My Travels To Asia

My Travels to Asia, A Journal of Sorts

II.

Cha Am, Thailand (Mangos)

-- Monday --

I arrived in Bangkok in the mid-afternoon, took a taxi to my hotel and, as usual, began an on foot exploration of my environs. Bangkok, unlike Kuala Lumpur, appeared to possess a more regular assemblage of streets--generally based on the grid. However, few signs were in Roman script, and the Thai script, interesting as it is, was a mere jumble of lines!

It is said that every large city has its own personality. That is especially true with Bangkok. It's a large, noisy, sprawling city punctuated every few blocks by colorful exotic temples, one more lavish than the next. They were unlike anything I had seen before and fascinated me. Most structures were three or four storeys high and densely packed. Tall modern skyscrapers dotted the skyline helter-skelter. Bangkok does not appear to know the advantages or disadvantages of zoning! However, it was totally fascinating! The traffic is another matter! It is impossible, especially during rush hour. How anyone gets to work on time is beyond me. But, then, time in Asia seems to be relative, I found.

Everywhere I saw saffron robed monks who were conspicuous, due to the unique color of their garb. On the crowded sidewalks, they were shown respectful deference. I soon learned that if I followed them, my passage through the mass of people would be greatly facilitated. The monks range anywhere from 10 to 70, it seemed--shaved heads and eyes averted as they moved, wraith-like through the city. The crowd part for their passing, most men nod in respect and women step aside (a woman must never touch a monk) making their passage somewhat easier.

-- Thursday --

After two full days of sight seeing and making my way through the crowded sidewalks and alleys, I was suffering from sensory overload and yearned to get out of the city. In the morning I asked the concierge if he could recommend a quiet beach not too far away, where I could relax. A beach that wasn't crowded and had decent accommodations. I didn't want anything 'touristy!' He rifled through his stack of brochures and drew one out.

"This is a nice beach, and quiet," he added with an accommodating smile.

I took the brochure which lauded the advantages of Cha Am--a quiet little city a few hours south-west of Bangkok on the Gulf of Thailand with a beautiful beach. Apparently, it had not suffered over development. It seemed to consist of a number of small hotels ranging from moderately expensive to budget grade. I read the brochure and asked the concierge to phone a likely hotel and inquire if they had an opening. Luckily they did. This was not the 'high season' in Thailand. I quickly gathered my belongings, checked out of the hotel and took a taxi to the train station. A train left at 1:30 pm and made a stop at Cha Am. I just made it!

The landscape between Bangkok and Cha Am was unremittingly flat with a few hills here and there. Rice fields predominated and square ponds with strange butterfly-like nets where, I was told, fish and prawns are farmed for the local market. And dotted here and there a copse with the distinctive pointed roofs of a Thai temple.

The train pulled into Cha Am around 5:00. I was a bit concerned as the 'city' seemed more a town, and the station, quaint as it was, was tiny! Luckily I was able to procure a taxi. 'Taxi' is one word that the Thai know even if they don't speak a word of English. I was driven a mile or so along a straight featureless road flanked by padi fields to beach area.

It was magnificent. A wide golden beach stretched for miles on either side of where the road 'T'd' in. For most of this distance two, three, and an occasional four storey hotels within their own walled compounds punctuated the beach front. The hotel where I was booked was one of the three or four establishments that were four storied. My room had a balcony which over looked the beach where I could take my meals, if I chose. The accommodations were spacious and quite comfortable. The bath even had a tub and separate enclosed shower. On the ground floor there was a comfortable dining room, a shaded terrace with tables, a decent bar and a staff that couldn't stop wai-ing. The wai is the traditional Thai form of greeting and respect. It is used by all Thai and also signals class--chest height for those of lower rank than you, tip of the nose for equals and forehead high for those of higher standing or a Buddha image.

I drank a martini and walked to the beach, which merely meant crossing the narrow frontage road. The beach was nearly deserted--a few intrepid bathers could be seen in either direction. This was what I needed! I returned to the hotel, ate a marvelous dinner, went to bed and slept 'til 8:00 the next morning.

