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Captain Outrageous — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 07:05:24 +0000

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There is a model named Bang whose photoset I posted on the main site a couple of weeks ago. She is no beauty, if I may be ungentlemanly enough to say so, but she radiates an animal sexuality that stirs up troubling thoughts if you happen to be a natural top.

Bang is big, about six foot tall, and she has an enormous cock. When she first took off her pants it swung out and then stood out stiff and straight without the need for any encouragement at all. She is undeniably masculine in appearance, yet she has a femininity that sends out confusing signals.

The feelings she arouses are therefore conflicting ones. I suspect (I have no carnal knowledge of her) that a session in the sack might end up with a naturally top person being ravished: ravished by a six-foot ladyboy with the build of a wrestler, a cock like a full hosepipe, and a face like a tigress.

Sometimes you can’t control these situations, and Bang seems to be the kind of lady who doesn’t take no for an answer. If she happens to be bigger and stronger than you, you could without it having been planned that way end up bottom.

Where does that put our top person in terms of sexuality?

Reading the demented ramblings of Sargeant Shameless a little earlier on this blog gives some clue. He had spent a night with two spectacularly endowed ladyboys, during which he had been subjected to a close-up view of his pillow for much of the time, and had survived the ordeal with most of his pride attached. I’m not so sure about the rest of him. I know the Sargeant personally, and he is a very masculine kind of man. Yet he had no shame (well, he wouldn’t really, would he) about playing the bottom role.

The same goes for an Australian building contractor of my acquaintance, a rough diamond if ever there was one, but who is not too embarrassed to admit, after a couple of stubbies, that his ultimate excitement is to take it from a big-cocked ladyboy. “It’s only sex, mate,” he says. “Mind you, I can’t talk about this at home.”

This I think is partly the reason that so many guys feel guilty about going bottom: they can’t talk about it. They turn the possibility over in their minds, decide that it’s going just a bit too far in the wrong direction, and cry off. Yet if you can talk about these things, even anonymously, it helps to sort things out in your mind.

So if you do happen to find yourself prone under a large ladyboy, then I would suggest that far from being guilty about it, you should try it again as soon as you can. And also send your experience in to me, and I’ll be happy to post it here.

May we be excused?

Captain Outrageous — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 15:08:45 +0000

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Separate toilet facilities for ladyboys have long been provided in many Thai colleges and universities, but seldom do you hear of secondary schools having transgender toilets for the pupils. This item has just appeared on the BBC website.

The comment from the headmaster as to the high proportion of transgender pupils bears out what I have been saying for some time now: youngsters are making the decision to become ladyboys at a very young age.

“With its spacious, tree-lined grounds and slightly threadbare classrooms, there is nothing obviously unusual about the Kampang Secondary School. It is situated in Thailand’s impoverished northeast, and most of the pupils are the children of farmers.

Every morning at 0800 they all gather outside to sing the national anthem and watch the flag being raised. Then they have a chance to use the toilets, before heading off the first classes of the day.

Kampang is proud of its toilets. Spotless, and surrounded by flowering tropical plants, they have won national awards for cleanliness. But there is something else about them too. Between the girls’ toilet and the boys’, there is one signposted with a half-man, half-woman figure in blue and red. This is the transsexual toilet, and outside, in front of the mirrors, some decidedly girly-looking teenage boys preen their hair and apply face cream.

The headteacher, Sitisak Sumontha, estimates that in any year between 10 percent and 20 percent of his boys consider themselves to be transgender – boys who would rather be girls.

“They used to be teased every time they used the boys’ toilets,” he said, “so they started using the girls’ toilets instead. But that made the girls feel uncomfortable. It made these boys unhappy, and started to affect their work.”

So the school offered to build the transgender boys their own facility, and they welcomed it. Triwate Phamanee is a slightly built 13-year-old who is adamant that he will one day change his gender.

“We’re not boys,” he told me, “so we don’t want to use the boys’ toilet – we want them to know we are transsexuals.”

