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I woke up to find 7’s arm and leg wrapped around me like a human pretzel, and I couldn’t help but smirk at my incredible luck from the night before. The warmth of his body and the comfort of the cuddle were tempting me to stay in bed all day. But alas, the real world called—I needed caffeine, and a quick check of work emails to ensure nothing urgent was demanding my attention. Thankfully, it seemed to be a slow workday, leaving me ample room to procrastinate and savour the morning. With my tasks temporarily sidelined, I turned my attention back to the gorgeous specimen sprawled out next to me. His cute face and tousled hair were just too adorable to ignore, so I indulged in a few moments of quiet admiration. My gaze must have been borderline obsessive because he eventually stirred, opened his eyes, and flashed me a smile. He motioned for me to come back to bed—a request so obvious, it was practically a silly not to comply. We dozed off for another blissful hour, until the sound of him rummaging in the bathroom brought me back to reality. After sorting ourselves out, we headed downstairs for breakfast. Similyto my previous time with T, I slipped into my role as unofficial photographer, snapping a picture of him with his buffet selections, which were, by the way, quite impressive. Back in the room, we settled into a relaxed morning, both of us engrossed in our own devices. I had my head comfortably resting on his lap. Around 11, he mentioned he needed to get going and asked what my plans were for the day. When I mentioned a trip to Platinum Mall, he asked if he could tag along. At first, I hesitated, thinking of the inevitable shopping spree, but then I figured—why not? A little extra retail therapy never hurt anyone, especially with charming company. After snagging two shirts for 150 baht each (it was a surprise on my part), it was time for our goodbyes. He asked me to send him a message later, and with that, we parted ways. Returning to my hotel, I realised I wasn't in the mood for my usual afternoon or early evening massage escapade. Honestly, two rounds with 7 had left me physically drained, in the best and most exhausting way possible. The guy could also kiss like it was an Olympic sport, and I was definitely still feeling the aftershocks. Instead of diving into another naughty massage session, I decided to change things up and headed over to Prime Massage. Perhaps it was the low season or just plain good luck, but I only had to wait 10 minutes for my 1.5-hour appointment. The massage was just what I needed—I walked out feeling like a new person, rejuvenated and ready to take on the night. I spent a few minutes at Starbucks, enjoying the people-watching scene while mentally mapping out my evening plans. When the time was ripe, I found myself heading towards Fresh Boys, ready to see what the night had in store. The place was packed to the rafters—so crowded that customers were practically sitting next to each other, leaving little to no room for the guys to join us from the stage. Clearly, this level of business amidst the low season got something to do with the sleaze and raunchiness of their show both in amount and intensity. Compared to other venues like Moonlight, which was more on the vanilla side (not that there’s anything wrong with that!), Fresh Boys didn’t hold back. When the show ended, the crowd thinned out, leaving a more manageable number of us behind. I quickly caught the eye of a cute guy and motioned for him to sit next to me. We started chatting, building that all-important rapport, and just when things were getting interesting and building towards an off, one of the mamasans decided to butt in. He tried to fast-track the negotiation, throwing out prices for a short time without even letting us finish our conversation. Must be my mistake that I mentioned I'm looking for long time as the mamasan suddenly huffed and puffed and kept pushing, insisting that nobody does long time anymore. My guy looked annoyed, and so was I, so I decided to pull the plug on the whole thing. I handed my guy a pink bill as a gesture of goodwill and said I wasn’t interested after all. Then, in a move that left me almost speechless, the mamasan had the audacity to stick out his hand and ask for a "tip for mama". I stared at him in disbelief before flatly saying, “No,” and turned back to my drink. After the mamasan finally left, the guy apologised, calling him crazy. I felt for him, so I handed him another pink bill, settled my tab, and made my exit. Not wanting to let this little fiasco ruin my night, I sent a message to my African guy as I walked back to the hotel. Luck was on my side—he was available, and we agreed to meet up. So, in the end, it wasn’t a wasted night at all!

