A Night in Bangkok
By:
David Andrew
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Once upon a time—as the best stories used to start—actually it was 1993, I found myself in Bangkok on my own. I am married, bisexual, but deeply closeted. I’d been there many times before, but I’d always had company, family, or colleagues, never alone. So I’d never had a chance to explore the steamy sex-life I’d read so much about. In my room there was the usual pile of advertising magazines, mostly adverts for luxury goods in shopping malls and of no interest to me whatsoever. I was just about to toss the last one aside when I caught sight of a small advert, just text, insignificant really. Maybe it was the insignificance that caught my eye. Can’t remember the exact wording but it was something like “See Bangkok the way no tourist sees the city…” Reading further I found that it was for a “sex tour of the nightlife, gay or straight to choice. Just call, let me tell you what you’ll see and do…” Then I tossed it away. But I couldn’t toss away the idea, the thought of being taken to places I’d only heard about, and then only vaguely. I mean I knew perfectly well that there’s a thriving sex industry in Thailand, I knew I could easily pick up a hooker, male or female, boy or girl, but that was risky, possibly even downright dangerous. I thought, and thought some more, then decided that it couldn’t hurt to just call the number, I mean just to find out what it was all about, and maybe another time I’d consider it seriously—maybe. So I called.
A very well spoken man answered in perfect English, the first thing he asked was, “Are you interested in the straight tour? Or the gay tour?”
“Oh the gay tour…” I heard myself answer.
“Oh I’m so pleased, I much prefer to take men on the gay tour. You really will find it most enjoyable….” He introduced himself as Panit, but that might be a shortened version for tourists. “Let me tell you what you will see and experience.” And he went on to tell me. Firstly he’d pick me up at the hotel at six that evening. “I have a van that has been specially converted for pleasure. When I come to pick you up if you are not entirely satisfied you may cancel at no charge. If you decide to come on the tour the first stop will be at a small park, I’ll tell you all about that when we’re on the way. Then I’ll take you to a sex show, believe me it is not like one you have ever seen before,” he assured me. Well that was true, I’d never ‘seen’ a sex show although I’d fucked many men in the Club Baths orgy room in NYC, and there was always an audience there! “After the show I will take you to Paradise. I assume you’ve been before?” I hadn’t, nor did I know anything about it. He explained that it was a gay bathhouse, very clean, with a few interesting features that he felt sure I’d appreciate and enjoy. And after the Paradise Club he’d take me to a different park. “I can assure you you will come many times…” So now it was just a matter of ‘how much?’ $100US. Not inexpensive, but in my experience that was probably a good thing; inexpensive in Asia means tacky, unclean, unsafe, if he was used to dealing with clients who could take $100 tours then he probably was reliable, and safe. So I agreed to go. After getting off the phone I had a strange sort of feeling, for the first time I’d told someone I was gay, not bi, but gay. Don’t know why it made me feel odd, but it did.
So at six I went down the lobby, I’d hardly stepped out of the lift when a well dressed Thai man stepped up to me, “Would you be David?” he asked. I nodded. “Panit,” he said with a slight bow and a wai gesture. So with introductions done we went out to the van. It was one of the little general purpose vans that are used all over Asia for transporting everything. But unlike most which are almost derelict this one was clean and shiny black, and I noticed that the back windows were blacked out too. Panit opened the back door, I looked in. The interior had been stripped out, a decent looking mattress covered with a pristine white sheet covered the whole floor. “And in the lockers…” Panit said pointing small lockers attached up near the top on each side, “there are condoms, and lubrication, and tissues. Everything you will need I think.” Well that left no doubt in my mind, this was a fuck-mobile, but how he hoped to persuade some guy to get in I had no idea. “Are you satisfied with the arrangements?” he asked. I was, and offered to pay. “No, not now, I want you to be completely satisfied that I have delivered what I promised.” Well that came as a surprise I can tell you!
