My Time in Java
I had just completed my training to teach English overseas, and my first job was to be in Jakarta. I have to admit that I was hoping to take up a gay lifestyle which I'd not been able to do in my home country. My first encounters with Asian gays had been in another part of Indonesia a few years earlier, and I wanted to learn more and of course, widen my range of contacts.
On my first trip, I had to fly over to a city in West Java for a familiarisation trip, and was booked into a rather nice hotel, built in the 1920s and the bedrooms were large and very comfortable. On my first day out at the project, everyone finished work at 4pm, and so I was dropped off at my hotel, showered and walked over to the town square, which was full of young folk socialising after college or University.
I bought an ice cream, and had to finish this fairly quickly as it was melting rapidly in the tropical heat. I sat on a bench under a shady tree, and was slurping away as discreetly as possible, when a bunch of college students approached me. It was the usual "can we practice English please mister?", so I signalled that they could try, while I got on with finishing my rapidly melting ice.
There were the usual inane questions about my origin, my family, my age, and of course, my religion. Nothing is private there. When questions get to my salary, I would just say `oh, the usual' and leave it at that, as an overseas income would seem enormous compared to the local rates.
The ice-cream finished, and the questions reaching the end of their English levels, the girls soon sauntered off, just leaving half a dozen rather handsome looking lads. I invited them over to a nearby café and ordered soft drinks for them, and some more left, leaving just three guys and myself. I was asked where I stayed and when I told them, they all seemed to know the place and asked if they could come and look at my room, which I knew would appear rather wealthy to them, as their homes were generally very basic.
So we headed off around the corner to my hotel, and no-one at the desk questioned why I had a bunch of guys with me, and we went into my room and turned on the air conditioner. The lads all relaxed and enjoyed the coolness, and then one asked if he could remove his shirt, closely followed by the others. I was then surrounded by three good looking guys, all shirtless, and their brown skins and dark brown nipples looking rather good.
Next, one asked if he could have a wash, so off he went, and when he emerged, wrapped only in a towel, he was soon followed by the others.
Their clothes were neatly folded and placed on a chest of drawers, and we chatted in English, with one of them having a good command of the language. He had obviously been mixing with tourists more than the others, so he led the pace.
I couldn't help but notice that this same lad was adjusting his cock quite often, and judging by the outline in the towel, he had a nice stiffy there. I reached over and felt him, and he quickly asked if I liked it. Of course, I agreed, and he opened up his towel to display his lovely brown, cut cock. The others were not at all concerned at this sudden show of his, and I thought I'd better ask them to dinner and see what happened afterwards.
So I quickly showered, we all dressed and headed over the road to a pleasant West Javanese meal, and were soon back in the hotel. The more courageous of the lads stood on his toes and gave my lips a quick peck and thanked me for the meal. I said that wasn't good enough, so returned his thanks with a nice long and sloppy kiss. Needless to say, he was hard when my hand felt down there, and he unzipped his trousers and took off his shirt, followed by the other three.
Within about 30 seconds, we were all stark naked, and erections at the ready. I sat on the bed and asked if one would like to join me, so one did, and the others sat on the other bed. It wasn't long before there was some serious groping, sucking and kissing on both beds, and this went on for a while before I finished off my partner with a nice jerk-off.
It was quite dark outside, and I asked if anyone had to head for home or let their family know, but they didn't seem at all concerned, and so we returned to our fun. My partner, whose name was Ronnie, asked if I had any KY, which I did not. He said he'd like me to fuck him, but some lube would be needed. I rummaged through my toilet bag, and the best I could come up with was some newly-purchased shampoo.
I poured this onto my hand and shared some with Ronnie, who was very keen for me to go into him. I was soon there, and he was obviously no newcomer to fucking, and we had a good romp before we both blew our loads for the second time, and we snuggled up and went to sleep, with me still inside him. The others had got their rocks off long before us, and seemed to have managed without any shampoo and had both fucked and were now asleep.
Next morning, the lads were up bright and early, as college starts at 7am, and they headed out to have breakfast at a street stall. Ronnie started later, and so we had a pleasant breakfast in the room, and chatted awhile.
I was asked if he could come back that evening, which I was quite happy to agree to, and so we both went our ways for the day.
I was getting decidedly itchy where the shampoo had been plastered onto me through the night, and by that evening, I was in agony. We did little of a sexual nature, and next morning, my cock and balls were red-raw and starting to peel! Heaven knows what they put in that stuff. I headed off to a (female) doctor, who said I obviously had an allergy, and maybe I should wear a condom next time! Shampoo was obviously not designed for such sensitive parts nor for so many hours. I bought some soothing cream and plastered this all over my cock and balls.
It taught me a lesson, and next time Ronnie and I met up some months later, I was well prepared. We later had a week in Bali, and he introduced me to a cute bunch of gays, one or two of whom came up to our room for some fun.
