Day 25, Sunday 13th September 2015 My last full day, but also a surprisingly full and active day – apart from the occasional toilet visit I was to feel as well as I had on any day this holiday. I woke relatively early to a ping of a text from my Australian friend – did I want breakfast at 11am – yes ok. 11am arrives and I am showered and dressed and J is still sleeping like a baby, so I leave him with the door key still inserted so that the fan keeps going. I head down to see my friend who, as ever, is already there. His holiday has several weeks yet to run, mine finishes tomorrow morning. Back up to J, the maid kindly lets me back in, he is awake, but he is also clearly a troubled little cherub, his boss has phoned him, there is a discrepancy of over 600 baht in what he says the till took and what is in the cash box. He is not blaming J as he thinks he knows who took it, but J is feeling responsible as cashier. He needs to have his mind taken off it! LOL I undress have a shower and come back to bed with him – he knows immediately what’s on my mind and at first he feigns disinterest but lots of hugs and kisses and he warms to the situation and reaches round to feel my cock which is hard and ready. He strokes it a while and then sucks on it, and, as I reach for the KY and lie on my back he straddles me and slowly lowers himself onto my cock. I see the grimace on his face as my cock pushes through his sphincter but then he is smiling again and starts to ride me, slowly at first and then a bit faster. I watch in fascination as his cock first starts to thicken, and then stiffen as he does so. I also note that it is no longer bandaged and gently I reach to stroke it; he doesn’t stop me. Its clearly still a bit tender especially when I pull his foreskin back to expose the head of his cock – it really is quite a pretty one! Time to change and I encourage him onto all fours and push his shoulders down so that his bum is fully exposed to me and I watch intently as I get behind him and ease my cock back into his ass again. He is taking the full length without any problem and my balls bang gently on his bum every time I get fully inside him. I must watch too much porn but I love seeing my cock almost totally withdraw and then push back inside again. Ease him onto his back, push a pillow under his bum so I can get deeper, and he raises his legs and I feel his hands on my bum cheeks gently pulling me in. I up the pace a bit now and he is still smiling at me, it feels so good and within a few minutes I can feel my cum rapidly building up. He is stroking his cock as I do so. I cum first deep inside him and my body gives an involuntary shudder as I do so. He still hasn’t cum himself yet. I withdraw quickly but carefully so as not to hurt him and then shuffle down until my mouth is almost touching his cock. I pull his foreskin fully back and slowly and gently start licking the head of his cock. He is trying to push me away but his hips are now bucking like mad and he cums on my face and in my mouth. There is a look of both pain and ecstasy on his face which then breaks into this huge smile. Despite the fact that I still have his cum in my mouth and on my chin he reaches down, puts his hands on either side of my face and pulls my head up and kisses me deeply as his legs wrap around mine. That was good!, in fact it was bloody good!, best session with him yet. He is hungry now and orders room service, I have to yell at him to grab a towel as he wanders naked to open the door for the girl bringing the food! LOL He sits on his towel on the floor to eat, watching TV of course as he does. He dresses, he has to go, he is going to buy a new cash-box for his boss – one with a key! I had seen the old one it was an old plastic food tub with a press-down lid! Pausing only for another Cialis tablet, followed by another (largely precautionary) trip to the toilet, and I was already contemplating my final massage this holiday with Chai. It was later than I normally go and when I messaged him there was clear sense of relief that I hadn’t forgotten – I wait for you he said with a smiley face added. Chai was inside waiting for me and welcomes me as usual, and all the usual questions about what I was up to – although I never mentioned J. I am going to miss his massages, but I shall also miss his friendly chatter. He was trying to see if there was any way I could come back for a second massage later this evening as I had done once before last holiday but I said there was no way I could today – if he is looking for extra money then he is going to have to earn it now! LOL. The massage itself progressed thoroughly and pleasantly and on turn over time my cock was happily waving at him. When it came to the rub and tug bit I noticed that he was again sitting quite close to me as he did so. Again I reminded him that he would get a double tip if his cock came out. He gave a nervous laugh and said no but I noticed his eyes checking out the curtains to ensure that there were no gaps. I rested my hand on his leg, no reaction, so I moved it up to his cock, again