Fear And Loathing in Pattaya by Krusty00 ~ LB-69

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Fear And Loathing in Pattaya.. By Krusty00

Part One...

I have a dirty little secret. I love ladyboys (lb). I have been bewitched by them for years. It started years ago in my mid twenties when working in Singapore I went on a holiday with some work colleagues to Phuket in the south of Thailand. On the first night out we went to Bangla Road, the main strip of night life. We were walking down the road taking in all the sights of the beer bars and go-go bars. I had never been to Thailand and more importantly, I had never paid for sex before in my life. I was intoxicated by all the brown skinned, petit women that overflowed the bars, knowing for a few dollars I could take my pick. All of the friends in my group were guys so we were attracting a larger then normal reaction from all the beauties trying to tempt us into their establishments.

A couple of the blokes in our party were experienced hands at Thailand and were dishing out information about each different bar, what they provided, who you could take and what you could get the girl to do. In my innocence I truly believed that this was all bullshit and that it was impossible that I could fuck a girl here for around $20 where as the same girl back home could take the pick of any bloke (and likely not to chose me). We settled on one go-go, School Room Go-Go if my memory is correct, which the old hands had suggested was one of their favorites. Within an hour most of guys had taken a bird upstairs for the experience of a ‘short-time’, the first time I became familiar with the phrase.

I eventually got over my shyness and picked a go-go dancer that took my fancy (what she looked like is lost in the annuals of time) and proceeded to climb the stairs to the short time room, the first of many to come over then next ten years. I was a shy, skinny, tall, awkward young man not very experienced with women and so what lay ahead for me was a bit daunting. Memories are vague but the shower with a bucket occurred (the traditional initiation baptism) and then on to the bed. It was a common missionary fuck, I had little variation previously. I blew and attempted small talk with the girl whose English skills post-root became poor in an attempt to clear me out of the room. I was in love with my new Thai girlfriend. I paid a 1000 baht which later down in the bar I was told was too excessive (didn’t care). After a kiss goodbye my new girlfriend took me back to the bar and she went back to dancing the pole trying to attract the attention of other punters, even friends from my group. I was crest fallen.

Though upset that she hadn’t agreed there and then to quit working the bar and start to apply for a visa to my home, I learnt a valuable lesson early. Thailand was about frequent and numerous fucks. Love was not possible, it was all about making a buck. As my disappointment over my lost love subsided, I grew excited by the fact that I could now be free to roam and pick as many of the beauties as I wanted. Free from guilt, free from moral outrage as long as I had enough dough in my pocket to pay.

A couple nights later, after daily visits to go-gos, massage parlors, bars and even fast food joints (ahh, my first McDonalds girl) I took a stroll with one of the veterans of Thailand, an old Pom named Dirk. We were walking again down Bangla about 11pm and I spotted some bar dancers with a big crowd around them. We stopped to have a look and I was entranced immediately. There was this tall girl (I never saw such tall Thai girl before) dancing in a black evening gown with long flowing hair. She was fucking gorgeous! She was bumping and grinding on the bar, really working the music and flaunting her attributes. Noticed she had huge, great knockers that were going to burst out of her tight fitting dress any moment. During her performance she even caught my eye and flicked me a smile. As a kid I used to bar up when the school bus drove over a small bump or hill. This girl was Mount Everest and I had taken one of fastest bus rides ever because my cock was testing the durability of my shorts and started to leak within 2 minutes of looking at her. This dream like sequence was broken by my companion Dirk. ‘Keep moving fella, that’s a bloke.’

I could not fucking believe it, this was a man?? I had heard of people having sex-changes before but coming from Australia I assumed that they all looked like Dame Edna Everge. I never thought a man could look as hot as this guy did. As we moved on I asked Dirk if he was sure it was a man and he proceeded to tell me all the facts about lbs. All of them were thieves, all of them were drug addicts, always getting into fights and most still had their wang attached (he didn’t paint a very positive picture). I was conflicted. Lbs sounded like trouble to be avoided, but I couldn’t get over the beauty of the lb I had sighted. Over the next few days I would ask others what they knew about lbs to the point that I started to cop grief for my interest. I was young, naïve and didn’t think the others would give me such a hard time about my curiosity. All were people I meet through work and to be honest I never liked most of them (never kept contact with any when I left). I soon learnt to keep my mouth shut about the topic, but any chance I got to sneak a view of the lbs on Bangla Road I would.

Never fined a lb on this very first trip. The negative reaction form the group would have been too much to bear and plus, the idea of having sex where another person’s cock was involved was still too unpalatable for me. Returning to work my thoughts were consumed with lbs. I still kept it secret as occasionally someone from work would bring the subject up and have a laugh at my expense. I would laugh it off but privately this only intensified my interest and I was determined to learn more. Thanks to the web (and sites like these in their early stages) I was able to discover more and more about shemales, transsexuals and katoeys. I downloaded a huge number of photos of my favorites, spending weekends trawling the sites viewing pictures. I was becoming obsessed. Initially attracted to post-ops (more like girls) I came to find myself attracted to pre-ops and the added bonus of what fun could be had with another cock. I bought some DVDs and would spend nights jerking off till my dick started to chaff. Rather then socialize with friends after work or weekends I would head straight home to immerse myself in my pornographic fantasies...

Ladyboy Hunter Joined: 23 Oct 2006 Posts: 151 Points: 378

krusty ............ wow you hit this site running ........kliome , I understand you are keeping the site running smoothly

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Part Two...

All this voyeurism was getting too much and far short of the real thing. Singapore had lbs I learnt from the web, but it was a little too close to home and my fear of being sighted by someone I knew was too great. I arranged a private trip to Phuket some months after the first trip and told no one where I was going. Instead I made up a story I was going home to Australia. Spent a week in Phuket alone taking a few girls at first cause I was having trouble working up the courage to actually barfine a lb. Eventually after much drinking one night I snuck into the Andaman Cabaret and took in a show. By this stage I still hadn’t even sat at a lb bar or approached one. The show was amazing and I was dumbstruck by the lbs. I was swamped and constantly molested by the lbs here, touching my cock and tongue kissing me. I was in heaven. I drank up big and bought a round for the lbs which only made me more popular with the crowd and intensified the fondling. Being shit-faced I somehow agreed to go with one tall beauty. Had to do the walk of shame down the Soi in front of all the bars full of girls and punters. This was the most nerve-wracking experience of my short life, I looked like a lobster I was that bright red by the time we made it to Bangla Road and found a taxi. It was all stares and laughs and before we got out of there and I was almost prepared to piss off and forget the lb.

