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Well, I have most of the posts written up, but feel that posting my smutty stories now would seem like disrespect in light of recent events. What is the grace period for these things? I don't want to be rude.

Day 7.4: Another Dream Boy I think I’ve forgotten to sleep without having sex before. Another nap induced by cumming. I wake up and again I forget where I was or who I was with. I look at the time and it was 9 PM. I think for a minute as to what I was doing tonight, and who I was doing tonight. The boy next to me sits up and asks “Wake up, na?” That distinctive voice and unique accent was a clue. I look at him and his eyes were big and wide. Those eyes can only be Myanmar Boy (BurBoy). I pull him towards me to kiss him. He kisses me passionately and then lays on top of me. I feel his crotch and again he is hard. Man he is one horny boy. I think my libido is pretty healthy but it is still pales in comparison to a constantly horny 22 year old. I tell him I wanted to go back to Hot Male today to see paulsf and maybe some other GayThailand forum members. He asked if we can go dance at a club tonight. I tell him of course but I wanted to see a boy show before dancing. It looks like I wasn’t going to be able to off any boy in a boy bar the rest of this trip, but nothing is stopping me from seeing a boy show every night. I think the plan is to go to Hot Male and say hi to the forum members, see a boy show, maybe Dream Boy, since it was just next door, and then go to D.J. Station to get our boogie on. I tell BurBoy to shower first and then I’ll join him. He asks if we can do together. I think about it for a minute and then say that he should go alone. I am sure sex will be in the agenda again if I join him and I kind of don’t want my dick to fall off from having too much sex at the moment. While he was in the bathroom I looked at work emails for a bit. I use the other bathroom and do my business and then shower and style my hair etc. While we try on a few shirts for the night, I ask him again why he does not work in a gogo bar. Before moving in with his farang, he worked at a restaurant, one that paid him only 5000 baht a month. He gets tips from customers once in a while but of course these tips were tiny compared to the tips a boy gets for a short or long time off. I tell him: He is gorgeous, has a knockout body, great cock and ass, and a healthy libido. Why not work at a gogo bar for a few months? He says he doesn’t like working in a gogo bar because it is hard work. He thinks he cannot have sex on demand with just anyone. He uttered a phrase that stuck with me when he first uttered it to me when I asked him the same question, this time in Line, a few months ago: He distills the entirety of the work of a money boy to just four words: “I wait customer cum.” He says that the few customers he has gotten on the apps, the goal was the same: he has to do what it takes to get the customer to cum. He elaborates that at least on Grindr when he gets customers he can choose the guy, or reject a guy, in the safe confines of his phone. But the money boy work is just not for him, so that’s why restaurant work was good enough for him for a while. He understands that he can get a lot of money if he worked at a gogo bar, but he does dream about going back to Myanmar and making his way there. Just like Cambodia Boy (CB) needing a scooter to take him out of the business, and Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG), paying down his debt that could take him out of Dream Boy, BurBoy has gotten enough money in the two+ months he stayed with his farang so he can relocate in Myanmar and start a new life. We both choose to wear t-shirts, shorts and tennis shoes to the bar. This is one of the things I like about BurBoy. He wears the same clothes as me. I don’t stick out like a sore thumb. We head down to Surawong Rd and head towards Soi Twilight. BurBoy takes my hand and we walk holding hands down Surawong Rd. It was kind of warm tonight with the rains not coming. It was almost 10 PM when we get to the Soi. We spot paulsf right away at the Hot Male beer bar and we say our hellos. paulsf then looks at the fellow farang next to him and he points to me: “It’s him!” he says to his friend. I introduce myself as numazu and he says the he is ggobkk. Another forum member. I was glad and shook his hand. We talk a little bit and got some compliments from them about my writing. You guys are so nice. We order drinks (rum and coke and a beer). So I will let ggobkk talk about the night (from his own trip report): I never think about BurBoy being publicly affectionate to me until I read it from ggobkk’s report. Why yes he is very publicly affectionate. He always has a hand connected to me. Be it a hand in my hand, his shoulder leaned over to me, or an arm around me. I talk to paulsf and ggobkk for a while, and we were surrounded by Viet boys, but the whole time BurBoy was a constant presence, holding my hand, hugging me once in a while, or putting an arm on my thigh. It was almost 10:30 PM and it was time for the both of us to see half-naked boys strut their stuff at Dream Boy. I bid paulsf and ggobkk goodbye and thanked them for their company. I bid ggobkk good luck on his travels and tell paulsf that I will see him later. I take BurBoy’s hand and we head over to Dream Boy. A couple of touts pretty much lift us up to the stairs that leads to Dream Boy. It was almost 10:30 PM on a Friday night, and as expected, the place was packed with customers. It was probably 80% Asian customers, with a smattering of old and younger farang also in attendance. My familiar mamasan sees me right away and immediately looks for good seats for us. He finds one free space in one of the first row benches near the stage. There were two customers that weren’t together and there was a space in between them. The mamasan takes a chair and puts it next to the row. He then asks the customer at the end of the row to sit on the chair. He does and we sit in between the customers. I kind of felt bad for the farang that was displaced but he seemed to be OK with it. The mamasan asks what we wanted to drink (rum and coke and gin and tonic), and pretty soon we get our drinks. The show has not started yet and (seemingly) a hundred boys were onstage in really fetching white underwear and advertising their wares. DTG was not there tonight, but two former offs were there. I point them out to BurBoy, telling him that I offed them in the past. Both of the boys were muscular and tall. He asks “They lady for you?” Yes, they bottomed for me. “Sure?” Yes. I guess tall muscular boys weren’t supposed to be bottoms. I assured BurBoy that they weren’t very good. He tells me “You no need them, na. You have me, na.” I say yes, I don’t need them anymore. Boys everywhere and not a drop to drink. The mamasan gets my attention and points to the boys and asks me “What boy you want tonight?” I tell him I am not getting anyone tonight because I was with my “boyfriend.” He looks at both at us and puts two fingers together and asks “Boyfriend?” I say yes we are together. He gives me an incredulous look, probably due to my history of offing one guys after another here, but he smiles and says he understands and leaves us alone. The lights dim to signify that the show is about to start, and the boys onstage scatter like cockroaches after someone turns on the basement light. The familiar warnings about not using your cellphone while the show was going on was uttered. I always get a kick out of when the farang owner says his spiel. DTG has told me that maybe the owner wants to retire soon, but has no one to turn over the bar to. DTG knows that the owner has a shitload of money enough to stop supervising the bar a long time ago, but he is still here. DTG suspects that he continues to be an active part of the bar because he pities the boys and wants to make sure that they are taken cared of. He does not know what will happen to the boys if he quits Dream Boy. I bet most, if not all the bars in Thailand are operated like a family business. I bet you get more loyalty and a better work product if you treat your employees like family. The show starts and all the familiar numbers come. I did notice that while the numbers were new, the boys were a little bit more attractive than before. In a previous trip, while watching the Dream Boy Show, a farang friend of mine remarked that some of the dancers were “unfortunate looking” and had no business being in a gogo boy bar. Looking at the dancers now, at least even the least attractive ones were at least average looking, and one or two were actually very good looking and muscular. As usual they start with their big cock show, and there were probably 25 to 30 boys who paraded with their cocks out, some wrapped in condoms, and some without. I, of course, loved being as close to the stage as we were, as the cocks were literally waved in front of our faces. The boy dances were pretty much the same, which was kind of a bummer. Same “Magic Mike” cowboy striptease featuring one of the “non-offable” gorgeous guy and three other guys. Same dance with five dancers in g-strings that were taken away to reveal hard-ons. Same dance of six guys, under a black light, with artistically painted neon figures painted on their naked bodies. I wish they mix it up a bit and change their numbers. Or maybe I go to this bar too much. BurBoy was again intently observing the nakedness of the boys, occasionally commenting on “Very big cock” or “One pack tummy” or “Why he work here.” Half the entertainment for me was listening to his comments. The non-boy numbers were also predictable. There were two comedy skits by the five lady boys with varying degrees of beauty and fitness. First one was a beauty pageant, the next one was a comedy skit with audience participation. They asked this really hot Taiwanese customer to participate. It was nice to see the boy overcome his shyness and actually fully commit to the skit. And it was nice to see him get into compromising positions while the lady boys try to molest him. I hope they comped him his drink for that humiliation. The only thing that changed was probably the very elaborate dance numbers by their resident dancers. And no, these were not just like the boy dancers, they seem to be “professional” dancers because they can execute their choreography pretty well. And the choreography was pretty good as well. The costumes are very elaborate, and one of the two numbers featuring wire-flying. I do worry about the safety of these dancers while using the wire. When was the last time that wire had a safety inspection? These are the things that go through my head when I frequent a gay bar too much. The show ends and the boys go back onstage. It was 11:45 PM when it ends. I call on the mamasan to get our bill. The call for the show continuing downstairs at Boys Bangkok was being announced. I pay the 800 baht for two drinks. I give 50 baht as a tip to the mamasan. BurBoy and the mamasan talk for a short while in Thai as we leave. I guess its D.J. Station time. To be continued…

Day 7.0: BurBoy with the Good Hair* Today was the day to do nothing. I love filling my vacations with countless activities to rack up at the memories. But sometimes, you just need to do nothing. Recharge the batteries. Stop and smell the roses. This was the day for it. Actually this might be the next four days for it. I plan on just hanging out with my Myanmar Boy (BurBoy) and bask in his love. So no alarms set this morning. I was staying at an AirBNB condo, so no cleaning ladies to knock at our door to ask us if we needed the room cleaned. It was my chance to get a full 8 hours or more of rest. And I do, waking up at 12:15 PM, feeling refreshed, and very hungry. I look to my right and see BurBoy, all curled up and under the covers, cold from the condo’s aircon. I always want the room cooler than what my current partner’s is comfortable with, but that’s what thick comforters are for. I slowly wake him up by the only way I know how. I start stroking his cock, big even asleep, and it grows to the thickness I have been used to. I swim under the covers and put the cock in my mouth. After 2 minutes my jaw couldn’t take it anymore and I stop chowing down on his dick. I look up and he has his eyes still closed. He then says “Hello, baby.” And then giggles. “What you want? You want sex?” I say maybe. He throws away the covers and reveals his perfect body and hard cock. He moves closer to kiss me. We have a quick but passionate chuck-wow session to take care of our morning wood. We wipe down and clean up. I tell him I was really hungry. We get dressed and get ready to head out for breakfast. I was feeling some eggs and bacon this morning, and a coffee would probably be heavenly as well. I whip out my phone and look for a café that had these things. It was almost 1 PM so not everyone was serving breakfast anymore. BurBoy tells me to stop looking at my phone and just “look outside for eat.” I can’t argue with this kind of common sense. I go to my bathroom and brush my teeth and we are on our way out the door. We get on Surawong Rd and head in the direction to Soi Twilight and start hunting for food. We find a nice café at the other side of the street called Bunfe Café. It looked fairly modern so this may work for my cravings this morning. We head inside and the décor would fit any other café in the USA: We order at the counter and sit down. The cashier/waiter was pretty cute and young and tall. I get the American breakfast that had a croissant with butter, ham, sausages and an egg. BurBoy gets a pasta dish with cream sauce and ham. I get my coffee and he gets two kinds of juices. While we wait for our food we see that there were three Thai ladies sitting in the corner table having a meeting and sipping coffee. On the other side of the café there was a farang couple eating their breakfast. We get out drink orders first, but it takes some time to get our food, but it was worth it: BurBoy complains “Why long?” I tell him I had no idea. We both dig in and savor the food. We have a pleasant conversation about Cambodia and Myanmar. He tells me that he finds the sound of the Khmer language funny. He says a few words in Khmer, in perfect tone and cadence and I was impressed. He says that its funny how jagged and guttural most Khmer sentences sound. I ask him why he was familiar with this. He says he lived with a Khmer roommate for a few months and he would be exposed to lengthy Khmer phone calls that his roommate had with his Khmer friends and family. He says he finds his own language more soothing and smooth sounding. I tell him I want to do some errands today. I wanted to get a haircut, and I told him that he was more than welcome to get one himself. He asks where will I go for a haircut. I tell him my favorite has always been Cutey and Beauty in Thaniya Plaza. I like going to this salon, because you can go here for not just a haircut, but also your waxing, manicure and pedicure and foot massage needs. I usually go the morning after I arrive from America for some much needed pampering. I get a fresh haircut, maybe a mani and pedi, and sometimes a foot massage and a facial. At their website at http://cuteyandbeauty.com/service.php they have a couple of “Jet Lag” specials obviously marketed to the upmarket farang. The prices are not cheap, but for the visiting farang, it is still cheaper than comparable service back home. We finish our food and drinks, and I tell BurBoy I am still hungry. He laughs and says he was a little hungry as well. I tell him we will have something to eat later. I pay up for the meals (600 baht total) and we make our way to Thaniya Plaza. Walking through Soi Thaniya is always a treat. It always looks different in the day as it does at night. We head into the building and take the escalators up to the 3rd floor to the Cutey and Beauty floor. We go through the golf supply stores and kiosks that litter the floor. It was BurBoy’s first time in this plaza so he was curiously scanning the area. He looks at the merchandise and looks me and asks “What is golf?” I point to some photos and explain what golf was. He asks if I played golf. I said I didn’t, but maybe in the future. We get to Cutey and Beauty and there were no customers. We both get greetings in Thai and I answer in English. I asked for a haircut, and told the barber that BurBoy needed one as well. BurBoy talks to him in Thai and they exchange a few sentences before one of the helpers asked me if I wanted water. I said no I was good, but BurBoy answered and he was given a bottled water. I tell BurBoy he should be first, so one of the helpers leads him to the sinks in the back to wash his hair. He emerges with a towel on his head, and sits down to start the haircut. After a few directions from BurBoy, the barber starts cutting his hair. BurBoy then has a jovial conversation with the barber in Thai. I had no idea what they were talking about, but it was clear that the barber was enjoying his conversation with BurBoy. I know BurBoy can charm the pants off just about anyone, and his personality is one of his main strengths. The helpers were listening in to the conversation. He gets a trendy cut, and having a fresh haircut makes him look even younger than he already does. He gets his hair washed again to get rid of the stray hair and he gets his hair styled by the barber. It was my turn and after getting my hair washed as well, the barber asks me what I wanted. I begin telling him, and BurBoy chimes in, in Thai, what he thought I liked. I have had a haircut with BurBoy before in Phuket, so he probably remembered how I liked it. The barber does a good job making me look human, and BurBoy did a good job describing how I wanted my hair. Wash, rinse, style. I pay up (400 baht X2), and give the barber a 100 baht tip. The barber wais and BurBoy says his Thai goodbyes and we leave. BurBoy complimented me on my new haircut and kissed my cheek. BurBoy tells me that they thought I was Thai. He said they were talking about me for a bit and he explained that I was American and we were “boyfriends” and we knew each other for almost a year now. They were curious about him as well and asked him if he belonged to any bar and he said no and told them what he did. He assured me that they didn’t say anything bad about me or judged me in any way. I thanked him for saying kind things about me and for explaining what kind of haircut I liked. We walk back to the condo and talk about what we wanted to do today. I tell him I had no plans today so if he wanted to do something let me know. He says he wanted to check out the gym and the pool at the condo. I tell him this sounded great. We go by one of the 7-11’s on the way and get some snacks and waters. BurBoy shows me a Meiji chocolate protein drink, I tell him good idea because we are going to the gym. He shows me some frozen dinners that he thought we could heat up in the microwave at the condo. I point to a chicken and basil with rice, and he gets a shrimp omelette with rice. We pay up and he carries all the bags for me. We get back to the room and change to gym clothes. I wore a sleeveless moisture wicking shirt, gym shorts and tennis shoes. He wears a tank top, his normal shorts and his tennis shoes as well. We open up our protein drinks and start drinking it on the way to the gym. We get to the floor where the pool and gym were and it turns out they were by the offices where we met the receptionist lady. I did not notice the pool there before. It was 3 PM on a Friday, and there was no one in the pool or the gym. The gym was fairly small, but it was good enough for two people working out together (website photo): We start doing weights and working out and BurBoy works up a sweat. He takes off his tank top AND shorts and works out in his speedos, which he had underneath his shorts. I was not complaining, of course. His tan body and muscular frame looked good tense and straining while working those weights. I had no choice but take pictures, of course. It was my moral obligation to record this kind of beauty for posterity. He posed, with and without dumbells in his hands. I can’t show you guys any of the photos, of course, but sufficed to say I will cherish these photos forever. After 45 minutes of weights and photos and giggling and laughing we are done with the gym. We go back to the room and I put on my swimsuit (shorts) and we both take a short shower to clean up. We wrap both our bodies in towels and head back to the pool. The pool, like the gym, was small, but again, good enough for two boys. We take a dip and the water was lukewarm but fine (website photo): This brings back memories of my crazy week with BurBoy in Phuket. We stayed at the Holiday Inn Resorts Phuket, and it had 10 pools or something crazy. Our room was one of the villas that was connected to a more secluded pool that you can access directly from the room. We spent a lot of time swimming and kissing and drinking and laughing in that pool. We didn’t care about the other guests, and they didn’t seem to mind. Noone was there with us so we had a similar experience. The pool was smaller so no laps were done. And there was no swim-up bar so no alcohol was to be had. But the same affection, the kissing, hugging, laughing, and conversation happened. I didn’t need drinks or laps to enjoy BurBoy. As long as I was with him, I know I’ll have an enjoyable time. It was past 5 PM when we were done. We get to the room he said he was hungry and wanted to heat up the dinners. I grab both meals from the freezer and heat up the food. I take two plates that were in the kitchen cupboard and emptied the plastic trays to put the entrees in the plates. I take two spoons and forks from the silverware drawer and I put everything on the dining table. We have a pleasant mini-dinner and my chicken and basil was actually pretty good and spicy. After dinner we get in the shower to wash off the pool water off of our bodies. He grabs the soap and starts soaping me up. He takes particular attention to my cock and makes it grow. He was up to something. He was horny again. He chuck-wows me and kisses me. I take the soap from him and soap him down. He is already hard and is liking my hands all over his body. He takes the soap again and his hands makes their way to my back. He soaps my ass and then works my hole. I let him put a finger in. After a lot of kissing, caressing and touching, we rinse and towel dry. I have to skip describing this part. It was all hot and sexy and great. But he wanted to fuck me, so I let him. I wanted to make him happy. I am not a good bottom, but I took it like a champ. And he looked like an alpha stud thrusting in and out of me. He came in the condom. It was worth the slight pain and discomfort. I take a quick shower to rinse my ass and he helps me soap down. We both collapse back into the bed and take a nap. To be continued… *plus points if you get this reference

I have confirmed that CB wants a new motorbike. He said that used ones are "no good" and there is a specific color and model he wants to buy. I guess it is a status symbol for him as well. I remember being affected by status symbols in my 20s. Not so much now in my 30s, though love buying the occasional nice kicks once in a while. Haha thanks anddy for catching those. I don't have an editor and hardly re-read these to catch errors so allow me a few mistakes once in a while . I am no gear head, so I will defer to those of you know these things to talk about this. I could have just said "exhaust fumes" . I love seeing a country through a local's eyes because I always discover things that run-of-the-mill tourist guides usually don't show tourists. But also love traveling along and discovering things for myself. So a healthy combination of both is usually nice. I had constant company this trip so I need some balance next time. Thanks guys. The pressure is mounting! Unfortunately its constantly BurBoy posts from this point. Maybe its still interesting, I am not sure. So far it looks like you guys still like it. I like writing all this for myself, and love that you guys like it as well. I am eager to finish though so I can move on to planning my new trip . Me too hahaha.

Thanks JustBrent. I love that a number of lurker became members citing my trip report as the reason they joined. I forget that the lurkers are the majority of the people who read the report. I am not an expert and skip a number of significant venues like massage places and saunas but luckily other posters here are free to share their experiences. In time I hope you can contribute too, we always love reading about other people's experiences. BTW I look Thai too and get mistaken for one 80% of the time in Thailand, and even when I was in Cambodia. I've gotten over my shyness a long time ago and the beauty of going to Thailand, or traveling to a new country, is that no one knows you there so you can be whoever you want to be, even someone more social than what you are usually back home. And Jomtien and Pattaya are awesome!

