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Simon
by John - bokjay123@hotmail.com

Chapter 13

"Come on Simon" said the Officer shaking his shoulder. "Snap out of it, you 
can't go on board looking like that, have to get some clothes on"

Slowly Simon realised what he was on about. He had boarded the Zodiac with 
just his loin curtain. Now approaching the ship he had to put some clothes 
on. He had never thought anything of it with getting so used to wearing 
nothing else. It gave him something to think about apart from the vision of 
the collapsing Tu. Reaching for his bag, he pulled out his shorts and 
t-shirt and eased them on. Out the corner of his eye he saw the two sailors 
in charge of the outboards smirking.

Immediately his clothes felt odd and restrictive, but he knew from now on 
this was what he would be wearing and had better get used to it. Giving his 
mind something else to think about brought him around a little and he 
stopped sobbing. Looking back to the island all he could see was a mass of 
people but unable to pick out anyone in particular. Then he heard a whistle 
and orders shouted as the rubber dingy came alongside and ladders were put 
over the side for them to climb on board.

A mess hand took him to his cabin and there he stayed in a stupor till the 
Officer came around and knocked on his door.

"You alright now?" he asked.

"Yes thanks" he answered

"Always a bit of pull on the old heart when you leave the ones you love. 
Being in the Navy, we are not unfamiliar with all that you know. Have a good 
rest and when you are feeling a bit better, come up top and ask for me. We 
need to know a bit about what you have been doing and how this place ticks, 
kind of bringing us up to date on our fact sheet for these islands"

Simon said he would and the Officer left. Then he realised that he still had 
his hand clenched around Tu's gift.

A part of him didn't want to look, couldn't bear another wrench at his 
heart, yet he had to know.

Slowly he opened his hand, as though a small animal might jump out at any 
moment. Nothing did of course, but there in his palm was a small wooden box, 
the size of a pill box. It was ornately carved and coloured. He stared at it 
for a long time, knowing immediately that Tu had made this for him. His 
heart ached as he examined the beautiful carving; it must have taken him 
hours and hours of work. Getting a hold of himself he took off the lid. 
Slowly a smile crept across his face as he realised what he had been given. 
In the box was the grease that they used as lubricant for fucking. This was 
an intricate version of the simple gourd they all carried around for bum 
wanking.

"Tu, I love you" he cried, but this time he chuckled at his thoughtfulness. 
He would never use this ever, but it would become one of his most treasured 
possessions.

The next day he went to see the Officer and told him all he knew about the 
place. In return the Office informed Simon that they were not going to 
Vanuatu as he had expected, but in four days would be docking in Auckland, 
home port for the ship.

The intervening time was spent visiting uninhabited rocks and small 
populated islands that they called at, and working on his thesis. Slowly 
each day his depression lifted and he was able to distance his feelings from 
the emotions he had about the place. Even so, each night Tu was there in his 
thoughts and he could not help making an abnormal number of wanks about him.

>From Auckland it was a relatively short flight to Sidney and a reunion with 
his brother. But the hustle and bustle of the traffic and throngs of people 
jarred with him at every turn. He joined his brother for dinners at 
expensive restaurants and downtown bars. For the first time in quite a 
while, there was any number of available good looking women.

Simon felt with just a week to spend in Sidney it was useless to start 
something with a woman. Instead his plan was to stop over in Thailand on the 
way back to England. The direct flight was far too long, so better to break 
the journey as he had on the way out.  He would be able to sow his wild oats 
till the cows came home. Thoughts of all those beautiful young Thai ladies 
just waiting for tourists, especially young men and specially those with 
blue eyes and blond hair. Yes, he was going to have a ball back at the 
resort in Thailand where he had such a good time before. What he had got up 
to at the island nobody would ever know and he made every effort to push it 
out of his mind. Thailand would do him good and put him on the right track 
once more. With a good holiday there, he would continue to England and 
finish off his thesis ready for the new term back at university.

Before he left Sidney, he finished doing all the preparation notes, then 
sent them all back to England by courier. It would be a worry to take them 
as baggage to Thailand in case they got lost or some accident happened. It 
would be a big load off his mind knowing they were safe and leave himself 
free to fuck around with the ladies to his hearts content.

He said goodbye to his brother without the tears he had shed leaving the 
island. A change of plane in Singapore for Bangkok was delayed and his 
connecting domestic flight to the resort was missed. A boring six hours was 
spent in Bangkok airport waiting around for the next one. By the time he 
arrived he had been travelling for the best part of twenty four hours and he 
was thoroughly knackered. To compound his misery, it was dark and raining. 
He hailed a taxi and instructed him to which section of the beach he wanted 
to stay at. When the taxi stopped, he found himself stood in the pouring 
rain, rucksack on his back and having to find somewhere to stay. He made for 
the first "Rooms to Rent" sign he could see, agreed the somewhat expensive 
price and collapsed on his bed. He didn't even take off his clothes before 
falling into the sleep of the dead.

