Yet Another Phnom Penh report!

[a447]

Well Paul, I could actually fall in love again, but not with Mr BB; he's done his dash with me. Virat is a different kettle of fish. He's not what I'd call handsome but his face, and particularly his smile, are very attractive. Oh, and that cock! In the bar he's the life of the party and is very popular with all the customers. I'm very grateful that he chooses to spend so much time with me every night. I don't know why (and I've stopped asking myself the question), but I'm not complaining!

I've just spent over an hour wandering around in the heat looking for lube to take to Hatha tonight. Condoms are available everywhere but lube is another story. Do the guys fuck without it?? If so, is that a comment on the size of their cocks?

[a447]

Last night started off badly and ended up quite a disaster.

I noticed Mr BB ordered an energy drink instead of his normal soft drink - a sure sign he'd been with a customer not long before. Up until the doctor's decree of no fucking for a week it wouldn't have been a problem; I could fuck him and leave with a smile on my face - he didn't have to perform. Now things were different - or so I thought.

In the room he came out of the shower, lay beside me for a quick cuddle and then grabbed my cock. We were off and running! But as usual, the brakes were quickly applied as he started banging on again about you-know-what. As my cock quickly wilted and died in his hand I repeated what I'd told him the previous night; now was not the time, and that in any case, I wouldn't be buying him a Honda. He was getting desperate as he knows tonight is my last night in a Phnom Penh.

Then out of the blue he said:"Tonight you can fuck me."

I knew it! He had just been with a customer. And he had been lying about going to the doctor. But now that I could fuck him, all was ok.

After I'd fucked him I rolled over to get ready for my turn.

"I not fuck you tonight. Tomorrow can do."

Of course, I understand that there is a limit to how many times and how often guys can cum, and sex workers are no different. But he could see I was not happy so in order to keep the dream alive, he suddenly decided that yes, he could fuck me. He got hard in seconds and put in another sterling performance. But I didn't insist he cum.

The Space bar was very busy last night. The impossibly handsome Visna came and sat with me, along with Virat and told me about the party the boss threw at Heart of Darkness for the two boys who were leaving. Two boys?? I thought just Phanet was leaving. It turns out that Boray, the guy who loves to dance, had also decided to leave. It turns out his 36 year old rich Russian boyfriend is in town and has offered to pay him $500 a month so long as he quits the bar.

"What?? Boray is gay??? Never! impossible!"
"You don't know he gay?

Well, fuck me dead! I give up!

Virat has been asking me quite a bit lately if he could come to my room and fuck me. I was planning to ask him over tonight but he got in before me. He would call me on Line when the bar closed at 2am then come on over. Just after 2 I got a video call - he was on his way . I had a quick shower and did all the necessary preparations -no need for details - and went to the front gate to wait for him. The gate closes at midnight but 2 staff members sleep there to let people in.

He arrived so I gently woke the guys up, apologising profusely. I waited for Virat to come in, but then one of the staff signalled for me to go outside. There was Virat, sitting smiling on his motorcycle.

"Ok. Come on. Let's go!"
"I go eat with Visna."
"What? You're not coming up to my room?"
"No, I hungry. I have no money to eat, Can you give me?"

I was absolutely livid. He sat there looking at me, waiting for an answer. But I was speechless.

"Ok. You no give me. No problem," and with that he roared off down the street.

I was extremely angry on a number of accounts. First, he could have told me in the video chat as he was leaving the bar that he wasn't going to come over for sex. Not a problem, as I was very tired. But it meant waking up the 2 staff members who were sound asleep. And for what? For nothing. I felt really sorry for them.

Secondly, if he had no intention of coming for sex he should have told me; it would have saved me staying up till 2:30 waiting for him.

