Uh yeah, I'm a friend of Wolf's, name's Isaac. I teach English as a Second Language, that's ESL like he does in Thailand, but I live in Bangkok. I don't have the ESL certificate like he does, so I do the private school and lesson route. But, they pay in Bangkok. I mean Thais can't speak English and need it, so I make out.

Me? Well, I'm in my mid-twenties and am considered, well, not in the movie star category, but 'interesting' by other guys. I've made out on my looks. I used to lift weights in college, but gyms like Wolf belongs to here in Bangkok cost more than I make in a month in dues, so. I am not as tall as he is, but I am well proportioned. Slightly hairy on the chest, enough so guys that get off on that get off, and have good muscle definition. I am not a morphed lifter. I have more the build of a soccer player, or a competitive swimmer and a well-proportioned, long torso. I have what novelists call 'regular features'. Not definably handsome, but again a well-proportioned face, long, slightly prominent cheekbones, and a strong, cleft chin. I have a good head of dark brown hair, which I keep well trimmed in keeping with the teacher image, and no facial hair. Distinguishing marks? I have a tattoo of a gekko on my right arm, you know, those little house lizards. Well, got drunk in the harbor area and it happened. Call me a well proportion guy, well, except for my cock, which is considered one of my better features. It is both long and thick in relation to my body size, gets hard easy, and stays that way resolutely for periods of time. Most guys I am with usually get around to saying, "you have a nice cock."

I mean, I live in a kind of run-down tourist guesthouse near Thammasat University, on the Chao Phraya River in the old city. Or, I call it that, that area of the city on the river where Bangkok first started. Kind of romantic, and I work out by running at the university playing field and stuff. The Lovely Guest House is not first class accommodations. It's a warren of plank wall rooms and such, and you can acutely hear what your neighbors are doing, especially fucking. But the location is such, and there's a bus line convenient. In this city that's crucial.

So, I was in the 'restaurant' of the Lovely Guest House, and a buddy said, "Hey Isaac, want to go to Harry's Bar?" I had been in town not so long, had some teaching gigs, and didn't know the city so well. So, I said, "hey, what?" He said, "one of the biggest gay bars in Patbong, has a great transvestite show."

Now. Patbong is the sex center of Bangkok. It is a small, relatively, several square block area in the center of Bangkok. But it is solid, wall to wall sex bars and massage parlors and….imagine. You can get whatever you want, up to, so it is said, snuff sessions, if you know what I mean. It is mostly hetero, but there is an area of gay bars on a small area of 'sois', call them lanes, off the main streets that define the place. Now, I didn't know all this then, this is knowledge learned.

I said, "ok, but is it expensive?" Now he answered, being knowledgeable, "yeah, but buy one beer, nurse it, and see the show is all." I thought. I had heard these transvestite shows were something. You see, being gay in Thailand is not all that awful. And these guys with that desire go to the full. They cross dress, get hormone treatments, and even breast implants. And all this on the street and no one says anything. In these shows they dress in beautiful costumes, dance, or lip synch songs in outrageous fashion, and the effort put into makeup and the rest for what they get paid is something. I was titillated.

"Ok," I said, how shall we do this?" My buddy said, "you know Lumphini Park?" I nodded. "Know that statue of the King, whatcha, Rama the IV?" I further nodded. Bangkok lacks open space and this large central park was one of the few, and the statue was a memorial to the king of the King and I. "Well," says buddy, "meet me at the statue about 8PM. The lane where Harry's is is just a bit past Robinson's Dept. Store there. I have a teaching appointment, but will meet you there about then" I nodded agreement, finished my beer, and went to run.

The place was central. I got off the bus and went to the base of the king's statue. It was an all right place to wait, and that's what I did, waited. After an hour, it was 9PM, I decided my buddy wasn't going to show, or couldn't. Given Bangkok traffic, you measure distance by time and traffic jam, not kilometers or miles. I crossed the Street past the department store and went a short ways up Wireless Rd. The small lanes of Patbong were hardly the size of one vehicle width and I went up one at random. I passed a huge bar called the Rome Club, and avoided the one called the Lonely Boy. I turned a corner in the maze of small lanes and saw the sign, Harry's.

I went in. Harry's was a visual assault. It was large, a long bar with stools, a dance floor with a few tiny tables on the edge, and a small stage at one end. But it was so gay it was overdecorated. Hardly a wall surface didn't have something hanging on it, or was decorated with gilt carved moldings, or something. There were large vases of Thai silk artificial flowers on a couple of tables, it just went on. And the place was next to deserted. There seemed to be almost no one in the place but a horde of Thai boys wearing nothing but gold lame` thongs who were the boyhosts of the bar. I sat tentatively on a stool at the bar and ordered a small domestic beer. The individual chit for the drink was put into a wooden sort of penholder in front of me. I picked it up and nearly gagged on my first sip of beer as the price was astronomical.

