Yeah hi again, it's me Wolf. I know my buddy Isaac, down in Bangkok has been telling you his stories for a while, but I thought I'd tell one from when I first started teaching English as a Second Language in Chiang Mai, and when I was a lot more naïve about being gay.

I hope you remember. I'm tall, blond, Germanic looking, pretty well built if slender, wispy blond mustache is the only facial foliage I can grow. At this point I was pretty new to whole gay scene. I'd played straight in college, and had only begun to get my feet wet in the shallow end of the gay pool in light of Thai society's much looser attitude about guys being openly gay.

If you remember, I had managed to get a job teaching English as a Second Language (ESL) at an International School in Chiang Mai, a city in the North of Thailand. The pay was peanuts compared to American schools, but I had an ESL post-graduate certificate and at least had regular employment and an assured visa. I rented a single room apartment, paid an exorbitant price for a 100cc Honda 'Dream' motorcycle, and settled into my duties. The school I taught at was one where upscale Thais sent their kids for better education and, especially, better English teaching than they would find even in the best Thai private schools, as well as the resident diplomatic brats attending.

For a not overly large city, Chiang Mai had a remarkable number of gay bars. It was a Friday and only the second time I'd gone to the Siamese Pussycat to watch the midnight go-go boy show. The first time I had admired the gyrations of the muscular Thai dancing boys and had gone home and jerked off.

While I was watching the show, an older guy with a much younger Thai boy in tow came in and sat down next to me.

I should explain that foreigners over 55, with a regular retirement income, can get a yearly renewable visa to stay in Thailand. Many people choose to take advantage of that as their retirement income stretches further. There is a large population of older gay men in Chiang Mai, who not only like the lower cost of living, but also the fact that it is easy to hook up with a very young companion. Young Thai gays appreciate the comfortable berth of being kept by these older foreigners. I had heard other guys in the city refer to these companions as keptboys.

For clothes, spending money, further gifts of expensive gold jewelry, and such the keptboys became the exclusive companion of the older gay keeping them at any given time. Arguments in and breakups of this particular sort of relationship were frequent.

The older guy was dressed in black jeans and a black tee shirt with a heavy metal band logo on it, like his kind of punk but handsome companion. The older guy wore a shockingly expensive number of high gold content Thai chains around his scrawny neck.

"Darling, you're too, too Teutonic. What's your name?" "Ah, Wolf. Wolf Mutsvoll" "Too outré. I'm Maurice." He looked at me as if this should mean something to me. "Don't tell me you've never heard of Maurice! Everyone in our community knows Maurice."

"Glad to meet you, but I'm afraid I've never heard your name before." "An omission we've solved now, he said. "Well let's be direct; I give these sort of open house affairs twice a month for a kind of club. It's called LEO, ah, that's short for Let Everything Out.

"Basically we're gay nudists, and when you come in the front door, you remove all your clothes. Most us are, ah, mature sorts but we have our companions about. We like to have a few younger foreign sorts around as, shall we say, invigorating scenery. We arrange one of the bedrooms in the venue as a sort of 'play room', if you get my drift." With that, he gave his companion next to him a meaningful glance. The boy was talking to the bartender in Thai and missed this.

I wondered what to do. This old guy had simply ascertained that I was sitting in a gay bar and he thought me good looking, and had invited me to an organized party. The idea of being nude and this play room was daunting, but interesting, and salacious.

His companion was only about eighteen, and better looking than the average run of keptboys I had seen on the street. He had an almost aquiline nose, black eyes surrounded by thick lashes, and a decidedly sensuous mouth. He had trained his thick head of black hair into the hairstyle that was all the rage with young Thai men. It was longish, parted in the middle, and trained so the front locks fell in a carefully trained inward curl that framed his face in a kind of parentheses. His tee shirt was sufficiently tight to show that he had a slim, tautly muscled upper body.

I thought I had to get beyond the stage of looking at go-go boys and going to bed with my sturdy left hand. I decided to get my feet wet. "I'd like to come. I'm sort of new to the, ah, community and would like to meet some other folks."

"That's settled then. Now, do you know the Mae Ping Condominium?" "Isn't that the big one on the river, next to the Nakhon Ping Bridge, I asked." "The very one. Mine is 14 B. We start at oneish in the afternoon. And eat a light breakfast, my caterers lay out a scrumptious buffet."

By this time, the dancers were taking a break. Maurice looked over and noticed his companion was in a fairly intimate conversation with one of the go-go boys. He was good-looking, muscular, and clad only in a gold jock strap and clumpy trainers. I had seen the guy lifting at my gym.

Maurice said, "Daeng, I'm tired. The show's over so let's go home." They got up to go. But, Daeng threw me a sort of come-hither smile over his shoulder as Maurice led the pair out of the door. I decided to go home too. I learned later that I could have taken either of the go-go boys home from the bar for sex, or even the bartender, for a modest fee, but I was too naïve.

The next day I showered, and shaved what little I have to shave, and dressed. I got on my cycle and headed off to the condo. Thais call foreigners 'farangs', and we teachers had jokingly dubbed our cycles farangmobiles. Four wheeled transport is ungodly expensive in Thailand due to taxes and most farangs get about on Honda 'Dreams' or similar small motorcycles.

The condominium was situated on the banks of the Ping River, which bisects the city; a huge building which was truly an eyesore. I parked my cycle in the cycle parking section of the structure's multi-level parking garage and took and elevator to the 14th floor. Maurice's condo fronted onto a kind of roof garden, which made it the penthouse of the place, but there were other units on higher floors.

