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Day 17: The Morning After Today is my last full day in Thailand this trip. I’ve had 9 days like this in the past, but this one seems to be the most bittersweet. I’ve grown accustomed to my constant boy juggling, grown fond of Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) and Cambodia Boy (CB) and all the supporting cast, and will miss the gogo bar hopping staring at impossibly gorgeous boys. Like I said in a previous post, too much of a good thing may be a bad thing, so this fantasy vacation has to end eventually for me to retain a sense of reality and sanity. But onto the matters at hand. I wake up with a warm body next to me. For a split second, I forget who it was I was cradling. Smooth skin? Smells great? Could be anyone. My hand travels to his pecs. They are big, round and muscular. Maybe it’s a Tawan guy? My hand then travels to the abs. Six big, prominent, and round bumps. Hmmm, some of those Tawan men have big, steroid bellies. This one had abs that were naturally muscular. My hand reaches for his ass and feels his hole. Slippery and warm. I guess there’s still some lube in it from last night. He can’t be from Tawan then. I open my eyes and I see DTG sound asleep. We did not shower after sex, because DTG did not want to disturb CB in the living room, which explains the still lubed up ass. I then realize that DTG is like Tawan guy without the attitude, as much as CB is like a Jupiter boy without the difficulty. I have two boys with me looking like boys from my two favorite bars, without actually them being from there. I’ve built a connection with these two guys. I wonder if it was possible to have the same deep connections with actual Tawan or Jupiter boys. While I’ve great success offing boys that were sexually compatible with me, I haven’t had success with the deep connection part of the equation, at least with the guys I’ve been interested in offing. Maybe next time I will give other guys a try. In the meantime, these two perfectly suitable alternatives for those bars are more than enough for now. I suddenly remember that CB is in the living room. I get up carefully, put on my briefs and quietly open the door and silently tip toe into the living room. The aircon is on, but the living room is kind of warm. I see the temperature from the aircon remote, its 25 celsius. I guess CB likes a warm room. I see CB sleeping, still wearing long pants and my t-shirt from last night, splayed all over the couch. I approach him, and he stirs. I squat down to his level, trying not to wake him, but just wanted to see him sleep. He is a pretty boy, even when sleeping. His long lashes still standing out of his pretty face, his small but firm chest rising up and done with his breathing. After probably 10 minutes I hoist myself up from the squatting position. The wooden floor creaks under me when I do this (have I gotten fat). CB wakes up from the noise, and immediately looks up at me. “I’m sorry. I did not want to wake you.” He closes his eyes, and then fully opens them again, and reaches one hand to me: “Come here baby.” I sit beside him, cradling his body, putting out a hand to stroke his cheek. Did you have good sleep? I sorry you sleep here. He says “It OK. I cum a lot last night.” What? Did you have boy here? “No, I alone last night, I hear you. I chuck wow and cum a lot.” I then realized that he couldn’t have had any boys here last night because I had the condo key cards in my wallet, in order to get back into the unit if he left, or to operate the elevators, or to get back into the building. My wallet was in the bedroom with DTG and I. I felt so guilty! Not because I wasn’t part of his orgasm, but because he had to do it alone without my, or anyone’s help. I ask if he was horny last night. “Yes. But in my room I no chuck wow alone. I only chuck wow with customer. Last night can cum because I no need customer.” I understood what he wanted to say. He saves his cum for customers, so he rarely jacks off alone. Maybe its good that he can do it by himself, free from pressure from other customers, and just did it for his own happiness? Maybe its actually good he was alone, albeit listening to my and DTG’s sex sounds? I repeat the promise he made me make for him. That it was just going to be me and him tonight, my last night this trip. He smiles and replies “Thank you baby. You love me.” I put the cherry on top and tell him that I needed to shop for souvenirs for friends and family back home, so I will take him and DTG to the mall today and they can get some clothes they need. He smiles gets even bigger. I know him well. CB then says he will shower and get ready. While he does this, I go back to the bedroom and cuddle with DTG. Me going back to bed and the noise from the bathroom has woken up DTG. He looks at me and smiles, and then he realizes that there is another boy in the condo. He figures out that it is CB who was showering. He asks me if CB is OK. I tell him yes, he was fine. I tell them about CB telling me he chuck-wowed while we had sex. DTG makes a face and tells me it should be CB in the bed not him. I assured DTG everything is fine. CB and I go way back, and it’ll take more than this to affect our friendship. CB is done and emerges from the bathroom and changes in the living room. DTG asks if he could go next. He says he has lube up in his ass. I said I know, I felt it this morning. He pretends to be shocked and kisses me. I go to the living room and see CB dressing up in his usual trendy style: long sleeved blue shirt, skinny jeans and boots. I make some coffee for the group. I make two cups and give CB one. I sit with him and have some light chit-chat while DTG is getting ready. Soon it was my turn. I turn on the shower and wonder how much the condo’s owner’s water bill is going to be this month. I hurry up, fully aware that there were two gorgeous boys out there, no doubt hungry, and hopefully being friendly to each other. I come out in a towel and see CB and DTG having coffee, both fully dressed, looking at the internet in my laptop, pointing to the screen and laughing. I look to see what the hubbub was about. They’re on facebook, looking at a video. Its a series of videos of cats sitting in boxes. Cat videos are universally funny, apparently. I put on my Farang Wear™ and I take my passport with me. I am going back to DTAC at Siam Paragon to get international roaming on my Thai phone. I tell the boys we are going to go shopping at Siam Paragon. We should probably have lunch there as well (it is 1 PM). CB takes all the used coffee cups and puts them on the sink to wash later. We all check ourselves in the mirror (I look like shit compared to these boys. Oh well.) and head on out. DTG suggests we take a cab to the mall instead of taking the BTS. I read about Thai guy’s aversion to walking all the time in this forum, so this was not surprise. The BTS Sala Daeng station is only a 10 minute walk from the condo. But since the 22 baht fare to Siam station is 66 baht total for all of us, we might as well take a cab and probably pay the same price. He gets a cab in front of the condo right away, talks to the driver in Thai, DTG sits in front with CB and I in the back, and we are on our way. Thankfully not a lot of traffic today, and we get there in no time, 62 baht later. I hand DTG 80 baht, he returns 20 baht to me and adds a 5 baht coin to my 60 baht and hands it to the driver. Siam Paragon is busy on a Sunday afternoon. Lots of Thais, Asian tourists, and a sprinkling of farang in the mall. I decide to take the boys to a favorite of mine in the basement level with the food court. I’ve had good luck eating at Peppery Thai Bistro. The boys look at the menu and find items they like. So we ask for a table and the receptionist says about 10 minutes. While we wait, she asks if we can put in our order so they can work on it and not have a long wait in the table. We all pick seafood as our mains, DTG orders a salad and veggies to share. We get seated, and we get asked our drink orders. We make some small talk. CB has been to Siam Paragon just a handful of times. DTG usually finds himself in the mall once or twice a week, most probably with a customer. I ask the boys what they usually eat when customers aren’t around to foot the bill. They say the same thing: street food. DTG says he has a kitchen but doesn’t cook. He does not have the patience nor the time. CB does not have a kitchen at all. But they both say they know how to cook. Thai/Cambodian food. I tell them one day I will ask them to cook for me. They both say yes. They both will make some lucky bastard’s great husband someday. Kind of sad that it’s not me. It was never going to be me anyway. After lunch we go to DTAC to get me some international roaming. More customers today but I get to the English speaking rep pretty quickly. He asks for my passport and my phone number. After a few clicks on his computer he asks if my name was this Chinese sounding name. I said no, this is my name (Western-ish name). He shows me his computer’s screen and shows a photocopy of a Chinese passport, with a Chinese woman pictured. I tell him that is not me (obviously). He looks at my American passport. He tells me no problem. Sometimes they recycle unused numbers, and I guess my number was registered to this person before. He changes the number’s ownership to my name, and then activates the international roaming. I ask to top up my account with 1000 baht as well. He makes it happen and I get two text messages confirming the roaming and the top up. It was a quick and efficient transaction. On to the main task at hand: shopping. I was not going to buy souvenirs in Siam Paragon. It’s too hi-so for what my idea of Thai souvenirs should be. We will walk to MBK for that. But it’s perfect for clothes shopping for the boys. And while I did not need any more clothes, I will be more than happy to buy these two guys who have endured my foibles these past few weeks, the clothes they want, as a token of my appreciation. I will give them money too, don’t worry, but they wont go to these shops to buy clothes on their own dime, so I am assuming this is a treat for them. Before we continued on, I tell them the rules: they can get one thing in the store we are going to. They are OK with this. I intended on going to two stores so that’ll be two things each boy. Even if I am being generous, I’d like to be sane about it. We find the H&M first, and since this is CB’s mother ship, he darts into the store like a mad man. DTG meanwhile, is stuck at the entrance of the store. He wasn’t walking forward, just surveying the crowd inside the store. I ask him if everything was OK. He looks at me, looks at the store, and looks at me again. To be continued.

Hehe, it'd be a huge complement for me if someone asked me "how much for sex." But I get your point. Not sure if it was obvious that CB was with me (or with DTG and me) before CB went to the bathroom, but CB made sure it was obvious once he held my hand while #32 looked at us, when he told me about this. Death By Forsaken Boyfriend: sounds like the perfect title for my next chapter haha. One forum member has playfully accused me of being guilty of youthful enthusiasm (at 35, i don't know how young that is). I admit I am horribly naive at times, and any other sane person would not make the foolish decisions I have made this trip (two whiskey bottles! two boyfriends in a queen sized bed! paying for sex!), and past trips (eating gogo boy cum! punching a lady boy! offing a boy while suffering from food poisoning!), but at that time, it made total sense to make those decisions. Hey, I'm still alive to tell the tale. I only let me hair down like this 8 weeks in a year. I'm actually pretty stable and conservative back home.

Thanks guys! The feedback is greatly appreciated. When I started these trip reports, I wasn't sure how it was going to be received. But the majority of the feedback has been pretty awesome. Wasn't sure if being overly personal was the way to go. I'm glad it was the right way to go about my reports. I will endeavor to continue these, maybe every other trip so I don't get burned out. I think that my experiences are great enough that writing about them was fairly easy for me. Again, hopefully this trip report inspires others to write about their experiences as well.

