I was teaching English as a Second Language at an International School in Chiang Mai at the time.

Oh me, I'm Wolf, and Chiang Mai is a city in North Thailand. My mother decided to burden me with a 'classic German name', Wolfram, so I go by Wolf.

It's not a bad existence; teach English, help coach basketball, and enjoy the laid-back Thai attitude to alternative life styles. For fitness, the city offers gyms ranging from a slum shop house with weights made from concrete cast in coffee cans to the gleaming 'spas' in four-star hotels. These just gleam, as no one serious about fitness would work out there. I belong to a chain membership gym, which just happens to be located in a four-star hotel. The equipment and free weights are adequate and it's well located.

Any visitor to this tourist Mecca who is serious about lifting seems to find out about my membership gym by some arcane sub rosa information system and secures visitor privileges here rather than use the inferior facilities at their hotels. That had to be how this guy came to the gym. I was doing seated lat rows at the pulley weight machine when he walked in and nearly dropped the grip at the sight of him.

I was reading an historical novel about ancient Rome, and this guy looked like my mental image of a grizzled veteran Centurion. Not young, maybe mid-40's, but he had a positive aura of command. He stood in the entrance to the workout floor taking in the scene before moving to whatever his order of workout was, and I was taking him in. His still thick head of hair, mixed gray and a singular russet color like fox fur, was cut in a long buzz cut combed forward, culminating in a widow's peak over a high forehead. True to the image, his nose was aquiline and arched like off a Roman portrait bust. He had a strong chin and high, pronounced cheekbones defining a weathered but still-handsome face. His most compelling feature was a pair of keen blue eyes that seemed to drill through me as he swept the floor for the last time before moving to warm up on the stairstep machine.

His gym kit consisted of a simple tight white tee-shirt and a pair of gym shorts the Thai would consider unseemly for their tightness and briefness. These outlined a body that in its mature fitness made the man look like a cougar as he moved. He was tall, over six feet, with incredibly broad shoulders and a full, well-defined chest. His legs were like trees, well shaped and muscular, and, unusual in my surreptitious observation of lifters, he had fine, well-shaped calves. As he mounted the step machine, the arc lighting illuminated the reddish unshaven stubble on his strong face, grizzled curls that escaped his shirt collar front and back, and the curling thick fleece that coated his legs down to his athletic socks.

I gulped and resumed my lat rows, giving a furtive glance to see if my hardon was obvious. I was glad my jockstrap reined it in. There was nothing more I could do but admire him, trying not to be too obvious. We passed around each other, moving from station to station as our workouts progressed. I couldn't believe the amount or iron he piled on for bench presses, and did manage to ask if he wanted me to spot him. He gave me a dazzling smile, showing fine even teeth, but waved me off with a nod of his head and easily worked the staggering weight.

I had started my workout well before the fellow came in, and had finished while he was still doing varied upper body work. I went to the locker room for a stint in the sauna, a leisurely shower, and finally got dressed.

As I turned in my towels, I stopped to chat with the Thai trainers. I speak fluent Thai and they were nice guys. I was giving Nat encouragement about the bodybuilder contest he planned to enter for one of the major upcoming Thai festivals when my centurion passed the front desk, heading for the locker room. He stopped and gave me an unnervingly long glance as I talked to Nat, before entering locker room.

October is the beginning of the Thai 'cold season', which simply means the temperature is not intolerably hot. The weather was so fine I treated myself to a hotel-priced coke from the poolside bar and sat at a shaded table to have a read at my historical novel, which I had tucked in my backpack. I was enjoying the sunshine and the doings in the court of Claudius when a shadow was cast over my book.

"Excuse me," said a gravelly voice.

I looked up, startled, and saw it was my centurion.

"I couldn't help noticing you seem to speak good Thai," he continued, "are you a local like?"

"I-I teach at a local International School and have lived here about a year, if that's what you mean," I managed to reply.

The fellow nodded at an empty chair, "mind if I sit down?"

"N-no, go ahead." I don't usually stammer but the centurion had that effect.

He sat down in a fluid movement and fixed me with the second of his brilliant smiles. "Name's Rufus, ah," he glanced at the cover of my novel, "like Latin for 'red', but my friends call me Fox." He fingered one of his remaining locks of reddish hair as if by way of explanation.

"I'm Wolf."

"You don't mean it."

"Wolfram Mutsvoll at your service, shortened to Wolf."