Day 6.9: The Remains of the Day Just a primer on my Myanmar Boy (BurBoy): Its important to know why I am smitten with this guy, because I am choosing to be with him now instead of Cambodia Guy (CB) or Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG), two boys I hold in high regard. BurBoy embodies what I keep going back to Thailand for: his youth (22, looks younger) keeps me feeling younger than my 35, his physique (lean and taut muscle, effortless musculature) keeps me horny to no end, his face (large expressive eyes, pleasant features, amazing smile) keeps me staring at it with awe, and his heart (very generous, loves intimacy) seems to love me. So the rush of love I feel when I see him can only be surpassed by the rush I feel for another person: my BF. The rush is akin to suddenly figuring out that everything is going to be alright. Just seeing their faces, their familiar profiles, their familiar voice, fills me with comfort. So that’s what I am feeling right now, right here in Bangkok, on the eternally busy Silom Rd, in the middle of the night market. In a city filled with delights and sensations that can only be found in this part of the earth, I only wanted to be with him. Sure, I need the newness of a “fresh boy” once in a while, and will continue to do so in future trips, but right now I want to bask in the glow of BurBoy’s attention. I see him, at a night market stall, looking at underwear, his giant backpack on his back. I sneak up to him and casually put my arm around him. He freezes and then looks at me and breaks out that giant smile of his. He hugs me and kisses my cheek. He asks how my flight was. I tell him it was uneventful. He then asks what we were doing next. I tell him we should go to the condo and he should drop off his bag, freshen up and then I told him I wanted to check out a boy show. After that we can get something to eat. As we walk back to the condo, BurBoy holds my hand, sometimes puts his arm around me, sometimes leans in for a kiss. As I have said before, he is not shy with public show of affection. We get to the condo and the he says hi to the guard. I wonder what the guard thinks about me and my ever changing companions. He probably has seen much much worse. We get to the condo and he puts his bag in the corner and plops himself on the couch. “Sex?” he asks me. Now? “Yes, I no chuck wow for 4 days.” I love that. But not now I need to see my friend paulsf at Hot Male. “Why now? Not later?” No he probably is there for the Hot Male show so we can meet him at the bar. “Hot Male like Tawan? Big boy with one pack?” No, Hot Male is a boy bar. More boys, small, not big like Tawan. “You want threesome tonight?” No, I know you joke me. “Yes I no like threesome.” I’ve been planning to meet paulsf, as well as other Gay Thailand forum members, this trip. It’s nice to put faces to names. paulsf is the resident Hot Male expert so where better to meet than at Hot Male. It was almost 10:30 PM, the time of the show, so we walk hurriedly on Surawong Rd. We get to Hot Male and immediately was pulled in by a tout. I believe that their tout is the most aggressive of the Soi. He has an advantage. His bar is one of the closest to the entrance of the Soi, so he only has to pull you a short distance. We get to Hot Male and it was half filled with customers. This was the most customers I’ve seen this bar have ever in the handful of times I’ve been to this bar. We get seated in a good seat right in the center of the non-smoking section of the bar. There were a good selection of boys, all Thais I’ve been told, and they ranged from rail-thin to muscular adonises to a little bit chunky. I obviously gravitated towards the adonises, and guessed that they were all straight and all tops. BurBoy was busily scanning the boys as well. He sees one or two he likes and tells me that they are cute. He says he wouldn’t mind topping those two. He and I had the same taste as I also wanted to top those two. I told him what I guessed, that they were all straight and tops. “I think they are man. Not woman.” I tell him. He says “Really? That no good. I no like.” I no like too. I don’t see paulsf in the bar. Did I go on the wrong night? I scan his messages to me and I confirmed that it was today that we talked about meeting. I message one of his viet friends on WhatsApp and the boy immediately responds. He says that paulsf was with him and they were just eating dinner. I told him I was at Hot Male watching the show. He said that they will be back to Hot Male after dinner. So we watch the show while we wait. The show was the same as last time I was there: At 10:30 PM was the longer show of course, but it was more or less the same. Again, I missed the Viet boys that I saw in the bar last April, even if I haven’t offed any of them, or anyone in this bar. My thoughts of Hot Male last trip: BurBoy was stifling giggles in some of the numbers. Perhaps some of it was just too much for him. He is not a bar boy, so this is potentially all new to him. The show ends and the boys go back onstage to advertise their wares. We pay up our drinks (800 baht) and head down to the Hot Male beer bar. I see paulsf with his viet friend and we talk about the night. It’s nice to talk to a forum member, and sharing some stories of our experiences is always a treat. He tells me there were other forum members who were in the beer bar earlier. I apologized for being late but I was dealing with my quest for a second boy that didn’t pan out. We talk some more before I tell him that we have to eat dinner. I was hungry and I bet BurBoy was as well. I tell paulsf that we will be back tomorrow, and I am hoping I will remember to be early this time. I ask BurBoy what he wanted to eat. He told me he wants some Thai food but did not want to get street food. It was almost 12 midnight now so our choices are limited, so there was only one location I thought would be good: Foodland Patpong. Its my go-to for cheap, fast and late-night fare. We head over to Patpong and we get to Foodland. As two very hungry boys we order five things between us. I had the foresight to sit in a table for four because my experience in this restaurant has been that I go with boys that order a ton of food, and sitting in a table for two is too small for all the food. The food comes we devour the food. In between bites BurBoy asks me about how I know paulsf. I don’t tell him about our little forum here so I make up some story about meeting him in a previous trip. He is very perceptive, and naturally curious, something I adore about him. He sincerely wants to know about me, my life, my associations and my passions. Over dinner I show him photos of Cambodia. I tell him about the Killing Fields, something he has some idea of, and showed him some photos. Then I show Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm and he liked the stunning photos I showed him. I had to skip a ton of photos in my phone because they were of my Khmer boys. I almost slipped up and almost showed him an incriminating photo. I need to put my wholesome Cambodia photos in a separate folder so I can show it to other people. That’s what I usually do when showing photos to my BF. “Do you want to see Myanmar with me?” Of course! I always wanted to see it. “I can show you Yangon and Bagan when you visit me next time.” Yes because you are moving to Myanmar after I leave this trip. “Yes I want to live my country again.” I think I can come December. I tell him I can plan on going to Myanmar when I get back to America after this trip. We finish up our dinner and our conversation and we head back to the condo. It was almost 1 AM and the frenzied activities of the past 6 days was bearing down on me. I was with BurBoy 5 nights ago in Bangkok, and now I find myself in his arms again. A ton of things happened in between those 5 nights of course, and all that sex and touring and late nights drinking and bars and flights and kinetic Khmer boys is now hanging on to me like an anvil. I tell BurBoy that we should have a quiet night tonight. He says it was OK but he reminded me of the quiet night we had 5 nights ago, when I was jet-lagged. I laugh and tell him that I owed him an exciting night or four, and he will get this starting tomorrow night. Right now I wouldn't mind getting to the condo and just relaxing. We get to the condo and I took of my shoes and shorts and sat down on the bed. BurBoy immediately takes off all his clothes except his briefs and sits beside me. We talk a bit about Myanmar again. He shows me some photos of Yangon and what he likes about it. He explains to me the differences in Bangkok and Yangon. I get excited about the prospect of visiting the city, and visiting it with him. He then puts his arm around me and kisses my cheek. Then my lips. Then my neck. He kisses me deeply and puts his phone down. He sits on my lap and we continue kissing. I reach in and feel his crotch. He is rock hard. There was no denying the boy. He wanted it now. I reach in a stroke his cock and take it out of his briefs. I take off his briefs and revel in his nakedness. I take his cock and peel back the foreskin: he was already leaking pre-cum. I slurp it up and take the whole cock in my mouth. After a while he takes his cock out of my mouth and he takes off my boxers and shirt. He licks me all over: neck, nipples, tummy, and cock. He is familiar with me and what I like. He sucks me and puts it all in his mouth. We both roll around in the bed, take turns sucking each other. I rim him and the mixture of him and sweat make me crazy. I continue to rim him as he chuck-wows himself. After 10 minutes of this he cums and cum dribbles on his crotch and balls. I slurp up some of the cum clean it up. I take my own cock and chuck-wow till I cum on him as well. He takes me to the shower and soaps me down as he usually does. He soaps up my butt and tells me that he will "fuck me tomorrow." I tell him maybe. I am not a bottom, but I have bottomed for him once before. I tell him I will try. We have five days together. I am sure we will have plenty of time to try.

I voted both. Yes I can get all I need online, and no I will miss the bar scene and atmosphere. If I was just starting out with my journey to Thailand as a first timer, if the sex trade is less visible, then I would probably be more intimidated by it not being as accessible as it has been. The beauty of the sex tourist industry in Thailand is that it doesn't have a steep learning curve to get into it, and having these conduits to get sex cheaply and readily (be it gogo bar, beer bar, or massage place) does make it easy for a first timer. If it happened in the next few months, I would still continue to come. I have my base of boys to visit (DTG, Thai boys of trips past, not to mention CB and BurBoy), I have Grindr and PlanetRomeo to lean on (and have had plenty of great free sex and paid sex), and really, the country will continue to be amazing. The people, the culture, and the overall atmosphere will make me want to go back. At a sole per minute basis I only spend about 1/16th of my waking time in these more "visible" sex tourist places. The rest I spend sampling their delicious food, touring their awe-inspiring places, and getting to know their amazing local citizens (be it in sex, bowling, disco etc.). Also, the relative "openness" of the country to gay people makes it a frequent stopover for most of the (Asian) region's gay men who find their own countries (too muslim, too communist, too puritan) too restricting to their natural selves. Parties like White Party Bangkok in December and Sonkgran in April, as well as the kick-ass discos like DJ Station and G.O.D. are also conduits to get some tail. Having said that, there is really nothing else like it in the world like Thailand in terms of their gay sex tourist infrastructure. For me, it's one of the the best, if not the best. I love bringing my first-timer farang friends to a gogo bar (Dream Boy or Jupiter most likely) and show them the wonders of this part of the country. I love seeing their eyes bug out of their sockets upon witnessing the majesty of seeing the boys in their natural best. There is nothing else like it in the world.

Day 6.6: The Search for Mister Right Now Sleep was just what the doctor ordered. Nothing like a cumming induced slumber to refresh you for more. I wake up and see that outside it was getting dark. I look at the time and it was 6:30 PM. For a moment I forget where I was and who I was with. How many times have I woken up from a nap on an unfamiliar bed, naked, with a boy by my side? This could be Bangkok or Pattaya or even any hotel I’ve stayed in while on a work trip. The boy wakes up and smiles at me. In the dark room his wide gorgeous smile was blindingly adorable. There was only one boy with a smile like that. Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) gets closer and hugs me. I feel my torso and there was stray cum that dried up in some places. I tell DTG and he laughs. He feels my torso and wipes away the dried cum. He asks what my plans were. I tell him I may see a boy show before Myanmar Boy (BurBoy) comes later tonight. I ask him if he was working today, he said yes, since he was in the area anyway. He has taken a nap so he will have the energy to be up till the wee hours of the morning in the bar and with a customer. Its Thursday night so there might be more customers. This was not the trip where I spend a lot of time with DTG. But I was glad I was able to see him today. Cambodia Boy and BurBoy occupy a huge space in my heart right now, but maybe those two will fade away like other boys have. Having a boyfriend protects me from getting too close to the boys, but I like playing at the edge between intimacy and commitment. I’ve been successful these past two years. DTG may actually be the boy that will give me the most trouble, because he is the full package in terms of looks, heart, and mind. We talk more in bed about many things before we get up and start getting ready. DTG goes to the bathroom to take a shower and be fresh for tonight’s customers. I put on clothes and get rid of the evidence of our activities. He puts on clothes and tells me he usually eats before work because there is usually no chance to eat when he gets to the bar, especially if there are customers who want him to sit with them while they drink. I tell him that I will go with him to eat but won’t have anything myself because I wasn’t hungry. We make our way to Surawong Rd and comment on how nice it was tonight. It wasn’t too hot and the recent rain made the air crisp and fresh. The street vendors are out in full force catering to the dinner crowd. We get to Soi Twilight and DTG realizes something. He says we probably shouldn’t let anyone from Dream Boy see us because when they see me with him they will ask him for my off fee. I did not off him from the bar and saw him on his own time, but I guess the bar want their 650 baht no matter when you off the boy. We pick a street vendor about a 15 feet away from Soi Twilight, and we sit down and DTG orders some spicy chicken noodle soup. The smell of the undoubtedly delicious soup was tempting, but I knew I needed to wait to eat again. I’ve eaten too much in Cambodia and don’t want to let everything go just yet. I know I am on vacation but I still wanted to fit in my clothes. We talk more during dinner, again about everything. He has been game to ask me questions about my work and my hobbies and interests and I am always amazed at his well-roundedness and intelligence. We probably spent about 45 minutes there talking and laughing and having a good time. I looked at the time and it was 8:15 PM. Time flies when you are having fun. I give him 3000 baht for his time. That is his usual long time fee from me, which I felt this was. He took the time to go to the airport to meet me, and spent time with me on his free time before work, so I thought this was appropriate. He hugs me and tells me that if he wanted to see me again for a little bit he would appreciate it. Maybe before I leave he says. I tell him of course, I will do my best. I will see him again this trip. He says goodbye and walks to Soi Twilight to go to work. I tail him, careful to not appear that I was with him, and I enter the Soi. The Soi was just coming to life in this early evening. There were some people already at the Hot Male beer bar and Scorpion bar. The distinctive white tank tops of the Bangkok Massage boys were standing out in the distance. Touts were not as aggressive at this hour, and I was able to walk by the bars unmolested. I only had two hours or less to make things happen before BurBoy descends on my trip again. From my online conversations with forum members paulsf and ggobkk, they told me that a few bars are now welcoming non-Thais back into their fold. The police raid of the Soi a few months ago meant that non-Thais were not allowed to work in the Soi for a while. Dream Boy does not have this problem as they only employ Thais. But bars like Fresh Boys and Hot Male were affected, and my visit last July was sub-par because I thought the mix of Thais and non-Thais made those bars a must-go for me. Now I heard from them that Hot Male has not welcomed back the non-Thais, but Fresh Boys now has, and even have employed some of the former Hot Male Viets. So I decide to check that bar out. I’ve only been to Fresh Boys a number of times, and haven’t been there for the show. Just by customer attendance alone, Dream Boy usually sucks the oxygen out of the Soi and it is the big player among the gogo bars in Bangkok, leaving the rest to fend for scraps. I am eager to try out the other bars in the Soi, but usually end up in Dream Boy anyhow. I have offed guys in Tawan and Jupiter in the past, but have yet to off anyone on Soi Twlight outside of Dream Boy. Maybe it will change tonight as I enter Fresh Boys. At 8:30 PM I see two other customers in the bar, one farang and an Asian, both older. One of the mamasans directs me to my seat at the center of the bar facing the stage. I order a rum and coke and quickly get my drink served to me. There were about 5 boys onstage when I get there. All of them young twinks, all of them in tight white briefs. Always a great look for me. Simple is always the best. Let the boy’s beauty shine through. Four of them weren’t catching my fancy, but the fifth one did. He was really cute, his body thin and his abs slightly protruding. He has a very cute face. He looks way younger but I’m sure he’s at least 20 years old. I don’t show my hand right away. I play it cool and try to peruse the rest of the bar. There were boys sitting down and sometimes looking at me and the other customers. There were a couple of Viet-looking boys that I expected. I nodded in their direction. Of course that was the only acknowledgement they needed to go sit with me. One of them walks towards me. I shake my head and he says “OK”. He sits close to me anyway, to see if I change my mind at some point I guess. I admire his lean muscular body. He was probably my height, handsome face, and a clear bulge that had a lot of potential. White underwear is all that’s needed. I enjoy my solitude for a while, but I knew that I needed to act quick if I was gonna find my next boy. I look back to the stage. The boy that I like is intently looking at me. OK, he is cute, twinkish, and probably a bottom. I invite him over to have a drink with me. He smiles and sits beside me. The mamasan quickly rushes over and asks if I was buying the boy a drink. I say yes and the boy tells him what he was drinking. His skin is warm to the touch, and I put my hands around his arm and feel how smooth his skin is. I look at his body and appreciate his youth and freshness. He is not too muscular, but he has a bit of a defined chest and some abs. He is rail thin but enough meat on his bones to strike my fancy. He smells great, a mix of soap and slight hint of cologne. His hair short and styled a little bit. Simple and sexy. And face is cute and youthful. I ask him his name and how old he is. He tells me and says he is 19. I ask if he was Thai, he says no, he was Cambodian. Typical, I pick the Khmer boy. He asks me the stock questions (what your name, where you from, how long stay Bangkok), and I get the usual responses (I thought you are Thai guy). I then tell him I just came from PP and SR. He seemed delighted to hear this, and asked me if I liked Cambodia. I tell him yes, and gave him a short version of my trip. I tell him about Choeung Ek and Angkor. I tell him about the three Khmer boys. He says next time I should take him. I say maybe. In my head I thought, am I just collecting Cambodians now? I was enjoying the conversation, the youthful exuberance, and the seemingly sincere interest in me. I was enjoying his closeness, his sexiness, and his charm. We toast several times and I finish my drink. I then ask him what he did in bed. I get the magical words “I everything.” I can certainly work with everything. I feel his smooth legs and he takes my hand and puts it on his crotch. He is not playing around. I put my hand on his back and get a feel of his ass. I can make so many things happen with this boy. I feel my phone vibrate. I take a look and it was BurBoy sending a Line messages. I take a look and notice that it is 9:30 PM. I read the messages and he says he just arrived in Silom. He asked me where I was and asked if I landed. If any of you have Line, you know that if you have read a message, the sender can see that you have read it. I haven’t figured out how to turn this feature off yet, not that I needed to till now. So it was too late to say that my flight is delayed or something. He knows I am online and can read my messages. I had to make a decision. Am I short time offing this boy? He certainly has done a good job seducing me and I am way turned on by him. But BurBoy is in Silom now and can potentially bump into me while with the boy. Is new ass better than the ass you love? I guess right now, the answer is no. I have too much going on with BurBoy to risk it. And I was looking forward to spending the next five nights basking in his love and his kinetic personality. So, disappointing all sex tourists everywhere, I tell the boy that I will not be able to off him tonight. I was honest and told him my "boyfriend" is waiting for me. I fish out 200 baht and gave it to him as a tip. He wais in gratitude. This is more than what I usually tip a boy who sits with me, but I felt bad for him. I tell him I will be back for him, someday. I motion to the mamasan that I was leaving. I text BurBoy and tell him I am "on my way" to Silom. I text him that I just got on a taxi and on my way now from the airport. He acknowledges and tells me he will wait for me. I ask him where he is now, he says he is near Silom Soi 2 just checking out the night market. I get my check (700 baht for two drinks), give 7 100 baht bills and a 50 baht tip to the mamasan. I thank the Cambodian boy with a slight tear in my eye that I cannot ravage him tonight, and leave the bar. I make a right on Surawong Rd to go back to the condo, almost running. I get to the condo and try to straighten up the bed that was just used by DTG and myself. I re-pack my stuff to seem like I just dropped off my bags. And double-checked to make sure there were no traces of me being in the condo for about 9 hours now. I guess this is what cheating spouses feel like after inviting over a lover to their home. I freshen up at the main bathroom, and I thought about wiping down the sink to get rid of the trace of me doing so, but thought that was silly. Of course I can freshen up right now before I see him. That seems normal. I Line BurBoy and tell him I just got to the condo and will freshen up and head over to Silom. He says he is still by Soi 2 and looking at underwear. I get a photo of some underwear he is looking at. I take a deep breath. Boy number 2 was not meant to be. I leave the condo, cross the street, cut through Soi Tantawan, wave past Tawan, get on Silom and start looking for BurBoy. After walking a few blocks I see him, with his big backpack on his back, looking so adorable. A rush of love comes over me. I made the right choice. Mister Right and Mister Right Now are both BurBoy. The night is not done…

