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A photo commemorating my historic foray into Homo Hill is on its way. Boyztown and Soi Twilight - eat your hearts out!
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I'm heading over to Homo Hill tonight to see what, if anything, is on offer.
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Yesterday was my last day in Yangon and it coincided with the start of their water festival. My hotel is located on the edge of a large man-made lake and I walked around there most days, admiring the hot young workers - most without their shirts - whilst heading off to a restaurant for lunch. The park is filled with courting couples, who kiss and cuddle and stare into each others eyes. And yes, I saw a number of gay couples, too. One of the park rules posted everywhere is "No Sex". From what I saw, the locals are very law-abiding. What a shame! The lake and park area is surrounded by a steel fence with access points into the park from the footpath. I entered through a gate but found the park itself had been blocked off, so I went back towards the footpath. A rather nice -looking young man wearing the traditional longyi smiled at me and reached out to help me step up onto the path. He then held my hand and began walking with me. At last! I've found someone! Why, oh why, did it happen on the last day?? He kept chatting away in Burmese, all the while squeezing my hand. I was in heaven. My heart was racing. My plan was to take him into the park, find a secluded area in the bushes and finally get to see what they wear under the longyi. We approached a stand selling drinks and he indicated he wanted something. Sure. No probrem. He then proceeded to take a bottle of water, a can of Coke and three energy drinks out of the cooler. Three? Wow, he must be planning on some session! When we reached the entrance I put my hand around his slim waist, gave him a cuddle and manoeuvred him gently towards the gate. But he pointed to the pagoda on the other side of the road - that's where he was heading. Hmm....not really the place for a groping session, I would have thought. With my arm still around his waist we crossed the road. He indicated that the pagoda was closed, shook my hand and jumped on a bus! And he was gone! WTF?? Nooo! Wait! What about me? What about my hard-on? What about the grope? Come back! I was instantly deflated. Then it occurred to me. Today was the beginning the water festival when young people do acts of kindness to older people, thus earning merit. Did he think helping me walk along the broken footpath by holding my hand would get him brownie points? Surely a grope and possibly a furtive chuck-wow would earn him enough merit to last a whole lifetime. I wandered into the park feeling rather sorry for myself. But not for long! Those bare-chested, hot and sweaty toned young workers were still putting the final touches on New Year decorations. Instant inflation! What a sight to behold - one I'd been going to the park every day to ogle at. So, that was my last day. I'm now in Seoul, looking forward to better times.
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It's probably his way of saying : "Keep your hands off my cock. I'm sleeping!"
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Thanks for that! I'll Dr if I can find it on google maps. What tip do the guys expect for extras?
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I was hoping I could find something in Yangon - anything would do - to write about in a new thread in which I would detail my cultural exchange experiences with the locals. Forget it! It ain't gonna happen. So I'll add a few comments here instead. There has been mention of some massage places on the internet, including in Christian's blog, but I have no desire whatsoever to seek them out. The poverty here is truly gut-wrenching. Last night I went to a huge party downtown in celebration of the approaching New Year. There I got to see the more prosperous people, but when I stepped out and wandered the backstreets I was quickly brought back to earth. I couldn't wait to get out of there. The locals, along with their mangy rabid dogs were sitting, surrounded by garbage. So if I did manage to find a massage place there is no way I'd consider going inside, no matter how cute the guys were. I could just imagine how filthy it would be. And the apparent lack of showering facilities would be a problem, given it is so hot here. The thought of washing your cock in a bucket of cold water which has probably been used by others doesn't bear thinking about. But the eye candy here is amazing. At the party in the park, at the Schwedagon Pagoda, and just walking around town there are gorgeous guys everywhere. Heaps of young shirtless guys can be seen playing a type of ball game in the backstreets. Lots of eye contact but it's all innocent - just guys wanting to smile and be friendly. So unless a miracle occurs, that's my take on Yangon.
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Pm me before you go.