-- Friday --

I spent the morning on the beach relaxing, swimming and even tried to read a bit! After lunch, I decided to take a walk and explore my environs. Turning right I strolled down the frontage road. It was beginning to get hot.

About a half mile from the hotel there was a large, elaborate, wooden gate leading to a wall-enclosed wat (a Thai temple area) which was set behind the hotels. I decided to see what a wat in this small city looked like. Not that I was an authority on Thai temples, but I had visited my share in Bangkok.

I was mildly surprised. The temple area was quite large. Two high, stepped gabled structures announced the wiharn (chanting hall) and bot (ordination hall). Surrounding them were a number of low structures which included rooms for the monks, dining area, and resting salas (a raised, open roofed structure). A number of saffron robed monks were roaming about. As I walked to the wiharn, many of the young monks openly stared at me and chattered to their companions. They probably didn't see many foreign tourists here. Staring, I found in this part of the world, is common. It is more an act of curiosity than rudeness.

I did notice that here, within the confines of the wat, the monks wore their long saffron robe only over their right shoulder. Their left shoulder was bare. Under the main garment there appeared to be a piece of apparel that looked like an abbreviated singlet leaving the upper part of their chest bare. On the street, outside of the temple area they would cover this exposed area--only their heads, hands and feet being exposed in public.

I had noticed that as they walked their was a fluid movement to their bodies. They, in fact, all Thai had a flowing gate when they walked, particularly when they wore sandals. But, with the monks it appeared somewhat more graceful without being feminine.

Many of the monks, especially the young ones, smiled shyly and wai-ed. I wai-ed back. This seemed to please them. It was obvious that this was a teaching wat as there were many monks that appeared to be as young as ten or eleven.

I viewed the inside of the wiharn and then the bot. They held the requisite Buddha images and other colorful decorations. If nothing else, all Thai wats are colorful and often over elaborate.

It was really getting hot. My light shirt stuck to me and beads of perspiration dotted my face. I went to one of the salas for a brief respite from the now brilliant sun. While sitting there a rather handsome young monk came up to me, wai-ed and asked if I spoke English. He must have been in his early twenties.

I replied, "Yes, I do."

He asked, "Can I speak with you? I want practice English."

His English was heavily accented, but not incomprehensible. Although, I was to discover that he tended to drop articles and the infinitive form 'to' where normally used.

"Where did you learn your English?" I inquired.

"In school." he said carefully, then volunteered, "I am Tia."

"How do you do, Tia," I replied and held out my hand, "I am Craig." He shook my hand smiling and then wai-ed.

I noticed his grip was firm and strong. As a matter of fact I had noticed that this young monk was a bit taller than the average, and considerably more developed, muscularly as I have mentioned. Most of the monks appeared to be somewhat shorter than Tia and thin, without appearing under fed. And, as they moved about the compound it was with the natural elegance that was typical. Tia's gait was more purposeful--I hesitate to describe it as a swagger--but his stride was that of a man who had developed an assurance of self.!

His smile was bright, broad and open--flashing white, even teeth.

"Would you like water," he asked.

"Well, I don't know. . ."

He understood immediately my hesitancy. "We have bottled water!" he added with another bright smile.

Relieved and dying of thirst, I replied, "That would be fine." I had been warned by many of those who had traveled to this part of the world that it was advisable when out in the countryside to drink only bottled water.

Quietly he summoned a young monk who was passing and asked him, I assumed, to bring me a bottle of water. The young monk nodded his head, hurried off and returned, offering me a bottle of water.

"Thank you," I said. The young monk beamed, wai-ed and walked away. The water was warm, but I didn't care as I drank my fill.

