Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2006 04:51:39 -0800
From: joe69orforg@yahoo.com
Subject: Thai Boy 2: Royal Orchid Joy

Here is a continuation of a night in Bangkok that stimulated more than the
usual amount of interest by Nifty readers--some who have had their own
experiences in Thailand. There are yet other stories in my Asian fun file
if the genre is one that interests readers--just lemme know.

Horny Joe


Royal Orchid Joy


We stepped off the elevator and walked down the corridor to Room 1717, at
the Royal Orchid Hotel. I slipped my card key into the slot and opened the
door. Dan had been groping Jon hungrily, but as I stepped inside, they
quickly followed me, and the door started to close. Jon stopped it, took
the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and hung it on the outside door knob. There
should be no early-morning intrusion by hotel workers if we wished to enjoy
the extended companionship of our young Thai boy.

Our room overlooked the river, and the night view was spectacular. We had
two queen-size beds but used only the one nearest the window. Both beds
were turned down and had a small foil-wrapped chocolate on the pillow.

I stood briefly enjoying the sight of still-busy boat traffic, roaring
motors and tooting whistles that reached even as high as our tower
room. Dan was embracing Jon warmly, stroking his back and writhing
sensuously, pressing his body against Jon's pelvis. As I turned to see what
was occurring, Dan motioned me nearer and pulled me into his embrace. He
pressed his hard tumescence against my thigh and rubbed firmly and
provocatively. We three stood in close embrace and enjoyed a welling up of
our desires.

Dan soon moved to unbutton and remove Jon's shirt, then mine, then his
own. His small, bare torso was smooth, pale olive, and capped by two tiny
nipples barely different in color from his skin. He nuzzled Jon's chest
hair and licked his chest, murmuring quietly, then repeated his light
tasting of my body. Jon and I then each took a side of his naked skin and
flickered our lips and tongues across his nipples. He sighed contentedly,
and as we continued, he worked both hands opening our pants.

Dan's pants were a simple light cotton garment with an elastic band and no
fly. It was evident that he was aroused, and I brushed a hand across his
jutting promontory. I remembered it to be large by Thai standards from his
having displayed it during his dancing at the boy bar earlier in the
evening. His thrusting into my touch was a clear urging, so I stretched the
elastic band and slid the fabric covering down below his body.

His thick, curving member sprung free, the swelling head partly covered by
a darker foreskin. A loose sac swayed below, hairless. Only a sparse
scattering of dark pubic hair surrounded the base of his cock. His narrow
ass protruded roundly, also terribly smooth and pale, inviting.

We finished removing our pants and shoes, but Dan insisted by gestures that
it was his prerogative to take off our underwear and socks, so we allowed
him to proceed. As he pulled off Jon's tiny bikini, he took a quick lick at
Jon's large, rigid cock, then turned to me and followed the same moves. He
pushed us both back on the bed and knelt to remove our socks and his
own. Then he moved up to lie between us, stroking our thighs and flexing
his small, soft hands around our throbbing cocks. We returned the favors by
Jon's stroking his flat belly while I caressed his balls and massaged his
attractive cock, milking the foreskin back to reveal a deep cleft between
the corona and the stem. All taken, it was a nice assemblage designed to
provide great joy under proper stimulation.

The pleasure of handling a well-formed cock has always given me great joy,
and over the years I have found the touches that are likely to give the
owner the greatest excitement. I began working Dan's with firm, full
strokes, slowly, but with a deft stroke. Dan's response was to duplicate my
example on my and Jon's cocks. We played a game of follow-the-leader. I
would vary my motions, and Dan would follow with unerring
duplication. Fast, slow. Softly, firmly. Ball massage. I quickly begin to
flow copious amounts of clear juice, and Dan used it to lubricate his hand
strokes. Both he and Jon's slits were still dry, so I worked to stimulate
Dan's glans, and he immediately followed suit on Jon. I wondered how he
would follow when I took his cock into my mouth, which I maneuvered around
to do.

Dan's ability to duplicate my moves was not challenged at all. He simply
pushed our bodies around until Jon and I were hip to hip and he was above
me, his cock still deep into my throat. Dan had Jon's and my cocks together
and into his elastic lips. His busy tongue doing the magic things we had
experienced earlier in the alley.

Much as I enjoy handling hard cocks, I get even greater pleasure from
sucking them. Thick or thin, long or short, curving or straight, cut or
uncut, fat glans or pointed, I love them all. I especially like to take
them into my throat and feel the penetration as I ride the stem with my
firm lips and tongue. Dan's was a pleasant size and shape, and nuzzling
into his sparse pubic thatch allowed me to enjoy the spicy, pungent aroma
of his body.

Dan's talented lips and tongue were massaging Jon's and my differing bulks
and using their pressure against one another to add to the thrill. His
hands were massaging our balls and pubic areas tantalizingly. He was
helping me enjoy his cock by thrusting into my movements up and down his
length, and I kneaded his asscheeks hovering above my head. I spider-walked
my fingers into his narrow crack and felt a tiny pucker, which I began to
press into with a strong finger.