I knocked on the door, which was answered by Daeng. He gave me a smile similar to his parting shot in the bar the night before. "Oh, Mr. Wolf, you come. Mr. Maurice, he afraid you not come." Daeng was indeed as attractive naked as I had thought he would be

I followed Daeng into the entry hall of Maurice's condo. After removing my shoes in good Thai style, I. expanded the custom to the rest of my clothing, as I noted the foyer contained several large shopping bags containing the rest of Maurice's guests' clothing.

Totally naked, I somewhat hesitantly approached the entrance to the living room. The large living room of the condo contained about twenty men all totally nude. I noted that the bulk of them were indeed 'mature', and their states of bodily preservation were not what you would usually call esthetic.

Maurice spied me and came wafting over. He was thin and relatively well preserved, and his neck clanked with its load of gold chains. "Wolf, how wonderful you could make it." He gave me a visual examination as if judging a show dog, "darling, you're as nice to look at as I thought you'd be. You'll be positively decorative in this group, and such a nice contrast to Mark." He nodded his head over his shoulder. I followed his gesture and nearly fainted.

Standing in the corner of the room talking with another older guy was the farang man I'd seen in Chiang Mai that turned me on the most. I would never have expected to see him at a gay open house, as he projected an aura of terminal masculinity. His name was Mark, and he belonged to the membership gym where I lift weights. We seemed to frequently choose the same times to work out but had never talked to each other than my asking him about a technique for certain lifting exercises. He was a devoted, long-time lifter. Like me, he was twenty-something, conventionally good-looking, and sported a clipped mustache.

The turnon for me was his body. He was only about five-seven, but had the finest lifter's body I have ever seen. His shoulder, pectoral, and back development was so advanced that he had all his business shirts tailored, which luckily is not expensive in Thailand. He could never have worn an off-the-rack shirt. The business shirts I'd seen him put on at his locker after a shower had deep pleats cut in the back close to the shirt tail, so the fabric could flare out to cover his massive chest and shoulders.

He was also one of the most hirsute men I'd ever seen. His belly, chest, and shoulders were completely covered with a dense pelt of curling dark hair that was thick enough it almost entirely obscured his nipples, and the coverage continued down portions of his back.. His arms fairly rippled under their hairy covering and his hirsute legs were like trees. I had seen Mark do squats in the power cage with 450 pounds of weight loaded onto the bar balanced across his neck.

I could only speculate, but he had to have an enormous cock as well. When he emerged from the gym shower it hung down thick and pendulous, and seemed longer flaccid than I imagined most men's erections would be. I had heard six inches was sort of average, and mine is one inch longer erect. He had a thick, heavy pair of balls to match his other equipment. The old guy that was talking to Mark was looking at him almost hungrily. It seemed as if he wanted to reach up and play with the curls of fur that surrounded Mark's massive neck.

I walked over to the corner of the large living room and Mark gave me a welcoming smile. He grasped my forearm and said, "Excuse me, Doug, I'll show Fox here where to get a drink. I think it's his first time at Maurice's. I could use a beer myself." He led me away towards a teak bar open to display various bottles, and we took cans of Singha beer from a tub of ice next to the bar. He popped his beer can, "God, Fox I had to get away. Some of these old farts can bore you to death."

"Sorry Mark, but the name's Wolf, not Fox. He's the X-files guy." "Oh, lupine instead of vulpine. Finding you here I shall dub you Wolfbuddy" I smiled, "With a vocabulary like that you must be an English teacher, like me." "Yeah, I teach at the small International School down towards San Sai." "Oh that one," I said, "l teach at Chiang Mai International."

"If these older guys bore you, why do you come to Maurice's parties?" "Occasionally I've been able to make it with some of the boys. Maurice doesn't just have the one 'play room', but allows anyone to use his other extra bedroom if they're feeling horny and want privacy. Sometimes I've been able to hustle some of the keptboys off to the guest bedroom and fuck them. Under ordinary circumstances these older sorts never let you near their boys, except at these LEO parties."

Mark's casual talk of sex and his hirsute proximity were turning me on. I grazed Mark's hairy forearm in my confusion and he glanced down to where my penis had become nearly erect.

"To paraphrase Mae West, that can't be a gun in your pocket, as you haven't any pockets. So you must be glad to see me. Are you coming on to me Wolfbuddy? I usually like Thai boys but you're about as smooth as one and I haven't been laid for a few days. Care for a tussle before lunch? They don't lay out the buffet for another hour."

"Y-yes," was all I was able to stammer, and went fully hard. What's the custom?" "Well, usually people don't retire to the playroom until after the eats. But we could stretch rules. We're mainly turnon scenery here. I don't think I fancy a go with one of Maurice's friends."

I followed Mark through the living room, acutely embarrassed. We received a number of knowing looks as we trouped down the hall towards the bedrooms. Mark knew where he was going from experience and opened the door to a guest bedroom. It was conventionally furnished like a good if small hotel room, with a queen-sized bed, a dresser and two nightstands.

Mark turned toward me and the sight of his broad hairy chest and slowly hardening cock caused warm flashes of lust to run across my skin. He smiled. "Do you usually bottom or top? I'm a top." "I, I'm not exactly sure what you mean," I said, feeling acutely embarrassed. "Wolfie, have you ever done this before, like fuck? Top is me on top with you on the bottom with my cock up your ass." I could only shake my head.

"Shit, I don't like just oral sex and John Henry here is pretty big to initiate a guy into anal sex." He rubbed his cock a bit, and while only partially erect it was longer than my raging hardon. My lust abated a moment and trepidation set in. I equivocated by remembering, "Wait a minute, John Henry, the name Lady Chatterly gave the gamekeeper's cock in the D.H. Lawrence novel. Literary members at this place no less." Mark nodded, "Mellors is characterized as a good cocksman in the novel and I thought he and I ought to have our pricks similarly named."

"I've fantasized about doing it with you since the first time I saw you in the locker room. I'm glad the showers there have lockable doors because I had to jerk off to get rid of the hardon you caused."