no reaction. So I moved to undo his belt and I felt him pause, but again he didn’t try to stop me. Ok so unzip and tried to pull his trousers down a bit but he had to help me – so he was definitely going for this then. He had coloured pants on and the bulge of his cock was clear, not fully hard yet but he was getting there. A slip of my hand inside his pants and it was wrapped around his cock and I felt it pulse and thicken more. I tried to pull his pants down and again he had to lift his bum and help me. I was now matching him stroke for stroke; a couple of minutes and my fingers were playing with the pre-cum seeping out the head of his cock. Sadly there was no way I could cum but I wanted to watch him cum. He has a stroke himself, and then I take over. Last holiday on the last day in the same situation I had surprised him by leaning over and sucking on the head of his cock as he cum – he clearly remembered and this time kept sufficient distance away. But he was building up to cum I could see that and I tightened my grip just a little and focussed on the head of his cock and ‘bingo!’ out it cum, all over my tummy and cock. Thank heavens for the modesty towel to mop it all up! LOL He was quickly putting his cock back into his trousers as I did so. Once again he had only been prepared to let me do that on the last day. Was it just the extra money, was it because he knew that was what I wanted, or was it just to ensure that he wouldn’t be forgotten over the coming months when I was back in England? Anyhow he had earned his double tip! Everything tidy and my cock starting to soften and he comes up and sits behind my head and massages my head – back to chatting away like nothing had happened. He showed me pictures on his phone of a small brightly coloured scooter he wanted to start buying for him and his girlfriend – ok now I understand the need for extra cash, he wants a deposit/down-payment on a new bike. And thinking about it, of the 25 days of my holiday, I had visited him on 15 of those so he had collectively done quite well out of me as I tip him quite generously I guess – at least most of you would think so. I dress and there is time not only to give him his tip but to take a (badly posed) picture and have a hug from him. As I leave the booth he pats my bum and says ‘see you next year’, and he probably will if he is still working in Pattaya. I pay for the massage and publically tip him and it’s a friendly but unemotional departure. He is a Facebook friend and we keep in touch between my holidays. A final take from the K-Bank ATM – don’t really need it but it’s also good to have a float to bring over with me next time and I still have some left in my account as well. I had kept easily to budget over the last couple of weeks (although I didn’t today), as you will have noticed I was less active and there were a lot less Short Times and, drinking only water, my bar tabs had also been a whole lot smaller. I made my way back to my room at the Queen Victoria, there to start the dismal task of packing. I have my packing list as a check and I tick-off what goes into my take-home bag and what stays in my hotel bag. It really is time to junk some of it. I carry two pairs of shorts for example, I can’t recall ever having worn shorts in Pattaya for many years – at least one needs to go. Long-sleeved shirts – only wore one twice here this time, I have six – four at least can come back to England with me. I have a stock of sprays and medicines that I have been hanging onto for several years – time to heave them out And so it went on, as one of life’s natural hoarders I was quite proud of the full bin and the pile of clothes I left by the door for the cleaner to pick through or dispose of tomorrow as she wanted. The rest of the day was largely a tour of the bars and farewell to friends and one final Short-time up in my room with a girl I had had my sights on since I first arrived three weeks ago, Yui from Pussy Club, a deservedly popular girl on Soi 6 at the moment. It's the evening and outside the weather was deteriorating fast, with thunder playing dramatically over head and the odd heavy spots of rain falling. I still had one visit on my list and it looked like now or never. Taxi-bike to Soi 13/4 and the rain was starting to fall more steadily as I entered Boyztown. Vit thought I had forgotten him (I hadn’t messaged him this time) but he was all smiles as he got up to greet me. Paying up-front at reception as always, he kicks off his shoes at the foot of the stairs and leads me up to our usual room. We both have ‘semi’s’ on as we walk to the shower, I am already a bit wet from the rain. He washes me carefully and then says he will join me shortly, he is going to clean his ass isn’t he. LOL He joins me and we embrace – no tongues, he still doesn’t do tongues! And we agree to dispense with the massage part this time, but the massage oil is there and he puts out two condoms this time! We are still standing together, ensuring that each other’s cock is good and ready. He is clearly enjoying having his cock stroked and