I would wake up around 10AM every morning.  This gave me enough time to shower and get dressed.  I would usually make it to the restaurant right at the end of breakfast.  My travel guide would sometimes make appointments to meet with me earlier in the morning, and I always made her wait.  I should feel bad about that, but I don’t.  After breakfast, I would head back to my room to fetch my backpack and meet up with the pretty little housegirl.  She was a real sweetheart.  She had difficulty saying “Good Morning.”  We would meet in the hallway and she would say, “Good Afternoon!  Oh!  Sorry!  Good Morning!”  We would laugh and wave at each other.  That little exchange would take place almost every single morning and she got cuter every time she said it.  She would clean the rooms barefoot.  I gotta hand it to her, she was very brave because there were some nights …. oh my.  I don’t have to tell you what happened in that room on some nights. 

I spent the first part of the afternoon in Bangkok having fun with the local kids playing video games or bowling.  Sometimes I would catch a Thai movie playing at the Cineplex.  I remember one movie in particular named “Demonic Beauty.”  It was more of a comedy than a horror flick.  Ultra-camp, good spirited … just a lot of fun.  They don’t make movies like that in the states anymore.  I guess they make them sometimes, but they’re usually lost in the sea of crap that is shot out of Hollywood’s asshole every week.  I would take a light lunch and maybe have a couple drinks before heading off to Soi Cowboy for the perfect end to the afternoon.  I already described my visit to the club where the girls rotated on platforms.  I would also frequent the much beloved and world famous massage parlors in Bangkok.  Getting a handjob is cheap and easy and I always got a decent massage too.  My favorite part during the encounter was the first part — bathing.  I would take off all my clothes and the young lady would bathe me.  It’s perfect!  I’m a lazy man and having someone soap me up and give me a good scrubbing is all I really need in life.  If I were a rich man, I would totally hire someone to bathe me every day.  There’s nothing sexual about it either.  I love taking showers.  I love taking showers with women even more.  And taking a shower with a woman who will do all the work … that’s the goal in life.  Some people want to cure cancer, end world hunger, bring about world peace, and while those are all noble and great endeavors … I’d prefer something simpler.  Just an extra set of hands (preferrably attached to an Asian female) while I take a shower. 

The massage would ensue and I would reach a state of total relaxation before the young woman would ask in some sort of roundabout way if I wanted that little something extra.  “Uh-huh.”  I wasn’t capable of forming any words at this time.  She would remove the towel if it wasn’t already gone and begin to jerk me off.  Most were willing to let me finger them while they gave the handjob.  It was helpful if not a surefire way to speed things up for her.  I’m sure she had a lot of cocks to pump that day.  It’s like an oilman working those spigots or whatever they’re called.  That’s a terrible analogy.  I clearly don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.  And that’s it!  A happy ending to a happy afternoon.

I would leave Soi Cowboy at around 5 or 6 PM and grab a hearty supper before raising hell all night long.  What would go on during those Bangkok nights?  Ahhhh, I’m saving those stories for other times.  The interesting part of this post is that I just realized how I gained so much weight!  All of my experiences revolve around eating.  Damn!  This fucker needs to start jogging. 

I used to be a boxer.  I used to be a contender!  Now I’m just a schmuck writing in my blog drinking cheap whiskey.

Arriba, Bajo, Al Centro, y Adentro!

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