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Return to Bangkok, Shopping & Sightseeing After several very relaxing days Bangkok Guy is again enveloping my arm as he sleeps on the plane. We part before immigration and agree to meet quite late to give us both a chance to unpack and run errands and, in my case, an opportunity to visit more of the new bars. First stop is Hot Male where, with a couple of notable exceptions, the guys are a fraction ‘tidied up rough’ for my liking and the host could not be more charming. After explaining that my visit is purely exploratory so no guys this time, this is my first visit since the gay scene’s decampment from Twilight, he becomes an unofficial guide. A whisky in my hand, from the balcony he points out all the other clubs I must visit and gives a little friendly color on what I can expect to find in each, emphasizing that of course, once I have explored, I will want to return to Hot Male! And so I will, with such a charming host. Dream Boys is good but not what it was. That night at least it lacked the ‘guys for all tastes’ variety that was its strength in Twilight. Only one guy caught my attention, # 60-something. Smooth and perfect defined physique. Between my overnight trips Bangkok Guy and I spend quite a bit of time together. The high-floor pool at the apartment is a great hit. Fantastic view, plenty of shade so Bangkok Guy does not need to cover up and no one else around. Despite frustration at our inability to communicate complex ideas due to the language barrier, Bangkok Guy is good company. I research on-line Thai language courses and decide I have to learn Thai. Good intentions. We will see. We do our usual exploration of jazz bars and discover a new favorite, the lobby bar at the St Regis. The musicians are at the top of the game and the bar woman really knows how to mix a drink. Best Sazerac I have had in a long while. Bangkok Guy always looks smart in a conservatively casual way but for the first time I think he may need a little wardrobe assistance. I do not like shopping, but having read reports of Icon Siam think it might be worth a look. We go Icon Siam? Yes! So next day we go Icon Siam. On entry it feels like another bunch of high-brand shops just like duty free in 1000 airports. Straight in the door, there is Alexander McQueen. $400+ a shirt last time I was unfortunate enough to need one in an emergency with no other choices. Bangkok Guy understands me well enough to enjoy pulling my chain. He looks at Alexander Mc Queen and then at me with eyebrows raised and a sweet smile. “I like you, but I no Alexander McQueen like you”. He grins and leads me up the escalator Passing by the Platinum Card brands, our first stop is H&M where he finds a very nice caramel striped collarless shirt, but decides to look further. Next stop is UniQlo. Jack Pot! They are having a sale. I may hate shopping, but I can’t resist a sale if the quality is good. Very nice linen collarless shirts. Bangkok Guy can’t decide which color. There is a discount for two or more. We get three. The new shirts make his trousers look a little dowdy. They have some very smart plaid trousers, also discount for two pair, so we get a dark pair with white and yellow plaid and a grey pair with white plaid. I give him the cash so he can pay for himself. He is very happy. That last paragraph gives a misleading impression of speed. I only shop when I have an objective. I find what I am looking for and exit quickly. Bangkok Guy likes shopping. Bangkok Guy checks out all the options. All the options. Even things he is not likely to buy. Partly he enjoys looking. Partly he wants to be sure he gets both quality and a deal. Fine. I am doing my best to maintain a happy face, but he is no fool. He sees that shopping bores me. However, he knows that I pay attention to how he looks. So at intervals just short enough to avoid me going catatonic he asks my opinion and draws me into the process of deciding in which clothing he looks best. I survive with my good mood stretched but intact. At checkout Bangkok Guy ends up in his own little que of one. Waiting and waiting. It turns out he has asked for everything to be pressed, which they do for free. Now his sneakers do not quite live up to his trousers. After a rest and fashion show at the apartment – everything fits perfectly and he looks very good – we head to Center World, I think, on a hunt for shoes. Some sort of slip-on. I have a thing for good footwear. Good shoes are the one thing for which I will pay full retail. But not in Bangkok. I set a budget equal to what I would pay back home for a good pair of shoes in a very good sale and set Bangkok Guy loose. After much checking of options and asking my opinion he finds a pair he likes with an Italian name. They are well made. Fully leather lined. Mario Minardi. It turns out they are Indonesian, Italian registered brand. And on sale. Later that evening we are again enjoying jazz at the St Regis. Bangkok Guy, in cream collarless linen shirt and dark checked trousers, crosses his legs and moves his foot slightly, admiring the shoe. He smiles. Our sightseeing highlights are the Museum of Contemporary Art and the King Power rooftop. Art is my thing. I had no idea what to expect at MoCA and was pretty much blown away by the creativity of what was in many cases a contemporary take on traditional Thai art. Next trip I will visit the contemporary dealer galleries. If you haven’t been to the King Power viewing deck, go. The view is spectacular. Bangkok Guy and I had great fun photographing each other ‘suspended in air’ on the glass deck. However, the only way out is via a compulsory trek through a supercharged duty free maze fit to bamboozle the Minotaur. Bangkok Guy loved it. So many things to look at. So many things to pull my chain over. He finally took mercy on me and got us out to the footpath. “You safe now” he said grinning, as he slipped his hand into mine.

