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Looks like 100% of worry is on you. You worry about others on here on why they love doing a certain thing that you don't get. Most of us here do just fine with long time, and sometimes actually prefer it over short time. Some points: 1. firecat69 is right. If there was a rash of beatings or robberies that happen over long time, it would be all over the news. Thailand prides itself of being a relatively safe tourist haven, and wants to keep this reputation intact. You better believe if any sex worker does this, he or she will be tarred and feathered by his or her bar and the police, when all is said and done. 2. There is security in hotels that can prevent such things from happening. Security usually asks for the boy to leave his ID when he accompanies you to your room. He can't get his ID back without security checking up on you first. However, I've used AirBNB for the past year now, with no security to speak of, and i'm still alive, with all my money and belongings intact. And have had the best sex I've ever had that spans days, not mere hours. 3. Why does it matter if the boy sees you putting stuff in the safe? If you're worried about even this small thing, then you take risk aversion to a whole new level. CLEARLY long time is not for you. I'm surprised any-length-of time ever works for you. Most of these boys are pros, and have seen it all. I think there are more things he will be uncomfortable with (like having sex with someone he is not attracted to), than just seeing you putting your valuables in a safe. 4. Being a light sleep is a legit concern of course. Having a good night sleep whilst on holiday is important, sometimes even more so than getting good sex. BUT, I do enjoy these things: cuddling at night, being woken up with sex, having late night conversations in bed, waking up to someone beautiful, admiring a fit body all night. The list goes on. Definitely trumps the snoring thing. I have earplugs for that. But then again I am not a light sleeper. Your mileage may vary. 5. Some of us enjoy the full "Boyfriend Experience" and not content with short time. We like wining and dining, sitting and sharing conversation, knowing the boy's story. We like a full night, and some dessert in the morning. We like experienceing a strange city with a local who knows where to go, and then fucking them afterwards. Sometimes if the boy knows more about you, and has put in the time to understand your quirks and preferences, then the sex may become better. Some don't like to do all of this and just want the sex part. That is perfectly fine. To each his own. In summary: worry about what you want to worry about. The rest of us will do the same. Enjoy Thailand the way you want to. We definitely do.

Day 89 to 95: Los Tres Hombres (A.K.A. My Mexican Boy Distractions) One has to fill the time between Thailand trips of course. Not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to be in Thailand all the time. If you’re like me though, the search never stops, even if I am in my home country. Sure, the search for boys slows down when I am with my BF, but in the few times I have alone time, or on work travel around the country, I take every chance I get to look for distractions. When I do have the time, I fire up Grindr (my gay app of choice when in the US), and check it out from time to time. Hombre Numero Uno: The American Boy I usually have some random conversations with boys and men on Grindr when I check it out, wherever I am. I am not always on there for sex. Sometimes I just open the app to see what choices one has in the area I am in, or if I am in a gay bar, how many boys are 0 feet away from me. Ninety percent of the time I am on Grindr, usually I am just bored, and a few flirty sentences with profiles with cute photos sometimes is all I need on most days. I’ve been talking to this 20-year-old latino boy, who lived close to my home, for about 3 months now, off and on. Our first conversation was great, lengthy and interesting, but the subsequent ones stretched out to 3 months. When I reply, he is usually not online, and when he replies I am not online, so this game of Grindr tag has stretched out for that long . But there was a reason I keep replying to him: he was very cute, looking foxy in his glasses in his profile pic. His profile says he was 5’10 (taller than me), 145 pounds (probably a Twink), and versatile (I keep thinking of the possibilities). he had a witty line in his profile, suggesting that he is not all just looking for sex, but also possibly some conversation and friendship. This week I had time alone at my home, so I decide to ratchet the conversation up and catch the boy when he was online to talk to him in real time. I do catch him and as luck would have it, he was free tonight. After we ask a few exploratory questions to each other, we decide to meet. Apparently he lives at the apartment complex just a block over, so meeting was very convenient. Later that night he confirms he was coming over but had to wait till his roommate was home, for some reason. One disadvantage was he wasn't of age to drink (21 is the drinking age in the US), so we had to meet sober. Which is fine by me but alcohol sure helps with the first few awkward moments of meeting someone for the first time. He makes it to my place, and first impressions can be deceiving. He was wearing a blousy sweater and skinny jeans, both popular with the youngsters. His hair was long and shaggy, and he was wearing nerdy glasses. He enters my living room and gives me a warm hug. He smiles wide and we nervously make our first small talk. What happens next was a little bit surprising. We actually have a good and interesting discussion about a variety of topics for a good hour and a half. Maybe I misjudged his intellect because of how young he is, but he was able to pique my interest long enough that I did not think about having sex with him just yet. He is a college boy who was fairly introspective and very inquisitive. His flow of conversation perfectly matched mine, and we got each other's senses of humor right away which made our talks even better. Like a lot of people his age, he smokes a lot of weed, and once in a while does other drugs recreationally. And he is also uninterested in attending classes at school at the moment, and prefers to just smoking weed and hanging out with friends. He says this in a none-entitled brat kind of way. I kind of get what he was saying. School is not for everyone, and it does not click for everyone until later on. I did tell him that at some point he will have to get serious with his studies and graduate. He gets it and tells me he does need to step up pretty soon. All this talking and banter was very fulfilling up to this point. We get to talk about the glasses he was wearing. He takes them off and asks me if I preferred his look without glasses. I get to see his whole face without the nerdy glasses. I told him he looked so much younger without glasses. I admire his big and wide eyes for a moment. The slight change in his looks made all the difference with me. A familiar feeling went through me. He noticed it and placed his hands on my face to kiss me. We found what we both wanted. We kissed and kissed and kissed. I put my arms around his tiny waist and felt his stomach. He had the classic young person’s lean frame. I feel his abs, his arched back, his unperfumed scent. He asks where the bedroom was so I lead him to it. We kiss some more and then proceed to take our clothes off. Some sucking, lots of body contact, and plenty of kissing. I admire his naked body: lean and enticing. He was the very definition of twink, and the shaggy hair added to his youthfulness. His cock is thin, but long, and uncut like his Mexican brothers. It’s the eyes though, big, light brown and full of promise, that gets me. After the deed I tell him the truth about my relationship status. He was cool with it, and told me he wont say anything about our meeting to anyone. I tell him I appreciate it, and told him that my BF knows about my activities. Before he leaves he goes to our kitchen and opens the refrigerator and looks inside. He then takes a beer from one of the shelves and asks for a bottle opener. I open the beer for him. He kisses me and thanks me for the fun and the beer. I have committed a misdemeanor by giving alcohol to a 20 year old. I think I’ll be fine. Hombre Numero Dos: The Party Boy I am flying to Mexico City today. It’s Friday, and I still have to go through a full work day, before my flight tonight. This is the beauty of flying to a destination that is less than 3 hours away: one can just leave a little early from work and still get there in time to get the party started. I am going to Mexico City for a work trip next week for a few days, but I decided to fly into the city a few days earlier for the weekend to see how much trouble I can get into. In preparation for my trip to Mexico City, I decided to turn on the Fake GPS app on my android device, and put my location in the area around Le Meridien hotel on the main Reforma thouroughfare. I had Grindr, PlanetRomeo, Jackd, and Hornet, open for this exercise. I wasn’t sure what app I could catch the most boys with in Mexico, so I played the odds and chose almost all of them. I had some interesting hits in almost all of them, but I got the most success on Jackd and Grindr. There was a good mix of free boys just wanting to meet a tourist for friends and/or fun, but there were also some moneyboys who offered their services. I got into some fairly interesting conversations with a bunch of free boys who were my type (early to mid 20s, fit, boyish to handsome looks), but one stood out of all the boys. He was 23, white Mexican, had a striking nose and pretty eyes, and was on the line straddling twink-dom and a lean jock physique. But the number one feature that made him stood out for me was his height. He was 6’2 (188 cm), which was fairly tall for a Mexican guy. His English was very good, as he was a college graduate who has started to work an office job a few months ago. On Jack'd we exchanged more photos, and with conversations turning to some steamy back and forths about our sexual preferences, we decided to take a step further and talk on one of Mexico’s preferred messaging apps: WhatsApp. Throughout the week we would constantly talk when we could at work and after work. I told him my flight to Mexico City was landing Friday night at 9 PM. He offered to meet me at the airport. He didn’t have a car but he could help me get to my hotel. I told him he did not need to do that, but he was insistent. He said he can speak Spanish to the taxi driver so I could get to my destination faster. He also told me he was attending the birthday party of his best friend that night, and if I was OK with it, we both could attend the party together. He said the nightclub (Rhodesia) was close to my hotel. I looked at the reviews of the club online and it looks like it checks out. I admit, this might be a very risky meeting. I am going with a 23 year old who I will be meeting for the first time, to a club that I haven’t been to, in a city known for its crime and unsafe streets. But I feel that the biggest factor to the success of my trips has been my willingness to say yes to everything thats sees fun to me. Sometimes I am rewarded with meeting an amazing guy who took me to his apartment on the back of his motorbike in Mandalay, others times it meant me getting so drunk I punched a ladyboy coming onto me in Pattaya. I felt that I have done my due diligence in sussing out this boy, with the weeklong conversation we’ve been having, checking out the venue online, as well as trusting my gut instinct. So the day of my Mexico City trip came. I didn’t get much sleep the night before. I was probably anxious with the trip coming ahead. The workday was stressful and unnecessarily busy. By the time I got on my flight, I was tired and dreading having to meet a total stranger when I landed. I get there in no time at all, and no jetlag to get over. Advantage: Mexico. There was a labyrinthine path that you have to take to get through immigration and customs, and there was a shortage of forms as well. Advantage: Thailand. I got through customs and heading out, I see a crowd of Mexicans waiting for their loved ones exit the secure area. I immediately see a guy taller than everyone else there, his handsome face hovering over everyone in the crowd, his pale white skin a contrast to the brown skin most of the people had. He sees me right away from his vantage point, and smiles and waves, as if he thought I did not see him right away. What a cute smile. Advantage: Mexico. So much Mexico. He shakes my hand to welcome me. “Welcome to Mexico City” he says, in a deep voice. He had a tall person’s voice. We ask each other how the other was doing. He asks me about my flight, I ask him about his work today. He looked so fresh faced and energetic, even if he worked a full day today. I, on the other hand, looked like shit. The disadvantages of being 12 years older than a 23 year old. He points to the direction where the taxis were. We get there and there was a huge line for the taxi. He tells me we need to prepay for the authorized taxis (240 pesos, about $12). We wait in line like the others. There was a cool breeze in Mexico City tonight. Spring was still in the air. Everyone was in jackets including me. We finally get a taxi and my luggage gets loaded in the trunk. Party Boy tells the driver the destination, in Spanish of course. He remembered that my hotel was the Le Meridien. Not a lot of traffic in the 25 minutes we spent getting to the hotel. On the way we talked about our own lives. I told him about where I grew up, about my family, and my work. He told me about his job (banking), his network of friends in the city, and growing up in Mexico City. I told him I was flying to Bangkok for Songkran in two weeks. He got excited about knowing this. He said it was his dream to go to Bangkok. I told him about my many Bangkok adventures. He clung on to every word. We get to my hotel. Check-in was easy and painless. We get to the room and we hug for the first time. The hug is reminiscent of hugging my BF, in that hugging a tall person meant burying my face on their chest. The Le Meridien Mexico city is an all-suite hotel, so we rested on the couch in the living room area and made out there for a while. It got to a point where we had to shower. We did and then retired to the bedroom. He checks a lot of boxes for me: lean muscular body, great ass, and as passionate as one would expect a Mexican would be. I got a hickie in 4 areas of my chest after all that. We freshen up and I put on some nice pants, a shirt and my sweater for his best friend’s party. It was quite a walk to the Condesa district so I decided to use Uber to get there. I wanted to test Uber out, and I thought testing it with a local made it safe to try if something bad happened. I’m glad to report that the car was a nice sedan and a nice newer model. We got to the club in 15 minutes and it only cost us 55 pesos ($3). I gave the driver a 20 peso tip and we headed into the trendy bar. We meet his friends who were already having a good time with drinks. His friends were fun and spoke to me in passable to excellent English when they could. I was older than everyone else but I didn’t feel out of place. I tested my puny Spanish with him and his friends and they appreciated the effort. He was impressed that I could speak some Spanish, but he made fun of my weird Spanish word pronunciation. He would compliment me by telling me I was handsome, but he would make fun of the 12-year age difference. I played along, getting his sense of humor. Club Rhodesia is pretty cool. They played dance and electronica mostly and the crowd was pretty attractive and young for the most part. The drinks, I was told, was double or triple what you would expect in less trendy bars in the city. But it was a special occasion, and this place was the place to be tonight, so all Party Boy’s friends were there for the birthday celebration. After three drinks each, Party Boy tells everyone that we were leaving. Lots of pecks on the cheek, some hugs, and we were out of there. As we leave I ask him why we are leaving so early. He said three drinks is enough. He said he would rather spend more time with me (a visitor) alone than with friends he sees everyday. I was kind of flattered by that. Outside it was kind of too cold to walk comfortably back to the hotel. We decide to hail a cab back to the hotel. 60 pesos later we get dropped off at the front of the hotel. He points to a street food stand nearby and we had some street tacos, which was so yummy and hit the spot. We get back to the room and sure enough we don’t skip a beat. Rest assured we did not get much sleep that night. I will see this guy again Sunday. Hombre Numero Tres: The Working Boy During my Fake GPS exercise, I also attracted a fair amount of money boys initiating contact with me to offer their services, on all the apps. I would say about 40% of the messages I received were from working boys. The overwhelming majority of them were from muscular hunks. You know the type: big muscles, insane abs, giant ass, large cock. About 60% were from Mexicans, but I got interesting messages from Venezuelans, Colombians, Uruguayans, and Brazilians. I guess this is their version of Khmers, Burmese, Lao and Viets. Their rates wildly varied as well. Short time (one hour) rates ranged from $50 to $250. The more expensive ones had serviceable English and were drop dead gorgeous, and the cheaper ones, mostly from non-Mexicans or more average to decent lookers, only spoke Spanish. Even if I got a fair amount of play from free boys who were my type, I was still very much interested with the paid sex scene in Mexico. The same reasons I have for going to Bangkok year after year to check out the gogo bar scene, is feeding my fascination with Mexico. I’ve said before that Thailand is still the top destination for sex tourists, with its ease of accessibility to newbies and shallow learning curve. Mexico still has significant barriers for it to be a top sex tourist destination: the worrying crime rate, the many unsafe parts of its towns and cities (to tourists and even to some locals), and no traditional male brothels like Thailand. But I feel that once you get the hang of it (and I feel that I am at the cusp of this), the rewards are numerous and addicting. So out of all the money boys I’ve talked to, one money boy stuck with me. I found him on Jackd, like Party Boy before. He was 24 years old. He was pretty liberal in sending me photos. His photos were professionally taken, as if it was part of his portfolio for an escort agency. I discover later that it was exactly that. About 5’8, not overly muscular but had well developed pecs, arms and washboard abs. He was, as the others I have been attracted to, was white Hispanic. I guess I have a type of Mexicans I go for now. And like the others, he had that striking large Mayan nose. And of course, a given with these boys already, he had a giant ass and a thick, veiny, beautiful, large uncut cock. His face and body was made for enjoying and making animal sex to. His English is not very good, and I knew that at times he used a translator to formulate his replies to me, judging by the stilted grammar. But he tried, and persevered, eager to make a sale, and perhaps feed into his curiosity of getting an Asian customer to take him. We made a date to meet sometime Saturday afternoon, and I wanted him to spend a night in my hotel room. He quotes me a long-time rate of $150, which was on the high side of Bangkok long times, but I am eager to try for research's sake (and filling a night alone in Mexico city). After spending all that time with Party Boy I was tempted to just take a break and get some sleep that Saturday. But instead I told Working Boy on Whatsapp that I will be meeting him at 6 PM, so that I can rest for a little bit and recharge. 5 PM comes and I take a shower and tidy up before he gets here. I put all my valuables in the room safe, just in case. At 6:10 he messages me on WhatsApp and tells me he is walking up to the hotel. I rush down and hang out in the small round about in the front of the hotel to meet him. I see a muscular guy in a denim jacket and trendy kicks walking towards me. I usher him to the hotel. Security didn’t seem to mind that I had company. We get up to the room and we both sit on the couch. I offer him a beer and he gladly says yes. I went to Oxxo, Mexico’s version of 7-11, that was a few blocks over, and got a few cans for the company I was expecting. We talk for a little bit, as I wanted to get a feel for his personality. He seemed shy and soft-spoken at first, but after a few beers he got more comfortable. His English was not as bad as I thought, but I had to use my Spanish once in a while, or google translate, or had to grammatically simplify my answers so we can talk. Nevertheless, the visuals were great. He was really a looker, and better looking than his photos. I couldn’t wait to try the merchandise. I found out that he has a wife and a kid, who they had when they were teenagers. He didn’t go to school so being a money boy was his best chance to get a decent amount of money to earn a living for his family. He insisted we shower together, which was a nice surprise. He kissed me very deeply in the shower. And then deeply in the room. And deeply all throughout. Mexicans really are very outwardly passionate creatures. Even if he was straight, he sure could have fooled me by the way he made love. He did everything I asked him, including bottoming. I tried to bottom for him but he was simply too big for me. But the fun was in the trying, and I definitely tried my best to get to know him physically as much as I possibly could. He stayed the night, and I had nothing to worry about in terms of safety. In the morning we have breakfast together at the hotel breakfast buffet. I partake of him one last time before he had to go home. I give him two crisp bills of $100 and $50 each. He hugs me again and gets a deep kiss in before he left the room. I check all my belongings just to be sure and everything was intact. And sure enough, everything was, and I had nothing to worry about. -------- Hooking up with these boys in a span of 7 days had me thinking about how similar they were to each other. They were all of Mexican heritage, in their early 20s, and were very passionate lovers. They all had classic Mexican looks with their big Aztec noses and white Hispanic skin. And all three had impressive uncut cocks. But the similarities end there. American Boy was the classic college slacker who hated going to school and who smoked too much weed. Working Boy is working hard to support his family that he started too early, to the point of having to prostitute himself. Party Boy was in the middle: he seemed to not be afflicted with a sense of entitlement, and he did not have to work too hard to get out of poverty. He was making the most of his youth, and to me he was the luckiest of all the three. Since these three boys were all Mexican in heritage, my mind thinks about the nature of fate, and wonders if the boys switched lives with each another, will their lives end up being the same? Would American Boy still be a slacker if he was born in Mexico and mired in poverty? Will Working Boy prosper in school if he was given the chance? Will Party Boy reach new heights if he was born in the U.S., or will he be afflicted with the same sense of entitlement? These are the things that go through my head, whenever I pay a visit to the wonderful World of Beautiful Boys.