Such was my shame, going to my hotel was impossible but the lb seemed unsurprised by this and told me we could use her room. After a 10 minute taxi ride where I’m sure the driver was making smart ass comments about me and the lb, we arrived at her room and took residence. Went thought the routine of showering and waiting for her to scrub down. I was impatient and nervous about this lb first time, especially about how I would react to the cock. The she came back into the room and was still looking hot, sans make-up and clothes. Had a towel on and laid beside me and started kissing. Seconds seemed like hours for I was keen to strip her of the towel and get a look at the goods. She eventually conceded and to my disappointment she turned out to be a girl. Regardless, she was still hot and all the anticipation had me revved up. We fucked and I blew 3 times, a record for me in one session that I have never surpassed, I was younger and fitter then.

After the last gusher we started to talk a little and I admitted to her that I thought she was a lb. She told me ‘me ladyboy, have cut’. I took a closer look at her request and to be honest I wouldn’t know the difference between a real cunt or a manufactured cunt, but took her word. Further admitted that I had never been with one and I had hoped she was going to be the first. The post-lb said if I want she could get a friend who lived here to come in. I sprung at the chance and agreed. I paid her and she got dressed and left me in the room. Minutes later a slim, tiny thing came into the room and introduced herself. It turned out that this was in fact her room and the post-lb was just using it for the transaction. She was dressed in boxers and a t-shirt and had been sleeping in a friend’s room but the post-lb had told her that there was a cash opportunity waiting in her room and she couldn’t believe her luck.

She knew that this was going to be my first time with a lb and informed me that we could do anything. Having blown so many times I doubted if I was able to perform, but I felt a swelling at the prospect of finally living my fantasy. I said I wanted to look at her cock so she undressed and showed off her slim, tiny tited body with a small (I had no idea at the time about sizes other then my own) penis. With her guidance she got me to start sucking it. It was the first time I had done this and I was all teeth. She pleaded with me to be more careful and try and not bite it off (useful tip). It was a strange sensation but not as horrific as I thought it would be, I think the drink helped. After some time blowing her she suggested did I want to try and fuck. I thought she meant me fuck her but when I agreed she immediately grabbed a condom and sheathed it over her own cock. I was a bit unsure about the direction we were heading because the only thing that had ever passed through my hole was turds. I tentatively complied and she got me on all fours and positioned herself behind me. She spat on my hole to lube me up and attempted to enter me. I gave her a good chance to ‘break ground’ but I was just too nervous and kept clenching up. She abandoned all hope of topping me so she suggested we both jerk off. Having completed the mutual masturbation session and getting off my 4th load of the night I laid back and comprehended my actions.

I was suddenly filled with dread and revulsion. The tiny-lb was keen to chat and tell me about herself, but I was having none of it. Paid and fled into the night where I started to freak out because I was in the middle of no-where, unsure of my bearings at 5.00am in the morning in a foreign country. I found my way back to the hotel and scrubbed myself silly trying to reenact the scene from the ‘Crying Game’ (though I knew what I was getting myself in for). I nursed my hole, though still virgin, the tiny-lb had given it a ‘good ol’ college-try’ of entering it. I thought to myself that this was my first and last time I would ever attempt to go with a lb...

EXCELLENT read there Kliome, hope all is well mate and thanks for sharing you story Laughing

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Not my words. This post is by way of Krusty00.

It's an excellent read. Very honest and painful, well articulated. These are experiences most of us have been through and can warmly associate with.

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Part Three...

Roughly ten years later and the pattern has not changed. I have made numerous trips to Thailand in pursuit of lbs in Pattaya, Bangkok and Phuket. Prior to each trip I get worked up into a lather about fucking a lot of lbs. Upon getting to the destination I struggle with being seen or caught with a lb and therefore I drink far too much to work up enough courage to enter a lb bar or to do a walk of shame with them. Getting them back to the room in an intoxicated state means I rarely perform at my best and the results are either disastrous or blurred.

When not in Thailand living out the fantasy I obsess too much time on websites and pornos at the cost of family, friends, career and social life. I cannot drag myself away at times spending literally days thinking about past fucks or playing out dream-like sequences inspired by Brazilian or American DVDs purchased on the web. If I go out on the piss with friends I often reach a point where I will give them the slip and take off to one of the local transsexual brothels and spend a small fortune on some bricklayer look-a-like for only an hour, getting none of the fun that comes with lbs in Thailand.

I’m always very careful not to let my obsession slip but I have spurned friends who have learnt of some suggestion of my secret desires. One friend house sat for me once and managed to uncover on my computer some downloads that I thought I hid. He made it known one night that he had seen their content. I have never spoken to him since such was my embarrassment. Most of mates often allude to the fact they know something by way of veiled comments or smart ass reference that makes me privately seethe. Even my family suspect something as I am unmarried and have had so few girlfriends, but at best they think I might just be gay which they would consider preferable to my actual inclination. My latest slip up involved a work colleague (a prick I can’t stand) went on a holiday to Phuket and was drinking at Cocktail’n’Dreams. While talking to a lb somehow she got to showing him photos and there was a photo of me whom she claimed was her boyfriend. I don’t doubt the story and I’m not angry at the lb, but the prick would always remind of the story whenever he could. I think I decided then I was going to quick the job and move on, which I did.

I’ve given it a lot of thought and I don’t think I am gay. I do suck cock and will take it up the ass but only with a lb. I’ve even been with, what the website calls fem-boys, but only when they have presented themselves in a dress and make up (so not sure if that is the right definition). I am not attracted to guys even though the fucking would essentially be the same. I have been to gay go-gos with lbs and they did nothing for me. I even went one drunken night to Throb in Boystown thinking I would try it. But even filled with my usual Dutch courage I came away with no desire to barfine anyone. Boys should act like boys and girls (even pretend ones) should act like girls. I still fuck women and often on my trips to Thailand I mix in a number of regular girls and have had a great time socially and sexually. Though, this tends to happen when I’ve had a bad experience with a lb or am bored hanging around by myself in Thailand and want to try to girlfriend experience (GFE).

