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“I’m nothing special, in fact, I’m a bit of a bore. If I tell a joke, you’ve probably heard it before…”. Isn’t that how the old ABBA song goes? Well, that’s me to a T. All through my life, I’ve never been anything special. Nothing to write home about – in my mid-40’s but told I look younger, not fat, not skinny, not short, yet not tall…. Actually, Mr. Average in every way. Thick blond hair (but quickly greying), with blue eyes – you wouldn’t look twice if you passed me in the street. Personality-wise, I am a bit of an oddball. I am overly introverted…. Not all the time – my job as a teacher means that I have to be an extrovert all day, but after that, I’m somewhat of a loner – friendly to those who know me, but stand-offish to those who don’t. I have meandered my way through life, not hurting anybody but not exciting anybody enough either. Because of this, I am alone in the world, staying deep within the recesses of my own mind. But that mind is a wild thing – my fantasies would scare even the perviest of perverts! But they are only fantasies inside my warped brain – I could or would never act upon them… too much of a scaredy-cat. Oh, and I’m gay – not openly, you understand. The people who need to know, know.
The only slightly unusual thing about me is that I have travelled. 15 years ago, I gave it all up in the UK, packed in my mundane job as a primary school teacher, sold my apartment and everything that I owned, and decided to see the world. I’ve travelled far and wide, using my teaching qualifications to land jobs teaching English in various countries. And so, here I find myself in Thailand. I have lived and worked here for the best part of 5 years now, and I like it. A bit boring, working as an English teacher in a local high school, but I was content with my life, or so I thought. You might be thinking by now what kind of exciting story could I possibly have to tell? Well, let me start at the beginning.
It was a normal working day. I had taught 5 classes at the local high school and I was tired. On the way home I stopped by the local market, as I normally did, to pick up some food and fresh fruit for dinner. I knew the market well, it being the nearest to my house. As I walked around, I spotted a stall that I hadn’t seen before. I approached and saw that an old, grizzled Thai man was selling amulets – nothing unusual in that, this being Thailand and a Buddhist country… almost every Thai you see will have their special amulet to protect them from life’s harshness. The old man beckoned me over. Now, I’ve never had any inclination to buy an amulet. In fact, I find the foreigners who wear them on their gaudy gold chains as somewhat phony. But to be beckoned by this old man was unusual – normally they wouldn’t give me a second glance as I walked by. So, I moved towards his stall, intrigued.
“You would like to buy an amulet today?” he asked.
“Sorry, I don’t think so”, I replied.
“No, no, my son! Wait, don’t pass by. I have a very special amulet and I believe that it is just for you”
What intrigued me, even more, was this old man’s level of English. Of course, the beach touts can all speak English to a certain level – it’s how they make their living, after all. But an old Thai man in a local market? Now that’s unusual. Still, I was wary of him scamming me – a common enough occurrence here.
The old man looked at me with glassy, watery old eyes and continued. “The market is almost closing. I have sold nothing today. I will sell you my special amulet for a very special price. I am old now and have no great use for it. Something tells me that your needs are greater than mine.”
With that, he rummaged through a ragged cloth bag under his stall and pulled out an old amulet encased in a dented, scratched, silver surround with a glass shell. It was unlike any other amulet I had seen – no Buddhist markings or images, just inscriptions in a strange alphabet I had never encountered before. In my mind, I had a strange compulsion that I should buy this amulet. I couldn’t understand it, given my feelings about foreigners faking their “Thainess” by wearing one.
“This… it will bring you good fortune. I sell only 300 Baht. You really must buy it. Please, I beg you.” He gave me a toothless, pleading smile and placed the amulet in my hand. “Very lucky for you – it will bring everything you want. Everything your heart desires.” Feeling somewhat compassionate for this poor old man, together with this growing feeling inside that I must buy this amulet, I fished 300 Baht (about $10) out of my wallet and handed it to him. His eyes were gleaming as he took the money. I had a suspicion that I had just fallen for a scam, but, hey – 300 Baht is really not that much and besides, the amulet was attractive; a future keepsake of my time in this country. As I walked away he called after me. “Have sweet dreams tonight, my son,” which I thought unusual.
Once home, I took the amulet out of my bag, after unloading my shopping. It, actually, was very attractive. I put it on an old long leather neck strap, the kind you see beach touts selling, that I had lying in a drawer and placed it on my neck. Yes, it looked good and I decided to keep wearing it. Eventually, I went to bed and fell into a deep sleep, forgetting to remove the amulet around my neck. That night was consumed with vivid dreams and a voice speaking to me inside my head, telling me that everything that I desired would come true, that I had just started my new life. The voice told me clearly that I could have anything that I wanted, I only had to ask. There was a myriad of other dreams, all of which I can recall vividly, with wild sexual situations all relating to my crazy fantasies. When I awoke the next morning, I found myself covered in sticky, half-dried cum – I had had a wet dream? The first since I had been a raging, hormonal teenager!
