The Thai guys come to stay.
The arrival.
In 2023, when we were back in Thailand with my friend Neung and his friend Sonny, we had invited them to come to Cornwall to stay. I was so pleased that they tried to come but it was the cost of the flying and the problems of them getting a visa for the UK that stopped them from coming. We had told them that we’d pay for their flights and help with anything they needed to get the visa.
The cost of the flights was no problem for Stephen and I as we have the wealth, but I was unprepared for the difficulty of getting the guys their visa’s. Basically, Stephen and I can walk into Thailand for sixty days at a time with a visa on arrival, but the UK makes great demands on Thais to obtain a visa in the other direction.
Actually, it’s the same with we British wanting to visit the USA. We have to apply for a Visa, but you Yanks can walk into our country with no questions asked. Weird.
We were irritated also when we were cruising in Scandinavia in the mid-summer. But we worked at it in spite of other distractions.
So, it was a frustrating three months it took for us to get all the documents needed for the guys to travel. We bought the tickets for them to come and stay a month, the problem was that the time to get the visa meant that they were coming in mid-October when the weather was not so good for the guys, but they were insistent that they wanted to come.
In the meantime, we enjoyed what was a really none to pleasant summer weather-wise. It was cool and it rained a hell of a lot. Sailing and kayaking was not an enjoyable pastime for us and we were counting the days for the Thai guys to come to stay.
Two days before their arrival in London, we travelled to the capital to be ready to meet the guys and stayed at the airport hotel.
As luck would have it, the flight arrived at seven fifteen in the morning and so we were up really early to meet the flight. It was an hour after landing that the guys came out from the customs hall with their bags and wonderful Thai smiles. It was wonderful to see them again and they abandoned their baggage trolleys to give us huge hugs and kisses. They looked remarkably refreshed after twelve-hour journey and when I hugged Sonny, I started to get a hard on. He has the body of a god; Hard and sculped. He’s also into blond guys and I swear I could feel an erection when we embraced.
Immediately the phones came out and the guys were snapping away happily.
We herded the happy guys to the hotel and took them down into the parking garage so they could drop off their bags and took them into the hotel to have a breakfast with us.
After eating and hearing the excited chatter about the flight and the Business class bed and the male trolley dollies, chatting them up, we went to our room and had a proper welcome with deep kisses hugs and gropes. We gave them a UK SIM card each with loads of money already paid on the cards so they could keep in touch with family and friends back home.
The guys needed to refresh themselves but had to retrieve clothes to change into. Neung and Stephen went back to the car, leaving me with the adorable, hunky Sonny to get to know each other again a little more intimately. He’d seemed to have bulked up a bit since I last saw him but he was a lovely and gentle a man as I recalled.
The guys returned from the car with fresh clothing surprised that we weren’t yet both naked and fucking. We sent the men off to shower, and waited for them to return. They didn’t let us down.
They came out of the bathroom, both naked, towels over their shoulders sporting two huge erections. Within thirty seconds we were all naked and, on the bed, kissing, sucking, licking each other all over.
It was Sonny who gave us the news. Both the guys were now on PrEP. We could now fuck raw. This excited us all and for the next hour we were fucking like crazy. The action couldn’t last long as we had to check out of the room and drive the five hundred Kilometre’s back to Cornwall. We all had to shower again, but we were out of the room on time and on the road by midday.
The guys sat in the back of the Range Rover enthusiastically looking at the green countryside of England and commenting to each other in Thai and asking us questions in English. Stephen and I looked at each other and smiled. We were happy to have our friends with us.
The weather was made for the journey, it was a glorious day with just a few clouds and plenty of sunshine. We stopped for a break just outside of Taunton in Somerset and stretched our legs.
Again, the mobile phones came out and we had to compose ourselves so that we all were in the same photo.
It wasn’t until we were well past Exeter and passing over Dartmoor that Neung asked where all the houses were. He thought that England was overcrowded by houses and was so surprised to see so much countryside.
The moment arrived when we were about to cross the border from Devon into Cornwall. At Cookworthy Knapp I pointed out the group of one hundred and forty trees on the hill that marked for the Cornish that we were nearly home. I slowed down as we crossed the River Tamar into Cornwall so they could see that we now in my homeland. As usual, I felt the spirit of Cornwall flow into my body and as always, Stephen to hold of my arm and gave it a squeeze.
“So, we are home now”? Sonny asked.
I laughed and told him that we still had about a hundred and twenty-five kilometres to go. I told him to close his eyes if he was jet lagged but he refused, telling me he wanted to see everything.
