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YP in Jakarta – The rest of Day 2 and Day 3

Posted by Young Penfold | Blog, Indonesia, Reader Submissions, Trip Report | Posted on June 14th, 2010

After the traumatic incident in the M Blok toilet with the balding smackhead, BB suggested a change of pace. It was welcomed

BATS @ Shangri-La Hotel – Much like Red Square, this place had a swish decor, good music, Oliver Reid approved pours, but was a very weak crowd. Number-crunching looking types in suits, Arabs, and a lot of unappealing hookers. There was one lady-of-the-night who was passable, so we called her over for a drink. Tight body. Full head of hair. No visible signs of heroin withdrawal. A vast Improvement on the last girl. Possible score. Until she smiled. Deary me. No score. Looked like she had swallowed a fucking grenade. A truly horrendous set of gnashers. Pounded 2 Vodka Cranberrys each, gave her a whisky n coke, and the number of a decent dentist, made our excuses and left

Loweys (Again) – Fuck knows why we went back to Loweys, but we did. Hit the bar, and pounded some more Heineken and alcohol. BB spotted 3 unaccompanied slutty looking sorts at a nearby table, so we went and tried our hand. Turns out 1 of them was fit, and 2 of them were rough. BB latched onto the fittie, so I was left pounded booze with the sisters grim.

After about 10 minutes, 2 guido looking types that the girls already knew joined the action. 1 of the guys, knew 4 lines on Bahasa, and thought he was king-shit. The girls would answer in Bahasa, and the twat froze. More like king-cunt. By this time BB had already extracted the fit ones phone number, and claimed he was tired, and wanted to go to bed. Gay

The House call from Hell – In the lift up to YPJKTHQ, BB called up an ‘out-call’ agency he used, and ordered me up some entertainment. “2 sexy lesbians who do anal” were his exact words. He knows me too well.

Well, there was 2 of them. They were lesbians. And they did anal. Were they sexy? Were they bollocks. BB said he didnt wanna see them with their clothes on, yet alone off, and Id agree. He dumped a load of cash on the table for their services, and headed off to bed. I was shit faced and horny, and the girls had come all the way from wherever they came from, for a good dicking, so I didn’t want to disappoint

In her mouth, then her mates mouth, in her mates twat, then back in her mates mouth, on the sofa, the table, on the desk in the study, in the bumhole, on the kitchen counter, up her mates bumhole, then her mates mouth, in the shower, on the bed and then………… up my bumhole. As I was railing one from behind, the less hideous one, headed round the back and started eating my arse. Im no prude and am totally down with getting my arse eaten. Then, with no warning, she jammed 2 dry fingers, right up my crease. Im talking down to the knuckle, fake finger nails and all. Thought I was gonna throw up. Intense stuff

After 90 minutes, with no danger of me ever blowing my load, I sent them on their ugly way, and hobbled to bed with my backside feeling like Id been an extra in ‘Horse Love 4′

Day 3

Woke up with an arse hole like a chewed orange. I think it was a mixture of the spicy Tikka Masala, the gallon of booze, and the violent finger fucking I received at the hands of the Eden Club rejects the night before. Was given a wake up call at 7am, so I could make the 9:40am flight back to Bangkok. With the violent squirts and stomach pains, there was no way I was making the journey to the airport, without wearing a fucking nappy. Checked online, and the next flight was 4pmish with Air Asia. Bollocks.

By around midday, after multiple hours spent blowing blood out of my sphincter, I felt kinda human again. Met BB, gave him a kiss goodbye (he tried for tongues, but I pulled away) and head out to the airport. Hit the AirAsia desk, and was told a 1 way to BKK would be 8000 fucking baht. After my morning in the lavatory, my bowels didn’t need any more encouragement. Paid the thieving cunts their 8k, and cursed my luck for not packing any Pampers/Mamy Poko.

As I had no TV or literature to hand, I spent the 4 hour flight, imagining what Id do if I had 30 minutes alone in a room with ‘Miranda’ the slutty hostess who served me my inedible 150baht in flight meal. Think a bottle of vodka, lots of leather and 2 ciallis tabs. Fuck it, throw a well hung lady boy into the mix for giggles. Magic

The flight was almost empty, so I was through Immigration, and in a yellow n green limousine pointing towards YPHQ in no time. The mixture of the 3-way filth that ensued but didn’t culminate in a pop-shot the previous evening, and staring at ‘Miranda’ and imaging her in the middle of a YP/Ladyboy sandwich for 4 hours, had given me a really angry boner., and left me planning where I would stick my wet later

Got home to find that the electricity in my building was fucked. No lights. No air-con. Fuck. Thankfully I called up some sly and slutty girl I know from who lives in the heart of Ladprao, who offered to put a roof over my head for the night, in exchange for a bout of barebacking and pillow talk. I know a deal when I see one. Taxi for YP. Score