I woke up HORNY on the last day of the year and still scratching my head about what the hell was going on with Airport Girl. But I resolved to focus on the FORMER rather than the latter and to have a good time that day. As I was up quite early, though, like always, getting laid at 7:30 in the morning in Angeles City when you hadn’t thought ahead the night before and arranged for someone to stay around and take care of the morning wood didn’t promise to be easy.

The obvious answer for getting laid at odd hours in AC is Santos St., and after a quick clean-up and throwing on some clothes that’s where I headed. As I was staying at the Central Park hotel, directly BEHIND the famed blow job bars of Santos, that meant a 30 second walk, though if I wanted to start at Blue Parrot and work my way towards Real St. instead of my normal custom to work from Real St. BACK I could have made the trip to Santos in a whopping FIVE seconds by cutting through the corridor on the other side of Hole in the Wall. To say that the Central Park is centrally located is a tremendous understatement, though Kokomoz and the Orchid Inn hotels are obviously similarly situated, being mere yards away from the CP. After staying at these places I cannot even really IMAGINE what it would be like to stay out at the places on Perimeter Road, a trike ride away.

While I have heard great stories about how Santos provides ‘relief’ 24x7, and have particularly enjoyed some of the (now) older reports on Clubhombre from Progman et al. about getting entertained in the mornings there, I didn’t notice a whole heckuva lot of activity on this already sunny Wednesday morning at 7:30 while proceeding up Santos from Real St. I had been told several times by girls there that all I had to do was come by the bar and start waking people up, and actually was tempted to do that, as there simply weren’t many girls about. Well, attractive ones, anyway… seems the TROLLS (of which Santos has a few!) are out at all times of day/night!

But as I was almost to the point of discouragement and cursing the early morning hours in a hangover-based society like I had done so often in Tijuana’s Zona Nortewhen finding almost ZERO talent open for business before the bars opened at 10 AM, I noticed two girls strolling towards me on Santos. While they weren’t GORGEOUS girls, they were clearly under 25 and they had a PULSE, and the closer they got the more attractive they seemed to me, with the taller girl looking to actually have NICE tits. And as they weren’t holding hands in the custom of ‘good girls’ walking together in the street in Angeles, I got the impression that they actually might be working girls and not just local girls out for a morning stroll.

As they gave me slight eye contact as I passed my confidence grew, and I immediately turned around and called out (extremely suavely, I might add!) ‘hey, where you going’? To see the shorter one’s boyfriend, I was told. Hmm, maybe they were just regular girls? I responded that I was hoping they could be MY girlfriends for a little while, and they didn’t run away in fear. Promising! I asked if I could walk with them for a bit, and they said sure, why not. While I was PRETTY sure they were freelancers quite used to the program, I wasn’t sure yet, and I avoided immediately propositioning them, which allowed time to check attitudes as well.

I didn’t wait TOO long, though, as when we reached the intersection at Real St. I needed to see what the deal was with them. The taller one with the tits said she was 19 and worked at Dirty Duck and that her friend was 20 and had a baby and didn’t work. I obviously had never seen her there before, but in the big scheme of things, I hadn’t really spent all that much time in Angeles and had by NO means seen all the girls the town had to offer. I did ask a follow up question for that claim, though, asking her if she knew a few girls I knew there, and she said she did. Interesting!

I decided that I wanted the one with the nice tits and was totally indifferent about her friend. The friend wasn’t at all ugly and was a bit thinner, but not showing much tit on her at all, nor much interest in the conversation going on, instead letting the taller one flirt with me and do all the work. This doesn’t necessarily mean much in the Philippines as many girls are shy and/or self-conscious about speaking English. But the taller one was not shy at ALL and made up for the friend’s apparent shyness, and her smile was making me actually want her instead of my dick screaming at me telling me to jump the next thing that MOVED!