played with, the beads of pre-cum are soon oozing from his cock. Instinctively I drop to my knees and start to lick and suck round the head of his cock; and he is soon holding my head in his hands and pressing me into his groin. I look up he has his eyes closed and within seconds he is emptying his balls down my throat – I try not to gag and keep my mouth firmly around his cock until his orgasmic spasms subside. I turn him round to face the wall, spread his legs slightly and lean him forward; my turn now. Lube and condom and I am easing my cock into his ass, I feel him pushing backwards as I do so – he is loving this really isn’t he. Standing here, holding his hips I can fuck him for ages and at different speeds. He shuffles back towards me a bit and bends further forward so that I can get deeper in his ass. I reach round with my right hand, his cock is getting hard again and I stroke it until he takes a hand himself. Ok time for him to kneel on the bed, ass up, head down; his ass is gaping at me as I push in once more. I have lost weight, I can look down and see every thrust I make into him. Then lie him face down with his legs together and I lie on top, still inside him with my legs outside his. This way his ass is clamping down on my cock – I don’t last long, a few more thrusts and I come in the condom. He examines the condom and looks surprised and then gives one of his little laughs. His turn, he kneels in front of me and I lie down with my ass lifted onto his knees and my legs around his waist as he puts his condom on. Lots of lube and I feel the head of his cock pushing at my ‘ring’. I try to relax, and actually its easier this time and feels less uncomfortable as he pushes his way in. He is playing with my cock as he does this but although it thickens a little it is not getting hard again. Now he withdraws and puts a pillow under my bum and lies on top of me and I feel him enter again – easily this time and as he fucks me I wrap my legs around his – I am nowhere near as elastic as him these days but I was doing my best. This time he is fucking me for quite a while before I feel him speed up. Yep, his eyes are closed as well in concentration, a few more thrusts and he cums and he collapses on top of me for a few seconds – he really isn’t very heavy despite all his ‘fitness’ training and attempts to ‘bulk-up’. He rolls off me and lies alongside me with his head resting on my shoulder. He is still trying to get my cock hard again and he has almost succeeded. He moves down to start giving me a BJ – he doesn’t normally like that much, I urge him into ‘69’ so that I can reciprocate. To start with it’s a slow unhurried BJ each. Sadly he won’t get me to cum and for a while I doubt I can get him to cum again, but I keep going, giving it my best and use my hand to play with his balls or push a finger gently into his ass. Can’t see his eyes this time, but when his hips start to buck and I feel him thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth I know. He didn’t cum much this time, but still three times in just over an hour; what it is to be young and horny! He is in no hurry to finish this session and lies alongside me again just chatting. I will miss the cuddles of J when I go home tomorrow, but I will sure as hell miss these ‘massages’ with Vit and the horny, filthy sex that goes with them. He has made me cum every one of the eleven times that I have seen him this holiday – nobody else has even come close to matching that in all the recent holidays that I remember! It says a lot about how far my boundary chasing has taken me this holiday, but it also says a lot about how much more comfortable Vit himself is with his ‘gay for pay’ lifestyle. But now it is time to shower again and get to run my hands all over his body one last time this trip. Back to the room we take pictures – he still will not allow cock-shots but in the one close-up of his pants the outline of his cock is clear – and no its not fully soft is it – horny little bugger! This time I give him a substantial (double) tip. That was a stupendous last session – sexy memories indelibly ingrained in my memory and a huge happy smile on my face that couldn’t be dampened by the rain outside which was falling steadily but not yet heavily. A hug and a kiss and I am on my way; I opt for a taxi-bike back to Soi 6 nevertheless. Back up in my room I rest and catch-up with these notes, there is a lot that I do not wish to forget today. The rain gets heavier, far heavier, I can hear it clearly now, beating on the roof of the hotel. I open the window onto the balcony and peer over quickly, the soi is largely deserted, everyone about is holed up in a bar as the rain bounces back off the tarmac. It’s only about 11pm on my last night, am I to stay trapped by the rain in my room? I remember that in the bottom of my hotel bag is a green plastic cape that Perry the boss of Perry Bar gave me a few years back under similar weather conditions. I call TC, yes he is in Perry Bar; he hadn’t even realised that it was raining! I rummage in the hotel bag and find this