One of the more androgynous boys detached himself form the horde and came over to me. He draped himself around my shoulders and started to finger my chest through my tee shirt. He spoke in a form I came to call bar boy English. "Hello, what you name?" I was totally not turned on by him and was wondering about the show I had come to see. "I'm Isaac," I said. "Funny name, Eye-zak," is the way he pronounced it, "you buy Narong drink?" I undid his arms from around my shoulder and shooed him away. I later learned a boy drink was two splashes of soft drink on ice and cost as much as my beer. The boy got a cash commission for each one he cadged.

I gestured to the bartender and asked in my still tentative Thai when the show began. I nearly wilted when he said midnight. I had no idea what to do by myself for almost three hours, and then would have to take a taxi home if I stayed to see the show as the buses stopped running at midnight. I pictured myself morosely seriously nursing a beer and fending off bar boys and decided to drink my beer and go home. Nothing was happening and there was only bad disco music to listen to

A foreigner came in that made me start he was so singular looking. He looked like he'd just gotten off the ship in steerage from Ireland. Even in the dim bar lights it was obvious he was a shocking bright redhead. His full head of hair was combed straight back and he had a well-trimmed full red beard to match it. His eyebrows were, oddly, so light colored as to appear white. He had one of those Celtic pug noses to go with the package, and a very shapely and sensuous mouth. He wasn't what you would call handsome, but it was an arresting face. I could tell little else about him in the dimness of the bar except he was very tall, perhaps two meters. He was dressed in a loose tee shirt, not tucked in, and tight jeans. His height was increased by the heels of his cowboy boots. I glanced away hoping to not appear to be staring, as I was.

It was obvious the bartender recognized him. He just nodded and went through a door at the back of the bar. A well-dressed Thai, who had to be management, emerged from an observation cubicle and smiled welcomingly. The foreigner launched into a long spiel about specified bar boys that were to be sent to his residence after 11PM. I later learned that if you decided you fancied spending the night with one of the bar boys, you had to pay a very steep buy-out fee to the bar if you wanted to take the boy home before the bar closed at midnight, mandatory closing time. This fee was somewhat less after eleven.

The management sort was smiling politely and nodding as the foreigner spoke, nodding in a way I had come to rapidly know meant he understood nothing of what was being said. I decided, at risk, to try to help. "Excuse me," I said, "but I don't think that fellow understands anything you're saying. I speak some Thai. Would you like me to try and interpret?"

The foreigner looked at me gratefully, "would you? I've lived here five years and can't make a start on this language. All those tones and whatever." I replied, "sure, what is it you need said?"

The foreigner gestured over his shoulder at a very stocky and muscular-looking Thai standing near the front entrance of the bar. "Just tell the manager to have his bouncer send some of the boys there," he gestured at the gaggle of bar boys, "to my place sometime after 11 tonight. The guy knows who and where to bring them."

The assignment was not too difficult. I made the polite two-hand gesture called a wai in Thai to the manager and said in my best Thai what the foreigner had asked. I was very pleased when the manager stopped nodding politely and gave me a look of genuine comprehension. He nodded and walked around the end of the bar to go talk to the bouncer.

"Thanks kid, good of you to do that. The things one puts up with for entertainment." I started a bit at the address term of 'kid' and looked more closely at the redhead. I noted that he had to be older than I had first assumed, with crow's feet at his eyes and other signs. "Listen, my name's Rufous, it means…"

"Red," I chimed in, "red in Latin. Seems a very apt name," I nodded at his flaming hair and beard. Rufous hit his forehead in mock despair, "another of you educated sorts. Let me guess, you teach English." I laughed and nodded, "and I'm Isaac."

Rufous laughed as well and held out his hand to shake. I shook his hand and noticed he had very virile forearms, well pelted with curling red hair. He held my hand in the grip just that bit longer than most men would. "Yes, it is an apt name. I was born with a cap of this red hair and my father hit on that name right away. He was a Latin teacher." He seemed to change gears. "What's a young fellow like you doing here at this hour? This place doesn't get going until about eleven, and they don't have to close at midnight since they have a cabaret." I gestured at the stage. "I came for the transvestite show, but didn't know it doesn't start until midnight."

Rufous looked around. "Let me buy you that beer at least, Isaac. Recompense for your services as it were." Rufous took the chit for my beer out of the holder and waved at the bartender. He took the chit, and simply nodded and pulled out a small ledger to make a note. I was impressed that Rufous was someone with serious enough pockets to have an account at someplace that was as astronomically expensive as Harry's seemed to me.

Rufous looked at me speculatively. "You seem a likely young man, Isaac. I'd be glad to let you have beers on my tab until the show. But you're here alone, and it is fun, I suppose, if a bit tawdry. Would you perhaps like slightly more genuine if kinky amusements, by any chance?" I looked at him. He was sitting very close to me and his presence was disturbing, in the right ways. "Kinky? I asked. What do you mean?" Rufous smiled. "Well, on selected Friday nights like this one, I have a kind of open party for friends, congenial acquaintances, and certain business associates. In theory, anything goes, and in practice, it usually does. That's what I'm ordering up those boys for, just a bit of spicing things up, like." He waggled his light colored eyebrows for emphasis, like Groucho Marx.

