Armstrong - Burmese Boy A Gay Sex Odyssey

DayThermos is reputed to be one of the best gay saunas in Kuala Lumpur. Youllfind it near the Grand Imperial Hotel. Just walk down an alley at the side ofthe hotel and you will find Day Thermos. Its just opposite the famous Blue Boygay bar. On its exterior the Day Thermos establishment presents itself as amale gymnasium. It has a modest amount of gym equipment in one small roomcertainly, but theres a lot of action that goes on within that could notstrictly be called gymnastic. But as the old clich goes caution is thebetter part of valour. I love clichs and when you think about it clichsusually become clichs because they are true.

In anycase the operators of Day Thermos can be forgiven for being somewhat cautiousbecause male to male sex is still outlawed in Malaysia. Indeed there used to bea huge black and white photo of the back of a naked young man in the lockerarea. The young guy had his hand over his arse. The message was clear. Howeveron my last visit I noticed that the photo had been taken down. Because ofoccasional police harassment in KL, gay saunas there usually dont supply freecondoms and lube so you will need to take your own.

Thefront counter staff at the sauna are usually friendly and on my last visit theentrance fee was RM30.00. You will be issued with a key and a locker number. Bythe way, the lockers with their imitation hardwood finish are the mostglamorous I have encountered anywhere. Even the restrooms are luxuriouslydetailed.

I mademy first visit to Day Thermos a couple of years ago. As I left the locker areawrapped in a blue towel I wondered if I would be welcomed by the regulars. ImCaucasian and past the first bloom of youth as the saying goes. Clichsagain. I neednt have worried. Within a minute or so of entering the small,dark steam sauna area (more about this region later) and sitting on a bench, Ihad a black, thick uncut cock pushed into my hand. As my eyes adjusted to thegloom I saw that I was sitting next to a very handsome young Indian fellow.Over the next ten minutes or so I helped him release his load. With my wrist feelinga little the worse for wear (clichs!) I politely refused his helping hand orlips as I had more exploring to do.

Imounted a metal staircase to the next level. I quickly saw that this mostlyconsisted of a busy shower area, the small gym mentioned above and a corridorwhich ran past a row of small rooms. Because it was mid-afternoon most of thedoors were still open but there were plenty of guys of varying ages looking outfor prospects. By the way, although money boys can be something of a pest in Thailandssaunas Ive never been asked for money in a sauna in Malaysia or Singapore.

A youngMalaysian boy was making gestures and I realized he wanted me to go into one ofthe rooms. We didnt exchange a word we didnt have to. I quickly realizedthat he wanted to be blown. One of things I love about many Malaysian boys (andthere are plenty of other factors let me tell you) is their smooth, almosthairless bodies. Your hand sweeps down over the golden chest, the flatstomach...and encounters a sudden glorious jungle a luxurious bunch ofglistening black pubic hair enshrining a smooth uncut cock. His foreskin wasjust the length that I like sufficient to cover the glans when inrepose but without too much overhang which, visually, can be a little gross.Or am I being too fussy? Actually Ive found that most Malay and Thai boys(maybe Im just lucky) tend to have their foreskins neatly proportioned. Go toEuropean cities like Vienna or Berlin and you may have trouble finding the headin too generous folds of skin. Or maybe Im exaggerating. But I think that ithas something to do with the climate of those countries. In South-East Asiacocks, because of the heat, dont need so much protection. In the depths of anicy European winter on the other hand, penises need wrapping. Thats my theoryanyway perhaps one day someone will carry out a scientific study.

Ipeeled back the foreskin and took the cock fairly easily in my mouth and theboy started gently thrusting. My taste buds tingled and I took his balls inhand and held and squeezed them gently. With my other hand I explored thatintimate region between testicles and rectum. The boy immediately lifted hisleft leg in the air and I knew what else he desired. My finger tips gentlytouched the rippled and hairless rim of the magic cave and the boy for thefirst time kissed me full on the mouth and rubbed his tongue against mine.Gently I pushed my index finger up to the first knuckle and I there was asudden intake of breath. At the same time the rectum muscles were gripping myfinger so I pushed it further inside until I touched something smooth andround...the boy gave a shudder and released his load into my mouth. The tastewas sweet but with an added, somewhat mysterious tang. Perhaps its just my imaginationbut Ive often found the taste of Asian boys to be not as salty as those fromcooler climes.

All atonce the encounter was over and the boy grabbed his towel and headed out thedoor. We hadnt exchanged a word.

Iveoften noticed in gay saunas that if the mood isnt right then you can hangaround for an hour or more sans any kind of interest or action. You canstand wrapped in your towel silently cursing the wasted afternoon or tellingyourself that you just popped in for relaxation in the spa or a drink at thebar maybe. But when the action starts it often carries on like a game of pingpong. Consequently as I followed the now unloaded boy out of the door and intothe corridor I found myself getting signals from another smooth-skinnedMalaysian. He was older than the boy, probably in his mid-twenties. The youngman took me into another room and gestured for me to get up onto a plasticcovered bench. Fortunately he had a condom and a small tube of lube. Becausethis was my first visit to a sauna in KL I hadnt realized you had to supplyyour own. I saw that the guys cock was almost painfully erect, no foreplayrequired here... he just wanted to get down to it. He asked me to get onto myhands and knees. He was rather tired because hed been fucking all afternoonand this would be the easiest position for him. I complied, spreading thecheeks of my arse. His fingers, generously wet with lube explored the rim of myhole and then gently started probing inside. I told him that he would need togo easy at first because I was pretty tight, like an eighteen year old. Helaughed... but very slowly pushed the head of his cock into my now slipperyarse. I gasped and my arse muscles, almost of their own accord, gripped. Therewas a wave of pain but it wasnt too radical because the young mans cock wasof medium size in length and girth. I never use the term average. No one onthis planet is average. I knew that the pain would soon recede. Sure enough,after a few moments the young man started to push further and my arse musclesloosened in welcoming fashion. Also, I was now confident enough to push againstthe cock and we soon set up a gentle but satisfying rhythm. At the same timehis hand was wanking my cock. All too soon the young man cried out and I felt thatalways mysterious organic pressure brimming in my tubes. Spurts of my loadsplashed on plastic and the young man withdrew his now deflated prick from myarse. After curiously examining the contents of the condom he was gone. I saton the bench feeling somewhat deflated. Already I was missing the young boywith the glistening pubic hair. Because I had immediately gone with the olderman I felt like an unfaithful slut. How crazy was that? Go figure. Time to headback to the Corus Hotel, a couple of quiet Tiger beers at the bar and a fewsongs from the girl band.