I HAD SEX WITH. . .

Cambodian Hustler Lures Foreign Tourist to Sex Hotel

Words: Jim Jones

In 1998 I went to Thailand with my friend Ben. While we were sitting around talking at a friend’s salon, one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen walked in. His name was Num and he was the owner’s ex-boyfriend. Ben explained to me that Num was a Cambodian singer/hustler. He hustled when he couldn’t find work and had come by for some cash. By the end of the day Num and I were holding hands in the back seat of my friend’s car. I asked my friend to drop us off at a gay bar. I still wasn’t sure about the value of Thai currency, so before I got out of the car, I pulled out a wad of Baht from my pocket and asked, “Is this enough for tonight?” Ben assured me it was, winked, and told me to call him tomorrow. At the bar we finished off a bottle of whiskey. We were both totally drunk and Num kept asking me, “Do you love me?” By the time the bar closed, all I wanted to do was sleep with him. He hailed a taxi and told the driver to take us to a nearby sex motel. We stumbled into our room where I started playing with Num’s semi-hard dick. The hotel attendants knocked on the door and entered almost before I had a chance to get my hand out of Num’s pants. They wanted their money up front, so I pulled out all the rest of the Baht in my pocket. Turns out I was short about $3. Of course Num didn’t have any money, so we were told to leave. It was about 2:30am, far too late to call my friend to come and get me, so I asked Num where we could sleep. After walking around for a while, I finally convinced him we needed to go back to his place. He was very reluctant to do so for two reasons: First, he lived in the slums; second, he was living with his girlfriend. We walked up about five flights of stairs in his tenement and I saw old women cooking in the stairwells. The one-room apartment wasn’t even big enough for a closet. His girlfriend was still up watching TV, and he gave her some story about me that she obviously didn’t believe. I crashed on the floor while they argued. Finally she left, slamming the door behind her. Num came to bed and fell asleep next to me. In the morning, I gave him a blowjob and we spent a wonderful day together. We ended the day at the beach resort of Pattaya where he stole my passport. But that’s another story. . .