I arrived in Bangkok a few days before New Year's Eve and was fortunate to find a hotel. We (my travelling companion and I) took a taxi from the airport and got two air-conditioned rooms in the Rose Hotel off Suriwongse Road in the world-famous (or should I say infamous) red-light district called Patpong. We had come in on a evening flight and after riding in the taxi for an hour, we were hot and sticky. She said she was tired and went right to her room and went to sleep. No complaints here! I showered, cleaned up and was out on the town before midnight. It was my third trip to Bangkok and so I knew the city pretty well. Certain parts of it anyway, and Patpong was one of them. I recalled having a good time at a bar called Galaxy Boy before, so I went there first and with little trouble found the small street off Suriwongse Road. On my way I walked around Patpong One and Two, two streets that run parallel between Suriwongse and Silom Roads.
Had I been born a straight man, I suppose I would have been enticed by the names of the brothels there: Pussy Palace, Pussy Galore, Missy Pussy, etc. (I wonder if they represent some kind of common theme... I don't know. Maybe pussy?) Anyway, I passed them by as girls called out in broken English, "Umm, me want to suck you big cock. Umm, me do it good for you." As talented as I'm sure they were, I passed them by and walked into Galaxy Boy on Soi Ton Po. The manager (whose English was fairly good) invited me to sit on one of many couches facing the stage and told me that a waiter would soon be by to take my drink order. Sure enough, I had been sitting all of about 30 seconds when a nice-looking Thai boy of about 20 came by to take my order.
"A gin and tonic," I said, "with a twist of lime."
"No problem!" was his response with a classic Thai smile. "Right away, sir."
A few minutes later my drink arrived, but not before I had had a chance to look at my surroundings. A few farang (foreign, not Thai) customers were behind me, but all along the wall were about 30 boys sitting in black spandex bikini briefs and a few were dancing on the stage directly ahead. They ranged in age from I would guess thirteen to eighteen and were all looking at me and smiling, talking and giggling amongst themselves. Soon the manager came by and asked me who I thought was cute.
Well, about 99.9% of them, I thought to myself, but played it cool and caught him off guard by asking him which ones he liked. He smiled (one of those smiles that can mean either, "How witty!" or "Fuck off!") and said that he would like to introduce me to the boy(s) of my choice for a mere 4,000 baht (US$160). Drinks and "services" were extra. Now it was my turn to return the smile and say, "This is not my first trip to Bangkok. If I'm feeling generous, I may offer 500 baht for my drinks, the boy and a short time room." He said something in bullet-fast Thai which could probably be translated as "Fuck off, dick!", but I held my stare. He grumbled something about losing money on me, but then agreed to my price as I pretended to gather my things to go.
"OK, OK," he said quickly, "Who do you like?"
I looked up and down the row and said I wanted a minute to make my choice. Boys like this were too fine to rush such an important decision. I motioned for him to leave and he did. Two boys caught my eye. One was looking directly at me and smiling. He had big eyes and a cute short hair cut. He was wearing grey and white biking shorts and nothing else. Not bad, I thought, but then I was distracted by a glance from a boy a few seats away from the first. He had a beautiful complexion and jet black hair with wisps of red He wore a small gold chain around his neck. He sported black bikinis like most of the boys and smiled at me before turning away shyly and then stealing another glance.
From across the room, I could see how fresh and young and inviting he was and the beautiful pearly white teeth that shone from his smile aided me in my decision. "Have you decided?" The manager was back. I told him I had and that I had a desire to speak to the beautiful boy wearing the chain. He called his name and the boy looked at me and smiled again. The manager asked him if I was OK and with a quick nod of his head he got up and came over to sit down beside me. Apparently this bar allows the boys to OK their customers before being selected. I asked the manager about this and he told me that the boys can say at anytime if they have a bad feeling about a particular customer and will not be forced into doing something against their will. Pleased with the Amnesty International-style prostitution available at this certain establishment, I thanked the manager, paid my 500 baht (US$20) and had them bring the boy what he wanted to drink: orange juice.
"My name is Lek," he said in English. "Can you speak Thai? My English not so good."
I told him my name and said that yes, I could speak a little Thai, but I would prefer to use English since he spoke so well. He blushed and thanked me and then asked what I was doing in Bangkok: business or pleasure. He gingerly put his hand on my knee and smiled up at me.
"I'm in the pleasure business," I told him. "Namely my own." But he didn't understand which was just as well. We made small talk and we both became comfortable. He said he was from Si Saket province in the north-eastern part of the country. He had studied English in junior high school there and had come to Bangkok looking for work 2 months before. Apparently he had found it. "You want go upstairs now?" he asked innocently. "I give good massage."
"What a wonderful idea," I told him and followed him through a door and up the stairs to the second level. He led me to a room with a stereo, a TV, a VCR and a nice sized, well-made bed with clean sheets. He said to take off my shoes and get comfortable as he would be right back. I sat back and had a cigarette. About a minute later he came in carrying a few condoms and a small tube of lubricant. He smiled and said, "For later," as he put them on the nightstand. He asked me what I liked and I said, "Looking at your beautiful body." Again the smile. And then he took my cigarette, had one drag and put it out. He surprised me by jumping up on my lap, straddling me, and then gave me a kiss.
"You smell nice," he said. And then he kissed me again. I kissed him back as I ran my hands over his silky smooth, hairless torso and legs. I felt muscles in him I didn't know he had. He startled me with his aggressiveness and pushed me back on the bed and took off the T-shirt I was wearing. His chest brushed against my nipples and sent shivers through me. I reached down and caressed his firm ass through the lycra shorts he had on. He apparently took this as a sign and lifted up, showing me the hard-on that was begging to get out of those tight shorts. He undid my belt and had a bit of trouble with the first button-fly on my Levi's. Having overcome that obstacle, he unzipped my jeans and took them off for me, and then my socks, one by one. The socks he put on the floor, but he hung my pants on a hook on the wall. He turned and smiled again, making sure I took notice of the throbbing member in his shorts.
"Turn around for me. I want to get a good look at you," I told him. He raised his arms above in a graceful sweeping gesture and folded them behind his neck as he made his slow, deliberate turn. His body was completely hairless and had the sheen of fine silk satin. "You are absolutely precious," I told him. I'm not sure he understood that word, but he thanked me with a playful kiss, gently biting my lip. By this time I was so turned on that I could have cum without even removing my boxer shorts, but I controlled myself and took my time. He looked me right in the eyes and without breaking the stare removed his briefs, stepping out of them one leg at a time. His hard-on smacked against his smooth stomach and I was surprised by its size for his small frame. Standing there arms crossed with a "come and get it" look on his face, he motioned with his head for me to stand up and I did.
He rubbed his hands over my chest and licked at my nipples before sliding his tongue slowly down my chest to the elastic band of my shorts. He gently pulled them out and then down to the floor as he licked my balls and shaft. I sat down on the edge of the bed and he went to work on my cock, taking the full length down his throat. My head was spinning as I looked down at this beautiful teenage boy diligently blowing me for all he was worth. His hands caressed my balls and he worked his tongue and eager mouth on me for a few minutes. When I felt the warning signs of orgasm, I pulled him off of me and laid down on the bed. He took his place next to me and I took his rock-hard cock in my hands.