Panit opened the front passenger’s door, there were three seats, I was to be in the middle, between Panit and a very young driver who didn’t seem to speak any English. (When I saw the slim, young man I wondered if he was the one who was going to be joining me in the back, I wouldn’t have minded if he had.) So we set off, it was rush hour, it always is in Asia, our hotel was halfway between the airport and the city centre, about 10 miles out on a massive 10-lane highway. Getting into the solid bumper-to-bumper traffic was just a matter of putting the foot down and steering for a non-existent gap. Miraculously a gap opened up, somehow it always does, and we were belting along at about 70mph and about 8 inches behind the van in front. I thought the driver had done well to get into the traffic without hitting anything, but he wasn’t done, he moved into the next lane, and he did it again and again until he was fourth lane from the left (they drive on the left). After maybe five minutes I felt a bit of vibration, as though the road surface was a bit rough, but it grew gradually more noticeable, and the van started to lose power. Panit and the driver exchanged looks, then a lot of chatter. At this point the driver tried to get over to the hard shoulder, the traffic behind us switched on their horns, it wasn’t beeping, it was a long, continuous blast of sound from 40 or 50 vehicles, and then they swerved left and right to get around us on both sides which of course set off a lot more horns. The van gradually died and we drifted to a stop; silence in the van, all hell breaking lose outside. More chat. The driver tried to re-start, it coughed once or twice; he kept on cranking and cranking. Eventually I had to stop him, he was going to melt the battery or the leads. We all looked at the dials, it looked like there was gas, but the temperature gauge was either broken or the temperature was off the clock. I pointed to the gauge; they both looked glum; still the thundering herd went flying by on both sides; I was just hoping it wouldn’t be a truck that finally hit us. Panit pulled out his cell phone with a flourish, No signal. The driver didn’t have one. Silence for a while.
The engines in these little vans is right under the middle of the front passenger seat, but I was sitting on it, and there was no way that Panit was going to step out to let me move over. Luckily there was a sliding panel behind me, by moving it out of the way I was able to crawl into the back. When the driver lifted the seat the problem was obvious, everything was dripping wet, had to be a burst pipe. The three of us sat looking at the dripping engine, then Panit noticed a small garage on the far side of the motorway, that’s to say beyond two lanes of hurtling traffic, beyond the median barrier, and beyond another five lanes of traffic at least as crowded and fast moving as on our side. He spoke to the driver, clearly whatever he said did not go down well. They went at it for several minutes, I have no idea as to what the inducement was, but the driver opened his door and peered down the road. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh the cars, vans and trucks whizzed past, then the young man launched himself into the road. I watched in horror expecting to see him tossed into the air, but he paused on the dotted white line between lanes, then leapt across the next lane, paused, leaped again. And he made it to the median. Then he had to climb the guard-rail, which he did, and repeated his death-defying spurts across another five lanes. At the far side there was another railing, higher, he couldn’t get over it but headed up the road looking for a place he could get a foothold. At this stage it was just getting dark and we lost sight of him still walking.
“So while we are waiting maybe I could explain to you about Thai men…and sex.” Sounded like a subject that could take my mind right off our predicament so I nodded enthusiastically. “You see Thai girls expect a present before they will give a boy sex. No present—no sex. Even married men, must give presents to their wives. So if the boy’s family has money it is not a problem, but if he is poor he will not get sex, not at all. This is a very bad thing, but that is the way it is. So if they cannot get sex with a girl they will have sex with another boy who is not getting it with a girl either. It is not considered shameful, it is just a phase in their lives. So the park we are going to is a place where men and boys meet for sex. It is accepted, everyone knows, between 7 and 8 in the evening only men go to this park, and the police never go at that time. So when we get there I will take you to the entrance and leave you there, you can walk around quite safely, and it is only small so you will not get lost. If you see any man or boy you like you can step close, and you can touch him, down here (he clutched at his crotch), no problem. If he likes you he will touch you, down here too. Then you can do anything you both want to do, feel, suck, fuck, it’s up to the two of you, no one will interfere.” I suppose my eyes must have shown my surprise. “Don’t worry, you will see, many men and boys will be having sex, all around…”
Wow, dropping my pants in a public park? Having strangers grabbing a handful? Surrounded by other men who were sucking and fucking? And Panit talking about it as though it was the most natural thing! I was beginning wonder if I was dreaming. Meanwhile I confidently expected to see the flashing lights of a tow-truck coming up behind us, but no, instead we saw the figure of a man walking down the far side of the highway, when he got alongside us we could see that it was the driver. Again he hopped, skipped, and jumped across the lanes and climbed over median fence until, hopped and skipped again until he arrived at the van. There was a hurried conversation, then Panit translated. “They say they won’t come because it is too dangerous.” Well I was still trying to work out the implications when brilliant, blue flashing lights came up behind us.
‘So there is a God,’ I thought.
