Title: Bangkok breakdown Author: Paradox88 -- paradox_88@outlook.com
Note: This is my go at a more novelised erotic story. The buildup is a bit slow, as I want to take the time to introduce the character of Tom. Don't worry though, this is a gay story and it will get rough, very rough from Chapter 2 onwards. My main themes are authoritarian and abduction, with adult/youth, interracial also being involved.
I've already written a couple more chapters, but because of Nifty's community rules I can only post one chapter every 3 days or so. If you'd like to read more chapters in advance, please contact me at paradox_88@outlook.com. I love to get feedback, especially on a project like this. I have no idea if what I'm writing is right for this genre. Anyway, I hope you sick around
Prologue
Of all the places Tom had seen so far, Bangkok was his favorite. Despite the overwhelming heat of the Thai climate, strolling through the back streets of Sukhumvit Road seemed to energise him. The smell of the spicy street food, the noise of the cars and tuktuks that seemed to be permanently stuck in traffic, the view at a colorful urban jungle, where trendy bars, shabby tailors and high end hotels had fought for the best available locations and had settled down in a way that wouldn't have made sense anywhere else in the world. It was this chaos that he was taking in. This was what finally started to make him feel alive again.
After Singapore, Indonesia, Vietnam and Cambodia, Thailand was the fifth country on the list. It had been two months since Tom boarded on a flight from Paris to Singapore, just three days after dropping out of the prestigious university of Sorbonne in Paris. He had only spent six months on his literature major when he came to the conclusion that he had picked the wrong field of study.
"Don't worry about it, Tomas. You are still only 19. Just try to figure out what it is you DO want to do and start out fresh after the summer", his father told him.
Tom always had a great bond with his father, but the support he received after dropping out was more than he could've hoped for. Apart from being supportive, his father offered him to pay for a trip through Asia. "Go backpacking, it will be good for you, and when you come back, you'll probably know what you want to do", he said.
Tom was an only child. His father, a retired pilot for Air France, was now in his sixties but still as charming as he must have been while he was still traveling all across the globe. Twenty-five years ago, during a layover in Prague, he had met a beautiful blonde woman from the Czech republic and married her a year later. Tomas was the result of the best they had to offer: a 1.90 meter (6ft4) tall boy, with almost silk like blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes. Despite Tom not being very muscular, his slim figure came with an allure that fitted a Greek god.
His stunning physique was one thing, but what really seemed to woo the girls he grew up with in an upper class Paris neighborhood, was his air of indifference. He was never rude, but few things could interest him. For some reason it made him even more attractive. He didn't go to a lot of parties his friends of classmates organised, because there was always a book he wanted to finish or a debate on television he wanted to watch. Even at 13, Tom was interested in politics and social issues and tried to form his own opinion, armed with all the arguments and philosophies the many French quality authors had put on paper.
But when he did mingle with friends, he was instantly the most popular guy in any group. Other boys were jealous because of the effect he had on the girls they were chasing, but they too were drawn to his natural charm. A charm Tom never realised he had, until he lost his virginity when he was 14. It was Claire, a girl of the same age who lived across the street and who had made it her life goal to become his girlfriend. Tom didn't care enough to decline and stayed with her until the moment of dropping out of university. Claire took it hard, although she must have known he had been unhappy for a long time.
During his relationship with Claire, Tom never cheated on her. Especially during the first few weeks at the university he had plenty of chances to do so, but he didn't think the pain it could cause Claire would be worth a 30-minute pleasure. Being together for over five years had all but destroyed the sex life Tom and Claire had. When they spend the night together, most of the times Tom would read a book while Claire watched a movie on the couch. The last couple of months Tom joined her watching movies, as his interest in literature seemed to fade away. He couldn't find a single book he enjoyed anymore, especially not the ones he was forced to read by his teachers. But after the movie was finished, they went to bed and fell asleep without touching each other for more than a goodnight kiss. The few times that they did have sex over the last year, it was a physical act stripped of all forms of passion. When Claire felt like it, she would climb on top of him and moved up and down until one of them came. There was nothing exciting about it, Tom thought. No foreplay, no oral. Tom didn't bother to take initiative. If he was honest to himself, he lost his interest in her a long time ago.
Backpacking through South East Asia was just what he needed; Tom thought when he was on the plane to Singapore.
Exploring such a different world would get him out of this rut, get rid of the boredom and relight the spark he used to have within him when he was a young boy, in awe when he discovered all the knowledge there was yet to learn. Even before figuring out what it is he wanted to do with his study, Tom decided he would discover his physical side. Claire had obviously been a bad influence on him but it wasn't too late to find out how much fun he could have with his body.
19 years old... Hell, Tom thought, I'm going to fuck until I feel.
It didn't take him long to start this particular challenge. The girl sitting next to him on the plane was in her late twenties and on her way to visit her boyfriend who worked in Singapore. They talked for a while and Tom told her what he had just decided on. He saw no reason not to, he wasn't ashamed of it. It was more matter of fact.
The girl was so intrigued by the beautiful young boy that all she said when he finished talking about his need to feel was: "I want you to fuck me so hard that I'll feel it for the rest of the week."
The remaining flight time took forever, but when they finally landed in Singapore, they got into the first rest room they could find and finally performed the act they had talked about at an altitude of 30.000ft. The girl came twice before Tom planted his seed deep inside her. When they left the airport half an hour later, they hadn't even exchanged names.
The airport encounter set the tone for Tom's main activities in Asia. He fucked locals and fellow tourists all over the continent. Being a backpacker made life easy, the hostel dorms and nearby bars had sex written all over them and Tom's enchanting looks made sure he never had to spend the night alone. But with every girl he fucked, his hope of discovering true physical pleasure faded away a bit more. The only happiness he felt was the brief rush after cumming over or in his partner in crime. When he arrived in Bangkok, Tom decided that the reward of climax wasn't worth the trouble of the passionless sex that he kept encountering everywhere. This part of his journey had failed, but maybe he could succeed in his other assignment: Finding a goal for his future.
Tom shrugged his shoulders when leaving his hostel on Khao San Road and headed to Sukhumvit to explore the city. No more sex. It was as if, for the first time, he started to take in his surroundings after two months thrown away on meaningless encounters with meaningless people. It was now time to make some sense again before heading back to Paris.
To be continued...
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