Yes, it was indeed a pleasure meeting a447 and one that I hope we can repeat during his future visits. After reading of his sexploits, related to us in great detail, over the years, I felt that I knew him intimately. But sadly, I didn’t have enough time to find out the secrets of his er, em . . . success.Originally Posted by a447
But what a447 did not mention was the preamble leading up to our meeting. We had agreed to meet at 19:00 at Hotmale Beer Bar. I arrived a few minutes late and could not see another fa-ràng in the immediate vicinity. The boys in the first three beer bars were trying desperately to get me to sit in their bar. My eyesight in the darkened soi wasn’t good, but after satisfying myself that I was the only fa-ràng in the bars, I allowed a cute boy from Laos to plunk me down on a rather comfortable looking sofa.
I said I was waiting on a friend. He said I had to order a drink. ‘Okay, I’ll have a Coke Zero please,’ I said. He brought me a Diet Coke, which I duly accepted. But my new found ‘friend’ wouldn’t leave me alone. He proceeded to give me quite an enjoyable neck and shoulder massage. He then sat down and massaged my upper thighs, with the occasional brush of my crown jewels. Oh I say! where is a447? Things were hotting up rather too quickly. I asked the boy if he could see any other fa-ràng, as I couldn’t see so far in the subdued lighting.
‘No,’ he said, ‘no fa-ràng. What he look like?’ Crikey! I didn’t know and said this to the boy. ‘Why you don’t know?’ said the boy. Ahhhh . . . a tricky question, I thought. 'We met on the Internet,’ I said. Hmmm . . . he must have thought I was on a blind date, ha,ha,ha!
‘Where is a447?’ I again asked myself. The boy from Laos asked me to buy him a drink. Maybe later I said. Time was passing. The boy then suggested I off him, we could go for dinner and he could come back with me. ‘No,’ I said, ‘I had better give my friend more time.’ ‘Maybe he no come,’ said the boy. ‘Maybe he is with a boy,’ I half joked, thinking to my myself that the randy bugger had probably met someone for a little quickie between walking from his hotel, a 5 minute walk from Soi Twilight. Or, maybe he had forgotten, I asked myself. The boy again pressed me to off him. ‘Oh cannot,’ I said, ‘tomorrow I must get up early to go the immigration office.’ Not one to be put off, the boy countered by saying, ‘No problem, I can come with you for a short time, two or three hours.’ What? Two or three hours! Who did he think I was? latintopxxx? Blimey! One hour would be pushing it, I thought to myself.
After waiting 25 minutes I decided to text a447 and jog his memory. No, that didn’t work, I didn’t receive a reply. Yes, he must have met someone; I had better give him another 10-15 minutes. My boy from Laos gave up on me and rejoined his chums. Then 5 minutes later, a fa-ràng appeared in the soi. I tried to hear what he was saying to the boys, but I couldn’t hear. I called the Laos boy back and asked him to ask the name of the fa-ràng. So off he tootled and I heard him ask the question. The fa-ràng wondered why he was being asked and the boy from Laos pointed to me sitting on the sofa. Ah success! It was indeed a447. It was almost a Dr Livingstone and Mr Stanley moment. And no, he hadn’t been having his wicked way with a quickie on route to the bar, as I had wrongly and scurrilously imagined. He had in fact been standing at the entrance to the soi for the previous 30 minutes. We had clearly missed one another as I snuck into the soi.
We had a drink together before going elsewhere for dinner and, not forgetting the waiter’s sterling efforts with his massage, when we asked for the bill, I tipped him 100 baht and left him with the 20 baht from the change to my drink.
Later on in the evening as we were leaving the soi and passing Hotmale Bar, the waiter called out to me, ‘[Jellybean]! See you tomorrow.’ Oops, I had forgotten that I had told a small white lie. Well, you never know, I may just follow up on my promise at a future date.
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