This is another short story, a little over 8,500 words in two parts. Basically a love story, but with loads of raunchy sex. Much of this first chapter is the truth. David was a delight to be with for two of my leaves in Manilla, I still have photos of our day out wild water rafting, it was as much fun as I say in the story. I did get him a job in Abi Dhabi, but before he could take it up he got into trouble and lost his passport.
Enjoy
FILIPINO ADVENTURE
Chapter 1
I was getting used to Manila now. I had been four times before and I could usually stay for a week or ten days. There were so many boys available for sex and the cost was peanuts, particularly as the Peso wasn't a hard currency, so black market rates for American Dollars were ridiculous. It meant I could have a boy all night for about $10 and short time for pocket change. I would sometimes have three or four boys a day just for a quick shag or a blowjob. I know that wasn't very moral of me and years later, when I developed a conscience I did feel guilty about the way I had exploited the poverty. I'm talking about the late 70's, of course.
Live sex shows were spectacular, real hard core sex only a few feet from me. If the boys in these shows were tasty, I would take one out for the night and repeat his performance in my hotel suite. Other nights I would go to the clubs where a higher class of boy would be available, but still not cost me much. I had discovered that if I brought packs of designer underwear with me I could get one of these boys for the night with a single pair of designer briefs, well, not even designer ones. I could buy Haynes in packs for just a few dollars, but they were like gold dust to these guys.
I was obviously getting choosy because one night I didn't see anything I fancied in the club, I had gone for the dancing, but wouldn't have passed up the chance of a night companion. It wasn't far to my hotel so I decided to walk even though it was after 1. I was only about a hundred yards from my hotel when I saw the boy come out of the shadows as I passed an alley way. Not very big and not at all threatening as he slid up alongside me and keeping pace with me, spoke.
"I'll let you fuck me Mister, if I can stay with you all night."
Not an unusual request. These boys slept under market stalls or in alley ways, usually wrapped in an old blanket, if they were lucky. They were invariably dirty with clothes that hadn't seen a washing machine in months. I would usually give them a few Pesos and send them on their way, but this boy spoke like an American rather than a Filipino, so I waited until we came up to the next street light and stopped. I turned to face him and he looked up at me with a quizzical expression on his face.
"What?"
"I wanted to have a look at you. You aren't Filipino are you?"
"Half of me is, the other half is American Sailor."
That wasn't unusual, street girls never took precautions and neither did the sailors.
He was quite small and only looked like a kid.
"I can't take you to bed, you are too young."
He stood as tall as he could, so, about 5 feet 6 inches, pulled his shoulders back and said, "I'm eighteen." I thought, `yes, eighteen months', but said, "prove it". He took out his national ID card and yes he was eighteen, so I immediately thought, fake, but, he was quite cute, and he was desperate, I could tell, which probably meant I could do anything I liked to him and he would let me.
"If the night porter will let you in, I'll let you stay for a little while at least."
Jesus, (J pronounced like an H), was the night porter and was used to me. I always checked in to a suite as me +1 so that when I had a boy stay overnight I could take him to breakfast with me before sending him on his way. I tipped him quite well at the end of each stay and he gave me no problems.
"What's your name Boy?"
"I'm David Betchek."
"I'm Chris, come on then let's see how you fair with the porter."
ID card was genuine according to Jesus so we ended up in my sitting room. In the bright lights I had a better look at him. His clothes were better than the average street boy, but they were filthy, and he wasn't much better. I had been in a smoky club so I was going to throw all my clothes in the washing machine, tumble dry them and iron them the next morning even though I had plenty. I didn't want smoky clothes contaminating the remainder of my stuff.
"Take all your clothes off David, we'll throw them in the machine with mine. I guess that means you are staying the night."
He was naked before me, stood with a broad grin on his face. I told him to empty his pockets onto the coffee table and then I shoved everything into the machine, except his underwear, which was beyond redemption as far as I was concerned. I threw them in the waste bin and told him I'd give him a new pair in the morning. I was certainly building brownie points with this boy. I came back and looked at his few possessions. A tatty old wallet that looked empty, a few coins and his ID card.
