Bali Bule Hunter

by Michael Powers

  “Lucky me!” Greg grinned. “That eliminates about a half billion competitors.”

  “You don’t have any competition,” Budi assured Greg.

  “Trust me, Budi, you have an extremely sexy body,” Greg whispered. “I could spend all night touching every centimeter and not tire of it, including the foreskin.”

  “Nothing would make me happier, but first, let me prepare you.” Kneeling before Greg, Budi produced a condom, then slipped it over the erect cock facing him. Budi rose, guided Greg toward the king-size bed, then gently shoved him backwards. With Greg on his back, Budi pounced on top of him. They kissed passionately for several minutes, groping each other wildly. Budi lubed himself, then laid on top of Greg, guiding the throbbing white cock inside himself. Rocking gently at first, then faster and faster, Budi coaxed Greg’s semen from its warm hiding place in eleven separate eruptions. Budi enjoyed watching the changing facial expressions of his sex partners, and had become very adept at knowing when their climax had ended just by studying their faces. Expressions of exquisite pain and pleasure were followed by a peaceful look, telling Budi he had provided another memorable experience.

  This time was different, though. This wasn’t for money, or even lust. This time, Budi experienced a sensation he hadn’t known since Giordi left him. He didn’t know whether it was love or not, but he felt something very powerful. He cared a great deal for Greg, even though they had known each other less than twenty-four hours. Sensing he could trust this tall bule like no other man he had ever known, Budi desperately wanted to please him.

  Looking down at his own semen on Greg’s hairy chest, Budi whispered, “That’s a first,” as he slipped off Greg to fetch some warm washcloths. “I’ve never cum with a man inside me before.”

  “Is that good or bad?” Greg asked.

  “Good for me,” Budi grinned as he reappeared, and began wiping Greg clean. “Was it good for you?”

  Rolling toward Budi, Greg stroked him fondly, then kissed his neck and back. “It was great, Budi. I’m glad you were so persistent. Can we do it again?”

  “Every day and every night the rest of our lives,” Budi winked.

  Greg pulled Budi closer. “I was thinking a little nearer term. Say, maybe ten minutes from now?”

  After making love the third time, Budi snuggled up to Greg. Moving his index finger from Greg’s forehead he traced a straight line down the middle of his face, between the eyes, over the nose and mouth and down the chin.

  “What are you doing?” Greg asked.

  “Memorizing your face with my hands,” Budi replied.

  “Expecting to go blind soon?” Greg chuckled.

  Punching Greg lightly, Budi told him it’s how he remembered the most important things in his life.

  “You’re the most attractive bule I’ve ever been with,” Budi confided. “As I felt every part of your body tonight, I realized that except for the skin color, hair, and height, we’re very similar.”

  “And the eyebrows,” Greg reminded him as he sat up.

  “Yes, my huge, weird v-shaped eyebrows,” Budi groaned.

  “They’re adorable,” Greg assured Budi, kissing them as proof. “When we met this morning, you were disappointed when you found out I was a teacher weren’t you.”

  “Sort of,” Budi admitted, “but not for the reason you think. I’m not looking for anyone to support me. But I don’t want money to keep me apart from someone I love either. The only bules who can afford successful long distance relationships all have money they inherited or earned from businesses they own.”

  “Why didn’t you politely excuse yourself when you found out I’m not rich?” Greg asked.

  Budi sat up and moved his face next to Greg’s. “I’m not that shallow. Besides you’re so damn gorgeous, I had to see if we had any chemistry.” He placed his face against Greg’s rubbing them together until their lips connected. After several short kisses he finished his thought. “I figured if I could make you my love slave, you’d forget all about your home in the States. Then I could teach you how to cut hair and put you to work in one of my salons, and we’d live happily ever after.”

  “I admire all your plans and schemes on my behalf,” Greg grinned. “And I’m glad you didn’t give up on me.”

  Budi hesitated to tell Greg the whole truth for fear of jinxing their relationship. So far, trusting Greg had not been a mistake, so Budi decided to continue. “Remember when we introduced ourselves today at Made’s?”

  “Sure, Budi. Why?”

