It was one of those rare occurrences. Oh, yeah, hi, it's me Wolf again-you know that blond teacher of English as a Second Language in Chiang Mai, in North Thailand? There was a religious holiday on a Saturday, which made for Monday off in compensation, and a government holiday on Tuesday. So it was a four day holiday. I decided to show my buddy Isaac around Chiang Mai in some style. I was the one with stable employment and…ok, I had won a nice prize in the government lottery so I could afford it.

Some background is necessary. A parent of one of my students insisted I should go with him to a Rotary meeting. It would, as he put it, ‘help integrate me into the community'. Against my better judgment I agreed; I felt sufficiently integrated into the community to which I rather secretly wanted to belong. I realize Rotary International does a great deal of good with their worldwide philanthropy, but frankly the whole thing was kind of silly. We met at a second rate farang tourist hotel, had a farang meal of such blandness it would grace any political fundraiser, and got down to the meeting. This consisted, after the dishes had been cleared, of singing a bunch of Rotary songs of such absurdness I wanted to duck below the table (they gave me a song sheet), and the lecture. Some member talked of the satisfaction he derived from going fishing in the Ping River. He was no Isaac Walton, the compleat angler, and I felt myself nodding.

The only surprise of the evening was that the only other farang present sat to my right. He was a fascinating individual in the lust category. He was obviously in his 40's, not definably handsome but possessing a good-looking, friendly face set off by a thick, well trimmed full beard. A complete, thick head of dark brown hair met the beard somewhere. What was left was a pair of fine brown eyes that seemed to take in everything and a nose that indicated he had been in street fights or had been a boxer. He was dressed in a rather formal safari suit which outdid most of the Thais present and obviously spoke good enough Thai to take in the fishing lecture.

We managed to converse around the lecture. I was intrigued. He had taken a prosperous early retirement from working in the oil fields of central Sumatra and had married a Thai. They had a kind of farm in the hills, rather distant, to the Southeast of Chiang Mai, where they grew fruit and experimented with exotic crops like passion fruit. The farm was more an avocation of an eccentric gentleman farmer than any attempt to make serious money from the enterprise.

I was fascinated that despite being married, his safari pants covered leg kept up a steady pressure against mine as we listened to the expression of satisfaction by the lecturer in fishing in a very polluted river. The farang said cryptically that perhaps we would meet again. I didn't know where, as I had no intention of attending the Rotary meeting again. He said simply his name was Blake.

I gave it no further thought. There was a three day weekend due to a religious holiday and I decided to show my buddy Isaac, you know the free-lance teacher in Bangkok whose tales are around here somewhere, around Chiang Mai in some style. Isaac was to stay with me, sleeping in the same bed. We had long since decided that having sex could ruin a rather good friendship and thus abstained completely. Isaac had had a run of good income from teaching and other activities in Bangkok and splurged on an airline ticket instead of the much cheaper but tedious overnight buses. I picked him on Friday night, took him to a rather unique Yunanese Chinese restaurant where DEA sorts hung out and we retired for the night.

I had actually sort of 'rented' the second car of the family of another student. It was an expense, but much cheaper than Hertz. I wanted to show Isaac things tourists did not commonly see. Since Saturday was a religious holiday, I decided we would go to the temple that was the residence of a 'revered monk'. In Thai Buddhism 'revered monks' were those monks perceived to be wise, or simply holy. They became cash cows, bringing in hordes of donations so that impressive temple buildings could be built where they were in residence, and so forth. It was simply something to do. This monk's temple was way to the Southeast of Chiang Mai, beyond the town of SanKhamphaeng.

We were late. The place was mobbed and it was hard to find a parking place within what seemed like a kilometer of the temple. We hoofed it to the main building where the monk received devotees. The place was full. The crowd of devotees inched forward towards the low platform where the revered monk sat in the lotus position, giving blessings or brief consultations. We simply stood in the rear of the building as neither of us felt any inclination to get into the mob seeking solace from the monk, but simply took in this aspect of Thai culture.

I was thoroughly surprised to see the farang I had sat next to at the Rotary meeting coming back from the front of the crowd of folk seeking consultation with the monk. He was similarly formally dressed in an impeccably tailored safari suit and had a rather remarkable farang in tow who caused an indecent stirring in my loins, given the religious territory we were on.

He was one of those individuals whose genetic makeup skirted the expression of being a true redhead. Like Blake, he seemed to be in his middle 40's, seen from a bit of a distance, and his face was similarly more attractively rugged than definably handsome. He had deep set, slightly hooded eyes, of a color I couldn't ascertain from the distance as they approached, and a sharp, aquiline nose-the sort that some folk would say 'you could open letters with'. The rest of his face, like Blake's, was obscured by a thick, well trimmed full beard, although his mustache was fairly ample.

What was remarkable was the variable coloring of the hair visible. His thick head of hair was a reddish copper blond, but his full beard and mustache were bright red-orange. In contrast, the thick brows that helped to further obscure his already deep set eyes were very light reddish blond. He wore a long sleeved white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and the hair that frizzed his virile forearms was colored slightly darker reddish blond. I had a weakness for redheads and this variably colored near redhead fitted well into my weakness category.

