Thailand Holiday

The time had come to leave our extended holiday.

We travelled back to Bangkok the next lunchtime, ordering a limousine for the journey to the Hilton in Ploenchit, in the centre of the city and have a night in the city meeting Sonny, Jay and Neung and having a great final night in the city visiting the Tawan bar, full of muscle hunks, but not all to our taste and again with over-priced drinks, and ending up in Silom Soi 2 where the night club scene was, and dancing at DJ Station until one thirty. The place was packed with hot guys the overwhelming number of them stripped to the waist and bouncing to the music. Many strange guys approached us to dance with us, which was great but it was Jay, Sonny and Neung that had our attention on the dance floor.

Back in the hotel we had a marvellous five-way and we were taken care of by the three guys. Stephen and I spitroasted each of the boys from both directions. We had to insist that the guys had to leave at four thirty in the morning. Again it was a difficult farewell to our three friends. We needed to rest and had to be at the airport to check in at the Business class for Thai Airways by eleven am.

It was a tearful goodbye particularly to Neung, on both our parts. He had been amazing, organising so much for us and getting us some great action as well. He had also been fantastic to fuck with as well. Unforgettable. We told Jay to say a goodbye to Rboy who was away working in Laos, in the jungles somewhere, and invited them both to come to see us next time they came to the UK and to thank him most sincerely for his generous hospitality and also to Jay himself for the fun we had with him on which we’ll always stay silent.  Also on our list to come to stay were Neung and Sonny. We promised that we’d invite them to visit for as long as they like and to pay for them to come. It would be great to see Neung in St Ives and find out what he thought of the artists scene, being a great one for colour painting himself.

After check-in and immigration, we had some time in the duty free area. It was while we were shopping that I we were approached by an attractive mixed couple in their mid thirties, White and Asian, who asked if they had seen us with friends at DJ Station the night before. We couldn’t deny it, even though we didn’t recognise the guys. It was obvious they were American. They introduced themselves as Marco and Santi and they were from San Francisco and were flying home via Los Angeles. They had been touring Thailand together, Santi was half Thai, half Chinese. They had noticed us in the club as we were by far the tallest and most noticeable by being with three of the sexiest Thai guys. We had been dancing on the raised stage area, the four of us stripped down to just our shorts in the hot arena of the club.

Marco seemed to be pushing Santi to talk to us, who was asking us general questions. We had about forty-five minutes before boarding and Santi announced that he had to pee. That triggered my bladder. I had drunk four cups of tea earlier at the hotel and some orange juice and I needed to be rid of the pressure, so I went with the cute Asian to the gents which were strangely situated behind some of the duty-free stores.

It was very quiet in the toilets which were clean and attendant free. I went straight to the pisser shielded from both sides by porcelain to stop over eager on-lookers I suppose, and hauled out my dick to release the liquid from my body. Santi came and stood next to me and deliberately looked over the shield.

“Fuck you got a lot there”. He exclaimed.

Did he mean the piss or the dick? Maybe both. He looked around the room to check if it was empty and reached around the partition to try to hold my dick. He was quite brazen about it. I moved away from the hand. He whispered to me. “Let me hold it for you”, and he reached in even further and put his dark hand around my shaft and held it as I pissed into the basin. I looked over at him. He had a hard on – it was so obvious, and he was jacking himself. I was starting to become hard, and I hadn’t finished pissing. Santi was slowly squeezing my shaft. “Fuck you’re huge. Marco loves watching me get screwed by huge cocks”. I moved to place my hand on his backside. “I’m hairless there – Want to see”?

I half panicked at the thought of someone coming in and catching him bent over with his trousers down to his ankles, flashing his arsehole at me, with my cock at full mast.

I’d finished pissing and Santi was shaking my now nearly totally hard cock dry and was almost wanking me.

“Come with me”. He nodded towards the lockups and I walked with him. Inside on of the stalls he dropped his jeans and bent over. From outside I could see that he was indeed hairless and that he had a beautiful and very fuckable hole. Marco was a lucky guy as was anyone he was sharing Santi with. My cock was now totally hard.

“Fuck you are fucking massive; I’d love for you to fuck me hard. Is your partner also as big as you”?

I was now really close to a panic attack. We had been lucky to be so alone for such a time. I was hauling away my cock, trying to stuff the hardness back into my trousers. Santi was still bent over and was now fingering his hole. “Come on, I’ve been fucked often in airport rest rooms back home”. I’d heard of this strange behaviour in the US. This guy was brazen and I wondered if Marco knew of his behaviour.

