Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2006 06:13:15 -0500
From: Mr. Sleaze <mrsleaze@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pattaya Boy Chronicles: Part One

This takes place in Pattaya,
Thailand and involves relationships between older westerners and young, Thai
barboys.  Hope you like it.

PATTAYA BOY CHRONICLES: Part One
By Mr. Sleaze

It was a Thursday night during low season in Pattaya, Thailand.  This was my
fourth trip here, so I was already an old hand by now.  I was in one of the
many "gogo bars" located in and around the section known as "Boyztown."
It's true.  There's actually a street in this town with a big overhead sign
that says "Boyztown."  How cool is that?  Pattaya, and the rest of Thailand
for that matter, has a system that's pretty unique in the world as far as I
know.  In the case of a gogo bar, there's a stage, usually in the center of
the room, with anywhere from ten to forty boys standing and maybe gyrating
to the loud music.  The boys are usually attired in nothing but skimpy
briefs.  Each boy has a number pinned to his shorts.  Usually, there is
seating in the form of chairs or sofas, typically faux leather, around the
stage.  As soon as you enter the bar, you're expected to order a drink,
generally costing around $2.50.  In addition to the boys on stage, there are
often many more boys sitting on little stools in front of the stage.  The
boys usually rotate their positions every few minutes so that all the
customers can get a good look at each boy.  If it's a good bar, they'll have
a variety of boys to suit all tastes.  Some bars specialize in one type of
boy.  For example some feature big, muscle boys.  Others specialize in
"ladyboys", while still other bars have a preponderance of smaller, boyish
looking lads.  I prefer the ones that present a variety of boys so that you
can go with your friends and there'll be someone for everybody.  By law, all
the boys have to be over 18, but sometimes that's not adhered to, so you
have to be careful.

All of the boys are "available" as are the waiters, bartender, doormen, DJ
and even the "mamas an."   Here's how it works.  If you're smitten with one
of the boys, you can call over one of the waiters, or the mamas an, and tell
him the number of the boy you like.  The boy will come over and sit with
you.  If you're lucky, he'll just stay as he is in his little bikini
underpants. Or, he may slip into a pair of shorts and/or a tank top.  The
waiter will immediately ask you if you want to buy the boy a drink and, of
course, you will.  The boy will probably know a little bit of Pidgin English
and you can exchange pleasantries such as names, ages, where you're from and
so on.  In the meantime, he'll cuddle up to you and probably give you a
little massage, maybe on your legs.  His hands will eventually work their
way to your inner thigh and then your swollen, throbbing cock.  He won't
object if you feel his sweet, Asian penis either. In all likelihood, he'll
let you tongue kiss him, right there in the bar. As things progress, he or
the waiter or mamas an will suggest that you "take boy."  This is how both
the boy and bar make their income.

If you decide to "take off" the boy, a "bar fine" will be added to your
bill.  This generally amounts to about five or six dollars.  It represents
the fee to the bar for taking the boy off the premises and depriving them of
his "services" for the night.  Some bars also have, for an additional fee,
"short time" rooms, for those customers that don't have a suitable room to
take the boy to.  However, no hotel will object or hassle you if you take
back a "friend", although some may charge a "joiners" fee.  When the boy is
about to take his leave, you're expected to tip him.  This usually amounts
to about $25 to $35.  The fee isn't discussed in advanced.  The amount, as
they say in Thailand, is "up to you."  However, you don't want to get a
reputation as a "Cheap Charlie." News on the boys' gossip network travels
fast.

