Despite my PLAN not to see Rina again (at least not so soon, anyway), the next night when we were all out barhopping, I ended up being the only guy that hadn’t hooked up. Merlin ended up coming to my rescue again, as when Rina joined his entourage, she seemed to immediately get hooked up with me. I didn’t mind, as she was a lot of fun in the bar, and she was very flirtatious. I got a bunch of pics barhopping that night of other hombres and their girls. I’ll just post some of Rina doing blow job shots later that night at La Pasha.

Photos: Rina Blo Job 21 22

Some drama did occur that night (besides apparent bill padding at Las Vegas) about my being with Rina the night before. One of Merlin’s barhopping entourage was apparently a mamasan on Fields. As it turned out, apparently Rina’s mamasan in her bar, a situation that we had never even discussed. Well mamasan apparently wasn’t happy getting stiffed while I stuffed her girl. She matter of factly told me I owed her p1000 for a barfine for Rina from the night before. I told her I didn’t owe her a goddamned thing, as I didn’t know her, had never been in her bar, to my knowledge, that entire trip, that I had met the girl drunk at 3 AM in Champagne. And that if she had any problem with the GIRL’S conduct, she needed to take it up with the GIRL (that I had tipped p600 in the morning). I don’t think she expected for me to get in her face like that, but oh well. If Rina got in trouble, I do feel bad, but jeez, it pisses me off for some bitch to think she owns somebody else, and to tell ME that I owed HER ANYTHING was just ridiculous.

After a full night of barhopping, Rina and I had a rather tame version of the night before, and I was again resolved that there would be no encore after that.

Photo: Rina 23

The next day I finally met up briefly with Gitano and we had a late afternoon drink at Caddyshack, the only actual air-conditioned go go bar on Santos. Caddyshack is certainly no great bar, and like in most ex-pat dives, most of the ‘action’ in the place revolved around the pool table.

But I met a little midget girl with HUGE floppy tits – her nickname was BUBBLES!!! I wonder WHY??? -- and I quickly became fascinated with playing with her boobs. She was short and fat, kind of built like a fireplug, but I was tired of screwing flat chested girls so far, and was excited by the variety she offered. So even though she said she had to go home at midnight, I barfined her and took her to the room for some fun.

She wasn’t the best in the sack, but something about the way my dick fills up the little shorties keeps me amused. Especially when they have tits like sacks of rice!

Photos: Bubbles 24 25 26

Bubbles actually got dinner out of me before a second round when El Pelon and a first time visiting buddy of his wanted to try out the new Bourbon St. restaurant on Fields, near Viper bar. The food was OK, but overpriced. They had some lame jazzy trio for ‘mood’ music. The female singer was actually SMOKING hot, and EP’s cherry boy buddy, a guy with a LOUD voice, I’d guess late 50’s, was all excited thinking maybe he could barfine her. Uhmmm, don’t think so, dude… He then turned his attention to our teenaged waitress. The guy was giving dirty old men a bad name!

After round 2 Bubbles got her exit visa and some trike fare home. Yeah, I was feeling generous.

During prime time for barhopping, we ended up at Camelot, and a girl I knew from being a giggly waitress at Kokomoz (and an ex-pat acquaintance’s GF before that) latched on to me and dragged us to a table upstairs. She then proceeded to jam her tongue down my throat and grind her deliciously bony ass right into my crotch’s sweet spot. Thanks to Vitamin V I still had wood left over after two rounds with Bubbles not long before that, and this chick got the motor revving BIG TIME. It didn’t hurt that I had often wanted to just bend her over one of the tables at Kokomoz and give her a tumble right there!

There were rumblings from MongerX about a pool party at his hotel out on the perimeter, and I had a big bottle of Cazadores tequila that I hadn’t managed to open yet. I asked the ex-Kokomoz chick if she wanted to go swimming with us, and she said sure. But of course there was a little business to take care of first…

And man, pent up lust feels GOOOOOD when you finally let it out! The super skinny chick was cleaning my tonsils while I did my best to bury my cock in her SPLEEN!

Photo: Ex Kokomoz 27

Of course, when that excited, I don’t tend to last terribly long, and pretty soon we were cleaning up and packing for our trike ride to Sunset Garden hotel for a late night pool party.

Hippie and MongerX were already there, and Mx had bit of an entourage with him that night himself: One SMOKING hottie, one with giant cans (Mx’s main girl of the trio), and some troll that I was told had stink box that was along for the ugly cousin brownie points. I may be wrong, but I think it was Hippie’s intimate moment with the ugly cousin in the corner of the pool that brought out the stink box remarks. YUCK!

