Date: Sun, 16 May 2021 17:02:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Pounded in Bangkok

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My commanding officer on the deck, was absolutely insistent on my taking
leave. The old man was always correct, it had taken years to understand,
that he was stubborn and tenacious for a reason. Truth be told, I was
hard headed, and being in the military was the greatest honor I could
have imagined. Joining at 18 I didn't go to West Point or the Naval
Academy, but I didn't miss a step enlisted, moving up to a unit known
for deploying violence effectively. Since the days of September 2001, my
unit had been all over the world, and we had cleaned up a lot of garbage.
Sometimes we did it with drones, or with our automatic weapons we had
become very proficient with. Or in my case, up close and personal,
cutting off the air flow to a terrorist scumbag in my big hands.

Growing up in the cold belt of upstate New York, I was now in my 40's,
and helping to lead younger men and a few women into combat zones.
Despite the media's and society's portrayal of young people as selfish
losers, I saw them as heroic, brave, and ready for the task at hand. Who
was I to question their patriotism, especially after seeing what Thomas
Wolfe called the "Right Stuff." Even on the deck of the ship, thinking
of all the good men and women lost, my 6'3 frame was muscular, yet my
heart was saddened for the fallen. We had lost a good amount of wonderful
patriots the past few missions, and I did need to unwind, to help with
the grieving process. People die everyday, but when it's one of your
team, it's a kick to your soul a million times over.

What was I to do for a month? I knew I'd miss being called up in the
middle of the night, for a combat mission to eliminate a threat. Sure I
liked learning more Farsi at language school daily, that supplemented my
Arabic, French, and Spanish. Yet I knew even with strong coffee, and the
daily workout routine of weight lifting and running, I wasn't the twenty
something firebrand I had once been. A quick search of military flights,
showed a rendezvous to Thailand. I had been there before, and knew that I
could not only convalescence there, but the dollar to baht rate was
phenomenal. Here I could disappear in the multi million city of Bangkok,
becoming no one and enjoying the fine time of kathoeys. Asian transgender
women were the best, and I could stay at a exquisite hotel for $30 bucks
a night.

Settled in on my flight, I put the memories of the destroyer in the rear,
and on vacation mode. Doing what I did, my family and friends found it
strange, that my on and off switch was similar to a military K-9 unit. To
me it was like walking down the street. After a few flights, I was at
Bangkok International, and quickly got to my hotel that had been prepaid.
I purposely got a room there, not only for the views of this humming
city, but also because I could meet transgender women working their
trade, or just a nice one in one of the night clubs. My aggression of
testosterone was testing me, as I was very pent up, and I so desired
sliding my cock into some transgender ass. Nothing is better, and the
Asian ones are very feminine. Quite often sailors and others are tricked,
but they learn to pay regardless, because most of them have multiple
black belts in martial arts. One of my former soldiers learned with a
lady that turned out to have balls, and not only was robbed of his money,
but suffered with a jaw that had to be wired shut. I laughed at this
memory at the hotel, where I turned the television on, and crashed to an
action flick.

It was noon when I woke up. I easily crashed for twelve hours. That was a
record, as all I needed to stay awake was adrenaline, coffee, and Sloan.
My body took some time to get going, yet I had to remind myself I was
officially on what civilians call vacation. Perhaps the British were more
correct with "on holiday." Over the past few years age had caught up
with me, as one would expect after halo jumps and hitting pavement fast,
with gear that weighed close to half my weight on some missions. As I
looked in the mirrors I was pleased by my biceps, triceps, and legs that
were oak tree strong. My hairy chest was broad, but the bullet wound in
my abdomen and knife stitches, showed the resolve under the diamond. I
could still run as fast as a college student, and lifted hundreds of
pound with ease, but the greys on my head were reminders. Not so gentle
either, although they were signs of experience.

