Prasang called me up the next day. He tried to sound as collected as possible, though I could hear his nerves. He asked if he could please be my boyfriend for the next three weeks. My heart began beating faster and my body erupted in goosebumps. "Really?" I asked, pushing him, "You really want to be my boyfriend?" I could hear him swallow hard on the other end. "Yes, very much" I turned rock hard. This gorgeous guy was agreeing to be my plaything 玩物 for the next three weeks. The delicious possibilities began to race through my head. Prasang's attitude was definitely in the right place. He had become my naked sex toy at the hotel the night before. I could only imagine what else he might be willing to do for me. All I knew was I had tasted nectar 甘露, 琼浆 and was thirsty for more. We met the next day at a quiet restaurant a block or so from the Grand Palace. I told him I would put him on a weekly salary. The gorgeous young man let out a chuckle of disbelief when I revealed how much I was willing to pay him. But when he realized I was serious, his dazzling black eyes lit up 两眼发光. In Thailand, it is not uncommon to "buy" a boy or a girl and put them on salary for an extended period of time. I had met Prasang at Male Body Palace, but he was not their "employee." Clubs like this provide a platform (literally) for Thai sex workers to promote themselves, but they are not under any kind of contract. It is a way to get patrons into the club to buy drinks and, if a boy gets bought, they take a cut. I had acquaintances back home who had come to Thailand and put boys on salary for weeks 包养 or even months. With Prasang the period would be relatively short, but I was looking for a special kind of experience while I was. One I believed he would be able to provide me. He was willing to give, to be submissive, and I made it clear he would have to earn every penny. I told him I wanted a full "boyfriend" experience. I wanted him to buy me flowers, to take me to dinner (with money I would give him, of course), even write me sweet, romantic notes about how much he loved spending time with me. But there would be more to it than that. He would not just be a romantic companion, but my 24/7 sex toy. "You understand, I want full access to your body at all times to use as I please. If I ask you to get naked, no matter where we are, you need to get naked, understand?" Prasang swallowed, looking a bit pale 脸色苍白的, "Let's go with something a bit stronger than that. ‘Master' is a good word, I think." "Yes...master." He was trying to hang onto that cool attitude that a lot of very attractive men have, but I insisted on taking him down a few pegs. "If I want to explore you and suck your cock, you need to let me, even if it's right here in the bathroom of this restaurant. Understand?" "Yes, master," He replied obediently, trying to put on that winning, confident smile, though he obviously wasn't feeling too confident. "If I want to take you over my knee, pull down your pants, and spank those beautiful muscular buns of yours until they are red, you need to let me do that, too. Because that ass of yours is made for spanking, wouldn't you say, Prasang?" I made him repeat it. Whatever he had done with men in the past, I was pretty sure he had never done anything quite like this before. There was certainly an innocence about him and this would be a new and major challenge. I put forth 提出 a few other stipulations. He could have a day each week to take care of any personal things he needed to do, but otherwise I wanted him with me at all times. I also wanted him focused on me at all times when he was with me, just the way a good boyfriend should be. I told him right there in the restaurant that things should begin immediately. I would be giving him a downpayment when we got to my hotel that day. From then on, I would pay him on a weekly basis until the end of the three week period. "So, are you serious about it, Prasang?" I asked sternly. "Are you willing to be my boyfriend, my lover, my complete and total sex toy for the next three weeks? Even to be punished by me? If not you have to let me know and I'll look elsewhere 找别人." I saw a shiver go through his body. He glanced from side to side to see if anyone around was listening in. He understood he was about to sign his life away for three weeks. He was weighing it out. "Yes, yes of course, Master," he said at last with some desperation.His blush deepened 脸红更甚. "I want to be your boyfriend...and your sex toy." The few patrons in the restaurant went momentarily silent, wondering what this was all about. Thai guests seemed not to quite understand. A group of English-speaking tourists looked startled, rolled their eyes 翻白眼, and went back to their conversation. Prasang looked like he wanted to hide under the table. I knew it was embarrassing for him, but I was pleased and very turned on. It was time to take control of this male sex god. I looked down to see his