He closed his eyes as I slowly jacked his boy dick in a gentle fashion. I knew that I had to taste this beautiful morsel of a boy and I straddled him while pulling on his firm nipples. I bent down and took him in my mouth. I heard him moan and felt him raise his hips to feed me all he had to give. His semi-thick 5 1/2" cock pulsed in my mouth and I moved to his balls, not wanting him to come too fast. I rolled over pulling him on top of me as I positioned my cock between his legs. We kissed for a while in this position, my hands caressing every inch of his beautiful frame.
"You fuck me now?" he asked innocently. "I like that," he announced with a frankness that shocked me.
"Yeah," I moaned as he slid off me to gather some necessaries from the nightstand.
"You use condom?" he asked.
"Yes, I do," I answered. He selected one of the silver packages, tore it open and expertly slid it down my shaft. He then applied a liberal dose of K-Y first to my dick and then to his ass. He laid down on his back on the bed and after positioning his head on a pillow, raised his legs and beckoned me to him. He guided me in with one hand and I gasped as I felt my cock slide past the tight anal rim. He sucked in air through clenched teeth and pulled he to him, forcing my cock all the way into his tight ass. I took a few short thrusts and asked if I was hurting him. He answered no with a shake of his head and reached up around my neck to pull me down on top of him. I fucked him like that gently for a few minutes, kissing him and biting on his ears and neck. He squirmed beneath me and moaned. I felt his hard-on pressing into my stomach and felt that I should give it some attention too.
I pulled out, turned him around and mounted him from behind in a single quick motion. He gasped and pushed his ass back to meet my deep thrusts. I was in him to the balls and I enjoyed looking down watching my cock penetrate his ass. I reached around his tiny waist and began to stroke his throbbing cock. His whole body tensed and his moaning was surely heard beyond the confines of our room. He preferred his own rhythm to mine and moved my hand aside as he jacked his pre-cum dripping prick. In my excitement I slipped out of his ass and he quickly turned over, lifted his legs and pulled me back on top of him. This time I didn't need his hand to guide me. My cock knew where it belonged. He continued jacking his own cock as I really got into the fuck and pounded his ass with hard, fast strokes.
One hand shot up behind me, grabbed my hair and pulled me to his face. He kissed me furiously as groans came from us both. His whole body tensed again and I felt his hot cum shoot all over my stomach and chest. His orgasm caused his ass to tighten and relax deliciously with each shot of his load. The combination of his tight ass, his beautiful face contorted with pleasure and the way he dug his nails into my back brought me to a fantastic, shuddering orgasm that sent ripples of pleasure through my cock, up and down my spine and to the tips of my fingers and toes. I came in what felt like tidal waves beneath a full moon and then collapsed on top of him in exhaustion. As we lay there panting, we kissed gently, lingering on the shimmers of pleasure that still rocked our bodies. I rolled over and he took off my condom, put it in the trash, wiped us clean and then curled up next to me on the bed. We shared a cigarette and fatigue began to set in. I remembered where I was and told him that I had to go soon. He led me into the shower, washed me, dried me off with a big, fluffy towel, and then helped me into my clothes. I tipped him 500 baht (US$20) and told him that he was too much fun. He smiled and asked me to come back and see him again the following night. I said that I would and kissed him goodbye before returning to my hotel.
The following night I was planning on meeting an old friend of mine on vacation at the same time at a gay restaurant called Telephone on Soi Jaruwan. I went there twice, once at six alone, and then again at eight with my female travelling companion, Terri. My friend Shane was no where to be found. It's always so hard to meet people in foreign countries. No one ever seems to be where they're supposed to be on time. Nonetheless, Terri and I had a fine Thai dinner and then relaxed with an after-dinner drink and a cigarette. She left at ten to go meet some of her friends at their hotel and I went browsing through the streets of Patpong looking at all the small shops and wading through the crowds.
About 11:00 pm I went to Galaxy Boy and was greeted by the manager with a knowing smile. Lek saw me and ran over, giving me a kiss and leading me to a sofa. We made small talk and ordered drinks before I asked him what he wanted to do tonight. He appeared puzzled and I clarified by asking whether he would prefer to stay here or go with me back to my hotel. He responded with a quick kiss and then left to go put on some clothes. I sat back and waited, enjoyed watching the boys dancing on stage and savored my drink. Lek returned in a few minutes. We finished the drinks, I paid the modest bill and we left hand-in-hand out into the Bangkok night. He asked where I was staying and I told him the Rose Hotel. He smiled and said that he had been there once before. We got to the hotel and he marched right up to the front desk, asked for my key and we took the elevator to my second floor room. I called room service and had them bring up a couple of Sprites. While we were waiting for them to come, I told him that I wanted to take a shower and gave him 30 baht to give to the busboy for the drinks. I took a nice hot shower and when I came out, he was wearing a black G-string and my baseball cap that I had left on the nightstand.
God, was he ever cute. I think he got the response he wanted from my bulging eyes and then gave my cock a gentle tug through the towel and went to take a shower of his own. He came out a bit later wearing just a towel and sat by me on the bed. I flipped on the TV for background noise and selected MTV Asia. I ran my fingers through his hair and he asked what I was doing in Bangkok. I told him it was just a vacation and then he asked what I did for a job. "I teach English as a Foreign Language to high school kids in Japan," I told him. He said I didn't look old enough to be a teacher, how old was I?
"Twenty-four," I told him.
"You not look 24." I assured him that I was. "How old I look?" he asked.
"I don't know, maybe seventeen, eighteen," I told him.
He laughed and said, "No, I am 14. You 24, me 14. Nice, yes?"
At this point I was out of my mind. Sitting next to me in my hotel room was a half-naked fourteen year old Thai boy completely willing and able to do whatever I asked of him.
"You didn't tell me you were fourteen last night," I told him.
"You not ask my age last night," was his response. And he had me there.
He seemed completely comfortable with our position and I remembered that I was indeed back in Thailand, a country that did not practice ageism or have any Judeo-Christian hangups about gay relationships. They were such an integral part of Thai culture that the Thai language did not have a derogatory word meaning "faggot" or "queer" for thousands of years until one was introduced by the influx of Western tourists in the early 1980's. I'm sure I was drifting in thought and I probably offended him by my silence.
"We have fun last night, yes?" he asked. "You not want fuck me more?"
I found it impossible to resist an invitation like that and I smiled and kissed him on the lips. We both knew what we wanted tonight and towels flew as I nuzzled up against him. We were both fully hard quickly and managed a few tugs and pulls on each other's cock before he maneuvered into a 69 position. I could still smell the soap on his body as I licked between his hairless thighs and sucked his balls and pulsing dick. He tried to take too much of my prick at first and choked. I suppose all young boys have little self-control and get excited easily. Lek sure did. But then he backed off and swallowed me in slow even strokes, jacking my shaft at the same time. It wasn't too long before he began to squirm again and I felt his balls contract in my mouth as he prepared to cum. I cooled him off by licking along his inner thighs and then he jumped up and said, "Now. I want you fuck me now."
I reached for my night bag full of condoms and K-Y. I fished one out, handed it to him and he suited me up. He started to lube us up when I took the tube from him, turned him over on his stomach and took control. I applied a generous amount to my cock and then smoothed some around his tight rosebud of an asshole. As I touched his hole, he tried to get up, but I held him down gently and laid on top on him with my cock in the crack of his ass. I grabbed his hands and stretched his arms out to his sides while nibbling on his ears and sliding my dick between his cheeks. Then without warning, I mounted the boy and he let out a scream I couldn't muffle completely. I sank all the way in and began relentlessly fucking his hot, tight ass.