OK good its same same na. Let me know if you're around that week! Very nice! I guess we will might bump into each other at the wet street madness and at GCircuit. I will not be a free agent and will probably be with BurBoy, if he is still talking-to me once I tell him my intentions for our relationship. I choose the Boy pool party every year. Is the bear pool party better in your opinion? Any other tips or more stories on how to celebrate Songkran?

Haha yes, thank you for reminding me about the ice water. It is a shock to the skin when it hits you, but you get used to it and I even managed to get some ice put in my water tank for my water gun as well. Thanks for the tip about going to Soi Tantawan on Songkran. I'll check that out next time. So many hot boys that time of year. LOL. Thanks for the laugh faranglaw. The whole saga over the photos is ridiculous. What to do when you want to share a photo of a scene on a Soi known for prostitution? The unbridled joy in the faces of these handsome boys, while they were enjoying Songkran, was a sight to behold, so that's why I took the photo. Blurring their faces, however, gives the photo an entirely different (creepy) aura. You are right. It is ridiculous.

Haha. Well Songkran is clearly not for everyone. I've had a lot of fun over the past two Songkrans I've spent in Bangkok. I was able to enjoy it in Pattaya as well in 2015. And I was able to drag my friends and BF to the one last year and we all had an amazing time. And we've made quite a few friends from around the world who came here just for Songkran. Some even still had the water guns they have bought from previous years, to take with them every year. I guess the adage "One man's trash is another man's treasure" still rings true. Last Songkran we (BF and other Farang friends) went for dinner at 9 PM at one of the Sky Bar restaurants, and on our way we were all doused with water and were soaking wet by the time we got to our restaurant. The staff of course expected this, and had some towels for us to dry ourselves before we sat down. We weren't mad that we got wet, and it was a funny story to tell our other friends after that. By dessert we were all dry and ready to continue with drinks at the SkyBar part of the restaurant. I find it fun and cool that this part of the world has this tradition every year. Whenever I show my photos to my coworkers and friends, they always say how fun it all looks. And it is fun, and that's why I have gone the past two years, and why I will be there for the 2017 edition.

OMG guys are you serious. I would love to post about Mexico. However I know it is not appropriate on this forum. I think it would just be really (super duper) odd if I had a Mexico trip report on a website called GayThailand.com. Which is too bad because I will be there in a couple of days. not for a holiday per se, but still. The problem is that the section that gets the lion share of the web traffic on this website (out of all the sections in the forum) is the Gay Thailand section. I feel that if I only went to Myanmar last trip, and posted the Trip Report only in the Myanmar section, it will just languish there without much readership. I would want the most number of people to read, reply and come back to my threads of course, as would anyone else. I don't have a real solution for this. The website might just be working as well as it ever could. in its current form.

So my April trip may be my last to Thailand for a while, at least this year. This will be the third year in a row I will be in town for Songkran. I am unsure of how subdued the celebration in Thailand will be, considering the ongoing mourning period for the King, so I am a little bit concerned. As I look outside of Thailand, I got some tempting offers from Cambodia Boy to spend their version of Songkran in Phnom Penh, and from TallBurGuy, to spend a Burmese Songkran in Mandalay. But considering that I will need to spend time with BurBoy for (possibly) the last time, that week, I will need to spend Songkran in Bangkok. So here I am crowdsourcing for advice. I'd like to pose a few questions for you guys who are currently there, or have knowledge about that's going on, over Songkran. I'm one of those people who actually like to partake in the festivities and shenanigans, so valuable info would be greatly appreciated to ensure my maximum enjoyment: 1. What are the actual dates for the water festival part of Songkran? I know that officially the dates are April 13-15, but last year, the festival was cut short to only the first two days. Me and my friends went out on the third day ready with our water guns (and waterproof lanyards and goggles), only to find Silom open again to traffic, and water fights have ceased. 2. Is Songkran this year more subdued? Will more Thais simply not partake in it because of the mourning, even if it will be business as usual? Will I only be in water gun fights with tourists and gay boys in town for the circuit party? Will Khao San Rd be better this year than Silom? 3. Will the Songkran GCircuit party be more subdued this year? I am not seeing a lot of advertising for the circuit party, compared to last year. This worries me a little bit. Last year was amazing. I am hoping this year will be also as amazing, as a sort of last hurrah for me and BurBoy. 4. Any forum members in town for Sonkgran week? Maybe a meetup? Thanks guys! A Blurry McObscureface photo of Soi Twilight on Songkran last year. Hopefully it doesn't get me in trouble. Its innocent enough (I think): Silom Soi 4 was a madhouse: Songkran Circuit pool parties were super sexy. None of these are prostitutes, just partygoers. And they were posing for everyone:

Day 74: The Five Days That May Have Finally Stopped me from Going Back to Bangkok I’m typing this right now on my flight back to California. I’m kind of bummed that I didn’t get bumped up to first class, even if I was at the top of the list of people eligible for upgrades. I guess United Economy Plus will have to do for now. The middle-aged couple who sat next to me were fun though. We recounted our respective holidays to each other. When they found out I was gay they got excited, and asked me about what gay-specific activities I did. I told them as much as I could without scaring them with the more risqué parts of my vacation. They seemed to love my sanitized stories so much that they paid for my $7.99 rum and coke that United was selling. A great ending to an amazing and quick holiday. I spent the last five days in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, basically drinking margaritas, eating tacos, and hitting the beach. The five days have been a blur. It was spent mostly with 6 of my good friends and my BF hanging out, taking advantage of the sun and beach and sea, the food and culture and shopping, the drinking and gay nightlife and fun. Like Myanmar, I did not know what Puerto Vallarta was about, except that it was in Mexico and there was a lot beach and sun. I was surprised that there was a lot gay businesses in this little city, as well as a lot of gay activities to fill the time. There’s easily 20+ gay bars, dance clubs, saunas and strip clubs, as well as gay-dominated gay resorts and gay parts of the beach. With all these options, the fie days weren't enough. I’m not about to tell you guys all the details about my time with my friends. But I can say that it was fun, there was a birthday party for two of my friends, we all got stinking drunk every night, some of us got sunburned, bad, and all the other things you expect in a long weekend in a resort town with 7 good friends. My BF was only there for three of the nights that were over the weekend. We did couples things, had fun at the hotel room, and we all got caught up with our friends, who now live far from us. He left last Sunday to be back to work on Monday. I stayed two more nights with 3 of the friends who could stay longer. I now have some alone time to do more “single guy” activities. My friends know about my open relationship. So we decided to check out the gay strip club Wet Dreams. I’ve always thought that Bangkok’s sex industry was unique. The city has brothels that were one-stop-shops: you can have a drink, sit down and watch a show, and get boys to sleep with you for a fee. There was nowhere else like it in the world that has that kind of complete service. Puerto Vallarta certainly did not have all of this, so I went into the strip club keen on just having a good time with my friends, and perv on the nice looking Latino boys in the club. Four of us had a delicious Mexican dinner and then some drinks or 3 at the always busy gay bar Mr. Flamingo. The drinks were approximately $5 each, more expensive than what you get in Bangkok, but still cheaper than what we are used to paying back home. We were all well lubricated when we hit Wet Dreams the gay strip club. No cover charge at the door, just a lone doorman greeting everyone who came in. We enter and the place was a little bit busy. Lots of patrons tonight, and there was a smattering of super-hot Latino boys in a variety of clothing: from tight pants, to sexy shorts, to tiny briefs. Some patrons had a drink on their hand, but some did not, so it was clear that you did not need drinks to hangout in this place. My one friend, who had been here before, had told us what to expect in this club earlier over dinner. He said that the boys live on tips, so expect the boys to be aggressive. They will approach you without any invitation from you. You are not obligated to tip them if they come to you, as long as you don’t touch them. They will probably touch you and grind on you to entice you to touch them. Once you do touch them, you must tip them, minimum 20 pesos ($1). You can touch them all over, and most of the time they will guide your hand to their preferred way to be touched. We get to sit in the back where the benches by the wall were, situated around the stripper pole. It seems that most of the patrons wanted to stand and drink and interact with other patrons and the boys who circulate around the club. We sit down and look around. Most of the boys were young, semi-muscular guys. Some of them were super muscular guys who would belong in Tawan. There were two boys at the stripper pole in front of us, just dancing and showing their wares. Both were tall, hunky, muscular and young Latino guys. They knew what they had, and were not afraid to show it off. Both were sporting huge bulges hiding in their shorts. My friend motions over to a waiter and we get asked our drink orders. My friend buys all of us a round of drinks, and soon we were enjoying our drinks and looking at boys. I like the social aspect of this bar. Patrons were milling about, not only admiring the boys, but also talking to fellow customers who they fancy, or just being friendly. The boys, flitting from one customer to another, were by design very social as well, as they are in search of tips. There is more involvement and intermingling, and everyone was having a good time. Quite a contrast to Bangkok bars where the customers are usually passive observers of the show onstage, or the boys onstage advertising their wares. This was more my speed, and part of the reason why I prefer social settings to more passive media such as Hornet. What use is sitting alone in your room, stuck on Hornet in your iPad, trolling for your next thrill. Come hear the music play, and hang out with 80 of your best friends for the night, and 20 of the hottest boys Vallarta can offer. As soon as we get comfortable, the boys see us as fresh meat and head over our direction. One boy, medium height, muscular torso, and only wearing baggy shorts, but was had the front open to reveal sexy underwear, was grinding on my friend closest to the stripper pole. My friend was feigning disinterest but I knew he was loving it. My other friend next to him pulled the stripper over to him and put a 20-peso bill in the garter of his briefs. The stripper quickly guides my friend’s hand with the money and puts it in his underwear to get my friend to feel his cock. My friend was smitten. The stripper draws in closer and my friend gets a good grope of his other assets. My experienced friend gets busy quickly and finds a boy he likes. The boy was a stunner. He was tall, had fine hair on his chest, and had super giant pecs, biceps, ass and thighs. And a giant bulge hiding in his skimpy shorts. The knew what he had. He knew how he can get the most money from patrons. My friend was loving it. He starts with 20 pesos, then puts in another 20. As soon as the giant guy leaves to signal to my friend that he has had 20 pesos worth of gropes in, my friend would put in 20 pesos again. Giant guy, knowing that he had something good going with my friend, stops and talks to my friend. I wonder what they were talking about. I was enjoying seeing the interaction between my friends and the boys. I look around and admire the boys from afar, not really interested in groping a boy just yet. And then I see him. He was this young, white Hispanic guy. He has a striking nose on his face, very cute and handsome at the same time. He was wearing tight pants that hugged his muscular legs. But his shirtless body was insane: he had 8-pack abs, giant biceps, and a well-defined back. He was all smiles and getting a lot of attention from the patrons just by standing there. Occasionally, a patron would go to him and get a feel of his granite torso and he would get the money and the customer would leave. He can just make a living just standing here,looking pretty, with guys feeling up his torso. He sees me looking at him, and poses and flexes for my benefit. Man, this guy was jacked. And that face was amazingly cute and boyish. I smile, and raise my martini in his direction. He heads to my direction and puts his hand on my face. He draws me close and whispers something in my ear. He tells me his name. Let’s call him MexBoy. “You like me?” I put a hand on his giant chest and say “Si!” He laughs, and then puts my hand in his underwear. I get a feel of his semi-hard uncut cock. I feel the pubic hair and the smooth balls. I get hard instantly. I reflexively take out my hand to get money out of my pocket. I find 20 pesos and I stuff it in his briefs. “Thank you, amigo,” he says. I continue to feel him up. I didn’t want him to go. I put in another 50 pesos and he stays a little longer. He asks me “Buy me drink?” I say sure. He motions to the waiter, tells him his order, and the waiter says “110 pesos” to me. I pay and 5 minutes later he takes the drink over to us. MexBoy stays with me while drinking, and he and I talk. He sets his drink on the ledge behind me. He hugs me close and he lets me kiss his neck and smell his boyness. I take a big whiff. A mixture of fruity perfume and his own scent. Heavenly. The feel of my hands around his back, while I hug and hold him close, was amazing. I forget I was in public with my friends for a second. He takes a sip of his drink occasionally, and he asks me some questions about my holiday and myself. His English was passable enough to make it interesting. He would smile and laugh once in a while. His voice was boyish and musical. An amazing combination. After 15 minutes of hanging out, he asks me “Private show?” I ask him what that entailed. He then explains that we go in a private booth in the back, and I can do whatever I wanted with him. He motioned to his crotch and ass, meaning that I could blow and rim him. He smiles and I hesitate for a moment. He pulls me close and kisses me deep, for 5 seconds. He pulls back and looks at my eyes and smiles, trying to gauge my reaction to the kiss. He was trying to make a sale. He was winning. I ask “How much for the show?” He says 500 pesos ($25). I look around and some of my friend were busy with either other boys or in conversations with each other or other patrons. I tell them I was going to do a private show. They encourage me to do it and in 5 minutes the waiter escorts me and MexBoy to the back. On the way to the booths I see signs saying “10 minute Private Show for 500 pesos”. OK, I only have 10 minutes. We enter this booth with a couch, a side table, an egg timer and a swinging door. MexBoy sits me down the couch and closes the door. He immediately disrobes, displaying his magnificent body. The sight of his body alone was worth the $25. Everything about his 22-year-old boy was flawless. And the beautiful cock was swinging back and forth. My god this was amazing. He sits on my lap and then puts my hand on his torso. He grinds on me, gives me a slow dance on my lap, and then kisses me. While he does this, he gets hard, showing a respectably sized uncut Latin cock. I stroke it and he moans in pleasure. We do this for a while. He grinds, flexes, kisses me and poses. I appreciate all the attention and perfection before me. What seems like 30 minutes passed by and I tell him, in Spanish, that I thought it was over 10 minutes now and he didn’t turn on the egg timer. He was floored that I could speak some Spanish. Those high school lessons came in handy (as well as growing up in California). He waves his hand, signaling that he didn’t care about the time. I get up and sit him down the couch. I take the encounter further and lift his giant thighs to rim him. It was as amazing as I imagine it would be. I suck him, barely taking all of him on my mouth. He stands up and sits me back down. He sits his bare ass on my crotch. He grinds for a while. He then opens the front of my shorts and pulls my briefs down to reveal my hard-on. He strokes me for a while, and then bends over to kiss my cock, and then take it whole in his mouth for a second. That drove me insane. Definitely no condom with oral with him. He strokes me and he strokes and he strokes. I stop him and tell him I didn’t want to cum. He smiles and stops and kisses me instead. He then explains in English that it was not good to fuck in the booth because people may need to use it any minute. But he did say that he was available to go to my hotel room. I didn’t think that was an option with him, or anyone in the strip club. I ask him when he was free to go with me. He said tomorrow is good, because he had to be at his bar till 3 AM tonight. I ask how much. He said $100 for a whole day. He then tried to sell it. He said he can stay in my hotel, we can go to lunch or dinner, we can go shopping, be my tour guide, we can drink and hangout, all for $100 a day. I was immediately sold. That was like a long-time tip for some higher end boys in Bangkok anyway. And I can tell you from experience that those boys weren’t as sensual and as much a sexual dynamite like this boy. We exchange numbers on WhatsApp. We put clothes back on. He opens the door and takes me by the hand to take me back to my friends. MexBoy hangs out with me the whole time after, without asking for tips, till my friends and I were done with the club. My friends and I finally go back to the hotel, and MexBoy had to stay behind. My friends and I exchange stories about the night. It was fun, lots of laughter, as we stumble back into our hotel and our rooms. I couldn’t do all this with my BF in town. But now he was gone, I could enjoy that private show. I sleep alone pretty soundly that night. What do I do the next day? I call MexBoy and he shows up in my hotel room after my brunch with friends. We hang out, alone in my hotel room having sex and being sweet to each other. I text my friends that I had to skip out beach day today because I needed to work, but really I just wanted alone time with MexBoy. I meet my friends for dinner and drinks, telling MexBoy to come back to the room once I was done with my friends. I spent 4 hours with my friends before calling it an early night. MexBoy comes back and we continue our time together. Latinos are, generally, sensual creatures, and this boy was no exception. I could not get enough of him, and it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of me either. He stays the night, and leaves first thing in the morning. I give him a crisp $100 bill, and $10 for good measure. Money well spent. That was amazing. I took a lot of photos of this 22-year-old muscular Mexican hottie. I thought about showing some photos of him on this thread. Of course I couldn’t post a photo of him fully naked and erect. That’s against board rules. I could show him in undies with a big bulge, but I guess I must blur his face, because I am not allowed on this forum to show faces of prostitutes. I could just do that, but decided against it. It is not fun to show photos on this thread anymore. It’s not fun to post anything about my trip report anymore. I find it strange that some of the threads here devolve into a circular firing squad, with members just in each other’s throat. I am amazed by the discussion about my controversial showing of faces of alleged prostitutes in a public setting. Lots of opinions flying around. It just did not feel fun for me anymore. I have a Bangkok trip coming up over Songkran week. One of the things that I liked about Songkran last year was hanging out in Soi Twilight and seeing all the boys from Bangkok Massage and Hot Male beer bar and Scorpion bar and the other bars in the Soi, having fun in Songkran with water guns, and pails of water, just throwing water everywhere and to anyone that happens to go in the Soi. I took a lot of amazing photos last year of this spectacle. I was going to do it again this year (if Songkran is not subdued by mourners), but I realize that I can’t post photos of the boys doing this, because some of them are gogo boys, so I have to blur their faces. That’s not fun anymore. I am just not going to do that, and that’s why I will probably not do a trip report of that week as well. So, I am at a crossroads at the moment. As much enamored as I am with Bangkok and its sex tourism industry, it only takes me three-and-a-half hours from California to get to Puerto Vallarta and get the same thing, for the same amount money. The boys are different, and probably more suited to my tastes. If MexBoy is any indication of what I can expect from Latino boys, it will be a more sensual and explosive time. I feel that the Bangkok boys are relatively more reserved. And it takes me 20+ hours just to get to Bangkok, and factor in the time difference and jetlag, and one wonders why I would want to go back to Bangkok ever again, when Mexico is just there for the relatively easy taking. The trip report is the same. Why would I continue to post if I must develop a “thick skin?” Instead of changing myself, why not just stop posting online? I like being sensitive sometimes. It enables me to express myself more freely in life and in my writing. And why heavily edit my already completed report? I need to take the extra time to blur faces in my night in Fake Club, for example, where BurBoy and I met a few boys from Dream Boy, one of whom was flirting with BurBoy hard, and more sloppily as he got more drinks in him. The blurring of faces and editing of text is time consuming, so I may not just do it. Not to mention that I am taking a chance just talking about Mexican Boys on the GayThailand forum. It might devolve into that Taipei thread. So much sniping at each other in that one. It’s exhausting. The standards in which I was asked to follow is cut-and-dry. I saw my error and I corrected it before the editing time, and apologized for it. But what I see on other threads on this board is kind of confusing to me. Does this board have a problem with showing prostitute’s faces to protect their privacy? Clearly not, judging from the countless threads of sexual exploits with photos of boy with faces shown. Maybe the standard is that its not allowed to post photos without the consent of the boys? But there is a whole section devoted to Hornet reviews of boys, with photo of their faces in their unblurred glory, and there was no consent asked in sharing those photos and profiles, at least as far as i know. Maybe the standard is that those Hornet boys are known to be prostitutes and are getting reviewed by posters here, and the difference with my mistake is that I am showing boys that I can only guess as prostitutes, in a public setting. But what about when posters show just random Hornet photos, urging members to try those boys’ services. There is no guarantee that they are prostitutes, and yet the posters oftentimes insinuate that they are. What about those photos belonging to fake profiles that use photos of boys that are not prostitutes, where’s the outcry in that? They don’t know their photos are getting perved on in this board. I estimate that a quarter of the profiles in gay apps are fake, and those profiles use photos of hot boys they find on Instagram or Facebook. Catfish is a real thing after all. All these standards, for me, are confusing and hard to keep up with. I guess in the end, it depends on the poster and what standard is imposed on them. Cest la vie. So my April trip may be my last to Bangkok for a while. It is a huge world out there. My Mexico trip reminded me of that fact. And poor BurBoy. I may just have to end it with him sooner rather than later. The siren song of other boys, in other countries, is just too strong to overcome. I am not going to change who I am for just one amazing boy, or a few posters on this forum. I will continue to be myself, now, privately of course, as to not ruffle any more feathers. I’ll have to keep my boring stories to myself. Maybe in time I’ll share them again. But right now, you can catch me on the next flight to Mexico. P.S. I’d like to thank those who have expressed encouragement towards me, publicly in this thread, and (way more of you) privately, through your private messages. You guys are right, there are more of you guys who read and like this drivel more than those who hate it. There are a few of those who have given me some hate, even very vicious, unnecessary, out-of-nowhere hatred. Thanks for writing me as well. You took the trouble to hate me and write about it, so I guess I am grateful for the effort and attention.

I responded to DivineMadman on 02 March 2017 - 11:08 AM, and it was about the customers, by promptly blurring out their faces. What you're referring to is my response to steveboy at 03 Mar 08:35 PM, about the coyote dancers. Please read that post to see what I was replying to. The danger of writing stream-of-consciousness style is that necessity trumps detail. I wrote that I thought that they were prostitutes, and then showing their faces, but truthfully, without going into the details, I knew they were boys from Jupiter and Screwboys. Poor choice of words on my part, and understandable outrage from some of you, but I made a choice: either I change the photos by quickly blurring their faces, or change the text to say they were actual prostitutes. The former obviously is better for the boys, and I did not have to change the writing drastically under the one-hour maximum edit post time, and I guess I can sleep at night. Pointing out they were prostitutes was the point. My point was that gogo boys relax and party once in a while, and sometimes their club of choice is Celebrity. Just putting them as boy watching wouldn't make sense, since the whole thread is about boy watching. How do I know the boys were actual Jupiter boys? 1. I have seen them numerous times at the bar, with the 12 times I've been to Jupiter in 2016 2. My friend's video clip of the Jupiter numbers had them in it, and I rewatched it again to confirm. 3. BurBoy actually was the first one to recognize them, and he pointed them out to me, based on just a few visits with me to Jupiter. How do I know those other boys were the Screwboys guys? 1. I offed one of them last year. Of course this detail didn't make it to the already giant post. It didn't fit the flow and I wasn't up to laying out this accounting. Was your problem that I wrote that I was speculating that they were prostitutes, or that I posted photos of prostitutes? If it's the former, this was fixed and I apologize, but if it was the latter, feel free to display umbrage at the others threads in the past that have photos of prostitutes as well. If you already have, thank you for being consistent. The moral of the story for me here is to just not post photos of these gogo boys. I'll just let the others do it, as they seem to be able to do it with no problems on this board.

I'm sure if the boys don't have a problem with their employers, via their Facebook Page, taking high resolution photos of them being sexy, I am sure my own, grainier photos are OK with them as well. Some samples, and way more on Facebook: They even had some Farang dancers. I'm guessing this club is more "Chippendales", and less Screw Boys, that is why you don't see signs in the club telling customers that use of cameras are not allowed. You actually get rewarded if you take photos in the club and check-in via Facebook (i.e. BurBoy and 21 getting stuffed toys). The sexy boys are obviously there for entertainment purposes only, since the club is not a brothel. I am not saying these boys won't be enticed to cross that line and do that sort of thing, but I am guessing it is not sanctioned by the club. Much like Space Hair Bar in Phnom Penh. Lots and lots of half naked photos of their boys on Facebook and more taken by patrons, but they are known to frown upon boys going the prostitution route (even firing some of them). LOL. I'm not sure about that. I just thought it was a little bit unfair to single out my post. Why me? When there are so many other posts like that around here.

Replaced the photos with blurred faces. Though why only now and why my post DivineMadman, when others have done this in a lot of other previous posts, and in at least one thread you have participated in and did not tell them about their showing face pics, for example: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10791-pattaya-trip-first-timer-–-2nd-to-7th-february-2017/ http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10635-vesseys-august-adventures/ The boys are way more naked in those posts. Mine are just public photos, in a non-sexual context, so no need for consent. Just like every other photographer on earth who publishes their work on newspapers or gossip rags. Are there board rules for this? If there are, what are we going to do about those other posts?