For obvious reasons, I was interested in returning to Indonesia for an extended period. Some years later I had accepted a new job and was met at Jakarta airport by staff from my new school, and in no time at all, I was taken around to a small apartment, which was to be my home for the next twelve months. It was nothing special, just a small bedroom at the front of the house and a larger one at the rear, with a small kitchen and living room. Furniture was almost non-existent, but there was a small fridge, gas stove, kitchen cupboard which was wired up to be rat-proof, and a single bed in the bedroom, along with a smallish wardrobe. No shelves, no desk, but a small kitchen table.
Before I'd left Australia, I had been in regular touch with a Dutch guy, who it seemed had a boy in every port. This was proving too much, and he asked if I could take care of a few in Jakarta. One of these guys was Vincent, and his day job was room boy in a large hotel, and most evenings, he was in a dance group performing at Ancol, a rather low-key entertainment park in the city.
Vincent had been e-mailing me for some months and asked that I send him gay pictures, which I did. A large brown envelope proved to much of a temptation for his sister, which she opened, and was shown to his parents, who then threw him out of the house. Nice family. He was living with his uncle who was a little more understanding, but Vincent asked if he could move in with me, as he expected to leave for England and his Brit boyfriend in the next few weeks.
Vincent's dancing friends turned out to be extremely cute, and most, if not all were gay. However, they respected their friends' acquaintances, and kept their hands to themselves, but not necessarily their eyes. They obviously thought that Vincent and I were an item. There were many opportunities when one of these lads and myself could have had some interesting gymnastics, but we played by the rules.
The only exception to this was one evening, when we had a 21st party, where a house boat had been rented, and after eating enormous quantities of food, and no doubt drank way too much, we stumbled onto the floor, beds, anything. I fell into a large double bed and there must have been eight guys already there. There was a lot of groping and kissing and sucking before folk got into some kind of rhythm. I got in some good sucking and must have made an impression, as the guy concerned asked if he could start up a relationship. I wasn't really ready for any sort of a commitment, and was happy to 'free-lance', as there was so much available.
The teaching job was OK, and it turned out that half the teachers were gay, and most had BFs or good friends living with them. Everything closes at 9pm, so one had to be home before the compound gates at the back of the school closed, or it was a long walk around to the front of the complex, so no time for socialising. Most of the teachers headed into town for a few beers and some social life, as the cafes were open all night, and there was a lot of cruising there, anyway.
I returned home from school one evening, and heard loud wailing and sobbing; it was Vincent, and the UK Embassy had turned down his application for a visa, and his plans to be reunited with his BF and prospects of work and so on. The Embassy felt that he was unlikely to return at the end of his stay, so his case was a no-go. There are hundreds of such cases every year at every embassy, and some succeed, but not all.
Vincent had already quit his job at the hotel, and he lay about the house all day and he looked like becoming a long-term lodger, not contributing anything at all to costs. His UK boyfriend had also stayed for a few free nights, before returning home. I eventually had to ask Vincent to leave, as for one thing, I couldn't stand his TV being on all day and well into the night. I could hear it but not see it, as he kept it in his bedroom, and doors there have an open window at the top, and sound just goes straight out, bouncing around the tiled floors. As we were not getting off together, it was starting to get frustrating, not having anyone for company, but he did eventually leave. He did have a couple of very cute friends stay over, one of whom shared a bed with me, and I was ready for some action, but it didn't happen apart from a bit of groping. He was very cute, and his tackle was a lot bigger than I'd expected for a guy of fairly short stature.
At last, Vincent had left, and while I was enjoying the fact that my house was quiet at last, I was beginning to wonder how I could meet someone to keep me company on my days off. I was fortunate with the school, as students did not want to attend classes on Fridays or Saturdays, so unless we had some program for Saturday mornings, we often had three days off.
Money was fairly tight, and it was a few months before trips away on weekends were possible. However, about three months after starting work, the school organised an anniversary party, held around a swimming pool. There were some cute guys there, but the rules of the school were strict: Ano touchee students@, so I just looked. (I learned much later that many of the lads joined these evening classes in the hope that they will meet a westerner). As the evening wore on, I became aware that two guys in their early twenties were looking at me and had been staring off and on during the festivities. One of them kept smiling at me, so I plucked up the courage I needed and went over and spoke to them.
After the introductions were over, one of the guys slipped away, and I was left talking to Tan who had been attending the school I was teaching at, but had finished the course and had come back for the reunion. He was not a student! He told me that he had completed University and was now working in an office nearby, so this put him in his early twenties.
He latched onto me very quickly, and asked if he could come and visit on the weekend. I couldn't believe it was happening so fast - a handsome, good-looking young man, asking me if he could visit. I wasn't even sure what his sexual preferences were. As Friday was a day off, I had no classes, and suggested to Tan that he drop in after work Friday night, as his office was close to my flat. Sure enough, come 6.30pm, he was at the door; Tan was a very good looking young man, and a smile that split his face from ear to ear. He was of Chinese descent, not very tall, stockily built.
