Date: Sat, 9 Dec 2006 12:02:13 -0800
From: joe69orforg@yahoo.com
Subject: Bangkok Boys--4

To the faithful reader of this series, I will retain the "Bangkok Boys",
even though the continuation takes us into other locations in Thailand and
then beyond to continue a four-week Asian journey.

Some have asked for information sources. I have in my files pages from an
old Spartacus and copies of an equally old Lonely Planet tour guide on
Thailand and a Frommer's guide to Thailand. We found a local tourist
service (alas, becoming extinct since the Internet) that has helped us with
our travel plans and arrangements on many trips. Out of loyalty, we on
occasion still include him in our travel arranging, though we also find the
Internet a prime source of information on travel sites and often provide
our own transportation and accommodations arrangements. No doubt most of my
readers are conversant with surfing the web, so I'll leave you to it. Hope
you enjoy these tales--partly actual events and partly extensions into a
never never land suggested by the exotic places we've been.

Thursday, January 12--Our rushed departure from the hotel was because of
their early hour check-out time. We had a two hour wait for our flight to
Chang Mai. I pulled the morning English language newspaper from my shoulder
bag and perused the stories. A prominent front page article reported that
the U.S. State Department is advising American tourists to avoid traveling
in northern Thailand due to a warning issued by the drug cartel in the
Golden Triangle. The drug lords are angry that the Thai police have seized
one of their ring leaders on U.S. request for deportation and questioning
related to the drug trafficking rampant in Burma and Thailand, which is a
major supply line into the U.S. A warning has been issued that American
citizens may be seized and held for ransom in the vicinity of Chang Mai.

Jon, typical of his iconoclastic attitude, shrugs off the dire
warning. "Fuck 'em," he replied. We boarded a Thai Air cramped plane and
winged our way north to a small, smelly hotel. Another screw-up, since we
had been promised a 'lodge' near the airport. The hotel was cold, and we
opted for dinner at the Steak House, having had only a cold box lunch on
the plane. We were chilled through from our tuk-tuk ride and not in any
mood for adventuring.

On Friday, we took a shopping tour for our major gift-giving and a set of
rosewood and mother of pearl inlay tables, our most extravagant
expenditure. We also bought a service for twelve bronze tableware set from
the vendor claimed to be 'purveyor to the King.' When we returned to the
hotel, Jon signed us up for a tour through the jungle the next day that
included an elephant ride and a trip down the river on a bamboo raft. I was
concerned that this would provide the drug lords with an excellent
opportunity to make good on their promise to seize some American
tourists. "Fuck 'em," was Jon's reply.

Having had a late lunch, we decided to explore the night life in Chang
Mai. Our guide book had listed the Coffee Boy Bar as an interesting
site--emphasis on boy. The building was a traditional Thai design with the
swooping roof curves outlined in lime green neon. Inside, the décor was
equally traditional with an emphasis of clashing color and elaborate
Oriental design. The bar was built for standing only--no bar stools, and
only a couple of patrons there. Most of the room was arranged something
like the place we'd most recently visited in Bangkok, cribs furnished with
pillows and cushions facing a small platform. A drag show was in progress
with lip-synching to American pop tunes. The performers were doing a
passable job of attracting a drink-buying crowd. Most of the cribs were
occupied, but we found one with one side available and sprawled out on the
floor. Drinks soon arrived, and immediately two Thai boys materialized. Noi
introduced himself to Jon, and Je snuggled up next to me. Noi invited Jon
to go with him to a room. Je gave me a slick pitch about the 'cottages'
just outside for short or long stays. The boys lost no time in
preliminaries. Their spidery fingers explored our bodies as their
flickering tongues sought the insides of our mouths. They were good!

During our period of prolonged Asian foreplay, our two hosts provided us
with an educational conversation that was completely separated from the
physical activities and sensations we were experiencing. It turned out that
Je and Noi were cousins who had come from a small village outside Chang
Rai. They had come to Chang Mai to earn money, go to school and better
themselves. Sounded familiar after our conversations in Bangkok. Country
cousins go to the big city to earn, learn and prosper. It was remarkable to
me that these two boys had mastered English so well--even the American
idiom, and Je's Raiders ball cap was the final touch. (I should say that
this incident preceded the popularity of young boys wearing their ball caps
backwards as an in-your-face assertion of their 'individuality'.) The
techniques that our companions had mastered in the art of sexual arousal,
however, went 'way beyond the usual American fare. These boys put
determined assault on a new level. Their massage through our clothes and
the capability to bring about breathtaking sensations that caused erotic
waves of excitement to build were just incredible.