Day 6.4: The Dream Boy Since this is my 11th trip to Thailand, I have developed some long-lasting relationships with some of the boys there. Most of them I have met in beer bars (Cambodia Boy – CB in Jomtien), gogo bars (Dream Boy Thai Guy – DTG, in Dream Boy), or through Grindr (Myanmar boy – BurBoy). Some, I cannot see without money involved (CB and DTG), and others don’t expect a tip, though since I make way more money than they do, I pay for everything else when I see them (BurBoy). But sometimes I want to be a butterfly, and try to off as many boys as I can in the span of my short trip. So there are two sides to Thailand for me, the loving side and the slutty side. When I am with the boys I know who I fall in love with, I always miss offing different boys everyday. And when I try to off boys everyday, I miss the connection I already have with the boys who I fall in love with. It’s a great conundrum to have, and it has me going back to Thailand for more. So today I will try to have my cake and eat it too. I plan on seeing three boys today. I don’t expect to be able to perform sex well with all three, but I do want to have sex three times today. I’ve done it before, and since I did not cum yesterday, I feel it a really possible. This need to have 3 actually stemmed from not cumming yesterday; I felt I needed to make up for lost time. This was supposed to be a tour-heavy trip, and I was only going to have CB as my boy for the whole trip. With BurBoy now available, I decided to spend time with him in Bangkok. Since BurBoy is the jealous type I cannot see any other boys while I am with him. So I told BurBoy my flight back to Bangkok does not come in till 9PM that night, and supposedly with immigration time and the taxi ride from DMK to Silom I will be able to see him around 10PM. That was a lie of course, because my flight actually comes in at 12:30 PM, but I wanted to spend those 8 and half hours between my arrival and meeting BurBoy to see two other boys. DTG is meeting me at the airport and will accompany me to the AirBNB condo, have lunch and then sex. At 6 or 7 I will bid him goodbye and I will have 3 or so hours to get another boy, maybe on Grindr or I’ll go to a gogo bar at 8PM and see if I can score a short time off before meeting BurBoy at 10PM. DTG knew I was coming this trip since I booked it last July. We have been in regular contact since I offed him last trip. My first description of him in my previous report: Through my conversations with him I find out that, like CB he is also trying to plot an exit from the bar boy life. He is a college graduate, but is still paying down some student debt and other debt that he has not told me the specifics of. He says that the salary he gets in Dream Boy pales in comparison to what he gets as a low-level office worker. As he pays down more of his debts he sees the light at the end of the tunnel. He is actively looking for an office job, but might still go to Dream Boy in the weekends for some extra cash. So I land at Don Muang airport at around 12:15 PM. This is my first time landing at this airport. Apart from my international flights, my trips to and from Phuket and Chiang Mai have all been using Bangkok Airways, and their airport is Suvarnabhumi. So I was not too familiar about the layout and taxi situation in the airport, though I am pretty sure it was not that dissimilar from BKK airport. I was seated at the very front so I was first out of the aircraft. I quickly walk to immigration, and find it really really busy: Why is the seemingly low season so busy? I have never encountered this many people at the immigration counters ever, even in December and January. I quickly assess my options and pick a line that I thought was faster than the rest. While in line I text DTG that I was in line. He says he just got to the airport and will wait for me. I patiently wait till it is my turn. It takes me about 35 to 40 minutes to get through the line. I rush to baggage claim and rescue my roller bag. It was already on the baggage carousel with the other luggage. It looks like I am the first one to claim my bag. I rush through customs. I did not want DTG to wait one more second longer. I see him standing there waiting on me. I hug him and apologize for the wait. He says he was fine, told me it was nice to see me, and asked me how I was doing. I said I was fine and eager to eat because I was starving. We head over to the taxi line and got in line. There were people in front of us. I got an AirBNB property in Bangkok that was on Surawong Rd. There were some directions to the property on the website and the owner sent me the address in Thai, but it was sometimes a challenge communicating this to the driver. My first trip was like that, and this was to the Crowne Plaza. But I was with DTG, so one look at the address and map, he tells the taxi driver where to go and off we went. This was my main reason to asking him to see me at the airport, but really also so I can see his handsome face sooner. I had a pleasant conversation with him on the way to the condo. I talked mainly about the Cambodia trip. I don’t keep anything from him, and prefer that he knows everything so there are no surprises. CB and BurBoy do not know about each other, but DTG knows everything about the two boys. And he is very understanding. He knows I did not have a lot of time meant for him on this trip, even if he has mentioned numerous times that he missed me and wanted to see me on the buildup to this trip, so I had to carve out this special time to see him. We get to Surawong Rd and we pass by Soi Twilight. A familiar feeling of excitement runs through my body. I squeeze DTG’s thigh as we make our through Surawong. We get to the condo and it was aptly names “The Surawong”. There are a number of units in the building that are listed on AirBNB. I got one that had two bedrooms and two bathrooms. I booked this last August when my plans consisted of taking CB to Bangkok after Cambodia and with the intention of getting multiple boys to stay in the unit at the same time. We get there and we inform the guard that I was renting from AirBNB. He takes us to the second floor to the office, and the woman on duty asked for my name and produced a key card. She took us to the unit and opened the door for us, and left. The unit was large and spacious. The décor was very modern, and had all the amenities. There was a master bedroom with an en-suite bathroom and a queen size bed. The second bedroom also had a queen size bed, and a separate bathroom. No soap or shampoos so I had to get those. The living room had a couch a chair and TV. There was a dining room table and a stove and oven for cooking if needed. The refrigerator had no waters so I had to get those too. Sometimes AirBNB properties have those extras but this doesn’t. We put down my things and I wash my face and hands. DTG hugs me and I hug him back. He is so sweet. I kiss him for a bit and tell him we should eat first because I was starving. We decide on Fuji Restaurant in Silom Complex again because this was DTG’s favorite. It was hot outside but not as hot as April. DTG takes my hand as we walk on Surawong. We cut through Patpong and the street was still quiet. Silom was typically busy with tourists, locals and street vendors on an early afternoon. We get to Silom Complex and take the escalators to Fuji. The restaurant was still half full with some of the lunch crowd. We sit down and order our food. We both choose the bento box options because we liked the variety of what was offered: miso soup, some chicken and beef, some tempura and rice as well as vegatables. While we wait for our order he updates me on how it was for him and gogo life during low season. He says he hardly bothers going to work when it rains, as there are fewer customers when the weather is bad. Also he usually skips going Tuesdays and Wednesdays and sometimes Mondays, because there are fewer customers as well. He usually still gets some customers in the weekends but wishes there were more out there. He says Dream Boy is still the most popular bar on Soi Twilight, and knows that the others bars have even less luck than them. This was why he has started looking for a day job because the low season just wasn’t going to make ends meet for him. He says it’ll pick up sometime in November and he can reevaluate his career choices. Right now he just needs to pay down his debts as fast as possible so he can quit being a money boy completely. I tell him it is understandable that he wants to leave the business. There are a lot of boys like him who find it hard to get by on low season, and it was time to reevaluate life when the offers dry up. I tell him he is luckier than most boys because he has a college degree, and whatever happens to him he can always fall back on that education. He says the 15,000 baht – 17,000 baht starting salary for an office worker still is less than what he pulls per month at Dream Boy, but will be happy with that once he doesn’t have any debt. I tell him that if he wasn’t a gogo boy I probably would not have met him, so I am at least happy that he tried this line of work out. I tell him I hoped that if he quits the gogo life he still will want to see me. He says of course, no question. He says someday he hopes he can see me without me having to tip him, but right now it is not possible for him. I tell him I hope so, but now I don’t mind helping him pay down his debts. We eat our food heartily. I was so hungry. He says this was his first meal today. He just woke up today in time to get to the airport to meet me. We finish our meal and I pay for the dinner (650 baht). As we head back to the condo I tell DTG that I needed to buy a few things for the condo. So we head to the giant 7-11 on Silom and get waters, soap, shampoo and some snacks as well. We walk back to the condo and continued to talk about everything. We get to the condo and sit down. We were just having a good time catching up and talking. This was what was lacking with CB, the extensive talks of just about every subject matter. Not that talking to CB was bad, it was just different. One day I will whisk DTG away to a vacation somewhere and we can have sex and have fun and have stimulating conversation about anything under the sun. He’s definitely continues to be the whole package out of all the boys I've met here. I tell DTG that I will shower. I tell him he can do the same because there are two bathrooms. He says he will and takes one of the soaps to the second bathroom. In each bedroom there was a plastic bag filled with clean towels for the unit. I hand him one and we both take showers, separately. I finish first and put on my underwear and go to the second bedroom. I will use this bedroom for him and the boy that will come after him. I will preserve the master bedroom for BurBoy. I take my condoms and lube with me. DTG comes in with a towel wrapped around his waist, and then takes off the towel to join me in bed. I see his brown body, his well developed pecs and insane six pack abs and large biceps. His uncut cock swung as he lies down with me. And we picked up right where we left off two months ago. We start kissing and hugging and make each other feel good. I suck him, he sucks me, and we 69. I put on a condom, he lays on his back, lifts up his legs, and lubes up. I excitedly put it in and start thrusting. After 10 minutes of this, I take off the condom and lay beside him and we chuck wow together while kissing. I cum first, and then he sits up to empty his cock on my torso. He laughs at the sight of me drenched in cum and apologizes. He takes his towel and wipes off all the cum the best he could. He then gets on top of me to kiss me some more. He asks if I wanted to take a nap for a bit and I said yes. Eating and then sex naturally means a nap after. I take my phone and set it to 6:30 PM. And like before, I spoon him, putting my arms around him, around his insane abs and pecs. I fall asleep right away. When I wake up, I will hunt for boy #2. To be continued…

Day 6.0: A Khmer Farewell The alarm wakes me up at 7:30 AM. I’m surprised I don’t have a headache, but I wish I had a few more hours of sleep. Not offing that Station bar employee was the right decision, and feeling both Cambodia Boy (CB) and Fit Khmer’s (FK) bodies close to mine is a special treat. I make a mental note to myself to get King Size beds from now on whenever I intend on getting 2 or more boys. That’s why I like Crowne Plaza Bangkok and (soon to be former) Marriott Pattaya for their very generous bed space. I turn to spoon FK for a bit. His taut sinewy lean frame feels good to the touch. I wrap my arms around him, feeling his pecs and abs, and then travel down to his cock and start massaging it. I wasn’t intending to have sex with him right then and there, but it was nice to lay my hands on him. I knew I needed to get going soon. I get up and adjust my hard-on in my underwear, take the t-shirt, shorts and underwear I was going to wear today, and then go to the bathroom to pee and shower. It takes me less than 10 minutes to shower and dry. I style my hair and brush my teeth, and then gather up my toiletries to start packing. I step out of the bathroom and see FK and CB spooning, still sleeping. That’s interesting. I pick up my clothing and souvenirs scattered in the room and start shoving all of it my roller bag. CB awokens and bids me good morning. I tell them they should probably start getting ready. CB stands up and goes to me to hug me and give me a kiss. I stop what I do and relish the attention he was giving this morning. He goes to the bathroom and I finish packing. After a while CB emerges from the bathroom in a towel and wakes up FK and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) and tell them something in Khmer. He takes some clothes with him to the bathroom and leaves the door open. FK and GK say good morning. I ask them if they were OK and they say yes. GK goes to the refrigerator in the room and takes some bottled waters and hands FK one and they both take a drink. I finish packing and tell the boys I will take short walk while they were getting ready. I open the door and feel the warm air rush in. It wasn’t hot yet, and it feels like it just rained. I get to the lobby and step out in the street and see some puddles have formed in the uneven pavement of Siem Reap streets. I walk on the sidewalk and see street vendors setting up their kiosks for the day. I get to the traffic circle close to the hotel and it was not busy this Thursday morning: I wanted to relish Siem Reap on my own, in solitude, for a few minutes before going back to the energetic company of the three Khmers. I suddenly realized that I have not been alone at all in Cambodia since stepping out of the Phnom Penh airport. I like the company of CB, and FK and GK, but something this trip lacked was experiencing the country alone. I was seeing the country in the filter of what my Khmer buddies wanted me to see. So I am taking these 10 minutes to quietly walk the streets. I breathe the fresh air, which was crisp from the recent rain, mixed with the diesel fumes of the motorbikes that drove by. I just stand there till my 10 minutes were up. I head back to the hotel. I get to the lobby and let the staff know I will need a tuktuk to get to the airport. They tell me it is $7 and can be included in the bill. I get back to the room and see CB and GK now dressed and FK was in the bathroom. GK lets me know that his and FK’s van was leaving in 30 minutes. They are going back to Phnom Penh. I ask CB what he was going to do. He said he was going back to his province (Battambang) and his bus doesn’t leave till an hour or so. I tell everyone that we can have some breakfast together at least so no one spends hours in a van hungry. FK emerges in his tight white briefs and smiles at everyone. He hugs me and kisses my cheek. He is a sweet boy. He is angling for a future off. I will definitely look for him in Pattaya. We wait for him to get dressed and pack. CB tells him in Khmer to hurry up so we can get food. He does and soon him and GK take their bags and we head down to the restaurant to get some breakfast. We sit down and order our food. I encouraged the boys to get more food if they were hungry. The food comes and I get the American breakfast, and the boys get their traditional rice porridge with some sausages and bacon and bread on the side. I’m glad they ordered a lot. FK mentions that he hopes that I go back to Cambodia, and if I do, they will be back to welcome me. I laugh and tell them I had a wonderful time. I pass FK and GK my phone for them to put their Line contact on my phone. After 10 minutes into eating and laughing and talking, GK gets a call. The van picking them up is 5 minutes away. I ask them how much was the fare for the van. It was around $8, they said. The van is picking up customers till its full. At this point I reach for my wallet and produce two shiny $100 bills and give them one each. This was discussed by CB and me before he agreed to take FK and GK with us to Siem Reap. These were Jomtien boys out of work and waiting it out in Cambodia. From my math, they stayed with me 2 nights, and at $50 a night, that’s around 1600-1700 baht a night, which was the typical long time tip in Pattaya anyhow. Typing this now I wish I gave them the $8 to cover their PP van. Oh well. I need to err on the side of generous every time. FK and GK try to finish their food, and then get a phone call from the van. They stand up and ask for a hug from me. I hug both of them and thank them again. They both give me a kiss on the cheek. They take their bags and head out. I sit back down and it was me and CB alone again. We talk about my travel back to Bangkok, and he talks about his travel to Battambang . He says Siem Reap is closer to Siem Reap, so his fare is about $5 by bus. I leave a $1 tip and we head back to the room. It was 9:10 and the tuktuk was coming to pick me up at 9:30 AM. We wrap up our packing and we lie down on the bed and hug for a while. I am trying not to be sad at this moment, but it is hard not to. Goodbyes are an indelible and unavoidable part of my trips to Thailand and now Cambodia, and it never gets easier even after more than 10 trips. I want to get attached, that is the attraction for me. I will always be sad with the goodbyes, but I always come back for more, and count myself lucky that I get to come back. I take out my wallet and count some money for CB’s tip. He was with me 5 nights, I usually give him 2000 baht a night, so that’s 10,000 baht, rounding up, it was $300. I promised him I would give him $150 for his passport. So that’s $450. I give him $500 since he has paid for some of the food in PP. I felt that this was a fair amount, though I always think this is too little. I wish I could give him the world. I count 5 crisp $100 bills in front of him and put it in his hand. He takes it and gives me a big kiss. We take our bags with us and head to the lobby. We take a few photos together around the premises for last-minute memories. I pay the bill ($105 X 2, $7 for the tuktuk), and the staff says that they are not charging me for the extra breakfast items we have ordered in the past two days. That was pretty generous of them. I pay with my credit card (in dollars, no foreign transaction fees, so it was just like paying at home). The staff tell me the tuktuk is waiting, and the driver was sitting in one of the chairs. He takes my roller bag and goes to his tuktuk to load it. I turn to CB and give him a big hug. I bid him goodbye and sit on the tuktuk. I don’t look back. After a few seconds I get Line messages from him. He says he already misses me, followed by some love emojis. I reply in kind. I’m going to miss. At least for a few hours. I am going to Bangkok after all. There will be boys there that will wipe out my melancholy. The tuktuk driver put my roller bag in the front (photo edited to take out and identifying things on my bag): I was worried that the bag would bounce out of the tuktuk but miraculously it stayed put the whole ride. I open up Grindr for the first time in Siem Reap, and I see this profile: I wish he was my tuktuk driver. Though I guess if he was, I probably would be extending my stay. After 5 minutes the busy Siem Reap streets fade away and we get to a lonely highway: After 25 uneventful minutes we get to Siem Reap airport. It looked deserted from outside, because I was the only one there and no cars or other tuktuks were there dropping off other passengers. Was I in the right building? The driver unloads my bag and I give him a $1 tip. I go inside and there were people inside, lining up to check-in. Still it was kind of deserted and not busy at all: If you look at the left of the photo you see the line for my flight. I was flying AirAsia for my return trip to Bangkok. I paid extra for the Premium Flex fare which came out to $115 for a one way flight from Siem Reap to Don Muang airport in Bangkok. Which came in handy because I had to change my flight once. And it came in handy again because there was a dedicated line for Premium Flex passengers. There was probably 30 people in line for the regular queue, but no one in the Premium Flex line. I go directly to the counter and give the attendant my passport. I put my baggage on the scale, he prints out my boarding pass and baggage tags, hands my stuff to me and points out my gate number, boarding time and baggage tags, and I was on my way. It took me all of 5 minutes. I go to security check and there was probably 2 people in front of me. Immigration was uneventful, though I was relieved that I had my second copy of my Cambodian e-Visa in my back pack, because the immigration officer asked for it. The instructions for the e-Visa was to print out two copies. One was taken by the officer in PP. I was through everything in 10 minutes. It was a nice looking airport, and it definitely looked new. The bathrooms were new and modern, and the floor clean and decoration tasteful. There was this huge painting of Rea Hu, a demon in Hindu mythology, responsible for solar and lunar eclipses: Since I had about an hour till boarding, I took the opportunity to shop for souvenirs. I know, the prices in airports are outrageous, but I was not able to shop at all while in PP or SR (busy with boys or drinking or touring), so I had no choice: There was a good selection in the airport. Beyond the Duty Free section there were a few local shops that sold all kinds of souvenirs. I got some T-shirts, chocolates and candies, some coffee, and little knock knacks to give to my BF, friends and family. It was all less than $100, though it would probably be at least a third of that cost if I bought it elsewhere in the country, but I didn’t mind. There were some tasteful artistic items to buy: And this display that included the “Hands of Apsara”: I chuckled, thinking about the apsara dance the boys did at Angkor Wat. It was time to board, and I was one of the first to board because of Premium Flex: In my seat, while waiting for the others to board, I whip out Line in my phone and message the boys that I was in my seat. And I Line Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) that I was on my way to Bangkok. He was going to meet me in Don Muang airport in Bangkok. As much as I will miss Cambodia, in about an hour I will be in Bangkok, for a whole new set of experiences. And today, my goal was to see three boys in Bangkok, before the day was done. To be continued…

