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March 13th, 2014, 20:43
Cocks, cocks and more cocks! Cocks in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening. Yes, you guessed it - I'm staying in a villa situated amongst the local Balinese, and they all keep roosters. Now, I love waking up to a cock in the mornng, but this is ridiculous!
I'm staying at a clothing optional villa, and I had visions of admiring beautiful Balinese bubble-butts as they frolicked with their farangs around the pool. Alas, it was not to be. Silly old me. The pool hasn't been used at all until today. I came back from lunch and spotted a youngish farang stark naked in the pool. There was another young guy laying naked on his stomach with his legs apart. As I walked by I got a real eyeful. So I decided to join them. I sat on a sun lounge right next to the guy. He turned over and exposed a very nice cock indeed. Things have started looking up, you could say.
The vila is just a short walk from the bars. There are 5 all in a row, but only 2 are crowded every night to overflowing. The others must have a reputation for being not cool - I mean, there is nothing wrong with them.
The bars have ladyboy shows during the night - think Tiffanys, only interesting. And they also have HOT HOT gogo boys who writhe around on the stage and on the bar counter. They have the most beautifully sculptered bodies I've ever seen. The wear very skimpy briefs; but then again, the briefs don't have to hold much, if you get my drift.
Money boys lurk outside and also hover in the bars. I took a guy back on Saturday night, and although he wasn't the most handsome guy, it was getting late and I'd had a few drinks. His performance was ok but let down my a rather small appendage.
Sunday night I found myself sitting next to a cute guy who was sipping an orange juice. At first there wasn't much interaction between us but then his eyes met mine and he said hello. During the evening he would touch my leg and then quickly take his hand away. I wasn't really sure if he was a moneyboy or not. I finally asked him if he wanted to come up to see my etchings.
"I money boy."
"I know."
"I have big cock."
Back in the room we quickly showered and got down to business. Everything's relative, I know, but his cock was a respectable size. At least it was big enough to grab hold of.
I went back to the bar on Monday night but he was nowhere to be seen. So at the end of the night I spoke to a guy sitting on a barstool and of we went. I wish I hadn't, as he was hopeless. He wasn't thin, he was emaciated.
Tuesday night I went back to the bar and there was my "big cock" guy waiting for me. I didn't recognise him at first. On the first night he was wearing scruufy shorts and flip-slops. Now he was wearing a nice new white shirt, beige pants and blue leather shoes. And he'd also had a haircut. we went back to the hotel and after a bit of fooling around on the bed, he said:"You fuck me. ok?"
"Sure," i said. I don't think he knew what he was getting himself in to; I'd had a few drinks and can last forever. So I really gave it to him. By the end of it, he certainly knew he'd been fucked. We collapsed exhausted and cuddled up together for a while.
Wednesday night he also didn't show up at the bar. A guy approached me - he wasn't really my type, but I bought his a few drinks and was planning to take him back. But I went outside to speak to some friends and I kinda lost sight of him amongst the crowd. I turned around and looked at the money boys all lined up on the other side of the street. A cute guy smiled at me, so off we went.
What a disaster! An absolute wast of time. He turned out to be quite fat but his cock! What can I say?? It was about 3 inches long and had a big flap of skin on the underside which contained a mook! It ws the ugliest cock I've ever seen! He gave be a decent BJ, I must admit, but I'm beginning to look forward to my Thailand trip in a few weeks time. At least I can get some real cock.
Having said all that, the Bali guys are cute, especially the waiters.
I'm off to the bars again now and just hope that Mr big-cock (lol) is there.
I'm staying at a clothing optional villa, and I had visions of admiring beautiful Balinese bubble-butts as they frolicked with their farangs around the pool. Alas, it was not to be. Silly old me. The pool hasn't been used at all until today. I came back from lunch and spotted a youngish farang stark naked in the pool. There was another young guy laying naked on his stomach with his legs apart. As I walked by I got a real eyeful. So I decided to join them. I sat on a sun lounge right next to the guy. He turned over and exposed a very nice cock indeed. Things have started looking up, you could say.
The vila is just a short walk from the bars. There are 5 all in a row, but only 2 are crowded every night to overflowing. The others must have a reputation for being not cool - I mean, there is nothing wrong with them.
The bars have ladyboy shows during the night - think Tiffanys, only interesting. And they also have HOT HOT gogo boys who writhe around on the stage and on the bar counter. They have the most beautifully sculptered bodies I've ever seen. The wear very skimpy briefs; but then again, the briefs don't have to hold much, if you get my drift.
Money boys lurk outside and also hover in the bars. I took a guy back on Saturday night, and although he wasn't the most handsome guy, it was getting late and I'd had a few drinks. His performance was ok but let down my a rather small appendage.
Sunday night I found myself sitting next to a cute guy who was sipping an orange juice. At first there wasn't much interaction between us but then his eyes met mine and he said hello. During the evening he would touch my leg and then quickly take his hand away. I wasn't really sure if he was a moneyboy or not. I finally asked him if he wanted to come up to see my etchings.
"I money boy."
"I know."
"I have big cock."
Back in the room we quickly showered and got down to business. Everything's relative, I know, but his cock was a respectable size. At least it was big enough to grab hold of.
I went back to the bar on Monday night but he was nowhere to be seen. So at the end of the night I spoke to a guy sitting on a barstool and of we went. I wish I hadn't, as he was hopeless. He wasn't thin, he was emaciated.
Tuesday night I went back to the bar and there was my "big cock" guy waiting for me. I didn't recognise him at first. On the first night he was wearing scruufy shorts and flip-slops. Now he was wearing a nice new white shirt, beige pants and blue leather shoes. And he'd also had a haircut. we went back to the hotel and after a bit of fooling around on the bed, he said:"You fuck me. ok?"
"Sure," i said. I don't think he knew what he was getting himself in to; I'd had a few drinks and can last forever. So I really gave it to him. By the end of it, he certainly knew he'd been fucked. We collapsed exhausted and cuddled up together for a while.
Wednesday night he also didn't show up at the bar. A guy approached me - he wasn't really my type, but I bought his a few drinks and was planning to take him back. But I went outside to speak to some friends and I kinda lost sight of him amongst the crowd. I turned around and looked at the money boys all lined up on the other side of the street. A cute guy smiled at me, so off we went.
What a disaster! An absolute wast of time. He turned out to be quite fat but his cock! What can I say?? It was about 3 inches long and had a big flap of skin on the underside which contained a mook! It ws the ugliest cock I've ever seen! He gave be a decent BJ, I must admit, but I'm beginning to look forward to my Thailand trip in a few weeks time. At least I can get some real cock.
Having said all that, the Bali guys are cute, especially the waiters.
I'm off to the bars again now and just hope that Mr big-cock (lol) is there.