We shook hands and I asked him in; I shut the door behind him and as he was standing so close to me, I gave him a small hug. He gave me a huge hug back, I nibbled his ear, he groaned with delight, and I knew I was there! I gave him a tentative kiss, and he responded with speed. He was certainly starved of affection from another guy, and was very enthusiastic.
We experimented for a few weeks, and soon settled into a pleasant routine. As the house was always rather warm, we both wore the minimum of clothing, if anything at all, and as long as we kept the curtains closed, no-one could see in. He had an average length cock, uncut and beautiful glossy jet-black pubes.
We both enjoyed deep kissing, then we'd suck each other, and change over to 69. When things started warming up, he loved to lay on my back, gently rubbing his hard cock over my split, with his precum lubricating the area. Then he'd speed up, and it wasn't long before I could hear him gasping and a large load of cum would spread across my back. I still get hard thinking of this, as we both enjoyed it so much. He worked Saturday mornings, so after a release of pressure Friday nights, he'd go home and come back Saturday afternoon and stay the evening and the next day.
I was keen to get out and explore the countryside, as I am not a city lad. I enjoy the beach, some bush-walking and looking into various cultures. Tan on the other hand was much more of a stay-at-home, and after some weeks, I was itching to get out of the concrete jungle. Some of the other teachers had told me of the delights of the coast and the helpful lads willing to share a weekend, for a fee, so I took myself off to the beaches overlooking the ruins of Krakatau volcano, and decided that there should be more of this.
The trip was slightly involved, and meant travelling by large coach, then changing to a smaller bus at a bus terminal, travelling about 30km to a village depot and then getting an even smaller bus to get me near the beach area. I had taken the precaution of checking on what I should pay for fares, as these tend to be negotiable if you're white. So when the conductor on the mid-size bus asked for about ten times the normal fare, I explained in a loud voice that I didn't want to BUY the bus, just travel for a short while. I had a banknote of close to the fare, and he was non-plussed and even gave me some change back.
There was a good choice of cheap places to stay, and excellent sea food restaurants. The bars on the beach had a few teachers away from the city, and there were the usual cute lads hanging around, hoping for a free night, dinner and a bit of fun. At one of the areas frequented by ex-pat teachers over the weekends, a very handsome young guy approached me, and asked if we wanted to go back to my room, which we did.
He was a hardened case of 'money up front', and obviously felt that I was some rich tourist and money to burn. I countered his ransom demand with a more realistic figure, which in his opinion was only worth ten minutes of his valuable time, and after a bit of touching and feeling he was out the door, looking for richer pickings.
Tan was not too impressed with my travels, but after a week in the city and the extreme pollution, noise and mosquitoes, I just wanted to get away for weekends. After a few months he became interested in another teacher who had arrived just after me. Tan told me he was tired of gay life, but was soon over at my friend's house. I didn't bear him any grudges, and we have been in touch with each other ever since. I think he disliked my going out so much. I loved to go to the beach for the weekends, and didn't like being indoors at all. He would go to my friend's house Friday night, and stay there all weekend, just sitting around and watching TV. Not my scene. I'm surprised my friend put up with him for so long, but it no doubt had some side-benefits.
Mind you, when I was at the beach on my own, there were some lovely guys to look at, but they were mostly mid-teens, selling things to see them through college. Only once did anything happen, when one of them followed me back to my hotel room, and stayed overnight. He was obviously interested in me and what I might have to offer, and for a change, was one guy not after money.
We had a meal together at a nearby restaurant, and then just when I expected him to say he had to go home, he followed me upstairs to my room. This hotel had no beds, just mattresses on the floor, and he stripped off in the semi-dark and lay on one of the mattresses; he was not a big lad, but well-proportioned and a nice stiff dick about 5 inches long. He indicated that he wanted me to suck him, and I soon took all of him; while he just gently jerked me. But it soon warmed up, and he clutched my head while I sucked him, and as he reached a climax, it was obvious he didn't want me to stop. I normally never let anyone shoot into my throat, but on this occasion I let it happen, and was pleasantly surprised how sweet it was.
After he'd regained his strength, he reached down and expertly jerked me off, and then we curled up together and went to sleep. In the morning, I offered him some money, but he made it clear that he didn't do that for money. I was happy that he was not the usual money-boy, but asked him to take something to use for school costs, which he did. These guys would walk up and down the beach all weekend, in the hope that they could sell a few films or ice creams, to help them with their Afree@ schooling.
As I was a free agent after many years of family commitments, I was making up for lost time. I was quite new to the gay world and to be honest, I was like a kid let loose in a sweet shop. Jakarta had dozens, if not scores of places, where it was possible to meet someone. I soon learned that shopping malls, bookshops, swimming pools and fast food joints were all like lights to a moth. Just sitting down for a coffee usually meant that someone would join you at the table to chat, and more.
