This occurred to me again one evening during the week, when a ladyboy who I knew by sight but had never really spoken to before, was walking through the mall that forms part of the commercial complex where I live. I had seen her a couple of times with a group, but never on her own. She smiled.

Where are you going, I asked. To see a friend, she replied. She was small and cute, so I asked her if she would like to come up to my apartment. “Yes,” she said.

As soon as we got inside, before she had even taken off her shoes, I lifted the front of her dress and put my hand down her pants. Her cock already felt big, but it instantly hardened and rose up hot and strong. She held onto my shoulders and I started tugging at her dick, thinking she might come straight away and anticipating a hot spurt into the palm of my hand.

After a minute or so, however, she let go of my shoulders and stepped out of her pants. Then, with her dress tucked up, she sat in my computer chair, her legs hooked over the arms of the chair and her dick standing up straight and stiff. Not actually having seen it before, I looked closely. It was slightly red from the tugging I had given it, and the tip was pink and moist.

I got onto my knees and within a couple of minutes was savouring a hot, creamy, nutty, salty spurt. Then there was some urgent business required to sort me out, which she did very quickly with an expert wrist.

The whole visit must have taken about 20 minutes.

Had she been a genetic girl, there would not have been the explosive quality of this encounter. Even though she looked like a particularly cute 18-year-old girl, she had a male sex drive. But, not being gay, I would not have offered to take an 18-year-old boy to my apartment. I would quite probably not even have noticed an 18-year-old boy walking through the mall.

Ladyboys know only too well that if they make up their faces and dress as girls, they are going to attract men. Men will know very well they are not genetic girls. But same-sex activity loses the yukky quality it might otherwise have if there is the illusion that this is a boy-girl thing. The fact that the girl has a stiff cock doesn’t really matter, as she also has a cute and willing bottom and a warm, moist mouth.

So the ladyboy is showing that, like all boys, she is ready for sex at any time. She is making herself attractive to men who would not otherwise have dreamed of having sex with a boy. Desire does not have any boundaries, but sometimes the correct packaging is needed.

One of the best reasons to visit Thailand is to meet ladyboys and what better to whet the appetite and sharpen the senses than the exceptional detail of Captain Outrageous’s photo galleries? There are so many views of each model and outstanding photographic attention paid to the exotic Thai cocks in all their states, shapes and sizes. No site I’ve seen pays such homage, so well, to the Thai male member.

However, a quick dip into ethnic sexology, which has quite a wealth of scientific info on the internet, seasoned with a dash of anthropology is also fun. Bizarre practises, ancient fetishes and big regional variations in sexual expression didn’t start with the Swinging Sixties. One of my favourites is the impossibly exotic Victorian explorer Sir Richard Francis Burton who spoke 19 languages, translated the Kama Sutra from Sanskrit and was said to personally sample every tribe or race, both male and female, he ever encountered.

Like most Easterners, Thais fit into the ’smaller’ category of cock – a sizing chart where Africans reign and Europeans come second. Not to say you cannot find some really ‘big’ ladyboys but those with fetishes for the gigantic will have a longer search in the East. And one is not talking relative size, since Thais are often short in body anyway.

Africans also have the longest, most tapered foreskins, the ‘aposthion’ so admired by the ancient (and bi-sexual) Greeks. Eastern Asians have the shortest foreskins and, as a glance in the galleries quickly shows, scant aposthions that are often baggy and seldom tapered.

Circumcision is a rarity in Thailand: Thais, except for a few Muslims from the South, are never put to the ‘knife’. Indeed circumcision is completely unknown in the traditional East – and Thais are very traditional.

Eastern people also have the highest incidence of phimosis, where the foreskin opening is too narrow to retract when erect (or at all) of any ethnic group. A study of young university males in China claimed 15 percent had phimosis against a world median of around 2 percent in adults.