Tia adjusted his robe as he sat, crossed legged. His deltoids and biceps rippled as he moved his robe discretely. It appeared that Tia had undertaken a regime of specific exercise to develop his body. There was too much definition, from what I could see, to be genetic. His brief, loose singlet displayed a developed chest and half-dollar-sized, purplish-brown aureolas. Tia displayed the obligatory shaved head--as a matter of fact the Thai monks regularly shave their whole body, including their eyebrows. His brow was strong, his eyes prominent and his nose was thin with flared nostrils. His mouth, frequently in a beaming smile, displayed perfectly white teeth and full lips. His chin was strong as was his jaw line. These characteristics may seem somewhat feminine, but there was nothing feminine about Tia's face. He was unmistakably masculine. "Damn, he's almost too good looking to be a monk!" I thought.

We talked for nearly an hour, asking the usual, polite questions about home, family and the like. I found out that he was twenty-three, although he looked eighteen, had been a novice since he was 15 and had been ordained as a monk the past May. He explained that he came from a poor farming family near the Laos border and would disrobe this coming June--after he finished school. Apparently there was no onus in disrobing! I also found that he had entered the monkhood primarily for the education it provided. But I wondered what one could do with a degree in religious studies?

"Can you leave the wat to have dinner with me?" I inquired.

He smiled shyly and replied, "We are not allowed to take food after noon."

I was astounded!

"Can you drink?" I probed.

"Yes, we can," he answered and smiled.

We continued our light conversation a few minutes more. "Well, I should be going," I stated as I got up to leave.

Tia rose, adjusted his robes and walked beside me. "Can I walk and talk with little more?" came the shy inquiry.

"Of course."

As we approached the boundary of the temple area Tia covered his left shoulder and arm, performing the intricate folding of his robe as we walked. I glanced at him and there was a bit of un-monkly pride stealing across his face. Especially so as we passed a number of younger monks within the temple compound. Apparently, I thought that walking and talking with a foreigner possessed a definite social coup to these young monks.

As we strode towards the hotel Tia glanced at the water. "Do you like to swim?"

"Sorry, I not swim. . . . I like water."

"You are not allowed to swim?" I inquired.

"Oh, yes, we can,. . . must not take off robes."

I could not imagine the feeling of getting wet with those yards of robes wrapped around me. even a wet t-shirt I hate! . We crossed the road and strolled down to the water's edge, and watched the waves roll up onto the sand.

There was obvious glee as Tia removed his sandals and walked along the water's edge. He reveled as the spent waves washed over his feet. The delight he took in this simple act was profound! Smiling, he watched as the waves wash the sand out from around his feet, causing an imperceptible sinking. A wave, somewhat larger than the others soaked the bottom of his robe. He laughed--delighted. He was lost in another world those few minutes. I said nothing. Just walked, and watched, and marveled.

I broke the silence, "The hotel is just there, Tia."

Smiling he slipped into his sandals uttering, "I like the sea."

"Yes, it's beautiful."

We walked to the hotel and sat on the shaded verandah. There were a number of tables on the tiled terrace and fragrant flowers all around. "What would you like?"

"Coke, please."

I really wanted a cold beer, but out of deference, I ordered a Coke as well. We talked a while longer.

"Must go back now," he suddenly announced.

"Oh? Well it's been great talking with you, Tia."

"Maybe we talk tomorrow?" came the shy question.

"Of course. I would like that."

We shook hands, he wai-ed and walked off the verandah and down the road, looking back and waving twice. He was a delightful, uncomplicated person.

-- Saturday --

I got up early, took breakfast on by balcony and went for a swim in the ocean. The beach was almost deserted so I didn't go too far out. It was refreshing and relaxing as the gentle waves washed over me.

I laid on the sand for a while and decided to return to my room for a good shower. I have always loved my morning shower--almost as much as my first cup of coffee!

Half way through my shower the phone rang. Dripping water and suds, I hurried to the phone on the desk. Puzzled as to who would be calling me, I picked up the receiver.

"Yes?"

"Sir, there's a Phra Tia here. He wants to deliver something to you. Should I allow him up?"

"Yes, of course,"

"Very good, Sir."

I quickly re-entered the shower to finish rinsing the suds off my body. As I stepped out of the shower, dripping wet I heard a knock!