Still Traveling Bangkok Guy proves to be a very amiable travel companion. Despite his penchant for staying in bed until mid-day he can get up early, even very early, if needs be. The monks from the innumerable temples and monasteries walk the town gathering alms between 5am and 6am and, to participate and gain merit, we get up a little after 4am. That is, I get up. Bangkok Guy cuts it a little finer. By 5.10am we have found, in the blue-grey early-dawn, what looks like a good position from which to gain merit, Bangkok Guy has negotiated baskets of sticky rise and stools on which to sit from cheerful rotund ladies and we are draped in a type of local shawl. The monks emerge from their temples in seemingly random groups of eight or so and walk at a steady pace, no slowing down (with the exception of a few very young ones for whom religious discipline has not yet over-ruled the stomach), so if your dexterity with sticky rice is sub-par every so often a monk will arrive in front of you out of rhythm with your rice-hand and pass on donation-less. Such is karma. After about thirty minutes and three baskets of rice apiece we bank our merit and cross the road for coffee and good French pastries while we watch the continuing procession. Bangkok Guy is wide awake and this makes me curious about his habit of sleeping until noon. Why do you sleep to noon if you can be so awake in the morning? If you go back to your home town and farm you will have to get up early every day, can you do that? The answer is all about the rhythm of life. It is important to get enough rest. When you get it does not matter, as long as you get it. In Bangkok, no reason to get up early, so rest into morning and then stay up late. On farm, must be up early but rest in middle of day. Falang not understand this. You need more rest. After another river-view lunch, we retire to the room and rest. J In the evening we visit the night market which, in the light rain and after the wonderful-but-expensive crafts in the local shops, seems an interminable damp, cramped, progression through stall after stall of Indian and Chinese imitation tourist tat. I brought $300 in crisp new cash for shopping and food, which I divided equally between Bangkok Guy and myself. I do something similar in Bangkok in respect to drinks and dining. He likes to pay his way where he can afford it, such as taxis and trains, and he likes the appearance of paying for us both. When we return to a restaurant at which he has previously paid and they present him with the bill rather than me, he puffs out just a little. Bangkok Guy has a mission in the night market while I am just ambling along with rising irritation at the damp and the tat. Gifts for his mother. He is a very good son. Finally, just at the point where I am about to lose patience and declare a retreat to a dry bar with local snacks, we find two neighboring stalls with genuine local crafts of good quality. Bangkok Guy gives me a smile which is part ‘you can relax now’ and part ‘see, I found it’. The quality is good and the prices much more reasonable than the shops, especially with Bangkok Guy negotiating. It is interesting to watch him negotiate. He is very thorough in checking the quality and, as he tells me later, he is careful to disown me and truthfully claim poverty. I do not try to benefit from his negotiating efforts – clearly he cannot claim poverty for me – and while I get a very good price I suspect my purchases help him to bargain. “I have brought you the gift of a whale, but as it is my whale and I like it, you can only remove a little skin”.