The Japanese take phimosis very seriously, because it’s thought rude to show a cock with the foreskin up, even to one’s girlfriend. Going through LB photo galleries might give the idea that in Thailand, it’s rare to uncover the penis at all, even (or especially) at orgasm. Here’s a word of weird cultural advice – if you ever take a traditional Japanese bath, never get in with foreskin au naturel or you will cause serious offence and probably have the water ladle thrown at your nut.

The Koreans, always averse to things Japanese and perhaps reacting to centuries of colonial invasion have, on the other hand, recently taken to circumcision with a vengeance! Yet whilst Thai LBs seem not to mind any sort of radical gender surgery, often becoming ‘post-ops’ and having their willies sliced and diced, carved and cored into a vagina and labia or breasts and buttocks blown up with silicone and even Adam’s Apples ’shaved’ (ouch) it seems they are averse to any minor operation on a tight foreskin. One told me, ‘It not good but I scared of doctor.’ Now she’s a post-op.

You’ll spot lots of gals in the Captain’s galleries or other ladyboy sites who cannot retract their foreskin or only partially. There is often no cultural basis for surgery in the Orient – Chinese traditional medicine did not, for example, teach surgery at all. Is this the reason some Thais become LBs in their teens, because narrowness of the foreskin opening makes intercourse painful or impossible, and sometimes dangerous? It also means those LBs with phimosis cannot be tops and must take the passive role. Its worth investigating by any sexologist and let me volunteer.

Forced retraction can lead to dangerous swelling and a trip to the emergency room. Famous sufferers include Louis XVI of France, who was unable to make love to Marie Antoinette for many years until he was ’snipped’. His lack of heirs, and the rumour that Marie Antoinette (understandably) chose favours elsewhere made him disliked by the masses that he later had a far more serious condition, losing his other head – to the guillotine.

Is the average tourist aware that the Thai national health service offers free, expensive plastic surgery to repair foreskins damaged in accidents (that darned zipper again!) where every other socialised medical system would just slice the wounded bit off? Or that the Thai language has some half a dozen distinct words for various foreskins at various ages and stages of life?

Whatever, a LB lover will have a wonderful time with the amazingly diverse cocks of Thailand, from the creamy white and pink ones of Chiang Mai to dark and dusky members with heads the colour of ripe plums from Issan or the South – many with teasingly tight openings, novel foreskins and every shape or colour (curved seems almost a fashion and twisted 180 degrees on the axis is not unknown) in between. As was once said of London, when a man tires of the exotically different Thai cocks, he is tired of life.

In Thailand, I don’t think there is any hostility at all towards ladyboys. Individual cases do occur, of course, but what I mean is there is no general public reaction against them. A ladyboy can walk down any street and not be in fear of violent abuse. The worst she is likely to face is little kids making fun of her.

This holds true in even the rougher areas. In fact, if you walk through a Bangkok slum you are likely to find ladyboys living there, having decided that they can make more income from the sex trade than from the unskilled work that is the lot of the poorly educated working-class male.

I was thinking this over yesterday, when I was in one of the rougher parts of the city. I†was cutting through the area to visit an interesting old temple, when I saw two ladyboys walking, arms linked, along the lane. They passed a group of men drinking outside a grog shop, and rather than attract ribald comments†they†didn’t attract a second glance. At the corner of the lane was a group of motorcycle taxi riders, a tough looking bunch,†but again there wasn’t even the raising of an eyebrow. The ladyboys were simply part of the scenery. In fact, the†girls hopped onto the back of a couple of the bikes to ride off to the shops.

There are several reasons for this acceptance. The Buddhist culture, of course. The fact that ladyboys are such an accepted part of society that Thai men regularly take them for sexual partners without any qualms at all. And the sheer number of ladyboys,†which means†they are such a common†sight that no one is startled to see a ladyboy in full rig, even in the middle of the day.

Then there is the sheer beauty of so many ladyboys. There are plenty of ugly ones about, naturally, but I would say from personal experience that the greater number are attractive and that they embellish a crowded mall or busy street rather than appear as an oddity.