"Damn, vulpine and lupine at the same table."

As an English teacher, I smiled at his obviously good vocabulary. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm obviously a garden variety tourist, but wherever I travel I like to try the local cuisine. The stuff in these hotel restaurants is obviously not that, but I wouldn't know where to go for the real stuff. Do you have any suggestions?"

I thought a bit. "The best places are out towards the town of Sankhampaeng, but that's pretty far. There's a restaurant not far from here that does a good job with local stuff. Where are you staying?"

"The hotel behind that huge mall next door. Listen, even if I went to this place I wouldn't know what to order. What say you join me for dinner and do the ordering? It's on me?"

I gulped audibly, "I-I'd be pleased. I can take you there if you don't mind riding pillion on a 100 cc. cycle."

"Fine with me, Listen, we'll never find each other in that mess of a mall. Why don't you pick me up in front of the Orchid here, say 7:00?"

"F-fine," I managed.

His brilliant teeth gleamed in his weathered, tanned face once again, and he stood up and left with a brief, "see you then."

I finished my coke and putted home to the Thai quasi-dorm room I laughingly called a 'studio apartment'. This consisted of a single minimally furnished room, with a balcony where I did rudimentary cooking to save money, and a Thai bathroom. This had an Asian squat toilet, a cold water sink, a large bath jar, and a shower on which I had installed an electric flow water heater as my one surrender to 'luxury'. Water drained into a floor drain. This was convenient, but it meant if I bathed, the bathroom floor was wet for hours.

Close to the appointed hour I pulled on jeans and one of my better polo shirts and set off to pick up Fox. I pulled up to the entrance of the Orchid hotel as appointed. Fox was waiting and descended the steps to mount the passenger seat behind me. I was glad I'd just filled the tires as the machine groaned when he added his muscular weight to mine. As I pulled out, Fox grasped my waist familiarly with his large hands. I wondered if the hot flush on my face showed on my blond neck.

I took Fox to Ta-Krite, a pleasant restaurant close to the hotel. It had a nice garden and was built of teak in the likeness of a Northern Thai traditional house. We sat at a good table on the broad open-air terrace. Northern Thai daily rice is glutinous rice, which is steamed and adheres in a viscous mass. Fox obviously enjoyed the custom of rolling balls of the sticky stuff between his hands and dipping it in the 'chile' sauces I had ordered, or eating it with local sausage. He especially seemed to like kai haw bai thoey, pieces of spicy cooked chicken which is then wrapped in pyramids of pandanus leaf and fried again. We washed it all down with Thai Mekhong whiskey liberally diluted with soda, as was traditional.

"Damn Wolf, that was good". He leaned back in his chair, surveyed the empty plates on the table and patted his belly.

"Glad you liked it." Dinner talk had been general, my teaching, he as retired military and now an industrial security consultant. It was still early and I was at a loss at what to suggest for further amusement.

Fox leaned across the table conspiratorially, "this Thai whiskey is good and all, but would a well-connected young man like you know where a guy could get, ah, some herbal relaxation?"

I froze. Marijuana, or ganja, as it was called in Thai, was as illegal as it was in the United States. It was especially dangerous to obtain it in the city as the dealer might as likely be in collusion with the police. Buy the ganja, the dealer disappears and the cops swoop in, arrest, they give the ganja back to the dealer to resell, and later gave him a small share of the bribe they extorted from you to avoid the court system and a stay in the foul city prison. I got mine at a town on the Burmese border, where I had to go regularly for visa renewal trips.

Fox seemed perplexed at my sudden quiet. "Ah, it's not really safe to get any here in the city. I've got a bit at my place, but not enough to share really. We could go there and smoke some and I could get you a taxi back to the hotel. I don't drive the cycle after I've had some."

Fox brightened. "Splendid idea." He performed the Thai shorthand gesture to request the bill across distances. The waiter brought it, and after a quick perusal Fox threw down some hundred baht bills and stood up. "Let's go."

My haw phak or rooming house was on the main road of the city. I parked and we began to climb the two flights of stairs to my room. I looked back at Fox over my shoulder. "I hope you don't mind, my place is pretty basic."

"Damn, Wolf, after twenty years in the army basic is just fine."

I unlocked the door and gestured for Fox to enter first. He almost ran into the back of the large wardrobe I'd maneuvered in front of the door, so it created a small entry before you got into the room proper. "What's this?"

