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#ThreadDeathWatch I probably get 85% free sex and 15% paid sex, and lemme tell 'ya, having done both (recently and often), there is plenty o' chase in getting just the perfect boy of your dreams in Bangkok, and plenty o' pride in the feeling of helping out a hard-working boy who needs your generosity to survive.

sglad: I have some suggestions, if I may. Feel free to skip these. I've had too much coffee this morning it seems, already posting in the board twice in an hour. It is apparent by now that whenever you post, you have a few posters going after you due to your colored history in the various gay thailand boards including this one. And when that happens ,the rest of us are subjected to the same arguments that has been rehashed ad infinitum in previous threads. So I think you have three options at this point: 1. Start fresh! If the mere presence of the username sglad sounds off alarm bells with certain posters, triggering this useless back and forth, may I suggest just retiring the name, coming up with a new one, contribute to this board as you have done, without the baggage of the old name. You obviously have things to say, and some useful and practical too, so why not just start fresh? It is obvious to most of us here that you are pretending, so that baggage unfairly colors some of the posts you make. Do we really need to know that you are a hot 20-something Singaporean living in Chiang Mai, when you post your opinions? Sometimes being anonymous works. 2. Prove them wrong! I read somewhere that some forum member tried to meet up with you in Chiang Mai but you cancelled at the last minute. Why don't you try to meet up with other posters (not sugargrandpa apparently) in the future so they can vouch for you. A character reference is always nice. A shit ton of posters didn't believe me when I started my first trip report (and who cares, right), but I've met almost 20+ now since then, and some even have seen me in action. And it doesn't help that you refuse to answer to the IP address thing directly. Its not cool to sockpuppet man. 3. Continue on with the status quo! And whenever you post, the same people, or more, will call you out on past transgressions. Some here are already being judged by their past behavior, and anything they say is colored by the trolling they did in the past. So if you don't do anything, all of us will continue to be subjected to this useless back and forth. And with this, I shall now try to limit my coffee intake to one cup in the morning, instead of 3.

It doesn't mean you shouldn't try. You won't win if you don't play the game in the first place. The worse thing that can happen is that you will get more friends in the process, and that is always nice. More friends is always good, in my opinion, especially if you're a foreigner. I've met many sexual partners just hanging out with friends, and meeting their friends etc. Invariably, some of my friends are more assertive than I am, so they can also draw in new people to our circle, widening my chances to meet someone new. If you go in to this with that 1:8000 in your head then you won't have fun. Just relax and enjoy the company! You'll be surprised at what happens next.

Actually I have two cases of this (sort of), both in my recent trip report, and both in the same night. In both cases I paid them off early in the night at 10 PM. Case 1: Pay Off and Off Now - it was the Korean at Jupiter. It was necessary to off him the minute I got in the club at 9:30 PM because 1) He was by far the most popular boy in the bar that night 2) A lot of customers were calling on him already, but for some reason they could not close the deal 3) He goes home at 12 midnight to go to his second job at 6 AM, so one had to off him early In this case, the Korean, one of the stars of the bar, really delivered, and had a wonderful one hour and a half with him. In retrospect I could've done these: 1) Went to the bar at 8:30 PM where I could've offed him then and spent 4 hours with him 2) Went to his second work the next day and bought his merchandise 3) Offed him on a day he wasn't working both jobs (which was two days later actually) and could have saved an off fee, and long timed him for sure. Shag all day, rinse and repeat. Oh well. Next time I guess. Case 2: Pay Off and Return Later - this was MonBoy, on the same night I offed Korean, and I wanted him for long time because Korean couldn't. 1) It was necessary for him to be Pay Off and Return Later because he was another star of the bar, and was in many dance numbers in Jupiter 2) He could not be offed till 12 midnight, when the shower show ended. 3) The scheme of returning later also works if you off a first boy early in the night, which in this case fit perfectly with offing Korean. Why it didn't work? The risks of this scheme: 1) As being one of the stars, there is the risk of someone offing him while you are away. Of course someone did off him for short time after I left. The customer left as well, to wait on MonBoy to finish his shower show. 2) Since he could not be offed before 12 midnight, he has to cut into my time to go to his short time off. 3) He had to cum on his short time off, which should be an issue. But in this case it wasn't. He was hard all night when he was finally with me, and came buckets as well. But he is 21 years old so he is supposed to do that. Moral of the story: if you want to off someone early, and you don't want them to mingle with others, just pay them off, have them to go with you, have dinner, have drinks, go to DJ, eat street food, watch a movie, and then go to your hotel and shag like rabbits. Or shag first and then do all those other things and then shag again. This is what I did on my second night with MonBoy. Lots of shagging and other things. I recommend it wholeheartedly.

Awesome, almost 3 pages of replies after the last post! I'll get to all of you soon, but.. On the Subject of MonBoy Returning to Gogo Life It's fascinating, isn't it, to know the whole story of a gogo boy's life? To know their motivations, their personalities, and who they really are outside of their work. It is a delicate balance for them, as it is for us, to not show too many cards on the table, but at the same time, it is these very revelations that draw us closer to them. Ultimately, I think, the boy's stories are worth more to me than the amazing sex that I've had with them. It definitely is the part of them that lingers in my head the longest. OK, I guess I have my iPhone to thank for capturing the images of the glorious gigantic cock and amazing body that MonBoy has, but the feelings, and moments are all in my head, and I guess, now in the pages of this forum. It is very easy for me to contain my emotions and draw boundaries with gogo boys because it is a relationship predicated on money. I simply can not trust anyone with my emotions if there is money involved. Where I mess up is in my relationships with non-commercial boys in foreign countries. BurBoy is a prime example. There are more, sadly. I am not a good role model for restraint. Yes, and again this is why it is wise to keep one's distance with money boys. The Game may be always played. The only thing we can do is be game enough to play the game ourselves, and hopefully, as I strive always in every relationship I am in, is we both win. It's better for my soul that way. He was trying to angle for more money from me, maybe in the hopes that I can end his money boy career by giving him a big sum. But, from what has transpired, maybe he was planning on ending it anyway, even before he met me. I just happened to be his last customer. From what I know, he is still in Myanmar. He did not make a specific promise to me that he won't go back to being a gogo boy. But even if he did, I would not fault him for going back. I would even encourage him to give it another go for a couple of years. It is a lot of money to give up, and probably is less physically taxing than farm work. But i don't know the emotional toll that MonBoy goes through in whoring himself, so I guess this is one reason not to come back to Jupiter. I hope he comes back. If not I may visit him in Myanmar and show him his country like I did BurBoy last December. That was a trip of a lifetime. Exactly. He is not my boyfriend. He can do whatever he wants. Including go back to Jupiter. But if he was my boyfriend, I'll be in big trouble. Family is important. I am sure that is why he is happy. He accomplished what he needed to do in Thailand, which is to enough raise money to finish his house. Can one raise that much money on only 2 weeks of work? Maybe. He had all the advantages to be the best Money Boy one can be in Thailand. He tried, now he went back to the farm. He is trying to live a more traditional life, away from the stage lights and the sleaze and the generous strangers he meets daily. Will he be back? I will say, yes, if I were to guess. And I won't be disappointed in him if he does. YES, do not be afraid to take risks once on while. Being overly cautious is great and all, but its the risks we take that really pay off in the end, and are the ones that you remember the most. Why travel half the world just to be cautious and careful?

