Day 11 of my stay in Angeles started like so many, a lazy morning in bed with Airport Girl followed by some morning sex, followed by breakfast at the Orchid with Epi. I had definitely fallen into a routine, but it was a routine that I liked quite a bit. Airport Girl was endlessly entertaining in bed, and Epi was endlessly entertaining over a leisurely breakfast every morning. My last week in AC when I was pretty much flying solo after all my trip buddies had moved on wasn’t quite as much fun as my first two weeks when I was rarely alone. I tended to compensate by keeping girls for longer periods of time and actually spending time with THEM rather than hanging out with my friends. For those of you that read the board and know in advance when you’re traveling, try and hook up with some like-minded travelers or people with similar tastes. For me it really added to the experience that there were friends there (old and new) with me and I got to see what a good time they were having too.

I got a little TOO friendly with a couple of complete strangers by accident on this morning, however, and it embarrassed the SHIT out of me. As I was approaching the tables at La Cantina, the poolside restaurant/bar at the Orchid, I had seen Epi at the first table closest to the far entrance, and I THOUGHT I saw Ilaw and a girl sitting at a table in front of his. And I THOUGHT I knew the girl, having met her through Ilaw previously – but I had only seen her from the back as I approached. So not even looking at the guy at the table, I walked up behind the girl and stuck my hand down her bikini bottom, and MAN, did she JUMP. And of course when she turned around I realized I had never seen this chick in my LIFE! And then I looked over and realized I had never seen the GUY in my life either! OH SHIT! My little playful gesture had been a HORRIBLE mistake.

The girl was extremely pissed, and rightfully so, but didn’t say anything. The guy was insanely NICE while I apologized PROFUSELY to both of them, and I mean nice as can possibly be, even inviting me to sit down and join them. After about the 15th apology I begged off and limped over red-faced and told Epi what had happened. GOD, I felt like such an asshole!

As Ilaw obviously wasn’t there yet, I texted him and he said he’d be right down so we could go on our little ATM adventure together, taking an Air Con. Taxi to the former Clark AFB (now some big – and apparently dying – free trade zone). Epi had warned me before I left that ATM’s were hard to come by in Angeles, that traveler’s checks were hard to cash and would have a fee gigged against them, and that as risky as it sounded, that bringing a large amount of CASH was probably the best way to finance the trip. And as always, he was right, although having a safe in your room puts the mind much more at ease when doing this and the standard rooms at the Orchid didn’t have one. But as I had paid cash for my plane ticket to Thailand, I was worried that I might run out of cash before we hit BKK, where ATM’s (that accepted my card – also problematic in Angeles) were plentiful.

Our taxi ride to the bank on Clark ended up being like a 5 mile ride out there, and cost us 300 pesos (little less than $6) round trip which we split. And the ATM was quite weird, only allowing a maximum 5,000 peso (my daily allowance per day in AC) withdrawal per transaction, though you could do multiple transactions without re-inserting your card. As I was leaving Saturday, I figured 3 days worth of allowance would do me just fine, and any excess I could keep for my last 6 days after returning from BKK. I ended up getting disoriented, however, when the machine spit out 500 peso bills instead of the 1,000 peso notes that I was used to getting when I exchanged money. This would almost immediately have (minor) consequences.

I had tried to dismiss Airport Girl prior to heading over to the Orchid for breakfast and our trip to the ATM, but then figured that it didn’t make much sense to do that as it REALLY seemed to offend her and because I was so NON-horny and had no plans to find a short time girl that afternoon. Besides, I liked having her installed in the room in case the desire to fuck her came up, and even if it didn’t, I always seemed to end up with my dick inside her if she stuck around long enough.

And that afternoon was no different. Except I kept thinking about that bottle of lube as AG was getting me primed. I begged off for a minute to head into the shower (the water pressure was working that DAY after being problematic the night before) and popped half a V, hoping it’d have time to take effect before we got down to some SERIOUS action. But as it was, just rubbing up against AG’s FANTASTIC body was usually enough even without my little blue friend rescuing me.

