Chapter 6
INDONESIA
Slone.
"Indonesia is one of the largest countries in the world but people rarely hear about it. The last time it made international news was when it pulled out of the U.N. Indonesia was the first country to do that and made history again by being the first country to come back into the United Nations. In between those two events there was a civil war in which hundreds of thousands of people were killed.
"So much for politics. Now for the interesting stuff.
"Indonesians are an Oriental people somewhat darker than the Japanese and the Chinese. The Indonesian male is the most avid girl-watcher in the world and he has a special fondness for females with big busts, wide cans and anything else he can grab a hold of. He also likes his women on the mature side with none of this Lolita-like passion that afflicts the Angle-Saxon male. As a forty year old woman of ample proportions I found myself quite at home in this country.
"I used the old ploy of seeking a boy to act as a guide to start making it beneath the Southern Cross. A surprising number of Indonesians know some English so I found Danny in the market place where I went shopping for trinkets.
"Danny isn't his real name. He gave me a name in Indonesian that sounded like Danny so I started calling him that. Since he didn't object I guess the sound was the same.
"I went into a trinket shop that bore the proud sign: 'English Spoken Here'. I started talking to a middle-aged man behind the counter and he shook his head. He called out the name that sounded like 'Danny' and this cute, doe-eyed lad of seventeen came from behind a curtain. I had gone into the place just to speak some English but, after seeing the lad, I decided to make him my next lover.
"When I offered to hire him as a guide the lad readily agreed telling me that he served other English and Americans ladies and, for a moment, I thought that Veronica and/or Jane had already gotten to the kid. But my sisters of the sex cruise were somewhere else together so I was sure that they hadn't suddenly decided to pair up into a boy-hunting team.
"I walked around with the lad for awhile and then asked him to select a restaurant where he would do the ordering. I know that Jane is the adventurer as far as travel is concerned but I express my internationalism in food. The boy ordered something that was made with rice, fish and curry which nearly burnt my tongue off. I wanted to order some water but he made sure that it came in a bottle. He explained that not all foreigners react well to the tap water of his country. This was a polite way of telling me that I'd wind up with the runs if I dared drink the water that didn't come out of a bottle.
"I sounded the boy out about his girlfriends and he gave an evasive answer. This intrigued me because he seemed to have hidden secrets. The middle-aged man in the shop was his father. They shared a small house in the suburbs. When I found out that no one else lived there because his mother had died years ago and his older brother was in the army I suggested that we go there. I told him that I wanted to see the insides of an Indonesian home.
"'It is not so much,' he told me, 'but I'll take you there. It is a mile away. Do you want to walk?'
"Being the sport and also being somewhat lazy I had him call a cab. It was a battered old thing with a lecherous old man behind the wheel who kept leering at me in the rear-view mirror. Danny could see his interest and was obviously annoyed. He snapped at the man in his own tongue and the man paid attention only to the road after that.
"Danny's house was an attractive, arly place with lots of room. It was spotless and I asked him who did the cleaning. T do, naturally,' he responded with some surprise. 'My father works the shop so I am the only one left to clean and cook."
"'No housekeeper?' I asked. 'No women?'
"He gave me a slight smile. 'You keep asking me about women and girls,' he said. 'Why does that interest you so?."
"T have a romantic nature,' I told him. 'When I see a handsome boy I always wonder about his love life."
"'Mine is full enough,' he said. "Danny was no naive native boy. He knew that I had other interests in mind besides seeing the insides of an Indonesian home. I felt I didn't have to hedge any longer with the lad and brought matters to a head. 'My sex life isn't as full as I want it to be,' I told him. 'I'm even willing to pay to improve it."
"The seventeen year old ran his soft eyes over my body. 'How much?'
"In all my affairs so far this was the first youth I would peg as an out-and-out gigolo. He was the first one ever to bargain and ask; 'How much?'
"'What are your usual rates?' I asked. "I have no usual rates. This is the first time a woman ever offered to buy me so directly."
"'You don't seem too surprised by my offer.' " 'I'm only surprised by your directness. Other foreign women only imply and hint about being willing to pay for my favors. When I first started being a guide I thought I was just imagining things. In time I realized that foreign women were willing to buy boys just as men buy women."
