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It was 5:30 a.m. Tokyo time when my alarm went off but it was easy to climb out of bed. With purpose. I was leaving for Bangkok later that day and I still had to pack. It wasn't until 8:30 p.m. that I was able to check into my hotel. That's 10:30 Tokyo time. I was hungry and tired, not to mention sweaty, having had to walk and lug my suitcase for the last kilometer or so. I did not go straight up to my room to shave, shower and get myself ready for a Friday night on Silom. “Or maybe on Patpong,” I thought to myself. “Patpong is supposed to be getting busy with gay bars now that Soi Twilight has turned out the lights.” Before I could take a look around, I needed some calories. So I broke one of my Cardinal rules of traveling in Thailand — I ate dinner in the hotel's restaurant. Side note: I was the only solo diner in the place but I was mostly doing the same thing everyone else in the restaurant was, using my phone to scroll through my social media accounts. Even couples fed their smartphone addictions rather than make conversation. So rather than feel lonely, I was part of the club. I was also feeling my age. I didn't get up to my room, unpacked and showered until after 10. I was exhausted; there would be no Friday night out in Bangkok for me. All I could do was crawl in bed and let memories of my first trip to this megacity unspool in my head. That night I also broke a Cardinal rule. Was it really 23 years earlier? Must've been. Like tonight, it was a Friday, but when I arrived at my hotel much further into the night, I was exploding with energy. I just had to wash up, pull on a pair of designer jeans and a Calvin Klein T-shirt and find my way to the fabled Silom Soi 4, to Telephone, to Rome and so many other bars and clubs I had only read or heard about. Could I find the soi on my own? I probably could have squeezed my guide book, “The Men of Thailand,” into a pocket, but I wasn't going to embarrass myself. I wasn't going to look like a foolish tourist. And besides, how hard could it be? One alley over from Patpong, TMOT told me. And my hotel was a 10-minute walk down Surawong from Patpong. It would be easy. So off I went. I would sate my hunger at a street food stall on Patpong. I was going to get the full Bangkok experience. Then, finally, I began making my way to Soi 4. As I recall now, I was almost at a jog. And maybe my haste was my problem. I ended up making some wrong turns. As everyone knows, there are two Patpongs, but I let this slip my mind. When I finally did turn into Soi 4, well, that's when I broke that Cardinal rule. Only I did not realize it until several long minutes later. ”Are you looking for the gay bars?” someone asked. How did he know? That's exactly what I had been trying to do for, what, 15 minutes? Was I on the wrong street? Again? How many wrong streets could there be? I had initially missed Soi 4 and not realized it until I saw a sign for Soi 2. Surely I didn't double back too far. At least I hadn't got all the way back to Patpong. And who is my interrogator? A gay basher? I don't think I would admit to a stranger back home that I was looking for “the gay bars,” but this is Bangkok, and TMOT, while perhaps failing to give more specific directions to Soi 4, did insist that gays are not harassed in Bangkok, that even taxi drivers wouldn't think twice if I told them to take me to “the gay bars.” So I could tell this guy the truth, whoever he is. ”Yes,” I managed to say. He smiled. He knew the answer. So at least “The Men of Thailand” was right about Thais not being prejudiced against gays. I felt braver. I could safely add to my one-word reply. “Do you know where Telephone is? Is this Soi 4?” ”Follow me,” I remember him saying. “I'll take you there.” So off we went, back out of the alley I was sure was Soi 4. Apparently I had been wrong again. When we got to Silom, we turned right. We walked past the nicknack stalls of the night market. We walked by the first Patpong soi that I had missed earlier in the night. We passed the next Patpong street. Is that really a Christian bookstore on the corner? Odd place for a Christian bookstore. And aren't we going in the wrong direction? Or maybe that was my mistake all along. I was supposed to take a right at the end of Patpong, not a left. Wow, that would have saved me a lot of time. I could already be in Telephone, flirting with a cute local. Or maybe Rome. I really want to go to Rome. I've heard so much about it. The best gay nightclub in Asia, they were calling it. My new best friend then brought me out of my own thoughts. ”Where are you from?” he asked. I told him. “How many times have you been to Thailand?” “When did you arrive?” “How long are you staying?” Hey wait a minute, I thought. How far are we going to walk? One alley over from Patpong, right? And this neighborhood doesn't really look like a nighttime entertainment district anymore. In fact, we seem to be passing a hospital. A Christian hospital. I didn't realize there was such a big Christian influence in Thailand. My inner monologue is often over active. It also has the ability to make the exact same sound as a needle being dragged across a vinyl record when it's about to change topics. “Who is this guy I'm with?” I finally thought. I didn't actually ask that question out loud but I could see a little anxiety in his face as he noted my own. ”Just a little bit more,” he assured me as we turned right onto I don't know what street — a street that did not have nearly as many Friday night revelers on it as the street where I had met ... Who? Who the hell is this guy? And then it hit me. “Oh, no!” my inner monologue screamed. “I broke the TMOT Cardinal rule — ‘DON'T GO WITH TOUTS!’” ”Obviously we're not going to Soi 4,” I managed to say with a snarl. “Where are we going?” ”A gay bar,” the tout answered. “Trust me. You'll like it.” He was practiced. He recognized that I was about to turn back, so he turned into a desperate conversationalist, keeping me stupidly talking to him as we continued turning corners and walking down poorly lit streets until we were there ... Under a sign that read, Galaxy Boys. We walked up to the second floor and into a very dark, very uncrowded bar that had at least a dozen go-go dancers. All young, maybe late teens, early 20s. All with perfectly lean but beautifully defined bodies. All with smooth, bronze skin. All with long, lithe legs. All with supple calf muscles that took shape much higher toward the knee than I had ever seen before. All dressed in nothing but bikini bottoms. And those smiles! The walls appeared to be black, and there was little light, only dim beams that lit the boys on the stage. The ones in the shadows were pulling out their little soldiers and rubbing them until they stood at attention. The achievement of a full erection would bring a broad smile and a glance my way. The tout was right, I kind of did like this place. In fact, I was entranced. There's something to say for sleazy bars. Especially when no one sees you walking into one. I ordered a beer and sat back while the tout walked toward the entrance where he engaged the manager, at least I think she was the manager, in an animated conversation. More of the dancers smiled my way. I smiled back, unsure what else to do. You can probably guess the next several events. The manager and tout would return. The manager would insist one of the boys come down and sit with me. He put his hand on my thigh, and one of my hands on his thigh. His skin was warm, smooth, a little damp. I found myself in the same conversation I had been in minutes earlier with the tout. The go-go dancer took my hand and placed it further up his thigh, so that my pinky was rubbing his cock. He giggled when my head turned, betraying my startlement. ”I like you,” he said without pronouncing the k. I stared into his eyes, and as I searched for the proper response — Was there one? — he began to kiss me. It wasn't a peck, but a full, lips locked, open-mouthed, gentle jaw movement kiss that my tongue remembers well to this day. ”I like you, too,” I said, pronouncing the k and figuring I might as well state the obvious. “I'm also hard as a rock.” I don't think he understood that but the tout and manager seemed to know that the time to pounce was right and they were back at my sofa with a 2,200-baht bill. ”For one beer?” I sneered. ”No for boy off too. And must pay boy another 2,000 baht at hotel.” Apparently it had already been decided that I was taking the best kiss I had ever had back to my hotel. But I balked. I was on my way to Soi 4, remember. I never made it to my intended destination that night. I left Galaxy Boys and returned to my hotel as it had been ordained for me. ... I'm not sure what will come next, a report on Night II of my most recent trip to Bangkok, or me reminiscing about that first trip 23 years ago.