The whole plan did end up coming together that afternoon, as after a nice long BJ and leisurely screw, I broke out the lube and slowly started rubbing it into the glory hole. As always, AG would jump at the first indication of the taboo penetration (as would any NORMAL human, I would imagine), but after about 10 times telling her to just reLAX, eventually I worked up to lining her up for landing the space shuttle in the economy parking space. And miracle upon miracles, about the 10th time I actually tried to get it in, it actually slipped inside! And GAWD did she JUMP! But she didn’t run away, and miraculously, it didn’t get pushed out. So EVER so slowly I started pushing forward again, and feeling her severely tensed ass OH so gradually relax and permit my entry was an INCREDIBLE turn-on. I have no idea if AG’s little culo was as cherry as she said it was at that point, but I DO KNOW that it sure felt nice packed in tight against my dick!

After a couple minutes when she had apparently fully relaxed and I was all the way in, I started gently pumping, and of course, this brought new attempts to crawl away. She started hissing ‘Porker. PORKER’ (and she NEVER used my name) and then apparently cursing (speaking in tongues?) as I didn’t immediately jump off. While the idea that I was hurting her did not appeal to me in the least, I wasn’t sure if she was in pain or extremely excited, and ultimately I’d like to believe it was a little of both. I know that I WAS as excited as maybe I ever have been sexually. Screwing this chick’s ass was simply HEAVEN!

Of course it was so exciting that it really didn’t take long after I started my slow pumping, and after MAYBE two minutes of this I held a DEEP stroke and then shot deep into her ass and collapsed on top of her. And she didn’t make any attempt to push me away, apparently content to just lie there with my arms completely wrapped around her and my considerable weight limp on top of her, her job WELL done and clearly over.

Eventually I had to disrupt the equilibrium and pull out, however, and that brought back the discomfort, and as soon as I was all the way out she did make a bolt for the bathroom, I’m sure to check to see if all parts were still intact. I cleaned up with a towel still damp from my shower, and when she returned wearing her towel, we curled up for a nice little spooning session.

I grew up in So Cal and had a number of Filipino friends growing up, and one day I had insisted that one of them tell me how to say just ONE thing in Tagalog. Little did I know that I would end up having GREAT use for the ONE phrase I ever learned (and a very odd one to teach me, come to think about it!): DOES YOUR BUTT STILL HURT??? I had gotten a lot of laughs clowning around with dancers on stage when they’d make fun of me being a ‘cherry boy’ my first week there and they would never believe that it was my first trip to AC and I’d tell them that I didn’t speak a WORD of Tagalog. And I didn’t. Except that phrase, that I knew pretty well! But I never thought it’d ever be SO topical! And of course I had to clown around with her about it afterward and rub the general area and repeat my line. And AG would curl up in the bedsheet and act all offended and try to pull away from me before we would both suddenly start giggling and end up kissing. I think she would have cut off a digit if I had asked her to in order to please me.

Eventually it was getting late and it was becoming time for her to head to work if she was going to go, and I told her straight out that I was probably not going to see her that night, that I wasn’t horny AT ALL (thanks to her!) and would probably end up sleeping ALONE (haha). I encouraged her to go to work just in case I changed my mind (she didn’t have a cellphone), but really, I didn’t want her to get in trouble with the bar because she was not showing up for too many days.

After I showered and we were both getting dressed, I took out some money and was going to pay her, but for some reason (a brain fart re: math and the exchange rate) I ended up giving her twice as much as I planned! On her sneak-out nights previously I had given her between 500-700 pesos, 500 being her share of the barfine if she had gone to work that day/night and I had paid it.

And this time I had MEANT to give her 700. Only I wasn’t thinking in pesos, I was thinking in dollars, and thinking I wanted to give her 14 dollars instead of the usual 20 that I associated with a bar fine. Except when it came time to give her the money, I translated dollars into a 10-1 exchange rate like they were MEXICAN pesos, and thinking each 500 peso note I was giving her was like a 50 peso note or a 5 dollar bill, I gave her three 500 peso notes and thought I gave her roughly 15 bucks. Except it ended up being 1,500 pesos, which was more like THIRTY bucks. And 50% more than I would pay for a barfine, which included the 500 pesos for the bar which didn’t apply in this situation as she had ‘snuck out’ the night before. Basically I had ‘tipped’ her 200%!!!