Trying with a lot of difficulty to zip up I moved away from the door back to the washbasins and Santi came to stand next to me, thankfully fully dressed. He didn’t wash his hands but was grabbing at my still hard bulge. “We saw you last night and we fantasised in bed about the two of you with your friends and thought about my joining in with the four of you and being fucked both ends”. I pulled away from him, I was now certain that we were going to be caught. I was using the air hand drier and still Santi was with me pawing at my bulge. “I want to be fucked both ends by both of you”. The guy was persistent and didn’t seem to care if we were caught. On the other hand, I was almost sweating with fear that we might. I walked out of the toilets, and he was walking side by side with me.

“How big is your friend”?

I didn’t answer. He was obstinate.

“Please tell me, I’d love to know. Is he as big as you? He’s taller. I bet he’s just as massive as you”.

I wasn’t angry or upset, but I thought I knew how to teach the cute guy a lesson. We’d arrived back at the café where we had left Marco and Stephen who were genially chatting away, and we were greeted by smiles from them both.

“Got rid off all your piss”? Stephen asked.

“With difficulty. Some young slut made a grab at me and flashed his hairless hole as well”.

There was a pause.

“Fuck Santi, not again”. A groan from Marco. “I thought we’d decided you’d stop doing that and keep everything to fantasies”.

“He wants to know how big your cock is”. I announced to the group.

Stephen cleared his throat. “Ten inches and that’s the truth”. He turned to me, “Come on Gerren let’s get our Duty free and get to the lounge”.

I told the whole scene to Stephen who laughed at my panic. “Honestly”, I told him, I swear that the guy would have swallowed my dick there and then if I let him”.

“Would you if I was with you”?

“With you as a look out, sure, but if I know you as well as I do, you’d have your dick out and in line as well for a deep throating”.  

“Well, I think we’ll be hearing from those guys again”. A grinning Stephen told me.

“How do you reckon that”

“Marco and I had a good chat and we exchanged business cards and promised that we’d stay in touch”.

We were guided to the plane by a very happy and very gay host who with typical Thai graciousness handed us over to the flight crew. Again we had stretch seats and a bed for the twelve and a half hour flight westwards to London. We were side by side in the aisle and given a lot of privacy by the flight crew after we had completed our meal and after drinks. We were woken for a light breakfast and an hour after that we had landed in London, and it was cold and the same day evening.

We overnighted in London and took the train back to Penzance, 1st class, and were in the town by 15:00 on the Monday exhausted but happy.

We were greeted and driven home by my brother Goran, who tells us that Ned, our Jersey bull, had died. Old age. I’m sad and to an extent so is Stephen who in all honestly disliked Ned as the beast, in Stephen’s view, sensed that Stephen had a bigger dick and would snort at him in disgust.

In the early days of our relationship we had taken Stephen to our milking parlour to see how our farm’s ‘happy cows’ policy worked and we teased Stephen into trying to put the milking cups on the bull, much to our hilarity and Stephen’s inward fuming and Ned’s disgust.

“You must have enjoyed the holiday to have extended it”. My brother was curious as to why. The main reason was that we were enjoying ourselves too much with all the action we were getting”.

“We did, though we didn’t get any water sports. Just on the beach sunning ourselves and being force fed fresh pineapple and gorgeous Thai food”.

“How was your friend from Redruth”? I’d forgotten that Stephen also knew Rboy from the time we were together at Bristol University.

“Fine! Doing really well for himself out there. We only saw him for one evening. An old acquaintance of mine, Neung, really took good care of us. We really didn’t have to do very much ourselves”.

“Well you’re both looking really good on the experience”.

I offered to pay for my brother and his wife and my nephew to go on a holiday for three weeks. I’d pay for coverage for the three weeks plus for the  two weeks earlier as well so Goran could bring the contractors up to speed, but all I got is “I’ll think about it”. A typical farmer’s reaction.

Back in our home we unpack and put our laundry to one side for collection later that week. Already we are into a routine. We decide to be tested very soon. We’d been very promiscuous and although on the tabs we still wanted to be sure we were fine.

I mailed Stephen (Rboy) and Jay, Neung, Sonny, Petr, John, and J-A to thank them all. There were others we met but these were the guys who made the impressions. I had a couple of other mails to deal with. Connor and Jason were asking for a visit soon. That would be fun, but the one thing we now had to really focus on was our long delayed honeymoon.