he wanted tonight I thought as I tentatively put my left hand down and brushed something off my shorts and stroked his thigh before I brought it back up to the table.
I wanted to stay, I wanted to go – but I wanted Pung to follow me; I chose a can of beer next, rather than a large bottle, and said I would go home after this one; I lit another cigarette but did my best to wave any smoke away from Pung and finished it quickly and stubbed it out in the ashtray away to the side.
I went in to the toilet again, found a pen and a scrap of paper in the kitchen and took it with me; when I returned to the table, I did my best to discreetly give the paper to Pung; on it was my phone number and my house address – easily found when I wrote:”Just look for the red Ford out front.”
He came to my house an hour later.
I found the 2 pairs of shoes outside which told me my wife and her lover were upstairs – so what? I showered, washed my hair, drank a beer, cleaned my teeth, drank more beer and tried to watch the TV and was about to clean my teeth yet again when I thought: ‘I am behaving stupidly; be normal, he may not even come.’
But he did, ridden here on the back of one of his friend’s motorbikes it seemed; oh well, I guess they knew already his plans and of my invitation and note...c’est la vie.
I met him at the screen door and pulled him inside; “Is your wife home, Khun Steve?”
I chuckled “She is having sex, perhaps asleep now, with her lover upstairs, nong; no problems – we just stay down here if that is ok.”
He looked incredulous, “Her lover! You don’t mind?”
I smiled; “She lives opposite and she has the most amazing tongue! She made love to me with it like a man would, but my wife was watching....after that, they are together upstairs every night I think; my wife is not in my life, so I don’t mind – truly, nong, not a problem for me, nor for you.”
I leaned in to kiss him; enough about my wife.
Pung asked to shower so I led him to my bathroom, explaining it would be cold water; he smiled “I need cooling down before getting hot again” and I melted before his smile; this was the man’s love I wanted, I felt sure.
He didn’t mind using my towel, as I stepped in and brushed my long hair one more time; normally I pulled it back into a pony-tail with a hair band, but it wasn’t dry yet and I always left it out to dry naturally.
I gave him a new toothbrush I had already put out – just in case he came – and we cleaned together at the basin; with foam all around my mouth, ready to spit it out and rinse, Pung pulled my head to him and kissed me, his foam spreading onto mine; it was incredibly erotic and I sucked in the toothpaste from his mouth.
He finished drying himself, slid his hands over my smoothly shaven skin – thank you Lover 6, if Pung likes it – around my back and gave a surprised ‘wow’ when his hand encountered a shaven arse-crack and balls below; I flushed and he kissed me again before we put our shorts on to walk out to the front room.
“Can I turn the light off and we lie down, Pung?”
He nodded; I did, and we both knew why: so we could pull our shorts off again and be skin to skin; his body was toned, muscular – young! – as he embraced me, and our fresh, mint-tasting mouths met in a light, sweet kiss, before he pulled us both down on my mattress-bed, his arms wrapped around me and holding me so closely I felt as if in a cocoon: safe, protected from all else, only us in this, our own little Universe.
My cock was throbbing, hard and straight, but I didn’t care about this: it was Pung’s I wanted hard and throbbing, to show me he wanted me – and it was; a quite big cock was pushing between my thighs, while mine was leaking pre-cum between us, squashed upright, upturned between our bodies and pointing up at our faces.
Pung’s hand reached again for my smooth, shaven arse-crack and he probed a finger lovingly down and up.
I didn’t wait; I rolled myself to my stomach and up on to my hands and knees, head bowed before the dominance of ‘He’ who would fuck me.
His mouth came down to lick my crack, coating it with saliva; I didn’t want any lube, didn’t want a condom: I wanted him to enter me however he wanted – just to be inside me!
I wriggled my bottom and he understood and he lined up his cock and put the head in my hole; I moaned as he just stayed there. I could feel my hole opening and closing for him, wanting to suck him in: my invitation was clear for him, so I moaned again as he gently, so slowly, so frustratingly, slipped another few centimetres of his cock inside.
He was perhaps concerned I couldn’t take him, his size, so I took the matter away from him, reached behind his firm, smooth buttocks and my hands propelled him forward to the depths of me and the length of him.
I squeaked: he was big, but it was what I wanted as I stroked his buttocks, but I had to put my hands back down in front of me for support and he didn’t need me now to show him I wanted his whole cock inside: he had the message clearly.
He fucked remorselessly, continuously; he was like one of those old-style oil wells, with the pump action non-stop as it pulled up the liquid gold: his pump action was the same piston-like, non-stop motion....forever, it seemed, he could go and not cum.
How long it was I had no idea, but I ejaculated onto my bed below me at some point, without any help – he was just such an amazing lover.
Then there was a cough behind us; Lover 4 said “I didn’t want to interrupt guys, but we have been sitting and waiting about 20 minutes now – and I need to go home before your wife and I start to fuck again, so I will just let myself. Wow, Khun Steve – you really are a cock-lover, aren’t you! Did you know this before?”
It was my wife who answered a simple “no, I didn’t” as she came behind us also, and bade her lover ‘good night’ and closed the door behind her.
Pung hadn’t stopped; he had paused, but soon resumed and I moaned at the eroticism of it all, but mostly at the feelings I was having for Pung and his never-ending love-making cock.
My wife might have still been there watching; I didn’t know, didn’t care; this was my real ‘coming out’ and I loved Pung as no other, neither any of 4 wives, nor any of the Lovers since Postman had begun, starting the list which had reached number 6.
Thus began a new, wonderful existence; Pung neither professed Love for me, nor moved in to live with me, but he was always the One I could turn to, even just to phone, when I needed some kind words, some crooning comfort, some reassurance there was someone I could still feel Love and desire for after so many years of emptiness.