It was after lunch time the following day when he woke up. He took stock of 
his situation and decided that he would find a place closer to the beach for 
he realised he was still someway from the main entertainment area. Besides, 
the place was expensive and he knew he could find cheaper. He took a shower 
and cleaned himself up, then checked out and walked the half mile or so to 
the beach area.

By the time he got there he was feeling hungry, not having eaten anything 
since on the plane between Sidney and Singapore. It was pure coincidence 
that he found himself near to Somphongs bar, so he made his way there ready 
to eat a horse.

Unlike before the bar was empty, both of customers and Somphong. He sat down 
and heard the rattle of bottles from behind. He whistled.

Som's head peered around the corner.

"Sorry sir, one minute sir" and disappeared back.

A few seconds later it reappeared.

"Simon?"

Simon began laughing.

"Simon, fuck, where have you been?" Somphong sprang up and rushed over.

He filled him in on the basics, and then begged him for some food.

"No food now, out of season. Not much customer in rainy season" he indicated 
the empty seats. "Foreigner don't like beach when it's raining. But don't 
worry, I go fetch food, not farang food but Thai food, okay?"

"Fine, just bring me something to eat"

It felt good to be back again!  Minutes later he was back trailed by an old 
lady bringing steaming dishes.

"I eat with you, not had lunch yet" said Som.

Together they ate a series of delicious dishes.

"So business is bad now?" asked Simon

"Yes, business always slow in rainy season, but this year very bad. 
Something happened, I see on the news, now people don't want to come to 
Thailand so much."

Simon had learned before that all these people working bars and beach 
restaurants earn only tips for the most part. The lucky ones had a pittance 
of a basic salary and only establishments like hotels paid real ones.

"How is the bar we used to go to?"

"I no go now, no money" Said Som, looking clearly unhappy.

"No girls?" asked Simon.

Som gave him a dirty look. "How can buy girl when no have money, I just told 
you I not go to bar. When tourist season start again, then I have money for 
lady" He laughed at his predicament.

"You poor sod" laughed Simon. "Don't worry, I will treat you"

"To bar, or to girl" Som shot back hopefully. They both laughed.

Simon asked about some of the girls he had been with, but knew they had a 
big turnover so he was not surprised when Som told him they were no longer 
there.

"Where you stay this time?" asked Som.

"Last night I took the first room that I could find, but too expensive, 950 
baht a night"

Somphong whistled. "No good, they rip you off."

"I know, but I had to find somewhere and I didn't care where, I just wanted 
to sleep. This afternoon I will look around, I'm sure I will find something 
around 500 or 600 baht or so."

Somphong leaned towards Simon and put his hand on his shoulder.

"I not kidding about no money. This season very bad for tourist. You know my 
place, well I don't have money for rent now. How about you stay with me, say 
for 300 baht. You save money and you help me otherwise I sleeping here on 
the bar next week."

"What if I want to bring back a girl" said Simon thinking of the obvious 
problem.

"No problem, I sleep here in bar or in kitchen. No problem, sure"

He liked Somphong a lot, they had some good nights out together and he had 
never put on him for money or drinks before, so he knew his problem was 
genuine.

"I would hate to think of you sleeping here" said Simon.

"No problem for me, sure no problem. I need money for my room, so if you 
find girl its okay for me"

Simon nodded; he knew many barmen did sleep on the premises.

"No problem for me here in bar, unless you catch lady like before and we 
share" Som laughed.

"Okay, I stay with you"

Som put his hand forward to shake.

"How much lunch?" asked Simon.

"50 baht"

"50 baht? That's cheap for what we had."

"You farang don't forget, expensive for you, cheap for me" winked Som.

"You stay with me, I make sure nobody rip you off" laughed Som.

Simon stayed drinking till early evening, after which Som gave a bill for 
cost price. Shit! He had paid twice as much for just a couple of drinks at 
some places and they had shifted at least two crates of Singha beer between 
them.

He was thoroughly and very happily drunk by the time Somphong called it a do 
and shut the bar. Yet it didn't go unnoticed that he was the one and only 
customer since he got there.

The walk back to Som's room was a stagger, three steps forward and two steps 
back. But Simon was feeling on top of the world now he was back in Thailand. 
In some ways he had been living a bad dream and now he hoped this was the 
start of a really good time.

Simon wasn't too drunk to see that the room was clean and tidy, so he had no 
qualms about living there. Som quickly found him a spare key which he left 
out on the table.

Each took a shower and climbed into bed.

"Tomorrow you sleep in, no problem. I get up to open bar about 10, so I can 
see you later in afternoon"

"Okay, I hope to sleep like a log and catch up, sweet dreams, 'night"

"Sweet dreams", answered Som, "glad to see you here again"

Sleep was just a couple of hours before his bursting bladder woke him and he 
found his way to the bathroom. For some unknown reason, he kicked off his 
briefs only to have a piss. When he got back to bed he realised what he had 
done.

"Fuck it" he said to himself not wanting to go back to the bathroom again, 
"can't get used to wearing clothes again. Besides, I always sleep naked"

Som was breathing deeply and wouldn't notice, so he shrugged and got in.

As predicted his sleep was long and wonderful and on waking he had no 
hangover. After so long without drinking he was wondering if having so much 
would affect him, but thankfully it hadn't.

