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My friend is not pressuring the boy. The boy wants to be able to go to America and he is worried that he won't be able to talk to anyone when he is here, or even to be able to answer the TSA or Immigration when it is needed. My friend wants to help the boy, and the boy is willing to get the help (at least from what I saw in the few moments I spent observing their personal dynamics). The AUA suggestion was great and it looks like the boy will be registering and taking the next placement test in October. I love "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." Thanks kokopelli! Life is too short to sweat the small stuff.

I'm sure most of us here are eager to read about your trip! I always like reading about the different experiences we have when in Thailand. Don't be afraid to ask questions! People here are, for the most part, very helpful .

Good question! I've always had a healthy libido which accounts for me and my BF's difference in sexual needs. 3 partners a day is fairly rare but it happens and normally anal only happens once, but I can easily cum 3 times a day. I don't use the pill because those boys are hot enough to stimulate anyone without aid lol. Seriously tho, I think sleep is better than the pill (at least for me) to regenerate my sexual drive and enables me to have multiple partners a day. When in Thailand, I love me a disco nap, which allows me to have the energy to be on the prowl at night and get my freak on. With that said, BurBoy who is only 22, exceeds me in sex drive. I can hardly keep up and it seems like he is always hard. Which is not a bad thing per se. Here at home Grindr is enough to be able to meet guys on a regular basis, and I don't have a reason to check any other app. I've had good luck on PlanetRomeo, but usually Grindr has been good enough. Yes, these boys are awesome, and a lot more approachable I feel, than the same quality boys in Thailand. The one in the white is a sweetheart, and those pecs and abs are rock hard, as I have felt them up a few times . Thanks for sharing anddy. I did not have time to check out Toul Sleng prison as I ran out of time. Looks like I missed more of the story but I am glad that you made me aware of it. Definitely something to check out on a future PP trip. Thanks for all the great complements so far guys. Positive feedback fuels my desire to write more. I can't believe I was able to stretch one day in five posts. But I did do a lot this trip. I'm glad you guys are patient with me .

Day 3.0: Baguettes with a side of genocide We go to bed probably around 5 AM. Cambodia Boy (CB) and I talk some more, and he had to go through his beauty regimen as well, which took some time. We cuddled and went to bed. Fast forward to 2 PM the next day. I forget to set the alarm. I wake up in a jolt and slightly panicked about the time. I go to the bathroom to pee and shower. I get out and CB was awake on the phone speaking in Khmer. When he finishes his phone conversation I ask who he was talking to. He said he called the tuktuk driver from yesterday to tell him to pick us up to go to the Killing Fields in Choeung Ek. He tells me he is showering but says that we don’t have a lot of time because the Choeung Ek site closes at 5 PM. We are both leaving for Siem Reap tomorrow so understandably if I wanted to see the Killing Fields, which is a must for me if I ever find myself in Phnom Penh, I needed to do it today. Kudos to CB for being mindful of the time. It’s a fairly morbid thing to do on one’s holiday, visit the sites were million of people were tortured, killed and buried, but when I asked CB at the beginning what we can do in Phnom Penh, the first things he said was go to the Killing Fields. He is acutely aware of the draw of this site, its impact it has on his people, and the importance of the message it sends to everyone who dares to visit. CB finishes showering and gets dressed. He gets a phone call and it was the tuktuk driver, telling us he is here. He takes both our sunglasses with him and we leave the condo and get on the tuktuk. CB barks a few directions to the driver and we are on our way. CB, having known for quite a while now, knows that breakfast is important to me. So the tuktuk driver drives for a few meters before stopping at a bakery: CB tells me to sit tight while he gets us a little bit to eat on the way to the Killing fields site. He rushes to the counter (CB not pictured): He comes back with a plastic bag. Inside were some water bottles, a couple of meat sandwiches, and my first brush of Cambodia’s Frenchness: a freshly baked baguette: I held the baguette in my hands, it felt so warm and inviting. I quickly partake in it and give some to CB. The driver continues on his drive and we begin stuffing our faces with pretty awesome Khmer treats. Eating it in a tuktuk in motion and sharing it with a handsome Khmer boy just added to the experience. This Phnom Penh experience is pretty good so far. After ravenously finishing our breakfast, CB hands me my sunglasses and puts on his own. He tells me even if it has rained there probably will be dust along the route so it’s a good idea to protect our eyes. This boy thinks of everything. We continue on the long slog to Choeung Ek. On the way, CB tells me a little bit about the few times he has come to the site. He tells me whenever he comes he feels very sad. “Cambodia killing Cambodia so bad,” he tells me. “My country hurt by bad guy.” I share with him the little bit of information I know about this recent dark time for Cambodia. I tell him about other genocides across the world, and assure him that, while horrible, this was not solely a Cambodian phenomenon. Humans have been killing other humans since the dawn of humanity. Pretty heavy stuff for a sex tourist holiday, but it was appropriate conversation for the place we were about to visit. It was a long tuktuk ride, but I really didn’t mind seeing Phnom Penh and its outskirts this way. The small highway was a little but dusty but the ride was comfortable. Small houses littered the countryside. Most of the area is still fairly undeveloped and rural. But to me it was part of its charm. Maybe PP shouldn’t grow into the metropolis it aspires to be. Maybe staying small and humble is the way to go. If this was Bangkok we would be ensnared in one of its famous traffic gridlocks by now. Instead we are cruising along quite nicely in a tuktuk. After 40 or so minutes we get to Choeung Ek, one of the sites of a memorial for the people who suffered under the Khmer Rouge. I was expecting a huge crowd but instead I felt I was the only one there. CB directs me to the cashier were you get a ticket and the audio tour. I pay $6 and get asked what language I preferred. CB answers for me and gets handed the headphones and audio player. The whole site is basically a walking tour. There are stops that you can go to that correspond to the audio. With every stop there is a landmark or exhibit that you can stop to read, as well as listen to the corresponding audio. The walk is not very strenuous and everyone can make the whole loop. I don’t remember how many stops it has, but the narration is compelling and the story it tries to tell is important. It’s a monumental task to be able to humanize such unspeakable horror, but they did a good job telling stories of the victims, survivors, and even the villains of the piece. Here is a sample of an audio tour stop (which is s Truck Stop): And here is CB intently reading the English side of every exhibit. The opposite side has the Khmer translation. While reading the english side, he asks me to mouth out certain words he can’t quite read: One of many disturbingly banal signs scattered around the site: As well as one of many gravesites in the area, with tributes from visitors: I lucked out because of the recent rains because it made it a little bit cooler to walk around the site. It was very peaceful that afternoon. CB was always behind me, on hand if I had any questions. We get to the little lake that you walk around and it was a place for some contemplation and solace, and to listen to the various stories of the people affected by the mass murder that occurred here, in the audio tour. Strolling by the tall trees that were all over the walking trail makes you almost forget that this is where people, even babies, were tortured. It is incredibly moving to just spend time here, and as gruesome and morbid it is for bones to be littered around the are, or the skulls and bones to be displayed in various corners of the site, it is no match for what my mind had imagined the horrors to be. How appropriate that we end our tour with a magnificent view of the sun setting and peaking behind the Buddhist memorial stupa. We end the tour with hope, and thank our lucky stars that we are still alive: I return the headphones and player to the guards there. CB leads me to a little café in the site and asks me if I was hungry. I said sure so CB gets me an ice cream cone. We spot the driver and get back on the tuktuk. We were mostly silent on the way back, lost in our own thoughts and contemplation. Pretty soon we get a jolt of civilization again, as we get back to the busy-ness of the Phnom Penh city center: Traffic in Phnom Penh is a chaotic scene, but it shows me how alive and resilient PP's people are, even with so much death and destruction they had to endure. It’s 5:30 PM when we get back to the condo. I send some photos of the Killing Fields tour to my BF and describe how it was in the site. I then join a relaxing CB and we cuddle by the day bed. I hold him tight, he responds in kind. To be continued...

So I went to the AUA website and found some Bangkok branches. I talked to my friend about the website and we found this: Looks like its 3800 ฿ for weekday classes and 4600 ฿ for weekend classes. There is a placement test for 350 ฿. These are 6 week classes, 2 times a week for 30 hours total. There are 15 levels, so he talked about getting the boy the Level 1 class, and see if he likes it. If he doesn't then my friend is only down 3800 ฿ and 350 ฿ for the placement. Seems like a good place to start without too much of a financial investment, and the hours are that they won't interfere with the boy's work at night. Maybe this is a good way for my friend to be sure about his feelings for the boy, if the boy does this for him and be more proficient in English. I do hope they are successful. I want everyone happy .

From ct2005 below, I tried to at least match what I usually pay in Thailand. A boy sitting with me in a gogo bar or beer bar will get at least 100 baht. And I usually pay 1500 baht for short time in Pattaya. CB has told me that tips are usually lower in Cambodia than in Thailand, that is why the Khmer boys go to Thailand, that and there are more customers. Cambodia is a dual currency economy so shops take both U.S. dollars or Cambodian Riels. ATMs also usually give out US dollars. And 1 dollar is easier to give out than a bunch of Riels. CB told me to take a lot of 1 and 5 dollar bills to pay for food, drinks and boys. Its difficult to take 100 one dollar bills than 1 100 dollar bill, but I managed to take 50 one dollar bills and a bunch of 5's, so I freely gave them as tips. Thanks z909 for the great compliments. I take a ton of photos when on travel so it is easy for me to share them here. I hope that other trip reports also have photos, but appreciate any reports that appear here because i think a lot of us are curious on how others experience the countries we go to. I feel that there are less established tip amounts in Cambodia than in Thailand, where Bangkok and Pattaya tips generally fall into known ranges and widely known here in the forums. Like I said earlier, CB said that tips in Cambodia usually are less than in Bangkok and Pattaya, but like you, I tipped close to what I do in Thailand, at least in Pattaya. I want to go to Vietnam next, as well as Laos. Myanmar is already scheduled for December. I think I need to find a Viet or Lao boy to fall in love with and they can be a personal tour guide like CB was for me for Cambodia, and what BurBoy will be for Myanmar in December.