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Oh, dear! What have I done? Have my reports on Golden Cock led to the increase in customers? For years customers were few and far between - I was almost always the only one in the bar and had the guys to myself. No real need to lock the doors; I could be guaranteed of fun, fun, fun without the threat of interruption. Last night there was one customer sitting in the bar when I entered around 10:30. He had opened a second bottle of whisky and was surrounded by boys. I've only ever sat on the same sofa over all these years and it's quite comfortable -it had my name on it, and probably some of my DNA, too! - but now I was relegated to one closer to the bar. And it's as hard as a rock. One of my guys who I had chuck-wowed earlier in the day, left the customer and came over and sat with me. After a few drinks he wanted a repeat performance. I told him I was uncomfortable doing anything when there is someone else in the bar, but in the end I sat with my back to him and did the deed. Unlike Eros, Golden Cock is quite a cosy bar and you are sitting in close proximity to others. Earlier in the day it took at least 20 minutes for him to cum and last night was no different. I fact, my arm was about to fall off so I let him take matters into his own hands. Then in walks another customer. And another. And with the whisky flowing freely and my guy settling in for yet another drinking session, the bar was in full party mode. The first customer then started the karaoke. Oh, dear! It was dreadful. One o'clock came around very quickly. Time to close. But right at the last minute another customer came in and sat at the bar. I figured he'd be allowed one drink and then that would be it. I got up to pay my bill and suddenly found myself in conversation with him. He was Russian and on his first trip to Asia. He had no idea where to go, how the off system works, etc, so I decided to order another drink and sit with him and give him a few tips. They closed the doors and all the boys gathered around the bar. We were soon joined by two more customers, one a guy who works at the Tarntawan. The Russian guy was really horny and decided he'd off my guy. How dare he! He's my guy! In the end, he decided not to as he figured the boy was too drunk and probably couldn't get it up. But he'll be back to the bar tonight to off him. By now it was 2:30. The manager was offering me free drinks, but I'd had enough. I left with the Russian. On the way out he asked me where he could find a guy for the night. My only suggestion was to try the apps or wander up to Soi Twilight - he might find a free-lancer sitting on the stairs outside the bank. And then off to bed. Have I shot myself in the foot?
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Because the reporters were too lazy to consult a map.
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We could call it Bucky's Boom-boom bar!
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Once the lights go out, they often don't come on again. I hope this is not the case with Oscars.
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Best check with the website, as prices can vary considerably. I'm not sure what I'm paying but I think it's just over 2000 baht without breakfast.
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Perhaps you should consider the bars these days as boy bars rather than gay bars. That way, they can cater for both sexes - and anything in between,
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Perhaps she thought what I did on my recent visit - the most handsome guy was not on stage; he was sitting in the audience! Lol
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Bar reports, by their very nature, are always subjective. They are simply a personal opinion. They are not meant to "color the bar's reputation."
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Don't get me wrong - I am also a huge admirer of those beautiful bodies and an award of how much work the guys put into getting those six-packs. It's just that I wasn't particularly drawn to any of the faces attached to the bodies. Another thing that surprised me was the make-up of the audience. I was under the impression that the bar was always packed with Chinese women. On the night I was there all the tables surrounding the bar were reserved. I was expecting the seats to be taken by women but they weren't. - they were occupied by men. There were only 4 women sitting on the stools at the edge of the bar and I also saw one woman sitting at the end of the catwalk. The remaining customers were all men.
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The days, probably on an app.
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Khaolakguy, check post #3637 here: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/8648-some-model-photoshots/page-182
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It makes perfect sense, given the rather heated discussions here regarding the different types of boys we like and who is, and isn't considered handsome. I was just covering my arse.
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It's for that very reason that I finally decided to change hotels for my trip in January. My routine was to get up at 1pm, have a shower and then head over to the bar to pick up my guy. As I left my room I looked for a cleaner and if I couldn't find one I'd always get reception to phone them and ask them to clean my room when I was out. But time and time again we arrived back at the hotel after spending an hour or so in the bar, only to find that the room had not been cleaned. So we had to go downstairs, ask reception to phone the cleaner and then wait until it was done. It's just not good enough.