He began moaning and mumbling in Thai, grasping my fingers tightly as I held his hands. I kept fucking harder and harder, faster and faster. His moaning increased in volume and I was happy the TV was on to mask the noise. I moved my hands down to his hips and lifted him up, giving me access to his cock. I jacked him off with a fury as I continued to pound his ass. I about 15 seconds he screamed and came, covering the bed with spurt after spurt of hot boy cum. I let go of his cock, pushed him back down flat and reached around his body, pinning him to the bed.
Harder and faster I fucked him, making him claw the sheets until I came like thunder deep in his ass. I was dizzy and I began to pull out when his legs came up from behind and pushed me into his hot, juicy fourteen year old ass one last time. We were totally exhausted and I think he fell asleep for a few minutes until he was awakened by my sliding my still hard cock from his ass. I took the condom off this time, cleaned us with a towel and then gathered him into my arms. What a sight he was. A look of total satisfaction covered his sweaty face and I kissed him on the lips. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2:00 am. He stayed a bit longer, we had the Sprites I had ordered earlier and he said he had to get back to the bar. He, like many of the other boys, lived there on the third floor and he had to get back before the bar closed at 3:00 am. I tipped him the same amount, 500 baht. He smiled, bowed politely and gathered his clothes. I didn't make it back to Galaxy Boy again during that trip, but I will not soon forget Lek and the passive/aggressive line that he liked to walk. I locked the door behind him as he left and told him, "Chok dee, naa khrap," in Thai, meaning "Good Luck!"
New Year's Eve finally came and I was anxiously awaiting all of the wonderful shows that I had heard about from a friend in Japan who used to live in Bangkok. I began my evening early and went with Terri and some other teachers to the Hard Rock Cafe in Siam Square. We had a leisurely dinner and a few drinks. I bought the typical tourist stuff like a denim jacket, a T-shirt and a pin. Gotta love Visa! As 9:30 pm approached, I told my friends that I had to meet someone in the city (not a total lie) and took a taxi to the front of the Tawana Ramada Hotel in the heart of Patpong. I paid the fare and then walked down Soi Tantawan to the Super-Lex Bar, home of the supposedly incredible shower and live sex shows.
The place was packed as I sat down at about 10:00 pm. First a drag show (boring), then a magic/illusion show (not bad, but not what I came for), and then finally the shower show began at 11:15 pm. Two rather cute Thai boys with swimmer's builds came into a large, glass shower to the right of the stage. They looked to be about twenty years old, but judging from my experience last night with Lek, your guess is as good as mine. They hung their towels on a hook, turned on the water and bathed each other for about 15 minutes. This was not meant to be a sex show, just an appetizer. Nice while it lasted, but then another drag routine began and I took my leave. I turned left on to Soi Anumara Chathon, passed a bar called the Super-A and went in to the Golden Cock around the corner. Big mistake. Dirty, gross, seedy, and to top it off, on stage were a group of drag queens getting teary-eyed as their trophies for 1994 were handed out. I was hit on by two very persistent hustlers, who did not want to take no for an answer. As I managed to sneak out, I noticed it was 11:45 pm and that the clock was ticking. I wandered back towards the Super-A and looked inside.
Good music, clean and on stage were lovely young boys in bikinis dancing to the rave beat. I walked in and was escorted to a couch by a group of 4 boys, all very tasty, and they took my drink order. Just a Coke this time though. Boys walked by, (about 15 of them) introduced themselves, and if they sensed I was interested, took a seat on the couch or in a chair in front of me. All of them spoke a fair amount of English, certainly enough to get their point across and did their best to make conversation with me. Most of the boys seemed to be in the fifteen to eighteen age range and all had on different styles of bikinis, leather jackets, Jockeys, etc.
"I could live here," I thought to myself. They were all lean, but not skinny. Tight bodies, every last one. It was all very, very Bangkok. And I was getting very, very horny.
"You can take boy for 250 baht, sir," said one of them. "Drink 150 baht, room 150 baht, same-same."
"Tonight have fucking show. Very good for you. Nice show," said another.
Not all bars in Bangkok have the same prices and some will up the price if you can't speak English or Thai. I'm sure many a poor German has paid outrageous amounts for the "services" of Thai boys. And the bar owners are out to make all they can. The boys earn 100 baht per customer (US$4) regardless of how much the customer pays to the bar. Of course, they keep their own tips.
I was startled by a huge bang coming from the street outside. Semi-naked boys were running around screaming, "Happy New Year!" and took turns kissing me and each other to welcome in 1995.
After the festivities settled down, the boys began their routine of asking my name, where I was from, how long I was in town, etc. Then one who was sitting to my left said, "My name is Noom. I want go with you tonight. We go, yes? We make good luck, New Year." Noom had a smooth way about him and when he sensed my hesitation he said, "I OK. I 18 years old. You look my ID?"
"No, that's OK," I said, not really wanting to press it. He had a cute bob cut, muscular legs and a lovely ass that stretched the seams of his white briefs. "Yeah, why not," I said. "Let's go. I'm staying at the Rose."
"I be back quick," he said and disappeared behind a door next to the stage.
The other boys, realizing that I had made my decision, nodded and left. I paid the bill and was waiting for Noom's return when I noticed a boy sitting on a stool at the bar across the room. He wore a black leather baseball cap and a white half-shirt with black bikinis. He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen and he had a curious expression on his face that made him all the more sexy. He was different from the other boys and looked kind of like one of my students back in Japan. I was mesmerized. I could do nothing but stare. And then he smiled.
"OK, let's go!"
"Huh?" I said, startled. It was Noom, dressed in a pair of jeans, a T-shirt and an oversized vest.
"I ready now. Let's go!" he repeated.
"Oh, yeah," I said, sorry that I had been to hasty in my decision. I walked out the door with Noom, still glancing around trying to find the boy who had disappeared from his seat by the bar. Then we were out in the street and Noom took my hand as we walked the five minute trip back to my hotel. We crossed Suriwongse Road and walked into the Rose's lobby. I asked Noom to wait a second and I went up to the counter to get the key. The male front desk clerk looked over my shoulder towards Noom. He had apparently see us walk in together. He smiled a knowing smile and said, "Have a good night, sir. Happy New Year!" Happy New Year, indeed.
We rode the elevator up in silence and I unlocked the door to room 203. Noom went in first and asked for some water. Bangkok hotels provide bottled water free of charge to their guests and I told him to help himself. We had a cigarette and he talked a bit, but I was distracted, still thinking about the other boy I had seen at the Super-A.
"You take shower, yes?" he asked.
I nodded my head and went to wash the Bangkok grime off my body. The hot water felt especially good after my trip to the Golden Cock with it's odd odor and questionable clientele. I dried off and opened the door to find Noom in the same chair, sipping the water from a short glass.
"I take shower, too," Noom announced.
