Mongering after the Apocalypse – Part 9

It’s Thursday July 23, about 6:30 p.m., and I’m riding my bicycle along the sidewalk of Beach Road.  The sun is about to set in a darkening twilight sky.

I’m trying to staying sober, by distracting myself with a bike ride until I get hungry, and then go to eat dinner somewhere. A full stomach will kill my alcoholic craving for today.

I only drink on an empty stomach nowadays – for a stronger drunk buzz, you see.

I’ve been trying to cut back on my alcohol abuse by only drinking every other day. According to my daily beer log, so far in July I’ve had 10 sober days and 13 drinking days.

How long more this can go on, I do not know. Quitting alcohol is not an option.

As a retired sexpat loner in Pattaya, it would be too deadly boring without alcohol. I need it to distract me from the empty loneliness of my barren life.

I pause at Lisa by the Beach. The open-air bar often has pole dancers. Right now, a live band is playing a couple of old Rolling Stones songs, “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” and “Jumping Jack Flash.”

The idle bargirls look bored with no customers. I bet the old-school farang music must seem boring to them too.

From across the street, I take a few quick photos. I’m far away enough to easily escape on my bike if anyone makes trouble.

After a while, I feel bored.

I take several more sunset photos, and resume bicycling down Beach Road.

I see only a few scattered freelancers as I ride along. None are sexy or attractive.

I’ve just about given up on Beach Road for pussy patrolling. I don’t recall the last time I saw a young spinner freelancer here.

My first visit to Pattaya was in 2011. So I’ve been around long enough to personally witness the ongoing decline of the mongering scene that includes Beach Road.

You think I’m just another irritating old timer whining about the “good old days?”  Well, brother, just keep coming to Pattaya – and you will eventually become one too. I guarantee it.

The sad part that you will eventually learn, is the mongering scene never improves in Pattaya. It never stays the same either.  It just gets a little more worse each year – with creeping higher prices and fewer young P4P hotties.

I shudder to think what Pattaya will be like in 5 or 10 years.

I have also come to realize something extremely disturbing. I never imagined this would be remotely possible.  But nearly a year into my retirement, Pattaya has become shitty and boring to me.

If I was younger and had more money, I would go live somewhere else, like the Philippines or Vietnam.  But there’s nowhere else for me to run, really. I don’t have enough money or life energy left for a final Big Adventure.

So here I must remain, stuck in this Pattaya rut until my dying days – just like Simon & Garfunkel’s “The Boxer.”

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove

that laid him down or cut him till he cried out

in his anger and his shame

“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains

I bicycle further up the road, and am approaching the soi 13/1 area.

I feel a slight hunger pang and contemplate my dinner options: Subway, the Soi Diana spaghetti wagon, Tin Cup, Hungry Hippo, Chunky Monkey . . .

In the distance, I see three freelancers. One of them is standing with her back to me. She appears to be a short spinner.

Can this be? Hallelujah!

I slowly ride past them, and see the spinner smile at me. I look back at her, and she turns her head to keep smiling at me. She has braces and a big, friendly smile.

Wow, I just spotted an Endangered Species on Beach Road!

A cute young spinner with a curvy body!

I keep bicycling, feeling torn. Should I go back?

I wasn’t expecting this. I’m totally unprepared to fuck, mentally and physically. Today is my sober resting day. Yesterday I had that drunken bland blowjob from “Apple” at King’s Club.

Now I’m unsure if I can get it up tonight. This is when being old sucks. Getting a hard-on is not a sure thing on consecutive days.

There’s nothing worse than a soft, limp dick in the moment of truth. Especially when I’m paying for that costly truth.

What to do what to do.

I park bike about 50 meters away, gazing at the last rays of light in the darkening sky.

It’s very pleasant right now. There’s no wind, and the air feels nice against my skin – not too cool or warm. It’s a perfect mellow summer night.

I’m struck by the fiery orange sunset, and take a few photos.

I’m feeling agitated as I ponder what to do.

From experience, it’s a fatal mistake to assume I can come back tomorrow to look for her. More often than not, she will mysteriously just vanish from this earth – never to be seen again, ever.

The window of opportunity can be very small in P4P. If you don’t seize the moment, that window can slam shut abruptly — sometimes within only seconds! I’m not kidding. And you don’t get a second chance.

I tell myself, at least go back and get her LINE or phone number. That’s what other smart punters would do.

I walk back toward the freelancers. The spinner is sitting on a low wall. She glances up and sees me, and smiles.

I approach her. “Hello,” I say.

“Hello,” she says brightly as she stands up.

She looks at me curiously. “Are you Thai?”

“No I’m Farang, from Hawaii.”

“Oh,” she laughs. “You look like Thai man.”

“No, I’m Asian,” I reply. “My mother is Japanese, and my father is Chinese. But I am American.”

We smile at each other and I ask, “You do short-time?”

