Bangkok Confidential (closed for siobhancan99)

[ericrodman101]

Henry watched Arjit examine his underwear clad body thoroughly. The Thai man's gaze rested for a long while on the smear of dried cum adorning Henry's thigh. And as Henry agreed it was time to get dressed, Arjit went to work preparing a line of coke on a plate. Coke. An offence in Thailand which could bring a long custodial sentence. Jesus!

And when Arjit had snorted the coke, the Thai man moved to Henry's liquor cabinet and helped himself to vodka.

"You don't need to do the coke," Arjit said. Henry was tired. A night on the town was how he wanted to celebrate getting through the first day in class, but he wasn't sure he had the energy. In his head he imagined bringing back a young Thai, man or woman, to his apartment to celebrate with him. But there would be plenty of time to sample the delights of Thai youth. Arjit was here with him, suggesting they could spend the evening together without going out. Snorting coke. Drinking vodka. Taking a shower....fuck!

Henry leaned down and rolled the bill Arjit had used, then snorted a line of coke. It was good shit. He smiled at the Thai man. He liked how forward this guy was. Just assumed as a rich, privileged, confident guy he could waltz in on Henry and take over his apartment for the evening. And why not? Henry enjoyed the feeling of not being in control. He'd felt it with Miranda and now with Arjit. He was usually the alpha guy, just finding and taking what he wanted. But this was new and a little exciting, standing in the apartment in his underwear, feeling the coke take effect, trying to read the body language of an attractive, mature, confident man. He smiled.

"I'm gonna take a shower," he said.

 

[siobhancan99]

Arjit nodded "do that. you've got... stuff." he gestured vaguely at Henry's cum crusted skin "Nobody wants to see that. We staying here or going out?" He walked over and did another line of coke, then moved over to the collection of liquor Miranda had left. He poured himself another drink and then turned, leaning against the counter, watching Henry expectantly "There's a nice pool up on the roof. Sometimes some women hang out up there. Good view of the river. Hot up there but its hot everywhere in this fucking city." He swirled his glass a little, then downed it in its entirety "make up your mind... professor. I've got something I can swim in" He reached into his jacket for a cigarette, but like earlier didn't smoke it. he just put it in his mouth and let it hang there, suggestively, like a tiny prick between his full lips. He tapped his hands on the counter, keeping his arms splayed, three-piece suit nicely accenting his lean figure.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Ok," Henry said, turning back from the bathroom door. "A swim is as good as a shower. And on a warm night in the dark what could be better? You wanna change?"

Arjit nodded before walking into the bathroom. Henry went to the bedroom and found the black speedos he'd worn for Miranda. He removed his underwear, slipped the speedos on, and admired himself in the full length mirror stuck to the wardrobe door.

'What is Arjit up to?' he wondered. 'Student seeking favours? Just being friendly? Suggesting their may be women in the pool tonight. Women? Was Arjit shy about letting Henry know he was gay? Bisexual? Did Arjit fancy him? By Christ, Henry fancied Arjit. Henry's cock buzzed a little at the thought. And the cigarette in the mouth. Like a suggestive prop. Did he ever light up? Or just enjoyed the feel of something firm and round between his lips? Henry's cock started to harden. He heard Arjit return from the bathroom and stepped into the living room to see what it was that the Thai man had brought to swim in.

 

[siobhancan99]

Arjit looked him over "not bad. but wrap a towel around yourself or people will think I already fucked you" he pointed at Henry's thigh, then took off his suit jacket and vest, staring directly into Henry's eyes. He unbuttoned his shirt, tugging it free of his pants, all the while holding Henry's gaze. He folded it neatly, then slipped out of his shoes and unbuttoned his pants. sliding them off he folded them and set them on the counter. He stood in front of Henry, speedo cut underwear showcasing his thick cut cock. He looked Henry over again, then walked over, bending down next to Henry to snort a line of coke before passing the last one across on the little mirror to Henry "have at it. There's more where that came from" He moved around behind the older man, pressing his cock against Henry's ass "come on now. Do the bump and lets go swimming."