cape, it is a pale green colour and looks the ‘cheap and nasty’ sort – like huge pale green condom. Nevertheless it was my salvation now; my shoes would be soaked within seconds but I was planning on binning those anyway tomorrow morning. Out I went down the external stairs, the old doorman was billeted inside, I took the opportunity to ask for a knock on the door at 7am tomorrow and to expect J again tonight. So I ventured forth into the puddled waters of Soi 6 with the rain beating down on my cape – which, despite how it looked, was actually proving very effective! I entered Perry Bar and surveyed the scene, TC was on his own with the cashier and listening to ‘Simply Red’ on the sound system. I realised that I was creating a puddle on the floor, so pulled off my cape, gave it a quick shake outside and came and sat with TC. He was in pensive almost mournful mood; there were a few slips in his bar bin suggesting that this was very far from being his first Sangsom and Coke of the night. I, of course ordered water. At least in Perry Bar now my bottle of water comes with a slice or two of lemon swimming around in the bottom of it, a welcome hint of flavour. TC clearly had ‘Simply Red’ on a ‘greatest hits’ loop, now I don’t dislike Simply Red – at least I didn't think that I did until now, but I did start to think it was perhaps time to do a few fond farewells elsewhere on Soi 6! LOL On with my green condom again and out into the Soi, it was still raining, although perhaps not quite so hard. Hardly anyone about not even taking shelter in the bars – Sky Bar looked virtually empty, no sign of Bee in Spider Girl, but at least I was welcomed in Pussy Club. I ordered my water and my afternoon Short Time, Yui, was suddenly all over me again – so yes a ladydrink for her; a rainy evening in low season has its benefits for the intrepid monger – well the foolhardy one anyway. Stayed an hour or so, it was a nice light-hearted way to finish my evening on Soi 6, no mawkish moments with over-emotional farewells. By about 1am it felt time to leave, my bar bin was respectable without being unduly damaging to my wallet, Yui seemed fairly drunk and I had drunk my fill of water! Time to head back to my hotel room and await J’s arrival. As it happened he wasn’t too late (in J terms), turning up as he did at 2.45am. As he goes to shower I wake myself up from my sleep. Its all going to be a bit of a rush tomorrow morning, if I am going to have a last shag with J it probably needs to be tonight. I suspect he was thinking the same thing – I heard lots of spraying with the bum gun (how aptly named!). He emerges and gets into bed with me and starts kissing and hugging me. I reach for his cock and he doesn’t try and stop me, it’s getting hard rapidly; now he has his hand on mine. I shuffle up a bit and now are cocks are aligned and I can stroke them together; one of us has pre-cum I can feel it all sticky as I ‘polish’ our heads. J has his arms all around me and his kissing becomes more passionate. He lies alongside me and then rotates so that his bum is pressing against my cock, his hand has slid between us trying to position my cock against his ass hole. I reach for the KY, there isn’t that much left in the tube but there is enough, I wipe some on my cock and use two fingers to wipe some on his ass and into his ass. I move my cock back into position and he is already pushing back. I hear a gasp from him as the head of my cock pushes through. In this position I can easily reach-around and stroke his cock as I push deep into his ass; damn that feels good! We shift positions, I take him from behind, still giving him a reach-around. Then onto his back with a pillow under his bum, he has his legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I push back into his ass. I try to spare him my weight, but he has his arms around me pulling me onto him so that he can kiss me as I fuck him. I can cum again, I know I can; this time it is me closing my eyes and concentrating, as with a few final thrusts into his ass I do cum with him trying to kiss my face off as I do. I realise that his hand is working furiously on his cock while all this is going on and then a feel that hot sticky jet of cum on my tummy and chest. We roll-around a bit hugging and kissing. The last few wet-wipes in the packet come in handy to clean us up. Back into the shower again and then back to bed to snuggle up together and try and sleep – it has gone 4am – only three hours until the ‘wake-up’ knock on the door. I must have fallen asleep quickly and soundly with J still wrapped around me because it only seemed like moments later when there was indeed that ‘knock on the door’. Day 26, Monday 14th September 2015 The knock had come promptly at 7am, I disentangled myself from J and went and opened the door and thanked the old doorman and slipped him 100 baht. He touches his cap – old school fashion and closes the door. I need to stay out of bed and stay awake. I phone TC as promised and I get a sleepy, slightly grumpy reply. Then to shower and shave and pack away the last few