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« Reply #10 on: September 28, 2010, 11:13:10 PM »

This is one very interesting gay stories.............. haha
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« Reply #11 on: September 28, 2010, 11:43:25 PM »

This is one very interesting gay stories.............. haha
not gay stories na, RakMak is a lady na Grin
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« Reply #11 on: September 28, 2010, 11:43:25 PM »

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« Reply #12 on: September 29, 2010, 03:09:49 AM »

This is one very interesting gay stories.............. haha
not gay stories na, RakMak is a lady na Grin

Really,,,,, it sounded gay,, hahahahaha... I am sooooooo Sorry
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Nevertheless,,, its one hell of a juicy story....
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« Reply #13 on: September 29, 2010, 04:06:22 AM »

LOL ok i'm waiting for updates again!
seems like the story is getting more and more interesting!
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« Reply #14 on: September 30, 2010, 11:16:09 AM »

I'm waiting tooooooooo~
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« Reply #15 on: September 30, 2010, 11:38:52 PM »

I would rather fall for a person after knowing him than to fall for him because of some charm. Those days, I was a lot more innocent, and did not really think of consequences, the future nor reality. I was happy to be in love and it was that simple.

Got was an amazing person, or so I thought. After three or four years of flying back and forth to see him, I finally met his mother. His mother was a down to earth, typical thai lady, clad in a simple t-shirt and slacks. She was quite different, in the sense that while he was tall, she was short. While his gestures and demeanor were refined and calculated, she was far rougher. They were so different that I found myself wondering if he picked some random lady off the streets to present as his mum. We went to eat at Baiyoke Sky that night, and that was when I met Nat. Nat is another story altogether, and his story would extend far into my life in more ways than one.

Isn't it funny how tangled a web we live in? Life is a whole endless series of lines, projecting and intersecting each other till the web is woven, and we are stuck in an endless rut of responsibilities. I've broken free from convention early on, but still, each time ennui sets in, I would start running and struggling to be free. Got was actualized that night. That night I met his mother was also the beginning of the end of our easy relationship of sorts. Would I want to uproot myself and stay in Bangkok eventually, and face a mother-in-law who was a little crass and uneducated? I think not, and that day, my resolve was set to embark on another path. It was time for me to do more with my trips to Bangkok, and meeting Nat provided me with the means to do so.

Nat was a magician, and he was one of the top five magicians in Thailand. He happened to perform that night I met Got and his mother, and Got acted as a translator for me, being more conversant in English than Nat.

Nat and I exchanged cards and promised to meet up the next day to find out more about each others' trade. He was my business contact and would, in the course of ten years, prove to be an invaluable friend and resource.

But back to Got. Got brought me out to meet his friends during one of the trips I made to Bangkok. That night was the night he completely killed whatever affection I had for him, and with the flimsiest of all excuses too.

To be continued...
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« Reply #16 on: October 01, 2010, 01:23:27 AM »

thank you for your story. From the way you write and describe situations, you are a guy. Smiley thanks for your stories. Smiley
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« Reply #17 on: October 01, 2010, 09:07:05 AM »

OMg.... mr butterfly...I am a girl...met some of the forum gals already..
but then again, I've always been very "guy" since young... Smiley
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« Reply #18 on: October 01, 2010, 12:41:29 PM »

Wow gal..you write really well..looking forward to reading about what flimsy excuse Got gave and did.
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« Reply #19 on: October 02, 2010, 07:22:42 PM »

Got brought me along to his friend's house, where they were having a mini party at home. His friend was fair, ultra good looking and was a singer at one of the larger Thai establishments in Bangkok. He appears on TV sometimes and had quite a lot of female fans. That night, he invited quite a few girls over and we all had a blast! Even though non of them can speak English and I was able to speak only a smattering of Thai, we hit it off during the drinking games. Playing dice, we had to guess what the numbers on the six dice would be, and if we guessed correctly, the dice would be taken out of the cup. If we guessed wrongly, we would have to drink. Needless to say, I lost almost every round and drank way too much.