"'And, have you ever been bought?'
"He became evasive again. 'As I told you ... my sex life is a full one."
"'Does that mean yes or no? If you're turning down my offer just come out and say it. I appreciate directness, too."
"Danny lit a cigarette and, for a moment, reminded me of that sadistic Italian boy who almost killed me with his deliberate slowness. Had I tied in with another sadist? It was clear to me that he was enjoying the power game of making me wait for his answer. Finally it came. 'Yes, I'll make love to you for money,' he said. 'Make me an offer."
"The son-of-a-bitch was back to bargaining. 'How about ten dollars? How does that sound to you?'
"'Twenty dollars sounds better."
"I gritted my teeth. Up until this time I had been flattered by the attentions the young boys gave me but I felt only insult by this slick, smooth, male prostitute. Still, I agreed to his terms. I knew how to play power games myself so I told him I would pay him after the ball was over.
"'You won't be disappointed,' he said, I am very sexy."
"He said that without emotion as a robot would and that's the kind of love I expected from him. Danny undid his shoes and pulled off his socks. When he removed his shirt he exposed a sleek, muscular torso. At least he was worth buying so far. He removed his pants and stood in front of me in his jockey shorts. 'Aren't you going to get undressed?' he wanted to know.
"'First I want to see what I'm buying,' I said.
"He pulled his shorts down and I was surprised to find that he was sexually aroused. I had expected such a cool cat to be limp, wanting me to do all the work. His masculine parts were well formed and healthy looking and I wondered just how many other middle-aged foreign ladies had sat where I was sitting and looked at what I was looking at. I had to remember that he didn't object or seemed surprised when I suggested we retire to his place. I wasn't the first woman he had here, I knew that now.
"'Do I please you?' he asked rather curtly.
"I wasn't going to be bullied by him as I had been by Vincente. After all, I wasn't trapped on a row boat with the Indonesian Don Juan. I decided it was time for me to put him in his place, it would please me if you didn't act so smart,' I said. This is a business arrangement. You are not giving love away free. You are the seller and I am the buyer. In every business arrangement there is some respect given between the parties."
"Danny's mouth dropped open. I don't know what other women he screwed but I was the first to ever talk to him in such terms. He became very polite after that and watched me quietly as I stripped off my clothes. When I was naked his eyes gleamed with genuine lust. Men can fake love in many ways but there are two places that they cannot pretend with ... their sex organs and their eyes. I already knew that the lad was interested in me despite the commercial aspect of the meeting by the way his penis was erected. Now I could see, by the expression in his doe eyes, that this wasn't going to be such a difficult task for him. 'You have a magnificent body,' he said.
"As I've already mentioned, Indonesian males dig hefty broads. Danny stood behind me and grabbed my breasts. His long, fleshy tube probed in between my butt halves but he did not attempt to penetrate. He merely wanted to press his body against mine at its meatiest point.
"'Do you have any special desire?' he asked.
"He sounded like a disk jockey asking me if I wanted to hear a special record. 'What things do you do?' I wanted to know just to see if he drew the line at certain erotic positions.
"'I sodomize, use my mouth on every part of a body, and put my sex organ anyplace you want,' he said softly. 'You can spank me and, if you want, I can spank you."
"I could just imagine the kind of clients this boy had. 'What can I get for twenty dollars?' I asked.
"'Everything I've just mentioned."
"Well, it looks like I was going to have a bargain for my twenty bucks so I told him to give me the works and left it up to him to make all the moves. It was a novelty for me to just relax and let the boy make all the advances.
"Danny left me for a moment and came back with a jar of vaseline. He applied it to his aroused stick of flesh and then he probed some of the lubricant into my anus. I seemed to bring out the sodomist in boys. That fourteen year old Arab street boy had had a desire for my rear region, too. So far in my travels I've noticed that males who like their women big and hefty also are inclined to anal intercourse.
"The seventeen year old told me to bend over with my hands upon the back of a chair for support. He went about his work like a professional. Danny was an artful buggerer and inched his meat tube into my anus carefully. He kept the pain at a delightful minimum while giving me the maximum of pleasure. The boy had his entire sex organ into my anal passage before I knew it and he pumped easily. As a professional male prostitute he knew enough to hold back his orgasm so as to go on to those other forms of intercourse my twenty dollars was paying for.
