Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2016 19:55:42 +1000
From: masuk39@gmail.com
Subject: My Time in Java

My Time in Java

I had just completed my training to teach English overseas, and my first
job was to be in Jakarta. I have to admit that I was hoping to take up a
gay lifestyle which I'd not been able to do in my home country. My first
encounters with Asian gays had been in another part of Indonesia a few
years earlier, and I wanted to learn more and of course, widen my range of
contacts.

On my first trip, I had to fly over to a city in West Java for a
familiarisation trip, and was booked into a rather nice hotel, built in the
1920s and the bedrooms were large and very comfortable. On my first day out
at the project, everyone finished work at 4pm, and so I was dropped off at
my hotel, showered and walked over to the town square, which was full of
young folk socialising after college or University.

I bought an ice cream, and had to finish this fairly quickly as it was
melting rapidly in the tropical heat. I sat on a bench under a shady tree,
and was slurping away as discreetly as possible, when a bunch of college
students approached me. It was the usual "can we practice English please
mister?", so I signalled that they could try, while I got on with finishing
my rapidly melting ice.

There were the usual inane questions about my origin, my family, my age,
and of course, my religion. Nothing is private there. When questions get to
my salary, I would just say `oh, the usual' and leave it at that, as an
overseas income would seem enormous compared to the local rates.

The ice-cream finished, and the questions reaching the end of their English
levels, the girls soon sauntered off, just leaving half a dozen rather
handsome looking lads. I invited them over to a nearby café and ordered
soft drinks for them, and some more left, leaving just three guys and
myself. I was asked where I stayed and when I told them, they all seemed to
know the place and asked if they could come and look at my room, which I
knew would appear rather wealthy to them, as their homes were generally
very basic.

So we headed off around the corner to my hotel, and no-one at the desk
questioned why I had a bunch of guys with me, and we went into my room and
turned on the air conditioner. The lads all relaxed and enjoyed the
coolness, and then one asked if he could remove his shirt, closely followed
by the others. I was then surrounded by three good looking guys, all
shirtless, and their brown skins and dark brown nipples looking rather good.

Next, one asked if he could have a wash, so off he went, and when he
emerged, wrapped only in a towel, he was soon followed by the others.

Their clothes were neatly folded and placed on a chest of drawers, and we
chatted in English, with one of them having a good command of the language.
He had obviously been mixing with tourists more than the others, so he led
the pace.

I couldn't help but notice that this same lad was adjusting his cock quite
often, and judging by the outline in the towel, he had a nice stiffy there.
I reached over and felt him, and he quickly asked if I liked it. Of course,
I agreed, and he opened up his towel to display his lovely brown, cut cock.
The others were not at all concerned at this sudden show of his, and I
thought I'd better ask them to dinner and see what happened afterwards.

So I quickly showered, we all dressed and headed over the road to a
pleasant West Javanese meal, and were soon back in the hotel. The more
courageous of the lads stood on his toes and gave my lips a quick peck and
thanked me for the meal. I said that wasn't good enough, so returned his
thanks with a nice long and sloppy kiss. Needless to say, he was hard when
my hand felt down there, and he unzipped his trousers and took off his
shirt, followed by the other three.

Within about 30 seconds, we were all stark naked, and erections at the
ready. I sat on the bed and asked if one would like to join me, so one did,
and the others sat on the other bed. It wasn't long before there was some
serious groping, sucking and kissing on both beds, and this went on for a
while before I finished off my partner with a nice jerk-off.

It was quite dark outside, and I asked if anyone had to head for home or
let their family know, but they didn't seem at all concerned, and so we
returned to our fun. My partner, whose name was Ronnie, asked if I had any
KY, which I did not. He said he'd like me to fuck him, but some lube would
be needed. I rummaged through my toilet bag, and the best I could come up
with was some newly-purchased shampoo.

I poured this onto my hand and shared some with Ronnie, who was very keen
for me to go into him. I was soon there, and he was obviously no newcomer
to fucking, and we had a good romp before we both blew our loads for the
second time, and we snuggled up and went to sleep, with me still inside
him. The others had got their rocks off long before us, and seemed to have
managed without any shampoo and had both fucked and were now asleep.

Next morning, the lads were up bright and early, as college starts at 7am,
and they headed out to have breakfast at a street stall. Ronnie started
later, and so we had a pleasant breakfast in the room, and chatted awhile.

I was asked if he could come back that evening, which I was quite happy to
agree to, and so we both went our ways for the day.

I was getting decidedly itchy where the shampoo had been plastered onto me
through the night, and by that evening, I was in agony. We did little of a
sexual nature, and next morning, my cock and balls were red-raw and
starting to peel! Heaven knows what they put in that stuff. I headed off to
a (female) doctor, who said I obviously had an allergy, and maybe I should
wear a condom next time! Shampoo was obviously not designed for such
sensitive parts nor for so many hours. I bought some soothing cream and
plastered this all over my cock and balls.

It taught me a lesson, and next time Ronnie and I met up some months later,
I was well prepared. We later had a week in Bali, and he introduced me to a
cute bunch of gays, one or two of whom came up to our room for some fun.