The cop appeared at the driver’s window. He was about 5’ 6”, very smartly dressed, crisp, starched uniform, with a peaked cap that went way up at the front with an enormous gold and silver badge. He was very abrupt, of course I didn’t understand a word but clearly it amounted to, “Get this thing out of here.” And that’s without even asking why we were parked in the middle of the highway. A long discussion followed. The driver looked very unhappy, he argued to no avail. Panit told me that the cop had ordered the driver to go back to the garage and tell the owner that he had to come, it was a police order. “But surely the policeman has a radio,” I said. “Can’t he call for a tow truck?” More discussion. The cop scowled at me. Panit explained that although his receiver was working he couldn’t transmit. I suggested that he, the cop, could go. No, it would not be safe to leave our van in the road, he’d have to stay with his flashing lights to prevent carnage. I grudgingly had to admit that I liked the idea of those blue lights between us and annihilation, but I couldn’t help feeling guilty, all this was because I wanted a sex tour of Bangkok! So the driver launched himself into the maelstrom again. He must have perfected his technique because he was back within 20 or 25 minutes. The cop reappeared at the door. The garage owner had said he didn’t care who ordered him to come he wasn’t going to. So there! The cop straightened himself up to his full 5’ 6”, turned on his heel and stalked stiffly back to his car. There was a wail of the siren, then he took off. I imagined we would see his lights at the garage, wrong again.
So… having nothing better to do I got into back of the van again and lifted the seat. To my surprise, and delight, I saw that the engine looked pretty dry, clearly the heat from the engine had done the trick. I reached over and turned the key, the engine spluttered into life, and then I saw the tiny jet of water so quickly switched off again. It wasn’t a burst hose, merely a tiny hole, so I asked if they had any rags, and water. Sure enough a piece of cloth was found and a couple of 2-litre bottles of water. I got the driver to bind the cloth rag around the leaking hose as tightly as he could. Of course it wouldn’t stop the leak, but it did prevent the water being sprayed around. Topped up the radiator, and off we went. Magic!
By this time we’d missed the magic in the park, but arrived at the sex show with just minutes to spare. As we walked in I saw that the small theatre was packed, but there were two empty seats right in front of the curtain, literally within touching distance. Clearly Panit had paid someone well! I looked at the audience, almost without exception Japanese, all either wearing raincoats, or with raincoats folded on their knees. And not a hand to be seen; no prizes for guessing what they were doing! The curtain was drawn back revealing just a sofa. Two young men walked in from one side, (I’ll call them One & Two, both dressed in business suits; they sat down side by side; then after a minute or so One looks sideways, their eyes meet; Two puts a hand on One’s knee; One feels Two’s nipples through his shirt, then undoes buttons and slips his hand in; Two goes for the zip, and his hand slips in. And gradually they peel each other off down to bikini underwear. Although fine looking erections were clearly visible the pants weren’t removed, for a while and I began to wonder if this was as good as it got. But no, they were finally pulled away to reveal magnificent, hard cocks, and totally hairless crotches. Now they went to work, sucking, rimming, wanking, and fucking in every position you can imagine on a sofa, and all within five feet of where we were sitting. And there was no faking the ejaculations, each in turn pulled out and shot three goodly ropes of cum into the other one’s face and chest, then licked up the gism. End of act one.
Act 2. Curtain drawn to reveal what looked like a huge photo frame, maybe eight feet square, looked like planks of wood, maybe one inch thick by six wide, mounted on a low plinth, no more than 4 inches high, with guy wires to hold it upright. A rope dangled from each of the top corners, ‘Hmmm, interesting!’ I thought. Two men in vestigial black leather outfits, each with a cat o’ nine tails dangling from his belt, ‘dragged’ a third, naked, guy from the wings as he struggled theatrically. When they got him to the frame they tied his wrists to the hanging ropes, then pulled his legs apart and secured his ankles to the bottom corners of the frame. The “victim” for clearly that was his role, had a full erection already, but the thing that struck me was that he had really small balls. The tops took turns at pumping on his cock, and twisting his nipples. He wailed pathetically clearly asking for mercy, but equally clearly he wasn’t going to get any. After a playing with his gear for a while they swung the whole frame around, the plinth must have had casters underneath because it moved easily. Now they stroked his buns, and reached underneath for his balls, but when they unhooked their whips there was a low murmur all around the theatre, and I sensed the audience lean forward.
