Yet Another Phnom Penh report!

[a447]

I arrive in PP yesterday, showered quickly and rushed off to Hatha Khmer massager for my long awaited rendezvous with Mr Bubble-butt. He rushed out to meet me and literally fell into my arms as he tripped on the path and almost landed flat in his face. Luckily his atm was able to grab him in time.

He dragged me inside and over to the garden bar, where I was expecting to be met by the boys and a Honda. But there was no Honda in sight and it wasn't even mentioned as we sat at the bar. Thank god, he's gotten over it, I thought.

We went upstairs and immediately got down to business. He lay on his back, put his ankles behind his ears and basically said come and get it. I fucked him to exhaustion (me, not him), pulled out and lay panting on the bed.
"Never mind, honey. Rest for 5 minutes and you can fuck me again," he said.
WTF?? That's something you'd never ever hear in a Thai massage joint.
"Mmm...perhaps he hasn't forgotten about the Honda after all," I thought.
But still no mention of it.
So round two began and again ended with me collapsing exhausted on the bed.
It was now my turn to be fucked. He put in an admirable performance and we finished with a mutual chuck-wow.

Then off to dinner and the Space bar. No sooner had I reached the top of the steps than the guys I met last time spotted me and ran out to greet me. Virat hugged me and had a quick grope. The others lined up to hug and kiss me. I wonder what the other customers thought when they saw the greeting - obviously they weren't to know that I'd met these guys before; maybe they thought I was the owner of the bar or someone famous. Little did they know it was just plain old me, just another customer out for a good time.

And,of course, I had a great time! The bar superstar, Visna, came and stood behind me and put my hand onto his crotch. He's the guy everyone lusts after - he's gorgeous.

Unfortunately, I was having such a good time that I didn't keep an eye on what I was drinking. Phanet, Virat and I settled in to a full-on drinking session and the night ended with both of them asleep on my shoulders, and me finally staggering out of the bar and having no idea where I was. One of the bar staff got me a tuk tuk and told the driver my hotel. All I remember is trying to walk up the spiral staircase, which seemed to be moving.

Today I woke up with a horrendous hangover. That's it - no more alcohol for me! I don't understand how guys can get pissed night after night and then endure the hangover the next day. Is it that experienced drinkers don't suffer hangovers?? I don't get it.

Tonight I found myself again sitting at the bar at Hatha. Then it started.
"I have photo to show you. I think you like."
I was anticipating a photo of a hunky nude guy, but instead was confronted with a photo of a...
HONDA MCX.
"This new model. Only $3000."
Whatever happened to the Honda Scooby he talked incessantly about last time? I mean, that was a steal at $2500.

He then went on and on about how he needs the Honda to go to school so he can study and get a different job. He told me how much he hates being a massage boy (Gee, thanks a lot!) and how he wanted to stop.
"Can you help me? If you buy for me I so happy and take care you. Can you tell me now?"

Without further ado I suggested we go to the room and get down to business. But he wanted to continue the conversation and, frankly, I'd heard just about enough. In the end I told him I wasn't really in the habit of going around buying guys motorcycles and that the answer was "no," Time to find someone new, perhaps.

Of course, as soon as I saw his beautiful butt, there was no prospect of me looking for a different guy.

Then back to the Space bar for an evening of fun. Phanet and Virat spent the entire evening with me so I offered to take them shopping tomorrow at the newly opened Aeon Shopping Mall. God only knows what it's going to cost me, but I think they've definitely earnt it. Hopefully, they'll just want some clothes - definitely no iPhones!

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I never take a lot of cash; I just rely on my ATM Visa card.

HONDA MCX. "This new model. Only $3000."

Done they take that "Black" Visa card of yours in the local Honda dealership ak47?

[a447]

I don't know if they take the black Visa card at Honda and I'll never get the chance to find out.
But don't you just love the colour black?!

I'm sitting by the pool at Arthur and Paul waiting for Virat to call. At the moment it's pretty quiet with just one other rather hot farang; I'm waiting for him to whip off his towel and go for a naked swim like he did yesterday.