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry expected Arjit to emerge from the bathroom having changed into his swim shorts or whatever he'd brought to swim in. But the Thai man must have simply taken a piss. He stood there still dressed in his three piece suit, but as Henry felt a little disappointed at the lack of reveal, Arjit amazed him. After a slow and deliberate examination of Henry's black speedos, Arjit suggested he wear a towel or people would think they'd fucked. If that wasn't enough, with his eyes fixed on Henry's, Arjit undressed, shirt, shoes and trousers, until he stood virtually naked except for a black thong which highlighted the ample size of the organ Arjit was packing.

The American Professor was already responding to the prospect of swimming alone with Arjit in the hot night. His cock wanted release from the speedos, to look about and sniff the air. And as Arjit stepped over to snort another line of coke, all the while speaking ambiguously about coke or sex, Henry couldn't be sure. Did they even need to swim? Or was Arjit inviting Henry to fuck him here, now in the apartment? Even as he struggled to understand exactly what the Thai student was saying, Arjit was behind him, grinding a hard cock into Henry's ass.

"Do the bump and let's go swimming," Arjit said in Henry's ear. He turned, their faces touched. Arjit wore that enigmatic smile which said anything might happen. Henry leaned down until their noses touched.

"Let people think we've fucked," he whispered, letting his hand fall lightly across Arjit's bare flank.

 

[siobhancan99]

"you'd like that wouldn't you? Professor Dalton" Arjit reached in, grabbing Henry's cock through his speedos "I mean that's why you Americans all come here right? To get a big Thai cock up your asses? Most of you pretend you're just curious about ladyboys though. Oh gosh. She was so pretty. I didn't realize she had such a big dick till it was down my throat" Arjit stroked him through the material of his speedos, feeling him thicken under the other man's hand "Admit it. That's why you came to Thailand. Just one big fucking sex paradise for Mr. Horny westerner" His voice was a challenging growl, his eyes locked to Henry's. His lips were so close Henry could feel the wash of his breath. His hand rubbed up and down along the shaft of Henry's cock "Well. There's no such thing as free coke so maybe youll just get your wish tonight."

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry was in two minds about Arjit's aggressive response. He was enjoying the Thai man's hand rubbing his cock, but on the hand, the language, the anger about westerners...was it for real? Or just how Arjit undertook foreplay? If it was foreplay, then it sure worked for Henry, as he felt his cock harden into a rod which his speedos could barely contain.

He wanted to simply say yes to Arjit, yes I would like that, I would like to fuck you. It just seemed that such a direct response didn't really play along with Arjit's meaning. Yes, westerners come here for sex. Because they can. Because they can afford it, and because Thais, men, women, ladyboys, whoever, made it available. It was about power and transactions and exploitation and supply and demand and....why the fuck did he have to admit anything?

So Arjit had a beef with westerners? Maybe he was a political activist, a fighter for equality, an end to exploitation. It didn't sit well with the three piece suit and the coke and the languid lifestyle. Arjit was no struggler. He was privileged and wealthy and cossetted. Much like Henry. They had so much in common.

And all the while, the analysis in his head was struggling against the animal pleasure in his cock. "There's no such thing as free coke," Arjit said. Henry just wanted to shut him up. Give in to the pleasure and cut the analytical crap. He looked hard at the Thai man for a moment.

"Mr horny westerner wants a fuck," Henry said, planting his lips firmly on his student's mouth.

 

[siobhancan99]

Arjit grinned "I know" then kissed him back, pressing him against the counter. He kept his hand rubbing Henry's cock, grabbing it and tugging it free of the prison of his tiny thong. He wrapped his hand around the shaft even as his tongue slid into Henry's mouth, claiming it, colonizing it. His other hand wrapped around the back of Henry's head, pulling him hard into the kiss. "and I'm gonna fuck you Henry" he kept his fist loose, sliding along Henry's cock from the base to the tip, slowly jerking the professor off as he trapped him against the counter. he leaned in, crushing his toned chest to Henry's. His grip got a little firmer as he tugged at Henry's swollen dick. he stepped back "Lets go out on the balcony." He snagged a little bag out of his jacket, then walked out onto the large deck that ran the length of the apartment, out into the humid night. He looked down at the city, then back at Henry, expectant.