"Danny sodomized me for about five minutes and then withdrew. He went into the bathroom and poured cold water over his erect and shiny sex part both to clean it and to cool it down. He toweled himself dry and asked me to lie on the bed. When I did so he pushed my legs apart and licked my opening.
"I looked down at the brown face pressed between my thighs and could see blood vessels rise in his neck and forehead. He was losing his cool. The boy was not all that hardened to commercial sex that he could not respond honestly when he felt it. I was glad to see I was not just some client he wanted to get rid of quickly.
"The seventeen year old lad brought my legs up and licked that rarely touched area between my vagina and anus. My excited nipples rose to throbbing points and, as if by some kind of sexual telepathy, Danny brought his working mouth to them. He sucked just hard enough; not too soft and not to aggressively. He didn't try to chew down on my nipples as some boys had but nibbled me into an aroused state. I didn't care if the lad did have personality defects, he was a great lover and that covered a lot of little ills.
"Danny moved further up my body and thrust his sex organ into my pubic opening. He rammed with powerful yet controlled strokes bringing me to heights of ecstasy I never knew existed before. My husband, even in the earlier days of our marriage, had never touched me as this teenaged Indonesian boy had.
"The lad kept pumping for what must have been a half hour. At the tender age of seventeen he had learned the secret of the withheld climax so few men ever master. When he finally did let his orgasm go it shot so hard inside my body that I thought the fluid would squirt out of my mouth.
"We both needed a rest after that and we lay together in silence for the next twenty minutes. He certainly wasn't trying to push the sex acts through just to complete them in a hurry.
"'What is your pleasure now?' he wanted to know.
"I looked down at his poor, overworked sex organ and decided not to put any further demands on it. Since he had shown a preference my rear I rolled over on my stomach and told him to spank. All my life I had been hearing that some people get a kick out of spanking and being spanked but this was the first opportunity I ever had to find out about it for myself.
"Danny seemed anxious to apply his brown hands to my white backside and he sat up in bed. He knew just how much pain I wanted and spanked accordingly. It was strange thrill feeling my butts tingle under the open palm of a teenaged stud. He kept the spanking up for awhile and concluded this action by kissing the sore areas.
"'You want to do me now?' he asked.
"When I sat up in bed he sprawled across my lap so that our genitals met softly. His rear was firm, smooth and dark. I didn't know how hard I could hit him so I brought my open palm against his fleshy butts weakly.
"Don't be afraid,' he told me. 'Spank as hard as you can. I like it that way."
"So, I suppose, he was a masochist as well as sadist. I slapped his exposed buttocks somewhat harder but not with all my might. He knew I was pulling my punches and all but pleaded with me to open up with my entire strength.
"I brought the open palm of my right hand down with a mighty wallop and he issued a small cry of delight. I suppose everyone had their own special sex kick and being spanked was Danny's. Since he had given me so much joy I returned the favor by spanking him until my arm grew weary. I concluded the masochistic sex act as he had by kissing each butt several times.
"Danny thanked me for being such a strong lover and stood up. At that moment a man walked into the bedroom. He was the same one I had met in the trinket shop ... Danny's father!
"Instead of being shocked at the sight of his naked son with the naked white woman he excused himself and exited. Danny could see the confused expression on my face and explained: 'My father knows what business I do here."
"'He doesn't mind?' I wondered.
"'Mind? Not at all! He was the one who put me up to this. That's why he had me learn English in the first place. Before my brother went into the army he had my job. If I had any sisters they would be on the street right now."
"Well, I suppose every family in Indonesia must make ends meet somehow and Danny did it by literally making his end meet with those of women. (Forgive the awfully labored play on words but I just couldn't resist it.)
'My affair with the young Indonesian lad revealed the fact that boy gigolos are becoming popular with female tourists. Since the beginning of time men have wandered all over the globe knowing that they could buy sex of any type no matter how old they became but now women are demanding (and getting) equal rights in this area.