Mark said nothing gave me a small shove in such a way that he caused me to sit on the edge of the bed. "Well let's make fantasies come true," he said, kneeling in front of me and taking most of my hard cock in his mouth. The feel of the mouth of the man I'd lusted after sliding up the shaft of my cock unnerved me. I threw back my head and groaned as Mark used his tongue to play with my foreskin with just the head of my cock in his mouth.

He stood up and said, "from your reaction to a bit of head, I take it you've never been sucked either, or seldom" "Seldom," I said and nodded my head mutely, lost in admiration for what a piece of work John Henry was. While he sucked me Mark had gone fully erect. His cock was immense, at least nine inches long, and its girth was formidable. I pinched my sphincter involuntarily at the thought of that barber pole of a prick going up my ass, but lust won over.

Mark looked at his cock, which despite its size was standing up at a forty-five degree angle. "Foreskins are fun to play with when you're sucking. I wish my parents hadn't had me circumcised." and then Mark pulled me to him and kissed me. I froze. I had made out with girls a bit in high school and college, but nothing like this. Our mustaches meshed like Velcro and Mark's tongue was in my mouth doing incredibly arousing things. Mark disengaged and chuckled as he caressed my achingly sensitive cock. I reciprocated and shivered at the feel of his thick, long tool in my hand. "Shit Wolfie, I'd almost think you'd never been kissed, even, by a man at least."

"Never like that," I said", and engaged again to see if I could learn some of his technique. Just making out with Mark was a sexual high. The feel of his furry embrace, with his hirsute pelt tickling and abrading large portions of my anatomy was incredibly sensual. I ran my hands over his broad, heavily muscled back and found I liked the feel of it there too.

Mark pulled back and said, "Mm, let's see if you can do something for John Henry with your mouth. We slipped into a sixty-nine position and I was introduced to the problem that while Mark could take most of my prick into his mouth, and did so, I could hardly get my mouth over the head of John Henry. I tied to copy the other maneuvers Mark's educated mouth was performing, including cupping his shaft in my lips and running my mouth down towards his balls. When he probed just at the base of my cock, above my balls, with his tongue I jumped at the incredible thrill it caused. I reciprocated and he shuddered. I was also stymied at trying to take both of his big, hairy balls in my mouth. I did my best while his skilled attentions almost tripped me over. He released my balls for a moment and I didn't see what he was going to do. But I felt it when a saliva-slick finger crawled up my anus, causing me to yelp.

"Come on, Wolf, that's just one little finger. You're going to have to get used to more if you're going to get John Henry in here." He probed and manipulated with his finger and the feeling was both painful and erotic. I relaxed when he began to suck my cock again, but stiffened when a second finger joined the first.

"God you're tight, Wolfie. Fucking you is going to be fantastic." I tried to relax by sucking Mark's cock. When he ran a third finger into my now hurting asshole I released him, as I didn't want to bite. "Relax, Wolf, tensing up like that will only make it hurt worse. Come on, let's fuck."

Mark withdrew his fingers from my ass and rolled over to open a nightstand drawer. "Good thing Maurice keeps every room well-stocked with lube. We're going to need it." I tensed again when he ran the gel around my asshole, and then rubbed it in as deep as he could reach into my anus. He squeezed some more out for a second application and handed me the tube. "Why don't you lube up John Henry while I do this. It will take your mind off it."

I squeezed a generous amount into my hand and began to apply it liberally to the impressive surface area of his cock. I winced when Mark withdrew the two fingers he had used for the second application. "Ok, Wolf, we'll start this spoons style. It ought to make it easier for you. Roll over onto your side with your back to me and bend your knees. No, more. Yeah, and raise one leg in the air, supported with your hand. Ok, here we go."

I looked over my shoulder as Mark slid nearer to me, his massive cock glistening with lube. He pulled my upper body to him and I felt the erotic bristly tickling of his chest hair against my back. "It'll be hardest to get the head of my cock in, but downhill from there. Downhill into me, I thought. He grasped my hip with one hand and I almost cried out as Mark began to work the engorged head of his cock into my virgin anus. The pain was incredible.

"Ooh, yeah, Wolf, get my knob past your ring there and it'll get better. Push like you were trying to shit. It'll help." I did as he suggested and it did help. Finally the head of his cock was in, plowing new ground. "Here we go, Wolf, I'll ease it in slow."

I sort of panted, "Oh God, Oh God," as inch after inch of John Henry found its way in. Suddenly the sensation became painful-erotic as I thought that Mark's thick cock was grazing my prostate. The 'Oh Gods' stopped and incredulously I said, "Fuck me, Mark, fuck me good."

Suddenly I felt his low-hanging balls against my ass cheeks and knew he was full in. "Oh, don't worry Wolfbuddy, ole John Henry here is going to rearrange your asshole and I'm going to enjoy it. This is only the second time I've had unused ass and the feeling is incredible." Mark pulled me closer to him and I gasped again when he withdrew almost the entire of his length and slowly slid himself in to the hilt again. He began a slow, steady rhythm of thrusts, burying himself deep at the end of each. Each thrust was accompanied by grunted, "oh yeah, oh yeahs". The pain of getting fucked, instead of simply being entered intensified, but the erotic feelings accompanying it increased too. I pulled my knee on the bed further up towards my chest and Mark moaned as John Henry plunged deeper into my straining ass.