Day 16.8: Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd All three of us, virtually hand-in-hand, head to Surawong Rd via Patpong, from Soi 4. A good cry always washes away frustration and trouble, and that episode seemingly (at least to me) behind us, we skip towards Patpong, stopping by to admire the ladies, tourists, and “cheap” merchandise. We go by Silom Tattoo, and thankfully they were busy with a customer, so I was not tempted to get my tattoo. Probably not a good idea to be nursing a tattoo bruise, on top of juggling two boys, tonight. Though it probably would be something I would foolishly do on a first week in Thailand, but now, as I limp my way to America in these last few days of my vacation, I’m glad that I get to at least make one good decision tonight. Cambodia Boy (CB) is more talkative now, and engaging Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) more. We pass by Soi Twilight and DTG points to that general area to tell CB where his bar was. CB says we should go into the Soi later. Right now though, I wanted to go to Jupiter. I wanted to bring my two gorgeous boys to a place with more gorgeous boys. I wanted to surround myself with beauty. We get there 20 minutes before the show, and got good seats to accommodate us three. I sat first, DTG sits to me left, and then CB sits besides me as well. I’m the meat in a gorgeous boy sandwich, just the way I like it. The Jupiter boys were onstage, advertising their lean, tall and light-skinned wares. The usually suspects were there, though #60, the presumably arrogant ass, was not there, probably offed early. The stunner was there though, no number again, I guess never to be offed by us mere mortals. Both were described here: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10424-bangkokpattaya-june-july-2016-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly/?p=93111 I’ve said this before, but because I wasn’t offing anyone tonight, and already have my boys, Jupiter is probably the best bar to go to if you just want to admire the visuals and the show production values in a gogo bar. The boy visuals never disappoint, they are always gorgeous. The numbers also never disappoint, a combination of drag queens with superior lip-synching skills, as well as well-crafted sensual boy numbers. I was having my own personal boy harem sitting on opposites sides of me. If I am with a special boy, watching a boy show, I like to hold their hand as a way to connect during the show. My conundrum tonight was: who do I hold hands with? I had to have a hand free to be able to drink my 350 baht alcoholic drink. I can’t hold both their hands, it will look weird. So I don’t hold hands with anyone at first. And then DTG holds my hand, I had no choice but to take it for a while. I talked to CB the whole time this happened. And then I would take my hand away and then hold hands with CB, while talking to DTG. I’m trying to give equal time and attention to the boys. I was looking at the boys onstage, and was talking to both DTG and CB which boy they thought was cute. They both thought the stunner was cute, and some of the other tall and lean ones we all thought were good looking. CB then said “All boy here good looking. I like the bar.” I tell him I like it too. I notice #32, who I have never seen before, looking good. He is light skinned like most of them, had big thighs and a handsome face. He has a sort of pony tail/man bun thing going, which doesn’t work on everyone, but on him, it looks hot. My friend PNGguyBKK narrates about #32 here: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10409-jupiter-last-night/?p=92560 I tell CB that I think #32 is handsome. He concurs, says he looks like “man.” The place slowly fills up before the show begins. DTG, to my left, had space beside him so it was filled with some Asians, who quickly learned that DTG was handsome so they kept staring at him all night. CB to my right sat at the end of the bench. The boys onstage went through their horrendous first number (narrated in the link above), and then when they were done, scattered backstage. Some boys hung out in the audience, hoping they could be called on by a punter who may find them attractive. So #32 and another Jupiter boy stood close to the door, where CB was also sitting close to. While the numbers were starting, I notice #32 trying to talk to CB in Thai. CB initially ignored him, but pretty soon talked to him in English. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about. I was too busy looking at the stage during the numbers. CB then stopped talking to #32 and takes my hand and squeezes it. A brief comment about the numbers. Well-crafted as always, but there were some boys who were present last time I was here, who weren’t here now, including the good dancer last time who captivated the whole bar with his moves and big erection. I missed his presence, but other boys took his place and was equally competent, if less hot than him. One standout number for me was also the simplest one, just two gorgeous guys, with enormous erections bulging in skimpy briefs, gyrating to the song “Fantasy” by Black Box, Youtube here: [media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iKUOvLHmPs[/media] The song perfectly encapsulates what Thailand is for me: a fantasy that can't be erased. It's just a plane ride away. It was a simple number: two boys gyrating to a great song, but they were in perfect sync, their bodies glistening under the warm lights, enticing us, telling us we are going to have a good time with them. The lyrics of the song perfectly sums up what the bar, and frankly, Thailand is, for most of us: Every man has a place, in his heart there's a space And the world can't erase his fantasies Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasy All your dreams will come true, right away To me, this song perfectly encapsulates what Thailand is to me: a fantasy that I am more than willing to take a ride in. Meanwhile, CB told DTG and I he was going to the bathroom. It takes him a while before he gets back, possibly about 15 minutes. I ask him what took him so long. He told me #32 followed him to the bathroom, and talked to him a bit. He told CB that if he did not get an off tonight that he wanted CB to join him and possibly other boys to go out tonight dancing and drinking. He was told he was cute and should go with them later. CB told them he was with his BF (that would be me). I see #32 in the corner, looking at us. CB said he didn’t like #32. CB said #32 was “man on the stage and woman off the stage.” I just laughed at this description. The stunner boy was then part of a special number with three drag queens. Only wearing tight briefs and an erection, he lays down on a bench. The drag queens invite three punters from the audience to come up onstage. They then take three gummi bears and put one on stunner’s lips, his tummy, and his crotch. The three punters are supposed to take the gummi bears from the stunner, with their lips. It was a nice way to ogle at stunner boy in his semi-full glory. The punters were all shy, but were able to take the gummi bears from the different parts of stunner’s body. I was jealous of the punter who was able to put his lips on stunner’s crotch. No matter, I will be doing this with my own stunners soon. The shower number was pretty good as well, because none of the usual boys were there, so there were new boys almost naked, gyrating wet and getting a full soap down. A boy number sometimes gets stale when you see the same boys doing the same numbers, so this shower scene is pretty good. We leave when the show ends. We exit through Soi Thaniya and talk about the circus that was going on in the Soi: lots of girls and the Japanese men who admire them. We laugh at the spectacle of it all. DTG then recommends us go to Soi 4 to get a drink before retiring to the condo. It’s before 12 midnight so there was still a lot of night to be had. We get there and we were all in good spirits. Everyone was talking, laughing, and partaking in the great night. We get to the Soi, Telephone Pub was full, but there were three seats free in Balcony Pub. We sit and order our drinks (beer, whiskey coke, espresso martini). DTG also orders some food to have while we are drinking. The food comes and soon we want to refill our drinks. We probably had three drinks in total with the food before we decide to go home to the condo. Seemingly in good spirits, I am thinking, is a threesome going to happen? I told CB and DTG separately that it was just going to be DTG and I tonight, but maybe moods have changed. We get to the condo and we start getting comfortable. DTG goes to the bathroom first to shower. That is when CB says that he hopes that it’s only DTG and me tonight having sex, and he won’t be joining ud. I ask do you want to join, he says no, he thinks I will have more fun with just DTG, and then says DTG is not his type. I do not force things on boys so I accept this. CB then looks at the bed and tells me there is no way three boys can fit in the bed. It’s a queen-sized bed, and it does look cramped when I try to lay on it with CB laying beside me. I miss the king-sized bed in Crowne Plaza (Advantage: Hotel). CB then suggests that he sleep on the couch tonight. I look at him and tell him are you sure? I would rather I sleep in the couch and both of them just in the bed. CB says no, I am the customer, I should be comfortable. CB then says he is OK with staying outside on the couch as long as we can have some alone time, just the two of us tomorrow. I promised him this, and since I planned on doing this anyway, I was OK with it. I made sure CB was OK with this arrangement. He seemed to be matter-of-fact about it, and seemed happy that he can think of this scheme for me. DTG comes out of the bathroom and I tell him what was going to happen tonight. DTG looked a little bit surprised and goes to the living room to ask CB if he was OK with this. CB assured him that it’s ok, just have fun and make me happy. DTG wasn’t really sure if he was OK leaving CB out in the living room to sleep. He volunteered to sleep outside once sex was done. I assured him that CB was OK with this, and I will have alone time with him tomorrow night. I then shower and go to the bedroom after. DTG has closed the bedroom door, and is just under the covers. He sees me finishing so he goes to the bathroom and takes the paper towels for wiping the the cum later. He also gets water from the fridge to bring to the bedroom. I think he wanted CB to have his privacy and didn’t want to get out of the bedroom to get these things and disturb CB. Before I retire to the bedroom, I go out to the living room and see CB wearing his headphones, listening to music, laying on the couch, with his eyes closed. I go next to him and he opens his eyes and says “Hi baby.” I ask him if he was OK like this, he says “No problem baby. Have fun boom boom please.” I ask if a customer has done this to him before, he says some times. He then smiles and then gets up to kiss me. I kiss him back and tell him to get some rest. He smiles and lays back down. I turn off the living room lights and leave him to his thoughts. I then focus my attention to DTG. I take off my towel, DTG does as well. The pecs, abs, face and smile, all still there, all still working for me. We try to be quiet during our love making, during me topping him, and including during DTG’s usually spectacularly noisy eruptive orgasm. I tell DTG he didn’t have to quiet down during his orgasm. DTG says he did not want to disturb CB. We laugh at this and kiss. DTG takes some paper towels and wipes me and himself down. He sets the towels on the floor, turns off the lights, and cuddles with me. I think this will work. I wonder if it working out in the living room. I will know tomorrow.

I love the sex, don't get me wrong, but I'd take these great experiences over quickie sex sessions any day. Even if tears are in the equation. Haha, well I was always in shorts, so long pants was a step up. Why not date two guys? Drama is not welcome of course, but the resolution, I think, made it worth it. To me, it's all worth it in the end. Again, it's all about the experiences. While I do not look to create conflict, it happens, and I make every effort to diffuse it. Maybe I am naive, but it always works out in the end. Damn it, with this visual, its going to be a long 5 weeks for me before my next trip . I agree though, there is no feeling like it in the world. Thanks for the kind words. I am not a good writer (I wish I was). I just narrate what happened. The way you distill it made me realize how close i was to having a ruined night with my anger. Glad I am easy to forgive. Probably! It is totally possible. You are not the first one to say this, I've had other guys tell me that they have met DTG, or CB or Xboy Guy, based on my description of them. I guess since I am very descriptive and vivid with my narration, my naivete that i can protect the boys' identities probably is probably in vain. I hope this doesn't get the boys harassed. Again, your mileage may vary, and my experiences with these boys may be different from yours (better or worse). Agreed, no shortage of Cambodians, sometimes into a lot of drama and waterworks, in Jomtien, like CB . abang1961, yes, maybe he is high maintenance. But I let him, because I want him, as well as any other boy with me, be themselves while with me. Yes, I am paying them to be with me, but they are also not robots, and I'd rather have them be themselves than just grin and bear it around me. I am rewarded with a certain trust and openness that they don't usually expose to a typical customer, and more often than not, I actually get much better sex out of them this way (again, your mileage may vary, just my experience). Yes social etiquette is important in a lot of situations, but if you are with friends, as I think I am with the boys, sincerity and authenticity, to me, is more important.

