Yeah, hi, me Wolf again. I guess you're used to it, the guy that teaches English as a Second Language in that city in North Thailand, Chiang Mai. Yeah.

Ok, so there I was. Visas. The Thai laws are either crazy or inconvenient. The standard period for a tourist visa obtained out of country, a non-immigrant visa obtained most anywhere, etc. is three months. Teaching at the International School, I had a rarity, a sanctioned yearly renewable visa. But it was defined as a multiple-entry visa; I could come into the country at least three times in one year. But, to do so I had to go out of the country. The law was unavoidable, every three months, even on my visa, you had to go somewhere, step across the border out of Thailand and be stamped out. And then you had to step back in and be stamped in.

This practice got expensive. For teachers in Bangkok it was awful. They had to travel all the way to the Malay border to do their border stepping, or come up as far north as I was and then go where I had to go. The province to the North of Chiang Mai was called Chiang Rai, in the far North of that province was a town, Mae Sae, which was a border crossing into Burma. The Thais had arrived at an agreement with the Burmese that for five dollars one could get a day-tripper's visa in the opposite Burmese town, Tachilek and environs. This provided the easiest and cheapest way for visa holders to go border stepping. About ten dollars got you an AC bus from Chiang Mai to Chiang Rai. A minimal fare got you a less comfortable bus from there to this town of Mae Sae, get your five-dollar visa to Burma and border step.

It was tedious, as Mae Sae was a nowhere place and a tourist trap. Nothing to do but look at second rate arts and crafts, no good restaurants, and so on. Ok, Mae Sae is where I bought my ganja, devil weed, marijuana. I've written of that. So three-monthly trips up there weren't totally wasted. I usually told the school I was border stepping on a Monday so I got a four-day weekend. They gave you two days' leave to do the border trip. I'd rent a cycle in Mae Sae and see some of the truly scenic places around it.

Mae Sae offered a range of accommodations from a semi-three-star hotel to guest house dives only the poorest tourists could stomach. I went lower middle-class, the King Cobra Guest House. Its rooms were truly basic, but clean, the bathroom had a water heater, and there was a fan. I am of the school that you should spend your money on good food and peripheral luxuries. Rooms are for sleeping in. The place was eccentric to beat the band, owned and run by an Australian and his Thai wife and daughters. The décor of the reception area and the restaurant; it would be generous to call it eclectic. The walls were covered with everything; maps, bad tourist paintings, stuffed animals, and yes, a tanned cobra skin so the name of the place. It was comfortable, friendly, conveniently located to the border crossing and other errand venues, and suited me.

What with travel time of the two bus rides, I had arrived in Mae Sae in the late afternoon. I decided on a nap, early dinner and then my ganja run. The last had to take place after dark. I had the requisite nap and went out to eat in the restaurant area. It was the height of the cold season tourist run and the place was crowded. I got the last free table. I ordered a plate of fried rice and beer and settled down. When eating out alone I always read, so I was nibbling fried rice and reading my novel when I heard, "excuse me, do you mind if I share your table?"

When I looked up, I almost dropped my fork and spoon, as the guy asking was one of the most remarkable males I'd ever encountered. In overt appearance he was not really remarkable, an all right looking guy in his mid-thirties, slightly balding but with a good mustache, dressed incongruously in jeans and a very fine oxford cloth long sleeved business shirt. More on that. He was not tall, maybe five-six, but his body was not big, it was massive, huge, phenomenal.

I managed to stammer, "sure, please sit down." He turned around to put a shoulder bag on the ground, and I saw why he wore a business shirt. His tailor had had to put in two pleats, or whatever tailors call them, cut into the lower part of the shirt to allow the fabric to flare out over the guy's enormous chest and shoulders. He turned around and sat down and smiled congenially. I was glad there was a table between us because I got an immediate hardon. His shirt was unbuttoned two buttons, and his chest hair did not curl or something, it rebounded out in profusion, obscuring any skin that was not shaved down to his neck. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his forearms were just as hairy, pelted down to his finger joints, obscuring the skin it was so thick.

He said, "my name's Mark, and you're…?

