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Fun With Pills Part 2 by Debt Star

Posted by Debt Star | Blog, Reader Submissions | Posted on March 10th, 2010

Part 1, Part 3

I had planned a multi-city trip for the first couple of weeks of December 2009.  I would leave on December 3rd for Korea, spend the better part of a week there to get caught up with old friends and ladies (in both senses of the terms), and then head to Thailand.  My trip to Korea went something like this.

I landed at Inchon Airport.  I spent 5 days in Seoul.  I left.

Next stop, Land of Smiles.  The one nice thing about Korea for me is that it gives me the chance to catch up on sleep and get used to the regional time zone.  This lets me hit the ground running by the time I get off the plane in Bangkok.  I bed down at Woraburi for the night.  I scout around the next day for a cheaper hotel (I end up checking in at The Swan) and then I start my pharmaceuticals shopping.

I walked up Sukhumvit to Little Korea by soi 12.  On the first floor of the plaza towards the back on the left side is a small Korean Store/Pharmacy.  I bought a 4-pack of Red Ginseng energy drink.  Ginseng acts as a nice pick-me-up, although I have to be careful with mixing alcohol with Ginseng as I start getting belligerent the more drunk I am.

Back down Sukhumvit, I stopped in at the Drug Store on the corner of Sukhumvit and Soi 4.  I picked up a bottle of Lecithin.  More horse capsules.  Great.

I noticed there was Apcalis available but I didn’t purchase.  At this stage, I wasn’t ready to admit that I needed ED medication.  That stuff was for old guys and for people with medical problems, not me I thought to myself.  Picked up some groceries at a Family Mart and headed to the Swan.

Back in my room, I commenced pill popping.  A Lecithin, a Red Ginseng, and a Gatorade chaser and I was ready to go on the prowl.

First stop, Big Mango.  Lunch and several Beer Laos later and I was starting to feel downright civilized.  Speaking of lunch, whenever the dish allows, I always sprinkle plenty of garlic powder for an extra energy and immune boost to my body.  By then, the Ginseng was kicking in.  I was feeling good and getting enthusiastic about my stay in Bangkok.  In other words, I was getting a boner.  Out came my little blue book.  I looked up the names of some ladies I had met at bars I had scouted out last August.  Ladies that I didn’t get a chance to plumb the depths of last time I was in town.  One name jumped out at me.  Wan.  She was a server girl at Spanky’s Bar in the Plaza.  I figured she wouldn’t be in until evening, so I wandered back to the Swanplex to see what there was to see.

On the way, I stopped at Finnegan’s Irish Pub.  A place to drink beer, not much to write home about it.  Upscale compared to what I was once common on Soi Nana.  Spent a little while flirting with the Mamasan behind the bar, then moved on.

Headed up to the row of bars along Soi 6.  Again, standard issue bar beers.  Sat and listened to a drunken German guy obsessing about President Bush.  “Bush ist scheiss, er ist scheiss,” he kept ranting.  I didn’t bother to inform him that, not only was Bush not president, but that the current president was non-Aryan.  Would’ve broke his little schnitzel-eating heart.  Looked around and checked out the local talent.  No one particularly jumped out at me.  So I headed on.

On the way up the Soi, one of the girls in front of Naree Massage gave a little shout and ran over to see me.  “You remember me”, she yelled excitedly.

Ordinarily, when someone yells words to that effect, it either means I owe money or I broke something.  Either way I usually take off running.  In this case, I was still buzzed on the pills, so my mind was actually working fast for a change.  I instantly remembered Kai, the hot Naree girl whom I visited last August.

“Of course I remember you.  I came inside you,” I replied.

“You want massage now?”

It was still only mid-afternoon, plenty of time until Nana Plaza opened.  “Sure,” I said.

The rooms in the new building at Naree Massage are big, clean, and really nice looking.  After a quick shower and a nice oil massage, we made love dirty cowgirl style.  I like the Naree girls for being very talented, sexy, and fun loving.

After settling up the tab, I headed back to my hotel for a power nap.  I slept for a few hours and woke up about 7 or so.  Some more Lecithin and I was ready to party.

I stopped in a couple of clubs first.  Hit Rainbow 1 but I didn’t see Gib from last August.  I had a few drinks at DC-10, drank a few more in the open air bars down in the pit, then stopped in the Hollywood Inn to say hello to the night managers I met last time.  I wanted to see if they still had the mechanical bull at Carnival, but there were so many ladyboys hassling people on the veranda that I figured it must be ladyboy country there now.

I headed down to Spanky’s.  Inside, the server girl I had my eye on was working.  I waved her over.  She remembered me from last time and was happy that I made it back to Bangkok.  I bought her some lady drinks while we caught up on old times.  Eventually, she agreed to be barfined by me.

We grabbed a taxi over to The Grace Hotel parking lot.  She led me to an after hours dance club.  The place was really crowded, but we both had a good time.  No one seemed to mind that I couldn’t dance for shit, drunk or sober.  I noticed that the waiters would keep a large tip for themselves every time they brought back my change for the drink money, though.

