From: pfs@dircon.co.uk (Patrick Shearcroft)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: The biter bit... (gay oriental)
Date: Thu, 23 May 1996 12:14:27 +0100
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It was early evening when I strolled into the Bangkok bar.  I knew quite a
few of the guys who were sitting around in the low armchairs, and I nodded
with a smile to several of them.

I went over to the bar, ordered myself an orange juice and settled onto a
stool.  After a few minutes, a young Thai came over, ordered himself a
Coke and sat on the stool next to mine.  He nodded towards me and smiled.

I glanced down his form.  Well-dressed, I noted, which was unusual in this
particular bar.  He appeared to be nicely muscled as well, although
fortunately not the body builder type that we would be seeing later in the
floor show.  Taller than average as well, a clear complexion, good-looking
without being overly cute.  Probably in his early to mid twenties.

"I haven't seen you here before," he said.  "I haven't seen you either," I
replied.

We looked at each other, liked what we saw, and settled down to drink and
to chat companionably about this and that.  We asked each other about
jobs, where we were living, the existence or not of girlfriends, the
places where we usually hung out in Bangkok, and so on.  Any of you who've
been in these situations will recognise the type of conversation.

He asked me what I was planning to do for the rest of the evening. I said
that I had no plans.  He asked me if I'd like to join him at a private
party.

"You'll be the only farang, but my countrymen are very welcoming, as I'm
sure you have already found out," he reassured me.

Half-an-hour later, we arrived at a smart condominium.  My companion told
me that it belonged to his father but that his parent never used the
place, allowing his son to have a comfortable base in the big city.

And, indeed, it was comfortable.  The apartment occupied the whole top
floor, with stunning views across Bangkok.  It was tastefully furnished
with traditional Thai furniture and hangings.  A manservant opened the
door and welcomed us inside.  In the living room, half a dozen other Thais
stood or sat, engaged in animated conversation.  They looked up as we
walked in, and one of them spoke in Thai to my companion and host.  I
understood the Thai word for "success" and wondered what he meant.  I was
soon to find out.

Drinks were served, although no-one drank any alcohol.  I asked for a
whisky and water, and took the seat that was offered to me.  Food
appeared, and we ate, with parallel Thai and English conversations going
on.  A bottle of wine appeared.  I was the only one to drink it, and I
found that my glass was being constantly refilled by the manservant.

The dishes were cleared, and we continued to talk.  Music was playing
softly in the background.  I started to feel somewhat sleepy, and the
warmth, soft music and background of conversation had a soporific effect
on me.  I must have dozed off.

I woke later to find that I had been moved to another while I slept.  The
lights were low, soft music still played, and normally I would I have
good.

My host was standing close by, and the others were also in the room,
standing looking at me.

What was different was that I was now naked on a bed, with my hands tied
to the bedpost.  I struggled to free myself, only to find that the strong
cord just tightened against my wrists.  My host moved and loosened the
cords.

"I'll do that just once more, so try not to move your hands and arms. 
Otherwise, you are going to have sore wrists in the morning," he murmured
to me.

"What's all this about?" I asked, my voice betraying my worry and, I
suppose, a certain measure of fear.

"Don't worry!  You are going to experience another side of Bangkok, and
this will be a night that you'll never forget," was the enigmatic reply.

One of the visitors stripped off and moved over to me.  He proceeded to
excite me, in the most professional way, except that here he really
appeared to be really enjoying himself.  Lips, tongue, fingers were
everywhere, and soon, I was forgetting my somewhat precarious situation. 
The young men moved on top of me, and I felt his butt hole move down onto
my cock which slipped easily inside him.  The guy's face was transfixed,
but then was so was mine, as he moved up and down on me, fucking himself.

The other guys came closer, watching the effects on the two of us.

My eyes were closed, and when I opened them, I realised that they were all
now as naked as we were.  My cock was hard, long and thick inside the
Thai, and just as I was thinking of finishing, the young man lifted
himself off me and moved behind the other guys.

One of them moved towards me, and lifted my legs.

"I don't do that," I snapped.

"Yes, you do.  And even if you don't want to, you are going to do that,"
came the reply from the host.  "You don't really have much choice in any
case."  Which of course was true.

The Thai moved towards my face and told me to take his cock in my mouth. 
Expecting the usual delightful small morsel, I took his cock into my mouth
only to find that it swelled into something unexpectedly large and thick. 
He moved back and raised my legs.

"You can't, it's too big," I whispered.

He did with one savage thrust, it was much too big for me the virgin, and
a cry escaped from me.  It hurt like hell.  Here I was, 36 years old,
losing my cherry in front of a bunch of randy Thais.  I felt humiliated,
and I lost my erection.

The Thai fucked me savagely for some time, and little by little I found
myself feeling less pain and growing more excited, as the situation came
home to me.  I had no choice, so I'd best get on with it.  Hopefully he'd
finish soon, and I could go back to my hotel.