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Normally, I don't mind tattoos, although it's prefer now at all. It just that I think it spoils a body that is in other ways perfect. Perhaps they got them before they started to work out and create a body of such beauty.
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Today, despite putting out the "Do not disturb" sign and pressing the bedside control, she still knocked on the door when I was in the shower. And even though it was inconvenient for me, I vacated the room. I pointed to the 'Do not disturb " sign and she just smiled. "Make up room now, ok?" So how can my comments be "unfair?" I'm merely reporting my experience over the last two stays at the Tarntawan. I'm not reporting hearsay. I've stayed here many times -but nowhere near sixty times - over the years and it is only recently that I've encountered this problem. I suggested a reason why this could be happening. And nowhere did I suggest that the cleaners are anything but "delightful." I've also tipped them, along with the elevator guys, generously over the years. Although I can understand them wanting to clean all the rooms on the same floor at once, I am not here to suit their convenience. The boy who visits me here every day made the same comment. I'm sorry if my comments upset some, but I'm just reporting my experience. If that constitutes "making a fuss" then so be it. I agree 100% with your concluding observation.
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I visited Jupiter last night and posted a review in my Bangkok report. I hope I haven't upset anyone. We all have different opinions on what constitutes "handsome" and to be honest, there wasn't one guy there who I would kick out of bed. I agree that most of the guys, but not all, have incredible bodies. And what a shame that bodies so perfect should be marred by ugly tattoos. Maybe my expectations were too high.
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This afternoon was a carbon copy of yesterday - a romp in the sack, and then over to the bar to service my chuck-wowee. After that, it was off to dinner with my boy. I decided to take in the show at Jupiter, just to see if it lived up to its reputation. It didn't. I arrived at 9:15 in good time for the 10:15 show in order to secure a front row seat. Unfortunately, they were all reserved and I was ushered to a seat behind one of the pillars. Nice one Jupiter! As the time for the show approached the bar got very crowded (I think I was the only farang in the bar) so I decided to quickly move; I managed to find a better seat - actually it was a stool, at the side of the stage. It gave me a great view into the open change rooms. There were about 15 boys in the rotation and some of the bodies were to die for! Absolutely incredible. Numbers 40, 43, 40 and 4 stood out. But only a couple of the boys were what I would deem handsome - the others looked similar to boys in the Soi Twilight bars. Nothing special at all. In fact the most stunning guy in the bar was the Asian guy sitting with his boyfriend in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was super cute. Back to the boys on stage. I made eye contact with number 49. I kept staring at his bulge. He kept staring at mine, too. I refer, of course, to the bulge of money in my top pocket. If only he knew most of the notes were 100 baht! (Then again, he was probably thinking, if only he knew most of my bulge was silicone.) The first "act " consisted of the boys - all 27 of them - parading on the catwalk. This was followed by a ladyboy lip-syncing while 5 guys gyrated around her, thrusting their pelvices at her. Next, 4 guys "danced" and bared their butts at the end. This was followed by a very energetic hula hoop show. But still no cock. Then I saw it. I caught a glimpse of a cock as a boy in the change room climbed the stairs. The strip show which followed is the first time I've seen such an act where nothing is revealed. The guy just pranced around to the music, eventually stripping down to his undies, attempting to excite us with even more pelvic thrusts. Very disappointing. Next, 5 boys came out draped in curtain fabric. And guess what - more pelvic thrusts. The boys then all appeared on stage and just stood there. My eyes landed on number 4 - not because he was particularly handsome (but he had a great body) but because he looked more farang than Thai. (I don't know which part of him is Thai, but I hope it comes from Issan and is located in the lower half of his body!) Five boys then appeared in their underwear and coordinated their pelvic thrusts to George Michael's "I Want Your Sex." Still no sign of cock. In a recent moment of madness I proclaimed that cock is not necessary for an act to be entertaining. I was wrong! A stripper suddenly appeared. And you guessed it, more pelvic thrusts. But right at the very end he whippe away his last item of clothing and we got a millisecond glimpse of an enormous hard cock. And that was it. After a dismal ladyboy lip-sync, accompanied by 4 pelvic thrusting guys, 4 guys came on wearing towels. Do I need to describe their "dance" moves? By now I had lost the will to live. So I got up and left. Considering all the hype about Jupiter, it was a real let-down. I was aware that nudity was not the main game but I thought the show was supposed to be really super sexy and that all the guys had model looks. The dance moves were awkward and out of sync - just like the guys at Moonlight. To be honest, I've seen better looking guys and more interesting shows in Soi Twilight. The 300 baht entry, includes one drink. I believe subsequent drinks are 150 baht. I'd rather pay 500 baht at Dreamboys. So off I went to Golden Cock where they locked the door so I could enjoy an exquisite blow-job by a guy way more handsome and sexy than any boy I saw in Jupiter.