Day 5.9: Goodnight, Cambodia So you would think I’d be set with my boy selection in Siem Reap. I brought Cambodia Boy (CB), my handsome long-time money boy friend, and his best friends Fit Khmer (FK), the cute and lean muscular spontaneous sexy guy, and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) the passionate, gorgeous and equally sexy boy, with me to Siem Reap. One would think that any or all combinations of being with these three would be enough for me. If it were just only about sex, I’ll be set. But its really more than just sex for me. Its about the experience. If it was just about sex, I would just stay home and find anonymous sex on Grindr, or once in a while get some from my BF. What I seek here is the experience. The main draw for me to come here as often as I do is the sex industry, be it as big and as brash as the one in Thailand, or the smaller, developing one in Cambodia. In the process I am blessed to meet characters like CB, and forever changed, for the better. And I am the boy who doesn’t say no. I am the same way at work, that’s why I am successful in my job. I will find a way to do everything asked of me at work. And here, the mere mention of offing someone that night, at a country that has less cut-and-dry rules with offing boys than in Thailand, makes me interested. Not horny yet. We will see. I got horny when offing that Space Hair guy in Phnom Penh, so I'm sure one whiff of a new sexy boy will start my engines. I go back to the room and take my portable battery to charge my phone. We then walk to Station Bar, going by Pub Street along the way. It rained earlier so the streets were wet and puddles have formed in the washed out areas of the sidewalk. If you pay attention, you can see how under-maintained the roads and sidewalks are in Cambodia. As the country develops, they would have to step up their efforts in maintaining the streets. Right now a lot of weaving and avoiding was done by me and the boys as we go through the streets of Siem Reap. We get to Station Bar close to 10 PM, and our seats from last night were taken. There were more customers tonight. We sit on the couches further into the bar, and thankfully they were still good seats. I plug in my phone and turn it on. I see some messages from Sareth. I reply, and tell him we are now in Station Bar. I get a response asking if the place had many customers. I reply probably about 15-20. He asks me if any of the customers were cute. I tell him the dancers and waiters were, but not sure about the others. Then a party of 6 chinese tourists, 3 pairs of couples, male and female, came in. I tell Sareth that the guys in that party were cute. He asks me to take photos. I try my best but it was too dark in the bar. The show starts and the numbers were a little bit different. Same formula of lip-syncing lady boys and guys, expertly choreographed dance numbers, all done with a lot of energy that gets everyone into it. I check out the dancers and the wait staff. I would say it was 50-50 for me. Half of them I considered hot and I could imagine sleeping with them. There was one dancer I like very much. And the waiter that was serving me my rum and coke was very very handsome. Okay, so here’s where I grow a conscience. I am unsure of outing anyone in this bar as money boys. Its different when there are certain boys that are very popular and get discussed here in the forums (like the Tawan boys for example), but when it comes to boys that are fairly anonymous in a bar, I try to protect their identity so they won’t be harassed. I feel like this about Thailand money boys. Since Cambodia bars do not have set “offing rules” like Thailand (i.e. go to a bar, buy a drink/cover, pick a boy for short time or long time, pay the bar an off fee, tip the boy for his services), I feel that not all the people in a bar do it with customers for money. Prostitution in Cambodia is illegal, but prevalent, like Thailand. But I know in Thailand, bars pay “tea money” to be able to continue to subvert the law. I am not sure of the system in Cambodia, if there is any. If the bar doesn’t do it, I don’t want to expose any individual at a bar to be breaking the law, or be subject to unnecessary harassment. In my Phnom Penh posts, I changed my description of MilGuy enough so that he cannot be identified in Space Hair. From what I understand, the bar itself (Space Hair and others) do not sanction the offing, so just because a boy is in that bar doesn't mean he is offable. Maybe I am being overly cautious, but this is how I want things to be in my reports. Most people here are probably more comfortable in identifying the boys they off, and usually no trouble comes from it. I hope. Anyway, enough with the disclaimers. I zero in on a boy I thought would be good to off. He might be one of the dancers or one of the waiters, but lets call him Station Boy (SBoy). SBoy was busy working during the 10 PM show, and with the place semi-packed, it was hard to make anything happen. The show was similar to last night’s, with a few songs changed. Same quality of entertainment still: the lip syncing was done expertly, the choreography professional and was expertly executed, and the talent entertaining and attractive (the boys and the ladyboys). The drinks were really good, and getting a refill was done pretty quickly. The boys were paying attention to the numbers, and were drinking pretty happily. I think they were expecting to drink a lot tonight. I pull CB aside and tell him I liked SBoy, and pointed him out to CB. CB confirms to me if I wanted to off the boy. I said maybe, just maybe talk to him to see if he was OK. CB tells FK and GK my choice. They start talking for a bit, maybe strategizing or deciding if indeed the boy was offable. The show goes on without anything happening except for the excellent show. Then it was almost 11 PM and the show ends. The boys order another round of drinks and I do the same. We talk for a bit about the numbers we saw and the songs that were sung, and just enjoy our drinks. CB set his plan into motion. He calls on a waiter that was closest to us and talks to him in Khmer. After a few exchanges, the waiter gets SBoy. After a few minutes SBoy goes to our corner and sits down next to CB. The boys talk to him for a while, and then CB introduced me to SBoy. SBoy talks to me in Khmer but the boys correct him. He asks me for my name in English and also asks me where I am from. SBoy turns to the boys and speaks to them more in Khmer. I let them do this for a while, seeing as there may be a few things they have to talk about. They laugh a few times and CB and FK mostly do the talking, with GK and SBoy listening on. CB squeezes my hand once in a while. And then CB asks SBoy some questions and SBoy replies in Khmer still. A few of these exchanges and SBoy takes out his cellphone, turns on his screen and gives it to CB. CB keys in his contacts in Line (?) and gives it back to SBoy. He nods at my direction as he leaves. I ask CB what happened. CB tells me that SBoy had to get back to work for a while, but he has CB’s contacts. He says he can join us later. He told SBoy we were going to Temple Club after this to drink some more. I ask CB if he asked SBoy about my wish to off him. CB said he wasn’t sure about that yet, but he says that he has a good feeling about him. We stay in the bar for 10 more minutes until our drinks were finished. I pay up ($30 or so) and we leave the bar. We head to Pub Street and see that the street was busy like last night. We get to Temple Club and it was a little bit less packed than last night. After going around the bar, we found an actual table that was unoccupied. The table was somewhat in a corner and fairly close to the dance floor. The boys quickly descend on it and we sit down and get ready to drink some more. We get a menu and I ask the boys if they wanted to get drunk tonight. The answer was a resounding “YES!” from everyone. Jomtien boys, still want to drink. We agree on getting a pitcher of the Long Island Iced Tea, and a pitcher of Angkor beer. I can’t joke around with these boys, pitchers were the only way to go. We get eight glasses, two for each boy and for each drink. CB pours me some Long Island because he knows how much I like it. FK distributed the beers to everyone’s glasses and we all raise a glass and toast to the night, and the week. It was definitely an action packed week and now, it was almost over. It went by so fast. It was kind of hard to talk in the bar as the music was so loud. The boys were almost shouting as they tried to talk to me, and each other in Khmer. Sometimes one or all would stand up and dance to the beat. There was a moment where CB and GK were dancing to the beat, and FK and I were sitting down looking at both of them a the dance. He sits closer and puts his arm around me to pull me close. He asks me when I will go to Pattaya next. I tell him I don’t know for sure, but I will let CB know. FK tells me to let him know as well. He tells me he is going to give me his Line when we get back to the hotel. He tells me he wants to see me again. He then kisses me, in Temple Club. I return it with enthusiasm. Noone seems to mind in the club, including CB. It was 12:30 PM when CB gets a call on his phone. It was SBoy, telling CB he was coming over to Temple Club. CB tells me. I almost forgot that SBoy was coming, or existed. I got up and danced with CB for a bit. GK and FK sat down to get more drinks. The beer pitcher was now empty, and the Long Island pitcher was almost done as well. We were all thirsty tonight. I tell CB to order more drinks so he gets another pitcher of beer and Long Islands, as well as more glasses for SBoy. There was another boy coming and he will be needing drinks. After a few minutes we see SBoy looking for us in the club. FK bolts and fetches him. He was wearing different, more trendy clothes. He greets everyone and sits beside me. He asks for my name again and shakes my hand. The new pitchers and glasses come and FK serves SBoy some. SBoy says something in Khmer. Everyone is sitting down to welcome the newcomer. After a few words in Khmer, the boys switch to English to include me in the conversation. Not much conversation to be had of course, because of the music. At some point the boys get up to dance in front of us. It was clear everyone had a lot to drink now. Everyone was more giggly and more playful. I was feellng a bit tipsy myself. SBoy was pleasant enough. He was very handsome, his hair styled very trendy, and his cologne smelled great and suited him. He was my type, young, tall and lean muscular. I was close to him but I wasn’t really excited to be close to him. I was more interested in the fun the other boys were having. It was nice to be in the presence of a new sexy boy but somehow the three Khmer wonders were occupying my brain right now. Some more dancing, a drinking game, and multiple drinks later, it was now 1:30 AM. CB pulls me aside and asks me “What is happening now?” I tell him I just wanted to back to the hotel with him and his friends and call it a night. He was puzzled by this. “You sure?” I say yes. I wasn’t really feeling it. “He can go room with you. I know.” Yes but I am OK. I think we can just go home because I have a flight tomorrow. CB says OK. He whispers some words to FK and GK. Pretty soon all the pitchers were empty and I ask for a bottled water. All night I was trying let the boys drink most of the alcohol because I didn’t want to get a hangover tomorrow. Still, I had a lot to drink. I ask CB to get the bill. When SBoy goes to the toilet, I ask CB if I need to tip SBoy. He says it was up to me. I told him I will give him $5. He said it was fine. I down the whole bottled water and SBoy comes back. CB tells him, in Khmer, that we were going home. I hand him $5 and he thanks me. He asks me if I wanted him to go back to the hotel room with them. I tell him no, without hesitation. He hugs me and waves goodbye to the boys. I pay about $32 for the pitchers and water. Not quite the ending I thought the night would have. Maybe on a different night, if I was staying for another day, if I wasn’t accompanied by these dynamic boys, SBoy would’ve gone home with me and we would have had a nice time together. Right now, all I wanted was to go back to the hotel and call it a night. We get to the hotel and get our keys and head back to the room. It was past 2 AM. I had to be up by 7 AM. CB knew this and instructed the boys to shower quickly and get to bed. FK and GK shower together and CB and I don’t even shower. CB and I both strip to our underwear and lay in bed. Eventually, GK emerges from the bathroom in a towel and puts on underwear and lies down on the single bed to sleep. FK then finishes and was in a towel as well. He puts on boxer briefs and sits down on our queen bed. He asks me if he can join me and CB in bed. I say sure and look at CB, who was already asleep. I try to move CB more to his side to create more room for FK, and I occupy the center of the bed. FK turns off all the lights and then slips into the other side of the bed and lays down. FK immediately hugs and spoons me. He kisses my neck and face and says “Good night.” It was a tight fit in the bed, but I was drunk and tired and didn’t care. I was the meat in a Khmer sandwich. Good night Cambodia.

Thanks traveller123! Very kind words. I was worried in my very first trip report on this forum, that any other details that were non-sex with boy related would not be received well. I guess I was mistaken and the other parts of my trip were also interesting to most of you. It is very hard for me to just give a rundown of sexual conquests without giving context with the other parts of my trip. I did Thing A that made me pick Boy B and we had a C time. And i will continue doing so I think. I was also worried that not taking my nice camera would be a mistake, but surprisingly an iPhone 6 camera was enough to give me the stunning photos and memories that I needed. I'm still jealous that Siem Reap is only 4 hour drive from you! Whenever I talk to Sareth online I tell him I will be back to SR to see Bayon and the rest of the temples. I know what I missed and will be looking forward to going back. Thanks firecat69. Such praise means a lot coming from you. I don't know about my reports being the best reports ever, but at least I know that a lot of you out there like what I write about. Hopefully I'll have the energy to write about Myanmar in December. I am planning it currently. Thanks Alexx. Haha I guess there are more than a few sex encounters that I talked about. This trip is not as slutty as previous trips, but I understand from some of you that have wrote to me that even at my slowest sex days, it still seems a lot to some of you. I should slow down! I googled Ta Som and you are right, it looks fascinating. I will note it for future trips . Thanks vinapu. I travel with my BF, and with my best friends, about 50% of the time. The others 50% I spend my time in Thailand (and now Cambodia), and consider it traveling alone. But I do pick up company along the way, so I guess I'm not really alone for long. My companions give and teach me so much more than the paltry tip I give them in return. My money reserves gets filled back up every two weeks, but once-in-a-lifetime experiences are always harder to come by. I thought my karma was not too good at the beginning of my trip, but once that was over, I think karma has smiled back at me. I guess from the price he is looking to buy a new one. I am not sure what his rationale is to buy an expensive one. I asked him just now on Line and will let you know what he says. I looked online and saw some used motorbikes going for $800 or so in PP, so it is possible to get a used one for a price similar to what you got. CB knows me well. He knows I appreciate the romantic time together, as well as the thrill of having sex with a new sexy boy. He tried to give both on this last night. Was he successful? I guess you will find out on the next post.

Day 5.7: About a (Cambodia) Boy Bayon was going to be the third stopover in our tour, but now, at 3:30 PM, after eating some delicious and authentic Khmer food, we were all sleepy and tired. Our Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm tours were great, but right now all we can think about is going back to the hotel. Writing about this now, I probably could’ve asked to go to Bayon for little bit for some photo opportunities, but back then, wanting to see Bayon was furthest from my mind. I told Sareth to drop the boys off at the hotel, and after that I needed to get some dollars to pay him, and ultimately pay the boys, because I was going back to Bangkok tomorrow. A tinge of sadness went over me, realizing that my Khmer holiday is drawing to a close. The sex was fun, the cities amazing, and the tourist sites worthy of their hype, but ultimately what I would remember most is enjoying the company of these wonderful boys. The boys were quiet as the van makes its way back to Siem Reap. Sareth and I continue talking in English, mostly about my plans for my Bangkok trip, which was for 6 days, longer than my Cambodia trip. I told him I was tempted to rebook my flight to Bangkok tomorrow and moving it the day after, to spend more time seeing the Angkor Wat complex with Cambodia Boy (CB), but I think after all the change I’ve gone through this trip, I will just leave my plans as they were. We get to the hotel and the boys get out of the van. I accompany them to the lobby and take both keys from the staff and gave it both to CB. I tell CB I will be back, I just need to get some money. He asked if I wanted him to go with me, I told him no, I will be back pretty soon. I head back to the van and looked for an ATM that seemed like could take my Charles Schwab Visa debit card. We find an ANZ Royal ATM vestibule and I head in and take out $1000 without any difficulty. There was an ATM fee but I dont take note of it. Charles Schwab refunds my ATM fees anywhere I go, and since they do not have any transaction fees or foreign exchange fees, it was a good card to carry with me around the world. Also we were in Cambodia so there was no exchange rate to worry about because the transaction was in US dollars, so it was like getting money back home. Sareth asks me if I wanted to go anywhere else, because the van was all mine for another few hours. I tell him no, I wanted to rest in the hotel, but wanted to talk to him independent of the boys. We get to the hotel and Sareth bids the driver goodbye, and we sit down at the lobby. First, business. Sareth was $35 for the first day, and his fee for the second day plus the van was $80 for a total of $115 (I think). I give him $125 or so and thanked him for the wonderful tour. We talked for a bit about his schedule for the few weeks (not a lot of clients in September), and my plans tonight (no doubt the boys have something in mind). He then laments that we didn’t get to Bayon today. I tell him that this trip was a compromise for me from the start. Having the boys meant my focus was scattered. I am glad I got the touring that we did today. Maybe next time I’ll come back alone or with my American friends. and have a more focused Angkor Was complex tour. We vow to keep in touch through Facebook, and we talk about slutty gay stuff as well. I’m keeping that part to myself. I head back to the room and see Fit Khmer (FK) and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) on their single bed, looking at their phones. CB was in the bathroom showering. Soon he comes out, and CB asks me if I wanted to take a shower. I say for sure, I felt sticky and gross from the tour. After a thorough soap down and drying I emerge in my briefs and joined CB on the queen bed. CB stands up and turns off all the lights: “Sleep na” he tells me. I always do what I am told. The alarm wakes us up at 7:30 PM. I don’t remember setting the alarm. I take my phone and try to wake it up, my phone is dead and needs a charge. CB turns over and shuts his phone up. I guess he set the alarm. He says “Good evening baby.” Good evening. You set alarm? “Yes, I wanted to get sleep little bit but not a lot. I want you have fun tonight.” Thank you. What are we doing? “I want to have dinner with you alone. No FK and GK. Just two of us.” Are you sure? “Yes, I already tell them. It your last night. I want spend time with you.” That was sweet of CB to do, but I want to see of FK and GK were OK with it. I look at the single bed, they were still asleep. We just slept for about 3 hours, and I felt somewhat refreshed after the nap. CB tell me to get ready because we were heading out to eat. I didn’t feel hungry yet although it has been 4+ hours since our late lunch. I do what I am told. CB washes his face and style his hair and puts on his usual nice clothing. I do the same and put on long pants. CB always likes when I wear my jeans. He always sees me in Official Farang Wear ™ so jeans was a different look for me. FK and GK wake up when we were ready to leave. I give $5 to each of them and tell them to get something to eat while we head out. I get some thank yous. CB talks to them in Khmer for a bit and then we leave the hotel. CB tells me we are going to a restaurant that “farangs like it” so I guess I will like it. I told him I enjoyed eating at Ktom Sre earlier, and that wasn’t a farang favorite. Turns out we were going to the restaurant that was next door to the Rambutan called “Abba Café”. We get inside and the décor was pretty inviting. I was going to take photos but I forgot to charge my phone. But their Facebook is here https://www.facebook.com/abbacafeandlounge if you wanted to see what it looks like. The ambiance inside was pretty nice, the lighting appropriate and romantic, and seating pretty comfortable. The menu consisted of familiar Cambodian dishes and other Asian ones as well. We decide on getting the set menu which contained a little bit of everything plus drinks for $15 each. We get drinks (coconut and orange juice) and some stronger drinks (coconut and Kahlua and a gin and tonic). We toast to the successful past few days. While we wait for our drinks, I ask him what his future plans were. He does not like talking to me about the future ever, so he was apprehensive to answer. But he eventually opened up. He said he will reluctantly go back to Jomtien and get as many customers as he can. But since now he does not need to send money over to his family, he can plot his gradual exit from the Money Boy scene. He hates being a money boy, but since he does not have any other skills this is what makes sense right now. He said he has saved the money he has gotten from offs since last we saw each other, in July. He said he saved the money he got from me, and he was lucky he got a few long time offs (more than 4 days each) since then. He said he needed about $2000 or so to buy a motorbike. With the money he gets from me this trip, and a few more weeks in Pattaya, he said he will be able to buy one. It is his key to getting out of the money boy business. There are almost nil options for cheap mass transportation in Phnom Penh (unlike Bangkok or Pattaya), and getting tuktuks everyday can be expensive, so if one owns a motorbike it cuts down on the cost to get from point a to point b. He can probably get a job in PP at a hotel or restaurant and make ends meet that way. In his mind, this is definitely better than being a money boy. He did some math for me. He tells me the common salary of a hotel worker. Then he tells me how much a room for rent and more or less how much food will cost him a month. The math worked, and this will get him some money to save or spend on hobbies and such. He says he might get a second job if it is possible, or get money boy jobs here and there if the opportunity arises in PP. The ultimate point of all this is for him to finally live in his own country again. He does not like living in Thailand, and definitely not in Pattaya. He speaks some Thai but hates doing so. He desperately wants to live in Phnom Penh, and is well on his way. We get our food and everything looks amazing as always. I could not take photos because of my dead cellphone, and CB surprisingly did not post any on facebook. He was so focused on talking to me about his future plans that he forgets to do this. There were spring rolls, some papaya salad, chicken teriyaki and beef lok lak. Seeing and smelling the food made me hungry all of a sudden. We dig in and happily devour the food. We continue talking about his plans during dinner. He counts himself luckier than most money boys because he is able to save his money, at least during the past 2 months or so. It was low season but he was able to get some good offs, unlike most of his friends. And he counted himself even luckier to have me. He said I started his lucky streak in July, after my long off with him. Now, he is back in Cambodia because of me, and with the money I give him he can get his passport and spend a few days with his friends and family before he has to go back to Pattaya. A lot of his other friends are not as lucky, and are in Cambodia because the low season made it impossible for them to get a steady income in Thailand, forcing them to go back to Cambodia, where it is cheaper, and they can stay with friends and family, and wait out the season. I long have resolved my role in CB’s life. I care for him a lot, and love him as a friend and a lover. But I know that I cannot be more than just a regular “customer” to him. He has wanted to be my boyfriend for the longest time, even with the knowledge that I already had a longtime boyfriend back home. He is longing for stability and calm in his life, and being a money boy is not that. But he is also fairly picky. He does not go home with just anyone who wants to off him, and has even more standards of what a boyfriend should be. I am sure he has had a few offers in the past, but here he is, alone. I hope that he finds that generous Asian BF he is looking for. He surely deserves it. We talk about my own plans for the next few months. I tell him about work and its ever changing nature. I tell him about my next trip, possibly in December. He asks if I want to see him again. I tell him sure, but I have to firm up my plans. I tell him I haven’t booked my flights yet. I tell him that I hope that he is not a money boy in December, and instead living in PP and a proud owner of a motorbike. He says he hopes so too, but will always be there for me if I needed him. We finish our delicious food and finish our drinks. It was an intimate time that I didn’t know I needed with CB. I was glad that he insisted that we spend this time alone together. I was glad that CB was planning to be back in PP and live a more stable life. It would be nice to have a buddy in PP whenever I visit. I am also glad that I am leaving him here in Cambodia, instead of dragging him back to Thailand. He deserves this Khmer time before he has to go back to the Thai sex industry. It was about 9:30 PM and CB asks me if I wanted to have drinks with FK and GK. I say of course, I want all of us to celebrate my last night in Cambodia. I ask him where the boys were, he tells me they have texted and tells him that they were just around and were done having dinner as well. I ask for the bill and it was for $38. I leave two $20 bills and we leave. We cross the street back to the hotel and we see FK and GK at the lobby. I hug both of them and ask them what they wanted to do. They say in unison “up to you.” CB asked me if I wanted to off anyone tonight. I asked him where the heck can I do that. He said he doesn’t know but he is sure if we go back to Station Bar I can find someone there. I thought that was interesting. I tell him who I can off there. He says probably everyone. This is Cambodia, and it was a gay bar. So I guess that’s where we were going to next. I’m going to off someone in Siem Reap. To be continued…

