Hi, I'm Wolf, remember, the guy that taught English in that Northern Thai city Chiang Mai? Well, things got more complicated.

I got to know some of the more interesting expates (remember, farang = 'foreigner') of the 'community', retired gays. Thailand offered a renewable yearly visa to retired folk who had a secure retirement income. This visa was hard to get. The retirement income stretched further in the country and there were always young hangers-on to be had.

One of these was retired sorts was Antoine. Before retiring, he'd been, predictably, a hairdresser in the states, and had not a great retirement income. He complained constantly in gatherings of the lack of good gay bars in Chiang Mai-the Thai establishments were tacky, woeful, uninspired. His complaints were so frequent and unchanging that folk urged him to do something about them, and he finally said he would.

His complaints changed to endless descriptions of the preparations for the opening of his establishment, but were no less boring. The venue, according to Antoine's spoutings, would equal the Algonquin lounge of the 20's in magnificence and etc. People stopped listening to him as quickly. Despite using a set of adjectives including lucullan to describe the establishment, which I hadn't encountered since reading Auntie Mame, we knew nothing of where it was or anything else about it other than its reported splendor.

But, at last, the opening was set. Predictably, he'd chosen a Sunday of an unlikely three-day weekend for the opening, as the Monday was a major Buddhist holy day. I knew no one to ask to accompany me on such an occasion, couldn't avoid it, and knew I'd have to go alone. Antoine had had business cards printed up with a small map to the place on the back. This was useful. Despite the fact the place was in what I called the Old City, the area of Ancient Chiang Mai inside what had been the medieval city moats, I had no idea where the street was. I found that the 'Siamese Pussycat Bar' was located on a dead end lane so narrow that I had to park my cycle one the main street and walk in.

It was a street surrounded by the products of one of Chiang Mai's so-called coordinated developments. In this case, they were tiny, two-story shop houses. Some had been modified into cramped residences and others into hopeless businesses. I saw the tiny neon sign of a seated Siamese pussycat over one of these establishments. Next door was a small dance academy. A single couple, visible thought the sliding glass door, was having trouble doing clumsy moves of the tango on the cramped handkerchief sized dance floor.

I entered the 'bar', and almost fell over laughing. The place was incredibly dark, and a couple of strings of uncolored Xmas tree lights provided the 'atmospheric' lighting. The tiny bar took up one small wall of the place. It had four forlorn rattan stools, and the tiny stage for the 'alluring go-go show' was built over the head of the bartenders. It had room enough for two go-go performers to gyrate, and the dancers had to be thankful for the firehouse poles they could hold on to, as otherwise they would plummet onto their drink-serving confreres. What was left of the ground floor was taken up with five or six wrought iron ice-cream tables for two with iron chairs to match. The opening night crowd numbered about eight.

Antoine was done up in full battle makeup and a safari suit his tailor had managed to render foppish. I cringed as he announced in his execrable Thai over the boombox mike that the bar was now open we should all enjoy ourselves. As I sipped my 'complimentary opening drink', a small domestic Thai beer, two muscled boys clad in only gold lame` jock straps and clunky trainers ascended the small ladder to the 'stage' and began to dance. I shuddered, as the music was vintage Village People.

I hardly paid attention. The dancers were guys I'd seen lifting at my gym.. I was surprised when a couple of fellows entered the place and took up two of the remaining three bar stools. One was a slight farang guy, and the other a Thai of a sort I had no desire to deal with. Such guys favored tattoos and body piercing, dealt in drugs of one sort or another, and were mostly well known to the Thai police. The farang had an exchange with his companion and the bartender, and it was obvious he was looking for the bathroom. I interjected it was behind the bar, under the staircase, and was looking at what one of the dancers was doing as he showed off his equipment from inside his g-string when the farang departed for the head.

The go-go number ended more raucously than I might have expected in a paltry gay bar in Chiang Mai. I assumed that Antoine had paid off the cops, as a rousing reprise of YMCA had the two dancing boys doing a naked bump and grind that was downright inspiring. It was only when the song ended that I noticed that the Thai to my left had departed and the farang to my left had returned to his seat and was groping under the bar and muttering.

He emerged from where he had been looking for something urgently under the bar and said earnestly, "did you see where the guy that came in with me went?"