Each time one or the other of us felt a special jolt of excitement, we
sighed or murmured our satisfaction. As I pressed Dan's tight button, his
tone rose a few notes and increased in volume. His signal was clear, so I
gradually increased pressure until I had stretched the elastic opening
enough to get my finger inside. As I penetrated farther, I started to move
my finger in circles to stretch the small opening, and this brought about a
higher pitch in Dan's intonation and a move of his hands to find our two
butt holes. As I pressed in deeper to find his prostate bulge, he followed
suit, and as I abraded his hot bump, he found mine, and I assumed Jon's by
the moans Jon made. We continued our experimentation for some time,
discovering touches and learning what it felt like to be on both ends of
the same stimuli at the same instant.

I had moved up to having two and then three fingers inside Dan's small
butt, and even though his fingers were smaller, he was transmitting flashes
of heat into my body beyond any I had ever felt. We were all three deeply
into a high level of ecstasy, holding a high degree of erotic tension, but
we had just about reached the end of our repertoire in this position.

Jon reached into the nightstand and pulled out condoms and lube, items of
convenience we always carried. He rolled Dan to one side and slipped a
condom over his hot, wet erection, then gestured Dan to follow suit for
him. Dan expertly rolled the condom down Jon's long, thick cock, caressing
it into place with delicate fingers.

Jon then squeezed a generous amount of lube on his fingertips and smeared
it into my asshole with a familiar touch, squeezed out more and lubed Dan's
ass and their two cocks. Jon gestured toward me and gently nudged Dan to
kneel between my legs. I lifted my ass and helped guide the tumescent prong
into my pulsing sphincter. Dan moved expertly forward, kneeling over me and
licking my nipples as his cock sent ripples of heat radiating from my hot
channel through my body. As he pressed his pubic thatch against my balls,
Jon moved up behind and impaled Dan's ass with his thick rod. I knew from
past experience that that big cock sent sharp bolts of electricity into the
vessel it penetrated. Dan's pleasure was clearly evident by his singing
tone and his insistent pressing into me. He circled slowly to agitate my
gut deep inside. I felt his fat head warming my interior and his thick root
stretching my clasping sphincter as his curving rod pressed insistently
against my raging prostate.

Our keening trio was testament to the intense joy that we all were
feeling. Dan and Jon had found a rhythm that kept us all in close contact,
and I followed their movements with upward thrusts or circling my pelvis to
add stimulation to myself and Dan, which he was also passing on to Jon.

Our prolonged variations on a theme called on our careful maintenance of a
level of excitement just below climax. I knew from long experience that Jon
had great control. It was evident that Dan, too, was able to enjoy an
extended period of high erotic tension. We continued to find new, small
moves that would telegraph through our bodies. My fingers and toes were
numb from the stimulation reaching to my greatest extremities. My tits and
my balls ached, and my clear juice flowed a steady stream, spreading across
my belly as Dan's body pressed against me.

I found that by careful stretching I could finger Jon's asshole, which he
really loved to have happen while he was fucking. I pressed inside and
began a caress of his sphincter and prostate, and his entire body
tensed. He began a vigorous pumping of Dan's ass with his big, hard piston,
and Dan followed by thrusting firmly into me. I felt myself losing control,
and my nuts tightened their pressure against my cock. I pushed upward into
Dan's hard drive and felt a rush of heat hurtling through his tube and a
gusher pouring out his slit deep inside me. I could feel my own pumping
release spread out on my belly, and Jon was giving short, hard thrusts into
Dan with his own load.

We all lay moaning our pleasure softly as our long session drew to a close
and hot passion drifted away. Jon rolled away and removed a distended
condom, which he dropped into the wastebasket, his favorite signal to any
interested maid. He then helped Dan off with his sheath and dropped it atop
his own. We lay together, side by side, quietly savoring the rare enjoyment
of a good three-way fuck.

We took drinks from the mini bar and refreshed ourselves as we relaxed. I
thought about the many times I had read and heard about the freedom of sex
in Thailand. Thais have no rigid attitudes against sex with others of the
same gender. The Thai language has no word equivalent for the English
'homosexuality', since there is no such concept. Sex is sex, to be enjoyed
as it occurs. Beyond that, the Puritan taboos against commercial sex do not
exist. Many young boys leave their rural homes to come to the cities and
earn money for their education. Sex for money is one of the ways Thai boys
can improve their status in life by becoming educated and moving up into
well-paying jobs. Dan did not think of himself as a whore because he took
money for doing something he liked doing anyway, I felt sure. He was simply
enjoying a night with other men who liked what he liked. He might well
receive pay for spending time with a female companion; many Thai boys do
not discriminate.

I regretted not being able to speak enough Thai to be able to learn more
about our little partner. He was no novice to sex in spite of his youth. I
usually enjoyed knowing something about men I met both in my travels and at
home. Although sex for its own sake was almost always enjoyable, the
conversation that could accompany a session with a stranger could also be
pleasant. But with Dan, we would have to settle for sign language.