My biggest frustration is my shyness. Even in my mid thirties I can’t overcome the embarrassment of being seen or caught. I really can’t imagine the day when I would be comfortable with a lb going to the shops or the movies in the remoteness of far-away Thailand let alone bringing one home to meet the folks. I grew up in a small Australian country town where 99.9% of the population is white, Anglo-Saxon Christians. The only minority we have is a Greek bloke who owns the take-away shop. He was born in Australia and has lived in the town for well over 10 years, yet everyone still calls him the ‘foreigner’. I can’t begin to think how they would react if I brought home not only an Asian but a bloke that dresses like a female and possibly still has his cock. A couple of centuries ago the town took part in a campaign to shoot all the Aboriginals in the area, the current folk are not too far descended from them.

I know very few guys are able to make this sort of commitment and I should be content like a lot of others to enjoy the ‘holiday’ experience of being with lbs. But I think to myself if I am so consumed with them maybe this is my natural preference and I’ll never be satisfied unless I have a full girlfriend relationship with a lb. I’ve read online the experiences of some guys who have entered this sort of relationship and I admire and congratulate them for being much more secure in themselves to be able to take this step. I honestly don’t think I will be ever able to take that step and surrender to my desires for any long-term arrangement with a lb. I fear that I will be some sad, lonely, old fuck still making trips at 70 to get my ass fingered by some lb revolted by the sight of me.

Because of my insecurity when I am with a lb I am conflicted and treat them like shit. I don’t mean I abuse them, I mean I fuck with their feelings unintentionally. Without trying to describe myself too much (nor with a big head) I am tall, mid thirties, slim build and though I’m far from the best looking guy I’m also far from the worst. As I result of my shyness, I’m a pretty reserved, polite kind of person. As a result I think it is fair to say I get a fair amount of attention from the lbs. When I walk into a bar or go-go generally I am the best looking prospect compared to the older or overweight guys. This may sound a little egotistical or harsh but I am trying to present the truth (at least how I view it). When I meet a lb it is normally at their instigation, I just sit at a table and they gather to me. I am always drunk but most times I am able to hold it together to be polite and the flash a smile. Generally I don’t progress beyond the first lb to approach me unless they are god-awful ugly. If I’m not drunk enough I may freak out and leave the bar because I am unable to bare the thought of being seen with the lb. Many lbs in the bars of Pattaya will testify to the fact that I’m a time-water, always coming drinking and never barfining anyone.

I generally will only barfine a lb once I am that drunk that I can’t drink anymore and my inhibitions have left me. This often results in poor choices such as street-walkers or the worst looking lb in the bar. I often wake up the next day abusing myself why I ended up with this lb and the not the hottie that I was talking to early in the night. I often leave for a night out with the intention of either not drinking or moderating it, but I have never succeeded. My father was an alcoholic and this acorn I fear has not fallen too far from the tree. Being so drunk my performance in the sack is generally poor or non-existent. I don’t think I could have come to enjoy being topped if it wasn’t out of necessity. Being so drunk and failing to mount an erection the lb would have to resort to fucking me otherwise it would have been little more then fondling going on.

If we can accept the fact that I am a reasonable good looking bloke, the lbs in most cases are attracted to me physically if they can get past the drunken mess I often appear as. Being so drunk the typical scenario is I fall asleep regardless of where I am and end up spending the morning or even in the day with the lb in the room. I like to chat and talk with them and find out their story. I am a good listener (I do have some redeeming qualities) and find the lbs appreciate someone who takes the time to hear them out. Taking in interest in them only heightens the attraction to me and this will always lead to talk about seeing them again or spending time doing girlfriend-like things.

I am a weak-willed son of a bitch. Rather then give it to them straight and tell them that I have no interest beyond fucking in the room I go along with their fantasies about having some sort of relationship beyond the bedroom. I’ve agreed to all sorts of situations; going to movies, meeting them at a restaurant, taking them on holidays to another location. I do this with the full intention of never keeping my promise and avoiding them at all costs. I’ve given phone numbers promising to call and then had to avoid the calls and sms messages of some poor misled lb who thought she was onto a good thing. I’ve come up with so many bullshit excuses about having to be somewhere, meeting a friend or having a girlfriend that on the rare times I’ve been confronted by a lb about why I’ve never come back to see her, I always contradict my story or can never get it straight. I’ve spent so much time sneaking around places, devising ways to avoid a certain bar just so I didn’t have to face coming across a previously spurned lb. I fear a straight walk down Walking Street in Pattaya because I’m not sure where a Muai-Thai trained lb is going to strike from. The rare occasion I am honest or admit that I’m unwillingly to go out in public the lb reacts in such a sad or angry way that I feel like shit and feel even worse cause I had to endure their disappointment personally.

When I’m absent from Thailand I get all depressed that I am not stronger willed and that I can’t face some occasional stare or laugh by a passer by while in the company of a lb. I often think about my favorite lb Sonya from Jenny Star Bar and how good it would be to spend more time with her. She is one of the few lbs I’ve ever taken to eat something and even been to a couple of discos with (always drunk though). I imagine going on a holiday with her, taking her to Koh Samui or some such place, the full holiday girlfriend experience. But get to the crunch and actually acting on it I always become a soft cock and renege on any commitment I have made to myself...

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Part Four...

I’ve had my share of rough encounters. Lb thieves trying to pinch money when I have a shower, freaky yaba addicts demanding more money, hysterical hormone-affected jilted lbs who can’t understand why I don’t love them. I know I bring a lot of it upon myself and I believe its karma’s way of telling me that all my shitty behavior deserves some grief every now and then. Often people lump lbs in the same negative group. But like a cross section of any group you find good ones and bad ones. I met some beautifully natured lbs that are a delight but equally I’ve met some fucked-up psychos that regardless of my how I might have treated them deserve to be locked up permanently in the monkey house.

