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Until going to Thailand, rough and ready tapioca plantation manager Duggan has always preferred young blond twinks who he can overpower and control. But once in Thailand he discovers new tastes in men to overpower and control. Then on a visit to Washington, D.C., to document his company’s Thai plantation operations, Duggan falls under the spell of a sexually refined Thai, Amnad, who he first encounters in a men’s club sauna. Duggan discovers his Bangkok hotel is nearly next door to architect, opera set designer, and minor royal, Amnad’s canal-side Thai-style compound. And he soon discovers he may have met his match.
This story was previously published as part of the Shabbu novel Yap Yap.
I had planned to overpower my Thai prize when we got to my room—to take him swiftly and fully—and perhaps roughly, although I must admit that I had found the serenity and grace he had shown on the gym floor disconcerting. I found myself wondering how I should approach it. That was a new sensation for me. I usually just assumed that the other guy wanted it as fast and powerful as I could give it. Not being sure here threw me off my stride, and I found that it wasn’t me who was taking the lead.
He requested that we shower first, and he asked this with a shy but assertive smile and so calmly that I had assented before I really thought about it. I was already under his spell. This was not how I usually acted in these situations. I was always in control and driving to the fulfillment of my desires and needs, assuming that meeting my own needs would be good enough to get the other guy off happily too.
His ministrations in soaping me up in the shower nearly drove me mad, and although I attempted, there in the shower, to take him, he deftly fended me off. He did so with such ease and without my taking umbrage at his ability to have his hands everywhere at once on my body without me being able to maintain a grip on him that I finally just gave in and let him have his way.
His way entailed kneeling between my legs as the water of the shower cascaded over us and making slow and total love to my cock. Deep throating me, as I imagined no man could do, and making me come down his throat, leaving my knees wobbly and my muscles too drained to take control away from him.
After toweling us both off, he led me to the bed and gently pushed me down on my stomach, full length on the bed. Then he began to massage my body. Sexually, he was driving me wild, and I resolved from minute to minute to gather my strength and assert myself and to take him forcefully and completely as was my custom. But the massage was taking me to heights of pleasure I never had reached before. His fingers were magic on my muscles. He must have been professionally trained for this. And his fingers, which I had remarked earlier as being long and slender and expressive, were surprisingly strong.
By the time he quietly asked me to turn onto my back, I was putty in his hands. He gently but fully made love to me, joining with me so that we were working as one—but gently and with a deep sensuality and slow mounting of new levels of pleasure. I had no idea that sex could be like this. It was completely alien to how I merged with a man. And it was totally fulfilling.