Vichai Saengsakul, 15, agrees. “People need to know that being a transsexual is not a joke,” he says, “it’s the way we want to live our lives. That’s why we’re grateful for what the school has done.”

The transgender boys in Kampang tend to stick together as a group, practising their somewhat exaggerated feminine mannerisms together and generally camping it up. They still have to wear male uniforms, make-up is not allowed (although some manage to sneak in a touch of lipstick and mascara), and of course sex-change surgery is out of the question at this age – the youngest self-declared transsexual is 12.

But they appear to be treated perfectly normally by other pupils and teachers alike. I asked the headmaster whether they were not too young to be making decisions about their gender. He said that, in his 35 years of working in the Thai education system, he had come across many boys like this, and they never changed. Many go on as adults to have sex-change surgery, while others will live as gay men, he said.

Thailand is well known for its tolerance of transgender men, and they are very visible in everyday life. Sex-change surgery has become a speciality of the Thai health industry, and it is relatively inexpensive; patients come here from all over the world for the operation.

The Kampang school’s initiative, far from stirring up controversy, has instead prompted a discussion in other schools over whether they should be providing the same facilities. A ratio of 10 percent to 20 percent of boys calling themselves transsexual in a provincial high school does seem very high, but Mr Sitisak assured me that in his experience it was not unusual.

Which brought up a question that has been rattling around my head ever since I first lived in Thailand seven years ago: Why do so many Thai men want to become women?

I asked Suttirat Simsiriwong, who became a campaigner for transgender rights after she was barred entry to a nightclub at an international hotel in Bangkok last year. Poised, articulate and very feminine, it is hard to tell that she was not born a woman.

“Maybe the numbers of gays, of people with sexual identity issues, might be the same as in other countries,” said Suttirat, “but because Thai society and culture tend to be very sweet, very soft, and the men can be really feminine, if we tend to be gay, many of us tend to be transgender.”

So does building a special toilet in school advance the cause of winning wider acceptance for transsexuals?

“At that age it’s good for them to have a specific place,” she said. “But when they graduate from school or university, they will know how to have medical treatment. They won’t want to go into a transgender toilet because they will want to be accepted as a woman – so they will go to the women’s toilet.”

Tolerance, said Suttirat, is not the same thing as acceptance. Despite their high profile in Thailand, transsexuals complain that they are still stereotyped – they can find work easily enough as entertainers, in the beauty industry, the media, or as prostitutes, but it is much harder to become a transgender lawyer or investment banker.

And their biggest complaint is that they cannot change their legal status. Despite a proposal during the drafting of a new constitution last year, to allow them to change the gender on their identity cards, this has not yet been approved.”

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7529227.stm

Hunting for Ae

Captain Outrageous — Sun, 04 May 2008 05:40:38 +0000

“Cock me up too!” She said

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Anyone who reads this blog on a regular basis will know that I have a number of thoroughly disreputable friends. The fact that they are such good friends probably says much about myself, come to think about it. A particularly rampant pal, who goes by the name of Jodahunta, was in town a few weeks back, and regailing me with some of his more lurid stories. How would you like to write that down and send it to me, I asked. I didn’t think he would. But he did. So here is the first of Jodahunta’s adventures. He has threatened to send more, and they will appear in due course.

I have such a clear recollection of my adventure with Ae that it seems like just a few months ago, even though it was back in 2005. I will never forget how she came out of her sister’s bar to meet me on Soi 22 because I couldn’t find the place by myself. All legs and bare midriff, a skimpy blouse tied at the bust and the shortest shorts you ever saw!!

We went back into the bar and had some drinks and chatted and got to know each other. We played pool with a couple of the GGs in the bar. I was horny and letting her know it and she was loving it. At one point I leaned against her and let her feel the rock-hard tool in my pants. She laughed and whispered in my ear: “Cock me up too!”… Up ??? Mine was ready to explode! We decided to go to the movies with her gay brother and one of the GGs but I sent her home to change first…I have little shame (perhaps none at all!) but somehow couldn’t see myself walking with her through The Emporium in those shorts. As it was, even with her dressed in more “modest” attire, we turned every head in the mall. I remember the restaurant falling almost silent as we sashayed through!