Day 5.4: Tomb Raiders Sareth, our tour guide, also had a few cold moist towelettes in his ice chest. Cambodia Boy (CB) takes a bunch and distributes it to the group. It was a little bit hot out there, but at early September it was cooler than it would be in April. The driver drives a bit till we get to Ta Prohm, our second temple of the day. We step off the van and walk a bit before we encounter one of the park staff that were checking tourists for their tickets, or “Angkor Pass.” I had mine, and asked the boys for theirs, but one word in Khmer from everyone and the ticket taker waves everyone through. I googled a few images of Angkor Wat before I came here, for research as to what to look for. Once of my photos was a movie still of the movie “Tomb Raider” starring Angelina Jolie, the movie that started her on her love affair with Cambodia (and who can blame her?), because of “Tomb Raider” temple scenes were shot in Ta Prohm. I didn’t put two and two together until Sareth told me that this was the “Tomb Raider Temple.” Side note: Jolie, apart from adopting her first child from an orphanage in Battambang province, continues her love affair with Cambodia with the pending release of her Netflix film “First They Killed My Father”, adapted from a book written by a survivor of the Khmer Rouge genocide. Because of the moat that surrounded Angkor Wat, it was protected from the onsluaught of the jungle that eventually claimed the ancient city. Ta Phrohm wasn’t as lucky, as Sareth informed that there was 150 or so giants trees that were slowly, but surely, chipping away at the temple. There were informational posters of the current restoration efforts between the governments of Cambodia and India. There was a lot of numbered stones growing some moss on the side, and Sareth tells me that these were stones awaiting to be placed back in the temple: As we get to the first entrance of the temple, we see that the jungle and temple were merging together: We stopped for some photos of course, and the boys take a million selfies and photos with me and without me were also taken. We get our first encouter of the epic battle between tree and temple: It was pretty impressive, and the combination of a crumbling 900 year old temple and the coiling roots of a giant tree was interesting to see. Restoration will be a challenge for sure. I show CB this photo of Angelina Jolie in Tomb Raider I had on my phone: This prompted some reenactements from CB and Fit Khmer (FK) and Gorgeous Khmer (GK), with hilarious results. A lot of the temple is obviously still under repair: Sareth tells me that most of the restoration efforts have been to stabilize the structure, as the trees has become part of what made the temple unique. Indeed, it was not only the temple structure that needed stabilizing, but the trees as well: Some of the tree even closed up the entryways in the temple, so stabilizing the existing entryways were done: In the center of the temple was this impressive tree with a network of roots sort of falling into the temple stucture. Pic of me with it (edited of course): The boys spend a lot of time taking photos here. It probably took us 15 minutes to get everyone’s photos. There was actually a line that formed behind us, as other tourists waited for us to finish. We didn’t care, it was our chance. This tree reminded me of a Brontosaurus: I have a hundred more photos I could share, and it goes to show how impressive the tree-temple merging has become, but I’ll just have to refer you to the millions of photos available online. Apparently now, including CB, FK and GK’s photos on their Facebooks. We probably spent about an hour and half here, counting the time photos were taken and the tour guide talks me and Sareth were having in various spots of the temple. The boys were a little bit more subdued that they were in Angkor Wat. I am thinking only sleeping 5 hours the night before, hungover, and then trekking into Angkor Wat in the slight heat, is now catching up to all of us. CB and Sareth talk for a bit in Khmer about our next plans. FK and GK chime in with their thoughts. Sareth then informs me that we will be going to lunch after this, and probably going back to the hotel to rest, if everyone is still tired. I was OK with this. Part of me wanted to see more, most especially Bayon and the giant stone faces, but part of me also wanted to rest and relax the rest of the day. I tell the guys we can see how we are after lunch. We head back to the van and cool off and relax. The picked a local restaurant near Srah Srang, the reservoir that was close to Ta Prohm. We get to the restaurant, and the restaurant was actually a compound that contained huts. The huts had big low-rise tables in the middle of each of them. The flooring had big straw mats covering it, and had some body pillows scattered on the floor. Some of the huts had parties of 10 to 15 people, and all only had Khmers. I did not see any farang in the premises, though I may not have been looking too closely. Maybe this was a locals-only favorite? I was more interested in going to places were the locals go and eat. I can always check out a western-style restaurant on my own time. I wanted to experience something more authentic. I forget that name of the restaurant, and the signage in the front was in Khmer, but doing a google search and looking at my geotagged photos, made me conclude that the restaurant is called “Ktom Sre”. There is a default facebook site for it: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ktom-Sre/521283438041740, and all of the posters for the facebook site were all Khmers. So maybe I was right and this is mostly a local favorite, and farang went elsewhere. Fine by me. So I lifted this from the facebook. So your party picks a hut, and every hut had a table. There were no chairs, so everyone sat on the floor, like so: This is not us obviously, but it gives you an idea of how the seating was. Ours had more mats on the floor, more body pillows, and also had a hammock. We pick our hut that was next to another hut that had 15 locals eating a late lunch. Some of the people had their shirts off and sleeping on the floor. We all take off our shoes, and I was encouraged to take off my socks as well. I do and was immeditely thankful. All that walking and touring overheated my feet. Having it free of restrictions was a welcome sensation. CB arranges some pillows and asks me to lie down on the floor so I can relax. There were two fans in the hut and one of them was directed at me. Laying down immediately relaxed me. CB rubbed my head a little bit as well. As I lay there, the boys look at the menu: I wasn’t asked what I wanted, they did all the choosing. After deliberating they call over a “waiter” and told him what we wanted. After a few minutes we all get glasses, a bucket of ice, a tray with some cola cans, juice cans, and bottled waters, and a pan with some murky water and some lemon slices floating in it. FK and CK asks everyone what they wanted to drink, and they distribute the drinks. I ask for a water. CB takes the pan and puts it in front of me. I sit up and ask what it was. CB tells me to wash my hands in it. I do and my hands smell of lemon. CB then washes his hands too and then the pan gets passed around. We wait for the food. While we wait the boys talk in Khmer. Sareth talks to me in English and I talk about my job back in the USA. The boys listen in as well. The waiter comes back and asks a few questions about the food. After 10 minutes he brings a pot of rice and some vegetables. I am told the vegetables were called Morning Glory in oyster sauce. The waiter brings in some plates and utensils as well. When the waiter is out of earshot the boys begin to talk in Khmer again. Sareth tells me that everyone was talking about how handsome the waiter was. I wasn’t really paying attention, but it did show that everyone in the hut, including Sareth, was a gay man. And we all check out the handsome waiter if he waits on our table. The waiter comes back and gives us more cooked dishes. He was very handsome, and probably 20 years old, but I still felt CB was more handsome. All the food comes and we take photos: Actually everyone takes photos. Again to Facebook. The main dishes were a roasted chicken, grilled fish, and steamed snail. Everything tasted great, and the snails were a good choice. The chicken was kind of stiff and there was hardly any meat on it, and pretty soon it was torn apart by everyone. The flavor was good, but there wasn’t a lot of meat. So I tell CB to get another chicken. It comes and we tear into that as well. We were all very hungry, and 5 hungry boys with big appetities meant we consumed a lot of rice. Through the course of the meal, CB serves me food. With the chicken, he took the meat out of the bones so I didn’t have to. Everyone was eating with their hands so I was encouraged to do so as well. Conversations were in Khmer mostly, and Sareth made it a point to talk to me in English once in a while. CB did as well, but he was also busy tending to my needs. As he has always done in the past. It takes probably an hour and a half from ordering to finishing the last bit of food. Everyone was careful to finish every bit of food that was left, which wasn’t much. When we slowed down from eating we just laid back and relaxed in the hut. The fans and the shade was enough to cool everyone down. The pan with lemons was again passed around to wash away the food remnants in our hands. We drank our colas and talked for a bit more. FK shut his eyes and took a little nap. Sareth asked me and CB what we wanted to do next. CB looked at me. I was so full from the lunch, and getting sleepy because of it, that I opted to just relax for now and go back to the hotel after. I lay down for a bit and CB and Sareth talk for a bit. It was a pretty relaxing end to the lunch, which I guess was the point of going to a restaurant with floor mats so everyone can relax. It definitely was the way to end an intense Angkor Wat tour schedule. The dishes were cleared by the hot waiter. Then the bill was given to CB. He looks at it for a bit before handing it to me: I could not understand it. I was told the total was 143,500 riels. Which came to about $35. All that food for $35! I give my wallet to CB and he takes the cash, including tip, and handed it to the waiter. So with our tummies full of food, our brains filled with knowledge, and our souls blessed with spending quality time with good friends, we head back to Siem Reap. My last night in Siem Reap next…

You won't be sorry. Sareth is very good with tailoring his tour to your needs and pace, and is very adaptable if there are changes to the plans. Ya in Bangkok recommended him to me and like Ya, both are very good tour guides, both very knowledgeable and fun-loving as well. A good combination to have. I am now in touch with Kaung, the Myanmar tour guide for Siam roads, for my planned Yangon and Bagan trip in December. Yes, I believe it is just bad luck. I've had tremendous luck with Cambodians, better than Thais actually. Though I've had more Thais so maybe its just the sample size. All you can do is try more Cambodians right lol. For his sake, I hope so too. We have talked about this a long time ago. He always wanted me to be his BF, even after I told I already had one. I do like basking under his love and caring, and I will be jealous of whoever gets to be the BF, but as like many other boys in Thailand, the BF also needs to have the means to support him. Anyone up for the job will be rewarded with a lot of love I am sure. What are you saying, hot guys can't be bottoms? LOL You should see my phone. There are 20 times more photos than what I share here. Glad I can share a fraction of what was a great trip. We as customers pay a lot to be close to this beauty, so the boys in turn know that they need to take care of what earns them money. I was just messaging with Sareth a moment ago. I am glad he is getting a lot of business coming this month, and in my opinion he is worth every penny. As a friend he is a hoot as well. Him and Ya in Bangkok are similar in this regard. Great tour guides and great friends.

Day 5.0 I Wat to go to there Despite our best intentions to retire early the night before, we managed to go to sleep around 2:30 AM. So you can imagine a 7 AM alarm time was not welcomed by anyone in the room. And the copious amounts of alcohol that was consumed last night did not help things. I woke up with a slight hangover, but not too bad to render me incapacitated. I pop a few pain killers, drank a full medium sized bottle of water, and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. The combination of the hot shower, full drink of water, and pain killers did the trick. I felt a little bit better. Cambodia Boy (CB) was on his phone while waiting for me to finish up in the bathroom. He got up and woke up Fit Khmer (FK) and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) from their slumber. CB went in to pee and shower, and left the door open for both FK and GK to access the toilet. CB got out of the shower and began his elaborate beauty regimen. I text Sareth to see where he was. It was almost 7:45 and we still had to eat breakfast. It came free with the room so we might as well take advantage of it. Sareth replied quickly, said that he was already at the lobby. I apologized that we are not ready yet. He said to take our time and not worry too much about hurrying up. I forget that this is my tour and I can do as much and as little as I want. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too. I wanted boys in my trip, and all that came with that, but I also wanted to tour one of the world’s greatest wonders. There was bound to be some compromise with one of these activities. I guess the touring part of my trip will suffer. I ask CB if I needed to wear pants to Angkor Wat. I read online that tourists wearing shorts weren’t allowed to climb the higher levels of Angkor Wat. CB says he heard this as well, but it is kind of hot today, and he was worried that I will overheat wearing pants. CB says to wear shorts for now and we can ask Sareth what the rules were for clothing. I wear the longest pair of shorts I could find, one that barely covered my knees, and the boys all wore pants and looked sharp. We all get ready by 8 AM, and I tell them we will have breakfast first. FK mentioned that he was super hungry, he said “the sex” last night made him hungry. Fair enough, that’s probably why I’m starving as well. CB takes my umbrella and says we should leave after breakfast. We all head down to the hotel “restaurant” and pass by the lobby. We see Sareth, decked out in his official tour guide uniform, sitting in the lobby chairs with another tour guide. He stands up to greet us, and says he will just be there because he knew we were all gonna get breakfast. He has done this before. CB asks about the clothing rule, in Khmer, and Sareth looks at my shorts. He tells me, in English, that I should be fine, as long as my shorts can cover my knees a little bit. We find the restaurant and sit in one of the tables. We look at the menu and see that there are the items that are “free”, ie. included in the free breakfast, and other items that can be ordered for a fee. I get my usual American breakfast items (eggs and breakfast meats with toast), and the boys get similar items. CB orders an orange juice, not a free item, and I do the same. Soon everyone does the same. I get some coffee as well. We eat leisurely and after 10 minutes we ask for the check. The waiter says it will be put in my room bill. I leave a $1 tip and we head back to the lobby. Sareth is now alone, and we all walk out of the hotel onto the street. Sareth asks, whispering, “Did you have fun last night?” I say “You bet!” I put my arms around both FK and GK and we all laugh. Glad everyone seems to be in good spirits, even if we did not have enough sleep last night. CB puts his hand in mine and squeezes it. I look at him and we both smile at each other. How come he still looks fresh and immaculate even with little sleep? We get to the van that was parked in the side of the street. CB jumps in and sits in the front row, and puts out an outreached hand to me to guide me next to him. FK and GK sit in the next row of seats, and Sareth sits next to the driver. Sareth shows us a cooler full of bottled waters and some ice, and reminds us to hydrate regularly during the tour. The driver starts the van and we are on our way to see Angkor Wat. The boys in the back start talking in Khmer, and CB couldn’t resist and join in the conversation. Sareth talks to me, in English, and began talking about the general layout of the whole Angkor Wat park complex. Our main goal is to see Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm, and then go break for lunch, and then, if we had the energy, we can explore the greater complex of Angkor Thom, specifically Bayon and nearby structures. I google a map of the park and see how everything was laid out. While we talk, it was pure mayhem with the three Khmer boys. Talking, laughing, roughhousing, tickling, singing, it was mayhem. The driver laughs at certain remarks the boys were making, and Sareth would once in a while shake his head in either horror or shame. How many times this trip have I wished I understood Khmer? I make it a point not to ask what they were talking about, and wait till someone illuminates me. Ultimately someone does, this time it is FK, probably seeing my bewilderment. He said they were talking about last night. “Last night fun?” I ask. FK says yes. I look at CB and he says “they want to know who was better in fun. FK or GK” I laugh out loud and kind of scandalized by the conversation. CB insists on getting the answer. “Who was better, FK or GK?” And then another exchange in Khmer. The driver is laughing, Sareth was smiling nervously. I assured him that I was fine. I guess he was not used to this lack of tact before in public. I refused to give a direct answer and just said “I am not sure, maybe I can try again tonight to see who was better.” Everyone laughs at my answer. After about 15 minutes we slow down and we see the main entrance of the park. We stop and park and Sareth says that I will need to buy a ticket to access the park. We both go to the ticketing cashiers. Sareth tells me because everyone else is Cambodian in our party that they don't have to buy tickets. The "Angkor Pass" was $20, which to me was cheap considering the wonders I am about to witness, as well as it was a contribution towards what I hope is maintaining the park for generations to enjoy. We get to our first stop, Angkor Wat. The boys calm down a little bit and everyone gets out of the van. We approach the temple on this side: Sareth takes my photo, alone, posing in front of Angkor Wat. And then the boys get into it as well. Each needed a photo alone, then a group photo of all three, then one with me. Lots of selfies, posted eventually to facebook. I’m actually glad its not just me acting like a tourist. Everyone wants a photo, even if they have been here before many times. We walk to the side of the Wat and the boys start talking in Khmer. Sareth uses this opportunity to talk to me, the western tourist, about the temple. First he starts by saying that I might not be interested in the history of the whole park so he will skip all that. I told him he was wrong, I totally wanted to listen to what he had to say about how the park came to be, its place in Cambodian history, as well as efforts to restore it. I then talk about a documentary I saw years ago about efforts to recreate the non-stone structures, in a computer model, that were in the area that are now gone. I talked about the technology used, Lidar, that was able to detect these structures through laser light. I said that this was a technology used in my line of work. Maybe I came across as flighty and superficial because I brought money boys with me? Maybe I projected a sense of disinterest with nuance because I was too focused on my fun? In any case Sareth was generous with his knowledge of the park and we had a good exchange on the history of the whole complex. Meanwhile, the boys found the monkeys at the park: Sareth warns them about taunting the monkeys too much, and to not feed them. CB gets closer to me, away from the monkeys. He got kind of freaked out by the monkeys. FK began taunting him and then some roughhousing ensued. Boys will be boys. We get to this entrance and selfies and photos were taken again: I wish I could show you guys the photos with the boys. After walking a bit into the Wat, we get to the Bas Relief Galleries and Sareth talks about the 37 heavens and 32 hells: CB listens for a bit before he gets carried away by FK’s and GK’s sheningans. We pass by a ton of headless buddhas, due to prior theft that pre-dated the preservation efforts in the park, which was both disturbing and bizaare to me: We head over outside and CB promptly opens the umbrella to protect his skin from getting tan. He is deathly afraid of tanning and has worked hard to whiten his skin. I take a lot of pictures of him and his umbrella. He is adorable. I take a photo of FK roughhousing with everyone. He surely is very outgoing and rambunctious. GK is more reserved, but FK draws him out of his shell at certain times. Sareth keeps his façade of being the grownup in the group, but sometimes utters some witty asides or the occasional joking remark pertaining to the boys. I, the ringleader of the group, was just enjoying the day with my boys. I certainly did not envision that this was going to be my Angkor Wat experience, but now that it was happening, its hard to imagine any other way I could’ve done this. We pass by this wall sculpture featuring dancers doing the famous Cambodian “apsara” dance: Sareth challenges the boys to pose in front of the wall and do their best apsara poses. They rush in front and did their best. Lots of photos. Sareth then instructs me to get in the middle of the action and act as the king surrounded by the “divine” apsara dancers. Again lots of photos. Everyone was laughing and having fun. It was time to go into the upper level. This was not the main stairs, but just to give you an idea of the ascent we made: Lots of pretty photos to take. I took a photo of this reclining Buddha, the colors were striking: The view above was pretty nice as well: There was a buddhist monk in the area, giving out blessings. One by one the boys take turns kneeling down the monk, getting blessed, and get their fortunes read. They give some Cambodian Riels as donation. CB gets a red string bracelet put on his left wrist. Sareth explains to me the string bracelet on the left garners merit to the wearer. CB then encourages me to get a blessing as well. He tells me to get the bracelet on my right wrist, for luck. I pick the red one as well, and get my blessings from the monk. I leave $1 as donation. The stairs were very steep, and seemed steeper climbing down: We pass by more impressive structures as we head out of the Wat. Sareth was very game in talking about Angkor Wat information in the face of Khmer boy roughhousing and endless selfies. As we move away from the Wat, Sareth points to the horizon and the temple, positions me and tells me to take a picture. I didn’t get it at first but after looking at it more I got it. This was where almost everyone in the world takes a photo of the temple at sunset. I take several, not as impressive as those professional photos, but still impressive to me: A fitting end to what has been a unique way to see this world treasure. I challenge everyone here to see Angkor Wat with three rambunctious boys. It definitely enhanced my experience lol. It was almost 12 noon. Sareth suggests we go to the next temple first before we break for lunch. CB agrees so we head back to the van to get aircon and waters. It was hot out there but present company sure made it more than bearable. Ta Prohm next…

Hey 777ckl. Funny to see my old trip report pop up. That was a good time. It is not an hourly rate, for either short time (ST) or long time (LT), though intuitively short time should not exceed 3 hours, at least from what I've been reading here. Long time can range from the boy staying till 6 am the next day (with at least some sleep), or could extend to the after the next day. Depends on the boy, on you, the activities and the circumstances, this is only a general rule of thumb. Generally I've had fairly good luck offing boys and inviting them to my room. I never feel as if they will be dangerous. Using the in-room safe is crucial of course. Anything that can't be in the safe I can stand to lose. The Crowne plaza even have safes that can fit my work laptop. Some hotels have security that takes the boy's ID before they are allowed in your room, and when the boy leaves security will check on you to see if everything is ok. Though I've been staying at Airbnb condos, and hotels that don't check id (Crowne plaza and the former Marriott pattaya), I've never felt at risk when offing boys. I got your message btw. I'll add you on whatsapp when I get a minute.