"As travel becomes easier and less expensive and Western women have more and more leisure time just wait and see how the boy gigolo business will boom. Why can't women buy young boys the way men buy young girls? When I first started this trip to answer this question I thought I was doing something quite unique but I'm beginning to find out I'm not an anomaly but, rather, a forerunner."
Jane.
"Indonesia is a tropical country so that even the nights are warm and humid. I couldn't sleep in my room because, when I turned on the air conditioner it was too noisy and, when I turned it off the room became too uncomfortable. I knew better ways of passing the time than swealting indoors so I left the hotel. It was about two in the morning so the streets seemed empty. Yet I knew that there were others abroad in the land and I hoped to find the right one for me.
"Since I am slight, dark and rather Oriental-looking, the few people I found walking at night paid little attention to me. In the gloom I was just another citizen. Veronica, with her blonde hair and Slone, with her well-stacked figure, would not have passed unnoticed as I had in the early morning streets of an Indonesian city.
"There was a river that ran through the center of the city and I paused to stare at it moving slowly by like a wet, muddy highway. Ever since my adventures in Kenya with those four black boys I have been drawn to rivers. So far that happened to be my most memorable trip into teenaged boyland.
"Slone told me that her favorite affair thus far had been with an Indonesian lad so I wondered if I could meet a native boy who would make my visit a memorable one, too.
"As I walked along the riverbank I saw something that looked like a huge firefly winking its light on and off. Being the curious sort I walked closer to this light that seemed to be floating slowly in the dark only to find that it was nothing more than the lit end of a cigarette. In an exotic country Westerners tend to make the most commonplace things romantic and exciting. I was about to walk back away from the river until I saw that, on the other end of the cigarette, was a boy of about sixteen. It appeared that the commonplace was going to become romantic and thrilling after all.
"The lad spoke to me in his native tongue assuming me to be a fellow citizen. I responded in English telling him that I was only an American tourist. The only word he understood was: 'American.' He seemed anxious to be friendly and offered me a cigarette. I took it. When he lit a match we both studied one another more carefully in the glow of the small flame.
"He was baby-faced and small like so many Indonesians. His clothes were cleaned and well-pressed so I assumed he was not living outdoors but, like me, had not been able to sleep in his home. As the match flame lingered I could see that he liked my looks and that my advanced age of thirty-five didn't disturb him. If anything my maturity was a plus rather than a minus to the lad. Indonesians like their females seasoned like a good steak and aged like a good wine. If only the teenaged playboys of the Western world would appreciate the values older women have to offer.
"We managed to introduce ourselves to one another. His name was Pak which, I'm told, is the 'John' of Indonesia. I was glad that he had a simple name to pronounce and he was just as glad that mine was equally as easy to say. With the introductions over we walked in silence until we reached a bridge. Pak touched my arm and I didn't pull it away. Encouraged by my lack of resistance he slipped one of his hands along my waist. I could tell by the pressures he put in his grasp that he wanted me to continue walking under the bridge. Pleased that the lad was the one who pressed the affair I let myself be led into the short, very dark tunnel formed by the bridge above. I had the feeling that he had taken girls and women here before because he knew his way around in the pitch-blackness. He brought me over to some boxes and urged me to sit. We sat very close together and the only light came from our cigarette tips.
"Pak placed his hand on my knee. When I didn't resist he slipped his hand up along my leg. Because it was so hot and humid I had gone out without wearing a bra or panties. When the lad touched my sexual part he grunted with joy. He fingered me in all the right spots that made me squirm with anticipation.
"He drew one last drag on his cigarette and put it out. Now I only smoked giving the scene what little light it had. The boy had two hands free with his cigarette gone and he used one of them to open his trousers. In the heavy silence of the place beneath the bridge I heard his zipper part.
"I took one last drag of the cigarette and lowered it to his crotch. I played the red tip of the lit end of the cigarette over his sex organ. It was fully erect and large. A few black pubic hairs showed through the open part of his trousers at the base of the member. I ground the cigarette out with my heel and now the darkness covered us both like a blanket.