Day 10.7: Celebrity Club Celebrity Club was BurBoy’s favorite club in Bangkok. This is where he would go with his friends when they had a rare night off, or it was someone’s birthday, or if someone had a financial windfall. Since I suggested that we give one of his best friends, who was about to do his short-term monk ordination in a few days, a send-off, BurBoy thought Celebirty Club would be a good place for it. Since it was in the Ratchada area, it was a little bit far from the Silom gay ghetto, but there was no doubt that this club was gay, judging from the their Facebook page. Before we go in BurBoy gets a call from his friend saying that they are in a taxi and will be at the club soon. We get in the club and see that they still had their Christmas décor up, even if it was January: There were some people at the front who asked BurBoy what we wanted for the night. BurBoy told him it was going to be four of us, and will need some Whiskey and mixers. We get led into the club. At 10:00 PM, dance music was playing, though the place was still slow: We were given a table that was close to the stage, on the left side. We get served our whiskey bottle and Coca colas and Soda waters and some waters as well. One of the waiters serves us our drinks and we toast to the night. In 5 minutes, BurBoy’s friend and his boyfriend arrive. BurBoy gets some hugs from the two guys, and I get handshakes. BurBoy explains something and then the two greet me in English. His good friend is a 21-year-old Thai boy, and his boyfriend is a mid-40s Thai guy. The younger guy (21) was a little bit femmy, tall-ish and very gregarious. His boyfriend (45) is shorter, a little bit heavy-set and soft-spoken. They work together in a small business owned by 45. They seem nice guys, and made every effort to speak in English when they could, and 21’s English was actually better than BurBoy’s. 45 was polite and asked me what I did back home, and asked me about my trip to Myanmar. The waiter serves 21 and 45, and refills BurBoy’s and my drink. 45 asks for some peanuts, which had some kick to it because it had some peppers: BurBoy and 21 catch up, speaking in Thai. They were laughing and making jokes, and once in a while BurBoy or 21 translates for my benefit. 45 would once in a while interject, but he was a little bit reserved. I would interject as well if I knew what they were talking about. All four of us were drinkers though, and all of us were putting away the whiskey. 45 whispered to me that he cannot drink too much, because he had work in the morning. I asked if 21 had work as well. He said no, he was off till he had to be shipped off to his ordination in two days. Some staff goes to 21 and BurBoy and talk to the two of them. They busily take photos of the club and drinks and then post the photos on Facebook. The boys then show the staff their Facebook check-in and nod. They come back and give them both stuffed toys: I guess at this early hour, getting the youngsters to post their status on Facebook saying that they were at the club, spreads the word to all their friends to come. A good social media strategy. At around 10:30 the music changes and two boys in tank tops and briefs come out and make out and caress each other: It wasn’t hardcore like Fresh Boy or Screwboys, but it was a welcome sight to start out the night. The first sexy boy “fashion show” starts, with the boys going onstage one by one, wearing sleeveless shirts and briefs. When all were out, they dance to the beat: They leave the stage and 10 minutes later they come out again, this time in black tank tops: While this was happening, the club slowly fills up, and at 11 was 2/3s full. The fashion show ends and an interlude of music plays. We all toast to the night. I look around and see familiar faces. I see two boys that I think are gogos from Screwboys: They were with an older Thai guy. I am only guessing that the two were working tonight, judging from the body language. At the next table, I see four familiar faces. I think these were Jupiter boys: Sadly, or luckily, none of them were MuscleBoy. Since it was Monday, maybe it was their night off, or maybe they all had early offs. It didn’t look like they were with any customers, and were just hanging out by themselves. So my guess most or all of them were gay, since they chose to hang out in a gay club, spending their hard-earned off money on drinks in a relatively expensive club. Maybe there was a special occasion. But it looked like they were having fun, and some of them even were tipping the boys, and taking selfies with the boys. Apparently, gogo boys need other gogo boys too. The first band came out. They were very good, and mostly sang Thai pop songs that were catchy. Another reason I need to learn Thai: There was a lot of activity around us. I notice a mostly good-looking bunch of (I’m guessing) Chinese gay boys catty corner from us: There was a birthday celebration at the next table: The next fashion show then starts, and the boys were wearing just briefs and leather straps worn sexily around their torsos: While the boys were sexy and fun, it was kind of sad when my boyfriend has a much better body than the boys onstage. The next act comes out, and she wasn’t Thai. She was from the Philippines, and thankfully she sang English-language pop and dance songs. She was very good, and had a very soulful singing voice. She then serenaded the half-naked boys: She sang more songs, before exiting the stage. The boys came back out and danced their little hearts out: The boys then dispersed, and this boy was dancing next to us: 45 gives 21 a 100 baht note, and 21 gives the note and a Whiskey shot to the boy, who gladly took the money and shot: The boy talks to us for a while, and then gets back up and dances at a different area. Some of the boys stopped at some tables and started drinking with the customers, no doubt for more tips. Another bunch of songs from the Filipino singer. After that it was a free for all, with the dancers going around the club and dancing and drinking. At 1:45 AM, the dance music intensifies, and the DJ talks for the last time: And some seriously intense dance music then plays, and everyone just dances the night away: At this point BurBoy, 21 and I were very drunk. 45 was nursing his drink and diluting it with coke once in a while, since he has to work tomorrow. Everyone seems to be having fun. We were all celebrities tonight.

Day 10.4: Being Thai So BurBoy was kind of bummed he didn’t get a passport today. He was bummed last month for not being able to get a passport for our trip. The only thing I could think of doing to cheer him up right now is to ply him with food. While we walk on Sathorn Road heading back to Soi Phiphat 2, I put my arm around his shoulders and squeeze. “You hungry? You want to eat?” We just ate breakfast 3 hours ago, so he said “Yes, little bit.” We get to Naradhiwat Rajanagarindra Road and see Alphabet Restaurant (#1,655 out of 9,482 Bangkok restaurants reviewed on TripAdvisor). The menu by the door looks promising, so we get seated. I have to watch what I eat, as opposed to BurBoy who can eat anything. He orders a Mushroom salad with pork, and a calamari appetizer to share: He orders coconut juice, in a coconut. Here he is, flipping all of you off: I ordered a very large Long Island iced tea. BurBoy remarks that I am starting the drinking too early. I tell him that it is my holiday so I can do what I want. He eats his mushroom salad and tells me the nutritional benefits of eating mushrooms. After the meal we head back to the condo. We had about 5 hours to kill before we had to go to our night activities. For the first time together in this trip, we did not have anything planned. No tour to go to, no party for at least 5 hours, just some time to relax. BurBoy takes the finished laundry out of the washer. Since the unit did not have a dryer, he uses the dryer rack by the washer and lays out all our clothes on it, and running out of space, he takes all the hangers from the closets and hangs the rest of the wet clothes around the room. While he does this, I turn on the TV and discover that it had Netflix. I signed in with my U.S. Netflix account and was surprised that it worked. I flip through the shows and see that some of the available shows were different here in Thailand than back home. BurBoy takes the remote from me and flips through the shows. He decides on an ABC show called “Designated Survivor.” I work the TV remote till I figure out how to add subtitles to the show. Alas, it was only English subtitles. BurBoy can read some English, but I imagine he has difficulty reading at conversation speed. He didn’t mind. It’s funny that I have never heard of this show, but the concept is that the President of the United States, all of Congress and all of his cabinet get blown up by terrorists during the State of the Union address. The “Designated Survivor” was the Housing and Urban Development Secretary, and due to the Presidential Line of Succession, the lowly HUD Secretary becomes President. Sounds preposterous, but if the new President is played by Kiefer Sutherland, I am willing to let some things slide. While watching BurBoy had a shit ton of questions about the show. What’s a Cabinet Secretary? Why are their terrorists? Why was there no election? Why is Kiefer Sutherland not tall? It probably took us 50% longer to watch the 45-minute show due to pausing for explanations. I was more than OK with it, but some things cannot be explained fully explained by me due to language, cultural, and educational barriers. The fun is in the trying though, and after it was over BurBoy wanted to watch another episode. After watching another episode, we decide to take a disco nap. I crank up the aircon. Cuddling, spooning, and eventually sleeping, we rest for a few hours. We wake up at 8 PM and get ready for the night ahead. We had plans to have a grand meal at the Ratchada Area. After dinner, we had plans to hang out with one of BurBoy’s best friends and his boyfriend. They could not join us for dinner but will be meeting us at Celebrity Club. We wear matching short shorts and t-shirts and we head out to the street. BurBoy tells me that he wanted go to Oxa Pub and Restaurant (#732 out of 9,482 Bangkok restaurants reviewed in TripAdvisor). That meant we can take the MRT at Silom station and get off 8 stations later at Huai Kwang Station. We walk 15 minutes from the condo to the MRT station. We get those little plastic coin tokens and pay the 32 baht to get to Huai Kwang. We wait with others at the station: At almost 9PM, the subway car we get in was pretty busy, and we had to stand. Forty minutes later we get to Huai Kwang station. It would probably be quicker if we took a taxi, but it would’ve been more expensive. Whenever I could, I love taking the BTS or the MRT. Its relatively cheap, goes to most places that I want to go, and its ripe for people watching. We walk to Oxa Restaurant but see that is was closed: BurBoy was surprised it was closed tonight. He reads some of the signs and he tells me that it was closed for the New Year celebrations. It will be open again in a couple of days, but today was January 2, and employees need a break. BurBoy quickly checks Facebook to see if Celebrity Club was open tonight, and not also closed due to the New Year. He breathed a sigh of relief and showed me the Facebook post that showed that they were open tonight. We assess our options. BurBoy was set on eating at Oxa, but it was closed. I recommend us going to Celebrity Club now, and look for a restaurant close to it. BurBoy liked this idea, so he automatically hails a cab. He tells the driver our destination. 5 minutes later, we were by Celebrity Club. BurBoy pays the guy 40 baht. We look around the area and we see this green neon sign: BurBoy says he has been to this restaurant before, and guaranteed me that I will like it. We get in and the place is huge! It didn’t look this big from the outside. We pass by the bar, and I immediately like it: We get seated by the pool, and see that this establishment was called “Nathong Restaurant” (#1,131 out of 9,482 Bangkok Restaurants) : We get our menus and peruse the seemingly hundreds of dishes we can order: A waitress comes and BurBoy immediately asks for our favorite, Myanmar Beer. We get a cart by our table, and we get poured our glasses of gold heaven: I choose one thing and BurBoy chooses two things. I look around the area and there were a lot of people eating around the huge grounds. At the stage there was a live band singing trendy Thai songs: I enjoy these Thai restaurants with live entertainment. I don’t understand the songs but the melody is universally catchy. anddy Lines me and asks me what I was doing. I send him a photo of the band and restaurant. I also tell him we were checking out Celebrity Club after this. He replies with “All of that is so Thai.” I laugh and wish him a good night. Since I looked the part, all that is needed now is me speaking the language, and the transformation is complete. Our food comes, and it all looked so good: We ordered some fish Tom Sam, Deep Fried Soft Shell Crab and some Roasted Pork Ribs. We tore into the amazing meal. I look over at BurBoy and he was happily eating the food. The festive ambiance, live entertainment, the delicious food, and the charming company all made the night. We finish and pay up. I forgot how much the meal was but obviously it wasn’t that much for me to remember. With enough beer to make us giddy over the food, we head over to Celebrity Club: So next, the boys of Celebrity Club, and BurBoy’s friends…

Writing about this made me realize how super risky this choice was, but it didn't really occur to me I was at any risk that night. It just shows that there is a very fine line between an amazing time and an event that would've ruined my whole holiday. If the latter happened I would've been less enamored with Myanmar. Sometimes the biggest highlights of all aren't sexual . Surprising, I know. It's funny you call me his client even if I don't pay him anything, and only pay for our travel and food. Thanks for respecting BurBoy's privacy. Thanks DivineMadman. If I can help it, I won't fly to DMK ever again. Either I'll use Bangkok Airways to get to BKK fro SE Asia, or at least fly out of DMK instead of flying to it to get to BKK. LOL, you guys are hilarious. Most are young (20s and 30s) and fit, yes, but not all. I am sure all are welcome! There's a time for sex, and a time for partying. Yes, the two may intersect once in a while, but oftentimes it does not. No matter how good my 30s have been so far, I would still look back to my 20s with fondness. Yes, most gay parades and festivals and pride events around the world have more muscular dancers/entertainers. And the muscular boys onstage were a hit with the party boys. Judging from their large fan bases and popularity, they were the typical ideal body type that the typical party boy coming to the party was looking for. I need to check out Cupidol one of these days. I have a hankering for twinks once in a while . All I can say is... more for the rest of us. As anddy has estimated, most are Chinese tourists. A good number from Taiwan of course, and also from the mainland. There was also a lot of local Thais, and I recognized some of them from Facebook. Thanks man. More to come (unfortunately).

Day 10: It’s a Good Day to go to the Embassy At close to 1 AM BurBoy tells me he is ready to go. We say goodbye to anddy, who no doubt is still raring to party. We both still are lightweights. We all hug and I wish anddy well with handling all the hotness that surrounded us. It was the last night of the party, of most of these boys will be leaving tomorrow in flights or bus rides, so some of them are making the most of the fun. I still had a full week ahead of me in Bangkok, so the party will restart for me again tomorrow. We get out of CentralWorld and find the exit to get out of the complex. On the way we pass by fellow tired revelers taking smoke breaks or just taking a break from the sensory overload: We were about done ourselves. We get to the street and BurBoy hails a taxi. 60 baht later we were back at the condo. BurBoy immediately turns on the shower so we can both be fresh for sleep. I have gotten used the showers before bedtime with BurBoy. It was a good way to unwind and relax, and of course be fresh for possible nighttime or morning sex. That’s what I call a win-win. A few weeks later, after work one time and hanging out at home, while I was Lining BurBoy, I told him I was going to bed, and he asked if I finished showering. I told him no, I didn’t want to shower before bed. He couldn’t understand why I didn’t shower before going to bed. I told him it was winter in America, and that night it was just too cold to take a shower before bed. We finish showering and decide to go to bed at the cum-encrusted bigger bed in the main bedroom. It was our last night in this condo so we didn’t care. We fall asleep immediately, no sex, just sleep. BurBoy had big plans tomorrow, so he was eager to rest up. I woke up at around 9 AM without the alarm, and get up to pee. I return and BurBoy is still fast asleep: I slide back in bed and I spoon him. With such an inviting sight, how could you not. He stirs and slowly wakes up. “Good morning,” he whispers, smiling with eyes still closed. He turns to face me and then pulls me in to hug me. I feel his expected morning wood pressing against my thigh. We kiss to start the day. “Moment!” he explains. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. “Cannot pee na!” he says, unable to pee with a raging hard on. Just the typical morning with BurBoy of course. He eventually was able to calm down and pee. He emerges from the bathroom, naked, and stroking his cock. I take matters into my own hands (so to speak) and set him back down the bed. I suck him back to hardness and rewards me with moans of pleasure. I suck, and rim, and finger, and after a few minutes he came in my mouth. Good morning to me. Another shower of course immediately follows that. In the shower he was chatty, telling me what he wanted to do today. He wanted to go to the Myanmar Embassy today to see if he can get a passport. He also wanted to see his good friend who in a few days was going to do the monk thing so it was his last days of fun and frolic (as well a full head of hair) before a few days of meditation and solace at the monastery. I tell him maybe we can meet his friend over drinks or something. He thinks about it as we finish showering. The condo unit was a war zone. There were clothes everywhere from our shopping and preparation for the party. Myanmar souvenirs were also strewn about while we sort it all out between the two of us. And both bedrooms were a mess due to our exertions. We pack up and tidy up the best we can for our move today. For my last 6 nights in Bangkok I rented an AirBNB that was walkable to Silom, so we can take advantage of the bars. After packing I look for breakfast choices around the area. I find a promising restaurant called Kay’s Boutique Breakfast that was a 10-minute walk from the condo. FWIW it was #233 out of 9,481 ranked Bangkok restaurants on Tripadvisor. The reviews looked promising, and it looked like they had a healthy variety of iced coffees that I required out of my breakfasts. I consult with BurBoy and he says “I anything today,” so we put on clothes and walk to the restaurant. It was a nice day to walk the streets of Bangkok. We get there and at 11 AM, and since it was a breakfast-only place, we got there before it closed at 11:30 AM: There were some yummy items on the menu, mostly western stuff. We order some iced coffees and orange juice, and our main meals: We sat by the bar so we were able to see them cook our food, which was an entertaining plus: We get our breakfast items, a King of Egg Benny (eggs benedict) and creamy pasta with ham and egg: The portions were smaller than we were used to, but we both agreed that it tasted amazing. We finish and pay up (850 baht) and head back to the condo to walk off the yummy food. Definitely highly recommended breakfast restaurant, if you guys are ever in the area. We pack up our stuff and make sure we did not forget anything. I Line the next AirBNB unit’s owner and tell her we were on our way to Silom. Luckily the unit was available early today so we were able to check-in before 2 PM. BurBoy hails a taxi and says the familiar “Silom Soi S̄ām” to get us to the new condo unit. It was a different unit from the one I got a few days ago, but it was in the same condo building. The owner was not there to meet us for the keys, but she left the keys to the Juristic person on duty at the condo building office. He asked for my ID and then gave me the keys right away. I didn’t really need the owner to be there, since I have stayed in this building so many times before. And at $45 a night, it was a steal. We get to our 3rd floor unit, and it was again one of the corner units that was bigger than other one-bedroom units in the building. BurBoy was on a mission though. He immediately took out his dirty clothes, and some of mine, from our suitcases, and started to load it in the unit’s washer: BurBoy takes off his tank top and puts on a more “conservative” t-shirt. He says “We now go embassy OK.” I nod my head. I ask him how much money should I bring with me to pay for his passport. He says maybe at least 2000 baht. I bring 5000 baht just in case. I google map the embassy and it looks like it was walkable: It was still a nice day to walk so we have a luxurious walk on Soi 3 to Soi Phiphat 2 to Sathorn Road. Pretty soon we see the sign for the embassy: and we walk in and find out we got in to the Visa side of the building: It was for foreigners who needed a Visa to get to Myanmar. I wonder if it was cheaper to get the visa this way. BurBoy said that the locals part of the embassy was further down the road. We get there and go inside, and then BurBoy instructs me to sit on one of these colorful plastic chairs while he talks to the people in charge: It was not like any other embassy I’ve been to. The outside looked like a normal building, but inside, this area for Myanmar citizens looked like the inside of someone’s house. I guess it is still a poor country, even at their embassy that most probably sees the biggest traffic, since there were a lot of Myanmar citizens in Thailand who need help and assistance. BurBoy finishes his conversation and motions to me that we were leaving. He tells me that since it was past 3 PM, they cannot help him today, and they told him to come back in the morning tomorrow for the passport. He said it will only cost him 800 baht for the passport application, and he confirmed with the person that he brought all the paperwork he needed to get one. He was disappointed that he didn’t get one today. He felt bad that he wasn’t able to fly with me to Bangkok because of his lack of passport, and still felt bad that he couldn’t have one today. I assured him that he will get one tomorrow and not worry about it. It was time to kick-off the rest of the holiday, so up next, more partying…