Both seemed preoccupied, and Blake did not notice Isaac and me until they were nearly on us. Blake looked up and a look of recognition crossed his face. "Wolf, isn't it?" I simply nodded and said, "Yes, we met at the Rotary meeting in Chiang Mai." He almost did that self conscious gesture of slapping his forehead and said, "Oh, that's it. I could place the name but not where I'd met you. So, have you and your friend have come to ask the blessings of luang pu (a title of respect for revered monks)?." I hedged, "Ah, I guess we've just come to observe. The assembly is rather large and slow. We got here late."

Blake showed no reaction. As an afterthought I said, "Oh, Blake, this is my friend Isaac visiting from Bangkok. Isaac, this is Blake," they shook hands, "and…? Blake looked chagrinned, "Ah, forgive me, this is my friend Eamon, similarly visiting from Bangkok. Eamon, this is Wolf and Isaac." We went through the ritual of shaking hands. Seen close up, the redhead was even more attractive. His face was indeed ruggedly lined and the deep set eyes that were further obscured by his thick light colored brows were an unusual shade of light blue verging on gray. An oddly ironic half-smile was discernable beneath his thick mustache.

Blake looked thoughtful. "So, you young fellows aren't going to try to approach the luang pu for blessings?" I shook my head, "That crowd is too large and to maintain the respectful position for the amount of time needed to get up there would destroy my knees." Blake nodded and regarded us almost contemplatively. "Well, then, why don't you and Isaac join us for lunch at my farm? My wife and Eamon's girl friend have gone on a kind of pilgrimage to Sukhothai. The servants will have prepared lunch and gone for their half-day Saturday and Sunday off. That is, if you both like Northern cuisine?" Isaac and I both nodded enthusiastically. I looked inquiringly at Isaac about the proposition of lunch. He was nearly staring at Blake but simply nodded.

"Lunch sounds good," I said, "and I would be interested in seeing your farm anyway. How do we work this?" Blake looked thoughtful, "What kind of vehicle are you riding in or on?" I answered simply, "a slightly old Toyota Corolla." "The road up to my farm is dirt, bad, and really requires four wheel drive. Tell you what; follow me and Eamon out to where the dirt road branches off from the paved highway. You park there and transfer to my Land Rover. I wouldn't want you to risk your car on that road." "Thanks," I said, "the car is privately rented so your offer is doubly appreciated."

We followed Blake and Eamon out of the temple building. They had parked quite close by, as it appeared they had arrived early for the ceremony. We climbed into Blake's vintage but functional Land Rover and he drove us further down the road to where we had parked and we transferred to our rented car. Past the temple there was virtually no traffic other than the odd motorcycle and it was easy to follow Blake. We drove for a number of kilometers and finally Blake put on his blinker and pulled across the road to the right hand shoulder and parked. I carefully parked and locked the rented car.

Isaac and I went over to the Land Rover. Blake and Eamon got out, I have to say putatively, to stretch. Blake gestured towards the rutted track, not a road, we were obviously about to ascend into the foothills above the valley where SanKahmphaeng was located. "Get ready for a bumpy ride. There's no comfort in these old Land Rovers, but at least mine can make it up this thing. It's a lot more interesting in the rainy season."

We assembled to get into the car. Blake stopped, "Why don't you have Isaac sit up front so he can get the view. Eamon's seen it many times." The arrangement struck me as odd, and privately I thought premeditated, but I acceded. Isaac climbed into the shotgun position next to Blake, and Eamon and I got into the back seat. I was a little unhappy about the lack of seat belts, and the close presence of the compelling quasi-redhead was disturbing enough I was glad I was I was wearing my 501's that masked my tumescent embarrassment. We set off and it became immediately apparent how awful the dirt track was.

The strong but not particularly comfortable vehicle began to bounce over the deep ruts and occasionally did a slight tail slide. When we set out, Eamon had unselfconsciously placed a hand on my right knee, to which I did not object but wondered about. The bumps became rather violent and he suddenly threw both arms around my shoulders. "Can't have you falling crooked off the seat, now, can we then?" I gulped and could simply get out, "No." The road smoothed out some, so Eamon dropped one arm but kept his left arm draped across my shoulders. I realized a seduction was underway, but was quite willing to be seduced. I wondered, idly, what was going on in the front seat, but thought there wasn't much Blake could accomplish with both hands on the steering wheel.

I have no idea how many kilometers we covered, as Blake had to drive at a very slow pace to accommodate the condition of the road or track. Finally we reached an even smaller track, which apparently led to Blake's compound. Blake turned left and we jounced not very long to a very neatly laid out farm in a relatively flat fold in the foothills we had been ascending. The main house had been built on a raised bed of compacted earth in what I called Thai rustic style-that is, it was made largely of split logs but was not built on raised stilts like traditional Thai farm houses. The excavation of the earth to make the pad for the house had created a rather sizable pond in front of the house. Blake had dammed some small stream coming out of the foothills and the pond was full and picturesque; there was even a small row boat moored to a stake at the edge. There were a couple of field buildings to one side and a covered car port, where Blake parked the Land Rover. "Here we are fellows," he said merrily, "out we go."

We all go out and I noticed carefully planted and tended rows of fruit trees. Being agriculturally ignorant, I asked "What all do you plant here?" Blake pointed proudly to his small orchard. "Well, in the orchard there is one row each of longan, linchee, and mangoes, and a few scattered trees like custard apples and such. The passion fruit vines are behind the house. I have a horticulturalist who helps me maintain things and we're seeing about grafting an all-season mango tree and other minor things. I keep everything at top quality as I have specialty customers like the fancy hotels and the better restaurants when the fruit is in season."