"Damn," I said to myself as I quickly wrapped the towel around me. Still dripping, I walked to the door and opened it to Tia's smiling face.

Seeing me dripping wet, his smile quickly faded.

"I should . . . waited downstair," he stammered.

"That's quite all right. Come in Tia. . . . Have a seat. . . . " I said, indicating the chair by my bed, "I need to dry off and shave. Will only be a minute."

"Do you want me go downstair?"

"No, no. It's OK."

I reentered the bath, closed the door and toweled off. Quickly I lathered my face and began to shave. After a moment I thought I detected a movement in my peripheral field and glanced in the mirror towards the door. It was slightly open. I was certain that I had closed it! I could see Tia sitting in the chair. We was gazing through the narrow opening of the door at me. I then realized, of course, that I was standing there nude. Well the damage was done. I finished shaving, glancing furtively in the mirror. Tia was watching me, rapt. I then realized that his gaze was focused on the lower half of my body! I smiled, dried my face, splashed on after shave lotion making sure I didn't obstruct his view.

I grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around my waist before I entered the room.

"Thanks for waiting."

"That OK," he murmured.

I took a pair of briefs from my bag and slipped them on under the towel. Once or twice Tia's gaze darted towards me. I laid the towel on a chair and took a pair of light cotton pants off the rack. Tia stared momentarily at my brief covered bulge and then away. I slipped on a light cotton shirt. All this was done quickly and in silence.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise."

"I brought you these," he said as he held out a paper wrapped parcel tied carefully with a red string. "They are mangos," he explained.

"Well thank you Tia, that's very kind of you." I wai-ed, he smiled.

I took the parcel and set it on the desk.

"Have you taken breakfast?" he asked. I found that this was a most polite inquiry, almost universally used in Southeast Asia. Even among friends. Of course you always answer affirmatively. If you answer in the negative, then the inquirer is obligated to serve or buy you breakfast.

"Yes, Tia. I ate early today," and smiled, "And, you, have you had breakfast?"

Beaming he answered, "Yes, at 6:30."

"So early? I thought mine was early at 7:30!"

"We always take breakfast at that 6:30."

Tia moved, almost fidgeted in his chair.

"Is something wrong, Tia?"

"Sir, . . . can I . . . use your toilet?" he almost begged.

"Of course,"I said as I motioned for him to go.

Tia nearly bolted out of the chair as he hurried to the bathroom. Carefully he closed the door. Moments later I could hear the tinkling of urine as he pissed. After a minute or two he opened the door. He looked abashed!

"I don't know what to do with it!" came his plaintive concern.

I stood up. "Do with what?" I asked, as I walked to the door.

Tia merely pointed to the commode. I walked to it and saw its yellow contents. Then it dawned on me, "He's never seen a flush toilet before!"

"Come here, Tia," I said gently. "You do this!" And I taught this wonderfully uncomplicated young man how to flush a toilet. He was amazed, and tried to flush it again. "You have to wait a minute," I told him.

Tia looked at the tub and then the shower stall. "Those are both for bathing?" he asked.

I smiled and explained to him the use of both.

"People sit in their dirty water?" he asked about the tub?

I was stymied! What can one say about such a simple and apt observation?

"It's so hot and steam in here," he observed.

"I like to take hot showers."

"Hot?"

"Well, pretty hot," I admitted. "You've never taken a hot shower"

"No, always bathe in cold water."

"Cold water?" The idea raised goose bumps on my flesh!

"Yes. Is hot water nice?"

"Yes. Would you like to take a warm shower, Tia?"

"I bathed this morning," he admitted. Then, after a moments thought, "Can I?"

"Of course." I turned on the shower, adjusted it to warm. Handed him a towel. "Enjoy it Tia. Take as long as you want." He smiled broadly as I left the bathroom and carefully shut the door.