We stopped at Tregadillet at the conveniences where I first heard Stephen say his infamous line out loud to a surfer guy staring at his huge dick as he was peeing hands free. “The problem with getting it ALL out is trying to get it ALL back in again”. We all needed to pee. The four of us were alone and Stephen didn’t disappoint, quoting his line once again.
It was now twilight as we continued westward and dark by the time we passed Hayle.
I told the guys that we were not too far to go and Neung was excited to see the St Ives signpost as we got closer to home.
“It’s the artists town”, he called out, “I really want to see it”. I assured him that we’d have plenty of time to see everything.
It was dark when we arrived at the gate to our home. Stephen pushed the remote to open the gate and I drove to the front door announcing we had arrived.
Only the security lights were on and not much of the house to see in the dark. I opened the door and switched off the alarm, as Stephen helped the guys with the baggage. Inside, the guys were very excited to see the main room, the reception, kitchen, dining and lounge all open plan. Then they saw the huge life-sized photo of Stephen and myself, taken at Rosewarn Hill, a couple of days after we had first met.
There was a discussion in Thai.
“You both look so happy together and you also look better now”. Sonny told us.
I put on the heating so the guys wouldn’t be so cold. I didn’t want them to be ill but I also didn’t want the guys to be wearing heavy clothes and not be able to look at their bodies and wonderfully dark satiny skin.
Stephen took them upstairs to their bedroom and showed them their bathroom and told them that they didn’t have to sleep in their room. He showed them our bedroom and downstairs I heard a gasp.
“That bed is massive”. Neung exclaimed. He’d never seen one so big. Stephen explained that it was special because both he and I were so tall and we needed space in bed for sleeping comfortably and for when we ‘exercised’ with other guys. The boys would be more than welcome to join us as they had when we were in Pattaya.
They came back downstairs very excited, and I asked if they were tired.
They admitted they were but were very happy and excited. I asked if they’d like something to eat but they were fine, a drink would be great. I’d bought some Singha beer and had a few cans in the fridge. I showed Neung where they were and told him and Sonny to help themselves and to let me know when they needed more. I had more in the summerhouse store outside. Stephen joined them with his favourite local brew and I had a cider. We sat down on the large sofa and we relaxed for a couple of hours. We were all happy and tired.
It was ten pm when we went upstairs to bed and the guys joined us naked in our bed and they fell asleep almost instantly. They were exhausted after their journey and we had been up early to greet them as well.
The next morning, I woke up to find Sonny cuddled up to me fast asleep. He was out of it. I looked across the bed to find Neung more or less in the same position with Stephen also seemingly in another world.
I shifted myself to make myself more comfortable and Sonny stirred waking up and looking at me wondering, it seemed who I was and what was I doing in bed with him and how did I get there.
I whispered to him
“Sawadee Krab”.
His voice cracked slightly as he whispered back to me.
“Sawadee Krab”.
“Sabai dee”? I asked how he was.
“Sabai dee mai”. He croaked. He was well.
He seemed to recall where he was.
“Toilet”. He said. I nodded thinking he wanted to leave the bed.
“Where”? I understood, and pointed in the direction of our bathroom.
I removed the cover from his body and stepped out onto the floor, and stretched his body raising his arms above his head. I watched him walk across the bedroom, admiring his backside and his well-developed back muscles and legs. With his dark Asian skin, he looked wonderful. He’d certainly kept up his exercise and physique. I thought about getting my face and cock deep in his arse cleavage, knowing that it would happen a few times whilst he stayed.
I heard him pee into the toilet bowl. A long hard stream of pee was filling the basin, and then heard the last few dregs being pushed out by his bladder, before I heard the flush, followed by the running of the tap in the wash-basin as he washed his hands.
He returned to the bed, slowly pacing the floor towards me. Now more awake than before he gave me a wonderful smile. Again, I admired his wonderful body, recalling the first time I saw him on the beach in Pattaya and hoping that my friend Neung knew him and would invite him to join us. Of course, Neung knew him. He had plotted for Sonny to come down to Pattaya from Bangkok, and had set up our meeting.
This time Sonny was totally naked, and his big bodybuilders body was a massive attraction, and his thick flaccid cock swung about as he walked towards me. He clambered back into the bed, cuddled up to my body and threw the covers back over himself.
“Good Morning”, he softly told me, putting his hand on my chest gently and pinching my nipple.
I returned his greeting putting my arm around his back and reaching with my other hand to pinch his nipple too. He let out a grunt of pleasure and I pinched it harder. He pushed his pelvis harder against my thigh and I could feel his cock hardening.
