Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2024 11:16:41 +0000 From: paraxbkk Subject: Cambodian Hard Candy Cambodian Hard Candy Prologue - The boy certainly looked younger than 18, that he had going for him. But even after many years of fucking them - of using them, I should say - I find it hard to pinpoint the exact age of Asian boys. I picked this one up from Dream Boy, one of the last gay go-go bars remaining in Bangkok. I didn't even bother asking for his name. I simply mentioned his number to the staff, paid the bar fine, and took him to my hotel a few blocks down. They are pros, these boys. And despite his age, he clearly had years and years of experience. A well-developed instinct of which touch does the trick. How to get his temporary boss (though I prefer to think of myself as temporary owner) to cum as quickly as possible, collect the three thousand baht fee (about eighty dollars), and get back to the bar to repeat this a few more times the same night. But I know their game, and I can play it better. I don't give him any opportunity to take the lead, but instruct him to undress, to bend over, and submit to me. I'll use spit or a tiny bit of cum, depending on how horny I am and how loose the hole is. This boy didn't need much more than a bit of spit to take my nine inch cock. He screamed and begged me 'slow, slow, slow', but I don't care if it hurts for him, as long as it's not too dry for my dick to hurt. He eventually admitted defeat and got used to it. The screams turned into moans as I fucked him at rapid pace, making sure to reach the depths of his ass. It's a big turn-on for me, abusing a hole that's been used as often as this one in a way that makes them feel the pain they haven't felt in a long time. In the end they always love it. Being used like that, having the pain become pleasure, it's a form of surrender that they can get addicted to. Even the straight ones, which most of these go-go boys are. I can control my cum, but got bored after half an our of using the boy. I pulled out, turned him around, smacked his face with an open hand a few times and forced his mouth open. He instinctively put his tongue out, and I rewarded it with a stream of hot cum. He looked at me as if he wanted to ask if he had to swallow, but quickly realized there was no question about it. He closed his mouth, swallowed, and made my seed part of him. He wanted to take a quick shower, and I let him. When he got back, he asked me in surprisingly good English if I wanted to connect on Line, the local messenger app. 'Sorry boy, you're a bit too old for me' I replied. 'You visit Cambodia?' the boy asked. I had no plans to visit, and asked him why he asked. 'From Cambodia. Near Phnom Penh is place where have young. I start work when I eleven. Go and say my name, they will trust you and my family get money. My brothers work there now. Nick is fifteen, Pete is twelve.' Cambodia was the place to go for underage boys, or girls for that matter, I knew that. But even during my visits to the capital and Siem Reap, I never found any track of this so-called widely present circuit. There's nothing to find online, everyone who is lucky enough to be in the know, is wise enough not to share it with any online community or forum where there could be the wrong people on the other side of the internet connection. The only way to get an in was to win the trust of the right people. Could I really have hit the jackpot with this random moneyboy in Bangkok? It seemed too good to be true. But then again, it did make sense. The thought of a boy brothel in the shadows of Phnom Penh got me rock hard again and lucky for me there was a naked and clean boy right there at my disposal. Without as much as a word I pushed him on the bed again and forced my throbbing cock in his gaping ass. I fucked him quick and with purpose, a tool to unload a bit of the excitement that was building up in me. I only needed five minutes to cum deep in his ass. Not a second too short for the boy, who's ass was starting to bleed a bit from the rough pounding it was undergoing for the second time in the space of forty minutes. He had a look on his face that was somewhere between a smile and a cry. But he thanked me, got dressed, and used the hotel pencil and notepad to write down the info he promised to share. I doubled his fee and gave him six thousand cash, considerably more than the fee for even an overnight stay. He bowed down and did a wai, the Thai hand gesture to express sincere gratitude. For me, the money was no issue. While on the other hand the information he had given me might be invaluable and could very well change the course of my life. If it turned out to be accurate, I was finally going to live out my deepest and darkest fantasies. The moment the boy left, I booked the first flight to Phnom Penh. I had no time to lose. --- Want to share feedback or story ideas? Feel free to reach out at paraxbkk@proton.me