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The story so far : I arrived in Bangkok, apparently on Friday, got fucked and went to a new bar. The story continues here : After an energetic afternoon session with my friend, I accompanied him back to his bar as he said one of the guys wanted a chuck-wow. Sure. No probrem. In I go, out it comes, off we go and out it comes. The sticky mess reminded me of something - the mango and sticky rice dessert at Jim Thompson! So off I wapent to the restaurant on Suriwong, just around the corner from the bar. It was delicious. It's the only time I'll eat rice which has been sweetened. Later in the evening I met up with two board members and we went out for dinner at Dicks. I don't know about them, but I had a great time chatting and listening to stories about the various paths they have taken in life. We all have a life story to tell and theirs were very interesting. Afterwards, we all headed off in different directions. Having just discovered that it was a Saturday night I first thought about having back to Moonlight Bar. I originally went there to see their show, which received high praise on another board. I left disappointed. But like many other bars, maybe they keep the best shows for Saturday nights when the crowds tend to be bigger, But I decided to go to Golden Cock, where I can enjoy my own private show. After the last customer left, my friend locked the door and stood guard outside so that the fun could begin inside. Six guys sat with me and it was drinks and cock all around. One guy I met back in January was very shy at the time. He would watch the proceedings but never take part, his cock staying well and truly ensconced in his pants. But this time it was in my face the moment he heard the click of the door lock. Don't you just love quick learners? He's a lovely guy but unfortunately, doesn't speak a word of English. My Thai is limited to "Hello, what's your name? Where you from? You wanna chuck-wow?" That's about it. But he seems to think I'm fluent and just rattles on in Thai. I do the Asian thing and just sit there nodding and smiling, with a "Really? How interesting!" look on my face. Last night I think he was talking about his family. But then again, he could have been giving me the weather report. No idea. But when you get down to business, you let your hands do the talking. Here a chuck, there a chuck, everywhere a chuck chuck. Heaven! But not all endings are happy, as I realised when presented with the bill. Oh dear, after handing out the well-deserved tips, I discovered that I didn't have enough money. How embarrassing! "No probrem" - I could pay the rest tomorrow. But I wasn't having that so I went back to the hotel to get the rest. I like to settle my bills there and then. I'm back at the Tarntawan, and I'm regretting it already. It's the only hotel I've ever stayed at where I feel bullied by the cleaning staff. They knock on the door at some ungodly hour wanting to clean my room. There have been times when I've been asleep and didn't hear them knocking. I'd awake to find them at the foot of my bed! They'd just opened the door and barged in unannounced! On a couple of occasions I'd asked them to wait 5 minutes, quickly threw on some clothes, vacated the room and went downstairs. I went back 45 minutes later, only to find the room hadn't been cleaned! No use complaining to the staff, as they don't speak English. But surely they could tell by the look on my face that I was very, very unhappy. Last time, I complained to the manager who apologised profusely. But TIT. Nothing has changed.