Putting a t shirt and khaki shorts over my blue briefs, after a hot
shower, I went to a McDonald's for breakfast. Admittedly not healthy,
but it would provide fuel for what I had in mind. Down the street from
the hotel was a massage parlor, run by young transgender women, and
you're damn right I needed a happy ending. For $15 plus tip, I looked
forward to this, despite my secret on duty that I swung both sides of the
highway. I had been to this one previously, and here I was greeted
immediately, and put on a long table. Stark naked, I closed my eyes to
unwind. My penis out on top, soon a very pretty diminutive transgender
lady named Nan introduced herself. We had the room to ourselves which was
nice, as was the trickling water from the fountain. Disrobing she had
nice perky breasts, and the bulge in her orange bikini bottom told me,
that yes I was going to explode everywhere. Nan's orange fingernails
were natural, and damn it felt relaxing to have her touch my shoulder
blades, chest, legs, and soon my cock and balls.

It was as if Nan knew the cadence that my brain danced to. Her hands
cupped my balls, and her fingers around my cock were amazing. I lashed
out in pleasure, my legs looking like they had restless syndrome. Her
smile and those small teeth, the Asian eyes of seduction, and that
perfume caused me to grunt in ecstasy. I knew she had had her fair share
of men before walking in, but this was an experience that was needed. My
cock hardened to levels it rarely did, and I liked looking in her eyes,
seeing those boobs dance along with the bulge in that bikini. Getting
more and more excited, her hands glided musically as I exploded into a
storm of cum almost hitting the ceiling. Breathing heavily, her accent of
English "did you like that handsome." I just continued to erupt.
"Yes!" As she retracted her hands, I grabbed one in my huge ones,
handing her a $20 bill and thanking her. She kissed my cheek and said
"anytime, come back." I was definitely going to, and I wondered if I
could pay to play with Nan. Watching the bra go on, and that peach shaped
ass, I so wanted to fuck her with all of my masculine aggression.

Bangkok and the surrounding burbs are fun to visit. You definitely know
you're in a Buddhist country. Temples and monks everywhere. The royal
family and military are greatly revered, and the locals are friendly,
deferential, and so polite. It was nice to have some of my favorite
dishes for meals again. Many of the restaurants had my beloved Japanese
beers too, and one night I have to admit, I got rather drunk. Due to the
hospitality of Thai culture, a older man and wife I assume, helped me
back to my hotel one night. If that happened in New York I'd have been
mugged or worse. I was finally able to just live in the moment, and let
myself go, which was no easy feat. Then again one evening I was able to
protect a civilian from a wallet snatch, that's the #1 crime
internationally. Years ago the British hung pickpockets publicly, and
during the ceremony, lots more of this activity continued to the
spectators.

Out on the street it happened fast. I watched a pickpocket slide the
wallet, out of an older man's back pocket. He was a tourist, and nothing
singes my brow like taking advantage of the elderly. Other Thai residents
saw this too, and were rightfully angry. I approached the young man who
had stolen this man's wallet. He knew what I meant immediately. Soon the
loud street became quiet, as a crowd observed us in the pace of an
inevitable battle. This douchebag thought he was going to take me down,
but as he used martial arts roundhouse kicks, I grabbed his foot, and
broke his leg. The snapping noise was so loud that people grimaced. He
was crying and screaming in pain. I simply took the wallet back, walked
away to the older gentleman, and was met by respectful bowing residents
who appreciated this good deed. That guy was lucky to have received only
a broken leg, because often I'd do far more damage than that.

Days quickly passed. It was quite a feeling to enjoy the city, and it's
ancient and modern history. Bangkok is the closest I feel to NYC, when
away from the big Apple. There's always something going on. Lots of
entertainment of every type, and the shopping malls are mind blowing. Not
only are they decorated with top grade materials, I wish you luck in
finding any litter. Taking one of the party boats, on the harbor in the
evening was a pleasant experience. Lots of nice people, learned a bit
more about traditional Thai music, and enjoyed being out on the water
again. The good of course was top notch, and the omega 3's in the fish,
probably were providing health benefits. Diet plus exercise are important
in this country, and it's evident with the amount of in shape elderly.
Lots of meditation and tai chi.