things. That green condom I used to protect me from the rain is just about dry and I pack it carefully away. By 7.30 I need to phone TC again – he is more chirpy this time, and I need to wake J – he is less chirpy. Indeed he is in an odd mood, a bit sulky and talking about how I will soon forget him when I get home. It takes a lot of hugs and kisses to reassure him that that will be far from the case. There seems precious little chance of breakfast downstairs at this time, but I had anticipated this an had left a couple of packets of cornflakes out with some milk in the fridge. J is sad, almost tearful, but his eyes are red, He wants to go now and not see me go off in a taxi he says. A last hug and a lingering kiss and he is out the door. J had been with me eight nights and I was surprised at how sad I felt to see him go. But I have a feeling that I shall be seeing him again one day! It was almost 8am and the packing was all but complete, just the room safe to empty really, always leave that until last, a quick check of all the drawers, a look under the bed and a few seconds looking over the balcony at the soi below me. Window shut, bags gathered, key in my hand and close the door behind me. Down two flights of stairs and leave my hotel bag, complete with straw hat, outside Vic’s office door. Shake the hand of the old doorman and down the final stairs and into reception. Just the one girl about, but trust me to find the one with the poorest English. I had to do three things – tell her about the bag left outside Vic’s office, hand-over the key to check out, and find the taxi-driver – no sign of the taxi yet. Twice, three times I explained these three requests and still a look of blank incomprehension on her face – I think we were both getting edgy with frustration. A car pulls up outside the front door – well that’s that problem solved, I press the key into this girl’s hand – ‘you want check-out?’ she says! I wrap her fingers around the key, pick up my travel bag and head out the front door to the waiting taxi. My hotel bag will just have to sort itself out – as will the befuddled girl on reception. Bag in the boot and I sit in one of the back seats as my female driver (same one as took me to and from Don Muang) slips through the snicket with Spidergirl Bar, up Soi 6/1 and onto Second Road. She drives fast does this lady and I have told her twice that we need to collect TC and I have told her that the hotel is on the corner with Soi 5 just past McDonalds and still she manages to overshoot. No problem she says, puts the car into reverse and is now travelling backwards up Second Road until she can turn in to the Carlton forecourt, happily ignoring the odd car horn as she does so. TC is actually ready for once, I can see him just inside the foyer all suited-up. A few seconds later he is strapped in beside me and we are heady off to Swampy! Our driver takes the most intriguing circuitous route along the back streets, and then miraculously pops up on the Sukhumvit Road having neatly avoided all the traffic lights and early morning queues of traffic that we normally encounter. Our driver is making swift progress, overtaking and lane-hopping at will and at the same time trying to hold conversations on two different phones at the same time. TC remembers, this is the lady he complained about a couple of years ago who he though drove too fast and weaved about too much. He begins a lively banter with her – is she trying to kill us? She gave as good as she got. I did whisper to him that he was the one who needed to be at Suvarnabhumi before me! My solution was simple, close my eyes and try to sleep a bit – and I did for 30 or 40 minutes, and the driver and TC were still going at it – I could tell that TC was only teasing – I wonder if she could. We had reached the airport in about 90 minutes, we had allowed two hours so we had time in hand. I had to virtually twist TC’s arm behind his back to extract a 100 baht note from him to put with mine as a tip to the driver. What’s more I made him give it to her LOL. Inside I went with him to the BA desk and TC came back a few minutes later brandishing a Club World Boarding Card. He then followed me to the Eva desks. There was a small queue and the three economy stands, and two empty ones a ‘Laurel’ their business class. Go and try there he urged me, they are doing nothing. Ill-advisedly I followed his advice – and of course got turned away to the economy lines which I apologetically headed towards, standing in what I perceived to be the shortest line. TC heads through security as I have no idea how long I will be – I have plenty more time than he does, but not before he hands me a tab from his cigarette packet and a handful of baht notes and asks me to get him two cartons to bring through customs for him at LHR. It takes about 20 minutes to get to the front of the check-in queue – everyone in front of me seemed to have some issue with their ticket or their luggage that needed sorting. Once it was my turn I was there less than one minute while they checked my passport, my E-ticket and