BANGING AROUND BANGKOK

He rose to stand above us. The light framed him in an eerie and menacing glow. As he lifted his shirt over his head to expose his body I came to recognize him. He was a famous Muay Thai boxer that had recently been forced into retirement after his latest bout because of the severe beating he had suffered at the hands of a younger and more agile fighter. He was still exceptionally strong and fit though; in the way boxers are from the early age of nine or ten in Thailand, but none the less, a beaten man. He had been the male equivalent of a Thai working girl, prostituting and suffering in the ring instead of on the streets and in the bars. His skin was tattooed with the traditional symbols of protection and Thai calligraphy, and his shins were permanently black and bruised from kick boxing. A chain of golden amulets hung around his neck.

He unfastened his belt and began to slowly remove his pants. He was not wearing anything underneath and I caught a glimpse of his flaccid penis. It hung lose between his legs and seemed to be a bit larger than most Thai men posses. He reached down and pulled on it gently and it seemed to lengthen. He spoke to Noi again, as he stroked himself, and she pointed to Sai lying between us. She told him to do as he had been instructed earlier and to not listen to any protests that may be proffered.

Noi then rose to her knees and shunted towards him. With her eyes glazed, and half closed from the effects of the smoke, she looked hauntingly beautiful. The boxer raised his prick to her face and brushed it against her cheek. Her mouth slowly opened, and he moved the underside of his dick to it. Her tongue snaked out and tentatively touched it. I was sure that it had that musty smell that all pricks do. He encouraged her to moisten him and she complied. Licking slowly from the base to the tip I could see the spittle glistening in the low light. It swelled and puffed up and he told her that her warm breath felt good on the tender underside of his glands.