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Three trees down-- on the road to Bangkokthis story is part of the FanClub (mm:masturbation, 1577 words)

Author: Self-serving
Added: Jun 27 2000Views / Reads: 2790 / 1827 [65%]Story vote: 8.67 (3 votes)
A young man discovers sites not covered in travel guides while alone in the hills of South East Asia. Writings from an Asian adventure
 


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Three trees down-- on the road to Bangkok

A young man discovers sites not covered in travel guides while alone in the hills of South East Asia. Writings from an Asian adventure

He can't be! I questioned myself. This is too much. Way out here away from everyone? I crept a little closer trying not to crack to the dry undergrowth and branches under my feet, I needed to a get a better look at his face; his facial expression must be visible. I stashed my backpack in the vegetation, moving around patch of vines and through the rice paddy, I inched closer. The sun dropped down over head, the humidity of the day going away with it, perspiration finally leaving my sodden shirt the approaching night air chilling my nipples. I reached the edge of the clump of trees; bamboo, vines and litchi fruit trees all competed for energy at the edge of the rice paddy. The object of my pursuit sat three trees down. Him with his pants down, in the middle of a field, sat a young man, petting his hard cock.

It looked like any other scene from those Vietnam War movies I watched too many times; rolling, mountainous terrain with palm trees outlining rice paddy plots locals shaded by their bamboo triangular hats walking barefoot, knee-deep in the goo of a rice field. I almost expected hear the boom of artillery off in the distance or the smell of napalm in the morning. This time however, there was no fighting, just a man with his cock erect and his balls dangling in the late after noon breeze--- ...

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