Being a lb bargirl must be a shitful life. I know this is Thailand and the culture values are different, but however you look at it, any life where you have to fuck hundreds of blokes whether you like it or not can’t be good for you. I’m not blaming us, the punters, the institution of sex for sale will always exist and there is nothing any feminist can do to eliminate it. It’s just that it is sad how the system sucks these girls/lbs in and at the end of it the best they might hope for is some bloke taking them away from all of it but always suspicious of their past history, working as a mama-san at some other bar or dead. The most consistent trait I found with lbs is that they want to have a normal relationship with a man and to be treated like any other girlfriend. The reality is they get fuck-ups like me or short term holiday customers. It surely must be a lonely existence as they are only looking for what every one wants – love and affection.

Throw in all the shit they have to contend with like the effects of hormone and surgery has on their bodies, their propensity to addictive drugs, the risk of disease from punters not wanting to wear a condom and no wonder some become bitter, twisted fuck-ups hell bent on ripping off the next target that comes into their sights. Add to the fact that in their own country that are treated so badly and the source of amusement to any smart ass taxi driver or mean spirited cop. I know the Bangkok cops are meant to be a lot more liberally minded, but I’ve lost count how many times I seen the Pattaya cops rounding up lbs hoping to find a thief amongst them.

With all this negativity why do I bother? I admit I enjoy the sex. Despite all the cons I get excited by the form of a good looking lb with the thought of exploring the full range of sexual actions. I’ve come to like sucking cock and getting fucked as well as providing same. Some punters are content to restrict their desires to only some or part of what can be done with a lb. This is fine, but I feel I need to explore the possible opportunities when available. I am also happy with sex still with a regular girl but like eating out, you don’t always pick the same dish each time. More to do with my personal experiences, satisfactory rooting is getting rarer and the attraction is dimming (I think I have done too much if that is possible). I’m currently in the throws of my latest and most concentrative effort at fucking lbs

Over the course of the last 6 months I’ve been working a contract job in Bangkok. I hadn’t been to Thailand for about a year before I commenced it. I was attracted to the job solely for the purposes of pursuing my interests in lbs. I made a commitment to myself that I would stay away from the lb dens in Nana and Patpong. I work with a large number of ex-pats who though not big whore-mongers do occasionally visit these places, more for a laugh and a drink. Didn’t want to be with a group of workers when I was spotted by a lb street walker or a lb from Cascade while wandering by. I vowed to restrict my visits to only Pattaya because I was less likely to be spotted by someone I knew. I could always get away on the weekends and workloads always varied so sometimes I could piss off for up to two weeks at a time (perfect). Made no real friends at the new job as most were old blokes or married, so I didn’t have to worry about someone tagging along. I made so many trips work started to become suspicious about what I was up to. Told them I was taking the opportunity to see as much of Thailand and the surrounding countries as possible. Did get to Cambodia and Laos but faked a trip to Vietnam where I have never been and bullshitted some story about how ‘interesting’ it was.

Most of the rest of this post deals with details about my various trips to Pattaya over the 6 months. It is a typical snapshot of my past adventures in ‘fun town’, the highs and the lows and demonstrates all too accurately my behavior. I’ve tried to be truthful and honest as I have been throughout the post. If you are offended, appalled or disagree with anything, please understand these are only my views and actions, rightly or wrongly, and all I am doing is trying to give an insight into me. Rather then give you a day by day account I’ve gone in order of lbs that I have fucked.

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Krusty's Report Continued...

The Girls...

Pear/Paris – from Guess Bar
is a hot little cutie. Met her about my 2nd night in Bangkok in what was a quiet night for the bar, few customers. Admit I was hoping to get stuck into the famous Jane but her attentions were elsewhere with one of the few other customers. After a couple of gropes from the other girls, Pear/Paris (or even Pearis as one sms stated she sent me) had a drink with me and her amazing body got me hooked and we were off to my room. Took a taxi from the Bar to the Majestic Grande (cause I’m a lazy fuck). Barely out of her clothes and straight into it. Amazingly good in bed and did the full set of naughty things over the course of the night and well into the next day. Fucking fab start to my experiences in Thailand. Above all a sweet chick, exchanged numbers with her and she would occasionally send a sms reminding me of our night (and didn’t start asking for money for a sick cow – bonus points). This (unbelievably) was my only effort in Bangers as from now on I stuck to my policy of keeping my whoring to places outside of the capital to avoid any embarrassing work related exposures.

Nameless Ladyboy #1
After about 4 weeks of work my first trip to Pattaya was for a 4 day effort over a weekend. Headed to Walking Street for the first big night and got stuck into it in a big way. Scrubbed up and was looking not bad and cut a path throughout the discos, bars and gogos on the drag strip. Was absolutely maggoted by about midnight and memories were sketchy but ended up at a lb bar a bit after Linda Bar opposite Hot Tuna Bar (recent trips have shown that this bar (if it was one) is no longer there). Got chatting to a couple of lbs of no particular note. Somehow ended up with one back at the hotel. A young tit-less lb that I have no real memory of or the night in the sack. Only incident of note was that I ended up with a number of photos of her and me on my phone. Stayed the night and was ushered out the next morning with promises of seeing her again (no intention what so ever). Fucked up as I must have at some point given her my number and had to avoid her calls for the next day or two and the bar for the next few trips. Don’t think I ever saw her again, but I couldn’t be ever sure.

Sonya
My all time favorite, the sultry, leggy ‘super-star’ from Jenny Star Bar. I had been with Sonya about 4 times on previous holiday trips to Pattaya, but had been a shit heel to her on the last trip. Background - I had spent the night in her room and she wanted to go out the next night which I didn’t. Made the mistake of staying in her room the whole day fucking and after her insistence that we go out for dinner together I said I needed to change clothes at my hotel and would promise to come back (no chance). She knew by now of my hesitance of post-fuck activities and to ensure I returned gave me her room keys so I would come back. Took the keys and never returned (fucking lowlife coward).

On this trip I was thinking that I would have to avoid Jenny Star Bar in fear that I would feel the wrath of Sonya. But this beautifully natured sweet heart spotted me on the 2nd night of this trip trying to sneak down the opposite side of the street. She called out my named and walked over and planted a kiss on me and dragged me to the bar with that stunning smile of hers. I mumbled some apologies about the last we saw each other but she said no problem and that she was thrilled to se me (at this point you are all saying ‘she just wanted another bar fine and wasn’t going to king-hit a walking ATM’ – I know, let me live the lie). Overcome with gratitude that I wasn’t going to appear on the latest episode of CSI Pattaya I barfinded Sonya (wearing low cut jeans and tee – fuck she looked hot) we took off to Marine Disco and then Marine 2 Disco and I spent up big on her and her growing friends of lbs who would appear from everywhere once word got around that this little black duck was on suck-up-duty. Stopped at her room at the 19th Hole collected a few things and then back to my hotel.