For obvious reasons, I was interested in returning to Indonesia for an
extended period. Some years later I had accepted a new job and was met at
Jakarta airport by staff from my new school, and in no time at all, I was
taken around to a small apartment, which was to be my home for the next
twelve months. It was nothing special, just a small bedroom at the front of
the house and a larger one at the rear, with a small kitchen and living
room. Furniture was almost non-existent, but there was a small fridge, gas
stove, kitchen cupboard which was wired up to be rat-proof, and a single
bed in the bedroom, along with a smallish wardrobe. No shelves, no desk,
but a small kitchen table.

Before I'd left Australia, I had been in regular touch with a Dutch guy,
who it seemed had a boy in every port. This was proving too much, and he
asked if I could take care of a few in Jakarta. One of these guys was
Vincent, and his day job was room boy in a large hotel, and most evenings,
he was in a dance group performing at Ancol, a rather low-key entertainment
park in the city.

Vincent had been e-mailing me for some months and asked that I send him gay
pictures, which I did. A large brown envelope proved to much of a
temptation for his sister, which she opened, and was shown to his parents,
who then threw him out of the house. Nice family. He was living with his
uncle who was a little more understanding, but Vincent asked if he could
move in with me, as he expected to leave for England and his Brit boyfriend
in the next few weeks.

Vincent's dancing friends turned out to be extremely cute, and most, if not
all were gay. However, they respected their friends' acquaintances, and
kept their hands to themselves, but not necessarily their eyes. They
obviously thought that Vincent and I were an item. There were many
opportunities when one of these lads and myself could have had some
interesting gymnastics, but we played by the rules.

The only exception to this was one evening, when we had a 21st party, where
a house boat had been rented, and after eating enormous quantities of food,
and no doubt drank way too much, we stumbled onto the floor, beds,
anything. I fell into a large double bed and there must have been eight
guys already there. There was a lot of groping and kissing and sucking
before folk got into some kind of rhythm. I got in some good sucking and
must have made an impression, as the guy concerned asked if he could start
up a relationship. I wasn't really ready for any sort of a commitment, and
was happy to 'free-lance', as there was so much available.

The teaching job was OK, and it turned out that half the teachers were gay,
and most had BFs or good friends living with them. Everything closes at
9pm, so one had to be home before the compound gates at the back of the
school closed, or it was a long walk around to the front of the complex, so
no time for socialising. Most of the teachers headed into town for a few
beers and some social life, as the cafes were open all night, and there was
a lot of cruising there, anyway.

I returned home from school one evening, and heard loud wailing and
sobbing; it was Vincent, and the UK Embassy had turned down his application
for a visa, and his plans to be reunited with his BF and prospects of work
and so on. The Embassy felt that he was unlikely to return at the end of
his stay, so his case was a no-go. There are hundreds of such cases every
year at every embassy, and some succeed, but not all.

Vincent had already quit his job at the hotel, and he lay about the house
all day and he looked like becoming a long-term lodger, not contributing
anything at all to costs. His UK boyfriend had also stayed for a few free
nights, before returning home. I eventually had to ask Vincent to leave, as
for one thing, I couldn't stand his TV being on all day and well into the
night. I could hear it but not see it, as he kept it in his bedroom, and
doors there have an open window at the top, and sound just goes straight
out, bouncing around the tiled floors. As we were not getting off together,
it was starting to get frustrating, not having anyone for company, but he
did eventually leave. He did have a couple of very cute friends stay over,
one of whom shared a bed with me, and I was ready for some action, but it
didn't happen apart from a bit of groping. He was very cute, and his tackle
was a lot bigger than I'd expected for a guy of fairly short stature.

At last, Vincent had left, and while I was enjoying the fact that my house
was quiet at last, I was beginning to wonder how I could meet someone to
keep me company on my days off. I was fortunate with the school, as
students did not want to attend classes on Fridays or Saturdays, so unless
we had some program for Saturday mornings, we often had three days off.

Money was fairly tight, and it was a few months before trips away on
weekends were possible. However, about three months after starting work,
the school organised an anniversary party, held around a swimming pool.
There were some cute guys there, but the rules of the school were strict: Ano
touchee students@, so I just looked. (I learned much later that many of the
lads joined these evening classes in the hope that they will meet a
westerner). As the evening wore on, I became aware that two guys in their
early twenties were looking at me and had been staring off and on during
the festivities. One of them kept smiling at me, so I plucked up the
courage I needed and went over and spoke to them.

After the introductions were over, one of the guys slipped away, and I was
left talking to Tan who had been attending the school I was teaching at,
but had finished the course and had come back for the reunion. He was not a
student! He told me that he had completed University and was now working in
an office nearby, so this put him in his early twenties.

He latched onto me very quickly, and asked if he could come and visit on
the weekend. I couldn't believe it was happening so fast - a handsome,
good-looking young man, asking me if he could visit. I wasn't even sure
what his sexual preferences were. As Friday was a day off, I had no
classes, and suggested to Tan that he drop in after work Friday night, as
his office was close to my flat. Sure enough, come 6.30pm, he was at the
door; Tan was a very good looking young man, and a smile that split his
face from ear to ear. He was of Chinese descent, not very tall, stockily
built.