I didn’t chase him; sometimes I saw him with friends at Kim’s while I was having my beer; sometimes he just arrived, not ever expecting me to sit at home pining as I waited for him – if I was there, he was happy; if I wasn’t there, he never phoned me and complained – he might phone sometime and say he had called around but I wasn’t home, but it wasn’t a jealous recrimination: it was a convenient relationship, with more Love in it from me, so be it.
My wife began bringing home different new women Lovers at times – well, regularly. They all seemed comfortable around me, though mostly they came, went upstairs to the bedroom for an hour or a night, and left again.
Perhaps they didn’t mind me as my wife had probably told them all I was gay; so I was no threat to them.
Then, one night, my wife arrived home quite early, with a girl and 2 young men, well teenage boys they looked to me.
My wife and her lover went upstairs; the boys sat on the sofa, with me lounging across my sofa-chair as was my wont. I offered them a drink; they smiled and asked if they could share a beer with me, so I rose and went to the kitchen, rinsed 2 beer glasses, added ice and opened a new bottle for them.
Carrying it back to them, I was acutely aware they were both staring at me: my skinny body with no shirt, only shorts on. I got a side table and put their glasses and bottle down, picked up my own glass and returned to the fridge for topping up and ice for myself.
I was aware of arousal, my cock not erect, just reacting with interest to their youthful bodies and their eyes looking at me as I went and came. My cock bobbed as I returned again and I quickly sat down, then jumped up and went to angle the fan towards them more than directly at me; one of the boys said “thank you, Khun Steve”.
I smiled at them and said “certainly” when they asked if I minded them taking their shirts off; their young, strong arms and chests and abdomens were on display in front of me, and I know my eyes widened as my cock reacted stronger this time and I quickly tried to lay my arm down across my groin and conceal what was pushing up from it. ‘Quickly’ and ‘nonchalantly’ hardly go together, and their looks told me they knew what had happened – down there under my arm.
They lay back against the sofa, allowing their low-worn jeans to show their abdominal muscles, and the bulges in their groins.
“Are you guys waiting for the girl upstairs, or do you have to go home?”
“She’s our sister and she said she might be here all night....do you want us to go, Khun Steve?” Sister – wow, obviously an open-relationship family this was!
“No, no; you are welcome to stay – eventually I will want to go to sleep, but not for some time yet.”
“You sleep here, your wife said” indicating the mattress beside his feet, “We could just lie down on the floor, beside you, and sleep – when you do, if that’s ok, and if the girls aren’t finished.” He smiled at me, at his brother and continued “Our sister takes longer than us to cum sometimes!”
I tried to control myself, to absorb what he had just been saying, but my cock began leaking pre-cum.
“Sure, that’s fine with me” I squeaked, shrugging, unable to lift my arm from my groin, awkwardly having to reach for my beer with the wrong arm, but I needed a drink.
The conversation had easily become one full of sexual innuendo: the tone, the content hovering around the edges: bodies displayed, open talk of their sister upstairs fucking my wife/being fucked by my wife, how long their sister could fuck, sleeping beside me....
It was no use; I knew they knew my cock was throbbing under my arm; they were boys, men, so they would be aware of the pre-cum they would expect an erecting cock to be leaking.
“Would you like me to get another bottle, Khun Steve – your glass is empty.” I sighed with relief and nodded “Thanks, ice is up above.” As one brother picked up my empty glass and went to the kitchen, his brother’s eyes followed him, so I quickly sat slightly more upright, crossed my legs and pinned my cock down between them, took one of my head cushions to lay across my groin, and felt relieved to have my arm back and able to take my glass when he returned.
But he didn’t move away; he put a hand under the pillow and felt the hardened shaft heading down from my groin; he stroked what was above my crossed thighs and they parted slightly as I capitulated to his touch. It was enough of an opening for my cock to rise to its freedom and his hand to stroke from base to the weeping head.
He took the pillow away with his other hand and smiled down at me; “It is ok, Khun Steve – we are feeling aroused also” and he took my hand and placed it on the hidden package in his groin: a straining cock and balls were plainly obvious to my hand through his jeans. His brother stood beside him, swung me around so both my hands were now enclosed over both their groins; I moaned as they pulsed, their messages convulsing up my arms to my brain and down to my cock straining within the confines of my shorts.
“Turn off the light switch there” I told the brother closest to it and he moved away; now it was only the streetlamp which lit the room, but a minute later, that was enough to see them strip their jeans and boxers off in front of my face, then to feel 2 arms pulling me upright and 2 other hands removing my shorts: 3 naked men in my living room, 3 erect cocks, 3 bodies filled with raging hormones – almost animal like-pheromones attracting us to each other – and needing release.
These 2 were a team; I didn’t even know their names, but ‘Team 1’ suggested itself to me as a suitable joint name.
They led me to my own mattress bed, one holding my hands in front as he sat on the edge of the sofa, putting my hands to his thighs as his pressed my shoulders lightly, suggesting I get down on my knees; his brother knelt with his knees inside mine, spreading mine, spreading my buttocks at the same time, widening my opening. His hands gently stroked up my back, reaching my head and suggesting it go down on his brother’s cock.
The waiting, bobbing cock came to my opened lips and I used one hand to grasp its smoothness and rub it’s length; he wasn’t big and I was thrilled I would be able to take him all in my mouth, but when my hands encountered his balls: they were huge, and I wondered at the amount of young spunk I was going to get to drink – no thought of beer now, as the prospect of a much headier, creamier, life-improving essence was on offer!
His brother-partner reached for the pre-cum on my cock, smoothed it on to his own I surmised, perhaps mixing it with his, and then his cock’s head was placed against my opening. I reached behind me to gauge his size also and found it matched his brother’s; when I felt further under for his ball sack, I was prepared for the size already: they were almost twin-like in their male fucking equipment.
A pregnancy would surely be automatic if they fucked a girl and emptied their sperm from those balls into her!
But now it was me who was going to be filled and they began together to fuck me at either end, in unison: both shoved in their respective fuck holes at the same time and eased back together also, as I did my best to enhance their fucking with my own body movements.
