traveled from Thailand to Cambodia by plane and spent a week in Siem Reap before using the bus to get to Phnom Penh. I had been to both of these locations before and knew that I would be unlikely to find any person of interest while in Siem Reap. I planned to be in a luxury high rise in Phnom Penh for ten days. I chose to be in a new part of town on the other side of the river where there would be fewer tourists.
Soon after I arrived, I received messages from a Cambodian man who wanted to visit me. His profile was listed as being in Phnom Penh but it didn’t seem that that was accurate by what he indicated about needing to travel and maybe stay overnight. He was an average Asian build top in his middle thirties. Having been with other vigorous young Asian tops, I took an interest in his emails. He made clear that he wasn’t seeking a sugar Daddy.
We made a plan for a weekday and he informed me that he would arrive by 10 AM. This was early for me but not so much that I needed to set an alarm. I agreed to meet Ding at the security entrance to my building complex of three buildings so that he could get past security without any difficulty.
As I was walking from my building, to the security entrance I noticed a tuk tuk droping off a man fitting his description. He had clear face photos of me and he waved when he saw me approaching. Ding was slender, 5’6”, with short black hair and no features that would make him easily distinguishable from many other Cambodian men his age. He had a heightened energy about him but it seemed more like nervous energy than sexual or elevated intelligence. I would determine later that it was an insatiable curiosity.
I escorted him to my building and we used the elevator to arrive at the 16th floor which provided a very attractive view of the city across the Sab river, especially at night with the lights. He asked about using the bathroom and I directed him to the area next to the bedroom. I waited for him in the living room, enjoying the view.
When he came out of the bathroom, he had removed his shirt, exposing a well-defined smooth Asian chest. I was very attracted by the definitions showing on his chest and I approached him to meet in the middle of the living room. “Well, aren’t you better looking than your pictures,” I declared honestly. He didn’t verbally respond, but put his hands on my chest and began to rub my very sensitive nipples through my shirt. He smiled knowing that he was pleasing his Daddy.
I touched his smooth chest with both of my hands and enjoyed the feel of his soft light brown skin. He undid the buttons on my short sleeved shirt and exposed my smooth chest where he could have counted the few hairs displayed there. He pressed his lips against my left nipple and sucked gently which was very arousing for me. He reached down with one hand and encouraged my cock to engorge. I put my hands behind his head and held him to my breast while I arched my back from the pleasuring.
My cock was getting really stimulated and my shorts were not going to contain me long. He dropped to his knees and pulled down my shorts all of the way exposing my hard shaft which was now pointing right at his smiling face. “Yes,” he declared as he cupped my balls with one hand to direct my cock into his warm mouth. His wet lips felt so exciting and I started to have visions of fucking him right there on the sofa. I knew that he would have that small, smooth Asian ass that got my attention. I massaged his short black hair with both my hands and pulled on his ear lobes.
Ding closed his lips firmly on my dick and bobbed slowly back and forth making my cock wet and very hard. I held his head in place and began to thrust in and out with a rhythmic pattern but didn’t push all of the way into his throat until he got used to the size. I gave one hard thrust that reached deep into his throat and held his head in place until he needed to breathe. I pulled out all of the way and he gulped in breaths of air before putting his mouth back on my cock with more vigor. He reached underneath my shaved balls and pressed a finger against my opening. He noted that I was very tight and added some of his saliva from my dick to lubricate the opening.
He slowly stimulated the anal opening by rubbing his wet firm finger back and forth before he pushed his middle finger just inside the opening. He rotated his digit inside and began to relax my opening while he kept his warm mouth on my hard cock. As my ass got stimulated, my brain changed direction and I started wondering about the size of his cock. “Come to the bedroom,” I directed as I withdrew my hard, wet cock from his dripping mouth.
I got completely naked and he followed my direction doing the same. As we faced each other, both dicks were pointing forward and he had a good-sized dark shaft that I wanted to taste. I dropped to my knees and took his firm member into my warm mouth. I was hungry for him and didn’t tease his cock but took him fully within my mouth in the first gulp. I closed my lips tightly around his firm shaft as I pulled backward sucking along the way. He gasped from the experience and I dove all the way in again so that my face was pressed up against his abdomen. Ding wasn’t thick, but had a decent length that reached almost to the back of my throat, one of my serious erogenous zones.