I could only shake my head and try to keep from staring. I had not noted his appearance when he came in and sat at the bar, and it was remarkable. He was a redhead, but there was nothing ordinary about his coloring. It was as if the various hairs on his body couldn't decide on a uniform color. His hair was a burnished copper color, tinged with red and orange as visible in the dim bar light, cut short and spiky. His eyebrows and thick eyelashes, however, were a light reddish-blond so pale as to appear nearly white. His face was nearly triangular, narrowing from a wide forehead to a prominent but delicate chin. A short, well-trimmed mustache and goatee set off an aquiline, patrician nose and his limited facial hair seemed equally color-confused. It was largely ocher or nearly brick-colored, but some hairs were a light ginger or the blond of his eyebrows, and his trimmed sideburns were true red. His skin was freckled, but his face was lightly tanned which enhanced this aspect of his Celtic coloring. It would have been hard to call him handsome, but his aspect was compelling.

He turned and agitatedly rummaged under the bar one more time and came up muttering, "shit, shit, shit."

His intensity worried me. "What's wrong?"

"That hustler that came in with me took off with my backpack."

"What was in it?"

"Clothes and stuff for a weekend in Chiang Mai that I don't care about. But all my traveler's checks and my passport were in there too."

Did you get the guy's name?

"Yeah, he said his name was Daeng."

"A large proportion of the male and female population of Thailand have that particular nickname. Let me ask."

I asked the bartenders if they'd ever seen the guy or knew of this particular Daeng. Predictably, they didn't.

"The guys serving here are honest, and none of them know that guy. What kind of traveler's checks did you have?"

"American Express."

"They have an office in town that's open on weekends and holidays. You can get them replaced tomorrow, if you have the numbers."

"I've got those, but how do I cash them without a passport?"

I thought for a moment. "Do you have a Xerox of your passport?"

"Yeah, but it's at the house of the buddy I was staying with in Bangkok."

"Call him and have him fax it to you."

I can't, man, he's gone down to Pattaya for the long weekend and I don't have a clue where he's staying."

I had forgotten that Monday was a major Buddhist holiday that would have most things, including the American consulate, closed. "That's tough. I know some banks where you can cash traveler's checks with a passport Xerox, but it's going to be a hassle getting it replaced. The embassy sorts are very touchy about lost American passports, however legit the circumstances of their getting lost are."

"What do you mean?"

"A guy that works out at the same gym I use is a consular sort. He says the market for U.S. passports is such that they question any lost passport seriously. Even a Xerox copy is no guarantee of a quick response."

"Can you get in touch with this guy?"

"He says they've got one person from the consulate on call with a cellular for emergencies during off hours. I don't think they'll think a passport stolen in a gay bar is an emergency."

"Shit, when can I go to the consulate?"

"The holiday Monday is a kind of blessing. With budget cuts and such, they have service for us U.S. tax payers on Tuesday and Thursday mornings."

The guy slumped. "Shit, what am I supposed to do? I didn't even cash a traveler's check at the airport. That hustler read me like a book at the airport. He came on to me before I was ten feet out of the arrival hall. He revved my motors and I thought a boy before the bed wasn't so bad. My buddy's old lover was friends with Antoine here and that shithead hustler knew about this opening. We came straight from the airport." He pulled out his wallet and looked disconsolately at the contents, which totaled exactly 120 baht. "I pay my bar bill and I've got about 20 baht to last until Tuesday."

I figured the equivalent of fifty cents U.S. wouldn't stretch far, and I also figured that I had no plans for the night or the weekend and this oddly colored redhead was interesting. He was wearing a sleeveless tee shirt and his slender, freckled arms were tightly muscled. "Listen, I speak Thai. You'll have to make a theft report at the police station. The consulate sorts won't listen to you for a minute without that."

"I'd be grateful for any help like that."

"Hey, guy, us Americans have to stick together. Why don't you crash at my place? It's not the Ritz or anything, like I've got a big double bed and we'll have to share and all, but you're welcome. We'll work out food and stuff later."

He smiled, showing disgustingly perfect teeth. "Shit, I come with a brown ripoff artist and find a blond savior. The name's Jamie, Jamie McFarland ."

"I'm Wolf. And, no, it has nothing to do with the X-files and so on." I gave the Thai gesture code for paying the bill. "Let's go see the cops. Tedious, but necessary."