I came out of my reverie on hirsute muscle giants. "Oh, I'm Wolf, Wolf Mutsvoll." We shook hands.

Mark couldn't help but noticing I was staring. He laughed sort of deprecatingly, "yeah, I am a bit hairy I guess." He fingered a bit of his forearm hair. "Yeah, it's a bit much, but some like it. One girl in Patbong just started doing this," he continued fingering, "and couldn't stop. Went home with me free and fucked me silly."

I had to mentally slap my wrist from reaching over and fingering him myself. Hearing about girls in the sex capital of Bangkok kind of put a damper on things. He ordered what I had and we had a friendly, general conversation. He'd been a research security specialist with the army concerning Cambodia. I compared this with my anthropology/linguistics major and ESL teaching and we talked a while about Southeast Asia.

It turned out he was planning to try teaching ESL in Chiang Mai, so I gave him a bit of advice on private schools where he might get a beginning job and so it went. By this time we'd both almost finished our second large Singha beer and were both reasonably mellow.

Mark looked at me conspiratorially and said, "Wolf, you're a local here, do you know where I could get some marijuana?"

I almost choked on the last of my beer. I'd learned of my source from a fellow teacher and they were paranoid. I was paranoid, a drug bust would cause untold difficulties. But this guy was the first true muscle bear I'd ever encountered. I decided to be generous. "As it happens, I was going on a run just now, after dinner. You can come along, but listen, dealing in this stuff is paranoia city. You've got to be cool and do as I say, ok?"

Mark just smiled. "Sure, you're the guru. What do we do?"

I gestured for the bill. Mark generously paid mine and we just went. The guesthouse fronted on the small river tributary that divided Thailand from Burma. We began walking. I said, "it is crucial you look casual, like we're just out for an evening stroll." We walked a bit and I stopped, lit a cigarette, and leaned against a lamppost. I don't smoke cigarettes ordinarily, unless there's ganja mixed in, but I needed an excuse to stop on the street. I observed the house across the street from me closely.

"What're you looking at?" Mark half-whispered.

"That house," I pointed, "there's a signal system. If the window to the right of the door is lit, it means only Thais should approach for business. If the window to the left is lit, it means the cops are in the neighborhood and no one should approach. If the porch light comes on, even us farangs…" He looked confused. "Thai for foreigners, so if the porch light is on we can get stuff."

The house was dark, but in a bit the porch light came on. I threw away my unwanted cigarette We approached the door and I knocked the code knock, yes these guys were paranoid. We were ushered in, gave our order, paid up, put the stuff in our shoulder bags, and left. As we ambled back to the guesthouse Mark asked, "that was arcane, how'd you ever find out about this?

I just smiled, "we ESL teachers have our networks." We reached the guesthouse and picked up our keys.

I was heading for my room when Mark grabbed my arm. I almost melted at the touch. "Hey Wolf, I'd like to smoke some of this stuff. Do you know where we could, like, get papers or something?"

"I don't know where you could get papers at this hour. Come to my room, I'll show you how I do it. As long as you're not adverse to a bit of cigarette tobacco."

"Cigarettes are ok. I used to smoke them, quit." He gave me a little courtly bow. "Lead on, guru, and I shall follow. I just want to get stoned."

We walked down the short hall to my room. I unlocked the door and went in. The room was small and with someone of such a physically imposing aspect as Mark, it seemed smaller. I sat at the folding noodle shop table that served as a desk and gestured Mark to the bed. He watched fascinated as I took out a couple of cheap Thai cigarettes, a chopstick, and couple of sheets of paper. I opened the fresh baggie of ganja, got some out, and squeezed and cleaned it on one sheet paper until is was usable. I then squeezed almost all the tobacco out of the cigarettes, piled it on another piece of paper, and discarded some. I mixed the ganja with the remaining tobacco and proceeded to squeeze it back into the cigarette papers, tamping it periodically with the chop stick, which fit perfectly. A twist at the ends and I held up my finished product, "oila, filtered numbers."