Neither of them were big enough to hurt me, but they didn’t particularly stimulate me that much either – not as Pung’s size and stamina did; it was pleasurable without being overly exciting; erotic rather than ecstatic – for me anyway, as they were grunting, groaning and moaning and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves in me; perhaps I was their first foreigner, which could be titillating for them to relate to their friends maybe.
But when they reached their peaks and it was time to unload in me, those big balls did what I thought they might: they pumped and pumped, too many spurts of hard cum bursting into me to count or to even try and swallow or to even try and contain.
This was their forte, their finest part of their fucking and it was now certainly as overpowering an ejaculation, a team ejaculation, as I had ever felt – no, never felt such as this before.
They both slumped backwards at the same time, emptied for now, but I suspected they could recover quickly, replenish and restart, probably changing positions.
But only 5 minutes had passed and, while they seemed ready to change their fucking positions, the stairs began thumping with feet as their sister, at least, came downstairs, “Time to go boys; I hope you have had a good time and not been bored without us girls!”
The kitchen light was switched on; I turned my head tiredly and saw a smiling, dressed sister and a towel-wrapped wife looking at us: 3 naked males, 2 in the process of standing up but now quickly donning briefs and jeans, while the submissive 3rd –me – was still on hands and knees with cum oozing from mouth and arse, hardened cock bobbing down and up under me.
I didn’t even bother to rise; they had seen, they knew – what was left to hide?
As the boys finished dressing, their sister came over to me, sniffed the air and said “Ah, fresh cum; what a dessert to go home with!” and she knelt down behind me and began lapping the spunk from my arse, sucking it out and drinking it into her mouth.
I didn’t stop her, nor my wife when she came to the sofa, knelt beside me and turned my mouth to hers and began lapping at the cum all over me, pushing her tongue into my mouth and swirling it around the taste of a brother’s cum still residing there. “She said quietly; a husband still has his uses when he is gay. Thanks for giving them what they came for – and thanks for the dessert.”
She kissed me, Team 1’s sister kissed my dried-out arse hole, and they stood and kissed each other, so now I did sit up and meandered my way to my bathroom and turned on the shower as I heard them exit and a car start up and drive away. The front door was closed and my wife said “Good night, Steve” as she went back upstairs and I finished washing everything thoroughly, cleaned my teeth – and knew I would be definitely washing the mattress again tomorrow!
I didn’t hear my wife go to work the next morning and slept late, my towel hot under me but necessary last night as my mattress was too soaked with cum to feel comfortable sleeping on.
It was a long refreshing sleep and after a minute’s awareness of the time, I bounded up and began my jobs: I threw the towel and the mattress cover in the washing machine, my shorts with them and set that going; I trotted naked up the stairs for new shorts, returned and took my mattress outside with a bowl of soapy water; I stood it up against the front gate and wet it with the hose, then sponged it through with soapy water and used a large amount of hose water then spraying it totally rinsed – then I turned it over and repeated the process.
It was so heavy with water, I just left it there to drain somewhat and went inside to have my morning cafe, watched the last part of the News on BBC and felt relaxed.
Cafe finished, 2 cigarettes later, the washing tinkled its song at the finish and I took the 3 items and hung them on the clothes horse in the sun.
Then I tackled the mattress, straining to even drag it over to the clothes horse, but managed to heave it up on to the lower rungs, water cascading from both ends: it might dry by the end of today, maybe not.
I was soaked, my shorts clinging to me as I fetched the broom and began sweeping the courtyard of water, washing it in the process with the last of the soapy bowl water and then pulling the hose out to its full-length to wash the soap down the courtyard’s gentle slope and out into the gutter.
I was standing outside my gate, sweeping the last of the water off the outside granite, non-slip surface, when a local Pizza company promotions boy came along the soi, sticking his junk advertising leaflet somewhere at everyone’s house.
I knew him a little as, every time I happened to catch him leaving one at my house, I continually told him not to bother as I only ate pizza maybe once a year – and didn’t need any leaflets to tell me when I felt like one.
Today, he paused and smiled as he put one in the gate of the house adjoining mine, then turned to me and opened his mouth to speak – but instead his eyes went to my groin where my soaking shorts were plastering the outline of my cock: not big, but unmistakable as a cock - and I could feel as it reacted and lengthened under his gaze.
I was feeling devilish and perhaps I had become/was now sex-crazed, so I said quietly “I don’t want any pizza, nong – but if you had any hot dogs, I fancy I could eat a couple of those....at least a couple; do you have one perhaps?” I stared at his groin, hoping he was getting the message: I wasn’t offering my cock, but wanted his, plus....plus, perhaps.
He looked up to the smile on my face; he had the message and he wanted to get a sucking from me.
“I, ah, have to finish this soi and the next; if I run, I could be back very soon, Khun – is that ok?”
I nodded and smiled “very soon would be good, nong” and he felt emboldened to ask “I probably should tell my supervisor where I am going when I finish delivering these....he might want to come also....Khun....?”
I nodded and smiled, “Steve”, turned my back to him and wriggled my behind at him -my soaked shorts plastered into my arse-crack; and I went inside as his feet pounded down the soi.
I stripped my wet shorts off, wrapped a towel around me for now and put my shorts out in the sun, hanging to dry: it wouldn’t take them long, the thin material in the hot Bangkok sun.
Inside, I took the towel off - once I had washed my sweaty face and taken a beer from the fridge, sat down and relaxed again in front of the fan to cool off.
It was less than 15 minutes before a voice came to the gate, “Khun Steve” and I jumped up, remembering to pull the towel around my body as I went to the doorway, outside to motion him in, and grabbed my mostly dry shorts from the rack.
30 seconds later, before I had led him in, a second uniformed male appeared, another boy in appearance, and behind him was an older – man – the Supervisor I assumed.
Well, this was going to be a party!
I led them inside, my towel around me, my shorts in my hand; I bade them sit somewhere and went to my bathroom to hang the towel and put my shorts on – not even worrying my cock was already enlarged: these 3 weren’t here for a cup of tea and scones with well-dressed attendants!