At this point I was thinking I could actually do the long time girlfriend experience with Sonya, but I’m afraid that thought was only going to last as long as my alcohol blood level remained in double figures. Once back to the Flamingo Hotel got into the room where I presented Sonya with a gift I had (honestly) bought for her in case we met (more for insurance against copping a beating then affection) and the keys that I took from her last time and had kept ever since (see, I do have a heart). Sonya is an affectionate chick and fucking her is more a girlfriend fuck. With me she is not a top and in fact has never taken off her panties let alone cum. Not sure if she doesn’t like it or aims to be a post-op some day but she seems to get off on getting fucked only (I was so curious about what her cock looked like that I did a search for a pic on the web to see – small). Spent the night and day in bed. When she went to go she hit me up for some extra money for pissing off on her last time (not only did I steal her keys but I didn’t pay – what a prick). Promised to see her again but the best I did was on a later trip sms’d her to come to my hotel late one night when I was pissed. But I fell asleep and didn’t wake up when hotel reception called to ask if it was ok for her to come up.

Seen her a couple of times since at Jenny Star where I apologized and admitted that I was really a bad man (no shit) and she was better off not having anything to do with me. One night I saw her and we had a drink. I bought her some jewelry she liked from a street vendor (guilt money) but didn’t bar fine. Another time when I saw her at Marine 2 Disco she told me that she ‘loved’ me and wanted to see more of me. But she wasn’t terribly convincing and later I saw her being taken by another punter (a girl’s gotta eat). On recent trips I haven’t seen her and the lbs at Jenny Star have told me varying stories that she has gone home or was in some drug related trouble, I hope she is ok because she is a genuinely sweet, funny, stunning girl.

Ladyboy Addict Joined: 03 Jan 2006 Posts: 54 Points: 95

Raw, brutally honest and insightful. Well-written. You allow the reader to feel as though they are looking directly into the dark areas of your brain.

Your posts obliquely represent one of facets of Thai society that I find most beneficial- the relative (to the West) acceptance of gay and transgendered people.

I believe that the guilt and self-loathing presented in your stories are a direct result of the suppression of such feelings n the West.There is a much healthier approach here in SE Asia, especially in Thailand, where people don't have to suppress that which feels so natural to them. I see behavior by boys in the local schools and shopping malls that would result in daily, if not hourly, ass-kickings in the States.

It is almost painful to watch you hang your dirty laundry in public- how brave of you. This is probably a good first step in overcoming the bad feelings that you associate with your desires.

Any chance of you experiencing LBs without the added drag of alcohol? When you reach the point of being able to interact with them without being totally soused, you may find it to be a very different experience. I understand that that pont may be a long time coming.

Looking forward to reading more.

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Krusty's Report Continued...

The Girls...

Nameless Ladyboy #2
This was the second last night on my first trip to Pattaya and I wanted to make a big night of it as it was a Saturday night. Hit Walking Street but with the intention of heading to Club 131 and Stringfellows which I hadn’t been to yet. Gotten extremely lagered up on too many cheap drinks at Happy-Go-Go and strayed into Lucifer’s for too long. Stumbled out around 1-2am and headed up Beach Road and turned into Soi Yamato (or whatever it’s called). Before getting to Club 131 I was greeted by a number of lb street walkers hanging around the Starbucks on the corner. Again not in control of all my faculties, one lb grabbed me and asked if I wanted to fuck for 300 baht. She pointed to the PN hotel (or some other shit hole hotel on that Soi) and started to drag me into the foyer. Had a look at the lb and with my alcohol blurred vision and mind thinking ‘fuck it, it’s only 300 baht’ I allowed myself to be taken in. Got up to the rat trap of a room and the lb directed me to take a shower.

Took off my clothes and headed into the bathroom (…can you see where this is going). Heard the lb leave and come back into the room and then undress. She had a shit body, no tits and tumbleweed bush around her cock. Got on the bed and started to suck each other off and noticed that the lb had a lot of bruises and that she was wearing a very ordinary wig (…it’s like watching a train wreck). The lb started jerking off by herself and she cum in about 5 minutes, so she was done. Was increasing getting grossed out by the sight of ‘it’ by now as I was slowly realizing that that this was basically a bloke and no ladyboy. Gave up trying to blow myself as I was too drunk and repulsed by the so called lb. Said fuck it I’m leaving and started to dress and then to pay. Dipped into my pocket to pull out some cash to discover that I had no money at all. As I planned to have a big night I had quite a bit of money on me (stupid dickhead) and despite the piss I consumed I still should have had a large part of it left. Dawned on me the lb imposter had nicked the cash when I was in the shower. Started yelling to give the money back but ‘it’ said I could check her clothes and bag because she didn’t have it. Told her how much she had taken and that she had better give it back, ‘it’ started dressing and to leave the room. Blocked the door and yelled louder about getting the police and that I wanted to check under her cheap shit wig. Forced her way out and I followed down to reception yelling and demanding that the hotel call the police, they just ignored me (which is what I would do I suppose). I am not a physical person and I had some sense not to start throwing punches at the lb who now was outside the hotel amongst the other lb street walkers. I continued to yell and tell anyone who cared that the lb was a fucking thief and that I was going to get the cops. I was a stinking, angry drunk and no one was paying me much attention and the lb onlookers just started to drift away. The thief lb took off to the beach to the echoes of me vowing I was going to come back every night and harass ‘it’ till I got my money back.

I stayed out the front of the hotel and smoked about half a pack waiting for the thief to show again but it never did. Sobering up, I started to sense what a dick I was for - 1. taking so much money out with me to go drinking/rooting, 2. going with a dodgy street walker for a ridiculous low price, 3. leaving the cash alone with it while I showered and 4. acting like such an angry cunt that could have copped a lot more trouble from the lbs, hotel staff or possibly the police. Had no money for even a motorbike taxi so had to walk back to my hotel in South Pattaya, a sad, bitter lonely journey. This was the first really bad experience I had with lbs and I vowed I would never go with any again, this was it for me, never, never again.

