Mongering after the Apocalypse – Part 6
The Short Shelf Life of an Aging BJ Specialist
I first got my dick sucked by Oi in September 2019. She was working then at Bliss Lounge blowjob bar on Third Road.
The Short Shelf Life of an Aging BJ Specialist
I first got my dick sucked by Oi in September 2019. She was working then at Bliss Lounge blowjob bar on Third Road.
I had ventured into Bliss for a specific purpose. When I walked in, there were 3 ladies sitting just inside the entrance.
I looked at them and said boldly, “I like blowjob with lady who can do deep throat. Anybody here can do deep throat?”
The two younger ladies pointed at Oi. I looked at Oi as she got up and smiled at me.
Oi wasn’t young or cute – just ordinary looking. A lady-next-door type, who doesn’t make your dick stiffen at first glance. But that was OK.
As long as the deep-throater isn’t grossly fat, old or ugly – to me her appearance is secondary to dick-swallowing skill.
Back in 2013, when I first was living in Pattaya, I would regularly visit Bliss Lounge to get deep-throated by “Big Wan.” She was a big-boned, dark Thai amazon, who sometimes made me feel like a dwarf.
She was called “Big Wan” was because there were two BJ ladies at Bliss named “Wan.”
When I would visit Bliss and ask for “Wan,” the ladies would ask, “You want big Wan, or little Wan?”
“Big Wan,” I would always reply.
Sometimes I would smile to myself when following Big Wan upstairs to the blowjob rooms, because of the size of her body.
Here I was, a 60-year-old Asian American with a small puny body, about to get my puny little dick power-suctioned by a big and powerful young Thai woman.
After I got my first deep-throat BJ from Big Wan, I never tried out “Little Wan” or anyone else at Bliss Lounge.
Whenever I get lucky and find a deep-throater at a BJ bar, I’ll only go with that lady exclusively.
Deep-throating is a rare talent or skill, I have found. After all, it’s an unnatural act, isn’t it?
As an experiment, you can try shoving an 8-inch dill pickle, or maybe a greased banana, all the way down your throat.
Did it go down easily? Did you enjoy it?
For Big Wan, deep throating was not easy or effortless. Now, some deep-throaters can smoothly slide their mouth all the way down your dick and mash their lips against your balls.
But Big Wan used more brute force than throat-relaxing. She would just jam her mouth downward until my dick disappeared, the strain showing on her face.
She would finish me off with piston-pumping force, her head bobbing furiously until I gushed into her mouth with liquid rapture.
Big Wan could deep-throat because she had the will to push beyond her discomfort. A true BJ warrior!
But all things must pass.
It’s now six years later, and I’m following Oi up the same stairway that I tread so long ago with Big Wan.
A buried memory is revived. Everything looked unchanged from how I remember it. On the spacious second floor landing, there is the door that opens to narrow hallway with the row of small BJ rooms.
Each dimly-lit room has a comfy cushioned blowjob chair, and a small bed that I never once used.
Nothing’s changed really – except for new faces, and my aging dick and body being 6 years older.
I strip off my clothes while Oi leaves the room briefly. I sit on the comfy blowjob recliner and wait for her.
How familiar and fleeting the scene is.
There’s been so many times I have sat like this, naked and alone, on chairs and couches in similar, bare BJ rooms in Pattaya and Bangkok, waiting for my BJ lady to return.
How long more can this go on?
Oi returns with her small carry container of kleenex, handiwipes, oil, etc.
We engage in prelimary chitchat, and I learn Oi has been at Bliss Lounge for two years. She places a cushion on the ground facing the chair, and kneels down between my legs.
She commences to sucking my balls for awhile, slowly and languidly. She gradually works her way toward my dick.
I wait in delicious anticipation. She licks my dick a bit, plays with its head with her tongue. Then she opens her lips and begins sucking my dick.
After a few strokes, she then plunges deep all the way to my balls. Yesssss!
Right on, baby! Take it deep!
She leisurely sucks my dick, alternating with deep and shallow sucking, taking her time in the first few minutes.
She also adds something delightful. While my dick is jammed all the way down her throat, Oi keeps her head still and uses her tongue to massage my dick inside her mouth. Oh yeah I like that!
I hold Oi’s head down, to prolong the exquisite sensation of her teasing tongue swirling around my stiff dick.
After awhile, Oi gets down to business, and increase the speed of her sucking, going for the finish.