Anyway, I know this is all quite confusing, and the bottom line was that I was just a total dumbfuck! And AG looked at me REALLY funny when I gave her the three 500 peso notes and I finally had to put it in her hand and say it’s YOURS, TAKE IT! It was only after pondering why she acted so weird when I gave her the money 15 minutes later that I realized what I had done. And I couldn’t believe that ME, the world’s CHEAPEST, MISERLY, BROKE-ASS dude had screwed up so badly when giving a girl money!

But in the midst of kicking myself, I actually felt pretty good about giving it to her because it is almost CRIMINAL how little I had compensated her so far for her INCREDIBLE efforts since pretty much the moment I had met her. So WHAT if the going rate was 19 bucks a day, this girl had EARNED 100 times that and more.

But I would also wonder later if she would associate the extra money (she couldn’t have known anything about my thought process, only that she got a PREMIUM for that night) with the fact that she took it in the puet. I’ll probably never know.

But the bottom line was that I had still paid only ~30 bucks for one of the greatest all night sex sessions I had ever had with a 19 year old girl with an INCREDIBLE body that supposedly had let me screw her ass for the first time ever. If these are the standards for which all future long times are to be judged, it will probably be a LONG DAMNED TIME before I pay 1500 pesos for a LT girl in AC again!!!

After some dinner at Kokomoz (had to use that food credit, now didn’t I?), I met up with Ilaw and we hit a couple of bars, and it was fun to hang out with him and watch the girls hover around him hoping to get a ladies drink. While I was fighting off the aggressive ones that always seemed to try and latch onto ME!

Eventually we would end up in Ilaw’s second home, Blue Fox, where I tried to coach him (using all the wisdom Epi had bestowed on ME re: Airport Girl) as to how to deal with a girl that was pouty and trying to be possessive when he was having fun with other girls. Basically my advice was to just do what he felt like doing and if she didn’t like it, tough titty. But Ilaw is far too nice for stuff like that, and he ended up spending quite a bit of time trying to smooth things over with his wanna-be asawa (wife) instead of enjoying the AT LEAST FIVE OTHER GIRLS that were gravy-training drinks off of him!

Being the good friend that I am, I offered to keep the big-titted ex-cherry girl occupied, but buying her the umpteenth blow job shot of the week was getting old. Ilaw flat out told me that this girl was going to be his for the night, and I totally respected that, but SOMEBODY had to keep her company while he fought the battle of TONIGHT IT’S YOUR FRIEND’S TURN, BABY with a previous barfine.

Epi eventually joined up with us, and we browbeat Ilaw into doing what he said he was going to do and barfine the other chick and let the chips fall where they may, and we headed off for Epi’s preferred destination of the evening, Bananitas.

There is absolutely NOTHING special about Bananitas, other than MAYBE a good central location on Fields. But they had a decent lineup of dancers during the length of my trip, and they sure had nothing better to do than to give you some attention as you came in the door because the place was always EMPTY of customers.

But seconds through the door and before we even ordered drinks, Epi had the two cutest girls in the bar and like THREE waitresses all hovering around him and got busy playing his grabass games with all of them in exchange for ladies’ drinks. As he was sitting at the very end of the bar, and Ilaw was quite busy with his date sitting between us and all Epi’s girls, it was like I was on another PLANET a mere two seats down, and it became pretty obvious that I was going to be responsible for entertaining myself in this place.

So I did the obvious thing and started chatting with the girls onstage, answering/asking the same old boring questions (Where am I from? What’s your name? Are you a cherry girl? Cherry ASS the friend always says, haHAHA). And I was trying hard not to fall asleep.