I paid and we left. The Mae Ping police station was a stone's throw from the bar. The cop recording the report predictably spoke no English and I was tired out as a simultaneous translator. In the interview, I managed to edit out that the theft occurred in a gay bar with a recognized gay hustler. As we were leaving the police station, I told Jamie this.

"Thanks, Wolf. But how will we use a report in Thai at the consulate?"

I started my cycle. "I can buy some computer time on Monday and translate it. Don't worry, things are as cool as they can be."

The short trip to where my small apartment on Tha Phae road was located was uneventful, but Jamie, from his pillion position, gripped my waist satisfyingly tight.

I opened the door and escorted him in. "Welcome to the Wolf Hilton." I was a bit disconcerted at my humble digs. He ducked around my wardrobe I had arranged as a door blind without comment.

Jamie took in my one room plus. "Hey, Wolf, it's better than a street curb or a kip at the jail. Don't put yourself down." He jerked at his loose tee shirt. "I've been in this stuff since early this AM. Is a bath possible?"

I reached into my wardrobe for an extra towel. " The bath's through that door. I think my pants might be about six inches beyond your ankles but a tee shirt might look outre`. I sleep naked, though." I threw him the towel.

Jamie smiled, "so do I," he said peeling off his tee shirt.

I went hard at the sight of his upper body. He was slender, but finely muscled, and I wondered what kind of lightweight, multi-rep work he did with weights to achieve such a beautifully defined musculature with virtually no bulk. His muscular slender chest and belly were covered with a fell of true red hair that appeared soft and fine..

Jamie noted my noting. "Like what you see, do you?"

I could only nod.

"Nice that you do, as lotsa guys don't fancy us redheads." I was about to say something when he casually removed his jeans and briefs. His ass was finely rounded, and his small uncut prick was rock hard, standing straight up against his body. His remaining body hair was equally confused. His tight pubic bush was red to match his chest but the hair on his hirsute thighs and legs matched his goatee in a brick colored hue. His look almost challenged me.

I unhitched my pants as quickly as possible and dropped them down to my knees. My fine Teutonic flagpole was showing him what I wanted to insert between his dappled buttocks.

Jamie picked up the towel I'd thrown him. "Looks like our Wolf has some teeth to him. We'll find out what to do about that when we're both clean."

With that, he padded into my tiny bathroom. I decided my usual weekend mind-altering was in order and pulled a prepared marijuana mixed cigarette out of the stash where I kept them in my wardrobe drawer and lit up. I was halfway through the number when Jamie emerged from the bathroom with his towel secured around his slender waist. The lack of a bulge under the towel told me his aroused state had subsided.

He put on an exaggerated Scots accent, "and so me mate, do I smell the devil weed about here, then?"

I was halfway stoned and up to the game. "Aye and ye do, and finish this while I wash. We'll be half-way there when I'm scrubbed."

I paused to find out what Jamie felt like. Trying to look like a tantalizing Teutonic blond, I ran my hand through the red fur on his chest to his navel. It was as soft and fine as I'd assumed. Saying nothing, I passed Jamie the number and shed the rest of my clothes as quickly as possible. Jamie gave my nakedness a good look as I hurried to clean up.

I gave myself a quick once-over under the hot water, dried off, and went to see what my crash mate might have to offer.

I was wondering how to get the evening's festivities started, when Jamie asked, "Wolf, can I have a glass of water?"

I went to get a bottle of drinking water from the mini-fridge I had in the place, when Jamie said. "Hey, I just need a glass, tap water will do."

I was puzzled. The tourist guides said that Chiang Mai tap water was safe to drink, but I never trusted the stuff. I went to the bathroom, filled my extra tooth glass, and brought it out.

Jamie took it from me, reached into his mouth and removed a fairly elaborate dental appliance which showed me that the front four of his lower teeth were false. He dropped the thing into the glass of water.

Jamie gestured at his bridge. He smiled, showing the gap between his lower canine teeth and said, "Savior Wolf, this little accommodation to gingivitis means that I'm uniquely equipped."

I wondered why he had cut the sentence off in the middle, and felt a warm rush of lust as this unique looking individual approached me. "Equipped for what?", I managed to get out.