Day 2.9: The Heart of Darkness I send Cambodia Boy (CB) a Line saying I am done with Grindr Kid (GK), but we are going back to Space Hair for another drink because it was just 12 midnight. CB replies and tells me to just call him if I needed him. He was just with his friends. GK and I leave the condo to go back to Space Hair. Military Guy (MilGuy) was still there and greeted us warmly. I get another espresso martini (I am up for more!). GK gets another beer. MilGuy resumes cuddling with me at the bar. This bar is fun. And then Javier, the owner, introduces himself. He thanks me for buying his calendar. I complement him on his amazing bar. We talk for a bit about our own personal stories: where we were from, what I did for a living, what he did before owning a Khmer gay bar, how awesome Khmers are, and of course, how hot his staff were. He tells me a little bit about each one and about his boyfriend. It was as fun talking to him as it was to talk to the boys. We then talk about the Huffington Post article about his calendar and his bar, and how much business he got from people reading that article. He is very thankful for all the travellers who have come to his bar because of the article. He said the bar is luckily lucrative enough for him to continue on operating it. And even in the low season he always has customers. We are both in our 30s, and I tell him I thought that he has this all figured out. He lives in paradise surrounded by beautiful boys and gets to boss them around. I wish I did that too, but I guess I am choosing a different path in life, and I am not ready to leave home just yet. I am content with just visiting SE Asia once in a while. Javier calls on some of the boys to come over to pose. He tells me their names but I forget, mesmerized by the abs and muscles. I do take a photo: I am having too much fun, talking to Javier and flirting with MilGuy and the others boys. MilGuy leaves my side to go back into the bar to tend to business. I then notice GK by my side. I feel bad for ignoring him so I give him a squeeze. He gives me a little smile. I then turn my attention to him and ask him if he was OK. He said he was. I then fish out $40 in my wallet and hand it to him. I whisper to him, thanking him for his time, and he can leave and go about his night anytime he wants to. He smiles and thanks me and says he will stay for a while. Javier then talks to him for a little bit. At this point I Line CB and tell him I am at Space Hair and if he was free I’d love him to come back and meet us here. He replies and says he will be there soon. Meanwhile MilGuy comes back and continues to cuddle with me. His scent intensifies with more sweat he gets, and it is very hot to be engulfed in it. Super Drunk guy comes back and then takes off his shirt and starts grinding his chest on me. I did not mind that at all. Nice pecs and a six pack grinding on you can’t really be all that bad. But he was really really drunk, and he starts asking me questions but slurs every other word. I just play along and admire his bare muscular torso near me. At 1 AM CB comes back with all this happening. He sits on my table and Sexy Chef and Super Drunk guy leave to make room for him. He asks for a drink (some juice thing) and get served by MilGuy. CB and GK talk a little bit in Khmer. It was at this point GK whispers in my ear and tells me he is leaving. I hug him goodbye and walk with him down to the curb. I tell him to take care of himself and thank him for the good time. He says his thanks and says goodbye and I see him hail a motorbike to get home. I get back to my party and see CB and MilGuy talking in Khmer. I get back to my seat and MilGuy straddles me again. Javier comes back and talk to me for a while. It was 1:15 AM and the bar was winding down on this Monday night. There was one farang still there with a Khmer date, and they were being flirted on by a staff member. Javier then asks me if I have been to Heart of Darkness, the only gay Phnom Penh dance club. I tell him no but would love to go. He tells me too bad his boyfriend is off tonight but if I wanted to go he can get some of the boys to go with me and CB. I thought this was an excellent idea. Its close to 2 AM and Javier motions to the staff to start closing up. He motions for two boys to prepare to go to the club. And then he tells MilGuy to come too. As the rest of the staff close up shop, he gets a tuktuk. Myself, CB, Javier, and MilGuy get into the tuktuk. Some of the others boys get on motorbikes. 5 minutes later we get off at the club. One of the staff greets Javier and Javier motions to the staff in my direction. The staff also greets me and actually helps me off the tuktuk. The club was not packed but had a number of mostly Khmers in the premises. The staff gets us to our table and Javier whispers something to the staff and he goes back to the bar. After that a bottle of whiskey appears with some cokes and soda water. Our glasses get filled and we all toast to a good night ahead. CB gets into it, taking a huge swig of his drink before taking my hand to the dance floor. MilGuy and two other boys join us to dance. This is fun. Five hot Khmer boys dancing with me in the club. The music was pretty universal pop dance music, and I am having a lot of fun dancing with the young(er) folk. Javier was just by the table smoking. I mention him to join us, and he whispers to me that he is actually sick, but still wanted to come here because it was my first time. I told him he didn’t have to do that. I hug him and go back to the boys to dance. The place was actually pretty nice. It has high ceilings and the décor is pretty trendy. The drinks were great and most of the revelers were pretty cute. Some of them even joined our party and we all had a good time. 14 hours of being in Phnom Penh and I already felt that I could be at home here. CB was having a blast. Dancing freely and drinking as well. I was having drinks as well and it enhanced the fun. MilGuy was dancing as well but not as touchy-feely as before in the pub. It didn’t really bother me as no one was touchy-feely with all the dancing. It was hot to see the boys dancing with abandon, and looking like having a good time. Once in a while I would talk to Javier to see if he was doing OK. At 3:30 AM I decide that I had enough. There was some touring to do tomorrow. I ask CB if I need to tip the boys. He told me he doesn’t know, but up to me. Maybe it is good. So I give $3 to the three boys who danced with us, including MilGuy. So MilGuy has gotten $6 from me tonight. I get a hug from everyone. I go back to Javier and ask how much I own for the drinks. He tells me it is on him and to now worry about it. I hug him and CB hugs him as well. I tell Javier I will come back to his bar tomorrow. We leave the club and CB looks for a good tuktuk. We get on the tuktuk and CB gives the driver directions in Khmer and then we all leave the club area. CB then tells me he told the driver to take the long way to tour the city at night. This was a treat. I was not sure what roads we got on, but from the mapped geotagged photos: we went from the Heart of Darkness to the Independence Monument, circling the casino Nagaworld and going back to the condo. Some photos from the Phnom Penh Nighttime Tour by Tuktuk: Before we got to the condo we stopped by for some food. CB just chooses a roadside stall with food he grew up eating. He asks me what I liked and I tell him to just get anything he think would be good: We also stop by the convenience store to get more food. Back at the condo we partake of the feast. Some spicy fish and veggies with tofu and rice and everything tasted great and hit the spot. We ate all the fish before I was able to take photo of it, but whatever: After eating I hug CB and thank him for the amazing day. He asks me if I had a good time today and I tell him I had the best time. Phnom Penh is a blast so far, but I think it wouldn’t be as fun as it has been without CB by my side. Tomorrow, more Phnom Penh.

1. I am N, and again it was nice to meet you that night. Its always awesome to meet other forum members in the center of the action . 2. Glad you thought that my boy was gorgeous, because he totally is. FYI that is BurBoy. Its actually interesting that you noticed that he is very publicly affectionate with me. He loves the PDA. 3. I finally made it in others' trip reports lol. 4. Please do a trip report on Laos. That will be one of the my next destinations. Safe travels!

Day 2.8: Fast Times in Little Indochina After a lovely walk with Cambodia Boy (CB) along the Tonle Sap riverside in Phnom Penh, we look for dinner. I tell CB that it was “up to you”, since you know where to eat and I am paying and I know you like posting your food on Facebook so I’ll let you decide. He asks if I like pizza. A weird choice but I say yes. We head over to Pizza Company Riverside, located of course by the river. A google search image, in case you wanted to see what it looked like: We enter and he guides me to the 2nd floor and it has great views of the river. Seems like everyone was Khmer (or at least, Asian) in the restaurant, and mostly larger parties probably celebrating a birthday or anniversary. We sit and get our menus. He asks what I wanted. I tell him “up to you” and just order what he wanted. He gets some waters, a large seafood pizza and some cheesy garlic bread. Pizza is the last food I thought I’d eat while in Cambodia, but I will do what the boy wants. The food comes and CB takes photos with me, without me, with the food, without the food etc. He posts it on facebook (I find out later that some of the photos on facebook had me in it. I didn’t care, but he didn’t tag me), and we finally eat. It actually was pretty good pizza, considering where I was and my expectations. We talk about what we can do tonight. I tell him I want to check out one of the gay bars in PP tonight. I mention a few options I’ve seen in the internet. He has not checked out any of them so he can’t say anything about them. I ask him if he can stand having one more boy go with us tonight. He says he doesn’t mind, but if he doesn’t like the boy he won’t have sex with him. I tell him I will do the same. Two weeks ago I did the Fake GPS thing and turned on Grindr. I shared this on another post: I asked one of the guys that wanted to meet for his Line and we continued our conversation there. He is super cute, totally my type, and had very good English. He is 19, 5’8, and from his photos had a lean muscular body with visible abs and great legs. After a few days of talking it turns out that he was looking for me to pay him. He said he wasn’t a money boy but needed some money to live for a while because he didn’t have a job at the moment. This did not discourage me, and I asked him how much. He says any tip amount will do, he just needs help. I accept this and make a note to see him. Even with CB with me, this Grindr Khmer (GK) looked like what a perfect boy for me would look like. Young handsome face, lean muscular frame, great English, and can do everything. Some screenshots of my Fake GPS Grindr conversations: After dinner we walk back to the condo, but not before stopping to a convenience store across the street from the condo, to get waters, snacks, and to top off CB’s phone. At the condo I Line GK if he can meet tonight. He said yes and will just shower and can meet soon. I then call him and talk to him a little bit, and then give the phone to CB to let him give GK directions to the condo. CB and I cuddle and look at music videos online and then I get a call on Line from GK an hour and a half later. I tell CB I will get GK outside. CB says he will take a shower to get ready for tonight. I meet GK and was bowled over on how cute he is. A little darker skinned than his photos online (damn those photoshopping and their obsession with whiter skin), but everything else was what was advertised. Very handsome, lean muscular, and a great smile. I let him in the condo. CB is showering, but I see I get a Line from him earlier. He tells me to watch out for our belongings because we do not know this boy if he is good or not. I reply a “thank you” to him even if he can’t see it now because he is showering. I never worry about CB and my money, valuables and passport. I have come to trust him. GK of course is different. I sit down on the day bed and GK does the same. I hug him and he gives me a tentative hug. I start talking to him with some small talk to just make him comfortable. CB emerges from the bathroom fully clothed and sees GK. They speak in Khmer for a bit before going back to English so I can understand. I tell CB I will shower as well and they can continue to speak in Khmer. I shower quickly and when I come out I see CB and GK talking in Khmer pretty extensively. I do not mind them doing so as I prepare for the night out as well. Pretty soon they switch to English and we talk about where to go tonight. I propose we go to Space Hair. CB knew where it was, and it was only two blocks from the condo. We all walk there and find the bar. The bar is kind of small-ish. Totally not the expanse that I am used to with the Soi 4 beer bars. And probably a quarter to half of the size of a typical Jomtien bar. We get there and there were about 6 customers scattered on 3 tables in the patio area. There were more tables inside the bar but it seems no one wants to sit there. And the famous wait staff was there. Oh boy they were very hot. My criteria of handsome, lean musculature and charming English conversation were passed and exceeded by almost all the staff there. I guess it was uniform theme tonight, because there were boys dressed in “military” uniforms (sleeveless fatigues and shorts), some in a boxer’s shorts (always good), another in a chef costume (which is just an apron, chef’s hat and shorts, no top). Quite a quirky way to do costumes but it worked for me because there was plenty of flesh exposed. One of the military boys went to our table and got us menus. I point to my usual first drink, the espresso martini, to wake me up and to get me in the mood for the night. Individual drinks ranged from $3 to $8 and had a good variety. CB got a gin and tonic and GK got a beer. We get our drinks served by the sexy chef. And then the military guy sat down next to CB and asked us where we came from. CB and GK answer in Khmer, and I tell him I am from America. He was surprised, and he said he thought I was Thai. We all talk in English for a minute before Military guy (MilGuy) sits next to me and puts his arm around me. At 6’0 it was easy for him to engulf me in his arms so I kind of liked it. He then asks CB what he did in Thailand. CB sighed a little bit and then anwered in Khmer. They go back and forth for a while in Khmer. CB then tells me, in English, that he told MilGuy that he was a money boy in Pattaya. I found his honesty interesting but I guess they both did one thing in common; they both sit down with farang serving them drinks for tips. While CB and MilGuy continued talking in Khmer, I turn my attention to GK. He was fairly quiet and probably intimidated by the situation. If he was being truthful in our conversations, he is not used to this kind of atmosphere. I try to ask him questions about his life, his situation, and his interests. I get a lot of the same stories that come with poverty. He is from the outskirts of PP and moved in the city center in search of opportunity. He was able to get a few odd jobs here and there but it never really got him the money he needed to go to school. He needed some money to go back to parents that is why he asked me for some money. He really doesn’t expect me to but would appreciate it if I did. Its now close to 11 and CB sees me in deep conversation with GK, all the while MilGuy had his arm around me the whole time. I have gotten used to MilGuy’s body scent and slight sweat that got on me. It was hot actually. He was giving me small massages on my back and shoulders as well. CB tells me that if it was OK, he will see his friends for a while. Having two guys on me already I tell him of course. I think this was his way of telling me I can play around for a while. He finished his drink and says a few words to GK before leaving. When he leaves two other waitstaff sits in my table: the sexy chef and some other hot boy who was super drunk. Super drunk boy was talking to me in slurred words, and I gamely answer him. He tells me he has had a ton to drink tonight because it was his day off. He went to work just to get drunk. He was very touchy feely and I was loving the attention. There were now three boys on me. This is fun. Super drunk boy then goes to the other table and starts humping an equally drunk Caucasian girl. I see him have some flirty fun with the drunk lady. MilGuy then left for a bit to go tend to new customers that came in. I then inquire about their calendar: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/torsten-hojer/meet-the-khmer-muscle-boy_b_10939164.html My primary goal in going to this bar was to buy this calendar, but the boys being flirty was an extra treat. They had a promotion for the calendar: it is $20 with free two drinks. So my $5 dollar drink make the calendar $10. I am OK with that. I ask sexy chef if he could get one for me. He obliges and comes back with a copy. Some shots of the calendar: MilGuy comes back and continues putting his arm around me. He is very inviting. I have to make a decision. Should I order another drink? I do not want to drag this night on without CB. I wanted to get GK on my bed and unwrap what it looks like a very nice body. I tell MilGuy I am leaving but will come back in a bit. He hands Sexy Chef the check bin and Sexy Chef tells me my total: $24.50. The calendar, two free drinks and another drink. Seems fine to me. I give Sexy Chef $27 and tell him the rest is his. I give MilGuy $3 for being with me this whole time and he thanks me. I tell GK we are going back to the condo. I take my sexy calendar and go back to the condo. At the condo GK hugs me and starts kissing me. He was shy with other people but in close quarters got down to business. I tell him we should shower together and he obliges. We both undress and I finally get to see what I have been waiting for. His lean muscular body was worth the wait. The sight of abs, a nice chest, narrow waist, and powerful legs got me hot. And a very big pubic bush. Probably never trims down there but it was working for me. We get in the shower and I start soaping him down. I stroke his now hard cock and peel back the foreskin to reveal a large mushroom head. Fucking hot. He finds my lips and starts deep kissing me. This kid knows how to kiss, and loves to do it. I turn him around and clean his ass and hole. I wanted to eat him out, and a lot. After showering we towel down and go upstairs to the main bedroom. The sheets were already cum stained and will be stained some more. I lay down and he lays down with me and starts kissing me again. We deep kiss for a while, with me fingering his hole. I put my right pointer finger in his mouth to moisten it, and then I insert the finger in his hole deep. He gasps at first, and then moans with pleasure. After kissing I suck his big mushroom head and he likes it. And then my main event. I lift up his large thighs to expose his ass. I put my tongue in his hole and it was all warm and inviting. I take my time eating him out. It’s amazing. I jack him off while I eat him out. I push his head on my cock and sucks me for a while. I then get the condoms and put one on and lube up. He lays on his back and lifts up his thighs. I put it in, and he cries out a bit from pain. He is not used to being fucked. I try to work in my head and he looked like he was in pain. I am patient and eventually I get the whole thing in. I thrust for a bit but I am distressed by his pained face. I slowly pull out and kiss him deeply. I take the condom out and start chuck-wowing. “Finish?” he asks. I nod, and I say lets come together. We lay down side-by-side, kissing each other deeply, my arms around his head to angle his face to mine, his cock pointing to my thigh. We deep kiss for a while and pretty soon he cums all over my thigh, and most of it runs down to the bed (more stains). I keep kissing him till I cum as well for the second time today on this bed. I try to muffle my screams because it is 12 midnight and I do not want to disturb the neighbors. I am covered in cum (I always seem to find myself in this situation). I try to not spill more cum on the bed and head over to the bathroom. I tell GK to go with me to the bathroom. We shower again together, continuing to kiss in the bathroom. Towel down, dress up, and we were ready again for the night. I ask him if he was hungry but he said he wasn’t. I ask him if he can have one more drink with me. He says yes. So we go back to Space Hair. The night is not over. Far from it. To be continued...