I didn't think long. I could watch the show alone and go home to the guesthouse. Or, I could, I didn't know what. But it sounded interesting. "I'd like that, I think." "Good," Rufous nodded, "let's go. I have no idea what my guests will get up to when I'm not there."

I left the beer and we left Harry's. Rufous led purposefully out of the small lanes to Wireless Road and flagged a taxi. He managed to give an address on Sukhumvit Rd. in understandable Thai, but with hopeless tones. We got in. Sukhumvit is the main drag of the foreign enclave of Bangkok. Small sois, or lanes, branched off in unplanned chaos on both sides of the street. Even at the time of night, the street was choked with cars and we inched. Rufous sat close to me in the cab. I was glad that cabs in Bangkok had become both air conditioned and metered. I would have hated to hear Rufous try to bargain in Thai, and I was getting disturbingly turned on. The cab at last turned off of the big street onto a lane no. 49, and Rufous leaned close. "You know, Isaac, there are traditions of coming to entertainments chez Rufous." I was about to answer when the taxi stopped.

Rufous paid the fare and we got out. We approached a very large walled compound. I nearly laughed as the sign on the gate proclaimed it 'Natural Park'. As if anything in Bangkok was natural. Entering, one saw several blocks of four story apartments. I started when I noticed that despite being four stories tall, the blocks had only two levels of apartments per building. The apartments had to be two stories tall. I decided I was in a truly high rent district. Rufous led the way and we entered the ground level unit on the end of one of the large blocks. I was taken aback at the opulence of the décor, after my guesthouse. It had a fairly long entry hall which, in good Thai fashion, was a place to remove shoes. There were three-tier shoe racks on both walls of the hall, and two plush rattan chairs in which to sit to remove one's footgear. Rufous folded himself into one of the chairs and with effort pulled off his large cowboy boots. I removed my trainers and placed them on one of the racks. I noticed a wide of assortment of shoes that could not have fitted the long slender feet of my host and decided the party was indeed in progress. Rufous gestured me to follow him, and I did.

We came into the main room of the apartment. I was about to keel over from the effect but felt a gentle elbow from Rufous. He was removing his tee shirt and starting on his jeans. "Natural Park, young Isaac, and natural is the word for my parties." He dropped his clothes into an umbrella stand in the form of what I hoped was not a real elephant foot.

Naked, Rufous was oddly magnificent. I doubted he lifted weights but he was compact and fit, defined. His proportions added to the picture, as his torso was very long and fine. Below his neck he sported a fleece of hair covering his tight, fine pectorals and a thick trail ran down his long belly; but it did not jive with his flagrant red hair. It was positively red-orange, and given the man showng it, had me turned on. What stopped me was his penis. Flaccid, it was as long as many erections I'd fooled with in one way or another. It hung down about seven inches long in repose, narrow and snake-like. The explosion of red-orange pubic hair that covered it and the long-hanging balls that complemented it simply enhanced its masculinity. The wicked cut head of the thing was at least almost two inches long. I was fascinated.

Rufous came over as I looked for a place for my meager packet of clothing, and just put it next to his elephant umbrella place. "Hmm," he murmured, running a finger down the trail of hair that goes down my belly, "looks like I didn't misjudge. We will." I followed him, somewhat mystified.

The main room of his apartment was stunning. The two-story structure was immediately evident. The reception or living room simply had about a more than twenty foot ceiling. It was huge. The second floor landing, off of which I assumed the bedrooms were located, was like a gallery around the central space. Nothing obscured the central reception room which soared to the tall final ceiling. It was furnished with fine comfortable furniture in settings. All was covered with throws or bedspreads and the reason was obvious. There were at least three couples of guys actively fucking in various positions over the furniture. One was quite creative, with the fucker lying on his back on a sofa and the fuckee over him on his back, his leg crooked over the back of the sofa so he could control how he covered his partner with his ass.

We entered this floorshow and were beset by one more furnishing of Rufous' amusement, a midget. He was a very handsome man, but only about three and a half feet tall. He stood on a coffee table waving a kind of cane that would have gone with a formal tails outfit. He had a well-proportioned body and an attractive fall of hair across his diminutive but fine pecs. He was bizarre only because his sexual equipment was human normal, if small. On a usual guy, it would be a bit sad, but on him it was completely Priapic. He shook his cane at Rufous.

"Zere is ze Rufous, where has ze Rufous been?"

I almost fell over laughing at the guy's bad movie French accent, but apparently it was real. Rufous pointed, "Isaac, this is Andre. He is the doyen of the Bangkok mi-," Rufous stopped and winked theatrically at me, "the Bangkok little people. Andre, this is Isaac."

"Ah ze Rufous finds ze beautiful boys. Hello beautiful boy. Andre is glad to see such beautiful boys. But ze Rufous is bad, he leaves his guests, he goes, he comes. And now?"

"I was arranging entertainment Andre," said Rufous, "and I don't need scolding from my guests, however small."

"Ah ze Rufous makes fun of Andre. He is small, but Andre will not entertain ze snake, never zat up ze rear of Andre. No!"