Day 4.4: The Airport Goodbye Part 14: MonBoy Edition It is no secret that I hate airports. I have written about it a number of times in my trip reports. And I particularly hate airport goodbyes. In my earlier Thailand trips, even if I had a boy stay the night before I left to go back home, I usually go to the airport, alone, and geared up and focussed to return home. It is partly because of BurBoy that I now have the Airport Goodbye™ as a integral part of my LOS trips. With BurBoy, the airport goodbye was a necessity, a way to spend every last remaining minute with me before I disappeared from his life for a few months. But with any other boy I just met or offed, the airport goodbye is less needed. I’m pretty sure that after a night of getting molested by me, they just wanted to go back to their room and sleep, to regain energy for the next customer that night. This trip's airport goodbye was supposed to be BurBoy’s, but instead MonBoy has claimed it for himself. This trip, BurBoy did not insist on the goodbye, probably because of his work prep, and probably because it takes up to 2 hours (with traffic) from Suvarnabhumi to his room near Don Meaung. MonBoy, although having just met him, volunteered wholeheartedly to accompany me to the airport. If he got his way, he would’ve spent all three nights with me this trip, even waiting me on the second night, the night I was with BurBoy, by not taking on any customers, and not going to Jupiter (after I give him his off fee for the second night), in the off chance I will change my mind and call on him. We spend out last few moments naked together on the tub in my room at the Crowne Plaza. He has put all the bath soaps and effervescent salts in the tub to make it nice for us. We don’t have sex. Instead we talk, enjoy and relax for the next half hour. He gives me a soft neck and upper back massage while I lay against him in the tub. I was the little spoon, and he was giving me a relaxing rub. He washed off the makeup off of my hickeys and promised to conceal the hickey better than he did at Boots. We get off the tub and showered off the bath salts and got dressed for the taxi ride to Suvarnabhumi. He puts on the makeup back on my neck and cheek, and when I look at the hickeys in the mirror, it was really barely noticeable unless you knew what you were looking at. I hope it stays on through my flight and dinner tonight. I check out at the lobby (0 baht with points), and get a taxi (500 baht flat rate) and we are off. And he immediately does this: Still holding my hand to the very end. He was very quiet, closing his eyes sometimes to rest, looking at me once in a while and smiling. He was being contemplative, probably thinking about what he will do for the rest of the day, for the rest of his life, now that he is about to say goodbye to yet another customer. He was using two hands to hold my hand for some reason. Holding me too close it seems. We get to the airport and I do my usual check-in. MonBoy hangs back while I do this. While I get my tags and tickets printed by the kind lady in Thai Aiways counter, I look back at MonBoy sitting on the bench. He sees me look at him and he smiles, quite tentatively. He looks away and has a look of worry. I wonder what he was thinking? I get my bags checked and tickets and head over his way. He stands up to greet me and kisses me in the lips. “Are you OK?” I ask him. He looks at me and says “I OK, yes,” quite tepidly. I ask him if he wanted to get something to eat. It was only 12:30 PM and we had plenty of time. He takes my backpack from my shoulders and puts it on his back. “You no have to do for me,” pointing to my bag. He pretends to not hear as we make our way to the 3rd floor where all the shops and restaurants were. We peruse our options and choose a nice Thai restaurant with a nice selection of traditional Thai food for both of us to enjoy. We look at the menu and I find a few rice dishes that I liked. I tell MonBoy my selection and he orders three of the ones I have chosen. He also orders a big tall glass of beer and I do the same. It’s a short flight to Manila and I am heading straight to a dinner so I guess beer is not out of the question for now. While we wait for our food he holds my hand and caresses my forearm. He is still quiet, not his usual jovial self from yesterday. And then he spots a tall Chinese-looking guy and laughs. He points to the guy discreetly and points to where my hickeys were. “Same na!” he says. I look at the guy and see a giant hickey in his neck, unconcealed, for all the world to see. I guess I was not the only one with souvenir love marks to take home. I wonder how many tourists leaving Suvarnabhumi today had hickeys. This airport probably has a larger than normal ratio of hickeyed to non-hickeyed passengers, compared to other airports in the world. We get our food and we dig in. We have been up for 3 hours and this is our first taste of food, so we dig in wholeheartedly. MonBoy takes photos and sends them to his FaceBook and to Victory, his cousin from last night. “Good food?” he asks, breaking the silence. “Yes I like, very delicious.” He feeds me a big helping of some of the chicken. “I want you eat many because I cannot buy you food after this.” He smiles and nods. “What do you do in Philippine?” he asks about my trip. “I have some work there and I will tour too,” I answer. “When you go back USA?” “5 days. What will you do after today?” “I go back Myanmar.” “Oh, will you go to Myanmar to visit your family?” “No, I go Myanmar to live.” “You no want go back Jupiter?” “I no want to be Money Boy. I want go my farm” I was slightly taken aback by this. He has only been working for 2 weeks as a gogo boy in Jupiter, and now he is quitting? Did he think he had enough money saved up to finish his house in Myanmar now, with me his last off? Was I his last ever customer? Was I that horrible that I turned him off from his profession? He sees me puzzled and confused, but I couldn’t find the words to try to figure this out. “Why no gogo?” I finally say. “I no want work Bangkok. Difficult. I want go back Myanmar. I want see my family. I work farm. I want go my house.” “Do you have money for house?” “Maybe. I can go back.” Being a Money Boy is obviously a difficult job for anyone, no matter how hardened inside you are. But for a hot 21-year-old boy with considerable assets like his, being a Money Boy for a year or two could be very lucrative for MonBoy. He could save all his earnings and really start out his life back in his home country. And he would still be young enough to start over and do whatever he wanted. But instead here he was, quitting only after a short time. Maybe what he was saying was true. Or maybe he was still playing The Game. Maybe if he told me I was going to be his last customer, that I would feel obligated to give him a lot of money to send him on his way as his last off. Who knows. “Next time if you come Bangkok, Line me. I come back Bangkok and see you,” he says, smiling, holding my hand. “I want see you again.” “Okay, I Line you if I come,” I tell him. That’s probably not going to happen. But I guess it is a nice option to have. He is a beautiful boy, super attentive, and knows how to make me believe he was into me. But Bangkok is full of boys like him. He was special, sure, and the chemistry between us is very hard to find, but I am certain that there are many other boys like him out there. This was just a cold hard fact. Bangkok's charms are delightful and numerous, and his seemingly unique brand of sexual sorcery can probably be replicated elsewhere by another hot boy. He tells me more about his farm and his house. He shows photos of both as well as his family members. It is obvious that he misses them a lot. I guess he really wasn’t meant to live a life in the fast lane. Being a Bangkok Gogo Boy was only a way for him to make some quick cash. It was not a legitimate long-term career choice for him, nor is it anyone else's, I'm sure. I ask him if there was a way for him to go back to school. He says that school is not for him, and will probably will just farm for the rest of his life. We finish our meal and it was time for me to go to my gate. I ask him if he was going to use the train or a taxi. He said the train would be cheaper for him. As we make our down the labyrinthine escalator system that Suvarnabhumi had to get to the basement level for the train, he doesn’t stop with the PDA. He had his arm around me the while time, and he gave me discreet kisses once in a while. He didn’t care who saw. He was again testing his theory that Thailand is a more tolerant country than his own. When we get to the train level, I pull him aside and gave him long time tip. I gave him the standard long time plus 50%. I wanted to give him more, but not too big of an amount that it would seem like I got manipulated by his story of quitting the gogo boy scene. I was not sure if it was true. He takes the money without counting and puts it in his pocket. He gives me my backpack and buys his fare in the fare machine. He gives me one last giant wet kiss and goes through the turnstile. And just like that, he was gone. No tears for me this time. Only confusion and wonderment on what MonBoy has just told me about his future. I didn’t want to think that I had something to do with his decision, but what if I did? I can’t let it get to me. Only time will tell if he really has quit. I go through security and ruminate about all this in the Thai Airways lounge. I get a coffee and sit down and begin to write this trip report, knowing full well that it was going to be mostly about this wonderful, strange, and beautiful boy. I was actually glad that his two weeks of employment at Jupiter intersected with my trip. If I met him at the start of his two weeks, the circumstances might have been different and the off might not have been as good. But I meet him at the end of his tenure, and it was clear that he was eager to go out with a bang. The Thai Airways plane ride was smooth and uneventful. The rest of my time in Manila was great and entertaining as well. Everyday, in my 5 days in Manila, MonBoy has dutifully talked to me. Video called me several times a day, each day. He made sure I saw where he was every time, usually in his room, as if to show me he wasn’t in Jupiter or with a customer anymore, especially at show time, at night, to prove that he has quit the business for good. After all this, I get on my plane back to the USA. My first day back he tells me he is leaving for Myanmar in 2 days. I ask him if I was really his last customer. He says yes. He then says that he considers me a friend, and would like to continue to correspond with me. Sure enough, in two days he leaves for Myanmar. The video calls, now happening in rural Mon State, Myanmar, become more sparse and less regular. He says it is because of the spotty mobile internet connection in his hometown. After a week, the calls stop. He still messages me on Facebook once in a while, occasionally sending me photos of his farm, his house, his face covered in Thanaka, etc. The haircut becomes less fashionable, the clothes become more traditional. He has made his transformation back into farmer. No transformations for me. I am still the same numazu, sex-crazed monster.

More replies... Public Displays of Affection I think there is a difference between tolerance and just plain appropriateness. Thailand may be one of the more tolerant countries in terms of gay people and relationships, but that doesn't mean it is appropriate to flaunt it anywhere I want. It is appropriate to hold a boy's hand or give pecks in the cheek to show affection when at dinner or in a movie house, but maybe not in the confines of the BTS or elevator with a captive audience who has to see all this PDA while waiting for the next station or floor. I certainly feel uncomfortable if a couple, any couple, would start smooching in an elevator. It may be tolerated, but it is not appropriate. I have a general rule: I let the local decide what is appropriate for PDA in his country, with certain exceptions. I can assume that a country is super tolerant, like Thailand, but I won't start holding the local's hand until he starts it. I'm generally respectful of the country I am in regardless of my preconceived thoughts about said country. If MonBoy deems it appropriate he holds my hand while walking on the sidewalks of Siam Paragon (outside Silom), then I am OK with it. With that said, I always like it when a boy I am with (including my boyfriend) holds my hand in public while we walk to where we are going. It makes me feel that we are still thinking about each other while we are exploring. But i rarely initiate this, unless I am in Silom or Castro or Chueca or SoHo, where all the gays are at. This is my assumption in any country I am in, unless proven otherwise by my local companion. Again: acceptable vs. appropriate are two different things. I don't know how many times I've walked out of Boyztown in Pattaya with the boy of the night holding hands with me on our way to the (former) Marriott. It is a short walk sure, but those boys seemed conformable enough to hold hands. I didn't complain. But I am not farang-looking so, YMMV. But as vinapu and samebb have said, do not push things too far. I never initiate the contact. I think this is the key: varying levels of acceptance of the public to the relationship. That's why being respectful regardless of where you are is the most important thing to do. MonBoy kept telling me over and over that our PDA was acceptable in Thailand, and not in his country Myanmar. So he enjoys doing the PDA when he can. And yes samebb, his own brand of PDA is above and beyond anything I have experienced. It was too much actually, but I really enjoyed the attention for sure. I think he enjoyed my reluctance to the extreme PDA, and he wanted to push it further and further to see if I will crack under the pressure. I was actually embarrassed to do it in front of you and Victory. I think Victory was the most embarrassed because he grew up with MonBoy and hasn't seen this side of him. We must have looked like sex-hungry animals to you guys (and we were, but still). And this is the best advice of all.

Day 4.0: The Devil Made Me Do It There are very few things that are certain in life. Death and Taxes of course. But when going to Bangkok, getting sex is almost a certainty, as long as you have some baht with you to give away, or free if someone fancies you online. But the certainty of getting good sex is an altogether different matter. You can always pay for sex, but the certainty of the sex actually being good is less of a sure thing, no matter how much you pay. Some posters have asked me why it seems that I have had very good luck with the offs and getting good sex almost every time. There is a simple answer to that: I've had a lot of practice, and it hasn’t always been this way. I have started these reports on my 8th trip to Thailand. The 7 previous trips have had it shares of ups and downs. More ups for sure, but it took me a while to hone my skill of finding the right boy, and knowing if it will work out or not, just by sitting with the boy for 15 minutes or more over a drink in his bar. I think I am a fairly demanding customer, wanting not just good sex but also affection, attention and, most importantly, wanting to listen to a good story. For me sex, and good sex, and can always be had pretty easily, but getting that from a boy who is also willing to share with you his life story is harder to come by. Getting sex in Thailand is like shooting fish in a barrel, there is simply no challenge to it. There is no specialized skill needed to hire a boy to sleep with you. So I try to up the difficulty by also wanting the boy to be a lot of other things for me: a good friend, a decent companion, and a great storyteller. MonBoy seems to have all this in spades. Out of all the offs I’ve had in Thailand, this one seems to check all the boxes, with interest. Great sex? Check. Boyfriend experience? Double Check. Hickeys the size of Texas? Check, check, check. A great story? Lots of checks. So here he was, trying to check that first box, for the third time today. He needed Kamagra to perform, I am assuming because he is used to being the top in all the offs he’s had. And he certainly wanted that to be the case now. He sits me down on the couch and feeds me his enormous cock, now hard because of Kamagra and our foreplay. I take it, using all my jaw muscles to accommodate it, and using both hands to stimulate his shaft and balls. It takes all that to just make sure that he is getting the stimulation he needs. He pulls out and rubs his big cock all over my face. He puts a finger in my mouth as he torments me with his thing. He shoves his balls up against my face. I get a good whiff of his scent. It was still fresh even if we have been out for hours now. I chew on his balls as he moans in pleasure. He pulls away and then leans back to kiss me again. He sits on my lap to continue with the kiss. His large cock was pressing on my tummy. He takes off my shirt and rubs his cock on my chest. A generous amount of precum gets rubbed on my skin. He’s still stimulated after all the events today. He takes off my pants and underwear and proceeds to suck me. There was something hot about a hung boy just going to town on your cock. When he has me good and wet, he sits on my lap and proceeds to work my cock in him. I tell him to stop and to get a condom. He puts a hand on my mouth to shut me up. He continues to put my cock in. I take his hand off my face and put my hands on his hips to guide me out of him. I tell him this is dangerous territory he is treading on. He tells me “I OK with you.” I look him squarely in the eyes and tell him to get a condom. He smiles and then kisses me again. Pretty soon he is trying to put me in him again. I laugh and tell him yet again to get a condom. He relents and gets one out of the bathroom. He puts it on me and then sits on me again. He thrusts his hips up and down as his large cock bounces around my tummy. He puts his hands on my shoulders to steady himself while he thrusts up and down. The visual of him and his hard cock bouncing up and down was too much. I shoot inside the condom. I ask him to cum while I will still in him. It takes him a while but he shoots all over my chest and couch. Box checked. He gets off me and takes my hand to get in the shower. We got extra clean for the well-earned rest we were about to take. We get in bed and he turns on the TV and looks for some movie he wanted to watch. He turns the volume low and holds me close. He gives me little kisses and massages my neck while we cuddle. I got my attention. Box checked. I ask him more about his life. I ask him if he has a girlfriend. He reminds me that he told me earlier that he liked both men and women. I tell him that he seemed straight to me, the way he carried himself, dressed himself etc. He laughs and tells me that he gets this all the time. When he is with women, they tell him that he seemed gay to them. When it is men, they think he is straight. He says that it doesn’t matter to him. If he loves the person, doesn’t matter what gender it came in. Love is love. A good story among other stories he has told me. Box checked. He then asks me if I had a boyfriend or girlfriend. I play The Game again and tell him I was single. He asks if I wanted to be his boyfriend. I hesitate and tell him it is hard to be BFs if we are thousands of miles apart, and that I barely know him. He promises me to video call everyday and we can get to know each other then. I tell him we can do that and see what happens. He hugs me and kisses me and we continue to cuddle. I was thinking to myself that I do not need another quasi-boyfriend right now. But at this night and these circumstances, it felt right. So we spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking and half-watching the movie. He turns off the TV and asks me what were we doing tomorrow. I tell him I had a flight to catch at 3 PM so we had time to say our goodbyes and have breakfast before I head out to the airport. He tells me he wanted to bring me to the airport to say goodbye. I guess there is something about Myanmar boys and airports that happens for me. We must be both exhausted because we sleep all the way to the alarm at 9:30 AM. I get up to pee and head back to cuddle with MonBoy. He shouts “Good morning!” before even opening his eyes, like two mornings before. He hugs me to pull me close so I will get back to sleep. I remind him that I had a flight to catch today so we can’t sleep long. He opens his eyes and looks at me. He notices my hickeys and surveys them with his fingers. “I sorry!” he says while shaking his head. He rubs them in the hopes of making them go away. I wonder if it was that bad. I go back to the bathroom and turn on the light to look at them. Wow. The bruising has settles overnight and now they look huge and dark red. Definitely a problem when I fly back to Manila to my dinner. I rub them like MonBoy did. I sigh and resign myself to my fate. MonBoy joins me in the bathroom and we both try to assess the damage. MonBoy tells me we should take a shower and head “Out Silom.” We do that and get dressed. I guess we are going for breakfast. We get to the 23rd floor of the Crowne Plaza and MonBoy heads over to the other set of elevators to get to the ground floor. “No eat here?” as I point to the hotel restaurant. “No, go Silom” he says. Okiedokie. We get to Silom from Rama IV. He stops at the nearest Boots Pharmacy and head overs to their makeup section. He spots a sales lady and asks her something. After some back and forth MonBoy points to me and my hickeys and the sales lady looks at them. She heads over to the some of the makeup in the wall and explains to MonBoy what we needed to get. OK now I got it. We weren’t heading out to breakfast. MonBoy was looking for makeup to conceal my hickeys. We go through our makeup options and after a few trials we find some that matches my skins color. MonBoy dutifully tests it on my hickey, blotting foundation on it, blowing it dry, and then covering it up with some powder. When he was satisfied he instructs me to look in the mirror. I was impressed. The hickey was barely noticeable. He smiles widely and thanked him. He kisses me on the lips. So we get these two items: So he was being considerate as well. He was giving me the whole boyfriend experience. Box checked. We get back to the hotel and I finish packing. While I did that, MonBoy goes to the bathroom and I hear the water running. He goes back out and I ask him when he wanted to eat. He said we can eat in the airport so we can spend more time together. I look at my watch and it was only 10:30 AM. I guess we had some time to kill. He tells me he is filling the tub with water so we can have a short dip in it. I finish packing, and the tub gets filled. He takes a dip: And I join him. It was nice seeing his naked body one last time. We relax before the inevitable airport goodbye. I hate airports, next.