Day 9.7: On Sundays We Wear White We head over to the escalators to get to GMM Live House on the 8th level. On the way find gay boys everywhere in white, trying to get to the party as well: We get to the ticketing area and we use our last tickets to the party We got here earlier than last night at 10:30 PM, so there was time to soak up the atmosphere and check out the backdrops with hot boys in front of them, just waiting on revelers to take photos of them and with them. BurBoy was definitely interested in getting some photos with the hot boys, so I take some photos with all of them. Edited the photos to protect BurBoy’s privacy, of course: anddy also got some photos in as well, and I send his through Line. I didn’t get any because the BurBoy ones were enough for my own collection, for now. anddy finds one of his hot Thai doctor friends manning the HIV testing station towards the end of the hallway where the backdrops were. We get our hugs and talk with him for a while in English. BurBoy asks me what this testing station was about. Instead of me trying to explain what HIV and AIDS was, I asked the good doctor to tell BurBoy in Thai. BurBoy gets an explanation and he understood what it was for. The doctor talks in English again and asks us if we were interested in getting tested. I told him that I just got tested before I came to SE Asia, and anddy got tested recently as well. BurBoy hasn’t, but didn’t want to take it right now. As we go through the periphery of the main hall, we see a lot of boys in white: We pass by the red laser display that boys were taking a lot of photos at. BurBoy wants some photos and I take a ton of photos with him in it. A photo without him in it: After we’ve had our fill of people watching in the hallways, anddy decides that it was time for us to get in the main dance hall itself. We get in a see a sea of white: The boys got into the white theme of the last night, and eager to celebrate the New Year. We decide to buy some alcohol to start the festivities. We get it at the bar at the opposite side of the dance hall. anddy was buying drinks, but he had to get a party cash card first because the bar itself did not accept direct cash payments: anddy remarked that this was all a scam. Customers will have to get the cards and fill it with cash, but some won’t finish off the cash in the cards, and the cash will remain unclaimed after the party and will go directly to the pockets of the party organizers. Anything to make a buck I guess. We get out drinks and we thank anddy for his kindness: As we take a sip of our alcohol we observe the festivities currently in progress: We stay at the outer portion of the hall. We see that the dancers were wearing white and out in full force entertaining the boys: We try to get closer and get lost in the big crush of boys: The phenomenon that anddy and Divinemadman have described was there. I’ll let them both describe it: Drugs or no drugs, it was kind of annoying, and it was best to avoid being near anyone who was in that chain. We stay far away from them and away from the stage as well. At the stroke of midnight, the main headliner of the party came out. It was Sophie Ellis-Bextor, owner of some top 10 dance hits and in the early 2000s: I remember seeing her videos and dancing to them in my early-20s, so I knew of her. anddy and BurBoy, however, did not know her at all. So I showed them some Wikis about her. anddy commented that the song she was singing now (“Take Me Home”) was a song in the 1970s. She also sang her mainstays “Groovejet (If It Just Ain’t Love)” and “Murder on the Dancefloor”. After Sophie’s act ended, a lot of the boys exited the dance hall to take a break. It was the cue for us three to get in through the big crowd and take our place close to the front near the stage. We were able to be far away enough from the Chinese dance-swaying chain of death. We stake our claim close to the front and see that the dancers were also close: I remember seeing on Facebook that there was a dancer search done a few months ago: and most of the Asian boys who had a considerable social presence applied for it and we now see them onstage: It was smart of the organizers to pick these boys: not only were they the typical hot boy that most of the revelers go for, their social media presence was free advertisement for the party itself. One of them is Whyan Chen, with the giant thighs and ass. To me he was the most into all the dancing, and teased the revelers most out of all the boys: Another one was Cory Zwierzynski, who was an Andrew Christian underwear model: The two got into the act, dancing together: There were other hot dancers of course, and instead of identifying all of them, I’ll just have them in my series: Boywatching #7 – White Party Edition: There was a lot of eye candy offstage of course: BurBoy and anddy were having fun. BurBoy was taking as many photos as I was, and in between we were dancing in place. It was a good victory celebration for our epic Myanmar tour week. BurBoy definitely deserved every bit of fun we were having tonight. As we danced the night away, I also forgot, for tonight, my other life. Tonight, there was only this, and it was amazing.

Day 9.4: Meanwhile, In-between Parties Despite my claim that we were tired from all the activity in the day, we really didn’t get to bed till 3. We were too tired for sex but the food and talking did eat up the time. We wake up close to 11 and had to hurry because we had a few errands to run today, as well as having lunch with a Malaysian friend of mine who was in town for the White Party. We met him briefly last night, but we wanted to catch up today over lunch. We hurriedly shower (together) and get dressed. We both were running out of clean clothes to wear, with the very busy travel week we have been through. But today was set for clothes shopping, to get some new clothes to wear, and because the Theme for the White Party night tonight was to wear all-white. It is the White Party after all, and they saved the white night for last. I already envisioned BurBoy wearing a sexy singlet and white shorts. I am sure the singlet will be taken off at the earliest opportunity. I ask BurBoy where he wanted to go shopping. He said either at MBK or Platinum Mall, and recommended we go to Chatuchak Market next weekend when we were less pressed for time. I preferred Platinum Mall’s restaurants, so I Line my friend that we were awake and will be meeting at Platinum Mall in 20 to 30 minutes. We finish getting ready and go downstairs. It was a long schlepp to Platinum, so I suggested we get a cab. BurBoy one ups me and hails a Tuk-tuk instead. BurBoy tells the driver where to go and he quotes 80 baht for the ride and we speed away. I haven’t been in a Bangkok Tuk-tuk in over a year. After my first few trips to LOS, I preferred walking or taking a cab for shorter distances, and the BTS or MRT for longer ones, over this mode of transport. As opposed to Cambodia, where I used it all the time. I took a couple of selfies of me and BurBoy in the Tuk-tuk. Looking at those photos now I see the unbridled joy me and BurBoy were having with the wind blowing in our faces, and our hair wild with the open-air nature of the ride. I sent the photos to BurBoy a month later. He said he forgot that we did this and was surprised that we look so happy in this seemingly mundane ride. After the driver weaves through Bangkok’s permanently busy streets, we finally get to Platinum. I give BurBoy the money and we race to the mall. We meet my friend at the 6th floor of one of Platinum Malls’s two malls. We hug and my friend gives BurBoy a handshake, but BurBoy gives him a hug instead. We duck into the Thai restaurant that was just next to us, the Yum Saap restaurant: We order the standard lunch, and then my friend and I catch up and gossip and make jokes and laugh. My friend would ask BurBoy questions once in a while and BurBoy would try his best to answer, but mostly it was just me and my friend catching up. We talk about boys of course, mostly about his (to him) boring single life. I encouraged him to get him some tonight at the last party night. It was nice seeing him again. I’ve known him as long as I’ve been going to LOS. We part ways after lunch, and make plans to check up on each other at the party tonight. BurBoy asks me how old my friend was. I tell him he was late-20s or early 30s. He said he found him a little bit cute. I pinch his cheek and laugh. BurBoy and I then start our shopping in earnest. We focus on the color White to get the perfect outfit for tonight. We notice some other gay boys shopping for their own White Party outfit as well, so we had competition. I notice this nice sexy tank top for BurBoy to wear. He takes off his top and tried it on. He looks really sexy in it. I pay the 200 baht for his tank top. In under 5 minutes we find something BurBoy can wear. I think anything will look good on him really. It took us longer to find something for me. We scoured most of the floors in Platinum till I found a nice sleeveless shite shirt that doesn’t make me look hideous. I pay 150 baht for my sleeveless shirt . After that we find nice looking white short shorts for the both of us to wear to the party. It didn’t matter if we were wearing the same shorts. I pay 450 baht for the two shorts. BurBoy finds some sexy white briefs to go with his ensemble. 300 baht later, he goes away with two pair. Our preparation for tonight party was not done. BurBoy said he needed a haircut. I got mine 6 days ago from that barber in Thaniya Plaza (has it already been 6 days ago? Time flies). I suggested we walk to Siam Paragon so he can get a nice salon-type haircut experience. He didn’t want me to spend all that money on his hair, so he decides for us to go to Big C for the haircut. We take the overpass to cross Ratchadamri Road and walk to the Big C Supermarket. We look at the mall directory and see some salons in the third and fourth floors. We settle on Hair Built: It was only the two of us when we got there, but while BurBoy was getting his haircut, a gaggle of asian gay boys went in, needing some haircuts as well. I could only assume that they were also preparing for the White Party. Pretty soon the salon was in full capacity, with gay boys asking for the latest hairstyles. I do like how Bangkok turns gay in certain events like these. BurBoy gets his rinse and style after the cut, and he looked super handsome as always. I pay the 250 baht. Unsurprisingly, after a few hours of shopping and the haircut, we were hungry again. We swing by McDonalds (I know) and get some good ole Fried Chicken: We take a cab back to the condo and lay out our shopping booty. We were set for the party. All we needed now is a disco nap to actually survive the party ahead. I suggest this to BurBoy and he says sure we can nap, but after having sex. He then takes off all his clothes and gets in the bed. He was not into the seduction today, but was horny to do the deed, so it was my duty to get horny with him. I lie down with him and slowly feel up his golden brown skin, well-defined abs, and already hard cock. Pretty soon I was super hard myself. That didn’t take long at all. We kiss, caress, lots of body contact. He sucks me for a while, while he chuck wows. He was really horny. He goes through his things to get a condom and some lube packets. He wanted it right away. I put the condom and lube up. Without putting lube in his hole, I put it in while he was lying on his side, me fucking him while we spoon. He chuck wows while I fuck him. It doesn’t take him long before he cums while I still was fucking him. I didn’t take long either, and pretty soon I fill the condom. We clean up. BurBoy notices that he came all over the bed. He takes one towel in the clean towel pile in the next room and tries to wipe away his mess. He does his best. I suggest we sleep in the other room with the still clean single bed, where I cuddled with MuscleBoy last night. I set the alarm for 7:30 PM and we get our disco nap. We get up to the alarm and we both get ready for the party tonight. We shower together and then put on our new clothes for the night. BurBoy takes a long time styling his hair, probably still getting used to the new style he got from the salon earlier. After 30 minutes of getting ready and fussing about and admiring ourselves in the full length mirror in the living room, we finally get out of the condo. We were meeting anddy for dinner at CentralWorld at 9:30 PM so we had to get out of there. BurBoy hails a taxi so we are not late. It doesn’t matter, there was a lot of traffic tonight: We get to CentralWorld and I Line anddy saying we were here. We decide to meet close to the Food court on the 7th Floor. We both got lost in this giant mall, and I had to ask anddy on Line where to go. We finally make it and we all hug it out. We decide to the CentralWorld Food Hall for the variety: This food hall had everything, from Thai and Asian food to Italian pastas and pizzas to basic Western fare. Right now, it was kind of odd though, half of the stalls were already closed, and the other half that were still open were slowly closing up. We tried to find stalls that were fully open, but those who were didn’t have everything in the menu. We decide to give up on the Food Hall and just find a regular restaurant. But at 9:30 PM everything started to close for the night. It took us a while to find one that was still open. anddy suggested we go eat at Black Canyon Coffee. I was surprised that they served dinner food, but I guess I was prejudiced by the “Coffee” in the restaurant name. We sit down and order: While we waited, I showed anddy some Myanmar trip photos, including some of BurBoy in his longyi. It was an epic trip, and the photos proved it. Our food comes and it was fine for fueling up for the party ahead: After that satisfying meal, we head over to the party. Up next, the last night of the White Party…

Thanks forrestreid. Its a long ass thread, so interjecting once in a while is greatly appreciated . Like I said before, I've received a lot of PMs about people who got inspired to visit Burma because of my ramblings. There was a lot of mystery about the country that kept me from going. But reality is it is highly accessible to tourists and the size and vastness of the country lends itself to discover more again and again. My next trip to Burma will definitely going to the Northern States, as well as visiting the beaches, which are less developed than Thailand's, but worth visiting. Glad the smutty parts of the story are still working for you guys. Alas, these moments are few and far between this trip as opposed to last trip. I'm glad my hardship in bottoming was still sexy lol. Vessey, yes he is perfect for me, and exactly the way I want him to look like. But I can see why people have asked for his photo through PMs, because I have described him extensively and lovingly in my posts. Like you said, you can let BurBoy look like your dream guy when you imagine him in your head when you read the posts. Though he has at least caught anddy's fancy he met BurBoy. For the guys asking for a photo, the only way you can see him is in the flesh, this April, when I am back in Bangkok . BurBoy is not a mere travel accessory, you're right. Many forget that this thread is also about his holiday, and was an equal partner in all activities we spent together. Since he is not writing these reports with me, I can only talk about my feelings. I cannot control how I come across when I write. Due to my one hour rule of only writing one post for an hour and I stop, I can only afford to write what happened, instead of shaping the narrative to make me look good. The economic disparity between us is vast, and yes can lead to a power disparity as well. But if you know me and how easy going I am and how powerful BurBoy's personality is, most of the time HE gets to decide what happens, and this had nothing to do with money or level of education or cultural differences. It was just about two boys having fun on holiday. And absolutely, all feedback is welcome, and sometimes less than fawning admiration is the most useful. I do appreciate the positive feedback, and eager to contemplate on the not so positive ones to see the error of my ways, or a clarification is necessary. Haha yes that is correct. I wasn't really aware of the difference, and once again you have added to my vocabulary. Kudos! I've had hickeys on my neck numerous times before. Maybe my neck is just too sensitive to bruising for some reason, or guys just love munching on it . Once I got a particularly nasty one the night before a big meeting while on work travel. I had to wake up early to stop by a drug store to get some concealer to cover up the red blotch. Glad someone is still reading . There's still some days left to post.