impressive cock growing in his tight jeans and snaking down his leg. I would want him hard whenever possible, and he had cum with such ease the previous night. He may have been "seventy percent straight," but I was beginning to suspect he was secretly turned on by all this, by submitting to me and being commanded by me. Even that amount of money would surely not have been worth it to him otherwise. I scooted over ( scoot to leave or go somewhere very quickly. Sam said, 'I'm going to hide,' and scooted up the stairs. scoot over 挪挪, 挪过去 if someone sitting down scoots over, they move to a different position, for example to make space for someone else to sit down If I scoot over a little, there’s room for you. ) and sat next to him, reached down and cupped his swelling cock. He made another audible GULP as he swallowed, chuckling nervously. His cock flexed in my hand. I leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth, savoring those delicious lips for all they were worth. His cock grew bigger, struggling in my grip. I could feel the heat from his face as he blushed. We were putting on a bit of show for anyone who cared to watch. ... I gave Prasang a generous down payment, even a bit more than I had promised. He followed through on our bargain and gave me access to him and his body 24/7. He stayed with me at the hotel every night of that first week. During the day, we did some sightseeing around the city. Prasang truly was the helpful type and took his new position as my boyfriend and companion seriously. He took it upon himself 主动告诉我 to tell me everything he knew about the palaces, temples, and museums we visited. He took the initiative in holding my hand wherever we went, even putting a strong muscular arm around me. He insisted on carrying anything I bought, even holding my bottle of water. At stores he bought me thoughtful little gifts like postcards, stuffed animals, or even flowers. We sat with arms around each other at restaurants. I asked that he order for both of us and made sure he referred to me as his "boyfriend" when he did so. We made out, often in public places, something I was not used, especially not with someone as attractive as Prasang. There was something deliciously thrilling about it all though and I loved showing him off. I loved to squeeze his ass or even his bulge as he embraced me. As far as I was concerned, the more people who saw, the better. When we got back to my room, I would remove my shoes at the door and Prasang was required to remove everything: sandals (I insisted he wear only a pear of cheap flip flops with no socks so he could strip down more quickly), pants, and shirt. Fully naked, he folded them neatly, and placed them in the drawer. He was strictly forbidden 不允许 from wearing any underwear when he was with me. I still liked to keep his silky white speedo from Male Body Palace in my pocket. Sometimes I would draw it out while we were in public and use it as a kind of handkerchief, much to his embarrassment. Once completely naked, he was required to rub and stroke his magnificent cock until it stood proudly in front of him like sculpted wood. One of the first things I did was get cream and a razor and shave off the already minimal pubic hair he had on his groin and armpits. He was almost completely hairless after that, save for 除了 the thick, luxuriant black hair of his head. We slept together under silky sheets: Me in my shorts and undershirt, Prasang fully naked. I loved to have him give me a massage just before bed. Straddling me, nude and hard, his strong hands were truly miraculous in releasing the tension in my joints and muscles. Then we would lay together. His skin was every bit as smooth and silky as the bedding. I would fall asleep with my hand around his hard, pulsating cock. Each morning of our first week together, Prasang woke up early while I was still sleeping, went out for an hour or so, and came back with breakfast for the two us, a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and a box of chocolates. The kind things a good boyfriend would do for his girl and which I told him I would appreciate. He was always sure to bring my favorite foods, favorite kinds of flowers and sweets. I requested that these always be accompanied by a note to show his affection for me. The first few were short and sweet, but unsatisfactory. So I coached him a bit, helping him to write out the kind of details I was looking for. I liked to make him stand naked and spread-eagled, holding the flowers in one hand and chocolates in the other. while I feasted on his erect tool. I would take him all the way down my throat, choking myse lf on his hot tool, until I could feel his tight stomach expanding against my forehead, my lips nearly touching the bristle of his sinewy pelvis. I would knead and squeeze his balls in one hand. With the other, I would slide an oiled up finger deep into his tight, spasming cherry. Once I had him in the throes of pleasure (and a bit of pain) I would make him read his love notes to me aloud: "Dear Master Jim, (ah) I think about you always (oh)...You are in my thoughts when I wake up and in my dreams when I go to sleep (UMF, ouch) Whenever I think of your beautiful green eyes, your strong hands (oof) it makes my...my shaved, hairless Thai cock so hard and yearn for you. Please, sir, please enjoy my naked, straight boy body and do whatever you please with it (OUCH)...My cock, my mouth, my hole...