As I have mentioned before, there is an increasing trend on the part of employers to take on ladyboy staff and put them in upfront positions where they deal with the public. This is very indicative of the way in which the third sex in Thailand is accepted.

There is an ever-increasing number of Thai youngsters deciding to become ladyboys, and so acceptance can only continue to grow. Very little academic work appears to have been done on this very interesting subject, which is a great pity because it could provide all kinds of guidance for other countries struggling to assimilate the transgendered.

I liked the look of her. She was very young, very natural looking: not much makeup, and wearing a neat little grey-and-black dress. I went and stood beside her, and spoke to her softly in Thai. I said that she looked good, and that I knew she was sao prapet song, which is the polite Thai term for a ladyboy. She gave me a warm smile, not at all scared by the approach of a foreigner.

I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was waiting for a friend. I asked her if she had an hour to spare, and said that I had an apartment nearby. If she came with me, I said, I would give her some money so that she could come back later and enjoy herself with her friend.

There was no hesitation. She called her friend’s mobile and said she would be back during the afternoon. Then she gave me another beaming smile and we went outside and hopped into a taxi.

Back in my apartment she slipped out of her little dress to reveal a firm and boyish body with an exceptionally hard cock. I held it gently. It was so hot and so eager that I thought it might go off in my hand, so I turned my attention to her cute little bottom. But the situation was so explosive that everything was all over within a few minutes, she shooting what felt and tasted like an endless volume of creamy salty white-hot cum.

Then we both got dressed and she gave me another of those warm smiles, which I had come to really like. She told me she was still at school. Her family had no money. Her father was a driver and her mother worked in a noodle shop. I handed her the promised money, and she said she would treat her parents as well as going with her friend to buy a new dress and then for a meal. She went out of the door looking really happy. By the time she got back to the mall, the entire episode would have taken just an hour.

Two things. One, this was an incredibly erotic experience, enhanced by the unexpectedness. Brief encounters with a stranger can be dynamite. The other aspect is that I would never have approached a genetic girl in that way, unless she had made it clear she wanted me to. By dressing as a girl, my ladyboy friend was sending out a signal that she was available. A ladyboy does not decline sex, unless she has a very good reason.

A GG, unless she was on the game, would be frightened off by a direct approach. You could even find yourself exciting the attention of the security guards. But a ladyboy is up for adventure, sex, and the chance to make a little bit of cash. My little friend was no hooker. She was just a natural ladyboy, and for a brief hour one sunny Sunday afternoon, two people were happy.

Dew loves pornography. To be more specific, she loves to see pictures of young Thai men. Although pornography is illegal in Thailand, there is a thriving underground of Thai porn magazines and videos, as anyone who walks past Patpong or visits the Panthip Plaza IT emporium will be aware.

Much of this material features Thai guys, and some of it gets posted on the internet. Dew knew where to find the websites, and whenever she visited my place it wouldn’t be long before she took over my computer and went surfing. At this point I would be bundled out of the room, on the pretext that she would be emailing friends and reading the Thai newspapers, and that I would get very bored.

I knew what she was up to. The door to the computer room wouldn’t close properly, and after she had shooed me out she would “accidentally” put a chair against it so that I couldn’t walk in unexpectedly. Then she would hurry back to the screen. She didn’t realise that from a certain angle I could see through the crack in the door: I couldn’t see her face but I could see from her waist down.

Finding a batch of pictures she liked, she would tug down her shorts and knickers and start to play with her cock. I would watch as she got it up to full strength, her hand moving faster and faster, culminating in a white spurt that leapt into the air and went all over her belly. I would be sitting innocently reading a book as she sidled past and went into the bathroom to clean up.

I once asked her to show me the type of boy she liked best, and she pointed out a cute looking young guy with floppy hair and a slim and undeniably attractive body. As I’ve said here many times, I have no interest in men: but I could see the attraction.