For variety, I stand up briefly and start face-fucking Oi, going balls-deep with each vigorous thrust. Oi has no problem with me grabbing her head and fucking her mouth like a squeezing pussy.
I’m like a bestial porn stud on Pornhub! Living the throat-fucking blowjob dream!
I sit back down, as Oi keeps sucking hard and fast.
I try to hold off as long as I can, but spurt into her mouth far more quickly than I like. Oi pauses when she feels my sperm, and she slowly keeps sucking, milking me dry.
I’m a happy camper. I’ve found another Bliss deep throater – for now.
Downstairs, I pay the cashier for the 800-baht BJ with a 1,000 baht bill, and give Oi the 200-baht change as her tip. I know the generous tip will make me more desirable to the ladies.
From what I know, a BJ bar splits the 800-baht fee with the worker. So Oi likely earned a total of 600 baht for my blowjob.
Pretty good pay for about 20 minutes of work. Especially for someone like me who tends to prematurely ejaculate – sometimes after only 5 minutes of deep-throating!
Man, talk about not getting your money’s worth! Paying 1,000 baht for 5 minutes of BJ bliss.
Yeah, a sorry-ass punter like me with a “quick trigger” probably would be better off with a steady girlfriend.
I would then be able to suck and fuck repeatedly to my heart’s content, instead of being limited to this “one pop only” bullshit.
The Perfect Girlfriend
I remember a marvelous Bangkok deep throater whom I got to know awhile back.
Her name was “Ai,” and she was age 28 when I met her in August 2015. She was working then at the “Bit Style” blowjob bar on soi 22.
The bar catered to Japanese punters, so a blowjob cost 1,400 baht.
Ai said she considered it a bad day if she didn’t service at least 5 men. During busy weekends, she would average about 10-12 blowjobs per 12-hour shift.
Ai told me she once gave blowjobs to about 18-20 men during her work shift!
But she admitted that near the end of that shift, her jaw began to lock up from fatigue. So she had a hard time opening her mouth to finish the last few blowjobs.
My mind boggled after I later did the math.
Presumably, Ai got half of the 1,400 BJ fee. Not even counting her tips, 18 blowjobs x 700 baht = 12,600 baht!
Imagine a poor country girl from the province making that kind of money in one workday!
Later, Ai got into a furious dispute with the faggot Thai manager at BitStyle.
The manager had just hired a couple of fresh-faced 18-to-20 year olds, and aggressively marketed them to the Japanese customers. Meanwhile, the “old” ladies like Ai were ignored and shunted aside.
Ai abruptly walked off the job after an angry confrontation with the manager. A few months later, Ai opened up her own BJ bar, 7-Heaven, on soi 33.
Ai was still on friendly terms with her ex-boyfriend, a Japanese guy who fronted her a million baht to start up the new BJ bar.
Ai’s BJ bar became quite successful, due to its consistent lineup of young cute Thai chicks.
Ironically, Ai wisely used the same business strategy that made her quit her BitStyle job: hiring only very young cuties.
Regrettably, I deliberately lost contact with Ai.
I knew that as the owner and mamasan, Ai would no longer be doing BJs. Why would she keep sucking farang dicks if she didn’t have to?
But I main reason I stayed away from 7-Heaven was to wean myself away from Ai. I had an unhealthy, sick crush on Ai all this time. But she was out of my league, really.
I was too old – and far too poor, to be anything else than a regular customer whose dick she sucked.
I felt it would be too awkward to just visit with Ai at 7-Heaven. I couldn’t afford 1,400 blowjobs with her young Thai cuties, who were highly unlikely to be superb deep-throaters like Ai.
Even after numerous Ai blowjobs, I wasn’t able to cross the boundary from being her customer to becoming even a casual friend.
I knew my place. I wasn’t going to be that pitiful, lonely old farang trying foolishly to pursue an unwanted “relationship” with her.
I finally made a visit to 7-Heaven, nearly 2 years after it opened. I was going to leave Bangkok soon and relocate to Pattaya.
I was very curious to see how Ai had been doing. I would sometimes think about her, and wonder what it’s like to operate a BJ bar.
I was so nervous that I had to drink several beers beforehand, in the corner beer bar on soi 22 and Sukhumvit Road.
After all this time, I was finally going to see Ai again!
Feeling a strong drunken beer buzz, I then left the bar and crossed Sukhumvit. From there, it was only a few minutes walk to soi 33.
I walked up soi 33 about 30 meters, and then entered an alley on the right side, where 7-Heaven was located.