Having read a lot of interesting trip reports and learned a lot from these as well as from interesting questions and answers, I thought I might try my hand at a (not very detailed ‘cause its a year ago almost) trip report from Malaysia. I was there in November of 2023, entered the Country by train from Singapore, stayed one night in Johor Bahru, two nights in KL and four nights in Georgetown. From there I traveled overland to Chumphon, Thailand, and got on a boat to Koh Tao, but that’s a different story… Johor Baru was an interesting, but unnecessary stop. I booked a night there because I wasn't sure how regular I could expect the border trains from Singapore to be or how smooth the border crossing would be. Very regular, very smooth turned out to be the case, so that left me a good half day, an evening, and a night to enjoy Johor Bahru before catching a train to KL the next day. JB is not exactly a picturesque city and not very walkable, but you are probably not here for the family friendly version of my trip with sightseeing and good food, so I will leave those details for Instagram and go on to the topics of interest to this community; boys and men. Malaysia has three very distinct population groups, Malay, Chinese and Indian, so both food- and hook-up wise there are a lot of flavors to sample. I don’t have a specific type and like guys in their 20s, 30s and sometimes 40s (so many men, so little time!). I must say however, that I found Malay Malaysian exceptionally beautiful. High cheek bones, almond shaped eyes, cute little noses, pretty lips and regular white teeth in just the right proportions seem to adorn the faces of many Malay men and women. Grindr is my hook-up app of choice, and I got a decent amount of attention. One message was from a guest from the local sauna “the Maze” (or it might have been direct marketing from the sauna itself). I decided a trip to the sauna would be a perfect way to sample different types so I went. As far as I recall the place had a bar, a gym and a fairly big maze where the sampling took place. It was a fairly mixed crowd of mostly Chinese and Indian descent in their 30s, 40s and 50s, so there were samples to be had. Sadly it was mostly sampling because the maze was haunted by a little old man and his flashlight. I don’t know if his job was to clean or to make sure the hanky panky didnt get out of hand, but he did a great job at both. After a couple of hours of a lot of close close encounters interrupted by the infinite loop of flashlight man, I decided I had had enough appetizers and went back to the city center for dinner and another look at Grindr. Among others I chatted with an early 20s Malay man, we met for a drink and a chat and went to my hotel where we had a really good time. I stayed at the Bello Hotel JB Central and there was no issue bringing my date to my room. Maybe because I had booked for two, or they didn’t care, or my assumption that the receptionist played on our team was correct. I hope my sample of Malaysia is of interest to the forums and plan to make a report on KL and Georgetown in the near future.

That's the beauty of the forum. Neither you nor as a matter of fact anybody else, gets to read what one likes, instead we get to read ( or not) of what is contributed including some posts we would be hard pressed to consider them entertaining. I agree about high quality of report but as always high quality prose invites whole array of responses, and comments. Count your blessings and stop complaining.

I'm heading up to Kuala Lumpur this Sunday for a week. I've been there twice before and it was disappointing both times with regards to sex - apart from the otot-otot sauna, which I might take a look at again. So, why am I going there? To eat, of course! I'll report back if I find any interesting "dessert".