At 4 yesterday the pool area was standing room only. Five farang - 3 of whom were youngish (mid-30s?) and hot were frolicking naked in the pool. Around 5 the local boys started turning up; I counted 12, one of whom was swimming naked. The jacuzzi was also crowded. It's hard to tell if they are money boys, but I get the impression they are not. One boy started chatting to me and started rubbing his cock over his towel, but he was not my type. Of all the guys wanting to get "friendly" why did it have to be him? Oh, well....

In the sauna/ private cubicle area the locals don't seem to interact with each other - lots of standing around. Are they too shy to make the first move? Out by the pool they are all on their mobile phones, as is the trend these days.

As I mentioned in a previous report, this hotel has everything a gay guy could want regarding facilities. It's extremely well run and any problem is attended to immediately. On arrival I discovered BBC World and CNN were unavailable. I reported it to the manager and yesterday all day long a procession of "experts" from the satellite tv company turned up trying to fix it. Today everything is working fine.

The cleaning staff is also very efficient. Two boys clean the room and they wash the floor every day. (Just what do they think we gay guys get up to in our rooms? Lol)

At present I'm looking for a new massage place, as I dread going back to Hatha and hearing Mr BB's tales of woe and perpetual poverty. There is another place not too far from here but a member of this board tried it out a while back and told me not to bother. If worse comes to worse, I still have Mr BB to fall back on - and in.

[a447]

You've just got to love these Cambodian guys working in the bars; they are not like the many money-grasping types I've met in Thailand. Yesterday was a perfect example.

It was I, not the boys, who suggested we go shopping at Aeon Mall. Of course, their eyes lit up like candles. Virat couldn't contact me by phone so both he and Phanet turned up at the hotel on their motorbikes. I told them I'd go by tuk tuk and I'd meet them there. But we didn't specify which entrance. I presumed we'd meet outside the main entrance. Silly old me! Needless to say we spent half and hour wandering around the ground floor looking for each other.

When we finally ran into each other we went upstairs for lunch. Phanet chose the Chinese restaurant and we proceeded to eat our way through the menu. At first both boys held back and only ordered one dish each. I told them they could order whatever they wanted and after some hesitation they went ahead and chose what they really wanted to eat.

We then went downstairs to go shopping. They wanted clothes - not one mention of an iPhone. But when they saw the prices they reeled back in horror - even though they weren't paying - and suggested we go somewhere cheaper! Aeon is the only upmarket shopping mall here and many (most?) of the shops sell expensive Japanese goods. To be honest, I was also taken aback at the prices in some of the shops and was quietly shaking in my boots. But I did promise them we going shopping there and that they could buy what they wanted so there was no way out for me. Thankfully, they made the decision to go somewhere else.

The somewhere else turned out to be a street full of men's clothing shops. Both boys followed my tuk tuk but somewhere along the way Phanet got separated from us and Virat was making frantic phone calls looking for him.

We entered a shop and I almost puked. The "fashion" looked like something out of a 70's porn movie - garish shirts with "gold" chains joining the collars, large animal motifs...yuk! All Chinese shit. Phanet held up a shirt. It was red with a blue collar and cuffs and a brown pocket. Just hideous.
"What you think? You like?"
"Err..well it's...um...different."
I was actually thinking we should go back to Aeon Mall!
He also tried on a pair of shoes but one of the buckles fell off.
"Discount! Discount!" The salesgirl cried. Lol

When we added up the cost of the goods, it turned out phanet's cost more than Virat's, so later in the bar I quietly slipped Virat the difference, thinking it's only fair I spend the same on each boy.
He refused to take it!!!!
WTF???
"No, it's ok. You already buy for me today."
I was speechless.
Eventually, I persuaded him to take it. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

Their gratitude is something I've rarely seen in Thailand and is so refreshing. In the bar none of the guys ever hustles you for drinks or tips...well, one boy sometimes asks for money for food, but it's only $2 - less than the price of a drink.

Mr Bubble-Butt is a different kettle of fish. He's a seasoned money boy through and through and repeats all the lines we hear so often in Thailand. Despite my telling him he wasn't getting a Honda out of me, he was still at it last night. Fucking depressing! I keep telling myself this will be my last night with him.