Yes,” she says cheerfully.

“How much short time?”

“1,000 baht.”

“Well, right now, I cannot short-time,” I reply. “I feel tired, no power.”

Her face falls slightly.

“But what about tomorrow?” I ask.  “Can we meet for ST tomorrow?

Her face brightens and she nods eagerly. “Yes, OK. Tomorrow is OK.”

“You have phone number or LINE?” I ask.

“I have LINE.”

I whip out my phone, open my LINE app, and hand it to her. My name “Mai,” she says. She taps in her ID.

Yesss!  Alrighty then!

“So I call you tomorrow then.”

“You tell me your location, and we meet your hotel,” Mai replies.

“Oh. Well, my apartment doesn’t allow visitors.”

“OK, we meet here then,” she says, pointing to soi 13/1. “At short time hotel.”

“OK,” I say, and turn to happily walk away.

I walk past her older and thicker friends, glancing sheepishly at them. Their faces seem a little sad at not getting my baht.

I walk back to my bike and start pedaling up the Beach Road.

I don’t feel hungry at all now, as doubt sets in. What if something happens?

What if tomorrow comes, and Mai is not available, or gets a LLT with a farang who takes her away forever? What if she gets really sick, or even dies?

Nothing is guaranteed in this life.

I realized I am going to be agitated and fearful the rest of the night, and most of tomorrow, because of the suspense. Maybe I’m blowing this opportunity and don’t know it yet.

I know I won’t rest easy until we’re actually meeting again.

Fuckit!

I am not willing to endure prolonged suffering like this beforehand.

I decide to bike to the pharmacy on Buakhao next to soi 15, and buy some kamagra gel.

As I ride up soi 13/1, and through soi 15 after crossing Second Road, I notice all the big and cow-like masseuses sitting idly in front of their shops with no customers. No spinners like Mai to be seen.

Man, I truly got lucky tonight!

I get to the pharmacy within 10 minutes, and buy a 7-pak box of Kamagra gel for 350 baht.

I then stop at the Avenue shopping mall, and sit on the steps nearby the toilet. My plan is to slurp the kamagra if Mai is still available.

I’m figuring that by the time I return to Mai, go to the ST hotel, strip and shower and all that –that’s ample time for the Kamagra to take effect, especially on an empty stomach.

I open up Mai’s LINE account, and idly check her LINE profile photo.

Yowza!  Look at dem melons!

I need to tap this sweet pussy now!

I contact Mai’s LINE, and she immediately responds. Yes, she’s available.

I feel great relief. It will happen! Yes it will.

I had been also fearful that while I was buying the kamagra, some farang bastard strolling on Beach Road might have quickly stolen this rare P4P beach gem from me.

But in this desolate season of corona, the odds are in my favor. Not many nightly pedestrians on Beach Road nowadays.

I split open a gel packet of kamagra and slurp maybe two-thirds of it. I speed pedal back to Beach Road, telling myself not be careless as I cross Second Road.

Sometimes, in moments like these, when a too-good-to-be-true fuck is within grasping distance, I get mildly fearful.  

I think how quickly everything can end in an instant. I could get struck by a speeding motorcyclist or a drunk driver — and abruptly meet Jesus.

When feeling paranoid like this, I make a vague, desperate prayer to the gods: Just this, please. Just give me this. This last fuck, this meeting with the smoking hottie waiting for me.

Just let me have this final wondrous encounter before I die – then I can go peacefully.

It’s like an alcoholic craving for another drink: one more, just one more . . . . But the craving and fear never ends.

I reach Beach Road alive – and see Mai again. Yes, someone is watching over me. I will live to fuck another day!

Mai happily crosses the street, and we walk toward soi 13/1.

She walks ahead of me on the soi. I notice Mai’s shapely legs and butt are somewhat thick for her small size. But her torso is narrow, and her top-heavy enhanced bust give her more of an hourglass figure.

We enter the familiar Love Time Inn, and I pay the Thai lady clerk 200 baht for a ST room. We squeeze into the tiny elevator to the second-floor.

We chat comfortably as we ride up. I tell Mai that I got horny after looking at her LINE photo, and lightly grab her. She laughs, and recoils a bit in shyness.

Mai is very warm and friendly, and laughs easily. She’s from Songkhla, way down south Thailand. She currently lives alone on a soi near Walking Street, I forget the name.

I ask Mai how long she has been in Pattaya, and working on Beach Road. She says she’s been freelancing there for a year.

What? I tell Mai that I’ve cruised Beach Road many times, and never saw her before. I would damn sure notice her!

She laughed, and said she only works Beach Road occasionally.

Later, when I’m trolling Thai Friendly, I’m startled to see Mai’s profile photo. Aha!  Another TF photo of Mai:

Regrettably, Mai doesn’t want to shower together, so we shower separately.