I stepped out and offered drinks: beers all round, so I opened 2 bottles, carried them into the living room and motioned the first boy I knew to get the corner table over closer, and put the beers there; I swayed and wriggled my arse heading back to the kitchen, knowing they had seen the front side already, grabbed 3 new glasses and carried them back and set them down: 3 males were now without pants, shirts on but undone, lined up side by side sitting on the sofa; and 3 cocks were being held, waiting: they weren’t, yet, exactly ‘foot-long’ hot dogs, but they would serve my thirst and desire which was burning within me.
I had the idea that a naked man in front of them might set them up straighter, so to speak, so I closed the screen door, closed the vertical blind over the window and stood in front of my best-known pizza leaflet delivery boy, who happily was sitting in the middle; and removed my shorts.
They gasped, because I was bigger than them, but that wasn’t important to me: what was was that ‘Team 2’ (I had now decided to dub them) had 3 cocks which jumped at the sight of my cock, just what I wanted as I knelt down, forced myself between member A’s knees, and lowered my mouth over his cock, while I had 2 free hands to grasp members B and C by their growing cocks either side.
It was lovely: better than delivered pizza and, because of their young ages, even the Supervisor could probably recuperate ok for dessert!
I bobbed my way, licked and sucked my way across 3 sets of legs to 3 cocks, never staying much longer on one than another, sharing my mouth and waiting expectantly for one of the younger boys to be the first to groan an imminent blast....but, surprisingly, it was the Supervisor and I quickly switched to him and sucked his entire, not very long or big length, into my mouth and I was ready when he gave me what he had built up in his balls, which I gently squeezed and coaxed, as he spurted and I swallowed – every drop he could muster until he pushed my head away from his sensitive cock and collapsed back to the sofa.
But now I had 2 younger boys’ cocks to work on a little longer each time and I felt my own dominance now as I felt under each scrotum and gently rolled their swollen balls of semen and sperm and knew they were both almost ready to shoot it out the end of their cocks.
I didn’t want it flying into the air and landing on my sofa, so I turned them towards each other and put both their cocks into my mouth when I felt the volcanoes about to erupt and I sucked both their thin cocks to finality, their loads combined too much for my mouth to swallow in one gulp, so I held it within as they drizzled their last and then I stood up on my knees and quickly kissed each one on their mouths, dribbling a third of the cum within my mouth into each – even the Supervisor’s.
I was dismayed when they had barely recovered, looked at each other, and began dressing: I wanted another round!
The Supervisor saw my disappointment, said “Sorry, Khun Steve, we have to move on to the next village; the rest of the crew went to eat lunch while we came here and they will be waiting for me, for us, now – for sure, their food wasn’t as good a pleasure as what we have had here, with you: that was amazing, Khun Steve!”
I hid my look of unfulfilled want and asked, as brightly as I could “When is your next ‘hot dog’ promotion?”
They all laughed with me and the Supervisor said “Next month, every month; but it might be a new team each time. Ah, do you want me to tell them to pay ‘special attention’ when they deliver to your house?”
I beamed with anticipation: a new Team every month! “Let me know when they are coming; I will pay them all my ‘special attention’!”
I gave him my mobile number on a piece of paper, on which I had written: if he called just to say ‘Team 2’ and I would understand, as they all zipped up over their cocks and each of them kissed me with a cum-flavoured mouth as they left.
I was unfulfilled; I had hoped one of them could last enough to fuck me – and it wasn’t even lunch-time; where had this craving for sex come from in such a short time?
I went out to check the mattress, able to turn it over; then I opened the gate to check the mailbox and dropped the water bill I found inside; I squatted down to pick it up just as a dog from my soi came over to piss on my car’s tyre.
I was about to shoo him away when he stopped, sniffed and came up to me; he sniffed again and his nose began sniff/sniffing up my legs to my groin, and up my chest to my neck – he licked my mouth where the aroma must have been strongest, most attractive to him, but soon went back to my groin and snuffled his way up the wide leg of my shorts – even as my cock began growing down towards him.
Oh, what a fantasy I had in about 10 seconds of reality!
But I couldn’t stay out here –not with a dog poking his nose up at my cock; I reluctantly stood, but he jumped up, stretching his paws up my chest and his hind legs began jumping up, towards me – and then I felt his cock out.
I was almost as dizzy as I had been...oh, when didn’t matter; I was dizzy now: a fantasy I had might again come to fruition – but only if I got off the street!
I held his paws and forcibly pushed him down and quickly went in the gate, not closing it, expecting him to ‘follow his nose’, which he did and he was bounding beside me as we went through the door; thankfully he was a quiet dog: a dog’s sexual barking might attract a crowd....of other dogs I imagined!
I didn’t close my screen door either, not sure if he mightn’t need to run out at some point – a better fuck available or his owner calling....but as soon as I took my shorts off and let him have free access so to speak, I knew he was here until he chose to leave; I lay down.
His first task was to find the source of my pheromone-like attraction and, wonderfully, he seemed to find both my cock and my arse equally so!
He walked all around my body, sniffing, but even more delightfully licking me, in all sorts of places and my cock just grew as he continued; but clearly my pre-cum was the moment’s deciding factor and his mouth headed for it as he just simply walked over my body as I laid flat on my back on the floor, and oh, perfectly, he stopped as he straddled me: his cock was growing out of its sheath, right over my mouth as his mouth began to lick at my engorged cock below.
Oh no, he did suddenly stop, listen and then he bounded for the door and was gone; he must have heard something calling to him, but he left me frustrated more than I had felt before his visit!
I was tempted to jack myself off, but I hadn’t resorted to this for years and years and didn’t start now; I had to believe something else would come to satisfy me....
But nothing did the rest of the afternoon; I showered, slept; ate a meagre dish of rice and left-over food, and drank more beer.
