Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2006 22:57:00 +0100
From: Peter745 <peter745@btinternet.com>
Subject: Thai Breakfast - 1

     After an endless night flight from London, twisting
and turning and failing to blot out the snoring on one
side and the puffing on the other, I finally made it into
Bangkok.  It was Sunday afternoon and sweltering hot and
the sight of the hotel pick-up was the best thing I'd
seen for hours.

The Thai driver was cute and friendly, but I was so
knackered I wouldn't have noticed if he'd been the
archangel Gabriel.  All I wanted was a shower and sleep.
Each time he tried to be friendly, I grunted & grimaced
and made the guy feel like he had a double dose of
unwashed body (which is just what I had).  I didn't even
give the poor guy a tip.

After a long, cool shower, I fell onto the bed and passed
out.  Traffic noise being a Bangkok birthright, as soon
as I had recharged the batteries the hum got louder and
louder and soon I was wide awake and determined to step
out and see what was up.  Just about everything, it
seemed.  Where before there had been empty pavements, now
there was a huge bustle of market stalls selling every
fake under the sun, exotic food tables, and whispers of
untold thrills if only I would step into this bar or
that.

That sounded interesting, but all the flyers showed girls
in gym poses, minus their slips, and what I wanted to see
were cute Thai guys doing the splits.  I'd picked the
hotel as it was near the boyz scene, but which of the
many Soi they were in I'd forgotten, and I didn't have
enough nerve to ask anyone.

But my luck was in.  I glimpsed a sign saying Man
Massage, and outside in the street were a group of guys
who looked like they'd stepped out of a Thai Tourism
poster.  "Massage, Sir?" one of them asked sweetly. "Very
good massage here."   Ever a sucker for a smile, I
stepped into a small room where an hour's bliss for 500
baht, plus tip, was on offer.  Suddenly half a dozen
topless guys appeared, flexing their muscles.  I chose
the original smiler, who thanked me with raised hands and
a little bow, and off we went.

His name was Toy, and his English was about as good as my
Thai, but he had a lean, brown body, deep dark eyes and
that killer smile.  He gestured for me to strip off while
he dropped his jeans, and we stepped into the shower
together. He took some gel and began to rub it into my
hairy chest, making appreciative noises.  When in Rome, I
thought.so I took some gel and began to rub it onto his
hairless chest.  He smiled again, so I started to explore
and soon had him covered in gel, including his purple
cock that had grown nicely.  I eased back his foreskin
and gently massaged the head.  He in turn was rubbing gel
over my balls and stiff dick.  I let my hands wander
round to his back and gently massaged his brown cheeks.
He gasped a little and pulled in closer.  By now our
cocks were hard against each other.  He broke free -
"time for massage".  We rinsed off and dried ourselves.
Both our cocks were half hard.

I climbed onto the table on my stomach and he began to
rub cream into my legs.  As he worked his way up, he
gently pushed my legs apart and let his fingers linger
over my hole. With each up stroke he slid a finger in a
little further, and with each down stroke he raked the
opening.  I was now raging hard and had to lift my arse
to make my cock comfortable.  This was his cue. His next
upstroke brought his whole arm under my arse, rubbing
hard against my balls and cock.  He did this a few times,
causing me agonies of pleasure.

He pulled back and gently pushed me down onto the table.
He climbed up and sat on my arse.  I could feel his cock
nestling in the crack, while he stroked up and down my
back.  Each time he lunged forward, he pressed his cock
deeper into my crack.  I opened my legs wider and soon he
was rubbing hard against my hole.  "You like?" he
whispered into my ear.  I lifted my arse to give him
greater access in response.  I felt the tip of his cock
probe my opening.

"I massage inside?" he whispered again.  I grunted in
reply and pushed up again.  He didn't need any more
encouragement.  Slowly he pushed inside as he stroked up
and down my back.  Within seconds he was fully inside and
his strokes outside matched each thrust inside.  I
clamped down on him and began to milk him.  Soon we were
both grunting.  His breathing got faster and he threw
himself down onto my back, thrusting hard into my arse as
I bucked against him.  I felt him swell even thicker and
unleash a stream of hot cum inside me. He gently nibbled
my ear and lay on me for a couple of minutes, recovering
his breath.

He slowly pulled out and climbed off the table.  After
discreetly wiping himself, he gently rolled me over and
began to massage my front.  My cock was still as hard as
rock, but he ignored it while he worked on my legs.  When
he got to my chest he began to work in decreasing circles
until soon he was brushing my balls and giving feather
strokes to my cock.  I began to moan and stroke his arse
in appreciation.  He hopped back onto the table next to
me and taking a scoop of cream, began to work it into my
cock and balls.  The feeling was fantastic.  As I found
his hole and began to caress it, he increased the pace
and pressure on my cock.  Soon I was gasping and he
looked at me smiling.  "You come now?"  he quizzed.  "Oh
yeah"  I said, "especially if you keep that up."  He
played with the head of my cock, squeezing and rubbing
the tip, alternating with full strokes.  He began a slow
piston action, squeezing and rubbing at the same time.  I
couldn't hold back any more and a gush of cum hit us both
in the chest.  He laughed and gently milked me of all I
had left.

I gave him an appreciative kiss and then we showered
again.  I hadn't felt so relaxed in ages, and all the
strain of the flight was now wrapped up in a dirty towel
in the massage parlour.  That night I slept like a baby.

The next couple of days were spent getting to know
Bangkok - the river buses, the amazing temples, the
palaces and fabulous shopping.  To say nothing of the
some of the best food on earth.  But nicest of all were
the people - always friendly (even when trying, like the
taxi drivers, to rip you off) and so many cute men.  Each
night I was too exhausted from the heat and the sights to
do more than flop into bed.