We leave the bathroom door open, because there is a huge cockroach perched on the side of the door edge, near the top.

The entire time we were there, the roach remained motionless, with only its antenna waving, even when we passed nervously within a couple feet below it.

I take a few photos of the small ST room.

While showering, Mai calls out and asks me if I have a condom.

“Why, you no have?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“I no have condom either,” I reply. “I going give you baby tonight.”

“No, no baby,” Mai says worriedly, as I laugh.

“How old are you?” I ask her.

“I’m twenty,” she says.

“Oh, you too young to make baby,” I reply. “Yes, I have condom.”

Mai steps out from the bathroom naked. Her pale body is smooth and curvy, with fake big tits.

“You have sexy body,” I say, as step toward her and hug her closely, mashing her big firm tits against my chest.

She’s a little surprised, but relaxes into my squeezing embrace. I reach down and fondle her soft big ass.

It feels very nice to grab and squeeze and jiggle her soft ass checks, while I’m grinding my rock-hard kamagra dick against her pussy

I tell her to lay on the bed, and start with my ritual massage. Mai’s ass is plump but shapely. After a few minutes of my “therapy” massage, I wedge my dick in the crevice between her ass cheeks, and begin my usual dry humping. The wall mirror provide a nice visual erotic reflection.

The sight of my grossly old sagging belly slamming down on Mai’s quivering butt cheeks does not repulse me.

Instead, it now makes me feel good that a gross old grandpa like me can still do this to a sexy young chick. I’m cheating Father Time by being forever young in Pattaya!

Mai is leaning up on her elbows with her back arched, while I’m sitting upright straddling her ass. I continue with my lame massage on her back and shoulders, as I dry hump her big soft ass to my heart’s content.

Mai has a strange smile on her face when we look at each other in the mirror. It seems like she’s thinking I’m really weird — but it’s OK with her.  I start to feel somewhat self-conscious.

After enough of my kinky fun, I rise on my knees and shuffle toward Mai’s face. “You suck?” I ask.

“Of course,” she says. She sits up, and then bends over to suck my dick while I’m upright on my knees.

Yeah, not a bad blowjob. But nowhere as good as “Oi” or “Little Duck.” Mai’s sucking is nothing to write home about. After a few minutes, I’ve had enough. Time for the main event.

I lay Mai on her back. She lubes herself up with her own tube of KY jelly as I unroll the condom on my stiff dick. She also rubs some KY on the tip of my covered dick.

I’m anticipating the best moment for me. The entry.

I tickle Mai’s pussy lips a bit with my lubed dick, and then smoothly slide in, as she gasps.

I don’t fully plunge deep yet, since most chicks seem to prefer slow and easy at first. So I gradually go deeper with each stroke. Finally I thrust deeply into her, balls deep. She winces and gasps.

Oh yes, baby! Hurts so good!

I enjoy her wincing in discomfort with each deep thrust, while she takes it like a champ. I cautiously kiss around her face before kissing her lips, which she allows.

I start grabbing and fondling her big firm tits. Mae asks me to be careful with her siliconed tits, still tender after being implanted two months ago.

I start slamming into Mai vigorously, and enjoy watching her tits bounce up and down madly on her chest as she moans and groans.

I push her legs together and do some missionary prone bone. She seems a little uncomfortable. I then flip her over and finish in doggie prone bone.

It’s like my earlier “dry humping” but this time my dick is penetrating deep inside her pussy with each slamming thrust.

I enjoy the loud slapping sounds of my groin bashing her soft big ass cheeks. I finish by sitting up and straddling her like riding a horse, while spurting my load deep inside her. Ride ‘Em Cowboy! Yeeehaaa!

Ahhh! Very good!  Very very gooood.

Mai allows me to just lie on top of her awhile, with my spent dick inside her. Always a plus, unlike other business-like hookers who immediately try to rise and disengage from my swollen dick.

I find out some interesting facts as we’re getting dressed. Mai got into hooking business while working in a bar. On her fourth day of work, she met a farang, who was also from Hawaii. He was her boyfriend for 4 months.

But they broke up because “he always go out and want to have many lady.”

I laugh and explain to Mai, “Yes, all farangs only come to Pattaya because it have many ladies. We don’t want only one lady.”

Mai’s ex-boyfriend still lives in a Pratumnak condo that he bought. They remain on friendly terms. In fact, Mai says she still visits him weekly.  “He still take care of me,” she says, adding that he has taken her traveling to places like Chiang Mai and Phuket.

I ask Mai how old is her ex-boyfriend. She sheepishly say he’s 57 now, slightly embarrassed by him being so much older.

Inwardly, I smile sadly to myself.

No way I’m gonna tell Mai that I’m 10 years older than him. If she asks, I’m going to lie and say I’m 55. If I could, I would lie about being even younger, but my face is now too wrinkled.

Mai agrees to let me take a few photos of her clothed.