The Lucky Bar was located on a soi adjacent to but not actually in Boyztown.
  I was sitting by myself, sipping a gin and tonic, taking in the scene.  It
was a slow night and there were only about ten boys on the stage.  There was
an Isaan music concert going on that night and many of the boys had taken
the night off.  All of a sudden, off in one corner of the stage, almost
hidden by one of the chrome poles, I spotted a most intriguing little
urchin. He was all of about five feet and couldn't have weighed more than 90
pounds. He had long hair, a little too long, which he had to keep brushing
out of his eyes; and beautiful black eyes they were. However, he was all
boy, not a katoey or ladyboy. I'm not sure if he was shy or just being coy.
On any given night, in any given bar, there will be a number of boys who
just got off the bus from "up country."  They may never have worked in a
bar, never been with a farang and, for that matter, maybe never even had
sex, gay or straight.  It was hard to tell if the little waif in question
belonged to this group or had just developed a style to reel in customers
such as myself.  If that was the case, it worked.  After a few attempts, I
successfully made eye contact.  He flashed me a slight smile and I returned
a large, toothy grin.  He stood, almost stationary, with his hands clasped
together, covering the front of his little boy underpants.  It was quite
frustrating, indeed. I signaled with my hands for him to move his and he
obliged.  Bulging under the front panel of his boy briefs was a very
impressive package.  He had a large, erect cock and ample balls.  This was
no "little boy."  I happen to love the effect of a small body sporting a
big, long cock.

I hesitated for just a few seconds and then signaled for him to come and
join me.  To my delight, he came right over, as is, and sat down next to me
on the sofa.  It was all I could do to avoid ripping off his briefs and
giving him a blowjob right then and there.  He sat nice and close, so that
our legs touched.  After he ordered his drink, a Spy wine cooler, we
proceeded with the pleasantries.  His name was Nek and he came from up
north, in Chiang Rai Province.  It seems to me that the most beautiful boys
come from northern Thailand.  He recently turned 18 and had been in Pattaya
for a couple of weeks.  This was his third day working in the bar.  He
claimed that I was the first customer that offered to buy him a drink.
Unlike many of the boys who come to work in the bar, he had actually
finished high school.  His English was a cut above most, which was
advantageous.

Nek's skin was soft and smooth.  Except for his head, there wasn't a hair on
his body.  Well, I hadn't had the chance to check out his pubic region yet.
His skin was soft and as smooth as silk.  His body was slender and taut, but
not at all muscular.  He looked as if he could have been fifteen if that
old.  As we conversed and had our drinks, the tension on my end was thick
enough to cut with a knife.  I was like a school boy experiencing his first
crush.  Nek had a killer smile and a beautiful face. His almond shaped eyes
were large and black.  His nose was slightly flat against his face, but in
perfect proportion to the rest of his features.  He had large, full lips, so
red that they almost appeared to have lipstick, but they didn't.  His teeth
were white and dazzling.  Having him next to me, almost naked, was nearly
more than I could bear.  My erection practically burst through my jeans.  Oh
God, did I want him.

By now, he was nuzzled against me.  I had my arm around him and was
caressing his chest, nipples, stomach, navel, etc.  Every now and then, I
let my hand lightly brush against the bulge in his briefs.  He didn't
protest, so I got more brazen and let my hand rest there.  In the meantime,
he was massaging my leg and then my inner thigh.  It felt so incredibly
good.  After a few minutes, he suddenly put his hand squarely on my erect
cock and started rubbing it through my pants.  I had to move his hand away;
as I was afraid I would cum right then and there.  I definitely wanted to
save my love juice for later.
He turned and looked directly into my eyes.  I moved my head closer to his,
and before I knew it, our mouths were locked in a passionate kiss.  His long
tongue caressed the inside of my cheeks, the roof of my mouth, my teeth and
then, was practically down my throat and into my esophagus.  Simultaneously,
I worked my free hand under his waistband and wrapped my hand around his
engorged penis.  It was at least eight inches long and quite thick.  As I
stroked the shaft, I lubricated the silky smooth head with the precum
seeping from his slit.

After about ten or fifteen minutes of this, the mamas an approached and
asked me if I wanted to "take boy."  This is one of the things I find
annoying about some of the go-go bars.  Here I am, totally lost in the
passion of the moment, and reality rears its head to remind me that I'm in a
whore house.  However, I knew that there was no way I was going to resist my
little heart breaker, so I figured that now was about as good a time as any
to conclude business.  I indicated that I, indeed, wanted to take him and
the mamas an promptly added another bill to the bin.  Nek went off to get
dressed and I paid the check bin.  The whole bill for the two drinks and the
"bar fine" was about $10.