Day 14 (BKK – the last night) We didn’t get to sleep until 5am the night before so those Viet paws we’re still in cuddling mode till 1pm then next day. ‘W’ sleeps soundly…especially when he’s in a nice big comfy bed. I woke up a bit earlier and was just messaging pals on my phone and checking Apps whilst he dozed on. ‘S’ the Viet spotted me online in Messenger & started gently enquiring if he could come over but with the bed still occupied by 55Kg of prime snoozing Viet already I thought best to wait and told him honestly…his friend still sleeping, they’re pals and he’d know he was staying overnight so no point in lying to these guys. As a point of fact…I find Viet’s less jealous than their Thai cousins and will almost encourage you to go with their pals in many cases as they see it as helping the wider group…handy for us! Anyway at some point ‘B’ from Hotmale on Day 2 started messaging me too…also wishing to pay a visit to discuss world economic affairs no doubt! I thought better get the day going!! As it’s my last full day in LOS. ‘W’ was stirring so I gently enquired if was hungry…usual sleepy reply ‘little bit’. So half an hour later we were playing around in the shower with me soaping up and admiring his gorgeous butt for what I knew would be the last time for a few months. Sorted ‘W’ out his usual LT (overnight) Tip plus a bit more as last day and went for breakfast to get fuelled up. Got a lovely genuine hug from a very warm / caring boy and then we both went our separate ways. The cleaners in Bandara had kindly tidied away most the evidence of last night’s hanky panky and ‘B’ was clamouring to come over so invite duly issued and about 1 hour later he turned up. Nice couple of hours just chatting and playing around, he really is one very nice affectionate boy too…another lucky find. Has been living in BKK for a few years, but not all jaded by it like some. 2nd time around was definitely better too, these guys definitely give a bit more when they get to know you. We both cleaned up and chatted more on the sofa, then he (ST tip in hand) departed to go meet a pal to settle up some minor debt. By now my phone was vibrating with more messages from ‘S’ who’d woken up…been to the Gym and was feeling horny. S’ came over late afternoon / early evening, known him for about 18 months and my lord the Gym work really is starting to pay off now, has a lean body like an Olympic swimmer, still seemed very happy after his drink with pals the night before. Definitely looking the hottest I’d seen him in some time, tbh on stage in Freshboys 2 when he works always stands out for me. He grumbled quietly that it had been some time since we’d been together so I duly hopped into the shower for the 4th time that day (more to be polite to him) than I actually needed one and when I came out…was greeted by the heavenly sight of ‘S’ stretched out naked on the sofa, showing off his tight wash-board 6 pack and encouraging his man-hood to life, this promptly encouraged mine also for the 2nd time that afternoon so I led him to the bedroom and we had a hour of rediscovering what each other likes. Think again probably one of the best sessions I’d had with him in some time but perhaps his way of saying thank you for the fun the night before. Clearly I need to visit that little bar more often! We cleaned up and he wanted to go get his hair cut & styled before work so gave him usual ST tip plus bit extra for his hair and meds as he was still recovered for a cold few weeks before. I’m probably too soft but hey it made him happy and I got some nice pics of the haircut and a happy smiling ‘S’ afterwards. Napped for a couple of hours then headed for Screwboys around 21:30, none of my regulars around yet so had a drink with a tall good looking Myanmar boy…says he ‘man and 33 years old…but looked 25 tops (amazing)’ but desired to do all sorts of ‘un manly’ things to me. Whilst tempted by his generous offer (a squeeze of his package suggested he could certainly deliver on his promises) I had promised ‘B’ in Luckyboys I’d come see him so around 22:00 I settled up and dispensed some Tips then headed for Lucky. The stage at Lucky was heaving with talent again, still spotting new faces in the guys too…lord if only I had another week I thought…lol. ‘B’ was on stage but I could feel his eye’s tracking me and a flick of the laser pen by mama and he was over and perched next to me looking rather hot as usual, did I say already those black pants really seem to suit the guys in there. Quick chat with ‘B’ to check he’s still good with our arrangement as my last night I’d asked him to stay with me to till the morning when the taxi came. Quick nod of that cute head and he headed off to get changed whilst I settled up, gave Viet mama a double Tip as my last night to which got a big hug and off I headed with ‘B’. We settled on hotmale beer bar so he could relax and I could check out the Soi plus we wanted to go DJ Station later so no point going too far away. Mama Kai spotted me and tried to get me to go into Hotmale to off ‘B’ there, I just ducked in to give him a hug goodbye to be polite and another red note. To be fair B’s been messaging me every other day since I’ve been home so cool guy imho. Downed our drinks and getting near 23:30 decided to head to DJ Station but as we headed down the steps from Hotmale I had an idea and grabbed ‘B’ and headed to Screwboys, just inside the door I called for ‘W’ and he came over smiling but looking confused as saw I had ‘B’ with me, I said you wanna come DJ too and gave him his bar fine…he looked more confused then said ‘oh for mama’ then smiled broadly (no drinks etc as was in a hurry and spur of the moment). Quick nod affirmative and he went to get changed, so about 5-10 mins later the 3 of us headed out along Patpong 2. I’d said to ‘W’ quietly on the way was just an ‘off’ for dancing etc and only ‘B’ would come back…he was happy at the idea of a fun night. DJ was queuing back into the little Soi, once we got in I led the boys upstairs, we just linked hands so they didn’t get lost as threaded our way thru the crowds. Heaving on the Ground floor but bit more space on Level 1 so cashed in half our drink chits and went to the balcony…’W’ had been to DJ before with me so was happily taking it in…but ‘B’ was having a blast and dancing away at the balcony (his first ever visit there). From my other offs / reports you may recall that ‘B’ basically can’t drink much alcohol…I think he started off on Heineken then switched to Bacardi lemon after he saw me drinking one. After that his dancing became wilder…then an hour later was like the Energizer bunny had run out of steam, and he had to sit down. I was keeping half an eye on the boys and flitting to / fro between the Toilets for a quick cruise, escaped the clutches of 2 Thai guys who appeared to want a 3some. Fun night though (few pics), at some point noticed ‘B’ definitely flagging so we called it a night at 01:30 and went to re-fuel at Foodland, even just on the walk to Foodland though ‘B’ was going more down-hill…but I thought just hungry / tired. Dinner was rapidly demolished by my hungry comrades, I was chatting with ‘W’ then looked to my side and ‘B’ was just slumped in his chair dozing off…wtf…he didn’t have THAT much to drink….only 2-3 small beers and 1 breezer. Then the penny dropped as when I was younger we used to mix strong beer with alcho pop’s type drinks like lemon Breezers and make ‘Power Shandy’….basically a damn strong shandy that would get you drunk pretty quick. I think the drinks had mixed on him in his stomach and had same effect, just he was’nt used to it. W pointed out B’s head was getting lower and lower so we settled up swiftly then just managed to get him to his feet, he kinda woke up as we got him up but bleary. I pushed ST tip into ‘W’s back pocket and we headed for the door. A taxi was just coming up that narrow Soi so I stopped it…and we bundled ‘B’ into the back of it. I gave ‘W’ a hug and promised to message him later then jumped in the taxi and headed off. In the taxi ‘B’ suddenly said….’oh W not come back with us’ and I said no…I offed him just for dancing with us, he seemed to pick up a bit at this point then the penny dropped…he must have thought I was trying to organize a 3some with his friend…lol 3some with two pals who know each other …never a good idea in my book and clearly he’d thought so too. Back in the condo he perked up a bit and we laughed about it, bit of rolling around on the sofa then he suggested a shower as was getting tired again. I left him to have a bit of his own space in the shower, he emerged while later towel wrapped around him showing off his glorious pocket muscle twink bod but still red face / shoulders from the drinks but looking better. I gave him a paracetamol to help cool down a bit and left him to chill on the bed whilst I went to freshen up, came out 10 mins later and there’s ‘B’ stretched out on the bed absolutely out like a light. Oh well I’d had enough fun that day so best to let him sleep. Shut the bedroom door gently and went to finish my packing so ready for the taxi. After 30 mins I heard this ‘rasping’ noise coming from the bedroom so ducked back in for a quick…lol was just ‘B’ now gently snoring his head off…oh well no action tonight then!