I passed back and forth in front of the 7-Heaven entrance, and then paused for second outside the entrance.
This is it!
I opened the door and entered 7-Heaven. There were two Thai ladies behind the counter. I asked them about Ai, and they told me she was gone.
Ai had sold her business to them several months ago. She had returned to her home province of Kamphaeng-Phet in north Thailand, to rejoin her family and two young daughters.
I looked at them in disappointment, reeling in sad, silent shock.
The ladies said they were very busy right now. All the rooms were booked. If I wanted a blowjob, I would have to wait 30 minutes.
I declined their offer, mumbled a quick goodbye, and walked out.
I would never see Ai again, or even know what happened to her. That’s the worst thing actually – this not knowing.
Now, I can never think about Ai without feeling heartache and stabbing regret. I didn’t even visit her once at her blowjob bar!
In my pipe dream, Ai would have been a perfect Thai girlfriend.
Ai was smart, sensible, and funny. She wasn’t a material girl or party-type chick. Saving money was her priority.
Ai was driven to become independent financially, after her cheating Thai husband deserted her for another woman – leaving her a devastated young mom with two daughters.
Ai freely admitted she had “bad experiences” with love. She did not want a boyfriend or husband. “My heart is not open,” she said.
As the owner of a highly successful Bangkok blowjob bar for nearly two years, I can only guess Ai returned home a very wealthy person – and in control of her destiny.
Shortly after 7-Heaven opened, Ai briefly used her photo on the bar’s website, which I had saved and printed out.
Bye bye beautiful Ai, wherever you are.
You would have been a perfect, sexy girlfriend or wife, giving me perfect deep-throat blowjobs in a perfect world – where we would have lived happily ever after.
All Things Must Pass
Although I had thoroughly enjoyed Oi’s deep-throat blowjob, I didn’t return to Bliss Lounge until a month later, in October.
I was indulging in Pattaya’s smorgasboard of pussy, visiting the dirty massage parlors, beer bargirls, beach freelancers and Thai Friendly hookers.
In that second BJ encounter, Oi asked to exchange our phone numbers. She said she would be leaving Bliss Lounge soon.
I gladly agreed, and noted that Oi was particularly careful in confirming the correct contact info. Later I found out why Oi was so worried.
Not long after, there was a change of ownership at Bliss Lounge. It was sold to the owner of the raunchy Telephone Bar way up soi Bongkot, nearby the “soi Batman.”
All the Bliss Lounge staff were abruptly terminated. Bliss Lounge was no more.
The new bar was renamed “King’s Club,” and staffed by ladies brought over from the Telephone Bar.
Everything is so fucking fleeting in this life.
Nothing lasts.
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After reading about the Bliss closure on PA, I contacted Oi to confirm the bad news.
I then arranged to meet her at a short-time hotel near Beach Road, the “Love Time Inn,” located on soi 13/1.
I had discovered this funky ST hotel when a Beach freelancer took me there awhile back.
The hotel adjoins a ladyboy bar, and the entrance is a very narrow corridor. The elevator is incredibly small.
But the upstairs ST rooms are surprisingly spacious and clean. A good bargain for 200 baht.
We stripped down and commenced with the dirty oral deed, climaxing with another rousing face-fucking finish.
We worriedly discussed Oi’s unemployment. I suggested she should apply at other blowjob bars, or maybe beer bars. She seemed receptive to the idea.
I said I would show her some bars on soi Honey where she could apply for a job. We got dressed and left the room.
We took a motosai to the Second Road entrance of Soi Honey, and began walking up the soi.
I was surprised that Oi knew nothing of Pattaya’s other bars, including the blowjob bars.
She explained that in her two years of living in Pattaya, her daily routine was just going to work at Bliss Lounge, and then returning straight to her apartment after work.
Wow, talk about a boring life. Yeah, it seems Oi is one of those conservative Thai ladies who don’t drink or party – or even go out much at all.
The only unconventional thing Oi does is suck farang dicks every day.
As we walked, I discreetly motioned to Oi as we passed the Runway beer bar and Sweet Massage and Lounge.
Oi said she didn’t do massages, so that ruled out the massage parlors. I then mentioned to Oi that she could also apply at the Soi 6 blowjob bars.
She was surprised that there were other blowjob bars. She had never been to Soi 6.
So we hopped on a motobike to Soi 6.
Might as well give Oi the grand tour. We entered Soi 6 from the Second road side.
As we slowly walked down the soi, I pointed out to Oi all the Blowjob bars: Click, King Kong, My Friend You, Full Moon Bar.