Rufous nudged me with an elbow. "Those who have fucked him say it's the tightest, finest ass they've ever put it to. I don't know. He seems to fancy you."

I had no answer. I was disoriented, and the idea of having sex with a little person was quite beyond my ambitions at the time. I had no idea what was next, but there was the sound of a doorbell. Rufous pulled a pair of drawstring pants out of his umbrella holder and answered the door. He returned with four boys from Harry's. They all shed their clothes and left them in neat piles in the entry hall. Rufous approached me with one of them.

"Well, young Isaac, here's my present to you." The fellow in question was very muscular, obviously a lifter, but Chinese guys did not turn me on. He was also slightly blank in the face. I was puzzled. "Yes, young Isaac, the fellow here is totally deaf, and speaks little. But, my boy, he has other oral skills that will turn you inside out." With that, Rufous urged the fellow on me.

The fellow both escorted and pushed me to sit on one of the sofas. He knelt and took my cock in his mouth and proceeded to demonstrate demon wizardry of head. I had no idea of what he was doing. His lips and tongue did things I did not imagine real. I was melting in my seat as the boy rearranged my cock. His repertoire seemed to have no end. Like I said, I'm sizable. But this guy was tickling the base of my prick with his tongue while the rest of it was down his throat. I was inching towards the be all of orgasms and it occurred. I exploded in the guy's mouth, coming as I seldom had. It seemed to spurt on and on, until my cock was depleted.

I came to after coming. Rufous was looking at me expectantly. "Well, young fellow, was it good?" I could only gesture. My cock was still vibrating and such. "Oh yes," I said. I became aware that the snake was erect. It was fascinating. It was so long that it did not get totally hard. It was simply the longest cock I'd ever seen. "Shall we go upstairs." asked Rufous? I didn't have words to refuse, and.

We went up stairs which to the gallery that surrounded the main room. Rufous unhooked a key from around his neck. and opened a bedroom. "This is my sanctum," he said, "the other bedrooms are open for use on party nights like this. But this is mine." I followed him into a huge master suite. It was magnificent. The entry end was a kind of European bathroom. The toilet was in its own closet, and the sink was simply there, and the bath. Rufous looked at me, "shall we get clean young Isaac? It was a long trip here."

Rufous went to the big bath/shower and turned on the water. I was fascinated as it had four showerheads on the wall, not vertical but coming at you from the nearly horizontal. Rufous beaconed me in behind the glass door of the stall. I was not used to the water pressure in the place. The Lovely Guest House had hot water, but it piddled. We got in and got wet. Rufous pulled me to him and we simply started to rub. It was sensuous. It didn't matter my cock was depleted from the magic head of the boy from Harry's. Rufous pulled out a bottle of liquid soap and simply soaped us both up. The red-orange pelt on his chest turned me on to the point I didn't care about much except the moment. He ran a finger up my ass and said, "it's time, boy, I like it in the shower."

"Ok, young Isaac, I think it best if you assume doggie. It makes it easier for me to take you." I slowly got down on my knees on the hard tile floor of the shower with four showerheads wetting us all about. I put my head down on my arms with my ass raised. I glanced back and saw that Rufous was soaping his prodigious cock. I was quivering in anticipation and a bit in fear. I felt Rufous kneel with his knees outside of my legs and his hands spread the cheeks of my ass. He fitted the head of the snake into my ass and slid it in slow. I was glad his prick had no great girth, as it would have split me apart. His entry seemed to take forever, and finally he seemed full in as I felt his crotch against my ass. He began thrusting slowly.

I yelled, "you bastard", as his cock found places that hadn't been had and would never again. He seemed to know how to use his amazing instrument, as there was no quick hard thrusting. He would slide himself out almost all the way and take me to the hilt again. He simply fucked me senseless. I have no idea how long our aquatic screw session lasted. He changed to keeping his length almost all the way in and began a faster rhythm of short withdrawals and returns. He finally shouted, "damn kid I am coming", as the cock out of bad novels spurted in my rear. He withdrew, and helped me up. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me, his beard tickling. We soaped each other again briefly and then rinsed. Rufous turned off the water. Getting out of the shower, he reached to a pile of most luxurious towels and handed me one. We just sort of dried while kissing a bit. "Damn, kid, you're good. A most well met thing to see you at Harry's. We got dry and just sort of left his room. He carefully locked it behind him.

The odd orgy in his main reception room was still in full swing. Guys were draped over the most of the furniture, and the boys from Harry's were being majorly used. I was taken aback when a new guy came in. I hate the word, but he was pretty. He wore a chambray work shirt and jeans. He sat on the floor to remove boot socks that spoke of hard work. He had a nice cap of dark brown hair cut short and a well trimmed mustache and goatee. And the most beautiful blue eyes I'd seen, I just stared. He removed his shirt and jeans and was, well, he was. His body was not muscular in the lifter way with clear definition, it was simply masculine and fine, slender and tight. A fall of light chestnut colored hair curled between his prominent nipples and continued down his flat belly. I did not know what to say, he was so compellingly good looking.