Mark looked impressed. "You truly are the guru." Anticipating smoking my finished product, I had not turned on the fan. Mark was visibly sweating. "This heat," he said wiping his forehead, "I'm not used to it. Do you mind if I take off my shirt?"

A warm wash of lust ran down my skin. "No, go ahead. I think I might too."

Mark pulled the tails of his business shirt out of his jeans and unbuttoned it. When he shrugged it off, I almost fell out of my chair. He was magnificent. I had never seen broader shoulders on men a foot taller than he, and his chest was huge. I hated to think how many years of heavy weight work had gone into building that body. Hirsute, he was covered from throat to waistband of his jeans with the densest dark brown pelt I'd ever seen on a man. It obscured his skin with its thickness and continued around his sides and over his massive shoulders. He turned to lay his shirt aside and I saw that the hair at the base of the back of his neck was so thick it was genuinely like fur, and his back was nearly as hairy as his chest. He turned back and looked expectant.

I came to and lit a number, took a hit, and passed it to him. While he was taking his business with it, I removed my tee shirt. I had no idea what effect my slender, hairless blond torso might have on a straight muscle bear in excelcis, but I was willing to try.

We shared the number in companionable silence, just passing it back and forth. I had turned on the fan, but facing towards the window in hopes it would blow most of the telltale smoke outside. When I stubbed out the first number, we were both pleasantly stoned, or at least I was. I had no idea what someone with a body mass like Mark might need. I held up the second number and looked questioningly. Mark nodded and we shared that too.

I was at that point of being slothful and relaxed. Mark had not moved from the bed while we smoked, but suddenly he stood up in the middle of the small room and stretched luxuriantingly. The sight of all those huge muscles rippling under all that hair roused me quickly. Mark turned to me and his eyes were positively glittering. "Damn, dope that good makes me positively horny. Do you where we could find some girls here? For giving me this lead, I'll pay for yours."

Stoned makes honest, I guess. I said mournfully, "Mark, I'm gay. I wouldn't know where to get girls here. And at this hour, I wouldn't know who to ask."

He simply looked rueful. "That's ok, Wolf. Thanks for being honest. It doesn't bother me, I had buddies in the army that were gay. But it's inconvenient, I am horny."

The resourcefulness of the very stoned. "Mark, have you ever, like, fooled around with a guy before?"

Mark looked thoughtful. "Well there was this time me and some buddies were out on leave after basic, and this guy just picked us up. Offered us money and booze and such to like get naked and hard, and jerk off and be photographed doing it. He thought I was too hairy, but since I with the guys we like went and did it. They had girlie porn magazines and stuff, and we got a bit drunk.. And after a while we like started jerking each other off and stuff. It got kind of wild," he looked at me, "for us guys I mean."

I took the initiative. "Mark, I can give you a good blowjob if you'd like.. I mean we've had a pleasant evening together, and I'd like to finish it as you'd like, if you're horny. If this is too perv. well tell me and we'll part buddies."

Mark looked perplexed. "Wolf, this is confusing, dammit. I would guess you're an attractive guy for, for…for.."

"My sort," I finished. I'm ok if you like Germanic blonds. But what about you?"

Mark looked more put out. "I mean, do you like this?" he asked, running his hand through his splendid chest pelt.

"You magnificent beast," I extemporized, "from the moment I saw that stuff leaping out of your shirt I've wanted to run my hands through it and do obscene things to you. But you're straight."

He looked even more perplexed. "What, what? I mean, women like a bit of hair on the chest maybe, sexy. But when you're covered in it from neck to ankle and beyond they tell you you're a goddam grizzly bear and go fuck someone else."

I got stoned bold and approached him, warily. "But for us guys, Mark, for each guy there's a fetish, feet, socks, boots, rubber, leather, underwear, and, and, bears. You're the ultimate." I fluffed a bit of his shoulder hair. "I've never seen a finer bear in my life."

He looked at his huge chest. "I never thought there'd be a group that thought this was like a turnon." He looked at me warily and ran a hand down a portion of my chest. "Is it because you're so smooth that you're, like, turned on by hair?"

