I took off from Colombo and headed northeast across the island, then the Indian Ocean. I had been across this area on my first trip and I remember how I had messed up and run into a storm. I checked weather really carefully this time. About half way, I knew I was crossing the same place I had been a year earlier. The difference was I wasn’t headed to the fleshpots of Thailand; I was headed to a Buddhist Temple. That is quite a difference in itinerary; monks instead of prostitutes.
I was going to the Tiger Temple in Kanchanaburi. My brother had sent me pictures of the temple and I have always loved tigers. The chance to interact so closely with tigers was something I couldn’t pass up. It actually was the first way point I put on the trip. Everything else was made to fit together with home as start and finish and Kanchanaburi in the middle.
I flew across a narrow strip of Burma and into Eastern Thailand. I landed and got a taxi to the airport hotel. There are not many tourists that come and stay in Kanchanaburi, so I got the royal treatment. Most of the tourists come by bus from Bangkok. Thailand has several kinds of tourism. There are the old military guys who were in Thailand for the war and want to relive or come to terms with those old memories. There are a few who want to see the jungles and sights of Thailand, get an elephant ride, and see an old temple. Maybe the biggest group is the sex tourists because the Thais are pretty free when it comes to sex.
There is a smaller but more problematic subgroup of sex tourists and those are the child sex tourists. The problem is defining what exactly we mean by child sex tourism. If you ask the zealots they say any girl under 18 is a child and shouldn’t be having sex. That of course is ridiculous and stupid. These women will be married long before they are 18 anyway.
I worked with a fellow who married when he was in the Air Force in Thailand. His wife was 15 when they married. He was only 18, so it wasn’t all that weird. She cost him 3 pigs as I remember. Different culture, different rules, but the zealots in the US don’t think any rules different than theirs are right.
But there are true child sex predators that come to Thailand for children, girls who haven’t yet become women. A man who wants to have sex with a girl, by that I mean a female who really is still a girl, not yet sexually mature, is a sicko. The US has tried to make it illegal for US citizens to travel to other countries for underage sex. The problem is how do you know and prove it? Unless the host government cracks down or the guy brings back pictures, how would you prosecute them? In Brazil the age of consent is fifteen. US law says it is illegal for a U.S. citizen to go to Brazil and have sex that is legal in that country. It doesn’t make sense, but of course our sex laws very seldom do make sense.
At the hotel I asked the bellhop along with 500 Baht where I could find women. He gave me directions to the local bar/brothel. Anywhere there are tourists there will be a brothel. I went in and ordered a Singha bottled. Here is a word of warning about Thai beers. If you get a beer in Thailand, get Singha bottled. The local beers have all sorts of things in them that don’t belong in a human body. Get Singha bottled. You have been told.
A woman, about 50 or so came up to me. I didn’t even have to ask for her. I’m sure since I was a head taller than anyone else in the place I stood out.
“You want a girl?” she asked in acceptable English.
“Perhaps, if it was the right girl,” I answered.
“Oh, what you like?” she asked.
“I would like a pretty virgin,” I said. I know that seems like asking a lot, but Thai women tend to have a high portion of pretty women, I think. The problem in Thailand isn’t finding a virgin, it getting pretty and a virgin above the age of consent.
“You want a young girl?” she asked in a lower voice sizing me up.
I shook my head, “No. I want a real virgin who is pretty. Not all her guests say she is a virgin.”
She had obviously heard that one before. She nodded, “This cost plenty. I have to go out to the country and maybe not find her. Might cost a lot.”
That had me worried, mentioning the cost twice she was negotiating hard. Most of the bar girls were from the country. A farmer doesn’t need daughters. If he has a lot, he sells them if he can. But it wouldn’t cost the Madame all that much. But she wanted me to make it worth her while to go out to the country.
Now before all you good Christians get mad about selling off your daughter into sexual slavery, remember, God says it is okay to sell your daughter, Exodus 21:7 “If a man sells his daughter as a female slave, she is not to go free as the male slaves do.” Since the Bible is the eternal unchangeable and literal, according to those dinosaur hunters, word of God, if it was okay to sell your daughter back then it must be okay now. Those Thai farmers were just following God’s word.
“Tell me how much,” I said and took a drag on the Singha.