"By all means," I told him. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
He came out in about five minutes, hair still dripping. "Feel good," he told me. I moved to the bed and he joined me there. He smelled fresh from the shower and looked at me with his deep, dark eyes. I reached around him, pulling him to me and we kissed. He was older and more experienced than the other boys I had been with and preferred to take control. I laid back and let him have his way. He kissed my neck and then moved down in a beeline to my towel. He unwrapped me and lifted me up to throw it aside. After quickly removing his own, he bent down towards my crotch and kissed and licked along my inner thighs before taking my cock in his mouth. He sucked me reasonably well and when he came up for air, I switched positions and had the chance to see his cock for the first time. It was about 7" long and had slightly less than average thickness. He groaned lightly as I teased his cockhead with my tongue. I took him into my mouth and worked his shaft with my fist at the same time. After I tired of that, I moved to kiss him when he spoke.
"I fuck you now?" he said.
"Uhh... no. How about I fuck you?" I countered.
Noom looked away for a second and then hesitatingly said, "Umm, OK. You have condom?"
"Of course I do," I told him.
I took out a Trojan Plus, rolled it on and applied a generous coat of KY. I handed the tube to him and he took care of the rest. He seemed a bit unsure about positions so I turned him over doggy-style and put my cockhead against his hole. I reached around and found his cock still fully hard. Taking this as a good sign, I slowly entered him, inch by inch, until my balls were resting against his ass. I began with slow, smooth thrusts and asked if he was OK. He didn't answer verbally, but nodded his head. I grabbed him by the hips and continued fucking him, making sure to be gentle. He was really tight and obviously not used to being a bottom. He was concentrating as he jacked himself off at a ferocious pace. Soon he came with a grunt on his own towel. After a few more minutes, he pulled away and said he couldn't take anymore. Would it be OK if he gave me a hand job instead.
I was a bit disappointed, but agreed, not wanting to hurt him by fucking him anymore. He snapped off the condom and put some KY on his hand. I laid back against the bed, propped my head under a feather pillow and let him go to work. Although I had enjoyed fucking him, his hand was amazing. He kissed me as I approached orgasm and massaged my balls as I came. He wiped me off with my towel and then went to rinse off. He came back after a few minutes and said he was sorry he couldn't handle being fucked for very long. He had always been a top before and he was nervous to boot. No problem, I told him and gave him a kiss. He smiled and looked relieved. I was tired and he said he had to get back to go to a party. "OK," I told him. "Maybe I'll see you sometime again." While he was getting dressed, I gave him the usual 500 baht tip which he accepted with a smile.
"Take care," he told me as he left. "And Happy New Year!"
On New Year's Day I decided I needed to try something new. A different bar, a different place, something. I began my evening at the Twilight Bar on Surawongse Road, just two blocks from my hotel. I was a bit surprised at the 300 baht ($12) cover charge for the show. I had never paid a cover charge before in Bangkok. But a sign was posted, so I handed over my money and went inside. I was led to a seat at the bar by a middle aged drag queen, obviously the manager of the club.
I ordered a Bacardi and coke and turned my eyes to the show. About thirty bikini-clad boys in their late teens to early twenties were dancing in shifts of five on stage. They all had numbers pinned to their shorts. The bartender told me that if I liked a certain boy, to tell him his number and he would be sent over to my seat. Unfortunately, no one really caught my eye. Most were just average looking Thai boys with average bodies. What I wanted tonight was something extraordinary. Sitting next to me at the bar was an Australian in his late twenties. I introduced myself and he said his name was Scott. He was a flight attendant and had been on a layover in Bangkok for 72 hours. He was flying off to Germany in the morning and wanted to have one last night of fun. We talked for a bit and he told me he had lived in Tokyo for a while a few years ago teaching English like me. It's a small world. We agreed to go bar hopping and left our drinks and the boring Twilight Bar behind. He said he had been to a place called Tawan a few months ago on Soi Tantawan opposite the Ramada Hotel. We headed off for there and found it without any difficulty. The bar was small, but the guys on stage were not.
This was obviously a muscle boy go-go bar. I was a bit disappointed, but the night was early so we sat down for a drink. I had another rum and coke. He ordered a Singha beer. The guys on stage were flexing their very well developed muscles and some were even curling dumbbells much to the pleasure of a group of Chinese queens. Granted I like a nice toned body, but this was too much. I expressed my feelings to Scott and he said no one hear really struck his fancy either. Did I know another bar? (Bangkok is home to about 400 gay bars.) "Sure I do," I told him and described the scene of the Super-A where I had been the night before. He seemed a bit skeptical, but swallowed the last of his beer and stood to leave.
We arrived at the Super-A and could hear the music outside. A young boy opened the door and Scott looked inside and stared in disbelief. "Why didn't we come here first?" he asked. I didn't bother to answer. Scott and I were escorted to a table between a set of small couches to the right of the stage. A few of the boys recognized me from last night and smiled. Noom appeared from around the corner and sat down beside me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. We chatted for a bit and I introduced him to Scott, hoping he would take him off my hands. No such luck. Scott was busy fondling and talking to a really pretty boy in a baseball cap and overalls. I was shocked to see his hand through the boy's zipper, apparently fondling his dick. As I turned away, I caught a flash of black hat. It was the same beautiful boy from last night, but now he was wearing a tight-fitting plaid crop top and tight white briefs rolled down to show his navel. I was speechless.
Noom read my mind and said, "You like him? His name 'Ex'. He my friend. You want talk him?"
"Uh, huh," was all I could get out. I took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I want."
Noom called him over and after a brief exchange in Thai, the beautiful boy sat down next to me. "My name is Chatchai," he told me in perfect English. "But my nickname is 'Ex.' What is your name?" I was in shock, but I managed to spit out my name. We talked for a few minutes and he told me he had been working at the bar for two weeks to earn money for school. He was a student at a technical college in Bangkok studying English conversation and computer science. Hence his impressive language skills. I told him that I lived in Japan and that this was my third trip to Thailand, but I had never seen a more beautiful boy anywhere in the world. He blushed and said in Thai, "Paak waan," which means "you say nice things." We talked a bit more and then Scott told me he was going to take advantage of the 150 baht rooms the bar had upstairs. I told him to take his time. I looked Chatchai in the eyes and asked how old he was.
"Well, how old do you think I am?" was his response.
"I dunno. Maybe sixteen?" I guessed from his looks.
"Close," he told me. "I'll be 18 in June. I'm 17 now."
"Works for me," I told him.
"Come again?" he asked. Obviously he was being trained in British English. If that's his only flaw, I thought, I'll take him. Long live the Queen.
When I didn't answer, he changed his strategy. "What are you doing tonight?" he asked. I told him I had to wait for Scott to come down and then I was free. "I'm free too," he said with a smile. "Maybe we could go somewhere together?"
The lights went down and new music came on. Obviously show time was about to begin. "You won't be able to see too well from here," Chatchai told me. "Let's move over to the bar." He carried our drinks to the new seats and I sat down on a stool. He stood between my legs and pulled my arms around him. "There's a fucking show tonight -- every night actually." A nice looking boy of about 20 came out on stage and began massaging his cock through tight bikinis. Not a bad start, I thought to myself. But it was to get much better. He soon removed his shorts letting his cock spring up and bounce in the air. He jacked it a bit and then a pretty boy with long hair came out in a robe to join him. The boy took off his own robe facing away from the stage, revealing a beautiful set of buns. The older boy sat on the floor in the middle of the stage and produced a condom and some type of lube which he applied to himself.