Blake rubbed his hands together. "Well, gentlemen. Isaac, do you think you could help me lay out lunch?" Isaac just nodded. "Eamon, you and Wolf amuse yourselves as you see fit. I'll ring the dinner bell when lunch is ready." With that, Blake took off towards the main house with Isaac in his wake, leaving me alone with Eamon. "Well, young Wolf, would you fancy a short row on the pond? I like the exercise and to take just a bit of sun. I must be careful with this redhead skin." Like Isaac, I could only nod.

We got down to the edge of the pond and clambered into the small rowboat without mishap. Eamon took the rower's seat and I sat on a passenger seat in the stern of the boat facing him. I managed to get the mooring rope off its stake and Eamon got the oars into the locks. Before setting off, however, he unbuttoned and removed his shirt. I am sure all of this was calculated, but I had to stop from gasping. He had broad shoulders and beautifully muscled upper arms. His pectorals were tight and unmorphed, and his belly was totally flat. His chest and abdomen sported a light covering of dark auburn hair. My knees turned to water and I was at a loss what he expected me to do, if anything, as he rowed easily along, obviously enjoying the sun and pulling the oars. He raised his face towards the sun, and then looked at me directly. "I enjoy this, but I daren't be out here bare chested like this longer than fifteen minutes or so. But I don't think it will take longer than that for Blake and your lad to lay out the food." He resumed rowing.

The play of his muscles across his burly upper body and arms as he rowed in a slow circle around the circumference of the none too large pond finally prompted me to action. I leaned forward and placed one hand on his hairy muscular chest. He stopped rowing, looked down at my hand, and looked up to give me an encouraging smile. He resumed rowing as I ran my hand down his chest and belly to begin fiddling with his belt and the snap of his jeans. He stopped rowing just long enough to release the oars, unzip and push his pants and underwear down to his knees, and then resumed rowing. His action revealed a smooth, fully erect and sizable uncut cock.

I knelt awkwardly in the bottom of the cramped row boat and began to suck his cock. I always liked to suck an uncut cock, and wished my parents had left mine that way. The things you could do with a foreskin made giving head so much more varied and entertaining. I continued to run my hands over his bare upper body and felt a kind of purr somewhere around his diaphragm. "Ah lad, that's a good motivation for me to row and row." We were enjoying ourselves when I heard a loud gong. Eamon began to turn the boat back to the stake on the shore where it was moored. "Come Wolf, this is fine and good, but some tucker will give us a bit of energy for amusements to come, eh?" I got back to my seat and as Eamon maneuvered the boat stern first towards the shore and I managed to throw the loop of mooring rope on the stake.

I was fascinated, as rather than rearranging his pants, Eamon managed to jerk the legs of his jeans over his shoes. After I had hopped ashore, he followed me, stark naked and erect save for his shoes. I just stared. Eamon looked at me, "Come on, lad, the others will be hungry." I followed him up to the main house. It totally puzzled that these men had wives or girl friends and could carry on like this. Ahead of me, Eamon slipped out of his trainers on the terrace of the house and calmly entered, stark naked save for his athletic socks. I discarded my own shoes and followed him.

Upon entering I was further surprised to see that Blake and Isaac were both, similarly, totally nude. The sight of Blake naked made me mouth "very bear" under my breath. He was magnificent, if one finds such appealing, which both Isaac and I do. He was not a tall man, but substantially built with broad muscular shoulders, a deep well-fashioned chest, and a belly that had perhaps once been flat but had gone slightly to flab. It was a build that spoke of some weight lifting in his past, but maintained by the hard work that went into maintaining a premium fruit farm. The bear part came from his pronounced hirsuteness. His belly and chest were covered by a thick pelt of dark hair that matched his thick beard. This continued up and over his shoulders, down his upper arms, and in patches on his well shaped back. He had a smooth, half-erect uncut cock to match Eamon's, covered by a thick bush of pubic hair and his muscular legs were similarly hairy. I could only admire, although I still found Eamon more esthetically attractive.

I sidled up to Isaac, "So, has he had you as an hors d'ouvre yet?" Isaac looked at me over his shoulder, "No, we've fooled around a little but I think I'm more the dessert course." I was about to say something when Blake boomed, "Come, gentlemen, sit down and let's eat."

Northern Thai food is perfect for casual eating as it doesn't have to be served hot. The glutinous or sticky rice is steamed once in the early morning and eaten throughout the day, cold. The dishes to eat with the rice consisted of a tasty local sausage, called sai ua, and a couple of so called chili sauces. These are sauces of varied ingredients in which the diner dips a rolled ball of sticky rice. Blake had laid out nam phrik ong, a tomato based sauce not unlike a Western spaghetti sauce, and nam phrik num, a sauce made of green chilies, which could be fiery. The only hot dish was a bland soup with tofu which was served in a single pot surrounded by Chinese soup spoons-one simply dipped the spoon in and ate. Serving in a Northern Thai household is similarly convenient. The food is laid out on a Khan Thoke, a low round table made of wood or plaited rattan. These are simply placed on a mat and the diners sit cross-legged to eat. They are then stowed, which obviates having a dining table taking up space.

