Your 5 Most Exciting Sexual Encounters in Asia - Where?
Posted 27 August 2011 - 01:28 PM
The other day, a friend and I, both long time Asia residents, were discussing where and when we’d had our most exciting sexual encounters in the region. Having lived for some time in The Philippines and had a couple of Filipino boyfriends, he waxed lyrical about that country, although a few encounters with a guy in Hong Kong also ranked high on his list.
I have lived for long periods in Hong Kong, Tokyo and now Bangkok, although my work has provided me with the extreme good fortune of visiting most major Asia cities quite regularly over more than three decades. Curiously, when thinking about my list, none were in the countries I happened to live in, although two did go on to develop into relationships.
Way out on top was a night with a Japanese boy in Tokyo – on only my second visit to Japan. He worked in one of the gaijin-friendly bars in Shunjuku ni-chome. I cannot say he was especially good-looking in Japanese terms, perhaps because he was one quarter Filipino. But he had extraordinary charisma and personality. Everyone in that bar liked him. Too shy (me – shy? ) to make my own feelings known that Saturday evening, I returned on Sunday when it was pouring with rain and there was almost no-one else there. So I sat at the bar and chatted with him for several hours before he had to leave to get his train home. By then I had summoned up the courage to suggest he might want to come back to the hotel with me. He smiled – and the rest of that night was what dreams are made of. He was no retiring Japanese. Nor was he, as many Japanese can be, aggressive. We just instantly clicked and enjoyed a staggeringly wonderful, exhausting night before getting a few hours sleep as the sun came up.
Second on my list is a night in Kuala Lumpur – more years ago than I care to remember. I met Alex in Blue Boy, which I believe still exists but has much more rent now. A tallish, slim Chinese with a glorious smile, we hit it off and he returned to spend the night. Soft, gentle, but still manly, his body was as smooth as liquid cream and his attentions wonderfully memorable.
Third was another Chinese, but this was on a quick trip to Chicago and so has to be discounted. But it was such a hot night and he was so passionate that I rerouted my ticket to return there a few days later before returning to Hong Kong.
Fourth was Kevin, a young man I met more recently in a sauna in Taipei (one in a building that had to be pulled down after the 7.3 earthquake in 1999). I had noticed him earlier, but he seemed to pay no attention. Then, when I saw him enter one of the double shower units, I followed. A couple of hours in a room ensued and I was exhausted from an amazing time with such a beautiful boy. I wanted to see him again, but he declined as he didn't want any type of relationship with someone outside Taiwan. He said he’d just wanted to see what sex would be like with a foreigner! I may have been his first, but I doubt if I was his last!
Five – was a guy whose name I have long since forgotten. It so happened that three of my Japanese friends all had birthdays within a span of just 4 days. Invited to their joint party, I could never attend because they were mostly held on week-days. When one was finally held on a Saturday, at first I said I could not afford to fly from Hong Kong to Tokyo for just a couple of days. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go, and on Friday afternoon I took a late flight up to Tokyo. I did not tell them, and so arrived at the party as a ‘surprise package’! One of their friends whom I had not met before was another of those “to die for” creatures that seem to descend from another planet. Quiet, soft-spoken, deferential - typically Japanese, I thought, until we got into bed. He then leapt out of his skin, almost literally, and became an insatiable tiger. And he would not stop. It was quite unlike any other night I can recall but still immensely pleasurable.
So, that’s my five (only four actually in Asia, really, but I won't make this post longer). The obvious question must be: I live in Thailand, but no Thai encounters amongst them? Were I to continue the list, then Thailand would start to appear with considerable regularity. But it seems for me, I am more attracted to Chinese in general (especially Taiwanese) and a few Japanese in particular when it comes to memorable and ‘hot’ evenings.
Posted 27 August 2011 - 05:56 PM
Fountainhall, you are, without a doubt one of the most interesting people I have never met.
I would love to read more about your encounters, and although not particularly erotic prose, they sound so sweet and romantic. I must have led some kind of sheltered life as I have nothing to compare with your tales, unless you go way, way back, and those are nearly forgotten now. You make them seem like they happened yesterday. It would be difficult for me to wander among all these cities so effortlessly, finding love and arranging such quick and impetuous detours so easily-- as if you were a native in each locale.
I hope you add more of these adventures soon. It is interesting and fun to read. You write with a dimension and breadth that lures one into each story so well. The only let-down is when there is no more to read.
Thanks for what are indeed-- exhilarating encounters.
Posted 27 August 2011 - 08:29 PM
I reckon I’m just not into erotic prose. But I seem to have a pretty good memory about my travels, especially when I've met guys with whom I had a great time.
I would love to read more about your encounters, and although not particularly erotic prose, they sound so sweet and romantic.
As you will have guessed (!), I am a total rice queen. Yet, prior to coming to Asia, I had only ever said ‘hello’ to one Asian, and he was a Chinese who worked in a cheap restaurant close to my apartment. The thought of having sex or even falling in love with an Asian never even crossed my mind.