So the next night…. (my cock won over my brain in an internal civil war about who the fuck controlled the decision making process).

Annie (I think)
Vowed to have a quieter night, drink less (yeah, right) and put the events of the previous night behind me. Ended up at the Calypso Cabaret on 2nd Road where there is a free ladyboy and dancing girl show. Had been there before on this trip and had a few drinks and chatted to some of the lbs. Showed up and took a seat at the bar that faces 2nd Road where the lbs come and parade between songs. There are only about 4 lbs and a Tina Turner impersonator, but they are all very friendly and were pleasantly surprised to see me again. Lbs were very cute in the way they would came and chat individually and tell me that the lb Annie (I think) liked me and wanted to talk to me. Bought her a drink and talked when she wasn’t on stage dancing. She is a sweet girl and spoke English very well, studied at university tourism and travel but made better money working at the cabaret. Nice face and smile, and though I like tall lbs, she had a pretty big solid body which she admitted she didn’t like herself. Couldn’t make up my mind if I really wanted to go with her but I stayed till the show finished and bought the lbs a round of drinks and had a laugh. Thinking that show girl lbs weren’t the same as the bar or go-go versions, I was a little surprised when she suggested we go back to my room. I thought that after the previous night’s experiences I needed a nice, gentle fuck. She had her own motor bike so after changing (she looked a lot better in street clothes actually) we took off and hit the room.

Annie (I think) was a lot shyer in the room and had me convinced that she wasn’t a regular at this scene. Night involved just regular, ordinary sex – nothing special but ok. Nice breast implants (I like tits a lot) and had a big cock but she wasn’t inclined to use it. My concern over her body size was proven when she jumped on top of me and (not joking) winded me (you think all that dancing would help shed a few pounds). I’m a tall guy and have had a few fatties in my time, but thank god this wasn’t a wrestling pin as I was pinned. Annie (I think) stayed the night and slept most of the next day. Even I, who rarely got up before midday, couldn’t stay in bed all day so got up and went to eat. Got back and she was still asleep. Watched TV and packed my bag for the return to Bangkok and still by 5.00pm she hadn’t risen. Tapped her on the shoulder, told the time and suggested she might want to get up if she needed to go to work (told me earlier she started at 6.00pm). She rushed out of bed and left quickly after refusing to accept any money. She seemed to be a little offended that I treated her like a bar girl, stating that she wanted to be my friend and wanted to see me long time. Lovely girl but I wasn’t that keen. Later she emailed me that she would come and meet me at my hotel on a recent trip, but she never showed as far as I know. Never been back to Calypso (seen it twice, enough) and I haven’t emailed her back.

Back to Bangkok and after 2 month period to reflect on my sins I returned to Pattaya to the Flamingo hotel.

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Nadia
Typical 1st night back on the piss and really hit the bars and go-gos hard. Managed to get to Stringfellows to be awe struck by the cock shows they put on and overwhelmed for choice pushed on to Club 131 and was equaled stunned by the talent. Cindy (??) molested me and left her fingerprints all over my cock. Alis who has become one of my dream girls on missed out on taking, pulled out her throbber and beat my crotch into submission (or attention). The lovely Lek plied me with too many drinks and for some reason unknown to me I decided that these girls were not enough and went on a further hunt. Ended up in the infamous Soi 6 where I had never been on previous trips due to its poor reputation. By the time I got there it was mainly closed but there were a few lbs hanging around the Starlight bar behind Hi-Boss. I was surprised to be recognized by Nadia, a lb who I picked up off Beach Road about a year ago with another lb JeeJee. Nothing special but I was taken by the fact that she remembered me and also tired that I had managed to walk all the way to Soi 6 from Walking Street in the one drunken night (yes, I am familiar with baht buses).

We hopped a taxi for 10 minutes and she took me to some short time room in the middle of god-knows-where. Was almost falling asleep when I got in the room and showered so she took the chance to fuck me as my own appendage was serving me as well as my ability to control my drinking. Think I blew. Anyway, was keen to get back to my hotel as I was starting to remember Nadia a bit more and recalled I thought she was very creepy. She is of very skinny, very short, long hair (think wig) and no tits. Has a weird way of talking and rolls her eyes in a fucked up way when she talks. Somehow I agreed she could come back to my hotel and we set off from what turned out to be North Pattaya back to South Pattaya. She started to talk all this weird crap how Buddha had blessed her that he had returned me to her and how much she loved me (bunny-boiler). Couldn’t care less at the time as all I wanted to do was sleep. Got to room and fell into a coma like sleep.

Woke up and was a little surprised Nutty Nadia was there. Concerned that I thought she was loopy do you think I attempted to get her out of the room? No, I decided to wake her up by sticking my penis in her arse and give her a morning fuck (my brain wakes up about an hour and a half after my dick). She woke up to start the dribble again about how she had dreamt about me and was going to temple to pray that I love her. Really worried now, I started making excuses about meeting a ‘friend’ and that she would have to make a move. She proceeded to take an hour to put her make up on which looked like a seriously fucked up animal (shit you not). She really looked like a freak and all I was thinking was ‘tread back slowly, keep your eye on it, and make no sudden moves’. After the extreme makeover she wanted to know when I would see her again. Not wanting to cause a scene I agreed (read: lied) that I would come by her bar again and see her. Wanted to know when, was it going to be tonight and did I have a mobile number. Bullshitted about having to go with friend who doesn’t like lbs and that I didn’t have a mobile. Paid her 2000 baht fearing that a lower amount might set her off.

Eventually she left with a great sense of relief only to be broken a couple of hours later when the hotel phone rang and on the other end was Nadia (fuccccccccck!) She wanted to know again when I was coming to her bar and was I in love with her (what-da-fuck) Diplomatically ended the call as best I could after fucking 20 minutes. But my hell was not over. The nutter called over 10 times over the next 2 days, in the morning, during the day, late at night and leaving messages if I didn’t answer. Hotel staff were pissed because when she left messages she would pester them with questions about me and they could tell she was trouble. In addition to stalking me Nadia decided to tell her partner in crime JeeJee (she of the earlier root) that I was in town and JeeJee started calling me (will explain about her further in the next passage). Thought if I fucked her friend JeeJee, that Nadia would be put off – didn’t work. This was a 5 day trip and so far the first coupe of days were ruined by this Nadia’s bullshit. So I decided next call I would put an end to the crap.