"I just fixed it that way for a bit of privacy. Don't want visitors knocking on the door to see all of life in one view."

"Wise," he said sidling past the wardrobe into the room. I followed.

Fox looked around in confusion, seeming to wonder where to alight. The furnishings in my room consisted of a very large bed in a solid wooden frame and headboard with numerous storage compartments, the aforementioned wardrobe, and a small student desk with a very uncomfortable straight chair.

"Just flop on the bed, there's no place else to make yourself comfortable." Fox had removed his shoes at the door in good Asian fashion, after noting me doing so and my limited selection of shoes lined up next to it. He made himself comfortable as I went to the other side of the bed and retrieved a couple of numbers from the headboard compartment, along with matches and an ashtray. I removed the tobacco from Thai cigarettes and repacked it about 50-50 tobacco and ganja to have them ready for any occasion.

I lit up, took a quick hit, and passed it to Fox. He took a more generous hit and conspicuously held in the smoke as he passed the number back to me. Finally exhaling, he sighed, "Damn Wolf, that's good stuff, I can feel it already."

We passed the cigarette, smoking in companionable silence, as the good ganja I'd obtained at the border worked its way.

As I stubbed out what little was left, Fox shifted closer across the bed, his blue eyes positively glittering. "I swear, good stuff like that, ah, what's that literary phrase? Oh yeah, inflames my passions. What about you?"

His virile proximity was both disturbing and attractive. I hedged, "I'm not sure what you mean."

Fox edged a bit closer and jerked up the front of his shirt, revealing his firm rippled belly. It was covered with the dense, tightly coiled reddish-brown pelt I assumed covered much of the rest of him. He grabbed my hand and applied it to his hairy gut, "is this what turned you on? Don't think an old fox like me doesn't notice when he's getting purved, like you did in the gym."

His body hair was remarkably coarse and wiry. As he moved my hand upward towards his chest, it felt like petting a sparsely furred terrier. "Y-yes", I managed to get out, "hair and redheads, a turnon."

He moved closer to me, looking positively feral. "That makes me a potent combination, doesn't it?" I felt like a fly in a spider web, ready to be devoured.

No volition was required on my part. Fox quickly unbuttoned his sports shirt and stripped if off, revealing his beautifully muscled chest. His upper chest was even more hirsute with the burnished russet hair, except for a vee of hair gone gray below his neck, and the gray continued mixed in the hair on his shoulders and below I assumed. He tugged impatiently at the tail of my polo shirt. As I jerked it out of the waistband of my jeans, I noted his own jeans were rather loose on his narrow waist. It was obvious he wore no underwear as a tuft of red-orange pubic hair showed above the low-riding waistband of his jeans. I hurried to remove my shirt and discard it.

His strong arms pulled me close enough that his wiry chest pelt abraded my own resolutely smooth upper body in numerous indecent places. He relaxed and pulled away slightly. "Such a contrast, furry maturity," he ran a hand down his hairy chest, "and the blond sleekness of youth." His finger meandered down my chest, tickling my nipples which immediately became erect, and bumping over my carefully developed abs, to end up with his hand cupping my crotch.

Suddenly he pulled me close again and murmured in my ear, "hirsute, tomentose, hispid, tomentous, that's what turns you on, doesn't it Wolfie?"

Through waves of lust I vaguely registered scientific synonyms for hairy and also remembered I hated to be called Wolfie. Under the circumstances, it didn't matter.

Fox then grasped the back of my head and began to deftly and lasciviously kiss me. Between the sandpaper sensation of his stubble against my chin and face and the expert workings of his mouth and tongue, I was melting. Our hands began to explore each others' bodies. His worked their way into the waistband of my jeans to play with my buttocks, and I contented myself with fluffing the hair on his shoulders and upper back as we wrestled face to face.

At length he pulled away and flopped onto his back. "Undo my jeans, boy, I feel an intense need to get naked."

He wore Levi's 501's. I knelt next to him and fumbled with the fly buttons, panting slightly. When I had at last undone the lowest button, Fox levered his lower body up from the bed so I could pull his jeans down to his knees, and then off his legs. Having done so, I turned back to encounter the splendor of his male equipment.