We continued walking down the soi, passing all the rest of the bars packed with ladies, who watched us pass by. It felt uncomfortable walking with Oi past all the brazen, slutty-looking bargirls.
Oi would never fit in these places. She was too old, bland and plain-looking to attract men in fuck beer bars.
We rode the songthaew back on beach road, and Oi got off the Klang road intersection, while I continued on to soi 13/1, to where my bicycle was parked.
I was hopeful that Oi would get a job at one of these places.
But the news was not good.
I found out later that Oi had been rejected by Runway when she applied there. The blowjob bar on Soi 6 that Oi applied for told her that they were not hiring because business was slow.
But Oi did try working at Sweet Massage and Lounge on soi Honey. It’s a freelance place, so the workers don’t get a salary. Oi sat there for three days, and did not get a single customer.
I felt sorry for Oi, but I couldn’t help her out much.
As a retired sexpat on a barely-surviving budget, I can’t help anyone at all. I wanted Oi to clearly understand that I would not be a “sugar daddy”
So I would deliberately wait for long periods before contacting Oi for a blowjob.
To her credit, Oi was cool. She never hustled me for money, and mostly waited for me to contact her. Sometimes a month or more went by, without her hearing from me.
I later began meeting Oi occasionally for blowjobs at the “Full Love Inn” ST motel on soi Bongkot. The prices were reasonable at 250 baht for two hours.
What was convenient was that Oi lived nearby. The rooms were spacious and clean, with big overhead TVs. Of course we didn’t do much TV watching. We were usually in and out within 30 minutes.
A short while later, Oi happily texted that she had just started work at the “Bada Bing” Gentleman club on soi Bongkot 8. The other two bargirls working there were much younger than her, Oi said. They made her feel old.
Two days later, she said she had quit because Bada Bing had no customers. This was just before the coronavirus changed the world and shut Pattaya down.
The last time I saw Oi was about 2 weeks ago. As we were dressing, she used her phone translator to tell me something. She spoke into her phone, and showed me the translated text:
Sigh. Oi was asking the wrong guy: an anti-social loner with no friends in Pattaya. Sorry I can’t help you, my dear.
I sometimes wish that I had never got that second fateful blowjob with Oi, just before Bliss Lounge bit the dust. Oi then would not have gotten my contact information.
I could have avoided all this damn trouble. Oi would have just conveniently disappeared from my life, and I would be blissfully unaware of her struggle to survive.
I feel slightly annoyed at Oi. Why didn’t she save money working at Bliss, so she wouldn’t end up like this? In ageist Thailand, a lady in her 40s is virtually unemployable.
The only skill that Oi has is being able to suck dick deeper than 90 percent of Pattaya’s P4P ladies.
It’s kind of a shame, really, that Oi’s hidden talent is being largely wasted because of unattractive packaging: her plain face and aging body – long past its P4P sell date.
With no other options, Oi still remains in Pattaya, desperately clinging to P4P for income, like all the other grossly older bargirls and freelancers, who have yet to finally fade away into oblivion. Sad. Fucking sad.
And yet, who am I to judge someone about not saving money?
Hah! In the long run, I’m actually worse off than Oi.
If I hadn’t sold the family house after my parents died, I never would have had the money to ever step foot in Thailand.
Unlike me, Oi still has got a future, in the form of an 18-year old son, who in theory will be a financial lifeline in her feeble old age.
Me? I’m a retired sexpat who never married, with no kids. I long ago lost contact with the folks back home.
I would rather join the Pattaya Flying Club than suffer a slow, lonely death in a ghastly US nursing home.
No one will take care me, so I gotta take care of myself.
Yet, I know my titanic day of reckoning is coming, due to my lack of health insurance. In Thailand, insurance is not feasible at my age of 67 and my low-income level.
Someday I will be forced to drain my meager savings to pay for inevitable health issues arising with advanced old age.
Ever since I left my hometown of Hawaii for good about 6 years ago, I’ve been living on the edge financially.
One serious accident or health problem, and my Pattaya dream ends instantly.
The future is so damn uncertain – for everyone really. All the uncounted jobless in Pattaya, just trying to stay alive for now. What will become of us?
For now, Oi and I will carry on, connected by a tenuous, fragile thread . . . that stems from her desperation, and my ambivalent mix of pity and lust.
How long more can this go on?
“The future’s uncertain, and the end is always near.”
(song lyrics from “Roadhouse Blues,” by the Doors)