issued me with my boarding card and confirming the seat reservation that I had made a couple of months ago. Security is light and virtually no queue at all, there is a short queue at Immigration but only about 10 minutes and then I am through to departures, but with about two hours to wait before my gate opens and further hour before planned take-off. I buy TC’s cigarettes, he had given me exactly the right money. I call him, he is ordering a coffee and do I want one – tea please I said. I find him and there is a small tea-pot, cup, saucer and milk waiting for me. My tea and his coffee had set him back almost 500 baht - outrageous prices. We chat for a while and review our respective holidays, he knows about J and still can’t get his head round it (neither can I really). Time marches on and he wants a few minutes in the smokers room before he goes to his boarding gate. All being well he will land in Heathrow just over an hour before me, but he has to get from terminal five to terminal two to meet me and my taxi. Its now 10.45am and 90 minutes before even my gate opens. I make my tea last and ensure I empty the pot, but there are not many other customers and lots of free tables so I am not hassled to leave. I take opportunity to ensure that my holiday notes are all up-to-date. I send texts to J but get no response, he is probably soundly asleep again at this time of the day. I move on and down to the area just above my boarding gate where I find a quiet corner, send a few more text messages and write a few more notes. I can see our plane already docked at our boarding gate – so at least it is on time. Once the boarding gate opens I head down, if only for the change of scenery. Here I get my last ‘This Is Thailand’ moment as boarding commences. There is a glass corridor from the boarding gate area to the aircraft, it has two entrances, both onto the same corridor. Two staff members emerge with little placards to call passengers to be seated in that zone. Zone A for the left hand door, and then a few minutes later Zone B is called for the right hand one. And so it proceeds, but woe betide anyone who goes to the wrong door, even when called, as they are sent, tail between their legs, across to the other door. But like I said, both doors open onto exactly the same corridor! LOL Eventually we are all boarded and we take-off more or less on time. I review the films, but there isn’t one that I really want to see. On the other hand the TV selection has the full series 5 episodes of Game of Thrones – I had watched the first episode on the way over and had gotten hooked. I worked out that if I watched every episode, including the first one again, it would take up a huge chunk of the projected twelve hour flight time. I don’t remember much about the two in-flight meals except that they were adequate and edible. I chose ginger-ale to drink (non alcoholic), I was fed up the back teeth with water! The final episode of my TV series was just in the closing stages as we landed and finished just before we reached the docking bay at Terminal Two. TC had earlier said he would wait for me at the departure exit. Quick trip to the toilet and then the long walk to passports and there were substantial queues. There was a far shorter queue at the electronic scanned passport control, I had never used one before but now seemed a good time to try. You go, on your turn, to the booth and place your passport to be scanned, it matches you up with your passport and a green light comes on a pair of short doors swing open and you are through. Seemed easy enough. What I did notice was that there were quite a few failures and for these people there was a side exit staffed by an immigration officer and here there were only ever three or four people waiting. Tried as best I could, but either I was doing it wrong or my passport photo was crap, but I kept getting red lights until the machine basically told me to bugger-off. So I waited in the failed attempts queue and a jovial immigration officer was soon checking my passport and letting me through. So that’s a handy little tip when the main passport lanes are overflowing as they were this evening – use the electronic lane. Past baggage collection, through customs and out and there was both TC and our taxi waiting for me. A short walk, up an escalator and to the car and we were speeding out way away from Heathrow in the general direction of the Midlands. I arrived back home a few hours later, my son had waited up – he wanted to show me the decorating he had done and a few changes that he and his girlfriend had made to my house! It was a little too much to take in and I tried to sound interested and appreciative, but right now what I was really far more appreciative of was that he had put my electric blanket on to air and warm the bed. And that same bed was calling to me – I needed sleep – I had a busy day at the office scheduled for tomorrow starting at 9am! Suddenly I felt that I was decidedly 'back in harness', with Thailand once again that dream-land of wonderful sexual encounters so very far away!