  “You asked me questions about my life, complimented my appearance, and didn’t try to impress me with money or by telling me how big your dick is.”

  “Did I do all that?”

  Budi smiled up at Greg. “You did, and that impressed me. After that it didn’t matter how much money you have, because I thought maybe I’d finally met the one man on earth who could give me both sex and love, and make me forget about financial security.”

  Greg kissed the top of Budi’s head. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I’m glad romance is still alive and well on Bali.”

  Stroking Greg’s chest contentedly, Budi hoped the night would never end.

  “I think I know why you and Dana didn’t work out as lovers,” Greg speculated.

  Moving his face closer to Greg’s, Budi invited him to take his best guess. “Dana likes to own things, and you’re too independent to let anyone own you, even someone you love deeply.”

  “A plus, teacher,” Budi smiled. “You understand me better in a day than most people do in a lifetime. Will my independent streak be a problem for you? Maybe you’re looking for someone more submissive?”

  Greg hugged Budi. “I like your independent streak, as long as you don’t get carried away and start your own country.”

  “Too bad,” Budi sighed. “I have my eye on a small island off the west coast of Bali. Thought we could break away from Indonesia and call it the Republic of Budiland.”

  “Before you do anything reckless,” Greg warned, “think of all the administrative headaches of running your own country. Roads to build, garbage to collect, schools to operate. If you think running two salons is a lot of work, wait until you have your own country. Choosing the right UN delegate alone can be a nightmare!”

  “You can handle all those duties,” Budi chuckled.

  “And what will you do, Mr. President?” Greg snorted.

  “Half my time will be spent overseeing the casinos, brothels, massage parlors, and gay bars to make sure they meet my high standards,” Budi declared. “The other half will be spent promoting Budiland in Europe and North America.”

  “I can see you’ve given this a lot of thought,” Greg smiled.

  “Not really,” Budi admitted. “You gave me the idea a couple seconds ago, but I love it. Now I’ve got something new to dream about. Thanks, Greg!”

  Rubbing Budi’s belly, Greg agreed that dreaming sounded like a good idea.

  Chapter 6

  Greg’s cell phone woke him at eleven. He heard a series of chirps, then giggling. “Have you lost the ability to speak, Budi?” Greg chuckled.

  “I said good morning in chirpspeak,” Budi joked.

  “Where are you? I didn’t even hear you leave.”

  “Yeah, you’re really a sound sleeper. Hope you don’t mind that I took your billfold and maxed out all your credit cards, Greg!”

  Greg spotted his billfold on the night stand, and reached over to check the contents. “Since my billfold is still here, you must be using your other boyfriend’s credit cards.”

  Pretending to be horrified, Budi exclaimed, “You’re right! Hope it’s not the one who likes to beat me.”

  “And I hope it is, you cheater,” Greg laughed. “Do I have time to shower and shave before we meet Anton?”

  “Yes, and I’ll help with those hard to reach places,” Budi offered.

  “I can manage myself,” Greg shot back. “Meet you in the hotel lobby in thirty minutes.�
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  When Greg entered the hotel lobby, Budi was entertaining the doorman with a story. He waved when he spotted Greg, patted the doorman’s shoulder, and then jogged over to Greg.

  “How long have you been up?” Greg asked, amazed how well rested Budi looked.

  “Left the hotel around eight, went home, showered, changed clothes, had breakfast, and checked my salons.”

  “You look damn good for a guy who got several hours less sleep than me,” Greg remarked. “What’s your secret?”

  “Sugar, caffeine, and crack cocaine,” Budi deadpanned. “Want some?”

  “Just the caffeine and sugar, but I can wait until we get to the Galleria. Do we take the bike or a taxi?”

  “Let’s bike over there. It’s a nice day and only fifteen minutes away. Wanna see if I can make it in ten, Greg?”

  Greg smiled, admiring Budi’s playful spirit. No wonder he had so many friends. He was easy to be around; helpful, confident, energetic, and very capable. “Does the ten minute ride come with a survival guarantee?”

  “Sorry, Greg,” Budi shook his head sadly. “Outside the bedroom, I offer no guarantees.”