Finally, Mark stopped. "Shit, Wolf, I'm gonna come. You're too hot. Let's shift. He grabbed a pillow from under the bedspread, held it to my stomach, and then rolled us both over. I ended up lying prone on the bed, pillow under me, with Mark lying atop me, his weight supported on his elbows. He began to thrust in earnest, and the new position giving him access to even deeper penetration

We both made noise in rhythm to the powerful thrusts of Mark's hips. I was simply grunting as his huge penis buried itself in my ass. Mark was going "oh yeah, oh yeah," in time, and this was accompanied by the slap of his balls against my ass with each hard thrust. Suddenly he paused and began to shudder, "oh, shit, I'm coming. My cock is exploding, oohh!!"

I felt his cock swell and liked to imagine I could feel the hot spurts of semen filling my ass. Finally, he slumped over me, his dead weight pushing his still hard cock further in. He roused and rolled off me. I finally relaxed when John Henry popped out of my asshole and the end of his invasion was at hand. Mark rolled over and looked at me. "God, Wolf that goes into my 'fucks to remember' album. I haven't come that hard in ages. How was it?"

"It hurt like hell at times but it was fantastic." I rubbed my still-tingling ass. Mark looked at my still hard cock. "Shit, man, I should have played with you or something while I fucked you. Do you want me to suck you off?" I hesitated. "Mark, would you let me fuck you in return? It would be the end of the fulfillment of my fantasy."

Mark smiled. "Shit, I don't usually bottom, but why not? My cock christened your virgin ass, so why don't you christen your virgin cock in mine? I reached for the tube of lube but Mark stopped me. "Tell you what Wolf, rough fuck me. You're well hung enough but not excessive. I can take it." Mark assumed a crouching position on the bed with his ass raised. "Let's do it like doggies, Wolf. It's a little harder on the bottom this way but I think you'll like what the top feels. Get it in there, boy. A fuck like that has me feeling like I want to be fucked."

I quickly moved to kneel with my legs straddling his feet. His massively muscled ass was as hairy as most of the rest of him. I took my cock in my hand and probed until I found Mark's hole. I managed to wedge the head into the hot, dry orifice and then began to enter him with short, incremental thrusts. The lack of lubrication made the feeling rough but erotic. I mentally chided myself for all I'd been missing.

Finally I was buried to the hilt in Mark's hot ass. I began to thrust and the friction along my cock as I withdrew it and propelled it in again was unbelievable. The sight of my cock thrusting into the ass of the man I'd fantasized about so long was as good as the feelings.

I knew I was about to lose it, so I abandoned myself to my fucking and fucked Mark with piston-like thrusts, withdrawing my length just a little and burying it to the hilt again. Suddenly I felt the motherlode of orgasms welling up, and threw my head back and moaned with pleasure as my cum boiled up and shot out in spurt after spurt into Mark's ass. When I was finally spent, I withdrew my cock and collapsed onto the bed in pleasure.

Mark rolled over onto his side and looked at me. "Shit, Wolf, you fuck like a madman. My butt knows it's been well and truly reamed. I can only assume you were making up for lost opportunities." "Something like that", I replied. I can't believe I waited 'til past twenty to get it on with a guy and find out what fucking was like. When did you first make it with another guy?

Mark fingered his chest hair. "This stuff started growing when I was between thirteen and fourteen. I knew I was different but didn't know what to do about until I was quite willingly molested by a friend of my parents. But, with that guy fucking wasn't reciprocal. I was invited to swim at a friend's house. When he saw me in a bathing suit he was envious, because he hardly had any pubic hair even. When we finished swimming he said he wanted to see all of me, so we went into the changing room of the pool house and got naked. He touched the fur on my legs and the little bit on my chest and we both got hardons. I just put him down on a pile of wet towels and fucked him. John Henry wasn't as big then as he is now, but big enough. My friend liked what he got and we fooled around at every opportunity until he moved away. I just branched out and have been fucking ever since." I felt almost envious. "I was wondering. When Maurice invited me at a gay bar last night, he talked about the playroom. Ever made it with the keptboys in the playroom.?

"Not really, but it depends on the older guy about taking his keptboy in the play room. Mostly it's been sneaking around with one of the boys while the older guy is going at it in the play room.. But there was one time when Maurice asked if I would fuck Daeng in full sight of his guests as a kind of tunron. I guess porn is passé or something. I've been in enough weird scenes I didn't mind. The boy is good looking and Maurice keeps him on a pretty short leash. We got it on as lasciviously as possible and the culmination was me ramming his ass with him leaning over one of those footstools. I rogered him so thoroughly he came from my fucking alone. But I've never been asked for a repeat performance."

Mark got up from the bed. "Come on, Wolf, let's get cleaned up and attack that buffet. Sex makes me hungry. Maurice keeps a fully stocked bathroom we can use." Mark led me into a bathroom with two doors giving onto the two adjacent guest bedrooms. Mark turned on the shower and said, "reach into the cabinet under the sink and pull out two towels and some soap."

I opened the cupboard and found a pile of large fluffy towels and an assortment of lotions in small containers and small packets of soap like you find in good hotel rooms. I took a bottle of shower gel, put the towels on the rack, and got into the bathtub with Mark. With his body fur wet down, the details of his fine, huge musculature were more readily visible. Despite its recent excursion into Mark's backside, my cock started to harden.

Mark began to soap his upper body. He smiled and said, "is your drummer boy standing at attention again?" As we awkwardly changed positions so I could get wet too I said, "I like the idea of having a name for my penis. I shall name him Franz Josef. My grandparents came from Austria, and Franz Josef was the last emperor of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.--suitably imperial."

I emerged from under the shower and reached to get the shower gel from Mark. He had worked up a thick lather over all of his upper body and down to below his prick. He grabbed me, turned me around, and began to lift me up and down while holding me against his soapy chest hair. "There has to be a use for all this fur. I'm an organic bath brush."

The abrasion of the wet chest fur and the fact it was Mark sent me fully hard. When he lowered me for the last time I ended up with a rock hard John Henry lodged between the cheeks of my ass. "You've done it again. Time to show you another variation in man-to-man sex. We've done it spoons and doggy. Now you can try it standing."