Day 16.4: The Crying Game I did say at the beginning of this day that I was going to take it easy. I was going to coast through these next two nights just basking in the glow of the “love” of a cute boy. not looking for any fireworks or conflict, just a relaxing and calm time. Instead I get greedy and ask two cute boys to accompany me tonight. Let’s see how this goes. I tell Cambodia Boy (CB) to prepare for dinner. I told him Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) was coming to the condo around 7 PM, so we better get ready. It’s 6 PM now, and we just spent the rest of the afternoon just hanging out, having shallow conversation about pop culture and deep conversation about his horrendous customers. I tell him about DTG and what he was about. He was half listening and looking at his phone. I stop and go up to him and kiss him. We make out. I try to tidy up the condo and then shower. I get done and wear a t-shirt and long jeans. I didn’t want to look like crap compared to both CB and DTG so I am at least wearing pants. CB sees this and comments on how cute I looked. I tell him it’s just pants. He says he doesn’t like me wearing shorts, but he understands I am used to colder climates. He asks if I am wearing this because of my boyfriend DTG (that’s what he said). I tell him he is not my boyfriend and I am actually wearing this for you because you always dress so nice. He kisses me and says that I need to wear long pants more often because it suits me. And then he disappears into the bathroom to get ready. Pretty soon it is 7 PM and I get a Line text from DTG telling me that he at the condo lobby. I leave the room and hurry to get down to the lobby. I see DTG in his simple white shirt that hugs his muscular chest, long jeans and his boots that look old and in tatters. He flashes me his trademarked zillion watt smile and I immediately remember why I am drawn to him in the first place. The level-headed money boy. We take the elevator to the room. I hug him and he lets me, but points to the camera in the elevator. I tell him they have probably seen worse things before. I then tell him that CB might be in a mood. I tell him I think CB does not want to share me with you, but is letting me anyway. I tell him that CB and I had a threeway with a straight guy and it was perfectly fine. And then we hung out with a straight bodybuilder and he got along great with him. But I attempted to have a threeway with him and the gay Thai twink and he had a problem. DTG says maybe he has a problem with me having sex with other gay guys, because gay guys have a possibility to get attached to me. I tell him its probable that is the case, and I think he doesn’t want to share. DTG then tells me he doesn’t count because he is bisexual. I laugh and tell him it doesn’t matter. I can’t date any of you anyway because I already have a BF. We get to the room and CB is still in the bathroom. We sit down on the couch and I talk about my Pattaya trip. After 15 minutes CB emerges from the bathroom in a towel. He sees DTG and scurries into the bedroom. After 5 minutes he opens the bedroom door, in a one of my black t-shirts, his skinny jeans and boots. I ask him why he is wearing my tshirt. CB says he wanted to match DTG and myself in tshirts. He didn’t want to be the odd man out. CB looks infinitely better in my tshirt than I could ever look in it. Its funny we are the same size even if my build is more muscular than his. I decide that we should go to G’s Bangkok, the German-Thai restaurant on Soi 4. I really like the food and the beers so we make our way to the Soi. On the way, DTG and I continue talking but CB does not join our conversation. The restaurant was almost full on a Saturday night but we were lucky that one of the tables was vacant. We get seated and the owner is there again. He introduced himself to us, and he doesn’t remember me from earlier, but that’s ok. He probably has seen so many faces in two weeks between my visits, that he won’t recognize me anyway. We look at the menu and I point to CB the Thai section so he can choose the food he likes. DTG also looks at the Thai section of the menu. I know what I want. We order the food (all seafood, excellent), and the owner asks if we wanted some beers. DTG and CB gamefully looks at the selection in the drink menu and asks questions about what tastes they will expect from the beers. I’m glad they can at least have a similar interest, even if it is beer. I get a modest glass of IPA, DTG gets a large glass of pale ale, and CB gets a gigantic boot of German beer. You can take a Jomtien boy out of the Complex, but you can’t take the Complex out of a Jomtien boy. DTG and I continue talking, and sometimes I ask CB a question and he responds. But CB mostly is silent, mostly on his phone, and is not participating in the conversation. DTG sometimes talks to CB as well but CB can’t just get into it. As we wait for the food, the owner comes to us and asks all of us where we were from. Los Angeles. Bangkok. Phnom Penh. He had stories about all three cities which made us laugh. He and I then talk about how awesome Thailand is. He talked about condos and I told him I was looking to buy one here. He had some suggestions for me. It was a pleasant conversation. Before he left, he told me that it is obvious that I was having fun, and pointed to the two boys. I tell him they are awesome boys, he says I am lucky because they are very good looking. We get our food. CB then gets a phone call. He then proceeds to have a full-on conversation in Khmer while we were eating. DTG and I at first ignore it, and just continue talking. But towards the middle of the meal, it was getting to be rude. CB wasn’t loud, his voice was low enough that he wasn’t disturbing the other tables. But he was being rude to us, the two other people in his table. DTG was not saying anything about it but could see I was getting frustrated. He holds my hand to calm me down, and continues to talk to me. DTG is the adult in the table. DTG and I finish our meal. Since CB was still busy yapping away it takes him time to finish his meal. DTG and I continue talking while we wait for CB to stop talking and eating. All of a sudden, the owner comes and takes out three mini glasses and sets them in our table in front of us. He then gets a bottle of something that tasted like Jaeger and poured the drink in the glasses, for the three of us. He said it was free, and hope I wasn't too frustrated about what was happening, pointing to CB. I laugh and tell him I am fine and i thank him for the free drinks. I wasn’t fine though, and was mad as a hatter inside, but was not showing it. CB gets off the phone and slowly finishes his food and beer. I was glaring at him but he wasn’t paying attention to me. DTG continues to hold my hand and trying to calm me down. I never get mad at all. I’m so laid back and easy going. I think this is why some of the boys like me. But now I was angry. I was mad at CB for being rude. I pay up (1700 baht), and as we leave, I tell DTG I will talk to CB about his behavior. DTG whispers in my ear, don’t be angry. I kiss him and then as we leave the restaurant, I take CB aside and tell him what was on my mind: that I was really angry at him for taking a phone call for the length of our meal. For not talking to us, and for not paying attention. I tell him if you don’t want to be here, just go back to the condo and DTG and I will continue through the night. CB bursts into tears. I did not expect this. We have had angry words before. We bring out the worst, as well as the best from each other. I was expecting him to fight back, to tell me why I invited DTG here, why was I not true to him. But no, he starts crying. He then tells me: “So you are like this. Now I know you. You are bad man. I think you good, but no you bad.” I ask him what he is talking about. Why am I bad? You were the one that was rude. “I was talking to my mother in Cambodia. Is it wrong? Now you are kicking me out of the condo. Where am I going to go? I have no money?” I was taken aback. I was not kicking him out. Its clearly a misunderstanding of my English and they way I said it to him. I made it clear to him, in simple english phrases, that I said that if he wanted to go to the condo and stay there, it is fine, instead of being miserable with us. I told him I would never kick him out. I could be angry at him, sure, but never would kick him out and leave him high and dry. He says “I can stay? You want me to stay?” Yes, I never asked you to leave. I just think you are unhappy with me and DTG. He hugs me tight, on Soi 4, in full view of others. And cries some more. In between he says “Thank you. I want talk to my mother. I am jealous of Thai Guy. I’m sorry.” I hug him back. This is clearly deeper than just misunderstanding of what I said. He was kicked out of a situation before, without money, without options. And it was his dad, when he was 15, because they found out he was gay. I suddenly remember this story he told me last year, about being kicked out of his home. Having to fend for himself. Sell himself. And then having them go back to him and ask for money. Soul-crushing poverty. I stop hugging him to look at his tear-stained face and tell him that I would never abandon him. I will always treat him right. Even if he infuriates me sometimes, its just anger. I can be angry. I tell him maybe because I care for him a lot that I get angry. I never get angry with any other boy. I get angry because I have feelings attached to his actions. I tell him this, and make this promise to him. He calms down, and then smiles and says that he is “crazy boy.” I tell him yes, he is, but I love his crazy. He wipes away the tears and composes himself. He then tells me he will go to the bathroom at the restaurant. I then see DTG, standing about 10 feet away, just waiting, with a look of worry in his face. I go to him and he asks if CB was alright. I tell him he will be and everything is fine. I smile, genuiniely this time. DTG says if he needs to just go, since there is something obviously going on between CB and I. I tell DTG that I’ve known CB for a long time. There is history, and this has happened before. I assure DTG that I want him to stay. CB comes out of the bathroom, looking like nothing happened (they have their youth to thank for this!). He is smiling widely, knowing that I will never abandon him. I meant it too. Now, the night can begin. To be continued.

Busy weekend to be able to post continuation. But wanted to share tonight's activities. Here is a surreptitiously taken photo in a bar I was in (posted solely for the eye candy, nothing to do with Thailand), showing an example of the USA's paltry gogo boy scene. It doesn't compare to Thailand of course. Hahaha. Maybe it's better in your U.S. city. Plus points if you can guess what U.S. city I am tonight

This is an awesome story bucknaway. We fully expect you to post a trip report here when October comes. I'll be in Thailand and Cambodia or Myanmar in September.

Ugh. It's not that bad, and you will read about it in a few days (busy at the moment), but certainly the grief that came out of it is my fault. That would be a boring movie . As vinapu has said, the boys are in Thailand, and half the fun is looking for the boys to have fun with. My reports depict my own experience with the boys, and they might be different with other customers, maybe better or worse than how I was treated. The joy of Thailand is there are hundreds, maybe thousands of boys like this. Hopefully you can make your own great memories with your own boys. He is. I think I was lucky to have met him, as I am with the others boys I've met this trip. He keeps in touch everyday on Line, often with photos. With my experience, Long Time is highly recommended. There is just so much you can experience about a good boy. My solution: sleeping pills and earplugs. Never heard Tong snore. Had a very good night sleep with him. I heard from CB that I snore a lot. He says he doesn't mind.