My dick was springing to life as well, though, and would get even more jumpy when I offered the girls some pesos (300 each) to come up to my room at the Central Park for awhile. The taller one said that wasn’t a lot of money, and I laughed a little and said that in total it was a decent amount for short time, that I was asking for a 2x1 special! And that I didn’t plan on having them stay all morning, just for an hour or so and that we’d have some fun and take some pictures and then they could go. With no more than a couple words in Tagalog she got her friend’s assent, and 20 seconds later we were walking into the CP hotel. SCORE!!!

First thing in the room I offered drinks to both (damned nice to have a stocked fridge handy) and took a few pics as they shed the first layers of clothes to prepare for the shower. Both girls looked even better when the clothes came off, both having caramel colored skin and soft black hair that I can only look at pics and drool over right now being 8,000 miles away from the PI. The shorter one hit the shower first and I got naked and relaxed on the bed (I had just hosed off before heading out 10 minutes earlier) when she came out draped in a towel and the taller one took her turn in the shower.

The shorter, thinner girl joined me on the bed, and a few kisses led to her hands on my dick beginning to rub and prime the pump. While she may not have been employed in a bar, this chick was apparently not a VIRGIN! Actually that was also apparent from the looseness in her tummy area despite a quite thin body. It looked like giving birth had not been kind to her.

The hand stroking led to a damned good bbbj, and as I had made sure to have the camera available next to the bed, I grabbed it and started trying to get some pics of her playing the raw flute. My previously shy cutie didn’t skip a beat or say a word when I reached for it and started it a-beeping, and at that point I was pretty sure that this was going to be a pretty damned EPIC morning! It began to hit home that I was going to have two decent looking freelancers working me over while the whole town slept in and allowing full-on PORNO pics for the same price as the previous night’s (CHEAP!) steak dinner each. Not fuckin’ BAD!

As usual when I try and take such pics of the girl and myself while ‘in the midst’, I got a little distracted by the mouth on my cock and didn’t pay full attention to what the camera might be catching in the shots. Any quality pics I ever take of myself ‘in action’ have got to be blind LUCK!

That little problem was solved, however, when the taller girl (and the one I liked a lot better) emerged from the shower and quickly took her place with us on the bed naked. I suggested that she share some of the oral duties, and she enthusiastically jumped in with a greedy mouth. Typing this up, I’m wondering to myself if there’s anything better in life than lying back in an air-conditioned room getting your cock sucked by two young LBFM’s? I’m sure if 100 million other American males knew of such pleasures awaiting them in the PI they’d immediately flock there in droves and the prices of airfares would at least triple. To DENY oneself these immense pleasures is not a rational act. It felt fucking GOOD!

After a couple unsuccessful attempts to get the skinnier one to suck the nuts in a manner that didn’t flick my nads with her tongue in an uncomfortable manner, I decided that it might be better to just go one at a time for awhile and asked her to take a little break while her friend slobbed the sausage. Besides, that would free her up for camera duty, which had been a little neglected since the taller one had joined us on the bed. She stood up and the taller girl took over completely, and the girl had a much better angle than I had to catch a little of the action. As always, my pink dick looks AWFULLY DAMNED PRETTY disappearing into a brown girl’s mouth!!!

I like BJ’s as much as the next guy, but as horny as I was that morning, I wanted to FUCK, and the taller girl’s body had really turned me on. While she was certainly built on the sturdy side, she had very nice and firm young tits, and her ass had not even the slightest bit of jiggle to it. There is MUCH to be said for screwing 19 year old girls!

Of course, as I was so worked up over the orgy scene in my room, and being 24 hours removed from the last load, it didn’t take much spirited thrashing about in cowgirl from my big-titted young princess to yank a half gallon of leche from my throbbing dick. Not a half-damned bad way to spend a morning!

After showers all around, I ended up getting the girls to pose for a few more pics together on the bed before leaving. Epimetheus would later say that he liked the looks of the smaller one better, and she did look quite playful posing with her friend in the post-boom2 shots. Maybe it was just relief that she wouldn’t be required to make further ministrations to lil’ Porker!