When Nek returned, he was decked out in tight, white denim jeans, hugging
him well below the waist, just above his pubic hair (if, indeed , he had
pubic hair) with the waistband of the same bikini he had been wearing
before, sticking out from the top.  He wore a black tank top and black
sneakers.  I tipped the mamas an and we were on our way. As it was still
early, I asked Nek if he'd like to go to another bar for a drink.

He smiled and said, "Up to you."

It probably sounds strange to take a boy out of a bar and bring him to
another bar.  You might think that would be the last place a bar boy would
want to go.  However, they often enjoy going to other bars; maybe to check
out the competition or to say hello to their friends in other bars.  Also,
they get to ogle the boys and get served as customers.

In any case, we chose a bar with a cabaret show.  He had another wine cooler
and I had a gin and tonic.  The show had a variety of acts, some of them
pretty erotic, including a shower show with two boys who ended up in the
altogether.  It was OK, but all I could concentrate on was the beautiful
specimen seated next to me.  I could also feel the heat of several pairs of
eyes burning on us from other farangs who wished they had seen him first.
Eat your hearts out, I thought.  My hands were all over Nek.  I tired to
slip my hands down the front of his pants, but they were too tight.  I did
manage to get my hand down the back of his pants and sample his little,
round ass.  I massaged the cleavage a few times before I withdrew.

When the show was over, I suggested we go back to my hotel, which was in the
heart of Boyztown.  I asked Nek if he was hungry and, thankfully, he wasn't.
  The front desk clerk took his ID card and we proceeded up my second floor
room.  I put the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside doorknob and locked the
door.  I offered Nek something from the minibar and he chose another wine
cooler.  I had a coke.  I handed him the remote control and he located MTV
on the television.  We sat on the edge of the bed, trying to overcome the
initial awkwardness of the situation.  My dick was hard as a rock and my
heart was racing at about 150 beats per minute.  I didn't want to rush
things as I wanted this night to last forever.  Finally, I asked Nek if he
wanted to take a shower.  (Thai boys almost always shower before they go to
sleep or have sex, as well as, after sex also.)  He suggested we shower
together, which I readily agreed to.  He quickly undressed, neatly folding
his clothes and placing them on an empty chair.  Before he took off his
underpants, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.  Thais can
be very modest.  I followed his lead and did the same.  We entered the
bathroom.  As I adjusted the shower, I could hear the splashing of Nek's
urine stream against the water in the toilet.  As immature as it may sound,
this excited me to no end.  When he finally joined me in the shower, I was
flabbergasted by the beauty of his nakedness.  He had a full erection that
stood straight out at attention. His large balls were perfectly round and
hairless; and by the way, he did have a little wisp of public hair.  I'm not
sure if he trimmed it or not, but the effect was quite nice.  I was also
hard as a rock, but felt a little inadequate when I compared my six inches
to his long and thick manhood.

Nek smiled and took the shower sprayer and applied warm water all over my
body, lingering at strategic spots such as my nipples and cock and balls.
He took a bar of soap and put suds over every inch of me.  I reciprocated
taking my time soaping up his hard on, as well as his balls and ass.  I
lathered up some soap on my hand and washed between the crevices of his ass
cheeks, realizing that my tongue would be exploring that region later.
After we rinsed off the soap, we stood under the shower head in a tight
embrace, his hard cock against mine. We engaged in a long, hard kiss.  This
time, it felt like his tongue went all the way down my throat into my
stomach.  We emerged from the shower, toweled off, wrapped the towels around
our waists and adjourned to the king sized bed, atop the covers.

We lay together like that for a while and slowly removed our towels.  Nek
climbed on top of me and lay on my stomach.  He felt wonderful against me.
His man meat dug into my pubic region as I stroked his back starting from
his neck, lingering at the small of his back and then lightly rubbing his
sumptuous, round ass.  His legs were splayed so that his cleavage was wide
enough for me to put my hand in his crack and lightly rub it against his
asshole, which was also hairless.  We kissed so hard that I thought he drew
blood.