She called as expected and still with the same ‘when you come’ shit. I said that I was not coming and that I didn’t want to see her because all the calls were worrying me (weather prediction – shit storms expected, heavy downpour). Nadia blew a fuse and started screaming at jet engine decibel level. Threats to come around to hotel with friends, to get a taxi driver to watch me and finally to kill me. This freaky midget was scaring me so I tried to calm her down and for an hour (yes, me big idiot) I managed to talk her down from psycho–ville to the point she was a lot calmer. By blaming myself for being a butterfly and a bad man, I apologized for giving her the wrong impression. Thinking it had worked Nadia asked ‘when you come my bar?’ Fucking idiot wasn’t getting it and I said very clearly that I didn’t want to see her and that I was hanging up. She started to scream again as I slammed the phone down. Hotel put through another call which I refused to take and then hid under my bed (those that came in late – I am a coward). Reception rang again about 30 minutes later saying that Nadia was down stairs wanting to see me (fuccccck). Told them to call security (who was a 50 year old bloke who slept all the time) as she was crazy or better yet the police. They said they would deal with it and I could have sworn that the staff member laughed at me (pricks). This was about 8.00pm and I didn’t leave my room till the next morning. Staff were less then impressed and the owner of the hotel told me that Nadia had threatened to bring people back to the hotel to break into my room. He didn’t take it serious but suggested that I might want to find another hotel for my next trip to Pattaya.

This insane manic had robbed me of a couple nights out in funland, got me booted from my hotel and now I feared that I was not safe at all in Pattaya ruining my whole reason for working in Thailand. After a couple of days I hadn’t heard from the nutter and convinced from reading other accounts on this website that this type of thing is common enough but rarely dangerous. Nadia was karma’s way of telling me to treat lbs better then I had, do you think I learnt my lesson….

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JeeJee
As mentioned above, met JeeJee on a trip about a year ago with Nadia. Nadia had told JeeJee I was in town and between the bullshit of Nadia, she had called and said she wanted to see me. Thinking that this might get rid of Nadia and was before the situation with her got scary. I (or correctly my cock) also thought why not. I remembered JeeJee a little better and she was not as creepy as Nadia (who is?). Was sitting in my room about 4.00pm when she called and agreed for who to come around in an hour thinking that staying put in my room was less risky (Nadia wise). JeeJee arrived, slim body, medium height and had added tits since I last saw her. The most striking thing about her looks is that she looks like an Australian Aboriginal in the face and dark skin and to be honest I wouldn’t have bothered if I saw her in a bar. Anyway, I remembered she was one of the first tops I ever had and a pretty dominate one. Last time she took Viagra and blew about 5 times and had fucked me from all angles resulting me rethinking about taking it up the Khyber.

Straight to business she had me sucking her cock and licking her ass hole barely after entering the door. After about 10 minutes ripped my clothes off and had me doggy style on the bed howling for some fucking lube. Flipped me over and blew on my chest. No interest in pleasuring me (these girls need to get a copy of Memories of a Geisha) she just laid back and panted. Stuck my cock in her mouth and started to even the score for all those years ago. Wasn’t exactly interested in being penetrated and almost had to force her on her stomach to get some action (did someone come and replace the Pattaya lbs with fuckheads). Got some action and blew in her mouth. This was better, after some ‘romantic’ fucks of late and some disastrous ones, this was turning dirty which was good. Having gotten off my load JeeJee was ready to go again, changed dingers (do use them) and fucked me while I straddled her on a chair (quite like this position). She went for a while and then struggled claiming that her hormones are affecting her cumming. Let it go at that and mucked around for 30 minutes trying to get either of us going again without much success. She was keen to go and I was happy to be done with her, though dirty was good, not big on trying to strike up a conversation with a gluepot.

Did start talking about her friend Nadia and the grief she was giving me. JeeJee was pretty dismissive of her so-called friend saying she was nuts and always causes trouble (fucking thanks for the tip). She had spoken to Nadia though and wanted the same 2000 baht she got. JeeJee is all money and the red-eyes gives away the yaba freaks motivation. ‘No, that was long time you get 1000 baht’ I told her firmly as I was not going to be fucked around by another lb (another mistake I always make is never negotiating a price beforehand). She took it rather sourly but left complaining she needed more for “rent” (which must be Thai for yaba or ice). At the last moment she wanted my number rather then the hotels. I said no, not bothering to lie about not having one. She must have thought it was a bad idea and instead gave me hers on one of those crappy printing shop DIY business cards with a photo (seen on Asian TS – the standards are that low???). Should have thrown it away given the shitty attitude but I put it amongst some other stuff and forgot it.

On a later trip one of the usual scenarios occurred again where I got chaotically drunk and ended up in my hotel alone and decided I needed a root. Looking through the numbers I had, I found JeeJee and thought ‘fuck it why not’ (I must be brain damaged). Called her up and managed between drunk, slurred me and pidgin English her to arrange a time to come to my hotel. Officially, while waiting I fell asleep and never heard the call from the reception desk when she arrived. Unofficially, decided after the shit with Nadia and the relatively crap root JeeJee was last time, I said to myself ‘fuck the money grubbing bitch’ and ignored the phone when it rang. Admittedly this is a shitty thing to do to regardless of the lb involved (but I was drunk and that absolves me of all sins, amen). JeeJee was less then impressed and the next day, having got my number from the caller id on her mobile (doh!) rang and sms’d me demanding I pay her for her time. She had a point and so I rang and agreed to give her 500 baht for her time, more then enough I thought for time spent and any taxi taken. ‘No’ she demanded ‘I want 2000 baht for wasting my time, could have had another customer, say no to him to see you.’ (The hundreds of lbs in Pattaya during this quiet time and some poor bastard hits on the only lb already reserved?!?!? Ah-hem….bullshit!) I said no 500 was it and if she didn’t like it, she would get fuck all. I would come to the bar that night and give it to her cause I didn’t want her coming here to the hotel and causing trouble like her nutter friend Nadia. I hung up and then JeeJee took a leaf out of Nadia’s playbook and started ringing my mobile time and time again demanding I pay the money now and that I pay 2000. No threats thankfully, but each time I said no and hung up she would call again and make the same demand. Went on for a couple of hours and finally cracked it and yelled ‘Fuck you JeeJee, I’m giving you nothing and you call again I’m off to the cops and you’ll be spending the night in the monkey house!’ Never heard from her again (direct is best).