"Hello," he said you're new to Rufous'" "Yes," I managed, we met at Harry's and he brought me here. "Oh," he said, so "you've been had?" "Uh, yup, we just had a bath fuck in the master suite. Made my asshole new." "Yes, that's the way of it with new guests. I'm Jean," he pronounced it in the French manner "Yes. it's one of the customs of the place, I would bet Rufous didn't explain. New guests to R's parties are expected to fuck with the host."

I noticed also his cock was beautiful. It was uncut, the foreskin covering the head, and straight with a noticeable vein along the top. Given the situation, I simply reached to take hold of it. Jean's cock went hard very quickly in my hand. "After Rufous, you're up for more action?" he asked. "Oh, yes," I said, moving in to kiss him. We went into clinch, just kissing sensuously and our hands finding each other's cocks. Jean was leaning against the wall just inside the entrance hall. I found myself getting so turned on my hips were bucking as we caressed cocks.

Suddenly I heard a voice behind me. "Jean, I was hoping you'd be coming tonight." We broke the clinch and I turned around to look at the speaker.

He was without a doubt the handsomest, shall we say advanced mature man I had ever encountered. He was tall, perhaps six-four, and the way he held himself suggested a lifelong sportsman, or hiker, or simply man of action. He had a full but thinning head of positively snow-white hair, cut in a sort of flat top combed back slightly. In virile contrast, his full but well-trimmed beard and mustache was mixed white, dark gray, and black. His face was long and well formed, with a broad forehead, an aquiline, straight nose, and a long firm chin with a slight cleft obvious even through the beard. He had the body of an aging athlete. He'd obviously lifted weights in his youth, as he had very broad shoulders and still firm, defined pectorals and good biceps; if he had gone somewhat slack in his abdominals. This was a minor defect given the length of his torso and his athletic posture. His manly chest was covered with a matted pelt of a white to match the hair on his head while the hair that frizzed his arms and very well muscled legs was similarly tricolor like his beard. His age seemed to have had no effect on his cock; it was long, sizable, cut and rock hard, standing up at a forty-five degree angle from his crotch. He was imposing.

He familiarly put one arm around my shoulder and the other around Jean's shoulder. He and Jean kissed as sensuously as we had just been. He broke it off, looked briefly at me and then back at Jean, and said "sorry to find you previously engaged. Who's your new friend?" "Ah, not exactly friend, we just met, but this is Isaac. Isaac, this is Steve." Steve rubbed both our shoulders in a friendly manner. "Glad to meet you, Isaac. Funny, the way you guys were getting it on, you didn't seem like chance met acquaintances." "Well, Steve, Isaac here started things and I was just responding."

It seemed slightly peculiar that this sort of neutrally sexual conversation was taking place with Jean, Steve and me in a close three-way embrace. Steve's wiry chest hair was tickling my nipple, and our cocks were randomly touching as we talked. Steve moved his hand from my shoulder to run it down my back to fondle my ass. I found myself putting my own arm around his waist and similarly stroked his still-firm hairy ass. Steve's belly resonated with a bass, "Mm. Would you boys like to see if one of the guest rooms is free and we can figure out what three guys can get up to?" As Steve's big finger played with the entrance to my ass, I managed to blurt out, "y-yes, if Jean wants to." "You don't need to worry, Isaac, Jean wants to," I heard, half lost in this standing three-way arousal.

We broke off the embrace and walked off as a trio, arms around each other's waists, and headed for the stairs, three guys totally erect. We looked no odder than what was going on all over the reception room furniture. We climbed the stairs to the gallery that surrounded the two-story reception room. Steve and Jean seemed to know where to go. We headed for two doors around the corner of the gallery from the door to Rufous' huge master suite. Steve opened the first door and we were treated to the sight of the bed and even the carpet covered with guys engaged in what would help illustrate a manual of male sexual postures. Steve closed the door and we went to the second door. Steve opened it, and remarkably, it was empty. We went in.

Compared to the master suite it was almost Spartan, but it actually had the aspect of a well-appointed hotel room. Central was a very large bed. There was nightstand next to it, a vanity with mirror to one side, and a large clothes wardrobe. We sort of stumbled in, surprised to find the room unoccupied, and were aroused and eager. We tumbled onto the bed in a heap and simply began writhing around firing each other up. In the various combinations, I ended up in a clinch with Steve and it was almost a terminal turnon. I love to kiss bearded men as I find it esthetically pleasing, and at the same time his very hairy chest abraded the entire of my upper body. I was fairly shivering with lust. Steve broke off the embrace slightly and smiled, "young Isaac, you are a well-met new find."

Eventually, we arranged ourselves in an approximate triangle in the middle of the bed, sucking each other's cocks. By good luck, Steve was sucking mine. His luxuriant mustache tickled the shaft of my cock as he applied himself, and his skills at giving head were almost equal to those of the bar boy from Harry's who had turned me inside out downstairs. I was sucking Jean, and I similarly like to suck uncut men. Playing with the foreskin while you do the cock is fun. And, Jean was sucking Steve. For a time, the only sounds in the room were the slurps and licks of cocksucking, and little moans of pleasure. I had to exert every ounce of control to keep from coming in Steve's mouth, but I knew there had to be more to this combination than just giving head. Finally, Steve released my prick and said in a tight voice, "boys, lets have a barbecue, and I'll be the rotisserie. Nothing like the energy of youth to invigorate an old man."

