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Thank-You Eden Club by Daywalker

Posted by Daywalker | Blog, Reader Submissions | Posted on September 1st, 2010

It’s now 5 years since I first stepped into Thailand.  My friend PRP invited me to Bangkok for a couple of weeks as I was getting bored at my home in Spain.

I wasn’t too keen because Bangkok is full of women who are actually men, girls that look 20 but are really 12 and everyone has AIDS.  Or that’s what I had been told anyway.

I had 3 days on my own to fend for myself in Thailand before PRP arrived.  When he arrived and prised me out of the safe haven of my hotel room (Honey Hotel) he took me to a place called The Eden Club.  First we had a beer at the Ozzy bar opposite and he told me what was going to happen.  I was getting a little scared.

Now, prior to coming to Bangkok, I was never really a monger or party animal.  Sure I partied.. but not in the seedy debauched way they do in Bangers.  I was always a good little boy. I used to hang in wine bars with my (then) girlfriend and her mates. There was a scene there, but the circle of friends included a girl band so they were all on their best behaviour. – sluts.  So… for many years I was a good little boy.

Back to the Eden… PRP basically just said select a girl… she’ll do the rest.

Repeating what the French dude that runs the place once told PRP he said “ the only rule is that you must take two girls”.  There are many other rules that I could think of which involved glass ashtrays and few kidney punches, but hey, it wasn’t my gig.

There are a few theories on choosing your two companions for a three-way.  If you get your first choice to select the second, you’d be forgiven if you thought she’d chose a mate who she works well with.  Even better, a girl who she fancies.  But there is always the possibility that she’ll choose (out of pity) the pug ugly hound who never gets any work.   Personally, I find it better to select the second girl.  If they don’t work that well together or don’t have their hearts in it.. well, I just don’t give a fuck.  It’s not like I am going to give them a questionnaire on their partner’s performance.

As I walked in, I avoided all eye contact, I was still scared.  PRP said he’d show me the ropes. Well, sort of.   We sat at the bar and had a drink. The guy running the show was good host.  Even though French, he was  an alright guy.  He herded all the girls up and explained that the girls to the left (or right?) of the line on the floor take it up the shit box.  The girls the other side take it in any other hole but the shit-box.  I needed another drink.  The girls all stood there smiling and talking amongst themselves.  I can’t say they were the best looking girls in the world but having been to the Beer Garden a couple of hours earlier, they certainly weren’t the ugliest.

I spied one girl that looked half decent.  She had no gaps in her teeth or spots – result!  PRP also spotted her, but like a true pal, he gave me 1^st pick.  I thanked him as I said that I certainly wouldn’t of been happy with the hog at the end of the line. She was a trog!  Looked a bit like a LB… but not as good looking.

I made my pick.  She came over and said hello.  She then asked me to select another victim.  I went all shy and said ‘up to you’.  Fortunately she picked her pal who was also half decent.  Not knowing what to do next I ordered us all a drink.   The French dude produced a bill for 3400 plus the drinks.. which wasn’t a lot.  PRP chose the girl that looked like she knew what she was doing. It certainly wasn’t her 1st Rodeo.  He let her pick the second… DOH… she picked the Mickey Rouke look-a-like at the end.  PRP was gutted, but like  true pro… sucked it up and thought of England.  Or the North East of England… which is near enough.

This being a few years ago now, so not sure if the procedure has changed.. the two girls lead me through a back door into an alley…. This is where I expected to get mugged, stabbed and left for dead, but then it dawned on me that I wasn’t in Liverpool and relaxed… into another building we passed through a kitchen… Can’t remember how many people were in there, but none of them batted an eye as I walked passed with my two supermodels.

Into the room the girls selected a porno on the small TV.  I can’t say that the room was up to my usual standard.  There was no Jacuzzi, no 50” Plazma, no separate room for slaves and no giant Harp.  Moving on….. they stripped off then started on me.  Off came the clothes and I went all shy again. The Kamagra that PRP gave me had kicked in and I was sporting a hat stand.  The girls obviously thought they were hot and this would be easy to please me.

