Acknowledgements: oldnakeddad, editor
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I'm getting off of the bus in Ninh Hoa, a rural town one hour north of Nha Trang, in Vietnam. It's been forty-eight hours since I'd boarded my flight out of Calgary. Exhaustion isn't the worst part...my skin is soaking in sweat and I need to get out of my clothes. How can the locals be wearing jeans?
I look for my host family at the bus stop, but they find me, first, most likely because I'm the only six-foot tall white guy exiting the bus. A fifty-five year old Vietnamese man, his wife and their nineteen year old son approach me.
"Hey, man! You, Matt?" the son says in broken English.
"Hi, you must be Jericho."
Apparently, the son is a big WWE fan from which he borrowed his English name.
"Yes, and these parents, Dang and Phoung. They no speak English," Jericho says as he looks back and forth between his parents and me.
I nod and smile at the parents who simply give me a blank expression.
"Come on, we go motorbike, now."
We approach the parking lot to see hundreds of so-called motorbikes (Canadians call them scooters). I've never been on a scooter before, but I figure this will be the first of many firsts during my overseas teaching job. I have no idea what we're going to do with my suitcase, but, after we find his bright, yellow bike, Jericho sits down with the giant suitcase on his lap.
"Come on, man, you sit behind me," he says so I hop on the back of the bike.
I'm not sure what to do with my hands, but Jericho grabs them and puts them on his hips. This is the first time I actually notice our size difference...his frame has to be half the size of mine. I can't believe he's only five years younger than I.
The moto-trip takes half of an hour, driving through winding and overcrowded roads, with Jericho and me on his sporty yellow bike. His parents are behind us on a clunker, which I'm surprised still runs. We pull onto a gravel driveway leading to a country house in the middle of a rice paddy. After we arrive at the house, a young woman comes to greet us. My legs are so sore I can barely get off of the bike! I'm no longer only sweaty, but now dusty, too, from the drive.
"This my wife, Lynn. She nineteen, too," Jericho says while handing her my suitcase.
Lynn is also petite, coming up to my chest. She's wearing Vietnamese homemaker clothes, which look like flowery, thin pajamas. She has beautiful, straight, dark hair which flows down to her waist. I can tell, immediately, she isn't wearing a bra as the outline of her nipples clearly stands out against the fabric of her thin shirt. I'm surprised by how well-endowed she is for an Asian girl...C-cups but still perky.
As we go into the house, I see a feast sitting out in the living room. I want nothing more than to shower and sleep, but I know I have to be polite to my hosts so we sit down to eat delicious local food including pho, fish, and oyster salad. Throughout the lunch, I learn Jericho is the only one who speaks English.
"Parents mostly out play cards, I busy school," he says.
I explain that my teaching job isn't to start for another week.
"I show you the sights, man, no worry."
Eating is a challenge as I have to do my best to keep my eyes off of Lynn. Every time she moves, her boobs jiggle under her thin shirt and I feel my cock stir, but I have to be a polite guest so I stay focused on Jericho. I'm surprised at how beautiful she is compared to Jericho, who seems small and average.
As the lunch wears on, I can feel my eyes getting heavy, the jetlag is starting to catch up to me. The next thing I know, I'm opening my eyes and its dark outside...I must've passed out on the couch. The food has been cleared but there's nobody in sight so I get up and start walking around. Lynn must hear me because her bedroom door opens and she steps out. She's changed into a white T-shirt and thin blue shorts. The hallway light allows me to slightly make out the dark color of her perky nipples and I have to force myself to make eye-contact.
"Where's Jericho?" I ask her.
"Jericho, go," she points to the front door.
"I need a shower."
Lynn just stares at me. 'Great! I'm stuck here without a translator.' I mime the action of taking a shower, Lynn giggles at me then waves me along. The bathroom is a tiled room with a toilet in the middle and a shower head at the end. I close the door, strip down and notice the heat and humidity has had at least one positive effect!
I've never seen my flaccid cock look this big! My boy is hanging down, at least, six inches and my balls nearly as far. I admire myself in the mirror because it looks disproportionately large against my tall, but lanky, body. I take, what feels to be, the best shower of my life, despite the facilities. After I finish, I feel refreshed and cool for a change. That is, until I notice one important thing...there are no towels in the room.
"Lynn!" I yell and hear her scamper to the door.