Someone suggested I go to a certain swimming pool on a Friday evening in south Jakarta, where guys were looking for guys, but not rent-boys. It was soon obvious that these men were office workers or Uni students, and looking for a nice way of relaxing at the end of the week. I walked into the change rooms, and as I was the only Westerner in the place, there was a sudden silence and about 20 pairs of eyes started scanning me. In my best AMr Bean@ aloofness, I changed and wandered out to the pool and found some empty seats to dump my gear on.
I wasn't too keen on leaving my bag on the seat while I was in the pool, so just sat and read for a while. Before long, a very nice guy sat next to me, and we started chatting, and we asked where we'd come from and the usual 'getting to know you' questions. I took an instant liking to him, and we had a pleasant swim, a meal together, and he told me he had a western BF, but he was away on leave. So I knew not to get too enthusiastic, but was surprised when he asked if he could come home with me. He made it clear that he was not after money, just a bit of fun.
So that's exactly what we did. He taught me leg fucking, which was new to me, being a relative neophyte to all this fun. All we needed was a large amount of KY, and away we went. It was all good clean fun, safe sex, and not a lot of cleaning up afterwards that a joint shower couldn't fix. What I liked a lot, was that he was not at all shy, and once we drew the curtains, he was more than happy to wander around the house totally nude. A beautiful, slim, brown Asian guy, and nude at that. Aaaahh - heaven!
I certainly made acquaintances with a lot of guys in rapid time. Each time I thought 'this is the one', but soon discovered that 'loans' for urgent payment of rent or a sick mother were just a euphemism for some cash that was never going to be returned. My stock reply became Athe ATM is just down the road@; it also meant that I didn't see the guy again, as they realised that I'd caught onto their little scam. After all, they usually had a number of good meals while staying with me, all fares paid, often something they saw in a shop, a birthday just happened to be next day and on a second or subsequent occasion, they'd bring a friend too for that extra meal. It became difficult to know who to trust, and the quest to find the right guy for a long term relationship was not going to be easy.
One guy I'd been going with for some weeks, told me his mother was quite ill in hospital. After I'd made all the right sympathetic noises, he then asked if it was possible to 'borrow' a largish sum of money for her operation. I could see yet another scam coming up, so I suggested to him we grab a taxi and go across town and see how his mother was getting on. Of course, this wasn't convenient at the time, but if I had the money, he would fix things up with her.
Needless to say, it didn't happen as I was 'broke' at the time; he lost interest shortly after and I didn't see him again either.
I had met a cute guy at a disco, and asked him if we could go out the following weekend for a meal. He readily agreed, and we met up the following Saturday at some Scottish fast food joint with the name of McD's.
I had just enough money at that time of the month to afford a couple of taxi rides and some basic meals. So I asked mister Cute Guy what he'd like to eat, but to take it easy; he excused himself for a minute and went outside, returning a minute later with four other people. He had brought along his sister, a friend and two kids and they were ready to have a large meal out at my expense.
By now I was starting to tire of people taking me for a ride, so I ordered one Coke for each of them, paid the bill, delivered them to their table and walked out. I was asked to pay their taxi fare home, but I just kept walking.
One guy I was going out with at the time, took me to meet a friend of his. The apartment was unusually nice, and was filled with the latest stereo and computing gear - strange considering the average salary was about not more than $60 a month.
It turned out that this guy had three or four BFs from western countries, each of whom was sending a regular bank draft to keep him going until the next trip to Asia, equivalent to about another four month's salary each month. Of course, none of the BFs knew about the other. Bad luck if they all arrived together!
The reverse applied I'm sure, as Western guys were posted to Asia for two year contracts; they had a good time, used everybody they could lay, and then headed for home, leaving broken hearts behind and a lot of empty promises. I met a lot of guys who were waiting for their BFs to return or to send them money so they could fly off and live with them. It did happen once in a while, and I had met guys who'd flown to Amsterdam or Sydney and stayed with their BFs, but it soon became boring, with no work, no chance of a job with poor education and the BF often treating them like hired help, or at least, expecting them to do their share of the housework. They soon returned to Indonesia.
After Tan had left me for another teacher, I started going up to Bandung. This is three hours by train from Jakarta, and is in the mountains. Lovely climate and the Sunda people there are very good-looking, whereas the Jakarta 'Betawi' have quite strong features, as befits a mainly sea-faring group. I'd have pleasant weekends there, staying in a rented house belonging to an absent teacher friend of mine, and yes, I'd meet someone at the shopping centre and we'd have the weekend together...
I had met a Chinese guy on the internet, who was looking for a bule (White guy), and when he - let's call him Chan - came into my hotel room in Bandung to meet me for the first time, and we had a brief hug, his cock head was actually poking up above his jeans! He was just starting Uni, always horny and he turned out to be fairly dominant, wanting to be on top, when I was not so keen on this, as he was very big where it counts. I'm quite happy making love in many ways, but screwing does not have to be one of these.
Mind you, I'd accommodated a few Asian guys with smaller weapons, and we'd had a lot of fun. Amazing what can be done with just four and a half or five inches. No AUSA nine inches@ amongst these lads.
