I'm not much of the bathroom cruiser anymore. 20 years ago when I was 20 years younger here in Thailand it was quite the paradise for me. Nowadays I can get my rocks off in different ways, especially if I have a few Baht in my pocket it is much less hassle than hanging out in bathrooms. Not knocking the cruising experience, Central Lad Prao in the early 90s was fucking amazing.
But, being at Fashion Island yesterday and in the Robinsons department store, I remembered always feeling that a couple of the bathrooms there always seemed to be a little bit cruisy. No, I have never seen any action in the bathrooms, but there always seemed to be a certain air about a couple of them that sex could hapen. Call it a Spidy sense I have but havn't been using for a long time for illicit sex in bathrooms.
So I checked out the third floor bathroom, and there was nothing going on. I then went down to the second floor used urinal, and there was a thirtyish Thai guy with a receding hairline at one of the urinals. The bathrooms in Robinson are actually quite well designed for cruising, as you have to go around the corner to get to the urinals and stalls. This guy wasn't really my type, but he was in very good shape and definitely gave me that look that you get from someone who is looking for someone for something. So I stayed there at the urinals, and waited for a minute.
He left, then came back after about 30 seconds. He then right away pulled down the front of his pants revealing a delicious looking 7 inch cock. He was actually kind of swinging it around for me. He was also motioning for me to get into the stall with him. But something seemed just a little strange about the whole situation. I don't know what it was but again I guess my sense of doing this quite often before in the last life made me feel something was set up about it.
So I decided to make a retreat and forget about this, even though I have to admit it was hard to give up working on this beautiful cock. As I was making my exit out of the bathroom I passed two guys coming down the hall towards the bathroom, both dressed in identical polo shirts and dark trousers. They both had grim looks on their faces and were looking at me. I assume that they were undercover security for Robinsons. I just kept on walking and when I got out of the hallway and into the department store there was another security guard standing there not really doing anything, just looking around. When he saw me he walked over to the phone desk and sat down.
Maybe it was me just being paranoid, but it definitely felt like something had been planned to catch me. I almost feel that when the guy left the urinal and went around the corner he had texted somebody to come get ready to catch me and him together.
Just a little story for you all and also that maybe fashion island is not the best place cruising.