They started on his shoulders, hard enough for the audience to hear the crack. At the first stroke there was a general gasp, but then came more, and more, and more, as they gradually worked their way down his back to his buns. At one point one top had his arms around the bottom pulling his arse cheeks apart so that the other one could get right in at the sphinctre; more gasps all around. I have been whipped, and although I wouldn’t expect most men to understand it is wildly exciting, especially when the tips of the whip connect with the sphinctre. Honestly, it is! So although it certainly looked as though this young man was suffering I suspect that he was hugely turned on. Certainly when they turned the frame again so that we could see him full frontal his cock was stiff and dripping, yes that’s how close he was to us. One of the tops pulled on his cock; the man pleaded, implored. As the other top raised his whip the crowd gasped out loud, I could almost hear the words, “Oh no, not his cock!” but that had to be my imagination. And they did whip his cock, and those little balls too. (And I’ve had my cock and balls whipped, right on the testicles, it’s even hotter than having your arse whipped, I always ended up begging for more, and harder.) He must have been turned on too because in a couple of minutes he shot an amazingly long rope of semen, some of it landing just short of my feet. And then more and more, though not so much or so far. How those little testicles produced all that gism I cannot imagine, but it was really thick and ropey.
The last act was just an orgy, eight boys on a mattress, a big one, maybe ten foot square doing everything boys can do to, and with, boys. Twos, threes, fours and more. It reminded me so strongly of the orgy room in the Club Baths in NYC, it was all I could do to refrain from joining in. When the lights came up Panit was looking at me expectantly.
“Was it good? Did you enjoy?” Of course I enthused, and being so very close to the action made it very much better than if we’d been way at the back.
*******
The van driver was waiting patiently for us. He’d found a garage and had replaced the leaking pipe so all was well again. “Next I will take you to paradise,” he said. “You said you haven’t been to the Paradise Club, believe me you will enjoy. One thing I must warn you though, come as many times as you want, but save one come for later.” I asked what he meant but he just laughed and repeated, Save one…”
From the outside it looked like a non-descript building, like thousands of others. Inside he took me up a flight of stairs, there was a cash-desk manned by a beautiful Thai gay boy, I’d have settled for fucking him right there in the lobby. Panit paid, I was given the usual locker key and a towel, then he took me up to the next level. Here there were lockers, and a small restaurant area, and a bar, and another flight of stairs. “Would you like something to eat?” Panit asked. I had other things on my mind so I declined. “I will have something, and I will be waiting for you when you are ready, but remember what I said…” And he laughed again. I found my locker, stripped, and headed up the stairs wearing the towel. Panit saw me go past and waved. “Remember!” he called.
*******
I suppose I should explain that the stairs went up on one side of the building, so as I came up the stairs the floors extended straight ahead, and to my left on each floor. On this level there was a corridor to my left, and another one further ahead also going to the left. The first corridor was lined both sides with rooms, many open doors, so I wandered along to check out what was on offer. Quite honestly it wasn’t all that tempting, a lot of beer bellies, all white tourists I’d say; quite a few weirdoes covered in tattoos, head to toe, I find that creepy; and some downright scary looking guys, long, unkempt hair, long unkempt beards, sporting metal fittings through ears, lips, tits, cocks and balls, and I don’t doubt up their rectums too. Going down the other corridor I found just two doors, behind one was a sauna, the other a steam room. I had a look in both, a few bodies in each, no action. I was beginning to wonder why Panit had brought me here, but went on up to the next level.
The layout was the same, two corridors. I went down the first, no rooms, but two black-painted doors. I took a look inside the first door and right ahead of me was a second black door, like a sort of air-lock. I went through the second door and found—well nothing, pitch black darkness. Now I could see why there was a double door! I started to feel for something solid, something to give me a sense of up and down. I moved gingerly to my right, felt the wall and moved forward with one hand touching it. When I got to what I’d call the side wall my foot touched something hard, a little investigation and I realized that it was a chair, just a cheap, plastic chair that you might find in a garden. And beside it another, and another, and these chairs were lined up side by side as I made my way forward. Inevitably I touched a warm body, felt like a shoulder, then a moment later a hand touched my hip and moved quickly to my crotch. He had a good feel of my gear, felt good to me too, so I let him draw my hips around and suck my cock into his mouth. He was a good sucker, but after a minute or two he let my cock slip out and tried to move my hips again. I didn’t know what he was trying to do, he said something in German, sounded something like ‘sitzen’, “I don’t understand,” I whispered, but why I whispered I have no idea. “Zit down…On my cock…” he said quietly. I felt for his cock, sticking straight up, bare, uncut, and leaking. I moved on. I remember stepping into something wet, and slippery, it sort of squished up between my toes. ‘Semen! Shit!’ It had to be very fresh because it was still jellied, that gave me mixed feelings, in a way it was a turn-on, I mean there was certainly sex in this dark place, but still…hmmm, couldn’t decide. And right then I bumped into a couple. I knew it was a couple by the thrusting of the hips that I touched. A hand reached out and found my bum, then went straight for my hole. Well I’ve been around the world more than a few times, and I’ve had plenty of guys finger my hole, so I let him get his finger in. He tried to get a second in, but without lube it was uncomfortable. The hand withdrew, then fingers were fondling my cock, and it was leaking, moments later the fingers went back to my hole and both slipped in. Now I was in the action and allowed myself to be pulled in close. The fucker reached under my sac and got both balls, played with them, but gently. And I found the cock and balls of the guy who was being fucked, much bigger balls than mine. The one who was doing the fucking tried to get me to move around behind him, I could feel his hand pressing against my hip as he tried to turn his arse towards me without pulling out. I already knew that the guy who was being fucked wasn’t wearing a condom, so I felt for the other cock, the one that was pistoning into the arsehole, it was naked too, That was all I needed to know and I broke away. And that’s the way it went on. Before I finally I found my way out I was felt, fingered and sucked many times as I worked my way around the room, and it was a big room, I’d guess at 25’ by 35’ or 40’, but didn’t feel a single sheathed penis.