I was about to sit down when Blake said, "Hey, young Wolf, don't you think you're a bit overdressed to dine?" Sheepishly, I removed my clothes, hung them over a chair, and sat down naked like the rest of my confreres. Eamon ran his hand down my resolutely hairless chest and fiddled with my as yet still flaccid penis. "Ah yes, lad, I like them smooth." As if to be competitive, Isaac similarly rubbed Blake's massive shaggy chest and said, "And I like bears." Blake smiled indulgently, but waved Isaac's massaging hand away. "Come, let's eat, the food is here."

We ate in companionable silence, with little sound except the tearing of balls of sticky rice from the central mass in its basket, and the occasional slurp as people took spoonfuls of soup. Finally the eating came to an end. The soup and sausage were gone and only a residue of the chili sauces remained in the tin plates. Blake and Isaac stood up to clear the dishes and stow the khan thoke.

Eamon and I moved to a mattress that was on the floor, covered with a locally woven cotton fabric as upholstery to make a floor level sofa. The back was made of several large firm kapok filled pillows, similarly covered. We leaned back against the pillows and Eamon's hand found its way to my crotch and began to tease my cock to erection as he used his other to pull my head to his and we began to make out in earnest. I always liked kissing men with thick mustaches, as it titillated me in an idiosyncratic way. My hand found its own way to between Eamon's legs to stroke his fine prick, which had never completely lost the erection it had developed when we were rowing. It hardened to full erection until it was virtually standing straight up against his body. He sighed and reacted by thrusting his tongue lasciviously into my mouth and our foreplay intensified.

Finally, he pulled back. "Come lad, let's get to sixty-nine and notch things up a little." We began to clumsily shift position so we could suck each other's cock. As we moved on the relatively narrow mattress, I glanced over at Blake and Isaac, who were in a similar clinch that Eamon and I had just abandoned. Isaac was enthusiastically rubbing both hands through the more heavily pelted portions of Blake's upper body.

As we shifted Eamon followed my glance. "Ah, your friend is keen about bearishness. Some aren't. Don't worry, I think Blake wants to fool with you later, and I fancy your friend as well. It's rare we get such an opportunity of complete privacy without our women about." With that, he reclined on the 'sofa' and began to suck my cock, skillfully. I positively shuddered, as his skill at giving head, together with the tips of his copious mustache brushing my prick like a whisk broom, sent to me to the heights. I finally applied myself to his hard cock and tried to reciprocate. I ran my hand through the coarse auburn hair on his chest while I cupped his balls with the other and tried, valiantly I thought, to deep throat him.

I lost track of time at how long we pleasured each other orally, but I found myself getting more intensely aroused than I had seldom been, and this without the frequent benefit of being stoned. Suddenly, I heard Isaac sort of gasp, "God Wolf, this man is fucking my brains out!" I was in the position to see over Eamon's hip. Isaac was prone on the other 'sofa' and the very bear had covered him, his hairy ass working as he thrust. Eamon let off sucking my cock and said, "Don't you think it's time, lad?" We both knelt upright on the sofa and I was at a loss at what to do.

Eamon's impressive cock was as imperatively erect as ever. He smiled, "Why don't you put some spit of my prick to get me ready for you, and then we'll have us a good shag." I bent over, and pulled his cock down slightly from its upright stance. I managed to dribble some spit onto the shaft of Eamon's cock twice or more and rubbed the result up to the head and around as best I could. I knelt upright again. "Ah, lad, don't look so apprehensive. Surely ye've been fucked before." I nodded. Eamon pushed me into a sitting position with my back firmly supported by one of the thick pillows serving as a back for the sofa.

"Get those legs in the air, lad. I like to shag in a position that lets me see where my cock is going; intensifies the pleasure like." I struggled to raise my legs vertical and then split them like the ears of an old-fashioned TV antennae. I had seen this position in photos on porn web sites, but never had been had that way. It was difficult; as a result of my style of weight training and an aversion to stretching, I am not very flexible. I managed the requisite elevation. Eamon knelt in front of me, hooked one arm around one of my knees, and used the other to get the head of his cock into my slightly raised asshole. I gasped, as he then quickly grabbed my other knee with his arm and took me to the hilt in one quick slide. It was true we both had a view, mine however slightly obscured, of what was happening. The sight of his red-orange pubic hair merging with my slight bit of blond was ephemerally interesting. Eamon looked down with satisfaction at our conjoined bodies and moved his hips from side to side which elicited more gasps from me. That movement in my already distended rear passage was a bit difficult. "Ah, young Wolf, you've a right fine tight one, let's fuck."

And fuck we did. Eamon leaned forward with both arms hooked around my knees, which raised my ass further off the sofa, and proceeded to screw me like a teenager. Somewhere in my mental exercises to try to accommodate the energetic prick probing my rear, I registered fascination at such sexual vigor in a man of Eamon's age. I finally managed to relax into it, and the feelings of pain at Eamon's intrusion receded to pleasure as I began to enjoy the slide of his cock as he thrust. "Oh, lad," he half moaned, "I haven't shagged so good in ages. The boyo's about to come, he is." The more ardent he became, the more Eamon seemed to lapse into Irish or British vocabulary and syntax. In his passion, Eamon leaned further forward and suddenly his rapidly thrusting cock began to graze my prostate. I suddenly involuntarily came, and my penis felt electric as I shot wads of semen into Eamon's auburn chest hair as he emptied himself into my rear.

