A Gorgeous Buddy in Asia (eBook)

Ladyboys

I am back in Basak at an apartment hotel, a complex surrounded by a five-meter-high wall with walled-in broken glass bottles at the top and with twenty - four hours of security surveillance. The area is a bit tricky in that you should not go out at all after dark. In the night, many attacks have taken place on a stretch of about one hundred and fifty meters, up to the Gaisano Grand Mall area in Basak.

    About thirty apartments of different sizes within the apartment area are very tastefully furnished with handmade Philippine wicker furniture. The apartment I rented was a studio with a wide bed and a living room with a kitchenette in a typical Filipino style and air conditioning of the latest environmentally friendly model. The rent was one hundred fifty dollars a month.

Lareci has lived here now for three nights; after the last of them, she regained her period. So, she is not pregnant. She got the job back too, and I have my allergy; otherwise, everything is fine, except that I suspect that my bridge in the lower jaw is about to give up in the end. I have had problems with it over the weekend. Paradontosis pain, I think. However, it will be significantly cheaper to fix it here than at home in Sweden. Up to eight times more affordable.

Lareci now works as a contract employee. No security at all. There are so-called permanent jobs where the employer has pressure from the government to pay the minimum wage, which is two hundred and sixty-seven pesos a day in Cebu and three hundred and ninety in Manila. But instead, they make it to fire the permanent employees because the company is doing poorly. Then they re-employ people as contract employees—ugly tricks without the trade union.

I am afraid when Lareci comes home, and we will go to bed. She is banging the mind out of me every night. It was a pinch until the morning twig because then my Cialis had started to work correctly.

So, the phallus was fit for the fight all night long. But she does not want to practice from behind or ride. I may well introduce this later when the equipment is running again.

I go to the beach every day and exercise. On one such occasion, I met a charming girl on a relatively deserted beach. She is only seventeen years old, penniless, and has no parents. I feel so sorry for her, so I gave her a hundred pesos for food yesterday. We swam and talked and sang karaoke, and I mentioned she had a consummate voice. I feel for her like a daughter.

Today I went to the same place, clean and greenish-blue fresh water, and she was there.

When I arrived at Maiz, which is her nickname, I reacted to the fact that she did not jump into the water as usual. She insisted that I swam and said I could put my pants closer to her. I swam for a while, and after a time, I saw that she was sitting right next to my pants. But I thought she was watching them. We have had contact for a few days, and she has my mobile number, and I have hers.

When I was back, she had suddenly changed her mind and wanted to swim. I asked her during the bath about adoption because I had talked to Lareci about adopting Maiz, and she was not against it.

The girl is very charming and musical. She plays guitar and sings.

I said we would go to a mall together. I wanted to offer food and buy a pair of jeans for her, so the five hundred pesos I was wearing could be put to fair use.

When we got up, and I changed, I felt in my pocket. The money was gone.

There was no eating, buying jeans, or adoption. Though I did not want to think she took the money, unfortunately, it must be so. I texted her, asking if she "borrowed" my five hundred pesos out of my pants while I swam but got no answer.

Lareci wants to tie me up; it is clear now. Usually, we watch TV without any bonking. But yesterday, she started with a "special massage" while watching TV, and it ended with a bedroll, of course. But I did not ejaculate, and it is probably due to too much sex.

   She is so tight, so I can barely get him in. He shrinks, poor thing, in pure self-preservation, and then it goes better later. Then it somehow grows into her gradually. But she is nice, Lareci.

   But what an intellectual drought—just watching TV, cooking, laundry, and erotica in the bedroom and no philosophical discussions at all. And she hardly knows what music is. But I like her the way she is.

  Right now, I do not feel like doing anything other than chasing women. But how difficult it is to distinguish between girls and ladyboys! In Angeles City, I was at a resto-bar, and there was a beautiful girl, handsome in all the ways. I sat at the bar guzzling beer. At the left side of me sat a waitress, and on the right side stood the handsome Joyce fingering on the outside of my pants, where the unsuspecting beaver basher slept safely along the inside of the lining. The waitress observed the situation, and her gaze could not be described in words. Distaste! In that direction, it was. She gaggled something in Tagalog to Joyce, who immediately removed her fingers from me with an embarrassed expression.

Later, Joyce told me that she was a ladyboy and had undergone surgery three years ago to become gay with a tiny willie.

Moreover, she wanted to come to me and "give me what I was supposed to want," but I said, like the famous Swedish troubadour, Cornelis Vreeswijk, in the famous ballad "How Don Quixote went on a blow" that "I am not like that, I." It was about when Cornelis came across two transvestites whom he defended against by using a small pocketknife. He was sentenced to prison for this act, and then he wrote this ballad. So that was with that case.

Cornelis' ballad did not help when I met Cherry. She said she liked me because I had a well-trimmed body and was not overweight like many foreigners sitting and babbling in taverns everywhere. We were seated inside a supermarket near Gorordo Avenue in Lahug, Cebu, this Sunday afternoon. I offered her today´s specialty, which was fish stew in sweet and sour sauce.

    Meanwhile, while we were sitting, she patterned me, and mostly she looked all the time at my crotch, so I was almost feeling shy.

- Do you want to go with me to my room? I asked.

- Yes, absolutely, we can have an excellent time there only you and I, Cherry replied sublimely.

After which, she laid her firm hand on mine. We thus got up from the table and went down to the taxi station outside entrance B. There was a long queue, but after twenty minutes we came away in the taxi. Cherry, yes ... I must admit, she had a genuinely lovely neck profile, albeit a bit masculine. But I also like slightly masculine women.

Eventually, we came to my room in the middle of Lapu Lapu. I had an excellent luxury room with a jacuzzi, a bar compartment, and a cable TV that I rented for hundred-fifty dollars per month. We showered properly sequentially. When we were done, we sat down next to each other, and suddenly Cherry said:

- I am sorry, but I just got my period. Can we do something else, maybe just as lovely, if not more amicable anyway?

- What could it possibly be?  I asked cautiously.                                                                                                  

- I like to play with boys' stuff, you understand. Can I see yours?

- Yes, it goes well, I thought.

So, I let Cherry open the fly. But it was a bit difficult to get it out because it was in a tense situation. However, after a few minutes, she managed to get it out and was delighted when she saw in what a magnificent state it was.

However, it was at least three weeks since I had had a girl last, so it really exploded in it, and therefore I said:

For God's sake, I will soon reach climax if you do not take it easy. But Cherry said excitedly:

- I love sucking big horse cocks until they spit wildly.  She looked so pleadingly, so I exclaimed enchanted:                                                                                                   - Ohh, my dearest, suck me off as good as you can!

And what a blowjob she gave me, standing on her knees in front of me in the romantically dim light with the plump bust in a minimal bra right next to it. Her lips were like a compressed suction cup. First, she drove some runners from the top via the wide flange and down to the root but did not get it into her mouth. Then she fixed herself on the mushroom head and dribbled the top of it. Now I felt that at any second, it would be ready to explode. So, I shouted:

- Ohh, I am coming soon, my dearest Cherry!

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