She looked at me and named a price, one I knew to be too high. I shook my head. She started in about how she couldn’t and I stood up as if to leave. She grabbed my arm and dragged me back to my seat. Then she named a more reasonable price. “Only if she is pretty and old enough,” I said. I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be a child.
She asked for the money up front. I took out the cash and told her I would be back tomorrow night. If she had the girl, fine. If not, I was going to Bangkok and I’m sure there would be a girl there.
I stuffed the money carefully back deep in my pocket and keeping my hand in the pocket with my hand wrapped tightly around the cash and left. I did get bumped twice outside the bar but I kept my hand in the pocket holding onto the cash. I didn’t even feel the hands trying to get in that pocket but I am sure they were there.
Back at the hotel, I arranged to buy a bunch of foodstuffs and have them at the hotel. I also arranged a truck to meet me first thing in the morning. I hung around the hotel for dinner, a good choice since the food was Thai but it was European hot. Some Thai food will lift the head off your shoulders if you aren’t careful.
I got up early. The truck driver showed up helped me lift the rice and other stuff into the truck. We went out to the Tiger Temple. I was met by one of the monks and when I showed him the truck he hurried into the Temple. The Abbot of the temple came out and thanked me for the gifts in passable English. I helped unload the foodstuffs. It was still early, before the regular tourists appeared. I offered the Abbot a cash donation as well which he accepted.
He took me personally out to the Tiger Den. I asked him if he thought these cats were different than wild cats or was it the Buddhist temple that made them tame. He smiled, and said, “Good question. The cats can’t know the eight fold way.” I nodded. I could tell he was glad I understood, “But I am sure that the Temple keeps the cats tame. I followed him into the area where the cats were kept before the tourists arrived. The abbot encouraged me to pet the tigers. I tell you that the hair on my neck rose as I sat next to a 600 hundred pound tiger and his impressive fangs. He raised his head as I petted him and brought his head to my lap, purring as I scratched his chin. Other than the size, it was like petting a cat, except when he dropped his head onto my lap I don’t think I could have lifted it off. I could feel the same vibes as I get from the cats at home. The Abbot thanked me again for the gifts to the temple; he said something to the monks which I assume was ‘Keep the gringo out of trouble’ and off he went.
I was there when the tourists showed up a little later. I wandered around to see them interact with the tigers. I was amazed at how tame the tigers seemed to be. I am sure I will never forget having a tiger put his head in my lap and purr. I can’t even put the feeling in words, sitting next to such a large carnivore, the power and grace, strength and fluidity in movement.
I could have stayed there all day but it was getting crowded, so I went back and the truck driver took me back to the hotel. I paid him off. I took a nap before dinner which again was wonderful. After dinner I went back to the bar. The Madame saw me and came straight to me. She took me upstairs and into a room. The girl looked to be about 15 or so. And she looked nervous, which makes sense.
“Is she a virgin?” I asked.
The woman nodded, “I checked myself. She is virgin.”
I nodded, “Can I check?” She nodded and started to say something to the girl so I figured it was true. “Never mind” I said. I handed over the money. It would be too much to expect a country girl from Thailand to speak English. The Madame instructed the girl who nodded and looked up at me. I smiled trying to reassure her a bit. Then the Madame introduced me to the girl, “This is Phan,” and left which seemed to be a signal. The girl stood up and started removing her clothes. Once naked she came over and started taking off my clothes. I helped and soon was as naked as she. This might seem strange, but you have to remember that Thai peasants still live in one room huts. This girl grew up watching her parents hump. So sex and naked bodies weren’t as mysterious for her as it would be for a girl in the West.
Phan lay down on the bed and lifted one leg to show off her charms. I am sure this had all been coached to please the farang before I arrived. I suppose it was to look sexy, but mostly it looked rehearsed and stupid. One thing, she looked young with no hair on her pussy yet, or the Madame had carefully removed it to make her look young. It isn’t unusual in some Asian brothels for the girls to have their hair removed to make them look younger.
I went over to the bed and lay down next to her. Now the sexy smile disappeared replaced by a nervous smile. Phan was trying, but who could blame her for being a bit nervous. I smiled, leaned in, and kissed her. She responded and soon we were kissing like crazy. I cupped her small tits and tweaked her nipples which grew hard.