Day 16: Bangkok Tales Time flies when you’re having fun. I can’t believe I have only two nights left in Bangkok, and back to California I go (sort of). The last few nights of a Thailand vacation for me means I begin to wind down, having checked most of the boxes I set out to accomplish before this trip started. First threesome? Check. Night at Jomtien Complex? Check. Off a Tawan star? Check. Get my heart broken a million pieces? Triple check. Now its just a matter of slowing down and taking time to smell the roses. The energy expended boy-chasing, the inertia needed to form connections with the boys I like, and the anxiety of preparing to go back home, is enough for me to not take too much risks in my last few days here. I get another night of full rest. I wake up at 8 AM and surprised I wake up early. Then I turn to Cambodia Boy (CB), and see that while he is sleeping, he doesn’t have the blanket on him. I feel his hands and its ice cold. I took the covers from him last night and now he’s freezing cold! I pull the covers to his side and cover him up. I give him a full hug to help him warm up. I drift back to sleep like this. 10AM and I wake up again, entangled with CB. The aircon in the condo is fairly strong, so its very conducive to cuddling (Advantage: Condo). CB, half-awake, whispers “How are you baby?” in a very endearing way. I wish I can wake up everyday like this. I try to put aside thoughts of me leaving soon and just focus on the boy. I say I am good. I ask him what he wanted to do today. He said nothing in particular, he will just “follow me”. I told him I just wanted to relax today. We cuddle, and then it soon becomes a make out session, and then it soon becomes a chuck-wow session. We both cum while kissing, appreciating some tenderness early in the day. He cums first, and all over his chest and tummy. I aim towards him, also summing all over his chest and tummy. All the cum on his lean frame quickly drips down on the sheets. Thank goodness for the washer and dryer in the unit (Advantage: condo). He stands up, maneuvering his body to carefully not letting any more of the cum drip off his body. He goes to the bathroom, pees and showers. I see some drips of cum on the floor. We are both huge cummers. I strip the bed of the linens and stuff them in the washer/dryer. He emerges in a towel and tells me if he can stay in the bathroom while I shower. I say sure and disrobe and enter the shower. With the shower having transparent doors, he can see me and I can see him. While I shower I see what he is doing: his daily beauty regimen. The flawless skin, bright complexion, and trendy hair obviously needs to be maintained to keep himself employed. He told me before he prides himself of not needing to wear any makeup, like most of the gogo boys out there. Onstage, under harsh lighting, and under intense scrutiny of discerning customers, gogo boys need every trick in their arsenal to look delectable for us. After showering, CB is about done with his regimen. When he is done, he tells me his lifestyle is not conducive to maintaining great skin. As a Jomtien boy he drinks a lot for work, and sometimes, after his bar closes, he goes with his Jomtien mates to continue drinking at Jomtien beach, often till dawn and even after that. Coupled with not getting enough sleep and not eating as well as he would like, acne and circles in his eyes are always a concern. So he takes care of his skin when he can. Whatever he does with skin, it works, because he is smooth all throughout. Not a blemish in sight on his light brown skin. He loves parading in the condo naked. I love that he parades in the condo naked. He tells me he is hungry, but he does not want me to take him to an expensive restaurant. He worries that I spend too much money on my vacations. I tell him I appreciate the concern, and I think of a cheap place to go: Foodland in Patpong. We put on clothes, me in horrible Farang Wear™ , him in a nice white crisp long-sleeved shirt, skinny jeans and boots. I decide to at least wear jeans tonight to match his fashion. We get there and there were about 4 other people in the restaurant with us. We look at the menu and take our time choosing. I decide to get the American breakfast (because I am gross) as well as a Thai omelette, CB decides to get a chicken curry thing, fried rice and soup for both of us. We obviously ordered a lot and when the order comes, all the plates could not fit our table. Waitress asks us to move to a bigger table, because we order too much. Eating with CB means eating family style, we share everything and have a hearty conversation about pop culture. He is curious on how popular certain stars he knows are in the U.S. I tell him what I know. We finish, completely satisfied, and I pay up. Its 650 baht for the feast we just had. He then asks me if we can walk around the area so he can see the lay of Silom in the daytime. We both are fascinated with what nightlife spots look like in the daytime. I show him Patpong, and describe to him what it looks like at night. We stop by Silom Tattoo on Patpong and talk to the guy there about a tattoo I wanted to get for my upper left arm. He initially quotes 5500 baht. Kind of pricey but CB immediately haggles and gets the price down to 3500 baht. I tell the tattoo artist we will come back. I am not ready to get a tattoo right now, but at least I know its still a possibility. We walk on Surawong Rd and tell him where Soi Twilight is. We walk by and not a lot of activity on an early afternoon. Some Bangkok Massage boys are out in their familiar white wife beaters and shorts. We leave the Soi and cross the street to get back to Silom. We cut through to Soi Thaniya. I tell him what this street looks like at night. He tells me this Road is familiar. Then he points to one of the cheap hotels on the Soi and he tells me he usually stays in one of the cheap rooms in that hotel. It costs him about 300 baht a night to stay there, and there is no aircon in the rooms he stays in. He tells me he stays there if things are particularly slow in Pattaya and there are no customers, or if the cheap Charlies are the only hits he gets. He goes to Bangkok and stays at the cheap place and gets on Grindr/Hornet/PRomeo to look for customers. He sometimes does not need the room anyway because he usually gets long time with his customers. But he is glad the room is there in case something happens. He usually gets some customers this way, but does not want to stay in Bangkok full-time because he says it is too busy and fast-paced for him. He likes Pattaya’s sleepy vibe, he likes working in Jomtien Complex, and he likes his bar, his boss, and loves his Khmer friends. He also admits that Bangkok is more difficult to navigate than Pattaya, and sometimes his customer’s hotel is hard to find, that he gets in trouble for being late a good number of times. I wonder how many boys do this sort of thing to earn money. I tell CB that we should go to Silom Complex to go to the DTAC store there. I need my Thai phone to have international roaming (for private reasons). On the way, Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) Lines me and asks if I am back in Bangkok. I get so focused being with CB, I forgot that I promised DTG I will see him before I leave. I ask CB if it was OK to see DTG tonight. I do not expect a threesome but I want DTG to stay at the condo. I even show CB a photo of DTG. CB says it was fine. He then asks me to promise that I am his and not DTG’s. I told him yes, I am yours, you have nothing to worry about. I don’t know what he means by this. He is fully aware that I have a BF. Yes I am his, but only till Monday. He will get his tip at the end regardless. I find out later that there is more to this than just saying “I am his.” Another one of my failures, failing to see what “Saving Face” looks like. Unknown to what was coming, I text DTG that I am with another boy today, but he is OK (saving face) with you coming tonight. DTG then calls me. I answer and he immediately asks me about CB. I tell DTG, in front of CB, that CB is an amazing guy, smart, kind, Khmer, and wicked gorgeous. This makes CB laugh. DTG says he really wants to see me before I leave but is unsure with CB there. I tell DTG not to worry and just meet with us. We agree on meeting at 7 PM for dinner. We get to DTAC and they could not help with my roaming inquiry, but they tell me to go to Siam Paragon and the DTAC there can. So we take the BTS to Siam Paragon. BTS is busy today, with the Sala Daeng station filled with people. The trains are filled wall-to-wall as well, and we almost could not fit in the car we go into. Luckily its only two stops away. I grab on a rail, and CB grabs onto my shoulder. Pretty soon we are at Siam Paragon. Back home I try to avoid going to shopping malls back of home because of a number of reasons. Somehow here in Thailand they are less of an issue for me. Siam Paragon, MBK and Terminal 21 are favorites of mine, and if retail therapy is needed, I duck into one of those malls and spend an entire day with my favorite boy of the trip. I tell CB that maybe we can go to shopping trip tomorrow, my last day. It’ll be a good chance for me to buy little trinkets for the BF and some friends and family back home, as well as buy CB and maybe DTG some stuff as thanks, and to remember me by. CB, who has an expensive habit of spending money on nice clothes to maintain his pretty boy look, and tries to get customers to be pay for them, won’t pass up this opportunity. He has been game for just about anything I throw at him, though sometimes not without difficulty, so why not brighten up his day with a day of shopping. We get to DTAC and at reception I tell the reception guy what I needed. I get a number to get in the queue, I notice that my ticket has “English Speaking” on it. CB sits with me waiting just playing with his phone. My number comes up and I tell the customer rep about my need for roaming. He tells me its not problem but he says he needs my passport. I of course did not bring it with me, and I even forgot my colored photocopy of it that I usually bring with me all the time. I apologize and tell the guy I would just have to come back to get my passport. We spend the rest of the afternoon in the mall, just window shopping and spending time together. We get back to the condo and continue bonding over music and pop culture. Pretty soon it is time to prepare for dinner. I take the clean linens from the washer and prep the bed for three people tonight. I think to myself, I get along great with DTG with my time with him, and I get along great with CB as well, surely DTG and CB with me will be even a greater time right? I guess I'll find out tonight. To be continued...

Thanks for thinking its well crafted. Not sure how it translates when I put it out there. It is fairly time consuming to write these. It helped that I finish a first draft of about 3/4 of the trip before I got back home. It also helped that I went to Hong Kong the first part of my trip, that's when I finished that first few days of writing. I would also write in my free time, between boys, the drive to Pattaya, and the million hours I was flying back home. I just do a lot of proofing and rephrasing before I post. Some fall through the cracks obviously.

Haha about the phone. I am one of the culprits that let technology ruin their vacations. I am ceaselessly connected to the outside world, including my work, the news, my friends, and the boys, during my time with friends and other boys. With my BF, probably half the time together we are on our phones talking about what we see in our phones. Maybe its my generation? Some of the boys are sometimes connected when I am with them. Its part of the experience for me sometimes. But we know when to put our phones down . Also, my job is in tech (partially), so being connected is second nature. I wish I could stop though. Is that some kind of record: 10,000 views in 2 weeks? I'm assuming its not unique views, otherwise I may have underestimated the Gaythailand population. Anyone have an estimate of how many unique people log in per day, members or anonymous?

I wish I was an erotic writer. I probably won't do it justice if I tried. I try hard to be respectful of the boys when I talk about them. That's why I don't want to put their names or faces in my posts. Tong was an exception because he is well known and any attempt to describe him will be very well known to the lots of fans of Tawan on this board. Still, I will not post any photos of him either, though I took a number of them, just like I do of some of the boys I spend time with. They respect me in our encounters, and I respect them in return. I live for other's trip reports as well. I appreciate the interest in mine and hope I inspire others to share their experiences as well. Thanks for the clarification. LOL at a muscle guy with a mustache: thats probably 80% of the guys in Tawan. No Phet doesn't have a mustache. He's one of the younger ones and less "muscular" than the majority of the guys.