We shook hands and I asked him in; I shut the door behind him and as he was
standing so close to me, I gave him a small hug. He gave me a huge hug
back, I nibbled his ear, he groaned with delight, and I knew I was there! I
gave him a tentative kiss, and he responded with speed. He was certainly
starved of affection from another guy, and was very enthusiastic.

We experimented for a few weeks, and soon settled into a pleasant routine.
As the house was always rather warm, we both wore the minimum of clothing,
if anything at all, and as long as we kept the curtains closed, no-one
could see in. He had an average length cock, uncut and beautiful glossy
jet-black pubes.

We both enjoyed deep kissing, then we'd suck each other, and change over to
69. When things started warming up, he loved to lay on my back, gently
rubbing his hard cock over my split, with his precum lubricating the area.
Then he'd speed up, and it wasn't long before I could hear him gasping and
a large load of cum would spread across my back. I still get hard thinking
of this, as we both enjoyed it so much. He worked Saturday mornings, so
after a release of pressure Friday nights, he'd go home and come back
Saturday afternoon and stay the evening and the next day.

I was keen to get out and explore the countryside, as I am not a city lad.
I enjoy the beach, some bush-walking and looking into various cultures. Tan
on the other hand was much more of a stay-at-home, and after some weeks, I
was itching to get out of the concrete jungle. Some of the other teachers
had told me of the delights of the coast and the helpful lads willing to
share a weekend, for a fee, so I took myself off to the beaches overlooking
the ruins of Krakatau volcano, and decided that there should be more of
this.

The trip was slightly involved, and meant travelling by large coach, then
changing to a smaller bus at a bus terminal, travelling about 30km to a
village depot and then getting an even smaller bus to get me near the beach
area. I had taken the precaution of checking on what I should pay for
fares, as these tend to be negotiable if you're white. So when the
conductor on the mid-size bus asked for about ten times the normal fare, I
explained in a loud voice that I didn't want to BUY the bus, just travel
for a short while. I had a banknote of close to the fare, and he was
non-plussed and even gave me some change back.

There was a good choice of cheap places to stay, and excellent sea food
restaurants. The bars on the beach had a few teachers away from the city,
and there were the usual cute lads hanging around, hoping for a free night,
dinner and a bit of fun. At one of the areas frequented by ex-pat teachers
over the weekends, a very handsome young guy approached me, and asked if we
wanted to go back to my room, which we did.

He was a hardened case of 'money up front', and obviously felt that I was
some rich tourist and money to burn. I countered his ransom demand with a
more realistic figure, which in his opinion was only worth ten minutes of
his valuable time, and after a bit of touching and feeling he was out the
door, looking for richer pickings.

Tan was not too impressed with my travels, but after a week in the city and
the extreme pollution, noise and mosquitoes, I just wanted to get away for
weekends. After a few months he became interested in another teacher who
had arrived just after me. Tan told me he was tired of gay life, but was
soon over at my friend's house. I didn't bear him any grudges, and we have
been in touch with each other ever since. I think he disliked my going out
so much. I loved to go to the beach for the weekends, and didn't like being
indoors at all. He would go to my friend's house Friday night, and stay
there all weekend, just sitting around and watching TV. Not my scene. I'm
surprised my friend put up with him for so long, but it no doubt had some
side-benefits.

Mind you, when I was at the beach on my own, there were some lovely guys to
look at, but they were mostly mid-teens, selling things to see them through
college. Only once did anything happen, when one of them followed me back
to my hotel room, and stayed overnight. He was obviously interested in me
and what I might have to offer, and for a change, was one guy not after
money.

We had a meal together at a nearby restaurant, and then just when I
expected him to say he had to go home, he followed me upstairs to my room.
This hotel had no beds, just mattresses on the floor, and he stripped off
in the semi-dark and lay on one of the mattresses; he was not a big lad,
but well-proportioned and a nice stiff dick about 5 inches long. He
indicated that he wanted me to suck him, and I soon took all of him; while
he just gently jerked me. But it soon warmed up, and he clutched my head
while I sucked him, and as he reached a climax, it was obvious he didn't
want me to stop. I normally never let anyone shoot into my throat, but on
this occasion I let it happen, and was pleasantly surprised how sweet it
was.

After he'd regained his strength, he reached down and expertly jerked me
off, and then we curled up together and went to sleep. In the morning, I
offered him some money, but he made it clear that he didn't do that for
money. I was happy that he was not the usual money-boy, but asked him to
take something to use for school costs, which he did. These guys would walk
up and down the beach all weekend, in the hope that they could sell a few
films or ice creams, to help them with their Afree@ schooling.

As I was a free agent after many years of family commitments, I was making
up for lost time. I was quite new to the gay world and to be honest, I was
like a kid let loose in a sweet shop. Jakarta had dozens, if not scores of
places, where it was possible to meet someone. I soon learned that shopping
malls, bookshops, swimming pools and fast food joints were all like lights
to a moth. Just sitting down for a coffee usually meant that someone would
join you at the table to chat, and more.