We hung out for two or three days and nights…the sex was endless and my dick was hard every second I was with her. Just thinking of her now has it stirring! I remember at one point we had gone back to the bar to see her sister about something and then Ae went out to buy food for Buddha. There were two GGs there who never stopped playing with my cock. They were always laughing and grabbing it because it was always hard. Then Ae’s sister went out to do something too and left the GGs to look after the bar and I was the only other person there. The sister was barely out of the door when they had my cock out and took turns blowing me right there on the barstool. I came all over my pants, which was still very visible when Ae came back a minute later and thought it was a huge joke.

I can’t remember exactly why we stopped but I know Ton had something to do with it! After I got back to the Caribbean I called her from time to time. I use Skype Out, which only costs a couple of cents per minute to pretty much anywhere in the world and is ideal for these type of calls. But I hate to tell lies and the incessant question “When you come back Bangkok?” was making me feel a bit uncomfortable, as I really didn’t have an answer. So the calls got gradually less and less frequent until they finally stopped altogether.

So there I was back in Bangkok just a few weeks ago with a randy bunch of buddies from the Caribbean. One of the best things about Caribbean people is that they know how to have fun. They are born with the spirit of Carnaval pulsing through their veins, always ready to indulge in a bit of “bacchanal”. You don’t have to paint them a picture. Just point them in the direction of music, drinks and pussy (not necessarily in that order) and they are in their element. Thus I had no problem at all leaving them to get on with it whilst pursuing my own devices…

I think it was the day after I had coffee with my good friend Captain Outrageous that I decided to walk down to Soi 22 and see if by some remote chance Ae should be still around. It was mid afternoon, quite warm, and so I was really having a leisurely stroll along the even-number side of Sukhumvit. I had just crossed the Asok intersection and was still a block or so from Soi 22. There is a line of shops, tailors and so on, and then a small salon.

As I approached I saw three girls seated on stools in front of the salon. From their white gowns I realised that they were obviously the staff and that I had been spotted too. I knew I would be offered their services as I passed. As I arrived in front of the salon they all stood up and greeted me and in an instant I realised that one was a ladyboy. Slightly taller than the other two and with just that giveaway trace of squareness in the shoulders, there was no doubt. She was pretty without being stunning: golden blonde hair, cut and styled, with a couple of freckles adding character to her round smiling face.

Neurones raced back and forth between my dick and my brain and I could feel the outpouring message of recognition like the bubbles in the comic strips. She was receiving it loud and clear and as the two little GGs babbled on either side of me I reached out and took one of her hands…just the finger tips…between my thumb and forefinger. I squeezed gently and felt the current flow immediately and I knew she felt it too. I told her I would be back in an hour or so, knowing that I would be, but knowing too that she probably didn’t believe it. I smiled to myself in anticipation of her surprise when she would see me return!

I turned into Soi 22 and momentarily lost my bearings. In the 27 months since my last visit the landscape had changed considerably. New construction was underway on both sides of the street. It took me a few minutes to calculate where Ae’s sister’s bar had been located. The little group of bars was still there but the area had been remodelled. Ae’s sister’s bar was gone! I scouted the immediate vicinity to see if it had been relocated close by but there was nothing that even resembled it. And no sign of Ae!

I basked for a moment in the warmth of the afternoon sunshine and the memories of those legs and what lay between them. Testosterone surged through my veins. Well, maybe not, but a rush of blood was certainly flooding one organ with vitality. Time to turn the page. Fresh game had been spotted and I was fully loaded!

Ae was a sweet fading souvenir as I headed back down Sukhumvit. Now sex and hunting are my primary passions in life and I have a highly romantic approach to both. But 90 percent of the pleasure derived from both is in the preparation, the anticipation, the ambiance, yes, the chase…”la chasse”. Foreplay must last for as long as possible and starts well before you reach the bedroom. Its like sitting in a duck-blind just before dawn watching the sky metamorphose through a thousand hues as night transforms into day, listening to the receding sounds of the unseen night-livers give way to those of the other half of nature whose new day is about to begin. And then, suddenly, those unmistakable silhouettes on the horizon. Are they coming this way ? Your heartbeat increases. Valves open and adrenaline rushes in to sharpen your senses. This what its all about!