Finally one day I was at a park, taking in views of the waterways, when I
was approached by a nice lady. She looked very authentic, genuine in so
many ways, but I knew Moon was a transgender woman. It was nice to be hit
on, as usually I had to take the initiative. Moon was very confident, and
in my eyes along with attractiveness, confidence and intelligence are
extremely sexy. Real turn ons, and before I knew it, Moon and I were
drinking wine at a restaurant in the food district. Standing at 5'4
perhaps in her heels, she looked stunning with her radiant red lips, eyes
that showed passion, and boobs popping out of her tight top. It took
every bit of my self control not to lose it and become unglued. She was
brilliant yet easy to talk to, and while yes my balls were filling and my
dick was hard, she intrigued me on mental and emotional levels.

We started to see each other every day, and when she wasn't working in
the nail salon, we were texting or talking on the phone. Basically we
were becoming inseparable, one step at a time a connection was blossoming
like a flower in the spring time. Minutes became hours, hours became
days, and we enjoyed a traditional dinner at her small apartment. Candles
lit we kissed, and soon we were dancing together. Our fingers
interlocking, lips touching, eyes locked in. The tension was palatable,
as she looked so good in that red little skirt. As she bumped against me,
she went "oooh," as she felt my very enlarged hard on of eight plus
inches primed to pump. The booze was kicking in now, and it was as if
nothing else mattered in the world.

Her diminutive features, holding her face in my hands as if she was a
doll, our tongues met in unbridled passion. Before I knew it. I was on
her bed, and she had my big hard penis in her mouth. It felt so damn
good. The pleasure was intense. Her looking up at me as she did the deed.
I bucked imagine pleasure anticipating fucking her brains out. Her tits
were quite big for her frame, and they felt incredible in my hands, as
did her ass when I took those panties off. Oh yes we were going to make
love and in an intense manner too. As I got the lube out I was light
headed drunk, and she said "thank you Terry."

What? All of a sudden she stood up, and said "tonight you're the one
who's going to get fucked." I was stunned. Never have I allowed
anything or anyone inside me. It didn't compute. An evil Machiavellian
smile on Moons face. I started to sweat, as I was hard, drunk, and
perplexed. It was okay though, as I felt her pinkie in me, with the lube.
This didn't feel great but her touching my penis and balls had me
transfixed. A deer in the headlights. Soon she had two fingers in my rear
end, and it kind of felt slightly pleasurable. It's hard to describe,
but as she fingered my rear end, it was if she was playing the violin
inside me by violating something that never had been.

I tried to tune it out, as I heard the Star Spangled banner. The
commanding officer yelling out our divisions ethics. Explosions of
battles in forests, or close counter excursions ship to ship. Boot camp
and what it was like as a young man, finally breaking down as I cried but
was molded to military standards. The brave men and women I had served
with, or the explosive concussion from our heavy ordinance as it was
fired. Hand to hand combat, and competitive runs for drills, that were to
be done in an exact sequence. So many flashbacks, and total confusion,
silence until I felt the pressure and heard her moan.

I was being fucked by a guy with tits. This couldn't be happening, as I
felt pain that had never been before, yet there were pangs of pleasure
too. This transgender woman I had fallen for, was having her way with me
as I laid on my back. All I could see were her eyes and smile, as her
penis was definitely in my ass. She was feeling my balls, and penetrating
me. It was intense, and I obeyed Moon as she said "just relax." That
was new to me as am hard wired not to do that, but I was glad to be
pleasing her. Soon I was being pumped from behind. My penis did her hard
again, as I guess receiving was a lot of fun too.

She had a four or five inch shaved cock, I'm not sure how guys and
transgender women took me with my eight anymore. It did not feel super
but I went with it as she smiled. She was moaning. Her pumping of me for
harder and more intense, and soon I felt tightening up. The amount and
pressure of her sperm shocked me, but seeing her flush with a smile, I
was relieved she had gotten off. Feeling slightly dirty and used, with
her DNA in my bottom, she went after my cock in her mouth like devouring
a lunch. Oh wow it felt so amazing. Moon knew what she was doing, and
just mere minutes later, my penis was exploding in her mouth. Watching
the sperm on her tongue I screamed out in joy, and this was the night my
tables were turned around. Later on that evening I got to take her as I
saw fit, but later we got on a variable schedule. This was the best
vacation ever, as not only did Moon and I have a pleasant time full of
erotic activities, she taught this salty dog some new tricks.