(gulp) they belong to you, sir. Please, sir, please let me be your naked slave boy..." "Again, Prasang," I would say, pulling out and pumping his cock with my fist. "Read it to me again, make me really believe it." I put pressure on his tight balls, massaging a bit too hard until he made a sound of discomfort. I now had the base of two finers in his hole. "Dear hot, sexy Master Jim (OOMF) I think of you always (OOF)..." I would make him read his letters three or four times, embellishing them with more lurid details, over and over again until he came in my mouth. I liked to have him open the box of chocolates he held and feed them to me in between sucking him off. They were so rich and the taste of a creamy eclair ( éclair [eɪˈkler] a type of cake shaped like a tube with chocolate on top and cream inside. An éclair is a long thin cake made of very light pastry, which is filled with cream and usually has chocolate on top. ) combined with a mouthful of his hot baby batter was fabulous. Young, fit, and athletic as Prasang was, I would sometimes suck him off two or three times in one morning. He had the stamina 体力, 精力 for it and he came with such ease that it did not even require that much effort on my part. The truth is, we seldom even got to the breakfast he brought in; I was too hungry for him. After our "sessions," I loved to bathe my muscular Thai boy myself, just as I had at the hotel that first night. With the hot water flowing, I would stand just outside the walk-in shower with Prasang facing away from me. His body looked and felt a hundred times more electrifying when glistening and wet. I would lather up every inch of his toned, gold-brown build with soap and suds (including the more intimate regions, of course). He leaned against the tiled wall as I traced the tips of my fingernails over the veins in his arms, over the flame patterns that ran over his shoulders and to the figure of the Buddha on his broad back. I would trail a stray finger down to the single tattooed flame that ran itself into the top of his crack, the one I found so erotic. I had bought a large wooden scrub brush specifically to bathe him with, getting his chest and stomach and other hard to reach areas. His mocha-brown buns were just as irresistible as his cock and I couldn't help parting them and savoring him with my tongue. I loved the taste of his hole, especially with steaming hot water flowing over it. Once he was good and clean, I would shut off the shower and dry him thoroughly with a big fluffy towel, working my way down his legs to his feet. He had a wonderful musky, moist smell to him. Then I would apply the oils. Having worked as a masseur in the past, Prasang could recommend many of the best massage oils with scents of grapefruit, guava, lemon, and saffron. I armed myself with a whole collection and took my time rubbing them into every inch of his skin, taking special care with the parts of him I enjoyed the most, until he was perfumed with an incredible concoction of aromas. Once showered, and gleaming with aromatic oils, I would then take my own shower. As I did so, I commanded Prasang to stand inches away from me, facing the opposite direction with his eyes closed. I made him strike my favorite pose of his: Biceps flexed taut, legs spread, tight bubble buns swaying slowly, hypnotically back and forth. I had him stand in this position so often, he was starting to do it naturally without even thinking about it. I watched the tranquil 安详的 gaze of the Buddha tattooed on his back. Watched the clenching muscles working as he struggled to keep them tight. Everytime I spanked his perfect, bare, wiggling ass it sent an immediate jolt 电击一样 to my cock. I myself had a very nice enclosed balcony, though it got painfully hot in the Thai heat. I slid open the plate glass door and went and sat at one of the chairs. "Bring me the brush, Prasang," I demanded. He did as he was told, eyes downcast, cock bobbing out before him, looking ashamed. But before stopping across the threshold onto the balcony, he stopped as if blocked by an invisible force. It seemed he was all at once overwhelmed by the fact of his nudity and how exposed he would be out there. I was going to spank him. Spank him in full view of the entire world. "Is something wrong, Prasang?" I said irritated. Prasang shook his head, frozen, "N-no, master." "Than get your muscular buns out here and lay across my knees." Prasang leaned down, draping his naked, bronze body over me, oiled up and gleaming 发着光 in the blazing sun. I make sure he was positioned so that his bent ass was in full view of the window. I held the thick wooden brush against his trembling flesh. "We are putting on quite a show, Prasang," I said with wicked [ˈwɪkəd] delight ( I. 