While I have had decent times with my infrequent 3-somes before, that morning’s freelancers in AC took the cake in that genre up to that point in my life. It was just an incredibly FUN experience. And that it set me back a whopping TEN DOLLARS AND EIGHTY SEVEN CENTS (peso was 55.2-1 during my stay in AC in Dec/Jan) for the entire deal STILL blows me away. 19-20 year old pussy with an INCREDIBLY FUN attitude for FIVE BUCKS APIECE? Porker, you weren’t in Mexico anymore! Or Thailand, where my short time 3-some with girls from Mandarin in Nana Plaza was negotiated for 3200 baht including barfines back in July, with girls that gave me attitude.

While the freelancer scene in AC rarely comes knocking on your door (unless, of course, you know EPI, as I’d soon find out!), they are certainly out there if you’re not shy about making the basic inquiries necessary for hooking up. I had a few doubts at the very beginning with these two girls as to whether or not they were on the program, but talking to them for 15 seconds made things pretty obvious in a pretty big hurry.

As it STILL wasn’t 9 AM after I kicked the girls out and Epi and Atravel were very unlikely to be up, I did what every good CH member would and SPRINTED to the closest internet café to gush about my good fortune! It looked like 2003 was going out with a BANG! My mood was only brought down slightly when I ended up trading messages with Airport Girl about the night before’s bizarre events. Her story on that morning was that she was deathly AFRAID of falling in love with me and that she had decided not to see me anymore to make sure she didn’t. Which made her monumentally sad, of course. Uh huh…

The plan for that afternoon was to hook up a short time, something I had always presumed would be an immensely EASY task in a town full of thousands of bar girls. I had collected a few cell #’s during my few days in AC to that point, and I pretty much wore OUT the buttons on my Nokia 3310 that day trying to set something up for that afternoon, a quest that would ultimately prove frustratingly fruitless.

The first problem was that I was up EARLY and bargirls love nothing better than to sleep the day away before finally being forced to get up and get ready for work in the late afternoon. Sending a text at 11 AM may not get a response until after 2 PM, at which point a girl would often need time to ‘get ready’ as well. One of the things I had always previously loved about Airport Girl was that she was always ready on DEMAND and extremely PROMPT. My luck with other AC girls in that regard wasn’t very good, and on this trip started to get a little disturbing.

I finally did start getting some returned texts in the early afternoon, but not with the answers that I was hoping for: “I’ll be right there, Porker, and anything goes!” One quite large-titted Blue Fox girl insisted that I go to her still closed bar and pay her barfine first before she’d come over. The girl I had met at Rhapsody a couple nights earlier was busy with half of her co-workers at a private party, all having been barfined in advance. Private Dancer girl woke up late and reneged on a PROMISE over a ladies’ drink in her bar that she’d give up her glory hole to me the next time. Another big-titted Blue Fox girl cursed me when I told her I’d pay her 500 pesos plus a POSSIBLE tip for short time before she went to work, saying no way in HELL she’d sneak out for that pittance that was at least equal for what she’d get for all NIGHT on a barfine. Maybe it was just that day and just my attitude about things, but I was not having the success arranging cheap sneakout short-times like I had imagined I would prior to the trip.

Afternoon and early-evening barhopping that day weren’t very memorable, and looking back I think I was still in quite a funk over Airport Girl. As I presumed at the time that she was still on the rag while giving me all her drama, I was half GRATEFUL, but wondering what the true story was with her was definitely fucking with my head.

Epi and I ended up in Rhapsody during prime-time, and the majority of the girls were there, but in street clothes and hovering around a rather fat foreigner who was buying drinks like the world was going to end at midnight. For ME, actually, I thought it might, as hearing all the explosive devices going off all week beFORE New Year’s Eve led me to believe that the actual real deal at midnight was going to be quite apocalyptic.