Someone suggested I go to a certain swimming pool on a Friday evening in
south Jakarta, where guys were looking for guys, but not rent-boys. It was
soon obvious that these men were office workers or Uni students, and
looking for a nice way of relaxing at the end of the week. I walked into
the change rooms, and as I was the only Westerner in the place, there was a
sudden silence and about 20 pairs of eyes started scanning me. In my best AMr
Bean@ aloofness, I changed and wandered out to the pool and found some
empty seats to dump my gear on.

I wasn't too keen on leaving my bag on the seat while I was in the pool, so
just sat and read for a while. Before long, a very nice guy sat next to me,
and we started chatting, and we asked where we'd come from and the usual
'getting to know you' questions. I took an instant liking to him, and we
had a pleasant swim, a meal together, and he told me he had a western BF,
but he was away on leave. So I knew not to get too enthusiastic, but was
surprised when he asked if he could come home with me. He made it clear
that he was not after money, just a bit of fun.

So that's exactly what we did. He taught me leg fucking, which was new to
me, being a relative neophyte to all this fun. All we needed was a large
amount of KY, and away we went. It was all good clean fun, safe sex, and
not a lot of cleaning up afterwards that a joint shower couldn't fix. What
I liked a lot, was that he was not at all shy, and once we drew the
curtains, he was more than happy to wander around the house totally nude. A
beautiful, slim, brown Asian guy, and nude at that. Aaaahh - heaven!

I certainly made acquaintances with a lot of guys in rapid time. Each time
I thought 'this is the one', but soon discovered that 'loans' for urgent
payment of rent or a sick mother were just a euphemism for some cash that
was never going to be returned. My stock reply became Athe ATM is just down
the road@; it also meant that I didn't see the guy again, as they realised
that I'd caught onto their little scam. After all, they usually had a
number of good meals while staying with me, all fares paid, often something
they saw in a shop, a birthday just happened to be next day and on a second
or subsequent occasion, they'd bring a friend too for that extra meal. It
became difficult to know who to trust, and the quest to find the right guy
for a long term relationship was not going to be easy.

One guy I'd been going with for some weeks, told me his mother was quite
ill in hospital. After I'd made all the right sympathetic noises, he then
asked if it was possible to 'borrow' a largish sum of money for her
operation. I could see yet another scam coming up, so I suggested to him we
grab a taxi and go across town and see how his mother was getting on. Of
course, this wasn't convenient at the time, but if I had the money, he
would fix things up with her.

Needless to say, it didn't happen as I was 'broke' at the time; he lost
interest shortly after and I didn't see him again either.

I had met a cute guy at a disco, and asked him if we could go out the
following weekend for a meal. He readily agreed, and we met up the
following Saturday at some Scottish fast food joint with the name of McD's.

I had just enough money at that time of the month to afford a couple of
taxi rides and some basic meals. So I asked mister Cute Guy what he'd like
to eat, but to take it easy; he excused himself for a minute and went
outside, returning a minute later with four other people. He had brought
along his sister, a friend and two kids and they were ready to have a large
meal out at my expense.

By now I was starting to tire of people taking me for a ride, so I ordered
one Coke for each of them, paid the bill, delivered them to their table and
walked out. I was asked to pay their taxi fare home, but I just kept
walking.

One guy I was going out with at the time, took me to meet a friend of his.
The apartment was unusually nice, and was filled with the latest stereo and
computing gear - strange considering the average salary was about not more
than $60 a month.

It turned out that this guy had three or four BFs from western countries,
each of whom was sending a regular bank draft to keep him going until the
next trip to Asia, equivalent to about another four month's salary each
month. Of course, none of the BFs knew about the other. Bad luck if they
all arrived together!

The reverse applied I'm sure, as Western guys were posted to Asia for two
year contracts; they had a good time, used everybody they could lay, and
then headed for home, leaving broken hearts behind and a lot of empty
promises. I met a lot of guys who were waiting for their BFs to return or
to send them money so they could fly off and live with them. It did happen
once in a while, and I had met guys who'd flown to Amsterdam or Sydney and
stayed with their BFs, but it soon became boring, with no work, no chance
of a job with poor education and the BF often treating them like hired
help, or at least, expecting them to do their share of the housework. They
soon returned to Indonesia.

After Tan had left me for another teacher, I started going up to Bandung.
This is three hours by train from Jakarta, and is in the mountains. Lovely
climate and the Sunda people there are very good-looking, whereas the
Jakarta 'Betawi' have quite strong features, as befits a mainly sea-faring
group. I'd have pleasant weekends there, staying in a rented house
belonging to an absent teacher friend of mine, and yes, I'd meet someone at
the shopping centre and we'd have the weekend together...

I had met a Chinese guy on the internet, who was looking for a bule (White
guy), and when he - let's call him Chan - came into my hotel room in
Bandung to meet me for the first time, and we had a brief hug, his cock
head was actually poking up above his jeans! He was just starting Uni,
always horny and he turned out to be fairly dominant, wanting to be on top,
when I was not so keen on this, as he was very big where it counts. I'm
quite happy making love in many ways, but screwing does not have to be one
of these.

Mind you, I'd accommodated a few Asian guys with smaller weapons, and we'd
had a lot of fun. Amazing what can be done with just four and a half or
five inches. No AUSA nine inches@ amongst these lads.