Arrival The apartment is a pleasant surprise. It is better than the attractive photos, the high level pool is long enough for laps accompanied with views and an aesthetic which make me feel as though I have stepped into a more glamorous reality. Bangkok Guy likes it better than the Meridian as I can shut the bedroom door leaving him to dream away the morning in silence while I caffinate and work. He also likes having the pool to ourselves. Bangkok Guy is registered as a guest and reception and security greet him with smiles. I have a feeling the smiles would be absent if he were not a registered guest. Not a location for butterflying. Bangkok Guy is his usual chirpy cheerful self despite changes in his circumstances which leave me admiring his resilience. He dropped out of culinary school recently after completing two and a half years of a four year course as, as far as I can understand, his father was not paid for work completed and now it is all hands to the pump to keep the family afloat. To Bangkok Guy it is a given that he drop his plans in order to contribute to the family. He now has a job as a waiter in the restaurant of a distant relative while he develops ideas to earn more. I asked him if he would continue studying if he had the money and the answer is negative. He needs to contribute and “students cannot contribute”. It appears to be a firm decision as he no longer photographs the food at restaurants. I decide it would not be tactful to ask him to cook. Further, his maternal grandfather is very old and needs help. His mother will relocate back to the home town in the next few months to look after him and the whole family will probably follow. I was waiting for some form of irritation or justifiable self-pity at leaving Bangkok and there was none. He tells me how much he enjoyed his childhood on his family’s farms and how much nicer the countryside is than Bangkok – no crowded, it beautiful, can have stable life on farm with all your own food. He shows me videos on YouTube featuring farming near his home town. And very quietly drops in a small question. When you retire? No time soon I tell him. Again, tentatively ‘You could live on farm in home town. I work and look after’. He is quite sincere. No, I could not live in the countryside. Cannot live in Thailand as business is not here. Then the only tiny slip of self-pity in an almost throw-away comment. He will be returning to his home town without a boyfriend, particularly without a falang boyfriend and I get the impression this is a major desire for him. We sleep away most of the next day, only rising around 4pm. A first for me. I must have been very tired, I have been burning the candle at both ends recently and it is pleasant drifting along next to Bangkok Guy who approves of this new habit – ‘you need rest’.