"Nope, nope," I said, "just the way we're programmed." We were now rather close.

"Wh-what do we do next? I mean, if I agree and all."

"We get naked and I suck your cock. You'll have to agree to one thing though."

"What?" he asked suspiciously.

"I can touch you while I suck you. Run my hands through that magnificence on your body. It's recompense enough."

"O-Ok," he stammered. He started to reach for the snap of his jeans and I stopped him. "Let me," I said. I reached just inside his waistband and played with the fur there, it was wiry and abrasive. I knew this would be fun, even if one-sided. I undid the snap of his jeans and slowly undid the zip. "Mm," I murmured, "so fine." I pushed his jeans down to his knees. His thighs were like tree trunks, very hairy tree trunks. I'd never seen such sexy hairy legs. He wore common jockey shorts. I pushed him onto the bed and pulled his jeans off. I couldn't believe it, even his toes were hairy. I sucked a few lasciviously and muttered, "this is what other fetishists do, it's ok."

He looked at me wide-eyed, but the bulge in his shorts told me it was a turnon. I had the feeling no one had ever appreciated this fine hairy body sufficiently before. From good experience, I dropped my jeans and briefs quickly and returned my attention to him. My being naked seemed to discomfit him slightly, but that dissipated when I reached for his shorts. I urged him up and he raised his body on the bed so I could pull his jockeys off. I almost fell over.

His cock was enormous. You've heard of little guys with big ones. This was a little huge guy with a huge one. It was not anywhere near fully aroused and it was already about eight inches long and thick, cut. I leaned over and tongued the head, which caused him to shudder. "You mean women won't put up with this?" I ran a hand thought his chest mat for emphasis. "To get to this?"

He groaned as I started to suck his thick head, trying to tease him to his true length. "Well, yeah, I mean, the ones that would let me fuck them said it was, like, Oh! Oh!, like big, big! He gave out.

I could not believe the fineness of this guy naked. He simply sprouted hair. I hated to think what the morning ritual required of his shaving a clear space in his endowment was like. I just attacked his cock. Fully erect, I could hardly handle the head. He was truly huge. "Oh, oh God, yes Wolf, do it!" This was the encouragement I got. It was fine.

I was sucking his very hairy balls when Mark muttered, "shit".

"What?" I asked, raising my head, "you're not liking this?"

"I'm liking it too much," he said. I want to fuck. BJ's are fine, but I want to fuck."

"Next step up, Mark. You can fuck me if you want. It would be painful but I'd like it if you would."

"You mean?" he said.

"Sure," I said, " it's the only orifice I've got."

He thought. I helped him along by licking the shaft of his magnificent prick here and there.

"Shit! he cried, how do we do this? I want to fuck you!"

"We make some spit, a lot of spit, lubricate your cock, and you shove it up my…"

"Ass," he finished, "yes, I want it, let's."

I was ready. We sat up facing each other. "Make spit," I said. We did, in our hands and slowly lubricated his imposing cock.

"Now," I said, and leaned over on my side away from Mark. Mark probed with his cock in one hand and sort of felt his way. When his mushroom head was on target, I said, "yes, do it."

He did. I was penetrated by the biggest, thickest cock I'd ever bottomed for. I groaned, "slow guy, slow, yours is the Darth Vader of cocks." He was responsive, as he put it in cm. by cm. with me groaning the whole way. I was glad I was stoned, as this was on the extreme pain side of the pain/pleasure continuum. But I was loving every cm. I was getting.

Finally, Mark stopped. "I'm in, what do we do now? And damn you're hot and tight, this is all right."

I raised one leg in the air and bent a bit. "Fuck me, guy. Just fuck me."

He seemed to loosen up, as one hairy arm snaked under my body and he pulled me to him as he started stroking. I was surrounded by pelt abrading me everywhere and this monster cock was invading every bit of my rear being. I was groaning happily, although that sounds like a double negative.

He fucked the fuck of the erotically stoned, slow languid thrusts to take me and slow withdrawals to make we wait for the next invasion. I stroked my own cock in rhythm, as he wouldn't have known about that bit, or wouldn't have wanted to do it.