The younger boy, I guessed to be of about sixteen or so, straddled the other and sat down on his cock, driving it in to the hilt. He bounced up and down for a few minutes and then got up. Turning sideways so we could get a full view, he got down on all fours. The older boy wasted no time in getting behind him and began to fuck him fast and hard. The shocks from the thrusts were so intense that I could see ripples of flesh jiggling in the younger boy's side and heard flesh smack against flesh. I was beside myself and was unimaginably horny watching this while holding Chatchai in my arms.
At last the younger boy came with a loud moan followed by a look of intense pleasure from the older boy as he came in his ass. Stage lights went down and there was a big round of applause from all around. The regular lights came back on and I was a bit embarrassed sitting there with a raging hard-on in my pants. Chatchai turned around, pushing his own hard-on against my leg and said, "Cool show, huh? I like the fucking show." And then with a giggle, "I like fucking, too."
Scott came downstairs about 15 minutes later and looked very happy. Apparently he had thoroughly enjoyed his new friend. The boy by his side was smiling too and they were holding hands. I told Scott of my plans with Chatchai and he smiled in obvious approval. Chatchai excused himself and went off to change clothes. Scott said he was tired and was going to buy some fruit (I thought that's what he had just finished doing) at the market and then go back to his hotel. I paid my bill, gathered my things and left hand-in-hand with Chatchai. We said to goodbye to Scott in the street and he went off in the opposite direction.
We headed up towards Surawongse Road and found it absolutely teeming with people. Making our way through the crowds to Patpong 1 & 2, we did a bit of shopping for faux designer T-shirts, bootlegged music tapes and import cigarettes. It was getting to be close to midnight when I suggested we stop for a drink. Chatchai just wanted a Coke. I took a really long look at him and he just smiled. He was wearing the same plaid half-shirt, but had put on some tight white hip-huggers and black shoes. I could see his smooth stomach and the trace of a treasure trail above his belt. He was a vision.
"Don't you want something to drink, too?" he asked. "It's still pretty warm outside." I agreed that it was warm and would like to cool off. I told him that my room at the Rose had air-conditioning and the hotel had a nice cafe downstairs where we could get a bite to eat if he was hungry. He nodded OK and took my hand. We walked together towards the Rose and he said he wasn't all that hungry. Just a drink would be fine. "They do have room service, don't they?" he asked. "Let's order two Cokes from there."
We made it to the lobby and Chatchai waited in a reception area near the Bell Captain while I went to get the key. We walked up the stairs to the second floor and I unlocked the door, holding it open for him to go in. He took off his shoes near the door and then went over to the set of chairs and sat down. I told him to make himself comfortable and called room service asking for two Cokes in room 203.
I sat down in the other chair and asked him to talk about anything. I just wanted to listen. I just wanted to look at him. And then it dawned on me that he wasn't Thai. At least not 100%. He just looked too much like one of my students back in Japan.
"Where are you from?" I asked suddenly.
"Bangkok. Amphur Thonburi. About 30 minutes from here. Why?"
"You live there now?"
"Yes, with my father. He owns a bungalow hotel there. Many Chinese and Thai come. Very cheap." He narrowed his eyes, looking at me closely. "Why do you ask?"
"I'm sorry," I told him. "It's just that I thought you might be from somewhere else. Somewhere not Thai."
"Ahhh," he said, understanding my prodding. "I am Thai," he said proudly. "But my mother is Japanese," and then quietly added, "she lives in Tokyo now. My parents are... I don't know how to say in English. Not together anymore."
"Divorced," I told him. "So you speak Japanese, too?"
"No, I can't. Mama spoke Thai. She came to visit me last year. She's very nice."
"I'm sure she is to have raised such a nice boy," I said.
"Paak waan," was his only response. And then he added, "Umm, didn't you order two Cokes?"
I got up and called the cafe to find out what was taking so long. "No have Coke," the receptionist said. "Sell already. Have Sprite. Sprite OK?" That would be fine, I said, wondering why they didn't tell me that when I called the first time. "You wait five minutes, OK? Kob khun ka."
Chatchai giggled and told me I sure know how to pick a good hotel. He was right, this place was certainly not the best in Bangkok accommodation, especially for 795 baht ($32) a night. The Rose should have been called the Wilted Tulip. Location was about all it had going for it. "The hot water works, doesn't it?" he asked with a laugh. I assured him that it did. "I'm going to take a shower then, all right?" Without waiting for my response, he took off his hat, shirt and jeans and walked past me slowly to the bathroom in his underwear. His body was completely smooth and his hair hung in an asymmetrical bob. He had a small, but detailed tattoo on his right shoulder of a tiger. It suited him perfectly as he moved with catlike grace. It took all the control I had not to molest him where he stood. He left the bathroom door halfway open and I heard him turn on the water and then caught a glimpse of his bare ass before he stepped into the shower. At this point I was nearly out of my mind with lust. And then came the knock on the door. Room service. I let him in and he put our drinks on the table. I tipped him 10 baht and he bowed before leaving. I locked the door behind him and sat down to have a cigarette.
Chatchai came out wearing a small white towel wrapped around his waist, underwear in hand. He bent down and gave me a kiss on the lips. His hair was combed back out of his face and standing there he looked all of about fifteen. I got up to turn off the air-conditioning so he wouldn't get a chill (or think to put something else on) before I went to take a shower of my own. "Help yourself to a Sprite," I told him. "I'll be right back."
The shower was wonderful and I took my time, enjoying the feel of the hot water splashing against my chest, neck and ass. I got out, dried off, brushed my teeth and went out to the bedroom. Chatchai wasn't in either of the chairs and I thought, where the fuck did he go? "Over here," came a voice from around the corner. I followed the voice and found him reclining on my bed, propped up against a pillow. God, he looked amazing. "Want a Sprite?" he asked. I went over and joined him on the bed. I hadn't even touched him and I was already beginning to get hard. I had a sip of the Sprite and then he took it from me and put it on the nightstand. He held my hand and said that he thought I was nice. I responded by giving him a kiss on the lips and scooted closer so that we were lying on our sides facing each other. We kissed and groped for quite a while, letting our hands wander over each other's bodies. I could not get over how soft his skin was. His hand wandered down to my towel and he undid it and pulled it away. Before he had the chance to grab for my cock, I undid his towel too and scooted up against him, pressing our hard-ons together. He pulled me over on top of him and my dick slipped between his legs. I kissed his face and neck, nibbling on his ear and responding to his breathing and reactions.
I made my way down his silky chest taking time to gently tease and bite on his nipples. He gasped and grabbed my hair, moaning softly with pleasure. I moved down towards his cock and licked under his balls and around his inner thighs. He was shaking when I took his dick into my mouth and responded my trying to force more of his 6" down my throat. I let him have his way and massaged his balls while he pumped his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. When I felt he was too hot to last much longer, I moved up to kiss him, once again positioning my cock between his legs. "You want to fuck me now?" he asked. "I can't suck you first?" Never being one to refuse a blow job from a beautiful boy, I rolled over, giving him full access to my raging hard-on. At once he took my cock between his lips and began to work magic on me like no other ever had before. Chatchai knew exactly what he was doing and alternated swirling his tongue around my head and taking it completely down his throat. Not once did he gag. After a few minutes, I was about to explode. Chatchai sensed this and asked if I had any condoms. I reached over to the nightstand and handed him my bag of goodies. He took one out and slid it over the length of my cock. "You have KY in here too," he said with a grin. "You came to Bangkok prepared." He applied a smooth coat to my cock and then to his ass.