At school that day, my first class was Matayom 1 (junior high, 12-13-year-olds). Nothing unusual in that, except that I suddenly realized that I could understand what my students were saying. Now, I have never learned more than basic Thai, being a bit of a lazy ass. But suddenly, the chattering students made sense to me. One of the boys, sniggering, asked in Thai “Teacher, are you gay?” Shocked, I asked him what he had said. Blushing slightly, he said that he was sorry but he hadn’t done his homework (in broken English). Everyone around him fell about laughing and I understood that they had been doing this for the whole term – saying inappropriate things in Thai, but repeating with appropriate things in English. This explained a lot about their behavior over the term! It continued throughout the day, suddenly understanding everything that my students said to me in Thai. I didn’t respond to them in Thai, for fear that I might make myself look stupid if I got it wrong.
I finished the day and left to visit my usual market. I searched for the old man and his amulet stall, but he was gone, almost as if he had never been there at all. I found a food stall and ordered… the words coming from my mouth were fluent Thai! I understood what I was saying, but the words were alien to me. The old lady behind the stall commented on how good my Thai was; just like a native, she said. Surprised, but impressed with myself, I continued shopping, when, suddenly, the voice inside my head from the previous night reminded me that I could have whatever I wanted. I looked around, trying to find who had spoken to me, but there was no one there. Again, the voice quietly whispered “Anything...” in a long, drawn-out drawl. I left the market, confused and more than a little scared by what was happening, deciding that stress was getting the better of me.
I got on my little motorbike and started for home. Again, the voice whispered, “Anything…. You know you want it. Go and take it. It will happen.”
Now, I’ve already told you about my wild fantasies… if anyone saw my internet browsing history or knew the things I looked through on the Dark Web, they would be surprised, shocked even. That the mild-mannered, goody-two-shoes, boring teacher would even contemplate these things. One of those many fantasies is homeless old men. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t understand my fantasies either!
Now, there is an old man, scrawny from lack of food and unkempt, who lives in an old shack between the market and my home. He collects plastic bottles from the bins to recycle. Often, I have “dropped” a 50 Baht or 100 Baht note near his shack – Thais don’t take kindly to charity, as they will “lose face” and can actually become aggressive if confronted by someone even trying to help them. As I was approaching his shack, the voice came back. “Anything….” it repeated, “Stop. Speak to him.” As if being controlled, I stopped my bike and walked over to his shack. There he was, sitting in the corner of his tin shed – no electricity, no running water, no possessions that you could speak of. He looked at me suspiciously and gruffly asked what I wanted. Suddenly, I felt the amulet around my neck become hot, much to my amazement.
A broad toothless smile spread across the old man’s face. “Come in, come in,” he said, much friendlier now. “Sit here.” I moved towards him, shaking and unsure what I should do. Should I turn and run? “Anything…..” the voice repeated stronger this time. I walked over to his corner and sat down. “I am yours to do with as you please,” said the old man, but this time, not in his own voice, but in the voice from within my head! “Can I see him naked?” I asked. “As you please….” Repeated the voice calmly, this time from somewhere in the tin shack. I reached out my hand and slowly, nervously started to unbutton the old man’s filthy, ragged shirt. He didn’t flinch, just stared at me with his almost toothless grin. I pulled the shirt from his body and saw that he was, indeed, skin and bone, not an ounce of fat on him, with dark, wrinkled skin, ravaged by years outside in the hot Thai sun. I guessed that, at some time in the past, this must have been a handsome, virile, muscular young man, his body honed by hard farm labour. I ran my hand over his nipple and he shuddered a little, but still stared at me, smiling. “Can you stand up for me, please?” I asked in Thai, still trying to seem polite in this surreal situation.
The old man stood up, now looking down at me. I reached up and started to unfasten his loose-fitting shorts until they fell to the floor. No underwear, which didn’t surprise me. The almost black skin continued over his whole body, and there, in the middle, was a beautiful, dark, uncircumcised cock, about 3” long, with a long foreskin hanging over the end and surrounded by greying black hair. “Do as you please,” the voice repeated, startling me from my daze. I moved my face closer to inspect my prey. The smell was almost overwhelming – stale piss, and unwashed cock and I loved it; feeding into the dirtiest of my fantasies. I moved my hands up to cup the whole thing; two sagging balls and a soft, warm cock. I breathed in the musk of this old man and tentatively stuck out my tongue to taste my prize, catching a morsel of stale piss, cock cheese, and general dirt.
The old man’s cock started to rise; I’m guessing no one had been down there for a very long time. I watched, hypnotized as the cock grew, the foreskin started to stretch and the head began to appear. The smell increased and so did my excitement. My cock was straining in my trousers by this time and I could feel a wet patch forming in my underwear. Swallowing, I faced the old man’s body and engulfed his now 6” hard cock in my mouth. He let out a guttural groan and grabbed the back of my head. I savored the taste of the old man’s cock, which I am sure would have put most people off. I loved the debauchery of the whole situation; the prissy school teacher on his knees in front of this probably 75-year-old man, sucking his filthy cock with enthusiasm.