I looked in the other door, same darkness, but a steam room. The floor was wet, and very slippery. I decided at this stage that I’d let anyone feel, and finger, and suck, and I’d suck too, but that was as far as I’d go. The very first body I encountered wanted to get his cock into me, I suppose he thought I was playing hard to get, well I was. But he was pushy and he got a good grip on my nuts and tried to force me to let him fuck me. However, I had been into BDSM for years, I actually enjoyed pulling his hands off my nuts. Having broken away I decided to get out, that took a few minutes, but once again I was back in the light.
I went further along to the second corridor, or what looked like a corridor. The light was much dimmer here, as though a section of the overhead lighting had failed. What I had taken to be another corridor wasn’t a corridor, maybe four feet back from the corner there was a wall, and a passageway to my right. I went through, the light was very much dimmer. I found myself in a passage way, maybe four feet wide. On each of the passage the walls were silky smooth, like Melamine that you might find I a kitchen. There was just enough light to see that these ‘walls’ were only about six feet high, above that was darkness. I started moving down the passage, came to a bend to the left, it wasn’t a right-angle, it was a curve, very smooth. As I went down the passage I could feel that it was getting narrower, and narrower, and the light was getting dimmer and dimmer. By the time I was in almost complete darkness I could touch both walls with the backs of my hands, the space was just a little wider than my shoulders, from then on I was in pitch darkness again. I was making my way slowly forward when my hand touched another hand going the other way. I turned and pressed my back against the wall on my right to let him get past, he seemed to sense what I’d done because he too turned his back to the other wall and kept coming. As he eased his way past our bodies slid against each other, and my very stiff cock met another equally stiff one. At this point he stopped trying to get by, he pressed his body against mine grinding our genitals against each other. We went on and on, and the only reason I didn’t come is that I find it very difficult to come if I’m standing up, don’t know why it should be, maybe it’s because I need to keep part of my mind on staying upright and that detracts from what my cock is doing. I’ve fucked many men that way, against walls, over an armchair, kitchen tables, doesn’t work for me. I need to be lying down, preferably on a soft surface like a mattress, with room enough to change position and do the job right, maybe I’ve been spoiled! Anyway, to get back to the passageway, he got more and more enthusiastic as he humped his crotch against mine, then he groaned and I felt the spurt of semen that shot straight up between our stomachs. At this juncture I realized that I didn’t have any way to clean it up, but I needed have worried because his tongue was all over my chest and stomach licking it up. He tried to get down to my cock but there simply wasn’t enough space and eventually he eased his way past and disappeared.
I moved on and very soon felt the wall I was following with my right hand curl around sharply. I was going to step around the corner when I felt a foot, not flat on the floor, but with the toes pointing downward. The foot moved at my touch, and after a moment’s thought I realized that this was a guy kneeling, but his foot wasn’t sticking out into the passage so he had to be in side branch, or as I soon discovered in an alcove, a hollow, like you see on a jigsaw piece. And of course in the hollow was another man who found my cock with his left hand. I allowed myself to be pulled in and soon fingers were probing. But I was frustrated, the guy who was being sucked had my cock, and then my balls, the one who was kneeling was sucking cock, and he had a finger up my bum, I had two hands free, but couldn’t get a hold of anything. The finger went way up, then he got a second one in, that was good too, but I wanted to feel, to suck, or be sucked. I broke away, moved on, the passage turned left and right, narrow in some places, wider in others, then I came to a branch, two passages to choose from, I went left. More twists and turns, more branches, more encounters with unseen naked men. Sucked a few cocks, felt some lovely balls, swallowed one load of cum. All good stuff, but for my inability to ejaculate when standing I could have come three of four times, well I mean that there were three or four times that I got close, but never quite blew my balls. By now they were aching beautifully, fully charged, I really, really needed relief, so when I detected a glimmer of light I made my way towards it and found myself out of the maze on the far side from where I’d gone in.