He crawled up to the head of the bed and laid back against a pillow. "I'm ready," he said. "Fuck me." Not needing to be told twice, I got between his legs, lifted them up and pushed slowly, but firmly against his tight hole. With a gasp, I felt the head go in and then sank in slowly until my balls came to a rest against his ass. "Ohhh, yes," he moaned. I began fucking him slowly and gently at first, but then his hand came around pushing against my ass, urging me to fuck him harder. I used the full length of my cock, almost pulling out and then ramming it back in deeper and deeper with each thrust. We were both really getting into the fuck and then I pulled out and turned him over on his side. I mounted him from behind, holding him tight with my left arm and with my right hand, caressed his throbbing boy dick. "Ughhh, ohhh," he cried as I jacked his cock, glistening with pre-cum.
He turned his head to the side and we kissed, tongues mingling until I felt his whole body jerk and he cried out, shooting his boy cum all over the bed. He tightened his ass as he continued to shoot and I felt a friendly tingling in my balls, telling me that I was about to cum as well. And cum I did, more than I thought humanly possible in an orgasm that seemed to last forever and then suddenly be more over than anything I had ever known. As I pulled out, he turned over to kiss me and then we soon fell asleep in each other's arms. We woke about an hour later, still molded together and I told him again how beautiful he was. We kissed some more and then he said he had to be getting home. He worked at his father's bungalow and wanted to sleep there a few more hours before beginning his daily chores. He took a quick shower and dressed in front of me, smiling and saying that he wished I lived in Bangkok so we could see each other more often. I found my wallet and gave him a 500 baht note. He bowed and smiled, no questions asked. I'll be in town a few more days, I told him. What was he doing tomorrow night?
"Nothing in particular. Why?" I told him we should meet for a drink tomorrow night, maybe go to a late dinner or something like that. He smiled a great big smile, ran over and kissed me again and then asked what time I'd like to meet him.
"How about at the bar at eight? " I asked.
"Great!" he said. "I like you. I'll see you then." And he was off.
I was supposed to go sightseeing with Terri to one of Thailand's old capitols, Ayuthaya, but I was a bit exhausted when the bus left at 5:45 am. Terri went by herself and I stayed in bed most of the day, reading Anne Rice and writing in my journal. I ventured out a few times to get things to eat, but mostly I enjoyed my lethargy, avoiding the dreadful heat of the Bangkok afternoon. Terri came back about 5:30 pm and said she needed a nap. I invited her out this evening (hoping she wouldn't accept), but she said she wanted to go see a movie since they were only 60 baht ($2.40) compared to $18 in Japan.
We began the evening together and shared a taxi to Chinatown to have a snack of dim sum. It was absolutely delicious. Afterwards, we spent an hour just walking the streets, listening to the sounds and absorbing the scene. We then flagged two taxis and went off our separate ways: Terri to Washington Square and I back to Patpong.
I had the taxi driver drop me off in front of the Tawana Ramada Hotel and I carefully crossed the street to the Patpong side. I was really looking forward to seeing Chatchai and wanted to spend a great evening together. I walked into the Super-A and spotted Chatchai before he saw me. I sat down and waited for him to turn around. His eyes wandered past me and then he took a double take. He ran over and gave me a kiss. "I wasn't sure if you were coming tonight. It's 8:30 and you said..."
"I got stuck in traffic coming from Chinatown," I explained. "Of course, I was coming. I've thinking about you all day. Let's go somewhere. Where would you like to go tonight?"
"I dunno. Wherever is OK. I'm just glad you came back to see me."
"Pick someplace fun for us, OK? You know the city well. Wherever you want to go is OK. Take me somewhere unexpected."
"Are you in a hurry?" he asked.
"Not really," I said. "But, yeah, kinda. I want to spend the evening with you doing something fun, not hanging out in the Super-A. That's all."
"OK," he said, flashing me a beautiful smile. "Then I'm going to go change. Sit back, relax, have a drink, and I'll see you in a few. Tonight we go to Jupiter."
That certainly sounded exotic enough and I was powerfully curious. I flagged down a waiter/boy and asked him to bring me a Mekhong (Thai rice whiskey) and Coke. The music was good and I got a kick out of seeing some new, pretty faces on stage. The bar was pretty full and I assume that the "new" boys on stage had already left with a friend for the evening when I had been in before. I lit up a cigarette and waited. About ten minutes later, Chatchai came back. He was wearing a beautiful long- sleeve silk shirt and a pair of tight jeans. I felt underdressed in my new Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt and a knit vest, but was too overcome by his radiance to worry for long. His hair was perfect and he wore a braided bracelet on his right wrist. He took a sip of my drink and smiled. "I like Mekhong too. That's a good mix." I asked if he wanted one, but he declined. "We'll get some at Jupiter. You're going to like it there. It's a wild club. Classy, too. Maybe a bit expensive, is that OK?" I had cashed a few traveller's checks earlier in the day and told him it was no problem. We were covered. "Cool," he said. "Then let's. The night awaits."
We went out and I looked for a taxi. "It's just a few minutes walk from here. A taxi in this traffic will take too long. Come on!" And then he took my hand to lead the way. We walked up to Surawongse Road and through Patpong. Touts advertising for places like Pussy Palace saw my foreign face and started to approach. They stopped about halfway, after seeing me walking hand-in-hand with Chatchai. Some smiled, some just got out of the way. Despite the fact that Bangkok can sometimes seem like the most un-Buddhist place on earth, I am constantly amazed at the respect and lack of bigotry extended to gays and to people in general. It's home to over sixteen million Thais, but I never felt threatened or nervous walking the streets, even late at night. It's something you've just got to see and feel for yourself to believe.
We turned down a small alleyway and I saw the sign for the Surawongse Hotel, famous for its short-time rooms. A little bit further was the Jupiter Club. Two stocky Thai men in white shirts and black bow-ties opened the door for us. We went inside and I was immediately impressed. Brass and glass decor and comfortable looking velvet couches were everywhere. It was dim, but sufficiently lit and we waited by the door for a uniformed waiter to take us to a seat. We ordered two gin and tonics and sat back, soaking it all in. It reminded me of Jazz piano bars back in Kansas City or St. Louis where yuppies go to sip cappuccino and relax after a nice dinner or visit to the symphony. Chatchai sensed my approval and squeezed my hand. "This is nice," he said. "I've only been here once before. It's too expensive for me to come all the time with my friends. But I like the...umm..."
"Yeah," I said filling in. "The atmosphere is great."
"That too," he said with a laugh. "But I meant the show. It's about to begin. We've got pretty good seats."
"Show?" I asked as the lights went down.
"Just watch."
