Your most unexpected encounter

[Chuai-Duai]

A long time ago I was staying at a hotel in Bali. My television wasn’t working so I called down to reception and they said that someone would come and check it. Nothing happened immediately and it was some time later when I’d just had a shower and was dressed only in a towel that a smartly dressed, young guy arrived. I sat on the bed while he fiddled about with the television and we chatted. His name was “Ketut” and he was 22. Eventually he got the television working and I stood up and gave him a tip. But he didn’t leave and just stood there only inches away and staring at me. It was an unmistakable invitation to kiss him, so I did. He promptly pulled my towel off and gave me a blow job.


I returned the compliment but he was constantly worried about the time and being away from his job. He was also paranoid about me messing his hair or creasing his uniform. He didn’t stay long that first time but subsequently he would knock on my room door when he had time and we’d enjoy ourselves. He offered to take me into the local town on his day off but sadly I would have left by then so I couldn’t go with him. We exchanged addresses and I sent him a letter on my return to the UK but I never got a reply. I’ve still got a photo of him on my hotel balcony though.

[Oliver]

This reminds me of a missed opportunity (typical of my sex-life) also in Bali. I was too shy to accept the offer from an amzingly cute bell-boy and have regretted it ever since. It was a large hotel and it was three days before I saw him again. And then he ignored me..
Serves me right.

[fountainhall]

. . . and have regretted it ever since.

There were many moments in my late teens and early 20s when it felt as though life was full of regrets - only because I was still in the closet. I seemed to keep on saying to myself "if only . . ." Maybe that's why on arrival in Asia I determined to make the most out of being gay!

[Chuai-Duai]

To describe my most unexpected encounter I have to go back a very long way to when I was a sexually confused and very shy 17 year old. I went to Pula in Yugoslavia (now Croatia) on my first solo trip abroad. It was a Package Tour and we were transferred from the airport to our hotel by a Holiday Rep (I wish I could remember his name). He was probably about thirty, blond haired and Yugoslav. At the hotel he consulted his clip board and one couple after another received their keys and departed for their rooms. Eventually there was just me left, the only single traveller. The Rep looked puzzled and said he hadn’t got any bookings for a single room. Somewhat alarmed I showed him all my booking details and he said he’d investigate and disappeared. He quickly returned with a key and apologised but offered no explanation. He then said “why don’t you go to your room and settle in and then join me for a drink as my apology.” He went on to explain that his room was next to mine.


I wasn’t really that keen on the idea but felt I ought to go so I knocked on his door at what was then quite late in the evening. He invited me in and I sat on the bed while he poured some local “Slivovice” (Plum Brandy). I had one sip and it tasted horrid and burned my throat. I managed to put it aside while he rummaged through a stack of magazines. He produced one and gave it to me with the question “Ever seen a magazine like this?”. It was graphic gay porn which would have been illegal in the UK at the time. I pretended a nonchalant indifference and tried not to look at it. He sat beside me on the bed and put his hand on my knee and squeezed.


I made a dash for the door along with a muttered “It’s very late and I’m tired”. I saw him the next morning and he again invited me to his room that evening but I declined. It took one more refusal before he gave up.


Years later when I described what had happened to a gay friend he grinned and exclaimed how naive I was. He said the Rep probably pretended to mislay the key of any young, single traveller as a ploy to get them to his room and proposition them. Looking back I suspect he was right. I often wonder what would have happened if I’d stayed after the knee squeeze.

[Nirish guy]

I often wonder what would have happened if I’d stayed after the knee squeeze.

I think we ALL know the answer to that metaphorical question ! :-)

[scottish-guy]

Chuai-Duai, be prepared to be contacted later today by Messrs Sue, Grabbit & Runne in connection with seeking very substantial compensation for the horrendous sexual assault you experienced all those years ago and which has traumatised you every day since.

Clearly your ordeal has pychologically scarred you so much you don't even realise that you were a victim and that everything that has ever gone wrong in your life can and ought to be attributed to this sordid instance of knee-rape

As for the perpetrator, if he's alive he ought to be hunted down by the Press and mercilessly exposed on their front pages - prior to being extradited from wherever he has been hiding. If he's *not* still alive, even better - experience shows even more victims will come forward.

After all, know knows how many 17yo boys he has knee-raped over the years - probably millions - and whilst you had a lucky escape in fleeing terrified from his room, others undoubtedly had to succumb (or maybe he sucked *them*, who knows?)

Something simply must be done!

[goji]

There I was reading the opening post & thinking what a dull sheltered life I live.

Although, it turns out not many others are reporting much themselves.


I suppose one of my best was when a very cute 22 year old Chinese student took the train out from London to see me. We had a meal, he came home, we had a lovely time in the shower & slept over together. I was already in my late 40s at the time.

[latintopxxx]

sheltered?!?!?! speak for yourself...I became very sexually active at 14 ....once I discovered what I could do with my God given appendage there was no stopping me...and this was before internet porn...so took a dirty perverted older man to teach me the ropes...thanks heavens for lecherous old creeps.....I recall going to the swimming pool and never once actuallu going for a swim...spent all my time in the shower stalls...oh what heavenly bliss

[latintopxxx]

...as for unexpected encounters...there is something about travel that kicks my sex drive into overdrive...I've lost count of the number of anonymous encounters I've had in airport toilets...including airline lounge toilets/showers....as for hotel encounters the fun starts as one walks in...the lowly paid bell boys...and check in staff...and grindr/scruff/gay romeo makes it all so easy nowdays...almost too easy...I could write an encyclopedia on the number of encounters in jakarta / bangkok mall toilets...what else does one do on a rainy day?!

[goji]

sheltered?!?!?! speak for yourself...I became very sexually active at 14 ....once I discovered what I could do with my God given appendage there was no stopping me...and this was before internet porn...so took a dirty perverted older man to teach me the ropes...thanks heavens for lecherous old creeps.....I recall going to the swimming pool and never once actuallu going for a swim...spent all my time in the shower stalls...oh what heavenly bliss

Have you also been to the moon ?