I should have known that the sneaky Dutchman had all the angles figured when he suckered us into betting against a myth in the Men Only back room at Cowboy's Bar in Bangkok's Patpong district. He waited until the third revolution of the happy hour clock—when we were all soused and sluggish—and then entered with a boy-built Thai. I recognized the Thai immediately as a champion bantam-weight kick boxer from the arena over by Lumpini Park. Knowing the Thai, I figured he probably was a lot closer to thirty than he was to twenty, but he wasn't much over five feet tall and was skinny as a rail. All corded sinew, though, and I'd seen him put opponents in the hospital over in the ring. He still had all of his facial features where they belonged and was quite well turned out in looks, so it's obvious he'd been able to defend himself successfully.
Those of us holding up the bar couldn't isolate—even when we revisited the issue several days later—who exactly brought up the question of whether the myth that two guys could fuck another one in the ass simultaneously was fact or fiction. But it must have been the Dutchman. He must have had it all planned before he brought the Thai kick boxer into Cowboy's.
It came down to the boys at the bar against the Dutchman. We all said it was a myth, and he asked us if we wanted to take up bets on that. Suckers that we were, we did. We even thought we'd put one over on him, when one of us had the presence of mind to stipulate that we could pick the cocks that would be buried and, that stipulated, took the time and effort to do some comparing and measuring. The Dutchman even let us check out the Thai's hole on a surface inspection, and led us into doubling the stakes when we saw there was nothing especially slack about the Thai's backdoor.
I came up second longest and thickest, so I was picked as one of the house champions. Dennis, a news agency journalist, who was a good fuck buddy of mine, got highest honors, which pleased me; we'd taken turns with each other as top and bottom, and I enjoyed either position with him.
After Dennis and I had stripped down, I was pleased to see that the Thai was showing that he thought this was all a good idea. He was all smiles and winks and lustful looks. It should have been another signal for us when he didn't seem to mind what was going on—but for all we knew, he hadn't been clued in on the plan at that point yet—or, indeed, just didn't understand English very well. We cleared a space in the center of the room and someone found a cot mattress from somewhere in the depths of Cowboy's back establishment, and we had our arena.