AIt doesn't rain but it pours@ is a well-known saying. I'd just met Chan
when out of the blue, I met Len, a tall handsome final-year student,
studying at one of the better-known Chinese-Catholic Universities in
Jakarta. He told me he really wanted to get to know an older western guy,
so we got to know each other. There I was, with one guy in Jakarta, and
another in Bandung, both wanting to get into my trousers. I told each of
them about the other guy, and they were soon writing and phoning, seemingly
happy to share me. Chan had a real paranoia about me getting it off with 'a
little brown guy', but didn't mind that it was another Chinese guy.

The pleasant thing was that neither of these guys were after money. They
often shared costs, sometimes drove me around in their own car and knew
where all the interesting places were.

However, when the cat's away, the mice do play, and when Chan and his
mother went to the USA for a holiday, I was without my usual chaperone in
Bandung. I'd heard lots of interesting tales about a nearby park, and one
evening decided to walk home via this place of interest. The tales turned
out to be more than true, and there were a large number of guys of around
University age, maybe younger, and only too happy to chat to a wandering
foreigner. A couple of the lads caught my eye, and they told me they were
brothers, and they were interested in coming back to the house with me.

We had an interesting evening, and for the first time, I experienced the
pleasant sensation of sucking his brother while the other tackled me from
the rear. Neither were big guy, and the one at my back door fitted very
nicely, while his brother made a good mouthfull. We all got off with no
problems at all, and settled down on a huge double bed for the night, all
three curled up together.

The lads didn't want to wait around for breakfast, and left just after
sun-up, which was a bit of a blow, as I'd hoped for more romps in the bed.
I made the necessary cash contribution, plus a bit more for the taxi, out
the door and gone.

Now I was just sub-letting this house and using it as a weekend retreat
from the hot city, as the owner was overseas for an extended period. It was
full of very interesting carvings, old wall hangings and some excellent
woven tapestries, all very valuable and I'd promised to take good care of
everything.

While I was having my solitary breakfast, the maid came in and announced
that a rather valuable tapestry was missing from the living room, and that
it had been there the evening before. While I was cursing myself for
letting this happen, I went to collect my new Nikes from the porch where
they'd been drying out, and they too had gone. A few smaller items were
also missing including the TV remote!!. These two had told me they were
devout Muslims, and when I met an acquaintance of theirs some weeks later,
I asked him to pass on a message that the good Lord has a special place for
thieves and robbers, and left it at that. The house owner was extremely
pissed-off, and I ceased renting soon after.

The school asked me to stay on in Jakarta for another 12 months, and I did
some bargaining, and asked for a better house, a bit of furniture and
higher salary. They readily agreed, so I moved a few hundred metres, but
what a difference that made. The stench of diesel fumes from the nearby
toll road, and the never ending ringing of bells, tooting of horns, blowing
of whistles by hawkers going up and down the streets was very annoying. As
tooting a car horn is reserved for emergencies in Australia, to have every
car approaching the intersection next to my house was a real pain. Rather
than look or slow down, they'd just lean on the horn and keep driving, but
that didn't prevent some slow-motion dents.

Most of the week I was alone in my house in the mornings and after school
from 9pm. and I was not too happy with this. Len would drop by on his
little motor bike when he was free from his studies, or possibly just plain
horny. If I was not at home, he would drop in to see another gay teacher
opposite me, so I'm sure his urgent needs were met. Many of the teachers
went into the city after school closed at 9pm, but I'm not the partying
kind. I just tried to catch up on sleep which I knew would be interrupted
by hawkers and dogs from about 4.30am onwards. Asian houses have wide open
ventilation spaces above every door and window, so closing off the sound is
an impossibility.

I went up to Bandung for the Christmas break and Chan, a few female friends
and I went off to Bali for two weeks of holidays. A very cute gay friend of
Chan's had planned to come, but cancelled at the last minute. The girls had
a room of their own, and so did Chan and I. He liked to go to the discos a
lot, so I was often down on the beach at night by myself, as I couldn't
tolerate the heavy smoking.

I met a cute guy at a more open gay bar one evening and he asked me if he
could give me a massage. He emphasised that this was 'no sex'. That was OK
with me, as folk have been known to change their minds.

Adi and I went back to my room, and as Chan was still there, I told him
that I was having a massage, and was he interested too? He said that he
most definitely was not, but I suspect that there was a racial thing in
this, apart from a touch of jealousy. So we went ahead with the massage,
and Chan sulked off to the clubs. We both stripped to our underwear, as it
was a hot evening, and I lay on my stomach and enjoyed the sensation of
being massaged from top to toe.

I could hardly not notice that while my shoulders were being massaged, that
there was something hard pressing gently against my rear end as he leaned
forward. When I was told to turn over for my face and arms to be massaged,
it was obvious that Adi had been leaking a lot of pre-cum into his undies,
as he was quite wet. I felt his cock which was not very big, and asked if
he wanted to take his remaining item of clothing off, and I'd do the same.
Needless to say, I was well and truly stiff.

