By staying in Pattaya for a number of months, I came to know the city and its neighborhoods much better. I chose to move to a quiet section of Jomtien Beach obtaining my typical condo overlooking the water with views of Koh Larn. In this area the sounds of birds and waves crashing on the shore were prominent and the breezes from the water were very cooling and pleasant. The sun set over the island of Koh Larn creating beautiful views every day.
This part of the beach was also the Dongtan gay section. There were two big clues to its being identifiable as gay. There weren’t many families in the beach lounge chairs but mostly older men with same age or much younger friends. Most times of the day “rent boys” could be seen strolling the walkway looking for clients. In the evenings when it was cooler, all kinds of people were seen walking at a good pace or running for health along the flat roadway that didn’t allow vehicles. As a bisexual person, I determined that there was a lot of attractiveness going by that was worth viewing.
I had taken a seat on a wooden backless bench where I had a good view of the waves crashing as well as the people going by in both directions. In my denim shorts and athletic sleeveless shirt, I fit right in to the scene at the beach. I had a bottle of orange juice and some salty crackers for my snack while watching my live movie of passersby. There was a handsome young Thai boy in his late teens who noted me and slowed his approach. He stopped and pretended to text someone on his phone while he looked directly at me waiting for an inviting signal. He stood sideways to suggestively display his slender Thai body. I wasn’t at all interested and didn’t send a signal which led him to continue on his way.
About ten minutes later a young man walked right up to where I was sitting, lowered his face mask, smiled and briskly said, “Hello.” He was very slender and Asian, but I didn’t think that he was Thai because his face was quite angular. I returned a Thai greeting and the young man took a seat on the bench next to me. “How are you?” he asked in Thai and I was able to respond in Thai that I was well. “You speak good Thai,” he said in English and I confessed that my skills were still very limited. “Where are you from?” he asked. I declared that I was now from Pattaya since I had sold my home and was just travelling. He laughed and asked, “Where you stay?” I pointed to the nearby condo grouping.
“How old you think I am?” he asked directly. I estimated him to be twenty seven and he straightened up his posture to declare proudly that he was thirty. “You like massage? I make nice massage for you,” he queried while placing a hand on my bare knee. “Today is not good, but maybe tomorrow,” I returned. “Maybe you like sexy massage and I can be good to you,” he said as he leaned in and lightly rubbed my crotch. Since I wasn’t interested, I changed the subject by asking, “Where are you from?” “I am Cambodian from Battambang. You know Battambang?” he replied. I informed him that I had been to Cambodia a few times and had been to Siem Reap and Phnom Penh. I had only been through Battambang on the bus but didn’t visit.
“Siem Reap full of tourists and Phnom Penh full of Chinese,” he declared accurately. “Maybe you are tired and could use relaxing massage,” he continued as he massaged my shoulders. His hands felt good on my body and I had been thinking about going to one of the nearby massage places to get a massage from a female. I asked, “How much do you charge for massage?” “You pay whatever you like,” he demurred. When he saw that that approach wasn’t working, he stated five hundred baht as his rate without providing any details.
“Do you have LINE?” he asked meaning the Internet application that Thai people used for communicating. I informed him that I did and I gave him my number. He provided his name and requested mine which I provided. He explained that it was difficult with no tourists. “I haven’t had a customer in three days. Maybe you like later tonight,” he suggested hopefully. “Maybe tomorrow,” I responded and he held out his hand to shake. When he departed, I realized that Nung would be the first time I would be paying for sex. Yes, it was a massage, but it was clear that it was an exchange of money for sex. At least I would have some friendly human touch and get an orgasm. I hadn’t had either in a week and I was overdue.
I was surprised when there was no text from Nung the next morning, but there he was in the late afternoon asking how I was. He wanted to know if I was ready for a massage. We made a plan for meeting at my security gate at 6 PM. I went on time to meet him, but he was already close to the entrance to my building. He had managed to get through security and perhaps they already knew him. He had told me the day before that he had been in Pattaya for five months. “Hello,” he greeted me with a friendly smile. I asked if he had a facial mask, since he would need one to gain entrance to the building. He pulled out a black cloth mask from a pocket and put it on. As we approached the elevator, the Thai man who managed the lobby area gave me a knowing look of understanding when he saw me walking with Nung. I supposed Thai people in this gay area must have been used to witnessing the older farang with a young man or boy.