It sprouted out of a long, thick fall of fox colored pubic hair. His cock was thick, heavily veined, and uncut. Despite the fact he was nearly three-quarters erect, the foreskin still mostly hooded the thick mushroom-shaped head. It was also obvious that regardless of where you held the ruler he was enormous. It half flopped between his hairy thighs, looking potent and slightly threatening. Fox grasped his cock, lifted it, and looked at me meaningfully.

I bent over Fox's crotch and took his cock in my mouth. When I used my lips to caress his foreskin against the swollen glans, he shuddered and his hips bucked. His phallus also went completely completely hard, swelling the head even more. I played some tongue games with his foreskin and then set to suck his cock in earnest.

Fox groaned, seeming to enjoy my attentions but then grasped my head and lifted me away. His fully erect cock swayed with the pulsing of blood in his erectile tissue, looking like an animated billy club. "I'm taking advantage of you, Wolf, get out of those jeans and let's make this mutual."

I scrambled off the bed just long enough to discard my jeans, and almost dove back on to arrange myself in a sixty-nine position with Fox. As he applied his mouth to my own cock I discovered he was as expert in giving head as he was as kissing. I could almost not concentrate on pleasuring his own organ as his adroit maneuvers with lips, throat and tongue nearly had me exploding. I discovered he was able to deep throat my smaller if not insignificant prick and do obscene things at the base while the rest resided down his gullet. Restraint was also in his repertoire, so he didn't cause things to cum to an untimely finish.

I found it erotic to run my fingers like a comb through the thick hair on his chest and belly as I sucked him. Fox's own hand crept over my waist and past my buttock. I tensed slightly when one of his callused thick fingers breached my ass, caressing my rearward muscles and then insinuating itself all the way in as he began to work me. I groaned with pleasure and managed to halfway hum around his cock as I sucked it, "oh yes." I stiffened in earnest, however, when he added a second finger and half of a third to join the first.

"Relax, Wolf, I've more than two fingers' worth to put back there and I want you to enjoy it."

I willed myself to relax, and Fox redoubled his adroit oral efforts on my cock as he massaged my rear. I eased into the triple digit invasion of my ass and began to take pleasure from it. Finally, Fox lifted his head from my cock and said, "let's fuck, kid, you've got my engines revved just fine. You have any lube?"

I reversed position on the bed, reached into a compartment in the headboard, and handed him a tube of gel. He turned me on my side and applied a liberal amount to my asshole and just inside. I glanced over my shoulder when he withdrew his finger, and saw he was now thoroughly anointing his intimidatingly erect cock. He clicked the cap shut and put it on the headboard.

"Move closer to me, Wolf, yeah, like that. Now lift your right leg in the air and bend a bit at the waist-that's good." I did as he asked, and his strong hand supported my lifted leg. He half moved on the bed and half pulled me to him at the same time. "Mm, right on target."

I did my best to relax and keep my muscles loose, but when he guided the bulging head of his cock past my outer defenses, stretching my ring to the limit, I tensed and the pain was terrific. "You're splitting me in half, Fox, go easy!"

Fox removed his hand from my leg and said, "hold that leg in the air yourself." I did so and suddenly felt his strong hands grasp my shoulders and begin to expertly massage them. "That's good, Wolf, relax."

His ministrations caused me to do just that. Despite the easing off of my tension as he kneaded my shoulders, I became acutely aware he had hunched forward and was easing more and more of his enormous cock into my ass. His invading prick found the right places and I suddenly relaxed totally as waves of pleasure overtook me. I was vaguely aware of his pubic hair tickling my smooth buttocks, signaling he was full in.

I groaned, "fuck me Fox."

He thrust tentatively and said over my shoulder, "to paraphrase Chaucer, Wolfie, fuck I would and fuck I will tonight. He began to thrust more vigorously, causing me to grunt. "Damn kid, you're tight. Not much use back here?"

I managed to get out in rhythm with his driving cock, "just came out when I got over here. Not much experience, and none like this, unhhh."

We had conjoined on the edge of my broad bed with Fox on the outside. He thrust full in, paused, and urged my lifted leg down with his hand. "Roll Wolf, I want to get on top."

We turned together and I ended up prone in the middle of the bed with Fox sprawled over me, supported on his elbows and knees and with his cock still firmly imbedded in my backside. He slid up and down my body vertically, causing his hairy body to chafe mine pleasurably.

Suddenly he began to thrust in vigorously, fucking me deeper than I'd ever had before. I don't know how long he fucked me, alternating between long slow withdrawals and gradual thrusts home and pressing in full and simply jolting my body with each powerful pelvic push. I just groaned and enjoyed it.