He urgently turned me around and had me bend slightly. After applying some of the lather from his chest to my still smarting bunghole, he plunged his massive cock into my ass in one quick slide. His gradual first assault on my rear had hurt enough, but this was pain like I'd seldom felt. I managed to not cry out, as I didn't want the guests at the party knowing about all this, but I ended up tense and trembling. Mark put his hands on my shoulders. "Relax and try that bit about trying to shit. It'll hurt the first few times until you stretch a bit. Come on, I'll give you a short shot."

When he began thrusting, the pain lessened and the pleasurable sensations were more intense. The lubrication provided by the bit of soap he had used, and that on his cock, made the ride my ass was getting less smooth than the first time. Mark was thrusting hard and even raising himself on his toes and moving his pelvis at a wicked angle to get his cock in deeper. The pleasure intensified and I had to concentrate to keep from slipping on the wet porcelain as Mark plunged his cock into my receptive ass repeatedly.

"I'm going to lose it Wolf," Mark said as he began thrusting even more intensely. I'm gonna come." To my surprise I felt myself close to orgasm as well. Mark's last deep thrust when he started to shoot tipped me over and I ejaculated milky ropes of semen into the bathtub. We groaned in unison. Mark finally slowly withdrew John Henry from my ass and we both stood up. "God, Wolf, you have one hot ass." He looked at the cum dripping from my cock. "Shit, did you come too?" I just nodded and smiled. We both managed to get cleaned up and dried off. When we came into the living room, we found that most of the guests had moved on and the caterers were clearing off the buffet.

Maurice looked at our wet hair and sort of smiled. "Well, I'm glad someone had some fun. I found no with whom I wished to consort in the playroom and the food was inferior. Mark, that little impromptu show you did with Daeng was most effective in arousing flagging arousal in some of us mature sorts. Do you think you could do it again?" "I don't know, Maurice. That was a bit kinky." "Come, come, dear boy. I'm sure we can provide a little financial remuneration. I know you don't earn that much teaching."

"Yeah, maybe, if it's like that." Maurice looked at me speculatively. "Wolf, do you think you might do a similar performance? You have a nice body, and you're so delightfully smooth. Would you like to be a performer also in our little masque of sex? The contrast between smooth and hirsute would be good."

I actually felt myself blushing. Things were moving too fast. "I, I guess so." "Excellent, bring something akin to a costume. Something that will make you both look interesting and that will be fun to watch being removed." He escorted us both to the door where we retrieved our shoes and clothes and put them on. "I'm sorry you two missed lunch. But then, I'm sure there were compensations in what you were up to. See you in a fortnight."

As we rode down in the elevator, Mark said, "you can't beat that, getting paid to be a show stud. I played coy in hopes Maurice would ask you too." It turned out my cycle was parked close to his. "I'm hungry, Wolf. My treat, let's have lunch at the New Khrua Thai." "What kind of restaurant is it, and where is it?" "How long have you been here", he asked. "A little over three months," I replied. "It's only the best of the marginally affordable seafood restaurants in town. It's on the ring road that goes down to the airport. You can follow me." I followed him and we came into the compound of an enormous establishment the Thai call a 'garden restaurant'. The main dining area was a raised, roofed pavilion, but there were tables spread across the grass and in other covered areas as well. I had passed the place before but its name had never registered. I knew it did a brisk nighttime business, but at close to four on a Saturday afternoon it was all but deserted.

On the way into the dining pavilion there were tiled ice tables with seafood displayed and tanks of live fish and large live shrimp for those who liked their seafood that fresh to choose from. A waiter bustled up, and Mark gestured at some scallops and ordered them grilled with garlic. I thought his Thai pronunciation passable. We went to a table in the main pavilion followed by the waiter, who provided menus. Mark ordered the Thai hot and sour soup called 'tom yam', with shrimp. He smiled, "why don't you order a third dish and that ought to keep us until dinner."

I thought a moment and ordered mussels stir fired with fresh basil. I also told the waiter to use small shrimp in the soup rather than the estuarine ones in the 'tom yam'. Their meat is tasty, but you're charged by the shrimp and the edible portion of them is not that big. "Where did you learn to speak such good Thai in only three months? I can get by for ordering food at a restaurant and buying stuff, but I can't speak like that. I understood you ordered mussels but what was the rest?" I told him. "I went to two months of Thai classes at AUA and I'm studying reading and writing with a private tutor." "Wow." Mark looked over at the stairs and said, "here comes trouble."

I wondered what he meant. Approaching our table was the handsomest redheaded man I'd ever seen. He had a thick head of coarse curly hair of a true red color, combed straight back. Seen close up, his face was classically Celtic. He had fine bone structure, good blue eyes, a slightly snub nose, and a sensual mouth. I always call it the 'law of good chins'. A strong, cleft chin enhanced his good looks. It was his coloring that was remarkable. His eyebrows, thick lashes, and clipped mustache were nearly the same red as his hair. But the close curly hair that covered the part of his chest visible above the drooping, overlarge tank top he wore was a brilliant red-orange. Despite having come twice in the last hour or more, I felt stirrings in my groin.

The redhead sat down. "I should have known I'd see you here. Shit, shut down again." Mark smiled indulgently, "what do you mean, Red?" "I told you this morning that I'd really been turned on by the security guard at that party I went to last night. But I'd already gotten my entertainment for last night and the party would have gone on to all hours. I managed to talk to him and imply my interest. But he lives in one of those slums with no telephone, so he told me the only way to see him today was to come here as he was going to apply for a job here about this time. I asked at the security kiosk and they said no one had come in today. Something about a uniform."