Day 2.6: Phnom-enal: An afternoon stroll by the riverside in photos He goes to the bathroom and takes a shower. After he finishes I take one as well. After my shower I take the condoms and lube from my bag and I go up the stairs to the main bedroom, and I see him naked, stroking his cock, looking at gay porn online with the volume turned up. I take his phone away and give him a big deep kiss. He pushes me down and I lay on the bed. He takes my cock in his mouth and gives me a blowjob. This boy gets down to business really fast. I am instantly hard. He goes at it for a while before I am close to cumming. I do not want to end this yet so I lift his head to my face and kiss him again. I then lay him down and return the favor. After a few minutes I turn to his ass and rim him. Absolutely immaculate down there. Tastes good, feels even better to my tongue. He moans with pleasure. I slather my tongue down his hole, balls and cock, savoring every inch. I almost cum this way as well. I flip him and get him on all fours. I put a condom on my cock, and I eat out his ass some more. I could do this all day. I put lube on my cock, and some in his ass, and I stick it in pretty easily. He moans a little bit and then relaxes. After a couple of thrusts I couldn’t take it anymore. He has taken me to the brink twice now, and I let go in the condom, screaming my head off. He laughs and tells me “Quiet!”. I hug him with him still on all fours. I flip him over and tell him to chuck wow for me. With my head rested on his thighs I look on as he works himself up to an orgasm. He tenses up and then cums, a lot, and some hits his shoulder and hair and the bed. 10 minutes on the bed and already it has cum on it. He relaxes, still heavily breathing. He rushes to the shower and I discard the condom. I wipe down and watch him shower. After showering and still naked he asks me what I wanted to do. I tell him we already did it. He laughs and says "No! What you want to do?" I tell him maybe relax for a bit and then explore the city? He says OK but we should get out soon to see the sunset by the riverside. I tell him sure we can relax for 30 minutes and then we can head out. After laying in bed we dress up to head out. It is 5 PM when we got out. We duck into a convenience store and he asks me for $5. He then asks the cashier for a cellphone top off. He gets a receipt. He tells me that unlike Thailand, here in Cambodia they just give you a code to enter in your phone so you can add money in your phone. He takes my phone and tops off my phone for me. I take the little instructions that came with the SIM card and got an internet plan. I dial *087*300# to get the 2GB data for a month for $3. Again, overkill for a month, but for $3 who cares, and I don’t have to worry about renewing my internet everyday. Some of the plans for your info: As we make our way to the riverside, I notice some of the bars opening up at this hour. CB tells me that some of the bars are lady bars, but have no gogo ladies like in Thailand. “In Cambodia gogo is not allowed. Lady and boy both not allowed.” But prostitution is still possible right? “Yes, but more hidden than Thailand.” I will find out later how that works. We get to the riverside and get a lovely vista of Tonle Sap river. With the recent rain just ending the air is just ideal for walking. I felt lucky I went today. CB then explains to me what all this looked like when he was younger. “No big buildings before. Now many. Many many people now” He points to the horizon and the land across the river. “One year ago before I go Pattaya no building there. Now many building. It’s so crazy. My country so many building now”: This actually reminds me of the Saphan Taksin BTS stop that has all the ferry services that take you to the condos and shopping across the Chao Phraya river. I'm sure one day Phnom Penh will have their own “Asiatique” with shopping, restaurants and ferris wheel. Maybe it IS time to buy. We have a leisurely walk on the “Riverside” and just admire the whole atmosphere. Lots of people just hanging out and having fun. The river had some riverboats that had people on it celebrating or eating or singing or whatever else. CB tells me it is a good way to have a gathering, is to rent one boat, maybe $25 to $50 for the whole evening, and have a birthday party or celebration on it. On our strolls we notice some guys playing shirtless football (or soccer, for you americans), and some just hanging out shirtless. I love this city: And we see this fitness “facility” where some of the people are exercising: We walk by some condo developments and CB tells me I should buy a condo in one of these buildings. He has had some customers take him to these in the past: And towards the end of our walk we admire the Royal Palace and other cool monuments: We stay and relax in the area for a while, and get rewarded with this beautiful sunset by the Palace: With the sunset comes the night. And the night brings out a different side of the city. As wonderful as this city is in the day, I am about to find out how even more wonderful this city is at night. To be continued...

Haha wow. This looks bleak. Thanks for sharing, Gaybutton. I just copied and texted the entirety of your story to my friend. He has not replied yet. Hopefully it's a shot of reality he needs, or maybe it will strengthen his resolve to go through with it. I don't want to say too much about his situation here, even though he is not a member, but at some point he does want the boy to go to the USA with him, and having a better grasp of english would do the boy good. While having passing english is not a requirement for me to off a boy (and sometimes I've offed someone who could not speak and more english beyond the few words a money boy is obliged to know (What your name? Where you from? How long you stay Thailand?), I often self-select and the boys who stick with me the most have at least passing conversational english, either from the outset, or eventually through the course of their practicing his english with me. And the best ones, Dream Boy Thai guy and Cambodia Boy, had either a college degree, or was given english lessons in Cambodia. And thank you, Michael, for the Pattaya suggestion. I have passed this information along as well. Congratulations on your success with the boys. I wish the boys would invest the money they earn on getting an education, instead of all of it going directly to mama and papa. Anyone else have any suggestion or stories?

I have an American farang acquaintance I met a few trips ago and we've corresponded constantly since, just exchanging tips and experiences. Now he has a Thai BF and my friend would like his BF to take some English lessons while my friend is in between trips. I've met the boy and his English is not that good, but he seems game to learn and to get better at it. I'm sure some of you here have had experience with helping your boys take English lessons. Would any of you recommend a good school or institution to go to for this? How much for the lessons? He is looking for a Bangkok school but maybe there are pattaya options as well. Also as a follow up maybe those you who have had experience doing this can share their thoughts on the effectiveness of getting lessons. Did the boy's English really improve? Are the lessons effective? Was the opportunity squandered? Thanks guys!