Next was the shower. His hair was a revelation, it had looked a mousey grey/brown, but that was dirt. The true colour was rich very dark brown, medium length. His eyes were dark brown and not very expressive, but that changed as he became comfortable with me and they came alight. The remainder of him was perfect for me. He was quite small, no real muscle definition, just a nice shaped body with virtually no hair. For a Filipino boy he was well endowed, but I put that down to his American father, uncut, but quite a small foreskin. His head was fully uncovered when he was still only chubbed up, a very cute butt made it for me. I thought that making love to him wouldn't be difficult.
I on the other hand was early twenties similar build to David but about six inches taller. I was considered an attractive man with my curly mid brown hair and matching eyes. I was circumcised with a good length cock and decent sized ball sac. I know I needed to start working out or I was going to lose what little definition I had.
I gave him a thorough shower because he was so dirty, result of course was a very hard boy cock. When we were both rinsed off I couldn't resist going down on him for a quick suck, it was great, but I wasn't going to let him cum in case we could make sweet music together.
"When you are dry, David, wrap a towel round you and join me in the sitting room."
He looked a little apprehensive as he sat opposite me.
"Tell me a little about yourself."
"Not much to tell really. Mum told me my dad was a sailor she met in Subic Bay. After she had me she had to keep going to bed with other men to keep us both. I must have had a couple of hundred dad's at least as I grew up. Mum died before I could finish school, but I spent a lot of time with American kids so I never spoke like a local boy, I became a street kid after that. I try to find work and do make a little money, but never enough to have a room so when I really want a bed to sleep in I proposition a guy as he comes back to his hotel and get a good night's sleep for a fuck, or sometimes just a blowjob."
I thought what a shitty life he must have led.
"Do you like being fucked and giving blowjobs?"
"Sometimes, if the punter is nice to me, but mostly they just want to get their rocks off and then they fall asleep. I could plunder their wallets frequently, but I never have."
"Well I would like to give you a blowjob and then fuck you, but I promise I will be gentle and considerate with you."
He nodded, looked at my groin again even though he knew what he was going to get.
"That's ok, Chris, you can do anything you like to me as long as I can sleep here."
I wasn't particularly kinky most of the time so I intended to do what I said. He was a delight, putty in my hands. We did go 69ing for a while before both of us had very intense orgasms. I still wanted to play so as soon as I was recovered I made him turn over and come up on his knees, with his legs well spread.
"Drop your head onto your arms David and make yourself comfortable."
I started playing with his ass with my hands before moving in close and licking his cheeks while I played with his cock and balls to get him an erection again. I guess he was over six inches long so I could have lots of fun when he was hard. While I played with his butt I licked his balls and sucked his cock before going in with my tongue to rim him. He told me later he had never been rimmed before. I knew he enjoyed it because he had another mighty orgasm. I felt it coming so I quickly ducked my head down to catch it in my mouth, quite a load. I then concentrated on his love tunnel with my tongue and fingers until I was reaching overload myself, then I lubed us both and entered him. Despite my size he was so relaxed I went straight in and fucked him with long slow strokes. We were both cooing as we reached another climax, only one lot of messy cum on my bed, which we cleaned up after we had calmed down.
"That was really good David, I hope you are up for that again in the morning."
He was glowing, "Oh yes Chris, that's the best sex I've ever had. I've never been rimmed before, that was amazing."
He was gushing and I pulled him into me, kissed him goodnight and he turned to spoon into me. I loved it.
The next morning, he made the coffee while I ironed his clothes. He showered and I gave him his new underwear. He loved them. We went down to the restaurant for breakfast and he ate enough for two men. I wondered what I was going to do with him. I didn't want to just send him back to where he had been last night, but what else could I do. I had another couple of days before I had to go back to work. I was a geologist for an oil exploration company in the Middle East. Not very experienced so I worked under a senior guy, but I got loads of holiday, about four months a year taken every couple of months depending on workload. I bit the bullet and decided to keep him with me.
"Would you like to go back to the suite and do to me what I did to you last night?"