After a bit, he asked, "this is hot, but do us, you, us guys have other positions? I'm about ready to come and I'd like it a bit deeper."

I wasn't sure of the goodness of the idea. He was probing parts that hadn't been probed and stretching others that hadn't tried out extremes yet. "I," I groaned as his portion found its place to the hilt with another slow thrust, "we can roll over and you can cover me. Or, you could pull out and I'll get into doggie position, or I can mount you top and do it. Oh, shit!, you're the biggest I've ever had!"

"I like the covering idea," he said, thrusting slowly, "how do we do that?"

"Logic dear Watson, I lower my leg and we roll and you end up on top."

"Oh, ok," he said. I lowered my leg and we rolled. Suddenly I had two hundred plus pounds of hairy weight lifter with his cock in my ass weighing me down. "Shit!" I cried, "get your weight on your arms, elbows, I don't care! "

Mark adjusted saying, "I'm sorry, I've like never fucked a guy."

I had nothing to say. He used the change in position to fuck me to the nth degree of my being. I pounded the mattress with each thrust as he invaded me like Genghis Khan and the Golden Hoard. Suddenly he stopped. "Oh yes, yess, dammit, I am coming! He plunged himself in as deep as I've ever been fucked and shuddered over my back. Fireworks.

Finally he was quiet. He pulled out and rolled over onto his back. "That was fine, just fine. I never thought fucking guys could be…"

"So good?, I completed. I let the head of my still hard cock nestle in his incredibly thick pubic hair.

"Yu-yeah", he answered, "I mean you still haven't come yet. What do you guys do?"

"Well, yes," I answered, "with us guys of the same persuasion I might jerk myself while you were fucking me, but with the size of Darth Vader there, that wasn't a possibility. You could suck me off as recompense, or," I reached around and felt his incredibly hairy ass, "I could fuck you back."

Mark twitched uneasily as I lightly fingered his opening. "I don't know, this is so like strange, Wolf. I mean…"

I added, "I could , like just straddle that fine hairy body of yours and jerk off into your chest hair. That would be fine too."

"What does it feel like, getting fucked by a guy I mean?"

"By Darth Vader, stupendous and hard. I mean, your anus there has lots of sensors of its own and a guy's prick can graze your prostate and make it all lots better. But you're straight, Mark, let's like do something simple. You've had your fuck and it was good for both of us."

"I-I'd like you to fuck me. I want to try it. As long as I've gone this far."

"How stoned are you still?" I asked.

"I don't know, not very I guess."

"Ok, let's do another number and we'll go the full mile. Will you, I mean like let me kiss you and stuff. Just like you were a willing another of us guys?"

"You guys, yes. Let's"

I got up off the bed, cleaned some dope, and made another number. I got back on the bed and Mark and I shared it. I couldn't believe this bear didn't know how much certain members of the male population absolutely would nearly worship his physiognomy. He was truly splendid.

I stubbed out the number. "Feeling good?" I asked. "Like ready?" I was worried, as Darth Vader was stirring a bit. I ran a hand up his muscular hairy belly and felt to find his nipples. They were small, like I liked them, and erect. I leaned forward and began to tongue them. Mark moaned, "oh yeah."

I wondered what women that had allowed themselves to get laid by this hairy stud had done to appreciate his body. Darth Vader was enough, the rest of him? Oh well. I pulled him into the most tactile of clinches and kissed him. Our mustaches fitted like velcro and he returned the kiss. I was fascinated this straight guy was easing into the oddest of foreplay. We played tongues and he just kind of moaned, "yes, Wolf, do it."

Oh, I was willing. I guided his hand to my cock, which from the feel of fur about me, and all other things, was hard as it gets. "Play with it," I said, "as best you can." He rather clumsily began to do so. For such a massive guy, his hands were oddly small and fine.

I shifted gears. I reached behind him in the clinch and put one finger up his hairy ass. "Oh!" he cried. I said, "you want to fuck, this is just the beginning. I don't have Darth Vader, but what's coming here is bigger than one finger. Here goes the second."