Phuwin interview in English. With his hot tiddies out the whole time

Surely, if there's anything we've learnt from our adventures in Thailand, it is that the labels gay, straight, bi, etc that emanate from the West and its Judeo-Christian cultural history are pretty hopeless and oppressively reductive when it comes to sexual or romantic attraction. (And sexual attraction is itself a different thing from romantic attraction.) This is not to say, as some of the more woke people do nowadays, that there shouldn't be labels at all. Labels serve as easy descriptors - so long as they are used with as little value judgement as possible - but to properly account for the myriad tastes of real people, we'd need many. many labels than just the simplistic gay, straight and bi. And even if we had that wider range of labels, the reality for each person may be that two or three labels can apply at the same time. Just before I arrived at this thread, I was reading If nothing else, this was labelling gone mad. What the hell is an "LGBTQ" group in the above instance? Of course, this example is also of Thai journalism down the chutey again. As @vinapu has said repeatedly of our paramours-by-the-hour, what does it mean to be straight if they can rise to the occasion when in a cubicle with another guy? Earlier this year, a PBTH had to watch straight porn to get himself up, but when my mouth enveloped his member, the sucking sound (from him, not me) was almost like my hoover. He chucked aside the phone and never looked back. I remember too a guy who described himself as straight but loved toys and fingers in his butt (dicks were verboten though). After we lost touch, I heard he got married to a woman 10 -15 years older than him. I've never seen her, but I am told by another friend (a top-rated bitchy-mouthed queen) that the new wife looked like the classic dominatrix complete with a streak of white hair on one side of her tresses. There are plenty of men whose primary attraction is towards MTF transgenders, but who sometimes go with cisgendered girls. Mirroring them are men who do both MTF transgenders and cisgendered males, though yes, the latter skew to the more effeminate ones. In fact, as regulars in Pattaya will long have observed, even the line between transgender and cisgender is very blur. I have two friends who go gaga over Indian, Pakistani or Sri Lankan men, but see nothing attractive about any other racial group. Calling them "gay" does not even begin to capture the specificity of their tastes. "LGBTQ" and such simplistic labels aside, I love it as things are: the sheer exuberance of wildly varying tastes.

From The Thaiger The Bangkok Metropolitan Administration (BMA) and its business arm, Krungthep Thanakom (KT), are urgently reviewing a National Anti-Corruption Commission (NACC) ruling before they settle a colossal 11.75 billion baht debt owed to the Bangkok Mass Transit System (BTSC). This follows a Supreme Administrative Court order on July 26, which gave BMA and KT just 180 days to pay up. The debt, linked to the operating and maintenance (O&M) costs of the Saphan Taksin-Bang Wa and On Nut-Kheha Green Line extensions, is now under intense scrutiny due to a potentially game-changing NACC ruling. The NACC previously determined that the BMA’s decision to hire BTSC to operate three extensions of the Green Line between 2021 and 2042 might have violated key laws, including the Private Participation in State Undertaking Act and the Act Concerning Offences Relating to the Submission of Bids to Government Agencies.

The Harris/Trump debate will be much more about seeing HER put HIM in his place, and calling him out in real time for the lies he will be telling. It will show Americans a side-by-side comparison of demeanor, decorum and Knowledge, things only ONE of them possesses. No doubt Trump will try to act MACHO and just make a big, Orange ass of himself for his base, while Cackles should be able to show grace, poise, professionalism and Class, WORTHY of a President of the US.....

Try those 2 GP saunas and make a report 😜

Last night great party at Moonlight on occasion of well advertised birthday of Mamasan Jessica. Forum deputation of 3 including The Me arrived at 9.30 and bar was almost full with first row occupied by farang with his entourage dispensing drinks and 100 baht notes to boys, staff and performers. A lots of garlands were hanged on models necks too and generally if was feeling money flowed freely. 10 models in attendance and at least one, guest Tiger, was offed. Several floor boys were offed as well, not an unpleasant task to which I contributed some effort and treasury. Whether it was worth it remains to be seen in report if any. But truly great, fun filled night.

Happy to report I visited Phnom Penh recently to get a haircut and visit Space Hair bar 2 nights in row. Both nights I was only customer between 9pm and midnight, only then some customers arrived and sat till close at 2 pm. So not unpleasant task of entertaining all 7 bays present each evening fell on me. I did it with pleasure and expense was worth it. Best thing about Space Bar is absolute lack of pressure to buy drinks or/and dispense tips. knowing what question everybody wants to ask, answer is : no this time I did not get lucky, not for lack of trying. Thing is with no other customers it's hard to get that discreete moment when crucial questions can be asked. Still it was worth time and expense.

Mamasan had his agenda and it appears to be aimed at getting the boy back to the bar for last show. The excuse "nobody does long time anymore" is a new one in my experience. You definitely made right move when he asked for tip.

Indeed! Not to be overlooked....

