Being the Only White Guy at Private Sex Party in Thailand

It was early evening when I strolled into the Bangkok bar. I knew quite a few of the guys who were sitting around in the low armchairs, and I nodded with a smile to several of them. I went over to the bar, ordered myself an orange juice and settled onto a stool. After a few minutes, a young Thai came over, ordered himself a Coke and sat on the stool next to mine. He nodded towards me and smiled.

I glanced down his form. Well-dressed, I noted, which was unusual in this particular bar. He appeared to be nicely muscled as well, although fortunately not the body builder type that we would be seeing later in the floor show. Taller than average as well, a clear complexion, good-looking without being overly cute. Probably in his early to mid twenties.

"I haven't seen you here before," he said. "I haven't seen you either," I replied.

We looked at each other, liked what we saw, and settled down to drink and to chat companionably about this and that. We asked each other about jobs, where we were living, the existence or not of girlfriends, the places where we usually hung out in Bangkok, and so on. Any of you who've been in these situations will recognize the type of conversation.

He asked me what I was planning to do for the rest of the evening. I said that I had no plans. He asked me if I'd like to join him at a private party.

"You'll be the only farang, but my countrymen are very welcoming, as I'm sure you have already found out," he reassured me.

Half-an-hour later, we arrived at a smart condominium. My companion told me that it belonged to his father but that his parent never used the place, allowing his son to have a comfortable base in the big city.

And, indeed, it was comfortable. The apartment occupied the whole top floor, with stunning views across Bangkok. It was tastefully furnished with traditional Thai furniture and hangings. A manservant opened the door and welcomed us inside. In the living room, half a dozen other Thais stood or sat, engaged in animated conversation. They looked up as we walked in, and one of them spoke in Thai to my companion and host. I understood the Thai word for "success" and wondered what he meant. I was soon to find out.

Drinks were served, although no-one drank any alcohol. I asked for a whisky and water, and took the seat that was offered to me. Food appeared, and we ate, with parallel Thai and English conversations going on. A bottle of wine appeared. I was the only one to drink it, and I found that my glass was being constantly refilled by the manservant.

The dishes were cleared, and we continued to talk. Music was playing softly in the background. I started to feel somewhat sleepy, and the warmth, soft music and background of conversation had a soporific effect on me. I must have dozed off.

I woke later to find that I had been moved to another while I slept. The lights were low, soft music still played, and normally I would I have good.

My host was standing close by, and the others were also in the room, standing looking at me.

What was different was that I was now naked on a bed, with my hands tied to the bedpost. I struggled to free myself, only to find that the strong cord just tightened against my wrists. My host moved and loosened the cords.

"I'll do that just once more, so try not to move your hands and arms. Otherwise, you are going to have sore wrists in the morning," he murmured to me.

"What's all this about?" I asked, my voice betraying my worry and, I suppose, a certain measure of fear.

"Don't worry! You are going to experience another side of Bangkok, and this will be a night that you'll never forget," was the enigmatic reply.

One of the visitors stripped off and moved over to me. He proceeded to excite me, in the most professional way, except that here he really appeared to be really enjoying himself. Lips, tongue, fingers were everywhere, and soon, I was forgetting my somewhat precarious situation. The young men moved on top of me, and I felt his butt hole move down onto my cock which slipped easily inside him. The guy's face was transfixed, but then was so was mine, as he moved up and down on me, fucking himself.

The other guys came closer, watching the effects on the two of us.

My eyes were closed, and when I opened them, I realised that they were all now as naked as we were. My cock was hard, long and thick inside the Thai, and just as I was thinking of finishing, the young man lifted himself off me and moved behind the other guys.

One of them moved towards me, and lifted my legs.

"I don't do that," I snapped.

"Yes, you do. And even if you don't want to, you are going to do that," came the reply from the host. "You don't really have much choice in any case." Which of course was true.

The Thai moved towards my face and told me to take his cock in my mouth. Expecting the usual delightful small morsel, I took his cock into my mouth only to find that it swelled into something unexpectedly large and thick. He moved back and raised my legs.

"You can't, it's too big," I whispered.

He did with one savage thrust, it was much too big for me the virgin, and a cry escaped from me. It hurt like hell. Here I was, 36 years old, losing my cherry in front of a bunch of randy Thais. I felt humiliated, and I lost my erection.

The Thai fucked me savagely for some time, and little by little I found myself feeling less pain and growing more excited, as the situation came home to me. I had no choice, so I'd best get on with it. Hopefully he'd finish soon, and I could go back to my hotel.