AIt doesn't rain but it pours@ is a well-known saying. I'd just met Chan when out of the blue, I met Len, a tall handsome final-year student, studying at one of the better-known Chinese-Catholic Universities in Jakarta. He told me he really wanted to get to know an older western guy, so we got to know each other. There I was, with one guy in Jakarta, and another in Bandung, both wanting to get into my trousers. I told each of them about the other guy, and they were soon writing and phoning, seemingly happy to share me. Chan had a real paranoia about me getting it off with 'a little brown guy', but didn't mind that it was another Chinese guy.
The pleasant thing was that neither of these guys were after money. They often shared costs, sometimes drove me around in their own car and knew where all the interesting places were.
However, when the cat's away, the mice do play, and when Chan and his mother went to the USA for a holiday, I was without my usual chaperone in Bandung. I'd heard lots of interesting tales about a nearby park, and one evening decided to walk home via this place of interest. The tales turned out to be more than true, and there were a large number of guys of around University age, maybe younger, and only too happy to chat to a wandering foreigner. A couple of the lads caught my eye, and they told me they were brothers, and they were interested in coming back to the house with me.
We had an interesting evening, and for the first time, I experienced the pleasant sensation of sucking his brother while the other tackled me from the rear. Neither were big guy, and the one at my back door fitted very nicely, while his brother made a good mouthfull. We all got off with no problems at all, and settled down on a huge double bed for the night, all three curled up together.
The lads didn't want to wait around for breakfast, and left just after sun-up, which was a bit of a blow, as I'd hoped for more romps in the bed. I made the necessary cash contribution, plus a bit more for the taxi, out the door and gone.
Now I was just sub-letting this house and using it as a weekend retreat from the hot city, as the owner was overseas for an extended period. It was full of very interesting carvings, old wall hangings and some excellent woven tapestries, all very valuable and I'd promised to take good care of everything.
While I was having my solitary breakfast, the maid came in and announced that a rather valuable tapestry was missing from the living room, and that it had been there the evening before. While I was cursing myself for letting this happen, I went to collect my new Nikes from the porch where they'd been drying out, and they too had gone. A few smaller items were also missing including the TV remote!!. These two had told me they were devout Muslims, and when I met an acquaintance of theirs some weeks later, I asked him to pass on a message that the good Lord has a special place for thieves and robbers, and left it at that. The house owner was extremely pissed-off, and I ceased renting soon after.
The school asked me to stay on in Jakarta for another 12 months, and I did some bargaining, and asked for a better house, a bit of furniture and higher salary. They readily agreed, so I moved a few hundred metres, but what a difference that made. The stench of diesel fumes from the nearby toll road, and the never ending ringing of bells, tooting of horns, blowing of whistles by hawkers going up and down the streets was very annoying. As tooting a car horn is reserved for emergencies in Australia, to have every car approaching the intersection next to my house was a real pain. Rather than look or slow down, they'd just lean on the horn and keep driving, but that didn't prevent some slow-motion dents.
Most of the week I was alone in my house in the mornings and after school from 9pm. and I was not too happy with this. Len would drop by on his little motor bike when he was free from his studies, or possibly just plain horny. If I was not at home, he would drop in to see another gay teacher opposite me, so I'm sure his urgent needs were met. Many of the teachers went into the city after school closed at 9pm, but I'm not the partying kind. I just tried to catch up on sleep which I knew would be interrupted by hawkers and dogs from about 4.30am onwards. Asian houses have wide open ventilation spaces above every door and window, so closing off the sound is an impossibility.
I went up to Bandung for the Christmas break and Chan, a few female friends and I went off to Bali for two weeks of holidays. A very cute gay friend of Chan's had planned to come, but cancelled at the last minute. The girls had a room of their own, and so did Chan and I. He liked to go to the discos a lot, so I was often down on the beach at night by myself, as I couldn't tolerate the heavy smoking.
I met a cute guy at a more open gay bar one evening and he asked me if he could give me a massage. He emphasised that this was 'no sex'. That was OK with me, as folk have been known to change their minds.
Adi and I went back to my room, and as Chan was still there, I told him that I was having a massage, and was he interested too? He said that he most definitely was not, but I suspect that there was a racial thing in this, apart from a touch of jealousy. So we went ahead with the massage, and Chan sulked off to the clubs. We both stripped to our underwear, as it was a hot evening, and I lay on my stomach and enjoyed the sensation of being massaged from top to toe.
I could hardly not notice that while my shoulders were being massaged, that there was something hard pressing gently against my rear end as he leaned forward. When I was told to turn over for my face and arms to be massaged, it was obvious that Adi had been leaking a lot of pre-cum into his undies, as he was quite wet. I felt his cock which was not very big, and asked if he wanted to take his remaining item of clothing off, and I'd do the same. Needless to say, I was well and truly stiff.