Fully agreed, it's why I'm not one of those who are complaining about boys on the stages of Jupiter or BBB being partially dressed. Even if I don't wear jeans myself i find guys in jeans sexy looking

BKK, Thai gets better and better everytime I visit...looking 4ward 4 this very good products, and I do believe they're worth it, haa haa... Jupiter2018 was even featured in a Netflix tv series which showcase how great the place is...

My reason to plan another trip to BKK in a near future ...❤️ (It is public on a social media site so i assume i could share this with you all here.)

Brazil Trip Overview Background Hematology- Oncologist so 100% book smart, 0% street sense or cred. British by birth, Ghanaian (Asante heritage), Mayo-BJH-CDC-NIH-NCI willing hostage. Nerdy as fuck!!! Woke up one morning, three weeks ago and decided that I had had enough reading other people’s sexcapades in Brazil. Visa Application My British passport expired late last year, I have not had time to renew so I had to apply for a visa with my Ghanaian Passport and Green Card. Since I was not sure if the visa waiver policy was going to apply to permanent residents as well I decided to go ahead and apply for a visa anyway. Gathered the required documents (completed online portion with an uploaded passport picture~>print receipt sign and paste another passport photo on there, passport, green card, pay stubs, utility bill and an $80 USPS cashiers check and a ticket I got with COPA for about $500 for the 17th of April). 4 hour drive to Chicago, submitted my application on the Friday, 5th of April. I was given a receipt to pick up my visa on the 12th of April, was in and of the Embassy within 15 minutes. I had heard and read terrible stories about the in-person visa application process so I knew I was cutting it real close. Tuesday 9th April I checked online and my visa was ready to pick up. I bought my ticket to fly out of Chicago to São Paulo, so I waited to pick up my passport and visa on the 16th and then just fly out in the morning of the 17th. Pre-Trip Planning Extensive reading of this blog consulted a member on here who gave me a lot of pointers. I chose an Airbnb in Jardim Paulista. I sent the host a message asking if visitors were allowed. She said yes but it is better, safer, easier and more convenient if I knew the names and RG or CPF of the friends I am expecting so she could pre-authorise them to come up to the apartment. I went ahead and gave her the names and CPF of two guys that I had planned to meet. As part of my planning I pinned to various locations (including Lagoa) in São Paulo on Grindr to see the kind of guys around. Spoke to two that I found really attractive (non- Garoto) and meeting up with with them when I get there. I tried to set up a massage and waxing appointment package at inhouseagencia via WhatsApp but whoever is managing the account was not keen on setting up an appointment a week before. He said to get in touch at most a day before. Goldtherapy spa did not even bother to respond. Estudio5massagem set up a waxing appointment for Thursday at 11:00am. I set up an Instagram account followed one Garoto and then I got several suggestions so followed a bunch of Garotos (I think those guys live more fabulous lives than I do) lol. Just arrived at the Airbnb and it is small but looks great. Will update daily. I doubt my reports will be as juicy as Numazu’s and Tomcal’s but i’ll try my best slut up!!!