Anticipation (This report is with quite a lag) In the car leaving the airport the usual excitement is tinged with a little apprehension as this trip I am moving out of my habitual comfort zone. I am using Bangkok as the base for several overnight trips to other countries in the region and have rented an apartment for the duration so that I can unpack just once and then make the overnight trips with a carry-on. The apartment is much more economical than my usual hotel, the price of which is higher than last time even though it is low season due, I suspect, to the stronger Bhat. An apartment will also let Bangkok Guy demonstrate his cooking skills. While I think I have selected a very nice apartment with good reviews in a building with a high-story infinity pool, I will not know what I have until I see it. The larger step outside the comfort zone is that Bangkok Guy will accompany me on a tourism-only trip for a few days. Traveling with someone is a whole different level of interaction to seeing them in the evenings. The build up to this trip has been a small roller coaster. Bangkok Guy and I maintained our usual erratic Line correspondence to confirm that we were both upright and breathing. When I told him that, with regret, I could not return to Bangkok February/March as originally planned and instead would probably visit mid-year, his response was a sad looking bunny. Then a few days later he asked for money to help pay his rent as he had used all his money on his university fees. Hell. My stomach sank. I have never agreed to a request to send funds. Then I thought about it. I know him well enough to know that he has to pay his university fees in the first part of the year. Business aside, one of the reasons I had originally scheduled the trip for February/March was so that he would get a cash infusion from me at about the time I guessed he needed it. The amount he asked for was about the amount I planned to give him in the ‘For your studies’ envelope. I trust him. So I sent the money and in return received several almost psychotically happy bunnies. Ah, the psychic reward from receiving psychotic bunnies is strangely satisfying. And then, a couple of months later, he went radio silent. Usually, time-zone adjusted, he replies pretty quickly. I do not expect these connections to continue indefinitely. The guys’ lives change, they move on to the next stage. But when this happens I expect some sort of announcement, particularly from Bangkok Guy, who Lines me if he is running even a little late. I am worried that something has happened to him. It is not a good feeling. Eventually, after about two weeks, up comes a message from a new Line account. He had lost his phone. In the rush of happy relief I ask him if he has a passport and, if he does, would he like to join me on a short tourist trip I plan to take? “Yes! I Want!” followed by a large, sparkly, psychotically happy bunny. I send the dates. Back comes a very sad bear with a sore head. “I am in provinces”. When Bangkok Guy says “I go to provinces” with a slight negative intonation on ‘provinces’ which makes it clear that this is not really somewhere a Bangkok person such as himself would normally be seen dead, it means he is going to the ancestral village for family reasons. It is not his favorite place. However, if he says “I go to provinces” with a neutral or positive intonation, this is usually followed by the name of a place and, if this is a past event (his English comes only in interchangeable future and present tenses) photos of he and friends enjoying themselves somewhere with forest or waterfalls or a beach. While Line does not provide the intonation clue, the lack of a follow up place name suggests this is a family obligation. Damn. Down plunges the roller coaster. He must be thinking the same thing as I receive an odd looking pink lump which when I touch it, moves, and turns out to be a hilarious rendition of a bunny lying face down beating its arms and legs on the ground in frustration. I prefer considering a glass half full, so I imagine all the fun I can have exploring the new bars. However, even with a good imagination I just barely manage to view the glass as half full and it dawns on me that my focus in Bangkok is no longer the bars, it is Bangkok Guy. Over the next few weeks I reconcile myself to exploring the bars and catching up with Bangkok Guy next visit. (Yes, poor poor me, I am only going to be exploring what sounds like a very interesting new scene). I drop Bangkok Guy a Line just to say Hi and he replies “I stay Bangkok now”. His flight is booked. We are both happy and the psychotic bunnies are doing cartwheels. And I am also slightly concerned. Bangkok Guy is more under my skin than I realized.

I did not do private dance there since I went there after a long time in Thermas. Just reported what I read on the site. Not sure where the lapdances take place nor the price which is supposed to be moderate according to site. Atmosphere of the bar is great and strippers cute but show is late as everything in Spain ...

Even better; TRIANGULATE.

This may fall on deaf ears here, but... In spite of a poster or two saying “no records required!”, considering the current state of the federal government in America, if you are a US citizen traveling to Cuba, be sure to maintain accurate records showing that you went to Cuba legally and complied with the restrictions and requirements under the travel category which you claimed when you started the trip. The current administration may be dysfunctional but it is also vengeful. American tourists to Cuba ARE being busted and used as examples. The busts may be random, but you never know when your number may be called at Customs upon return to a US port of entry.

Loyus123, traveller123, GWMinUS, Joshhb - Yes, Luang Prabang. Great place.

I had only once this experience you are describing at Ayutthaya with a non-money amazing boy , this kind of boys that can give such amazing sex experience are definitely rare.

Of course now that I am used to Brazilian standards, Thermas could be considered a bit disappointing yesterday night. Maybe 20 to 25 boys from around the world, including, which is rare, a local guy from Barcelona. Claimed to be bottom but did not really manage to bottom. Sucked well to compensate. 19 years old Seb from Colombia was my second choice. Nice face, silky skin but not bottoming. Good session altogether. A cute Romanian had just arrived and was going to sleep in the sauna to save money. Short smiling guy, accepting to be passive. It is the first time I hear a Romanian accepting to bottom ... Did not go with him though, but I might go with him if I go back to Thermas tonite. Most boys arrive around 4 pm and leave by 8 pm Went to BoysBarBcn in the same street as Thermas. Nice bar. Friday night is stripper nite. Good looking guys. Private lapdances available. It seems there is also an Ass Contest which might be fun