Day 4.8 Jomtien-ing our way through Siem Reap It was 11 PM, and the boys were buzzing about in Khmer. They seemed to come to a consensus before Sareth told me in English that the boys want to get their dance on. I asked if it were like Heart of Darkness in PP. Sareth told me there wasn’t really a gay dance club in SR, but we were going to the next best thing: Temple Club. We get back to Pub Street and the boys excitedly head into the club: They place was packed! I was told that this place was always swinging, and on a Tuesday low season night, it is still the place to be. The whole place was pulsing with trendy dance pop music. The customer base consisted of tourists and locals equally, and everyone was having a good time: Cambodia Boy (CB) and friends looked for an empty table. They wanted to sit down, drink, and get down and boogie as well. Sareth and I stood back and enjoyed the ambiance. I told him about how much fun I had in Heart of Darkness in PP, and it looks like this place is busier than that place. They made the whole place look like an Angkor Wat temple filled with figure heads and temple implements and a rustic feel to the décor: No doubt the customers present have had a taste of Angkor Wat earlier, or like me, about to the trek tomorrow, so the Temple theme is appropriate, though the merriment and drinking is probably turned down to a 1 when visiting the real thing. And the only worshipping going on at the moment was for liquor, and the strength of one’s devotion corresponded to the alcohol content of one’s drink, The boys came back defeated, unsuccessful with their quest to find us a table. I told them no matter, we can find a corner and we can drink there. We found one of those little tables in the edge of the dance floor that was empty. We quickly claimed it and the boys flagged down one of the waitstaff to order some drinks. As Jomtien boys they are very familiar with drinking. I would have thought that since they drink everyday for a living, they wouldn’t be doing it if they didn’t have to. But here they were, spearheading the quest to get more liquor for the night, even demanding it to be brought really quickly because they were thirsty. As we waited for our drinks to arrive we danced in place around the table. Everyone was into it. We all were just gay boys visiting a cool club and dancing to beats we all knew the words to. This takes me back to 10 years ago, when I was their ages (roughly), equally eager to drink and dance to the beat. Now at 35, at least back home, my forays into pulling all nighters drinking and dancing are fewer and farther between. Somehow Thailand, and now Cambodia, enables me to take me back to that time when it was OK to drink too much, to make a fool of yourself on the dance floor, and not have a care in the world. Somehow, possessing a mortgage and going through intense work meetings and just having overall adult responsibilities have dulled my sense of abandon. The country, the boys, and the booze enabled me to get all that back, at least for one night at a time. We get our drinks in the form of two giant pitchers filled with a dull brown liquid and a yellow-ish liquid. I ask what they were, and I get the answer “alcohol”. LOL, OK, no problem. The fluid of the pitchers were distributed in shot glasses, the other one had straws. Alright fine, it’s a stronger liquor in one, and a chaser in the other. We all fill our shot glasses and everyone raises their glass to toast. We down all of it and some have the chaser as well: The lighting in the place was great. It was dark but there were enough lights to see everyone. There were some laser lighting scattered in the place and it gave it a modern feel around the more rustic elements of the temple décor. The boys were able to have fun dancing around the laser lights. Everyone was dancing, including Sareth, and once in a while we will stop and pose for a selfie or a group photo, some of which have been put on facebook. I didn’t care about being in the photos with them. It was a memorable time that should be documented. CB probably was the most mindful of the time. After an hour of merriment, we have finished the chaser pitcher, but the liquor pitcher was still half-full. So CB does what every Jomtien knows how to do when needing to down alcohol quickly: play a game of rock-paper-scissors. There were five of us that will play the game, and it takes many tries to get to just one loser, and the loser gets to drink a shot. This was reminiscent of my time in Jomtien, where I did the same thing: Echoing my earlier comment: “You can take a Jomtien boy out of Pattaya, but you can’t take Pattaya out of a Jomtien boy,” CB wants us to play the game not because the boys wanted to finish the bottle sooner so that their customer can order another bottle, but because he was being mindful of the time, and the need to get some rest, because of the daunting walking and touring we will be doing tomorrow. And sure enough, the stronger liquor was finished pretty quickly, in a matter of 20 minutes. Fit Khmer (FK) got the majority of the shots (maybe he wanted to drink more?), and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) got the least amount. I think I was able to drink three shots. CB gamely, almost business-like, downed his, and Sareth got a fair amount. The game is always adds a fun element to the night, and everyone always laughs and gives the loser a hard time. We managed to dance some more in between shots, and some more after all the booze was gone. After a while CB asks me if I wanted to go. I said yes, I think it is time. I inform Sareth that we are retiring to our hotel and hopefully we can wake up at a reasonable hour. We all make our way back to the hotel, the Pub Street sign wishing us goodbye: On the walk back to the hotel, CB, FK and GK begin to talk in Khmer. They were talking pretty intensely and I was curious what they were saying. While walking Sareth and I fall behind after a while and Sareth discreetly informs me that they were doing some planning on what to do with me once we all were back at the room. I ask, “What to do with me?” Sareth says yes, something to do with having fun. I quickly got it. They were planning logistics on the “fun” part of the night. CB thinks of everything. I give Sareth a worried look, but he assures me that it was all good. We get to the hotel and the lights are dimmed for the night. Rambutan asks all guests to deposit their keys at the desk. Everyone is forced to anyway, because they give us these giant plastic tags on the key ring that makes it impossible to put the keys in your pocket. This is probably a wise decision on the hotel’s part. The somewhat intense nature of walking and touring the Angkor Wat complex makes losing those keys pretty easy. We get both our keys for our two rooms, but with the knowledge of just using the one key for one room. We say goodbye to Sareth. He says he will be back at around 8 AM tomorrow, but no worries if we are not ready. He knows how it is. Once in the room FK and GK take off all their clothes and rush into the bathroom to shower and do other things. CB then sits me down, tells me that they were talking about earlier. He says that the boys may want to have fun before going to bed, and he asked me if I wanted to join in. I said sure, but asked him what will he be doing. He said he will be going to the upstairs terrace to listen to music and look at music videos. I ask him if he was sure this is what he wanted. He said yes, he knew I wanted it as well. While we wait for the boys to finish, we both take off our shirts and we cuddle shirtless in the bed. He shows me youtube and tells me he remembers the songs that were played in Temple Club, and found the music videos for it. Again, the music videos he finds aren’t the official artist’s videos made by the record company, it is the ones that have English lyrics flashing in the screen. This is his way of knowing the correct English words being sung in the song. I always admired his eternal quest in perfecting his English. The boys emerge, both in towels. They go to their corner of the room and put on underwear. CB instructs me to shower next while he talks to the boys before heading up to the terrace. I do my thing for 5 minutes, half horny about the possibility of getting on with 2 very cute and sexy Khmer boys, and half nervous of partaking in such an un-spontaneous moment. I guess at the end of the day (literally), what I wanted was sex. I emerge, in my towel as well, and the boys were laying on their bed, on their phones. CB is gone. They see me and the take down their phones and sit on the queen bed. I laugh nervously and say that I am nervous. FK laughs and tweaks one my nipples, and told me to relax and let both of them do all the work. I take off my towel and hide under the covers. They join me under the covers on opposite sides of the bed, and start laying their hands on me. FK starts kissing me, lightly at first, and then deeply. He has been pretty touchy-feely with me all this time, now he is showing how much he really liked me. GK aimed further down, and quickly put my cock in his mouth till it grew. He was doing a great job, and the combination of the kissing and sucking almost made me cum. It was sensory overload that can only happen in a threesome with you being the object of affection. GK works on my balls and legs, and he was pretty good with his tongue. He stayed in that area for a while. FK was paying attention to my upper half, licking my nipples, my neck, and kissing me. They were right, all I had to do was sit back and relax. They were all doing the work. FK takes off his underwear to reveal a fully hard cock that was respectable in size. I start touching it to jack it off but he pushed my hand away, telling me to “just relax.” It was all about me. GK then joins FK and we all kiss. Threeway kissing is always awkward but we tried. I put my hands on the back of their heads, and they started kissing each other. This sight alone was enough for me, but there was more. FK sucks on my cock, and then with FK holding my hard cock, GK puts a condom on my cock, and FK sits on my cock and thrusts up and down. I was loving this. FK was gamely sitting on my cock with a smile on his face. GK was looking at both of us, jacking off while we were fucking. After a while FK gets off and it was GK’s turn to sit on my cock. He was more forceful, and I had to hold him to temper his thrusts. I was getting into it, and was very close to cumming. Sensing this, GK gets off and takes off the condom and sucks me. When I can’t take it anymore I tell GK I was close. He stops sucking and jacks me off. Cum flies all over. Both boys then go on opposite sides of me and start chuck-wowing together. They closed their eyes while chuck-wowing. FK cums first and my chest catches everything. GK cums next, and the cum just kept on coming. It was a lot. It quickly spilled on the bed. FK quickly gets a towel to catch whatever he can. I laugh and tell them “Good job!” with two thumbs up. They both laugh. They then ask me to go to the bathroom with them to clean up. In the bathroom both soap me down till I was clean. I towel off and let them clean themselves. Back in the bed I Line CB and tell him we were done. The terrace door opens and CB comes back down, still shirtless and in headphones. He takes off the headphones and pants and lies down with me on the bed. He asks me if I had a good time. I say yes, a lot. I then say I wished he joined us. He says maybe tomorrow. I tell him I look forward to it. Lots to look forward tomorrow, including of course, Angkor Wat.

I was lucky it turned out the way. Again, it helped that I have known CB for quite a while so we are comfortable with each other. Your mileage will vary, of course. Yes, like vinapu said, buy a ticket and fly. But seriously, its taking me a while to get to SR, and it looks like I am taking my time talking about SR as well. 3 Siem Reap posts and I haven't talked about Angkor Wat yet. And if you can do me a favor, if you like what I write, write a trip report of your exploits as well! Thanks traveller123. It doesn't take as much time to write these as you think. Words just come pouring out of my head. The memories are amazing and the memories pretty vivid. I derive a lot of joy recounting what happened through writing about it. CB has the same indignation when he gets mistaken for Thai. You are lucky that SR is a shorter trip for you than Bangkok. It is 20+ hours of travel for me. How I wish I could drive there from home... Thanks ChristianPFC! It matters a lot coming from you. Your blog and your travel is an inspiration to me. I don't think I can completely live full-time in Thailand/Cambodia, so I like that you write about your exploits, having lived there for an extended amount of time, and being able to speak the language. Its fun to read your blog, and I thought about doing a blog myself. But it is a ton of work, and I am not in Thailand as much as you do. Though I guess i can talk about my other travels, of which there are a few. And thanks for the grammar tip! You think native english speakers would know the difference of lay/lie/lies, but i guess I am one of those Americans that can't seem to get their act together when writing about it. Some of the chicken in Cambodia are very splintery and cartilage-y. I talk about it in one meal (in a future post). I was lucky that i did not have to negotiate prices while i was there. Can you elaborate vinapu? Have you had less than positive experiences with Khmers? Oh the pressure. People check the forum to see if I have posted the latest installment? I can't slack off then! LOL. Thanks for the positive feedback. Again, any feedback, good or bad, encourages me to continue to post, be it here in the thread or though private message, of which some of you have done. As the saying goes, "A rolling stone gathers no moss." I've traveled almost the length of the day to get here, I might as well make the most of it. There is a lot to do in PP, SR and Thailand, one will always have their hands full if they choose to. Thought as you notice I take a lot of naps. Which is not a waste of time, I know. It enables me to be fresh and ready for the next experience.

Day 4.6: You Reap What You Siem Any trip to Siem Reap of course meant going to Angkor Wat, so a month ago I immediately thought of getting the tour guide for Siem Reap in SiamRoads, Sareth: There are ways to get hold of him through the website of course, but I contacted Ya, the Bangkok Siam Roads tour guide, instead. I’ve used his services a number of times in the past, and since then I’ve been in constant contact with him through Line, and talk to him from time to time. I felt Ya out, how was Sareth? Ya said he was very good and he was actually meeting Sareth for the first time in early September. He was going to Thailand. Ya immediately got me and Sareth in a group text and I talked to him from there. After asking me what I wanted from the tour, I was able to construct an itinerary with him, going to Kompong Kleang to visit the floating villages, as well as Tonle Sap Lake, on Day 1, and then Angkor Wat park and three temples on Day 2. Unfortunately, I had to cancel a day each for PP and SR, so that meant cancelling the Day 1 itinerary, and sticking to the Angkor Wat day. Sareth was pretty understanding about the situation. Now as I write this I wish I did not shorten Cambodia, and just reduced the Bangkok days, but oh well. There will be other opportunities in the future to get to Cambodia for sure. Sareth and I have been texting regurlarly on the lead up to the Siem Reap trip. He was usually just checking in to see if I arrived to the destination for the day, and how I was and what I was doing. I threw him a curveball of cancelling Tonle Sap, and now, I threw him another curveball, my party grew from 2 to 4. He was able to deftly change our vehicle from a car to a van. I then explained to him who I was with in all honesty: 3 Pattaya money boys. No judgements from him, and just clear acknowledgements (OK maybe some personal remarks, but I will keep this between me and Sareth ). When we meet with Sareth, the boys eagerly peppered him with questions, in Khmer. I was curious as to what they were talking about. CB tells me they were asking him about his business, how much it pays, what kind of education it takes for one to be a tour guide, etc. Sareth looks at me and asks me, in English, if it was OK for them to talk to me in Khmer the whole time. I told him, of course, I don’t mind. They were curious about you. Sareth held on to ask questions from the Khmer trio till he thought he was being rude to me and then started talking to me. I appreciated the effort but really, I’d rather everyone be themselves around me, so everyone is comfortable. Cambodia Boy (CB) knows this about me, and Fit Khmer (FK) and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) most probably were prompted by CB about this. Sareth asks me what kind of food I like. I tell him I do not have any preferences in food, so my rule is when I am in a new place, I try the local cuisine. He suggests a restaurant in the popular part of town. We start walking there and everyone seems to be in a good mood. They go back and forth in Khmer and English, and I more or less get the gist of what everyone was talking about. FK keeps me close and puts an arm around me like he usually likes to do, as if to show me I am always part of the group even if only Khmer was being uttered. CB was always shy when it comes to public affection, but FK seems to not have any qualms about it. I didn’t mind the contact of course. We duck into an alleyway appropriately called “The Alley”, and stopped at the restaurant "Purple Mangosteen", which I understand was also a hotel. Sareth is greeted by the staff and we get seated on one of the tables at the outside of the restaurant. The boys and Sareth grab hold of the menu and rattle furiously in Khmer about the food choices. I wasn’t asked what I wanted but I trusted their judgment, especially CB because he knows what I liked (which is everything). After ordering Sareth shows me the food items on the menu that they ordered. Five dishes to be shared family style with everyone. While we waited for our food, GK, in broken English, asks Sareth about what we can do as far as nightlife in Siem Reap. He told us there are a few choices we have in SR but it is not like Bangkok, of course. I do hope Cambodia does not have a complex with respect to being compared to Thailand. The boys, especially CB, seem to be explaining how things that are in Cambodia in terms of Thailand. Maybe because I am familiar with Thailand that they have to do this. I am sure the deep-seated, centuries-old, animosity between the two countries extend to having pride over their own countries, regardless of whether things are smaller or less sophisticated etc. Regardless, things were described to me in Thailand terms again - the good: cheaper, less crowded, more laid back; the bad: less choices, no gogo boys, less crowded. I tell Sareth (and the boys) about my impressions of Phnom Penh. They were actually eager to listen to what I had to say about their beloved PP. All I had was good things to say, which was the god honest’s truth. Charming, relaxed, enjoyable, cheaper compared to USA, will go again in a heartbeat. CB unleashes some Khmer ode after that, and then explains to me that he was talking about my infatuation with Space Hair. I then show them photos of the boys. They quickly understand my infatuation. Soon the food arrives, and it is a nice feast for five hungry boys: CB, as he always does, serves me. Rice, some curry, some chicken, some beef, some veggies. All yummy again, of course. Most of the conversations going forward were in Khmer, with some whispers in English from CB. Sareth tells me about tomorrow’s itinerary, but reminds me that it is my tour, so it can be as short or long as I want, and can start anytime, to consider the possibly late night we will be having tonight. I tell Sareth we can play it by ear, but I tell him I do want to sample the gay entertainment in the city. We finish eating and Sareth asks for the check. Sareth gives me the bill and I ask if they accept credit cards. Sareth says yes so I give him my card without looking at the bill. He takes it to the cashier inside and sits back down. One of the staff gives the credit card slip to me. I looked at the price - I was scandalized by the amount: $12.50. All that, and drinks, for $12.50? Is that possible? Sareth says he was given a 50% discount for being a loyal customer. This was tremendously cheap. I couldn’t get that cheap price for a proper sit-down meal for one person here back home, let alone for 5 people (I checked my credit card statement online just now to double check the amount, yep, it was $12.50). I put a $2 tip in the check book and left it on the table. We start our trek to our first bar. On the way we pass by Pub Street, the “Walking Street” of SR, without the streetwalkers, I guess: It was alive with activity and tourists, pretty good for Tuesday night in low season. It got us in the mood for the bar we were going to: Barcode, a gay bar. Sareth says it was a favorite first bar of the night for bar hoppers in SR. It is a nice place to get a first drink, and they have a little show that is earlier than the other bars. We get there and, apart from one customer sitting on the bar on his laptop (?), we were the only ones there. But it was only 9 PM, so it is early. We sat on one of the loungers and looked at the drink menu. About 5 minutes, a party of five Khmers came in and sat on the adjacent loungers. I tell CB my drink order and he orders for me. The boys order as well. We have some pleasant conversation. It was a very nice bar. The lighting was pretty chill for relaxing. The lounges and chairs were pretty well situated and ideal for socializing. We get all our drinks, and mine was a little bit on the weak side. Sareth tells me the show usually starts at 9:30 PM. The show starts, and it’s the very familiar lady boy show: Nothing too remarkable. I forgot what she was lip-syncing to. But perhaps because I was talking to the boys that’s why I don’t remember. At 9:45 PM, Sareth says we should probably go to another bar, a more popular one, called Station Wine Bar. We drink up, I pay for everything ($18 for 5 drinks) and we leave. It was a short walk to the next bar. At the door, they have this signage: Looks promising. We get in and there were probably 4 other customers in the bar. Very quiet again but it was low season. We get seated in good seats next to the stage. There was a mezzanine up above, and I see some lady boys in sequined gowns, and a few good looking boys. They were waiting for the 10 PM start of their show. I tell CB again I wanted a rum and coke. Everyone orders and we get out drinks pretty quickly. I eye some of the waiters, some of them were pretty good looking, my type. The show starts with a good-looking shirtless boy lip-syncing to a boy ballad. He knew all the words, and was emoting with the music. But of course the main attraction was his pretty face and nice torso: Next was a lady boy singing “Halo” by Beyonce. She was pretty good. Lots of emotion and was mouthing the words pretty well. There wasn’t a case of “lip-syncing with an accent”, a phenomenon I see in Thailand, wherein the ladyboy cant seem to mouth the English words well, and instead it looks like she was singing with her accent. She was pretty funny too. One customer gave her a dollar: Next was a princess-looking lady boy who sang a J-pop song: While she was singing, all three Khmer boys were singing with her. All three knew the words being sung. I found this funny. I videoed some of it, obviously cant share it here. CB Lines me a link to the YouTube video. The song is ‪赤いスイートピー - 松田聖子. Apparently it’s a very famous J-pop song in Cambodia: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COYNJQMiqz0 After that, a solo dance number from good-looking guy: A duo number with another shirtless Khmer: And another duo shirtless number: BONUS: a link to a video clip I took of the number. Click on the link to go to the clip: https://vid.me/Zvcs And everyone gets onstage for a last number: Overall, it was a pretty fun time. The numbers were pretty well-crafted, the music pretty catchy and lively, the talent good-looking and entertaining, and all the customers were enraptured by the entertainment. The drinks were pretty good as well, and everyone was in a great mood. The show finished around 10:45 PM. We started talking about our next plan for the night. Everyone clearly did not want the night to end just yet. So we finish our drinks and I pay the bill ($22 for 5 drinks) and we head out of the bar, in great spirits. We all almost skipped to our next destination… To be continued