Now I wanted to find a man to fuck. I went up to the next floor, it was an open-air, rooftop bar. Very nice looking, delicious looking young Thai man behind the bar wearing a thong, silk pouch that hid nothing! He smiled engagingly. I didn’t really want a drink, but he looked so fucking tempting, and I really wanted to see him turn around. So I asked for a rum and coke, and he did turn around, and his arse was the picture perfect, brown skinned bubble butt. I could have climbed over the bar to get my tongue in there. We chatted for a while, but I found it hard to concentrate on what he was saying, all I could think of was him laid out on the mattress in the van. I asked what time he finished, he even seemed interested, but he was on till 4am, too late, my balls would have exploded before then. More in hope than expectation I checked out the rooms, nothing tempting there, I wasn’t that desperate. Still, Panit had said ‘keep one load,’ well I’d done that, didn’t know what he had in mind but I was going to go for it! So I went down stairs to find him. “Ah, are you done already?” he asked. I saw the time, it was just after midnight, I must have been in that maze for a couple of hours, no wonder my balls were aching. “How many times did you come?” he asked enthusiastically. “Twice,” I lied. Well I wasn’t going to admit to being an abject failure!
As we got back in the van I was wondering what else Panit had in mind, why had he told me to keep one shot in reserve? We were driving through nondescript streets, making turns from time to time. I had no idea where we were, nor which way we were headed.
“The place I am taking you is another place where men like to meet,” he said.
“Like the forest?”
“No, different. The forest is 6 till 7, this place is for later. It is very safe...” he assured me. I think he sensed my searching for clues as to where we might be, not that there was much chance, the only part of the city I knew was near our hotel, and down along the river. “When we get there we will drive very slowly, you can see the men, if you see anyone who you find desirable just tell me. We'll stop, I'll get out and talk to him, you stay in the van. I will arrange everything...” It struck me as the weirdest way of hooking up for sex.
“But if I stay in the van he won't be able to see me. If he can't see me he won't agree...”
“No—it's not like that. If I tell him you are European he will agree—absolutely—I assure you.” That too seemed improbable, besides, how much would he expect in return for his favours? So I asked.
“No, you must not offer him money, absolutely. If you do he will be insulted, it means you think he is a prostitute. To have sex with a European, that is sufficient. And when we find the right one you and he will get in the back and we will drive slowly around while you enjoy yourself. When you are done just tap on the glass.” As we drove on and on I was beginning to feel that this was a wild goose chase and maybe I should call it a night and ask to go back to the hotel. But I did have an ache in my balls, and one way or another I was going to have to strain off the hydraulics before I could get any sleep.
By this time we were well away from the city centre, the narrow, crowded streets had become roads, broad avenues, lined in part with trees, big building set back from the road behind wrought iron fences, little security boxes at the gates, but no lights on the buildings, no guards at the gates. This was the last place I'd expect any 'action' but still we pressed on. Eventually we came to a T-junction. Straight ahead there was a low wall and beyond that it looked like a park of some sort. In the lights of the van I could see some large stone monuments, typical Thai dragons, then we swung right. We were driving in a wide circle, curving around to the left, the park, if it was a park, was beside us on the left, on the far side of a wide gravel sidewalk. Now the lights were no longer pointing at the park so I didn't see much past the low perimeter road, and the men standing around in twos, threes, some sitting on the wall, others alone. We were now trickling along, the engine just ticking over in first gear, barely more than walking pace. Every now and again Panit would say, “How about that one? He looks nice...” After several minutes of creeping I saw a drop dead gorgeous young boy, like a teenage Audrey Hepburn, same eyes, same ears, I swear. And he was sitting alone, but I just could not bring myself to say, “Yes, that one, I want to fuck him.” It would have been like pointing at a fish in one of those fancy restaurants where the fish are swimming around in a glass tank and you choose the one you want to eat. I can't do that! Panit either didn't notice him, or had some reason to suspect that he wouldn't do probably because he looked so young. So I said nothing As near as I could judge we'd been traveling in a circle, whatever we were driving around was a big space. After maybe 15 minutes we got back to where we'd turned right and the driver paused.
“So? Did you not see anyone?” Panit asked.
“Well...” I started hesitantly, “there was one boy... But he was very young...”