Day 2.3: Welcome to Phnom Penh Cambodia Boy (CB) has been described extensively in my previous trip report. To recap, he is 24, about my height, a Jomtien Complex star, been in Pattaya for about a year now, and has great conversational English. He is probably the most handsome boy I’ve been with in my travels here, has amazing smooth skin, and a polished look optimized to attract the Asian clientele he tends to find on the gay apps. He prefers Asian customers, and his attraction are to Asian guys as well, though he does not have any shortage of farang clientele as well. He rarely gets his customers in Jomtien, and is content in getting tips for drinks and not offs, and prefers to meet his main customer base online. On slow Pattaya days he goes to Bangkok to tap into any Asian customers he can get on the apps. But he prefers staying in Pattaya because this is where his friends are, and prefers the smaller town vibe of Pattaya and Jomtien. He is more hardened by years of soul-crushing poverty than other boys I've met. He dreams that one day he can get out of the money boy grind and get into more legitimate work in Phnom Penh, his real home. But he understands there are thousands of other boys in the same shoes in PP, so it is hard to make it in the city at the moment. He is a sweetheart, and tries to accommodate my wishes as his customer and friend. But once in a while his business veneer cracks and I get to peek into his vulnerabilities and insecurities. He seems to like me a lot, and it seems genuine, so he is the money boy that has been inside my head and heart the longest. Yes, I pay him, but it’s a small price to pay to get this kind of experience: An amazingly complex handsome and sexy boy with great conversational skills willing to show me his life and an insight into his soul, and a glimpse of how much love he can give a person. All I can give him in return is a little bit of money to delay his plunge into more poverty and despair, and hopefully also show him some genuine love and caring that (I think) he obviously needs. So there he was, grinning from ear-to-ear, trying to get my attention at the arrivals area at Phnom Penh airport. Man, this kid is so handsome. He stands out from the others Khmers surrounding him. His face is boyish, amazingly smooth and copper tone, his clothes are expensive and are well put together, and he is wearing a new watch, some new jewelry, and a new stud in his ear. It must be a lucrative few months for him. And then he waves his long arms up and down, and starts jumping up and down to get my attention. I go to him and just stand there. I let him dictate the appropriate greeting while in his country. He takes my hand and shakes it. No hugs or kisses in the cheek like Myanmar Boy. We are playing it straight I see, so I play the game. “It’s so good to see you now!” He says in his boyish voice. I tell him it was slog to actually get here. He then points to a sign that has my name in it. “I think that your tuktuk driver.” I go to the driver and introduce myself. CB then speaks to him in Khmer for a few little bit. Driver does a lot of nodding and words to the affirmative. CB then tells me before we go to my AirBNB condo he needs to get his clothes from his friend’s room he is currently staying at. I tell him I need to get some money into my Smart SIM card. He says we will stop by a convenience store on the way. The tuk-tuk driver leaves to get his vehicle. CB and I talk a little bit more about the trip. “So what you think about the airport? Not big? Not like Suvarnabhumi?” I tell him no, it is not as big as that busy airport. But it’s actually a good thing. I show him photos of the lines in Suvarnabhumi and tell him I prefer the sleepiness of Phnom Penh airport and how not busy it is. He seemed pleased with this assessment. It was raining a little bit but not too bad. The driver comes and takes my roller bag and we all head to the tuktuk. The Cambodian tuktuk is different from the Thai tuktuk. Instead of the motorbike incorporated with the passenger seats by a metal overlay, the Cambodian tuktuk has the passenger seats connected to the motorbike by a hitch. It makes the whole assembly longer, but it improves mobility by the extra pivot point at the hitch. This pivot point is crucial to the maneuverability of the vehicle through Phnom Penh traffic, as I will observe in future rides. The tuktuk through the rain, the cars, other tuktuks. It was actually fun: As we go through the streets of Phnom Penh, CB tells me how small everything in PP is compared to BKK. “No big highways and no tall buildings,” he tells me. I do notice how more rural things are. I tell him that PP is obviously still developing, and no doubt in about 10 years time he will probably see more development akin to a Bangkok. There are many construction sites littered around the route along the way. Whenever we see a big construction site, CB tells me what it is. “A big condo is building there,” or “A new mall is building here,” or “A lot of houses are building over there.” There was a lot of that going on. PP’s future is on the up and up it seems. He tells me if I wanted to buy property in PP it should be now, because PP prices will just be going up as the city develops more into a global city. I hope to god that CB will be part of this development. I want him to have a good life here in PP, and be part of the future of his country. He obviously has a lot of hope pinned on his country as well. I hate that he has to go to Thailand to make a living. He belongs here. He needs to be part of this. As we get to the PP city center the buildings become more dense and taller. Not as tall as BKK obviously but taller than the outskirts. CB says something to tuktuk driver and we stop at a street corner. “I get my clothes baby.” The rain has stopped and the air is still cool and comfortable. The tuktuk driver gets off and takes off his helmet and starts talking to me. He asks me where I am from, what I will do in PP and how I know CB. I tell him America, California, Its my first time in his beautiful city, and I know CB from Thailand. He then asks how I met him. I was not sure CB has mentioned his line of work, so I just tell the driver that I met CB through friends in a hotel. I tell him CB works in tourism. Which is sort of true. I am not offended by him prying. It was innocent enough and he was probably just making conversation while we wait for CB. CB emerges with his familiar duffel bag on his shoulder and we are on our way to the AirBNB condo. CB tells me the condo is in a good spot. It’s close to the riverside, royal palace and close to nightlife and some restaurants. We get there and I was thankful that we got the driver recommended by the AirBNB owner. The place would be very hard to find without the driver’s knowledge, because it had a non-descript façade. The driver takes my roller bag and leads us into the unit. I will not describe the property too much because of privacy concerns. But it was a great unit, and a steal for around $20 - $30 a night. It was two levels, with a day bed/single bed living area , mini kitchen and bathroom on the first floor, and a queen sized bed on the second floor. It was spacious and had the two beds that I needed. The facilities were basic but good enough. The aircon worked wonderfully and made the whole unit comfortable. And the unit felt secure enough from the outside. If you do an AirBNB search in the Phnom Penh city center you get a ton of options: https://www.airbnb.com/s/Phnom-Penh--Cambodia?guests=1&zoom=15&search_by_map=true&sw_lat=11.557030002103636&sw_lng=104.91394823660676&ne_lat=11.576561388925622&ne_lng=104.93420427908723&ss_id=gf06fopa&page=1&source=map&airbnb_plus_only=false&s_tag=Lt5UMYrm Next time I'll check out the hotels, but for now, I intend to invite many boys over, so finding an AirBNB property that can accommodate this seems to be a good place to do this. Just be mindful of the description of the unit. The AirBNB owner told me to pay the driver $7. I give him $8 and he takes it graciously and thanks me. He tells me his phone number is with CB in case we needed him for anything. He also says his number is in the informational placard in the unit. I thank him for his help and he leaves. I survey the inside and indeed the informational placard is there, with other information like contact for the owner, wifi password, and some basic rules in the house. The rest of the unit is very clean and quite comfortable. CB then turns into a chatterbox and tells me about his life the past few weeks. About his customers (with photos, ugh), shopping trips (which explains the new bling), and his illegal border crossing. He asks if I can give him money for his passport renewal ($150). I tell him of course, he needs his passport for his livelihood. He then takes all his clothes of to reveal his new physique. I gave him extra money last trip, and I told him to pay for his gym membership so he can go for the two months he has to wait for me. His hard work shows. He now has more visible abs and biceps, though his boyish twink build is still there. He says he is careful not to become “too big”, but it is obvious he has gained some musculature. He tells me he eats more now to gain some muscle. His uncut cock swings while he walks around the room. “You want?” he asks, pointing to his cock. To be continued

Yes it is very gross but it is the last thing on my mind when I check in. Always either so tired or with a boy. And the Crowne Plaza carpets look very pristine. Doesn't mean they're not gross, but still, probably better than most other hotels in the area. I am usually very zen and relaxed when I fly but this trip for some reason I was on edge every time I flew. I do hope I've used up all my travel bad luck on this trip. My December trip better be a uneventful one. Thanks for the tip. I just don't think about it when I put my work laptop in my check-in. If I bring my personal one I always put it in my carry-on because it is ultra light, but work laptops I just toss them in my checked bag. Never had problems with theft but doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. I've had three iPads in a checked bag once, I was lucky it didn't get stolen then. I'll be careful next time.

I do love going to Silverlake, CA and going to the Eagle and Akbar . I almost prefer them to West Hollywood bars. Less pretententious. Or maybe I've just grown older. Glad you had fun in Pattaya. Looking forward for more. Glad our paths crossed almost two weeks ago!