Finally, I have time to reply to your queries: The Game Maybe I was too mean, but I'd like to think it was more of a game. Since he is a Money Boy, his motivations are more or less driven by money. Anything that I can do to motivate him further without giving him more money (like mock anger on a perceived but understandable slight - like being late for an appointment), into getting more service/sex/fringe benefits, is to my advantage. I believe that he is having sex with me because he is attracted to me, or doing it out of the kindness of his heart, but he is doing it for the money, so thinking about the business side of this transaction, any leverage you have to get more out of the exchange should be taken advantage of. So from the looks of things, this gambit worked for me, and I got more from what I bargained for. Maybe the other leverage the I had (maybe he was attracted to me, maybe he was doing it out of the kindness of his heart - who knows), may have come into this as well. Lots of grey areas in money boy transactions. Things are not as cut and dry even if at the end of the day it is a money transaction. Money Boys toy with our hearts all the time in the name of getting more money. I should probably be able to toy with his heart (ego, pride, whatever) to get what I want as well. MonBoy was eager to play the game, and I would like to believe that in the end, we both won. His taking the initiative and pursuing me and getting on that mocy, even without tacit instructions from me to do so, is part of this game. He surprised me with that move, so he had the upper hand. Cat and mouse. I don't want to stereotype SE Culture, or any culture, in terms of their reputation for tardiness. I've had business meetings in SE countries and latin countries and invariably all started on time. Of course I should not expect a 21-year-old country boy from Myanmar to adhere to the same standard as I do with work, but it was all in the name of leverage rather than actually bothered that he was late. I couldn't care less that he was late. But it was fun to make him feel bad about it, though, all in the name of gaining leverage. I agree with this wholeheartedly. He is (was) a new Money Boy, and learning to (at least) honor promises will go a long way towards him getting bigger and better tips (and better offs). I keep reminding him that always start an off always on a good note. Being late is not that. It is entirely possible that he got confused with the AM/PM thing, and this was a good lesson for me to learn as well. And I wish I lived in a cave like you, vinapu . There is no LINE in a cave. More replies soon...

Day 3.6: Marking His Territory I don’t know what is it about me, but I get hickeys a lot. I don’t know how many times I’ve went to work Monday morning with a big honking red blotch in my neck. There was a point where I was ashamed of it, trying to use ways to hide, all of which didn’t work. I’ve tried putting a spoon in the freezer for 15 minutes an applying it to the bruise. Doesn’t work. I tried rubbing toothpaste on it. Hoax cure. The only way to really hide it was with makeup, scarves or turtlenecks. I’ve also had a lot of hickeys left on me by money boys. I’ve been able to talk about two of those times in trip reports. There was that time with a ScrewBoys guys who planted one on my chest. And another one from a Mandalay Grindr hookup. The first one was a benign experience. The second one wasn't as benign: BurBoy gave me a hard time when he saw it. I am actually glad this happened seeing him. These two big bad blotches in my neck would kill him. There is something primal about getting a hickey. You are literally sucking the blood out of a guy. It is very intimate as well, and it takes commitment from the deliverer, and the willingness from the recipient. And up to this point I was willing to get the hickey from MonBoy, until I got an even bigger second hickey. I take a selfie of those two blotches and show it to MonBoy. “No good,” I tell MonBoy. MonBoy sheepishly smiles and then kisses me in the lips. “You can me now,” pointing to his beck, pulling his shirt collar down to expose it more. OK, he was willing to have this done to him as well. I have never tried to give someone a hickey before. I tried once and it didn’t work. I tried again, twice, three times. I wasn’t doing it right. Everyone was telling me how to do it. I just couldn’t, for some reason. I may be too skittish in public. But the positive of this whole thing was, I was able to chew on MonBoy’s neck for a good ten minutes, in front of god and everyone in the Soi. Good times. Some boys in the bar even got some photos in. God knows where those end up. It was now 10:30 and Victory was getting antsy. I guess it was time to go to DJ Station. We pay up and I wish Hot Male Myanmar Boy. “Thank you for secret,” referring to not telling BurBoy about MonBoy. I'm asking one Burmese boy to not tell another Burmese boy about another Burmese boy. This must be a record for me. He hugs me and wishes all of us well. I attempt to again tip him and he violently refuses. I had to force it on him. While we walk I got a little excited about our DJ Station visit. I was more than happy to see how MonBoy was in the dance floor. We pay for our 300 baht a person and get two drink tickets for the bar. This is where MonBoy takes over. Instead of going to the main dancehall, he goes to one of the peripheral bars next to the dance club. He said we can get more bang for our alcohol buck in here. We all get these giant tankful of alcohol mixed with a mixer: I took one swig of the drink and boy was it strong. MonBoy handed me his drink for me to try. I take a sip and was taken aback. Oh wow he asked for more alcohol on his because it was way strong. We head over to the main dance hall and see that it was not as busy as it should be on a normal Friday night, though I guess it is low season so it is expected. We immediately went to the center of the dance floor. The drag show and boy dance was well underway and it was nicely done: The show ends and we start dancing. It was hard to dance with these two-ton drinks we had, but it was manageable. MonBoy was being his usual affectionate self. And he pulled a fast one on me. He was kissing me and then he chewed on my cheek to leave another hickey! I just laughed. At this point I don't think another hickey would make any difference. MonBoy takes a photo of me and shows me the new hickey acquisition. It wasn't bad. MonBoy was a hickey factory. There were at least two instances tonight when other guys wanted to get a piece of MonBoy. One was early in the night where I noticed that MonBoy was getting pulled by a couple to our left. It was an asian couple and I guess they found him attractive. He gets pulled into their spot and he just goes back to us. It was nice that other guys find MonBoy hot, but they can see was with us, so it was a little rude. The other time was towards the end where it was getting crowded and it was getting steamy. We ended close to the stage where there were revelers dancing their hearts out. MonBoy kept getting pulled up on stage and the boys kept taking his shirt off. Every time MonBoy would get back down and put his shirt back on. If you saw MonBoy, yes you would want his shirt off at all times. But I guess he didn't like this as much. He asks me to finish his drink (he couldn't finish it as it was too strong) and then tells me that we should go to the bathroom to expel our alcohol. We do so (after I take a peek of his cock at the next urinal). MonBoy then takes my hand to go out to the courtyard. He tells me it was getting stuffy in there and he wanted to leave. I guess all that groping and harassment got to him. We exit to Silom and I ask MonBoy if we wanted to eat. He says yes and pointed across the street to a spot that he wanted to eat at. I text samebb that we were outside and were about to eat. samebb says they are still inside and will try to join us later. MonBoy take my hand and we cross the street to Thanon Sala Daeng were some street food vendors were. He chooses a vendor that had some pork innards soup. I happen to love this. We get our order: Everything was in it. Pork meat, intestines, liver, some lungs etc. We found it so yummy that MonBoy orders another helping for the two of us that we can share. He says that this was a favorite spot of his to go to after work. He found it cheap and satisfying. I found another way to share in MonBoy's life. It's amazing how much ground we covered in the last two nights together. samebb and Victory appeared. They didn't join us in the innards soup celebrations but stayed around to talk. I thanked both of them for the wonderful night. I bid my farewell with samebb, and thanked him especially for finding MonBoy for me. It is always nice to have an expat be the eyes and ears for us less fortunate “short-timer” tourists. I don't think I would even have discovered MonBoy in the crowded Jupiter bar without samebb recommending him first. We finish our meal and I pay (220 baht). We go by the 7-11 up the road on Silom to get some last minute waters and snacks. MonBoy dutifully carries the goods for me as we head back to the hotel. It was still early (at 1:30 AM) so we did not feel that this night was done by any means. We both knew this might be the last time we see each other, ever, so we were trying to make this night count. That's the life of money boys, and us customers, here in Bangkok. Everything is so temporary. It is always wise to keep your distance whenever you encounter a money boy. Which is the opposite of what a Money Boy strives to do. It is in his best interest to make the night and the circumstance really memorable for the customer, so that they get a huge tip, or get repeat offs from the customer. This constant push and pull is what makes this world very interesting, and this struggle is what I savor the most. We get to the hotel room and I can tell that MonBoy was in a very good mood. He was singing a Thai song and dancing around the room. He starts taking his clothes off and I take out my camera to take one photo of him shirtless. He smiles into the camera and keeps singing. I take the camera back into my pocket, but MonBoy tells me to take more photos of him. Of course I comply. He flexes his muscles for me and laughs as his does it. He begins taking off his pants to reveal his baggy boxer briefs. He poses in different angles until I see that his cock is working its way into hard. I guess the Kamagra is starting to work. Slowly, and seductively, he starts taking off his underwear. I keep snapping away. He reveals his monster cock and poses it in certain ways as I shoot more photos. He lays his cock on the office table. The contrast of his brown cock on the white desk was impressive. It looked really huge. He flexes again. I take photos again. This boy can charm me into doing anything. He takes my phone and flips the camera to the selfie mode. He takes a selfie of both of us, and then starts making out with me while still taking selfies. He puts the camera away and we continue on kissing. This boy was on fire. The only thing I can do is to fan the flames. Next.