Day 15.5 Back in Bangkok Tong’s SUV is a great vehicle for road trips. It's spacious inside, agile on the road, and very comfortable. It’s definitely an upgrade from using PT Taxi to get from Pattaya to Bangkok. Oh wait, those are not the reasons why this ride is better than PT Taxi. It’s Tong, the driver, that makes this drive infinitely better. It’s a hunky driver, so I get a driver with great visuals and not averse to being touched, so I hold his left hand while driving, maybe run my hand up and down his arm, maybe steal a touch or two on his chest and shoulders. He doesn’t show that he is at all bothered by this attention. So I take advantage. I hope he doesn’t hate me after this. Cambodia Boy (CB) is seated in the back, quiet. I look back and see him in earphones probably listening to music or watching YouTube. I notice before that when he watches YouTube videos of English songs, he does not watch the original music videos by the artist, but the versions where the lyrics are flashed in the screen. Perhaps to learn the words, perhaps some pronunciation is not as intelligible to his Khmer ears. But one thing I appreciate about CB is his quest to better his already good English. During the ride he would show me certain English words he doesn’t know how to pronounce, or does not know the meaning of. Still constantly learning. One of the many things I love about him. Tong is quiet most of the time, but sometimes a thought gets in his head and he articulates it to me and CB. About the weather, the cars on the road, maybe his gym back home. He tells us that he has a motorcycle. And not one of those puny mocys or rice cookers on the road, an actual, testosterone-filled motorcycle. He wrangles his phone and tries to show me a photo. I see it and it is impressive. He says it costs him a lot of money to get and maintain, but he loves going on rides with other riders on it. He says that in mid or late July there was a big motorbike riding party he was going to join that was going for two days. I was hazy on the details, but he did tell me he needed more gear for the ride. Like a cool leather jacket. He then flashes a big grin at me, asking me, jokingly, if I could buy him one. I tell him maybe when I off him next. He stretches his left arm to me and puts a hand on my cheek and pats it, smiling. At the halfway point, Tong tells us that he is exiting the highway to go to that grocery store he told us about before. We get to that store and the front sign looks like this: I don’t know what that reads, but inside its fairly interesting merchandise. A lot of traditional Thai food, mostly dried or pickled stuff. Tong gets a lot of the dried fish and some sauces. CB and I use the bathroom. We leave the store and continue driving. Some raindrops come but does not develop into full rain. Traffic wasn’t too bad as we get closer to Bangkok proper. But it gets significantly worse when we get to Bangkok. Some stops and starts. Tong doesn’t look flustered but he does comment that sometimes he doesn’t understand where the traffic comes from sometimes. Sometimes its rush hour and the traffic is not bad. Sometimes its 2 AM and its wall to wall cars. He says sometimes there is no rhyme or reason to why there is traffic, but if it happens, its really bad. As we inch closer to inner Bangkok, I ask him what he will do after he drops us off at the condo. He says that since its going to be late afternoon when we get to Silom, he might try and go to his local gym and sleep in one of the empty beds that was available to him there. He says that he knows the owner well, and on days that he works out later than he normally does, he sleeps at the gym, and wakes up just in time to get to Tawan, all swollen and muscular from the workout, ready for customers. He says sleep is important to him because he has to sleep for muscle growth, but since he works late hours, it’s a challenge, so he gets as much sleep when he can. After much traffic we get to the condo. Tong drives the SUV in the parking lot but doesn’t park it. He says something to the condo guards in Thai, probably asking to park like this while he helps us with our bags. He takes my roller bag and garment bag, and CB takes his duffel bag. We get up to the room and I open the door. Thank goodness everything still looks intact. CB goes to the bathroom to pee. I grab my wallet and take 5000 baht out and give it to Tong. He Wais in thanks and hugs me for a follow-up. I accompany him down to the ground floor since the elevators don’t work without the key card. I watch him get on his car and drive off. I wave goodbye, he waves back. I have no regrets paying that much. I got a long time off and the sex that comes with it, some company, good conversation, workout tips, a lot of groping, and a one way car ride back to BKK (PT Taxi would cost me 1100 baht, and I can’t molest their driver). Actually not just one way because he had to drive to Pattaya from BKK really. He’s been nothing but accommodating, and the sex was satisfying. Not the most passionate of boys, but that’s what you get for getting a straight, super muscular and masculine Tawan star. But really, nothing bad to say about the off. I get back to the room and see CB naked on the couch, playing with his phone. I guess it never ends when you are in Thailand haha. I ask him why is he naked. He says its too hot for clothes, and the aircon is off and he did not want to turn it on without my permission. I guess that's the trick to get them naked. I tell him I’ll turn on the air and he can put on clothes. He said he wants to be naked anyway, in bed, since he wants to sleep before going out for the night. It’s the perfect time for a nap before dinner. I set the alarm for 7:30 PM. The alarm comes and I wake up CB. He stirs and I go to the bathroom to pee and shower. I’m super hungry and got to keep this train running. I finish and CB is on his phone. He smiles and says that he is hungry. I tell him to shower so we can eat and go out. He showers and gets ready. He always takes a while to get ready but it is always worth it because the end results looks nice. I decide to take him to Silom Complex so he has choices in restaurants in the basement level. At a Friday night the place is busy with people unwinding from the weekend. Mostly Thais(?) and not a lot of farang around eating. We go from one restaurant to the next, checking out their menus to see if we want to eat there. All of a sudden I get a Line call on my phone. I answer it and I hear a familiar boyish voice. “Hello?” It is Xboy Guy. I answer it with CB right behind me. This is the first time I heard from Xboy Guy since he told me his farang took him back and could not see me anymore. He hasn’t texted since after profusely apologizing about not being able to see me again. Familiar feelings come back and I nervously answer back. Hello, how are you? “I good, how you?” I’m OK, I eat now. “OK…” What you want? “You OK now? You have boy?” Yes, he with me. What you want? “OK I go now you busy.” No, its OK. Tell me what you want. <short pause> “I sorry many many. I know you angry me. I OK you angry me. I want see you soon.” Thank you. I OK no problem. You have farang? “Yes. I need money sorry.” I know. It OK. I hope you happy OK. “I want see you after boy. When you Pattaya?” I was in Pattaya morning. Now no. Now Bangkok. “Oh. OK. I want see you next time. I promise I see you” OK. I will text you. I have to eat now. “OK. Thank you. I love you <my name>. I want see you again.” I don’t want to say I loved him back, even if I wanted to, though I wouldn’t have meant it as much as a week ago. I just stayed silent. I hear the familiar bell sound in the background. He is at a 7-11. He might’ve told his farang he was going to 7-11 to buy something and farang let him. That’s why he could call me. Out of farang's earshot. Perhaps against farang's wishes to not speak to me again. I tell him – Goodbye <his name>. I hope you happy. “Bye <my name>. I love you.” I put down the phone, some tears in my eyes. I tear up not because I miss him (OK a little bit), but because I feel bad that he is not allowed to speak to me freely again, or to see me again, and its obvious he wants to. I didn’t want CB to see I was tearing up. But it would be hard to hide from him what I was feeling at the moment. I try to wipe away my tears, but in retrospect I think it was pretty obvious what was happening to me. CB asks if I was OK. I lied and said I was. I hate being the spoiler. I don’t want to spoil Xboy Guy’s chance to get a good steady income from his farang, even if he is (presumably) unhappy. Sometimes the money is just too good, and these boy's choices are very few. I don’t want to be unfair to his farang. He is paying for a service. Maybe he could give Xboy Guy more freedom, but I can see why he is protective, and probably sees me as a threat. I don’t want to spoil CB’s night by sulking and pining and ruining the mood. And most of all, I don’t want to ruin my vacation just because I got tremendously infatuated with a wonderful, beautiful boy who seems to love me. I compose myself and quickly pick a restaurant that I’ve had great luck in. As we sit down, I realize that this was the same restaurant that Xboy Guy and I had our last dinner alone together at. I shake that memory away and focus on the boy that was here for me and with me. CB knows something is up and is quizzically studying my face. He doesn’t say anything but just looks at me. He wants to say something but things better of it. We order and food comes, and things get back to normal. We have pleasant conversation, laugh, talk about Tong mostly, and talk about what I want for the rest of the night. I tell him I do not want do anything tiring tonight. I just want to take in a show with him and go to bed after that. Its been an action packed day, and I think some quality CB time was needed. CB suggests that he wants to check out Tong’s bar. I guess we are going to Tawan tonight. We finish dinner and we hold hands walking from Silom Complex, crossing the street to Patpong, cut through to Surawong, make a left and find Soi Tantawan. Lots of touts outside and we get ushered in. Lots of customers, but it was not a full house on a low-season Saturday night. We get sat down towards the back stage left. Tong immediately recognizes us and sits down by CB. I ask him if he was OK, he said he had good sleep at his gym and says he is OK. We make more small talk and then Tong asks me if my condo was working for me. I said yes, and I want to buy a condo here if I stay in BKK more for vacation. He said that’s a good idea, and he said CB can stay with me when I am in BKK, and can work in Tawan when I am back home. CB laughs at this and says that he is too skinny for Tawan. I hold up CB ‘s wrists and compare it to Tong’s wrist. We laugh. Tong then says that if CB is interested, he can have captain talk to him now. CB says no, but he will tell Tong if he changes his mind. They exchange Line. Tong says goodbye, telling us he has to go to a customer now. He disappears and we never see him again tonight. It is early July. Last time I was here for a show was late June. The Tawan show starts and immediately it was different. At least it looked different to me, maybe this was a regular thing that I don’t know about. The show starts with a drag show. I’ve never seen any drag shows here at Tawan before. I thought that was the antithesis of what Tawan was all about: hyper masculine muscular men. But here they were, lip-syncing their guts out, and dancing like there was no tomorrow. CB was actually impressed by the singing and dance moves, and made comments throughout the numbers. There was an interlude where there was a hideous drag queen singing to a Chinese love song that didn’t go over so well. A total of 4 drag numbers. I didn’t know where Tawan was going with this. And then the familiar voice recording plays: the introduction of what Tawan was about, and a set of warnings, in English, Thai, Chinese and Japanese, on cameras not being allowed and to have a good time. It ends with the bar’s tagline “If you think of happiness, think Tawan.” I kind of agree with that. The numbers are 80% new. I wonder if it was because it just turned July, and there was a new set of numbers. Do they change the numbers every month? Not likely, since I saw the same June numbers in April. Maybe every quarter? Or this is their low season dance/sex numbers? Anyway, there were a total of 5 numbers featuring one guy solo on stage, with them doing classic beefcake poses, with different flourishes that depended on the personality of the guy and the type of music. I liked these numbers, because it shows Tawan as its best: showcasing the guys and their muscles. Mekhin was one of them, looking a bit tired and sad, but still impressing people with his muscles. There was one guys who was playful and sexy, and added gay flourishes to his beefcake poses. I will want to off this guy next time. There were also a couple of numbers with pairs. These again were different from what I’ve seen in the past. These were more expertly choregraphed, and the guys were hot and game for the dance moves. One number had two guys go through a whole sex act, from foreplay to simulated fucking, to music and choreographed steps. It was super hot. They both looked like they were both into each other, which is a big part of selling it to the audience. I’ve never noticed these guys before, but now, I want to off them. And the last dance number was to “New York, New York” sung by Frank Sinatra. It was three guys in speedos and bowties. And top hats, of course. Choreography was just OK, lots of standing around between moves. Clearly one of the guys has just learned the choreography and sometimes he forgot what came next. CB noticed this and could not stop laughing throughout the number. The show still ends up in a chuck-wow sequence with three guys, and depending on how much tips the guys end up getting, that how many guys get to cum. The first guy always cums, but sometimes the second or third guy doesn’t get to cum due to low tips. Tonight, the third guy doesn’t cum. During the numbers, Tawan boy Phet kept getting my attention, talking to me, massaging my back. While he is super cute and giving me attention, it was only going to be me and CB tonight. When the show ends, I give Phet 100 baht and tell him I am with another boy tonight. He asks me “Tomorrow?” I tell him maybe. He hugs me and kisses my cheek. Not sure if he recognized me, but like I said a few posts ago, Phet was my very first off in Thailand ever. CB and I walk back to the condo slowly, talking about the Tawan numbers. We gave it a B+. We go by 7-11 and get some snackies and waters. CB gets a lot of juice boxes. He loves it. We get back to the condo and enjoy the rest of the night, talking, eating, and living in the moment. Butterfly Status: dormant

He hasn't said anything to me. The two Thais were getting friendly over dinner so I could've made something happen between the two, but it's a lost opportunity. Haha well what details did you want to know.

Day 15: When Stars Collide I am more handsy with Tong than any other boy, when asleep. There is just so much more of him to feel and squeeze. The giant biceps, the broad back, the freakishly large mounds of his ass, strong trunk-like legs, and the very definition of a barrel-chested torso. During my first with him I initially apologized to him for being so handsy. I just can't keep my hands off of him. It was the same last night. Cuddling meant my hands were exploring every part of him. I apologized to him again. But I know customers love doing this to him. I know he doesn’t mind (I am assuming, this makes him money), but I felt like apologizing to him anyway. It's one thing to hire someone to use his body for your satisfication, its another to actually act like you are just using them. Respect is important, and goes a long way to getting ultimately what you want, which is presumably great sex, or at least great service. We wake up at 9 AM and everything feels right in the world. After laying down for a few minutes awake, Tong leaps up to go to the bathroom to brush and shower. I look at my phone and see some messages from Cambodia Boy (CB). I reply “Good Morning” and get a reply pretty quickly. He says he is awake after sleeping early so he doesn’t sleep in and miss getting to BKK with Tong and I. I told him yesterday to be at the condo at 11 AM, whether Tong and I are ready or not. I tell him yes 11 AM still sounds good, and if he has to wait at the lobby I’ll let him know. Tong emerges from the bathroom and asks me if I wanted “sek” first or to work out first. I say sex, of course. He says OK, go shower. Tong is all business sometimes, but considerate of time management. He knows that we are going back to BKK today, have to workout at the gym, but recognizes that sex is also part of why he is here, even if it is morning. I shower and emerge in a towel. The sex had every typical trick from Tong’s arsenal. It was familiar and it was satisfying. With the great sleep I got last night, my orgasm came fast and furious, and it even surprised him. After sex I remind Tong that CB is going with us to BKK today. He acknowledges. He cleans up first, and then I go. When I come out, I see him, still in a towel, trying to work the microwave oven. I help him and turn it on to cook for 2 minutes. What was he trying to heat up? That pork thing I barely ate at Sizzler last night. I ordered the pork knuckle: a deep fried giant thing with the skin still on. It tasted heavenly but you really can’t eat a lot of it before you think you’re going to die of a heart attack if you eat any more. But this morning, hungry, pre-workout, it actually was a good idea. Tong enhanced the experience by cutting it up himself with the cutlery available in the condo (Advantage: Condo), and serving both of us equal portions of that giant pork knuckle. It was yummy, it was needed, and Tong grinning the whole time we were eating made it even better. It’s almost 11 AM by the time we finish eating. I message CB asking him where he was. He said he was just getting ready to take the Baht Bus from Jomtien to Central Pattaya Rd and the condo. OK, I say, Tong and I are going to the gym so call me if you are at the condo lobby. We get to the fitness room and it was empty. Tong gets on the treadmill and I get on the elliptical. Here is the pretty view at the 44th floor gym: 20 minutes later I get a Line call. It’s CB and he says he’s at the lobby. I tell Tong where I am going. I towel down and get to the lobby. CB is looking nice in his long sleeved shirt that I bought him, with a big duffel bag. I tell him we are at the gym but told him he can stay in the room. I take him to the room and go back to the gym. I get back and tell Tong that CB is waiting in the room. Tong then says that his wallet is in there and was concerned about it with CB there. I do not think about it and tell him I will get it for him. He appreciates it and tells me where it was. I go back down to the room. I see CB in his earphones listening to music. I tell him I forgot something. I go to the bedroom and find Tong’s wallet. I give CB a kiss and tell him hopefully we won’t be long. CB tells he is OK and don’t rush. I get back to the gym and hand Tong his wallet. Tong says thanks with a smile. He finishes cardio and we do some chest exercises. Using a machine first and then some weights. I get great tips from him on proper form, weight and reps. He definitely knows what he is doing, obviously, and I appreciate this bonus value to this off. We continue with some arm workouts and cool off with some more cardio. We get to the room and make introductions. The Tawan star and the Jomtien Complex star meet and very shy to each other at first. Tong showers for the third time today and I go to CB to tell him we are eating lunch after this. I do my best in packing and straightening up the place because I am checking out of the condo today. I do not need to meet the owner to turn over the keys; he tells me that I just need to drop off the keys at the mailbox at the lobby. Tong finishes and then I shower quickly. I pack up the bathroom and finish packing. CB takes the garment bag with my suit. The American, Thai and Khmer leave the condo and get in the car. I head over the mailbox and drop off the keys, and then send the owner a text saying thanks for the hospitality. I ask Tong where he wanted to eat, he immediately says Royal Garden Plaza Mall. This guy really loves that mall. I don’t mind. We head over Beach Rd and get to the mall and park in the basement. Tong points up and says “We eat many food?” and I get exactly where he wanted to go. Foodwave is in the top floor of the mall and it was the first meal I had when I first tried Pattaya a few years ago. I was checking in the Marriott that time and they did not have my room ready yet at 1 PM. I was hungry that time and it was my first taste of that type of restaurant. Lots of food choices: Thai, Japanese, Chinese, Russian, Italian, American etc, all in one food place. A little bit pricey and it is easy to get carried away with ordering a ton of food, but it’s a good place to try as many good kinds of foods in one roof. I tell the boys to not be shy and get what that they wanted. We order our food in the various food kiosks, and get receipts for what we ordered. Apart, we take about 15 minutes looking for what we wanted and then congregate in one of the couch and table setups they had. It will take them about 15 minutes or so to prepare the food and get served to us. Tong asks me what kind of drinks we would like, I tell him to get all of us ice coffees, CB nods that it’s fine. He gets up and goes to the drinks station and put in the order. Tong immediately sets into gear and asks for all of our receipts. He counts all the food items and asks us what they were. He borrows my smartphone and uses the calculator to add up the cost of all the items so I am aware of the total. The food slowly come in and Tong checks which ones have arrived in the receipts, and checks up on us to see if it was what we ordered. There were one or two items that haven’t come yet and Tong gets up and asks about the items from the wait staff. When all the food items were there, he hand me the receipts and we start to eat. We get a variety of roast duck, Thai omelettes, beef and chicken, some fries. Eating was also interesting. I start talking and slowly Tong and CB join in and pretty soon we are all having a pleasant discussion. Also, Tong distributes his food order to the two of us so we have a taste of what he is eating. CB does the same, puts his fries in the center and gives us a portion of his chicken. I join in, give them some of my omelette and duck. Sharing is caring. Lots of caring in our table. I ask the boys if they wanted to do something before heading over to BKK. Tong said that he wanted to buy some food at a local grocery store between Pattaya and Bangkok. CB said he wanted to check out the animals display that he saw at the ground floor of this mall. Tong wanted to check that out as well so we finish up and I pay for everything. 1730 baht for all the food we ordered. $49 for a great meal and good times seem cheap to me. We are all full and satisfied. In good spirits, we head down to the ground floor and check out the animals display. It is early afternoon Friday at the Royal Garden Plaza Mall and there were a good number of people at the checking things out. There were some vendors with a number of exotic animals with them. About 10 vendors with a variety of snakes, birds, small mammals and some frogs and small reptiles. For a small donation you can even handle and touch some of the animals and take pictures with them. It’s a hit for the kids, and it’s an even bigger hit with Tong, CB and myself. We go vendor to vendor, looking at what kind of animals they had, and Tong asks a few questions in Thai about them to the people there. He tells me and CB in English any interesting tidbit he gets from the vendors. He puts in 20 baht in some of the donation boxes. CB obsesses on some squirrels and takes pictures. A (hopefully anonymous) photo of the two stars, having fun (I wish you could see their faces of glee): They see the python display and they just had to take pictures with the python wrapped around their torsos. I gamefully take photos for both of them. Maybe you have seen their facebooks with these photos. I did not have the courage to do it myself but glad they were able to get these photos. We were like a family almost, spending a day in the mall after eating a family meal. A sexy family. Though we do not look related at all. I guess its more like good friends hanging out. It’s a fitting end to my/our Pattaya trip. This Pattaya trip has been different from the other trips I’ve had to this little city. Like previous trips, there was a lot of sex, some drinking, and lots of late nights. But unlike those trips, this one was enhanced by the efforts of these two boys. We get on Tong’s car and get on Second Rd, and I was almost tempted to tell them that we are going to stay one more day. Instead, we all settle in our seats and drive our way to Bangkok. To be continued...