But all of a SUDDEN a short haired girl (EVERYBODY else in the bar had long hair) in street clothes (EVERY other girl was wearing a uniform) came in from outside, and INSTANTLY caught my full attention. The girl looked BEAUTIFUL to me, but perhaps most importantly, looked so DIFFERENT than all the rest. She looked around the bar for a second and then ended up sitting with a couple of dancers in a booth behind me. The thought that immediately crossed my mind was ‘could this be the MAMASAN?’ She certainly didn’t look like all the old battle-scarred mamasans I had seen!!! But why was she wearing street clothes?

I decided to call her over and find out, and when I asked if she was the mamasan she BURST out laughing and said HELL NO! She said she was a dancer, but wasn’t dancing that night because she had a headache and was feeling really cold onstage so she had changed. MUCH later I would wonder if maybe she had already short-timed that evening, but oddly the thought never crossed my mind while we were in the bar.

I got her a drink and we talked for a bit at the bar, and this girl appeared to just be a little different from all the other girls I had met so far in AC. She had had some college she said, and she did sound fairly intelligent and spoke decent English. She admitted to being 23, which was quite a bit older than most of the girls I had been with in AC as well. The more I talked to her the more I LIKED her, and my attraction to her had been well established the first time I saw her walk in the door. I normally don’t go for short-haired girls, but this girl reminded me of (the at the moment long lost) Flaca a bit, who reminded me of a couple of my old Mexican lust objects. So to say that I wanted to barfine this girl at that moment was a severe understatement. I was in lust moving toward the other 4 letter L word!

But mindful of the consequences of kissing Flaca’s and the Nero’s Disaster Girl’s asses when they flipped my switch immediately upon meeting them, I consciously told myself that I would NOT start gushing over this one. I also told myself to remember to take care of business here in the bar first so that I wouldn’t get walked over once we reached the room. So I steered the conversation towards the subject of barfines.

I told her that I wanted to barfine her, but didn’t really know her well, and was a little nervous as to what would happen with her. She said she’d like to go with me, but didn’t want to talk about such things in the bar. I told her that if she wanted to go she should do something to convince me of that desire right there, as I didn’t necessarily believe her. She said she was shy in the bar, but promised she wasn’t shy in the room. I asked a couple of more times for a kiss. A couple more times she refused. Hmmm… what to do.

About that time Epi came over and said he had barfined THREE girls and was waiting for them to change, while Ilaw had already left for the room with his date. It was getting to be decision time for me, and I really didn’t know what to do and briefly described the situation for Epi. And he took over like probably only HE can, and started making fun of the situation and full on grabbing my girl (who responded with SHRIEKS of laughter after seeming very serious – but smiley -- with me) which let me know that YES, she indeed COULD be fun if she wanted to be. My mentor came through again! I paid her barfine and as she was already dressed, we waited together for his girls to come out together.

Epi and his girls were headed to the Orchid while Kokomoz was merely across the street, and while the idea of getting all four of the girls together to do something sounded fun, I was quite ready to see if I could manage any sparks from my girl in the room. So we said goodbye immediately and headed up the steps to my room, with me fairly NERVOUS as to what might happen between us. I gave it a 50-50 chance of being a good time vs. her being a completely cold fish with me. Her REFUSING to kiss me in the bar (even to seal a barfine) had really made me think she didn’t like me, despite her verbal assurances that she liked me fine.

But as soon as the door closed, Bananitas Girl ATTACKED me, kissing me and pushing me back on the bed and landing on top of me. DING, DING, DING, DING, DING! WE HAVE A WINNER!!!

We made out for a couple minutes before calling the always awkward timeout to do the shower shuffle. I think this was the first point that I wondered whether she had been short timed already that night, and I TRIED hard (but it ended up not being difficult) to put that thought out of my mind after that!

I was so excited at this point that I didn’t even think about pictures – I usually got them out of the way first thing (or after the shower) if possible. After I got out of the shower we just started making out again, and the next thing I knew she was kissing me alllllll the way down, and starting on an excellent BJ, something most Fields girls had been deficient in so far.