“Young? No, if he is here he is not a boy, he is a man.” He seemed certain of that. “Where was he? Why didn't you say?” I mumbled some excuse and said he wasn't much further along, the driver put the van in gear and we resumed our kerb-crawl. When I saw him I was dismayed, he was now standing chatting to two other men.
'Fuck it,' I thought, time to wank and get some sleep...'
“Oh yes!” I heard Panit say. “Very nice to fuck—you have good taste.”
“But he is very young... I don't want trouble—you know with the police.” I'd heard that the police were starting to shake down tourists who picked up under-age boys and girls.
“No, there will be no trouble, he is at least 18. Thai boys, they look young to westerners... Yes, 18 or 19 even.” By now the driver had stopped right beside the three men who were chatting at the far side of the far side sidewalk. “You stay here—I will talk to him.” He got out, then turned back. “And remember you must not give him money.” He walked casually over to the three of them. I couldn't hear a word, nor would I have understood a word if I could, but after a couple of minutes the three of them turned to look at the van. There was some more chatting, then to my utter astonishment Panit and the boy headed for the van.
'OMG What the fuck am I getting into?!?!' isn't anything like strong enough to express my thoughts. Panit opened the door and gestured for me to step out. I did, in a daze, and up close the boy was every bit as stunning as I'd thought when I first seen him. Panit introduced us, cannot remember his name, names were not front and centre in my mind. He opened the door, I gestured to the boy to climb in, I followed very close behind.
“When you are ready just knock on the window...” Panit said pointing to the glass panel covered with a small curtain between the driving cab and the back of the van. “And there is no hurry,” he added with a broad smile. Almost as soon as the door closed the van started moving again, rolling along with the engine just ticking over.
Of course there was not enough headroom to stand up, so we were on our knees on the mattress facing each other. The lighting was subdued, just sort of leaking out from behind the lockers that were installed at each side just below the roof. He smiled, I was in awe. He had a single ‘diamond’ stud earring in his left ear lobe. I don’t care for earring on men, on macho men they look ridiculous, and on less than macho men it leaves me wondering. But that sparkling stud fitted his beautiful face perfectly. He was wearing a typical tropical shirt, thin cotton, buttons down the front, just loose, not tucked into jeans. I reached out and started undoing the buttons. After I'd undone the last one I eased it off his shoulders, beautiful smooth hairless chest, flat stomach, warm brown skin. I brushed the back of my hand over his tits, small like mine. “You are very beautiful...” I said. He probably didn't understand, but got he meaning because his smile really lit up his face. Very tentatively he reached for the buttons on my shirt. I leaned forward to encourage him and he quickly got it off. He touched my nips, and seemed to like the result. So next I went for his belt, then the button on the jeans. I waited to see his reaction. He did the same to me. So I slipped down his zip, his jeans slipped down his thighs, he had nothing underneath and his very erect dick popped up. He reached out for my zip then paused looking tentative. I nodded assurance, down went the zip, down went the jeans, up popped my very erect dick. We both struggled out of our jeans and then knelt up facing each other again. Now that I looked at him his body was every bit as beautiful as his face; his penis, was a good 7 inches, cut, and strong. The head had a reddish tinge, like mine would look with a suntan. I reached out and pumped it a few times.
“You are very big,” I said, emphasizing the 'big'. He understood that and blushed. Beautiful he certainly was, but there was nothing effeminate about him. He reached out for my cock, stroked it a bit, then said something, couldn’t understand it, but I gathered that he found it pleasing too. We played with each others balls for a bit. His were a bit bigger than mine, I made a point of comparing them, that seemed to please him too. His sac was a bit longer too so the testicles dangled beautifully. For a few seconds he looked thoughtful, as though he was trying to say something. Then...
“Fuck—you—I... Or—fuck I—you?” he asked. I thought it was delightful.
“Please, I fuck you? Okay?” I asked. To my delight he nodded eagerly. Now I had to rummage about in the lockers looking for the KY and condoms. Yes, Panit had told me all about the 'facilities' he'd built into the van, the where the KY was stored, and the condoms, tissues, baby-wipes etc. Now I couldn't remember any of it but I hadn't really expected to be fucking any man in the van, not really. Now it was really happening, I was going to fuck this beautiful young man. I found the condoms, KY, and some massage oil. 'Oh yessss!' I thought.