He slumped over my shoulders for a bit and then knelt upright, and withdrew his softening cock from my well-used ass. He looked at me and smiled, "oh, young Wolf, that was downright riotous sex." He fingered my cum on his hairy chest. "I seldom have this effect on the men I consort with. I'm glad my shagging did you well." I half-way giggled, "That was one of the best fucks I've had when I bottomed." "When you bottom, you say? You top then too?" I simply nodded. "Ah, versatile like are ye? Hmm, I shall have to speak to Blake but perhaps you young men could spend the night. The women won't be home until late Sunday night. Perhaps I might entertain this instrument," he tweaked my limp penis, "up me own bum as reciprocity." I was about to say something when a groan from the other sofa turned our attention. Isaac was propped up against the sofa cushions and the very bear was sucking his cock. Isaac was shuddering and it was obvious that he was coming. Blake seemed to take Isaac's entire orgasm in his mouth. When Isaac subsided, Blake stood up, with cum dripping from his mustache and beard, and simply beamed good will over the reception room.

He turned his attention to Eamon and me. "Did you gentlemen have a good go of it? It's been so long since I enjoyed myself with the young, it was fine." Eamon gestured at his chest, "It was good enough Wolf here came spur-of-the-moment like all over me. I need to clean up." Blake fingered his mustache and licked up a drop of cum, "and I also." He looked back at Isaac and then at me. "We'll have to take turns as the bathroom is small. What say Eamon and I go first and then you young gentlemen see to your needs?" I could only nod.

The two of them padded off to the rear of the house. I went and sat next to Isaac. "I take it the very bear had you rather well then?" "The very what? Oh, Blake. He buggered my butt to here and back, but he certainly gives good head to orgasm in return. I'd have to say the fuck was very good in the end." I nodded agreement, "Same with Eamon, hurt like hell at first but in the end he made me come simply with his fucking. By the way, looks like there might be some switching here. It appears that Eamon fancies, his term, you and Blake me vice versa." "Fine with me," Isaac said, "I'm not sure I'd like another go with that aggressive giant teddy bear."

At the moment Blake and Eamon returned to the reception room, both still sleekly wet. Blake gestured to where he and his friend had come from. "Go ahead. The generator is running fine and the boiler thing will give you hot water." Isaac and I walked in the general direction of the rear of the house and spied the bathroom through its open door. It was a functional Thai bathroom with a simple bath jar full of cold water, a squat toilet, a small sink and an electric water heater that heated water that flowed through it over electric coils, but did not store water.

We turned the shower through the water heater set on low and began to wash up. Isaac asked, "Do you suppose these guys are taking Viagra or something? They seem to have a lot of sexual energy for middle-aged men." I rinsed off my ass, "No, I think they have healthy sex drives for what they don't get often--guys like us. Hey, Eamon suggested maybe the two of us might spend the night. What do you think?" Isaac similarly rinsed his bum, "Damn, my ass is still tingling from the rogering that bear gave me. What spend the night? It seems a half-way all right proposition, if I don't have to bottom all the time. And, perhaps, if these daddies could produce some dope." "I don't know about that," I said, "but Eamon suggested maybe I might fuck him if we sleep over. As to dope, I don't know. Let's get dried off and see what else is in store." We did so and returned to the front room.

Upon arriving we were treated to the spectacle of Blake preparing a couple of stuffed cigarette numbers with dope in the same way I prepared mine. He held up a Ziploc bag full of finely cleaned ganja and said gaily, "Do you young gentlemen fancy a bit of the devil weed?" We both nodded vigorously. Blake returned his attention to tamping the mixed dope and tobacco back into the cigarette. "I rather thought so. Mind you, my wife doesn't approve, and I have a bit of illicit cultivation up behind the passion fruit. To this also she protests, but is willing to admit it's safer than buying it from someone. The cops would never sacrifice their comfort to bounce on up here, for sure. It gets a bit lonely up here at times, and this helps." He finished his task and leaned back against the sofa cushions holding one. He put it in his mouth, lit a match from a book, and lit up and took a healthy hit. He passed it on to me.

Blake said in the odd voice of someone smoking ganja who was trying to talk and hold the smoke in his lungs at the same time, "It also helps guys Eamon's and my age to get it up again too."

Still standing, Isaac took the number from me and did his business. He then rather obviously settled in next to Eamon, who reacted by beginning to finger Isaac's minimal chest hair. I sat down next to Blake. There was an abundance of choice of where to play with body hair. I was just reaching for his hair ridden chest when we heard the sound of a four wheel drive vehicle stopping in the compound. After a brief interval there was the sound of knocking at the door. Blake shooed the three of us into another room off the reception room, which seemed to be the single bedroom of the modest ranch house. Eamon quietly shut the door. We waited in silence for what seemed like eons. Finally there was a single knock on the bedroom door and Blake's voice said simply, "Come on out guys, it's just my up the track neighbor, Julius."

Eamon quite simply opened the bedroom door and went out. I looked around and saw not a pakamah or a sarong or anything I could use to cover some portion of my nakedness. I finally decided to hell with it and ventured out, leaving Isaac to make his own decisions. We had not consulted on this.

I walked to the front room to find the individual who had knocked on the front door. He was no less remarkable than Eamon and Blake. He was alertly surveying the front room and seemed oblivious to the fact that the three of us were stark naked. "Aha, aha, Blake you reprobate you find such a handsome young man, no, no, men." This, as Isaac had decided to follow me into the front room, "and you do not call Julius. Ah, my heart is taken to the muck, as it seems you no longer care for your neighbor." He clutched his chest dramatically.