So we stripped off, and I rolled back on my stomach. Adi started massaging
my shoulders again, but there was also something quite firm rubbing up and
down my crack. It was quite wet, and he was streaming pre-cum, something I've
never done. Then suddenly, he gave a gentle shove, and he was inside me! He
was so small that I hardly felt a thing, and he started speeding up, with
no need of KY at all. He was big enough to enjoy, but not so big that it
hurt. In a very short time, he gave a loud groan, and I could feel him
pumping his cum into me.

I realised that this was far from safe sex, and I asked him if he did this
often. Adi had an Aussie boyfriend on the island of Lombok, and they'd had
a disagreement, and Adi had moved over to Bali to seek his fortune, and he
was certainly not new to this. Needless to say, when I returned home for
some leave, I had a full range of tests, but they were all negative.

Adi moved in with me in Jakarta for six weeks, and we continued to enjoy
his AKY-free@ form of getting off. I was forever amazed that such a small
guy could produce such large amounts of pre-cum and shoot so much, so
often. He told me he was 21, and I later confirmed this when I saw his ID
card laying around.

Sadly, it ended suddenly. When I got home from school one evening, the
Telekom bill was on the table, and my little buddy had flown the coop. He'd
racked up a huge amount on long distance calls, (more than a weeks' salary)
and when the bill arrived during the day, he decided it was time to move. A
similar amount appeared on the next bill, as the phone meter was read in
the middle of Adi's stay. A number of photos and CDs also went missing.
Having to pay half my salary for the month in phone bills was not amusing.

I'd been in Jakarta for almost two years, and getting pretty sick and tired
of the heat, pollution and endless traffic jams. It was difficult to stay
healthy, due to overcrowding, washing in bore water, drinking only bottled
water, diesel fumes every time you breathed, so I decided it was time to
move. I made a few enquiries with schools in Bandung, arranged some
interviews, and before long, was offered a position at a reputable school
on quite favourable terms. Many schools want to employ foreign teachers on
a minimum wage with no benefits, and large classes, so these were given
short-shrift.

I rented a very pleasant house in the hills behind the city, and settled
down to a year of teaching. Chan was a constant visitor, living not far
away, and stayed over as often as he could, but he had parents keeping an
eye on him, as the Chinese all do until their 'babies' are married off. If
he wasn't home by midnight, his mobile phone would soon start chirping, and
he was 22!. The same thing would happen to my BF in Jakarta, and he was
some years older.

Chan was always trying to mount me, and got really pissed off when I told
him that he hurt. By this time I suspected he was seeing more than just me,
and as he wasn't doing safe sex, I was being very wary. At the same time,
he suspected me of all kinds of liaisons, not entirely without reason, as
the city was full of very handsome guys, this being a university city and
guys coming from all over, and staying in ghastly little rooms, more like
prison cells. This meant that they were away from the constraints of their
families, and wow, some of them really made up for lost time. I only got to
sample the wares two or three times, thanks to my almost constant 'bodyguard
' who would call in at any time of the night, just to check on me.

One night I asked a Uni student to come over and visit, as he had been
pestering me to teach him something about gay sex. So I collected him after
school, and whisked him inside. After a few cuddles and gropings, we were
both quite hard and horny, and ready for the next stage, when Chan turned
up. He may have been checking my mail again, but whatever, he was at the
door. I tried to pretend I wasn't in, but he knew better, and after
smashing the front door glass, I let him in. He was in a foul mood, and
dripping blood from a cut thumb. We had an almighty row, and only left
after I threatened to phone his father. My poor visitor was shaking with
fear, but I was able to give him one basic lesson on sucking, but he hardly
lasted a minute and then fell asleep.

I had hoped that would be the last I saw of Chan, but he was back a few
days later, wanting me to apologise. I'd had to buy 20 litres of the cheap
wall paint they put on everything there, to cover the blood Chan had been
generously splashing about. The incident decided me for sure that I would
not renew my annual contract, and so I started looking for jobs elsewhere,
and I was invited for an interview in southern Sumatra, some five hours
away by bus and a few more hours on the ferry.

I searched around the web to see what gay spots there were in this city,
and put a small notice on the Indonesian Gay bulletin board. Much to my
surprise, a cute friend I'd met in Bali answered within an hour or so, and
arranged to meet me when I arrived there.

I travelled through the night, arriving in Bandar Lampung about 9am, and
was duly met by my friend Ron who took me to a hotel he'd booked me into.
My interview was not until that afternoon, so I had time for a swim. I
stripped off and changed into my bathers, while Ron kept a close watch on
me, staring at my cock and told me AI'm not gay you know'. I believed him,
and just thought that our jerk-off one night in Bali was a stress relief
thing. (He had been so drunk he couldn't remember a thing, so he said). I
had my swim and we sat around the pool and chatted; Ron was an extremely
good-looking young Chinese man, about 22, well-built and lovely sensuous
lips.

We went back to my room, and I stripped off, ready for a shower, when Ron
came up behind me and grabbed my cock. I turned around and gave him a big
hug and then a long kiss, and he started stripping off too. Not too bad for
someone who wasn't gay. He asked me if I would fuck him, so always the
gentleman, I was happy to oblige him. He kneeled on the tile floor, and
seemed quite relaxed about me sliding up and into him. We had a nice long
shower together afterwards, and I got ready for my interview.

