Mongering after the Apocalypse – Part 7

It’s almost 4 p.m. on Saturday July 4. I’m riding my bicycle in the deserted area behind the Treetown beer bars, just killing time.

Below, my trusty 2,800-baht “Turbo” bicycle, bought from Big C a year ago. It’s weathered enough so that I don’t have to worry much about it getting stolen.

I ride a bike, and not a motorbike, for safety. Others might disagree, but to me a bike is safer because it moves at a far slower speed.

Unlike Bangkok, Pattaya is small enough that I can easily pedal to all the mongering places. I don’t need a helmet, and can ride my bicycle on the sidewalk, and park it anywhere.

I also don’t get stopped by bribe-seeking Thai cops looking for their moving vehicle “violations.”

In a half hour, I am supposed to meet Geng for a ST at the Jasmine Villa hotel, on Buakhao Road.

I had quickly wrote off Geng a week ago, after she didn’t respond to my LINE messages for a ST hookup.  

I figured she must have returned to Bangkok by now.

But last night, I was startled out of a fitful, drunken slumber at 11 p.m. by a LINE message from Geng, asking if I wanted ST the next day.

I guess I’ll get to fuck my Little Duck after all!

Right now, I’m feeling a strange, unusual calmness. Usually I prefer a beer or two to calm down before meeting someone for a fuck.

I had intended to have a beer at a Buakhao bar before meeting Geng. But I forgot that the new re-opening RULES forbid bars from serving alcohol from 2 p.m. to 5 p.m.

Just as well I suppose, with momentary enforced sobriety. Alcohol will likely be the cause of my dying prematurely. I’ve also been finding that being drunk doesn’t really add to the enjoyment of fucking.

I guess I’m feeling calm because I’m not expecting much, if anything, from Geng.

I’m just going to poke a new pussy with my kamagra-powered dick, and nothing else. I’m mainly curious to see what Geng’s naked skinny small body looks like.

About 15 minutes later, I ride my bike to the 7-Eleven across the street from Jasmine Villa, and wait for Geng.

While waiting, I take a few shots of a street vendor. I didn’t get a good shot of her face. But it’s the best I can do without her noticing me.

Across the street, I see a hot pink hottie strolling with her beau on Buakhao. She notices me.

Finally my phone beeps with a LINE message from Geng.

“Where are you”

I text back. “In front of 7-Eleven. Across Jasmine Villa.”

“Walking” she replies.

In less than a minute, I see her. I take a few quick pics.

She sees me and mugs for the camera.

I cross the street. We awkwardly greet each other – almost hugging – but I elect not to. We’re here on business, really.

I usher Geng into the narrow hallway leading to the Jasmine Villa front desk. A pleasant and friendly young clerk, who may be Indian or Middle Eastern, takes my 250 baht and leads us upstairs to the ST room.

I keep shooting Geng from behind with my phone camera – milking it, looking for photo opps.

The ST room is cozy, clean and comfortable.

The clerk leaves and shuts the door. I lock it.

Finally!

It’s just me and Geng now. All alone now, at last – to fuck.

I quickly and calmly strip off my clothes while talking to Geng, as she does likewise. Like at the Witherspoon’s dinner last week, our conversation flows easily.

I tell Geng that I thought she had already returned to Bangkok. But it turns out I was wrong. She has decided to stay in Pattaya until the end of July.

She then asks me what the daily and monthly rate of this hotel is, but I don’t know.

Geng is currently sharing a room in Jomtien with a friend, who will return to Bangkok tomorrow. But Geng will relocate to Pattaya, intending to stay for maybe a month.

I ask Geng what was she doing the past week, and she replies she’s been busy.

Yesterday, she went to the clinic for a complete physical checkup, and testing for all the STDs, including HIV. The tests came out all clear, she said happily.

I think to myself, “What, no COVID-19 testing?” But I say nothing.

However, the doctor told Geng she has high blood sugar.

“But . . . I don’t know the English name,” she says.