‘My’ Rhapsody girl was part of the party and she’d alternately text me and tell me she wanted to go with me and come over and kiss me slightly when the guy wasn’t looking and then ignore me for 20 minutes at a time. A tall and decent looking girl ended up hanging all over me despite me not buying her a drink, and eventually we started full-on making out while ‘my’ Rhapsody girl just looked on and kept on with the same procedures as before.

Finally about 10:30 we decided to go to another bar as I didn’t want to barfine the chick I was making out with (she was decent looking except for a ¼ inch gap between her front teeth which got uglier every time I looked at it!) and the clock was ticking as far as making it back safely to my room with a girl before the midnight craziness I DESPERATELY wanted to avoid at that point.

Almost as soon as I left, though, the phone started beeping like crazy. Airport Girl wanted to know what I was doing. I guess her other customer had tired of her. ‘My’ Rhapsody girl assured me she was going to be free soon and wanted to stay with me that night. The plan soon became to stall Airport Girl and see what Rhapsody Girl had in mind and possibly find something in whatever bar I was in at the time. While the clock was ticking, it seemed like I had plenty of options, all good in my opinion.

Rhapsody girl appeared to have won the race when she texted me about 11 PM that she was at La Bamba barhopping and would sneak out with me if I went there. As I was right next door at Blue Fox at the time (trying to convince Epi to let ME have the big titted cutie before shaved her box and RUINED HER!), I begged my leave and walked into La Bamba with her nowhere to be found. Ha Ha. Very funny. Next text she was at Brown Sugar, a 5 minute walk up Fields away. Gee, I thought I played that game the night before with AG?

With the clock ticking towards midnight, I told Rhapsody girl that I was going to my room to try and arrange entertainment and that if she was the first one there she could stay with me. She said she’d be right over. Yeah right.

Airport Girl texted again. She was working the door at Camelot and bored. Despite dreading walking the gauntlet of trike-drivers throwing explosive devices all the way to Camelot after 11:30 on New Year’s Eve, I texted back and asked her if she wanted me to come liberate her from her work. She responded a minute later the OH so TRITE ‘up to you’. As the front desk called immediately thereafter notifying me that I had a ‘visitor’ that I asked to be sent right up, I barely had time to text back the vengeful ‘WRONG ANSWER’ to AG in my last text to her of the night before meeting a staggeringly drunk Rhapsody girl as she stumbled up the stairs towards my room.

I had left Rhapsody girl after our initial meeting a couple nights before with a message to come see me when she was HORNY after she had been pretty shy about answering my pre-boom2 interview questions. She told me as we parted that she got horny when she was drunk. And if EVER there was a time to test that theory, it was that night, as when she staggered into my arms, as Epi likes to say, you could have LIT HER BREATH! She was PLASTERED from all the tequila the Rhapsody sugar daddy had bought her.

And she quickly backed up her statement from a few nights before, as we ended up on the bed with no showers and passion exploded. I don’t know if I’ve ever been kissed as VIOLENTLY as Rhapsody girl did that night. It was almost a major ordeal stopping the macking to get clothes off, but once we did, it was time to start fucking like animals, and Rhapsody girl set a FURIOUS pace, demanding that I POUND HER. No problem, Baby!

Well, uh, for awhile, anyway! As she had gotten me quite hot and I am not one to usually hold off too long after the SERIOUS pounding begins, I was soon ready to drop a load. And while you all will probably not believe this, I SWEAR that the precise moment I gave one last deep pump and collapsed on top of her with all missiles firing, the noise from the fireworks outside exploded at the EXACT same instance! 2003 had LITERALLY gone out with the ultimate bang.

Photos: Taller & Shorter 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 64
Photos: Rhapsody 65 66

I usually go to the gym around 12:30 and as soon as I return(2pm), the txting fireworks begin. It's as if all the bargirls get up at 2pm and start txting away. I am usually txting back for two hours before I'm through. I have decided to get rid of my SIM card as all of the girls that have something for me have given up and now hate me. Remember, I pick the sweet innocent girls who dont think that they are hookers....great report so far...as usual

Blazers, sounds like you at least USED to have better luck arranging afternoon short times than I did on this last trip. I don't know what the problem was, it shouldn't have been that difficult. Maybe they had decent options with so many guys around during the holidays?