The triangle broke up, and I backed away, unsure of where to be. Steve assumed a kind of doggie position, on his knees while supporting himself on his outstretched arms. He gestured Jean to the front of him. Jean walked on his knees in front of Steve, and knelt upright while Steve began to suck his cock. I hesitated, and Steve broke off his attention to Jean and looked over his shoulder at me. "Isaac, boy, there's lube in the nightstand drawer. Get yourself ready and fuck me." He resumed sucking Jean's cock.

Completely turned on, I fumbled in the drawer and found a tube of lube. I applied some to my rampant cock and moved to kneel upright with my knees straddling Steve's calves. I used my hand to guide my cockhead to the target and entered him. His ass was fairly stretched but hot, and I was totally in lust as I'd never been in a situation like this. Steve muttered around Jean's cock, "fuck me boy, damn you're good and big." I proceeded to do as Steve ordered. I began thrusting and Jean and I smiled at each other as the barbecue continued. Without letting up on my stroking, I bent over Steve's back and ran my hand through his thick chest hair down to play with his cock. He let up on Jean's cock and said simply, "leave it boy, I'll take my pleasure when you guys have had yours."

I did as ordered and we simply moved. We sort of vibrated with the moves of Steve's head as he earnestly sucked and played with Jean's cock, and me thrusting to get my prick as deep into Steve's ass as I could. After a time I couldn't count, Jean threw his head back and moaned, and it was obvious he was coming. Steve was still and took Jean's entire orgasm in his mouth while Jean shuddered with pleasure. Finally, Jean fell back on the bed, his cock still fully erect with cum leaking down the shaft. Steve said, "that was good, nothing like young cum. Now young Isaac, fuck me good and hard." In invitation, he lowered his head down to rest on his folded arms on the bed. I applied myself, upping the pace and burying my cock as deep as I could in his ass with each thrust. Finally I felt that tickle and my own floodgates burst. I bent and grasped Steve's waist as I poured myself into him. I had seldom cum so achingly good, and when I was finally finished, knelt upright and pulled out. Steve rolled onto his side and smiled, "you're hot boy, that was good." He gestured to a door next to the bed. "There's a bathroom in there, if you want to clean up a bit."

I did. I went into a small but full bathroom which obviously connected with the other, crowded guest room. There was a pile of wash cloths and towels next to the sink. While I washed, I idly wondered how Rufous handled laundry and such after an affair like this. I decided if he could afford an apartment like this, he had servants and such to take care of it. I dried myself and headed back to the bedroom.

Upon entering, I found Steve fucking Jean, both of them on their sides. Jean had one leg in the air, supported with one hand, and his other hand was pounding the bed, his mouth open in a kind of silent scream. With the experience of age, Steve obviously knew how to fuck. I sat on the edge of the bed and just watched. Despite the fact I had cum twice already during the evening and was spent, I felt little twinges of arousal, it was so erotic. The only sounds in the room were small moans from Jean and the sound of Steve's balls slapping Jean's ass as he fucked him.. Steve spun it out for some time, but finally said tightly, "here it comes, boy." Steve thrust full into Jean, shuddering with his back arched as he came. Finally both of them sort of slumped into relaxation, and Jean dropped his leg. Steve withdrew from Jean's ass and rolled deftly off the bed, heading for the bathroom as I had. He paused at the door and smiled. "Good to have found you two in such circumstances, that was just fine."

Jean sat up on the bed. "Damn, that man fucks me silly, and he sucks me dry at the same time. Who says sex with older men isn't good?" I had no answer. Steve reemerged from the bathroom and said, "well, young fellows, shall we rejoin the party? I need a drink." We exited the guest room and went to do as Steve suggested. We padded down the stairs and encountered Rufous standing near a sofa near the foot of the stairs with the Chinese wonder boy busily giving him head. I was fascinated at how much of Rufous' length the boy could fit down his throat. Rufous saw us and gave me a theatrical wink. This was interrupted by the obvious fact he was cumming. He threw his head back and lifted one arm behind his neck. I wondered if he was being theatrical or the intensity of his orgasm caused the posture. Remembering the skills of the Chinese boy sucking him, I decided on the latter.

Steve and Jean seemed to know where the kitchen was and headed that way. I was about to follow when I heard a high-pitched voice call, "beautiful boy." I looked and there was Andre, standing on the same coffee table. It was convenient, however, as it brought it him to an almost equal height of a big person so you could talk to him. "Andre, I am not beautiful boy, my name is Isaac."