Suddenly, the Thai's back arched and I felt his jism gushing into me.  He
withdrew, and the first Thai moved back to me, stroking, cuddling and
kissing me, before moving back on top of me and impaling himself on my
dick.  I felt so hot, and his tight hole was really exciting, its
back-and-forth action almost seeming to want to milk me.  Just before I
came, he moved off me skillfully, and another Thai moved towards me, for
what transpired to be a re-run of the earlier session.  After
mouth-fucking me, he moved down the bed and penetrated me with vigour.  It
hurt a little less this time, because he took his time and his cock was
not as big as the other one.

I didn't lose my erection this time, and I was surprised that this was the
case.  Surely, I couldn't really be liking this, and yet I was.  I looked
around me, and saw each Thai was looking at me intensely.  Each of them
had a hard-on, but I was mainly struck by the monstruous cock that jutted
out hard, thick and mushroom-headed from our host.

He caught my look, and said to me, "I'll be the last one, so let the
others open you up properly.  Don't fight it, because you are to be our
guest for a few more hours yet."

Another Thai back arched, a small cry broke from his lips, and I felt his
orgasm breaking forth and filling my guts.  I wondered just how much more
of this I could take.  I was getting a bit sore, and these guys were all
pretty young and fit.

The "programme" was repeated five more times, with the passive one coming
on top of me to keep my attention occupied and my passion aroused, as the
next one made ready to fuck me.  As he'd promised, our host was last.  His
cock was truly enormous and killed some of my illusions about Asian men! 
But he was tender and caring with me, and he took his time with
vigourously fucking me, the whole length of his enormous weapon repeatedly
invading my intimate depths and then withdrawing until just the mushroom
head remained trapped inside by my powerful sphincter.  He was nearing his
orgasm, when he invited the first guy to come back on top of me.  As this
one settle don to me, I experienced for the first time what it is to have
one's cock buried deep inside a tight quivering hole whilst another cock
is furiously pounding one's own tight hole.

Skillfully, the two Thais came almost at the same time, and the combined
effect of that mushroom head swelling rhythmically inside me in unison
with the tight hole around my own cock drew my own orgasm from me.  My
love juice went everywhere as the combined effects of the hour or more's
hard sex finally spent itself.

My host withdrew and lay down beside me.  "You have a choice now.  We can
untie you, and you can start to play a more active role in what will
follow, or you remain tied up and we shall carry on until we've had
enough.  You must give your word to stay until we decide that we have
finished.  If you try to escape, there are seven of us to tie you up
again."

I'd never been in anything like this situation and I accepted to be untied
and not to leave.  What happened thereafter left me completely exhausted. 
There were several rooms, each with a bed, and I had the choice of moving
around, settling wherever I wanted.  My hole belonged to the one who chose
me for that particular bout, and some of the guys let me fuck them as
well.

I was in a particularly tender bout with the first guy, my cock deep
inside him, our lips together, when I felt a sizeable dick enter me and
take its pleasure of me.  Each time that that happened, my pleasure was
doubled, since all three of us managed more or less to come at the same
time.

As the night wore on, the Thai guys started to leave one by one or in
pairs, until only the host and I were left.  We hadn't touched each other
since I had been untied, and I was curious as to why he hadn't come to me
again.

"Well done!" he said.  "We usually have much more problems with you
farangs.  Some of them threaten us with the police or their ambassadors. 
They don't understand.  Our fathers are powerful men here, and for once,
they don't have a passive little guy who is willing to obey their orders
for a few baht.  For us, it's a real turn-on, having a farang at our
mercy.  You have been one of the best, because we hadn't realised that you
were a virgin.  The first guy who fucked you couldn't believe his good
luck."

All this was said dispassionately, and I suddenly realised how the young
Thais in the bars must sometimes feel.  I'd been lucky, these had been
young attractive males, but I'd had no choice, and it could have been much
worse.

He added, "Anyway, it's my turn again, but you don't have to if you've had
enough."

"You said that you would decide when it was finished.  I'll keep my word,"
I replied, as that mushroom head twitched in agreement.

This time, no-one was watching us, I could hold him, feel his strong young
body, as he took me, filled me, and ploughed my arse.  For once in my
life, I felt almost feminine, and I started talking to him, urging him on,
telling him to slow down or go faster, to let me feel his great dickhead
slide in and out, past my sore and tortured sphincter.

His lips bore down on mine, as he skillfully massaged my own cock, and
once again we came together, each jet of love juice being accompanied by a
powerful thrust of his tool.

We slept until the manservant awoke us, a smile on his face, with
breakfast.  We spent the rest of the day, making love, talking and
sleeping, until in the early evening he dropped me at the bar where had
first met.

"I don't expect that we shall meet again," he said to me gently, "but it's
been a memorable day for all of us."  Some of the others had telephoned
during the afternoon, to congratulate the host on his choice of "victim". 
I gave him by private visiting card and told him that he, or any of the
others, could get in touch if one of them was ever in my home town.

"I'll remember this for a long time," I smilingly replied.

-- 
Patrick