Oh no you definitely weren't harsh! And I admire your concern for a super drunk boy. It definitely was a concern for me. I can't imagine how many times these boys get fucked up in a week. In high season probably every single night, if I were to guess.

Day 14.5: The Thai Boy and the Thai Man So I am in Tong’s arms. He likes sleeping on his back, with my head on his chest, with his left arm around my neck, touching my left shoulder. We fall asleep this way, his ample size engulfing my own. Nothing like a late afternoon siesta after sex to get you ready for the night. I set the alarm for 7 PM in case Thai Boy (TBoy), the vomitous 19-year-old from from last night, Lines me to tell me he is at the condo. Alarm comes and I wake up. I let Tong sleep. I put on underwear and go to the living room area and look at my phone. I message TBoy on Line to check up on him. He replies in 5 minutes saying he is on the Baht Bus now. OK good that’s not too bad. I play around with my phone for a while and then I get a Line from Cambodia Boy: He’s a sweet guy. TBoy might have told him he was going to the condo. He might have wanted to come but that’s just too many boys. I assure him that he will come with me to BKK tomorrow. Right now I need to focus on the boys that I do have. Soon I get a Line message from TBoy saying he is at the lobby. I put on clothes and head down to the lobby. I see him sitting at one of the couches and he stands up when he sees me. He looks nice today. Dressed in a blue jacket and white shirt, with trendy skinny jeans and boots. And tall (I did say he was tall right?). He’s probably one of the skinniest guys I’ve offed in Thailand, but I did love what I saw last night, even with the vomit and all that. I ask him if he was OK and hope he wasn’t too hungover. He said he had “bad”, pointing to his head, this morning but now feels better. I explain to him that Tong is here for the night, but I wanted to keep my promise and want to meet him as well. I tell him a little bit about Tong (he is also Thai, about Tawan, tell him Tong is big – gesturing with my arms to show Tong has big muscles). His English is about the same level as Tong. We get to the condo and before going in any further I shout out “Tong? TBoy is with me.” Tong says “OK!” Tong is sitting up on the bed looking at his phone, with the covers covering him up to his chest. I make introductions, they speak in Thai for a bit. I tell them I’m getting ready for dinner. I wash my face, brush my teeth and fix my hair. Tong wraps a towel around his waist (modest for strangers?) goes to the bathroom next to do more or less the same. I make small talk with TBoy. He seems to be in great sprits tonight. Smiling and laughing and all that. Tong emerges and puts on some clothes. I ask Tong if we are going to drive to dinner. He says yes, no problem. And off we go to the parking level. Tong gets to his SUV and starts it. We wait for him to pull out of his parking spot a little bit. I get in the passenger's side and TBoy gets in the back. As Tong pulls out of the condo complex, I ask him what he wanted to eat. He says maybe we can go back to the Royal Garden Plaza Mall and eat at Sizzler. I think to myself, that is an odd choice, but sure, why not. I tell TBoy that we are going to Sizzler and he says “OK.” I would never choose to eat at a Sizzler when I am in the U.S., so I am not an expert if the Thai version is the same as the American version. Not sure why I have avoided it all this time, but sitting down at the restaurant and looking at the menu I think, this is not too bad. I guess the concept is you have to choose a main dish, usually a steak, chicken or some pork thing, and then you have access to the salad bar, which had the usual salad items and some soup, and some dessert items as well. I ask Tong if he has been here before and he says yes when he was last in Pattaya about 3 or 4 years ago for a contest. I ask TBoy and he says it is his first time. The menu is in Thai and English, but the giant pictures of the food pretty much show you what your selections are. I get a pig thing, Tong gets a steak thing, and TBoy gets a fish thing. After ordering food and drinks we make our way to the salad bar. I explain to TBoy how this works and he follows my lead. We have pleasant conversation over dinner. I am outnumbered by the Thais but they were courteous enough to speak in English. They are both from Isaan and they explain to me the relative distances of their home villages were from each other. They tell me how poor their families are and what crops their families farm (mostly rice and some vegetables, chickens and cattle etc). I ask why choose Bangkok for Tong, Pattaya for TBoy. They said the same thing, they knew someone there in the business and decided to try their luck. I find the similarities in their stories interesting, and somewhat sad. How many more similar stories do countless of other Thai boys have? But the similarities end there though. Tong and TBoy are as different to each other as anyone else in the restaurant. Tong is straight, dark-skinned, giant muscles, and shorter (my height). TBoy is gay, lighter-skinned, Pattaya skinny and tall for a Thai guy (around 5’10 or 1.78 meters). I marvel at how diverse my taste in men is. But they are not so different in temperament. They are both laid-back, talkative, and sweet. They look at me in the eye when they speak to me. They are both funny and laugh easily. And they are not stingy with giving me smiles, they embody the “Land of Smiles” moniker that the country has (not sure the Thai people really use this moniker to describe their country, or its just some contrived thing some farang thought up, someone tell me). We are about to finish dinner and TBoy goes to the bathroom. I take this chance to tell Tong how tonight is going to go down. I tell Tong that I want to have fun with TBoy by myself, and ask him if this was OK. He says this was fine. I tell him he can do whatever he wants with the time, I only need an hour. He thinks about it and TBoy comes back and sits down. Tong says he wanted to do cardio today and wanted to see if he can use the condo gym to do it. I tell him I am not sure what the hours are for the gym tonight but he is more than welcome to use it. He tells me that’s what he wanted to do when we go back. He does tell me he doesn’t have any gym clothes with him. I tell him, hey, we are in a mall, so we can find him some clothes. My pork thing is huge and I only eat a quarter of it. Tong and TBoy finish their plates, and have room for dessert as well. I am done and wonder where their appetites come from. Tong mentions to waiter to put my uneaten pork thing in a doggy bag. Maybe they will be hungry later? I pay up, it all costs 1700 baht. Not bad for a big meal for three. I remember buying some good sports gear in the 2nd floor sports store. Tong says he only needs a sleeveless shirt for the gym. As he looks for a shirt, I tell TBoy if he sees something he likes I can probably buy it for him. He likes this idea and starts looking as well. As I peruse the merchandise, Tong comes back to me says that he is not seeing any XLs or XXLs that are nice. He gets help from a salesgirl. He talks to her in Thai and she takes him to a side of the store that had more sizes. He finds two XLs that look drab and gray. I find a blue one that looks nice. I give it to him and he says it is a Large. I tell him to try it on anyway. He goes to the fitting room to change and asks me to be close by to get my opinion. He goes into the fitting room and 20 seconds later opens the door. He tells me to come in and he is wearing the size Large blue one. It fits him but it looks like its been painted on him. It hugs his body and shows every curve, nipple and muscle fiber in his body. He says it is no good, I tell him, it looks good to me! He laughs and he says, it is ok for you but not for me. He goes back in and changes to one of the gray ones. It fits him elsewhere well but the chest is a little tight. I ask him if he likes it, he says yes but wishes the chest wasn’t tight. He asks the saleslady for an XXL (Ek-Ek-El). Tong tries it on and this is acceptable. I take it from him to pay for it. 500 baht. TBoy goes up to me with a pair of gym shorts he found. 600 baht. I find this reasonable and pay up with my Visa. Tong and TBoy are nearby, whispering in Thai, maybe talking about me and my intentions for both of them tonight, and maybe even how I am as a customer. It’s 10:30 PM. We make our way down to parking and head on back to the condo. I hold Tong’s left hand while he is driving. We get to the room and Tong asks if he should go to the gym now. I say sure but I tell him to check the fitness room hours first because I don’t think it is open late. He says to not worry about it. I give him a copy of the key card to the condo and tell him to come back anytime. He said he was going to call me if he was coming back. He is very considerate. TBoy goes to the bathroom and starts the shower. Tong then disrobes down to his briefs to change to gym clothes. I think about asking Tong to stay when I see his magnificent brown body but I decide against it. Tong smiles at me and I ask for a hug and he gives it to me. He puts on his new shirt, and some shorts and gym shoes. He leaves and I wait for TBoy to finish. It takes him a while to finish (shower, toothbrush, some more showering, gargling, some more water), but eventually he comes out wrapped in a towel and smelling wonderful. His skinny, lighter skinned body is a sharp contrast to that of Tong’s, but right now, I’ve forgotten about Tong because TBoy is looking mighty sexy. I shower quickly but thoroughly. I remember how much I liked TBoy last night, making out with him and being close to him, before the vomit. That seems like something that happened long ago. I come out and see TBoy drinking a water in the living room he got from the fridge. He smiles at me. I go to him and peel off his towel, sit him down on the couch and start putting his cock in my mouth. I do this for a while, helping TBoy relax. I do this for a while. I scoop him up in my arms and carry him to the bedroom (he’s heavier than I thought but I make it). He starts laughing and giggling. I toss him down on the bed and I join him for kisses. Kiss, lick, suck, rim. He is fun loving and playful. He takes time sucking me and knows how to do it. I ask him if I can fuck him now. He says yes and I point to the condom and lube. He takes a condom and hands it to me. I unwrap, put it on my cock. He puts lube on it and his ass. I tell him to sit on it. He does and it slides in easily. He bounces up and down, making some moaning noises, smiling the whole time. I adjust, take my right hand to his back and lay him down while I am still inside him. He is tremendously flexible and takes me like a champ. I kiss him the rest of the time while thrusting, taking advantage of how bendy he is. Soon, I shoot, completely spent, and lay there for a while with his legs up in the air still. I pull out and laugh. I ask if he can cum as well. He obliges and starts chuck-wowing. It takes him a while but I try to encourage him with an exploratory lick here, a suck to his nipple there. I like seeing this exertion, and I appreciate the effort. He shoots explosively. Cum is everywhere. It gets in his hair and face. He laughs and shocked that he gets some on his face. I tell him it’s on his hair too. He lets out a big WOW and laughs some more. I let him shower. It takes him a while again but he has lube up his ass and cum all over so it’s understandable. I wipe down my cock and any stray cum on me. When he’s done I shower quickly. I come out and he is still naked and on his phone. I give him a kiss. I ask him if he is OK and he says yes. I tell him I will text Tong to let him know we are ready for him. He says it is OK and asks me if he needed to stay tonight. I tell him no it will just be me and Tong tonight. He says OK in a neutral voice, no hint of disappointment or joy. I was just looking to enjoy Tong the rest of my time with him before going back to BKK tomorrow. I text Tong and he replies quickly and says he is on his way back to the condo. TBoy and I puts on clothes and start small talk. He says he hopes more customers come because it’s been slow the last few weeks. He says it was great when he was starting and there were a lot of customers over Songkran, but now, at early July, Jomtien doesn’t have a lot of customers, and online hasn’t been as busy. I ask him where he gets his most customers from, online or the bar, he says “Same-same”. I give him 1700 baht for his time and effort, he Wais in thanks. I give him a kiss. Tong arrives and he is very sweaty. I ask him if he went to the gym, he says no and just walked around for cardio. He says tomorrow morning he wants to go to the gym and suggests we go together to work out. I tell him that’s an excellent idea. He and TBoy say some words in Thai and then Tong goes to the bathroom to shower. TBoy says he will go now and I accompany him to the lobby. I tell him I appreciated the second chance and hopefully I can see him in future trips. I mean this. It seems that there is much more to this kid, and I want know more. Back at the condo, I settle down and Tong comes out in a Superman t-shirt and lounge shorts. I have photos but don’t want to show them here. I make myself comfortable as well. It is past 12 midnight and we spend the rest of the night just cuddling and talking. There is a time for a night of partying and frolic, and there is a time for quiet and calm.