Evening came and I couldn’t even rouse myself to go out for a beer: I drank what was at home, hoping Pung might call and come around and let me fuck him for a change; but Pung was the fucker, I was the ‘fucked’ every time, so actually I hoped he didn’t call.
My cock remained stone hard, a constant reminder it wanted releasing, but I wasn’t going to do it: self-denial might teach me not to rely on anybody or any being and to just accept what my life was: here to now give my mouth and my arse to others to enjoy; trouble was: I was here, but nobody was coming to enjoy – well, not enough of them to satisfy my needs!
I had no lights on when my wife came home, late again, but I heard the tinkle of the little bells on the screen door as it opened; she must have seen my cock by the streetlight: it was still sticking up in the air even as I tried to sleep and ignore it.
I heard her catch her breath; I smiled and wondered again: did she perhaps miss this cock in her sometimes? I might even have accepted her cunt if she had offered it at this moment, but she didn’t.
I didn’t open my eyes as she stepped past and walked to the stairs; she paused there, I knew it from the silence, but then continued up the stairs, showered faster than normal and went to bed – alone tonight.
I did open my eyes when a dog’s nose came probing at my groin and again licked my arse and cock, finding my constant pre-cum enticing it seemed; I fondled ears and fur: this wasn’t ‘my’ dog from earlier today; I felt along the underneath and found no cock or sheath: my goodness, this was a female bitch – how did she get here, when no dog had ever visited me before like this?
But then ‘my’ dog did come in – how did they keep the door so quiet – and his snout went to my arse and he licked, and the 2 dogs jockeyed for positions over and around my body; well, even if I didn’t get to fuck or be fucked before they had to run away: it was certainly an exciting way to settle down for the night.
My male dog pushed at my arse, because he wanted it up in the air I guessed; I had gone as far as feeling to the tail end of the female and even felt the wetness from what I assumed to be her bitch cunt and when my finger had rubbed there she had backed towards me even as she sucked at my cock now: a cock-sucking dog: I never knew.
Could it happen, I wondered?
I rolled over and came to my hands and knees just as I did for gentlemen; I gently coerced the female’s rear back towards me and, very gently, slid my tongue to her cunt, or her arse-hole, I wasn’t sure.
The male was just like most of my lovers to now: he wanted to dominate and he sprang on to my back and began humping at my arse, pushing me forward so my body edged closer to the female as the male tried to hit his target.
I found my erection bobbing at almost the same level as my mouth in this pose, therefore I was levelling my cock at the female’s cunt and I used one hand to rub the head of my cock against her; she pushed back, her wetness mixing with mine as my male pushed me forward: it all worked in symmetry: the male found my spot and drove his now extended cock in my arse in one full thrust, propelling my cock in one full thrust into the cunt of the female, whose hips I now grabbed for both support and to pull back against my throbbing cock; she whined, quietly, as indeed I whined quietly, but I was doing my best to be very gentle with her, even as the male behind me gave no thought to my feelings as he pounded into me at a rate which no Man could keep up for long: he did.
The female whined; I was probably big in her, but she seemed to be stretching to let my length penetrate her slowly; I whined because a male dog’s cock is a big, long cock I was finding out; and the male just grunted his dominance and kept pounding until his knot – I had read enough Bestiality to know what it was – began pushing for entrance to my body.
Hell, what might he do to my arse; his cock was large, thick and long; what if his knot was equally large and thick, and they were like balls – his might be a tennis ball size!
But it was intoxicating, the pain and the pleasure, and my cock began fucking my female lover more urgently, not harshly, but she let me slide in my whole length and she seemed to want a knot in her also; I couldn’t do that, but as my ‘master’ dog thrust his knot into my arse, swelling it more to seal the exit and began pumping his puppy-making sperm into me, I felt the release of days erupt in my balls and I pumped the same semen-without sperm – into her lovely cunt, and I held myself there, locking with her as the male was doing to me as he pumped and pumped (more than me) and then locked himself there, to get me pregnant as genetics demanded.
My female stood waiting for me to release her; she was patient, used to a male’s knot I suppose. I stayed waiting, also patiently, for the very big knot to be released from my Alpha male – for that’s what he had dominated me about: he was the fucker, and I was the’ fucked’ yet again.
When my female lover felt my cock shrinking, she did an amazing turnaround of her body and licked my face – and my cock; it was so romantic, I was emotionally moved to tears, and I held her face and brought it to my lips and kissed her, letting her slurp her tongue over my face and in my mouth as she chose: she was Special: the only being with a cunt, of any type, who had let me fuck her for days. I was grateful for her acceptance and she could kiss and lick and slurp me wherever she wanted....she did.
I felt the Alpha’s knot shrinking until he painfully pulled out of me; my female heard my whine of pain and she came around and licked at my arse, soaking up the juices with her tongue, the male’s cum pouring out now; and she lathed me to a sense of well-being: what a nice girl she was!
The Alpha licked himself behind me, on my bed, and then pricked his ears – and he ran to the door, but now he needed me to open it, so I patted my female and rose to unsteady feet to go and open the door for him; he was out very quickly, and through the open gate just as fast, off up the soi.
I fondled the female’s ears and said to her “I guess you should go home to your house now too, my Lover”.
I had the door held open for her, standing there naked, and she seemed to understand; but first, or last, she came to my deflated, tired, satisfied and empty cock and sucked it into her mouth gently, rolling it along her gums it seemed, her tongue so long and raspy; I could swear she was kissing it, and I hunched down, pulling my cock out and I kissed her again, my tongue now in her mouth and against her tongue and gums.
I stood, my cock hardening in front of her, and said “Go home now; hope to see you again” and she turned and loped her way out to the gate, where she stopped for the lady there waiting, who said to me “She is a beautiful bitch isn’t she; I hope you loved her nicely, Khun Steve – with that nice cock of yours I am sure she enjoyed it” and they went off down the soi – so the female wasn’t a couple with the Alpha, just a lusty female friend perhaps.