So western-centric was I that when offered a two-year contract for a job in Hong Kong, I turned it down. I honestly had no idea where Hong Kong was. In fact, if you had placed a blank map of Asia in front of me, I’d probably have placed Japan where The Philippines are and Hong Kong near Singapore! Thankfully – and I say that almost daily – I changed my mind and was in Hong Kong just a month later. My life then changed, wonderfully.
I guess I have always been an adventurous spirit. When based in the UK, I had to travel a lot to places like Amsterdam and Hamburg. So, whilst incredibly nervous at first, popping in to a gay bar or club became pretty much second nature. Once in Hong Kong, I was so in awe of the place and so loved being there, sex and relationships took a back seat for quite a long time. I remember my first real holiday was to Penang, Lankawi (almost deserted in those days) and Bangkok. In Penang, after a morning in the sun, I spent the first full afternoon just walking through Georgetown, savouring the sights and smells of the Chinese, Indian and Malay quarters.
Thirsty as the sun was going down, I found a pub called the “Hong Kong Bar” which seemed as appropriate a place as any to down a couple of pints of beer. Exiting an hour later, an Indian gentleman sidled up to me. “You wanna girl?” he asked. “No, no!” I replied. He was persistent. “You wanna boy?” Well, I did, but not one arranged by him, so again I responded in the negative. He looked at me for a moment with a frown on his face, and then said: “Hey mister. What’s wrong with you? It’s 7 o’clock. It’s penis time!” Welcome to Asia, I thought!
With a week in Bangkok, I soon got the hang of the bars and having a good time in the evening. With other cities, it was a little more difficult at first. And surprisingly, in view of my subsequent love for Tokyo and Japan, I had absolutely no desire to visit Japan at all. But the job demanded it. So, after a couple of years, I made a quick 3-day trip. And I have to thank the old gaydar for getting me started, as it were.
I was staying at the high-rise Keio Plaza hotel in Shinjuku, but the ni-chome gay district is a good mile or so away and I just could not find it on my first evening! It was so frustrating! The next day, after one business meeting, I began to get the hang of the subway system. And completely by accident, I was amongst the crowds ascending the exit stairs at Akasaka-mitsuke station when I noticed a tall, cute Japanese guy in the crowds coming down. Wow, I thought! A drink and some fun with him would be wonderful. And then, our eyes met – and the longing behind them became apparent.
Speaking not a word of Japanese, I was then not sure what to do! So I looked away and continued up; but only for a few seconds, after which I looked back. He had done the same and again our eyes met. After another few seconds, I thought – nothing ventured, nothing gained. So I turned around and went down towards him. I thought he’d probably just walk away, but he stayed there. Eventually I said ‘hello’ and we started chatting. His English was not great, but enough to get by. So, thanks to him, I not only discovered where ni-chome is and how to get there, I got to see a bit more of Tokyo - and all of himself in the two nights we spent together! And it was also thanks to him that I got to know the location of that bar where the first of my “encounters" related above was to take place almost exactly a year later!
You will have noted that my five “encounters” were some years ago. But as others have noted in lots of posts, the amazing thing about Asia is that age and body shape are not necessarily a deterrent to having a great time with great guys - without money changing hands. Indeed, in Hong Kong last week-end, I met a boy from Guangzhou in an encounter that was certainly close to the top ten. In October. I travel for the first time to Chengdu in China’s Sichuan Province. Through fridae.com, I have already arranged to meet two guys who just cannot find older guys to spend time with them. Will one make the top five? I’ll keep you posted
In the meantime, I hope others will post their experiences.
Posted 31 August 2011 - 10:32 AM
I was on vacation from Sydney ,I went to Babylon for a foam party and met a guy in the foam ,we fiddled and hugged a bit ,he appeared to be quite hot but when I went for a shower he followed but didn't look as good and it turned out was deaf, this was not my problem but another super handsome guy with a toned body came up to me as I was getting dressed and the deaf guy came up and was pushing the handsome guy away in a very agressive manner,he was shouting at him in Thai.So I hurried out and was leaving on the back of a motor bike when there was a commotion behind us and the motor bike stopped and the handsome Thai guy came running up and asked if I would like to go with him to his hotel. I couldn't believe my luck as he was an Adonis aged about 25. I thought this could be expensive as he was probably after money but he invited me to dinner and insisted on paying.It transpired that he was on holiday also,visiting his Thai family, he lived with a partner in Europe, apparently a very wealthy guy.
After dinner we went up to his room and it turned out he was sharing the room with a Thai friend who was also a beautiful boy, this guy (the latter) said he was going to a party and left us alone, the sex with my handsome man was sublime. At about 1 am my new friend was asleep and in came the other guy, who sat on the bed and chatted with me,he gradually pulled the covers back and saw I was naked and excited, he asked me to join him in the shower, I didn't like to without permission from guy number one but he smiled and mumbled "go ahead" and turned over asleep again. The second guy was also amazing as far as sex was concerned.We three slept in the king size bed together,I hardly slept of course as we had amazing threesome fun.