But by day three the old sap was rising and in the
afternoon I noticed the hotel's airport cab driver in the
reception.  He recognised me and smiled a hello.  He
asked me how I was enjoying Bangkok. His English was
really good & his attitude still very friendly.  I
apologised for being so rude when he brought me from the
airport, as I'd been so tired.  "No problem" he said " I
understand."

"I still feel bad" I replied. " Can I buy you a drink to
make it up to you? And what's your name?  I'm Joe, by the
way"

"Sure, Joe, I like beer.  I got to pick up one more guy
from airport but I call you on return - maybe two hours.
And my name is Sorn."

Whether or not he was gay, he was really nice and
friendly.  I gave him my room number and went upstairs to
shower and nap. I must have fallen into a deep sleep as I
was woken by a knocking on the door.  I was only in my
briefs but I opened up and it was Sorn, with a couple of
beers.

"I'm so sorry, Sorn, I feel deep asleep.  But do come in"
I said.  He smiled again and wandered over to the bed,
putting the beers on the beside table.  I felt a bit
awkward just being in my underpants, but the room was
very warm as I didn't have the a/c going.  I just can't
sleep with the noise.

"It hot here, Joe.  Can I take shirt off?" he asked.

"Sure, Sorn, make yourself comfortable.  I don't like
using the a/c unless I have to.  I find it dries out the
air too much."

He slipped of his shirt, revealing a broad chest with
just a tuft of dark hair on it.  We sat apart on the bed,
drinking our beers and chatting about Bangkok, and the
heat and nothing much.  When we finished I offered him
another from the mini-bar.

"Sure, Joe.  But jeans also very hot. You mind if I take
off?"

"Go ahead, Sorn, no reason why you shouldn't be
comfortable too.  I'll just go and pee."

I went to the bathroom so that he wouldn't be embarrassed
with me watching him, much as I wanted to.  When I came
back he was in sexy black briefs and thumbing through my
gay guide to Bangkok. He put it down and took his beer.
This time he sat next to me, so our thighs were touching.

"You like Thai boy, Joe?" he asked?

"Sure do, Sorn.  I've never seen so many sexy guys in one
place in my life."

"You like, Sorn, Joe?" he replied.

"Very much, Sorn. You're a very attractive man."

He grinned broadly, put down his beer and started to
stroke my thigh.  "I like Joe. I like very much."  With
this he began to stroke my chest and nipple, and the
bulge in my pants began to grow.  He noticed, and gently
rubbed my package over the cloth.  I opened my legs wider
and he squeezed harder.

"It very hot here, Joe.  You mind if I take off pants?"
He didn't wait for a reply, but stood up and dropped his
briefs.  Out sprung a cut purple rod that was growing by
the second.  He took my arm and got me to stand up and
pulled down my pants, then pushed me back onto the bed,
falling on top of me.  He began to kiss me passionately,
probing my mouth with his tongue.  I responded in kind
and began to knead his cute round arse, letting my
fingers brush his hole.  This seemed to drive him wilder.
He splayed his legs and I could feel he was now fully
erect.  I sucked on a finger and probed deeper, while he
gasped with pleasure. I knew what he needed and what I
wanted.

I rolled him over so that now I was on top and he was on
his back, and started to lick my way down his body.  I
flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue and tasted the
salty pre-cum that was now oozing freely from Sorn's
cock.  I took all of him in my mouth and sucked hard a
couple of times. He was bucking under me, but that wasn't
what I wanted. I let go of his cock and pulled his legs
apart, exposing his puckered purple hole.  This was my
target, and I went for it.  He let out a huge moan as my
tongue licked and probed. I was glued to him, and pushed
as hard as I could.  Sorn now held his legs at the knees
and stretched wide, opening his hole further in the
process. My tongue slipped in and now tasted a heady
oriental mix of Thai musk and orchid soap.  My mind span
and my cock ached.

I couldn't wait any longer and grabbed some lube from the
beside table, coating my dick and squeezing a large
dollop onto his hole, rubbing it in and probing his
inners with my finger.

"Oh Joe" he cried" fuck me now, fuck me, fuck me
pleeese."

I didn't need a second invite and eased my dick head
passed his sphincter.  He was groaning loudly and
grasping my shoulders tightly.  I pushed in steadily and
his head was now rolling from side to side, grunting and
groaning.  Finally I was in to the hilt and kissed him
hard on the lips.  I began to thrust harder and quicker,
and he clamped down on me each time I went up him.  His
legs were now wrapped round my back and he was pulling me
onto him.

I could see us reflected in the wardrobe mirror - my
white arse covered with fine hair thrusting into his cute
brown arse, legs and arms intertwined.  I could feel his
cock rubbing against my stomach as he bucked up and
within seconds I felt his hot cum spurt out while he
grimaced in agony and ecstasy. The sight of his beautiful
face, the smell of his cum, the clamp of his arse all
combined to send me over the top and I spurted into him.

We were both bathed in sweat and cum and musk and the bed
was a total mess.  But that was one great fuck.

We kissed hard again and showered together.  After drying
each other, we had another beer.  He readily accepted my
invitation to sleep over and we kissed and cuddled for
ages before finally dropping off.

Next morning he had gone, but he left a Thai breakfast
tray and a note with his mobile number and the suggestion
we have another beer round soon.  I stayed another five
days in Bangkok, managed to have at least three more
rounds with Sorn, and to get to know his arse almost as
well as his face.  Whenever I think of Bangkok, I think
of Sorn, and can't wait to go back for more of both.

After Bangkok I went on to Patong, on Phuket Island,
where the guys are just as beautiful.  But I'll save that
adventure for the next episode.