I took an out-dated news paper and a carafe of coffee from earlier that morning and let myself out onto the balcony. I have always like to drink coffee when I read the newspaper. After about five minutes I realized how warm it was getting outside. So I went back into the room and sat in the chair. I glanced towards the bathroom door and was a little surprised to see it slightly open.

I could have sworn that I closed it carefully. Wonder if the latch was broken? Then I became aware of Tia's form in three-quarter view from the back, and his reflection in the mirror. He was standing there, nude, drying himself. Not much was left to the imagination. Tia must have been about five-foot-ten-inches, and weighed a good 165 pounds. What I could see--his body was utterly smooth, in harmony to his shaved head--a requirement of all Thai monks as I have stated. He was broad shouldered, narrow waist, firm, ample buttocks atop sinuously muscled thighs. Tia's skin was a dark honey-colored brown and glistened in the reflected light of the bathroom.

I don't know how long I had been staring at him, but I became aware, suddenly, of his eyes locked on mine in the reflection of the mirror. I gave a weak smile, but did not avert my gaze. I was hypnotized by this man, this sight as if in a warm, lascivious dream.

He saw my smile and returned a grin. Then, slowly, deliberately he turned and faced me! I'm not sure if my eyes widened at this totally unexpected pleasure, but his smile broadened. There was no hint of purposeful seduction in his face--but it was nonetheless accomplished!

He unabashedly displayed his developed chest, flat stomach and ample cock and balls. The singularness of the situation was underlined by the fact that where a dark, black thatch should have been, Tia was shaved smooth--in fact shaved smooth from head to foot! His uncut cock hung downward framed by his balls. Whereas his body was dark honey-colored brown, his cock and balls were considerably darker--dusky! A gorgeous man-boy--a dream being--a Greek-Thai Apollo!

I swallowed as my throat suddenly went dry! I was frozen in the chair--mesmerized by the sight that I was afforded.

Tia stepped to the partially opened door and swung it wide. He was a heavenly being appearing out of the mist--bronzed and beautiful! I was still immobile. Was this a wonderful illusion? A gift? Or, was this a tease? My mind raced. For a few moments he stood there, motionless and smiling.

As I found out later, the door catch was defective and did not always catch. As each of us were confronted with the slightly opened door, we unconsciously assumed that the other had opened it. It was karma--a seduction of fate!

All at once my gift of speech returned, but all I could utter was, "Tia, Why?"

Quickly, his smile faded, "You don't like?" In one rapid motion he crossed his hands obscuring his cock and balls--the modesty of the Orient.

My stationary lethargy rapidly changed as I lifted out of the chair and quickly walked to him. "Oh, but I do like!" I uttered, cupping his face in my hands. "I was just so surprised," I admitted with a soft smile.

Slowly Tia smiled. "You like?"

"I like," I replied softly and added, "But, why did you do this? Why this beautiful gift?"

"You show me you," he replied. "I show you me," he added simply.

I unconsciously enfolded him in my arms. He uttered a little groan as he brought his crossed hands around my back and returned the embrace. We stood there as my hands traced over his velvety smooth back. Was it a warm embrace of fused passion and eminent joining? We yet did not know.

Moments later I felt Tia's warm lips on my neck in a gentle, innocent kiss. I groaned and my spine involuntarily arched. He kissed me again, the reaction was somewhat less. Then his tongue traced a little circle just under my ear. This time my groan was decidedly more primal and I pulled him closer to me. Doubtless, he was aware of my burgeoning cock in the light cotton coverings, for I felt a pressure against my thigh of an engorging muscle.

"This can't be!" I said to myself. I moved my hands to his shoulders and pushed him back, although out crotches were still magneted together, looking into his now questioning eyes.

"Do you know what is happening?" I asked quietly.

A seriousness transfused his face. "Yes," he replied simply.

"Tia, have you been with a man before?"

"Yes, . . . a few," he admitted shyly.

"Many?"

"Three."

I gazed at him intently. I searched his face for any hesitancy, but saw only a warm openness, bright eyes and the beginning of a smile. Within me raged a monumental debate. There was no question that I desired this young man. He was delicious. But his lack of experience and his standing as a monk were immensely problematical. I decided, as much as humanly possible, to let him take the lead if we were to proceed into those fields of delight. My logical mind submitted!