"Where has ze Isaac been, Andre has been looking for him." I decided to be blunt, "upstairs fucking." Andre looked at me slyly. 'Ah ze amusements of ze Rufous' parties. Andre fancies ze beautiful Isaac, does Isaac fancy ze Andre?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" Andre threw his arms out in a histrionic gesture. I thought that if he were normal sized I would fancy him, as he was quite attractive. He said, "Andre would like ze beautiful Isaac to fuck him too." He looked sly again. "Andre does not offer zis to many. Would Isaac like zis?"

I was taken aback. The weirdness of the evening was taking its toll. I'd been given wizard head by a deaf Chinese bar boy, fucked by a monstrously hung redhead, and participated in a barbecue three-way. I decided that sex with a midget, no I mentally corrected, a little person was definitely on the menu. I reached to play with the hair on Andre's small but muscular chest, and suddenly found myself falling into the odd speech habits of Andre in referring to everything nearly in the third person. "Isaac would like to have sex with Andre, but Isaac has just fucked." I nearly slapped myself on the forehead. "Really, Andre, I just came. I'd like to take you up on your offer, but you'll have to give me time to recharge. Say, about an hour if that's ok with you."

Andre smiled winningly. He reached out with his tiny hand and fingered my resolutely flaccid penis. "Andre can wait. Andre wants to enjoy zis lovely cock." I came forward and caressed his back down to his tight little ass. "Ok, when I think I can get it up again, I'll look for you." "Yes, yes, Andre will wait."

With that, I headed in the direction of where Steve and Jean had gone. I found myself in a well-appointed kitchen. I was amazed again at the expense Rufous went to. Bottles of the expensive brands of Scotch and brandy that Thais favored were laid out. I bypassed these and went to the fridge to find a small beer. Steve and Jean were leaning against the counter past the fridge talking. I opened my beer and joined them. "What took you?" asked Jean. I took a sip of beer. "That little person, Andre, stopped me. He wants me to have sex with him." Steve positively leered. "Go for it. The few guys I've met here who have had him say it's incomparable. Hard to get it in there but they say it's the best fuck going." I fondled Steve's cock. "You weren't bad." Steve reached in and kissed me. "I'm a well-used old man, kid. And you're good at it too."

I found being in intimate contact with my three-way mates was recharging my batteries much faster than I would have thought possible. I felt stirrings in my cock. Jean came close and fondled me. "Are we getting a hardon already?" He pulled me to him and rubbed his hairy chest up and down mine. We both looked down, and I was half-hard. "Ah yes," said Jean, "we're getting there. Let me be your fluffer, there's a little person that wants to enjoy this fine cock of yours." With that, he knelt on the kitchen floor and began to suck my cock, which responded. Steve reached in and caressed my balls. I found myself involuntarily grasping Jean's head to get him to take more of my almost fully hard cock in his mouth. He did so and then released me and ran his tongue up the underside of my shaft. My fully erect prick fairly bounced with the blood beating in it. Steve laughed, "I think you're ready to fuck, young Isaac, go have some little person."

I looked for Andre in the reception room and found him watching a rather physically complicated combination of guys on and over and behind a sofa. His cock was erect and looked even more out of proportion to his size in that condition. "Hey, Andre, are you ready? I am" Andre looked around. "Oh la la, ze Isaac's cock is hard so quick after ze fucking? Oh yes, Andre is ready for zat beautiful cock." He came over and sort of reached out to feel my cock, not reach down, but almost reach up. With him standing on the ground, our disproportionate sizes were all the more obvious. "We'd better go up to one of the guest rooms. I think we'll need some lube for this." Andre looked almost impatient, "well, let us go."

We set off for the stairs. I felt terribly conspicuous, as it looked like I was taking my little brother for an outing, with both of us naked. No one paid us any attention, except for Rufous, who was sitting simply watching the salacious goings on at his party. He made a circle of his thumb and forefinger, and a smile parted his red beard. I must have blushed. We climbed the stairs and headed for the guest rooms. I checked the first and by a second miracle, it was empty. We entered.

It was almost hysterical, trying to make out before sex with a man three and a half feet tall. We tried a bit of kissing, and I certainly could reach Andre's cock but he could hardly reach down to caress mine. We tried moving to a sixty-nine and if Andre got into position to suck me, there was nothing I could do for him. He managed to get the head of my cock into his small mouth and gave me perfectly good diminutive head, which helped maintain my still tenuous erection. I reached over to the nightstand drawer, from which Steve had produced the lube and found some. While he labored to suck my cock, I squeezed a liberal amount of lube on one finger and inserted it between the tight little globes of his ass. I figured we'd need a good bit. Andre released my cock and positively hissed, "yess, yess, zat is it. Andre is ready for ze Isaac's fine cock."

I decided moving to the main event was a good idea, as the preliminaries weren't working so well. I quickly applied a very liberal amount of the stuff to my cock. "Andre, how, or in what position do you usually do this with a big person?" Andre answered by turning on one side and bending at the waist so his tight ass was prominently presented. I positioned myself so I could take him. I felt almost like a child molester, but the very kinkiness of the situation spurred me onwards. I reached over with one hand to fondle his cock to try to alleviate somewhat whatever pain he might feel when I entered him. With the other I took hold of my cock and tried to guide myself in. I found his ring, but as Steve had said, it was difficult getting in. A series of fairly vigorous thrusts on my part and I finally got the head of my cock past his last defenses. He gave little squawks at each thrust but seemed otherwise ok with our getting connected.