We Travel A couple of days later both our bags are packed and ready and we are having dinner at a local seafood restaurant before early to bed and early to rise to catch our flight. Mid-sentence Bangkok Guy’s face takes on a look of realization. He has left something at his room and needs to go there. How long will it take you? Hour. Ok, you go to your room, I visit bars, meet you at the apartment. “You go bars? I no go room!” He heads to his room and I make a fleeting visit to see the new bars but, being in a hurry, see only two, Lucky Boys and mistakenly go to Fresh Boys rather than Hot Male as intended. I like the Lucky Boys set-up. Good seating, many guys to suit most tastes and the arrangement of the toilets to allow sightseeing and mingling is cleaver. Few customers at 9.40pm. I explain the no-guy in-out nature of my visit to the non-pushy mamasan who thinks I am missing out but is happy with 100Bt tip. Fresh Boys also has many guys and few customers at 9.55pm. The one who catches my eye is the guy on the door with an oval face, symmetrical features and darker complexion. I tip him on the way out, to his surprise. In the morning I am showered and ready by 6.45am and Bangkok Guy is still in bed. “Car at 7am”. “Mumph”. By 7am he is showered and fresh if not quite bouncing. In the car he envelopes my arm and tries to sleep on my shoulder. At the check-in que he comes awake and says ‘shop’ plus something I can’t get. Switching to an easier concept he says ‘five minute’ and gives me his ‘trust me’ look before heading off. By the time I am #4 in the que he returns happy and shows me his purchase. Facial moisturizer-cum-sunscreen. Heaven forbid that foreign sun might turn him peasant brown. Someone has left an airline magazine in the waiting area with a long illustrated article on Thai fruit. Bangkok guy animatedly tells me which ones he can grow on farm and then points to Durian: “Falang cannot”. Yet another Falang culinary injunction, purely for our own protection. We are poor specimens needing shelter. To emphasize the point he shows me a YouTube video of cats reacting to Durian. They do not like it and their expressions are priceless. Falang same same. It is a smooth flight. Once we are airborne Bangkok Guy raises the armrest and re-arranges my legs into his part of the space. “You need relax”. Except during the meal service Bangkok Guy envelopes my arm and sleeps on my shoulder. The hotel car meets us on arrival and after happily chatting to the driver “I talk for you, language same same” he again goes to sleep on my shoulder. The verdict is in. After no reaction in the car to the airport, the plane (slight smile from stewardess) and car to the hotel, Bangkok Guy’s head belongs on my shoulder in all conceivable universes. The hotel is lovely and our room has a long verandah with a peaceful view over the river. Our leisurely river-view lunch provides the first indication that this town is geared to mildly up-market tourism. English-only menu and a Bangkok price tag. This pattern is repeated in every restaurant and café we visit, with the occasional addition of Chinese. Also, as Bangkok Guy points out, the food has been made safe for Falang with minimal spice. As we are keeping with local cuisine Bangkok Guy breaks the language and spice barriers by talking directly with the wait-staff.

Friday is stripper nite and saturday is gogo boy. Different stages of undressing and of interaction with customers, I guess

Thanks, Solace!

There are strip shows at BoyBar BCN on Fridays AND Saturdays. I was just there on a Saturday. The owner is a very friendly but business-minded Panamanian. His partner also works there. It’s a very nice spot, but as mentioned above, the shows start late — and I’m no longer a late-night person.

Short answer: YES. But stick to the well-known cruise / hustler pick-up spots.

Heavy sigh. The Consolação Metro is on Avenida Paulista. The new location is about a 10-minute walk from that. The messages on the official IG and the website “In November, we are moving to the Consolação neighborhood very close to Paulista Avenue”, by “very close to” it means about a 10-minute walk to the Consolação cemetery area, to a side street near it. The Estação Paulista Metro stop is a few minutes walk closer — 8 minutes, if you’re on that train line. The other stop that is nearby, Higienópolis - MacKenzie, is about the same distance as the Consolação stop — 10 minutes. By comparison, the current Thermas Lagoa location is about a 6-minute walk from the Santa Cruz metro station. Of course, this only matters to those of us who actually care to travel by Metro. For the Uber and cab crowd, it’s pretty much all the same. In either event, this coming week, the exact address reveal is being promised, so those that solely get their scoop from mad Googling can give their scraggly fingers a rest. As I said already, it’s going to be on a smaller street almost directly across from the Consolação landmark cemetery. And the name will change slightly from Thermas Lagoa to Espaço Lagoa (probably due to its newfound “coziness”).

Ur totally right...but 2 me, there are 2 boys (Mr. Sex God & Mr. Perfect Guy) though both are mb...ur so lucky u get 2 experience it on non-money boy!!!

According to the weave of the worldwide web it is def towards the main airport from the current location

I think I just missed you. Was there literally 24h ago. Got back home just now. Would recommend Costas the Greek Albanian, a footballer who knows how to fuck and he could not strop cumming inside you when he is fucking you. The bottom boy I would recommend is Gustavo from Chile who is a dancer with a great ass and muscular thighs. He even cums for me wihout being asked when he gets fucked. There was a hot African guy with a small beard and a horse dick who I liked a lot but did not have the chance to get together.

the majority of these people have died or are about to. Obama had pretty much opened it up and Putin didn't like that. He considers Cuba his "baby". They recently forgave billions of dollars that Cuba owed them. So is no wonder that one of Trumps very first actions was to put the restrictions back on.....it's what his boss wanted, lol

We might see each other in Thermas on sunday afternoon. I leave Monday

I got the same intel from a boy who's not anymore working steadily in lagoa, but who's close to Rodolfo. And from what i have been told...nope it's not the failing rainbow. Of course it's not something 100% verified.