I knew that if I'd got stuck straight into him I'd have come with a couple of minutes, or less, and I wanted to enjoy his body. I patted the mattress and managed to convey to him that I wanted him to lie down on his back. I was kneeling beside his hips, perfect position to handle his gear, and suck it too. I was way out of practice so it took several attempts to take the whole length of his cock, but I did it. Still sucking on it I poured a little in on his scrotum and began massaging, sliding the testicles around in the silken sac, occasionally sliding my middle finger down behind them to feel for the sweet spot as my left hand worked his nips. He was more than willing, making little whimpering sounds as I played with his balls and pinched his nipples. After a while I reached further down beyond his balls, he lifted his hips to let me get down there. When my middle finger found his sweet spot he started twisting his hips, wriggling, easing my finger further in. But I wasn't ready to fuck him yet.
I twisted around into the 69 position, myself on top. He was more than willing, more than able, grabbed my cock and swallowed it whole. He was bloody good too. When I started to play with his balls he did the same to mine; when that seemed to go down well I started to be a bit rougher with them, he did the same to mine. This was supposed to be the way to stretch out the fuck, but the way things were going I was going to shoot my load into his mouth, did not want that, I wanted his arsehole.
I broke away and knelt up; he looked up at me expectantly. “Turn over,” I said gesturing with my hands. He got idea, rolled over and lifted his butt. I spread his cheeks, there was the pucker, sweet and pink. I got a terrific urge to put my tongue in, force it in as far as I could reach, but I didn't. Instead I got astride his legs, down by his knees. I poured a little oil in the small of his back, then started to massage. I worked his thighs, his buns and on up all the way to his shoulder blades and his neck. As I reached forward to get up to his neck my cock ploughed up the length his crease. He lifted his hips trying to get it in, but I was determined to make this last and managed to slip past the sphinctre each time, and each time I did it he laughed lightly. It was a game, what a game! I parted his cheeks again and squeezed a shot of KY on to his pucker. Next time I slid forward I slipped my thumb in as my hand went up, and slipped it in again as I came back down. He was really bucking now, and talking, pleading I suppose. By this time the one shot that I'd saved had been topped up, my balls were aching beautifully; I needed to fuck as much as he needed to be fucked. Supporting myself with my left hand I used my right hand to engage my cockhead, then with little thrusts I continued to tease him as I slipped it in and out of his ring. Now he was really getting vocal, and pushing back vigorously, then one extra push with his hips and I was in. I didn't have to do anything, just slid easily all the way in. It was warm—and tight. I felt his sphinctre clamping on my cock. I could have lain there for hours, but my balls needed relief. I started thrusting, pulling back, sometimes coming right out, then plunging in again, and he was as enthusiastic as I was. Every couple of seconds there was a slapping sound as my hips slammed into his butt. I'm sure we were rocking the van and momentarily wondered what a cop would think if he saw the van wobbling from sude ti side as ut moved slowly along. I reached under his body with both hands, he lifted his hips to let me get underneath. I found his balls, squeezed then gently. I'd have stopped if he'd objected in any way, but he didn't, so I scrambled them. When I felt my semen rising I pulled out. He looked back at me in surprise.
“Turn over...” I said urgently gesturing with my hand. He rolled over, I lifted his legs, spread them wide, then plunged in. Now the van really did rock. He was moaning, gasping, loudly, then his semen spurted out. Some hit his face, more on his chest and stomach, some on my chest; and then I shot the lot, every drop, deep in his body.
We collapsed, me lying on his chest, both breathing hard. After several minutes of silence I got off him. We both pulled on our clothes, that didn't take long, then I knocked on the glass panel. I would have loved to take him back to the hotel, even if it was just to share a shower, and maybe work some more oil into his ball sac. But the hotel security staff were always on the look out for men bringing in prostitutes. Not to say they wouldn't let them in, but the going rate was about $50, if I was going to give anyone $50 I'd rather it was this delightful young man. I told Panit how I felt.
“It will be alright if I give it to him... I can tell him that I am giving him a gift because he made my friend so happy. That way it is not payment—just a gift.” So that's what I did. As we drove away he was smiling broadly, but of course it wasn't payment for sex, just a gift—from Panit.
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On the ride back to the hotel there wasn’t much talk. I suspect that Panit could tell that I was basking in a post-coital glow. Perhaps the violent rocking of the van assured Panit that I'd been well satisfied. At the hotel he stepped out of the van to let me out. Again he apologised for the problem with the van, and that I had missed the park where men and boys met; then he asked somewhat tentatively if the rest of the tour had been up to my expectations. “Absolutely!” I reassured him as I slipped him the money. “And there’s an extra 50 for the driver for trying to get help, he deserves it.” And he did.
Posted: 05/13/2022