He got up and had a look at the room, just one main one with a small toilet 
and shower to one side and a single ring stove and kitchenette in one 
corner. He went through the cupboards looking at what Som had in. Most he 
could not fathom, but Nescafe seemed the same jar no matter where he went. 
He put on some water and stood waiting for it to boil.

He jumped when the door opened an in walked Somphong, thinking he would be 
on his own till much later.

"When I give you house key, I took off bar store key and left it here. Got 
to have so I can open bar."

"I'm making coffee, you want one?"

"Yes please, coffee in bar in the store, so I no have one yet" he laughed.

He soon found the key and slipped it back on his key ring and came over to 
Simon.

"You like being naked?" he asked Simon.

"Sorry, I forgot, and I thought I would be by myself here"

He made to go to his rucksack. Som laughed and put up his arm to stop him.

"No problem, I also naked many times here and sleep without anything too. I 
will be gone in five minutes so don't worry"

"I spent all my time on the island almost naked, just something across my 
dick. Still can't get into the habit of wearing anything."

He poured the boiling water into two cups and laughed.

"Last night I put on clean briefs for bed, I didn't want to offend you by 
wearing nothing, now you tell me you did the same. It shouldn't bother us, 
we seen everything about each other before" He looked at Som and winked.

Somphong knew exactly what he was referring too, the night they had shared 
the girl.

"I can see you have been naked, the only white thing on your body is your 
balls and cock".

They had a good laugh about that, then Som knocked back his coffee and said 
he must go.

It was after midday when Simon went out from the room. He walked away from 
Somphong's bar down the beach. He wanted to look at everything he knew from 
his previous visit before going to meet Som for lunch.

What he found echoed Som's words. Around two thirds of the establishments 
were shut and there seemed to be few tourists there. The bars that were open 
did not have more than a couple of people in them whereas before they had 
been thronging. Still, it was only afternoon, perhaps at night things will 
be different he thought. So he turned on his heals and headed back.

Surprisingly Som's place had the most customers he had seen, there were a 
group of six guys sat around a table at the edge of the footpath.

His friend poured him a beer as he came in then took him over to the table. 
There he introduced him, they were all his friends. All worked in the local 
hotels and had the day off. Because of this all spoke really good English so 
without any difficulty Simon sat down and was able to chat.

Most of them he noticed were very good looking, so when he found out they 
were in positions at the front desk and restaurants, it did not surprise 
him. He knew in high class hotels well turned out staff were put where they 
interfaced with the public.

Being a new face and knowing he was not just an ordinary tourist but was 
staying with Somphong brought out a friendliness he had not seen since the 
islanders. Even though the sky was clouding up, he really enjoyed the 
afternoon. In just a couple of hours of talking it was like they were all 
old friends.

At exactly four o' clock, a flash of lightening and a roar of thunder had 
them retreating to the bar. The rain lashed down accompanied by a squally 
wind which soon drenched the table they had be sat at.

At the bar, someone asked him how long he had been there as he was really 
well tanned. When he said he had just arrived, but had been there some time 
ago they were confused.

"Simon has been on an island in the Pacific, naked every day, everybody all 
naked" he joked.

They looked at him blankly thinking this was a strange joke.

"Tell them Simon, tell them I am saying the truth" laughed Som.

"Yes, he's right, well almost right. Not full naked, I had a loin cloth, so 
did everybody. But the rest, well there were no clothes"

They looked at him in a new light.

How, why, where. Suddenly they were a barrage of questions which kept him 
busy for a long time.

"Sounds like Thailand before" said Pom.

"Before when?" asked Simon.

"Maybe up to the 20's or 30's, in the provinces the men wore a cloth around 
the waist which went back between the legs. Then the western influence took 
over after that and they began wearing pants like now.

"Bit like a tanga brief" said Dom, "All their bums showing" he laughed.

"Yes, it was like that where I was. It was not considered anything bad at 
all. Even the loin cloth was there only to protect you when walking in the 
forest, stop you getting stuck by thorns in very painful places. When the 
men sat down, or it was windy, you could see everything they had."

"And you were like that too?" asked Kiat.

"It was a bit strange at first, but wearing clothes made you feel really 
different which was not so good. It only took a couple of days and I never 
thought anything of it. That even surprised me as well"

"Imagine, everyone would see Pom's small cock" laughed Kiat.

"Fuck off" he responded.

"Or Somphongs fat cock" chirped in Dom, "That would put the ladies off"

Som threw a wet bar cloth at him hitting him square on the head.

"Better not see Simon then, he would make the ladies scream" said Som, 
taking the attention off himself.

"Why?" asked Kiat.

"Farang equals big cock" answered Dom for him. "Right?"

Simon blushed. Just like back home, conversation with friends could quite 
quickly degenerate into sexual insults and innuendo.

They stared at Simon waiting for his riposte.

"I have enough" he said, not wanting to put too fine a point on it.

"For three" put in Som like a shot.

Eyes widened as they regarded him anew, then thankfully for Simon the 
conversation drifted to another subject.



Part 14 soon

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