I did want the boy to stay with us, but CB talked to TBoy and made sure he was OK to go. Also TBoy really wanted to leave.

Thanks guys! And I appreciate the criticism input . I agree the the subject of what appropriate tip to give is fairly subjective and depends on the guy/boy/circumstance. I fully share what I give because I feel it is germane to the report. I've based my tip amounts on past reports and advice, so I appreciate if some of you can let me know if I am doing something wrong. I like to err on the side of generous, so if give a lower than acceptable tip to a boy for most of you I need to know. Thanks for the mostly positive feedback so far!

Day 14: Tale of Two Malls Interesting footnotes to last night’s craziness. When Cambodia Boy (CB) and I were done with sex last night I looked at my phone and saw one missed call, from Khmer Kid (the kid I picked on while drinking), and a series of messages from another boy I had the drinks with. I am guessing maybe TBoy told them about the non-off (presumably all the boys are living in the condos above the bar) and they thought to contact me to perhaps be the third. Not sure if this was the case, but a coincidence nevertheless. I wake up at 9 AM, my head pounding with a horrible hangover. Its been a while since I’ve drank this much, and I am paying for it now. I get up and pee some of the alcohol away. I drink TWO small bottles of water, and take two Tylenol PMs to help with getting more sleep and the headache. Fast forward to 12 PM. I feel better, the headache is gone, and CB is up and playing with his phone. I say good morning, he takes his phone away and cuddles with me. I like these parts. Then I suddenly remember what is happening today. I ask CB if he was hungover. He said he was perfectly fine, and said he is used to drinking a lot. I suggested breakfast/lunch soon. We both shower and get ready to eat. I notice that I have used all eight full sized towels that the condo had, so I put them all in the washer and washed them before we go. Lots of boy remnants and cum in those towels. We took the Baht Bus to Central Festival Mall. We get to basement level and get a variety of food to refuel from the busy night before. We were both really hungry. I appreciate how attentive and considerate CB has been so far. I think I am not ready to say goodbye to him just yet. With Tong, Tawan star, arriving today, I have got to figure out how. I tell CB what is happening next. I tell him Tong is arriving today. Instead of us crowding in my condo, I tell him to take the night off tonight while I deal with Tong. I tell him to go with me to BKK tomorrow, with Tong driving both of us. CB will be spending my last three nights in BKK. Since I promised DTG I would see him before I leave, I have to figure how to do that as well. So many boys, so little time. CB thanks me for wanting him for more days. I ask him if he wanted me to pay his tip now for the days I’ve had him. He says no need and I can give him his money in the end. During our meal, I get a call from Tong, telling me he is about to leave Bangkok and wanted to make sure we were still on. I tell him we are and just let me know if he was close. CB and I finish eating, and then he accompanies me back to the condo. We take the bus back to the condo and swing by the 7-11 to get more waters and snacks. CB helps me with the merchandise and up to the condo. He takes his things and tells me to Line him anytime today if I needed him, kisses me and leaves for the day. I dry the towels. I look at my phone and see some messages from DTG, Boy from Tawan, and TBoy from last night. I answer DTG with some cutesy emojis, ignore Boy, and say hi back to TBoy. I feel kind of bad for what happened last night. The combo of alcohol, CB’s weird aversion to TBoy, and the vomiting episode, just made for a bad situation. So I am a man of my word, and when TBoy responded to my Line I told him I will see him tonight. He asked what time, I told him possibly dinner or after. I told him I had another boy coming but can see him for sure. That other boy was Tong, of course. TBoy says OK and assures me a good time. I like redemption. Tong calls me and tells me he is about 30 minutes to Pattaya. I confirm with him that we are meeting at the Central Mall. I hurriedly clean up the place. Condom wrappers, snack wrappers, empty bottles of water, dirty clothes everywhere. Ive only been here two nights here and it looks like I trashed the place. I straighten up the linens and put in some clothes to wash in the washer. I decide to walk from the condo to Central Mall. It wasn’t too hot today to walk. I get there and no call from Tong so far. I window shop in the meantime with no intention of buying anything. Apart from buying the suits and shirts, this is not a shopping kind of trip. After 15 minutes, Tong calls, telling me that he just parked in the basement. I ask him where he was; he says he was just outside of the mall. I ask which side? He didn’t know, so he asks someone closeby and then responds to me “Second Rd”. I rush to Second Rd and do not see any sign of him. The Central Mall grounds by Second Rd was alive with people milling about, and some drinking in the makeshift bar in front of the mall. It would not be not hard to spot Tong, he is a giant muscular man. But no sign of him. I call him again, he says he is outside just waiting. I ask him are you at Central Mall? He says yes. I ask what stores did he see that were close to him? He takes some time to answer, probably looking for guidance from someone. He then responds “Sorry. No Central. I no sure.” After another pause he then says “I Loyun”. I ask “Loyun??” I have no idea where that fucking is. “Do you know Loyun?” I say no. I get frustrated. He pauses some more and then gets back on the phone and tells me to go find a mocy taxi and tell them to take me to “Loyun”. OK fine. I go to the mocy taxi row by Second Rd and talk to one of the cute mocy guy just standing there. I tell him just the one word “Loyun?” The driver then says “Loyun Garden Plaza?” Ahhhh, the "Royal" Garden Plaza Mall. This all made fucking sense now. I say yes, mocy says “60 baht?”, putting up 6 fingers. I agree, and did not want Tong to wait any longer. The driver gets on his mocy, I sit behind him, grab the bottom of the seat with my two hands, and hang on for dear life. The mocy taxi cuts through the mall to get to Beach Rd, and the driver barrels through Beach Rd. Speeding, dodging, weaving. I thought I was gonna die. The driver starts slowing down in front of the Royal Garden Mall, I tell driver “Second Rd?” He understood and goes through the courtyard where the Aya hotel is, and then hangs a left on Second Rd. The driver stops in front of the mall, I get him his 60 baht, and I run to the mall. I hate those fucking mocys. I go in the mall and I immediately see Tong in front of The GAP. He sees me and immediately walks toward me to meet me. He smiles sheepishly and gives me a big bear hug. He apologizes profusely for the confusion. He says the Royal Garden Plaza mall was the only mall he knew in Pattaya. He says he was here for a contest 3 or 4 years ago so he was familiar with this mall. I say it was OK and I am just glad he made it. I ask him what he wanted to do. He said it was too early for dinner, and he asked if I wanted to relax in the condo while we wait. He wanted to relax after the drive. I said for sure. I ask where was parking. He points to the Beach Rd side of the mall. We walk in that direction. We make small talk. He keeps a firm hand on the small of my back to guide me to our destination. We find the elevator. At basement parking he finds his big SUV (Sports Utility Vehicle). It’s a pretty impressive vehicle for a money boy. I wonder how he can afford such vehicle. Probably a rich benefactor? I don’t ask. I took pictures of his SUV but out of respect for Tong I will not post them here. Instead, to give you an idea of what kind of vehicle he drives, here is an image search: https://www.google.com/search?q=Thai+SUV&espv=2&biw=1279&bih=657&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiinY_xk_vNAhUW1mMKHdlWClgQ_AUIBigB#tbm=isch&q=Thailand+SUV I did comment on how I like his car and tell him what kind of car I owned back in America. He tells me he likes owning this car but it is a big cost to him. In retrospect, he tells me, he should’ve probably bought a condo in BKK. He says property appreciates in the value in Thailand, while cars depreciates in value (doing arrows thumbs up and down while he explains). I tell him at least you can go to nice road trips with this SUV. He says he usually uses it to go to Isaan. We leave basement parking and pay up at the guard shack for the parking. Tong says it is 10 baht but he pays with change in his console. We get on Second Rd and the traffic is not as bad. Pretty soon we are at the condo. We gets to the condo guard shack and I hand him the condo key card and he scans it at the sensor. It opens up the barrier and I am secretly glad it worked. I tell him where the building is and he hangs a left to the sign where it says parking. He finds a pretty good parking spot and starts to back in. He tells me to get out so I can get out of the car comfortably instead of squeezing out of it in the spot. He parks the car expertly. He takes his overnight duffel bag from the back and uses his car key fob to lock his car. We wait for the elevator. I look at him and he flashes me this big hopeful smile. I am going to have fun with this guy. We get to the room and he says he likes this condo building. He says it’s “Big and cute”. I ask if he wanted a tour. He says sure! So we get in and I orient him on the features of the room. He looks out of the window and admires the excellent view of Pattaya. I tell him, if you like views, you’ve seen nothing yet. I take him to the 44th floor and take him to the pool with the view. He is impressed with the view and takes some pictures with his phone. He then tells me if we could go into the pool to soak up for a little bit. I always wanted to do that sometime this trip so what better way to do than with Tong. We go back to the room and he starts disrobing to take a quick shower. In his briefs I see his amazing body and it reminds me of why I agreed to this meeting in the first place. He sees I was staring and tells me “Sorry I no gym today so no good,” as he points to his chest and biceps. He’s crazy. It’s a magnificently worked out body. Even not worked out it is still very very impressive. His naturally dark brown skin only accentuates the giant muscles. He smiles and then goes into the shower. When he finishes I do the same. Coming out of the shower I see a Line from TBoy. He is asking what time should we meet later. I ask Tong what time we can have dinner. He says maybe 7 or 8 will be good. I ask Tong if a boy can join us for dinner and company later. He says of course, no problem. So I tell TBoy to be at the condo around 7. I don’t know how this will all work out yet but I have an idea how its gonna play out. In the meantime we both wear our swim shorts and tank tops and make our way back to the 44th floor. Tong is bursting out of his tank top. He might as well be shirtless. I take two towels with us. We get there and we see one party of four Asians, three guys and a girl, also in the pool and taking selfies. We take off our singlets and toss them on one of the lounge chairs. We take a dip and the pool is a pleasant temperature. Tong is fairly impressed with the view and stares into the expanse of Pattaya. He dips and soaks for a while. I do some short laps (not really a pool for that though). I ask Tong if he gets to take a dip in pools once in a while. He says yes on occasion. He said last time he was in Pattaya he soaked in Jomtien beach with some buddies and a girl. Tong is a very sweet guy. His soft voice betrays his muscular, bull-ish profile. He smiles a lot, and when he talks he looks at you intently and makes sure you understand what he is saying. His English is passable, with some struggle, but can communicate effectively. After about 45 minutes we have had enough relaxing and leave the pool area. We dry off and make sure we are not dripping wet (there is a 2000? Baht fee if you are dripping wet in the elevator). We get back to the room and we both take off our wet swimsuits and wear our towels around our waists. I take mine and his wet ones and go out to the terrace and hang them to dry. He then asks me if I wanted to “relax.” I said sure!!! So he gets into the bathroom and starts showering. I shower next. It starts the same as the last time, with a massage. He does it without any oil or cream. He uses his ample weight to make the massage effective. He makes sure I can get a feel of his body while he does it. Some comments about how Tong has sex with his customers (or at least with me, your mileage may vary always, and goes without saying). For a straight and impossibly muscular guy, he kisses very passionately. It’s probably the best part I like about being with him. I get to be up close to him, feel his massive shoulders, chest, back and abs, and his way of extracting an erection out of me. He never sucks without a condom, but the feeling when he sucks is like there is no condom. He sucks very well, and does it longer than even other gay gogo boys out there. And his hand jobs to make me cum are very expertly done. He knows what buttons to push for sure. Its almost very “paint by numbers” how he does it, but he gets his result everytime: he gives me an explosive orgasm. That and the visuals are great, and feeling his massive body is greater, so no wonder the cumming part is very easy to get to. So I did cum, and it was awesome. And just like last time, we cuddle after sex. I toss the condom away and just lay with him. We sleep while we wait for dinner. To be continued

