Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 22:42:48 -0400
From: masque_of_the_phoenix@yahoo.com
Subject: Teacher in Thailand (Gay, Adult Youth)

Teacher in Thailand

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I took a job teaching English in Southeast Asia, and was completely
nervous.  I went through all the medical exams, got boosts on all my
immunizations, and the company gave me a month to put my affairs in order.
With all my personal effects in storage, bags packed, I began my 25 hour
trip to Thailand.

It felt like summer in Baltimore, 95 ° and 100% humidity, and it was
only 11am.  I got my luggage at the airport, and procured a ride to the
village I was to be living and working at.  2 hours later, I arrived at the
village. It wasn't really a modern village, but it was beautiful.  3200
villagers lived here, mostly farmers and fishermen. As I arrived at the
school, a teacher was scolding a group of students.  He completely changed
his tone as i got out of the van.  His English was impressive, greeting me
without any "broken" phrases.  He had the students grab my bags and bring
them to the teacher's lounge. The school itself was small, roughly 30
classrooms for all 900+ students. I was given a tour, then went to the
cafeteria for lunch.  Jet lag was finally kicking in and I got tired, fast.
One of the female teachers led me back to the lounge and let me sleep until
the end of the school day.  I awoke to a student telling me my apartment
was ready, and not far from the school.  The student had my bags on a
rickshaw type cart, and ready to show me I'm going to be living.  The boy
had to be 13 years old, but still really short, even for an Asian boy.  As
I sat up, he was securing the bags on his rickshaw, I noticed the scarce
amount of hair below the boy's knees, and as i looked higher, a nice little
bubble butt. This view got me excited, I managed to maneuver the tent
forming in my pants before the boy turned around.  I followed him out of
the school, and the entire 10 minute walk to my new home.  This side by
side duplex was nicer than any home I had in the states, it was furnished
primarily in Thai motifs, with a few American features, like a standard
toilet!  The boy helped bring the smaller bags in as a brought the larger
bags to the bedroom. After talking with the boy, I learned his name was
Pan, and he was in the 8th grade, and in my English 3 class.  The last
teacher left last week for medical reasons, and classes were on hold until
Friday, two days from now.  He kept calling me Khrū N�y
(pronounced crew nye, meaning Mister Teacher), which I didn't object to. I
was still a bit tired, but completely famished, I asked if there were any
restaurants in town.  Pan said yes, but he could make me a meal, I told him
maybe another time, he then suggested his parents restaurant on the other
side of town. I changed my shoes from cross trainers to Greek style
Sandals, and followed my young student across town to his parents'
restaurant.  I greeted his parents with a traditional Thai greeting, they
were very honored, but my knowledge of the Thai language was limited to
ordering food, thank the gods for Google Translate!  Pan sat down with me
at the table, and ordered my meal, Pad See Yew Kai with a Sing-ha lager to
wash it down.  The food was delicious, Pan ate a bowl of Tom Yum soup.  I
asked him to give me a tour of the town, he asked if he could tomorrow
after school.  As he took the dishes to the back, I checked my phone,
almost full reception, still on a 4g network, and no international roaming.
On a whim, I pulled up Grindr, 25 guys online in this village alone.
Things were looking up. Pan came out with his mother, and I asked him for
the check.  Pan translated for me, his mother pretty much told me it's on
the house, a "welcome to your new home" meal.  I thanked them both, but
still slipped 650 baht, roughly 20$ USD, under my glass as i left.  Pan was
to escort me back to my house, and to what ever store I needed to get any
provisions I needed.  It was barely 700 pm by this time, and I still wasn't
acclimated to this time zone yet.  As Pan took me to a general store, I
still kept get glimpses of that nice little bubble butt walking two steps
ahead of me.

This boy was actually 14, standing only 4'10", an entire foot shorter than
me, and from what I can tell, he barely weighs 95lbs, 70lbs lighter than
me. Pan told me that for the next week, he was to escort me around town as
my translator and guide, and from his smile, he was all too happy to
oblige.  At the store, I picked up the essentials, basic toiletries, some
snacks, and spent another 600 baht. Pan tried to insist carrying every
thing, which was apparently way too much for him.  I took the majority of
the bags, and walked with him back to my house.  As we put the groceries
away, I checked to see what they stocked me with.  I put a kettle on the
stove for some tea, and Pan excused himself to use the bathroom. After a
minute, I heard him call out for me.  I ran upstairs, to find him staring
at the toilet.

"Khrū, how do you use this?" He's accustomed to using the Asian
squat toilets, so i told him to sit, do his business, and use the toilet
paper to completely wipe his butt, he looked absolutely confused, but
proceeded to drop his shorts completely in front of me and sat down. The
kettle started to whistle, so i went downstairs to turn it off.  I went
back upstairs to check on him, he was sitting there with the used toilet
paper in his hand.

"What do I do with this?" he asked.

"Put it in the bowl and flush. This paper breaks down in when flushed."

He stuffed the wad in the toilet and flushed.  He stood up, waddled over to
the sink to wash his hands, not bothering to pull up his pants until his
hands were clean, leaving me to admire his body. His bubble butt was
completely smooth, him 3" flaccid cock completely covered by a thick
foreskin, a small tuft of straight hair resting above his cock, and two
walnut sized, hairless balls hanging below. The view had me speechless, but
other parts of me were screaming for attention.  My own 7" of hard, cut
American meat was trying to escape my shorts, I walked in my room an slide
the door shut.  I readjusted my package and open the door, and a smiling
Pan was there waiting.

"Is it time for tea?"

Pan steeped to mugs of tea while I set up my laptop to the TV.  I put on
the movie "Were the World Mine", a gay musical on Shakespeare's "A
Midsummer's Night Dream" on Netflix.  Halfway through the movie, I dosed
off.  I woke up several hours later, in my bed, no shirt, no shoes, no
shorts... just my jockstrap.  I looked at the clock, it was 245am.  I
walked down stairs, Pan was asleep on my couch, wearing just his gray
briefs. I got some pineapple juice from the fridge, and watched him sleep
for a few minutes.  He rolled over, now facing me.  His cock was completely
hard, and poking out of his waistband, my cock instantly reciprocated.  He
was knocked the hell out.  I walked over, scooped him up with ease, and
carried him up to my room.  I laid him on my bed on his back, he never
woke.  I walked around to the other side of the bed, never did my eyes
stray from his sight.  As I laid down, his left hand reached down into his
briefs and grabbed his girth, keeping a strong grip.  Still, he was asleep.