Day 2.0: From One Buddhist Kingdom to Another I wake up at 9 AM to the alarm. I am going to Phnom Penh today. I tiptoe to the bathroom to do my business and then to ultimately shower. I come out and see BurBoy still sleeping. I slip under the covers and spoon him for a while. I kiss his back, his neck, his hair. Soon he stirs and says “Hello.” I tell him we need to get up because I have to catch a flight. He asks what time I need to leave the hotel. I say 10:45 to 11 AM. I grab his cock and see that it is rock hard. I suck on it for a bit before asking him to shower. I can’t waste time this morning, but can see that BurBoy was game for sex. I would have to make it up to him in 5 days. While he does his business and showers I pack my stuff. Not much to pack because I just checked in yesterday. I eat some of the fresh fruit provided in the room by the staff. I get an AirBNB message from the owner of the condo in Phnom Penh, on my AirBNB app in my phone, asking if I will be needing a tuk-tuk to pick me at the airport. I tell him yes, my flight lands at 2:55 PM in Phnom Penh airport. I get a reply from him an hour later, telling me the tuk-tuk is all set and the driver will have my name on a piece of paper at the arrivals door. Meanwhile, BurBoy emerges from the bathroom and I tell him we have time for breakfast. We head down to the 23rd floor to eat at the Panorama restaurant where the Crowne Plaza has their breakfast buffet. Lots of standard Western fare like bacon, sausages, breads and cheeses, some Japanese items like sushi and pork soup since the hotel is popular with the Japanese, a Chinese section with some dim sum and congee, and pastries like croissants, cupcakes and souflees. In my experience only the Intercontinenal Bangkok exceeds it in terms of variety and quality, but then again I only stay at IHG properties when in Bangkok due to points availability. We both stock up on food. Seems like we got hungry from all the activities and cumming twice yesterday. I love seeing the boys stock up on food and cleaning up their plates. BurBoy has a variety of food on his, from pastas to meats to dim sum. His palate is more diverse than most boys I know. We both shovel the food down, knowing that I needed to go soon. I mention to him that he is more than welcome to use the gym here when I leave. He has mentioned last night that he has not gone to the gym in a month since he was with the farang most of that time. He says he can access the gym near his apartment near Chatuchak market. I ask him how much per day? He says it’s a whopping 20 baht a day. I look at my wallet and give him 500 baht. I tell him to go everyday before while i am in Cambodia, and to get himself a protein drink as well for a post-workout treat. He takes the money and says he will work hard. We get back to the room to get my luggage and his little backpack. I give him a deep hug and a deep kiss, since I know I won’t be able to do it in public. He takes my roller bag and carries it with him. I check out (0 baht and 25,000 points), and ask the check out lady to call me a cab downstairs. We get to the downstairs lobby and the cab is waiting. The attendant asks me what airport and airline. I tell him and he tells it to the driver. My stuff gets loaded in the back and I say goodbye to BurBoy. He then takes me by the shoulders and gives me a hug and a kiss. I forgot that he is not afraid of public displays of affection. I kiss him back awkwardly and get into the cab and say goodbye. In the cab I Line him thanks and tell him I will see him in 5 days. He responds with a bunch of emojis. On the cab ride to the airport I look into my bag and gather my passport and Cambodia e-Visa. The visa was insanely easy to get. I went to https://www.evisa.gov.kh/ and clicked on “Apply Now”. I put in the application on August 9. Used my American credit card and since the fee was in dollars ($37), no exchange rates to worry about. I used a photo I have on my work ID badge and cropped it to their specifications. Two days later on August 11 I get the approval and the visa. I print two copies of it in color. It looks exactly like this, except obviously this is not me: My issue date is August 12, my expiry date is November 12, and the length of stay is the same, 30 days. I cut one up to fit into my passport and have the other one just paper size. I get to the airport, and 500 baht later I get to the counter of Bangkok Airways. I check-in my roller bag and they ask me if I had a laptop inside my check-in luggage. I say yes and they say if its possible I should put it in my carry-on for safekeeping. I don’t argue but I wonder if they’ve had problems with people taking valuable items from checked luggage before. As long as no one takes my condoms and lube I’m fine. I take the escalator to the security line on the next level up from the check-in level and I see that it is pandemonium. A ton of people in line to get through security, on both sides, and the line is slow to move: Again, Its low season, but this is the busiest I’ve ever seen it, and I’ve flown out of Bangkok after New Year’s. It’s 11:30 AM now and my flight leaves 1:45 PM. Seems like a lot of time but I am nervous. The line is moving at a glacial pace. Other people are also nervous and wondering what the hold up is. I get a peek of the line to immigration in the next room, and it is packed with people as well. I try to be patient and put on my headphones and listen to music. I get some texts from Cambodia Boy (CB) checking up on my progress. I tell him I am scheduled to be in Phnom Penh at 2:55 PM. I do not tell him about the lines. He has gone through enough. He texts me photos of himself having some bread with his friends. I am looking forward to seeing him and the city. At 12:15 PM I finally get through security. I see that the hold up is not with security but with immigration. The line is moving slower even before we get to the escalators to the main immigration hall. At the end of the escalators where Thai passport holders go one way and everyone else goes another way, I see that the Thai lines are way more packed than the foreign ones. Lots of upwardly mobile Thais taking trips this time. Must be progress. But the foreigner line is still packed: I try to choose what I think is the fastest individual line and patiently wait in it. There were a couple of people who already had their flights leave them still in line in front of me. When it was their turn, the immigration officer takes one look at their boarding passes and turns them away, presumably because their flights have already left. They leave defeated. I am adamant to see this through and not get discouraged. Eventually it’s my turn and it takes the officer all of 15 seconds to put my departure stamp on my passport. It is 1:00 PM so I am fine, but I see on my boarding pass that boarding for my flight is at 1:05 PM so I sprint to the gate. It takes me 15 minutes to get to my gate (with a bathroom break) and they are already boarding. They call my zone so I just go directly to the gate lady and I am on my way. We board a bus that takes us to the aircraft. The bus fills up and we get carted to the aircraft. I get to my seat. Crisis averted. I am understandably extra nervous about this flight because of my previous experience. We take off without any fanfare and I relax. I had to skip the lounge access for Bangkok Airways because of the lines, but do appreciate that Bangkok Airways allows any class you are to have lounge access that serve some basic snacks and drinks and more comfortable seats to wait for your flight. Since the flight is only one hour long it is a wonder how the flight attendants can serve a full meal, drinks and immigration materials to all the passengers, accounting for take-off and landing procedures. But they do. They serve the meal as soon as we get to cruising altitude. It is chicken curry with rice, with some veggie things and a coconut dessert thing. It hit the spot for me, maybe because all that lining up and worrying has made me hungry: After that the meal they distribute immigration forms. I didn’t need the visa application because of my e-visa, but the departure and arrival cards and the custom forms I do need: One thing they did distribute that was interesting was they gave us Cambodian SIM cards on the Smart network. I pop out the nano SIM and put it in my Thai phone SIM slot. I keep the handy instructions for later. As soon as I do this, the captain informs everyone we are starting our descent. It’s a mad dash for the flight attendants to take as much trash as they can from us before landing. At descent, I look out the window and see this: A far cry from the metropolitan Suvarnabhumi surroundings. It is obvious that most of Phnom Penh is still fairly rural. I get excited about the prospect of exploring Phnom Penh and seeing CB again. It is raining outside, but it does not affect our landing. We disembark and get to immigration. There was no one else there except the passengers of my flight and the immigration officers. It was so quiet. I almost thought I went to the wrong place. Quite a departure from the madhouse of Bangkok. I stand in line behind one other person and soon it was my turn. No questions were asked and he took my cut up e-Visa and the arrival and departure card. He stamped my passport and stapled the departure card on one of the pages of my passport. He kept the e-Visa. I look at the stamp, valid for 30 days. Painless. I get to baggage claim and my bag was already on the carousel. All the bags were wet from the rain outside. I take it and head to the bathroom right next to the customs guy. I go through customs (i.e. one person standing) and hand him the customs declaration form. He just took it and looked at me for half a second. I inch my way towards the arrivals door and pretty soon I was outside. No taxi stand, no bus counters, no vans to get you to places like Bangkok. Only a curb that all vehicles use to take the passengers away from the airport. As I leave the arrivals door, I don’t notice the tuktuk driver holding my name on a placard. I don’t notice the torrential downpour happening outside. And I don’t notice the throngs of people waiting for their loved ones to come out. I only see CB, with a big shit-eating grin on his face, happy to see me. He waves his long arms up and down to get my attention. When I see him, I am relieved. I am finally in Cambodia, and my boy is waiting for me. To be continued…

Day 1: One Night in Bangkok I have landed in Thailand from overseas for more than 10 times now so I know the drill. It’s almost a game for me now: how fast can I get from my airplane seat to the taxi queue on the ground floor. And because lately I usually have a boy waiting for me to get to my hotel room in Bangkok after I land, getting in touch with them as soon as possible is paramount, so that means I endeavor to have internet access the minute the landing gear touches the runway. I got my Thai SIM international roaming last trip, and I was able to use it in the U.S.A., including topping it off with Baht before my flight. Going to https://my.dtac.co.th/esv/en/quickRefill enabled me to refill my phone with 500 baht: I was able to use my Chase Bank Visa credit card without foreign transaction fees, and the currency exchange is near the top rate, so no more waiting to line up at the dtac kiosk in the airport, or waiting to get to a 7-11 to top off the balance of my phone. So I turn on my Thai phone and with a previous screenshotted internet plan I got before I left: I get internet access for a month for 399 baht. It’s overkill to get a whole month, but at that cost, I don’t care. I can Grindr and PlanetRomeo and Line and WeChat and YouTube and Spotify and Google Maps and XTube my way through Thailand. I Line my Myanmar Boy (BurBoy) and tell him an approximate time I will be at the Crowne Plaza. He does not reply but I am not concerned because it’s before 12 noon. I Line Cambodia Boy (CB) telling him I am in Bangkok. He replies happy and confirming my arrival in Phnom Penh tomorrow. I text my BF and some of my friends that I am safe on Thai soil. I check my work email to see if there were any pressing matters to attend to. And I post a status on Facebook checking in at Suvarnabhumi Airport. All this before disembarking the plane. The curse of living in the 21st Century. I arrive in Suvarnabhumi having a full complement of sleep on the plane. Disembarking from the plane and the scramble to immigration were unremarkable. But getting to the immigration lines, I was surprised by the number of people getting in line. The main queue was almost filled to capacity. I thought this was the low season. Maybe a handful of big flights just got in at the same time. I put on my headphones and patiently waited my turn. When it was my turn to get queued up to the actual individual immigration counters, by divine providence the usher who distributed the people to the individual counters led me to a counter with no people lined up. The immigration officer quickly gave me the entry stamps in my passport and departure card and I am on my way to baggage claim. I already see my bag as one of the few already on the baggage carousel for my flight. I scoop it up, casually but purposefully go through customs, get on the always entertaining gradual incline escalators that get me down to the first floor. I push the button to get me the ticket that guides me to my taxi driver, give him a card I have stashed in my wallet that shows the map to Crowne Plaza with Thai directions (and I have a screenshot of it in my phone, in case I lose that card), quickly nod yes to the driver’s questions (Crowne Plaza? Go highway? 500 baht?), and I am on my way. I hate airports, so getting away from one as quick as possible is paramount for me. Some traffic and rain and Crowne Plaza is on the horizon. BurBoy replies to my Line and tells me he will shower, get something to eat and head over to the hotel. ETA around an hour and a half. I get to the hotel and the doorman tells me “Welcome back!” I get the same treatment from the concierge. I have stayed here so many times now. I don’t know if getting recognized is good or not. It’s probably good since they know of my revolving door of boys. I check in and get upgraded as usual. I get to my room, take off all my clothes, take a shower, and take a nap. No matter how much rest I get in the plane, my body still gets jet-lagged all the same. My phone wakes me up, its BurBoy Line calling me. I answer and he says he is downstairs. I kick the cobwebs off my brain and force myself in clothes and slippers. I peek at the mirror and I look like a gargoyle. Can’t fix that for now. I get down and see BurBoy, a little bit skinnier than usual. He sees me and I get flashed his trademarked endearing smile. He has grown his hair a little bit that makes him look 15 years old. At 5’9 he has a little height advantage on me and I love this about him. He is a little bit tentative and says hi. I apologize for my appearance as I walk back to the elevators and to the room. He puts his hand on my shoulder the whole way. He has always been touchy feely and not embarrassed about showing affection. We get to the room and I tell him I am beat from jet lag. His response is typical BurBoy: he takes off all his clothes to his briefs and gets in bed and get under the covers. “Sleep?” he asks. I smile and take off my clothes as well. I peel off the covers and admire his leaner body. He has the classic golden brown skin, the tone that belongs to the people in posters for Thailand tourism found in Western countries. He has always been insecure about his skin tone, because of the Asian obsession to have whiter skin, but his browness is just the beginning of his beauty. He has perfect six-pack abs, now more defined with his skinnier frame. His pecs are still perky, but less worked out than before. His biceps are smaller but still have the enviable vascularity in each bicep that is hard to get other than with youth and genetics. His body has always been effortlessly muscularly lean. But it’s the face (its always the face for me), that takes this boy over the top. Looks 15, a smile that brightens any room, and large expressive eyes that make you wonder what he is about. And he’s mine, for now. I join him in bed and hug him deeply. We begin kissing and cuddling. Memories of the week in Phuket flood back. I stop for a minute and cuddle. And then promptly fall asleep. A flight cancellation, 15-hour flight plus a 3 hour flight, and 7000+ miles travelled to see this boy and I fall asleep immediately when I see him. I have embarrassed all sex tourists everywhere. Four hours later I wake up still in his arms. The aircon is cool and our exposed skin is cold from the cool air, but we are sweating under the covers because of the body heat caused by our skin contact. He is fast asleep. I look at the time and it is 7 PM. I shift my body and BurBoy stirs. I kiss his sweet face and he begins to wake up. I figured out a long time ago that this was an effective way to wake him up. I grab his cock and it already is semi-hard. I take his cock in my mouth and he and it are both fully awakened. I always have difficulty with his cock, because it is thicker than what I am used. I try my darndest, and he appreciates the attention. I get off the bed, take off my briefs and take his hand. “Shower?” He takes off his briefs in bed and runs to the bathroom to pee. I join him to turn on the shower. Crowne Plaza always has these rainfall shower heads that release water in strong pressure. I get in and soon get joined by BurBoy. We start kissing and he is more forceful that usual. “Did you miss me?” He says “Yes, many miss you,” while smiling and giving me the look of love. I continue kissing him, just savoring the moment. He gets out of the shower to take the soap and unwrap it. He then starts to give me a soap down. He loves giving soap downs. My chest, shoulders, back, pits and legs. And then my groin area, paying particular attention to my already erect cock. He then rinses me down and tells me “Finish now.” I get out of the shower and towel down. I see him soap down his own body, especially focusing on his ass for prepare for what’s to come. I finish drying and look for my condoms and lube. I lay down on the bed, stroking my cock, waiting for my boy. He emerges, towel hung on his left shoulder. I gesture for him to come over. He sits right next to me and proceeds to kiss me. He puts his ass on my groin and grinds for my arousal. I savor his body, torso, maginificent nipples, and perfect six pack. I put his cock in my mouth and try my best to give him pleasure. The thickness really kills me, but I try. I put my hand on the shaft and start sucking the head and working the shaft. I get into it and see and feel that he likes it. He moans with pleasure and pretty soon he tells me “I cum.” I don’t stop, and he finally cums in my mouth. I take everything, and there was a lot of it. (I run to the bathroom and spit it all out in a sink. There was a lot of it. I saw how much of it was there.) I come back and he asks me if I was OK. I said I was. He takes my cock and starts sucking and get me back in the mood. He then unwraps a condom and puts it on my cock. He puts a little bit of lube in his ass, and then on my cock. He lays on his chest to expose his firm ass. He knows how I like it. I slip it in and start thrusting. He moans in approval. It doesn’t take me much. I haven’t cum in a week. I let out a loud moan and cum in the condom. Welcome to Bangkok. I pull out and he sits up to kiss me. I begin to pull the condom off my cock and see that I have cum a lot. Some of the cum spills on the carpet. I laugh and he sees what happened and was shocked. I say “its ok” and I go to the bathroom and wrap the condom in toilet paper and discard it. I come back and see him dabbing the spot of the carpet with spilled cum with the towel. I then think how much spilled cum these carpets have seen and caught. We shower and prepare for dinner. I decide on G’s Bangkok Restaurant on Silom Soi 4 as a welcome dinner for me. He has been with me at this restaurant before. There is a good spot in the corner in the back of the restaurant and we settle in. We put our orders in, and Guido, the mercurial owner, greets us warmly, and recognizes me and welcomes me back. He tells us that they are starting Oktoberfest and have some fabulous beers on tap. I order a Pilsen while BurBoy orders a pale ale. We both get tall glasses, as we weren’t man enough for the big boot glass. Guido then shows us “Sink the Bismarck” a beer with a whopping 41% alcohol content: I tell Guido to save the bottle for another time, maybe for when I was feeling particularly adventurous. I then explain to BurBoy how potent the beer was (by explaining how most beers are 3% to 8% alcohol content, doing a pinching motion for alcohol and hand wide gesture for water, and then do the appropriate gestures for the 41% alcohol content). His eyes widen and he tells me that he forbids me from drinking it. Guido then tells me “Wise boy you have” and laughs. We soon get our meals and start our feast. We both get delicious seafood orders. They never disappoint. I see Guido chat up the guy sitting on the next table and find out he was also American. I chat him up and get into a pleasant conversation about life back home, Bangkok, Thailand in general, and my impending trip to Cambodia. BurBoy listens intently but does not join in the conversation. Guido then joins in and it quickly turns to a conversation about the U.S. Presidential Election campaign season. We reached a consensus about Trump and Clinton and hope for a more favorable outcome for us. He tells me that he has a party at his townhouse on election day to watch the results on TV, and he invites me to come if I was in town. I thank him and tell him it will probably be more fun to watch election returns this way than back home. As we wrap up dinner I look at the time. It was 10:05 PM and my thoughts go to seeing a gogo show to wrap up the night. I am flying to Cambodia tomorrow and would like to get rest to prepare for the intimidating travel schedule ahead. I tell BurBoy I wanted to go to a Tawan show, and explain to him what kind of guys the bar is known for. He is intrigued by the idea of a bar with only big muscle men, so he was eager to go. He is not a gogo boy or traditional money boy so I was not sure if he would go for it. But he is a gay man after all, and gawking at half naked men is probably as universally gay as Madonna. I pay for the meal and drinks (950 baht) and we both get a hug and kiss from Guido. I tell him we shall be back in a week to sample more of his beers. We head out and I look to my right and see that Soi 4 was in full swing, despite the low season. I head back to Silom Rd with BurBoy behind me. BurBoy grabs my right bicep and we walk arm-in arm, hanging a right on Silom, make a left on Soi 6 and head over to Soi Tantawan and get to Tawan. The tout up front literally tackles me to get me to get in. I don’t mind getting manhandled by this one. Inside, the bar was almost full on a low season Saturday night. They were trying to get us to sit on the seats in the periphery but I wanted a good vantage point because it was BurBoy’s first time in this bar. I head over to the section next to the stage on the side of the toilets and see that a seat was available. I tell one of the captains I wanted to sit there, and they produce one more chair to get two seats next to each other for us. It was good enough for now. The show has already started, with the ladyboy show. Same sequence as my last trip: During the ladyboy show some guys seated right in front leave. I tell the Captain immediately that we want to get reseated in front. We do and now we will have muscle and cock and ass waved right in front of our faces. Before the main show started, four coyote boys in briefs head up onstage and on the pedestals on the side and start dancing. They were clearly not Tawan boys, as I have never seen them before, they were younger and leaner muscular. They weren’t doing any choreographed dances but were just dancing to the music. This was new to me. The boys were hot but it turned boring after a few minutes. After this, the numbers come and were virtually the same as the last time again: BurBoy was entranced by the whole spectacle, but was frowning in some of the sequences. Right at the end of every number he leans over to kiss me. Such a sweet boy. He has his arm around my arm the whole time. Again, the skin contact makes our arms sweaty. We produce heat when together. I see some farangs eyeing BurBoy. I’m glad my boy’s charms are also universal. The show ends with the same four coyote boys come back and do the same dancing. And then the Tawan guys parade onstage to advertise their wares. I pay for the our drinks of 400 baht each. It’s almost 12 and we head out. I ask BurBoy if he liked the show. He said it was OK but “not original”. He said that he didn’t like how big the guys were and most of them had a “one-pack”. I ask him what a “one-pack” was, so he lifts up his shirt and tells me he has a “six-pack”, pointing to his tummy. He indeed does and I poke one of them before he pulls his shirt back down. I tell him that most of them are probably on steroids, so water retention is sometimes a problem. He asks me why I know this, and then teases me that I’ve probably offed everyone in the bar. I just smile and deny it. I certainly have not offed everyone in the bar, though not for lack of trying. I wanted to take it easy tonight, so I tell BurBoy we are just heading home. We have 5 more nights together after Cambodia so we can pace ourselves. As we head down Surawong Rd I savor how amazing I feel tonight. All the problems related to my flight coming here seem like a distance memory. The healing has begun. I thank my lucky stars that I get to come to this amazing place and meet equally amazing people, and I can put all my first-world problems and responsibilities in the rear view mirror, (including not having a rear-view mirror) for a while. As we pass Soi Twilight BurBoy leans over and gives me a big kiss. The first night in Bangkok always holds so much promise, and right now, it is delivering big time. (Oh, and back at the hotel, BurBoy got so horny that we chuck wow together. He insisted on fucking me but I tell him to save that for another day. But why ruin a romantic ending with a chuck-wow episode.) Tomorrow, Cambodia.