Jamie was only about 5'6" and came up to mid-chest height on me. He flicked his tongue across my already erect nipples and ran his hand down my side to loosen the towel I had tucked around my waist and drop it. "Equipped to suck this fine cock of yours in ways it's not been sucked before."

With that he took hold of my raging erection and jerked on it gently to lead me to the bed. I followed willingly.

Jamie pushed me down onto the bed, shooshed me over to the center, and then knelt next to me. He took the head of my cock in his mouth and did things with his tongue and my cockhead that had me shuddering. "Well, me mate, I can do this 'til ye cum in me mouth, or we can put that occurrence further down on the menu. What do ye say?"

I ran my hand over one finely rounded buttock as he knelt over me. "Let' s have it as just the overture, and we'll have the cum thing as a coda to the third movement or so."

"Musical are we then," he said. "Coda the cum thing is then, but this is where it starts."

Jamie proceeded to show me just what his dental removal meant for cock sucking. He deep-throated my not inconsiderable cock and when he started to run his mouth up to the head I about died. The lower portion of my prick fitted into the trough formed by his tooth removal and his canine teeth grazed it in a way that drove me literally crazy. He knew how to apply his teeth to be totally arousing but short of painful.

"God, Jamie, you'll drive me mad like that!", I shouted.

"That's the idea Wolf. Just tell me again do ye want to come in my talented mouth, or between my freckled cheeks?"

I was about coming already, and had to think. "I'll fuck you crazy you Celtic cocksucker!"

Jamie proceeded to show off his further skills at ultimate arousal, enhanced by his dental deficiency. Between being pleasantly stoned and sucked to sexual dementia I was inflamed. "Jamie, assume what position you will, and I'll roger you within an inch of your inner being."

Jamie responded by rolling over onto his back in the center of the big bed, raising his legs in the air, and using his hands to pull his cheeks apart.

I assumed basic Missionary+ and rummaged in the cubbyholes of the headboard for some lube.

Jamie looked at me invitingly, with his hole ready and spread. "A wee bit of spit will get you in there just fine, Wolf."

I needed no further urging. I spat in my hand, rubbed the meager result over the distended head of my prick, and used my hand to guide myself into his proffered tunnel. I slid home into his hot, tight butt right to the root of my cock and thrust hard once to see if I could get my balls to climb in as well. He was hot and I was incendiary. I hooked his legs over my shoulders, leaned forward, and began to fuck him as hard as I could. While still on my knees, I began to jerk his cock as I fucked him.

"Leave it, Wolf. We'll get me off some way after you've had your fun."

I needed no other encouragement. I leaned forward and raised myself onto my arms as if in the upper position of a pushup. This pressed Jamie's knees further towards his ears and raised his ass off the bed. Virtually. the only physical contact between our two bodies was his legs wrapped over my elbows and shoulders and my cock imbedded deep into his hot little ass.

I was in heaven. When I was full in, I moved my hips so my cock shifted around like a stirring rod. Jamie shuddered and moaned.

"Shit Wolf, you're big and good."

I lowered myself to tongue Jamie's nipples. "And you, my beamish boy, are fine and tight.."

I raised myself on my arms again and proceeded to fuck Jamie as hard as I could. His ass was tight around my cock and I had the stoned leisure of feeling my first orgasm of the evening building. My penis exploded like the centerpiece of a display of sexual fireworks and I poured myself into him.

When my last jet of semen had spurted, I withdrew from Jamie and collapsed onto my side on the bed, releasing him. My head was still swimming, "God, that's what fucking was designed to be, regardless of whether reproduction has something to do with it or not"

I assumed Jamie's fake accent, mine could have been Irish, Scots or whoknowswhat. "And what shall we do with that fine Celtic bit of yours, I could suck it 'til ye cum or…"

"I'd fuck ye I would, back as it were, in thy ass," he said, smiling slyly.

I lay back amused. We continued the outrageous dialogue. "And how would ye have me? On back, doggie, on side with leg raised? Such possibilities.'

Jamie raised himself. "I'd have thee doggie, assume position."

I got onto my belly and assumed the kneeling position. Jamie mounted me and I reached behind to feel things, his hairy chest on my back, his hard small prick, all. No preparation, all of sudden his hard prick was invading me. I cried out, no lube no nothing, he invaded me. I went 'ugh, unh, ugh," with the thrusts of his small hard cock in my ass. He fucked me with the speed of a jackhammer and the feel of the fine small cock ramming me was incredible. We fucked for what seemed like ages and finally he went, "Yesss" and apparently came.