I was taken into the shower room and hosed down.  To this day it’s the cleanest I’ve ever been.  I started thinking I must have been a right dirty bastard as they gave me a right good scrubbing.  I got a bit nervous as she sprayed water up my nought, followed by soap (liquid, not a bar) and a finger up there.. I thought she was performing key hole surgery at one point.  After I was cleaned and dried I was physically thrown on the bed.  I went all innocent and said (in my best James Bond accent) that it was my 1^st time in Thailand and I was scared.  They laughed and said “No pomphem. We take care.  Lelax.”  Cool.  Don’t know what that meant.. but they seemed to know what they were doing.   First off, Trog1 laid me down and put a pillow under the base of my spine.  That’s not how I normally sleep, but before I could get comfy Trog1 started deep-throating me and Trog2 went straight for the rusty bullet hole and rammed her tongue up there. Right up there.   The dirty cow. It was the 1^st time I had encountered both sensations at the same time.  Sure I’ve had a girl shove a thumb up there when sucking me off.. but this was a warm tongue and didn’t have a cheap nail varnished fingernail on the end. I’d like to say that it took them over half an hour to release my jellyfish..I did the usual, think of blind babies and dead kittens, but in reality, it  was more like half a minute.    Trog2 spent a minute prising Trog1 from the wall that she was pinned against by my web of sperm. When she broke free we got in the shower again.  I was feeling a bit disappointed as my performance was not as I’d wanted.  Knowing that I was following a procedure and all was not over yet put me at ease.   Dried off again (using the same wet towel I might add) they put me on the bed again and then started on each other… at this point I felt like more of a spectator.  Which was fine by me, as I needed to restock on fluids.

One of the girls pulled from her little box of tricks – a Strap-on dildo and donned it like she had donned it many times before.  She signalled me to get on all fours so she could give me a good seeing to.  I explained that I am not YP and would not require the services of a smashed in ring.   A condom was applied to the 15” strap on black rubber cock (safety 1^st) and we started spit roasting Trog1.   Positions changed, legs were spread, and tongues were inserted.  For the next hour I was massaged, cleansed, licked, sucked and almost fucked.  About an hour and ten mins into my appointment I was laid back on the bed and the both took it in turns to suck the bed sheets up my arse.  The second pop wasn’t as dramatic as the 1^st… but a pop none the less.

After the shoot, they helped me walk to the shower and once again cleaned me up.

I dressed, downed my now watered down Vodka & Coke and started patting my trouser pockets… their eyes lit up as they guessed they were in for a tip…  being a newbie I was unsure what to tip them, and as PRP was not there (thankfully) I gave them a couple of  thousand each.  They were most appreciative and gave me a kiss.  Good.  Better they do that in the room than where people could see us.

We walked back through the kitchen where I crossed paths with another guy being escorted to his 90 mins of debauchery. -  the perv.

The girls asked if I wanted a drink, but for some reason I just didn’t want to hang around there so went to the Oz bar for another beer.

Ten minutes later PRP strolls up and asked how I got on.  For PRP, it was a walk in the park.  For me it was a walk that started the slippery slope into a world of seedy, dirty sex encounters.

Later that night, PRP took me to a bar that had only just opened up a week or two ago.

I tried a burger which was pretty good.  However, I wanted to complain  to the Management that the bun was toasted.  The Crazy Sweed there pointed me in the direction of the owners.  Two Americans.  Straight away I just knew I was never going to get on with these guys.

I’ll never forget that day.  That day changed my life.  Ever since that day, everything I’ve achieved and accomplished in Thailand has been down to those two.  They’ll never know how much they influenced me and gave me the drive to have a good time in Bangkok.

So if you’re reading this, ‘thank-you’ for that 90 minute relationship we had at the Eden Club.

I guess I should thank PRP at some point.  But I’ll save that for the day I am bed ridden with heinous parasites with sores, boils and ‘orrible rashes on my todger.