Finally Fox half-slumped over me. "God kid, I haven't fucked this good in ages, but I'm knackered. Time for you to do some of the work."

With that, he grasped my right side and began to roll us over again. He pushed on my upper body as we turned and I ended awkwardly upright on my knees, astride his hips and his resolutely erect cock with my back to his face. Still surprised at the change, I started to post on his cock as if I was riding in an English saddle, finding the feeling of being in control of what was happening exhilarating. When I lowered myself to take him full in, he grasped my waist.

"Turn around Wolf, I like to watch the face of the guy I'm fucking, or technically who's fucking me in this situation."

Even more awkwardly, I turned like a rotisserie on Fox's spit until I ended up again astride his hips and cock, but facing him. He smiled, "fuck me you good looking blond, I can't hold on much longer."

I needed no urging. The sight of his muscular hirsute expanse was inestimably sexy. I leaned slightly forward to caress him as I worked my ass over his cock increasingly quickly.

Fox groaned and threw one hand over his face, "oh yes, kid, like that, yes, unhh!"

Suddenly he reached forward and began to jerk my own erect cock in rhythm with my action on his. The feeling of being invaded on the one hand and worked by a knowing hand on the other had my head spinning.

Fox groaned through clenched teeth, "you foxy Wolf I'm cumming but good. Aaaah!"

Ever the clever Wolf, I reached behind and pressed one finger under the base of Fox's cock as he spurted, causing him to shudder and redouble his moans. Despite the obvious intensity of his pleasure, Fox never let up in stroking my cock and suddenly my own floodgates burst. I shuddered and slumped onto my knees over Fox's spent cock as my own semen erupted onto his hairy belly and chest.

When I was drained we both relaxed. Fox was smiling, "Damn Wolf, that was a tumultuous fuck." He looked down at this liberally spattered chest, "ah the resources of youth, what a cummer you are." He fingered a drop in his chest hair and put it to his tongue. "Tastes like fish but I like it." He laughed. "Off, off boy, I've gone soft already."

I dismounted. He raised himself on one elbow, "you have an extra bath towel? I'd like to clean up, I think."

I slid off the bed and went to the wardrobe to extract my one extra towel. "Not only that but I can offer you the ultimate luxury for one who lives like I do, hot water."

We showered together, physical desire spent but still appreciating each other's body. Fox seemed to luxuriate as I soaped his broad, hairy back. I almost went hard again when he grabbed my back to his soapy, hirsute chest and rubbed up and down laughing, "organic bath brush."

Finally clean and dry, we went back to the room. When Fox reached for his jeans I said, "why don't you sleep here tonight, maybe we can find our way to round two."

Fox had one leg in his jeans, "you don't mind?"

"Mind, stud?" I pushed him onto the bed and pulled his jeans off, "I've never been fucked like that."

With that I turned out the light, joined him on the bed, and pulled the quilt over both of us.

I don't know how long we slept, but I was awakened by urgent knocking on the door. I could think of no one who would come to my door so late. I got out of bed, wrapped a dishtowel like cloth called a pakamah around my waist like an ad hoc sarong and stumbled to the door.

Upon opening it, I was flabbergasted to see Daeng.

Daeng was one of the BMW class of Thai male hustlers we younger guys in the community called keptboys. They were handsome, sleek, and had legendary prowess in bed. They attached themselves to the much older retired guys in the community whose retirement income stretched much further in Thailand. For clothes, gifts of gold jewelry, and liberal amounts of pocket money they paid exclusive attendance on their keeper for as long as the arrangement lasted. Daeng had been keeping company with a flamboyant retired floral designer named Maurice, who threatened to claw your eyes you if you looked sideways at Daeng. I was at a loss to figure out why Daeng was on my doorstep at 1AM, much less how he knew where I lived.

"Daeng, what,…" I tried to speak Thai to him but he barged ahead in what I called barboy English.

"Oh, Mr. Wolf, Mr. Maurice he so drunk, call me chaw chiu, hit me, push me out door and lock it. Let Daeng stay, nowhere to go!"

The Thai could be politely translated as 'terminal flirt' "Daeng, calm down, Maurice threw you out permanently?" I repeated the Thai word, thaworn.

Daeng calmed visibly, which made me wonder how upset he really was. "Oh no, tomorrow, he sober, sorry. But now door locked and Mr. Maurice he not answer."