Day 3.4: So Much From So Little And the answer to the previous question is no. We tried though. He greases up his pole a lot. He takes his time to grease up my hole. He puts one finger, and then two to prime it. And then he puts it in. It was painful, and it was a lot. It was not fun. He gets the tip in and gets some millimeters in some more. I try to block out the pain, to no avail. The girth is really what kills me. He tries to start thrusting in and out, but his cock was not even a third in. After a while he gives up and he says “I go out.” He pulls out slowly. Ouch. He leans in to kiss me. He tries to revive my now soft cock. He continues to kiss me. He sits beside me and kisses me while he takes off the condom and strokes himself. The sight of him beside me, stroking his giant cock, and kissing me made my cock hard again. He stands up and sits on my lap and continues to stroke himself. He was trying to cum again the same way this morning, but with me now joining him. He cums all over my cock and chest. I keep stroking with now cum as lube. He kisses me to help. I shoot. This boy is wasted on someone like me. He would be perfect for an insatiable bottom. But I was going to make the most of him. He is more than just a big cock. Though I can see how his big cock sometimes defines him. He is way more than his legendary appendage. He leads me to the shower so we can clean up. After the usual cleaning routine we cuddle in the bed naked. He puts my head on his chest. He likes this position. We watch TV for a while and then I ask him questions. I ask him about his life back in Myanmar. I ask him about his family life. I ask him about what intentions for the future were. It was the usual story of poverty that I have heard a million times. But it was colored by his descriptions of is family members. He had four brothers, all younger than him. He took out his phone and showed me photos of the handsome boys. He says they have all big cocks like him. I was stunned and titillated at the same time, of course. Man how much money would those brothers get if they entered the same profession. Then I snap out of it and realized that this is really not the job they should be striving for, even if they are appropriately equipped (hehe) for it. My mind does not leave the gutter sometimes. So we chat for a while and watch TV for a while and continue to drink beer. We then decide to take a little nap before the night ahead. I find these little “disco naps” that I take to be essential in order to enjoy a full night of fun and frolic, including sex. I am not in my 20s anymore, so I have to pace myself. I am sure my spitfire companion can keep on going and going like the 21-year-old energy bunny that he is. A very very hung energy bunny. We wake up at 7:30 and freshen up for the night ahead. As usual the trip, we were meeting up with samebb in Soi 4. Soi 4 has been a revelation this trip. The addition of Jupiter to its portfolio has made the Soi much more vibrant than its previous incarnation. The beer bars are complemented by the Jupiter eye candy that have to walk through the Soi to get to work. If I was a shrewd business man I would put up a complementary gogo bar in front of Jupiter, and fill it with either twinks or muscle boys, and/or any service or boys that may be lacking at Jupier that the market wants. I get a text from samebb to tell me that he and Victory just arrived at Soi 4. That was our cue to head over. Off to Silom we go, hand-in-hand of course. We find our friends sitting across from each other on a table in Telephone pub. I sit next to Victory, who was facing the street. MonBoy says something quick to Victory, before telling me the same thing in English. He says he was going to Jupiter really quick to get his “Shower Show” earnings for the past 14 days. He got 500 baht per show, so he was due 7000 baht. He heads over to Jupiter to join his feollow co-workers as they start they work shift at 8 PM. I order an espresso martini, my default first drink in Soi 4. I get to know Victory with samebb’s help. Such a sweet boy. His English was a little bit better than MonBoy’s. Which makes sense because Victory has been working in Bangkok longer than MonBoy has. I found it interesting that MonBoy and Victory were related, and they look nothing alike. MonBoy was a handsome and masculine, lean-ripped guy’s guy, while Victory was more a cute gay twink with smooth edges. I asked him about growing up in Myanmar and all that. It was very informative in knowing more about MonBoy’s background. MonBoy come back and sits next to me. So I had Victory to my right and MonBoy to my left. I asked him if he got his money. He says yes and was very happy. He smelled me again, and kissed my cheek. Victory looks at MonBoy and chastises him. They talk for a little bit. samebb asks what was going on. Victory says that MonBoy looked a little red and asked him if he took Kamagra, the erectile dysfunction drug found at street vendors on Silom. I asked MonBoy why he took the drug. He said he “chuck wow 2 today already,” and wanted to be ready for me in case there was a third time tonight. I was impressed. MonBoy was prepared for the eventuality of a third sexual encounter for us today. He has learned fast in his 2 weeks as a gogo boy. And then, it happens. He asks me if he could plant a hickey on my neck. I thought it would be fun, so I say yes. He does with gusto. He shows his handiwork to everyone and samebb and Victory were shocked. It was a huge hickey. I take a selfie of myself and see that, yes, that was a giant love mark. I wasn’t too concerned about it. I wear these things like a badge of honor. We finish our drinks and decide to go to dinner. After much deliberation we decide on trying out the Silom Complex basement restaurants. There was a variety of Thai, Indian and other Asian and western choices to choose from, so we can see what would be good for all four of us. As we headed over on Silom Rd, MonBoy was firmly attached to me like a lamprey attached to its prey. He was hugging me and kissing me once in a while, in full view of the embarrassed samebb and Victory. He didn’t seem to care. Nod did I. This was fun. We get to Silom Complex and and get to the basement. I tell all three whch restaurants I tought were good or not. The boys look at the menus in front of each restaurant. After some deliberation we settle on Indian food at a restaurant called “Mrs. Balbir's”. They didn’t have a lot of customers relative to other in the basement, but the boys wanted to try it so we take our seats in the front of the restaurant. We get some menus and MonBoy consults with me about the choices. We make our choices. We get our beers and toast to the night ahead. MonBoy was in very very good spirits (too good?) and was very touchy feely. I usually have no problems with public displays of affection. BurBoy likes holding hands and kissing once in while, but MonBoy takes it to a whole new level. The kisses came like every 5 minutes. The hugs were there the whole time. A part of his body was connected to me the every time. And once in a while he would navigate my hand, or elbow, or forearm, to his bulge, as if to remind me it was still there. How could anyone forget that legendary appendage of his. We get our food and quite expectedly MonBoy feeds me his food. Talk about intimacy. He even implores me to try his beer as well. I liked this to a point but MonBoy kind of is overdoing it with the “taking care” thing that gogo boys do so well. I play along of course. I like the attention. Maybe its because of his lateness earlier. Maybe its making up for the whole off including two days ago. It was actually getting noticed by the staff and some customers in the restaurant. They kept looking at MonBoy and me. I wonder what they see. We finish dinner (thank goodness), and it was only 9:30 PM so we had time to kill before heading over to DJ. We decide to go to the other gay Soi, Soi Twilight, and get another drink or five. We get to Hot Male bar and get greeted by our favorite Myanmar Boy. He notices that I didn’t have BurBoy with me. He shakes his head. We sit down and Myanmar Boy sits in front of me to get my order, or just to talk about why BurBoy wasn't with me. He wasn't friends with him, or anything, but he was wondering about it. I just told him I was with another boy, and I was with BurBoy yesterday. I look him in his pretty eyes and ask him not to tell BurBoy. He says of course. He doesn’t do that. I do trust him a lot. So I know my secret is safe. We talk some more before we get interrupted by MonBoy and asked if we could get our drink order in. We all order and toast to the night. Maybe it was because I was talking to Hot Male Myanmar Boy, but MonBoy saw a flower vendor pass by Hot Male, and he went to her to check out the flowers. 20 seconds later I was presented with this pretty bouquet of flowers: samebb laughed and remarked that this is probably the first time in history a money boy has ever bought a customer a bouquet of flowers. I told him I’m sure that’s not true. samebb then says that maybe on their birthdays, customers may get one, but not on a regular night. I accept the flowers wholeheartedly and we continue on the merriment. And MonBoy wasnt finished with his charm offensive. He kept kissing me and hugging me and taking care of me in front of others. He then surprises me and plants another big hickey in my neck. I resisted a little bit but couldn’t resist, again. I show the hickey to the others. They gasp in horrow. I take a selfie and dear god I now have two giants red blotches in my neck. This was not good… next

