Pattaya report Oct 2018

[werner]

A447,

Thanks for your wonderful story in #19 above.

Some of your stories seem to be pornographic fantasies! Please write more entries like #19 above.

[Smiles]

" ... some of your stories seem to be pornographic fantasies! ... "

Hmmmm ... not quite sure whether our beloved Board sex maniac (and Moderator) would appreciate that. He has been known to relegate such outrageous insinuations to the Board back burner, ... AKA The Holding Room. Yes the same rat-filled place as in '1984'.

Try and be a little less impeachment-minded OK.

[a447]

He has been known to relegate such outrageous insinuations to the Board back burner, ... AKA The Holding Room.

Really? That's news to me.

I hope you do my the courtesy of naming the threads involved. If not, i think you owe me an apology.

[frequent]

Really? That's news to me.

I hope you do my the courtesy of naming the threads involved. If not, i think you owe me an apology.

Now now Smiles, I think you may be Basil https://youtu.be/0TO5vbXVtDU

[Smiles]

I think you owe me an apology.

I'm sorry.

[frequent]

I'm sorry.

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[dinagam]

Don't we have any smaller font?

[Smiles]

Don't we have any smaller font?

Just FYI: No. size 1 is the smallest. This intrigued me, so I tried with .50 but no cigar.

[SIZE=.50]im sorry[/SIZE]

[frequent]

Don't we have any smaller font?

Size queen?

[a447]

Yesterday afternoon we were laying in bed and the conversation turned to dinner, as it always did after we've had our fun. We both like prawns so he A I'll call him Nom - suggested we go to a seafood barbecue buffet restaurant called "Ninja."

It was sensational. I ended up having one of the best meals ever in Thailand.

The selection of seafood is huge - meat, vegetables, salad, fruit are also included in the 400 baht price.

But we went straight for the prawns.

Whenever I take a guy out for dinner I am always surprised by the amount they can eat. We loaded up our plates just with prawns - all a very decent size - and cooked them ourselves on the barbeque. I took about 10, he took around twice as many. We shared them.

After we'd finished those, it was back for more. Again, I took 10 but he took 24! OMG! When we had eaten our fill there were still 4 of his left on the plate but we somehow get through them.

So all in all I'm guessing we ate close to 60 prawns between us. I've never eaten so many in one sitting and by the time I'd finished I knew prawns will now be off the menu for quite a while. And I'll have to get my cholesterol down.

At 400 baht, it was the bargain of the century. And Nom was in heaven, as prawns are a bit too expensive for him.

We'll be going back again before I leave, but this time we'll mix it up a bit. They had whole fish on offer but we were too full to try them.

Forget the rip-off seafood places on Walking Street. There's no comparison.

Over dinner we were talking about his brother, Beer. If two people were ever cut from a different cloth it is these guys.

Beer is his younger brother. He couldn't find work back home so Nom suggested he try his luck with him in Pattaya. He joined him in Eros.

When I first met Beer he reminded me so much of Nom, who had raised him single-handedly when he himself was still only a child; he was quiet, reserved, very polite and a little shy. He didn't speak a single word of English.

One night the three of us were sitting in Eros when Beer asked me to chuck-wow him. What? Here, in front of your brother? I was a bit hesitant, as I felt it may be disrespecting Nom.

"Can do. No problem. He want chuck-wow from you. Sure!"

So Nom sat and watched as I chuck-wowed his own younger brother. It was all a bit surreal and I felt quite uncomfortable, so I left him do it himself and lent him a helping hand every now and then.

But I needn't have worried. After Beer came, both brothers sat there joking about the amount of cum he'd produced and his unusual chuck-wow style.

When I was growing up in Japan it was common amongst my friends to jack-off in front of they brothers, as they shared a room. It was more convenient to sacrifice privacy for the sake of convenience - no need to get up and go to the toilet to do it.

I don't have a brother but one thing is for certain - if I shared a room I'd be doing it in the toilet, not in his presence.

In a traditional Japanese house you can hear absolutely everything that goes on. If your friend is having a wank, you know. And he knows you know. If any fucking takes place the whole house shakes. Couples have to wait until their children to go sleep and then do it was quietly as they can.

This explains the huge number of love hotels in Japan. They are mostly used by couples who want privacy and can let their hair down. Fucking in Japan is a very noisy activity!

I knew they once shared a room near when they started working together at Eros and later when they moved to a bar in Jomtien Complex, so I was interested in how they got on.

"What did you do? Did you chuck-wow in front of each other?

"No, never! He my brother. Can not!"

But....but...what about that time in the bar?"

"Not same. Bar is work."

The line had been drawn.

It also explains an incident that happened in a restaurant a couple of years ago. I went over to pay the bill and he walked outside. When I came out I could see he was visibly upset and very angry.

"What's wrong?" I asked, thinking maybe I was at fault.

He was unable to hide his feelings behind his smile. Something had happened, but he didn't want to tell me.

Finally he explained that as he was leaving, a farang who had been sitting next to us had rushed up and grabbed his butt.

"He touch me here! I not baby! Here not bar!"

In Australia the guy would have been charged with sexual assault. To make matters worse, it happened in public, front of other customers. He felt humiliated.

Sorry, I digress. Back to Beer.

At first everything was going well between the brothers but then Beer suddenly started making money and soon discovered alcohol, girls and nightclubs. They, not work, became his sole focus.

Him spoke to him about the importance of a sound work ethic and the necessity to distaste work from play. He knew, as he was speaking from experience. But Be refused to listen.

Nom said he skips work whenever he's got a bit of money from the customers and sirens the whole night partying, often arriving home at noon. He also sometimes starts drinking in the early afternoon and turns up for work drunk.

Non had also told him time and time again that when a customer calls you over to sit with him, you can't pull out your phone and play games. Sitting with a customer is work. To his credit, Beer took one piece of advice from Nom - start learning English. He exclaimed to him that customers are paying money and don't want to sit in silence with their chosen companion.

When I last saw Beer I was amazed at his progress - we could actually carry on a simple conversation.

An American customer was smitten by Beer - he's really very cute - and offed him every night. He asked Beer if he had a motorbike and when he said no, he took him out the next day and bought him a brand new 80,000 baht Honda.

But when the farang came back a few months later, Beer decided he'd rather party with his friends and refused to meet him!

Nom was appalled and that incident has affected their relationship. Although he still soaks fondly of him, he tells me he is ashamed of his brother.

When Beer runs out of money he knows better than to ask Nom for a hand -out.

"I give him nothing. He cannot pay room? Ok, he sleep with his friend. His problem, not mine."

But I know that when Beer is down to his last satang, Nom buys him food. But that's all.

"I tell him, you want money, you come to bar and work. But he don't listen. He crazy!"

Nom told me that Beer rides his motorbike when he's so drunk he can hardly stand up. He tries to avoid the police by going down the back streets, but last year he was caught and spent some time in prison. He was on the phone every day begging his brother to bail him out.

"So, what did you do? I asked, fearing I already knew the answer.

A long silence ensured.

"I pay. Now I feel shame."

Tears welled up in his eyes. He obviously loves his brother deeply but now he is sick with worry. He goes to bed every night wondering if Beer managed to get home safely.

"I very sad for him. Why he don't listen? Why he do this to me?"

Why, indeed.

We can never know what's going on behind that beautiful Thai smile.