I began to slide my cock into his ass, and it was my turn to groan. It was the finest, tightest ass I'd ever placed my prick in. I was glad it was my third bout of the night, or I would have come just getting my cock full in on the first thrust. Andre groaned again, "yess, ze Isaac's cock is so fine. Fuck Andre." I complied. I began to fuck him slowly. I sank my cock in to the hilt with each thrust, but tried not to do anything too hard. Restraint was hard as the feel of fucking Andre was like a tight silken glove was grasping my cock as I slid it into his little ass. As the sensuous feelings intensified, I lifted his upper leg in the air with my hand to allow me to get all the way in and I upped the pace. I was totally insensate the fucking was so good. "Oh, oh, oh," Andre grunted in rhythm with my thrusts, "ze fucking is so good, uh."

I finally could hold on no longer. My diminished third orgasm gave a rush of pleasure up the length of my cock and I groaned as I spurted. Finally, completely drained, I released Andre's leg, and withdrew my cock slowly from his ass. "Oh, Andre," I said stupidly, "that was so good it was surreal." Andre rolled over onto his other side to face me. "Yes ze fucking was some of ze best. Isaac is so good. But Isaac?" I heard the question mark and said simply, "yes?" "Would Isaac let Andre fuck him now?" I noticed his un-little person-sized cock was still very erect. I thought only for a moment. Getting fucked by a little person seemed no more absurd than fucking one. "Of course, Andre, but have you fucked many big people?" He looked shy, "no."

I thought for a moment on the mechanics of this, and had an idea. I reached for the tube of lube and said, "here, Andre, lube your cock." He took the tube and did so. "So now?" he asked. I rolled onto my back, lifted both legs in the air and split them straight out in a vee, which raised my ass to an accessible height. He got the idea and walked on his knees to assume the position. I'd been fucked in this position by normal sized guys, but the sight of this little person between the vee of my legs almost had me laughing. I managed to rein it in. I felt the probing head of his cock, and grunted when he took my ass without an ounce of restraint.

"Oh, zis is so good. Andre is fucked, but Andre seldom fucks." He proceeded to do just that, thrusting with the force and rapidity of a miniature jackhammer. I sort of yipped at the assault on my ass and was glad his cock was no bigger than it was. It seemed Andre used no control and just gave himself up to his fucking. The onslaught lasted only a couple minutes. Suddenly Andre groaned, "oh, Andre is cummminnng, ah!" He lodged his cock full in and simply shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm. When he was finally spent, he simply fell back on the bed and sighed. I carefully lowered my legs so I didn't kick the little man. I got off the bed to go to the bathroom and clean up a bit, but Andre just lay there with a pleased smile on his face making a satisfied mmm noise.

"Andre, I'm going to go on downstairs to the party again." Andre waved his hand. "Yes, yes, go to ze party. Andre will remain here to remember ze fucking, so good."

I went around the corner of the gallery and down the stairs. Going down the stairs, I found I had a committee of inquiry at the bottom. Steve and Jean were standing there looking expectant and Rufous looking confident. Jean gave me a dazzling smile, which only made him more handsome, "so, how was it?"

I tried to look nonchalant, and then almost cracked up. "It was fantastic, like Steve said, incomparable. If he was your first sex of the evening you'd come the minute you put it to that ass." We all elbowed each other like guys at a sports bar, talking about past conquests. I decided not to mention I'd let Andre fuck me too. While we were talking, there was a general movement of guys towards the entry hall to find their clothes, shoes, and leave.

I looked at Rufous. "Are things breaking up?" Rufous shrugged. "Yup, usually does about this time. Most guys have cum about as many times as they're able by now and," he glanced at a clock I couldn't see, "it's almost 2AM." As if on cue, Jean and Steve each kissed me and went to find their own clothes. I felt almost the same as I had at Harry's when they told me the show wouldn't start for another three hours. I had a long hike out to Sukhumvit Rd. and then had to hope to find a taxi for the long ride home.

Rufous seemed to sense this. "Isaac, I never asked, do you live far from here?" I nodded forlornly. "All the way over by Thammasat University." Rufous shook his head. "You can't make it there at this time of night. Why don't you stay the night here? I'll arrange to get you home tomorrow."

I thought of all that had gone on atop the bed linens in the guestrooms. "That would be great. But I hope you don't mind my asking, but I'd like a change of sheets and stuff to put on one of the guestroom beds." Rufous answered by moving closer, putting a long arm around my waist and doing his Groucho Marx bit with his light-colored eyebrows. "Hell, boy, I meant spend the night sleeping with me."

I thought about the snake and other possibilities, and decided this sounded like a fine idea. "That would be great."

By this time the last guests were in the entry hall putting on their shoes. Rufous saw them out the front door and locked up. He came back, put his arm around my waist, and we started up the stairs to his sanctum.