I was sitting on my suitcase outside the front door waiting in the dark for the taxi to arrive.
Why am I doing this again? Do I really want to endure yet another long, boring trip to the airport, followed by a longer boring trip to Thailand? I loathe this part of the holiday and the very thought was making me feel physically ill. God, I was so sleepy I could hardly keep my eyes open.

Then I saw the taxi turn in and make its way up the drive. Still time to change my mind. As I walked towards the car the driver got out to put my suitcase in the back.

OMG!! Out stepped the most gorgeous, handsome, tall, slim, beautiful young (help me here - I'm running out of adjectives) Indian guy I'd ever laid eyes on! This was going to be a trip to the airport to remember.

I got into the passenger seat next to him and couldn't take my eyes off him. He roared down the drive. Slowly! Slowly! I want to savour this trip as long as I can!

I use taxis a lot and he e was unlike any taxi driver I'd ever used. Not only was he attractive, he also spoke English. Now, that's got to be a first. Whatsmore, he actually knew how to get to the airport. And he wore deoderant.

We got talking about this and that - the weather, my trip, bitcoins, yada yada. He told me he came from a tiny traditional village in a remote part of India and then described what life was like for him as a young guy.

I had a couple of questions but wasn't sure whether or not I should ask him. I had visions of him running around in a langot, the traditional skimpy loincloth. Did he wear one? Should I ask him?

I decided I should.

And yes, he did. All the guys did.

I needed more detail.

"Err....how do you put them on? Are they comfortable?"

Yes, apparently they are very comfortable and perfect for the hot climate.

"They let your balls breathe and keep them together," he explained.

I was about to ask him for some tissues.

I was desperate to ask him another question - do the guys in the village fool around with each other? Should I ask him?

I decided I shouldn't.

The long trip to the airport was over way to soon. He flashed me a beautiful smile as he handed me my suitcase. Lucky for him I was able to momentarily gain enough composure to put my hand in my pocket and extract an extra large tip for him.

Immigration in Bangkok was quite crowded for once. Damn! There are 6 lines snaking their way to the counter. But things have changed at Suvarnaphumi. The officials have finally gotten their act together and are processing the tourists really quickly - it only took about 20 minutes to get through the airport. I didn't see any Chinese tourists and never heard a word of Russian spoken. Exactly one hour after landing I was in my hotel room. Not bad.

I was still very tired and wanted to just sleep, but my nether regions had different ideas so at 8:30 I wandered down to Nature Boy. There were only 4 guys, but 2 are quite appealing. Both were tall and slim and, being NB, very masculine. So I called one over. I immediately recognised him - he was the handsome guy who spoke good English who I offed last visit. The guys now wear tight -fitting jocks, but there is still ready access to the goods.

Back in the room we lay naked on the bed sa-moking and chuck-wowing each other. It was now time to decide who was going to be top. I made the executive decision that it was going to be me.

He tried to lower himself onto my cock but he couldn't get it in, so he rolled over onto his stomach, parted his buttcheeks with his hands and invited me in. And off we went.

"Harder! Harder! Fuck me hard!"

So I have it all I had.

"Harder!"

WTF? I'm going as hard as I can. Give me a break - I'm not a fucking teenager any more!

I eventually collapsed, exhausted, on top of him. After a short rest, off I went again. Then another rest. Then off again.

I was totally spent so I withdrew, lay on my back and let him sa-moke me to a happy ending. And what a talented sa-moker he is! This is what makes the horrible journey to Thailand so worthwhile.

We both worked feverishly on his cock, but he couldn't cum. Oh well,.....

He went back to the bar and I headed out for a walk as it was still early - 11:00. Soi Twilight was very quiet with few people in the soi and both beer bars at the entrance had far fewer customers than usual. I then went over to Soi Yipun - the Japanese soi- but it was also very quiet. There are heaps of girls sitting outside the bars playing on their phones.

The girls there normally leave us farang alone, as they are only interested in Japanese men, but tonight, did to the lack of business, I had lots of girls running over to accost me. One girl was particularly aggressive. I told her she was wasting her time with me, but she obviously hasn't gotten past chapter 1 in her Japanese textbook as she then pulled my head down and pushed her tits into my face.

The Japanese don't have an equivalent for "Get the fuck away from me."

How do you say that it Thai?

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