“Oh, you have diabetes?” I ask.

“Yes, that’s it,” she replies.

“How come a young girl like you has diabetes?” I ask. “It’s usually older and fatter people that get it.”

Geng added that the doctor said that for her, it’s very serious being diabetic at her young age with her thin body type. If she’s unlucky, her diabetes can be fatal.

I look at Geng and think, “Well then, you better live life fully – like every day is your last day.”

But I keep my mouth shut.

It would be a shame really, for someone like Geng to die so young. For me, being an old man is one dismal advantage I have over Geng.

It would be no great tragedy if I suddenly dropped dead – like even right now. I can’t really complain that I “died too soon.”

At age 67, I have lived long enough to do, or more importantly, not do – what I came into this world for. I cannot say I didn’t get my chance.

My biggest failure is that I never experienced true intimate love, and I did not plant my seed in a fertile womb. I have failed to do my part in perpetuating the species.

What this also means is that no one will “take care of me” in my feeble old age.

Christ, even Geng at age 28 already has two small daughters.

All remains for me, then, is to live out my twilight years in Pattaya – and salvage what’s left from the wreckage of a wasted, lonely life.

For someone like me, young pussy is the only way left toward my salvation.

I look at Geng’s skinny body and get turned on.

It’s pale, and kinda shapely. Not an ounce of fat. And a nice, shaved pussy with big pussy lips.

Geng doesn’t mind when I grab and hug her. I then turn her around and rub my stiffening dick against her small, hangy looking ass. She’s so skinny that in profile, it looks like her ass is missing.

“You shower?” she asks.

“We shower together,” I say.

She’s silent, but doesn’t object as I gleefully walk into the shower with her.

If the chick allows, I enjoy giving her a “soapy” massage, running my lecherous hands over her slippery ass cheeks, and down her legs.

Some chicks don’t mind when I then press my stiff dick against their soapy ass and start humping them. Some are scared I’ll start fucking them bareback, and move away.

Mostly, I can’t get no satisfaction in the shower with P4P chicks.

Sometimes I enviously read TRs of guys who write about their chicks kneeling down and giving them blowjobs in the shower!

Never happened to me. Just unlucky I guess.

Another thing that makes me jealous, is when I read about a punters sleeping with a horny LT chick, and waking up in the morning from the sensation of his dick being sucked by the chick.

Never happened to me — and never will, because I don’t do LT.

I would feel uncomfortable nowadays sleeping with a body next to me.

I never used to be like this.

Yeah, it’s true. You get more set in your ways when you get older, less willing to be flexible and adapt.

And it took a whole lotta suffering, and playing the solitary crying game — for me to reach this point in my life – to be totally OK with growing old alone, and dying alone.

For that I am grateful.

Geng tolerates my “soapy” massaging her ass and legs up to a point, then she kinda slips away from my slimy, grabby hands. Overall, though, a highly satisfying, touchy-feely play time. I leave her to finish her shower in peace.

After Geng emerges from the shower, I have her lie on the bed for my ritual preliminary “massage.” After her initial surprise, Geng seems happy with the idea and lies on her stomach.

“I pay you,” she jokes.

“You just give me big tip,” I reply.

After I run my hands up and down her body, I tell her, “You so skinny, I can feel your rib bones.”

My “massages” don’t last long. Usually after a few minutes I will straddle the chick, and wedge my stiff dick between her ass cheeks, and start “dry humping.”

I greatly enjoy bouncing my torso on a chick’s ass cheeks to make them quiver, and create obscenely loud slapping sounds. It’s like a preview for the main event.

Geng seems to enjoy the body pounding. After I’ve had enough fun dry humping, I get up and shuffle on my knees toward Geng’s head.

“You suck?” I ask.

She nods and turns sideways. She begins sucking my dick, strong and deep.

Wow! This is great!

Geng continues vigorously – sucking eagerly, and giving deep throat!

Man, who would have thought this? Little Duck is a great blowjobber!