To me orgasm is like pulling the trigger. It signifies the end rather than the beginning. And now as I reached the salon I was back at the beginning. Only the two GGs were still sitting outside and for a moment my excitement faltered. The salon was empty and there was no sign of my LB. The GGs were trying to get me inside and then suddenly a door at the far end of the salon opened and there she was. Her face lit up with happy surprise, as I knew it would. I was already thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her when she asked me what I wanted her to do to me. “Everything you can do here…first”, I answered.

We finally settled on a shave, two different facial treatments and then a head massage. I wanted all this to last as long as possible. The shave was a necessary preliminary anyway. I had finally gone to bed at about 3 o’clock the night before and had made a lazy start to the day at around 10 in the morning. My newfound target of passion told me her name was Nok and installed me in something like a dentist’s chair at the far end of the salon. I was virtually horizontal when she covered me with a long bib reaching down to my waist and began assembling creams, lotions, razors and all kinds of paraphenalia on the table next to me. I smiled at the thought of her hands all over my face and head and although she smiled back I could see she was trying to keep it professional.

I knew I was going to be there for at least a couple of hours so I relaxed and prepared to enjoy it. Nok busied herself with the preparations and since I was the only client in the salon the two GGs came over and chatted with her. They had certainly picked up the eye contact I had made with Nok and were giggling and giving me a look-over. I played around with them a bit and for a moment thought I might have all three of them attending to me at once when another client, a rather tired-looking farang, probably in his sixties, entered the salon.

The two GGs rushed off to look after the new client and settled him in at the far end of the salon. “That’s good,” I thought. I would be able to talk with Nok without being overheard. Nok’s English was quite good but for now the conversation was focussed on the treatments. As she moved around me I tried to imagine what was hidden under the white gown that came down almost to her knees. Through the openings I caught glimpses of a short flared skirt and flashes of creamy thighs. Her bust was hidden under the gown and a blouse worn underneath it but her breasts were clearly small. All this added to the intrigue and thoughts of undressing her later already had me stirring.

Perhaps it was this that made me uncross my arms that lay across my stomach and allow my right arm to hang loosely downwards. By now Nok had finished applying shaving cream and had begun to shave me, her face less than an arms length from my own as she watched my skin intensely and applied the razor in fast, short strokes to small areas at a time. Fixing her face with my eyes to detect the slightest reaction I inched my right arm back until the tip of my middle finger found her exposed calf. I let it rest on her skin, lightly like a butterfly. At once her eyes flashed into contact with my own. I saw a mixture of surprise and defiance but not the slightest change in facial expression. Instead she moved back and around to the other side of me, and continued shaving me as though nothing had happened.

I remained still while she continued her work and let her wonder if it was something I had done intentionally. After a few minutes she returnd to my right side to finish where she had left off. This time the tips of four fingers alighted on her calf and again her eyes held mine. For a second or two she froze. I saw something quizzical and then again that flash of defiance. She could not have missed the lust in my own. And then once again with no change in facial expression whatsoever she moved away.

This was much more fun than if she had given me outright encouragement. It wasn’t a Yes and it wasnt a No but it was clearly “Dont take me for a bar girl.” With plenty of time available I let her get on and finish shaving me and waited for the next opportunity. It came with the first of the facial treatments. This involved applying a mask, starting at my forehead and working down to my chin. As her fingers spread the paste around my nose and mouth I brushed her hands with light kisses as they passed my lips. She was standing behind me so I couldn’t see her face but she didn’t move back or stop what she was doing. Then just as she had finished applying the clay she plonked a little dollop on the end of my nose as if in admonishment for my bad behavior. Now she was playing with me too.