Day 4.3: Four's Company Looking at Siem Reap and the buildings that we pass by in the car, there were really no remarkable structures or obvious landmarks. I was expecting some kind of organized infrastructure because of the popularity of the city for tourists who come for Angkor Wat. But maybe that’s how Cambodia is right now. It’s part of its charm. The impressive structures of Angkor Wat are what counts anyhow. When my flight got cancelled and I was rescheduling my trip, I asked CB if spending 2 days in PP and another 2 days in SR is too short. Maybe I should use all 4 days in SR instead, going to the temples on multiple days. CB said he knows me well, and he knew I would be bored with SR after a few days. I guess the only side of me he saw was the hedonistic side: getting boys, long nights, and lots of booze. Maybe he did not think I would find Angkor Wat interesting. I stuck with the 2 days from his suggestion. It's mid-afternoon when we get to the city center. The streets were full of locals, tourists, and tuktuks moving around. Fit Khmer (FK) tells the driver where to turn to get to the Rambutan Hotel. He has been to this hotel before. We turn into a narrower street away from the business and I see signage for Rambutan Hotel. I take a crisp $100 bill from my wallet and give it to CB. We get out of the car, FK and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) take both my bags and their own bags, CB pays the driver, and we all head over to the hotel. So I was able to rebook the Rambutan from 3 nights to 2 nights in the midst of my rescheduling. It was for their two-bed (one queen size and one single bed), 3 people occupancy suite for $60 a night. My problem? We were 4 people total. I could probably just say we were 3 people and be done with it, and discreetly go in and out of the hotel with all 4 of us, but I did not want to do that. I’d rather get another room and get all of us 4 registered, since they were part of my party. Yes, another change in my plans, I have to adapt. I tell the boys to sit on the lobby chairs by the side while I sort things out with the hotel staff. I get greeted by the head hotel staff at check-in. I give the manager my passport and let him look for my reservation. He greets me by name and first thing he says is I got upgraded to the Deluxe Villa, which is two floors, with the same number of beds. The first floor has the beds and bathroom, the second floor is a private terrace with a shower, tub and lounge chairs. I thanked him for the upgrade, but I told him that we were 4 total people. Was it possible to fit 4 people in the room, I ask. He told me it was not possible, as 3 people were the maximum occupancy for their rooms, but he could get me another room, a suite with a queen-sized bed for a discount. Without any hesitation I say yes. I point to the rest of my party (to the boys) and one of the staff asks the boys, in Khmer, for ID as well. The manager says something to the other staff there, and pretty soon me and the boys get cold drinks and cool moist towels to wipe our brows with. The extra room was about $45, so at $105 total for two rooms, it was still a reasonable price for me. I tell CB about the two rooms, and he instantly tells me that “We all stay in one room, right?” I say yes we all will, but now the staff needs to show us both our rooms. So why don’t we go to the Villa room, and let FK and GK go to the other room. One of the staff shows us our villa, another staff member takes FK and GK to the other room. Both rooms were on opposite sides of the hotel complex. CB and I get to the somewhat steep stairs to get to our room. The staff member unlocks the room and reveals a pretty nice and well put-together room. I see a queen sized bed and a single bed in the first floor of the room. Website photo: She then shows us both the upstairs that has the private terrace with the shower, tub and lounges. Website photo: The boy pictured is not included in the room. I however, came prepared on brought three of my own. We say goodbye to the staff member. CB then tells me he will be back and leaves the room. After 10 minutes he comes back with FK and GK with their luggage. He really wanted all of us in one room like one big happy family. Fine with me . The boys talk in Khmer about the room, checking out the bathroom, the furniture, amenities, and the terrace upstairs. The jagged Khmer tones come back. After a while it was just white noise to me. They talk for a while, and then they switch to English to ask me what I wanted to do. I told them I wasn’t sure, and then asked them what they wanted to do. CB tells me I am the boss. I tell him that is not true, I think you are the boss. Everyone laughs, and then after a few suggestions, we all decide that we are all hungry. The meal in Skun was 4 hours ago, and now we were ready to eat again. I mention that we do have a dinner set up with Sareth, the Siam Roads gay tourist guide, so we can just get snacks for now. CB agrees, and barks some orders to FK. CB then gives FK some money. FK nods to everything CB was saying, and then he goes to me and kisses me on the lips, telling me “I go outside.” When FK leaves I ask CB where he was going. CB says he told FK to get some snacks and drinks. CB then suggests that we take a shower together after the long drive. GK says he will use the shower in the terrace. I say OK to CB, but why together? CB says he wanted to be alone and be “sweet” with me before eating. I will not say no to that. We get in the bathroom and take off all our clothes. He turns on the shower and we find the soap and shampoo. We start kissing and we kiss under the stream of water coming out of the shower. CB starts soaping me up and then tells me that he cannot have sex with his friends. He says that both are OK having sex with each other but he cannot be there with us. I tell him this is fine. I understand that he doesn’t see his friends that way, but why are his friends OK with having sex with each other? He says that they where boyfriends before, so they have done it before together. He only knows them as friends, so it was awkward for him to have sex with them. I told him I was fine with this. CB tells me to just tell him when I wanted to have fun with them so he can tell them. We kiss and do a soap down and just be tender with each other. No cumming really, just some alone time. We finish and towel down and emerge from the bathroom in towels. I see GK in a towel as well, laying down on the single bed, texting. CB and I modestly put on clothes in GK’s presence. And then we hear a large noise outside. GK shouts “Oh no rain. FK is outside.” He hurriedly puts on clothes and heads outside. After 5 minutes we get a slightly wet GK and FK back in the room with some plastic bags. Food has come! GK unwraps the food and I see 4 baguettes wrapped in paper, as well as some waters and candies and gum. FK says that the baguettes have “Pâté” in it. Very French. The boys sit on the floor to start eating. CB tells me to sit down so we can eat. I do, almost giddy that I get invited to this picnic. I get handed one baguette. I unwrap it and bite into it. This was awesome. The baguette was very fresh, and the pâté was kind of sweet. The boys tore into the food, and were laughing and talking in Khmer. Photos with incriminating tattoos taken out: We finish up and the boys clean up the wrappers. FK takes off all his clothes, revealing his sinewy lean physique, and goes to the bathroom to shower. CB asks me what I wanted to do next. I tell CB since it was raining outside, we really can’t go out and explore. And I told him I was a little bit tired still since napping in the car wasn’t ideal. CB suggest we all nap for a couple of hours before dinner. I told him that was a great idea. We can be fresh for undoubtedly the long night ahead, and we can at least conserve energy because tomorrow is a long day for Angkor Wat sightseeing. CB and I get situated in the queen sized bed. GK lays back on the single bed, and FK emerges in a towel from his shower. He puts on some boxers and lays beside GK. The aircon is turned on up high so the room was cool, so everyone was under the covers pretty soon. I Facebook message Sareth that we will be looking at meeting around 7:30 PM for dinner tonight. I set the alarm for 6:45 PM and try to get some shut-eye. The alarm comes and everyone stirs awake. I tell CB that Sareth will be waiting for us at 7:30. CB tells the boys in Khmer and soon everyone was getting ready. We wash our faces, style our hair, put on cologne. FK is very shirtless and is proud of his abs while he is getting ready. GK is styling his long locks to a trendy style, showing his striking features even more. And CB, the fairest of them all, takes all the time in the world to get ready. It takes a lot of effort to look that good, and all the effort shows in how he looks. Eventually it was obvious to me that everyone was dressing up the same: long sleeved button-down shirts, stylish jeans, and smart shoes. I hate that I only took with me universal farang wear: t-shirt and shorts. While we all wait for CB to get ready, FK puts his arm around me and asks me a few questions about myself. My work, my city in the USA, my hobbies, my favorite food. CB shouts something in Khmer to FK but he ignores CB. I answer gamely, and GK listens as well. They ask me how long I have been going to Thailand and I tell them. They ask me if I liked Cambodia, I tell them very much so, the locations, the food, and the boys. CB then asks me something interesting, who do I like more, Thais or Khmers? I tell them, of course, that I like Khmers more, lying a little bit. In reality I really have no preference. And then I tell them why. I told them they were cuter, more fun-loving, and more truthful. This was of course, lifted verbatim from CB’s own words. One night after he had to share with me with another Thai boy, he asked me why I liked Thais. He said Thais will say anything to get our money. They will tell you: you are handsome man, sexy, and good in bed. CB, however, says that he will always tell the truth to me. And he does. Sometimes brutally so. But I rely on him to be honest with me every time. I count on him to do so while we are together. I look at the time, it was 7:45. I tell the boys to hurry. I text Sareth and tell him we are late, obviously. He says it was fine, he was just hanging out at the hotel lobby talking to the staff. The boys hurry up and soon we are all heading down the stairs to meet Sareth. We see Sareth, sitting down, texting on his phone. The boys then say hi to Sareth, and Sareth stands up and greets everyone. He then tells me that “I think we will need a van tomorrow, instead of the car I got.” I tell him this is fine. We were all in a car for 5 hours today, so a van would be better. After some small talk we head out of the hotel. The boys then excitedly talk to Sareth in Khmer. I wonder what they were talking about. To be continued…

Thanks guys! Like I said earlier, feedback, positive or negative, means a lot to me, and makes me want to write more. It was an awesome vacation and there is a lot to write about. I am also leaving a lot out, some too personal, but I think what I put out there is good enough. It will be amazing to see the progress PP will go through in the next decade. I'd like to at least make it a point to stop by, even just for a couple of days, to check out the progress and changes, make note of the prices of the food and drinks with the progress, as well as sample the boys and night life. Yes, its hard to believe, but writing about the experience is almost as fun as going through it. It gets to me relive the awesome times that were had. It extends the vacation for me. I've been in the USA for 15 days now but the vacation is still very much alive in my head through my storytelling and rereading what I've written. Unfortunately recounting the details sometimes makes me realize that I've could've made better decisions in certain things, but overall I think writing about this is a net positive for me. As paulsf says, it is a form of therapy for me. I'm glad you guys enjoy it. I think if it were a different group of boys, like if it was just 3 boys I picked out randomly, it wouldn't have worked. But CB is (now) and long-time and familiar friend, so I know him almost inside out, so choosing his best friends to come with us was a no-brainer. He trusts them, so I didn't have anything to worry about. Yes, the bread is to die for. Can't wait to go to Vietnam to try their version of baguettes there. So much to explore in the Indochinese Peninsula! And guys, is it just me, or has the forum been relatively silent these past few days?

Day 4.0: Little Highways, Big Dreams The theme for this trip has seemingly been change. Changes in fortune for a farang meant I got my Myanmar boy back. A change in my first flight meant reducing my time in Cambodia. And the appearance of other Jomtien boys in my travels made my change my companion count for Siem Reap. With all this change, one thing had to remain the same for me: my openness to experience everything. Instead of being too conservative about choosing what to do next or whether to fold in fear in the face of adverse change, I have instead, been game and open to everything that came my way, and that’s probably why it took me 12 or so posts to describe what happened to me in the course of only 3 days. In the face of so much change, I made the most of everything, saying yes to almost anything and anyone, and being open to whatever was put on my lap. So seeing that I had the opportunity to get two more boys in my entourage in Cambodia, best friends of my beloved of the moment, Cambodia Boy (CB), and being cute and sexy in their own right, I took it. Sure, it was going to cost me more money, more mouths to feed for 2 days, more whims I have to sastisfy, but someday, when I am old and gray, and cannot do this anymore, I will not be looking back at this point in my life wondering, boy, I wish I invited those two extra boys with me. I bet that would be fun. I chose to find out what would happen if I did. Now, you are about to find out as well. It was again 5 AM when CB and myself wound down and got to sleep. The alarm cruelly wakes us up at 8:30 AM. The car service was picking us up at 9:30 – 10, and we had to leave the condo unit, so we had to pack up our stuff and clean up. I wake up and look to my left, CB is still sound asleep. He looks so peaceful. I kiss his forehead and hug him. I stand up and head to the bathroom and do my business and shower. I put on a tank top and shorts and style my hair and get ready for the day. I go up to the bedroom and see CB still asleep. I lay beside him and spoon him till he woke up. He says “Good morning” and hugs me back. I tell him the time and remind him that we have to leave. He reluctantly stands up and texts a few people (his friends and the driver, he says). For $20-$30 a night this condo was a good deal. Comfortable beds, basic but complete amenities, cold aircon, and strategically located close to Space Hair and the riverfront, it was definitely a great AirBNB find. Plus, I was able to bring anyone I wanted to the condo, without any hotel receptionist or guard being all up in my business. One drawback to this property would probably be that it did not have a safe to store my passport and money for safekeeping, but then again CB was my only overnight guest, and I trusted him implicitly, so I did not need a safe. Lone travellers interested in long time offs probably will need the safe, and I recommend that you have one if you are with strangers. I Line the owner and tell him we are leaving, and asked him where we could leave the keys. He answers after a few minutes and told us he was coming to the condo to get the keys and say hi. He said if he wasn’t there before we left, we can just leave the keys in the mailbox up front. I pack up, throwing away a lot of candy wrappers, browns paper bags and plastic bags, and probably 10 empty water bottles. A third of my trip is done, there are still 7 nights to go. CB emerges from the bathroom naked and looking sexy. I squeeze his cock, but I know there is not time to have sex right now. He draws me close and we kiss. This is probably the last time we will be alone together before 2 other Khmers crash our party. He’s definitely been open to whatever I throw at him all this time, but then again, I’ve had time in the last year to get to know him more and see his limits, so I knew this trip was going to be a success. We finish packing and talk for a while before we get a knock on the door. It was the owner saying hi. He enters and thanks us for the business. I compliment him on the great property, and assure him that there will be future stays from me. We talk for a few minutes about my future trips, Siem Reap and Bangkok, before I tell him we have to go. We get to the convenience store across the street and I see CB’s friends already there, sitting on the seats in front of the store. Fit Khmer (FK) was wearing a ballcap put on backwards, and he looked younger that his late 20s. The other friend, lets call him Gorgeous Khmer (GK) because of his striking looks and big nose, was listening to music, but when he saw us come, he quickly takes off his earphone and hugs me. FK takes my backpack, and GK takes my roller bag. I guess with these many boys I don’t need to carry any bags at all. I ask how everyone was doing, I get numerous responses of “No sleep” or “Drink too much” or “Hungry”. I suggested that we buy some snacks in the store, so we do and get a few things like chips, waters, pastries and gum. I pay of course. CB tells me that the car service is coming. He asks me where I would like to sit in the car. I told him I wanted him by my side, so I’ll choose to ride in the back on the right side. He conveys this information to everyone, and FK says he will sit in the front. Pretty soon we get our car: It was good enough for the ride to SR, and we all fit, but I am guessing a bigger van would be better to get for a journey with 3 boys and myself. CB told me the price was $100 for the ride, and we can make stops on the way if we wanted. I thought the price was reasonable considering we will be in the car for 4.5 hours, and we were 4 people. I imagine I would be paying half the total for 4 people if we all take a bus or van, so I was not too worried about the price. And definitely cheaper than flying. We all pile in the car. The driver talks to me in Thai(?). I answer I am american. CB explains to him in Khmer and the driver apologizes and talks to me a bit in English. I tell him its ok and laugh it off. He says once we were outside Phnom Penh he needs to get gas for the car, but it was included in the fare. I nod yes and off we go. I close my eyes for a bit sleep, and pretty soon the three boys get into a lively discussion, in Khmer. The driver laughs at the conversation, perhaps the boys were hamming it up for the driver. I did not mind not understanding anything they were saying, and I was content in just being in the background. CB makes it a point to ask me, numerous times in the trip, in English, if I was OK. It was very considerate for him to ask me. I assured him everytime that yes, I was very much OK. GK in the opposite side of CB, also asks me if I was OK numerous times. FK, in the drivers seat, sometimes talks to me in English, perhaps explaining to me what the current conversation was. Overall, it was pretty nice and laid back drive. I ate some of the snacks that I bought. CB tells me that he asked the driver to stop at some point to have lunch, to assure me I will not go hungry the whole ride. As we leave PP and enter the countryside, I notice that the there are no big freeways or highways in Cambodia, at least not like that in Bangkok. Most of the time we were in a 2-lane highway, and there were barely any vehicles in the route with us. It made the drive more peaceful and worry-free, and it was nice to see Cambodia this way. As expected, everything looked very rural and undeveloped, perhaps not for long if progress was on the way in a few years. I see numerous signs telling us the miles to go to get to Siem Reap. I google map where we are and I get this: 4.5 hours of this is not bad. I wonder if busses or vans are more comfortable than the cramped quarters of a car with 5 people. But this was at least a little bit faster. We pass by villages and towns and I check out the boys who littered the roads, usually shirtless, either walking, selling some food, or just hanging out. I often wonder how those boys get from the streets of Cambodia to the bars of Pattaya, like the three boys in the car have done. I know CB’s story, an all too typical story of soul-crushing poverty. I wonder what FK and GK’s stories were. We get to Skun, a village 40 miles north of Phnom Penh, and a popular stopover for travellers making the trek between Siem Reap and Phnom Penh. FK asks me if I like Cambodian food, and I tell him I like it and hopefully we are eating some for lunch. He said yes, he knew of this restaurant along the highway that also had toilets. We get to the restaurant: The boys head to the toilets to pee, and I do the same. When I was done, GK takes my hand and leads me to the food, displayed up front: GK explains to me the various dishes displayed. Some chicken, beef and fish, some soups and vegetables. And baguettes of course. All look yummy. I tell GK that they can just order what they wanted and I’ll eat it. GK leads me to a table where he barks some orders to the waitstaff, and pretty soon we get some glasses and some tea. The tea was poured over ice so it was some kind of iced tea. The taste of the tea and coolness of the ice was a welcoming sensation from the hot day. Once all the food was decided, CB sits beside me, and FK and GK sits also. The driver sits in the far end of the table, and nods to me in acknowledgement. Pretty soon we get served: Everyone was hungry, including myself, so it was a free for all. Everyone was happy, joking, and talking in Khmer. Having dined with CB before, I knew he was going to serve me my food. And he did, explaining what the dish was every time he gave me a portion. The fun was very yummy, and it hit the spot for me. The restaurant did not have aircon, and we were the only customers that time, but I was having a lot of fun. I did not understand anything the boys and driver were saying, but it didn’t matter. After eating everyone got sleepy. The driver turned up the air a bit and it made everyone comfortable enough o sleep. CB, sitting in the middle, puts his head on my shoulder to sleep. I rest my head on the window and I try to get some shut-eye. Everyone seems to do the same. The familiar jagged Khmer tones that I have gotten used to have ceased, as everyone is tired from the little sleep we’ve all had the night before. The driver carries along as he takes us to Siem Reap. One after another, we pass by villages and towns along the way. And then, all of a sudden, we pass by bigger buildings and see more people. I see signage for Siem Reap and Angkor Wat. It was almost 3 PM, and we have arrived. Siem Reap awaits…