I pumped back and forth and began to taste his precum. He was enjoying having a Daddy give him some good head. “Come up on the bed, Daddy” he directed and I did so. I lay naked face up and he placed his, smooth body on top of mine and we began to grind our firm cocks together. Both of us were increasing our breathing while stimulating each other.
He moved to a kneeling position and reached back to take hold of my ankles. He lifted my legs up into the air while his cock pressed against my balls. I loved feeling his hard cock pressing in to me wanting to find a way in. Ding saw the lube by the side of the bed and gently rubbed some on my opening and on his hard manhood. He pushed my legs back further, over my head exposing my lubed-up anus. He maneuvered his cock to my sensitive opening and slowly pushed himself inside me. I enjoyed how hard his dick was and was glad that it wasn’t too thick to cause any pain. He watched my face as he took possession of my body for his pleasure and mine.
Ding let my legs go and leaned forward to suck on my nipples. He stayed inside and began slow thrusts into me that rippled up to my nipples. His hard cock slid back and forth while he stayed attached to that nipple. There was something electric about those two points of contact that made me shoot a load of cum onto both of our chests. He felt me shudder in orgasm and pressed himself fully against my body to coat his chest with my sperm.
He leaned back and looked directly into my face as he started shoving his dick into me with force while I felt his balls slapping against my ass. He moved into a plank position and thrust his dick downward using his full strength to push in and out of me. I felt his cock get even harder and his face began to contort as he focused his energy fully on his dick pounding into me. His warm liquid shot forcefully into me and he kept on thrusting to make a second shot of cum add to the first. Ding didn’t collapse onto me but stayed in that plank position for a minute while his cock softened somewhat.
He pulled himself out the rest of the way and laid himself next to me on the bed with both our faces looking at the ceiling. He came onto me with such a rush of intent in the living room and my attraction to his muscled chest made the chemistry complete. Our naked bodies responded to natural stimuli, completing acts of pleasure with abandon. Although I didn’t sense any emotional attachment between us, the physical attractions made that unnecessary. We both had very satisfying orgasms.
We lay quietly in bed and I knew that I would need to be the one to begin a conversation so I asked where he lived. He explained that he had lived in Phnom Penh but had moved to Sihanoukville for a job which hadn’t turned out to be as lucrative as he had been promised. Many Chinese tourists went to that area now and there were large casinos.
I asked how he got to Phnom Penh and he informed me that he had taken an early bus and then the tuk tuk from the bus station to where I was on the other side of the river. He made sure that I understood he was not looking for a relationship and valued his independence. Sex was just for fun and didn’t have any meaning. I wondered if he had been emotionally harmed to arrive at this position of distancing. I didn’t push him to find out why he felt that way, but I recognized some of the same elements within myself. Sex could happen for me just for the sake of sex, but I always left open the door for an emotional connection if one were available. It seemed that his door was securely barricaded.
I asked him if he wanted something to eat and he affirmed that he hadn’t eaten since early morning. I knew that there were a number of small restaurants nearby which I had not entered since there didn’t appear to be any English spoken or written. This would be an opportunity to explore one with a Cambodian man. We tidied up and put on our clothes.
The area that I was in was expanding with more high-rise residential construction. There was also a small university across the street which meant street vendors and cheap restaurants. Ding asked me what I wanted and I declared that I was interested in some noodles with vegetables. The first restaurant that I pointed out didn’t have noodles and so we continued for a few more blocks before locating some noodles displayed by a restaurant.
Ding asked the chef/server if what I wanted was available and she seemed to indicate that she could make something similar. He ordered something for himself and we took seats at the inside area of the open-air restaurant where there were only two other diners. There were large fans, but no air conditioning to deal with the ninety degree heat. The same woman brought us two glasses of iced water which was a surprise for me. In the past I had experienced that ice was difficult to obtain in Cambodia. She asked through Ding if I wanted my food spicy and I affirmed.
This was also a change in Cambodia where spicy food was not typical, but it seemed as if they were being influenced by their spicy Thai neighbors and Chinese tourists who preferred their food highly spiced. Now the Cambodians asked beforehand.
