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The Boys of Thailand Chapter Ten
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THE BOYS OF THAILAND
CHAPTER TEN
The following story is fiction, an author's escape from the harsh
realities of the West to the sensual pleasures of the sexually free
East. All characters portrayed in this story are non-existent. Any
resemblance to real people, dead, alive, or yet to be born, is truly
coincidental.
This story contains scenes of men having sex with minor boys. If
this type of material offends you, exit now, and do not continue.
If you are under the age of eighteen, or are under the legal age in
your city, state, providence, or country to read adult stories, exit
now and do not continue.
Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the activities of the actors within
this story. This story is fiction, and is intended for the reading
pleasure of adults. Fan Cha Phaw does not advocate the breaking
of any laws.
Ishmael Wilkins
While in the bathroom Du and I decided to shower. We soaped
each other and washed each other's bodies lovingly. I rinsed off
his dick for his second cum of the day. I sucked him to climax,
kneeling on the shower floor, swallowing his sweet boy cum. I
was rewarded soon after with a kneeling blowjob from Du. He
kept sucking me as I came, and afterwards he made a small show
of spitting out my cum, however, I noticed that whereas I had
cum at least a "gallon", he had not spit hardly anything out from
his mouth. My little lover had swallowed, perhaps, his first load
of cum, or at least his first load of foreign man cum.
We soaped ourselves up again, and enjoyed rubbing up against
each other. Finally Du turned his back to me, bent over, and
spread his ass cheeks, looking around his body at me, smiling. It
was his first awake invitation to take his ass. He wanted me to
fuck him right there in the shower, our first standing fuck. I
wanted to take him back out to the bed and fuck him "properly,"
however, I knew that Thoi was awake, and probably the others as
well, and I did not think that Du was ready to be seen being
fucked in front of his friends.
Gently, I entered him and began to rock back and forth in his ass.
After a few minutes, I stood still and began moving his hips back
and forth on my dick. I enjoyed the feeling of a boy's body
sliding on and off my dick perhaps more than actually thrusting in
and out of him. Boys who were physically small enough for me to
hold in my arms, I would pick them up, hold them to my chest,
and then lower them out straight from my body, supporting their
bodies with my arms at their necks and lower backs. I would then
slid into them and fuck them a bit. Slowly I would move my arms
down their backs until I was holding their buttocks or hips. At that
point they would have to support themselves in the horizontal
position. They usually accomplished this by wrapping their legs
around my waist. Holding their buttocks or hips, I would then
move them on and off my dick until I came inside of them.
I decided that as much as I wanted to try this position with Du, he
was a little to big and heavy for me to be able to do it, especially
standing in the shower. I was happy, however, to find that out
standing position was just as pleasurable. When I stopped sliding
Du on and off me for a minute to re-foot myself, I was surprised
to find that he took over the action. He began to slid himself back
and forth on my dick. I decided to relax and enjoy him fucking
himself on my dick. Although at first I thought that I might not be
able to cum like that, Du soon became quite good at it,
experimenting with various things to increase both of our
pleasures. Within minutes I buried myself deeply inside of him
and filled him with my cum. The boys left for work a few minutes
later, the other three complaining that we took too long in the
shower, making them have to rush, and I went back to bed with
dreams of having Thoi in the shower sliding his backside on and
off my dick.
During the day I decided to go out roaming around. I only got lost
a few dozen times, but I manager to find all of the places I had
intended to find. A few blocks away from my apartment I ran
across one of the most beautiful Thai boys I had ever seen. He
was nicely dressed, and looked extremely available. It is quite
easy for boy-lovers to spot an available boy. It is like a sixth
sense. The body language given off by a boy in this mode is
especially designed for boy-lovers to translate.
Gathering my courage, hoping that I was right, I approached the
boy. He had a little bit of practice with English. I would learn later
that his English was boy hustler English. He learned what was
necessary to turn tricks with foreign men. I quickly learned that
the boy was named "Noi," that he was eleven...almost twelve,
and that he wanted to come and visit me at my house. When I told
him where I lived, he frowned a little. Perhaps he had visions of a
rich tourist taking him back to his suite.
Realizing that he might have made a mistake, he quickly turned to
business. He told me that he would come back with me, and we
could... "play," all for five hundred Baht. Now I might have been
new in town, but twenty dollars for some play with a boy in a
land where almost any boy was willing and able, was a little
steep.