And Dan's sign language was more eloquent than ours. He could convey a lot
with gestures and motions, and he certainly knew how to stimulate the nerve
endings of another man. No words need be spoken.

After some cat-napping, Dan woke us with a flicker of his tongue in our
ears. When we were able to appreciate his efforts, he started with gentle
strokes with his hands and then soft massage, first on Jon and then on
me. His touch was sensuous, and he transmitted strong erotic stimuli by
touches in undreamed places--a press of his thumb into a palm, a tug of the
third toe with his thumb and second finger, massaging of the Achilles
tendon, his flickering tongue in the crook of the elbow.

Dan was working us both alternately, bringing our libidos up from quiet
rest; not that we were sated, but just idling along. He was fully tumescent
and using a drag of his cock and balls across our bellies to speed our
desire. Since Jon was slower to respond, Dan gestured his wish to have me
fuck him. He preferred to kneel and have me take him doggie fashion, so I
fingered his pretty little ass and slid two wetted fingers into him. Jon's
big cock had stretched him well, and he hadn't returned to full
closure. His hairless cleft was an appetizing sight, and I licked it
hungrily, pressing my tongue into his pink rosebud. He shivered as I drove
the tip of my tongue inside.

I rolled on a condom and lubed us both, though he was still slippery from
Jon's reaming. He wiggled his ass invitingly, and I approached him in a
crouch, allowing my rigid cock to find its target and slide inside, which
readily occurred. His little hole was still a snug fit for my smaller cock,
and the contractions he was making made me feel as though I was being
milked. As I slid inside him, I grasped his cock, which I used as a handle
as I pumped his ass with my rod.

Fucking was another of my great pleasures, and I had developed an extensive
repertoire of movements that usually gave my partner a special treat in
spite of my having no exceptional dimensions. I worked slowly, and Dan
responded with moves that sent back thrills at least as great as the ones
he was getting from me. We played a duet in perfect tune, and Jon stroked
Dan's smooth body and kissed him tenderly as we continued our drive to the
next golden nugget. My erection remained firm, though my building to
another climax was going very slowly. Dan's strong flexing of his sphincter
and the pumping motions he made with his ass were like a hot, wet fist
jacking me off as I fucked him.

We allowed things to build slowly as we enjoyed the reciprocal feelings our
efforts were rewarding us with, but in time the slowly growing forces took
a sudden upward spike. It was a feeling of now or never, and I shifted into
a hard, fast pumping of my boner into his ass, hitting him hard at full
depth until I felt my system drive out sharp, stinging shots of hot cum. My
urethra burned with the expulsion, but Dan was milking my tube for every
last drop until I was limp from the exertion.

I had to hold the condom on my limp dick to keep from losing it inside his
hole, and once out, added it to the growing collection in the waste
basket. I lay next to Dan, and he rolled toward me and pressed his mouth to
mine, driving his tongue inside my mouth in sharp, hot jabs. It was a sort
of thank-you gesture, I suppose, and I returned the gesture, for he had
given me as great a pleasure as I had given him.

Jon had become aroused at watching our play, and Dan, ever sensitive to his
partners, offered to fuck Jon. Jon's legs were in the air, and I helped
slip a condom on Dan's still firm cock and lube up the respective
organs. Dan slid inside Jon's slender ass slick as butter, and Jon sighed
at the sensation. Dan lifted Jon's hips up and crouched above him in an
almost standing position, then began a driving, thrusting pump into Jon's
hungry hole.

With great agility, Dan threw one leg over Jon's and was fucking his ass
sidesaddle, then again backwards. His thrusts came lightning fast,
jackrabbit punches that caused Jon to moan his pleasure as he was being
vertically fucked upside down backwards. Our little Thai was indeed a
cocksman par excellence. He eventually returned both their bodies to a more
usual face-to-face position and threw his hips into the thrusts as he built
their excitement to a white hot level, then gave a lunge and such rapid,
short thrusts that his movements were barely discernible. He was shooting
an almost steady stream of his spunk into the sheath and shuddering at the
thrill. Jon was simply gasping, as his cock was spurting, jerking and
spattering his load all over bodies and bed.

After we gang-showered, we slept well and were awakened by the sunshine
beaming in our window. We went at one another again hungrily until we were
exhausted. We took loads of one another's cum down our throats until we
were hoarse, and Dan fucked us both again with new movements we'd never
before experienced. Jon and I were tossing our little playmate back and
forth with abandon, and he was reveling in our fun.

We showered together again playing slippery games in the bath, bending over
to get the soap and whooping at being plugged up the ass again. But as all
good things must end, we finally dried and said our farewells.

Jon feigned confusion with the money and gave Dan 300 Baht for tuk-tuk fare
as we bid him well in his future as a bar boy or industry giant. With his
energy and skills, he would no doubt find his way up the ladder of Thai
progress.

After he was gone, Jon and I went back to bed to regain our energy for
later in the day and perhaps another tour of the boy bars at night. After
all, we had come a long way to taste the fruits of the Orient and we had to
be in perfect shape to get the most from the experience.