After a while, we repeated the above operations without accent and slept the sleep of the well-sated and stoned.

Sunlight was coming through the thick curtains of my windows when there was a sharp knock on my door. I came awake thick and paranoid. I gave my home address to few, and had no idea who was calling so peremptory on my portal. I staggered out of bed, got a pair of loose drawstring shorts on, and went to the door.

I opened it a crack and almost groaned. It was Chad. He was an alluring complication on a member of my basketball team I'd struck up an accidental relationship with, Ted. Telling an 18-year-old to tell no one else about things is like telling water not to fall over a waterfall. Chad hit me up with a bit of blackmail. If anything of this got known generally my job was gone and any chance of another good one. After our first time together, I was quite happy to be hit up. Chad was a deal more discreet than Ted.

"Chad," I managed, "what the fuck are you doing here?"

Just as you mentioned, coach, I have a friend, son of my parents' friends, and we can't fool around with each other free-like in my parents' place. We thought we'd come here and fuck around, with you like."

"I've got a guy here already, you'll have to…"

Chad pushed his way past me and I stopped open-mouthed. His friend was as Celtic as my bedmate and way younger. He greeted me and said, "I'm Cymbeline, Cymbeline McLeod. Forget the name, call me 'Cym'.

I let them pass. Let me digress. Chad was one of those teens that made you lust. He was tall, lanky, and in that way that made young fellows lustworthy. He had chestnut colored hair and just that bit on his chest and whatever, that made you know he'd be fully fine when pelted. This friend of his had me hard before he took off his tee-shirt.

His hair was nearly perfectly red, no tints, no admixtures, no nothing. Not like Jamie was he. His face was nearly like a perfect Celtic farm boy's. His skin was milk-white and lightly freckled, and his eyes like blue newly invented. He had that fine nose and good lips, like out of a bad novel, red and waiting. He continued to disrobe

When he jerked off his tee-shirt I nearly drooled. His body. It was the fine stocky musculature of the young, just in the process of development. He had just a tinge of red hair on his chest, an inverted triangle above his pectorals A small trail led from navel to a cloud of red pubic hair above an impossible cock of fine proportions.

Chad sort of noted my look of lust. He chortled. I didn't really know people that chortled, "All things are possible, isn't that what the the acharn taught? The noise of our conversation seemed to rouse Jamie. He asked " what is it?" When he saw what was it, all questions were settled.

We settled ourselves on my large bed. It seemed red favored red. Jamie grasped young Cym from on the bed and asked, "what clan art thee?"

He reciprocated by bending to suck Jamie's fine small cock and muttered around its head, "McLeod," he said, "McLeod."

Chad just settled with me. I helped him off with his undies and took his youthful fine erection in my mouth. The sight of the two Scots having it off was arousing. Chad and I just enjoyed the sight of McLeod with McFarland. Jamie took the lead, and red hair on red hair was a sight. Jamie took the young Scot in hand and kissed him like arousal wouldn't stop. They then just tussled to find each others' cocks and Jamie found what a fine find his young Scot had.

"And what shall we do with this, my fine young lad?" asked Jamie. He played with the foreskin of Cym's cock and docked it with his own, playing back and forth. Young Cym just moaned and rocked on the bed.

I was fully envious of those that had foreskins. It had to be fun. In that moment Chad put a finger up my asshole and jerked my cock. One had obligations. We settled down the four of us and got it on.

I could not help but being a voyeur. In the midst of sucking Chad's fine big cock, I could only look at Jamie and Cym. Cym was running his hand through Jamie's fine red chest hair, and Jamie was investigating what went between Cym's fine ass. "Shall I put it here, young Cym?" I heard Jamie ask. Cym reached behind to the finely shaped freckled globes of Jamie's ass and said "No," he said. "I'll put mine there," the young lad answered.

I was fascinated. Jamie assumed doggie and the young Scot mounted him. His cock was impressive, excited full and hard as a rock. He paused but a moment and shoved his fine big cock up the Scotsman's ass. The sight of two red-haired Celts going at it inflamed me. I arranged Chad on his side in front of me in such a way as the Celts were in full view and urged his leg in the air. I used one hand to caress the bit of hair in the center of his chest and the other to guide the head of my prick into his fine young hole with the ease of experience of several encounters. I took him to the hilt and started fucking.