So we stripped off, and I rolled back on my stomach. Adi started massaging my shoulders again, but there was also something quite firm rubbing up and down my crack. It was quite wet, and he was streaming pre-cum, something I've never done. Then suddenly, he gave a gentle shove, and he was inside me! He was so small that I hardly felt a thing, and he started speeding up, with no need of KY at all. He was big enough to enjoy, but not so big that it hurt. In a very short time, he gave a loud groan, and I could feel him pumping his cum into me.
I realised that this was far from safe sex, and I asked him if he did this often. Adi had an Aussie boyfriend on the island of Lombok, and they'd had a disagreement, and Adi had moved over to Bali to seek his fortune, and he was certainly not new to this. Needless to say, when I returned home for some leave, I had a full range of tests, but they were all negative.
Adi moved in with me in Jakarta for six weeks, and we continued to enjoy his AKY-free@ form of getting off. I was forever amazed that such a small guy could produce such large amounts of pre-cum and shoot so much, so often. He told me he was 21, and I later confirmed this when I saw his ID card laying around.
Sadly, it ended suddenly. When I got home from school one evening, the Telekom bill was on the table, and my little buddy had flown the coop. He'd racked up a huge amount on long distance calls, (more than a weeks' salary) and when the bill arrived during the day, he decided it was time to move. A similar amount appeared on the next bill, as the phone meter was read in the middle of Adi's stay. A number of photos and CDs also went missing. Having to pay half my salary for the month in phone bills was not amusing.
I'd been in Jakarta for almost two years, and getting pretty sick and tired of the heat, pollution and endless traffic jams. It was difficult to stay healthy, due to overcrowding, washing in bore water, drinking only bottled water, diesel fumes every time you breathed, so I decided it was time to move. I made a few enquiries with schools in Bandung, arranged some interviews, and before long, was offered a position at a reputable school on quite favourable terms. Many schools want to employ foreign teachers on a minimum wage with no benefits, and large classes, so these were given short-shrift.
I rented a very pleasant house in the hills behind the city, and settled down to a year of teaching. Chan was a constant visitor, living not far away, and stayed over as often as he could, but he had parents keeping an eye on him, as the Chinese all do until their 'babies' are married off. If he wasn't home by midnight, his mobile phone would soon start chirping, and he was 22!. The same thing would happen to my BF in Jakarta, and he was some years older.
Chan was always trying to mount me, and got really pissed off when I told him that he hurt. By this time I suspected he was seeing more than just me, and as he wasn't doing safe sex, I was being very wary. At the same time, he suspected me of all kinds of liaisons, not entirely without reason, as the city was full of very handsome guys, this being a university city and guys coming from all over, and staying in ghastly little rooms, more like prison cells. This meant that they were away from the constraints of their families, and wow, some of them really made up for lost time. I only got to sample the wares two or three times, thanks to my almost constant 'bodyguard ' who would call in at any time of the night, just to check on me.
One night I asked a Uni student to come over and visit, as he had been pestering me to teach him something about gay sex. So I collected him after school, and whisked him inside. After a few cuddles and gropings, we were both quite hard and horny, and ready for the next stage, when Chan turned up. He may have been checking my mail again, but whatever, he was at the door. I tried to pretend I wasn't in, but he knew better, and after smashing the front door glass, I let him in. He was in a foul mood, and dripping blood from a cut thumb. We had an almighty row, and only left after I threatened to phone his father. My poor visitor was shaking with fear, but I was able to give him one basic lesson on sucking, but he hardly lasted a minute and then fell asleep.
I had hoped that would be the last I saw of Chan, but he was back a few days later, wanting me to apologise. I'd had to buy 20 litres of the cheap wall paint they put on everything there, to cover the blood Chan had been generously splashing about. The incident decided me for sure that I would not renew my annual contract, and so I started looking for jobs elsewhere, and I was invited for an interview in southern Sumatra, some five hours away by bus and a few more hours on the ferry.
I searched around the web to see what gay spots there were in this city, and put a small notice on the Indonesian Gay bulletin board. Much to my surprise, a cute friend I'd met in Bali answered within an hour or so, and arranged to meet me when I arrived there.
I travelled through the night, arriving in Bandar Lampung about 9am, and was duly met by my friend Ron who took me to a hotel he'd booked me into. My interview was not until that afternoon, so I had time for a swim. I stripped off and changed into my bathers, while Ron kept a close watch on me, staring at my cock and told me AI'm not gay you know'. I believed him, and just thought that our jerk-off one night in Bali was a stress relief thing. (He had been so drunk he couldn't remember a thing, so he said). I had my swim and we sat around the pool and chatted; Ron was an extremely good-looking young Chinese man, about 22, well-built and lovely sensuous lips.
We went back to my room, and I stripped off, ready for a shower, when Ron came up behind me and grabbed my cock. I turned around and gave him a big hug and then a long kiss, and he started stripping off too. Not too bad for someone who wasn't gay. He asked me if I would fuck him, so always the gentleman, I was happy to oblige him. He kneeled on the tile floor, and seemed quite relaxed about me sliding up and into him. We had a nice long shower together afterwards, and I got ready for my interview.