So, back to the room.  We showered up and engaged in a little oral fooling around on her boobs before we got down to business.  I was really wasted by this time, but I still had enough presence of mind to reach into the drawer in the nightstand to get out a condom.

A few words on the Chemwar gear.  I had seen the commercials on TV back in the World about the new Trojan Elite condoms.  The ad claimed that “it feels like you’re not wearing anything at all.”  So I got a box before heading out.  I hadn’t tried one on before I came over.  I wished now I had.

Christ, the damn thing was the size of a SAC pride hanger!  The hanger you park a B-52 heavy bomber in with room to spare!  Between the horse capsules, the pride hangers, the expanding US females, and my shrinking slick willy I was thinking, What? did the world get a case of thyroid dysfunction when I wasn’t looking?  Everything except me is getting bigger!

I put the condom on, sort of.  I understand now why Trojan could advertise that “it feels like you’re not wearing anything.”  The damn thing was so big my dick wasn’t touching the inside except the band at the base.  At least the thing stayed on.  I will not expect any Spanky’s serving girls running down the street at me waving a paternity test result sheet while yelling, “I remember you!”.  However, the experience wasn’t that great.  I never did manage to finish due to a combination of being distracted by the quart-sized freezer bag I had put on, and a bad case of whiskey dick.  We fell asleep for awhile, then I woke up long enough to finish myself off with her.  Some more sleep, and then I settled up with her and saw her off at first light.

That morning, I decided that pride was temporary but spent money never came back.  If I was going to engage in P4P, I would have to bite the bullet and take some ED medication.  Otherwise, my December trip would be a series of 2,000-baht hand jobs.

I went back to the corner drug store about mid-morning.  I picked up some Apcalis (like I probably should’ve from the first).  It was then that I remembered that old Mister John Rambo got busted coming into Oz from LoS for carrying over-the-counter steroid medication.  If part of my problem was performance anxiety, I could cure it with hormones that increased my testosterone level.  These would make me feel more self-assured and masculine, thus reducing the effect of PA on my ED.  Having watched several seasons of House on TV, I learned that the best way to diagnose an illness is to treat it.  If the treatment worked, you guessed right.  That was why the 7-figure actors who played docs with 6-figure salaries were paid so much.  And American television shows never lie!

I asked the lady if she carried any steroids or male growth hormones.  She took out a pack of disposable injectors.  Not eager to stick needles in myself, I asked if she had the same thing in pill form.  She pulled out a pack of gelcaps and asked an unheard of price for it.  However, one strip of pills from the pack was available for a much more reasonable price.  A 4-pack of Apcalis and a strip of Andro-Testocaps and I was off for a late breakfast.

Back at the hotel, I sat down at the makeup desk I was using as my lab bench and read the fine print on the various substances I had bought the last couple of days.

“WARNING: This substance is known to cause liver damage if taken orally,” was written on the disclaimer that came with the Andro-Testocaps.

“Helps regulates liver function,” stated the Lecithin article I downloaded off the Internet.

“Do not take more than one pill in any 36 hour period,” was written on the Apcalis box.

“A good source of Vitamins A, B, and C,” read the back of the box of vegetable juice from the 7-11.

“If condom breaks seek medical attention immediately, for if your dick can do that it is a freak of nature,” was written on the back of the Trojan box.

OK, that last one I made up.  But from what all these directions and disclaimers were indicating, I could offset the side effects of any one of these substances by taking a complimentary substance with a different beneficial effect.  Ha-ha!  Who needs a medical degree when you can read.  More pills and capsules, some Red Ginseng, a box of vegetable juice, and a beer chaser later and I was ready to try my luck at the Plaza again.

I got some dinner and headed off to Nana Plaza.  I watched the twilight sky grow dark from the Cathouse and people-watched the girls and punters go in and out of the plaza.  I gave the Apcalis plenty of time to do any weird effects on me.  I had heard that it would make you feel hot and make your face appear flushed.  At least, that’s what its big brother Cialis is supposed to do.  However, I didn’t feel much different than when I normally do after a couple of beers.  That is to say, I didn’t feel any different at all.  After happy hour ended at Cathouse, I left to give the pills a field test.

That night, I was sitting in the DC-10 bar buying lady drinks for Wat, the heavily tattooed daughter of Ning, the Mamasan.  I liked Wat.  She had a bubbly giggle and lots of bubble curves for me to hug up to while she drank.  Plus, her tattoos were cool to contemplate while you got wasted.  After she agreed to be barfined, we headed to the old short time hotel on the 3rd level of the plaza.  This time, thanks to the pills (or maybe the placebo effect of the pills), all systems were go.  I got out my Chemwar gear (Durex this time) and we started in to it.  Everything was going great.  I relaxed and took my time, feeling good.  No need to rush things.  After Wat squeaked her way through a few climaxes, it was my turn.

Foreplay.  Get her on all fours and maneuver to her 6 o’clock.  Achieved firing position.  Weapons system locked on.  Firing.  And…

BOOM!  Impact!

When she went in the bathroom to clean up, I sprawled out on the bed and said to myself, “mission accomplished.”