I stayed the night and the three of us had breakfast and lazed around the hotel pool all day, then in the evening we went out for dinner followed by a party venue, not sure what one it was. As we walked down that "Boys Street" guys were standing up at tables to look at my gorgeous number 1 boy, he was stunning, he wore a silver singlet but didn't look cheap, just amazing, super pecs, legs six pack and one of the most handsome guys I have ever seen.
Off we went to the party and the guys were dancing with other Farangs so I decided to call it a day and slipped out and went back to my hotel.
I didn't make contact with them again.
Often dream about my amazing experience.
Posted 01 September 2011 - 02:46 AM
Posted 01 September 2011 - 06:12 AM
Posted 01 September 2011 - 10:54 AM
My friend told me that after I returned home to Australia Tum kept calling and asking when I was coming back to Bangkok.
I subsequently made a short visit for dental work about a year ago, arrived in BKK late and I stayed with my English friend.Arrived at his apartment at about midnight, my friend met me at the door and when he opened the door he put his finger on his lips and said "Don't speak, just have a shower and get into bed." I anticipated something special had ben lined up , got into bed naked in my room and there was a quiet knock on the door, I called out "come in" there was Tum with a towel around his waist, gorgeous as ever, this handsome young man with super torso and very well endowed. He slept with me all night, I didn't get much sleep, he told me that I am the first guy he had ever topped and he is fantastic at that believe me. I would wake up with him fumbling in the dark looking for some more.In the morning very exhausted but very happy.
I believe that Tum is working in a massage place in BKK now, I am there next week for a three week holiday and intend to look for him.
Posted 01 September 2011 - 11:54 AM
I’ll add one more. It was with another gorgeously cute Asian, but not in Asia. I was in Paris on a special French government sponsored event and so was accommodated in a lovely hotel not far from the Palais Garnier, the old Opera House. It was a cold mid-December trip prior to my returning to the UK to spend Christmas with my recently widowed mother. I had just two evenings free, and on one I was determined to experience the Continental Baths which I knew to be pretty close and where I’d been told I’d find lots of young Asians.
It was an amazing place – huge, with a large swimming pool in its cavernous basement area. Taking a short swim, I noticed lying at the side of the pool an amazingly beautiful boy, slim, slightly brown with lovely almond eyes. I willed him to look at me, but his eyes were focused on someone at the other side of the pool. Finishing my swim, I wandered around and discovered that indeed there were lots of Asians, but the ones I saw seemed neither Thai nor Chinese. I was intrigued!
After a drink to stiffen my resolve I walked around the cabin areas. Suddenly, there before me was my almond-eyed Adonis lying naked on the bed, this time looking urgently at me standing in the doorway. Was this an invitation? It sure was. He turned out to be Vietnamese, as a lot of young Asians in Paris were at that time. And his skills extended well beyond his University studies. When it came to the giving of pleasure department, there seemed little he did not know.
I was captivated by him, almost drunk in his presence. When he had to leave, I said I hoped we could meet again in a couple of days, when I had my last free evening. Slowly he smiled, asked for my hotel, and said he’d be there at 7:00 pm!
He arrived slightly late (I’ve often wondered why that is often termed “fashionably late”?) and we went up to my room where again he showed me that making love involved a great deal more than humping and climaxing. Holding him in my arms for a long time, he suddenly looked up at me and asked if I’d like to spend the night at his place. He explained that he had a French boyfriend who was away from Paris for a few days, but he always called home late in the evening. So he’d have to be there.
Although this all sounded quite reasonable, I was initially a little suspicious. I also wondered what sort of little garret he and his boyfriend might be living in. It was then he told me that their house – a whole house? – was just round the corner from the Place des Vosges, one of the most beautiful and expensive squares in the city. So, after dressing, we got a cab to this gorgeous little house, beautifully furnished, and I thought – here was I worried about what sort of dive he lived in, and yet he had no worries about my possibly stealing some of his boyfriend’s objets d’art!
We had a drink, he left to chat with his boyfriend, and returned with just a flimsy, gauze-like silk scarf around his waist. He poured more drinks and then led me to the bedroom with its en suite bathroom. Your imagination can take over from here for we did what most folks do - and then some. By around 3:00 we were asleep in each other’s arms. He had to work the next day and so the alarm was set for 7:30. Sadly, I awoke at the sound of the alarm to find he was already in the shower. There was to be no beautiful farewell morning love-making followed by fresh coffee and croissants. Soon he was naked again in front of me, this time toweling his lovely body dry and putting on his clothes whilst I hit the shower.
Having spent 8 years learning French at school and with his having much more fluency in French than English, we had spent most of our time with my speaking in somewhat fractured French – which only served to make the entire experience more exotic. Thinking of the way he prowled around the bed, I had nicknamed him “mon petit tigre” – my little tiger, which he seemed to like. That morning was bitter-sweet in more ways than one. Listening to the radio I heard that one of the world’s truly great artists, the pianist Arthur Rubinstein, had just died. Some years earlier, I had been at a concert where he played not one but two concertos– at the age of 89!
As we'd arranged, I called him from the airport. I can recall only two things from that conversation; first that we promised we’d see each other again, and then I said, “Eh bien, mon petit tigre! Adieu!” Farewell! When I returned to Paris five years later, I called his number. There was never a reply.
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