Great news! Two years ago Taiwans Supreme Court gave the government two years to implement a gay marriage law. After two years talking and conservatives seeming to get the upper hand, this morning the legislators passed the most liberal of three possible bills. And it passed by a large majority - 66 votes to 27. Gay marriage will become legal from Friday next week. So which Asian country will be next?

I didn't know that a Chinese company owned Grindr lock, stock, and barrel! Now there's concern that China could learn a lot about US Government employees who use it. Military personnel do too, so is it a problem? Read on: https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2019/may/18/grindr-us-security-china-new-cold-war At least it's not chopsticks!

WOW!! So hot!! I will watch this every night here in the USA... Thanks for the URL!!!

Hi friends. Still here and keeping busy sucking large dicks, making friends, getting to the beach, attending a gay political conference, visiting Cine Lido, staying cool, staying in Las Terranas, and seeing movies. Full reports later! Glad I gave myself a long vacation here.

Sir, you wrote very well. Share more stories of your current trip please.

why trouble if first thing you will be inclined to do is to remove those sexy strings anyways?

...and the famous hot boy from Moonlight was also featured, Babe, if I may add, lol

I love those multi coloured g-strings the boys are wearing in Jaspers post. I the event of a off I would insist that my boy boy wear his for me in my room.

Yup, yup...hot pic like this could be shared, as long as the private part is not exposed, haa haa...thank you!!!

Buck, you are so correct. Thailand and especially Bangkok, is changing very quickly in many ways and not good ways. Prices for many things are getting more expensive but we are not getting better products. The bars and boys are included here.

Been three times and had a great time each trip.

I like this pics of Babe...enjoy!!!

Gotta add that one dude last night was a fine specimen of a hairy Latino bull with a fat cock, solid thighs and butt, and simply stood against a wall and allowed to throat him properly. Thinking of him tonight with my whore-mones raging. Manny charges 30 bucks for his fee, and rates for hung black dudes start at 40 for their time and inches. He sent pics of mighty fine dicks and bodies. Over at the Juan binbin sex house, it's 2000RD or 50 an hour for a fella. They don't share pics. Stopped by Paco's and didn't like the vibes of the hustlers hanging out, but at least I saw the place. May check out the Cine Lido tomorrow, see what cocks of color are hanging out and need a good throating. No one knows of any glory holes.

99% sure it is him. Now I wonder if he can be offed....

Share contact info, please, for Narcissco and more details. I may treat myself to a few well hung sex workers. Also want to get a few vids, if the men agree, of me throating their big cocks. Hoping the Cine Lido isn't too gross cos I'd like two public venues to pleasure large dicks, and that spa will get business from me. Btw, my guidebook says Boca Chica is too in your face with the sex workers, as if this is a bad thing! I certainly want a few hours at this beach seeing how the same dudes offer their services and watch them grab their crotches, proudly display their inches.

There is a Bar named Haspa that has rent boys and another bar nearby which name I can't remember, but I'm not sure if your hotel will allow them in. Have you explored Airbnb as an option instead? The guys there can take you to one of those pay per hour hotels but I imagine they are not nice. If you do take them back hide all your expensive laptops, phones, passports etc as the boys of Istanbul have sticky fingers. I learned the hardway with my iPad. They are gorgeous though! and yes there are may shady guys in the area who will try to stop you and offer you an amazing bar but just ignore them at all costs and head to Haspa, regular prices and I stayed in Istanbul for 6 month and was never ripped off or charged extra.

Common scam in Istanbul, he will bring you to a bar and the bill will be exorbitant (2k+ Euro). Google scams in Istanbul, this will be near the top of your searches.