A glance at the clock, 00.15; I didn’t shower, didn’t clean my teeth; didn’t worry about the mattress: I lay down and went to sleep.
At 08.00 I woke to the ringing of my phone; my wife wouldn’t be at work yet and she always called from her office phone - saved me 3 baht, as I paid for her mobile telephone bill every month.
“Hello” I said sleepily and a voice asked if I would like pizza this morning....”very funny” I said, and the response was “This is Team 3’s Supervisor; my guys need to come back to your Village, your soi – your house specifically – to check if yesterday’s service was up to our company standards. Would 10.00 be ok with you, ah...Khun Steve” and he rang off before I could even say “ok”.
Clearly, Team 3 was coming – rather earlier then the expected one month’s time!
By 10.00 I had showered, cleaned up, had a cafe – and been fucked twice already.
One of the young boys I had become friendly with came as I was showering; I had pushed the screen door to, but not locked it and he called out as he poked his head in; I knew his voice so said to enter.
He came to the open doorway of my bathroom, stripped his shirt and shorts off and said “This won’t go down, Ajarn Steve; can you help me please?”
He was 13 and a slim, young boy, so I turned the shower water off and got down on all fours for him to unceremoniously stick his young, small cock straight up my willing arse-hole. He pumped for a short time to get his needed release out quickly, which he did; but he stayed in me, limp and slipping out until I held his buttocks and thus his little cock and groin pressed to me.
A few minutes and he began to grow and began to fuck me again with that youthful exuberance of puberty and recuperative powers of the young.
He took longer this time, naturally, and he felt sweet against my body and in my man-cunt. I let him go as he wanted until he came again and he collapsed against my back and showered me with kisses there.
When he slipped out, I stood and cuddled him for a moment, then turned the shower on and rinsed him off; I pointed to my towel as I washed myself, yet again, and he stood on the floor mat, dried, slipped his shorts and shirt back on, smiled and said “Thank you, Ajarn Steve – see you tomorrow?”
Out he went as I finished and dried myself, smiling; I was certainly awake now, ready for visitors.
Now at 10.00 I was sitting in anticipation, my cock primed and dripping; a voice at the gate said “Pizza survey....” I laughed and went to my doorway, accepting their entrance (though normally I sent all sales and marketing people off with a “Not need, thanks” – maybe I would be friendlier in future....)
There were 3 in the Team; a burly guy I assumed the Supervisor, a younger boy and the third, bringing up the rear, almost seemed to be a girl: the hair cut and style, the made-up eyes and face when ‘she’ lifted it to look at me, the slimness and way the body moved when walking towards me.
But it wasn’t a girl, only a boy who clearly wanted to feel like or become a girl, nothing out of the ordinary here in Thailand and nothing I even took much notice of anymore – but he was quite beautiful.
I let my cock brush them as they walked in the doorway past me, giving them evidence of my readiness for their visit, hoping this would get over the opening ‘not sure what to say or do’ difficulties.
I went to the fridge, asking them as I swayed what they would like; the girly one giggled, the Super asked for a beer and the other 2 only water; once delivered, I turned the fan on high, faced it towards the Team on the sofa, closed the screen door and the blinds over the window.
I stood in front of them and removed my shorts, a metre from their faces; all 3 gasped when my erection came into view; that gasp was such a turn-on my cock waved at them in response, bobbing as it dribbled pre-cum.
But they weren’t here for me to fuck – well, that wasn’t what I had offered, so I waited for their cocks to appear as I salivated and readied my mouth for them.
The Super dropped his trousers first and his short, stumpy penis appeared, at full length already it seemed; he moved around behind me and said “I really need to fuck you Khun Steve.”
That was a surprise, but my arse tingled and bobbed its agreement as he sank to his knees behind me and gently pushed me to all fours.
The boy hesitated, stood and revealed his lovely, long thin cock as his trousers dropped and he stepped out of them and moved towards my waiting mouth – at least he wanted the offered sucking.
The feminine member of the Team slipped her long pants off to show me a string pair of panties, hiding her cock, but she turned to show me her arse, just the string up the crack, joining to tie with the strings which came around from the front.
She undid the strings and let them fall; her cock was almost flaccid – clear to me she ignored its existence even - and adroitly slid herself down on her back, grasped my cock as leverage as she slipped through the legs of her team-mate, down further until she could put her knees up and pull my cock down to her now exposed man-cunt: she wanted my cock to fuck her.
This meant my fucker behind had to lower himself as she pulled my cock down and straight into her cunt, and he adjusted his position so he could poke himself at my arse-hole, changing his angle and closeness until he managed it.
When they were settled with my body, the boy held my face up and slid his cock into my mouth and he I concentrated on first; the girl could raise her hips to get my length inside as she wanted; the Super could thrust and grunt into me without much assistance, but the boy needed my attention.
I sucked him to full hardness; he didn’t stretch my mouth wide, but he was long and he bumped down my throat a little, though I was now quite well self-taught as to how to suck a long cock, yet still be able to breathe without gagging. He had a nice, fresh taste – as if he had washed before coming, and it made me pause for a moment to consider if I might not be wise to buy a supply of condoms....
I had never used them; once, some years ago when I was still married to a Vietnamese wife, but living and working here in Bangkok, a self-protection promotion had delivered free samples around my condo building; my wife and I tried to put it on my cock, but in the process we had torn it: that was the sum total of my condom usage.
Now that I was allowing myself to have multiple cocks doing all sorts of things to me, or doing them with my cock, a condom might be warranted – but I had none today of course, c’est la vie.
My cock remained hard and I actually doubted if I would cum at all; (my female dog came to mind) but the female cunt in which it was moving seemed happy to have it there and she was groaning readily.
Perhaps this led the Super to be the first to reach his limit and I felt his cock spurting up my arse; the biggest, most senior in the Team and he came first – who can know! He held it in me for the dribbles to end and then sat back, watching his Team now I guessed.