Dew’s interest in porn is by no means uncommon amongst ladyboys. When I’m taking photographs, when it comes to the wanking sequence I do sometimes get asked if I have any gay magazines that would act as a stimulant. I feel guilty when I say no, and I tell myself I really should get a selection in, but I always forget.

I have found on several occasions that ladyboys actually have porn clips on their mobile phones. They will lay back and watch the clip, and I will hear strange gruntings and other sounds coming from the phone’s earpiece, but as I am standing with my camera waiting for the white spurtings I have never actually seen the visual quality of these clips.

This interest in porn is yet another facet of ladyboy life, which again underlines the strangeness of it all. Genetic girls tend not to have an interest in erotic pictures, but here is a beautiful girl flicking eagerly through photographs of handsome young naked guys. Then she takes out her own cock and gives herself one off the wrist. What could be stranger?

Ladyboys are however not aroused by pictures of other ladyboys. Many times I have shown visitors and models some of the pictures on the site, and they are always interested to see what their friends look like. They especially like to see photos of their friends’ cocks. But the interest is curiousity, not sexual arousal.

Last weekend I was exploring part of the Thonburi side of the river, walking along the bank of the Bangkok Yai canal where there is a collection of historic but little-known temples and shrines.

Outside one of them, at an open area of land that appears to double as a carpark and a volleyball court, there was a girl selling lotus flowers to devotees entering the temple. She gave me a smile and tried to sell me some, but as I wasn’t planning on entering the temple I politely declined.

I did however realise that she was a ladyboy. I circled around the temple slowly. I had read up on the history of the place, what little I could find, and was looking in particular at the mix of Chinese and Thai architectural elements. But of course, by now my mind was also on the ladyboy at the front of the temple.

As I came round the corner of the building, she was still there. It was just gone 5pm, the light was beginning to go, and there were few visitors. Seeing me, she flashed another smile. I went up to her.

I said, in Thai, that I knew she was a ladyboy. The polite way to do this is to say that you know she is “sao prapet song”, which means “second type of woman”, the courteous Thai phrase. Then I complimented her on her makeup.

She smiled an even bigger smile and asked me why I spoke Thai, and how many years I had been in the country. So we got talking like this, and I asked her where she lived. Only a few minutes away. She asked if I wanted to come back home with her.

Of course I did. She was not outstandingly beautiful but she had a sexuality about her: small, slightly built, a tom-boyish quality that I liked. My only misgiving was that I knew there would be no privacy in her house. I had earlier walked through the community, and it was a mixture of old timber houses and slightly newer brick-built ones. The kind of place where everyone knows everyone else, and where there are probably three generations of extended family all living in the same house together.

But, what the hell, it was yet another opportunity to see Thailand up close and personal.

We left the flower stall to her auntie, who owned it, and walked across the road and into a smaller road and then into an alley. The house was a brick one, shabby on the outside but clean and tidy inside. There was an elderly woman sitting out back, and a couple of kids buzzing around, but otherwise it was all quiet.

We went into her bedroom, where there was just room enough for the two of us to stand between the dressing table and the bed. She was wearing a denim skirt, and I lifted it and slipped my hand down the front of her pants. She gave a little gasp as I felt her cock, which was hot and hard, and her balls, which were full and warm. I tugged her pants down.

Her dick stood out straight: not a particularly long one, but it was heavy and strong. I began tugging it, very gently, and she put her hands on my shoulders and her face against my chest. Then her body stiffened and she gave a little cry, and spurts of hot cum went over my hand and wrist.

I lifted my wet hand to my face and there was the aroma of fresh coconut juice: the warm scent of a clean-living ladyboy. She was concerned that she hadn’t satisfied me, but although we had locked the door I just wasn’t up for it. I had however certainly enjoyed giving her a hand job. I said I would see her again, and that next time I would take her to my apartment where I could explore that tight little body and find out how that hot and fragrant cum tasted.