The fellow making these protestations seemed in the very bear category and was one of the more remarkable bears I had ever seen. It was obvious he was a redhead, despite the frayed baseball cap he wore. Where Eamon and Blake favored full beards, this specimen had his foliage reduced to a goatee of a russet red. But the portion on his chin had been trained and cut to an even length like the finial of a spade-cut beard, and it jutted out aggressively. The rest of his face was authoritative rather than handsome. His face was long and tapered over prominent cheek bones to a strong but narrow chin. Somewhat deep set, small blue eyes peered around the room under slightly bushy red brows. He reminded me of a Marine drill sergeant.

Despite a height of not more than five-seven he was massive. His very broad shoulders, barrel chest, and slightly bulging but by no means fat abdomen stretched the fabric of the tee-shirt he wore until it fit like a second skin. The sleeve seams were pulled a few inches up his shoulders as a result of this, and revealed well muscled arms. These and the portion of his strapping legs that showed below his khaki bush shorts were luxuriantly furred with coarse red hair.

"You, Blake. I must learn from a cousin of my maid that the women of the house are absent and now you have two such handsome young men too. I am stabbed to the quick." He made a grand Shakespearean gesture of clutching his heart again and a mock collapse.

Blake took one step forward. "Well, Julius. I am sorry you are dying on my front room floor. Eamon and I met these young men when we went to pay respects to the luang pu and lunch became well… Why don't you get yourself to the same state we are," he indicated our collective state of undress, "and I'll leave it to our guests if you might be integrated into the rest of the afternoon's amusements." This blond young fellow is Wolf, and the other with the gecko tattoo is Isaac." Julius made another Shakespearean gesture of a courtier's bow with waved hand and bent knee and then applied himself to removing his clothes. When he removed his baseball cap to slide his tee-shirt off, I saw he was a shavehead, which increased his sergeant major image. Incongruously, when he was totally naked he seemed impelled to replace the cap, as his only article of clothing.

Stripped, his burly redheaded nakedness quickened my desire, just like the sight of Eamon naked had. Unlike Eamon, Julius was a true redhead from goatee to pubes. His powerful torso, shoulders and upper arms, and much of his back were covered with an abundant mat of tawny red hair that curled randomly. He had small but prominent nipples that were already erect. It seemed the sight of the four of us was a natural aphrodisiac, as his penis coursed to full erection that stood up from his body at a forty-five degree angle with a slight curve. Altogether, he was a splendid animal.

"Well gentlemen," Blake said amiably, "Let's have a bit more ganja and jointly figure what we can do to accommodate five of us here." He lit up the second number he had prepared, took a hit, and then passed to the rest of it. The five of us sat on the mattress sofas to share the number, and Julius had settled next to me. Rather than touching me, as Eamon had done, Julius took my hand in his and ran my fingers through his chest pelt like a comb. "Quite a contrast aren't we, you're Wolf was it?" I nodded. He continued, "Do you think you might be keen on doing something with someone so much smaller than your tall, slender self?" I mentally laughed at someone with his overall body confirmation calling himself 'smaller'. He reached one muscular arm around my waist and his hand slid down. I gasped as his middle finger found its way up my asshole.

I felt as if my dance card had fewer blanks than people to write in on it. I started to say, "It's a possibility Julius, but Eamon…" Before I could finish Julius snorted. "Ah, I daresay that randy fake redhead has rogered your behind to there and back. I might give you a different experience in the same category if not quite so turbulent." Just then, Eamon settled on my other side and said, "I'll bet our furry neighbor here is filling your head with propositions." He glanced down at Julius's busy hand, and finished, "and more." What might we three get up to, do you suppose?" I gulped and looked around. It seemed, despite what he had said, Isaac was working himself up to round two with Blake.

Before I could say anything, Blake stood up, pulling Isaac with him, and said, "Gentlemen, why don't we repair to the bedroom? The bed is custom king-size and should accommodate us five. With that, he headed for what seemed like the single bedroom of the ranch house. The three of us got up awkwardly and followed. Concealing myself at Julius's arrival I had not noticed, but the bedroom seemed to have been built especially to contain the aforementioned custom made bed, which was the size of a small wrestling mat. We all flopped awkwardly on the huge thing. Julius bent over and began to very ably suck my cock. He was skilled and this thick mustache had the same scritchy effect on my cock that Eamon's had and the bristling spade-cut portion of his goatee brushing my body had a similarly erotic effect. I just fell back and enjoyed what Julius was doing to my prick. Vaguely, I heard Blake and Eamon get off the bed and go rummage in a wardrobe.

"Wolf?" It was Eamon. I sat up somewhat confused. "Since it's the three of us, Blake thought this might be useful in the entertainment." I blanched. Eamon was holding a two headed dildo the likes of which I had again only seen in the 'accessories gallery' of porn sites. The penile heads at either end were large and the shaft connecting them was substantial and lumpy as to be almost corrugated.

I gulped. I'd never used 'toys' before, but being somewhat stoned and horny decided there was a first time for everything. I nodded, which I seemed to be doing a lot that afternoon. I glanced to the head of the bed and saw, with some fascination, that it seemed Blake was going to let Isaac top him. Blake was laying prone parallel to the line of pillows at the head. Isaac lubed his cock, straddled Blake's burly thighs, sank his cock into the man's muscular ass and started to fuck.

