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.
"Can you get me a towel?"
"No understand," she replies.
'Shit!' I pop the door a crack and mime wiping my face. She's still clueless so I let go of the door to mime toweling my other arm and...the door swings open! Here I am, standing fully naked, in front of this young Vietnamese girl. Her eyes go straight to my cock and she covers her mouth in shock. Five seconds feel like five minutes before I regain my senses and close the door.
After the door is closed, I hear her run away. I'm still standing here, naked and without a towel, and my lifeline is gone. I open the door and, as I do, I notice the towels are hanging on the wall on the other side of the door. 'Great! Lynn must think I'm a perv, now.' I dry myself off and it dawns on me that I've got another problem...I don't have a clue as to where my bedroom is.
I wrap the towel around my waist and search the house. Almost all of the doors are closed. I don't want to traumatize Lynn anymore and I can't risk opening random doors lest I walk in on the parents and have them think I'm a pervert, too. I opt for the small tea-room, which is the only open room in the house with a couch.
I have to decide between wearing the sweaty clothes I'd worn since Calgary or the towel...I decide on the towel. As I'm lying on the couch, I'm having thoughts of Lynn seeing and looking at me, naked. 'Has she ever seen a naked white-guy? Has she seen any man, besides Jericho, naked?' I can feel my cock starting to grow. 'Is she horny too? Maybe she's masturbating. Do Asian girls masturbate?'
I wake up to the sound of water boiling in a kettle...someone else is in the room. I open my eyes and see Lynn is bending over in front of me. She's wearing her homemaker clothes, again, and reaching for some tea on a lower shelf. I realize my towel has opened during the middle of the night and I'm, once again, fully exposed. I decide against covering up, worried that I might scare her off, again, so I close my eyes and pretend I'm still sleeping.
Five minutes pass and she hasn't left. 'How long does it take to make tea?' I decide to open my eyes, again, and when I do, I notice she has a hand on her shirt while checking me out. 'Is she touching her boobs?' We make eye contact; she turns red and runs out of the room. 'Great, I've scared the girl twice in two days.'
I wrap the towel around my waist and go into the hallway. When I do, I notice something I didn't seen last night...my suitcase is in a room across the hallway. After changing, I join the family for breakfast but Lynn won't look at me throughout the meal.
"Hey, man, we gonna go to a waterfall today," Jericho says as Lynn clears our dishes.
I join Jericho on the motorbike and we make our way down several increasingly smaller roads until we reach the base of a jungle hill. There are two other motorbikes at the base...one is dark-black and the other is obnoxious-pink with skull stickers. We see three other people as we approach a path beside a stream.
I had no idea Vietnamese have tattoos, but these three have enough between them to make up for it! There are two guys, both taller than Jericho, one with a short Mohawk and the other with dark-red, dyed hair. The third is a girl who looks totally wild. Her head is shaved bald, which highlights her spacer earrings and her A-cup boobs barely make an indent in her tight, black tank top. She's wearing tight, black, leather pants, which I can't imagine hiking in. More shocking to look at though, are the tattoos going up and down her arms and, presumably, over the rest of her body.
"There's the white boy! He's sexier than his pictures, Jericho," says the short, boyish girl in perfect English.
She walks up to me, goes up on her tip toes and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Then, out of nowhere, she grabs my cock through my shorts.
