and joining in the golf tournaments etc. When I heard that Sean and Robert were coming I was quite pleased as they would have been easy to escape from, obviously having their own interests to satisfy. These two guys were both very heterosexual twenty-somethings who stayed together and used their flat as a base for screwing anything in a skirt. They were good at their job though and would be invaluable to have along. The addition of a forty something woman from Finance meant that escaping would be much more difficult, if at all possible.

I had to fly out on the Tuesday evening Thai International flight. I returned to my desk to organise things.

I had been a lucky guy. When I left university with my Marketing degree in my early twenties, this company had approached me as a Marketing assistant. I had been quite rapid in my promotion as I had a great interest in fashion having spent my first few years studying it before switching the course. Now, at 28, I was still young, free and gay living near London and with a substantial salary.

I had been to Thailand and enjoyed the fun there. On my second visit, I had met a really nice older German guy (I suppose he was about 38), called Peter. He had a partner who was older still (50 ish) and they ran a couple of bars/clubs which housed girls. They told me they preferred to be in the straight scene as they had less hassle from the authorities. They had a Thai manager and guys went to the bar to drink and if they liked a girl, they could pay a fee to take her away for the night or longer. They could also use the facilities at the bar where there were rooms. I had sex with Peter, and, though I usually like younger guys, he was caring and very exciting. I am normally a “bottom” so enjoyed Peter’s big cock inside, screwing me. We had sex a number of times on that visit, and the next one and his friend joined us a couple of times and also just watched us and masturbated on a couple of times too. We also picked up a couple of young Thai teens for a foursome on one occasion which made for a very exciting evening.

“Fucking women,” came the loud voice.” The answer might have been “No I wasn’t” until I realised Graham Parkinson was making a statement.

“Sorry,” I responded?

“Rebecca won’t go. Something to do with a sick kid, for fuck’s sake,” he said. “You’ll have to take Roger Green.”

He was fourth in line and an interesting guy. You might have called him a geek. He was 6 feet 4 inches tall, thin, 34, tight curly sandy hair and wore light framed glasses. He dressed very conservatively and always looked just a little out of date. He had been engaged for 5 years and met his fiancée once a week. We would all have been shocked if anyone had said they actually were having sex. Oh and by the way, I fancied him. I don’t know why so don’t ask. I can’t say I didn’t fancy Sean and Robert, because I did. What I would have given to be a fly on the wall in their apartment on a Saturday night. I had wanked off many a night thinking of the two of them sharing a girl and spraying their fertile cum on her