Because my room got good breezes, I wasn’t using the air conditioning even though the room got warm in the afternoon when the sunlight hit the balcony directly. “It’s warm in here,” declared Nung and I quickly turned on the AC and the large fan over the bed. Soon the room was comfortable. I placed a large towel on the king-sized bed and removed my clothes. Nung stripped down to his little black cotton bikini underwear. He was even more slender in appearance without clothes. He had very thin legs and his chest showed some definition but there was no body fat to be found anywhere. “Do you have water?” he asked. Before I could answer he opened the refrigerator and removed a bottled water which he opened and drank. “Do you have cream?” he queried. I was not surprised that he didn’t have his own supplies. I had some oil with camphor which was good for massage, but the scent was strong so one only used a small amount. I explained this to Nung as I provided him with the small bottle of oil. I also warned him not to put any of the oil near his eyes since it would be very uncomfortable. “How much do you pay for this oil?” he queried and I informed him that it had been a gift from a friend in Chiang Mai.
I lay naked face down on the bed and felt some of the oil dripping onto my back. Nung straddled my legs and used light, quick touches to massage my back. I could tell right away that he was not professionally trained in either Thailand or Cambodia. I just relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of his human touch. After about ten minutes he moved to massaging my legs and used some chopping technique. He massaged my ass for a minute and then asked me to turn over. I had read that rent boy massages were often brief and moved along quickly to the sexual element and this was the proof.
I turned over and Nung pulled down his underwear to display his thin, hard cock. “You like? You want?” he asked. He massaged my legs for a couple of minutes and then took off his underwear. He lay naked on top of me with his cock pressing into my bare abdomen. He kissed me gingerly on the lips and asked with a smile, “What you like? You want to suck me?” I accepted his offer and he moved to a kneeling position on the bed next to my head. His average Asian cock easily fit into my mouth and I sensed that he was impressed that I readily took all of his very hard shaft to the back of my throat.
He stroked my dick a bit before he leaned over to apply some saliva from his mouth for lubricant. I enjoyed sucking on him and I could tell that he was getting more aroused. He moved into a 69 position straddling my face. He had a really cute little ass and I massaged it sensually. He sucked my dick for a minute and got me fully erect. I sucked his cock and licked his smooth small balls which he found very pleasurable. The sounds of his arousal were getting louder.
Nung moved to standing next to the bed with his cock in my face. “You want my cum here?” he asked pointing to my chest. I accepted his offer and he continued, “And your cum?” We agreed that my chest was to be the landing spot for both orgasms and I returned to sucking his thin shaft. He stroked me and I became more aroused as he increased his excitement. Our heavy breathing began to synch with each becoming more aroused by the other’s faster breathing. When he was about to cum, Nung pulled his cock from my mouth and squirted his hot cum on my naked chest which brought me to orgasm seconds later. I knew that I had produced buckets of cum.
Nung reached over and got some tissues from the nearby table for me to clean myself while he went to the bathroom. The tissues were barely adequate for the quantity. While Nung was in the bathroom, I used the kitchen sink to clean my hands and wipe my chest. I could hear him washing out his mouth and spitting. Nung went immediately to his pile of clothes and began dressing. “You OK?” he asked and I affirmed without complimenting his service. I had looked at the clock and my rent boy experience was seventeen minutes of massage and thirteen minutes of sexual activity. I had intended to provide him with a tip of one or two hundred baht and had his money ready on my table. When his service provided the bare minimum of massage and a hand job more than a blow job, I decided to just pay him what he had requested. I provided him with the five bills in a bundle and I observed him checking the amount before he left the room. I was grateful that he didn’t begin a story about difficult times and request more money. I sensed that he saw me as an ongoing customer.
I informed him that I was going to take my evening walk which meant that I could accompany him to the security gate and make sure that he was able to leave. I was also able to verify that he didn’t linger at my building. I had some anxiety in the back of my head about his easy access to my compound and perhaps even to my floor since the lobby security had clearly noted him. The door to my condo had a simple push button lock which was easily picked. For the first time I began to think about using the dead bolt lock as well.