I had seldom been in a situation with two couples on the same bed. I found fucking while watching another couple fuck, especially such arresting individuals as Jamie and Cym incredibly arousing. Jamie had his face hidden in the crook of his arm on the bed, and Cym had his head thrown back as he thrust, his eyes closed in obvious lust and happiness.

Chad looked at me over his shoulder, and I knew he'd go along with what I had in mind.

"Jamie," I called, "what say ye for fairness' sake we switch sometime in mid-encounter. Ye take my fine chestnut-haired bucko here, and I'll finish with yon other redhead?"

Jamie looked over at me from his enjoyment of what Cym was doing. The boy was fucking him with long, slow strokes of his thick cock and moving his hips when he was full in, before withdrawing for another go. "Why yes, fair is fair. Ye'll enjoy it fair ye will, this boy has that with which to do and knows what to do with it. Yess, McLeod, yess," he moaned, ignoring me.

I pushed down Chad's leg down and rolled us so he was on his stomach and I was covering him. I began to give him a different rhythm, pulling my prick out only incrementally and thrusting it in sharp and hard. He groaned in sequence, "Oh! God! Coach!" It was fine screwing.

Finally I called over, "what say we switch?"

Jamie responded, "aye, we will." He pushed on Cym's shoulder with one hand. "Withdraw, young McLeod, my Teutonic friend will sample thy fine Celtic favors and I shall probe those of thy friend.

Cym pulled his cock out of Jamie's ass and knelt upright on the bed. At the same time, I rolled off Chad next to him. Jamie nimbly rolled over me and ended up covering Chad in the same position I had been in. He straightway got his little prick into Chad's ass and proceeded to give him the jackhammer treatment he'd given me. Chad reacted by pounding the pillow with his fist in pleasure.

I pulled Cym down to the bed with me. I didn't really know what I wanted to do but I did want to investigate his youthful beauty. I pulled him to me and kissed him. He skill at that was beyond usual for those of his young years. Our hands investigated each others' bodies; I played with the small triangle of soft red chest hair with one hand while using the other to press our two cocks together. His white skin was as fine to feel as look at. I decided after my slightly athletic screwing with Chad I wanted something like romance.

"Cym, would you let me fuck you?" I asked.

I was flabbergasted when he kissed me and answered simply, "yes, I had a good time with Jamie, turnabout is fine."

I didn't know about that. I could still feel the bed shaking slightly with Jamie's vigorous rogering of Chad.

I played with his small triangle of chest hair again. "Would you take me on top, you know, like horseman style? I want to watch you while we fuck, you're so, damn words, beautiful."

He surprised me by rolling a little away and knelt upright on the bed again. "Of course, I'd like to watch while we fuck too. Few favor us redheads, but I've a thing for blonds and you're handsome."

I reached over my head into one of the little cubbies in the bed headboard and pulled out a tube of lube. I applied it liberally to my cock and then handed it to Cym, who inserted a suitable amount up his ass. He then straddled my thighs and knee-walked forward to a suitable position. It was ineffably erotic, watching this handsome boy reach down and fit the head of my cock into his hole and then lower himself down slowly, taking my cock entire in his fine young ass. It was as good and tight as I've ever fucked. I groaned as he slowly began to raise and lower himself over my prick, as if posting slowly on an English saddle. And it was as pleasingly lustful as I'd hoped, watching this handsome young redhead pleasure my prick to the fullest. His cock was rock hard and he stroked it slowly as we fucked.

I managed to groan, "Cym, you're a sexual wizard. You're turning me inside-out watching you there as you do these things to my cock."

He gave me a sly smile. "It's fun for me too, watching your face when I do this. After all, you do have a good big cock."

What he did was to lower himself all the way down and use his inner muscles to squeeze the base of my cock. I was electrified and spread my knees wide to better savor the feeling, and threw one hand out, hitting Jamie on the back. He was apparently just finished cumming into Chad's well-used ass. He rolled off Chad's back and wiped sweat from his forehead.

"Well me young lad, that was as fine a fuck as I've had in a fortnight."