Feeling tipsy, I decided to take a nap on the sofa, and soon I was fast asleep. In the midst of my drunken slumber, I heard a strange sound of moaning. Being a light sleeper, I woke, and I realised to my horror that someone was making out next to me. I made some noise, and the couple stopped, only to continue again. All this time, I was closing my eyes, afraid to open them for fear of being a voyeur.

Unable to sleep with the noise of the moaning couple, I decided to make myself known. I coughed and got up, back towards the couple. Got said, " Darling? ". The moaning stopped, I turned around to see Got bent over the girl doggy styled. The girl tried to get him to continue, but I had seen enough. I opened the door and ran out, after grabbing my bag. I was so shaken that he was banging another girl, and in front of me that I was shaking uncontrollably and my first thought was to run.

He ran after me after zipping his pants up, and held on to my arm way too tightly. He said,
" Darling, I thought it was you. Sorry, I drunk. " What do you mean by you thought it was me? She was obviously shorter and thinner than me. " It was dark, and I know you were sleeping on the sofa. I didn't know any girl was sleeping on the sofa too. " This was getting ridiculous. I screamed at him to let go, and launched into a tirade of really nasty words in Thai. I've not learnt any swear words, so I kept repeating the fact that she didn't pay him, why did he f*** her, she is so "mai suai", not pretty and he is "mai di", not good. At this time, he was still holding tight to my forearm, so I swung him off and ran. He ran after me and had me in a tight embrace and I fought to be released. I stomped on his foot, head banged him and managed to break free. After breaking free, I turned and punched his jaw. Again I ran, and I made it to the road. I flagged a cab and jumped in. He jumped into the cab with me just as the Taxi was about to go.

I screamed and told him to go away, not to touch me ever again. He refused to go away, and I said I needed to go to my hotel room, pack and go to the airport. All this time, the taxi driver was looking back in interest, and moved really slowly. I told him to speed up and Got said something in Thai to him which made him drive even slower, or so I thought. We reached the hotel, and I told Got I needed to go to the toilet. He wouldn't let me out of his sight, and the toilet was the only logical explanation I had to leave his side. He waited for me at the lobby, which was facing the entrance of the toilet. Unknown to him, I had checked out the hotel I was staying in extensively, noting their different exit points as I have always had an irrational fear of being trapped while a fire rages. I sneaked out of the toilet via a back exit and went up the fire man's lift to my room. I packed everything as quickly as I could, while he called. I picked the phone up and told him I was in the room already, so he came up. I ran out of the room with all my bags and went down the same fire man's lift. Ran to the check out counter, paid way too much so that the staff can get me a quick cab to the airport. I knew I probably had another one or two minutes before Got would realise I am not in the room, so I had to go, and fast.

Within a minute, I had checked out and the staff got me the cab that was waiting in the lobby. I ran into the taxi, still shaken, but at least safe. The cab bringing me to the airport was my ticket out of the misery I was in. I knew and accepted Got as a working boy, and I know he has to f*** customers who pay him enough. The girl he was banging wasn't a customer, so I guess that really hurt. In the cab, I had time to analyse the whole situation, and I knew he really thought the girl was me, from his reaction. Subconsciously, I wanted to forgive him but I also wanted him to hurt as much as I was hurting. I decided that if he locates me at the airport, I'll talk to him properly and see if we can move on.

He called. I refused the call. He called again non stop, and I finally told him that I was leaving Bangkok, and I don't want to see him again. I was thinking of all our happy memories and what an emotional crutch he was for me when I reached the airport. I paid nearly 400 baht and got out.

I then checked in my luggage and was proceeding to the departure gates when he appeared at the gate with puppy dog eyes, pleading to just talk.

I melted. I was hours away from my departure anyways, so on account of all the wonderful times and memories, I said I would listen. We sat down at a cafe and he recounted all that had happened the night before, stressing that he was sorry.

To be continued...
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