I knew this lad for several years before as a boy, this was the first time as a 'girl'. She arrived in t-shirt and shorts , and the whole experience was just as warm, wonderful, and passionate as it has been in the past! 'Same same' as I believe some people say! 🤣

Casting labels to one side, I have a very simple test - they either make my cock hard or they don't! If they do, and can 'hold my interest', they can have my time and my money!

Yes, it is a repost (see jokes string in the Beer Bar).

Interesting speculation. I do expect that Trump is currently interfering to try to prevent a cease fire being agreed to. It's all about campaign issues for him, not solutions.

Eastbound is worse for me. When I went straight through, recently, London to Sydney, I was wiped out for 2 days. Coming back was better. This was business class, but even so. However when I was working I used to fly to Tokyo. Arrive Saturday pm. Get up following morning, at 7 am, to be taken to play golf. Golf and polite chat all day, back to hotel 7pm! Following morning, Monday start work at 9am! Hardly noticed jet lag. What I think those showed was the power of the mind and adrenalin. As it was work, and you had to concentrate, somehow jetlag didn't get a look in. My Sydney trip was after I retired!

We all know threesomes can be hard to control! 😋

From The BBC It may be an innocent enough racquet sport, but Hong Kong's Education Bureau has unintentionally given badminton a whole new meaning. In teaching materials it released last week, a module titled adolescents and intimate relationships for Secondary Year 3, suggested that teenagers who wanted to have sex with each other could "go out to play badminton together" instead. The materials also include a form called "My Commitment" aimed at getting "young lovers" to attest that they would exercise "self-discipline, self-control, and resistance to pornography". The new materials have raised eyebrows and attracted criticism for being "out of touch". But officials have defended the decision. Meanwhile social media has been flooded with jokes centered around "playing badminton". "FWB [Friends with benefits]?? Friends with badminton," read one comment on Instagram that had more than 1,000 likes. Continues at https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c4glreq44y1o

Keeping agreed time is my pet peeve and I must say Jey Spa and Senso guys have better record of keeping it.

That's great news. November last year I looked into going from Butterworth to Chumphon (to catch a boat to Koh Tao) by train, but was only possible to go to Padang Besar and then I would have had to take bus or taxi to Hat Yai to reconnect to rail. I Ended up booking a seat on a shuttle bus that took me directly from my hotel in Georgetown to Hat Yai where I got on the train.

Well, it's definitely too early to say "Trump is Toast" and ring the victory bells. The vice-presidential pick only affects results in that candidate's home state, so Harris would be wise to pick someone from Michigan, Wisconsin, or Pennsylvania. She'll definitely need at least one of those states. National polls are irrelevant with the electoral college system. What matters is the polls in the swing states, especially the populous ones.

From Pattaya News A 36-year-old New Zealand man died after jumping from the 7th floor of a hotel in Pattaya on the morning of August 29th, 2024. At around 6:00 AM today, Pattaya police received a report of a foreigner falling to his death at a hotel in the heart of Pattaya near Beach Road in the Nongprue sub-district, Banglamung district, Chonburi province. Upon receiving the report, police and rescue workers from the Sawang Boriboon Thammasathan Foundation quickly rushed to the scene. There, authorities discovered the lifeless body of a 36-year-old New Zealand national, who had fallen from the balcony of a 7th-floor room. His body had landed on air conditioning and electrical conduits of a nearby building, resulting in an immediate demise. Rescue workers carefully recovered the body, and an initial examination by police revealed no signs of physical assault on the body. His name was withheld by The Pattaya News pending confirmation of full contact to his relatives and embassy. According to the hotel staff, the deceased had exhibited signs of what appeared to be drug-induced hallucinations. He was heard shouting “Help Me!” in English, before jumping to his death. The staff already had tried to calm him down but unfortunately wasn’t successful. After regaining their composure, the staff immediately contacted authorities. Pattaya police examined the victim’s room and revealed that there were no indications of foul play. Hotel staff also provided a video clip capturing the man’s frantic state before his fatal jump, which has been collected as evidence. The body was transferred to the Institute of Forensic Medicine at the Police General Hospital for an autopsy to determine the exact cause of death.

They keep on coming. It seems people are keen to join the PFC!