Jamie glanced over at us. "Young McLeod," he said, "ye've gone for a ride in the park have ye?"

Cym smiled, "aye and I have McFarland. The merry-go-round pole is big, blond, and hard and we're both having a fine time"

Jamie roused himself. "Perhaps I should go riding too. Young chestnut-hair bucko here."

"Chad," I interjected.

"Young Chad," continued Jamie, "has been well-fucked, but I think he's got some fucking coming. Come, lad," he said nudging the still supine Chad, "rouse thyself, on thy back, it's time thee were fucked."

Cym performed another of his muscular flutters with his butt over my cock on the trip down and I simply dissolved. Chad managed to struggle to his back, but his cock had gone half-hard. Jamie knelt over his crotch and began to apply his dentureless cocksucking skills to Chad's cock. With the vigor of youth it soon stood flagpole stiff.

"Chad," I called, "the Scot has some unique cocksucking abilities, doesn't he?"

"God coach, those teeth and none between his canines it's, arrrghh," he sputtered as Jamie slid his dental trough up the boy's prick. He swirled his tongue around Chad's thick cockhead and seemed satisfied. "I think the boy's recovered. Seems as fine and stiff a pole as you're riding there, young McLeod. Time for me to mount."

Jamie took hold of the lube Cym and I had used and anointed Chad's handsome cock and his ass. He then mounted the boy, having to stretch high on his knees because of his short legs. Cym never let up on his ride on my prick as we watched. Jamie fitted the knob of Chad's prick in and grunted. "Thee are big boy. Let me get the measure of this hobby horse before thee get too frisky."

With that Jamie slowly lowered himself and Chad's big cock disappeared up his tight little ass. Once Chad was fully in, Jamie moved his hips experimentally. "Let me control this ride, young Chad, my orifice is fully accommodated, with standing room, by that upstanding whang of yours. So let's start." He began to mimic the posting motion Cym was doing so deliciously on my own cock, and Chad simply groaned his appreciation.

Jamie looked over at Cym. "So young McLeod, two saddle-borne Scots out for a ride. Shall we coordinate our riding, and canter our mounts to distraction?" Cym just nodded.

They did just that. A bit hesitantly at first, they began to match movements, riding up and down on Chad's and my cocks until they got the rhythm and were moving in unison. Then they began to speed up the action, miming riding motions with their hips which made me feel my cock was being turned inside out with pleasure. It got more surreal. Cym glanced over and noted something. He said, "McFarland thy fine small cock is still hard. Which of us Scots will cum first do ye suppose?"

I glanced at Jamie. Chad was oblivious, enjoying the ride with one arm thrown across his eyes. Jamie looked sly and said, "It might be me McLeod."

"Did thee not just cum?"

"That I did and right satisfyingly. To my intimates I am known as the Scots ever-ready. I can cum twice on one hardon, and young Chad's fine prick is massaging my inner being in all the right places."

With that the Celts upped the ante yet again and sped up their riding. They posted on Chad's and my pricks even faster, while jerking their own cocks in rhythm. I suppose Cym was the winner. I whooped as my own cum coursed up my prick with the pleasurable heat of lava and emptied into Cym's sliding ass. At virtually the same moment, Cym groaned and his copious youthful orgasm poured out in long white spurts onto my belly and chest. Chad groaned and threw both arms out straight as I assumed he'd achieved his own orgasm. He hit my shoulder rather hard. And Jamie came a second time within minutes of his first orgasm, his cum spurting as far as Chad's sparse chest hair. I was impressed.

When were all thoroughly spent, we slumped. The Scots dismounted and we all four padded into my tiny bathroom and washed each other down with much mutual fondling and rubbing. When clean we dried sharing my two bath towels and returned to the bed to rest.

Jamie and I left the boys to their own devices, as they'd said they wanted when they first arrived. I dozed in spoons position with Jamie, running my hand through his fine red chest hair. I was awakened by a slapping sound and glanced over. Chad was fucking Cym so vigorously his balls were making noise as they rapidly hit the boy's ass. I was glad someone could get it up.

Later in the afternoon the boys had to leave to go out, and Jamie and I prepared to get some dinner. I knew I still had that Monday night with my fine Celt, and had to deal with his passport problems and such the next day.

This was fine.