Thirdly, he had no right to ask me for money. I've been exceedingly generous towards him, taking him shopping, buying him food from the cart outside the bar and buying him all the drinks he wants. I've even been quietly slipping him a $5 tip over the past few nights. Not that he's ever asked for a tip: it's just that I believe in paying for entertainment in a commercial establishment and he's provided me with entertainment aplenty, that's for sure. I also know he's on a good salary - his boss told me how much he was paying him; he's on the highest salary in the bar.

Fourthly, I don't believe he was going out to eat at all - he was heading of to Heart of Darkness with the bar staff. The fact that I got a call from him at 6:30 am kind of confirms that. It doesn't take 4 hours to down a bowel of noodles! Needless to say, I didn't answer his call.

But what angered me the most is the fact that he'd turned up on a motorcycle. He was riding a motorcycle when we went out shopping, so I knew he had one. But he assured me in the bar on many occasions - because I was always asking -that he didn't ride to the bar; in any case, he didn't own a motorcycle; he had just borrowed it from a friend for the day we went shopping. He also told me he lives close to the bar.

Had I known he'd been lying there's no way I would have bought him so many drinks. I'm only hoping that on the nights he's gotten drunk, his friends have given him a lift home. They're a very close bunch of guys and I'm sure they'd look out for each other.

I'm no longer surprised at the boys' total lack of business sense. If he really wanted money to eat he could have come upstairs for a quickie; he'd have earned more in that short time than what would normally take 70 hours to earn in the bar. 70 fucking hours!!! Or the equivalent of two and a half months rent! In just one hour! These guys will never,ever get out of poverty. They are their own worst enemy.

So, what about tonight? I'm over my anger but I'm tossing up whether or not to go to Space bar. I'm not sure I want to see him. I'm sure that after a bit if pouting and displays of "rejection" he'll get over it quickly and things will be back to normal. It's just that I might get angry again if I see him, and I do my best to always keep anger at bay. Life's far too short for that.

[christianpfc]

Thank you for sharing, highly entertaining! If I hadn't been to Phnom Penh last year, and had found the choice at Hatha and Blue Chili mediocre, I would plan my next visa run to Cambodia!

"Ok. Come on. Let's go!"
"I go eat with Visna."
"What? You're not coming up to my room?"
"No, I hungry. I have no money to eat, Can you give me?"

I was absolutely livid. He sat there looking at me, waiting for an answer. But I was speechless.

"Ok. You no give me. No problem," and with that he roared off down the street.

I was extremely angry on a number of accounts. First, he could have told me in the video chat as he was leaving the bar that he wasn't going to come over for sex. Not a problem, as I was very tired. But it meant waking up the 2 staff members who were sound asleep. And for what? For nothing. I felt really sorry for them.

Secondly, if he had no intention of coming for sex he should have told me; it would have saved me staying up till 2:30 waiting for him.

Welcome to the world of ChristianPFC. Variations of this happen to me all the time.

I'm no longer surprised at the boys' total lack of business sense. If he really wanted money to eat he could have come upstairs for a quickie; he'd have earned more in that short time than what would normally take 70 hours to earn in the bar. 70 fucking hours!!! Or the equivalent of two and a half months rent! In just one hour! These guys will never,ever get out of poverty. They are their own worst enemy.

That confirmes: Fun comes first, everything else including money a distant second; as I learnt recently elsewhere in this forum. Self-inflicted poverty, another "justavacation" to hold onto my hard earned money! (Insider joke, see here http://bangkokbois-gay-thailand-blog.co ... vacations/)

I recently messaged a moneyboy in the afternoon if the can come for a short time in the evening or at night for 1000 Baht, the reply was: "maybe, if I'm free I will let you know" (I waited in vain, actually I did not wait, I proceeded with my plans). I don't know what else he had to do, but I'm sure it didn't pay 1000 Baht for 1 hour (maximum 3 hours if you add travel time).

I think he deserves the motorbike. Haven't we all bought them for one boy or another?

I agree Joe heres an Aussie whos gone to a third world cuntry only so he can pay young men to spend time and have sex with him a motorbike is the least he can do for the lad.

