Sure it was only a photo on an iPhone. But still, the ladyboy looked more boy than lady. Back home, she’d have transcended the drag queen moniker. But in Bangkok, the average ladyboy is a vision of fabulousness. They often fool unsuspecting tourists. And by that standard, she was sorely lacking. But then when you make your living as one of the muscle studs at Tawan Bar, pulling off the glamour of a Thai ladyboy is no mean feat.
I’d met Kim on a previous visit to Tawan Bar, Bangkok’s famous muscle palace. About a year earlier, I’d visited the bar with my friend Noom. Kim was one of the bar boys he trained. A young, slightly chubby Thai – who had for some reason decided he looked best as a blonde – Kim had a gorgeous smile and an ass just as spectacular and inviting. But I was with Noom. And while Kim was cute, he still had a bit of poundage he needed to rid himself of before he really qualified as a muscle hunk.
My more recent visit was later the same year and I’d headed to Tawan at the beginning of my trip, sans Noom. Kim had lost the blonde look as well as most of the excess weight. I was glad to see that his ass had not suffered during the process. I did not recognize him at first, but he did me and quickly planted his most outstanding feature next to mine. It always amazes me how Thai bar boys can remember a customer, even one they haven’t gone with, years later. But it’s a good trick of the trade, and a good excuse to hit a patron up for a bit of business.
Previous friendship established, and after asking, “Where Noom?’ to ensure the coast was clear, Kim got down to business. But he could not rely on the standard set of bar boy questions having already established my bona fides, and his English was not good enough to start up some other idle chitchat. Massaging my leg and then grabbing my hand to run it up his leg and onto his crotch seemed his best bet. Yes, actions do speak louder than words. Prior to meeting Noom, that would have been enough to close the sale for me, but knowing Noom would soon find out I’d offed Kim left me a bit concerned about the whole thing.
Kim sensed my reluctance. I’m not sure why he decided his iPhone photo would be a good ploy, but he pulled it out and showed me anyway. Oh, goody. A ladyboy. Not my particular brand of excitement. But I’m not always rude so I made an appreciative grunt and handed the phone back to Kim. He quickly figured out I didn’t get it, and cleared up the confusion by proudly exclaiming, “Me!” while thumbing his chest.
Tawan occasionally has a ladyboy act come in for their nightly show. And, when they decide a fucking act is needed, finds a fem guy to bottom though he is never part of their regular stable either. The guys show off their hard cocks regularly, and none seem to mind sucking or being sucked on stage. Most nights the last shows ends in a jack-off contest (featuring the boys, not the customers). But the guys at Tawan have a reputation of all being tops. And gay for pay. Scoring a bottom at Tawan is not the norm. And when you do, the boy makes sure you know he doesn’t want his barmates to know about it. The idea of one of the muscle studs having a ladyboy side to him was unusual to say the least.
I’ve spent enough time in Bangkok’s gay gogo bar world to have learned how to best communicate with guys who speak little English. I’ve also spent enough time in Bangkok’s gay gogo bar world to know all bar boys are a bit vain and love a compliment. I’ve never complimented a boy on how good he looks as a woman before, but evidently pulled it off well enough by the look of the smile on Kim’s face. And then he went for the close. “You like?”
Huh. Well, not really. Kim was cute. His newly developed body ripe. And then there was his ass. The idea of him dressed in drag didn’t do a thing for me. But the idea that he’d take on the bottom role was intriguing. However, the assumption that all ladyboys bottom is a faulty one. Most will tell you, once you get to know them, that the majority of their customers are straight and want to be fucked by a ladyboy. I’ll never understand breeders.
Still not sold, I used short words and descriptive hand gestures to ask Kim if he was willing to bottom. His reply was a big smile and an often heard – and as often false – bar boy claim, “Shure!”
Yeah. Right. Kim saw my doubt and clarified his position on positions with an emphatic nod. Double huh.
Every stud in a gogo bar looks like a hunk sitting next you in nothing but a small pair of underwear. When they change into their street clothes, sometimes your little stud turns into a little fem. With Kim’s ladyboy photo in mind, I was concerned if I did off him he’d show up dressed in drag. Thinking my disappointment would be for the opposite reason he apologized. Pointing at his cell phone as reference he said with much sorrow, “I not have clothe wit me.”
Ah, gee. What a shame. Noom was still a concern though. But we’d recently come to an agreement that it was okay for me to play (though I was supposed to tell him about it first). Minor details, what the hell, and I was sure if I’d stress the ladyboy part of Kim, Noom would not feel in the least bit threatened. Self-serving justifications I’m sure, but they were enough to calm my concerns and free me to give Kim a try. He was thrilled with the off, and I was thrilled when he showed back up in his street clothes that he looked like a guy. Off to my hotel we headed.
In my room, Kim was a bit shy and giggled a lot. But he had no problem in getting right down to business. I don’t know if with his ladyboy side he considered himself to be gay, but he responded well to kissing and by the time I’d taken all of his clothes off was hard as a rock. The little noises he made in response to a bit of ass play boded well too.
I love showering with a bar boy. Or playing in the shower with a bar boy to be more precise. Most are not as fond of the shared shower thingy and prefer to clean up in private. Kim made his preference clear when I swatted his ass and told him to go take a shower; he grabbed my hand to pull me along. I also like a bit more of a participatory indulgence than the traditional muscle worship thingy, but have to admit that I was totally satisfied with soaping Kim’s taught body up, working up a rich, sudsy lather as my hands explored every inch of his body. And then he returned the favor. Using his mouth.
Beyond clean, we used up the hotel’s supply of hot water and then he motioned me out so he could finish cleaning himself in private. That’s always a good sign when you are planning on topping a bar boy. When he finished, he walked back into the room naked and hard, not displaying any of the towel-wrapped modesty that many bar boys do. Hopping onto the bed, he showed no modesty either, quickly adopting a position that left no confusion over what he had in mind.
Triple huh. A muscle stud with the heart of a ladyboy and the habits of a sex pig. All those good karma points I’d been racking up over the year were finally paying off. I took my time with Kim; there was nothing I suggested that he balked at. And I was glad a sturdy table was part of the room’s furnishings. I think he had as good of a time as I did, he stayed rock hard throughout, and wasn’t shy about communicating what he wanted either. He blew a massive load with me deep inside of him, and then after cleaning up and showering together again, settled into my arms, wrapping his body around mine for a night’s sleep.
The next morning there was no question about whether or not we would reprise the activities of the night before. He woke me with his hand firmly around my cock, aiming it where he wanted it the most. And – damn kids – he exploded with just as much gusto as he had the night before. We cleaned up and headed down for a late breakfast before he went home. I made a mental note that I needed to off Kim again, and hoped I’d be as lucky to catch him in his non-ladyboy outfit the next time.
That night I hooked up with my friend Noom, and immediately fessed up to my night with Kim. Before I got to the ladyboy justification, Noom laughed, “He ladyboy!”
I laughed too. And then he gave me a look that clearly said, “Don’t even think about it!”
I have not been back and have not had the chance to give Kim another try. Yet. But if you are one of those who swear the studs at Tawan are all duds in bed, that they won’t do anything and never bottom; think again. There’s at least one guy working there just as built and masculine looking as the others, who is a ladyboy – and a willing bottom – at heart.
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