I always want to try that, but am never brave enough to do so. Last year in Chiangmai, I saw a gorgeous tuk tuk driver, but I didn't know how to ask....guess I am too shy. :bounce:Similar Threads:
I always want to try that, but am never brave enough to do so. Last year in Chiangmai, I saw a gorgeous tuk tuk driver, but I didn't know how to ask....guess I am too shy. :bounce:Similar Threads:
I am curious about this too and haven't really tried either.Originally Posted by Scott123
Seems to me though, being Thailand, you could be pretty direct. Thais know many farangs want sex, so doubtful you would shock anyone or be punched in the nose.
Might try asking if they have a girlfriend. And if no, you don't either, so wink wink nod nod ... ever try sex with a man?
I'm yet to meet anyone normal-boy or otherwise
suppose it depends on your own physical attractiveness, age, and condition
Subject: farmboysboygeorge wrote :
picking up farmboys
The ram leaned forward, straining against
the cord that bound it to the post. Its stupid eyes blinked rapidly and
its jaw dropped open, with a facial expression that was all too familiar.
Under its shaggy body, a spearlike shape suddenly darted into view, a long,
thin cock, springing free of its woolly sheath and quivering in the air.
I had now seen this three or four times. The ram was obviously suffering
deeply from sexual frustration, a sensation I knew more than a little
about. But unlike me, the poor creature didn't have any hands to help
itself out. I had to do something out of decency, and a sense of
brotherhood between man and animal.
I looked around furtively. The pen was shielded from the view of the
house, and none of the other boys were around. I sidled close to the
fence, and waited. Soon enough, the ram's cock was shooting forward again.
This time, I reached through the fence and grasped it. It felt strange and
bony, not like my rod at all.
How ever it felt to me, it was obviously heaven to the ram, which began
bleating furiously and bucking its hips. I was suddenly glad that the
fence was there to protect me.
A sudden intuition made me look around. Shit! My brother was coming.
Quickly I jerked my hand back, but not before it was covered in a thin,
strong smelling dose of ram cum! Great, now I had to try to hide my hand.
"Playing with all your friends, punk?" said boygeorge
"Yeah, yeah," I said, grinning nervously. Surprisingly, Boygeorge seemed to
be nervous too. He was a bit out of breath, even though he hadn't been
walking that fast.
"Look, I'm about to go to the river with the twins," said Boygeorge.
"Why?" I said. "Where's your boyfriend Bobby?"
Wham! I was knocked to the ground by a fist to the face. As my head
cleared, I looked up to see Boygeorge glowering over me.
"Shuddup!" he said. "You're the faggot not me!"
"Okay okay," I whimpered. "I didn't mean anything by it."
Slowly Boygeorge face cleared.
"Well, just don't even think about following the twins and me," he said.
"If you do, I'll murder you. I'll beat you so hard, you'll be the only
nigga in heaven in a wheelchair."
He turned and stalked away, with me following at a discreet and well-hidden
distance. I mean, what little brother could possibly resist an invitation
like that?
As Boygeorge met up with Sid and Frankie, it was obvious the three of them
were up to something, the way they all kept breaking into nervous giggles,
and the way my brother kept looking all around him suspiciously. But I was
an old hand at trailing Boygeorge and the countryside had plenty of trees to
hide behind. So they never saw me.
Then inspiration struck. By this time, I had been to the river a couple of
times, and I knew where the Boysen's liked to swim. It was a wide creek in
the middle of a little forest. If I ran on ahead, I could get there first
and hide in the bushes.
It's amazing that it worked. But by the time they got to the riverside,
the three of them were so focused that they didn't notice anything like a
suspiciously swaying bush. The tension in the air was so thick, you could
cut it with a knife.
"I changed my mind," said Boygeorge roughly. "I don't think I can do it."
"Come on," said Sid. "There's no one around. We do it all the time."
Boygeorge was panting slightly.
"No, it freaks me out."
"You told us you wanted to skinny dip," said Frankie. "This is your
chance."
Like a snake, he slithered gracefully out of his pants, standing naked and
unashamed on the creek side. I almost tumbled out of my hiding place. He
was so beautiful, a well defined, lightly tanned chest and tight stomach,
soft brown hair hanging over his eyes, and a cute little dick hanging down
from a patch of fuzzy pubic hair.
"Yeah," said Sid. "We're gonna do it whether you do or not."
In a moment, he was standing naked next to his twin, the doubled perfection
almost too much to bear. I couldn't help but notice Sid's dick hung
slightly to the left, Frankie's to the right.
Boygeorge eyes bugged out, and he sat down heavily against a tree.
"Yeah, you go on," he said. "I'll just watch. I mean! Not that I'll be
watching!"
"We don't mind," said Frankie. He causally reached down and jangled his
brother's dick as easily as if it had been his own, causing both Boygeorge
and I to twitch.
"Last one in..." said Sid, jumping into the water.
I could faintly hear Boygeorge mumbling to himself as the two naked whiteboys
frolicked in the creek scant yards away from either of us. The bare asses
flashing in and out of the water were almost hypnotic.
"Come on!" said Freddy. "It's just us. You didn't mind getting naked with
Bobby!"
"That's different," said Boygeorge. "That's indoors."
"Coward," said Sid.
"I'm gonna swim in my underwear," said Boygeorge, slowly stripping of his
clothes. As his pants slid down, it became clear why he was so reluctant.
The thin gray fabric underneath was barely restraining a massive boner.
The twins giggled, but pretended not to notice.
"Turn around and I'll come in," said Boygeorge.
The twins complied. From where I was, I could clearly see a pair of
identical dicks ramping up in unison. On the shore, Boygeorge quickly tore
off his underwear and I caught the briefest glance of huge black cock
before he was immersed in the muddy water.