And if her BJ was excellent, sex with this girl was fucking INCREDIBLE. As I would tell others later, it was like she head been to Kama Sutra U. and got a PHD!!! She fucked me like a damned geisha trained since birth (or is it puberty? I don’t know…) to please.

At one point (maybe while changing into position number EIGHT?) I wondered more than a little casually, where the HELL did she learn all this shit? My general experience was that Filipinas were generally shy and inexperienced sexually, and often a bit ham-handed. You could have a great time with htem, and many would actually be able to enjoy what YOU liked and what YOU had them do, but taking initiative and wanting to ‘drive’ and then making you feel like this was the best sex EVER? No, Toto, we clearly weren’t in Kansas anymore!!! This girl was a PRO who knew EXACTLY what she was doing. And it was INCREDIBLE!!!

Like with Private Dancer girl a couple of nights before, we screwed like animals for at least 40 minutes to an hour before I felt the urge to finish. Funny how the fourth (or so…) nut in a 24 hour period isn’t always in a hurry to pop! But Bananitas Girl gave at least the illusion that she was as into things as I was. And we were making out constantly during the action, something she always managed without ever seeming to even slightly lose her balance or concentration on what she was doing to ME. And beLIEVE me, SHE pretty much did ME. Oh what a change from the usual in AC, and OH did it feel GOOD!

I FINALLY popped, and as it always seemed to on this trip with REALLY long sessions, it felt almost life-alteringly good. But instead of falling in LOVE this time as I came close to with Private Dancer a couple nights before, I instantly started babbling about ‘how did you learn all of this stuff? Who taught you all of these things?’ I was DYING to know how she could be so different from all the other girls I had met in AC. Of course this COMPLETELY embarrassed my girl, who simply claimed she had done what came naturally for her and what made her feel good. Nice try, honey! But I did drop the subject and invite her to go eat.

To say I was a little happy as I showered and dressed and prepared to go get something to eat would be a drastic understatement. I felt absolutely on top of the WORLD! An hour previous it was a coin flip in my mind whether I’d even have a good time with this girl, and she had turned out to be maybe one of the top five fucks of my LIFE. And I thought she was beautiful and smart and a little worldly… I quickly thought that she was an instant addition to my little harem.

But then I remembered the harem… Airport Girl was out of sight, but never out of mind. And I had been anxiously looking forward to Flaca’s return scheduled for the very next day all week. And that was to be my last night before heading to Thailand for a week… This was all suddenly looking very complicated!!! And I would keep coming back to those thoughts as much as I tried to push them out of my mind and just enjoy the time with my newest honey ko.

I suggested Margarita Station for our dining destination, oblivious at that point that it meant walking directly past Camelot (that was still open), something that really didn’t even hit home on the way there, but would hit home BIG TIME on the way back. Bananitas girl actually did eat with me, something other girls never seemed to want to do. As I have mentioned before in my report, Margarita Station food was hit and miss re: the quality of the food throughout my trip, depending on what was ordered. This night I had seafood chowder and it was NOT a good choice!

I was blown AWAY sitting next to my girl, though, when I suddenly noticed a pretty serious physical defect that I had no CLUE about for the first couple hours I had known her. She had something wrong with her eye – like there was a white spot in the middle of her eyeball – like somebody had erased part of her eyeball. I kind of shuddered a bit when I thought that it could have been done by some injury to her eye, and I instantly blurted out insensitively what had ‘happened’ to her eye? She got VERY shy and VERY defensive and said it was some sort of a birthmark, and I instantly felt like SHIT for saying anything about it. It was just that I hadn’t even noticed it before being there in that light, and I thought I knew this girl’s BODY REALLY well at that point!!! I did the best I could to lighten the mood at that point, but it was an uphill battle throughout the meal. My girl did complain of the old headache when I pointed out her silence much of the time, and I told her I had some good painkillers back in my room (800 mg. Prescription strength Motrin), and gave her one when we got back.