Well, the interview went well, and it looked like I got the job, and that
night we went out to a disco with a couple more very handsome young men,
who my gaydar kept telling me were definitely PLU. To keep a long story
short, the weekend was spent with Ron and I having quite a few sessions
together, but he still insisted he was not gay.

The job did not eventuate, but my weekend in Bandar Lampung was most
enjoyable. I learned later on the gay network that Ron had told the senior
teacher that I was gay, and this was probably why I hadn't been employed.
Not sure why he did this, but maybe he was worried I'd blow his cover. The
swimming pool at the hotel turned out to be a rendezvous for local gays.

So I stayed in Bandung for a few more months. Chan and I had some major
fallings-out during the year, and it was becoming very stressful for me and
I decided to leave. He was always setting traps for me, and he even set up
a new email account and tried to get me to meet a 'new guy'. I realised
what was happening, and really laid some steamy scenarios on him, telling
him that I'd love to suck him, fuck him, be fucked and so on, which he
couldn't admit to having read. He pretended he was psychic and could tell
what I was planning. When he started going to my house, getting the
houseboy to let him in and reading through my computer in my absence, that
really was the final straw, and I'm sure he was losing the plot.

I looked a bit harder for another teaching post and went over to Yogyakarta
for an interview, a city which is noted for its polite people and culture.
It is also unofficially, the gay centre of Java, although some may say this
title belongs to Surabaya, a port city to the East. As Yogya has a large
number of Universities and art centres, students are also attracted there,
not only to study, but to be free of the confines of family.

There were a number of occasions when I'd get an SMS message or be chatting
to someone, where they confessed to being virgins, and would appreciate one
or two basic lessons in being gay. There was also no lack of handsome uni
students wanting to supplement their income in mainly pleasurable ways, and
of course, there were the guys who acted as 'guides' and were happy to stay
with their tourist visitor for the duration, being either male or female.
The guides were onto a good thing, as they would travel all over the
country, expenses paid, plus getting all the sex they could handle and a
bonus at the end.

If one felt frustrated, lonely or both, it was simply a matter of wandering
over to the shopping mall, and having a coffee. There would soon be someone
wanting to join you, and usually having a meal and coming home for the
night.

Even though the average Indonesian is not tall or heavy, they can be
surprisingly big where it counts, and I needed to check out the merchandise
before offering to be 'bottom'. They would almost never want to be bottom,
as they seemed to think that westerners were too big, but I debate this.
However, there are many ways to skin a cat, and we usually found a way of
getting off that pleased us both and was safe.

In Jakarta I had met a full-time money boy, and I must admit, he knew his
job. He wasn't well built, and had 5 inches at most, but he knew how to
handle this, and do it well. He seemed to be insatiable, and would no
sooner collect his money and be off, than he'd be seen at restaurant table,
cadging a free breakfast and what ever extras might come along with a new
tourist.

Even having a haircut in Jalan Jaksa, the backpackers' centre of Jakarta,
quite often met with a request for a blow job or hand job. A massage could
be a very ordinary affair, but could soon change to an expert JO if you
were happy with that, for just a little more.

Many of the male teachers around the city had boyfriends, and I once went
to visit one at another school who had a household full of gay lads; they
used his place as a sort of drop-in centre. The neighbours were very
friendly and didn't seem to mind at all.

Security was all-important, and I soon learned not to leave anything
portable sitting around. Even my TV remote control disappeared one evening,
not to mention the odd watch or wallet. I'm sure one guy thought he'd
spiked my drinks once, but he misjudged my weight. We came home together,
had a drink or two and then into the bedroom. I was very sleepy and crashed
before getting up to anything interesting, only to wake up to see this guy
going through my cupboard. He'd already moved the camera and Walkman to the
front. I told him he'd better go, and he left quite rapidly, about 2am.

I also fell for one guy I'd met on Kuta beach, and had been told that he'd
been kicked out of his house by his parents, when they discovered that he
was gay. He was very cute, and big-hearted me asked him out for a meal. He
was easy to get on with, so I asked him if he'd like to share the double
bed I had at the hotel. We didn't do a great deal on return, and after a
quick JO for the both of us, I suggested that he undress and get to bed, as
I did. During the night I woke up and switched the light on, and he was
dressed again. He explained that he was cold, so I went back to sleep
again. Sucker! When I woke up, no guest and I was minus the contents of my
wallet, which I'd only filled that day. I went back to the beach where his '
friends' had introduced us, but none of them knew where he might be, and
they all had very shifty looks and seemed a bit embarrassed. I'd been
buying their drinks and food which they sold on the beach, so after that I
took my trade elsewhere.

Back in Jakarta, one of my colleagues invited a young guy over for the
evening, and his guest left early next morning. It was a little while later
that my friend discovered that a large amount of U$ dollars had been
expertly lifted from the back of a cupboard, equivalent to eight years's
salary for a public servant..

A lot of the young guys were obviously into the game for money, and while
some had a ball and really enjoyed getting off, others just lay back like a
wooden puppet and did nothing. They'd collect their money and as I didn't
ask them to stay, I'd show them the door. If they were really bad, I let
them pay for their taxi fare out of their earnings.