Day 3.3: Afternoon Delight When I am in Bangkok, lunch is usually the most overlooked meal of the day. I am guaranteed a breakfast of course, the most important meal of the day, for me especially. It varies between 9 AM to 1 PM, depending on what happened the night before and if I was catching a flight. Dinner is also somewhat of a guarantee. I usually have it before going to the bars at 10:30, or even earlier if Soi 4 was an option before the gogo bars. A third, optional meal, is taken around 2 AM or even later. It’s usually after a DJ Station night or Fake Club crawl, useful to soak up the alcohol. So lunch may be the casualty of a very busy day, and my days are invariably always busy when on holiday. But today was a day to have lunch. I had two yummy bread things for breakfast, and 4 hours later I was about to have lunch with MonBoy, a boy who now no doubt was super hungry from all the making up he had to do just earlier, samebb, who was doing errands in Silom, and Mr. Perfect, the boy who launched a thousand trolls on GayThailand. Still basking in the afterglow of our sex, MonBoy and I were skipping through Silom, hands held, MonBoy kissing me and smelling my face or neck once in a while. It was hot and humid, as per usual, but I didn’t mind the extra heat coming out of MonBoy as he engulfed me with affection. We get to Silom Soi 3 where Kuku Ramen was. It was weird to be on this street and not go to the AirBNB condo. We get in and see that there were no customers except for our friends. They see us and get invited over. samebb introduces us to Mr. Perfect. And he was pretty cute. A cute Thai twink. I can see why people go gaga over him. Not for me for sure, but for most GayThailand members. He shakes my hand and talks to MonBoy in Thai. I see that they already have their orders and were in the middle of their meal. I guess my sex with MonBoy took longer than expected. We get menus and I look at my ramen options. I ask MonBoy if he was going to have a problem with the food here. He only ate Thai/Burmese food in Thailand. He looked at the menu and said he was fine with the Japanese food choices. I get a ramen/bento thingie and MonBoy, after discussing the menu with a waiter, ordered some chicken and rice thing. While we wait for our orders, I quizzed Mr. Perfect about a lot of things, including about his recent notoriety with his photos appearing in GayThailand. I am not going to say much about this, because of the aftermath, and I am not interested in ripping off band-aids. But I will say this: it is one thing to talk about people like they were abstract beings. But once you meet them in the flesh and get to know them, you get a sense of why they did what they did, and reacted how they did. I do feel bad that his photos got posted. But no harm, no foul. The photos are down, and he is back to his boy ways. Soon our lunch comes and we start eating our delicious food. Even before MonBoy takes a bite of his food, he takes a portion and feeds me. BurBoy liked to feed me like this, and I liked it a lot, and MonBoy had some sixth sense that I would enjoy this. As we eat he keeps on feeding me. He also takes some food from my plate and eats. I love that MonBoy immediately is in a sharing mood with me, without even knowing that I liked this. samebb and I have a good conversation over lunch. We make plans for tonight as well. Victory, MonBoy’s cousin, wanted to go to DJ Station with samebb and us two, so this was the activity for the night. We also planned on getting a bite to eat as well. So we agree on the double date, samebb and Victory, numazu and MonBoy. It’ll be a chance for me to get to know MonBoy better through his cousin. I never knew I would have this affinity with the Burmese, but I guess my recent trip to Myanmar did wonders to my opinion of the Myanmar people. We wrap up lunch and pay the bill. We say our goodbyes and head out. samebb and Mr Perfect head on out as well. It was only me and MonBoy again. I asked him what he wanted to do. He says the eternal words “Up to you.” It was 3 PM and there was plenty of time before the night activities. So I tell him I wanted to go to Siam Paragon to shop for a little bit. I wanted to get some cute t-shirts for the BF and my dad. I told him I can buy him a shirt too if he likes. He smiles widely with his perfect and killer smile. And then he says “Up to you, but no.” I laugh at this conflicting sentence. “We go BTS or taxi?” he asks me. I tell him “Up to you!” I exclaim back. “Really?” he says incredulously. I laugh and nod. He thinks for a minute before doing out to the curb and hailed a taxi. I guess BTS meant walking a lot first and he didn’t want that. We get a taxi and make our way to Siam Paragon. We were a block away and see a pile of cars in our way. The driver talks to MonBoy. MonBoy then asks for the fare from me. I give it to him and he gets out of the car. We are walking the rest of the way. He immediately takes my hand while we walk our way to the mall. There were some Thai men loitering in the sidewalk staring as as. MonBoy takes a look at them and laughs. He says he doesn’t care who sees us holding hands. He says in Myanmar this was really frowned upon, so he is relishing the freedom to show affection, with anyone, here in Bangkok. I ask him if he holds hands with his other customers like this. He says he doesn’t, only the ones who are “clean.” I really don’t know what he meant by this word. We get to Siam Paragon and I go straight to Uniqlo. I take my time looking for clothes for the BF and my dad. MonBoy dutifully follows me around. He takes a shopping basket and carries it for me. When I am done I ask him if he has found anything yet. He says he had a couple in mind. He shows them to me and they were two polo shirts for 600 baht each. I tell him to take both and we are done. He says he wants to only get one. I ask him if he wants two in a different color. He says yes. So I take the two and put them in our basket. I think I can afford 1200 baht. We pay up he gets the bags to carry. He says we can take the BTS to get back to the hotel. Since I was leaving this decision up to him I comply. We go down to the BTS level and he fishes out some coins he had with him to pay for our fare. He takes my hand and leads me to the turnstile and gives me my ticket. We ride the BTS all the way to Sala Daeng station. I didn’t let him hold my hand this time though. I felt a little bit shy if there were people in close quarters seeing this PDA. We get back to the hotel and MonBoy takes off his shirt to try on his new polo shirt. He looked at himself in front of the mirror a few times, admiring his new finds. He sees me looking and goes to me to kiss me. “Thank you,” he says in his boyish raspy voice. Even his voice was one-of-a-kind. He was smiling and seem to be in good spirits. Then he thinks of something. “We no get beer?” he says, as if we forgot to when we were out. I tell him we can have the beer in the mini-bar, pointing where the fridge is. He looks at the selection and gets us two Heineken cans. We toast to the afternoon. Day drinking is fun with a hot boy. He turns on the TV and picks a movie channel, just like BurBoy, though with the volume low. He starts asking me questions about the nature of my work, why I go to the Thailand and other personal things. I try to answer as simply and as general as I could. It’s always interesting tailoring my words for a foreigner who has no concept of some terminology of words I usually take for granted, in the hope of trying to explain what I do and other first world things. But he was curious, and his eyes piercing into me with every word I say. We finish our beers and he says we should try something. I ask him what is it? He starts taking off my clothes. I comply because usually everything good starts with another person taking off your clothes. He sets me down on the couch and he disrobes as well. He was semi-hard, and he puts his cock in my face for some oral. I suck till he was hard. While he was doing this he was stroking my cock as well. When I was hard, he gets of my face and continues to stroke my cock. This was going to be good. He then lifts my legs up and he has a full view of my ass for the first time. He touches my ass with his fingers for a while, and then wets one finger and puts it in. He was gentle, and I was getting into it. And then he puts his face in my ass and starts licking. All this with us not taking a shower. This boy was bold. He was getting me good and wet. I see him spitting in his mouth. And without a warning he jams his cock in my ass, no condom, and with just spit. I was both shocked at the girth going in me, and the fact that he was putting it in without a condom. I pull him back with my legs and he asks “No good?” I say no good. He apologizes. I smile at him and told him he didn’t do anything wrong. “Let’s do good ok?” I tell him. I take my condoms and lube in my bag. I give him the condom. He takes the condom and gives it a nice stretch. He rolls it the condom up and then slowly wraps his huge cock in it. He obviously has a technique on how to fit his cock in the average size. It was super thick but he was able to fit his cock in the condom. Now the question is, was I able to fit his cock in me?

Day 3.2: Hell Hath No Fury Like a Numazu Scorned (not really) I really wasn’t done with MonBoy. I had an amazing time with him last time, so I am eager to replicate the experience. But this seemed to have come out of left field.He was constantly LINEing me yesterday, even if I was with BurBoy (though he did not know this). He seemed eager to meet me today. He even suggested multiple times yesterday to meet as well. Although I know he was only trying to make a sale from me, I still appreciated the attention. I asked him to see me early today because I wanted to spend the whole day with him. I was eager to know his story, and of course I also wanted to be close to the beauty. He has showed that he was into me (or sold it as such), so I know there will be a lot of intimacy, which I like. It was my turn to get the boyfriend experience from MonBoy, so I was kind of disappointed about this turn of events. I paid for his off fee last night so he didn’t have to go to his bar yesterday, so he does not have an excuse to be tired this morning. MonBoy’s cousin, lets name him Victory, is samebb’s special someone. They were not boyfriends per se but there is a connection there. So I was able to contact the sleeping MonBoy through Victory. Victory kept asking me if he could wake MonBoy up. I told him no every time. I was OK to let him sleep. I will run some errands while he slept. I decided to get a haircut from Cutey and Beauty, my usual go-to in Bangkok. I leave Crowne Plaza and get on Rama IV to Silom to Thaniya Plaza. As I make my way through Thaniya Plaza I get a call from MonBoy. I guess Victory woke him up. I don’t answer. He sends me a ton of messages apologizing for falling asleep. I read but not answer. He calls me again and I don’t answer. I don’t know why I didn’t reply. I guess I’m getting into the “mock anger” thing again that I used the last time this happened with MonBoy. I got good results then so why not do it now. After a few calls and then a ton of messages I reply back to him to say “I busy.” It was true that I was busy. I was just outside the salon about to get my haircut. I felt my phone vibrate a million times from MonBoy. I go in the salon and the hairdresser recognizes me, yet again. He instructs the helper person to wash my hair. I get a pleasant wash and then I sit on the chair to get my haircut. I set my phone down on the counter in front of me. The hairdresser preps me and asks what I wanted. He proceeds to start the haircut. He starts a conversation with me as he usually does. And he always starts with: “How long your holiday this time?” I tell him it was just a few days. We make pleasant small talk which makes the haircut go by fast. While this was happening my phone was vibrating a lot, most probably texts from MonBoy. It was vibrating so much that my phone was about to fall off the counter ledge. Hairdresser guy scoops up my phone and gives it to me so it doesn’t fall to the ground. At some point the vibrating stopped. I guess MonBoy gave up. My haircut is complete and I get another rinse. I decline the offer to style my hair. I pay them and give tips to the hairdresser and helper. While I make my way through Thaniya Plaza and peruse through the golfing merchandise, my cellphone vibrates a few times again. I take it out of my pocket and see MonBoy has started to text again. I look at his messages and was surprised to see that he says that he is on his way to the Crowne Plaza. He then shows me a photo of him on a mocy taxi: Wow the boy is persistent. I have to give him that. He decides to come to me anyway without my OK. Even if I wasn’t returning his thousands of messages and calls. I didn’t let that deter my window shopping though. I just read his messages and not reply. I get another message but this time it was from samebb. He told me that he was heading to Silom in half an hour or so to do some errands, and asked me if I wanted to meet him for lunch. He also said he was bringing that infamous boy from that controversial photo thread “Your perfect Thai boy”, which started the Spring of Trolls™ here in GayThailand. I was eager to meet Mr. Perfect, so I said yes. I did tell him about the whole saga with MonBoy that was still unfolding, so I told him I might be bringing MonBoy to lunch as well. While I make my way back to Crowne Plaza I get messages from MonBoy telling me that he is now at the Crowne Plaza waiting for me. He sends a photos of the elevators on the 23rd floor a proof that he was there waiting me to take the elevator down to fetch him: I finally answer him, asking him why he is here. I tell him he broke another promise by not being here at 11. It was 1 PM. I get to Crowne Plaza and take the elevators to the 23rd floor. I step off the elevator and then scan the lobby for him. And then I see him, sitting in front of the other set of elevators, looking intently at the elevators. I laugh a little bit. I put this boy through a lot for my own sadistic enjoyment. There was still a lot of “mock anger” to give out, and since he was late and to be woken up, I think my “anger” is justified a little bit. I put on my best “pissed off” face and head over his way. He sees me and immediately apologizes. He hugs me tightly. I don’t hug back. I ask him why he was there? I told him I didn’t tell him to come. He said he had to come because he said he would. He apologizes again. I push the button for the elevator to get back to the room. I get in and he follows me. In the elevator he hugs me and kisses me everywhere, like he did last time he has seen me this “angry”. I don’t resist, of course. This was awesome. We get to my floor and as we walk he still keeps on hugging me and kissing me. We get to the room and we sit on the bed. I ask him why did he fall asleep? He says he was tired after breakfast. I ask him why did he want me angry again. He just apologizes profusely again. He then tells me his confusion: I told him yesterday that I will meet him at 11. He said he thought it was 11 at night, not in the morning. I specifically remember telling him 11 AM, not PM. I look in my phone and find the text that says 11 AM. He says he thought it was evening. I ask him if he knew what AM and PM was. He says he doesn’t know for sure. It is quite possible he doesn’t know the difference. He is new to Bangkok, new to gogo boy life, new to dealing with farang. I don’t know if an under-educated Myanmar guy would have a concept of what AM and PM meant. It didn’t matter. It was plausible to me at the moment. My force field of mock anger was slowly chipping away. I tell him “OK you can stay.” He smiles and hugs me, and then, like last time, take a big whiff of my neck to smell me. He does like smelling me. He then starts making out with me. This was a good way to make it up to me. He then takes off all his clothes. He knew what he had, and he was using it to full effect to appease me. He knew what kind of effect his amazing ripped body had on me. He takes off his underwear and his legendary humungous cock just flops out. And just like that, I was sold. He has probably sealed a lot of deals with just showing customers his cock. And in this cold Bangkok hotel room, the sight of a handsome 21 year old Myanmar boy with golden brown skin, ripped body and large cock is all that is needed to make a Bangkok vacation successful. There was no question what he was trying to do. He wanted this off to start in a good note, after the confusion earlier. He slowly takes off my clothes and then lays me down the bed. He sucks my cock to get me in the mood. He kisses me on the lips and then kisses me all over. He thrusts his cock in my face. It almost covered my whole head. I take a nibble and manages to take in half of it in but it was difficult to do. The girth is a killer and my mouth was not that wide. He then puts his hips on my ass and force my legs up in the air. He teases my hole by putting the tip of his cock on it. He asks if he can put it in. I tell him not right now. I told him I was not ready. He asks me what I wanted to do. I asked him to sit on my chest and chuck wow in front of me. He does and it was a sight to behold. He starts jacking off and again the sight of muscles tensing up with him laboring to make himself cum is amazing. He looks at me and starts licking his lips. I put my hands on his magnificent torso and hips. I cup his balls to help him out. And then it happens: he puts his cock square on my face and lets go. He cums all over my face. I love this guy. He laughs at the sight of my face all covered in his cum. I tell him it feels like a lot of cum. Some of it was dripping off my face. He tells me he did not touch himself all day yesterday to prepare for today, so that’s why it was “many na.” He gets off me and leads me to the bathroom and we take a quick shower, with him of course taking care of my nooks and crannies. We get dressed and head over to Silom Soi 3 to head over for lunch. It was time to meet samebb, and of course the controversial Mr. Perfect. That’s next.