Mark managed to say, "Red, this is Wolf. I met him at Maurice's." Red looked at me quizzically," Wolf, is that for real?" "It's short for Wolfram, I replied. If you can come up with a better nickname, tell me." "Yeah, well, if that guy isn't around I've got other Thais to fry; nice to meet you, Wolf." With that, he took off.

"Kind of abrupt, isn't he? Or, who is he?" "That's Rob Roy McIntyre. He teaches math at the same school where I teach. He's also my roommate." "Are you?" I wasn't sure how to continue. "Are we an item? Mark completed. I suppose you could say we were. I wanted an exclusive relationship and he started fooling around with some Thais from a rough crowd. I think they sell drugs. He's become so manic I've wondered if he's doing amphetamines."

Luckily, the food came. The waiter served rice from a large bowl of it and left. When we were finished, I asked Mark, "Are you still hungry?" "I suppose I could eat one more dish. What did you have in mind?" "Let's see if you understand my Thai, or let it be a surprise." I gestured to the watching waiter and ordered raw shrimp marinated in fish sauce, a Thai condiment like soy sauce, but made from fermented fish. "Ok," said Mark, "I understood shrimp and something about fish sauce, but not what we'll be getting." Since the dish required no cooking, the waiter appeared almost instantly with a plate of shrimp swimming in the pungent fish sauce. "Raw shellfish, guaranteed to put some lead in your slightly depleted pencil."

Mark smiled. "Do you smoke?" "No I don't, why?" "Shit, I mean dope, do you do, whatsiscalled in Thai, ganja?" "That, I do." "Good, let's go to my place then. Do you know the Srisuan Department Store?" "Sure, that's the big one down on Chang Klan Rd." "Yeah, well I live on the fifth floor of a tall, really narrow condo across the street, just in case you get lost following me. No problem finding my place as there's only one apartment per floor."

He gestured for the bill, paid, and we walked to the parking area. We fired up our cycles and he took off ahead of me. It was good that he had told me where his building was, as he used a back street short cut and I lost him. I found the place easily enough. The building was twelve floors high, but built on a narrow lot. I took the elevator up to the fifth floor, and knocked. Mark answered and gestured me to follow him in. The apartment was enormous but seemed forlorn. There was a fine Chinese-style teak coffee table in the living room, but what passed for a sofa was a large pile of mismatched cushions. There was no other furniture in the room except the table to eat at. "Sorry about the place. We had planned to decorate and the whole route, but when things kind of fell apart with Red I lost interest."

I followed him in and we sat on the cushions. Mark was wearing only a skimpy pair of gym shorts. The bulge at his crotch indicated he had foregone underwear, which simply made things more interesting. The ceiling fan overhead did little to dispel the late afternoon heat. "Do you mind if I take off my shirt, I asked. This place is a bit warm." Mark was taking some dope out of a plastic bag and squeezing the tobacco out of a Thai cigarette. "Go ahead; you'd probably have been discarding it anyway."

I took off my tee shirt while Mark mixed the dope and tobacco together and tamped it back into the cigarette with a chopstick. He lit up the number, took a drag, and passed it to me. I thought doing marijuana after a late lunch of shellfish to be an excellent idea. Dope always made me horny, and shellfish is enabling. While I was exhaling and feeling the first effects of the dynamite dope, Red came in.

He pulled off the too big tank top he was wearing, revealing a slim, muscular chest, that showed none of the effects of weight lifting, covered by his red-orange pelt of hair. "I'm sorry I wore some of your Gym clothes, Mark. I thought it showed me off well." Mark just made a kind of wave with his hand. "Ok, Red."

"I could find no one at home. At least you're doing something sensible on a Saturday afternoon. Do you mind if I join you?" "Not at all," Mark said and took a hit. He passed the number to Red. I was glad Red had joined us. He turned me on nearly as much as Mark and my inhibitions were suitably disengaged. When the number was done, we were all pleasantly stoned. I reached over and felt one of Red's strongly muscled legs. They were similarly covered by a fuzz of curly red-orange hair. "You've got really muscular legs but you don't look like you lift like Mark and me. How did you get them so developed?"

Red looked at my hand. "Soccer, I've played soccer since I was a kid. I coach it at the school. And that isn't the only muscle that's developing." His drawstring shorts were tented at the crotch like mine had been at Maurice's. Mark glanced at me and then back at Red. "Man, have you guys..? started Red." "Oh yeah," Mark said, standing up and removing his gym shorts. Freed from the shorts, Mark's cock stood at attention, looking even bigger than it had when he first fucked me. "John Henry and I had Wolf's rearward virginity at Maurice's. We fucked him again in the shower."

I thought Mark had to be very stoned to use a plural pronoun and refer to himself and his cock as if it were a separate entity. But, at the moment, I was more interested in Red's. I undid the drawstring of his shorts and he lifted his body up on his arms so I could remove them. His cock was as good looking as the rest of him, in a redheaded way. Mark's had prominent veins, but this was a smooth pillar, as white as alabaster, with an engorged reddish head. It looked to be about the same size as mine. His pubic hair was a brilliant red-orange explosion.

I stood up re remove my own pants and then knelt over Red's lap and moved to suck his cock. I found it much easier to take a portion of his handsome prick in my mouth, than I had been able to do with Mark. Mark obligingly lay on his back and put his head between my thighs so he could suck my cock. When Mark began his work on me, I gasped with pleasure. Getting sucked with your cock and balls hanging free and the guy sucking you lying down is an amazing sensation

Red took my head in his hands and gently disengaged me from his prick. "I think we'd all be more comfortable in Mark's bedroom, and Mark is sort of left out here." Mark slid out from between my legs and we all got up. I followed the other two to Mark's bedroom. It was as sparsely furnished as the living room with only a cheap plywood clothes wardrobe, an enormous Thai bed, and a straight chair. It seemed to bother Mark not at all that one of our threesome was his reportedly disaffected lover, or that there were three of us.