I start thrusting my hips forward and face-fucking Geng. She takes it like a champ as I grab her head for some wondrous face-fucking.

“You come in my mouth?” she asks.

“Maybe,” I reply. 

Damn! I don’t think I can hold out for her pussy, Geng’s blowjob is so great.

Fukit!

I go for broke, and let Geng keep sucking until I finally spurt in her mouth. Ahhhhhh!

Wow! I wasn’t expecting this!

Geng laughs and runs to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, after swallowing my come.

I decide to get double satisfaction. My dick is still hard from the kamagra, so I ask Geng if we can fuck now. One more time!

Geng laughs. “Two pops?” she asks in surprise.

“Yeah, two pops. I tip you,” I reply.

Earlier, we had agreed that I would pay Geng 1,300 for ST. Normally she charges 1,500 baht. But she gave me a “discount” for treating her to dinner at Witherspoons.

I clean up a bit in the shower, and after a few minutes, I’m good to go again.

I will stay forever young with the miracle of Kamagra!

Meanwhile, Geng’s LINE app is going off with continual message beeps. I joke that she must have many farang boyfriends, and she doesn’t disagree.

Ready for round 2. No preliminaries needed.

I slip on a condom, lube up with KY jelly, spread Geng’s legs, and enter her inner sanctum.

My ramrod kamagra dick plunges deep into her pussy, making her wince and gasp. I start pounding her, and observe that Geng seems really into fucking.

I lean down and suck one of Geng’s nipples while fucking her. She instantly reacts and bucks upward, as if getting a mild electric shock.

Now she’s really turned on from the nipple sucking.

I’m surprised. Most P4P chicks don’t react at all when I suck their nipples while fucking. But not this horny Little Duck.

Geng starts pumping her hips and says, “I want to come.”

Oh Jeez.  I’m so used to my own selfish pleasure, I don’t normally bother about a hooker’s pleasure.

Now I gotta make sure to fuck Geng long and hard enough for her orgasm, and focus on her rhythm for the climax.

“Oh god . . . Oh god,” she moans as we fuck furiously. She’s so skinny that our pubic bones are colliding with the hard impact, so I ease up on that.

Gwen shudders in orgasm. I continue awhile more before I spurt.  Thank god for kamagra. My old dick would have been dead without it.

As we dress, I tell Geng she should work in a blowjob bar with her oral skills.

“Oh yeah?” she says. “I like do blowjobs. When men come in my mouth, I really like it.”

I mention some Pattaya BJ bars like Lolita’s and the Soi 6 bars. “You would be a star at those places,” I say. Admittedly, Geng’s plain-looking face is a drawback.

“But I mainly work online,” Geng says. She has a TF account that she uses in Bangkok to freelance.

She then asks me what am I doing after this?

I sense Geng wants to hang out, maybe have a few drinks or dinner again.

But I have to get away from Geng, to digest this amazing experience and write down the details of this 2-pop Short Time, before I forget them. Socializing now is an unwelcome distraction.

I make up an excuse. “I have to meet a friend.”

“Your friend a lady?” she asks.

“No, a farang,” I lie.

Geng seems disappointed, and we finish dressing.

Yeah, this is where the age gap arises. I have nothing in common with this fun-loving young chick in her prime.

Once we’re done fucking, I’m not interested in “hanging out” with Geng, or being her friend. Even though she’s kinda cool.

I’m just an old fucking grandpa who doesn’t “party” any more.  Again, why so late in life for me to be doing this? Fucking chicks obscenely younger than me?

Just salvaging what’s left. Only my dick satisfaction remains for me in this life.

I give Geng 1,600 baht, and she is happy with that.

She asks me to tell my friends about her. It’s okay to give out her contact information.

I ask Geng if I can use my photos to show them what she looks like.

“I not looking good right now,” she says.

She’d rather I use another one, which she sends to me on LINE.

“This photo I more beautiful,” she says.

Ah yes, so “beautiful.” 

Hah!

And that was my stupendous ST with my Little Duck – who sure can suck!