I eased a second finger into him, trying to stretch without hurting. He grabbed me close and groaned. I was in heaven. We just clinched and kissed and fondled.

Finally, I couldn't take it any more. "Turn over Mark, on your side, it's easiest." He did so. I was faced with his impossibly broad, hairy back and his hairy ass. I made as much spit as I could and rubbed it over my cockhead. "Ok. You're going to get fucked."

I applied my cockhead to his opening with one hand. To my knowledge, I'd never been the first in a virgin ass. I wondered what to do, but fucking was on my mind. I nudged my cockhead into his ass and started to enter him. I was encouraged by a cry of, "oh, yeah, Wolf, yes!." I needed no further urging and thrust home to the hilt. He was so tight and hot I was sure I'd cum too soon.

I started stroking slow, not wanting to hurt him. The verdant hair around his hole was tickling my cock almost unbearably as I thrust in and pulled out. He called out, "Wolf, Wolf." I stopped and contented myself with running one hand through his chest mat like a hairbrush. "What, Mark?"

"Why have you guys kept this a secret? It's fantastic, outrageous. Oh, keep fucking me. Don't stop."

I obeyed orders and started thrusting again. "It's no secret, Mark, just frowned on by general society. Are you one of us guys now?"

"I dunno, fuck, just fuck me!"

I could no longer hold back. I grabbed his hairy torso and shuddered as my orgasm pumped out.

We both relaxed. "You just came, didn't you?" Mark asked.

"Yes, deliciously, you're my first virgin ass. I mean, you've never been had before have you?" I pulled my softening cock out.

"Not like that. No, not ever. Damn what was it Woody Allen said about being bi?"

"It increased your chances for a date on Saturday night by 50%."

"Yeah well, I think I might be a bit more sexually democratic after this."

I storked his chest. "Let's get cleaned up and see what round two has in store. I think it would be great fun to scrub the entire of you, a tactile delight." We went into the bathroom and turned on the electric bath shower thing. I was glad it was not my electric bill. By the time Mark was washed and well, Darth Vader was rampant again. I got down on the bathroom floor doggie style and Mark soaped up his erection and proceeded to fuck me to NeverNeverland. I was groaning and loving it the whole time, with the shower going. A very wet bear is something to be covering you with his huge cock up your ass. We sort of collapsed when he was finished cumming. We cleaned up again and turned off the water.

The meager towels provided by the guesthouse did little to get someone of Mark's bulk and hirsuteness dry. I went to bed with a damp bear, and slept the sleep of the sated and stoned.

The next morning, I was awakened by a very sandpaper beard on my bedmate. His endowment was endowed and he said, "do you think we could do it again? I'm horny."

I replied, "you seem preternaturally horny. But this time it's me on top. That thing of yours has found places what ain't been found before. I need to be in control."

I rolled him over on his back. I was fascinated that a thing of such mass as what he had between his legs would stand up so imposing and hard. I decided the Count de Sacher Masoch was in control and just mounted him. Just getting his head into my ass was near agony. "Oh, you bastard, you're huge!" I shouted. I lowered myself slowly onto this pyramid of a cock and simply groaned.

"God, Wolf, this is unreal." Mark said. Who is fucking whom? I gave him marks for getting the dative interrogative pronoun correct. "I am being invaded by the Genghis Khan of cocks and you had better come soon. This is fine but hard, like hard on my ass." I ran my hands through his fine chest hair. This was fine. We fucked for a while and Mark threw out one arm to the side of the bed. "Yes, oh yes" That was all. I was done. It was time for border stepping.

I decamped from Darth Vader and asked, "would you like to come to Burma with me? It's a tacky town but I have to do it for my visa. It costs $5 American cash if you've got it."

"Yeah, I'd like that." We went and cleaned up again. I refrained from mutual showering and such. I'd had enough of Darth Vader for a while.

Tachilek was a sad place. We bought our visas for the day and sort of rummaged though the market. It was awful, as jungle cats and who knows what endangered species had been skinned and put on sale. We just left.

I invited Mark to stay a bit when getting established in Chiang Mai and there we were.