Thank you for this thoughtful post. It is hard to speculate about the other parts of my life, because these are the only events I share with you, the days that I am in Bangkok for the report. Its funny, this trip is only 3 days out of my life, and if you average all the days that I spend in Thailand in all the years I've been to this wonderful country, it only accounts for 8% of my life. What do I do in the other 92%? You guys don't know of course, but its fun to speculate. I don't want to get into any specifics, because this part of my life is private, but I'll just say that, in general, relationships look weird or strange to everyone except for the people actually in it. We are all different people, with different needs and desires, as well as insecurities and hangups. Some may choose total monogamy, some may choose total codependence. We both chose this type of relationship because it works for us, and it is not based on any other person's view of what a relationship needs to be. I happen to have met the perfect person for me, 9 years ago, who just gets me, and me him. It's hard to find such a person, but I did, and that's why it has lasted this long. He knows and I know that the heart (and my heart in particular) is capable of so much love. You guys don't know if he is doing this as well. You wouldn't, because I never talk about him at all in those terms. I have not talked about how I treat my boyfriend. Who is to say that I don't do these things for him already, or if he even is the type of person who likes these things done for him? You can only guess about the relationship of course, which is fine. All i can say is my BF is a rockstar, and I treat him as such . He has read your post. He says he doesn't need any thanks. But I personally appreciate the gesture. He deserves all the thanks for putting up with me. Why do you feel sorry for him? I have a feeling that through these trip reports, I am becoming the villain in my own life story. And I don't blame those who think so. Maybe I'm just too hedonistic for a lot of people, or they feel that I am mistreating my loved ones. My suggestion is to just treat these trip reports as a window into my own thoughts and activities on the days mentioned. Any other conclusions that you may guess about my BF and BurBoy are not mine and may not reflect reality, unless you actually know these two and have talked to them. I'll get to the others later! These two were doozies .

Day 3: The Trouble with Hello is Goodbye It was close to 11 PM by the time we headed back to our condo. We were in good spirits, holding hands and laughing while we slow-walked our way through Silom’s streets. Some revelers were just starting their night right now, but we had other plans. We knew that we wont see each other in the flesh for another three months, so were going to make these last few hours count. Yes I know I could just ditch MonBoy and spend one more day with BurBoy tomorrow. But that was not the point of all this. I can’t get too sucked in to this life. It really wasn’t my life. I was just on vacation. If I spend too much time with BurBoy, my mind might believe that it was possible to have a life with him. I have a life back home. MonBoy is the perfect anti-BurBoy for now. We get to the room and BurBoy immediately makes his intentions known. We don’t even get the chance to close the door when BurBoy takes my face with both hands to give me a kiss. I manage to close the door before the door alarm started to beep. BurBoy throws me on the couch and he continues to make out with me. I like it when he takes charge. A few more minutes of this and I pull away and ask him if he wanted to shower. He lets out a full-throated “No!” so we continue on the business at hand. I take off his shirt to reveal his golden brown muscular torso. I let my hands take a tour on his upper body. I massage his back while he chews on my neck. He takes off my shirt and he sucks on my nipples. He then pushes my legs up in the air and grinds on my ass to dry hump me. We were still wearing shorts but this was hot. Seeing him dominate me was a new look for him, and it was like having sex with a different person. We eventually get our shorts and underwear off as we retire to the bedroom. In the bedroom I play the submissive. I take his cock to give him pleasure. I lie on the bed and urge him to continue putting his cock in my mouth. He kneels up on the bed and feeds me his cock, with his hands up on the bed frame. He seems to be enjoying fucking my face. I chuck wow myself while enjoying his muscular frame labor to thrust in and out. I do not deserve such beauty. He takes the condoms on the nightstand and wraps his cock with it. He then takes the lube to grease himself up. He then gets on the bed and with me still lying down, he puts a finger up my ass and greases me up. He puts my legs on his shoulders and slowly, but surely, puts his cock in. I was primed from last night so it was an easier time now. When he got the whole thing in, he leans down to kiss me. He thrusts in and out and he continues to kiss me. I chuck wow while he fucks me. I am enjoying this slightly. Maybe he is turning me into a bottom. After a while the sensation gets to me. I cum all over my chest. He pulls out to chuck wow on my face. I take it all. We take a shower afterwards and again he takes care of me by soaping me up and making sure my ass is clean. We dry up and put on underwear and plop back on the couch. We eat the last of the snacks and beers as we watch more movies. This is the ultimate boyfriend experience for both of us. We laugh and kiss and cuddle. At 1 AM we retire to the bed and cuddle some more. We wake up to the alarm at 8:30 AM. Since I was meeting up with MonBoy at 11 AM I wanted enough time with BurBoy to have breakfast and say goodbye. He yells the familiar: “Good morning!” while stretching on me. I ask him what he will do today. He said he hopes to get back to sleep after I leave, because there was a big concert at his restaurant tonight, and he will need all the energy he has. Concerts are always big tip nights for him, so he is motivated to go to work tonight. So the usual shower together was our next step. We fooled around a bit in the shower but nothing too intense. Sometimes being intimate is all that’s needed. We dry off and I pack my shit up in less than 5 minutes. We head out to get some quick breakfast and coffee to take back to the room. I had something planned in the waning moments of our time together and having it over food and coffee sounded good. We get on Soi 3 and choose to get some pastries at Home Bread, which was just next door. We have been waiting to try this out but never had a chance to. We choose from a variety of great looking (and smelling) options we had. A sampling from the internet: As per usual for me I choose one savory (a ham and cheese croissant) and a sweet (a pain de chocolat) pastry. BurBoy opts for the same (a mushroom and cheese bread and a cream filled éclair). We cross the street to get our favorite iced coffees for 35 baht each, and we head back to the room. This was much better that our usual McDonalds or even Foodland breakfasts. While we eat on the little dining room table in the condo, I take out my last birthday present for him. I had a 5 year old portable travel laptop (11-inch, 3rd Generation Intel processor, Windows 8 that I have not used for 2 years and was just sitting in my study for the longest time. Last week I revived it and wiped out all the files from it, and put in a fresh new OS and Microsoft applications and some games in it. I thought about giving my old laptop to BurBoy after he sent me this photos he took 2 weeks ago of his English class: He was learning how to type in a computer, in English. He was sort of dismayed with his words per minute typing rate, but of course I was proud of him having made this leap in the first place. He has not had a formal education and has been working all his life. For the cost of 800 baht for a 3-month English course, he is able to go to “school” part-time. It is cheap because it is part of the “Dear Burma Academy”, which is a school for Burmese migrant workers living in Bangkok <link>. I love that there is this program that is cheap enough for Burmese workers to take advantage of, and going by how BurBoy’s English has been improving weekly, it is also pretty good. So I wanted to give him this laptop so he can practice at home (as well as have a bigger screen to look at YouTube videos). I set it on the table and powered it up. I already made a login for him with a password that he could remember. I told him that I was giving this to him so he can put in his schoolwork in here. He refused at first, but I told him that this is all I could do to support him in his education. He hugs me and kisses me, and appreciated the gift. He fiddles around with it first and I guide him on the numerous desktop shortcuts I put for him. I reminded him that he can use his mobile phone’s internet to power the laptop, and after a few clicks we were able to connect and the laptop was his. As we finish our breakfast, he puts on YouTube, as I predicted, and he puts on a Myanmar music channel. As we finish our food and listen to the music, I think for a minute if I should just tell BurBoy that I was staying another day. No, It would be too suspicious. I knew he was looking forward to working the concert tonight. I seal the deal by LINEing MonBoy to tell him that I was going to be at the Crowne Plaza at 11 AM and to meet me there. No reply, he is probably still asleep. We wrap up breakfast and clean around the condo a little bit before our departure. Before we leave I say my boyfriend goodbyes by kissing him and hugging him tight. I wasn’t going to see him for three months so I wanted to make it count. Some tears in both our eyes but it was not as bad as an airport goodbye. We leave the condo unit and at the mailroom drop off the condo keycards. I WhatsApp the owner that I was leaving and thanked him for the stay. We get to Soi 3 and BurBoy was able to hail a taxi. He tells the driver that we were going to Suvanabhumi airport, with a stopover at the Lumpihini MRT station so that BurBoy can take it to Chatuchak station near his room. We hold hands and in 5 minutes it was BurBoy’s stop. He kisses me full-on in the lips and hurries out of the cab. A brisk goodbye was probably warranted for today. It gets harder and harder to say goodbye to him, but I have no choice. This was the kind of relationship that I wanted for him and me, and he is a willing participant. It’s still worth it. But there was no time to linger in this melancholy. I had to shift gears quickly. There was MonBoy to contend with. I look at my LINE and see a brief reply from MonBoy. He says he was fine and will see me at 11 at Crowne Plaza. I was a third of the way to Suvarnabhumi when I asked the taxi driver to turn around and take me to the Crowne Plaza instead. No use keeping up with the charade anymore. BurBoy was on his way back home to nap and be energized for work. The taxi driver agrees and exits the highway and enters it on the other side, back to Silom. In 15 minutes I was back, and back to the very familiar Crowne Plaza driveway. I get my usual greetings and check-in was even faster than two days ago. They give me a deluxe room this time, which was smaller than the suite but it was only going to be MonBoy and myself. I look at the time and it was 10:50 AM. It was almost time to receive MonBoy. I wait till 11:10 AM and look at my phone and don’t see anything from MonBoy. I text him with no reply. I call him and no answer. At 11:30 AM still nothing. What the hell was going on? I text samebb and ask him to give me MonBoy's cousin’s LINE. I text his cousin, who is also his roommate, to ask where was MonBoy. After 5 minutes he replies, with some greetings, and then a photo of MonBoy, fast asleep in the bed. I ask the cousin why was he sleeping? We had an appointment at 11 AM! The cousin apologizes and asks if he should wake MonBoy up. I tell him no. He has broken another promise. I tell the cousin I didn’t want to see MonBoy anymore. What happens next?

Just a quick thing about BurBoy and his improving English skills: when I met him on October 2015, his English was way worse than MonBoy's was last May. Since he is not a bar boy and has no way to practice and improve his English with anyone other than me (as well as the occasional farang friend), he enrolled in English classes this year. Since then half our conversations and video calls have been to practice his English. LINE sample from this morning: Sadly I am not there in person all the time to help him with this. But at least we have technology.