I figured I could throw the quilt on the floor for Daeng and use my light summer blanket for Fox and myself. "Ok, Daeng you can stay, but on the floor, I've got someone with me."

Daeng seemed to not register what I said, but suddenly noted I was nearly naked.

"Mr. Wolf jai dee man, good heart." He took a step forward and familiarly put his hand on my belly, "and young, handsome, yes". His hand found it's way down and disappeared into the folds of my wrapped pakamah. He caressed my cock and balls knowingly and despite previous depletions, I found myself responding, quickly.

I pushed him ahead of me, around the wardrobe and into the now lit room. Fox was sitting up in the bed looking confused. "What's this Wolf? Where'd you find a good looking Thai boy at this time of night?"

I started to say it was too long a story when Daeng's eyes widened at the sight of Fox. He quickly sat on the end of the bed in a cinematically provocative pose. "Oh Mr. Wolf, you friend handsome, strong, so, he bear, yes?"

"Yes Daeng, his name is Fox."

Thais cannot commonly pronounce a final X. "Oh Mr. Fock you so bear, Daeng never."

Fox seemed to easily adapt to the situation with an interest to changing Daeng's never to ever. He raised his legs with bent knees, causing the quilt to fall to his ankles.

At the sight of Fox's naked entire, Daeng reacted by rapidly divesting himself of the few clothes he'd been wearing when Maurice threw him out, scrambled onto the bed, and without prelude began to eagerly suck Fox's cock.

The situation was too absurd and I didn't wish to be left out. I threw off my pakamah, and joined them on the bed, half-sitting against the headboard like Fox. Daeng immediately started a juggling act, sucking us each for a bit in turn. If I had thought Fox expert in blowjobs, Daeng had a Ph.d. While Daeng was busy on me, Fox half-whispered, "this boy's bj magic, who fucks him first?"

Before I could answer, Daeng seemed to tire of alternating. He urged us both onto our sides, facing each other, with our rampantly erect cocks touching. He then proceeded to pleasure us both simultaneously. I was so turned on my hips were jerking.

Fox took opportunity to probe Daeng's brown ass with his fingers, as he had mine. "This boy's better used than you ever have been, let's double-dick him."

I looked at Fox blankly.

"We both fuck him at the same time, it's incredible as long the bottom's ass can take it."

Fox pulled away from Daeng and quickly applied lube to his cock. He lifted Daeng bodily and set him astride his pelvis. As if it were perfectly natural, Daeng lifted himself high on his knees, guided Fox's cockhead into his ass, and lowered himself easily downwards, as if taking a cock the size of Fox's was everyday stuff.

As he began to fuck Fox, Fox groaned, "get your prick in here, the boy's working me with his muscles and I'll cum in a minute. Straddle me behind the boy, push him down over my chest, and ease it in."

I lubed my cock and awkwardly arranged myself with my knees outside of Daeng's. I pushed the boy's torso down over Fox. The idea I should get my prick in where Fox's was already stretching Daeng's ass prodigiously was weird, but I guided my cockhead in against the underside of Fox's prick and used my pelvis to push it in by increments.

As I entered Daeng, Fox threw his arms out on the bed. "Oh, Wolfie, this is perverted, but good perverted!"

When I was fully in, Fox raised himself on his elbows, "Let's fuck."

Fox began to thrust vigorously upwards, and I matched his rhythm thrusting in doggie style. The feeling of the tightness of Daeng's doubly occupied ass and the friction of our two cocks together was surreally erotic. The entire feelings of my groin were centered in my plunging penis.

I knew I couldn't hold back, "God Fox I'm gonna cum."

"Me too, kid."

My penis erupted with my second orgasm, and I felt Fox's cock swell against mine. His hot semen ran down against my cock, increasing the voluptuousness of the occasion.

When I was spent, I gingerly eased my cock out first. Daeng knelt upright and disengaged from fox's softening member. He said nothing but gave us a brilliant smile and padded into the bathroom.

"Fan-fucking-tastic, Fox said.

"Or fantastic fucking," I added.

The sound of the shower stopped and a little while later Daeng emerged still half wet. My bath towels were still damp. Fox and I cleaned ourselves up with none of the playfulness of our first joint shower. We were spent in more ways than one. We settled ourselves in the bed with Daeng a place marker between us, and I wondered what chapter three might bring.