  “Let’s take the more leisurely fifteen minute ride,” Greg suggested.

  The Galleria was a collection of upscale clothing, furniture, electronics, and personal service shops, plus a variety of bars and restaurants. Located on Nusa Dua, it was an easy ride from Greg’s hotel on Kuta Beach.

  They decided it would be best if Budi approached Anton alone, introducing himself as a friend of Cass and Punk, then offering to buy lunch. While Budi sought out Anton, Greg browsed around the mall. Fifteen minutes later, Budi found Greg trying on jeans.

  “Budi, I can’t believe the prices! I could spend two hundred dollars on clothes here and not have to shop again for five years!”

  Budi laughed. “Now you see the third of four reasons so many bules come here. I call them the four b’s of Bali.”

  Playing along, Greg asked what the four b’s were.

  “Boys, beaches, bargains, and Budi.”

  “You’re shameless,” Greg muttered playfully. “Did you find Anton?”

  “Yup. He’ll meet us at the Chinese restaurant at the other end of the mall in a few minutes. Let’s get a table.”

  “Was he reluctant?” Greg asked.

  “Not at all! He thinks I’m hot for him, so naturally he’s anxious to have lunch.”

  “Do you think we’ll be able to fit all three of us and your giant ego in the restaurant, Budi?”

  “Maybe not,” he replied seriously. “Better wait here while I meet Anton alone.”

  “And miss the great detective Budi at work? No way! I’m coming with you.”

  Budi and Greg had only been seated a minute when Anton joined them. With his blond hair, most people assumed Anton was gay, a hair stylist, or both. Approximately the same height, build, and age as Budi, Anton was also Chinese. After introductions, Greg asked, “Do you know why we want to talk to you, Anton?”

  “Punk call. Say you interesting with my German friend.”

  “Do you mind?” Budi asked.

  “Not mind,” Anton assured them.

  “Can you tell us about your German friend? His job, family, friends, home?” Greg prodded Anton.

  “Hans lonely rich man. Not handsome. Him sixty-seven, fat, and no head hair. Own many travel agency. Sell business to big company for lotta money. Him never marry. Mother, father, sister already die. No friend. Just work and more work, then think maybe wanna live Bali with young boy. I’m very interesting with that. Live with rich old bule....big villa......every gay boy dream on Bali, ya know?”

  Budi and Greg nodded. “Cass said you knew Hans had other boyfriends on Bali,” Budi recalled. “How did you know?”

  Anton lowered his head, blushing slightly. “Keep secret?”

  Budi nodded solemnly, fairly certain he already knew. “Have two profile on-line. One good boy profile. One bad boy profile. Bad boy profile fake. Use naked pic from porn site. Tell my wrong dick size and other stuffs. Hans send message to fake profile even when he say I am only boy he interesting with. That how I know he contact with many Bali boy. He tell fake profile he pay lotta money for rough sex. Him never say same like that with good boy profile. That how I know he want sex with Bali moneyboy.”

  It occurred to Greg he was doing something similar. He wondered how many real profiles there were on gay dating websites, then decided that was a topic for another time. “If you knew Hans was in contact with other Bali boys, why did you still meet him when he came here, especially if you knew he wanted to pay for sex?”

  Anton’s head bobbed up and down while he considered his answer. “Maybe Hans need two boy for happiness. Good boy and sex boy. I wanna be good boy. We live together, go movie, take many trip. For sex, him pay moneyboy do things I no like. My father did same like that. Have wife for making childrens and pay many different lady for sex fun.”

  “How practical,” Greg muttered, unable to restrain his sarcasm.

  “Guess I’m not the only one who believes it’s hard to find love, sex, and security in one neat package,” Budi snickered.

  Greg grinned, but kept quiet so they wouldn’t stray too far off topic. Finding a truly romantic couple had become a contest.

  Turning his attention back to Anton, Budi asked, “When the other boys called Hans after he got to Bali, did you hear any of their names?”

  “No name, but I hear address. Boarding house on Jalan Legian, maybe three block from Kuta Matahari. Many moneyboy rent room there. I go see what place it is,” Anton grinned, proud of his sleuthing.