 

[ericrodman101]

"I'm gonna fuck you Henry," Arjit said as he stroked the American's cock with his fist. "Let's go out on the balcony."

Henry followed the Thai student outside. The city lights spread out before them, to the horizon and beyond until the darkness was total. The two men stood against the glass rail, looking into the void for a moment, then turned to face each other.

"You are a beautiful man," Henry said. He wasn't used to men coming onto him so strongly as Arjit. For Henry, he was usually the pursuer, the dominant partner, the sexual predator, especially when it came to students, male or female. But Arjit, and Miranda yesterday, had surprised him with their aggression, the power of their approaches to him. Even when he convinced Miranda to let him fuck her ass, she remained in control, her ass fucking his cock if he was honest, and not the other way round. He already felt it was going to like this with Arjit. And he knew it was what he wanted. It was new and exciting. To be taken rather than do the taking. To be used by a man, a stronger personality maybe, to give in, to submit, to be the bitch to Arjit's cock.

"Fuck me, Arjit," Henry said. "However you fucking want."

 

[siobhancan99]

Arjit tugged his thong off, then wadded it up and shoved it in Henry's mouth. "I'm getting there." He turned Henry, forcing him against the railing of the balcony, pressing him up so that his cock rubbed the railing through his own thong. "Look out at all those people Henry. Half of them getting fucked like you're about to get fucked" He rubbed the full length of his hard cock along Henry's cheeks, then slapped his ass, tugging the thong down just enough to expose the puckered rosebud of Henry's asshole. Henry heard him rummaging in his case, then felt the cool drizzle of lube being dripped between his cheeks. A knowing finger smeared it against his ass, then pushed slowly in. It pulled out, getting more lube, then pushed in again, working slowly in and out, getting Henry's ass ready. Arjit drizzled more lube along the crack of henry's ass, then slid his cock between the cheeks, getting it slick as well. He pulled back, lubing his thick shaft and head, then pressed against Henry's ass "you want to be fucked Henry? Push your slutty American ass back and take this cock." He put his hands on Henry's wrsts, holding them to the railing "Come on and show me. Show me how an older man like you takes a big fat young dick" His voice was gently mocking, but his lips found Henry's neck and he sucked hard enough to mark him, bruising the skin as he rubbed against Henry "show me how deep you want it. Then I'll rail your ass till you shoot your wad on whoever is standing on the sidewalk below."

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry did as Arjit told him, pushing his slutty American ass back onto the Thai man's cock. He stretched over the balcony rail, feeling his back extend, and his ass open as his legs tensed. Arjit's mouth was on his neck, sucking, painfully hard. There'd be a bruise in the morning.

"I want you deep," Henry tried to say round the thing in his mouth, gazing into space, the lights and the shadows dancing before him. The anticipation was delicious. It seemed forever that Arjit cooed and kissed and sucked, rubbing his lubed cock between Henry's ass cheeks. The American could picture himself spreadeagled like this, as if watching the whole incident on film or from across the rooftop, a white man, body hair contrasted against his pasty skin, red asshole on display for the brown-skinned man to admire and use and open up.

Just do it, Henry willed, waiting for the pinch, the pain, the resistance of his sphincter and then the cock head popping inside. Would Arjit fuck him slowly, a little at a time, in and out, teasing and coaxing, training his anus to open and take the pressure? Or would he punch hard, the entire length of the shaft slamming inside him, the pain excruciating, the pleasure mind blowing? The American chewed hard on the thong, running his tongue round a scratchy seam. Oh fuck...