At Mark's direction, we arranged ourselves in a rough triangle. I sucked Red, Red did Mark, and Mark's educated mouth was pleasuring my cock in ways he hadn't done on the first time at Maurice's. I was impressed at Red's ability to take significantly larger portions of John Henry into his mouth and do things than I had been able to do. I tried to interpret some of the excruciatingly pleasurable things being done to my cock and balls to what I did with Red's. Inexperience. Mark disconnected from my cock and said, "Please stop Red, or I'm going to come in your mouth. You should get a Master's in cocksucking."

Red ran his tongue along the slit of John Henry's swollen head, causing Mark to shudder. "Ok, but what's the fucking situation going to be?" There are three of us." Mark sat up and reached to the floor on the side of the bed and came back with a tube of lubricant in his hand. "Since Wolf is new to this, why not let him discover the benefits of being the filling in a sandwich. He'll fuck you while I fuck him."

Red fingered my penis. "Mm, sounds good. Thais are nice to look at but they don't have much to shove up your backside." He ran his hand knowingly up my cock. "This is nice, not like Monsterdick or whatever Mark calls it. Let's do it." Mark handed me the tube. "Get it on with Red and then I'll take you. Fucking while getting fucked is incredible."

"How do we achieve this triple thing physically?" It sounded interesting to me, but I had no idea what to do. "We can do is spoon style, with all of us lying on our sides. Or you cover Red prone and I'll be sort of kneeling, bent over behind you." "The second option sounds intriguing," I said. While Mark and I had had this brief conversation, Red had been applying lube to my cock. This was both pleasurable and distracting. I wondered if it wouldn't be a bit painful with the force of two men thrusting, propelling my cock into Red's butt. But, I figured if he had been the regular partner of a guy like Mark, bottoming was his thing.

Red lay prone on the bed and I covered him. With cock in hand I found his hole and positioned the head of my cock inside. I thrust home with no resistance, as my lubed cock slid in to the hilt. The feeling was indescribable, and unlike the rough feel of fucking Mark. "Oh yeah, Wolf, fuck me."

I was about to comply when Mark said, "it's my turn." He knelt on the firm kapok mattress with his knees straddling my legs and hunkered down to bring John Henry into striking distance of my vulnerable ass. He guided the head of his prick into my puckered hole and I gasped at the feel of the third invasion of that massive engine in not too many hours. The feeling of being filled by Mark's big cock while mine was ensconced in Red's ass was incredible. "God, Wolf, this near virgin behind of yours is incredible. Take your cue from me and let's coordinate what we do with our hips."

Mark began to thrust slowly into my ass and I grunted at the painful/pleasurable feel of his huge cock sliding in and out of my ass. I withdrew my cock partway and raised my ass to take his next thrust, and then thrust in unison with his next filling entry into my ass to imbed my own cock in Red's butt. We managed to coordinate our movements and Red groaned at the dual assault. "God, I haven't been fucked this good in ages. Do it, Wolf." I did it. I was in heaven, with Mark's monster prick probing my ass while I slid mine home into Red's shapely rear. Mark thrust with the regularity of a pump in an oil field.

Suddenly Mark thrust in hard and just groaned, finishing with his characteristic, "oh, yeah." We were motionless for a moment and then Mark stood up, withdrawing his cock. "God, Wolf, that backside of yours just makes me come too soon, but boy do I come good. You guys finish, I'm going to get cleaned up." With that he climbed off the bed and headed for what I assumed was the bathroom.

Red said, "hey, Wolf, do you mind if I finish you off on top? This position with Mark to help you push your prick in can be a bit much." The vocabulary was confusing me. "Do you want to fuck me now?" "In a way; just pull out and I'll show you."

I did as he asked. He got up onto his knees and turned to face me. "Lie down on your back." I did so and he proceeded to straddle my thighs on his knees. He edged forward, and I watched incredulously as he moved until his ass was over my cock. He then proceeded to guide the head in and I gasped with pleasure as he lowered himself until he had enveloped my cock entirely. He looked at the look on my face and said, "You're new to this, aren't you?"

Oh, yesss," I managed to get out as he raised his knees and my cock felt like it was having a lubricated velvet bag sensuously removed from around it.. "Well let's see what kind of new fun I can introduce you to." When Red had raised himself so about half of my length was in him, he began to move his hips forwards and backwards while at the same time moving minimally up and down. The feelings engendered by these movements drove me nuts. I felt my cock begin to twitch. "Oh, yes, I am going to come," I said.

Without letting up at all in the complex movements that were driving me crazy, Red began to masturbate furiously. When my orgasm began to traverse the sensitive length of my cock and explode into his anus, he gave a little yelp and began to ejaculate all over my chest at the same time. We both made a sound like "unhh", and finally relaxed when our balls had nothing more to pump out.

He raised himself up on his knees until my cock was released and climbed off my legs. "I hope you don't mind my cumming all over your chest like that, but it's the way I like to finish when I do the up top fucking route." I used a finger to taste a bit of his semen. "Everything's ok as far as I'm concerned. I would never have imagined one guy could have another like that until you did it to me."

Red laughed. "That was good; I needed a good fuck." We sat together on the edge of the bed. "Red, when Mark's asleep I want you to fuck me, good." Red laughed. "I imagine before this is over we'll all be having each other, except Mark. "I don't know. After Mark had me for the first time, he let me fuck him,"

Red fingered my pubic hair. "Mr. Ultimate Man bottomed for you? Blond wolves must appeal to him. He's probably finished showering, so let's get cleaned up too." I followed Red into the bathroom that was situated between the two bedrooms of the apartment. It was more nicely finished than my Spartan apartment bathroom, but still a Thai bathroom. That is, the walls are finished half-way up, here with ceramic tile, and the water from the shower goes into a floor drain. Any time a person bathes, the entire floor gets wet and slippery.