Now I could have more movement to fuck the arse-hole cunt surrounding my cock, and this seemed to galvanise her previously flaccid cock into an erection.
The boy kept accepting my tongue and mouth, so he was more of a long-stay, despite his youth, but when the body on my cock began writhing and grunting and the cock laid between our bodies began to cum up my abdomen, this seemed to send the boy’s own need for release a signal.
He was the surprising one: his gushes caught me by surprise for their intensity and amounts each spurt; only 4, but it must have been equivalent to 8 of a ‘standard’ spurt in terms of overall quantity, and my mouth overflowed on to his cock and down his groin.
Well, Team 3 had been pretty interesting I thought as the body under me whispered “enough, enough please” and I gently withdrew my erect, unreleased cock from her arse and let her lie there, resting as the cock in my mouth finished and dribbled its last, shrinking and I slipped it from my mouth to suck up the dregs of him, clean him so I could swallow the rest.
At the gate, after a clean-up, the Supervisor thanked me loudly for participating in their Survey, to which I rejoined “Glad I could be of service.”
Part 11 - Finale
A stream of invited fuckers followed; some came repeatedly, others were sent by acquaintances from previous sessions after checking with me; some were young, some old; most were men or boys, some were girls, but I used my cock reluctantly in a woman’s cunt, though a boy or man who clearly wanted me in him was often welcomed.
Pung was regularly around, either at the shop when I was having my beer, or he came and he was my comforting Reality, though he still never professed any ‘love’ for me, and I withheld the words but felt and thought them towards him: he was my Continuity factor.
My spare time became less each day, but I managed to do my house chores ok, fitting in visits mostly at times of my choosing, but there were still unexpected surprises....
Such as when the young girl next door brought one of her Dad’s friends over; she was on holiday and home, but her Dad, a taxi-driver needed to sleep, and her Mum was at work, so she suggested his friend wait with me until her Dad woke up. “Is that ok, Khun Steve; Khun Nim is a good friend, but he lives a long way away, so he wants to see my Dad.”
(She had seen me with a naked boy, and with my cock jutting out the front of my shorts: she knew I was gay – was that a sign?)
Nim was younger, slim and tall, but with muscles much in evidence; he smiled at me and cocked a questioning eyebrow.
“Sure” I said, “I am just watching TV News; are you staying, Tee, would you both like a drink, a beer –no, not for you, Tee - Nim?”
He asked if I had juice; a soft voice, contrasting with the body which I had been staring at; I did have orange juice and went to get him a glass, as Tee said she would go home and wait for Dad to wake up – then she would come back for Khun Nim - if we weren’t ‘busy’, she said; what does she mean by that, I had to wonder.
“I have seen you before I am sure” I said to Nim “Maybe at a birthday party next door....”
He smiled, nodded, “Yes, you and I have smiled at each other when you came in for one beer to wish Tee’s Dad ‘Happy Birthday’; that’s why I asked Tee about you and she decided to invite me to come here – to meet you.”
Nim sat relaxed, accepted the glass with 2 hands, one for the glass and one to gently stroke mine; there was an immediate flutter in my stomach and in my groin; I smiled down at him and he patted the sofa spot beside him, “Just let me get a beer for myself, nong Nim – I forgot it.”
I returned, hesitated, but sat next to him; “Do you mind if I take my shirt off, Khun Steve – it’s hot, isn’t it?”
I pointed at my bare, ribbed, skinny bare torso and laughed; “I never wear a shirt at home, only shorts like these, so you are welcome to take off anything you feel more comfortable in, Nim.”
“What do you sleep in, Khun Steve, your shorts?”
This was flirting; this was exciting, ‘beating around the bush ‘so to speak; “I don’t wear anything, nong; just lie here on that mattress with the fan to caress my naked body.”
“Is that enough for you, Khun Steve?”
“Sometimes not – but what can I do, nong Nim?”
“Upstairs has air conditioning, I guess; why don’t you sleep there?”
I chuckled a little; “Ok, my wife sleeps upstairs in one room with air conditioning – but no, we don’t sleep together. The other, main bedroom also has air conditioning – but I just choose to be down here; I never know who might come to visit....”
Nim wasn’t going to let this questioning go; “Why don’t you sleep with your wife, Khun?”
I looked at him; all right, he was asking direct questions: he could have direct replies “I haven’t wanted sex with her for a long time, nong; my life has gone in a new direction, and so has hers.”
He waited patiently for me to continue; “She prefers her lesbian lovers these days, and I prefer my gay lovers these days. What about you, Nim – does that all shock you, or you don’t mind?”
Before he could answer, Tee interrupted our erotic conversation, looked in the door and said her Dad was awake and asked Nim to come over.
Nim stood and put his shirt on, “Thanks for the hospitality, Khun Steve; I have to go, but I am sure I will be back, will cum again.”
Tee waited a few moments, “He’s sure cute, isn’t he Khun Steve?”
I smiled at her – she was too smart for one so young – and nodded my head; “See you Khun Steve!”
And then there was....the new Postman delivering to my house; he said “I am Postman number 2, Khun Steve; please sign here for this package.”
He had an electronic delivery machine, so I wrote on it: “want to cum in?”
He looked, said “Perhaps this is broken; do you have a real pen inside to sign the paper for me; perhaps I could have some water also, but I also need relieve the pressure down here....” and he motioned to his groin.
I gave a wide smile and led him inside, sat him on the sofa, got a glass of water, and pulled his bigger ‘pen’ out of the underwear I pulled down his legs with his uniform trousers.
His cock was ready for me; and it was a cock as I liked: long, slim and circumcised.
Trouble was, he didn’t last very long once I had truly begun sucking him and using my tongue; when I played with his balls, he stiffened, held my head and very soon was shooting long, stringy noodles of himself into my mouth.
It actually tasted like a creamy noodle soup, which was unusual to say the least!