But when we're lying on the bed, cuddling up in post-coital bliss, totally exhausted from our hour of sexual "passion" it's always a case of "See you same time tomorrow."

I'm my own worst enemy. But my cock loves me!

[a447]

At last! Some action in the Arthur and Paul sauna - twice!!

I hung around the pool yesterday waiting for the locals to arrive. They came in dribs and drabs and I counted 11 in total. Many were sitting around outside the sauna/jacuzzi area so I thought is give it a go.

I went into the sauna and sat down waiting for someone else to come in. Then I noticed someone standing by the door which leads to the tiny room behind the sauna, no bigger than a broom closet. I waited for a while for him to come out but he didn't, so I went in.

Immediately I could hear the sound of someone being jacked off. All I have to do is wait my turn, I thought. The guy who was being jacked off left and the other guy brushed past me and stopped. We grabbed each other'so cocks and started a mutual wanking session.

It's so dark in there it's hard to make anything out - I couldn't see his face or body but he was wearing a pair of Lycra jocks with the bum cut out. While not huge, his cock was big enough for me to get a decent grip on. It had a big mushroom head, great for preventing the hand from sliding off the end.

Neither of us came; I had Mr BB to look forward to and I guess he wanted to have some more fun. I have no idea which guy it was, but all the locals were young and attractive so I think I really scored.

I left the sauna and headed up to the jacuzzi. I was the only one there but it didn't take long for others to join me. One farang stood at the entry to the jacuzzi, dropped his towel and stood there displaying his massive cock. Just to make sure we saw it (how could we possibly miss it!) he sat on the edge of the jacuzzi with his legs apart, dangling his feet - and almost his cock - into the water. The Cambodian guys who are usually non-communicative in the jacuzzi started smiling and exchanging glances.

I sat in the jacuzzi and stretched out my arms. Suddenly, I felt a slight touch on my fingers. I turned to see a guy, mid-thirties, smiling at me. He was probably the least attractive of all the guys but still ok. (He no doubt was thinking the same thing...lol) I immediately slid over to sit beside him and he put my hand on his cock. Wow! It was a real handful. Not the length, but the girth which would give an Isaan boy a run for his money.

After a bit of groping, he signalled we go downstairs to one of the private cabins. We 69'd and then he lay me on my back and gave me an exquisite blowjob. I had Mr BB lined up in an hour's time but thought, fuck it - I'm gonna cum with this blowjob.

But he had other plans. He wanted to fuck me. Under normal circumstances I would have agreed, but I was worried about the size -could I handle such a thick one? As I'm only just back in to bottoming, I decided against it.
"No probrem. You fuck me."

He screamed like a girl with each thrust, which I found very off-putting. But who cares- I was fucking. And it was for free!

When I could fuck no more I rolled him over and jacked him off.

So that was my first ever fun at A&P. About fucking time!!

Then off to Hatha, where a surprise was waiting for me.

"Tonight can not fuck me. I go doctor tomorrow because have ass problem."
'???"
'Before you come I not fuck long time. Now you fuck me so much I have probrem."

Was he saying I'd busted his arse?? Surely not. Now, I'll admit to taking a leaf out of Latin's book - I have indeed been "riding him like a pony" but this guy is a consummate pro and should be able to take it in his stride.

Did he perhaps concoct this story to get me to give him some money for the 'doctor?"

So he fucked me in the end, so to speak. Then I got him in the 69 position - him on top - as he jacked me off so I could fully admire his beautiful butt. And I have to say it looked oerfectly ok to me.

Then off to the Space Bar.there were only 3 customers all night so we had the boys to ourselves. Unfortunately, Virat, the serial groper, took the night off. But Phanet made up for it. One of the new guys, Ratha, wanted me to cum on the floor! WTF?

As I was leaving the bar, Ratha asked if he could come back to the hotel with me. I thought about it but decided I was too tired. He's quite attractive and is gay. Then just after 2am I got a call from another of the boys; the bar had closed and could he come to my hotel. Again, I said no.