Well, the interview went well, and it looked like I got the job, and that night we went out to a disco with a couple more very handsome young men, who my gaydar kept telling me were definitely PLU. To keep a long story short, the weekend was spent with Ron and I having quite a few sessions together, but he still insisted he was not gay.
The job did not eventuate, but my weekend in Bandar Lampung was most enjoyable. I learned later on the gay network that Ron had told the senior teacher that I was gay, and this was probably why I hadn't been employed. Not sure why he did this, but maybe he was worried I'd blow his cover. The swimming pool at the hotel turned out to be a rendezvous for local gays.
So I stayed in Bandung for a few more months. Chan and I had some major fallings-out during the year, and it was becoming very stressful for me and I decided to leave. He was always setting traps for me, and he even set up a new email account and tried to get me to meet a 'new guy'. I realised what was happening, and really laid some steamy scenarios on him, telling him that I'd love to suck him, fuck him, be fucked and so on, which he couldn't admit to having read. He pretended he was psychic and could tell what I was planning. When he started going to my house, getting the houseboy to let him in and reading through my computer in my absence, that really was the final straw, and I'm sure he was losing the plot.
I looked a bit harder for another teaching post and went over to Yogyakarta for an interview, a city which is noted for its polite people and culture. It is also unofficially, the gay centre of Java, although some may say this title belongs to Surabaya, a port city to the East. As Yogya has a large number of Universities and art centres, students are also attracted there, not only to study, but to be free of the confines of family.
There were a number of occasions when I'd get an SMS message or be chatting to someone, where they confessed to being virgins, and would appreciate one or two basic lessons in being gay. There was also no lack of handsome uni students wanting to supplement their income in mainly pleasurable ways, and of course, there were the guys who acted as 'guides' and were happy to stay with their tourist visitor for the duration, being either male or female. The guides were onto a good thing, as they would travel all over the country, expenses paid, plus getting all the sex they could handle and a bonus at the end.
If one felt frustrated, lonely or both, it was simply a matter of wandering over to the shopping mall, and having a coffee. There would soon be someone wanting to join you, and usually having a meal and coming home for the night.
Even though the average Indonesian is not tall or heavy, they can be surprisingly big where it counts, and I needed to check out the merchandise before offering to be 'bottom'. They would almost never want to be bottom, as they seemed to think that westerners were too big, but I debate this. However, there are many ways to skin a cat, and we usually found a way of getting off that pleased us both and was safe.
In Jakarta I had met a full-time money boy, and I must admit, he knew his job. He wasn't well built, and had 5 inches at most, but he knew how to handle this, and do it well. He seemed to be insatiable, and would no sooner collect his money and be off, than he'd be seen at restaurant table, cadging a free breakfast and what ever extras might come along with a new tourist.
Even having a haircut in Jalan Jaksa, the backpackers' centre of Jakarta, quite often met with a request for a blow job or hand job. A massage could be a very ordinary affair, but could soon change to an expert JO if you were happy with that, for just a little more.
Many of the male teachers around the city had boyfriends, and I once went to visit one at another school who had a household full of gay lads; they used his place as a sort of drop-in centre. The neighbours were very friendly and didn't seem to mind at all.
Security was all-important, and I soon learned not to leave anything portable sitting around. Even my TV remote control disappeared one evening, not to mention the odd watch or wallet. I'm sure one guy thought he'd spiked my drinks once, but he misjudged my weight. We came home together, had a drink or two and then into the bedroom. I was very sleepy and crashed before getting up to anything interesting, only to wake up to see this guy going through my cupboard. He'd already moved the camera and Walkman to the front. I told him he'd better go, and he left quite rapidly, about 2am.
I also fell for one guy I'd met on Kuta beach, and had been told that he'd been kicked out of his house by his parents, when they discovered that he was gay. He was very cute, and big-hearted me asked him out for a meal. He was easy to get on with, so I asked him if he'd like to share the double bed I had at the hotel. We didn't do a great deal on return, and after a quick JO for the both of us, I suggested that he undress and get to bed, as I did. During the night I woke up and switched the light on, and he was dressed again. He explained that he was cold, so I went back to sleep again. Sucker! When I woke up, no guest and I was minus the contents of my wallet, which I'd only filled that day. I went back to the beach where his ' friends' had introduced us, but none of them knew where he might be, and they all had very shifty looks and seemed a bit embarrassed. I'd been buying their drinks and food which they sold on the beach, so after that I took my trade elsewhere.
Back in Jakarta, one of my colleagues invited a young guy over for the evening, and his guest left early next morning. It was a little while later that my friend discovered that a large amount of U$ dollars had been expertly lifted from the back of a cupboard, equivalent to eight years's salary for a public servant..
A lot of the young guys were obviously into the game for money, and while some had a ball and really enjoyed getting off, others just lay back like a wooden puppet and did nothing. They'd collect their money and as I didn't ask them to stay, I'd show them the door. If they were really bad, I let them pay for their taxi fare out of their earnings.