For the next hour or so I let Nok pamper me while at the same time never missing an opportunity to lock her eyes with mine, let my hand touch hers, kiss a finger etc. The fiery defiant look had gone and was replaced by one that asked “What do you want from me?” The older farang at the other end of the salon had fallen asleep and was snoring as the two GGs massaged and manicured him. They were still giggling and not paying us any attention. I told her what I wanted. “You butterfly…no want butterfly guy,” came the reply.

So that was it. She’d had enough of the one-night stands. And the broken promises. Now she wanted love. A guy of her own. The whole fairy tale. I thought of Julia Roberts’ line in Pretty Woman. And I hate to tell lies. Now how was I going to be truthful and still get her into my bed that night? Worse still, I was leaving for Pattaya at noon the following day with my band of happy warriors so I couldn’t even promise to see her again soon. I was still pondering the options when the door to the salon opened and in walked a stocky middle-aged Thai. I immediately sensed Nok tense up and at the same time the GGs stopped giggling. An explanation wasn’t necessary. This was the boss of the salon.

Casting a mildly disdainful glance at the source of the snores, Boss walked through the salon, acknowledged me with a nod and a smile, and went and sat down at his desk in an alcove over to one side. Nok relaxed a bit and turned her attentions back to her lustful papillon. Clean-shaven and clean-faced, it was now time to cleanse my mind of stressful thoughts. I love having my head massaged and I happily submitted to Nok’s therapeutic manipulations.

As she stood behind me and began the massage I had a clear view down the salon and could see Boss’ office over to the left. The alcove was partly screened off and it occurred to me that from where he was seated he couldnt see more than Nok’s head, and certainly not me or the reclining chair in which I lay. And even if he stood up, the screen would prevent him seeing anything much lower than the chair itself. Nok’s hands were relieving the stress, thus allowing wicked thoughts to germinate unhindered. Very casually I allowed my right arm to hang downwards again.

Just as I had hoped, after a few minutes Nok moved to the right side of the chair. She was standing facing me diagonally, the fingers of each hand on my temples while she massaged my forehead with her thumbs. Very slowly I moved my right arm forward until my fingertips made contact with the inside of her right knee. This was the moment of truth. If she moved away or came back to stand behind me the contact would be lost. I held her eyes with mine, my mind pleading with her not to move away. Her thumbs moved down either side of my nose but she stayed where she was.

My fingertips began gently caressing the inside of her knee. Her thumbs spread out over my cheekbones and she pressed down hard to clear the sinus passages. I watched her eyes flicker as my fingers began a slow ascent up her thigh but still she didn’t move away.

I told her that what she was doing felt good on my face and not to stop. Her mouth opened in a half smile and her thumbs continued to work my cheekbones. By now my right hand was in full contact with her thigh and I began to knead gently, still ascending inch by inch. I had the distinct impression that her thumbs were moving slower and although her eyes looked into mine they seemed less focused. And still my right hand climbed higher and higher, caressing the smooth firm flesh of her thigh. I suddenly realised her thumbs had stopped moving altogether and for the first time I heard her breathing. Her lips were slightly parted and I could sense the inner turmoil. My right hand made the final ascent and was suddenly holding the hidden treasure, warm and hard, tightly locked in its satin cell.

Nok gave a little gasp, leaned toward me and breathed “Not here” in my right ear. “What time do you finish work?” I whispered urgently. “Ten o’clock”. “I’ll come to meet you”. “Yes”. The exchange had lasted less than five seconds. I felt Nok quiver and she glanced nervously towards the alcove. But Boss had his head down and had seen or heard nothing. My fingers ran lightly once more over the swollen prisoner I wanted to liberate so much and then reluctantly began a rapid but discreet descent. Only now did Nok take a step back. She seemed confused and began fiddling with the creams and lotions on the table next to me.