Thinking that something good could come from the adventure, I
pretended that I understood him and said "come on," heading off
towards my apartment. I walked into my building without too
many people noticing my companion. Once inside I told him, and
motioned for him to take his clothes off. Without batting an eye,
the lad stripped off his clothing and stood before me totally naked.
I decided that just in case things went badly when he learned that I
wanted to negotiate his fee, I took out my camera and began
snapping photos of the beautiful boy. The boy seemed pleased
that I was paying so much attention to him, and so he posed in all
of the positions which I suggested. Just as eagerly he stroked
himself to an erection for my lens. The boy was perhaps among
the most beautiful I have seen anywhere in the world.
One of my favorite shots of him was him lying on his back with
his legs spread wide, giving a clear view of his erect penis, his
droopy testicles, and his tiny puckered anus. If awards were given
for boy photos, that photo would have been a first prize winner.
Figuring that it was time to get to know him better, I undressed. I
watched his expression as I undressed. He was looking me over
as each article of clothing came off, seemingly waiting until I
bared my penis for him. I was sure that if he were a professional
boy, he would be a little interested in the size of my cock. A small
or medium size would mean an easy time for him. I was sure that
part of his bag of tricks was offering up his backside, so I was
equally sure that he was hoping that I would not be too big in the
dick department.
I hated to disappoint him, however, I was not so small in the dick
department. I was wishing at that moment that I could explain to
him that he need not be concerned as I was quite versed in fucking
boys and that my size would not hurt him, but I could not get that
point across. I watched his eyes grow large as he saw my erection
pop into view. The boy totally turned me on, my erection proof of
that.
After seeing my dick, the boy seemed as if he wanted to re-
negotiate our agreement, however, he simple sighed, seemingly
accepting his fate. His next move, however, was one that I had
never seen outside of New York's 42'nd Street. The boy
demanded his payment in advance. That was something which I
later learned was unheard of in the East.
Knowing that things would not be going well in the next few
minutes, I made an honest search of my pants pockets. I looked
shocked as I pulled out a bunch of small notes and coins. I looked
through all of my pockets, looking bewildered that I had so little
money. To add to the drama, I looked through a few drawers and
things, and then sat down a little sad looking. The boy watched
closely as I counted the bills out, adding a few coins to the pile to
make an even amount. The impressive looking pile, however,
turned out to be only two hundred Baht. I was three hundred short
of his requested fee.
With a little sad look on my face, I pulled fifty Baht from my pile.
I handed it to him and reached for his short pants, handing them to
him at the same time. I looked at him sadly and told him that I
didn't have enough. The fifty Baht was his for letting me take
pictures of him. The boy looked angry at first for his time being
wasted. My sad face, however, was having an effect on him. I
think that he was beginning to feel sorry for me.
Looking at me one more time, he spread his legs a little, held up
the fifty Baht, and said, "OK, you suck me fifty Baht." My little
hustler was giving me his dick for fifty baht. I suspect that he had
never even let a tourist seem him naked for fifty Baht. Not
wanting to lose the chance for a least a little sex with him, I dove
down on his dick and sucked him to a rather bumpy climax. Just
when he was pushing my head away, indicating that the blow job
was over, I said one minute and began sucking on his balls. This
quieted him a little, but only for a few more minutes. When I
began to lick lower between his legs, however, he quieted a bit.
When my tongue ran up against his tiny opening, he spread his
legs further, and lad back. Seemingly he was quite interested in
me rimming him.
A little concerned where his ass hole had been in the past, I dove
into him and rimmed him better (I hoped) than he had ever been
rimmed before, if any tourist had ever ventured to lick his ass
before fucking him.
Finally he seemed to be satisfied, and I realized that I was soon to
lose him. I decided to try another ploy to have him with me
longer. I pulled out another fifty Baht and asked "You suck me?"
He looked at me as if I were crazy, and saw my face as it
dropped. I put on one of my best pouts, guaranteed to melt all but
the hardest boy. He looked at me, back at the fifty Baht, and back
at me again. He had an aggravated look on his face, but I could
tell that he was a little sad at my sadness.
END CHAPTER TEN
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