Pushing open the door, I was greeted by a gorgeous ladyboy who seemed vaguely familiar. “Remember me?” she asked. When you meet and photograph as many ladyboys as I do, this is a familiar situation. You may have photographed them with their pants down and shooting a load only a few weeks previously, or maybe a couple of years previously, but there are so many they can become a blur. Besides, when I take their pix I like them to wear minimal makeup. At night, in full regalia, they are often transformed.

“I am Pocky,” she said “Rachel!” Then the penny dropped. Not only had I taken her photograph on a couple of occasions a few years back, I also had even closer knowledge of her.

As a 16-year-old boy, Pocky had worked as a waiter at a restaurant near where I live. He was making pocket-money after school. Clearly gay and naturally effeminate, he always looked uneasy and self-conscious. Not a happy looking young man, I thought to myself. But at this time, of course, the only thing I had to do with him was to order my dinner.

Over the next couple of years I watched as Pocky morphed into a ladyboy. Not a particularly feminine one at first, but gradually the “he” disappeared and I began to think of Pocky as a “she”. When she turned 18, I invited her back to my place. She was painfully, embarrassingly shy. For a few months, she became a regular visitor, creeping in and snuggling up under the bedclothes. I took a couple of photosets, and thought she looked good. She liked the name Rachel, so that’s how she appears on the site. Then she went to college, and moved away. We lost touch until I entered Pinocchio.

“I not shy now!” she said, as we sat down, and she proceeded right there in the bar to pull her cock out of her panties and massage it up to full strength. It was a lot more impressive than it had been. “I not take hormones now,” she explained. Then, for good measure, she turned round on the bench seat and hoisted up her skirt and pulled down her pants, showing me (and the rest of the pub) her cute little bottom.

Apart from this boldness, the most remarkable thing was Rachel’s beauty. She had blossomed into a beautiful girl. Great makeup, lustrous hair, a slender figure, cute boobs, and a natural dimple in her left cheek that she must always have had, but I had not noticed. Above all, she looked happy. A bouncy, sparkly personality, and a confidence that I don’t think she would have had if she had remained male.

I turned round to see my friend sitting on the bench seat next to me, and his eyes were popping out like gobstoppers. Even the GGs in the pub were looking on bemused. I thought back to the time when little Pocky would lay on her back in my bed, her stiff little cock in the air, her eyes shut with the sheer embarrassment of it all. My, how you’ve changed.

Modestly, she retired into the bathroom to do this. I had to have a quiet laugh to myself. Not only was I about to take my lens to her bare bottom and then photograph her wanking off, I already knew her very closely indeed, as we had spent a few evenings together and I knew exactly how she looked and tasted. Yet she was diving into the bathroom to remove an outer pair of knickers.

Ladyboys can actually be extremely shy. They may not appear so if you are meeting one in a bar or on the street, but get them into a one-on-one situation, and they can almost faint away out of embarrassment.

I remember taking a video of a ladyboy once. There was one other person in the room with us, namely my assistant Ek, who is a femboy. The girl I was trying to video had a good big cock and I wanted to get some shots of it standing up. But she kept putting her hands in front of it, because Ek was looking. This is a video, I pointed out. I need your hands right out of the way. I may as well have been talking to myself. I had to send Ek out of the room.

Then again, if I have two ladyboys round to photograph during the course of an afternoon, I usually have to send one right out of the room and downstairs to the cafeteria, because the other one will be afraid of being seen. I explain that I shall shut the bedroom door while the pictures are being taken. But the bathroom has a door to the bedroom, and the girl being photographed will get paranoid that her friend will come out of the wrong door if she uses the loo. So, out she goes.

I think this shyness is often because ladyboys can be extremely bitchy. If you have ever heard them talking amongst themselves about another ladyboy, you will realise they can be far more catty than genetic girls. So they get shy about the size of their dick, because it will become a big joke amongst their friends, whether it be big or small. They get shy about skin blemishes, particularly on their bottoms. I was taking a set of pictures last week, and the girl put her hand across her bum when she took her pants down.