"Hooray" shouted the twins, as they turned back around, making no effort to
hide the erections now jutting proudly from their crotches. My own dick
was so hard it hurt, but I didn't dare jerk-off for fear of attracting
attention.
In fact there was little fear of that, as the twins were entirely occupied
by finding every opportunity to rub up against my gorgeous brother. He was
a bit bigger than them, but with their two-on-one assault, they were able
to dunk him repeatedly. And every time I saw him twitch, I knew a white
hand had "accidentally" brushed against his black cock.
Finally, they got out, and sat on the shore, all three as hard as rocks,
although no one said anything. They were so close to me, I could almost
reach out and touch the nearest twin.
There was silence for a long moment, and then Boygeorge spoke.
"Is it true..." he said. "Um... what Bobby told me... about you two?"
His dick suddenly cranked up another impossible inch, until it was
quivering forward like my friend the ram's.
"What's that?" said Sid. He draped his arm carelessly over his brother's
bare wet shoulder.
"That you... that..."
"That we like to play together?" said Frankie. Just as carelessly, his
hand went over to his brother's hard cock, and began jerking it. "That's
true."
"That's sick!" said Boygeorge. "You're brothers!"
His own hand was on his dick by this time, almost as if he didn't realize
it was happening. My hand was on my dick too.
"What about you?" said Frankie. "You and Derrone, ever?"
"No!" spat Boygeorge, dropping his hand. "Never! Black guys don't do shit
like that."
Sid shrugged, and then turned and kissed his brother full on the lips.
"This is so wrong!" said Boygeorge. He was stroking openly now, his big hand
running up and down the black cock, as the two white boys, so alike in
appearance, kissed deeply and long, as if they were as oblivious to
Boygeorge presence as to mine.
"Sick, sick, sick," Boygeorge repeated over and over, like a mantra.
"Wanna join us?" said Frankie.
"No..." breathed Boygeorge unconvincingly.
"Suit yourself," said Sid. "It's not often we invite anyone else... even
Bobby."
With his other hand he pushed Frankie gently down onto the ground.
"Roll over," he ordered.
Frankie obediently got up on his hands and knees.
"Watch and learn," said Sid. Walking in front of Frankie, he pushed his
dick deep into his twin's throat. Turning his eyes heavenward, he shook
and gasped, but only for a minute. Then he withdrew his dripping cock.
"That should be wet enough," he said. Stepping to the rear, he positioned
his dick carefully at his brother's hole.
"Fuck me Sid," said Frankie. "Go ahead!"
Without waiting for a second invitation, Sid pushed in, driving his dick up
and inside his twin. Both gasped and shuddered in unison, and then Sid
really began to work it, slamming his hips back and forth as his brother
yelped and moaned. The sight of the two identical whiteboys fucking each
other was beyond belief.
Scant inches from this scene, Boygeorge was jerking off furiously, pausing
only to oil his dick with spit.
"Hell with it," he muttered, applying an enormous wad of spittle to his
cock head. Going over to Sid, he positioned himself behind him, pushing
his chest down towards his brother's back.
"Wait!" said Sid, pausing in his pumping. "I'm a fucker not a fuckee! You
can fuck Frankie!"
Boygeorge mumbled something incomprehensible, and continued to guide his
black dick towards Sid's tight white ass.
"It's too big," said Sid. "You're huge." He stiffened and then relaxed,
wordless sounds escaping his mouth, as his brother continued to squirm
beneath him.
"Uh, uh, uh" said Boygeorge, as he suddenly slammed inside, and then began to
pump in and out, slowly at first, then with increasing speed.
"Aw shit," said Sid, pinned between the black boy behind him, and the twin
beneath him. "It hurts... but it feels so good!"
Boygeorge said nothing, but continued his rhythmic assault, each thrust
sending Sid deeper into his twin's ass. As I clawed desperately at my
crotch, I saw Frankie turn his head and look straight at me, his glassy
eyes clouded in pleasure. I imagined I was the one fucking him, I the one
losing myself inside his helpless white flesh as I pumped faster and faster
and harder and harder until UHHHHHHHHH!
I screamed, but no one heard me, because we must have all come together,
Frankie's dick spurting out a fountain of cum that mingled with mine as
both arched into the depths of the creek.
"Man," said Sid, as he slowly extricated himself, and ruefully rubbed his
sore ass. "That kid's a monster."
Boygeorge said nothing, but dressed hurriedly, and skittered off into the
woods.
Lets have a debate who is normal and and who is not -
I don't know, the small minds of some people - is Ikarus out there!
Yeah! This is my favorite way of finding guys in thailand..WAY more fun than the bars/gogos in my opinion. Most of my success in that area has been in Chiang Mai.
Dboy
I like going places like Babylon and seeing who is there. I know a lot of farang who have live in and long term boyfriends but they or their boyfriends I sometimes see alone in Babylon. Quite often they will come up to me and say 'don't tell my boyfriend that you saw me here please, OK'?
OK, I will say - how much? A look of horror comes over them and then, quite often I get tugged into the dark room for a quick one.
That's sufficient payment for me :alien:
Well, if they are "not working" boys I don't understand why you should pay them ????? And if you pay them what difference will that be then to the boys you can find in the bars? The challenge is to find the "non working" boys who do it just for fun (or perhaps hope it will lead to something more serious). And they are there, so far I have met them in hotels, 7-11, airportstaff etc.
Well, if they are "not working" boys I don't understand why you should pay them ????? And if you pay them what difference will that be then to the boys you can find in the bars? The challenge is to find the "non working" boys who do it just for fun (or perhaps hope it will lead to something more serious). And they are there, so far I have met them in hotels, 7-11, airportstaff etc.
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