邪恶的 You use wicked to describe someone or something that is very bad and deliberately harmful to people. morally wrong and deliberately intending to hurt people I knew that it was a wicked thing to do. They have a love of power that makes them really wicked. She described the shooting as a wicked attack. She flew at me, shouting how wicked and evil I was. ...moral arguments about the wickedness of nuclear weapons. II. 坏坏的 If you describe someone or something as wicked, you mean that they are rather naughty, but in a way that you find attractive or enjoyable. She had a wicked sense of humour. I adore white chocolate, and I always feel very wicked when eating it. This collection of letters is affectionate, candid and wickedly funny. Michael grinned wickedly 坏笑. a. slightly cruel but not intending to upset people. a wicked joke/sense of humor. b. expressing a slightly cruel type of enjoyment. a wicked laugh/smile. III. very informal very good. This word is used mainly by young people. IV. informal used for emphasizing how bad something is. a wicked shame. (there's) no rest for the wicked used for saying that you have a lot of work to do, which is a punishment for bad things that you have done. the Wicked Witch of the West a very unpleasant or cruel woman. note: From a character in The Wizard of Oz who is a very evil and ugly witch (=a woman who has magic powers). ). I felt him shutter with shame. Whatever ego or dignity he had, I was breaking it down pretty quickly. Perhaps all the more embarrassing was that he had a boner the size of Texas all the while. However painful or humiliating it all was, it was stimulating his body big time. I went on spanking him, my erect cock inches from his. I made him repeat the words until his perfectly rounded buns were bright red and I was satisfied they would be sore enough when we went out together that evening. I took Prasang shopping in Central Bangkok, in the area known as Siam. Everything is cheaper in Thailand and I stocked up 囤货, buying myself beach Ts, long, flowing cargo shorts, and a wide-brimmed hat for the sun. I bought Prasang new clothes, as well. Unfortunately, he could not be naked at all times, so I chose outfits that were the next best thing. I bought him tight t-shirts with high midriffs. Loose-fitting tank tops with arm holes that yawned ( yawn verb. If you yawn 打哈欠, you open your mouth very wide and breathe in more air than usual, often when you are tired or when you are not interested in something. She yawned, and stretched lazily. They looked bored and yawned at the speeches. Rosanna stifled a huge yawn. II. A gap or an opening that yawns 开口大 is large and wide, and often frightening. The gulf between them yawned wider than ever. Liddie's doorway yawned blackly open at the end of the hall. noun. If you describe something such as a book or a film as a 无趣, 无聊 yawn, you think it is very boring. The debate was a mockery. A big yawn. The concert was a predictable yawn. yawning 宽大的, 超宽的 adj. (of an opening or space) very large and wide. "the yawning entrance of the cave". ) all the way down to his waist, exposing his sides and much of his chest and back. These went well with high, skin-tight shorts, the kind of shorts you often see on Asian men. They catch the eye with their fluorescent yellow, pink, or orange. The bright colors absolutely ignited Prasang's copper skin. They not only showed off his sexy, hairless legs, but framed and accentuated his perfect butt. There was also the fact that his hefty manhood could just barely squeeze into them, making for an especially impressive bulge. My personal favorite, however, was a pair of porous 透气的, 有孔的 trainer shorts with hundreds of tiny holes that were all but see-through. I got Prasang a pair of shimmering emerald green. They were looser than his other shorts, yet they left nothing to the imagination. They swished ( swish I. to move quickly with a smooth gentle sound, especially through the air, or to make something do this. If something swishes or if you swish it, it moves quickly through the air, making a soft sound. A car swished by heading for the coast. He swished his cape around his shoulders. He heard a swishing sound. She turned with a swish of her skirt. The horses stood in the field, swishing their tails. The curtains swished open. II. transitive American to throw a basketball through the basket in a way that makes a smooth gentle sound. Biber swished that three point shot. adj. If you describe something as swish, you mean that it is smart and fashionable. expensive and fashionable. I stayed in a really swish hotel. ...a swish cocktail bar. ) around his thighs and buttocks as he walked. The material was so silky smooth as it caressed him that after a while he was always sporting a nice, big half-chub ( half chub 半硬的状态 Half erect penis. An inkling of an erection. 