I swear guys, I do not mean to ramp up the suspense. It just works out that way. I do not like how wordy I become with these posts. But the words just come out of my head and enjoy revisiting my trip through writing about it. I'm pretty sure CB has talked about me to other customers. I do not know this for sure, but I hope he does not show my photo. I told him to not do it, even if he has shown me some customer photos to me. I always tell him I don't like being shown the photos, but deep down I do want to see what customers look like who get his services. And we all know the boy talk about us with their friends. I found this out in Cambodia, more about this in a future post. vinapu - taking photos of the boys is a must for me. Even clothed. I love keeping the memories with me. If someone ever hacked my cellphone they will be in for a big surprise . I don't know his exact circumstances, but he always does land crossings when going to and from Thailand. He has never flown into Thailand. Not sure if the stamps situation is different there, as I have never done a land crossing. As far as I know he was due for a passport renewal, as his I think expires in October, as he asked for money for his passport renewal. This might take care of lacking a departure stamp since its a new passport? Not sure. I guess I'll find out when he tells me he can't go back to Thailand. But he sounded so scared (bordering in tears) when he was telling about the overstay. This was his whole livelihood, and getting detained or being barred from going back to Thailand would definitely take out his source of income. The 5000 baht seems reasonable to me. It cost me $100 to get a private car service to take us from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap, so 5000 baht that will take him from Pattaya to somewhere in Battambang, which is a little further distance, plus the illegal border crossing, makes sense. As far as low season, before going with me he had a long time off with an Asian guy who took him around Pattaya and Bangkok. Sufficed to say it was lucrative for him. He did bitch to me about the asian guy the whole week he was with him. With photos. I've been plenty lucky with past trips so I think I was due for this bad luck as well. I don't get travel insurance for every trip but I do get it when its an extra busy trip with a lot of moving parts like many flights and different hotels and (with other trips) rental cars and prepaid parking and show tickets etc. Its especially useful if you go to a country where westerners are susceptible to contracting any maladies (the tropics, Africa), or if you plan on going scuba diving or snorkeling or jet skiing and hospitalization may be needed if something happens. Or if there is some political unrest that will require you getting repatriated or get extra hotel stays (Thailand protests, Paris transit strike - I got stuck in one of these). One flight cancellation/Jelly fish sting/allergic reaction/tropical storm and it makes the $75-$150 insurance for a 2+ week insurance coverage highly worth it. I bake the cost into my vacation planning. And don't forget to ask for a Delay Certificate!