Discos usually had a 'men only' night once a week, and though they tried to be strict with their 'over 18 rule', it didn't seem to work all the time. It 's very hard to judge the age of an Asian at times, especially if the disco has low lighting and the sound is turned up too high to ask any questions. Much as I tried to observe the 'over 17 or 18 standard', I know I failed one evening, when a young guy came home with me in the taxi, and once he'd stripped, it was obvious that he had a couple of years to go. We didn't do a great deal, just a quick JO and when he dressed and said he had to go early, as he had high school in the morning, I knew I'd bungled.
Tourist numbers started dropping rapidly after a few bombs and fanatical Muslims raided some hotels which had gained world-wide attention. It was sad to see hotels and restaurants going out of business, which six months earlier had been thriving and full of happy patrons, and always a good place to make new friends. Within months, people stopped coming to many of these places, and life became very quiet. It's probably what the Muslim fanatics wanted, as singing and dancing and being happy didn't seem to be on their agenda.
At one hotel, shortly before it closed, I was always being met by a very cute lad, but he was not out of high school. He kept asking if he could come back to my house, but it was a risk I wasn't prepared to take. While it was very pleasant bumping into someone as cute as this, and him wanting to hold hands, I felt rather uneasy about it. I had seen instances of people being set-up in Thailand, and didn't want to sample the insides of a Jakarta prison. I'm sure that now he is over 18, he is having no problems finding a source of income.
In spite of being a strongly Muslim country, hotel managers didn't seem to mind too much if a guy came back with another guy for the night. Nice girls just didn't do that sort of thing, although there was no shortage of not-so-nice girls if that's what was wanted.
Before I arrived in Yogya, a local gay guy had told me in an e-mail, that I needn't worry about trying to meet someone. He said that he had to move house a few times, as guys were coming to his door, asking for bit of action. At the time I thought he was exaggerating a little, but I soon found this to be true, and quite a few times, an SMS would arrive, asking if I was free for an hour that evening.
Sometimes an expat about to return to their country would ask if their protege could be taken care of, and on one occasion I was happy to oblige. This young man would turn up at the house once a week, and was happy to service or be serviced. It gave both of us much needed stress relief, and also gave the lad a bit of pocket money for the week ahead.
Further east in Java, the people were much more conservative, and it was extremely difficult to meet someone, although not impossible. I had been to see a movie, and was sauntering - ok - looking, through a city park, when two guys approached me from different directions. One was obviously used to this, and the other guy was very hesitant. He was certainly the least pushy of the two, and after a coffee, we both ended up in my hotel room. While the pushy one kept feeling me up and vice-versa, the neophyte wasn't sure what to do, although he was obviously turned on judging by the tent it his jeans. He was nicely built as well as handsome, but as things heated up, I reluctantly showed him the door, as he didn't want to do anything in front of a stranger, and I was getting to the point of needing some relief.
As soon as we had the room to ourselves, my friend stripped and lay on the bed. He was a good size for a short guy, and I lowered myself onto his waiting cock, and within seconds, I had blasted a load across the bed and onto the wall, closely followed by feeling something shooting into me. We curled up together and slept through the night.
The following evening, my new friend didn't come to the hotel as promised, but another walk in the same park ended up with the same result, this time with a young man about to enter university, but not before I entered him!
Other parts of Indonesia were much the same, and during my travels, rarely had a weekend night alone.
The biggest change I saw however was in Singapore. At first, it was 'boring city', and gay life was very hidden. Yet in the space of a few years, gay clubs and bars were opening, and as my hotel was right next to a popular gay bar, I had to go and test the waters so to speak. I had hardly entered the door when one of the waiters, a beautiful Malay/Chinese guy of about 21, asked me if I would wait for him until he finished work, six hours later. I was sorry to have to tell him that was just too long, and wandered around the bar. Then a handsome guy stepped up to me and started chatting. He was doing his military service, which meant that his parents thought he was on the base. He came back to my hotel with me, and we had a rather nice weekend together. I always did like a nice bit of Chinese.
Eventually, I met 'mister right'; someone who had the same temperament as me, liked reading, swimming and had an interest in the environment, and not least, was also gay with a liking for older guys. OK; much older guys.
Most Indonesians cannot swim, and due to a poor education system, reading is often not popular, and the TV programs reflect the general population's low expectations. While this may sound very pompous, it was a fact of life, and also their disregard for the environment took a lot of getting used to. Rubbish was dropped everywhere, no-one thought twice about emptying their car's sump oil straight into the waste water system/open drains, and the canals were choked with debris, helping to ensure a rapid flood when the next heavy rains occurred.
So it was a great relief to find the guy I'd been looking for after four years, who enjoys a good book, loves to swim and we both enjoyed getting out and admiring the animals and birds of our local environment. We met in Yogyakarta, and moved to Australia two years later; I can proudly say that we're happily in a partnership, he's studying at an Aussie university, and I'm sure that one day he'll become famous, and hopefully rich!
I miss the diversity I had for four years, but have settled down to a steady, loving partnership.