His reaction was so over the top I was creased up with laughter, but the result was we were back in bed a few minutes later. The boy was incredible. He made love to me like never before in my life. When he fucked me I was so spaced out I had several orgasms. His cock was pure joy to have roaming around inside me. I was wasted when he eventually pulled out and we lay panting.
"Wow, I think you had better stay with me to do that again."
He looked at me, not sure whether I was speaking the truth. He didn't say anything though so I didn't. I had planned to go on a trip that day to do some wild water rafting. I decided to still, but I asked David if he would like to come with me. That day isn't important, except to say that just watching the fun David was having was worth it. He was like a little kid. I didn't speak Tagalo, but watching him interact with the Filipino lads in the canoes I knew he was having a ball. We had both stripped down to our underwear for the rides because I hadn't thought about us getting wet. The boys put our clothes in plastic bags so that when we reached the bottom we could towel off and go back to Manila dry, but commando. Both of us were wearing briefs and showed healthy bulges in our pouches. Both of us got touched up a few times as well, but we weren't worried, I was quite flattered really, and when we got erections the boat boys made us laugh with their suggestions.
Back at the hotel we showered and I gave David another pair of briefs from my pack. He was so pleased and was a complete joy to watch. I got loads of very intense kisses and a bucket of thank you's.
It was too early for dinner even though we had only snacked at lunch time and it was also too early for sex, well not really, but I didn't just want a quickie with this boy. We went out to a swish bar in the Hilton and it was there that I realised his clothes weren't good enough. We had a quick one and left. I dragged him into a menswear shop and bought him a complete set of clothes. He really looked good so we went back to the Hilton and sat in the lounge chatting and drinking until it was time for dinner. I took him to a good restaurant and watched with joy in my heart as he tasted different dishes. Our waiter was middle aged and I think guessed at our relationship so he bought us a selection of the starters in nibble size portions. David had a huge T Bone steak for his Entree and I was amazed that he still found room for a large portion of apple pie. We went back to the hotel then, too full to do anything but sit and watch TV for a couple of hours. We did it in just our briefs because neither of us wanted to crease up our street clothes.
We went to bed quite early, I asked David to make love to me, and I would do it to him before we slept. The boy used his previous experience, plus I think a big dollop of affection for the day I had given him. His cock was so much fun to pleasure, and when he used it to ream out my insides I was definitely in cock heaven.
The next day was my last full day and I wanted to do something for him until I could come back. I asked him what we could do to protect his new clothes and give him a base to start building his possessions.
"I have an American friend. He is in the Navy but based here so he is only away at sea a little. I know there is a locker room that you can rent lockers in. He keeps a load of personal stuff in his because he is gay and he doesn't want the Navy to know. I could probably get one there, but I don't have any money."
We found out details, took a taxi to the location and I bought three months for him. We put the key on a chain round his neck so that he wouldn't lose it. Before we locked it up I slid $200 in without him seeing it. I was going to give him some more when I left.
"I want to see you again when I come back David, is that ok?"
He looked at me a little disbelieving.
"I mean it, I've really enjoyed being with you and I can be back here in a couple of months all being well."
"I'd like that as well, Chris, I'll keep my new clothes nice so that we can go out together, and I'll try to get more work so that I can pay my way."
We said no more on the subject and just tried to enjoy the day, knowing that at lunch time the next day I would be off to the airport and back to work. We took in a movie and giggled through most of it because we made out in the back seat like a couple of kids. We wandered through Harrison Plaza after that and watched some of the boys trying to pick up tourists and other expat guys.
"Did you ever do this, David?"
He blushed, nodded his head and replied, "Yes, when I had nice clothes, but as they got worse to look at I didn't fit in.'
He was right of course. I had picked up boys here, but they were always smartly dressed and charged premium rates for their services. I didn't ask him if he was going to do it again. I didn't feel it was my place, I didn't own this boy. The next morning he gave me contact details for his American friend so that I could tell him when I was coming back. I wouldn't let him come to the airport with me so we said goodbye as I climbed into my taxi. I kissed him on both cheeks and slipped a bundle of Pesos into his hand. He was crying as we pulled away and I knew I was going to be doing some investigation to see if I could get him a job in Abu Dhabi with me.
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