Day -7 to 0: Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans So I have planned everything. I have the flights that will take me everywhere, the rooms that will accommodate me, and the boy that will make it all happen. I’ve been planning this in between other things in my life that have kept me busy. I won’t go into any details but some minor life and major work changes has gotten me really busy to obsess too much about the upcoming vacation. In all honesty, it was Cambodia Boy (CB), with his daily Line messages, that reminded me that the holiday is fast approaching. Before I knew it, it was a week before my trip, and I begin to get excited. And then things changed. Curveball #1: Myanmar Boy (BurBoy) is planning to leave his Farang Consequence: I want to see him badly, so I figure out how to fit him in this iron clad schedule Little background on BurBoy here: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10424-bangkokpattaya-june-july-2016-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly/?p=93004 I met BurBoy last October on Grindr. To me, he is not a Money Boy per se, and he did not expect me to tip him, but he worked as a waiter in a Ratchada area restaurant, not earning a lot of money but fine with it, and living with his family. He has lived in Thailand since he was 10, and now at 22 is more Thai than Burmese. He has been in more places in Thailand than Myanmar, has spoken, read and written in Thai most of his life, and gets mistaken for Thai everywhere he goes. Because of our income disparities, whenever I hang out with him I pay for everything. From meals, to drinks, to airplane tickets, or the occasional clothing or random gift purchase. He does not want me to tip him, and gets quite offended when it is discussed. He considers me a friend, who just happens to pay for everything. He has a handful of farang guys who tip him for sexual services, and he has a more traditional money boy relationship with them. I’ve encountered similar boys in this type of scenario numerous times before, but he is the one who has stuck with me the longest. While I’ve spent a lot of enjoyable days with him in two previous trips, my week-long Phuket trip with him was particularly memorable. I spent 6 intense and romantic nights with him on the island, both our first times in Phuket. We explored the island together, went on the beach, swam and drank in one of many pools at the hotel we stayed at, and mostly spent the week shirtless or naked. It was a very surreal week that probably can never be replicated again, with him or anyone else. It’s very similar to having a summer fling: a sexual adventure free of hassles, commitments or drama, with an expiration date. With most of Thailand under eternal summer (with the occasional breaks for a torrential downpour, or ten), one can probably take numerous summer flings in a year. It’s certainly a huge selling point for me that keeps me coming back for more. Clearly I was smitten with BurBoy, and I wanted to see him again after April in Phuket. But it wasn’t meant to be for my June/July trip. He met a farang who wanted to take care of him just weeks before my June arrival. He was very apologetic when he found out I was coming and said he could not see me. The farang was very territorial and didn’t want him to spend even just one night away from him. He assures me that the farang was paying a lot to be with him. I bid him good luck and moved on with my trip. Fast forward to a week before my September trip. He messages me on Line, telling me that he is getting ready to leave his farang. He says that his was not a happy existence, filled with a lot of rules and restrictions he feels the farang has put on him. He thinks he has gotten what he needed from the relationship (i.e. enough money to start over elsewhere). He feels that three months is long enough to live with the farang, and he wants to move on. He knows that I was planning a September trip and wanted to see me. He plans to go back to Myanmar for a while, to find more legitimate work and be Burmese again, and wanted to see me before he did. Because he was going back to Myanmar, who knows when I will see BurBoy next. I wanted to take this chance. I had to find a way to see CB and BurBoy. Knowing BurBoy like I do, I know he will want me for himself, and would not want CB there. In the past I’ve broached the subject of a third more than once with him, and every time he has said he is not interested in a threesome situation. It is just different with him. With a traditional money boy situation, the customer has more (or sometimes the only) sway with what happens during their time with the boy. With a free boy, like BurBoy, the relationship is more or less equal, so I have to consider his preferences into (more) consideration. Even if I pay for everything else in our time together. I get greedy. I try to work on CB to see if he will be interested in just staying in Cambodia after I leave. I mention to him that maybe he wants to spend more time with his family and would not want to go back to BKK with me. After some thinking he thinks it’s a good idea, and this is what he would prefer anyway. He agrees to just stay in Cambodia after our time in Phnom Penh and Siem Reap together. This means that I can see BurBoy my 3 nights in Bangkok. It will just be him, so the 2 bedroom condo would be a waste, since I only need one bedroom, but this is the least of my concerns. Curveball cost to me: Wasted airfare for CB from Siem Reap to Bangkok - $109. Curveball #2: Cambodia Boy (CB) has overstayed his Thai visa Consequence: He has to leave Thailand ASAP, before I get there Two days before my trip, CB throws this curveball at me. He calls on Line at 6 AM my time, panicking, and explains to me the reason for his state of duress. He says his friend checked his passport and told him that he has overstayed his visa by 5 days. He says he cannot fly with me because Thai immigration at the airport will fine him, or worse, bar him from re-entering the country because of the overstay. He tells me he will be taking a taxi to the Cambodian border at 1 AM Thai time later that night. This will enable him to (hopefully) circumvent immigration at the (supposedly) porous border between Thailand and Cambodia. He knows a way in Cambodia that will not have any Thai authorities that can check his status. Actually, he explains all this to me in really horrible English. For some reason his English suffers when he is under duress. Luckily, one of his roommates chimes in and explains it to me in clearer words. He takes a photo of CB’s entry stamp and visa, showing me proof of the overstay. He then says that it will probably cost 5000 baht to get this taxi to the border. I immediately become suspicious. Maybe this is just a huge ploy for money. I ask CB if he needs money to cross the border. CB says no, his roommates are helping him, and he is coming with another friend who also needs to go to Cambodia, so this will offset the cost. I relax my suspicions and get back to being concerned. CB then tells me that he obviously won’t be able to fly with me in Bangkok, and he will just meet me at the Phnom Penh airport, and will help me get a tuk-tuk to the AirBNB condo. He will still fly with me to Siem Reap, and will head back to Phnom Penh when I fly back to Bangkok. So the wheels in my head start turning, and I send my Burmese Boy (BurBoy) a Line message asking when he is leaving his farang. He answers that he is leaving the next morning, and he has already told the farang he is leaving. I ask him if he can swing by the airport at around 11 AM on the day of my arrival in BKK to meet me at the Novotel Suvarnabhumi Hotel for a few hours of hello time. He says he will be glad to do it but he was curious why for only a few hours. I explain to him that I was going to Cambodia first before going back to Bangkok, and the 7 hour layover was an opportunity for us to see each other for a bit. I tell him I’ll pay for his cab ride back. He tells me he will just take the Airport Rail Link back to the city. So I still get a boy to accompany on the layover, just a different boy this time. Curveball cost to me: Wasted airfare for CB from Bangkok to Phnom Penh – 2500 baht. Curveball #3: My first flight gets cancelled, or MY FIRST FLIGHT GETS FUCKING CANCELLED Consequence: Domino effect - I have to move or cancel flights to, from and in Cambodia, rebook or cancel hotels or AirBNBs, book new hotels for the new adjusted dates, rebook my flight back to the U.S.A. I have talked about my dislike for airports in a previous trip report. My biggest hatred of airports, and of flying in general, is cancelled flights. I’ve had my share in the past, some more horrendous than others. Every time it has happened I’ve done my required whining to (mostly) blameless airline employees about the inconvenience, with mixed results. Sometimes I get bumped up to Biz or First Class for all my complaining, others I just get a simple “We are sorry”. The effort of packing for a flight, getting to the airport, getting through airport security, and finally making it to your gate is torture enough; your flight getting cancelled when you went through all that trouble is just the icing on the turd cake. So the day of my flight began mundanely enough. I went to work the full 8 hours. I get a Line from CB during work telling me he crossed the border safely without getting checked by Thai immigration. My plans are still on. After work I go home and got a 2 hour nap in, and then haphazardly packed t-shirts, shorts, tank tops and sandals into my trusty roller bag. I then shower to be fresh for the long flight ahead. I get an Uber that got me to the airport in record time. I made it to my gate with 2 hours to spare for the 1 AM flight to Taipei, after which I will catch my connecting flight to Bangkok. I Line BurBoy and CB that I am on my way. They are excited. I talk to my boyfriend for 45 minutes on the phone to catch up before my flight. To him this is just another trip to Bangkok that I am taking. No questions about what I will be doing. No questions about how long I will be there. Just well wishes for me to be safe and to have a good time. We board the flight and I sit in my Economy seat. The aircraft pushes back a few meters, and then stops. After 30 minutes the captain says that there is some “mechanical issue” with the aircraft and the mechanics are fixing the problem. He says he should have a status report in 15 minutes. After 30 minutes, a flight attendant announces that they are still working on the issue. Right on cue, flight attendants swarm the aisles, handing out snacks (rice cracker bits) and water. It’s a small consolation for the wait. After another hour another set of snacks get distributed (croissants and cheese), and the passengers are at this point restless. Some have been trying to track the aircraft status online but the status still says “on-time”. Some have been trying to already rebook their flight but the reservation hotline is closed at night. Just before the 3-hour mark, the captain finally puts us out of our misery (or starts our journey to more misery). He says that the issue cannot be fixed, and we have to get off the aircraft. It takes us 30 minutes to all disembark. And then another hour for the airline staff to account for all of our needs. Everyone was angry, some more visible than others. A lot were talking about ruined vacations and wanting to get refunds. Those who needed hotels got booked for the night (it is already 6 AM at this point). Having been through this before, I get one of the airline baggage handlers (young hot Asian kid ) helping out with customers and tell him to give me his cellphone number. I text him a photo of my luggage I have handy for exactly this situation and ask him if he could take my luggage out of the aircraft because I was cancelling my whole itinerary (I wasn’t really cancelling, but you have this option to get a full refund if your flight gets cancelled and it’s the airlines fault). He promises to call me when he gets it out of the aircraft. I then ask one of the staff to take my email address and to send me a Delay Certificate detailing the cancellation for Travel Insurance purposes. I get an Uber to get back to my bed. I text my BF about the news. He is still asleep. I text CB and BurBoy that I will let them know about the delay. BurBoy replies back, CB does not, assumingly sleeping from the early border crossing. I get home and set the alarm for 8 AM and take a nap. At 8 AM I wake up and call airline reservations and successfully get my flight rebooked for tonight. I also get my return flight to the U.S.A. changed for free. I moved it to extend my trip two more days. I set my alarm for 11 AM. At 10:30 AM I get a call from baggage handler boy and he tells me he has my luggage, and texts me a photo of it. I confirm that it is mine and tell him that I rebooked my flight for tonight. He tells me he will keep it for me till my next flight that night, again at 1 AM. At 11:30 AM I go to work with about 3 hours of sleep. I did not want to waste a vacation day just sleeping in my own bed. My coworkers are surprised that I am back at work. I tell them what happened and it made for a good story. My job is easy enough that I coast through the day without any difficulty. In the afternoon I call my BF about the setback. He has gone through this with me before so there wasn’t any fuss. I leave work at 7 PM, get back home to take a 2 hour nap. Shower. Uber. Airport. Déjà vu. I make a fuss about the cancellation at the check-in counter, demanding for concessions because of the cancelled flight. I get one: they give me a whole row all to myself. I can sleep horizontally for the 14+ hour flight. Sometimes bitching works, sometimes it doesn’t. I call baggage handler boy and ask if I can get my luggage because I was checking in. After 2 minutes he emerges from the office in the side door with my luggage. He is smiling, but it was clear he was tired. I ask him if he has had sleep. He says he only had 3 hours today, because he had to deal all morning with all the other cancelled-on passengers and their problems and their luggage. And he had to be back tonight for the early morning flights as well. As he hands me my luggage he shakes my hand, and tells me they are sorry for the cancellation, and gives me a huge heart melting smile. I ask him if he was Chinese, he says yes. He said he was from Hong Kong, and was hired by the airline because he spoke the language and could deal with the passengers who needed language help. He goes back into the counter and takes a “Priority” tag and puts it on my luggage. He says my bag will be one of the first to come out of baggage claim in Bangkok like the other premium class baggage. It was my turn to smile. I thank him and fish out a $20 bill from my wallet and give it to him. It’s my first given tip of the trip. One of many, I am assuming. I tell him to get some sleep. He says he will but not for another 4 hours. (Side note: I put his cellphone number on Facebook. I find his profile and look at his pictures. Such a hottie! And he is only 23.) I get to my gate and use the 2 hours before boarding to pick up the pieces of what’s left of my vacation. With little sleep, and delirious from all the activity of the last 36 hours, I decide to cut Cambodia time short. I decide on 2 nights each in Phnom Penh and Siem Reap. One night in Bangkok before Cambodia, 5 nights after. I cancel AirBNB in Phnom Penh. I move Rambutan Hotel reservation dates and shortened to two nights. I retain BKK AirBNB. I email Novotel Suvarnabhumi and tell them I can’t make my reservation. I book the Crowne Plaza at Silom for the first night, and again for the last two, extended nights. I book another AirBNB for Phnom Penh, this time for a $30 a night, two bed condo in the middle of the city. I rebook Bangkok Airways online for my Bangkok to Phnom Penh flight, and there is a rebooking fee. I Line CB to tell him to get a car service to drive us from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap. If another curveball happens it is way easier to reschedule a taxi than an airplane flight. And I rebook AirAsia for free, my flight from Siem Reap to Bangkok. Thank goodness for paying for that AirAsia Premium Flex fee. Curveball cost to me: Phnom Penh AirBNB cancellation – one night ($50) plus nonrefundable AirBNB service fee ($21) - $71. Bangkok Airways rebooking fee – 1000 baht. Wasted airfare from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap for two - $140. AirAsia Siem Reap to Bangkok no rebooking fee. No fees for Novotel Suvarnabhumi Hotel cancellation or Rambutan Siem Reap Hotel rebooking. Advantage: hotel. Lots of wasted money for sure, but this is what travel insurance is for. I never regret getting travel insurance for overseas trips than are more than a week long. After all this I felt a sense of accomplishment. And then panic. What if this flight gets cancelled again? I think of just cancelling the whole thing if it does. We board and push back and take-off in record time. Perhaps to make up for the cancellation the night before? It doesn’t matter. At cruising altitude I take off my shoes, fold up the two arm rests dividing the three seats in my row, take the three tiny pillows that came with the three seats and pile them onto the window seat, unfurl a blanket, lay down, and sleep. I miss the first inflight meal. I was so tired that I wake up 7 hours later. Finally, after dealing with so much change, I am on my way to paradise. (All this and I haven’t set foot on Thai soil yet. The great lengths one goes to for love and sex.) More to come…

Finally! I got my first "Get Lost" vote. Thanks FossilGay! I knew I could count on you LOL!