It was not long before the food was presented and I had a bowl of steaming broth with noodles, vegetables and probably pork. It had a good spicy flavor which seasoned my lips and throat. Ding had a plate of rice and chicken innards along with a hard-boiled egg. We ate without much conversation and I paid less than five dollars for the two lunches.
On the return walk, Ding stopped at a street vendor to get an iced coffee. When I asked how it was, he declared that it wasn’t very good which didn’t surprise him because it was quite cheap for the students no doubt. I noted how he looked at businesses and buildings as we took our walk. Like me, I sensed that he was quite curious and wanted to understand how everything worked and what people were doing. Most likely he made the same observation about me, another point of our commonality.
We arrived back at my condo and we each took to our phones to look at emails and messages. We were like roommates who were not friends but just occupied a common space. Neither of us spoke for more than an hour. Our bodily needs had been met and there wasn’t more of a connection to create real communication. I didn’t take my usual afternoon time in the pool since he didn’t have a suit and would be at loose ends.
I asked if he had a place to stay for the night and he sheepishly declared that he did not, so I offered to have him stay at my place. Overnights were rare for me, but given that he had traveled to be with me, it was the proper host offering. He made no verbal comment following my offer, but I knew that he had accepted. Again, I wondered what had led him to be so detached. The afternoon waned without much more conversation.
As we watched the sunset from the balcony, I asked if he were ready for some dinner. He affirmed and I suggested that there was a street vendor who sold roast chickens and we could get some rice and vegetables. This agreed with him and we walked a little further than we had for lunch to arrive at the chicken vendor who had a stainless-steel rotisserie on the roadside. About ten other vendors were in this same area.
Ding did the communicating with the vendor and I did the money transfer. The chicken came with some raw vegetables and a dipping sauce. I had noted along the way that there was a woman cooking morning glory stalks in a wok and I suggested that we get some. Again, Ding did the communicating and I did the money. We also got lots of rice. At both vendors we were asked about having our food spicy and we affirmed.
When we arrived back at my condo, I set up place mats and utensils along with plates and napkins. Ding used the knife that I provided to carve up the chicken which had more parts than a Western chicken. The head and neck were tucked into one cavity and the feet with claws were tucked into the other end. Ding noted that I wasn’t choosing to eat those parts and enjoyed them all. Between the two of us we managed to mostly finish the food that we had obtained.
Ding insisted that he would clean the dishes and put away the small amount of leftovers. I saw this as his way to pay for his room and board and I remained sitting while he completed what he had set out to do. He was better at cleaning than most men which was another sign of his independence.
We returned to checking emails and messages just as we had earlier in the day. He made a couple of short phone calls which were in Khmer so I didn’t understand what was communicated. They seemed to be calls with friends, perhaps people he had known in Phnom Penh when he had lived there. I noted that he didn’t at any time give the television any attention. I rarely turned one on when I was traveling, preferring to be on the Internet which was not as passive as the television. In so many cultures, one relaxed to the television following a dinner, but it didn’t seem to interest him.
We were sitting on opposite ends of the small sofa, when I noted that he had begun rubbing his cock through his light shorts. I gave him my full attention but didn’t change my position. He noted that he had gotten my attention and opened up his shorts to expose his hard stick. He teasingly stroked himself while watching my face. It was quite likely that I involuntarily licked my lips which still had the flavor of spicy chicken and greens.
Ding stood, got naked and walked the short distance to put his cock in my face. I leaned forward and engulfed him to the base. He was going to be my sweet dessert. My hands cupped his cute smooth ass to hold him in place while I sucked on his delicious cock. He rubbed my hair gently and I felt a touch of affection from him, perhaps it was gratitude. We stayed in that position for some time while I enjoyed the feeling of his dick in my mouth and my hands on his ass. I could feel my own cock begin to engorge and I was certain that he noted the change.
He backed up, pulling his hard cock from my mouth and dropped to his knees in front of me. He undid my shorts and pulled them off to expose my dick. His mouth felt even warmer than the first experience and I leaned back into the sofa to lift up my dick to him. He sucked me gently at first, but then increased his speed and strength until I was fully upright.