As the meal was ending I realized that it was dangerously close to 3 AM and closing time at Camelot, which we had to pass to get back to my room. While I didn’t care (too much) that Airport Girl know that I had another girl that night, I also didn’t want to embarrass her or parade another girl in front of her. That would just be mean, and AG had been EXTREMELY good to me all week – perfect really.

Luckily my little dilemma as to how to stealthily pass Camelot was helped a bit as a light rain had started while we were inside the restaurant. My girl instantly said OK when I suggested taking a trike back, and with me grabbing the inside seat, my privacy was assured! One of the few times in my life that I was glad it was raining!

I took a pic when we first got back in the room, got BG her pill, and we undressed to get back into bed. Of course one thing led to another and we started fooling around, and next thing I knew we were screwing again. But I (and my better half!) were quite tired for another round so soon, and I was also feeling quite bloated after just having eaten (gee, you’re not supposed to SWIM after just having eaten, why didn’t my parents warn me about FUCKING on a full stomach!), so I ended up begging for a timeout and a little TV watching before sleepy time eventually came.

But before we went to sleep I felt the urge to level with this girl that I REALLY liked at that point: That there were two other girls that I REALLY liked already, that I was leaving for a week in less than two days, that I had promised one girl that I would see her the next night, and that despite all this that I REALLY liked her too. There was nothing she could really say in this situation, she just kind of took it all in, and instead of talking to me that night or in the morning, basically she would try and text me her thoughts and feelings (very sweet ones) over my remaining days in Angeles. And while I would see her (and fuck her) again during my trip, I always felt a little sad that I didn’t spend more quality time with her as she really was a GREAT girl. But that would end up being my last ‘single’ evening in Angeles. Fortunately, to keep me SLIGHTLY sane, I would at least have more than one wife!

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You are only half way through your 23 days...OMG... I fear there is a terrible travesty waiting to befall your readers.....?

Think of the extra 1,000 pesos as a "bareback anal fee"..that should make you feel more at ease...and this girl really did treat you like a king so she earned it. I had an ultimate experience like yours last night from a girl from EDSA and I am still exhausted from it this morning. I am going to eat dim sum to celebrate and I haven't eaten carbs in 2 months. BTW, what does "ham handed" mean. I really love your attention to detail on this trip report...great job.

Blazers
Ham handed would be the opposite of dexterous. i.e. having hams for hands.

A continuing great report. Already gets my vote d
for report of the millenium !!

I eagerly await your experiences in LOS- remembering that you were far more at home in PI. Will be interesting to see why your Thai trip was so inferior.

Porker, some great stuff here. You deserve all of the praise. I'll also be interested in your take of Thailand vs. Phillipines as I have been trying to get out to AC for the longest time now. Keep up the great reporting. Merl.

Gentlemen, thanks, as always. I ended up having a very good time in Thailand (after a rough start), can't even really knock it at all -- especially since I wasn't there very long and had a VERY small sample size of opportunities. It's just that the girls I PERSONALLY met in AC were a lot more into acting like a girlfriend (something I strongly prefer) than the girls I PERSONALLY met in Thailand who were more businesslike and professional, with one exception of a beer bar girl in Bangkok (who I would find out later has sort of a bad reputation in her bar as being a cold fish... whoda thunk it!). I also got more bang for my buck in AC, and I was on a tight budget. Paying up to 1500 baht for short time in Bangkok (and I know you can spend a lot more than THAT) seemed a bit excessive. I have already started a bit of the Thailand write-up, but want to post things in order. It won't take too long, though. And I have plenty of pics of the fat girls I found there!

One difference about Thailand that I saw, is that the girls are generally older and more experienced sexually, and on average, sucked dick about 1000% better than most of the Fields girls. But AC had Mackie, the champion cocksucker of all time, and the Blow Row girls, so that was available too if you wanted it. You generally sacrificed looks there, though.

And Blazers, YOU said it was BB. I said nothing.

But you did say you shot a load deep inside of her ass

blazers can you please coomment on the Hiv situation in AC> non existent? i hope . it seems to me never having been there but reading what i do here on this site that i get the feeling it is a safer destination than most. MY travels have been to costa rica mostly.would like to do the phillipines shortly. thx for your advice mr. master Hombre! extraordinaire!!!