Day 9.0: Bangkok Street Food as a Religious Experience The stroke of midnight brought kisses and hugs. And then the party truly started with some banging beats from the DJ. BurBoy is dancing, happy, and taking a lot of photos and selfies and sending it over to friends. There were a lot of photos of him and me, him in his gorgeous shirtlessness, and me with… my hickey. He immediately sends me the ones that he liked the best on Line. But the busy few days have caught up to both of us. BurBoy had a long almost 14-hour bus ride from Myanmar to Bangkok today, and I was awake at 3:15 AM this morning after a busy and sexual night, and the two tour stops and flight back to Bangkok did not help things. At 12:30 AM both of us were fading, and pretty soon BurBoy was yawning. He whispers to me and says the magic words” “I am hungry.” We go to anddy and tell him we are retiring for the night. anddy is a known party animal, so 12:30 AM is probably like afternoon for him LOL. We were lightweights compared to him. We get hugs, as well as hugs from Fresh Boys captain, and off we went. It wasn’t easy to get through the hundreds and hundreds of boys on the dance floor, so BurBoy takes me by the hand and pushes through the crowd with me in tow. Lots of sweat smeared, arms and hands on the way, dodging and weaving through the dancing boys, and we were out of the main hall and we walk on our way out: As we exited we get out wrists marked with a reentry stamp, but we had no intention of coming back. We then make our way through the many escalators to get to the ground floor, and it was filled with gay boys leaving as well: It was nice to see the mall empty and just filled with gay boys on the escalator. I wish gay malls were a thing. We get to the ground floor exit and see that there were some straight couples trying to get in the mall. From what I can guess from the conversation, they were only letting people with tickets to the party back inside. I guess it really was a gay mall tonight. We get to the big area in front of the mall, and see that it was full of New Year’s revelers still up even well after the stroke of midnight: The streets were filled with people. Talking, laughing, walking. Lots of people still wearing black as well: There were some food tents set up in the area in front of the mall. It was mostly from restaurants from inside the mall. We were super hungry and we almost got some McDonalds to quench our hunger: But BurBoy was adamant in getting a good meal, so we peruse the other kiosks: Nothing really stood out for us so we kept looking. We get to the end of the area of the mall, and admire this giant photo of the new King: And then we see some really nice religious imagery, mostly Hindu, as we get out of the mall area. It was actually nice to see these on this night. I’ve always wondered about the crurious intersection of Buddhism and Hinduism in Thailand and Myanmar. Maybe I’ll ask BurBoy about this someday about what all this meant to him. BurBoy looks at the display and pays homage to some of them: No luck on the food front yet. We walk on Ratchadamri Road and we did not need to take the overpass this time. It was closed to traffic and people were walking on the car-less street. It was nice seeing this road empty. Its usually pretty busy other times: We see some restaurants on Ratchadamri Road, but when we try to get a table, we get turned away, saying that they are closed. We forget that it is almost 1 AM, so it is understandable. We make our way north, the way back to the condo, to see if we can find some food that we can be satisfied with buying and taking back to the room. We pass by this attractive couple going back to their motorbike. Couldn’t resist taking a photo, even if it doesn’t capture how cute they both were: And then the street food carts get interesting. We see our first purchase, some sausage balls on a stick. 20 baht for two skewers worth of yummy pork: Next to the sausage kiosk was one that had some interesting balls. There was an English translation and it said “Cheese Balls”, and I love cheese, so I had to have some. 39 baht for a small bag full: We pass by Phetchaburi Road, which was the point that Ratchadamri Road turns into Ratchaprarop Road. And then we hit the motherlode. BurBoy loves spicy salad, so he finds this kiosk with a lot of chopped vegetables and spices: He talks to the vendor and gets into a lively discussion with her. I recognize the language as Burmese, so as luck would have it he found a Burmese salad lady. He chooses the vegetables, noodles, meats, and spices he wanted for the salad. He then tells me that the lady was from Mon State, and she knew how to make the salad the way he likes it, and the way his Mom does it for him. I love that he found a little piece of home on the streets of Bangkok. We paid 90 baht for the salad. The kiosk next to Burmese salad lady had a few rice dishes, so I pick a fish cake entrée (I remembered the I loved the fish cakes in Yangon),and some chicken dish, and BurBoy gets a big order of rice for the whole dinner. 85 baht for the rice and two entrees from this vendor: One of the vendors asks me something in Thai. BurBoy rescues me and answers. The vendor puts in some plastic forks and spoons, and some paper plates, in our bag of food. We leave with some yummy food. While walking north we pass by some local people who were having drinks celebrating the New Year. There was some drunk singing, some drunk dancing, and a lot of New Year's joy. It was clear people were having fun on the streets of Bangkok. BurBoy motions me to move on. He was eager to try the food. We hit Chaturathit Road and we see this very interesting kiosk: BurBoy talks to the cook and he found what he was looking for: Tom Yum. We both love Tom Yum and I especially love how spicy some can get. The cook expertly cleans up some of his pots and directs (what I would assume) his wife to ready some of the vegetables for Tom Yum. He asks BurBoy to choose the seafood he wants with the Tom Yum, so we get directed to this pile of seafood and meats, mixed with ice to keep it fresh: BurBoy points to what he likes and the cook grabs his choices and starts cooking: As we wait for our delicious Tom Yum, I notice that the kiosk was so close to the road: There is something about Thai street food and its presence close to the road and cars exhaust and the general elements. There is nothing quite like it in the world. Its one of my favorite things to do while on holiday here, and BurBoy is game to encourage this habit of mine. After 10 minutes we get our 160 baht Tom Yum. We get to the condo and start staging the food for eating. It takes us almost an hour from leaving the party to our condo, but it was a journey through Street Food heaven. I was glad we were able to get this food, because it was all delicious. The photo does not do the flavors justice, but here it is: BurBoy’s Burmese salad, which was out of this world yummy: We gladly dig into our 394 baht (~$12) dinner. The food was delicious, the conversation was lively, and the company was just… perfect.

Day 8.9: New Year, Old Me, Same Same BurBoy He grabs me and pulls me close to get a good look at the hickey. He rubs on it and looks at me. “Who did na?” he asks. I tell him the truth: “I find a boy from Hornet in Mandalay.” He looks at me, almost not believing me. “Sure na? You get Hornet? No boy bar Twilight?” I take him by the waist and say “Yes I am sure. You want to see my Hornet?” “No I OK. But you shower na. Shower together na.” “Why together? You finish shower already.” “I want see if have other,” pointing to the hickey. An inspection! I disrobe and head over to the shower. He is handling this better than I thought. I turn on the shower and once the water is hot enough I get in. He gets in as well, and gets the soap for my usual soap down. As he soaps me up he looks at my chest area, back, and cock. He doesn’t find anything else. He smiles at me and kisses me. “You have sex many na.” I nod, flashing my best charming and sheepish smile. I rinse and then step out of the shower to dry up. He does as well, but still looking at the hickey. “Hmmm. I think no good na. People say I give you big kiss na.” pointing at his neck where my hickey would be. So he was more worried about people seeing the hickey on me and thinking he gave it to me. Not the fact that I had sex with another guy. I finish drying and hold him close and kiss him deeply. I tell him to not worry about what other people think. I tell him the only thing that matters is what happens between the two of us. He asks me “Why you cannot wait for me have sex?” I say “I can have sex everyday ok.” He thinks about it then says “OK, after party have sex na OK?” I kiss him deeply and tell him “We can have sex now.” “No now, after na. Now I want go party.” The one thing you guys have to know about our relationship is that when we are together we are inseparable. It is not normal do be apart if we were in the same country. But when we are apart, we rarely talk about our activities, other than work, and his English classes (more on that later), or the occasional going out with friends, when I get a selfie of him with friends and bottles of whiskey in a Thai bar, or me in my American bar with my drink in front of boy strippers. So not telling him about this tryst last night when it happened, or asking for permission, is not our thing. So I wasn’t surprised that he wanted to come to the party, even if he was tired. We get energy from each other, and just the sight of the other guy gets the either of us going. He takes my hand and leads me to his suitcase. “What I wear for party?” I open his suitcase and we go through his things. I choose a nice muscle tee and tight shorts. He puts on tiny underwear and starts putting on clothes. I put on something as well. I arrange my money for drinks and food, and take out credit cards and such. I send MuscleBoy a quick Line, apologizing that i will not be able to off him tonight, and I hope he gets a customer. When I booked the AirBNB condo, I thought that it was decent walking distance to CentralWorld, the venue for the White Party. But Google Mapping it and assessing the walking distance, it looks like it will take us about 20 minutes to get to CentralWorld. We can walk it for sure, but the combination of us being tired, it being close to 10, and we have anddy, GT forum member extraordinaire, waiting for us, we decide to take a taxi. I leave the taxi getting duties to BurBoy’s capable hands. He gets one right away and off we go. There was considerable activity on Ratchadamri Rd on our way to the party. It was New Year’s Eve tonight, and we see a lot of people walking towards the direction of CentralWorld. I guess there was some sort of celebration or gathering at the mall. Pretty soon we hit a roadblock, and most of the surrounding roads along CentralWorld were closed for New Year’s Eve. BurBoy takes out some baht and pays the driver (60 baht for a 43 baht fare). We get off about a block from CentralWorld. We take the overpass to get to the mall. There were some barricades around CentralWorld, and people were snaking through the barricades to get inside the mall. There were some security guards that were telling people where to go. I guess because of the expected crush of people, there had to be some order to get into the mall tonight. We patiently go behind the end of the line and we dodge and turn and duck and 15 minutes later we are finally inside the mall. I text anddy that we are finally inside. He tells me that he is already up at the venue, and he is finding some of his friends. The party was at Muang Thai GMM Live House, which is on Level 8 at the enormous CentralWorld. This was the same venue of the Songkran parties. It takes us a lot of escalators to get to the venue, but pretty soon the general public that surrounded us on the lower floors, have progressively changed to a lot of gay boys. We knew we were close. We get to the main floor and I message anddy that we were here but we needed to get our tickets. I had a photo of my passport in my phone, and I took my California Driver’s License with me (I also use this at DJ Station). I readied the email confirmation of the ticket purchase. There was no line to get our tickets. The staff takes my phone to scan it. She then tells me that I didn’t go to the party yesterday. I was reminded that I bought the ticket for entry to all three night parties. I bought it 5 months ago when they had Super Early Bird prices, so what I paid for three parties is still less than the price of two parties if we bought them now. I Line anddy and tell him we are going in. We get in the ticketed area and see anddy waiting for us. We both get hugs and I introduce anddy to BurBoy. anddy speaks to BurBoy in Thai, and BurBoy is surprised that anddy can speak the language. We catch up on the few days that had passed, and then we decide to inspect the activity outside the main dance hall before going inside. There were a lot of backdrops in the periphery, with hot boys posing in front of them. And a lot of boys having their photos taken with the hot boys. We go inside and anddy says we are going join one of his friends who also came tonight. We enter the main dance hall and see that the party was well on its way at 11 PM: We force our way through the throngs of (mostly) hot, shirtless, sexy Asian boys who were having the time of their lives: anddy finds his friend. It was the Khmer guy who worked as a mamasan/captain at Fresh Boys, who we talked to a few nights ago after leaving X-Size. He was with some of his friends. We all get hugs, and BurBoy gets an extra hug, as the Khmer and him talk for a little bit in Thai. The music was hopping, the lights were flashy, and everyone was in a party mood this New Year’s Eve: And there were hot boys everywhere, talking, dancing, and occasionally making out: Some use the elevated platforms to good use, to see and be seen: There was a huge LED display that had the time, hanging over the center of the hall, no doubt for the impending New Year’s countdown: The stage was hopping as well, with the DJ playing the latest pop dance tunes. Everyone seem to know what was playing, and some were singing along, including BurBoy and myself: Lots of sexy dancers onstage, to complement the sexy boys watching offstage: anddy was successful in coaxing BurBoy to take off his shirt, to match all the boys there. As someone who was not at all modest indoors, BurBoy was kind of shy in public. I don’t know why he would be, he had an amazing body. We all dance to the beat. As his abs glistened in the dance floor lights, and as the time got closer to midnight, the boy crowd got thicker and thicker: As the countdown grew close, I tell BurBoy that it was customary to kiss your loved one at the stroke of the New Year. The tradition of kissing someone you love as the bells tolled at 12 midnight supposedly sets the tone for the rest of the year. He thought for a bit, and then got his phone and types in a word. He shows me the English translation: luck. I smile and tell him, yes, kiss me and you will be lucky all year next year. He laughs and we continue dancing. And the countdown begins. Someone onstage does the count, and we see the seconds tick away as 2016 winds down. At 12 midnight the confetti and smoke fall, and everyone screams and celebrate the New Year. I turn to BurBoy and we kiss. If this kiss sets the tone for the rest of the year, I am one lucky guy.