Day 3.8: Straight Boys, Gay Boys I did the math, I slept a total of 11 hours today. This is why I felt bright-eyed and bushy tailed at 1:30 AM. And frisky. And horny. It’s probably because I’ve had six Khmer boys in total that I was flirting with, the three Jomtien boys that just left, and the three Phnom Penh boys who took their places in my table. I ordered another drink (my fourth) as the bar winds down. Chef Guy takes my order and comes back with it. MilGuy was a Khmer guy in his mid-20s, and has been the most present in my Space Hair odyssey. He was there when I first sat down last night, and danced with me at the gay dance club Heart of Darkness. He is here again, closer than ever, and engulfing me in his 6+ foot frame, long arms and broad shoulders. He’s had his arm around me in different parts of the night. And right now, with the other guys, TankTop Guy and Chef Guy in my table, he is the one on my side. I casually ask him how long he has been working here. Not long, he said. He has told me he was straight yesterday, but I ask him today if it bothers him that gay guys ogle over him, touch his body, and ask him to sit with them. He said he enjoys the attention and the company, and has gotten used to how to flirt and serve drinks and make people happy. I ask him if he was interested in earning more money in Thailand by moving there and being a money boy. He said he was definitely interested and actually he was talking to my CB about it. Like having sex with male customers, I then question him. Sure, he said, he can probably do it. He has not done it before but thinks that it will be relatively easier than being a laborer in PP. Now of course, I usually don’t believe the boys in Thailand who tell me that it is their first time with a guy, or having sex, etc. It’s usually an illusion they want to project to a customer. But for some reason I believe that MilGuy has not done this before, that he is straight, and trust his instinct that he will not a have a problem performing around other guys. I then ask the million-dollar question: do you want to go home with me and have sex with me? With no hesitation he says “Yes!” emphatically, and hugs me for effect. Part of me wants to have sex with me, because he is handsome, muscularly fit, and has a humble country thing going for him, but also I wanted to successfully say I have “offed” someone in PP. I am doing this for all of you guys here in the forums lol. For research purposes, of course . With all the customers except for myself in the bar, and my drink finished, Javier, the owner of Space Hair, tells me that they are going to start closing up the bar. I tell MilGuy I was going to settle the bill. Chef Guy hands me a bill for $57. I figure drinks for CB and his friends, drinks for the boys, and my own (4?) drinks, and the dollar total was a steal. I give Chef Guy $60 and tell him to keep the rest. He hugs me and takes my money. The boys then start taking the chairs and tables from the front patio and putting them inside the bar. I stand to let them complete their job. Javier and I then go out in the curb and talk about the process of closing up shop. Apparently the bar is also a salon by day, though it is by appointment only, and his boyfriend is the only hairstylist for now. The process of turning the bar into a salon involved taking the whole front patio out, with its modular parts, and revealing a sidewalk that matches all the other day business next door. It was an impressive process. The patio disappears; the plants in the periphery are now the main front door decorations for the salon. A lot of thought was made to make this transition easy every single day. While in the curb and now bigger sidewalk, Javier and I talk about his boyfriend: how hard he works, and how proactive he is in making sure the salon and the bar is promoted in social media and other places, as well as how the hotel next door has attracted a bigger gay clientele since Space Hair has moved in next door, and the possibility of maybe joining forces for the hotel and the bar to be more “gay-visible”, packaging their synergy to a more affluent gay tourist population. I told him I will repay his hospitality by telling my upwardly mobile gay friends to stop by his bar when the visit PP. He asks me if I wanted to go to Heart of Darkness again. His boyfriend is now here, and he feels better, and it looked like I have a connection with MilGuy. I said of course, I had a lot of fun last night, so lets replicate it, now that I have MilGuy for the night. Javier barks a few orders to the boys, and pretty soon he gets a tuktuk to whisk me, Javier, his BF, and another boy, to the club. MilGuy shouts to me that he will be riding with another boy on his motorbike. So there is a gaggle of us, again, going to the club. We get to the club, the same club helper rushes to Javier and helps everyone out. We get the same table with the same great vantage point (Javier’s table, perhaps?), and Javier orders drinks and some cocktail snacks for everyone. The gin and food come and pretty soon we are drinking merrily to the night: I Line CB that we are at Heart of Darkness, as well as I was with MilGuy. I get an “OK” emoji from him. MilGuy, myself, Javier’s BF, and two other Space Hair boys all get to the dance floor and dance our hearts out to great dance pop songs. Some photos in the club: A mirror ball, tasteful décor, and a bunch of cute Khmers, dancing their hearts out in the darkness of the Heart of Darkness. MilGuy was game for all of this, dancing to the beat, and not having a care in the world. Or maybe he does but is not showing it. The others were also having fun, and the combination of booze and good beats made everyone more carefree than usual. I was definitely in the same headspace. As much as I love going to DJ Station in Bangkok, with its equally pulsing beats and great space, I’ve always found myself sandwiched between a couple of hundred or five of Asia’s most energetic gay guys, all jostling for attention in the hopes of landing the perfect guy that night. Heart of Darkness could pass for any Bangkok, or name-your-urban-city gay dance club, with its own share of cute boys, but the crowds are more sparse, the prices less extortionary, and the vibe more laid back. The Space Hair boys who came with us were Super Drunk guy and another guy who I haven’t seen before. He was more game than the others, more touchy-feely, and a better dancer. Gay, perhaps, but cute like the others. He was trying to make the moves on me, the other boys, and the other patrons of the club. While I have made my choice for the night, he would definitely do on another night. At 3:30 AM I decide that it is time for MilGuy and I to know each other better. I pull him aside and let him know I was ready to leave. I go to our table and tell Javier it was time for me to make an exit. Javier and his BF thank me for patronizing the bar and buying his calendar. I offer to pay for the drinks and again he says no. I give $5 each to the other boys who came with us and I got hugs as well. MilGuy and I leave and he calls a tuktuk. I then freeze, I don’t now the way home or what to say to the tuktuk driver since I relied on CB to get home all this time. I tell MilGuy this, MilGuy says not to worry, CB told him where the condo was. Damn that CB really thinks of everything. We get on the tuktuk and pretty soon we were at the condo. MilGuy tells me how much to pay the driver and I hand him $2 and he gives it to the driver. We get to the condo and MilGuy admires the décor and the furnishings. I sit on the day bed and don’t know what to say next. MilGuy goes upstairs to look at the bedroom. He says the bed is huge, and then he takes off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. We talk for a bit about what he is used to in terms of living quarters, and how many boys he shares a room with. I offer him some snacks that CB and I buy, but he said he wasn’t hungry. He did take a bottled water in the refrigerator though, and almost finished the bottle. I suggested that he shower, and show him the bathroom. I ask him if I could watch him shower. He tells me why not shower together? I like the sound of that. He takes off all his clothes, and I take off mine. It was a shower for one, and with his height and musculature we were a tight fit, but it was enough to be able to clean each other, but uncomfortable for any sexual fun. We got wet, soaped each other down, and laughed the whole time because of how cramped it was. I took his cock and slowly massaged it. It didn’t take a much before it grew probably four times the size of it soft. Man that was a big cock. And really really thick. The foreskin wrapped the cock whole, and it was almost too small for the cock it was covering inside. I’m always glad when the cock is proportionate to the height of the guy. The cock looked big on him, even at 6+ feet. I was careful to clean his cock and his ass, as I wanted to explore all that. After showering, I hand him a towel and he dries himself with his back towards me. I don’t know why he all of a sudden became modest. I dry first and leave the bathroom to go to the bedroom upstairs. I made sure the condom supply was there but I doubt it was going to be used. After a few minutes he comes up with his cock still hard and protruding from his lanky frame. I ask him to lay down to be comfortable. He seemed nervous but was still smiling. I ask if he was OK and he said yes, but was honest enough to say he wasn’t sure what he could do for me. I tell him not to worry and just sit back and relax. I was going to have sex with a straight boy, apparently his first time with a customer, so being as laid back as possible was key. I massage his cock until it was full strength again. I put it in my mouth, the parts that I could fit in. After a while I got tired. It was just too thick for any long time sucking. But it felt good in my mouth, my hand, and he tasted great as well. I looked at him and he was just looking down, smiling at what I was doing. I tell him to turn around so I can see his ass. He shows me his perfect mounds and I part the cheeks. The hole was just excellent. I put my tongue in there, and soon my whole face. I took my time, and he was appropriately moaning, hopefully in pleasure. I knew I wasn’t going to get to fuck this, so this is the next best thing. After all this I tell him to lay on his back, and I lay with him and look at him. I ask him how he was with all that. He said it was actually pretty fun and he could cum that way. I joke with him that if he was moving to Thailand for more money, he probably needs to be comfortable with getting all that done to him by guys. He says it was fine, but he was not sure if he could do it just anyone yet. He said he got comfortable with me in the two nights we hung out so it was easy for him to be with me now. He was not sure about other guys. Maybe what he said was the truth, maybe he was saying it for a bigger tip, but that moment I believed him. I ask him what would it take for him to cum. He said he can just chuck-wow and he can do it. I offer use of my ipad for videos but he says he’ll be fine. So he starts jacking off, and I do as well. Just seeing his muscular tall frame, jacking off that large cock, was worth the price of admission. After 5 minutes he cums, a lot, and the bed is again stained. He laughs and gives me a pat on the chest. I cum soon after and then he gets up to get some tissues in the bathroom. I wait and then he gets back with the tissues and wipes me down. Instead of showering he puts back his clothes on and lays back down. I do the same and then text CB and ask what he was doing. After 5 minutes he replies and says he was just waiting for my Line text. I tell him he can come back so we can sleep and get ready for Siem Reap. He tells me he is leaving right away to go back to the condo. MilGuy was on his phone as well and asks me if I needed him to stay the night. I say no, CB was coming back now. I reach for my wallet and hand him $50. I figure accompanying me all night, going to the club, and a short time chuck wow is all worth that. He takes it graciously and we exchange Line. He says he will wait for CB to come so I will not be alone. I tell him I wanted to go to the convenience store across the street to get some snacks. He goes with me and I buy my stuff. We wait on the seats in front of the store for CB, and we just talk about PP and Bangkok. After 5 minutes I see CB driving a motorbike with 2 of his friends in the back riding with him, and they stop in front of the condo. I found it funny that three Pattaya boys can fit in that motorbike. CB sees us and walks towards us. CB and MilGuy exchange a few words in Khmer before switching to English to talk to me. MilGuy thanks me for the time and he hails a motorbike taxi and he is off to go home. I then talk to CB’s friends who were just waiting in the curb and ask them what they did all night. They said they just drank all night. I ask them if they still wanted to go to SIem Reap with me. They said yes. CB then tells me to go back to the condo so we can get some sleep. As we return to the condo, CB asks me for all the details of the off with MilGuy. He asked about everything, the sex, the dick size, how good he was, how hot the sex was, and how much I paid. I told him everything, no reason to keep anything from him. CB then asks me if I really wanted his friends to come to Siem Reap with us. I told him yes, and then asked him if it was OK if they could join in my fun. He said yes, he assumed I wanted them for sex and not to just be there because they were his friends, I tell him it’s a combination of the two. I wanted him to spend time with his friends, but also it could be a threesome/foursome situation for myself. I assured him that I will pay them for their time, their food, and their lodging, same deal if I was in Pattaya with them. In the condo he calls his friends and talks to them in Khmer. After the call he says that they agreed to go to Siem Reap with us. So I guess I will be bringing three Jomtien boys with me to Siem Reap. So tomorrow, Siem Reap, with three Khmer boys.

Day 3.4: A Taste of Jomtien in Phnom Penh The Killing Fields is definitely a must-see when in Phnom Penh, but is not for the faint of heart. Cambodia Boy (CB) is a fun-loving boy, so after a few minutes in the condo cuddling, CB drags me from my fetal position and tells me that he is hungry and we are having dinner. I eventually stand and we leave the condo and walk to the riverside again. After a few blocks CB chooses a traditional Khmer restaurant this time with a nice façade, by the riverside. We again go to the second floor, but we see that the seats with nice views are taken. So we choose a table in an area without any customers. We put our orders in and asked for waters as well. While we wait, we admire the décor in the restaurant. Lots of Khmer imagery and paintings. There was also a hat exhibit in the near wall where we were, and CB immediately goes to the hats and tries all of them on, to my delight. I took a few photos, because he looked so cute with his boyish enthusiasm. He is very successful in cheering me up again. The food comes (seafood fried rice, a pork stew with veggies and some stir fry chicken. CB likes eating family style so we share everything: Everything was so delicious. We talk about what we can do tonight and about the drive to Siem Reap tomorrow. He suggests going to bed early tonight because of the drive, but he knows it is not going to happen. I tell him I want to go back to Space Hair because I just had a ton of fun there last night. The owner of Space Hair, Javier, told me yesterday that today was his day off, but his boyfriend should be there. He wanted me to meet the boyfriend and I am curious to meet him as well. I promised him that I will come back. We finish dinner and head back to the condo to relax. Its around 7:30 PM so we had time for some shenanigans. Nothing too earth shattering, just some deep kissing and chuck-wowing. CB kisses like a champ, and likes to nibble on my mouth as well as push his tongue down my throat. We take off all our clothes and kiss and jack off, and cum and wipe down and get under the covers and sleep. The alarm wakes us up at 9:30 and we get ready for the night ahead. We shower together, nothing sexual, but its more fun to shower with a friend. As we get dressed he asks me if I was looking to get another boy tonight. I tell him yes but I did not know where to find a boy. I could go online in the apps but that would too time consuming, and it takes me away from enjoying my night. He told me I can probably get one of the boys at Space Hair to go home with me. I ask him if this was really possible? I told him that I did not know how the offing situation was here in Cambodia. He says that it should be the same in Thailand, but more discreet. He says I should feel out the boy I am interested in to see if he is willing to have sex for money. He is sure that most of the boys can will be available for money. It just depends on what I wanted to happen. At this point I would be OK if I didn’t off anyone, and just content with present company. But one thing I am open to is experiences, and offing someone in Cambodia would be both a fact-finding mission for myself, as well as satisfy my sexual urges. I probably wont be able to find anyone else that would be more compatible with my sexual needs than CB, so anyone I get would be just be borne of curiousity more than horniness. We get to Space Hair around 10:30 PM. The bar was in full swing, so all the tables in front were occupied, and some patrons were also in the back tables as well. Not bad for a Tuesday night. One of the waitstaff I haven’t seen before greeted us and told us to sit by him and one other Khmer woman in a table up front. Me and CB take the two chairs in the table and get situated. The greeter gave us a menu and we get our drinks (espresso martini and gin and tonic). Military Guy (MilGuy), who is now in a sharp button down and pants, takes our drinks to us, sets it down, and then leans his 6 foot + frame to hug me and CB. The greeter then introduced himself as the boyfriend of Javier. I greeted him warmly and commented on how fun their bar is. He asked me about how my stay was in Cambodia so far, and I told him about our activities so far: the great food, the condo, Killing Fields. It was nice recounting the stay so far with him, and I was quietly cursing myself for shortening my PP stay hastily because of my previous travel woes. I see CB begins to talk to the Khmer woman in our table and we were all having a good time just talking, enjoying the cool night, and savoring the alcohol. The owner’s boyfriend leaves the table to tend to some bar business, and immediately MilGuy goes to my side and hugs me again. Picking up where he left off, he engulfs me in his arms and asks me and CB about our day. We talk about PP and the Killing Fields for a while. One of the farang in another table (an Aussie), overhears my Killing Fields conversation and asks me about it. I convince him to give it a try tomorrow and some information on how to get there and getting a tuktuk. While I was talking to the Aussie, CB and MilGuy were talking in Khmer. Was CB trying to see if MilGuy would be open to go home with me? I wasn’t sure. But pretty soon CB finished his drink and gets on a call with a Khmer friend. After the call he asks me if he could see his friends while I hang out here in the bar. I tell him no problem. Maybe he now knows that MilGuy is game to be offed so he is trying to help a brother out by leaving and getting me alone with MilGuy? CB stands up and tells me to call him if I ever need him. I tell him of course. He leaves and immediately another hot muscular waitstaff who wasn’t there last night, sits with us and talks to me. He is very handsome and was wearing one of those tank tops with a deep neckline and deep arm holes as well, revealing a very chiseled torso. I comment that his body looked amazing and what he was wearing complemented his body. He responds by taking off the tiny tank top to reveal a perfect torso. Not to be outdone, MilGuy takes off his button down and reveals his perfect torso. I ask them if they wanted drinks and they both say yes. Both give their order to Chef Guy and soon they both were drinking with me. I ordered another martini and the combination of hot boys and alcohol made for a potent mix of fun. After taking more photos they sadly put their tops back on, to my dismay. After some flirtation and conversation, Javier, the bar owner, arrives and greets me and the boys. I stand up to hug him. I ask him why he was here on his day off? He said he came because his BF texted him that I was there so he wanted to say hi. He really didn’t live far from the bar so it was easy for him to come and check things out. I talk to him for a few minutes. MilGuy and TankTop guy leave the table to tend to other customers, but would sit down once in a while in my table for a flirt or two. I get into a conversation with the Khmer woman in my table who apparently was hanging out with her other Khmer friends in the other table. There was a Khmer lady boy, and Khmer guy and two waitstaff in the other table. She and I talked about the impeding long drive to Siem Reap tomorrow. She gave me some tips on where to go that was interesting on the way to Siem Reap. She asked me if I was Thai. I told her no, American. She was surprised. A young British straight couple came in and got seated next to my table. They order drinks and they both talk to me extensively after they find out I was American. We talk about travel in the area and how great the people were. It was close to 12 midnight and almost everyone in the bar was well lubricated with alcohol. This really was a cool place to just wittle the night away. I thought about other gay bars in PP that maybe I should check out. But I eventually never do because I am having too much fun here. While I was talking to the couple, and getting straddled by MilGuy, and sometimes by TankTop Guy, I see CB come in the bar with two of his friends. The get seated in the same table as the British couple and they order drinks. I turn my attention to CB and ask him what was up. He told me his friends wanted to check out Space Hair, as well as meet me. I reposition myself to talk to them. MilGuy leaves to do some business so I was able to talk to CB and his friends. It turns out they were all Pattaya money boys, working in the same Jomtien bar where CB works at. I ask them why there were in PP. They all say in unison “Low Season.” I ask them when they were coming back and they tell me maybe October or November. One of them was looking for a job in PP. The other said his BF lived in PP so he was there to also see the BF. They get their drinks and get mine refilled as well. I tell them I am paying for their drinks. They all thank me, and I thank them for taking care of CB while he was in PP. CB’s friends, like CB, were cute. Not as cute as CB in my eyes (its hard to surpass), but they were cute. They were all probably CB’s age or a little bit older. One of them had an amazing body, the other one had darker skin and had a striking nose that framed his whole face well. Amazing body guy tells me "You are handsome guy". I thank him and think he probably is trying to make a sale. You can take a Jomtien boy out of Pattaya, but you can’t take the Pattaya out of a Jomtien boy. He then tells me that CB loves me a lot. CB shoots him an angry look and chastises him in Khmer. CB then tells me he is only joking and says he is already drunk. We all laugh and I tell them because they were Jomtien boys that they know how to drink a lot. They told me they have already started drinking at their place because CB brought some beers to their room. I raise my glass and we all toast to the night. They then ask me about Siem Reap and what I wanted to do there. I told him CB was the boss, but also that I got Sareth, the Siem Reap tour guide via Siamroads, to go with us to Angkor Wat so I can get some more help exploring the amazing temples in Siem Reap. They told me they had some friends there who were also Pattaya boys as well. Maybe it was the copious amounts of alcohol, maybe because I liked CB a lot, but I spontaneously I ask both of them if they wanted to go with us to Siem Reap with CB and I. CB was kind of surprised by this and asked me if I was sure. I tell CB why not? These were your best friends, and I am sure you would like them to be there for extra company. CB tells me we can talk about it later but his friends tell me they weren’t doing anything in PP so a couple of days in Siem Reap would actually be fun. It was close to 1 AM and CB and his friends finish their drinks. CB tells me they were going back to his friends’ room to hangout. He asks me if I had company in the bar. I tell him maybe MilGuy will be my company for a while. CB says good choice and tells me to again to contact him if I needed him, anytime. They all stand up to leave and I get hugs from everyone. The British couple leave as well and soon I was alone in my table. I wasn’t alone for long of course. The three Khmer boys who just left were immediately replaced by another set of Khmer guys: MilGuy, Chef Guy and Tank Top guy. It is 1:30 AM, and the night is young. To be continued…