Bangkok Guy did enjoy the trip, not just my observation at the time but all his profile pics now come from the trip. However he is surprisingly well traveled. Singapore and Korea with family, Shanghai and Beijing with friends and Ho Chi Minh with a friend and his falang boyfriend. He knows all the places to which Thais can travel without a visa by heart. Turns out he is a very enthusiastic tourist.

One reason you are favorably inclined towards BG is the fact that he has NC accent/culture going for him. I once made the comment that there are no atheists in fox holes and was soundly jumped on by many and several. Still my personal experience says those who are near and contemplating death are somewhat more receptive of spiritual guidance. I have seen life long atheists and agnostics crumple from same. Best regards, RA1

Day 12 (BKK) It was late morning when I crawled out of my ‘pit’ and finished packing whilst ‘K’ slept a bit more, taxi arrived around 1pm and whisked me back up to BKK after some nice goodbye hugs from ‘K’ and requests not to forget him. Halfway to BKK the heavens opened which slowed progress a bit but I’d rather get there in one piece than in the back of an Ambulance! For my last 3 nights I’d booked The Bandara Suites as a safe bet plus fairly close to Silom. Suites are excellent value and great size @ 55sqm, kitchenette & separate bedroom means they feel more like a serviced condo to me. I summarily rejected the first suite they offered me as wrong style sofa, ask for the ‘L Shaped’ ones as better for lounging around on with your partner of choice, they moved me to a higher floor…but next suite had a whiff to the AC. So after a minor hissy fit & a visit from the apologetic French manager they moved me again to the top floor of the building and same style suite but great views so I settled in. Shower and quick nap and then it was up and out heading to Freshboys 2, couple of Viets I knew ‘B’ (huge cock) & ‘S’ on stage, the little cute Khmer boy from Day 2 was trying to catch my eye but I was’nt biting. Couple of others including a rather handsome Myanmar guy caught my eye, gorgeous swimmers type bod but the night was young so resisted the serious temptation…dispensed some Tips to ‘S’ & Myanmar guy then headed to Lucky boys. Luckyboys usual cracking line-up for me, fairly quickly I was spotted by ‘B2’ from stage (my guy from Day 3) and he broke out in a big smile and was visibly bubbly. My usual Viet mama with her eagle eyes pounced on me and asked me who I wanted…knew I’d been looking at ‘B2’ and I said I was just thinking. Her reply ‘don’t think too much…just do it & have fun as the boy wants you too’ so called him over and after 5 mins of admired those taught pecs and tanned ‘pocket twink’ style muscles my mind was made up. Check bin, tips dispensed…informed mama that Paul SF was due the next week and her face lit up with delight! Then headed for the exit, asked ‘B2’ where to next and he suggested ‘Ratchada night market’…I’ve taken him to the Khao San road a few times before so think this was another take on it from him. Good fun night wandering around taking it all in, it’s a bit calmer than the Khao San but still nice place to go hangout for the evening, we headed for some upstairs bar for drinks, left B2 to sort the drinks…now bearing in mind this guy has 2 small beers and goes red / gets drunk (very low tolerance to alcohol) he ordered up 3 big Chang’s from the menu, not from greed but was like a multi-deal type thing (him trying to save me money). I smiled but to be fair didn’t stop him…the results as could have been safely predicted were interesting! ‘B2’ went from sober to mau mau in the space of an hour but we got some food and soldiered on, by now his face & shoulders were going red from the beer though…lol. Back to Silom in a taxi after a while, B2 dozing off in the back semi drunk from Chang and me just chilled out relaxed, headed from Screwboys for a late drink and to say hello to ‘W’ (my guy from Day 1)…my timing was crap though as was show-time but headed for the corner seats by the loos and got chatting to a few boys who came over to say hello to ‘B2’. Found ‘W’ when I visited the toilet along with half the rest of their guys…quite intense being surrounded by a bevy of hot guys in those striped blue/white pants. ‘W’ looked damn too with a nice shaved side’s fresh Viet style haircut and rocking his own pocket lightly muscled twink look. ‘B’ and ‘W’ had a couple of non-alcohol drinks and swapping gossip, probably feeding more info back to the Viet boys CIA (they know everything I’ve concluded over time). Then we headed back to the condo and enjoyed a nice sexy couple of hours, ‘B’ does not do the magic everything…but what he does he does well and enjoys his fun so a good time was had by all. By then was getting on to the early hours so sent him home as know he prefers to sleep in his own bed but still tipped him my full LT rate as we’d started out fairly early that evening and had a great night…off into the early morning went a sleepy / happy Viet boy . S’ the Viet from Freshboys 2 dropping me notes on messenger…no customer or money for room etc so of course being the good Samaritan I was he was duly invited to come over in the afternoon to discuss world Geo-Politics and other such important matters…I can’t do overnights with ‘S’ as he snores (rather loudly!)