What’s up, I asked. “Have black,” she said. Gently, I removed her hand, expecting to find the black markings you sometimes find with dark-skinned people. It’s usually around the area where the bottom cheeks meet the tops of the thighs. But I looked, and told her that her bum looked fine. Very nice indeed. I took a few pictures and she studied them, frowning. “Yes, look nice,” she said at last, and gave a beaming smile. Then she relaxed. So I made someone happy that evening.

She would arrive at my place, and we would go straight into the bedroom. She usually wore a little dress, and I would lift the hem and slowly pull down her knickers. Her cock would be tucked back between her legs but, seeing the light of day (or evening, to be precise), it would struggle to burst free, emerging as a huge banana shape that rose up to touch her belly.

And like that it would stay. No matter what we did. She would shoot a great big hot sticky load and then lay down, and her dick would still be curving back towards her belly button. Eventually it would soften up a little but I only had to look at the thing and it would stir with fresh interest.

Miss Hardcock came from the province of Khon Kaen, in Issan. She was tiny, about five-four, and there was something slightly Khmer about her, as she had the darker skin that you often find amongst those of Cambodian extraction. The border is not that far away.

But what I really liked about her, apart from the obvious, was her face. She had the face of a little tigress: narrow slanted eyes, a watchful expression, and the demeanor of someone with a whole lot of pent-up energy. Which of course she had in abundance.

She was laying there next to me. She had a particularly cute little bottom, brown-skinned and flawless, and I had just been up it with considerable energy.

“You like?”, she had asked breathlessly, as I had been deep inside her. “You like my bottom?”

The fact was, I loved her bottom. When she lay on her tummy, smiling at me over her shoulder, she looked just like a teenage girl. The kind of girl you fantasise about: brown-skinned, small, slight, and with an utterly lascivious expression. When she turned over and lay on her back, she still looked like a teenage girl. Except for one thing, of course.

Now she lay on her back, her enormous dick yet to shoot its first load of the evening, hard and shining and twitching slightly. She rolled onto her side, and gave me her tigress smile. Reaching for the lubricant, she smeared a great handful over her cock so that it glistened.

“Now your turn,” she said, and got onto her knees, still smiling.

I said that, no, he shouldn’t do that because it would probably wreck the relationship. The best thing would be, on the next visit, to let his girl know that he knew. Do it indirectly, and be nice and understanding about it.

The thing is, that a teenage ladyboy is going to want to enjoy herself. She is probably just coming to terms with how attractive she is, and finding that she can seduce men. And if that means foreign men, then that means money. The ladyboy in question, like the majority of them, comes from a dirt-poor background. The usual thing…little village in Issan, father disappeared, mother scraping by. Making money from tourists to send back home, and with a bit of luck earn enough to buy a decent house and maybe later set up in a small business is what drives so many youngsters to become ladyboys in the first place.

As my friend said that he was not keeping the ladyboy, only giving her accommodation and a little money, the latter usually when he was in town, then I really felt he hadn’t a leg to stand on.

But I also told him that she was probably being extremely loyal to him. She would consider she was keeping her side of the bargain, and if she thought that she was upsetting him, she would be mortified. The thing is, that Thais are extremely loyal, particularly when money is involved. I don’t mean that in an overly cynical way: it comes from years of personal experience in the front line. They are able to compartmentalise their lives. Even now, there are Thai people that I know really well, and suddenly something will occur and I’ll realise that I knew only a fragment of their life. The side that they wanted me to see. Everything else was a mystery.

One more thing I told my friend: don’t be confrontational. It is part of the Western manner to tackle problems and arguments head on. But it is simply not like that in Thailand. Thais hate disputes, and will generally go to any length to avoid them. Confront a ladyboy with accusations of infidelity, and you have one seriously damaged relationship. Even if it is true.