1/2 a chubby, therefore 1/4 a full erection. Seeing Britney Spears' tits gave me a half chub. II. A half erect penis, either a result of being only partialy aroused, or being paranoid of being caught. "So then she took off her pants and was about to start riding me, but then Steve came home, and we had to stop all of a sudden. After he left, we tried to get back into it, but my wang was freaked out, and I couldn't get it up past half-chub, so we just gave up." III. since a chub is a full erection that is thick in girdth, but not proportionate in length; a "half chub" describes anything between flacid and an all out boner. damn reg! that girl is fine.... i'm gettin a half-chub just lookin at her. ). I don't think it could be helped, but if we were in a public place it was noticeable to everyone and Prasang brushed profusely. It would come highly recommended to wear underwear beneath shorts like these. But I had, of course, forbidden my boy from wearing undergarments, so there was nothing much to be done about it. Prasang became my personal ken doll ( Ken is a doll and fictional character introduced by Mattel in 1961 as the counterpart of Barbie, who was introduced two years earlier. Ken was invented by Elliot Handler. Like Barbie, Ken is named after one of Ruth Handler's children, Ken Handler, who died in 1994 of a brain tumor. Ken is from Willows, Wisconsin. ). I loved to take him into fashionable clothing stores, lead him back to the dressing stalls 换衣间, strip him naked and dress him in whatever sexy men's wear they had to offer. I never gave him any privacy, nor did I allow him to do any of the work himself. I was always right there with him in the stall, helping him in and out of shirts and shorts. Fitting him with new outfits, then peeling them off again was incredibly erotic and I was hard the whole time. Once naked, he knew to immediately assumed my favorite pose: Legs spread wide, biceps flexed taut. The stance that put both his virility [vɪˈrɪləti] and submissiveness on display. He stood like a living, breathing Greek statue at an arcade. My own personal sex object to do with as I pleased. I insisted he stand this way whenever I was not helping him into or out of clothes. Upon exiting the dressing rooms to browse for more clothes, I would tap his bare thigh: The signal to start swaying his buns back and forth, slowly, sensually, the way I liked it. I wanted his beautiful, muscled posterior moving and his cock hard for when I returned to him. The movement of his extraordinary body was so hypnotic that sometimes I just stood there and watched, squeezing my own cock through my baggy shorts. He a beautifully proportioned, muscled Asian god with longish, shiny black hair and caramel brown skin. Me a taller, pale white guy a bit on the husky side who was frankly nowhere near his league. But that made my control over him all the more enticing. All the more delicious. He could have any girl of his choosing, the most gorgeous Thai girls you could imagine. Instead, for those three weeks, his body, his cock, belonged to me. It was fun watching him struggle to show me that winning smile and turn on his infallible charm, even in his discomfort. He flinched as I rolled back the foreskin to reveal that big, round, suckable cockhead. There was usually nothing but a curtain separating us from other patrons in the store. The silhouettes of customers would pass by, chatting as I stroked his silky, hard tool. I knew anyone could pull back that curtain at any moment and see us both. It made my heart thud 怦怦跳 and my face burn 脸红心跳 when I tried to consider what we would even say if that happened. When we were in restaurants, I found excuses for him to get up and get something just so I could have another look. Even guys who were likely not gay were checking him out. The clothes practically demanded attention and made him all but impossible to ignore. And Prasang, to his credit, was damn good at playing the part I assigned him, all considering. My attention was turning toward his bare ass beneath my favorite emerald green, see-through shorts. I watched his bronzed buns shift in the fabric, one of them perked up 支起来, 竖起来 and went taut. I reached down and gave him a good, hard squeeze between the cheeks. The material of his shorts was so light I could feel the heat of his hole as my fingers pressed against it. Prasang spread his legs in response. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. His cock was starting to rise in his shorts. I rubbed his hole until his cock was straining like an animal in a net 笼子中的猛兽, desperate to be freed. He gasped as I seized him by his erection, something I had done many times at the hotel, though never before in a public place. I asked that he recite the note he had written me that day. His writing was getting better and more sensual all the time. He cleared his throat and began, a bit too quietly, not wanting to draw attention to what we were doing. "Dear beautiful, sexy Master Jim (ahhh) just saying your name...makes my Thai boy cock hard and my Thai boy hole tingle 痒痒 (UMF)." Despite his efforts to keep quiet, Prasang's moans echoed through the big, empty wing of the museum. I reached back and grabbed a handful of his gorgeous, bare ass, squeezing and kneading until his gluts went tight beneath my grip. I reached back and gave him a good, open-palmed spanking. The sound carried through the hall, rattling the glass of display cases. The sensation sent I jolt to his cock, making it thicken in my grip. "Say that last line again, Prasang," I said looking up at him, pumping his tool, slick with my saliva. Prasang swallowed, looking nervous. Somewhere, a ways off( a way(s) off I. a long time in the future. Christmas is still a ways off. II. a long distance away. Taylorsville is still quite a way off. a ways to go I. a long distance to go We still have a ways to go before we're home. II. often used figuratively We've done a lot of work on this project, but we have a long ways to go. She still has a ways to go before graduation. ), we heard a door open and then footsteps. Whether they were heading toward us or in another direction, it was hard to tell. "Again, Prasang," I whispered, squeezing the head of his cock. I wedge my finger up into his hole, still moist from the scented massage oils I had applied earlier that day. His hole spasmed desperately around my finger. His moans were punctuated by sounds of discomfort. His cockhead swelled at the back of my throat like a sponge and unloaded a piping hot load into me. He filled up my throat with quantities of his healthy, young spooge so that I choked a bit, swallowing it all down. I didn't have much time to savor it, nor was there time to make Prasang try some for himself. We indeed had company 有人来了, 有人在. I threw him his shirt, pulled up his shorts, and grabbed him by the wrist to lead him out into the main wing. The next day, we stopped into a trendy-looking clothing store simply called "Sexy Guy." Walking around with someone as physically attractive as Prasang, you get a lot of people staring, gawking, doing double takes 多看几眼, or just stopping dead in their tracks to get an eye full, especially in the scant outfits I made him wear. I drew back 拉上帘子, 合上帘子 the curtain, not overly concerned if the clerks at the front desk caught a glimpse of the good stuff, and went out, the cool air and techno beat enveloping me. The two young fashionistas were staring at the drawn curtain with open fascination. I couldn't help but chuckle. They were amazed by Prasang and looked at me in awe, clearly wondering what the secret was to the power I held over him. Wicked ideas were already brewing 坏水开始酝酿 in my head and my cock was stirring. I strolled right up and introduced myself, shaking their hands with exaggerated American pomp. "I'm not here for me," I said, finally changing the subject. "I'm here for my boyfriend, Prasang. He's just back there waiting for me to come and dress him in something new and sexy..." I leaned in, my voice dropping an octave, "He'll wear anything I ask him to. He loves to make me happy, you know..." Their eyes widened in disbelief 不相信的睁大双眼 again. It was almost comical. Chakrii and Gamon looked at each other, clearly not sure what to make of all this 傻了, 不知道说什么了. I was pleased to see a smile break out on one face, then the other. The danger of getting caught in public was thrilling enough, but having a captive audience for Prasang was a new experience that made my body tingle and my heart race 心跳加速. My cock was pitching a sizable tent in my cargo shorts at the thought of putting him on display, not just for my enjoyment, but that of others. I started to make it into a game to tease the boys, leaving the curtain drawn back a little farther each time I went in or out, exposing a flexing, muscular arm or a shapely, hairless leg. Chakrii gave a gasp of delight when I finally gave them a quick flash of Prasang naked in full. The two of them chatted excitedly and not too quietly. As I slipped a silky, lime-green clubbing shirt over Prasang's head, he looked at me, pleading with his big black eyes. He was blushing deep crimson. Of course he could hear everything they were saying about him. They seemed to have caught onto the fact that he was at my command and were more than happy to join in. I grinned at my nervous, flexing beauty, gave his arm a squeeze for encouragement, then drew the curtain wide open. Prasang was now completely exposed in the air-conditioned store to the leering eyes of the clerks 店员 and to anyone else who might walk in. Prasang swallowed hard. I looked down to see his cock growing hard and flexing upward toward me. He was covered in