Mark was vigorously rubbing his hairy body with a large bath towel.. He noticed the pattern of Red's semen on my chest. "Looks like Red did you on top. That's incredible, but it's a lot easier for you to get rid of the aftermath. Guys like me need a bath brush to scrub out the cum."

The shower was a hand held thing on a long bit of hose. Red began to wet himself down. I joined him and took the shower handle when he began to soap himself. Mark hung his towel over the door and said, "I'll call Newphen and see if he can make us something to eat. I'm too stoned to go out." With that, he left the bathroom, leaving the towel hung on the door.

"Who is Newphen?" I asked, as I got wet myself. Red was soaping himself. "I suppose you could call him our houseboy. He's gay and a technical whiz with anything mechanical. When he ran out of money for tuition at the technoschool he was going to, he tried to be a keptboy with Maurice's crowd. But, he's a bit butch for their tastes. Mark and I pay his tuition, let him live in the servants' quarters that go with this place, and feed him. He picks up spending money repairing cycles and cars for people that live here and elsewhere. He cleans the place, cooks, does our laundry and keeps our cycles in tiptop shape. Seems a good deal on both sides."

"Does he?" I didn't know how to finish the question. "Sleep with us, Red finished. Yeah, occasionally. He mostly fools around down in the servants' quarters but he likes farang cock. He'll probably want you to do him. When we've been doing weekend ganja he usually ends up in the equation." "I don't know. That was the third time I've shot my load today."

"Hey, Wolf," Red ran his hand through the soapy fur on his chest, "guys like Mark and I seem to turn you on. You'll like Newphen." We finished showering and had to share Mark's single wet towel. We left the bathroom only half-dry each. I was about to go into the bedroom for my discarded clothes when Red said, "don't bother dressing. Newphen is used to us wandering around the place naked."

I followed Red into the living room. Mark was standing there, magnificently naked, and hanging up on an intercom arrangement. "Newphen's on his way up. He says there's leftover rice in the steamer and some chicken in the fridge, so we'll have some fried rice at least. Wolf, I realize you speak good Thai, but please speak English with Newphen. Red and I are trying to give him the best turnout we can so he can get a good job when he's finished with school."

At that moment the front door opened and Newphen entered. He was clad only in a loose pair of drawstring shorts. I saw what Red meant, that he wouldn't suit the image of a keptboy for Maurice's crowd. He had a fine head of coarse, curly black hair, and while attractive, his face was not definably handsome. He was well built, with broad shoulders and a strapping chest, but his musculature lacked the sculpting of a lifter. For a Thai he was virile, with legs covered by coarse black hair and bit between his pronounced pectorals.

Mark gave him a high five and asked, "Hey Bic Parker, have you flicked your Bic today?" Newphen smiled. "Oh yes, Mr. Mark, Newphen flicked his Bic with Tao Keh's new boy all afternoon."

I wondered what Mark was going to do with Newphen's English. Younger Thais tended to use their name in place of 'I' when speaking with a superior. I wondered if the Bic Parker wasn't a play on words with Newphen's name. Parker was the Thai word for an ink pen. "Newphen, stop with the Mr. Mark. I'm Mark, just Mark. And, what did you do with the landlord's new servant? The boy couldn't be sixteen."

"Like you say, Mark, I fuck him. Fuck him good. He want it." "Newphen, I've told you to stay away from the landlord's people. I don't want trouble." "But, ah, M-Mark, we watch Thai boxing on TV and ladyboy boxer boxing. Tao Keh's boy start to feel," Newphen grabbed his crotch, "and we fuck. And then we fuck some more, and some more. Good fucking."

"Just make us some fried rice, Newphen. Don't make any trouble for us with the landlord." "No trouble," he paused, "Mark, just fucking." He went into the adjunct kitchen and the sounds of chopping on a block issued forth. Mark went over to the 'sofa' and started putting together another number. I wondered if any of us needed any more dope, but decided it might make the possibilities interesting. Mark lit it up, took a hit, and passed it around. By the time it was finished, Newphen called, "Rice, rice!"

The apartment's dining facilities consisted of two cheap folding tables of the sort you saw in streetside noodle shops, pushed together with plastic stools to match. Newphen had arranged four steaming plates of chicken fried rice on the tables. We all dug in, with Newphen sitting next to me. When my leg brushed against Newphen's hairy one, Franz Josef, as I had dubbed him, began to get ideas despite the fact it would be my fourth outing of the afternoon. I noticed that Mark and Red were looking at each other like more than disaffected lovers and thought things might develop interestingly.

The fried rice was delicious and assuaged any feeling of the 'munchies' we might have had. Somewhere in the course of finishing my plate, I had not noticed that Newphen had shed his shorts. He took my right hand in his and pulled it to a rock hard brown cock, standing up straight against his belly from its black bush.

Mark smiled and took Red by the hand. "Look's like dessert has been arranged, Wolf. We'll see you a bit later." With that, they walked off towards the bedroom. Newphen and I were feeling each other's equipment. "Mr. Wolf have nice cock."

"Newphen, I teach English, like Mark. You say, Wolf, you have a nice cock. Oh, shit, don't make me come too soon!" Newphen stood up and led me to the assorted cushions in the living room. He spat into his hand and applied the result to the head of Franz Josef. With that, he dropped to a crouch on the cushions with his ass raised, and looked over his shoulder invitingly. Without a word, I knelt straddling Newphen's legs, pressed my cock in between the attractive globes of his fine brown ass, and started fucking him.

Suffice to say further combinations developed, and I had a fine time.