I began to slowly explore his body with my mouth and tongue.  I kissed him
on both cheeks.  I worked my way to his neck and kissed him on both sides of
it.  I let my tongue drag across his chest until it reached his left nipple.
  I made circular motions with my tongue around each nipple.  Once
lubricated with my saliva. I took my thumb and rubbed each nipple several
times.  Nek made light, moaning sounds, almost like the purring of a cat.
Simultaneously, I cupped his balls and stroked his big cock.  I worked my
way there, but just gave his cockhead a light kiss, continuing on to his
legs, knees and feet.  I sucked each of his ten toes and then made my way
back to his middle region.  I turned him onto his stomach and guided him so
that he was on his hands and knees giving me access to his round, beautiful
buns.  I kissed him all over his ass cheeks and slowly inserted my tongue
inside, while my hand was around his cock.  His purring became louder and
became more of a scream.  I thrust my tongue as far up his asshole as it
would go.  His beautiful hole felt like silk against my tongue and I could
still smell the faint odor of the soap that I had washed him with.
Meanwhile, I detected what seemed like a quart of precum on my hand.  I
decided that I better stop "cleaning his refrigerator" (the Thai euphemism
for rimming) before he ejaculated. It was too soon for that.

I lay on my back and patted my chest, signaling him to come and sit on it
facing me.  He plopped his ass between my nipples and presented his massive
cock right at my mouth.  I placed a couple of pillows under my head so I
could get better access.  He rammed his thing into my mouth.  I could detect
the salty, stickiness of his precum.  I licked the head and then slurped
down each side, before placing the head into my mouth again.  He started
thrusting back and forth, faster and faster.  His cock was thick and hard.
I had to grab it around the base to prevent him from shoving it in too far
and causing me to gag.  Once we established a comfortable rhythm, I removed
my hand and put my two hands around his ass as he thrusted faster and
harder.  The index finger of my right hand found its way deep into his
asshole.  This seemed to arouse him even more, if that was possible.  His
breathing became rapid and shallow.  He started moaning, then screaming and
then shrieking.

"I'm cumming.  I'm cumming," he yelled.  He was one of those considerate
types who warn you when they're about to cum, so you have the option of
deciding whether or not to take his load in your mouth.  I always have a
dilemma in these situations because as much as I enjoy the taste of a nice
load of boy spunk, I also love to receive a facial.  In Nek's case I got the
best of both worlds.  I left his throbbing cock in my mouth for the first
spurt which amply filled up my mouth.  I felt it blast against the roof of
my mouth, tongue and teeth before I let it slide down my throat.  I quickly
pulled it out and aimed it directly at my face to receive three more
gigantic spurts.  I had sperm all over both sides of my face, my mouth,
under my nose and over the eyelids.  You have to be careful not to let it go
into your eyes, as that stuff can really burn.  When he finished squirting
his magic liquid all over my face, I took his penis in my hand and rubbed
the head on my lips, sort of like applying lipstick and on the sides of my
face.  I licked my lips to sample more of the delicious beverage.

Nek handed me a towel so I could wipe his semen off, but I declined.  I just
wanted to savor the texture and smell of his manliness as long as I could.

I asked Nek to turn around so that we were now in the "69" position.  I
started licking his asshole again.  I was so hard that I think I could have
cum without him touching me at all.  I pulled him up so he was sitting
upright on my face.  His hole was directly over my mouth as I thrusted my
tongue deeper and deeper into his body.  He writhed on top of my mouth
crushing my lips and nose with his ass. It just took a light touch of his
hand to set off my cock.  I unleashed a stream of sperm all over my chest
and stomach, as well as his back.   He stayed in this position for a while,
his ass smearing his previously ejaculated boy juice all over my face and
his ass.  He finally alighted from my face. We embraced and engaged in
another long kiss, this time quite messy, as there was sticky boy nectar all
over my face and mouth.  He didn't seem to mind, and I certainly didn't
either.

We took the obligatory shower.  I finally, but reluctantly, cleaned his
semen off my face.  We emerged from the shower and fell down, naked on the
bed.  Nek asked me if I wanted him to spend the night.  I told him that, as
far as I was concerned, I didn't want him to ever leave.  We collapsed in
exhaustion, his arm across my chest and one leg over mine.  I don't know
about Nek, but I had happy dreams that night.  I always do when I can share
my bed with a beautiful Thai boy.


To be continued