“Why—?”
“I just wanted to make a point. You need someone to look after you Godfather.”
“Maybe. Anyway, I reckon you should be complimented by my stupid behaviour.”
“I should—?”
“As I sat there in the hotel filling myself up with Tiger and feeling a breeze whip up my arse that I reckoned could now have accommodated a passenger train I was thinking… why would such an ultra-cute Burmese boy be interested in a clapped out older guy like me?”
“Oh Godfather…”
His tinkling laugh made the phone vibrate and I could imagine him giving a “Whoops!” and a big double take on the other end.
“See you at the Corus Godson?”
“See you at the Corus Godfather.”
Chen was looking at me closely. I’d forgotten he was there, sitting on the other side of the table.
“I’ve never seen you like this before Kevin. I think you’re falling in love.”
CHAPTER SEVEN: Hong Kong
I am always filled with a sense of excitement when I’m flying into a great Asian city perhaps in the late afternoon or early evening. The almost unimaginable energy. The mingling multitudes, the colour, the light, the amazing and sometimes life-changing experiences that may be lurking around the next corner. Singapore, Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur, Shanghai, Hong Kong… actually Honkers, as we say in Australia, is one of my favourite cities on the planet. As an apolitical traveller I haven’t noticed a great deal of change to the city since the Chinese took over from the British. Except that the atmosphere at the new International Airport seems rather grim. Wouldn’t hurt to give us a bit of a smile guys!
However I must say I was somewhat surprised on a recent visit to Hong Kong. When I’m there I always try to make time to go on the Blue Star Ferry. I love sailing from Kowloon across the great harbour and at half a dollar or so it must be the greatest tourist bargain in the world. Anyway while I was at the Kowloon ferry terminal I noticed these prominent posters protesting against the alleged harvesting of body parts from living criminals and dissidents in great factories on mainland China. The posters even identified the executives running these places, calling for them to be brought to justice.
Of course whenever I’m in Hong Kong I also make time to visit the gay saunas. There is a big variety of these in the city and several of them can be great fun. There’s the Big Top Gym and Sauna. On Friday nights they have their Big Cock Competition. If you are Asian and you can present an organ that is at least 15 cm in length and 13 cm in circumference you can get in for free! The same if you are non-Asian and possess a cock that is at least 18 cm by 15 cm. Did I hear someone growl “discrimination?” Come on, it’s all in the fun. I reckon that the receptionist who has to do all the viewing and measuring must have one of the best jobs on the planet!
Actually its been the “received wisdom” for decades that the average cock size is six inches erect (I’m more comfortable with inches than centimetres). This belief originated from the Kinsey Report which was the first comprehensive study of homosexuality. It was carried out in the United States in the nineteen fifties. However there was one big flaw. The researches allowed the men taking part in the study to go into a small room, stimulate themselves and measure their cocks in private! Now we all know, don’t we guys, that males will usually lie about their cocks? A much more recent study has revealed the truth. This time researchers measured the guys’ cocks for them and recorded the results. They revealed that five inches erect is much closer to the truth.
Also in Kowloon there is the ABC sauna, just off Kowloon Road. It’s a small sauna but the facilities are first rate. Most of the customers are young Chinese guys in their late teens or early twenties. Many of them are very pretty and some of them spend an inordinate time in front of mirrors putting on make-up and mascara. They are usually only interested in each other.
Again off Kowloon Road there used to be a sauna that had a “fully nude” policy. However most of the Chinese boys would walk around with their hands demurely concealing their genitals which kind of defeated the point. Perhaps this is why it had to close down. Actually anywhere in the world you can often pick a Chinese boy who is from Honkers because of this genital shyness. It’s not the same on mainland China where the boys are keen on showing off what they’ve got.
My all-time favourite sauna in Hong Kong has got to be Galaxy which is on Kowloon Road just across from the Sheraton Hotel. The exterior is not prepossessing and then there is the extremely ancient elevator that must have been installed in the early days of the twentieth century. As it grinds and shudders I often wonder what would happen if it broke down altogether?
I made my first visit to Galaxy on a Saturday afternoon. After putting my clothes in my locker and collecting my towel I went for a wander. Soon I found myself in a large room where many older guys were singing along to Chinese opera. A couple of them laughed and pointed me in the opposite direction. Obviously they had sussed I wasn’t there for the opera!
I wandered through an archway into a large darkened area which seemed to be chock-a-block with boys and young men. I wondered if I’d come to the right place. Very probably no one would be interested in me. However I was soon proved wrong by hands touching and groping me all over. Soon I was embraced by a short boy who reached for my balls beneath my towel. Then taking me by the cock he led me into a small room. He switched on a light and I was surprised to see that it was already occupied. A very large Chinese chub was lying seemingly unconscious on a bench. The boy sat on the edge of the bench and indicated to me that he wanted me to sit on his prodding cock which I was pleased to do. As I was bouncing up and down the chub woke up and became an interested audience. After the boy came I went prowling in the dark again. Soon I collided with a Chinese boy who was in his late teens or early twenties. I later discovered his name was Eric. He whisked me into a room and soon we were cock sucking in the sixty-nine position. Eric was slim and quite tall. This is the case with many Hong Kong boys. I put it down to superior nutrition which would have been inherited from the British era.
Eric then invited me to fuck him. I didn’t hesitate because I had regained a raging hard on. I got him to lie on his back and I raised his legs so I could inspect his hole. Like just about every other Chinese boy I’ve even been with it seemed clinically clean. I was also sure it would have a delicate oriental taste. Was I being racist? No, just a mad Chinese enthusiast. Anyway, I took his tight balls in one hand and with the index finger of the other I started to explore the hairless magic cave. I pushed my finger up to the first knuckle and Eric gave a soft groan of pleasure. I usually find that Chinese boys only want you to give them one finger. They are usually pretty tight. On this occasion I decided to try two fingers. He was a big boy after all. After I’d finger-fucked Eric for a while I started to introduce the other finger. The boy looked at me in surprise and then gave me a big smile and a bit of a friendly squeeze with his arse muscles. I then took the boy’s balls in my mouth and swirled my tongue around them. After a while I was ready for the probe. I pulled his legs further over my shoulders and touched the opening with the tip of my tongue. There it was! The delicate taste redolent of fragrances borne by the wind over South China Seas. I tried to fill the delicious cavity with my tongue and the boy squirmed with pleasure
I retracted my foreskin and inserted the head of my cock in the boy’s arse hole. He groaned again and pushed himself against me and I went gliding deep inside his body. We set up a compatible rhythm, pretty soon I felt the insane, indescribable pressure building in my tubes.