My ‘date’ was a total dud after round one in the sack. She refused to go in the water, smoked like a fiend, refused to drink tequila with us, then, finally complained about being cold, so I let her wear my shirt (that was like a dress on her). The cold complaints continued, so we headed back a bit prematurely and then I got the pleasure of having her thrash around the bed all night while I was trying to sleep. Chalk up more anecdotal evidence for the benefits of kicking them out after short time!

The next day Hunterman arrived for his first day in the Philippines, and MongerX and I met up with him and hit some early opening bars. On our way up Fields past Dollhouse, Mx and I both saw a door girl with absolutely MASSIVE tits. As my mouth dropped open and I moved in for a better look, Mx HIP CHECKED ME and then used his large size advantage to keep me posted up behind him as he started interviewing her. Next thing we knew we were following them inside, and a moment after being seated at a booth along the side wall, I saw a chick with nice legs and even BIGGER tits than Mx’s girl walk by in a waitress uniform. Nobody was gonna be hip checking me out of the way THIS TIME, and I jumped out of my chair to go follow that rack!

Dollhouse girl smiled over the attention, but seemed extremely shy in the booth when I dragged her over to have a drink. Hunterman had half the dancers in the bar surrounding him, and got many oohs and aahs as they took turns feeling his package.

I tried VERY hard not to just gush mushy stuff at the girl with me who was showing cleavage for what HAD to be one of the biggest sets of tits I had ever seen in my life. It was instant love, and I tried not to smother her with attention. But she also wasn’t helping me out in the least.

When it was clear that Mx and Hunterman were both going to barfine girls, I figured I’d pop the question too, and I got a lackluster response in return. But she didn’t say NO, so I whipped out the barfine money and asked her to go change.

There will be much more written about Dollhouse girl in subsequent adventures, but she certainly wasn’t very warm to me when I first met her. I’m not sure she likes men a whole lot in general. But while she didn’t seem too HAPPY to be with me that first day, she also wasn’t protesting about anything.

Back in the room, sex with her was OK, and when properly warmed up, she could be very horny. But she seemed to think sex was finished when she came and/or if it started to hurt. By this point in the trip, I could have fucked ALL DAY. Our motors were certainly running at different speeds. But the one constant was her HUMOUNGOUS BREASTS! When all else failed, there was always titty fucking, and with her that was like praying at the ALTAR of bigtitdom. This was no SMALL girl, and she had a gut on her, but oh my GOD her tits are works of art. They were significantly bigger than Pattaya grandma’s, and that is saying a LOT!

Photos: Dhouse 28 29

After a couple rounds and some in room laziness, we met up with the group again at Sub Delicious for dinner. Early on at the table the bamboo gossip mill took over, and Dollhouse girl told me that Hunterman’s girl was wanting to go home and was trying to make excuses. I think Hunterman was happy to be rid of her.

We barhopped for a bit that night, but my girl just seemed a bit bored by it all, which affected my mood as well. She did liven up a bit when we went to Jungle bar and hung out with her roommate (a bartender) for a little while, but I wasn’t going to sit there and buy lady drinks all night. So we went back to the room and hung out there. I REALLY loved the girl’s body, but there didn’t seem to be any mutual feelings. Oh well, I’ve been in one-sided relationships with bar girls before!

She stuck around until it was time to get ready for work in the morning, which was fairly early for her as a dayshift waitress at Dollhouse. Since she didn’t mention seeing her that evening, I didn’t either, and she didn’t have a cellphone at the time. I figured I knew where to find her, and from talking to her, it sounded like she didn’t barfine much, despite a LOT of attention from big tit loving guys. Like me.

That afternoon was a Thursday, which is the day for the afternoon Sons of Bacchus party at one of the bars on Fields, which happened to be Jungle that week. The show put on by a small group of girls from different participating bars was a lot more animated than the ones a year earlier when Blazers and I were judges at Las Vegas, but the only real attraction to these weekly parties is free-flowing free booze (well, included in p500 entrance fee), and I got several sheets to the wind until it became time to shift over to Voodoo for the free ‘aftermath’ party.

With several people I knew in a group at the aftermath party, I figured I’d break out the bottle of tequila there, and before I knew it, a LITTLE drunk turned into I CAN’T SEE STRAIGHT falling down drunk.

If you all think my camera work usually sucks, here’s what happens when I’m PLASTERED!

Photos: Bananitas 30 31 32

There’s only one thing to do at that point, take a little nap and sleep things off before cleaning up and trying to recapture a buzz a but later.

And later that night I ended up getting a dark-skinned spinner at Dirty Duck to screw the HELL out me! The girl was like a damned boom2 MACHINE, and she pretty much tore me up.

Photos: DDuck 33 34 35 36

Have I mentioned before that I LOVE ANGELES CITY!

Ahh even more great memories. This was a great trip indeed.