Two well-built Thai guys came out from behind the stage curtain wearing matching black bikinis. They were holding something in their hands, but in the dim light I couldn't make out the objects. One of them produced a lighter and lit the other's candles. They began a pretty exotic dance, writhing and grinding to the music. Then in syncopation, they tilted the candles and let the hot wax drip across their chests. They walked from the stage and into the audience, stopping at tables and letting the hot wax spill on their stomachs and tight shorts, much to the delight of the international clientele. As they circled back towards the stage, two more boys appeared and proceeded to cool them off with beer baths. I was a bit surprised that this was the show Chatchai had wanted to come see. He squeezed my hand tightly, eyes glued to the stage. The first four boys disappeared and two more quickly took their place. These two came armed with baby oil and took obvious pleasure in massaging each other in what led to a mutual masturbation extravaganza. They too took turns walking around to each of the tables and jacked their rock-hard cocks in the customer's faces. Management had apparently recruited these boys with this particular show in mind because their cocks were absolutely huge. 10" easy and incredibly thick. Chatchai broke his stare and turned to me with eyes wide open. "Gluaah," was all he could say. Or in English, "That scares the shit out of me." I nodded my head to concur.
Stage lights focused on the curtain and they opened slowly, revealing a nice-looking boy, lying naked on a couch. He was jacking his own prick, not quite as big as the others we had just seen, but impressive enough. Another boy joined him and wasted no time lubing himself up in preparation to fuck the other. It began from the front, lifting the boy's legs up high for all to see, and then guiding himself in with one hand. He began slowly, but was soon fucking the other with great abandon. He pulled out suddenly and both boys stood up. Moving behind him, the boy bent him over and began fucking him from behind. They then proceeded to walk that way to the tables, allowing all to get a good look. They stopped in the middle of the club and the top pushed the bottom's face into one of the customer's laps while he fucked him furiously. With one hand, he knocked glasses from their table to the floor, laid the boy on his back on the table, and fucked him hard until both boys shot their loads before the glossy-eyed customer's disbelieving faces. I was speechless. This was almost "more Bangkok" than I had bargained for. Chatchai turned to me and said, "That's one of the best shows in Patpong. Maybe Bangkok. I said it was a wild club, yes?" It was definitely time for a cigarette. "Maybe we should go now?" he asked. I paid the bill which wasn't nearly as expensive as I thought is was going to be after hearing his warnings. Drinks were just 200 baht each. The show was free. I almost laughed as I paid the $16 bill and left.
Both Chatchai and I were hungry, but it was he who suggested that we return to my hotel and get something to eat after we had really worked up an appetite. "Restaurants are open really late in Patpong," he explained. "We'll have plenty of time to get something to eat later." We walked back to the Rose and I went to fetch the key from the front desk. The show had really done a number on our libidos and once in the room, wasted no time in getting undressed. I took a quick shower and then waited for Chatchai to finish his. He came out looking like an angel and said he wanted to talk to me. "I used to wonder what farang were like. I thought they were all cold and mean and just wanted to fuck as many Thai boys as they could before going home. I didn't trust them and wondered what they really thought of Thailand. Then I met you and you're not like that. We go out, we shop, we have fun, you treat me like a person, a friend, not just a..." He stopped. "I went with you again tonight because I felt something different." He took off his bracelet and put it on my wrist. "I've never given anything to a farang before. This came from the temple in my town. A monk gave it to me. When I'm twenty, I'll go there and join the temple for three months. All good Thai do that. I'm not like the other boys in Bangkok. I go to school, I want a good job, I want a boyfriend. I wished you lived in Thailand because I'd like it to be you." He stopped and looked me in the eyes. They were moist and he kissed me lightly before wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight. "When you go back to Japan, don't forget me, OK? I won't forget you." He removed his towel and then my own. We laid there naked, holding each other tight, and I could feel his hard-on grow against my stomach. "I guess it likes you too," he said with a smile.
Chatchai rolled over pulling me on top of him. I kissed his neck, his beautiful face and licked his ear. He squeezed me tight and we kissed. It wasn't hard and fast, but deep and probing, caressing each other all the while. I moved down to his nipples which were already hard. I bit and teased them, making him arch his back while he moaned softly, eyes closed. I moved further down to his stomach and kissed my way along his bouncing cock to his thighs. I tongued and kissed his balls and shaft, and his breathing became shallow. When I finally took him in my mouth, his hands clasped my hair and he groaned with pleasure. I turned him over and lay on top of him, kissing the back of his neck while my cock throbbed between his cheeks. "Put it in now," he whispered. "All the way." He started to protest as I reached over to get a condom, but I kissed him instead. I tore open the package, threw it aside and rolled it down over my cock. I applied a light coat of lube to us both and then resumed my earlier position. He spread his legs, giving me more access to his tight hole and I pushed the head in slowly. "Ahhhha," he cried, as his whole body tensed. I was afraid I was hurting him, but then he bent his knees, and pushed me in all the way with his heels against my ass. He grabbed my arms and pulled them around him, holding on tight. I began slowly fucking him, pulling out almost all the way before slowly sinking back in. With each thrust, it felt like I was going in deeper and deeper. He moaned and whispered, "Hard. Do it hard." I complied with his wishes and began fucking his tight ass harder and faster than I thought he could take. In and out, deeper and deeper I plunged, until I thought I would go out of mind. "Don't stop," he cried out. "Don't stop."
I was getting dangerously close to cumming and squeezed him tight, lost in the blur. I began to moan, biting my lip and he responded by tightening his ass, and then letting go with a gasp. I felt his whole body quiver beneath me, and he screamed into the pillow as he came. I was beyond everything, and I too screamed as I came in a blinding flash of light. It seemed to last for hours as I shot load after load into his tight, sweet ass. I collapsed on top of him, totally spent. I slipped out and took off the condom. I got up to get a towel and when I returned to the bed, he hadn't moved. I turned him over, kissed him, cleaned us up, and then snuggled with him under the covers. We never did make it out to dinner that night. We slept for hours, cuddled against each other until he woke in the morning and said he had to get home. He wrote his name, address and telephone number down for me and hugged me one last time. I was leaving for Ko Phagnan (a small island in the south-east, of the coast of Surat Thani) in a few hours and I said I would call him before I left for Japan. We kissed one last time he told me again not to forget him. I knew there was no way I ever could.
Terri and I caught a morning flight to Ko Samui and then took a ferry to Ko Phagnan. The island was absolutely beautiful. I stayed in a beach front bungalow on the only part of the island that offered electricity (and then only from 6 pm to 6 am): Haad Rin Nok. The entire island was filled with "Generation X" jetsetters going there to get away from the hassles of the modern world. The beach was gorgeous, the seafood brilliant, and pot was everywhere. We bought a full ounce of the best I had ever had for a mere 400 baht ($16). We were there for four days and could not even smoke a third of the bag. It was the first time that I had ever been in a position of having too much marijuana.
We gave it away on the morning we left and made instant friends with a group of Brits who had just arrived on the island. It was like the island that the DEA forgot. (If you haven't figured it out yet, I highly recommend Ko Phagnan. No pun intended.) There was no gay scene on the island and I spent the entire time wishing I had invited Chatchai to come with me. I called him on the morning of our trip back to Bangkok at his house in Thonburi. We chatted for a bit and I said I wanted to spend my last night in Bangkok with him. The city is his, I told him. Whatever, wherever, anything is OK. He wanted to meet me at the airport, but I told him it was too expensive for him to take a taxi that far. I'd meet him in the city at midnight. (My flight didn't arrive until 10:00 pm.)