Day -57 to -7: A goal without a plan is just a wish This report really starts the day after I get back from my previous trip to Thailand last June and July. That trip was a lot of fun and emotional in so many ways, that I just had the urge to come back as soon as possible. I had the opportunity to take a week off in September, and there was no question where I would be spending my time in. So I booked my BKK roundtrip airfare for $650, which is cheap, and indicative of the low season. In the past I like to alternate my trips, with one trip being all about sex, and another trip being all about exploring. Touring during a sex trip is fine, but is not the main focus, and vice versa. There is so much richness in Thailand that focusing on just one thing does it a huge disservice, at least for me. So my 2016 has been as follows: December-January: Touring, February: Sex, April: Touring, June/July: Sex. I left the last trip nursing a huge infatuation with Cambodia Boy (CB), and I am eager to see him again this September. We’ve been talking to each other almost everyday about my next trip. One thing is clear: he wants me to go to Cambodia. This serves multiple purposes. For one, I’ve never been before, and I am eager to visit this burgeoning destination for people like me, who tour for both the sites and the boys. And another, September is in the middle of the low season so for CB, its the perfect time to go back to Cambodia, since there are not a lot of customers getting his services in Thailand, so staying in Thailand during the low season is probably getting too expensive for him. Plus it is a chance for him to see family and friends. CB has been telling me that during low season, Jomtien Complex is usually a ghost town during the week. CB has been Line-ing me almost every day about the September trip. He wants to keep the flame alive and knows that he has something good going with me. He’s been telling me that the low season has been tough on the boys. Most his Khmer friends have gone home to wait it out, since living back in their country would be cheaper, even if they weren’t working, especially since they weren’t getting any customers back in Thailand anyway. CB shares a room with 4 other Khmer money boys, and sometimes in the weekends, after a night of clubbing in the USA where I live, I will get a video call from him in his room when he wakes up around noon or early afternoon. Oftentimes I would see his roommates still sleeping, in various states of undress, not bothered by him chatting away with me on speaker phone. I've asked him a few times if they mind the noise. CB tells me that they usually can sleep through anything. I guess that’s a good trait for a Money Boy to have, since one of the occupational hazards is sleeping in different beds with different partners and different circumstances almost every time. So being heavy sleepers is an advantage. Most of our conversations early on are about our own work. I tell him about what I do and my current challenges and frustrations I have with my 9-5 job. Sometimes I video chat with him in the office, or in the car while driving, and he is always interested in seeing how I live. He tells me about his own struggles, generally at first. But it soon devolves into bitching about his current customers. While a lot of his offs have been only short times, he does have a good number of customers who get him long time, often multiple days. Knowing how charming and accommodating he is, I know he can convince anyone to get him long time offs. So at some point during a long time off, he develops certain dislikes with his customer, and he tells me all about it. Some of his complaints: bad smells down there, cheap with food, tries to kiss him in public, wants sex three times a day. Being privy to this information was both interesting and perverse. I like getting a peak into his daily tribulations as a sex worker, but sometimes worry about his well-being when I hear about the bad stuff. As the weeks grew closer to September, I start asking him about what we can do in Cambodia. He tells me about Phnom Penh and how dissimilar it is from Bangkok, about paltry the gay options are in the city, about the lack of gogo boys and bars, and how small it is. He tells me about Siem Reap and the must-sees, about the numerous times he has been with family, friends, starting when he was little, and again how small the city is compared to Bangkok. He knows I like Bangkok, and try to temper my expectations about his home country. I assure him that I will be open to whatever and wherever he takes me, and assure him that I am just glad that I am spending time with him. I try to lay out expectations for the trip with him. I ask him if it is OK to see other boys while he was with me. He says yes, but wants me to have an actual separate bed for him in case I need private time with the boy. He does not want a repeat of last time where he had to sleep out in the couch that time I had Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) over for the night. As narrated here: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10424-bangkokpattaya-june-july-2016-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly/?p=94143 I tell CB I can only stay 9 nights this trip, so planning is crucial. I decide to spend three nights in Phnom Penh, three nights in Siem Reap, and then a final three nights in Bangkok. I wanted him to be with me all 9 nights. He agrees and said that he wants to me a good time in Cambodia. So I plan the trip like this: U.S.A. to Bangkok - I booked a round trip from the USA to BKK the day after I got back from my July trip for cheap. I did not know then that I will want to go to Cambodia. Bangkok seems to be a good base to travel the rest of the Indochinese peninsula anyway, and the airport will have flights almost to anywhere in the region. Bangkok to Phnom Penh - I then book a flight for both of us from BKK to Phnom Penh. The flight gives me a 7 hour layover from my previous flight from the U.S.A. Bangkok Airways had a good rate for 2500 baht per person. Since I will be jet-lagged, I book a day rate stay at the Novotel Suvarnabhumi Airport Hotel so I can use my 7 hour layover to sleep and shower before Cambodia. I tell CB that I want him to stay with me at the Novotel so we can “rest” together. The room is a pricey 4200 baht, with access to the 24-hour buffet, but it is walkable from the airport and I figure getting some decent shut-eye to sleep off the jet-lag, and some personal time with CB will make it worth it. Once in Phnom Penh, I book an AirBNB property in the center of the city for $50 a night for a 2 bedroom with 3 beds, perfect for a third (or more) staying the night . Phnom Penh to Siem Reap - I book a Cambodia Angkor Air flight from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap for $70 per person. Reviews online look good to mixed, and the flight schedule is pretty good, so I am content with the purchase. I get the Rambutan Hotel Resort for Siem Reap, the Suite with one queen bed and a single bed, again for extra boys, for $60 a night. Possibly overpriced for its class, but it is gay friendly, in the middle of the city, and is well-known and well recommended in the Thai boards so I figure why not give it a shot. Siem Reap to Bangkok – To get back to Thailand to finish off my stay, I book two AirAsia tickets from Siem Reap to Bangkok for $109 each (Flex fare with baggage allowance and a meal). Lastly I get a 2-bedroom, 2 bathroom condo rental from AirBNB along Surawong Rd, close to the Tawana Hotel, for $60 a night. 2 bedrooms and 2 beds means 2+ boys. I had great experience with the two condos I got from AirBNB last time I was in Thailand, so this was a no-brainer. So all my two+ bed accommodations reserved, all four flights booked, and the company of a sexy and handsome boy, who is way excited about me taking him to Cambodia by air, secured, everything seems to be all set. I am good at planning at my job, and I think am even better with planning my vacations. Little did I know that things will not go as planned, AT ALL, this trip. More next post…

Apologies for the #pollfail guys. As pointed by numerous above, the poll was worded poorly. Never mind though, as mostly voted "YES", and some "NOs" may or may not have meant to tell me to not write. I was hoping for a "Get Lost" vote but no one seemed to want me to leave haha. Maybe when people see what I write about they'll tell me to Get Lost. There is certainly a lot to write about Cambodia, non-sex wise. I am definitely going to post about food, because I had a lot of it, and it's very cheap and good in Cambodia. It can be very cheap and good in Thailand too, relative to what we westerners are used to paying. There are certainly a lot of sex opportunities in Cambodia. Maybe just different from Bangkok, and certainly on a smaller scale, perhaps due to the relative size of the country. And no vinapu, I wasn't more chaste in Cambodia. I was the same old horny bastard as I always am. There will be sex talk, just not the usual kind. Thanks ggobkk. I'm glad our paths crossed last week, and I had the chance to meet you, as well as other posters, albeit for short time. I wish i had more time to talk to you guys, but circumstances and present company would not allow . It's always nice to talk to posters who contribute to these boards. Thanks for the kind words. Based on the replies and votes (even with the confusing wording), I guess that means I'm going ahead and writing this report. Thanks for the feedback. Keep them coming as I write about my experiences. It makes me want to write more if you guys participate and join along the experiences with me .

This is my 11th 10th trip to LOS and the plan is me spending three nights in Bangkok, after spending three nights in Phnom Penh and three nights in Siem Reap. This is a (quick) late summer getaway for me, and its not as long as my previous trip report, shown here: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10424-bangkokpattaya-june-july-2016-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly/ Background: I’m 35 34, Asian American, and have an 8-year relationship with a great guy (white, 33). Why do I go to Thailand? Well, I’m a horny bastard, and believe or not between my bf (sex life still there but has declined), occasional Grindr and Scruff hookups, and the random trick in West Hollywood gay bars (I live in SoCal), I need more. I am intoxicated by the sex industry in Thailand, and fascinated by their lives and try to make friends with the money boys and locals (copied and pasted from previous trip report ). But before I actually go ahead and go full throttle in writing this trip report, I wanted to see if there was actual interest in me writing this one. Having just finished the trip, it's very sad for me to say that, unlike other trip reports, this trip does not have a lot of sex in it. OK, there is some sex, but mostly with one, maybe two guys for the majority of the trip. Now I know everyone here is a horny bastard (maybe not true, but most of you for sure), so it might not be interesting if I write about mostly non-sex stuff (like maybe touring, eating, shopping) that might not be the main interest of the participants and lurkers of these boards. Maybe I am wrong? So before I put some energy into writing my mundane experiences, I put up a poll for you guys. If I get enough positive replies, then I'll continue the report. If you tell me to get lost, no harm no foul, I shall just continue to lurk and enjoy other's posts, and maybe wait till my next sex trip to write about the sexy stuff. Please participate in the poll, and also maybe reply to the thread about how you feel about a trip report with mostly mundane boring stuff. Pictured: somewhere in Angkor Wat

I made it to Phnom Penh! Tonle Sap, the sunset, and some shirtless soccer.

Yup it's literally called "Fake GPS". It's only on Android devices with Google Play though, I don't think you can do that on iOS on an Iphone. I could be wrong. All your apps will point to the geolocation that Fake GPS is set to. I do have almost all the apps on my phone in case one or two apps are more popular in a particular country or city. I open all of them at least once to push my profile in the location, and gravitate towards the one that gets the more hits. Invariably, Grindr works best for me for some reason. Not always, but often enough for me to preferential check it. Amazing tips, thanks Moses. I saved this in my notes in my phone . THANK YOU. OK, you guys have convinced to go to Tonle Sap. I asked Gareth if it is possible to squeeze it in. I am waiting for his reply. Great advice about the car vs. Tuk Tuk. Car all the way i guess. Coffee to me is important, so Brummbaer, these are brilliant suggestions, thanks! Yes, sightseeing is the primary goal to go to Cambodia. But any working boys I encounter, even if they are inferior to their more seasoned exports in BKK and Pattaya, will be welcome. Grindr may yield me some free boys as well. If all else fails, I am importing my Khmer friend from Pattaya and he will be there for any horniness that may happen. THANKS for the tips. Again, keep them coming, and maybe again some more for Phnom Penh!