At that moment another client entered the salon and headed for the empty chair next to mine. I felt that now was a good time to leave. I had been sitting for more than two hours anyway and felt like stretching my legs. Without waiting to see whether the massage would continue I stood up, slipped off the bib and handed it to Nok. She looked at me questioningly and followed me as I went over and settled up with Boss and then through the door as I exited the salon. As soon as I knew Boss couldn’t see us I turned and kissed her quickly, holding her hand with mine just long enough to hook the folded 100 baht note under her fingers. “See you at 10″ I whispered and headed down Sukhumvit.

It was still only six-something and the prospect of a four-hour wait seemed like an eternity. There had to be something better to do, so I kept straight on until I reached Nana and decided to look for an Early-Bird special. I got myself a beer and sat down at the corner of the hotel bar opposite the Plaza entrance. I didn’t have to wait for long. A girl I had seen in Obsession the night before got off the back of a motorbike and headed inside. With me in close pursuit. I let her finish saying a prayer in front of Buddha and then suggested we head up the stairs to the short time rooms. She liked that idea and half an hour later I was feeling much more relaxed as I ambled back to the hotel to shower and change.

At a couple of minutes to 10 I was standing on the footbridge that crosses Sukhumvit about 50 yards from the salon. There was still some activity inside and I was hoping that Boss wasn’t planning to work overtime. Ten became ten past and as my fears seemed to be confirmed, Nok stepped out and looked searchingly in each direction. “We’re off”, I thought and headed down the steps to hail a cab. “I afraid you no come for me,” she says as she slides in beside me and covers my mouth with hers before I can reply. I was struck by her sudden energy. And her appearance. She’s wearing a white polo shirt over the short flared skirt, white socks and sneakers, and looks more like she’s headed for the gym than a date. I got the feeling this was going to be quite a workout.

As indeed it was. Hours later as we lay in my suite at the Grand President, both barrels empty and entwined in the delicious aftermath when heated passion gives way to tender touching, she looks me straight in the eye and asks “You come see me tomorrow?” “Of course, baby”….. Damn ! It just slipped out before I could catch myself. I HATE to tell lies! And already I could feel the skin on the end of my nose beginning to stretch….

And then I smiled to myself. It wouldn’t be tomorrow but undoubtedly one day I would go looking for her. And if by chance I should find her she’ll play even harder to get. And that’ll be even more fun. My hand began stroking that toned athletic body and already I could feel things beginning to stir again…

In the line of fire

Captain Outrageous — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 12:53:07 +0000

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Photographing ladyboys can be a dangerous job, you know. Oh yes it can.

The other day I decided to take some pictures of a ladyboy jerking off while I lay on the floor, so that I could try and get some shots of a spurt of cum heading for the camera lens. I made myself comfortable by placing a pillow on the floor, and then I lay at full length underneath her.

Ready when you are, I called out.

This is a ladyboy who can really deliver a load, so I waited in anticipation. I saw that she was about to cum, and I watched eagerly to try and capture the exact moment. She shot straight into my left eye.

Now, this might have been amusing, but if you have ever had cum in your eye you will know it is very painful. The stuff smarts like blazes. I got my pictures, yes, but at the expense of a bloodshot eye.

It could have been worse. A couple of days after, I took some pictures of a ladyboy with a dildo pushed up her bottom. It looked really good. But a dildo (or a dick, of course) can have an unfortunate effect when pushed up the bum. What’s that? I cried, somewhat unnecessarily, as a brown goo emerged hot on the heels of the dildo.

At least she was laying on the bed, and not standing over me, I mused, as an embarrassed ladyboy headed for the bathroom.

A few weeks ago I was on my knees, getting some closeups of a particularly impressive cock. I got really close. Then I felt a firm hand pushing at the back of my head, and when I opened my mouth to protest I felt something really hot and hard pushed halfway down my throat. She thought it was hilarious.

I could go on. The time I received Talisha’s dick in my eye, as I was shooting a closeup. With a dick the size of Talisha’s, I was lucky to have an eye left. The time I inadvertently swallowed a load, when I was just giving a little oral stimulation to a model to make her dick look hard and shiny. And the time I got a load up my left nostril when I was using the macro lens.

Yep, it’s a tough job. Sorry, no vacancies.