Dodger
August 17th, 2008, 19:56
Finally, a free weekend to start getting organized for my next Adventure. Six weeks to go, and as always, a ton of trivial sounding tasks to accomplish, although quite necessary to ensure a smooth takeoff, e.g., try on those old adventure cargo pants to make sure they still fit right, make that list for the store not forgetting my favorite Starbucks Decaf Java, Coffee Mate French Vanilla Creamer and Splenda sugar substitute. Place that stack of Steely Dan favorites right in the middle of the kitchen table (as if I would really forget them), then itтАЩs off to WalgreenтАЩs to pick up a small supply of Viagra for the more-enduring adventures. Last but not least, I have to stand sideways and look at myself in the mirror to determine how many of those painful crunches are needed, which seems to multiply exponentially as life moves forward. ItтАЩs too soon to start plucking those grey pubes from my crotchтАжa chore better tackled a day or two before launch time so the damned things wonтАЩt grow back before the plane lands.
Almost immediately after starting my chores, I came across a wrinkled up brown paper bag stuffed down in the bottom of my legendary adventure backpack. Thinking it was empty, I just tossed it on the table as I continued the task of inspecting the side pockets тАУ shaking out the sand from a beach somewhere, and preparing for the routine of spraying it down with a can of waterproofing agent. Before leaving the room, I looked inside the old paper bag and found one of my BFтАЩs t-shirts hiding inconspicuously at the bottom. I had to take a deep breath as I unfolded it in my hands and held it up in the light to see it clearer. Of course, the split second it was unfolded I had to paste it on my face to smell it before any of the odors had a chance to escape. It wasnтАЩt just any shirt, it was the shirt he wore the last time we went to Pattaya Park with his friends which ignited a flurry of feelings and emotionsтАжthus, the reason IтАЩm babbling right now in this post.
Like most Thai boys, Su typically shies away from water and hides from direct sunlight like the son of Dracula. This being the case, Pattaya Park is not his favorite place, just one of thoseтАжтАЭyou do this for meтАЭ тАУ тАЬI do this for youтАЭ little compromises we challenge each other with routinely. We invited two of his friends along which always makes these little outings more bearable for him.
We arrived at Pattaya Park around 1:00 PM and had plans to stay for an hour or two, and then planned to motorbike over to the Soi Boi Chao Market to kill the rest of the afternoon. We never made it to the Market that day.
The t-shirt still showed the stains of the Coquito I made for him. The one he spilled all over himself in one of his giggling spouts. I started making Coquitos a few holidays back when I realized that the boyтАЩs just arenтАЩt having any fun at these poolside outings. Pattaya Park doesnтАЩt allow alcohol on the premises, so thatтАЩs where the Coquitos come in handy. A Coquito is a kick-ass drink served in San Juan, which is comprised of evaporated milk, condensed milk, and cream of coconut, cinnamon powder and a few shots of golden rum. I make a batch of this the night before these outings, then place the mixture in 3 or 4 ice cube trays and let them freeze over night. I then fill my little Igloo cooler with the Coquito ice cubes, toss in a few bottles of Sprite for effects, and weтАЩre off.
Once at the Park, I purchased a round of coconuts for the boys and tossed a few Coquito ice cubes in each one. This is always the funny part, as the boys will inevitably poke around the inside of their coconuts with the straws and sniff the insides as if thereтАЩs some type of alien spawning inside. Then, after a few minutes of this in-depth investigation, they start to sip it. In total honesty, I have never witnessed a boy drinking my coconut filled Coquitos who didnтАЩt love it. ThatтАЩs when the real fun begins.
Somewhere in the middle of the boys second round of DodgerтАЩs Coquito Specials, the boys transitioned from bored looking statues, to a frenzy of laughter and mau ass-grabbing, as they started pushing each other in the pool, pulling each others tops off (itтАЩs a ladyboy thing), and screaming like wild banshees. They were trying to play water-volley ball with one of the empty coconut shells until Su got cracked on his forehead by a line-driver from one of his mau friends. This frenzy continued for three more hours and a dozen more coconuts until I found myself feeling a bit concerned about getting these idiots out of the Park without making a spectacle.
Normally, I spend most of my time in the water when at the Park, although this time, found myself just kicking back and watching the fun. I just couldnтАЩt take my eyes off of HIM. With all the stresses involved in his life in general, coupled with the stresses of our relationship, I just loved watching him laughing and having fun. The Coquitos made him forget about his appearance, as he rarely has a hair out of place. He was swimming in an oversized pair of boxer shorts and the light blue colored t-shirt I just found hiding in my backpack. If he only knew how beautiful he looked to me that afternoon.
I had limited myself to only one Coquito, but Su and his friends were on their way to the moon, so we aborted plans to visit the Market and headed straight home instead. When we arrived home, Su headed straight for the shower and his friends attacked the fridge, all the while slipping around the kitchen floor in their wet feet and laughing their asses off.
I went into the bedroom and changed into dry clothes and just collapsed on the bed with the aircon buzzing away. A few minutes later HE came into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He was completely naked and had THAT LOOK in his eyes. My first response was that his friends were right in the other room, although didnтАЩt want to fight over this (tongue in cheek). He then exited the room wearing one of my shirts which fit him like a dress, turned the TV on, and adjusted the volume up just slightly over the normal level.