"OK," I breathed, "But promise me one thing Tia!"

"Yes."

"Promise me that you will do nothing that you don't want to do!"

"Yes."

I pulled him to me and kissed him gently on the lips. Once, then a second time. The second time my tongue darted from my mouth and traces his lips. Tia returned the tonguing, I probed deeper as he moaned and hugged me firmly. I felt his hardening cock insinuating itself upward against my thigh.

Breathless, we panted from that passionate kiss.

"That nice," came a simple statement, "I never kissed before."

"Never?"

"No, never . . . . It was nice."

He kissed me, this time and with more passion than before. My hands began to roam over his back and down to his firm, rounded ass. His tongue was deep in my mouth when he groaned at my touch and he jammed his hips against to mine!

I pulled away and led him to the bed where he fell back. I removed my shirt, trousers and slid off my briefs freeing my firm cock. We watched me fixedly the whole time--unashamed and with no little curiosity. Our cocks, both were at full attention! I stretched out beside him. We both turned toward each other simultaneously and embraced again. Although now, our nude bodies tattooed our desire to each other--chest to chest, belly to belly, and cock welding to cock. Writhing, trying to get closer to the other

"You are very big, " he whispered as he reached down to fondled, and explore my stiff cock. Blushing, he stated, "I, not so big."

Tia was not small! That's for sure! He possessed a beautifully proportioned six inches of uncut cock with a fair-sized, pinkish-purple, mushroom head. The head was in stark contrast to the dusky, dark colored sheath which enfolded it.

"Ahh, but you are not small, Tia," I said and emphasized my observation by reaching for his hard cock and squeezing it gently!

He merely smiled as a hiss was drawn in across his teeth. He obviously relished my touch. Slowly I slid the foreskin back behind the bulbous pinkish-purple knob, and fingered that quaking, silken head.

"How beautiful," I acknowledged.

"Beautiful?"

"Yes! That beautiful head and the dark foreskin."

"A friend thought it not nice."

"A friend?"

"One . . . of the three, " he grinned.

"Tia, It's beautiful!"

Saying that, I sat up and took that luscious pinkish-purple knob into my mouth and encircled it with my tongue. The feel of it was lasciviously erotic!. His cock was hard, steely hard! I quickly descended down the shaft 'til I had it all in my mouth. I then ran my tongue around that head again while it was still encased in my lips. Tia groaned. Slowly I moved up and down on that delicious weapon, increasing the suction as I went. His groans became coupled with a tossing of his head back and forth. I let loose of his cock and positioned myself between his bronze thighs and licked all around the shaved area. Tia gasped as I licked his balls and ran my hands over his incredibly smooth inner thighs. His balls were tight and utterly smooth--no shaving here! I licked that sensitive mound just behind the balls. Simultaneously I lightly ran my nail over his tightly puckered hole.

"Arghhh," came the primal response.

Like his balls, Tia's ass was perfectly smooth. The tightly pursed button was was barely discernible. My tongue darted out and I circled that tight orifice--an action I had done but two other times in the past. Now, it was most desirable. I lapped his hole and pushed against its strongly puckered opening.

"Aahhhh!" exploded from Tia as his body spasmed. "What you do?" came the breathless question.

"Didn't you like the?"

"Yes! But, what you do?"

"I licked your ass!"

There was a look of utter astonishment emanating from his eyes! Clearly this had never happened to him before. I smiled, bent my head and did it again. This time I positioned my hands on either side of that opening and spread those cheeks 'til the pink interior winked. I tongued his hole!

And, again, "Aahhhh!"

Enough! I returned to his delicious, hard cock and again began to minister to that tool. Suddenly, Tia sat up and reached under my crouched body and grasped my cock! I sensed a need. I maneuvered myself into a position where he could gain an unimpeded access as I laid parallel to him--in counterpoint. Still I continued by rhythmic motion on his cock. He began to fondle my cock and suddenly I felt the warmth, moistness of his mouth as his lips encircled my cock-head.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, but continued sucking.