Day 8.7: Playing with Fire #1: Covering All My Bases Let’s take a step back a little bit. Because of my last minute booking of the balloon ride over Bagan, I had to sacrifice the first of three nights of the White Party in Bangkok. And because BurBoy did not have a passport, he could not make the flight with me, and instead opted for the bus to Bangkok, which takes almost a day. We were both going to be in Bangkok at the same day, but since I was taking a relatively quick flight from Mandalay, I will get to Bangkok hours before him. Because of the length of the bus ride, BurBoy told me that he was not sure what time he was getting in Bangkok, but he was sure he won’t be in before 8 PM. And because of the arduousness of the journey in taking a bus/van all those hours, he also didn’t know if he would be up for going to the White Party that night we get to Bangkok. So I had to cover my bases. I had two successful offs a few nights ago in Bangkok: ShanBoy and MuscleBoy. Both 22, cute as hell, and were willing to go with me (for a fee of course). I’d rather go with BurBoy for obvious reasons (he is free, more caring, and he wanted to go), but won’t feel bad if I went with either the two other boys. So while in Mandalay I was talking to both boys on Line when I could. Just a few hi’s and hello’s, due to ShanBoy’s very poor English, and MuscleBoy being busy. I’m sure either would be a good choice to go to White Party, but I thought MuscleBoy was slightly ahead of ShanBoy due to English skills. I tell MuscleBoy what time I thought I was going to be at the condo, as well as the address of the condo. So tonight, when I got dropped off at the condo, meeting the AirBNB host at the lobby, I also see MuscleBoy, sitting on one of the lobby couches, waiting for me. It was almost 7 PM, and the host, myself, and MuscleBoy go up to the unit. The host welcomes us to a nice two-bedroom condo, with a nice TV and fully-furnished kitchen. She shows us the two bedrooms: one had a king-sized bed, and another a single bed. I booked this condo a month ago, when I thought I was going to invite two Pattaya boys with me to the White Party, instead of going with BurBoy, thus the extra bedroom. BurBoy was unsure he was going to be able to get back to Bangkok with me. I was covering my bases then. Now, I don’t mind the extra space. The lady leaves the condo unit and both of us are alone at last. MuscleBoy asks where to leave my luggage and I tell him to just put it in the Master Bedroom, pointing to it. I go to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands. When I emerge, Muscleboy gets in the bathroom as well. I inspect the unit and appreciate all the nice amenities included in the unit. There was a huge TV with cable in the center of the room, and there was a comfortable couch to sit on while watching. There was a decent kitchen table and full stove top and oven and huge refrigerator with some bottled water. I take two bottles and give one to MuscleBoy, who takes it gratefully. We sit on the couch and talk for a bit. He was wearing some nice fitting pants, a blue shirt open in the front, and a white and tight singlet underneath, revealing his huge pecs. As we sit, he puts his hand on my thigh and starts stroking it. We talk for a bit, about his day, his week of customers, my Myanmar trip, and plans for tonight. I tell him that I am waiting for word from BurBoy, my boyfriend, on what time he was arriving from Myanmar tonight, and if he was coming to the White Party with me. I told him I wasn’t sure if I was bringing him to the party with me, but I told him I will compensate him no matter what. He was sweet enough to come to the condo and keep me company while waiting for BurBoy, so that alone will warrant some payment. As we hang out, MuscleBoy puts a finger on my neck, rubbing my hickey. I laugh and say that I got this in Myanmar. He smiles and says “you get good kiss.” I asked him if he wanted to eat. MuscleBoy says he ate before coming here so he was fine for now. I was feeling a little bit hungry myself so I suggested we go to 7-11 just a block from the condo. I get some food and more drinks for the condo. MuscleBoy gets a Meiji chocolate protein drink. He takes all the grocery bags and we get back to the condo. And then my phone beeps telling me I had a Line message. It was BurBoy, telling me he was on the van that will take him back to Bangkok. I ask him to send me his location on Line. He does and it looks like he is about a little over an hour away from the condo. I panic a little bit. BurBoy was coming soon, and I was still with a boy! I type away and ask BurBoy if he wanted to go to White Party. He hesitated answering, before telling me he will decide when he gets to the condo, to see if he is too tired to go. I did not want to insist on a firm answer now. He might suspect that I had someone with me now. I send him the condo location through Line location so he knows where to fo. MuscleBoy and I get back to the condo. I weigh my options. What am I going to do with MuscleBoy and BurBoy? I wanted to go to the White Party, and will go with BurBoy if he wants to, but I did tell BurBoy that I was going with anddy, the forum member I met a few days ago, so I was going no matter what. He did not have to know that I was going to use his ticket to get MuscleBoy in if he doesn't go with me. I eat some of the snacks when we sit down and MuscleBoy drinks his protein drink. We finish eating. I have to spend my hour wisely with MuscleBoy. I didn’t want to have sex now (surprisingly), but I wanted to see MuscleBoy’s magnificent body. So I suggest we hang out at the smaller bedroom and cuddle. I suggested he strip down to his underwear while we cuddle in bed. He asks if he should shower first. I tell him that won’t be necessary. We get to the bedroom and he takes off his clothes to reveal very sexy tight white Calvin Klein underwear. He lies in bed and invites me to come over. I get in and touch his muscular torso and abs. He said he just went to the gym before coming here. It showed. It was great. The view from the window in this bedroom looked great as well: I take this moment to discuss with him what was going to happen. I tell him that BurBoy was getting here in an hour. I did not know if he was going to come with me to the party. I wanted him to come with me if BurBoy just wanted to stay home. It was 8 PM and MuscleBoy thinks about it for a moment. He says that he will go to Jupiter and wait for my Line if I needed him. I told him I will compensate him for his time here with me now, and will pay the bar off fee and the balance of his long time fee if he comes with me to the White Party. I’ll make sure that I Line him before 10 PM so he can get another customer in Jupiter if he wanted to. I then focus on the task at hand, admiring MuscleBoy. We talk some more. He seems way more relaxed now than our first time together. He confesses that he wishes that he had tonight off and instead spend some time with his friends on New Year’s Eve, but the bar will fine him if he doesn’t show, unless he pays the off fee first. I joke with him that if I off him tonight, he still wont be able to hang out with his friends and instead go to a gay dance party with hundreds of gay boys. He says he still prefers that, because he can dance and drink. My hand finds its way to his penis, still really thick with a healthy amount of foreskin. I pull down his underwear and play with his cock a little bit. It grows hard beautifully. I look up to him and he smiles. I kiss him and he kisses me back. I do a little bit more exploration. Maybe I should’ve asked him to shower. Oh well it is too late now. We just cuddle in bed and talk some more. I then get a beep in my phone. I look and forgot about the time! I see that BurBoy is asking me what the name of the condo building is. I type it in. He says he took a taxi from the bus station and will be there very soon. I hug MuscleBoy and then get off the bed. I ask him if I could take a photo of him in his underwear. He pulls up his briefs and puts his hands behind his head, showing me his armpits. I take some photos. He then makes me promise to not show it to anyone. I am a man of my word. I tell him that BurBoy was coming to the condo pretty soon. He gets off the bed and starts putting back his clothes. The sight of him putting clothes back on made me almost cry. Someone who looks like him should be naked all the time. I tidy up the bed, and then look for any evidence of MuscleBoy in the bedroom. In the main room I tidy up as well, taking the protein drink bottle and my snacks in the trash. I see MuscleBoy finish getting ready and I reach for my wallet. I take out 1500 baht for the almost two hours he was here. I tell him I will give him more if we see each other later tonight. He takes the money without counting and wais in appreciation. I take one last inspection of the unit before we both leave the unit and take the elevators. At the ground floor I leave the elevator first. The elevators were in the other end of the lobby from the entry doors, and were in a glass enclosure that required a key card to operate the doors to come in or get out. Before letting MuscleBoy out, I take a peek at the glass front doors of the building. I see BurBoy at the door, looking inside. I quickly grab MuscleBoy and tell him that Burboy is here! He quickly hides from sight and pushes the elevator button. He says he will take the elevator. I tell him I will take BurBoy up to the unit. I wait for MuscleBoy to get in the elevator, using the key card to operate the elevator, before getting out of the glass enclosure. When the coast was clear, I get out to get Burboy. I take my phone and see Line messages from BurBoy, most probably telling me he has arrived. I run over to the front doors to let BurBoy in. He sees me and smiles. He then tells me about his bus ride: long and arduous. I ask him if he was tired. He tells me he was, a little bit, but he thinks he just needs to shower. I nervously operate the door to open it to get to the elevators, slightly worried that MuscleBoy was still there. He wasn’t. We get in the elevator and then to the unit. In the unit, I get BurBoy a water. He takes it and then says he will use the bathroom to do his business and to shower. He closes the bathroom door. I quickly leave the unit and get back down to the lobby. Sure enough my instincts were right. I see MuscleBoy waiting by the elevators. He didn’t have a key card so he could not get out of the glass enclosure. I apologize profusely, and thank him again. I wave the key card to open the doors. He gives me his best boy smile and tells me to Line him soon. I tell him yes. He leaves, successfully this time. I get back up to the unit and hear water from the shower. After 5 minutes, BurBoy emerges, fully naked, abs and swinging cock and all. He gives me a kiss on the cheek. Crisis averted. Maybe not averted. He sees the hickey on my neck and stares at it. He looks at me with a mixture of anger and incredulity. Am I finally going to pay for all my boy craziness and dishonesty? Next…

This is it! Thanks for the confirmation. I have seen BurBoy use this pink card before for identification. I guess it is not as under the table as I thought, and I'm happy that BurBoy has it. I urged him to get a passport if for some reason we will fly somewhere outside Thailand. He used only ID once in a Bangkok Airways flight from Bangkok to Phuket, so I guess flying domestic in Thailand or Myanmar is possible with just the ID. Thanks for sharing your story. Still puzzled by allowing border crossings and yet not allowed to go past Chiang Rai. How do they monitor this? And how long did it take your BurBoy to get his passport? Mine is still waiting on his, after one and a half months. And let me know how Hua Hin went for you guys! I am planning on going this April pre-Songkran and would like to know what to look out for. And you must try the balloon ride. I've already have had quite a few members PM about it. I wish I could make money of off my recommendations! lol Again, I wonder how they check for people going out of their approved areas. Is it just random checks? Or is there border police at outside of the approved area? I only used my iPhone in this trip, so all the photos here taken by me are from my phone. I toyed with the idea of taking my DSLR with me to Myanmar, but that thing is big and unwieldy at times, and with the walking and barefoot touring we were doing, it would just be in the way. I upgraded my phone to an iPhone 7 Plus last fall in anticipation of this trip, and I got the 256 GB version so I can store all the photos. I use my DLSR camera less and less now. If I went somewhere super picturesque like to American National Parks, and I know I will have a car to use for touring, I will take it with me, and I am sure my photos would be stunning if I used it in Myanmar, but the camera phone I have is more than enough to take with me in the fast-paced touring I did. Advantages: no messing with memory cards and computers, using the graphic apps in my phone to enhance the photos, being able to upload choice photos directly to Facebook or Instagram in seconds, and having all my photos automatically backed up to iCloud (with a $2.99 additional fee because I have thousands and thousands of photos, as well as apps, to backup). Watching the physical closeness of the boys in SE Asia is a great thing to see. Sometimes I would see two boys sitting together, with their arms around each other, and there is nothing sexual about it, just two boys being close to each other. It's not something you see where I live, so when I see it out there I can't resist taking a photo. And BurBoy loves the horseplay, to the point where we trash our hotel room/condo unit because it can become rough at certain points.