I left out a couple of things about the 'unmemorable barhop' on NY's Eve: Blue Nile mgmt. had the brilliant idea to close Cambodia and the upstairs club and just jam everybody into Blue Nile. The result was that the place was fucking PACKED and there were barely any tables to be had at 8 PM. As I HATE crowds, I turned around and walked away. On the way out I saw some Cambodia dancers being told they couldn't work that night. Idiocy. Did management think that all the people that flocked to AC were actually going to stay away from the bars on NY's Eve?

Epi and I ended up going next door to Bedrock, and that place was a DISASTER! 6 chicks in the bar, four forced to stay onstage all night because there were no girls there. We ran into Travis and his little cherry steady there, turned out she used to work at Bedrock.

Epi and I had some fun there with some big titted girls, his was lactating, mine was fat with GIANT tits who after much negotiation I traded a lady drink for her bra so I could play with her big floppies. Travis and the cherry girl were apparently content to just stay there in a DEADASS BAR and watch the world go by.

All in all, NY's Eve in AC was pretty festive, but I was afraid for my safety with all the fireworks bullshit that had been going on all week. I was DAMNED happy to be in my room at midnight, and I almost wound up there alone because of my fear.

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The tall girls body is stunning but the face.... You made the right assumption about tall girl's tits....they defy physics. Excellent body....the other short one is cute but has remnants of childbirth. Put the face of the short one on the tall one's body and you have something to hold onto for a while.....

Porker, I love reading your reports. I am so stoked for my visit.
Exactly, what kind of questions do you ask these girls to make sure you have a good time once you get back to your room?
Are you totally blunt? What are the boom2 questions?

Von, if it's a long time girl I usually joke around about being a very horny guy and tell her that if she goes with me that she had better be prepared to boom boom all night long. Some girls respond well to that, the rare few will want no part of it. I also sometimes bring up the sbject of anal to see what their reactions are. Most girls won't immediately admit to being a 3-holer, even if they are, but it never hurts to ask if there's something in particular that's important to you. If you ask tactfully and playfully most girls won't be offended even if they have NO interest in your requests.

When are you going to the PI?

Blazers, interesting to hear your opinions on those girls. I think the tall girl is going to have some BIG tits when she fills out completely. It's fun looking at the pics and seeing how playful they were when taking pics together at the end. God bless the Filipina!

Porker, land in Manilla on 3/19 at 10pm Continental Micronesia. Plan on staying in Manilla through 3/21. I'll be at Oxford Suites. Then off to AC for a few days. I'am leaving the rest of my trip open as I would like to see some other parts of the country. My flight leaves 4/3 for the U.S. I see you'll be landing 4/2, I would love to meet you.

Porker - great report so far. The body on the taller one is SPECTACULAR. And maybe it's only me because I follow the Knicks, but doesn't her face look a lot like Patrick Ewing's?

Listen, I've had about enough of this shit. So she doesn't conform to your elitist Western-ized visions of traditional beauty... Does that make her UGLY? Huh?

BUT, if I WAS to play along with your little childish games, I'd have to say no way to the Patrick Ewing comparison. That face is PURE SCOTTIE PIPPEN, BABY!!!

I still have to say, though, that she didn't look half bad with my dick in her mouth! And for FIVE DOLLARS AND CHANGE the price was sure right!

Von, yes, I'll be in Angeles on 4/2 and may actually be heading to NAIA on 4/3 to meet a cherry boy and escort him to AC. Depending on flight times we could maybe share a ride. You can send me a personal message here on this board or an emial to porquer@yahoo.com and let me know details when you have them. My PI cellphone should hopefully still be working this time too and I can send you the #.

I'm sure she has inner beauty, in addition to those outrageous tits.