I could feel his tongue as it traced the form of my cock-knob in his mouth.

He pulled of with s slight pop. "That nice!"

I too, pulled off to answer, "Yes that's very nice. Do you like it, Tia."

Again, the simple, frank reply, "Yes."

"Do you like sucking a man's cock, Tia?"

"Yes . . . this first time."

Astounded, "You have never sucked a man's cock before?"

"No, this first time."

I smiled and returned to his cock with increased vigor and passion--reveling in the enormous gift that I had just been given. I felt his mouth on my cock moving part way up and down my length. I certainly have had more experienced blow jobs, but none that effected me in the way that this did! It was a gift of unparalleled unselfishness. Soon both of us were groaning.

I was quickly approaching that plateau of no return and release! Then, an idea lazed across my mind. I released Tia from my suctioning grip, and pulled away from his.

I could see a questioning look in his eyes as I got off the bed and quickly walked to the bathroom. I opened a tube of lubricant, squeezed out a dollop, smeared it around my hole and gingerly inserted a finger to anoint the interior. As with rimming, my limited experience had afforded only a very few times in which I allowed myself to be fucked. This was a time in which I wanted it. It would be my gift to Tia.

I quickly returned to the bed, smeared the remainder of the lubricant over his rigid pole, straddled his hips and lowered myself 'til I could feel his cock-head pressuring my quivering hole. The feel of that hardened muscle against the entrance to my fuck-tunnel was undeniably sensuous. Electric sensations were coursing through my body.

The look on his face was a mix of astonishment and questioning.

"Tia, you just gave me a wonderful gift. I want to give you one of mine."

"Gift . . .?"

"You sucked my cock."

"But, I wanted . . ."

As he spoke I concentrated and bore own. Suddenly that tightly puckered, muscled gate gave way and his pinkish-purple cock-head popped in to me. I moaned.

"Arghhh," escaped from Tia--his eyes wide with astonishment, tinged with pleasure and wonder!

I reached down and lightly rolled his rigid nipples between my thumb and fore finger. Simultaneously, I bore down a bit more. Tia's cock was not thick, but ample. It made entry so much easier and no less pleasurable. The feeling of his cock stuffing my ass was ineffably delicious. I tightened my ass muscles, spasmodically.

"Aahhhh!" escaped from his lips. The surprised look left his face and he closed his eyes, savoring the pleasurable feeling.

I pulled up slightly and bore down further. Soon his whole cock was buried in my steamy, hot tunnel. I began a rhythmic movement up and down. This was punctuated by primal moans and the whipping of his had from side to side as he experienced this new, electric sensation! Faster and faster I moved. In the meantime I jacked my cock with my lubricant smeared hand in rhythm to his penetrating cock. I joyfully fucked his cock with my tight ass.

I could feel his hips rising to meet my downward movement--an instinctual response. I knelt over his torso, he flexed his knees in order to exert the necessary force and began to shove his hard cock in and out of my fluttering hole. His heels dug into the mattress as he forced his hips up and off the bed--burying his cock deeper and deeper in my ass. Soon his hips were bolting off the mattress in ever quickening thrusts as he rammed his cock up my as--again, and again, and again!

I released my cock, lowered my head and kissed him on the lips. He returned my kiss with passion and an increased rhythm of his pinioning cock. Soon he was slamming his hard pole up into me with incredible vigor! It was delicious!

What happened to me next was completely with out warning or preamble. I could feel a throbbing of Tia's cock in me; could see an increase of the uncontrolled movement of his head; and deep, guttural, primal groaning.

Suddenly, he gasped, arched his back and let out a low, animal, "ARGHHH!"

I could feel his cock spasming deep in me. I was being flooded with his hot cum. Spasm after spasm I could feel.