Sonny lifted his head up slightly and looked over to Stephen and Neung, still fast asleep and put his head back but looking towards my face this time. His eyes greedily looked at me.
“Ummmm Blond man. I like it”. Softly spoken and he raised his head to mine for a kiss.
Fortunately, my mouth was already wet and I was able to kiss him properly and exchange tongues deeply. My cock hardened at this attention and I felt his throb against me, already hard.
He moved his hand from my nipple down to my hard on, squeezing it. The bed cover making a rustling sound as his hand travelled down. Our kissing continued as he stroked my cock.
Then there was a voice. The deep bass voice of my husband.
“Hello, lovers”.
Our kissing stopped as we greeted Stephen into the world. Neung stayed still and in a deep sleep.
Stephen’s free arm came out of the cover and he reached over to Sonny, stroking his handsome face and Sonny responded by moving across me to also kiss Stephen.
The movement meant that Sonny was now across my body and freed my arm and so I threw it over his back and held him against me. I joined in the kissing enjoying the delights of a three-way kiss first thing in the morning.
Stephen gently moved his two-metre frame away from Neung who stirred slightly and turned around away from us. Sonny’s hand left my cock and he reached under the covers for Stephen’s monster and gave out a moan of delight at the remembrance of the massive size.
“I’d almost forgotten”, Sonny recalled, and he quietly dived under the duvet to suck on Stephen’s cock.
We remained kissing as Sonny pleasured his mouth and throat on Stephen’s tool.
I turned to face the couple sideways on and reached down to push Sonny’s head further down on the fat meat. This made him cough and splutter loudly and it disturbed Neung who now woke up.
He turned around to see what was happening, but could only see the head and shoulders of Stephen and myself. His friend Sonny was not in sight being totally under the cover.
Neung came to full consciousness quickly, sizing up the situation.
“Can I join in”?
“Do you really need to ask”? Stephen now spoke up aloud for the first time.
Neung threw off the cover and kneeled up beside Stephen, his fat eight inch cock totally erect with the foreskin totally unfurled, pointing at us both.
Sonny moved the cover from above him and now I could see that he had most of Stephen’s cock in his mouth.
Neung, the shortest of the four of us, still had a muscular humpy body, his broad shoulders and big chest and abs being a wonderful addition to his hard cock.
“Let me get over there to Gerren and join in this sucking festival”. He walked around the bed and lifted himself besides me his head in my groin and his cock right in my face. We went into an immediate sixty-nine, and I enjoyed tasting his leaking juice and his magical mouth and tongue around my shaft.
There was movement beside us. Sonny and Stephen were getting more comfortable. I could tell from the noises coming from them that they were also in a passionate sixty-nine. It came to mind that Neung had told me that Sonny was really into blond guys so I could really understand the ardent noises next to me.
Stephen, ever the organiser of sexual matters first and foremost, called out for a swap of partners and called out for some fucking as well.
Surprisingly, it was Neung, the self- proclaimed pig who called out that we should wait to fuck until a couple more days.
He explained that he wanted to get over the journey and wait for the new style fucking and other thing we could now do. He wanted to keep this to sucking and kissing for now.
We were not ones to force guys to do things they weren’t ready for so we let it be for now and settled down for sucking licking and kissing. It was just as exciting, though I thought Stephen was slightly disappointed.
As were really getting into the action the phone rang. I let the answer phone take the call. I heard my sister-in-law, Laura, inviting the four of us to Sunday lunch and for me to call her back. That would be interesting for the boys to try and they could meet the family and have a tour of the farm with my brother.
And would you believe it Stephen’s phone also rang. This time it was our friend Mike, the American who has the leather business close to London asking Stephen to call him back as he had some news for us.
This didn’t stop us from each having great orgasms, with Stephen and I both spraying Neung and Sonny with gallons of cum. Well, Ok a lot of the stuff.
After our morning shower, we had breakfast, I had got in lots of Thai jasmine rice and left it to the guys to cook up their breakfast. We’d promised ourselves a gym session in the early evening. I wanted to show the guys around the garden and the fields down to the coastal footpath and show off our hand-built shelter with the great view of the Atlantic.
Again, we had been rewarded with another wonderful day’s weather and we took the guys into St Ives to have a look around and show them where Stephen and I first met. We went down to the harbour. The tide was out and the boats were on their sides, but the light was excellent and visibility really clear. Neung was excited. The guys must have taken hundreds of photos on their phones.
“I can paint here; this is so good”. He enthused. We’d promised that he could have a look around after we had a late lunch and made our way to the Thai Café at the harbour, Talay Thai. We got a great table overlooking the harbour just as the tide was returning. The boys were really excited, and delighted when the Thai chefs came out to greet them and chatted away for a few minutes.