Yes my little mini entourage the night we had the pool party. The ugly cousin is one of the cock sucker supremes from Nifty's. The stink box arose when she and I were taking pre-pool showers in my room where I was getting supremely fluffed by her great BJ. She was very horny a eager to get plugged but as soon as I got her leggs open a little --- Ah Jeezus overwhelming stinkbox! I quickly tried to exit while she was begging for it. Thankfully Hippie came to the rescue and got seduced by her in the pool. She must not of had any pussy farts bubble up and the chlorine masked the smell. Thanks Hippie. Although I must admit that I did get a very good 3-way BJ before I sent the hottie and cousin home and settled in with ubber rack for the night.

Ah the Big Titty Doll house girl. Now if I recall correctly we were heading there because I had already talked to Christina and had laid the gorund work to get acquainted - thanks to Phenom the Singaporean Melon Hunter. Of course when I saw her at the door displaying magnificent cleavage, I knew I needed to employ some aggressive cock blocking against big titty poachers like you and hunterman. I just had to protect the lead I had cultivated. I am glad I did, as I know you and HM were going to be white or rice with her.

Great Chapter and it's a lot of fun reliving the memories. It's getting me pysched for my return to AC after almost a 2.5 month absence.

Porker,

You actually did pretty well with the pics taken when you were plastered -- i.e. you get people in your pics. I also go trigger happy w/my camera when I get plastered, but it's mostly pics of body parts, ceilings and stuff.

I wasn't aware of the probl w/the mamasan, but you handled the mamasan well. I've known the particular mamasan for awhile now and she gets overly greedy and illogical when it comes to money. What I later found out was that Rina had not been reporting to work for a few days, and when she joined us in mid-barhop, I was assuming she was taking that night off. Still, the mamasan had some big cajones to try to get money from you like that.

Anyways, I kinda missed the melo-dramas of the typical day in AC. I'm sure there was drama when I was in Indonesia, but I just wasn't too aware of them I guess as I didn't know what the conversations were about.

Hahaha re: cousin's stinkbox. Might have to employ Epi checks before adding them to the entourage in the future.

Mx, I do recall you mentioning your SIN friend's recommendation later on, but your moving pick was purely motivated out of going GAGA over that rack when you saw it in the street! I'm glad it worked out for you. 'Second' prize definitely worked out for me. As for Hunterman, well, he'll always have them Perimeter bars!

Merlin, I saw that mamasan chick last week, the same night I saw Rina, and she was super friendly to both Hippie and myself. Probably a good person to have in your corner, but she was barking up the wrong tree for a mamasan's fee for Rina.

I agree re: feeling a little out of the loop in the Indo behind the scenes action. Fortunately (???) the only drama I ever got in Jakarta was whether or not I was going to repeat with a previous short time girl or not.

Is it just me, or does anyone else see just a hint of Marge Simpson in the DDuck1 photo?

Dang Porker!!!!

Your report is particularly painful for me. You see, I was actually SUPPOSED to be in Manilla this week. Sounds good - unless the Promethian burdon is there as well.

I can picture you an Hippie there in the adventure. Just remember that a few of us have seen some of the things hang'n off of you in Miami Bar before you passing visual judgement on the guy!

Great story as always. If you happen to be in TJ around the 29th.... yeah I know

Shadow, don't worry, I just make this shit up to amuse myself. None of this stuff ever really happens. The best I can do in this hobby is freebie all-nighters out of Miami club in TJ. Please keep telling yourself that, as I would never want to contribute to a hombre's depression.

I am indeed curious, however, how the Senator has managed two extended trips to Thailand in the last two years and you somehow got left behind both times? Sounds like he's more motivated than you? Where there is a WILL there's a WAY!

Re: Marge, that's a bit sick, but I see the facial resemblance. If she FUCKED like that girl, Homer was a lucky bastard once upon a time.

Porker

naaa - I have Rooster and The Senator keep my depression in perspective. I read your reports out of masochistic pleasure

Next weekend should be fun. Alee says that some mutual acquainteces of ours are back to work.

The Senator has always had much better BS than me for extended beednayz trips. I'm trying to get that fixed.

Best discussed over a cool one.

Six months later....

Shadow is still working on getting that "fixed". Rooster and I are being more proactive in helping Shadow cement his B.S. - and with the logistics. Dates in Oct are etched in Stone (see calendar).

3 1/2 months later....

I just gave up Shadow's Dynasty Inn room and shuttle reservations for this month. It's sad. He still has no passport.

So, Porkers, Shadow will get left behind AGAIN!

Damn guys, I just love reading this trip reports, commentary and general banter.

Makes me laugh a lot!

I hope I get to party with you guys someday, hopefully in Indo.

Thanks for the writing!