To my surprise and delight his cock was as hard as anything I had ever sucked, the foreskin now fully retracted and the head gleaming with my spit. The taste was powerful and I felt myself swooning from the depravity of it all. The old man’s hands were still on the back of my head, him trying desperately to face-fuck me, sweat now dripping from his face and body onto mine. I moved his hands away, stood up, and very quickly ripped off my school shirt, trousers, and underwear until I was naked like him. My own cock, which is just average (remember, Mr. Average?), was sticking straight out, harder than it had been for a long time. The whole situation excited me so much. Feeling bolder now, I told the old man to get down and suck it. He complied immediately, still with his toothless grin, as if he was fully enjoying the whole situation too. His mouth went to the head of my cock and slowly, ever so slowly he moved down until his nose was in the hair at the bottom. Then, he pulled back quickly and repeated the move. His hand moved up and grabbed my balls, kneading them roughly. I was in heaven and started to move my hips in time with his sucking. The old man was breathing heavily and stroking his cock at the same time. I pushed him onto the ground and lay beside him, pulling him over me in a 69 position, his hard, dripping, black cock directly over my face.
Suddenly, he pushed downward and forced his entire length into my throat, at the same time copying on my cock below. My whole mouth was filled with his hard cock and my nostrils filled with his putrid smell as he pistoned his cock in and out. I grasped his ass cheeks above me and spread them to reveal a very nice and surprisingly clean hole. He sat upright to push the hole over my mouth and I gladly accepted it, pushing my tongue inside and causing him to writhe and groan above me. He leaned over after a few minutes of my exploration and I felt him grab my legs and pull them up. He repeated what I had just done to him, his tongue wriggling to find the opening and then pushing into me with force. His hands pulled apart my ass cheeks as he worked like a professional rimmer if ever there was such a thing. I felt a finger explore the outside of my hole, wriggling and pushing its way in. “Open it for me,” he commanded (in Thai) and I duly complied. This old man actually seemed to read my mind – he knew exactly what I wanted him to do.
“As you please…” the voice in the room whispered. In my sex-filled trance, I had forgotten all about the amulet and the voice. The old man’s fingers were delving deeper into my now open and inviting hole and I knew that I craved to have that cock thrust inside me. I pushed him off and sat up on my hand and knees. Immediately, the old man spun around behind me and I felt his cock brush over my hole. I wanted him so badly, I arched my back downwards and I felt his cock slide in, slowly at first, then with aggression as he buried it inside my hole all the way down to his ball sack. He crouched behind me, with his legs either side of my ass and he started to fuck, making those same guttural noises as before, pushing his cock in with the energy of someone much younger than his years. The cock slid in and out, sometimes quickly and aggressively, other times slow and leisurely. This old man really knew how to fuck.
“As you please….” repeated the voice again and I understood – what I wanted in my mind was what I got in reality! The old man picked up the pace of his fucking and reached around to grab my own leaking cock in his hand. He started pumping my desperate cock furiously, at the same time fucking my ass aggressively, almost causing me to black out, the ferociousness of it. After about 5 minutes of him thrusting in and out like a rabid dog, sending me into a trance, he suddenly pulled his cock out of my ass and flipped me over onto my back. Straddling me, legs either side of my shoulders, he started stroking his cock over my face, pushing the cock head down towards my waiting, open mouth. His hips started to buck and his hand flew over the engorged cock. He put one hand behind my head, aimed his black cock, with its now angry red tip, straight into my face, and with a loud scream, his cum gushed out of the cock head, mixing on my face with the sweat from both him and me. It seemed like a gallon of cum shot out of him, covering my mouth, nose, eyes, and hair. I licked around frantically trying to get as much of his cum into my mouth, to savor this gift that he had given me.
At the same time, the old man sat up, reached behind him, and grabbing my balls in a vice-like grip. That was more than enough to push me over the edge. I came like I had never cum before, shooting all the way up the old man’s back to his neck. I too screamed in ecstatic pain from the forcefulness of my own climax. The old man collapsed on top of me and we stayed that way for a few minutes, recovering from the wildest fuck I had had in my entire life. The smell of raw, wild sex filled the air and his cum dripped down both sides of my face. Eventually, he raised his head, still with that toothless smile, and rolled off. He actually thanked me for the best fuck of my life, which made me laugh, and I thanked him in return.
I dressed and carefully walked outside to where I had left my bike, the bright sunshine making my eyes squint. My legs were shaking and my body ached pleasantly from the onslaught it had just received. I rode home with a smile of contentment and a load of cum still dripping from my face, but nobody seemed to either notice or care as I passed them by. “As you please….” Drawled the voice, once again safely inside my head. But this time it continued, almost mockingly.
“Very interesting, my son. I foresee that we shall have fun together, you and I.” My smile grew even wider then, knowing that the old amulet seller had been right. This strange, powerful artifact was going to change my life in ways that I could never have anticipated.