"I felt rather than saw the boy stand up. I could hear him pulling off his trousers and, to cooperate a little, I removed my dress. I was now completely naked except for my shoes which I wanted to keep on because I was utterly unaware of what the ground looked like at my feet. I could be in a field of broken glass for all I knew. For that reason I didn't plan to lie down. This was going to be a stand-up affair.
"Pak reached out to me in the dark and grunted again when he found that I was naked. Like me he was nude except for his shoes which gave the relationship a fetish overtone. He guided his male member to my hairy opening with his hand and, when he pushed in the knobby head of the sex organ, grasped my hips for support and shoved all the way into me.
"The sixteen year old lad grabbed my butts with both hands when we were locked together for even better support and began his ramming. I encircled my arms about his waist and held on tight while he moved his body with increasing force.
"Overhead a car drove along the bridge and the dark space beneath it filled with noisy echoes. I held on to the boy even tighter as if for protection but he seemed unconcerned with the traffic above us and rammed on.
"When the car drove away the area became silent once more except for the sound of skin moving against skin. Our breaths became louder and I could even hear our hearts beat. Pak grunted once more and dug his fingers deeply into my butts as he spewed forth. I embraced him harder and we stood together without moving. It was so quiet I thought I could actually hear the thrust of his sperm through his sex organ.
"Down along the riverbank I could see the firefly lights of cigarette tips drifting closer to the bridge. I pushed Pak away from me breaking sexual contact. Foolishly I pointed to the lights realizing that he couldn't see an inch in front of him. He had to see that others were coming to the spot under the bridge but he didn't get excited. Two of these people entered the area and paused only ten feet away. I heard a man and a woman whispering in the Indonesian language and then clothes being removed. The cigarettes dropped and I heard skin moving against skin. A couple were fornicating right in front of me but I couldn't see them.
"I put on my dress and Pak seemed disappointed that I didn't want to continue. He said something that sounded like a complaint and the invisible couple stopped moving. The male half of the love team called out and my teenaged lad said something in return.
"'Pak?' the other male asked.
"The boy said something and it was obvious that the fellows knew one another. The only word I could understand was 'American.' Pak just had to brag that he had just banged a foreign woman.
"'American?' the other male repeated and then spoke again.
"Pak, this unseen male and the unseen girl laughed for a moment and I wondered if I were being insulted. I tried to grope my way out of the pitch-blackness by myself but my hand touched a naked breast. I had run into the naked lovers.
"'Pak!' I cried out putting a note of desperation in my voice. The boy understood my distress call and lit a match. The small flame seemed to light the whole area up like a sudden dawn and I saw the nude couple right in front of me only inches away. They were in their late teens, natives of the country and very, very naked. In the short life of the flame the loving couple nodded politely to me as if we had just at a formal party. I believe I nodded back but I was in such a hurry to escape the telling flame that it was a moment of confusion for me.
"The boy led me out of the passion pit and up into the comparitive light of the night time world of the Indonesian streets. He gave me another cigarette and we both smoked as we strolled back towards my hotel. Usually, I didn't like to have my boy lovers know where I was staying at but, since there was only one hotel in the neighborhood that catered to foreigners, I was sure that he already knew my address.
"When we reached the front of the hotel I gave the boy some money, just three or four dollars worth of his nation's currency. He didn't seem insulted or surprised by this payment and put the cash in his pocket. For all I knew Pak worked the foreigner's hotel as an occupation. He probably prowled around outside every night just waiting for someone in need of company. Well, I needed company that night and had paid for it. When I returned to my room I went to sleep very quickly and dreamt of fireflies with human male sex organs trailing under them as they flew through the night."
Veronica.
"Bali, in case you don't know, is part of Indonesia. I went there with the girls as a side trip from the capital of the country and it is a wonder that the place hasn't been built up to attract the tourists for it is a very beautiful island.
"Being a blonde I was the center of attraction when we stepped off the ferry that brought us from Java, the most important island in the Indonesian chain. Boys hanging around the docks made obvious sexual signals to one another as I walked by and I could have had a dozen lads right then and there if I weren't so inhibited about making it in public.