It had a better ring to it than "I shot a load deep into the condom that happened to be inside her ass at the time".

As is well documented in articles here on this board, the HIV situation in the Philippines has been vastly underreported and hushed up at the highest and lowest levels of government, and the general loathing of condom use throughout the PI make it ripe for an epidemic. But if you want to go there and play Russian Roulette, you wouldn't be alone. All it takes is finding the wrong one at the wrong time and doing the wrong thing, yes?

I only wish I followed my own advice 100% of the time. If I was SMART, I would. I haven't been accused of being SMART recently!

Porker. i gather that many of the visitors to angeles & makati etc.. find the pretty girl. see the hairless tun me on forever pussy start dining at the Y and not forgetting HIv there is plenty of other "stuff " to catch. not wishing to throw a blanket on the party i have feasted on the worlds beautiful women in costa rica for over 25 years now and have never had a problem. maybe i have been lucky. Costa rica & Thiland are my favorites. in costa rica you have access to wmen from many countries including europe & russia & south america. i just wonder privately & now out loud as i read of all the great parties you folks have in Rio as example. and at Edens In thailand if anyone has ever fesed up to the truth on ther health and how regularl thr guys here get tchecked. mANY PEOPLE JUST THINK " HEY IT CAN'T HAPPEN TO ME"" yea right. i have stats on many countries and YES the truth is most people don't have anything u can catch. as example last year thailand figures. population 65 million [people. 1.5 million confirmed cases of Hiv. and let us not forget many do not know they have it they r still out there doin it for baht!! i do not know . i guess im in my 50's look like 35 but still careful where i put mine!

You bring up a good point. We don't talk very much on this board about how often we get checked for HIV or other STD's. Personally I get tested for HIV and the usual group of STD's after every trip to SE Asia. I get the STD test fairly close after my return, and I wait three months on the HIV test, just to be on the safe side.

If I were able to travel there more frequently, I would probably set up a schedule where I was getting tested every six months or so. All tests thus far have been negative. Let's hope that streak continues.

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Murasaki san

I get HIV tested every 6 months - not just because of hobby activities, but job brings me in contact with blood routinely. Universal precautions can only do so much and you cannot HIV test all your patients.

KM, do you also get STD tests simultaneously? Now we all know where you may get exposed to those... LOL

I think it is good you gave the girl a few extra Pesos when you fucked her in the ass. I usually reward the ladies who put in the extra effort. I figure they deserve more than a lady that just does what she has to with no enthusiasm. Maybe it will inspire the ladies to be more open to being fucked in the ass in the future.

As for the bare back issue, it is going to be hard for me to resist when I go. In Thailand I really tried to be good but totally succumbed to temptation on only the third day. What did it, is after I had cum 4 times a day for a few days I could not even finish with the condom on. I took some Cialis so I could stay hard for hours but just could not finish. I even have those Columbian "Seran Wrap" plastic condoms that are 100 times more sensitive than latex but no luck. I fucked the girl so long finally I was worn out and was thinking to myself "feenish". Off came the condom. In I plunged into that tight young Thai pussy that was just soaked with all natural pussy juice (no KY needed in Thailand). From there on it was all bareback with that girl. It is going to be such a struggle to resist in The Philippines. Bare back sex is so much better. I hate condoms. I will try to be good.

I go the county STD clinic on Rosecrans in San Diego to get checked out about every 4 months or whenever I think is prudent (like after my Thailand trip). It only costs $15 and they are very professional and it is a quick easy thing to do. They also give free Hepatitis B vaccinations as well which anyone in this hobby should defiantly have. It is stupid to risk Hepatitis B when there is a free, safe, effective vaccine readily available for the asking. I much prefer the STD clinic over my own doctor because there is no shock factor to your story for them. The have heard and seen it all. My own doctor would be professional but I am sure would be a little shocked if I was to truthfully explain my risk factors.

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