Julius snorted, "Eamon, this handsome boy needs a real man's prick up his young ass rather than some sinister piece of plastic." "Come on, Julius, we can call it a prelude to something more, ah, natural. It'll expand his experience." Julius sort of snarked, "It will expand more than his experience. But all right, I'll give him head while you two play with that thing. Getting some good cocksucking will take the edge off; I've used those before."

I felt a tremor in my voice. "How do we do this, then? I've never used such a thing, single or otherwise." "Ah," said Eamon, "The best way is for both to lie facing in opposite directions with our legs kind of interlaced, with this thing connecting us, of course. I'll get us connected but I think it best if you take your end first and then I'll join you like. Lie on your back with your head towards the side of the bed so we don't disturb Blake and your friend. I glanced over and saw that Blake had his arms extended, his hands clutching the bedspread, as Isaac thrust away rapidly and heartily.

I did as he said. Julius knelt next to my head. He reached over Isaac and Blake without apology, took hold of a pillow, and urged my head up so he could put it under it. "Here, young fellow, you might like to see what's happening while you two play with this thing." I tentatively spread my legs as Eamon had instructed and raised my knees. I watched as Eamon lubed the two heads of the dildo. "Here lad, take some weight on your feet and raise your ass a bit." I again did as he said and tried to relax. Eamon knelt in front of me, his hands and the toy out of sight.

When he fitted the head of the thing into my ass I literally gasped and had to bite my hand to keep from crying out. He then incorporated a bit more of it in and the rub of the lumpy corrugations of the shaft afforded some pleasure over the pain of the invasion. I watched, still gasping, as Eamon sat with his knees raised so he could fit the other end of the seemingly infernal thing .invading me into his own ass. The end inside my own ass wiggled achingly as Eamon slipped more of the shaft of thing into me as he slid onto it himself. At the same time he lay slowly back and slid his legs under my knees with his own knees raised, until our legs were interlaced as he had said. Eamon said, "Ah, young lad, this thing stretches one a bit eh? Shove forward and our balls will be touching; it's very erotic."

I did so and felt his hairy balls touching mine as he began a slight rocking motion to move the double-headed apparatus connecting us. I was enjoying the erotic novel experience when Julius intensified it delightfully by grabbing hold of both our erect cocks and taking the heads of both into his mouth at once. He then demonstrated his oral skills by moving half-way down the shafts of the two cocks in his mouth and giving us tentative joint head. My world of erotic novelties seemed to explode as I enjoyed joint head with my cock pressed tight against that of my fuckmate as we were conjoined by the double headed dildo swelling our asses at last sensually. An added bonus was that our balls were rubbing. Suddenly, I felt those first stirrings leading up to orgasm and managed to shout, "Ease off, Julius, I want to come with you in me, not this plastic thing!"

Julius released our two pricks and knelt upright. "Well, I should think so, young man. Disconnect yourselves from that toy and let's sort this out. Isn't organic the way of the world these days?" I briefly chuckled and eased myself off my end of the dildo and almost ended up doing a backwards summersault off the side of the bed. I knelt upright on the bed in front of Julius and we clinched and began to make out. The feel of his copious tawny pelt against my smooth chest while I kissed his mouth through his almost aberrant goatee, which was brushing my upper chest was almost a sufficient stimulant to make me come. Julius broke away and asked, "Did you want us two to fuck by ourselves or did you have a threesome in mind?" I was about to answer when Eamon moaned as he slowly removed his end of the dildo from his ass and moaned, "I need more cock." "Threesome," I said simply. But how do we do this? I've never been in a three-way involving fucking exclusively."

Julius sat back on the bed with his legs crossed. His fine cock was still engorged and erect, seeming to be trying to crawl into his navel. "Well, one way is for you to lie on you back near the edge of the bed, have Eamon take your cock from on top, and I would stand at the side of the bed, fucking you at the same time." "No," I said reaching to caress his hairy chest, "I want to feel this against me while you fuck me, front or back doesn't matter." "Well, then," we go for being layered. You can have Eamon lie on his back on the edge of the bed. You fuck him standing next to the bed and I fuck you standing behind you-and we make a train of it. Or, you take Eamon doggie style near the edge of the bed and I take your raised rear standing behind you. I can bend over and brush your back with this." He ran a hand over his red pelted chest.

I didn't need to think, "I think I'd like to try the last possibility. Is that all right with you, Eamon?" Eamon was discarding the used dildo over the side of the bed with an oddly disassociated look on his face. His answer was to lever himself onto his knees just away from the edge of the bed, and then bend over to lean his face on his folded arms with his ass invitingly raised. It was lightly covered with auburn hair of the same color as that on his fine chest and I needed no further invitation. I straddled his calves with my own legs and used one hand to apply the head of my still erect prick to his temptingly presented asshole. He seemed to find my cock an acceptable substitute for the discarded toy. As I slowly eased my cock in to the hilt, he groaned appreciably. I began to thrust slowly and bent half-way over him, caressing his hairy chest while he played with my balls by reaching back between his legs.

This incredibly sensuous lascivious action was complicated when Julius neared Eamon's and my coupling. Standing behind me, he grabbed my hips with work hardened hands to position himself and then released one hand to guide the head of his cock into my well-exercised asshole. His hand returned to my hip and I bend over Eamon and groaned as Julius's curved rock-hard prick entered me to the hilt. He bent forward until his luxuriant chest covering was tickling my sensitive back in all the right places and he made brushing motions with the bottom of his curious goatee across the back of my neck. I could hardly concentrate on the fact that my own cock was in another redhead's ass.