gooseflesh and he felt cold like marble in the intense air conditioning. Yet his heart was thundering 咚咚跳, hot and alive beneath. They were not being quiet at all, and though I do not understand Thai, it was pretty obvious what they were talking about: Prasang's strong, masculine build, his splendid, firm ass, his powerful, hard cock sticking out a mile. They were devouring him with their eyes, savoring him like a scrumptious dessert. "Again," I said, stroking him to full erection, a bit of pre-cum oozing onto my fingers. Feeling his heartbeat pumping in his cock as I squeezed, I plowed my tongue into him. Tasting deeply the heat of his moans. My hand was growing oily and slippery with all the movement so his cock slid in and out of my grip. He thrust himself in my cupped hand as he moved, jerking himself off. His erection swelling bigger, stronger. Soon, Prasang was moaning, even groaning ( Moan: 长时间的呻吟. Groan: 短时间的(疼或者快乐)叫. Moan is talking about something, similar to complaining. One could moan about the weather, the traffic, their job, life in general and everything else. While groan is like grunting which an involuntary sound while performing a particular act. For me it would almost definitely be "groan" in this context. Moaning from pain, to me, is more like when someone is experiencing pain which isn't likely to go away, whereas groaning is more of a grunting noise from a sudden, sharper pain.). His breath was fogging up the mirror behind me. He could not help it in the exertion of bobbing and swaying his hips. The sensation of being jerked off as he danced, of fucking my cupped hand as he moved made him moan loudly. I slapped his bouncing, naked cheeks harder, not wanting him to lose momentum. Gamon simply watched dumbfounded, mind blown, holding up his smartphone, but paying little attention to what he was filming. Chakrii, a bit more tech-savvy, constantly adjusted the zoom and moved his phone up and down over Prasang. Creating what might perhaps prove to be a pornographic masterpiece. I envied the view they were getting, so I let go of Prasang cock and gave him an open-palm spanking across both wiggling cheeks. "I want to see that ass and that cock moving to the beat 跟着节奏走 (against the beat 反拍) at all times...like your life depends on it." I walked over to the front counter. The boys blushed and straightened their hair as if trying to keep some semblance of a professional demeanor. The three of us watched Prasang in fascinated silence. Still blindfolded, arms behind his head, music still pounding away. He was pure, 100% sex on legs. Thrusting and fucking the air with his tool. Buns dancing and bobbing from side to side, taking on a life of their own. Gamon and Chakrii were hard and touching themselves through their jeans. It was such an amazing sight that I gave my own sizable cock a squeeze. If only I had thought to oil him up before this, that would have made it perfect. "Hey," I said to the two clerks. It took them a moment to pull away and turn their attention to me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little bottle of oil I always carried. "You boys think you could help me out?" Both Charkii and Gamon looked at the bottle, then nodded their heads as though hypnotized. Chakrii had the foresight 先见之明 to go and lock the door and change the open sign to closed. Prasang stopped moving and took a moment to catch his breath. As he raised his arms to flex his biceps yet again, his muscular chest heaved and his forehead above his blindfold shone with perspiration. His mighty cock flexed up and down as though begging to receive some more attention. He had remained hard all the while, which reaffirmed my belief that 更加确定 this was all secretly a big turn on for him. I took Chakrii's phone and held it for the three of them to get a picture together. "Smile big, Prasang," I demanded, "Show us how much you're enjoying this. We turned our boy around to do the same with his ass. We smiled and took selfies together with his irresistible, swaying cheeks, squeezing and groping until his glutes went tight under our grip. Sitting next to me on the bus, he smiled with affection. Once again playing the part of the good boyfriend, he squeezed my hand in his and even leaned in for a tender kiss. I reached down, rubbing and caressing his cock through his silky sheer shorts: the emerald green ones I loved so much that were all but transparent and revealed everything. He moaned as his big, thick tool came alive and grew in my hand. To top it off, I had him wear the spiked dog collar I'd bought at Sexy Guy, tight around his neck like a choker. This was accompanied by matching leather wrist cuffs. Symbols of his servitude and my ownership of him, at least for this period of time. The ride to Pattaya was around three hours. Once we were out of Bangkok, the scenery became long stretches of tropical vegetation, interspersed with small villages and locals at their labors.