On my latest trip I walked down the dreaded Soi 6 having forgotten the Dynamic Duo of Loony Ladyboys. Never saw Nadia but saw JeeJee who just leered at me without a word. Pang of guilt made me think about giving her some money…but went instead to anther bar and bar fined another bird (hee-he).
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Nat
Last night of this trip (which so far a fucking disaster apart from the sweet Annie) I decide to go to a safer haunt of the Jenny Star Bar. Was half hoping Sonya would be there and half that she would not so I could taste something else. The coin landed on heads and Sonya was not there. In fact it was pretty sparse (it was a Monday) so I roamed around some other bars Blue Ice and Linda) without much success. Returned to Jenny Star and the place had built up a bit. Talking to some of the hotties like Paris, but she wasn’t impressed with my drunk state (fair enough) so I started to pull on the hems of the lbs dancing on the bar hoping to gain attention (if you call a stiletto to the forehead attention). Sighted Nat on the outside strolling for punters. Not exactly a stunner compared to others in the bar but there was something about her. I like them tall and slim and she was. Had jeans on with a bra top thing-ee that she looked hot in with them big boobs bursting out. Caught her eye and she came over. As it was 4-5am wrapped the formalities up quickly (arhhghg...i wanna... fuck...u) and took off to her room just behind the Marine Hotel rather then my room for some reason, I think maybe because my current place were concerned about bringing back any more trouble to the room.

Lb’s rooms can be sometimes dirty places or unkempt but this place was a real dump heap. Nat did clean it up a bit and made some room between the garbage piles for some rutting. Not a bad root, but the face isn’t great up close, very manly and some 5 o’clock shadow was a bit off-putting. Amazingly despite the drink I got the first shot in and blew a nasty load right into the navel only to be belted around my own hole. After the business was done Nat made the fatal mistake of chatting to me about her past. Though interesting to know, it was not the best time to tell me that she was in the army as a man only a year ago at age 20 and proceeded to show me pictures of ‘me and my buddies in the core”. Nat (or ‘Sarge’ as I like to call her) was a sweet lb who seemed very keen to talk to a farang about the recent changes in her life. It did highlight how much effort does into being a lb and the difference between those who start out early and those who make the change later in life. Left early morning and snuck back into my hotel and pretended to the staff that I was a good boy this time.

Went back to Bangkok for work and decided to “fuck ladyboys” (no not actually to root them but that I was done with them). This latest awful trip left me thinking that they were all a bunch of money hungry, psychotic space cadets and unhealthy to my way of life. The next trip I took was to Cambodia for 3 days in Siem Reap (where there were a number of lbs around the street walking around the park near the Siem Reap River – but I did not partake) and the next trip I took to Pattaya I spent with a girl trying the GFE which was very nice and less stressful for me. But an 8 week period of no lb action got me itching again and I was back on the prowl. Work was slow so took 10 days this time moving to the Flipper Lodge Hotel on Soi 8 as the Flamingo had their fill of me.

Emmy
Big night back on the prowl and was looking to go off with a bang. Reserved my drinking a tad (move to drinking beer rather then spirits) and spent time in the Blue Ice Bar. Sitting on a stool was Emmy, a tall hot body in a skimpy little dress. Opening question was ‘do you fuck?’, when I got the affirmative I grabbed her and took her to a short time room as I was a little hesitant to try out the Flippers policy on lbs and I wanted to behave better there then the last hotel. Found a decent hotel (the PS Hotel I think) and settled in. Actually spoke to Emmy for about an hour before we started anything. She was young, 19 I think (god I hope she was 19) and worked at Alcazar Cabaret sometimes filling in and doing acts for bars and restaurants around Pattaya. Told me how hard it was to be a lb and have a boyfriend, had a Thai boyfriend who couldn’t come to terms with her being a lb. All pretty genuine and no sob stories that sounded like a pleas for money.

Didn’t want to spend the whole 3 hours I paid for the room talking so suggested we get to it. Had a shower together where Emmy lathered me up and gave me a good scrubbing which brought positive results in the groin department. The only problem was it brought even bigger results to Emmy’s cock which was huge. She sensed my concern and told me it was big and was I sure I could handle it. She was a great kisser and really got the heat going. Settled into the 69 position and started to choke a little too much with the thought of the meat rocket entering my orbit. All the passion was getting me going so I got her on her back and slide into her before Captain Floppy from the Good Ship Lager-Can paid me a visit. I fucked her while holding the fabulous tits, rock hard and huge. Gave her a thrashing but wasn’t done and seeing this sign of weakness Emmy pounced and flipped me on my back and attempted to shove her 18 wheeler into my single berth garage. Fuck it hurt but Emmy was determined and with the heat going, got it in and then got her tongue going in my mouth, she really liked to kiss. She blew roughly when I did and was one of the greatest loads of cum I shot (right between her tits right up her neck). Talked some more and some more kissing and Emmy went hard again and fucked again (she was a lot younger then me). It was an amazing root and convinced Emmy to come to my room. Stopped for some food and Emmy ate like she had never eaten, devouring 6 meat sticks in the same fashion as she did my cock.

She was a tall, solid body but well proportioned. Had the puffy face some of the lbs get done to their faces (someone else can give the actual procedure name) that makes it look a bit fat, but she was really hot prancing around my room with nothing on. Spent the night kissing and cuddling, she was very affectionate and was very cute sleeping. Stayed the day until she had to get to work only leaving to get some food (twice – boy she could eat). Exchanged numbers without making any promises (I may be getting better) and parted knowing this was one of the best fucks I had.
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Wow, great stuff Krusty/Kliome. Best stuff Ive read on here for a long time. Hope there's more to come...