IтАЩm not sure what time his friends left, as we woke up tangled around each other around 9:00 PM. We skipped our plans to go out on-the-town that night and opted to cook dinner in and watch a few re-run movies.
That wrinkled brown bag is already in the garbage, but I think IтАЩll just hang on to the t-shirt for a while.
Almost immediately after starting my chores, I came across a wrinkled up brown paper bag stuffed down in the bottom of my legendary adventure backpack. Thinking it was empty, I just tossed it on the table as I continued the task of inspecting the side pockets тАУ shaking out the sand from a beach somewhere, and preparing for the routine of spraying it down with a can of waterproofing agent. Before leaving the room, I looked inside the old paper bag and found one of my BFтАЩs t-shirts hiding inconspicuously at the bottom. I had to take a deep breath as I unfolded it in my hands and held it up in the light to see it clearer. Of course, the split second it was unfolded I had to paste it on my face to smell it before any of the odors had a chance to escape. It wasnтАЩt just any shirt, it was the shirt he wore the last time we went to Pattaya Park with his friends which ignited a flurry of feelings and emotionsтАжthus, the reason IтАЩm babbling right now in this post.
Like most Thai boys, Su typically shies away from water and hides from direct sunlight like the son of Dracula. This being the case, Pattaya Park is not his favorite place, just one of thoseтАжтАЭyou do this for meтАЭ тАУ тАЬI do this for youтАЭ little compromises we challenge each other with routinely. We invited two of his friends along which always makes these little outings more bearable for him.
We arrived at Pattaya Park around 1:00 PM and had plans to stay for an hour or two, and then planned to motorbike over to the Soi Boi Chao Market to kill the rest of the afternoon. We never made it to the Market that day.
The t-shirt still showed the stains of the Coquito I made for him. The one he spilled all over himself in one of his giggling spouts. I started making Coquitos a few holidays back when I realized that the boyтАЩs just arenтАЩt having any fun at these poolside outings. Pattaya Park doesnтАЩt allow alcohol on the premises, so thatтАЩs where the Coquitos come in handy. A Coquito is a kick-ass drink served in San Juan, which is comprised of evaporated milk, condensed milk, and cream of coconut, cinnamon powder and a few shots of golden rum. I make a batch of this the night before these outings, then place the mixture in 3 or 4 ice cube trays and let them freeze over night. I then fill my little Igloo cooler with the Coquito ice cubes, toss in a few bottles of Sprite for effects, and weтАЩre off.
Once at the Park, I purchased a round of coconuts for the boys and tossed a few Coquito ice cubes in each one. This is always the funny part, as the boys will inevitably poke around the inside of their coconuts with the straws and sniff the insides as if thereтАЩs some type of alien spawning inside. Then, after a few minutes of this in-depth investigation, they start to sip it. In total honesty, I have never witnessed a boy drinking my coconut filled Coquitos who didnтАЩt love it. ThatтАЩs when the real fun begins.
Somewhere in the middle of the boys second round of DodgerтАЩs Coquito Specials, the boys transitioned from bored looking statues, to a frenzy of laughter and mau ass-grabbing, as they started pushing each other in the pool, pulling each others tops off (itтАЩs a ladyboy thing), and screaming like wild banshees. They were trying to play water-volley ball with one of the empty coconut shells until Su got cracked on his forehead by a line-driver from one of his mau friends. This frenzy continued for three more hours and a dozen more coconuts until I found myself feeling a bit concerned about getting these idiots out of the Park without making a spectacle.
Normally, I spend most of my time in the water when at the Park, although this time, found myself just kicking back and watching the fun. I just couldnтАЩt take my eyes off of HIM. With all the stresses involved in his life in general, coupled with the stresses of our relationship, I just loved watching him laughing and having fun. The Coquitos made him forget about his appearance, as he rarely has a hair out of place. He was swimming in an oversized pair of boxer shorts and the light blue colored t-shirt I just found hiding in my backpack. If he only knew how beautiful he looked to me that afternoon.
I had limited myself to only one Coquito, but Su and his friends were on their way to the moon, so we aborted plans to visit the Market and headed straight home instead. When we arrived home, Su headed straight for the shower and his friends attacked the fridge, all the while slipping around the kitchen floor in their wet feet and laughing their asses off.
I went into the bedroom and changed into dry clothes and just collapsed on the bed with the aircon buzzing away. A few minutes later HE came into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He was completely naked and had THAT LOOK in his eyes. My first response was that his friends were right in the other room, although didnтАЩt want to fight over this (tongue in cheek). He then exited the room wearing one of my shirts which fit him like a dress, turned the TV on, and adjusted the volume up just slightly over the normal level.
IтАЩm not sure what time his friends left, as we woke up tangled around each other around 9:00 PM. We skipped our plans to go out on-the-town that night and opted to cook dinner in and watch a few re-run movies.
That wrinkled brown bag is already in the garbage, but I think IтАЩll just hang on to the t-shirt for a while.