So that now makes 3 boys from Space Bar who want to join me in bed. Who said getting laid in Cambodia was difficult?

Actually,I'm think it was me!

[a447]

He broke the news to me ever so gently. First, the good news- the doctor has given his butthole the all clear. It is in perfect working order.

"Hey, that's great news! I'm gonna ride you 'like a pony ' tonight!"
"What you say?"
"Never mind."

Then the bad news. The doctor had declared his hole off limits for a week. This, of course, covers the rest of my stay.

Oblivious to the obvious contradiction in his story, he attempted to soften the blow. He flashed me that gorgeous smile that makes me go weak at the knees.

"Remember before I tell you I like Honda Scooby?
"Vaguely."
"What you say?"
"Yes."
"I think Honda Scooby is ok for me. And cheaper. Good for you. $2400 not $3000 for Honda MCX."
"Remember before I tell you I not buy you Honda?"
"But that was Honda MCX. I now talk Honda Scooby. So cheap. And I can go to school and take care you. No need take tuk tuk. So expensive for you."

Mm...let me do the maths. $2400 divided by $3 tuk tuk fares equals 800 rides. I take an average of 2 rides a day. So I could spend more than a year here and still have rides to spare!

But I had a ride of another in mind, so I cut the conversation short and dragged him off to the room. I wasn't expecting a stellar performance, but this guy just never, ever gives up hope. He got down between my legs and gave my balls a thorough working over and then rode me for at least 20 minutes, always changing pace and positions and teasing me with shallow strokes followed by deep penetrating thrusts. Where did he learn that from? Lol

But when moving from missionary to doggy he aggravated my knee injury - I hurt it fucking the guy in the sauna the other day, where you have to be a contortionist to get up onto the bed. After a while kneeling in the doggy position became uncomfortable so I threw in the towel.

He rolled over and jacked off for me. He takes around 15 minutes to cum, preferring to edge rather than straight out cum. He pauses for a few seconds every now and then, adjusts his grip and off he goes again, changing pace along the way. Basically, he jacks off the same way he fucks.

So, decision time. Should I choose another guy at Hatha who I can fuck? There are a few really handsome guys available. But, no. I can't swap over now, as it would mean a massive loss of face for him, and I wouldn't do that to him. Should I offer him less, as he is now providing a lesser service? Again, I would find that hard to do.

So it looks like it'll be business as usual tonight. Besides, I'll be in Bangkok this weekend so can fuck my brains out then, albeit at twice the price.

The Space Bar was crowded last night but Virat spent the whole night drinking with me. The boss doesn't seem to worry, even though the boys are supposed to circulate on busy nights. The boss even bought me a drink. Virat told me yet again that he likes arse and asked if he could come back to the hotel. But we had both consumed way too much alcohol - Virat drinks me under the table every night - and when I get home I just want to sleep. He told me again that I could fuck him, but then said he'd never done it before. I explained as best I could that a virgin arse can not just open up and accept a cock; there's a process you have to go through which can be quite painful at first. These things take time.
"No problem. I fuck you."

During the night the other boys - Phanet, Boray (the dancer), Ratha, Visna (the star of the bar) came over and sat for a while for a bit of chatting, groping and massaging. Not one of the boys asked for a drink, but eagerly accepted when I offered. Last night most of the boys were topless - a feast for the eyes. Sitting there with my arm around Visna stoking his gorgeous body as he smiled at me and gently squeezed my balls was heaven personified. Virat didn't look too pleased.

Virat shares a room with his two sisters and from what I gather, it's your typical dingey hovel. I'm reluctant to let him see my room in the hotel. The difference between their and our lifestyles is patently obvious - no need to ram the difference further down their throats. What good would that do? It would probably make them decidedly miserable.

So I returned home alone.

[catawampuscat]

Good attitude and a good read. Versatility very handy when boys can't keep it up or
have a sore ass. Old bf told me he has problem inside his ass and can't bottom anymore.
No problem for me as it's been years since we had sex and he has put on many kilos.

[a447]

He thought he'd catch me at my most vulnerable - ankles behind my ears, waiting for him to slide it in.