Discos usually had a 'men only' night once a week, and though they tried to
be strict with their 'over 18 rule', it didn't seem to work all the time. It
's very hard to judge the age of an Asian at times, especially if the disco
has low lighting and the sound is turned up too high to ask any questions.
Much as I tried to observe the 'over 17 or 18 standard', I know I failed
one evening, when a young guy came home with me in the taxi, and once he'd
stripped, it was obvious that he had a couple of years to go. We didn't do
a great deal, just a quick JO and when he dressed and said he had to go
early, as he had high school in the morning, I knew I'd bungled.

Tourist numbers started dropping rapidly after a few bombs and fanatical
Muslims raided some hotels which had gained world-wide attention. It was
sad to see hotels and restaurants going out of business, which six months
earlier had been thriving and full of happy patrons, and always a good
place to make new friends. Within months, people stopped coming to many of
these places, and life became very quiet. It's probably what the Muslim
fanatics wanted, as singing and dancing and being happy didn't seem to be
on their agenda.

At one hotel, shortly before it closed, I was always being met by a very
cute lad, but he was not out of high school. He kept asking if he could
come back to my house, but it was a risk I wasn't prepared to take. While
it was very pleasant bumping into someone as cute as this, and him wanting
to hold hands, I felt rather uneasy about it. I had seen instances of
people being set-up in Thailand, and didn't want to sample the insides of a
Jakarta prison. I'm sure that now he is over 18, he is having no problems
finding a source of income.

In spite of being a strongly Muslim country, hotel managers didn't seem to
mind too much if a guy came back with another guy for the night. Nice girls
just didn't do that sort of thing, although there was no shortage of
not-so-nice girls if that's what was wanted.

Before I arrived in Yogya, a local gay guy had told me in an e-mail, that I
needn't worry about trying to meet someone. He said that he had to move
house a few times, as guys were coming to his door, asking for bit of
action. At the time I thought he was exaggerating a little, but I soon
found this to be true, and quite a few times, an SMS would arrive, asking
if I was free for an hour that evening.

Sometimes an expat about to return to their country would ask if their
protege could be taken care of, and on one occasion I was happy to oblige.
This young man would turn up at the house once a week, and was happy to
service or be serviced. It gave both of us much needed stress relief, and
also gave the lad a bit of pocket money for the week ahead.

Further east in Java, the people were much more conservative, and it was
extremely difficult to meet someone, although not impossible. I had been to
see a movie, and was sauntering - ok - looking, through a city park, when
two guys approached me from different directions. One was obviously used to
this, and the other guy was very hesitant. He was certainly the least pushy
of the two, and after a coffee, we both ended up in my hotel room. While
the pushy one kept feeling me up and vice-versa, the neophyte wasn't sure
what to do, although he was obviously turned on judging by the tent it his
jeans. He was nicely built as well as handsome, but as things heated up, I
reluctantly showed him the door, as he didn't want to do anything in front
of a stranger, and I was getting to the point of needing some relief.

As soon as we had the room to ourselves, my friend stripped and lay on the
bed. He was a good size for a short guy, and I lowered myself onto his
waiting cock, and within seconds, I had blasted a load across the bed and
onto the wall, closely followed by feeling something shooting into me. We
curled up together and slept through the night.

The following evening, my new friend didn't come to the hotel as promised,
but another walk in the same park ended up with the same result, this time
with a young man about to enter university, but not before I entered him!

Other parts of Indonesia were much the same, and during my travels, rarely
had a weekend night alone.

The biggest change I saw however was in Singapore. At first, it was 'boring
city', and gay life was very hidden. Yet in the space of a few years, gay
clubs and bars were opening, and as my hotel was right next to a popular
gay bar, I had to go and test the waters so to speak. I had hardly entered
the door when one of the waiters, a beautiful Malay/Chinese guy of about
21, asked me if I would wait for him until he finished work, six hours
later. I was sorry to have to tell him that was just too long, and wandered
around the bar. Then a handsome guy stepped up to me and started chatting.
He was doing his military service, which meant that his parents thought he
was on the base. He came back to my hotel with me, and we had a rather nice
weekend together. I always did like a nice bit of Chinese.

Eventually, I met 'mister right'; someone who had the same temperament as
me, liked reading, swimming and had an interest in the environment, and not
least, was also gay with a liking for older guys. OK; much older guys.

Most Indonesians cannot swim, and due to a poor education system, reading
is often not popular, and the TV programs reflect the general population's
low expectations. While this may sound very pompous, it was a fact of life,
and also their disregard for the environment took a lot of getting used to.
Rubbish was dropped everywhere, no-one thought twice about emptying their
car's sump oil straight into the waste water system/open drains, and the
canals were choked with debris, helping to ensure a rapid flood when the
next heavy rains occurred.

So it was a great relief to find the guy I'd been looking for after four
years, who enjoys a good book, loves to swim and we both enjoyed getting
out and admiring the animals and birds of our local environment. We met in
Yogyakarta, and moved to Australia two years later; I can proudly say that
we're happily in a partnership, he's studying at an Aussie university, and
I'm sure that one day he'll become famous, and hopefully rich!

I miss the diversity I had for four years, but have settled down to a
steady, loving partnership.