English! I certainly do not start talking like that the second I talk to a non-native speaker. At the start of the conversation (every conversation) I asses what the english level is and adjust accordingly. There is nothing condescending about striving for maximum intelligibility. Absolutely. Distilling sentences to strip off correct but complex syntax and complicated adjectives and adverbs etc, to a more basic form is key for new english speakers like MonBoy to help them understand what you are saying. While I would love to spend the time to teach MonBoy the intricacies of the English language for his benefit, my time with him is painfully short. That's why this simplification is justified. And really this shortcut I take would give us more time to do other, more sexy and fruitful things. I wouldn't say it is speaking in broken english - merely simplified english. Grammatically it is atrocious but it does get the point across really quickly. I'm not painting a broad brush here, as you probably would have guessed. College educated guys (including a former Dream Boy gogo boy who graduated college) and others who have had the time to hone their english-speaking skills don't need this modification, more or less (there's still some American idioms and Americanisms that most won't get of course). As spoon had said, it is the food street vendor, the new gogo boy etc who need this modification. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. The biggest cultural export of America - Movies and TV shows, have helped in aiding non-native speakers to at least have an ear for the language, and recognize the tone, accent and delivery. But again with MonBoy, who, grew up in a farm in Myanmar with no electricity (let alone TV), this is even a luxury he can't have. Jesus man, thanks for the compliment. I've had a lot of practice milking more things out of boys .

Depends on what you are looking for, of course. Here is a good start though: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/11041-has-anyone-stayed-in-hua-hin/

Day 2.6: HBD BurBoy (Sidenote: When did HBD become the shorthand for Happy Birthday in Thailand?) So with the Birthday sex (and the birthday nap and shower) out of the way, it was time to start BurBoy’s birthday celebration in earnest. I didn’t have anything specific planned, except for the gogoflorist flowers I got him a week ago, but I really wanted to give him whatever he wanted today. Shopping spree? My wallet is ready. Fast and Furious 7? My eyeballs are ready. Topping numazu? My hole is ready. So when I asked him what he wanted as a present for his birthday, I wasn’t surprised that he couldn’t come up with anything outright. Throughout our relationship, BurBoy has not asked for much, just for my time, which I don’t have in abundance. So I ask him what material things he wanted, and he couldn’t name anything. I had to badger him all week last week as to what a good present was for him. He finally came up with something: a pair of smart looking Supra sneakers that was very popular with the young ones these days. He picked the cheapest pair: $50. There were much more expensive choices. I asked him if he wanted other things. HE said no. So I order it from Amazon and carried it with me in my carry-on. And there was the matter of the shopping spree. I suggested that we go to Siam Paragon to get him Hi-So clothes and paraphernalia. He said Siam Paragon was only for farang and not for him. I suggested Terminal 21. No. Platinum? No. MBK? No. I gave up and asked him what he wanted to buy that he he needed anyway. He told me he has run out of protein powder. I bought him a big tub of it last January for 1800 baht. I must admit that I gladly make this purchase for him for selfish reasons. I buy it so that he can keep fit for me. So I gladly say yes to this request. He says we should go to Center One Shopping Plaza near the Victory monument for it, as well as get lunch and other things. So we wear our shirts and shorts and sneakers (I love that he dresses like me. There is no mismatch look like other boys). We head over to Chong Nonsi station BTS to ride it all the way the Victory Monument station. 20 minutes later we see this: I’ve never been to Center One Shopping Plaza, but upon entering I immediately thought that this was predominantly a local's mall. Not a lot of English-language signage and there was more clutter than usual scattered in random parts of the mall. The customers were mostly Thai as well, and minimal farang. BurBoy tells me we shall eat lunch at the food court. BurBoy asks me for 500 baht and he gives it to the cashier to load it to a food card. The food was cheap and mostly Thai and Chinese dishes. We both got rice dish each and some appetizers and drinks. It was cheap at 330 baht total. Probably why this is a locals favorite. I ask BurBoy if he wanted some birthday cake. He was really thoughtful in buying me a 900 baht birthday cake on my birthday over Songkran, so I wanted him to have something similar. He thought about it for a moment and said that we should have ice cream at Swensen’s, the ice cream shop that was popular in Thai malls. I see this ice cream chain all over the USA and I have not even thought of eating in one. Now I will try it for the first time, in a local mall in Bangkok. We order and this was the damage: I forgot how much everything was but it was definitely as much as our lunch. Finally, BurBoy leads me to a shop where they sold fitness products. He looks over the inventory and asks the shop girl what best to buy for what he was looking for. He also asks me for my opinion. We settle on a tub of whey protein that was 2000 baht. Happy birthday BurBoy: BurBoy then tells me that he wants to go home. I ask him if he wanted to go to see a movie. He says no, he just wants to relax with me at the condo. I ask him if he wanted to buy more things. He said no, he had everything he needed. Now, he says he just wants to “hug and kiss” me all day. If that’s what he wants, that’s what’s going to happen. The shopping spree apparently was not going to happen. We take the BTS back to Chong Nonsi. We stop by the 7-11 and get BurBoy and I more snacks for the stay in. We get home, and BurBoy turns on the TV to look for a suitable movie for us to see in this lazy afternoon. After tuning into a few channels he finds the movie “Starship Troopers,” a movie I’ve seen a number of times before. It was the perfect mindless movie for a lazy afternoon. While we watch the movie, BurBoy steals kisses once in a while. He holds my hand, puts his head on my lap, and asks questions about certain elements of the movie. The movie ends and another one begins. BurBoy gets up and gets some snacks and some juice for us to share. When we finish he goes back to put his head on my lap. It was after dark now: Now I fully understood what was happening, and why BurBoy chose this kind of day to spend his birthday. This was his version of the boyfriend experience, with me, his part-time boyfriend. We hardly had any time together to just be a couple. It’s usually me insisting on going here and there, to a bar at 10:30 PM, or to MBK to hoard the cheapest trinkets Bangkok can offer, or eat elaborate dinners at Mango Tree. This was enough for him, and for me, and this was much more satisfying. This is really where the relationships happens right? It happens in the moments in between the things you do together. It’s the quiet moments together, not really doing anything, that makes the relationship. If both of you enjoy these moments of nothing, then you can make anything work. And I wish it didn’t have to end. I wish I could stop the world from turning. This was going to end tomorrow, at least for this trip. What if this was my life everyday? Can I make it work? And I knew the answer even before the thought completed in my head. BurBoy was the angel that descended upon my hedonistic life here in Bangkok. Once in a while I needed to bask in his purity and innocence, and his kindness and love. I know I am not good for him, and I truly do not deserve him. I should just be content in the few moments we have together. Anything more would just spoil it, more for him than for me. While he watches the movie with his head on my lap, I put a hand through his hair, and then lean over to kiss him. Someday this will end. I don’t know how or when or who will pull the trigger. But it will. At 9 PM I ask BurBoy if he was hungry. He said he was but did not want to venture out too far from Silom. I look at my cellphone and see hundreds of texts from MonBoy, and some from my friend samebb. I reply to samebb to see what he was doing. He said that he was headed to Soi 4 and asked if we could join him. We agree on meeting at Balcony bar, as I remember samebb and the Lion eating there last night. I remind samebb to pretend that I did not see him last night, for BurBoy's benefit, and to act like this was the first time we are seeing each other this trip. I tell BurBoy what was going to happen and ask him if it was OK with him. He asks about samebb and I told him he has met him twice already, once in Janaury, and over Songkran. We freshen up and begin to head over to Soi 4. On the way I text MonBoy that I will meet him at 11 tomorrow. He replies with a lot of cutesie emojis and a few photos of him currently just enjoying his rare night off from Jupiter. I suddenly remember that Balcony pub is almost just across from Jupiter. What a mess it would be if MonBoy was there. BurBoy will instantly know what was up. We get to Soi 4 and see samebb on his usual perch on Balcony pub. We get greeted with warm hugs. BurBoy likes kissing my friends on the cheek, which was nice to see. We order some food, and I order some Thai rice dish and BurBoy orders a steak and fries. samebb remarks that its strange that the westerner is eating the Asian dish, and the Asian is eating the steak. Food is not Balcony pub’s strong suit, but thankfully we ordered strong drinks with our food. Overall it was a low-key but satisfying birthday celebration day with BurBoy. Amongst the laughter and conversation tonight, I become wistful and keep thinking again, what if this was my life? In Bangkok with BurBoy and friends. Will I be satisfied? I guess not. I look across to Jupiter and know that I will never be satisfied. I kiss BurBoy’s hand. We enjoy the rest of our night together. Next, from BurBoy to MonBoy.

I customize my english cadence, vocabulary and way of speaking for maximum intelligibility best suited for the person I am speaking to. MonBoy is a new gogo boy and his english is not so good. With BurBoy I have learned how to speak "Myanmar english" for maximum intelligibility, and I used this to great success with MonBoy. I can insist on speaking with BurBoy in my natural accent and way of speaking, but that will end up in a lot of confusion and repeats. BurBoy's english has vastly improved with hanging out with me and with his english lessons he is currently taking, and I adjust accordingly to his new skill level. I was in Mexico last week and if I spoke in my normal way it would be strange to them as well. When I was in the Philippines, where English is very prevalent, my normal way is also sometimes heard with confusion.

Apps vs Bars I use the gay apps all the time. Here at home and to other countries I visit. But they usually don't have what Bangkok has in abundance: gogo bars. When on the apps I usually don't pay for sex. The gogos in Bangkok obviously I have to pay, but it is part of the "entertainment" cost I incur when I am in Bangkok. As you can probably guess I try to get as much entertainment value as I can from the offs. In my earlier Bangkok trips I have used the apps quite a bit, and have had some success with it. I have talked about meeting some good free ones (and one bad one) in this trip report. As samebb has said, the quality is mixed. Now that I have my pseudo-Grindr boy BurBoy, I have no need to find anyone else. I'll just stick to gogos to "supplement" my boy fix every holiday. Thanks man for being the Ultimate Wingman™. Hopefully I don't look all crazy to you when we hangout. Its one thing to read about it, but its another to actually see it. Christian yes, we have full on conversations at Hot Male bar and Soi 4. We all had a lovely time catching up over last Songkran in Hot Male and there was 6 of us talking. I was also able to get to get to talk to samebb's companion The Lion at Soi 4, and he was Thai with this non-native english speaker skills. The lights are part of the ambiance, and smoking is just a fact of life there. Maybe bars are just not for you? It is definitely not for everyone. Couldn't have said it any better. So this is I guess one advantage of getting a boy from Grindr over the bars. The bar boys will talk about you of course, maybe this is to our benefit in the end. I talked about my week just hanging out at Boyzboyzboyz, offing one boy per night. By the fifth boy, I already got a boy fully briefed on what to say to me to get me, what to charge me, and in bed, what to do to please me. I've heard that at Dream Boy they even talk about certain customers who frequent the bar, as to how to approach them etc. BurBoy is not a bar boy, as vinapu has said. His place of work is not in Silom, and he lives far far away in Chatuchak/Don Meaung area, with a roommate who is also not a gogo, and his friends are not gogos as well. It could be possible that he can run into these Burmese boys at some point (maybe in Fake club as he loves this club), but the probability of them talking about me is minuscule. So there is no danger in a gogo boy blabbing to BurBoy about me. It hasn't happened yet, thank god.