This is one of those conundrums of travel. There are a lot of Americans who would say what I did was wrong, because it is wrong under our rules, and of course we are always right. Pardon him, Theodotus: he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature. -- G. B. Shaw. That’s us, what we are used to are the laws of nature and everyone ought to be like us, but the truth is, we are the barbarians and have our own cultural mores and those other barbarians actually think their ways are right, imagine.
When I travel, I try to conform to the rules and customs of the place I travel. If it is bad manners to pat a kid on the head, I don’t do it. If it is good manners to offer a tip after taking a picture of someone, I do. If the age of consent is fifteen, that’s fine with me. I know our way is stupid. 18% of girls in the U.S. are already having sex at 10 and we pretend that abstinence campaigns aimed at teens will actually do any good. Now that is just plain stupid. It’s as stupid as those Christians looking for the dinosaurs in a cave in Africa to pretend abstinence campaigns will do any good.
It's like those icky incestuous campaigns where girls get engaged to their father and promise to stay true. The truth is those girls are just as likely to have sex before marriage and statistically more likely to get an STD or get pregnant since they are more likely to have sex without precautions, never taking it seriously, the stupid 'promise' protecting them.
I quit thinking about all of this as her hand found my erect cock and stroked it. I pulled her to me. The lack of language made it a little bit uncomfortable but with sex you really don’t need a lot of words; touch becomes its own language. I kissed her while my hands lightly ran over her skin. Something about Asian women: I think they have never been taught that women can’t enjoy recreational sex, sex just for fun. This girl didn’t seem to be having any problem enjoying sex even though it was her first time.
I bent down and licked her nipples which became red and hard. I licked and sucked them, as she pressed up against my mouth. My hand went between her thighs which splayed open for me. I rubbed along her slit, opening her. As my finger dipped down into her folds I felt her heat. She was wet and my finger spread her juices around making her slippery.
I moved further south to find her pussy bare with her inner lips protruding out in her excitement. I licked along her pussy from bottom to top. Phan shuddered as my tongue went over her clitoris. I could see her pussy as it flared open in her need. She did have a cherry, a small ring of skin around the opening of her vagina. I would have to go slow and make sure she was wet and ready.
I sucked, licked, and stroked her clitoris with tongue and lips as her hips bounced around on the bed. Soon she was gushing as she cried out in orgasm, maybe her first ever. She fell back a limp doll onto the bed, her legs splayed open in invitation. I moved up over her, seated my cock into her pussy, rubbed it around to get it wet and slowly started pushing. As it found her shaft and opened her, she looked up. I saw apprehension and smiled. Phan smiled back as my cock slid into her. As the head entered, I felt resistance, then nothing but the buttery grasping of her pussy. She gasped as her hymen split. I halted for a moment. She looked up, saw me waiting, and nodded. It must not have been bad.
I pressed forward and slid all the way into her. Her head fell back against the bed as I bottomed out, rotating my hips to grind against her clitoris. I started to pull back when she grabbed my ass and pulled me back in. As I bottomed out the second time she said something in Thai that sounded like ja. I took that as a good sign and began fucking her in the classic in and out, deep and slow, shallow and fast rhythm. Her hands stayed on my ass pulling me back into her every time. Her pussy was tight and pulsing, grabbing my cock on every stroke as I quickly felt my own climax coming much faster than usual. I fought it back, but it is one of those things: once you feel it coming, fighting it only seems to make it come faster as you are concentrating on how good it feels.
I growled as the rumbling began in my loins. Then bam; without any more warning, suddenly my balls were blasting my cum into her pussy. Blast after blast leaving me drained. I moaned once as it sapped my strength and I fell to the side since I didn’t want to crush the small girl.
A few minutes later there was a knock and the Madam came in talking quite happily to the girl. The Madam helped me out of bed. She had a hot towel and water, and quickly cleaned me up, showing the girl how it should be done. They chattered as they cleaned me, then helped me get dressed. The girl had thrown on a robe. She bowed me out the door as the Madam led me back to the bar. “Please, have a beer,” she offered.
I declined as I was flying in the morning. I wandered back to the hotel, a smile on my face. I had heard all the stories about Thailand and I was glad to know that many of them were true. I had two reasons to remember my adventures in Thailand, tigers and girls
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