“Come turn around,” he instructed me with a soft but clear voice. I knew what would follow and was eager to do as he told me. I moved into a doggy position and held onto the back of the sofa for support as he walked his firm cock up to my opening. He took some saliva from his mouth and rubbed it on my opening as well as on his dick.
He positioned the head of his cock at the mouth of my ass and rubbed in circles on the outside before he plunged his hard shaft into me in one forceful thrust. His hands held onto my hips as he pushed deep and hard into me with force and intention. His smooth athletic body was joining with me and filling me with his hard dick. Even though he had orgasmed earlier, he was young and I knew that he would again fill me with his hot fluids. I enjoyed the feeling of his youthful energy being satisfied by my much older body. He smacked my ass a few times as he continued his relentless fucking. “Oh yes, give it to me,” I encouraged him. “Fuck me with your hard cock,” I continued. He slapped my ass harder but made no comment. There was no pain from the smacks and I enjoyed the feeling from his touch.
My dick was flopping back and forth in rhythm to the thrusts of his cock. He reached underneath and stroked me while he continued to plunge his own cock into my prostate. I didn’t think that it would happen but before long, the stimulation was so strong that I shot a load of cum on the faux leather black sofa.
He released my used cock and focused his attention on his own. Even with the air conditioning on, I felt his sweat dripping onto my back as he continued pushing his shaft into me for another five minutes. I was getting worn out, but his youth led him to get as much enjoyment as he could. “Yes, give me your hard cock. Fill me with your cum,” I encouraged. I felt his body tense and his cock thicken as spurts of cum shot into me with full force. He had multiple aftershocks and thrusts that filled me to the point where I knew that his sperm were dripping from me onto the sofa to join with mine.
He didn’t relax onto me or say anything, but pulled his cock back and went into the bathroom where I heard him turn on the shower. I was certain that he was very sweaty and needed the cool water to get his body back to a normal temperature. I gave him a couple minutes of privacy but then went into the bathroom myself.
The shower was open-style and the room was fully tiled so there was no enclosed space. He noted my entrance but didn’t give me any attention choosing to focus on his own body. I entered the wet area and stood behind him. I took some soap and sensually washed his back. He leaned his soapy body against me and let the water cascade down the front of his smooth naked chest. As I felt his body relax against me, I rubbed his chest with soap which washed off right away. His head rested against me in a brief moment of comfort.
It was as though he had awakened from a dream and was startled to sense me behind him. Without comment he left the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off. I remained in the shower and finished cleaning myself alone and puzzled. Perhaps I had awakened a memory from an experience he didn’t want to remember. I didn’t know how to help him.
I returned to the living room following my cleansing and put my clothes back on. Ding was already fully dressed and sitting on the sofa focused on the task on his phone. I didn’t disturb him but got my phone and sat on the other end of the sofa. I didn’t know how to break through to him and I sensed that he wanted to stay closed.
In a short while, I felt myself getting sleepy and declared that it was time for me to go to bed. “Ok,” he said. “See you later,” he continued while still focused on his phone. It had been a long day for me being with someone all day and I was indeed tired. I got naked and dropped myself into the large bed where I soon fell asleep.
It was very common for me to wake in the middle of the night. As I did so, I realized that I was the only one in bed. I used the bathroom and went into the living room where I discovered the sleeping Ding on the sofa. He was wearing just his shorts and was sleeping in a curled position on his side. I chose not to disturb him but returned to my own sleeping quarters where I spent restless hours.
I heard him in the bathroom but didn’t leave my bed. Five minutes later he came into my room fully dressed. “I have to leave,” he declared without a reason. “I’ll see you later, OK?” he offered. “OK,” I sleepily responded. There was no touching between us and the space that distanced us was palpable. I heard him close the door on his way out. I didn’t expect to see him return and I was correct.
I received a text later that day that he had met a friend and was returning to Sihanoukville on the back of the friend’s motorbike. It was not until the next day that he sent an email that was intended to be closure for him.
“I just wanted you to know that I am not available to be a boyfriend. So, don’t get any ideas. My independence is important to me and I don’t want any attachment. Enjoy your stay in Phnom Penh.”