“I’m sorry” he said, “It just felt so very good, your mouth I mean; normally I last for guys longer than that; sorry, Khun Steve. I better finish the deliveries....” He was embarrassed, clearly, but I sucked his cock clean, kissed it then said “It is fine, Postman; truly: don’t worry. Perhaps next time I should bite it – so it doesn’t feel so good!”
He laughed at my joking, and seemed to feel relaxed and relieved, as he pulled up his pants, smiled and went out to hop on his motorcycle to the next delivery.
30 minutes later, he was back, delivering up the other side of the soi; opposite my house he suddenly whipped his bike across and parked in front of my car and came inside my courtyard.
I had known the distinctive sound of the Postman’s motorcycle for years, so when I heard him again outside and my gate open, I met him at the doorway; I smiled but looked questioningly at him.
He said his usual rest and toilet stop was now – and “Could I wash my hands and face in your bathroom please, Khun Steve?”
It was an odd request, but I led him to my bathroom and left him to it; the next moment, his clothes began being thrown out the doorway and the shower started; well, ok, a bit more than washing hands, but no problem.
10 minutes and he called me, “Can I use this towel, or could I borrow one please?”
“I’ll get you a new one, just a minute.” I went upstairs and returned with a fresh one; the door was open, as I had known, but hey – I had sucked him off just a little earlier...”here you go” and I looked at his cock: stiff and long, ready.
He smiled and asked if I would like him to show me another way he could use his cock: could he fuck me?
I went back to lock the screen door, threw my shorts down on his pile and stepped into my bathroom; I slid my body past his and put my hands on the wall, letting the shower water cascade down my hair and body as I presented my back and arse to him.
This was better; he held my buttocks and slid his cock through my opening and into me in slow, deeper movements; I didn’t mind, but it was nice he was being careful.
He fucked me gently and he did last a lot longer than his first coupling with my mouth; his cock felt nice, but an odd feeling came to me: I was getting bored just being fucked by a ‘nice’ cock, and grunting, excited men behind me or fucking my face weren’t giving me the same, moving experiences of months past.
After the Postman left, I decided I would go out to the next Village later, in the early evening, to a bar I had heard about; perhaps there was excitement there....
I didn’t drive my car, but caught the village bus to the end of mine and walked the 50m to the start of the next Village, where the bar stood on the corner.
There was excitement there.... before I had drunk through my first glass, one of the barmen came up to the round table and stool I was perched at; it was too early, so only a dozen or so people were there with me, 11 of them men.
This barman was really a bar boy, late teens I guessed, maybe 20; he smiled at me as he refilled my glass, putting his hand on my leg propped on the stool’s rungs and giving it a stroke up and down.
Since I didn’t react with anger, he stroked some more, higher and closer; with him standing so closely I decided he might as well get the message clearly and I cupped my hand to his groin and felt for his cock and balls as I licked my lips; he was stiff in his pants.
“Is that what you like, Khun?” I nodded and he moved away, back to the bar and spoke to the man behind it, perhaps the manager or owner.
I wasn’t going to pay to suck any cock, or even to get fucked; I was offering a service for free and I expected free offerings, not paid substitutes; if I got lucky, so be it – and I thought the recipient of my mouth or arse would also receive his share of luck, so I just sat and drank my beer, and watched patiently as more people, men, trickled in as time crept later.
My barman came back, took my order for another bottle and returned also with another man; the barman left and the new man, neither young nor old, pleasant looking, smiled and inclined his head, inviting me to follow him – perhaps to the toilet, which I needed anyway.
He led me to the back door, outside, turned to smile again and held my hand as he meandered along narrow paths across to another property, it seemed, through another door and into another bar.
This was an enclosed bar, not an outside, open to the air one and it was dark, though air-conditioned and cool. My guide put me at a table and went for a moment, returning with another beer; I was a little confused and, I admitted to myself, a little concerned as I looked around.
There seemed to be quite a lot of men, but it was quite dark and difficult to see details, but I knew when a cock came to my side and was put against my hand, so I stroked it, for my own relief as well.
That cock pulled my hand to stand up and away from the table and down to my knees where I found another cock sticking up for my mouth, its bearer laying on the tiled floor; I opened my mouth and swallowed it whole, down to its bushy roots and then I felt another cock searching for my hand as the first one emptied his balls into my fingers and over the floor below.
As my slippery hand closed on the new cock, my shorts were pulled from my waist and down, helping me lift one knee at a time to remove them fully; I didn’t bother with underwear tonight, expecting something like this – ‘this’ being a cock roughly pushing into my arse as my mouth was held pulled down to the cock under me: he was lasting well, I thought, as the stumpy length in my arse began pumping.
There was no Romance here; it was clear to me now: this was a private club for fucking, nothing more, so it was one cock after cock which wanted my services...
The talk around grew louder and there seemed to be a crowd as my first mouth-load of cum was given and the giver rolled away, to be immediately replaced by another as the fucker in my arse seemed to be pulled aside for a new cock to penetrate me, erupting within minutes and replaced by a new one, a bigger one this and it reached further through me, through the deposit of the previous cock.
It had begun excitingly, even erotically, to be taken like this; I knew I was subservient and enjoyed some domination, but now it was becoming a little overwhelming: to be raped by 1 or 2 men, even if a 3rd and 4th wanted my hands and mouth – well, that might have turned into an enjoyable fuck-session....but there seemed now to be a crowd and they all sounded to be looking at me as their joint fuck receiver for tonight....as a new cock was thrust harshly, roughly into me – at both ends.
My head began to swim, and I know I asked for it to stop, but those words were hard to get out between cocks in my mouth; I wriggled my arse, trying to intimate I wanted to stop, but this seemed to excite the men even more and they took it as a sign I wanted continuous fucking....and one after another came, and came, and went....
And then came the final arse-fucking I remember: a giant cock which penetrated me further than I knew of ever before, and I passed out as he savagely thrust it far up my body....
My happy, new Life, at least in this Body, bled so much from all this....I Died.
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