Then as we were at a peak of desire, our boys kissed us passionately and
promised an early return as they departed for the stage. By the time they
had taken the four or five steps between us and the spotlights, they had
shed their street clothes down to skimpy g-strings. A hard disco beat
issued from the speakers as a new set of go-go dancer accompaniment and the
wildly gesticulating hands, arms, legs and bodies cast jagged shadows on
the walls of the room. Je and Noi gave a new name to frenetic
dancing. Their svelte bodies, virtually nude and olive-smooth, were trim
and suggestive. The scant coverages of a tiny silk triangles only served to
tantalize the audience as they revealed more than they concealed. A wild
jungle beat and shrieking strings howling up and down the scale followed
the insistent thrusting and gyrating that brought the audience to a
screaming, howling apex. Every forward thrust of a pelvis that emphasized a
promising pouch of genitalia elicited a surge in the volume of response
from an involved audience. Some couldn't wait for the dancers to follow
their circuit of collection around the room and rushed the stage to tuck
bills into the g-strings and grab a quick grope of those bulging
baskets. By the time their dance had ended and was followed by a soft,
soothing melody that accompanied their slow visit among the cribs, wallets
were out and being generously emptied. I mused at the amount a
less-than-fifteen minute performance elicited from the sexually-obsessed
gathering of men whose entire trip revolved around the number of
ejaculations they had anticipated in planning their visit to this lotus
land. Five and ten dollar American greenbacks were not unusual, garnishing
the waistband of dancers--perhaps totaling as much as $200 or $300 per
performance.

At the time, the exchange rate was about 25 baht to the dollar. The
customary rate for a bar boy's time ranged from 100 to 300 baht for
personal attention during the show. Services above and beyond the erotic
'massages' depended on the generosity of the receiver.

Our boys quickly picked up their shed outer wear as they exited the room,
waving indiscreetly at us to signal their intent to return soon. We barely
had time to attain fresh drinks before they were back pushing for our
retirement to a 'cottage' nearby. Their roving hands and mouths were just
sooooo persuasive. We followed them outside to a row of small shacks and
went inside one. Low lighting and soft music offered a provocative
atmosphere to go with the highly accomplished techniques of Noi and
Je. They were out of their garments--no g-strings remaining, and had us
stripped during a rapid massage from our tops to toes. They sinuously
wrapped themselves around us and made provocative sounds to accompany the
arousing touches we'd experienced in the bar but fully clothed. Skin to
skin contact was remarkably more tantalizing. I don't know what frottage
would be in Thai, but their techniques for bringing the level of desire to
a raging boil gave new meaning to the term and its use to elicit throbbing,
oozing cocks and explosive pressures inside balls and butts. Just their
sensuous squeezing of asscheeks and fondling of nuts spoke of outer
persuasion for inner invasion a bright inspiration. I pressed against Je's
raging boner, not a whopper, but enough to suggest coitus to completion
would be a satisfying conclusion to the night's activity.

The climate within the room was relaxed and unhurried. Our boys just
presented a timeless opportunity to feel every nuance of delight and to let
it be absorbed as some other stimuli was being gradually applied to awaken
another sensitive spot in the sexual repertoire. Their demeanor was an
example of the most assiduous practice of making the journey so enjoyable
that an intended destination might well be off in an ephemeral
future. 'Enjoy the moment' was truly their implication in every
movement. My natural tendency is to get on with the play and bring it to a
jarring and inevitable conclusion. I was being given a lesson in the value
of the pleasure of the moment. When my companion introduced me to one
surprise after another in his repertoire of sensuous delights, I could only
respond with groans and sighs and clumsy groping or grappling. The Asian
touch was so delicate and yet provocative that it marked the difference
between finesse and clumsiness. I learned to kick back and let my teacher
give me his most rewarding lessons. My body and my mind were in another
realm and floating away as I gave myself to the suffusion of ecstasy beyond
any I had ever felt before. How could one warm body so completely master
another? And who cared anyway? It was a rewarding experience in becoming
absorbed in other-worldly pleasures. Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh. That felt
good. Don't stop.

Time dispersed and each episode in a lengthy and limitless sensuosity
absorbed my entire consciousness. I was only vaguely aware of a whole new
definition to my concept of sensual pleasure. My nagging thought was that I
could never replicate such an experience. Could we persuade these boys to
come home with us and provide a lifetime of such erotic satisfaction? Now I
was hallucinating. A lifetime of such pursuit of the temporal would be like
a menu comprised of only desserts in living. At some ultimate conclusion, I
was aware of the satiety that these boys had brought us to. By the time
that the idea of closure emerged, it was neither unexpected or
undesired. The body is just limited in its capacity to absorb too much
pleasure. Je surprised us by offering to drive us back to our hotel in his
new pickup. After three years as a tuk- tuk driver, he had earned enough to
buy his truck. In addition to his bar boy earnings, he also works as a tour
guide. Noi volunteered that he liked girls and simply looked at his bar boy
activities as just a way to earn money. As we separated from Noi and got
into the truck, Jon mentioned our plans to go on the jungle tour the next
day. Our two companions exchanged a knowing smile and Noi suggested that we
might again come in contact with Je. Je simply smiled. We were soon back in
front of our hotel; the hour was late, and so we parted quickly. I wondered
whether we'd be safely back tomorrow night from our jungle tour, but Jon
simply scoffed at my concern as we crawled under the blankets in our cold
room.

Note to the reader: Because of some of the questions about sources of
information and travel in Thailand brought up by some readers, I have
included more non-erotic detail here. Comments regarding this difference
are invited, as many of my travel stories can include information of
interest to travelers aside from the purely sexual interludes. I can
respond in a limited way to individuals who desire more travel information
and wish to write me direct, because I don't view Nifty as simply an outlet
for casual writing that gets too far afield. More to come.