We took the morning ferry to Ko Samui and then to the mainland at Surat Thani. We flew from there directly to Bangkok. We got a double room at the airport hotel because our flight back to Japan was scheduled for 10:00 am the following morning. Terri settled in and I cleaned up to go out for the night. I took a taxi into the city and arrived at the Super-A just before midnight. Chatchai ran over and gave me a big hug and a kiss. He was all dressed and ready to go in a T-shirt, denim overalls and the black leather cap. Truly a sight to behold. I guessed from his outfit that he had decided where he wanted to go. He had chosen the biggest disco in Bangkok: Phoebus. It had just opened up a month ago and there was a midnight concert featuring one of Thailand's most popular bands.
"Wait a minute," he told me. "Before we go, I want you to wear this. I just noticed that your left ear is pierced, but you're not wearing an earring." He took his out and held it up for me to see: a small gold loop.
"I want you to see this everyday when you get ready in the morning. Don't take it out. Just look at it and remember me. He put it in and gave me a kiss. "Remember us."
We jumped into a taxi and he told the driver where to go. I've honestly no idea where it is (in a taxi all streets look the same), but it only took about twenty minutes to get there from Patpong. I have never seen a disco as big Phoebus anywhere in the world. It easily held 30,000 people and had four levels of balconies overlooking the football field-size dance floor. The place was packed and the music was brilliant. The light and sound system was second to none. Somebody or somebodies had invested about a zillion baht and had created a truly outstanding club. Chatchai paid a small fee and put his name on the video screen telling his friends where we were.
About ten minutes later, a familiar face appeared out of the crowd. It was Noom from the bar! He and a bunch of the other boys from the bar had come with the manager and had a table on the dance floor level. Chatchai and I went downstairs and drank and partied with the boys from the Super-A until 4 am. The disco was still going strong, but I was exhausted from travelling all day. I told him that I needed to get back to the hotel and that he should stay and enjoy the party with his friends. He looked at me with a puzzled expression for a second and then asked, "I can't come with you?"
"I'm staying at the Airport Hotel in a room with my friend, Terri," I explained over the music. "I'd love for you to come back with me, but I'm not sure how well she'd react to waking up and finding a strange boy in my bed. Of course she knows I'm gay, but she hasn't met you before. And besides, she's really pissy in the morning. I don't even want to be there when she gets up."
"Then don't be. I don't want to say goodbye just yet. I know somewhere we can go. Let's go say goodbye to them."
We said goodbye to the boys and the manager from the bar and went outside into the cool night air. We got into a taxi and he gave the directions. We didn't say a word, he just held my hand and laid his head on my shoulder. I suddenly recognized my surroundings. We were back in Patpong. The taxi stopped, we got out and he led me by the hand to the Suriwongse Hotel. We walked past the front desk to the back and a man appeared. Chatchai spoke to him in Thai for a bit and then asked me what time I had to leave to make my flight. I told him 7:00 am, allowing three hours for the taxi, check-in, customs, etc. "We can have a nice room for 250 baht," Chatchai told me. "Is that OK?" I told him that would be great. The man led us to a door and asked Chatchai if we wanted anything to drink. We got two mineral waters and then the man discreetly asked me if I needed a condom as well. I told him thank you, but, no. I had already packed a mini-overnighter before leaving the hotel.
We went inside and locked the door. Chatchai was right when he said "a nice room." It was infinitely better than the Rose could ever have dreamed to be. Spotlessly clean, spacious, a big bathroom, and X-rated TV. Chatchai flipped it on, but we were disappointed to discover only straight porn. Yawn. For the first time we took a shower together. We laughed and played as the hot water splashed our bodies and inundated the room with steam. I loved the intimacy that we shared, rubbing each with soap and feeling totally clean. It was a magical moment that was intimate without being sexual. It was then that I knew I'd be back. Not for Thailand, but for Chatchai. And I knew I couldn't wait for very long.
We dried each other off and went out into the bedroom. It took us about two seconds to realize that the A/C was on high. I ran for the switch to kill it and Chatchai dove under the covers. I quickly joined him and we grabbed each other for warmth. As I pulled him to me, I apparently found a ticklish spot and he squealed. Thinking I had done it on purpose, he jumped on top of me wrestling, trying to get the upper hand. This soon produced hard-ons for both of us and I forgot about trying to save myself from his roaming hands. All I could think about was how good he felt and how much I really liked this boy. We kissed and played, and I tried to learn as much about his body as I could and commit it to memory. I pulled the covers back and had him stand on the bed. He faced me, but I could also see his backside thanks to the large mirror at the head of the bed.
I got up on my knees and proceeded to kiss and lick him all over. When I got to his cock, he grabbed my hair roughly and wanted to take control. Of course, I let him. I grabbed his ass and let him fuck my mouth. Although he was a bottom, I wanted to let him have this time to do what he wanted. And he did. I kept using my tongue and mouth on him until I thought he couldn't last much longer and his knees began to shake. I turned him around and placed kisses on his back, using my hands in front to gently caress his chest and cock while he watched in the mirror. He reached for a condom and handed it to me. I carefully rolled it on myself and he put a small amount of KY on his ass.
He turned around and knelt across my lap, carefully positioning himself over me. He put one hand on my shoulder to steady himself and aimed my cock at his tight hole with the other. He slowly lowered himself onto it and once the head was in, he wrapped his arms around me and slid down, taking the rest of me inside. We held each other tight for a few seconds and then he leaned back, taking me forward with him. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I began to slowly fuck him.
As I looked down upon his sweaty face, I saw his closed eyes and his mouth moving, forming words that had no sound. I kissed him and he kissed me back, probing my mouth with his tongue as I continued my slow and steady thrusts. He lowered his legs a little and I lifted one of them up and over, placing him on his side while I still fucked him from above. It was he who moved next and assumed a doggy-style position on all fours. I reached around his waist to take hold of his cock, but he moved my hand away. "Not yet," he told me between breaths. He began moving his hips back to meet my thrusts and I picked up the pace. I wanted this to last forever. He lowered his head to the pillow and I leaned over him, letting my hips do all the work. I was really fucking him now. Hard and fast strokes that seemed to drive through him all the way to the floor. He laid down flat with his legs spread and I let go. I gave him everything I had. Harder and faster I fucked his ass, until I heard him start to cry out.
I turned us over on our sides and jacked his hard prick to the same rhythm that I was using on his ass. He started to shake and then let go with a scream and covered the bed with load after load of his hot cum. Watching this happen sent me over the edge and with one final thrust, I planted my cock deep in his ass. I exploded and wave after wave shot through me and I thought I might pass out. But then everything came back into focus. I pulled out and Chatchai turned over and laid his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and we slept until I got the wake-up call at 7:00 am. I didn't want to leave him, but it was now or never. We quickly dressed and then he ran over and gave me a big hug. He didn't want to let go and I didn't want to leave. I took a envelope out of my pocket and handed it to him. A little extra money for school, I told him. He politely took the envelope and I said I had to go. I saw him once more as our separate taxis passed each other on the street and he waved and smiled that beautiful smile.
I just got back to Japan a week ago and I sent the happiest letter I've sent in a long time to Chatchai. I going back to visit for a week in March and to look for a new job to begin in Bangkok when my current teaching contract expires in July. I may teach there, I may pursue other interests, but it doesn't really matter. Chatchai and I will be together, we can forget about the Super-A, and I know in my heart that it will all be OK.