Day 2.3: Angel of the Morning Meeting BurBoy was probably both the best and the worst thing that has happened to me in my Bangkok life. He’s been the best because he embodies what Bangkok has been for me: beautiful, exotic, and fun to spend time with. But he is the worst because he is the antithesis of what a Bangkok butterfly strives for: having the freedom to fuck as many nubile bodies as one physically can. The last thing I need is to have a Bangkok boyfriend who keeps me in check and forbids me to see any other boy. So I am constantly torn between wanting to be with him and wanting to be a butterfly. He is essentially my mistress, and now I constantly want to cheat on my mistress as well . But I am blessed with a life not full of any of this ridiculous complexity back home, so I’d gladly take this on a few times in a year. This is the very definition of a first world problem. So here again I find myself torn between the need to butterfly and the need to be with THE ONE, or at least the one for Bangkok. I was just done changing my departure date from tomorrow, to the next day for another boy. I race from the corner of Silom Rd and Narathivasrajchanakarin Rd and head to Silom Soi 3 where the Klass Condo building was. I began to sweat, and the strong aircon from the Thai Airways office was a stark contrast to the hot and humid conditions outside. I get to Silom Soi 3 and go to the closest 7-11 to get waters and snacks for the condo. BurBoy has started texting me an hour ago, telling me what he was doing and where he was and he was on his way to the condo. He usually meets me at Suvarnabhumi airport because he likes to see me as many hours as possible, and also helping out with the taxi language (Thai), carrying my roller bag (I don’t need help but he wants to), and even providing with me with internet for the usual 30-45 minutes ride to Silom, if I didn’t have enough money in my Thai SIM. I was able to convince him to just meet me in Silom this trip, because in reality his room was all the way out there, near Don Meaung airport, and it takes him forever to get to smampy. I get to the room and assess my preparation for BurBoy’s arrival. I put all my dirty clothes from my backpack to my roller bag and put my laptop back in my backpack. The rest of the room was untouched: sheets were still clean; towels unsoiled and folded, toiletries unused. I go to the bathroom and take off my shirt and check for any hickeys and love marks that the Korean and MonBoy may have left. I think I was safe. I put my shirt back on and sit on the comfy couch and take a breath. Yes, this was all ridiculous, and I would never do this in my “real” life, but this is what Bangkok does to some people. I get a LINE from BurBoy telling me that he was stepping off the Chong Nonsi BTS and headed over to the condo. I suddenly get jitters in the pit of my stomach. After knowing him almost two years, he still excites me. Probably because I don’t see him often enough. Or because I feel guilty getting two boys last night. The truth is: it really is because I love him. My main reason for flying here is for him, even if it seems I wanted to be a butterfly as well. He calls me on the phone to tell me he is down at the lobby. I come fetch him and I already see him waiting at the glass doors, with a big smile on his face. That killer smile. I open the door and he rushes to kiss and hug me. He was sweaty, and warm to the touch. He was happy to see me. We get up to the elevator and to the room. He immediately takes off his shirt and hangs the shirt to dry off. He has been working out for sure. More defined chest and abs. He still looks younger than his now 24 years old, and his boyish register asks me how was my flight. “Good na!” I tell him. I explain how much shorter the flight was from Manila to here than it was from my home. I ask him how his birthday was last week. He whips out his phone to show me all the photos he took of his celebration exactly a week ago. It was done in his restaurant, after closing time, and in attendance was most of his coworkers and friends. Lots of alcohol, some food, and lots of fun. I apologized for not being able to make it. “No good boyfriend na” he jokes before laughing, and then kissing me. On his birthday last week I sent over a bouquet of flowers, chocolate and a stuffed bear to him. I used the website gogoflorist.com and picked the 6 Roses Gift Pack (Best Seller) that was for $94.99. It was a small price to pay for not being there on his birthday. I researched the website and I’ve seen good reviews for it. I took a chance and ordered it the day before BurBoy’s birthday. The website asked me for BurBoy’s name, phone number and address. I put in the address of his restaurant, and types in the website to deliver it after 4 PM so he is at work. I didn’t realize till after that I ordered that I put in the order the day before his birthday U.S. time, but in actuality it was ordered at 1 AM Bangkok time the day of his birthday. It didn’t matter. At 9 AM Bangkok time I received an email confirming that they received the order and will be delivering it soon, and will keep me informed of the delivery. I then get an email at 1:30 PM Bangkok time to tell me they have successfully delivered the package, and 5 minutes later they emailed me a photo of BurBoy, carrying the bouquet of flowers, chocolates and toys, in his muscular arms. They actually delivered it at his gym, where BurBoy was at 12 noon Bangkok time. These guys are real pros. Worth every penny I spent. And what made it even worth were the LINE messages I got from BurBoy. He sent me a ton of thank yous, and then a ton of photos. And then a video message thanking me for the present. So all of these emails and text messages and photos were waiting for me when I woke up in the USA some few hours after all this happened. I was so glad it all worked out. Some photos sent: So now, being here with BurBoy, was my chance to celebrate his (belated) birthday with him. I ask him what he wanted to do. He immediately tells me: “Up to you.” That answer is of course unacceptable. I wanted him to enjoy his one-day birthday celebration with me. I was willing to open up my wallet to get him anything he wanted. I was ready to go to the cinema to see his favorite mindless American action movie with him. I was ready to buy him a nice birthday dinner. I ask him again: “What you want do now for your birthday?” He tells me: “I want sleep with you now.” I laugh. OK fine, we shall sleep? Maybe have sex? We go to the bedroom. I pull down the shades, turn on the aircon, and makes sure the surroundings were conducive for sex and sleep. BurBoy goes to me and peels off my shirt and my shorts off my body. BurBoy takes off his shorts as well. We get under the covers. He wraps his body around me, and gives ma a kiss and says “Sleep na!” Wow, he wasn’t kidding, he literally wanted to sleep with me. I reach for my phone to set the alarm to two hours later. I didn’t want to oversleep. I did not get much sleep last night, because I was busy admiring MonBoy, so I was thankful that BurBoy wanted to rest, but I wanted to be awake for most of the day for Burboy, because my time with him was short. It is always short, but it was even shorter this trip. I put in my earplugs, and we were both out for two hours. Alarm clock wakes both of us up. We both slept for the full two hours solid. I felt refreshed. I feel a sticky interface of sweat that has formed where my and BurBoy’s skin were in contact the whole time. I look at BurBoy and he is rubbing his eyes. “Good morning!” he says, just like MonBoy said only hours before. His well-muscled arm reached over to look at my phone for the time. It was 1:30 PM, so there was plenty of time to do stuff around Bangkok. He had other ideas though. He starts by kissing me. No regard for sleep breath of anything. I reach down to his groin to feel his already hard cock. He feels for mine as well. He stops kissing me to head down to my cock to suck it. I did miss this, especially coming from him. He loves the deep throat. He gets my dick really wet. His spit flow to my balls. He takes the wetness and distributes it down there. He takes a finger to my ass and plays with it. I told him before that part of his birthday celebration with me is that I will bottom for him. I guess he is angling to have it now. He plays with my ass some more before asking me “Can?” I tell him he could. So he goes to the living room and gets my toiletry bag to get the condoms and lube. He knows where everything of mine is by now. He emerges and unwraps the condom and puts it on his raging hard-on. It was hot seeing him in this role for a change. He had a respectable sized cock, not monster size like MonBoy, thank goodness. He lubes himself really well, and applies some lube in me by putting a well-greased finger in. He lies down on the bed and sticks his cock up for me to sit on. He knows I do not bottom much, so this is a good way for me to control how much I could take in, and in the speed in which I could take it without having too much pain. So unfamiliarly I hop on him and start sliding down his pole. It was painful as fuck, but I took my time and millimeter-by-millimeter took his cock in. BurBoy was able to help me by stroking my cock and pinching a nipple to create sensation elsewhere. Eventually I was able to take it all in, and then lifted myself up and down slowly at first to get used to it, then faster as I got comfortable. I was sweating like crazy. After a while he thrusted his hips into and out of me. After a while I pull him up to me so that I can take him laying down. I lay on my side and he was able to keep his cock in me. He started thrusting in and out of me and got into a groove. I wasn’t exactly enjoying It but it was not painful anymore. I can see him and his defined torso moving to the groove, his muscles tensing with every thrust, his handsome face displaying a sense of calm determination, and his hair flopping back and forth. It was hot, it was sexy, I wished I could film this beauty at work during this act. Pretty soon he shot inside me and filled the condom. He pulled out very gently and slowly. He takes off the condom and shows me his handiwork. “Many na!” he says proudly. He dispatches of the condom and comes back to pull me up and take me to the shower. And as he has done many times before, he soaps me up, and cleans my sore rear as well. While he does it he is smiling, pretty content with what he was able to have me do for him. Happy birthday to you, BurBoy. I’m glad I could give you what you wanted most in the world. Next, more Birthday Celeb stuff.

I have photos of my friends in my phone. I have photos of my BF, nude and otherwise, in my phone. I have photos of food in my phone. I have a lifetime of memories in my phone. I have an Instagram full of memories as well. On the contrary, keeping these photos (nudes, landscapes, friends, family) means they are not all irrelevant to me at all. I keep them all with me wherever I go. I show the boys the photos when I take them. They are taken with their full consent. So no privacy is disregarded. I sometimes take photos of free boys I hook up with as well, so it is not a payment thing. I don't know. It just might be a generational thing all this photo collecting in phones and social media. Or we are just different people.

Hehe. Thanks faranglaw for the question. The relationship is not in trouble (anymore). The episode last Songkran gave us more clarity of what the expectations should be in the relationship. All I can say is that the relationship is as strong as ever. I am a believer that one can love, and be in love, with more than one person. Mark311088 always tells me that I am greedy. And that is true. I want to be in love all the time. I am lucky that I have a BF that allows me to do this. I guess he just loves me that much. And that's true love. Having said that, I'd like to clarify that BurBoy is A love of my life. My BF is still THE love of my life. And I am not just saying this because he is reading this. It's true. I always laugh when I get this kind of reply or through a PM. I thought about writing a book about Bangkok, not about boys per se, but I actually like my job at the moment so have no time to make that reality. That probably takes so much more effort that just me recounting my holiday. Screenplay though, that would be interesting. I agree! It is too long! But this is how my mind works. It's long or it's nothing at all. Hard to cut down on words if I am just doing this for free and without an editor. Thanks guys. The journey is as important as the destination. I think when I ramble on about the many meanderings of my holiday, just to get the perfect boy, It makes the payoff so much more sweet. It does seem like you guys are following me all through Silom. Glad some of you are still following me. paulsf knows how much I travel, and he knows that it is so easy to finish this trip report without me actually stepping out of the airport or airplane. Between waiting in airport lounges and setting my laptop on tray tables, I was able to write all of this on travel. And this is the unfair part. Whenever I meet a forum member in Bangkok, they know everything about me, and I do not know anything about them. When they meet BurBoy they already treat him like a friend, and know how awesome he is. Though this does save me time in introducing myself. I'll keep replying to you guys as I have time, whether here or in your PMs. Apologies if I haven't replied to you yet.

I like taking the boy's photos, whether it be fully-clothed or nude. I never seek it out, and never ask the boy before offing him if I can take some photos. Invariably it just happens, but I let it play out naturally. Worse case is I just get a photo of him at the end of the off fully-clothed or just shirtless, and some with me in the photo. Best case is its a full-on photo-shoot. Photos of dick, ass, fully body nude. I never pay extra for the photos. Worse case and best case happened in the same trip for me (the Korean and MonBoy, see my latest trip report). For me its not just having nude photos in my phone per se. It's the memories attached to the specific boy whenever I scroll through my iPhone photo library is why I take the photos. I get reminded of the time I offed the boy, how they smelled, what we did, and how good/bad he was etc. Its like all the other photos (nude or regular) that I have on my phone. The beautiful sunset I took while camping in Yosemite instills in me the same longing as a nice juicy shot of a cock attached to a handsome smiling boy. I'm a fan of looking back, as much as looking forward to the future, and I like that some of my memories are just in my pocket, ready to be conjured on-demand.