"We stopped at a small hotel which was not used to foreign visitors because we all wanted to get away from the usual tourist trappings of the big cities. Most of the people in the hotel were Chinese and Indian merchants who formed the middle-class of Indonesia. The men, who were all fairly wealthy by the standards of the country, bought us drinks and meals in hopes of starting romances. It seemed strange talking to grown men after all the boys I had been with and I flirted with the idea of bedding down with a male closer to my own age just for a change.
"An Indian merchant who spoke English brought me to a native dance in a local village. The natives were dressed in costumes rather than Western garb which is to say that they were almost naked. A boy of about fourteen seemed to be the star of the show and I couldn't take my eyes away from him. He had the face of an angel and the body of a Greek god. I realize that this description sounds a bit much but the lad completely enchanted me.
"When my Indian escort saw my interest he offered to introduce me to the dancer little realizing just how far my interests went. After the show he brought me to a hut where the youngster stood naked except for a loin cloth once he had divested himself of what costume he had. I felt my blood pressure rise and knew I just had to have him.
"My Indian friend acted and interpreter and he informed me that the lad thought I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. I asked him to thank the lad and return the same compliment. When the Indian did so the fourteen year old looked away shyly and smiled. I knew that I could have him by just reaching out and grabbing him like a ripe apple from a tree but there was the problem of the adult escort who stuck to me like glue.
"Would you like to have a ride in an outrigger?' he asked, I know the chief of this village and can arrange it for us."
"I saw a way to get rid of the man for a few minutes, at least. That sounds like fun. Please arrange it and then come back here where I'll be waiting for you."
"The Indian left and, because I knew that my time was very limited, made my intentions clear to the beautiful Balinesian dancing boy by pulling his loin cloth down. My action had taken him by such a surprise that he was still sexually unaroused. I knelt in front of him and took his flesh orally and fellated him until he erected. I had only wanted to arouse him as quickly as possible but I found myself cemented to the oral act and continued working my mouth and tongue until he spewed. I kept on with the oral act until the lad's flesh started to turn limp.
"When I stood up his lovely face was filled with all kinds of strong emotions. He was lustful, shocked, and grateful all at once. I pulled my slacks and panties down and the naked lad stared at my blonde, pubic hair. I took one of his hands and rubbed it against my sexual opening hoping to arouse him once again before my escort returned. It was something of a challenge to my erotic skills to see how fast I could get the lad erected enough to indulge in genital-to-genital intercourse. I kept his hand between my legs when I sat down on a mat and then stretched out. Almost roughly I pulled the youngster down on top of me and rubbed his engorging male member into my slitted opening.
"The lad trembled when the contact was made and I could understand his fear. I was a strange foreign woman with yellow hair who had orally raped him and now was forcing him into this other sexual act. With time I could have eased his surging emotions but the pressure of time made me move quickly.
"I wrapped my legs around the lad's and pushed up against his body. His male flesh began to grow inside my body. I put my hands against his hips and moved him up and down to indicate the motions I wanted him to take. As soon as his sex organ stretched to its full size he started to pump.
"Outside the hut I heard voices and one of them was my Indian friend. He was talking and laughing as he walked slowly to the hut where I was seducing the fourteen year old dancing star. The lad seemed to realize that I wanted to complete the act before he came and he pumped faster and faster until he reached his second climax in almost as many minutes.
"It seemed a shame that I couldn't linger with him and show him all the sexy tricks I had picked up in my travels but I pulled on my panties and slacks and was fully dressed just as the Indian entered the hut. The boy had also put his loin cloth on but it was clear to anyone that he was in a state of sexual arousal.
"I'm sorry about the outrigger trip but the chief says that they'll be a big fishing day tomorrow and his men need all their strength,' he told me.
"I told him that I didn't mind and was about to leave the hut when I remembered that I was a boy buyer and not just a boy raper. I gave the dancing lad some coins which hardly amounted to much but he did seem grateful.
"When I walked with my escort to the hotel he became passionate and started to paw my body. I pushed him off and snapped: 'Just what kind of woman do you take me for?'
"'I am sorry,' he said. 'But you are so very beautiful that I could not resist the temptation any longer. I hope you'll understand."
"I think I do,' I answered and we walked back to the hotel.
"If that Indian had attacked me like I attacked that fourteen year old with mouth and sex organ I would've understood that, too."