Suddenly, the Thai's back arched and I felt his jism gushing into me. He withdrew, and the first Thai moved back to me, stroking, cuddling and kissing me, before moving back on top of me and impaling himself on my dick. I felt so hot, and his tight hole was really exciting, its back-and-forth action almost seeming to want to milk me. Just before I came, he moved off me skillfully, and another Thai moved towards me, for what transpired to be a re-run of the earlier session. After mouth-fucking me, he moved down the bed and penetrated me with vigour. It hurt a little less this time, because he took his time and his cock was not as big as the other one.

I didn't lose my erection this time, and I was surprised that this was the case. Surely, I couldn't really be liking this, and yet I was. I looked around me, and saw each Thai was looking at me intensely. Each of them had a hard-on, but I was mainly struck by the monstruous cock that jutted out hard, thick and mushroom-headed from our host.

He caught my look, and said to me, "I'll be the last one, so let the others open you up properly. Don't fight it, because you are to be our guest for a few more hours yet."

Another Thai back arched, a small cry broke from his lips, and I felt his orgasm breaking forth and filling my guts. I wondered just how much more of this I could take. I was getting a bit sore, and these guys were all pretty young and fit.

The "programme" was repeated five more times, with the passive one coming on top of me to keep my attention occupied and my passion aroused, as the next one made ready to fuck me. As he'd promised, our host was last. His cock was truly enormous and killed some of my illusions about Asian men! But he was tender and caring with me, and he took his time with vigourously fucking me, the whole length of his enormous weapon repeatedly invading my intimate depths and then withdrawing until just the mushroom head remained trapped inside by my powerful sphincter. He was nearing his orgasm, when he invited the first guy to come back on top of me. As this one settle don to me, I experienced for the first time what it is to have one's cock buried deep inside a tight quivering hole whilst another cock is furiously pounding one's own tight hole.

Skillfully, the two Thais came almost at the same time, and the combined effect of that mushroom head swelling rhythmically inside me in unison with the tight hole around my own cock drew my own orgasm from me. My love juice went everywhere as the combined effects of the hour or more's hard sex finally spent itself.

My host withdrew and lay down beside me. "You have a choice now. We can untie you, and you can start to play a more active role in what will follow, or you remain tied up and we shall carry on until we've had enough. You must give your word to stay until we decide that we have finished. If you try to escape, there are seven of us to tie you up again."

I'd never been in anything like this situation and I accepted to be untied and not to leave. What happened thereafter left me completely exhausted. There were several rooms, each with a bed, and I had the choice of moving around, settling wherever I wanted. My hole belonged to the one who chose me for that particular bout, and some of the guys let me fuck them as well.

I was in a particularly tender bout with the first guy, my cock deep inside him, our lips together, when I felt a sizeable dick enter me and take its pleasure of me. Each time that that happened, my pleasure was doubled, since all three of us managed more or less to come at the same time.

As the night wore on, the Thai guys started to leave one by one or in pairs, until only the host and I were left. We hadn't touched each other since I had been untied, and I was curious as to why he hadn't come to me again.

"Well done!" he said. "We usually have much more problems with you farangs. Some of them threaten us with the police or their ambassadors. They don't understand. Our fathers are powerful men here, and for once, they don't have a passive little guy who is willing to obey their orders for a few baht. For us, it's a real turn-on, having a farang at our mercy. You have been one of the best, because we hadn't realised that you were a virgin. The first guy who fucked you couldn't believe his good luck."

All this was said dispassionately, and I suddenly realised how the young Thais in the bars must sometimes feel. I'd been lucky, these had been young attractive males, but I'd had no choice, and it could have been much worse.

He added, "Anyway, it's my turn again, but you don't have to if you've had enough."

"You said that you would decide when it was finished. I'll keep my word," I replied, as that mushroom head twitched in agreement.

This time, no-one was watching us, I could hold him, feel his strong young body, as he took me, filled me, and ploughed my arse. For once in my life, I felt almost feminine, and I started talking to him, urging him on, telling him to slow down or go faster, to let me feel his great dickhead slide in and out, past my sore and tortured sphincter.

His lips bore down on mine, as he skillfully massaged my own cock, and once again we came together, each jet of love juice being accompanied by a powerful thrust of his tool.

We slept until the manservant awoke us, a smile on his face, with breakfast. We spent the rest of the day, making love, talking and sleeping, until in the early evening he dropped me at the bar where had first met.

"I don't expect that we shall meet again," he said to me gently, "but it's been a memorable day for all of us." Some of the others had telephoned during the afternoon, to congratulate the host on his choice of "victim". I gave him by private visiting card and told him that he, or any of the others, could get in touch if one of them was ever in my home town.

"I'll remember this for a long time," I smilingly replied.

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written by pfs