[goji]

In reply to Christian:
If you want to wander into a bar and find a cute money boy to come back to your hotel (without staying up to the early hours), the Blue Chilli must have the best selection in Cambodia. Which probably also makes it the best SE Asia option that is outside Thailand.
This is not Pattaya, however measured on a global scale, the Blue Chilli is very very good.

In reply to A447:
Keep the reports coming, these are a very good read.
If you're going to wait up until 2:30 am for a boy, expect a few disappointments.
There's also an art to spotting the ones who make promises and are not reliable at keeping them. Or the professional flirts. I spot some of them, but not all.

[a447]

Mr BB sat down at the bar and ordered a Coke. The signs were good . We chatted for a while but there was not one mention of the dreaded "H" word. Signs were even better.

He walked out of the shower with a raging hard-on, lay down beside me and grabbed my cock. I was expecting a last ditch effort, a final attempt to use his power of persuasion. He opened his mouth to speak. Here it comes!

"You fuck me first, Ok?"

Hallelujah! Things were back to normal.

"Your doctor would be very pleased to hear of your miraculous progress."
"What you say?"
"Never mind."

With that, he got down in the doggy position, rested his head on the pillow and presented me with the gate to heaven. I took my final look at his beautiful butthole and I swear I saw it wink at me. I eased my cock in ever so slowly and stopped when it was just about all in. He turned around and looked up at me and smiled.

"You ok?"
"Yes! Yes! I ok."

With that assurance I went ahead and slammed it home. He let out a yelp, and I was off and riding as hard as I could into the sunset. For the first time in our many, many encounters I actually fucked him into submission; normally it's the other way round.

I again asked him if he was ok, and he assured me he was fine.

"I very happy."

I bet you are. Now you know how I feel every night!

He then admirably fulfilled the second part of the deal, jacking me off in the process. Then, as per usual, he rolled over and jacked off - with a helping hand from me. Happy, happy!

From what I gather, this is one pro who actually enjoys the sex, but not the job, if you know what I mean. (Then again, he might be a consummate actor, but I don't think so.) He told me he used to be number one at Hatha, but now he's been relegated to number two. I reckon his butt takes a pounding day in and day out - with a butt like that, he'd mainly be a bottom. However, there is only so much pounding a butt can take in a day, hence the doctor story.

After dinner I walked slowly towards Space bar, wondering if I should go in or not. What kind of reception was I going to get? I entered the bar and was greeted by a number of the boys, but Virat held back. Oh well, such is life.

Visna came and sat with me and I could see Virat lurking out of the corner of my eye. He finally came over and asked Visna to get out of his seat. He then smiled and put his arms out. I stood up and he hugged me and softly squeezed my balls.

"You angry?"
"Angry? How could I possible be angry with someone holding my balls?"
"What you say?"
"Never mind."

Although I was standing there outside the hotel the other night seething with anger, I never showed it - I just smiled. But I'm sure he could pick up that I was far from happy with him.
He offered to go with me tonight, but I had to get up early this morning. I've now made it my mission to bed him when I come back. He assured me he'd come to my hotel every night if I wanted him to.

With that out of the way, all was back to normal. Last night the guys were wearing their baggy Khmer pants made of thin light cotton. I could feel every wrinkle in his ballsack. And my god, he has a beautiful, soft round bubblebutt! I took my hands off it just long enough to take out a parting gift from my wallet. He squeezed my cock in appreciation, and that was it. Back to the hotel.

And so ends yet another of my trips to a third world country where I pay guys to spend time with me and have sex with me. Now, off to Bangkok for more if the same!

Life's Good, eh BG? Lol

[joe552]

a447, while I find your posts sometimes a bit too graphic for my taste (I come from a supposedly Catholic country after all where there was no sex before 1973) I do enjoy reading your reports, and love your enthusiasm for the task. Have a ball (or two) in Thailand.

[a447]

Thanks, Joe.