"Let's coordinate, young Wolf., one, two three, thrust!" Somehow I got things together and thrust into Eamon's amenable ass as Julius, in a synchronized movement, filled my own with his wicked prick. We got the train moving. The feeling of fucking while being fucked was indescribable; there I was sliding my penis into Eamon's ass while having my own worked over by the muscular Julius, with his chest pelt brushing over the length of my sensitized back. Somehwere along the line I found myself shouting, "I never thought I'd be the blond filling in a redhead sandwich!", which elicited a few chuckles from somewhere. I took no notice as I was completely, and perhaps selfishly, wrapped up in my own pleasure. Unconsciously, my hand under Eamon's body had migrated from his hairy chest to his cock, which I played with as Julius fucked me and I fucked Eamon.

Underneath me, Eamon groaned, his penis swelled, and the palm of my hand was suddenly full of cum as he ejaculated. This caused a chain reaction. Eamon's orgasm caused his inner muscles to grasp my prick tightly, which triggered my own orgasm. I spurted hot streams of cum into Eamon's ass, groaning at the particularly acute pleasure of this climax, and my own finishing seemed to prompt Julius. He thrust almost painfully in my rear to the hilt, threw his head back, and quite simply howled. After a while all three of us finally subsided. As we moved to disengage a kind of chortle to my right caught my attention. I glanced over and saw Isaac lying in front of Blake. Obviously they had been enjoying the scene in front of them.

"Fine performance, gentlemen. Young Wolf I was titillated by that interesting sight, but your friend Isaac here declines to have me again. Do you think you could accommodate me?" I was feeling reckless and simply said, "Yes". This caused Isaac to scrunch down to the end of the bed and slide of the end, leaving Blake alone in his hirsute splendor. I almost stopped at the sight of his emphatically ready cock. I am not good at estimating the length of things but this had to be eight inches at least, very thick, and pulsingly erect. I suddenly could understand why Isaac didn't want a second go with the man. I had agreed so I said, "If I'm to take that thing of yours it will have to be me on top." Blake answered, "Fine with me m'boy", and turned to lie on his back, with his prick standing straight up like a penile obelisk.

I walked across the width of the bed on my knees, with Eamon and Julius sitting and watching from where we had just been fucking. Blake truly was a magnificent very bear with that thick, nearly unbroken pelt covering his torso from shoulders and neck down to his prick. I knelt and briefly tongued his small erect nipples and then turned my attention to giving him some rudimentary head. My intention in no way was to arouse him further; this was unnecessary. I just wanted to get some spit for lube onto the end of his cock before I mounted him. He seemed to enjoy it anyway.

I straddled his waist and backed up a bit on my knees. I took hold of his daunting prick with one hand and tentatively fitted the swollen head into my ass. The act of just getting that big thing past my ring and getting things started forced me to put my other hand to my mouth to keep from crying out. It was as 'expanding', as Julius had said, as the plastic toy, or even more so. Having the head of his immense cock placed, I started a slow, controlled slide down the thick rod of his prick. No matter how I tried to conduct things, the invasion of the total of the very bear's erection seemed to reinvent my asshole. I understood why Isaac had declined to bottom for the man again. I decided to make the best of it. I began to post slowly on the pole I had so eagerly agreed to get onto to. I found as things progressed and I managed to relax there was a pleasurable side to it. The very extreme nature of the extreme fuck I had agreed to was revitalizing to my own recently depleted cock and I found myself newly erect as I posted on Blake's hard, thick, long rod. I began to jerk my cock in rhythm to my up and down movements as we fucked.

Blake threw one arm over his eyes and moaned, "Oh, Wolf, what that fine tight young ass of yours is doing to me." His hips began to thrust slightly upwards as I moved down and I found the limits of this 'expanding' experience. Blake and I seemed to settle in a mutual and agreeable cadence as we screwed and I was aware of nothing but his long, thick cock filling my ass to the limit and the feelings it engendered.

Suddenly, Blake arched his back and let out an extended sigh of, "Oh, yesss, yess," and shuddered. At nearly the same time I felt that click in my cock go click and I was ejaculating in pleasurable spurts onto Blake's hairy belly. Finally, we both relaxed and I carefully dismounted from his slowly softening prick. My ass still tingled from the rogering I had just been given or had given Blake. I always had trouble in classifying the concept of bottoming while riding on top. I flopped down next to Blake and we made out gently in that kind of post-coital lassitude where you just enjoy intimacy with the man you've just had sex with to the exclusion of most of the rest of the world.

Our little bubble was burst when Julius broke in, "Well gentlemen, that was an edifying and stimulating performance, but I've got to get home to feed my animals." I rolled over to see the burly redhead pulling on his jeans. Eamon and Isaac were comfortably making out and seemed to be moving towards another round such I had just finished with Blake. I turned back to Blake to enjoy his very bear body with my hands and cuddle.

It turned out Isaac and I ended up spending the night, the four us alternatively sleeping together in the giant bed and getting up to indulge in some ganja to get things going again. We managed to recombine in various pairs until, to my stoned shock, I found myself having sex with Isaac. It was quite fine actually, coming to a physical expression of the good friendship you had felt for another guy for a long time. It didn't spoil our friendship at all.

Somehow, Blake managed to get us down the hill and to our rented car before his wife and Eamon's girl friend returned from Sukhothai. And Isaac and I returned to Chiang Mai.