Readers of my story 'My First Ladyboy' will know that I was spending a lot of time in the Far East monitoring the activities of my company's agents from our London base.
The initiative proved highly successful and it came as no surprise when it was decided to establish a small office within the region and I was asked to set it up.
I was instructed to make a recommendation as to where the office should be located and it quickly became clear that the choice lay between Hong Kong and Manila in the Philippines. A further more detailed analysis showed Manila had cost advantages and it was there that I set up office.
Much of my time was still spent travelling throughout the Far East visiting agents with frequent visits to Thailand where I spent most of my evenings with the delightful Tam.
Although I looked upon Tam as a woman, enjoying her boy-pussy as much as I enjoyed any genuine one, I continued to be fascinated by her small cock and began to have thoughts of toying with something larger. But apart from Tam, my sexual liaisons in other countries remained strictly heterosexual.
Not that there weren't plenty of opportunities to try the alternative, especially when I'd take myself off to an in-hotel sauna at the end of a tiring day. I lost count of the number of towels which were lifted by local guys to display cocks of various shapes and sizes, most at full stand.
On one occasion I came close when I was in the fitness club of my Taipei hotel. Having spent as long as I could stand in the hot pool, I had just moved to the cold pool when in came a young, well built Chinese who sat down on the side of the pool opposite me dangling his legs in the water. Looking directly at me he spread his legs slightly to display a limp but impressive appendage sitting amidst a mass of fine black hair. He smiled and then looked down at his dick which before my eyes grew and stiffened until there was what must have been a good seven inches of thick cock with a pronounced head sticking out in front of him. His smile left no doubt as to what he wanted.
The temptation to swim over and hold it, perhaps even take it in my mouth, was strong and I believe I would have acted if at that very moment a couple of Europeans hadn't walked in and broken the spell. I climbed out of the pool and left to dry myself, get dressed and go back to my room.
I immediately stripped off and threw myself on the bed my rock-hard cock in hand. Pictures of 'that' cock were clear in my mind as I brought myself to a quick, hard orgasm the cum jetting high up my chest. I lay back exhausted part of me regretting I hadn't taken up the obvious invitation which had been extended to me.
A session with one of the many available hotel girls later that night helped take my mind off the afternoon's experience but at the back of my mind remained a vision of another guy's cock.
It was some weeks later when I was back in the Manila office struggling to clear the paper work which always stacked up when I was away. My secretary came in to say there was a young Filipino who wanted to see me. She told me he was selling specialty books and thought I might be interested in buying some.
My first reaction was to say I was too busy to see him but it was nearing the end of the day and I was tired of checking figures so I told her to show him in.
The bookseller was one very handsome boy, late teens, early twenties I thought, slim, black hair, warm coloured skin, wide mouth, perfect teeth and what I could only think of as very kissable lips.
He introduced himself as Randy (all Filipinos seemed to have unusual names or nicknames) and said he was a student at one of the many local colleges who was trying to earn some extra Pesos. Before I could put my brain in gear I'd ordered three of his books two of which I was sure I'd never open.
He told me that the copies he had with him were for display only and that he'd bring fresh copies the next day. He asked me what time would be best. I told my secretary left at 5 but I always remained in the office until around 6.
Randy smiled and said he had classes the next afternoon but would come by soon after 5. My heart was racing at the thought of seeing him again and at a time when there'd be no one else around.
The next day I found it difficult to concentrate and I was relieved, but at the same time jumpy, when my secretary came in to say good night.
5 o'clock passed, then ten past but no Randy. However just as I once again looked at my watch there was a knock on the outer door. I got up from my desk and opened it ushering in the casually dressed Randy who was carrying the three books I'd ordered. I directed him to my office making sure the door was snibbed. I moved to sit behind my desk, Randy settling into one of the visitors' chairs in front of it.
After some small talk Randy said, 'Here are your books. You owe me 700 Pesos for them.'
I nodded but made no move to pay. Instead I asked 'Tell me Randy, how old are you.'
'Nineteen. Why do you ask?'
'Just curious. I can remember when I was nineteen. A very good age though rather frustrating.'
'Why frustrating'
'Oh you know, lots of hormones running through my body but not many opportunities to let them loose. Mind you that was in England. I'm sure it's different here where there are plenty of available girls. No doubt you've got many girl friends.'
'I'm too busy with my studies to bother with girls. In any case I'm not really interested in them.'
'So what do you do about sex? You don't look the sort of guy who isn't interested in that.'
'Well I do what most guys do, use my hand.' He paused and then added ' And occasionally I get lucky and link up with a special friend. But special friends are not easy to find.'
'What do you mean by a special friend?'