  Handing Anton a napkin and pen, Budi asked him to sketch a map of the boarding house location.

  Since Anton was in such a talkative mood, Greg probed further. “Maybe this is too personal, but what kind of sex did Hans want that was too rough for you? If you’d rather not say, I understand.”

  “Hans like bbs,” Anton replied as he drew a map for Budi.

  Puzzled, Greg turned to Budi.

  “Bareback sex….anal sex without a condom,” Budi explained quickly.

  “Hans got dick like horse,” Anton explained. “I no like be him bottom boy. No good for me. Moneyboy not care. They do bbs all time. Hans also like tie boy with rope. Sometime beat boy. I no like, so better Hans have moneyboy do rough sex on him.”

  Greg wondered why Anton wanted anything to do with Hans. Sensing Greg’s question, Anton offered to explain. “You think I crazy still interesting with Hans, even I know him beat boy?”

  Greg tilted his head slightly. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking.”

  “I work twelve hour, six day each week. With tip, I earn enough to rent small room, pay for food and handphone, and send small money to poor mother. How I gonna buy motorbike? House? Take trip? I search Net two year for finding nice bule. Hans first bule really interesting with me. I’m average boy, not handsome and success like Budi. English not so good like Budi. I never get good bule like Budi. Make relationship with Hans so I’m not always poor boy. Soon, I not even get bule like Hans interesting with me. Every bule want young boy. Anton twenty-five. Too old already!”

  The economic reality of love and life for a young gay man in a developing country seemed harsh to Greg. “I understand, Anton. Please believe me. I’m not judging you. Just one more question. Have you tried to contact Hans again?”

  Anton nodded. “I send e-mail and text each week until his phone disconnect. I send mail his postal and it come back last week. Say no Hans; no forward address. Not know what do next.”

  Greg turned to Budi. “When a rich guy doesn’t pay his phone bill or have his mail forwarded for a couple months, that can’t be good.”

  Budi turned to Anton. “You’ve been very helpful. How long have you been cutting hair?”

  “Two year. You like my blondness?”

  “It looks very good on you,” Budi smiled as he handed Anton his business card. “If you want a better job, call this n
umber and ask for Rudy. Tell him you talked to me. You’ll work a lot fewer hours and earn more money. The rest is up to you and Rudy.”

  Anton fingered the card like a precious gem, grinning wide. “I call today!”

  After some smalltalk, Anton returned to his salon while Greg and Budi lingered over coffee.

  “Except for the rough sex, Hans sounds like my uncle,” Greg observed. “Wealthy, sixties, lived alone, no family, no one to miss him. He’s the kinda guy who could have beaten Burung. Maybe one of the moneyboys he hired beat him instead. I’ll bet next year’s salary he never left this island, and the police aren’t looking for him cuz no one reported him missing.”

  Budi hesitated to mention another potential connection, then decided Greg was open to any possibility. “You said you don’t know much about your uncle’s gay life. Maybe he likes rough sex, too. That could be part of the pattern behind these disappearances.”

  Greg frowned, then shrugged. “Anything is possible, but Uncle Ted never struck me as the violent type. It’s sad Anton feels he needs to settle for someone like Hans. My friends in San Diego complain about being in an abusive relationship if their spouse forgets to put the cap back on the toothpaste. Imagine how they’d feel about a nightly beating?”

  “I’ve always had a rule,” Budi confided. “I’m up for anything as long as it doesn’t make me bleed or cry! Sex shouldn’t require a trip to the hospital to get sewn back together.”

  “I admire your high standards,” Greg teased. “By the way, that was a nice gesture, offering Anton a job.”

  “I watched him work for a few minutes and he’s good. Since I have an opening, Anton and I will both be better off. The only loser is his current boss.”

  Greg patted Budi’s arm. “That wouldn’t happen to be Dana, would it?”

  “Yes,” Budi grinned wickedly, “but that’s an unexpected bonus. It’s still a good move for Anton.”

  “You’re just an old softie, Budi.”

  Budi didn’t understand. “What’s a softie?”