Both the boys were really grinning broadly and almost laughing. Stephen asked what was so funny.
“The chef says he will made the food really hot for us and not mild like he has to do for the falang”. Neung was nearly crying with laughter.
Falang is Thai slang for Foreigners especially Caucasians, and I had to remind Neung that he was now the foreigner in my country.
He went very serious and was now apologising giving a low head and a wai under his chin.
I told him not to worry and to cheer up. Some good food was to come soon.
There are three things Thai’s love. Sleeping, Eating and Sex and not in that order.
The food was great and the guys very happy and the chef came out again as we were leaving and we promised that we’d bring the guys back again and again.
Already even after a couple of hours, Neung was loving St Ives, claiming that he could easily live in the town. We hadn’t finished his introduction. We walked over the Digey, to the Porthmeor beach and we were standing outside the St Ives Tate gallery.
To be honest, the Tate is not to my taste, too modern arty and surreal for my liking, but I was sure Neung would love it, and he did. His face was a picture of joy and amazement and delight and his eyes were gleaming. I said to Stephen that I wondered if Neung would have preferred the Tate to a room full of muscled and hung naked men.
“Probably equal”, was Stephen’s assessment.
Sonny, more used to Neung’s paintings and art was by his side constantly as they chatted away with each other. We watched the guys and enjoyed the reaction from Neung. He came to us, thanking us profusely for the experience telling us that he really had to paint whist he was here in St Ives. We promised that we’d get the equipment and tools he needed.
I left the guys with Stephen for a few minutes and went to the gallery reception and asked for advice explaining that my friend from Thailand was an artist and wanted to paint here in St Ives and was there a shop to buy equipment for him. I was given a card for a local supplier and generously I was advised that there was a small group of artists in the town who liked to meet visiting artists if my ‘friend’ would like to meet them as well. I promised to find out.
In the end we had to drag Neung out of the gallery with him vehemently making us promise that we would return. Outside, it had turned colder but Neung didn’t feel a thing. He was so full of the town and the gallery. I hustled the guys to the address I’d be given for art supplies. It was still open. The supplier was wonderful, and he and Neung got on really well and we bought a few canvasses, and easel, brushes, oils and paints galore, and what the dealer didn’t have he could get within a few days.
We all had something to carry back to the Range Rover and Neung was like a child at Christmas. When we got home, he was all over us with thanks.
“This is so much better than I thought it would be”.
We didn’t tell him we had more for him.
When he’d calmed down, Neung joined us in our small gym to exercise with us. It was near to five thirty and we’d worked up a good sweat and so we showered yet again and Sonny, Stephen and I relaxed watching the national our regional news as Neung gloried over the supplies we had got for him.
I called my sister-in-law to confirm the Sunday lunch, and advised that a Cornish Sunday lunch would be fine and I’d bring over the rice cooker in case the guys would prefer it to roast potatoes.
Stephen called Mike back and returned with some surprising news.
Thinking of pubs, we made our way to the Tinner’s. I’d called ahead to book a table with Dan, the publican and was lucky to get a table by the fire. The guys would like that.
We made our way through the fields to the pub by torchlight. The boys, more used to the bright lights of Bangkok, were frightened of the dark countryside but once in the warm pub, they cheered up.
We had the fireside table and the guys looked around the old pub decorations with great interest. They were happy to order British food and were happier still when I told them that most of the food came from my brother’s farm. My family farm, I told them still having a share in the business.
There was no Singha Beer but they took to half pints of Cornish ale.
There were some people who stared at the guys, but they weren’t locals. A few of the neighbours came to greet Stephen and myself and also greeted our guests who stood up and gave them a wai greeting which surprised, pleased and delighted our friends.
We showed the boys some of the special points of interest about the pub and explained just how old it was and told them of the mermaid legend, promising them a visit to the church in daylight.
“Is it OK for us to go to the church”? Sonny asked. “We are Buddhists”. I assured him it was more than Ok and they’d be very welcome as all visitors are. “No one is going to turn you into a Christian”. I assured him. “Just be as respectful as you expect all visitors to a temple to be back home”.
We walked back in the dark again, this time in an easier fashion, a couple of pints of ale inside of us making the guys relax. It was ten when we got back and we asked the guys if they’d like more to drink. They settled for a glass of whiskey each and Stephen and I had a shot of our favourite Armagnac.
The guys joined us in bed again, still slightly jet-lagged and they cuddled up to us both as they did the night before easily dropping off to sleep.
It had been a great day and it had gone well.
More to come