"OH! GOD! YESSS!" The was a brilliant flash through my whole being. Pins of dazzling light sparkled against my mind's screen and galvanic messages rushed through every nerve fiber 'til my whole body was primed for an elemental detonation. Every thing ceased! I was suspended!

A groan, "ARGHHH," sprang from my very source as copious amounts of lustral fluid shot unannounced from my cock and anointed the stomach and chest of Tia. My body was in a joyful paroxysm of uncontrolled release as was Tia's.

Soon our mutual spasms diminished and ceased. Both of us were panting and basking in the after glow of absolute, primal delight and elemental discharge. I opened my eyes first and looked at Tia. His mouth was open, his eyes were closed, his hands were thrown out to the side as his breathing returned to normal. Slowly he opened his eyes. They were still passion glazed as he focused on mine.

"Did you enjoy that, Tia?"

Again the simple, "Yes."

Then, still buried deep within me, he sat up, cupped my face in his hands, and kissed me. A simple kiss that communicated the universe.

We broke the kiss and I wrapped him in my arms, feeling the beads of passion, of love-sweat and enfolded him gently in my embrace. We held each other like that for an eternity. I felt his warm breath on my neck, a regularity of breathing and then a quiet relaxing of his hold on me. Soon, I realized that Tia had fallen asleep . . . in my arms.

I smiled. Quietly, ever so gently I lowered him down onto the pillow. Reluctantly, I lifted off his now now limp cock and carefully moved off the bed. Standing there for a long minute I looked at that beautiful man sleeping and then went to the shower. After the brief shower, I quietly dresses and sat in the chair by the bed watching this ravishing man as he slept on my bed.

Fifteen minutes after that cosmic explosion, Tia stirred and opened his eyes. He tried to focus and collect his thoughts in the strange locale. He turned his head towards me and a smile infused his face. He stretched like a cat, yawned and sat up. It was then that he realized that I was clothed and he was nude. The ancient code of modesty reared its head and he quickly covered his limp cock and balls with his hand.

"Please, Tia, don't," I pleaded quietly, nodding towards his offending hands. "It's too beautiful to hide."

"Beautiful?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, everything about you is beautiful."

He moved to the edge of the bed, leaned over and kissed me softly. "Can I shower again?"

"Yes," I smiled.

He raised off the bed, dropped his hands to his side and walked languorously to the bathroom--hips swaying in that typical Thai fashion. He did not close the bathroom door. I watched him as he adjusted the shower and slid the glass door closed. It was like observing an ancient, holy rite!

I watched the water anoint his body! I watched the cascading droplets as they touched every part of him. I watched as the soap was chased of his arms, torso, cock and legs. I watched it all. Strangely, it was too beautiful to be erotic.

Tia stepped out of the shower, smiled at me and dried his body, unabashedly. Then carefully he began the process of assembling the various pieces of his saffron garment, arranging them on his body. I watched--fascinated--by the transformation!

He reentered the room appearing a bit disconsolate. "Must go," he said, "dinner will be served soon."

I glanced at the clock--10:45. We had just been together for a single hour--it seemed like a second--it lasted an eternity!

"Yes, Tia, of course," I said as I showed him to the door. He placed another gentle kiss on my lips then quickly left.

This all had been a dream! Could it have been anything else? A wonderfully erotic dream. I had been infected by that young monk the day before. In my slumber he had entered my inactive mind, possessed my being and ravished my emotions. I was trembling from the sweetness, the strength of his passion and our mutual, organic, explosive release--ephemeral as it was.

I had read that strange, unexplainable things occur in the Orient, but I was neither prepared for this transitory, this inexplicable illusion nor the state in which I now found myself. I ran to the balcony to catch a glimpse of him. All I saw were a few tourists and locals on the frontage road. No saffron robed figures!

"This is too much!" I thought as I sat on the bed, picked up my cup of luke warm coffee and sipped it disconsolately.

I gazed through the open bathroom door hoping that Tia would reappear. He did not. Then my eves were drawn to the desk. There I saw a paper wrapped parcel.

I opened it and found three mangos!