"So, you still thinking about it? You decide already?"
"No, no. Not now!"
"Not now? You not decide? Scooby ok. Sure. No probrem."

In the beginning I sort of admired his perseverance and tenacity. Under normal circumstances, I think a 'never give up' attitude shows a certain strength of character. But now I'm well and truely over it.

Apart from his now annoying personality, this guy has got so much going for him. Of course, there's that incredible bubble-butt. When were 69ing and his arse is 2 cm from my face I find it very difficult not to rim him. The temptation is enormous. Rimming is not something I've ever considered and would never do, even though I know he's as clean as a whistle down there. But now I can understand why guys do it.

Then there's the face. It's positively angelic. He has the looks of one of those teen idols all the girls (and boys) go gaga over. He's as cute as a button and his smile makes me want to weep. I've often thought that if he were to enter any gay bar in Japan he'd be ripped to shreds in minutes.

And the body. Oh, that incredibly soft, silky-smooth brown skin. I love it when we are having our post-coital cuddle and my hands are exploring every nook and cranny.

If only! If only he had a weapon of ass destruction - a thick 8 incher to plough me with. Then he'd probably be riding around Phnom Pehn on a brand new Honda - not the Scooby but the MCX!

I was a bit pissed off with him for another reason last night. I'd bought a very expensive lube made in Germany and I leave it with him every night; I just turn up with the condoms - well, now it's just one. As I walked out of the shower he asked me if I had any lube.
"Where's the lube I always leave with you? There's still plenty left."
" ok. I have."
The little bugger produced it with some hesitation and I soon realised why - the tube was almost finished. He'd been using it with other customers!!
Lucky for him there was just enough remaining.

I can't understand why they don't sell provisions on the premises, as they could probably make a decent profit. Of late, there have been quite a few Khmer customers turn up as we are sitting in the garden bar so they should stock up on supplies and put an advert by the door.

When a customer comes in the boys all line up behind a big glass window and the customer makes his choice. But during the line-up lots of the boys dont even bother looking at the customer; they have their heads buried in their phones! And then they complain to me that they never get chosen. I try to explain to them that a customer wants to see their face, not the top of their head, but it goes in one ear and out the other.

Last night in Space Bar it was a full-on grope-a-thon. The boys were all decked out in soccer attire. They took advantage of the easy access afforded by loose, baggy shorts and couldn't keep their hands off one another.

A new boy came and sat with me. He doesn't speak a word of English so it was awkward at first. But then I discovered he spoke Thai so we were able to speak a little - 'little" being the operative word. He explained why he could speak Thai, but all I could pick up was 'mama' and 'papa.' The rest went completely over my head. He's definitely Khmer but I guess he's spent a lot of time in Thailand.

Phanet came over, took my hand and put it on the new boy's cock. He didn't flinch. Phanet then told me that tonight was his last night working in Space bar. He has to get up early every morning to go to work and he wasn't getting enough sleep. As he was leaving at the end of the night I slipped him a little something to thank him for all the good times I'd had with him. I'll really miss him.

I was then joined by a new guy I first saw two nights ago. He's slim and very handsome - just my type. He immediately gave me his phone number.

"If you want Khmer boy, I have many. Can send your hotel. When bar close I meet you at riverside and bring many boys. You can choose. Or I can come your hotel and you can fuck me."
The guy is a pimp!!!

At midnight the boss - a Spanish guy who owns the bar with his Khmer boyfriend - took most of the boys off to Heart of Darkness nightclub. They dimmed the lights in the bar and Virat came over and sat next to me.
"Ok. Now we play!"
We sat in the semi-darkness having a good feel. I slipped my hand up his shorts and into his jocks. He got an immediate hard-on. And quite impressive, too.

Despite my reluctance to bring a boy back to my room, I think I might make an exception tonight and invite Virat over. And if we're both too drunk to do anything, it won't matter. Just sleeping next to him would be enough.

[paulosussex]

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[joe552]

I think he deserves the motorbike. Haven't we all bought them for one boy or another? I know I have - well actually, it was for his father when we were in Isaan, but the result was the same.