Day 8.5: Tale of Two Airports Before we head over to Mandalay Airport I stop by the shops scattered in the periphery of the Jade Pagoda. I was always to snag some very nice Jade jewelry for my Mom, BF, BurBoy, and some siblings. Kaung asks if they were genuine jade and they said yes. Some of the cheaper ones are lower quality jade. I also found some cute jade figurines to put in my office and house. I was in a jade buying spree. We get back to the car and shove my newfound jade booty in my luggage. I get in the car and looking at my watch realized that I had less than 2 hours left before my flight. I look at Google Maps and see that it will take us 21 minutes to get to the airport: I hope we do not have any issues getting there. We get on the highway from the Jade Pagoda, but we were going the opposite direction to the airport. Since it was divided highway, we get on this “off-ramp” and get on the highway on the other side: The off-ramp was just us plowing through some bushes and then getting on a rural road and u-turn it back to the other side of the highway. Not the most comfortable of u-turns but it got the job done. On the way Kaung and I say our goodbyes. I thank him for the great time. He thanks me as well, and asks me to thank BurBoy for being a good companion. He asks me what I was doing in Bangkok with BurBoy. I tell him about the White Party. Well probably not all about the White Party, just that it was a dance party over 3 nights. I show him photos of the venue and everything. I try to hide my hickey while talking to him, but I know it’s as obvious as a flare shot up a starless night sky. We get to Mandalay Airport at the estimated time: I say thank you to the drivers and Kaung. I gave Kaung and the drivers a little bit extra as a tip. They were very thankful as I got helped with my bags. Kaung talks to one of the airport employees and the employee takes my bag right away. I say one last good bye before they speed away. The employee and I get to the bag security check thing and he sets my luggage there. I was about to give him a tip because he helped me, but he made a waving gesture to say “no” and walked away. I just thought everyone deserved a tip today. There was an hour left before I can make my scheduled flight, but going up to the counter to check-in my luggage, I am told that the flight is 45 minutes late. This is what happens when you travel on high season. And doubly so that it was New Year’s Eve today. No doubt a lot of revelers are making their way to Bangkok today to celebrate the New Year. Not only is Bangkok known as the "City of Angels" (Krung Thep), but it is also the city of partying. Mandalay Airport, at least this terminal, was older than Terminal 1 at Yangon Airport, but it had the basic amenities, including clean toilets, that any decent airport in the world has. I always judge an airport by how often they clean their toilets are. Going through immigration here was a breeze, a feature I find comforting in Yangon, Siem Reap, and Phnom Penh airports, and comparing it to the disaster that is the Bangkok immigration lines. My airline of choice today was AirAsia. I have used Bangkok Airways to and from Yangon, and the flight from Bangkok to Mandalay. But my return flight to Bangkok, I chose AirAsia because of the time of the flight. Because of the Jade Pagoda stopover, I wanted a late noon flight. This will allow me to still be in Bangkok before evening, in order to make it to the second night of the White Party. I had to skip the first night due to my desire to stay an extra night in Mandalay and to afford BurBoy a chance to visit his family, before he has to take the bus to Bangkok. AirAsia is always a cheaper option than Bangkok Airways, and I find the service to be the same (except for the passenger lounge). The only big difference is the airport: Bangkok Airways uses the newer and more spacious Suvarnabhumi, while AirAsia uses the older and more cramped Don Meaung. I get to the main departure hall and see that there are some shops that I can go finish off my still healthy wad of Burmese Kyats. I counted my money and saw that I still had $80 worth of cash. Instead of converting these back to US Dollars or Thai Baht, which would no doubt incur a huge exchange penalty, I just thought of having a small lunch and buy a few trinkets to serve as souvenirs. There were some pretty nice shops to choose from. I see this Myint Myint Khin (MMK) shop, which had a few candies on sale: I found a few shops that sold fridge magnets, jewelry, and some “Longyi for Executives”. I also found this grotesque carton of Lucky Strike cigarettes, with a picture of what will happen if you smoke. I almost threw up my breakfast: I quickly found some delicious pineapple cookies to counter that Lucky Strike image, but strangely enough, they were Thai cookies, so I don't buy them, because it was weird to buy something from Thailand, in Myanmar, especially if you're waiting for your flight to get you to Thailand: I made a dent in my kyat wad, and now down to $15. I took out a few kyat bills to serve as souvenirs, and then headed over to the food section to hunt for food. I see this nice looking coffee shop, where I almost got my iced coffee: But I found a nice restaurant where they served lunch items and the iced coffee I needed. I ordered that and a seafood fried rice with egg as a snack: I stayed in the restaurant for an hour while I waited. My flight was delayed, and most of the passengers were waiting in the uncomfortable gate seating by our gate. I took my time to eat in my nice cushioned couch of the restaurant. After the hour was up they call us to board. We quickly board the aircraft and since I bought one of those upgrades to AirAsia’s “Hot Seats”, as well as food and drink onboard, I was one of the first to board the aircraft. It takes us about 20 minutes to complete embarkation, and we take off without incident. After 15 minutes, the meals were served, and I found myself eating again. Their meal choice was more palatable than Bangkok Airways. I chose a Chicken Curry when I booked the flight: Thai immigration forms were distributed, and with just over an hour in the air we start our descent into Don Meaung. First to board and first to leave, I race to the immigration counters, eager to start the last leg of my holiday: 9 nights in Bangkok. But I was soon stopped dead in my tracks by this sight: It seems that everyone and their mother was trying to get into Bangkok this New Year’s Eve. It was a horrible scene. All the immigration counters were staffed to full capacity, and yet it was mayhem out there. There seem to be some lines neatly formed close to the counters, but as it snaked through the arrivals hall, the lines blurred and it was a free for all. It was awful. I had to choose a line of course. How do I choose? I look and check the counters. Maybe choosing the officers who were younger would be the best. Maybe when you’re younger, you’re faster and less particular about what you look at in the forms? But that older guy in the center looked like he was letting everyone through at a fast clip, so maybe he is the guy to choose. But this one line by the far wall looked like they were served by two officers. Maybe I should go there. Decisions already! I choose one and stick to it. It takes me an hour and a half to get to my officer. It takes him literally 20 seconds to look at and stamp my passport. I take the elevators down to baggage claim, and then through customs and then to the taxi line, and find this: I’ve never seen the taxi line this busy before. The lines took the entire space from the exit to the far wall, and everyone looked like they were there forever, angry, looking hopeless, and resigned to their fate. Another freakin line. Everyone wanted to get in Bangkok tonight. I take matters into my own hands and fire up my Uber app. I know it is way more expensive to take Uber from the airport, but right now I didn't care. I look at my app and see there were some UberBLACK cars circling the area. I request for one and immediately a car accepts my ride: I make my way out side to the curb to wait for my ride. What I see was a sharp looking Toyota SUV in a sleek black color. The car stops and the driver gets out and takes my luggage and I get in the back. Very clean and nice, with the right amount of aircon. The driver confirms the address of my AirBNB condo for me and off we go. He was fast, darting through the busy Bangkok streets, and was able to avoid traffic. Pretty soon we were at the condo building and we was allowed to go in the gate entrance. He stops at the entrance and helps me with my luggage. He thanks me and wishes me a Happy New Year. He leaves the condo: The Uber flat rate for UberBLACK cars picking people up from the airport was 1000 baht. I looked at my app and see that I was only charged 378.37 baht for the whole ride: But 5 minutes later I got an email from Uber, adjusting the fare to 1000 baht. I was OK with that. I got rescued from Don Meaung hell by a big black savior, so I’d say that was a good use of my money. I go in the glass door entrance to the condo, and look for the lady host waiting for me with my keys to the condo unit. There was another person waiting for me, it was my prospective date for the White Party tonight. Remember when I told you that if BurBoy did not want to attend tonight’s party, that I was going to ask either X-Size’s ShanBoy or Jupiter’s MuscleBoy to accompany me? Well my choice was dutifully waiting for me, sitting on one of the couches. Who was it? Next post…

Day 8.25: Throwing Jade My alarm wakes me at 9 AM. My body still craved for more sleep, but it was time to wake up. I had to make my flight today, with Kaung and the drivers taking me to the airport. We were also going to stop by one more tourist place before saying goodbye to Myanmar, so I had to hurry and get prepared. The five and a half hours total sleep that I got tonight would be sufficient on most vacations, but right now, after a full day of travel, touring, and sexual exertion, not to mention the emotionally charged visit to the temple just 4 hours earlier, has given my body something to be tired about. I get up to go to the bathroom and prepare. I turn the lights on and I look in the mirror. I see it staring at me: a hickey on my neck. The dark red skin blemish was coin-sized and obvious. There was no hiding it, it was there for the whole world to see. There was only one person who could have done this: TallBurGuy, the ultra-passionate tall drink of water from last night. We got so carried away by the passion, and this was the result. I try rubbing on it to see if it will go away (it never does). I turn on the shower and try to not think about it. But of course the shower is a place for thinking, so my mind just goes through all sorts of things about this hickey. Oh my god, Kaung saw it this morning. He was accompanying me to a place of worship and I looked like a slut. Oh geez, what will BurBoy think? He will be furious! He will know that I had sex with another boy while he was away! My mind just comes up with all sorts of things. But there was no denying it. I have a hickey, it’s too much trouble hiding it, I enjoyed myself on the way to getting it, so I’ll just have to deal with the consequences. In the shower I scrub myself clean, rubbing on the hickey area in a lame attempt to get rid of it. I get dressed for the airport and dash to the top floor restaurant at the hotel. The Bagan King Hotel in Mandalay has disappointed me, with their policy of not allowing unregistered guests to visit you in your room. I felt it was preposterous, but whatever, I need to do my due diligence next time. Let’s see if the breakfast will redeem this hotel for me. I get up there and there were a few quests still having breakfast at 9:30. I get seated and I go to the buffet and see that they only have very few options on tap: Paltry options for breakfast meats, some scrambled eggs, some bread and some muffins, and four kinds of juices. They didn’t even have rice or congee to give it some variety. I make the most of it, and I fill up for the journey ahead. I look around the room and notice that they had the Yoke the puppets hanging tight. I am assuming they also have dinner shows like in Bagan Thande: Since it was on the 6th floor the restaurant at least had a good view of this part of the city. It looks more built up than Phnom Penh, but obviously less so than Yangon. I can see it is metropolitan enough for a 20-something professional like TallBurGuy, and I wouldn’t mind going back here to visit the city and the surrounding small towns, like the ancient capital Amarapura, as well as using it as a gateway to the northern states of Myanmar. The possibilities! I finish my unsatisfying breakfast and head back to the room to finish packing. After 5 minutes I get a call on my room phone. It was Kaung, telling me that he was downstairs. He was 15 minutes early. He asked if he could come up to the room. That was kind of strange, but I say yes. In 2 minutes he was knocking on my door. He comes in and asks me if I had breakfast and had a nice sleep. I told him yes to both and told him he was a little bit early because I was still packing. He said it was OK and said he will help me pack. He saw some of my souvenirs and clothes that was neatly piled on the side, and started putting them in my luggage. While he was doing that I looked around the room to see if there were any stragglers I have forgotten. After he successfully packs my luggage he looks around the room to check as well. He actually found one of my tour pamphlets and some dirty socks I forgot to pack. I finish packing with his help. When we were done and I was checking my passport and backpack, Kaung asks if he could use the soap I used for the shower. I said yes, he could. He then promptly takes off his shirt, revealing a golden brown torso, and heads to the bathroom to wash away a stain that was in one of the sleeves, using the spent soap I used to shower earlier. I am sure he was not coming on to me, and was genuinely just trying to wash a stain off his shirt, but having a cute, shirtless, 19-year-old boy alone with you in a hotel room is a little bit awkward if the context was not sexual, at least for me. He finished using the soap and puts his shirt back on. He takes my luggage and helps me down to reception. I check out and don’t have additional charges. I admire the Christmas Tree they still had up: Kaung already at the car helping the drivers put my luggage in the back. I get in beside Kaung. As we speed away I take a photo of the cute bellhop. Another reason to go back, if not to spend a night in his hotel (never again), at least to say hi to him: We still had one more stop before heading to the airport, the Jade Pagoda. Touted as the first, and only, pagoda in the world made entirely of jade, it’s a fairly new pagoda (finished in 2014). The whole site cost an excess of 10 million US dollars, so this was no joke. It takes us about 40 minutes to get from downtown Mandalay to the area, but once we get close we see a bunch of new construction. Kaung says that because of the pagoda, many have invested on building a mall and shops around the area, in anticipation of the mass of tourists and devotees to the Jade Pagoda: The car parks and we get charged an entrance fee by a cute but distracted ticket seller: Kaung goes with me and we enter the pagoda complex. And then we see it, the impressive Jade Pagoda. The Jade used were of varying purity, but the distinct jade color of the pagoda makes it one of the more unique pagoda I have ever seen: Gold is so overrated. I take a ton of photos, of course. The pagoda in various angles: There are also some bits of jade rock outcrops tastefully used to decorate the pedestals: There were four Jade and marble buddhas that are in temples in four sides of the pagoda. There is something about jade that makes these buddhas more unique than their traditional gold counterparts: The grounds around are also tastefully decorated. The green motif is really working for it, in combination with the green plants: Kaung and I tour the grounds, and pass by a park, a stage with another jade Buddha, this one standing: And then we discover a nook that had women (and some men) flocked to apply Thanaka: As my last primer for you guys on Myanmar culture, I would be remiss if I don’t talk about Thanaka, the yellowish-white cosmetic made from ground bark of thanaka wood. Some are sold as paste, but in its natural form it is sold as small logs, and you grind the log on “Kyauk pyin” or stone slabs, and wetting it lightly with water, is applied to the cheeks and forehead and nose in sometimes circular and attractive patterns. It is primarily used for sunscreen, but can also prevent acne and promote smooth skin. I have seen BurBoy use it while he Lined me during his one month in Myanmar. I bought him some Snail White sunscreen and he used that instead. Some stock photos of boys wearing Thanaka: As you can see, everyone was getting in the act. You can see small logs of thanaka, and some water, and the women grinding it one the big stone slab: before applying it on their faces: Kaung warns me that it is time to leave for the airport. I bid goodbye to my last Myanmar landmark. As we leave I take a photo of this big Myanmar family, proudly wearing their traditional Burmese garb, getting their photo taken in front of their newest landmark. I get a tinge of sentimentality. It was New Year’s Eve, and I was apart from my friends and family. But in a few hours I will be reunited with BurBoy, hopefully still happy to see me, in a different country: Thailand, in different circumstances: the White Party and Silom, but hopefully with the same feelings of love and caring. Next, Bangkok, and playing with fire…

Nice thoughts on a holiday Monday morning in California. The BF is still asleep, and naturally I am awake and sipping coffee. I only wanted this to be a short reply, but I am physically unable to keep anything short, so apologies for the looooong reply. Feel free to skip. Thank you DivineMadman for the very thoughtful inquiry on the peculiar quandary that I find myself in. I like presenting a lot of detail in my Trip Reports because this is the only way I know how to write about such things. It’s both catharsis and a creative outlet for me. Interestingly enough, however many details are presented in here, I do not lay out the whole story, due to the limitations of the medium, and the interest of keeping my privacy. I reveal enough to make the story both coherent and relatable, but obviously a lot of other details have been left out, for a variety of reasons. Some of them may be personal, others because they are not relevant to the current day’s narrative, but most of them are because they are just normal, boring, life things. The current quandary I am in is very complex, and not as cut-and-dry as I would like, and probably looks messy at first inspection. What you have just described is a fair assessment of the situation, as it has been laid out in the report. I do not write about BurBoy’s feelings as much, and that goes the same with my BF, who is the invisible presence that looms over everything I do in life, and that's my fault. It is clear that my BF and I do not have a “traditional” relationship (monogamy, among a myriad of other things, lacking), but it is perfect for us, and has worked for the almost 9 years we have been together. It fits our goals for what a long-term relationship should be, warts and all. BurBoy is different. He is the exquisite creature that has outlasted all the seemingly silly boys that have tried to alter my reality. And there is a big reason for him lasting as long as he has: no asking for commitments, no demands to be my boyfriend, at least when I am not in Bangkok, and does not need my money outside of our holiday excursions. I think the problem lies in my deception when I am with him. He does not want me to have sex with other boys while I am with him. He is very possessive; therefore I have to manufacture alone time away from him in order to fuck other boys. Not good on my part, but that is where I am right now. I hate talking about him like this, but it’s probably healthy for me if I do. In my reality BurBoy is as much a boyfriend as is my American BF. The caring is there, the love is there, and there are lots of both. Total honesty is not, never has been, and probably never will be there till the very end. I am not fully honest with my BF as well, even with his access of my writings on here. BurBoy, similarly, chooses not to know about what I do when I am back here in America, and though we talk daily, constantly, even on video chat once in a while, he does not ask too much about what I do in America. I think it is equal parts him not being interested and also not wanting to know. It’s that reason why this relationship with BurBoy, like with the BF, has lasted as long as it has: it just works. I wish I could write about the 16 months that BurBoy and I have known each other. Knowing the development of the relationship probably will give you guys more insight on why it has worked, even with constant deception. All that time together, and apart, has lead us to this point. I have resisted this boyfriend thing with him for the longest time, for a lot of reasons of course, but the most of all, its because it is not a clean-cut “traditional” relationship. We both know there will be an end to this. There are no conversations about the future, or growing old together, or him moving to America or me moving to SE Asia. But there is a lot of love, support, and yes sex, in the meantime. Not a lot of honesty, and that is mostly my fault. Realistically, for all I know he has a side Farang (or I am the one on the side, who knows). I don’t care. Should I? Maybe. But that is not me. ggobkk has said it best, that living is messy business. It starts out that way: childbirth is messy, and painful, and sometimes fatal. But we have to go though it anyway, in order to live, to move on, and to continue on breathing and creating and make mistakes all over again. This might be the biggest mistake I will ever do in my life. And I won’t have it any other way.