…made that mistake once but not again! Bedtime…alone for me but happy from my days work! Day 13 (BKK) Woke up earlier than usual and with a definite case of ‘morning wood’ decided to see if the Apps could offer any solutions to my predicament. Within 30 minutes was chatting to a Thai boy ‘K’ on Blue’d, freelance MB, very hot guy…did the usual compare notes…Gay = tick, Both = tick So duly invited over and 1 hour later bang on time he turned up, very cute in person, great English and appeared to be reasonably well travelled, had lived in a few other countries before with previous BF’s. After a bit of chat he stepped things up a gear and as both already fresh from showers the clothes went flying and OMG the boy had a cock as wide as Thai style cola can, the damn thing nearly gave me lock jaw! Nice but busy hour followed , ‘K’ was definitely a happy Both / power Bottom type, fairly business like but good fun still. We both depleted our supplies of Vitamin D and rested from the effort, cleaned up…tipped him ST as agreed plus bit of taxi money and sent him on his way. What a great way to get the day going…I do love Bangkok! ‘S’ the Viet did a no show but I later found out he was a little sick and had just slept in that day so no problem, boys need their rest. Headed out early evening and after a quick pit stop for fuel in Foodland met up with Michael in Screwboys, there‘s a mini-report here:- https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/12554-gay-thailand-and-gay-bangkok-report-on-september-2019/?do=findComment&comment=137187 I’ll expand on after I got back to Silom though as ended up in a small beer bar near Screwboys & Freshboys, ‘S’ the Viet was having a beer there with a few Viet pals & called out to me as I walked past , invited me to sit down. Drinks were cheap @ 100bhat each or 140bhat for waiter so I got a round in for the 4 of us, they just wanted to drink & chill, chat and was a nice easy evening surrounded by some sexy guys. The beers flowed and another round followed, by then a couple of other Viet boys ‘B’ & ‘B’ from Freshboys upstairs had joined them…the guys were getting mau now and frisky with a few wandering Viet paws much to my delight. Then I realized it was getting near 1.30am (how did that happen) so messaged ‘W’ in Screwboys to see if he wanted me to come in and off him. W’ wasn’t picking up his messages so ‘S’ took my phone (to help me) and called him on voice messenger, think told him where I was in Viet and I was duly instructed to wait there. Good tip…don’t argue with the Viets when they’re busy organizing your off with their pal…lol Just before 2am came the boys pulled down the steel shutters around the bar but basically just carried on…so now I was in a smallish space with 6 hot Viet guys all lightly dressed with them getting mau, cigarette smoke wafting around…it’s getting warmer too with the shutters down so quite nice / intense atmosphere, suspect if I hadn’t already selected a partner for the rest of the night I’d have had no shortage of choice! But tbh the boys were just happy chilling and drinking / relaxing after work having fun and really nice to see, way better use of money than gogo bar drinks. One of the shutters went up for a few moments and ‘W’ stepped in smiling & looking bemused at me drinking with his pals, probably bit worried if I was ‘behaving myself’ as said to me afterwards couldn’t believe how relaxed I was…my reply…yeah cause I was just enjoying it all. So another round of beers and they were just chattering away amongst themselves and with me. Funny as they were kind of ‘probing’ me where they had me cornered…’why do I like Viet boys’ type questions etc but all good natured fun, just curious really. Think we settled up the bill around 3am and wasn’t earth shattering….maybe around 1600bhat for a few rounds of drinks for 4-6 boys in the middle of Silom , they actually didn’t want drink Tips (their words) as was kind of their idea…but I tipped waiter & ‘S’ anyway which got a nice thank you for making a happy time with his friends from ‘S’ he apologized for not coming to see me earlier that day and whispered quietly he wanted to come over tomorrow. Think ‘W’ heard him still as he smiled too, but they’re both good friends and no jealousy so all good. Bailed out with ‘W’ and headed back to Bandara, just lolled around on the sofa for a while then nice long hot / soapy shower together, it’s like ‘playtime’ with those guys when you add in hot water and shower gel, nice session getting thoroughly reacquainted afterwards then just dozed off, me with a couple of Viet arms and paws firmly wrapped around me…probably making sure I didn’t try escape to the beer bar again!

I am a Christian only in the sense of Matthew 7:12 " So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets." If that is in fact the whole of the law, then I'm good, because the rest of the shit people put around it is crap. (Though much of matthew 7 is pretty good.) Of course, I don't believe in the existence of a magical man in the sky, so I'm pretty sure I'm not much of a Christian. I have a friend who is a catholic who often posts stuff which I read just to remind myself why I want nothing to do with that stuff. For example, Cardinal Sarah explaining how secularism is destroying the world because really it was soo much better when religious bigotry ran the world...