Boy, I opened a can of worms here. I guess being too personal in my report is a double edged sword: I get appreciation for the amount of detail and immersion my ramblings have, but unfortunately I open myself up to criticism with my bad decisions. No worries: Good to know! Thanks for the additional info. I'll make sure to check these out. I've hung out at the downstairs Hot Male bar with friends, but did not notice any boys I can have over to talk to. Maybe i wasn't looking hard enough. Still, the Jomtien street spectacle is hard to replicate IMHO. I do sure wish there was more of a guide for these Thai host bars. Maybe there is one already. If anyone knows of one please let me know. 1. I agree, I avoided crowding in Pattaya, but not so when I get back to BKK. More on that in future installments. 2. Yes, this cultural thing to save face is still something I struggle with. Most of the time I don't get in trouble, but CB did have a problem with it but did not cause a scene. He will continue to have problems with my behavior in future installments, but this is more due to our complicated relationship, rather than just a "saving face" problem. 3. It is my fault that he was drunk, so yes I should've gave him the full tip anyway. But be patient! I did promise him I would see him the next day, and I do, please read future installments. I always keep my promises. Even if made when drunk. I've had some drunk sex episodes when i was younger. Not fun mostly, and some vomit was involved definitely. We were all stinking drunk yes, so yes judgement is circumspect at this point. As the adult in the room I should've assessed the situation better. It was fun, sure, but it was also my first time. No more second bottles next time. Again, as above, I will see TBoy again and get redemption for the drunk episode. I said I cut some details in my experience in the interest of length of the post. Some details cut: 1. I made sure I knew asked what the basic ground rules were in the bar and I asked CB about this. 2. CB said if I bought a bottle the boys will sit with me. I told CB to tell the boys that if there are customers interested in them they should go to them. I was only interested in him and KHot, later TBoy, so they were the only ones obligated to sit with me. I didn't pick the ones who sat with me, they all just sat down. Maybe CB's doing I don't know. 3. It was a slow (Wednesday) night. Some bars did not have any customers at all from what I saw. I confirmed this with the owner of the bar when I commented on this fact. His bar had some, and the boys in my party would leave once in a while to tend to them, including the party of four farangs in the next table who only had beers, but would go back when they were done. Not every boy was on our table the whole time, except for CB, KHot for a while before he left, and KKid who wanted me. TBoy was a late entry, he came in towards the end of the first bottle. Not sure where he was before, but he stayed till we left for the condo. So it was really only KKid who I needed to give more than 100, but I gave 100 to everyone and possibly was unfair only to KKid. 4. Again, to spoil the next day's report, I meet with TBoy again for redemption. A promise is a promise. I've been accused of being too generous with my tips before, glad I am a cheapskate this time .

This makes want to visit Japan ASAP. I thought it was needed thus I expanded on a little bit. That makes sense, but does this host bar model exist in Jomtien because it is profitable to exist by itself, or because gogo bar zoning is not allowed here and they do not have a choice? If they could would it be more profitable for them to have gogo bars here? Or is the host bar model good enough?

Thank you for the kind words. I've never been to NAB. Before my June trips, I've gotten photos from Xboy Guy and CB when they have customers take them there, and have been wanting to go ever since. Didn't get a chance this trip because just got to busy but will be eager to go next time I am there. I didn't realize NAB was so close to Centric Sea (looked at it on Google Maps). If I have known during my trip I would've gone at least once. Thanks for the tip. Last April, which was a non-offing trip, I went with the BF and our friends to Fake Club, DJ Station and G.O.D. all in BKK almost every night. Of course we all went to all three nights of the GCircuit Songkran party. I went to DJ station twice with Myanmar boy as well. So I do like rounding out my night with a visit to those places but on off-heavy trips I seem to have a hard time doing that. Maybe the sex gets in the way.

Day 13.9: Too much of a good thing may be a bad thing So lets wrap things up. My goal of having fun in Jomtien is met. The street is interesting, the bars nice, the boys hot, and the going is laid-back and a good time. My second goal of getting a third for Cambodia Boy (CB) and myself hit a slight snag, with my first choice (Khmer Hot Guy – KHot) running off with an old flame, but I’ve found a more than suitable alternative. During all this drinking I ask CB if the boys are drinking too much to even be functional in bed later that night. CB says that the boys are all pros and can hold their liquor. Their jobs are to drink with customers and getting the customers to buy more drinks for them. The more drinks the more money the bar gets. And possibly the drunker the customer gets, the more vulnerable he is to suggestion, and perhaps an off is more likely. I guess that is the business model. Not good for the boy’s livers for sure, but I guess one has to make a living. So I get cute and young Thai Boy (TBoy) to be our third. He has shown interest in me, and he is a really sexy and cute young guy, so really was a slam dunk to take him home. He is a 19-year-old Thai guy who has only been at Jomtien about 4 months. He has the classic Pattaya boy look, skinny, pretty, and sweet as hell. As we leave the Soi, CB takes my hand, and TBoy puts his right hand on my shoulder. I felt like a stud walking the Soi, with my boys in tow. We pass by the bar where KHot is hanging out with his former flame. Oddly enough former flame looks at CB and sticks a tongue out. Maybe some history there, maybe KHot told him about me being interested in him. Doesn’t matter, I’m getting laid tonight. There’s enough boys to go around. We get to the street and flag down a Baht bus. We get an empty one. I sit first and TBoy gets in and sits beside me. Oddly CB sits on the other side of the bus. I try to be sweet with TBoy. CB is looking at the distance. I feel odd about this. I go to his side and ask what is wrong. He says everything is fine. He says I am the customer and I need to be happy. What an odd thing to say. I hold his hand and try to kiss him. He kisses me back tepidly. Something is wrong. I hold CB’s hand the whole way back to the condo. We get off the bus and pay the driver 30 baht, or 10 baht each. The driver does not accept and talks to CB and TBoy in Thai. After a few more words CB gives the driver 60 baht. The bus drives off. TBoy tells me we got a “bad driver” because it is usually just 10 baht from Jomtien to Central Pattaya Rd. I’ve read that sometimes it is 20 baht for long distances. It doesn’t matter, I won’t worry about 84 U.S. cents. As we make our back to the room CB remains silent. What is he thinking? TBoy notices it too and looks at me funny. We get to the room and I tell TBoy to shower. While he showers I sit down CB and ask what’s wrong. CB finally tells me and says that he doesn’t want to join me and TBoy. He says TBoy is his friend and he doesn’t want to have sex with his friend. I tell him I am your friend too and he says again, quite bluntly this time, that no, I am his customer. I’m not offended by this, he has definitely said worse things to me before. I know him enough to know that he is acting out because he is bothered by something. I feel bad and hope that he is OK. CB says he will stay in the living room while me and TBoy do the deed. He takes his earphones and plants himself on the couch. I kiss him and say thank you to him, and tell him it won’t take us long. I tell him I’ll be his before he knows it. I take a water bottle from the refrigerator to help with sobering up. I go in the bedroom and I close the door. TBoy comes out, looking slightly perplexed. I tell him it’s just us tonight. He nods and asks if CB is OK. I tell him he is fine. I go to the bathroom and clean up. I was tipsy from all the alcohol before, but with the shower I sober up and focus on the task at hand. I get out of the bathroom and see TBoy laying down still in a towel, rubbing his head. Naked, I lay beside him and peel off his towel. He looks at me funny. I begin kissing him. He kisses me tentatively. After a few tries he opens up and kisses me deeply and passionately. Lots of body contact, my hands busy exploring his lean and smooth body. I stop kissing and start dry humping him. It’s at this point he tells me that he needs to go to the bathroom. Uh-oh. TBoy gets in the bathroom and closes the door, and pretty soon I hear him throwing up. Too much of a good thing may be a bad thing. I am actually not frustrated about the situation and just hope TBoy is OK. The sounds of puking stop, and then I hear the sink faucet open, and then unwrapping of a toothbrush (brought over extra toothbrushes collected from Crowne Plaza, Advatage: Hotel). Brushing of teeth and then TBoy emerges from the bathroom. I hand him the bottled water to help. He downs the whole bottle. He sits down on the bed. I ask if he was OK, he said he just had too much to drink, but will be fine. He tries to smile but is clearly concerned about his condition. He apologizes profusely. He lays back down and I lay with him. I kiss his cheek and I get a whiff of a very faint smell of vomit. Not sexy! But sex is not a concern for me anymore. Just wanted to see if he was ok. TBoy tells me he usually doesn’t have a problem with drinking a lot, but maybe it was just too much tonight. Not to self: one bottle is good for social lubrication, two bottles not as good if you want something to happen later that night. Newbie mistake, but I had a ton of fun with the boys, so it wasn’t a loss at all. I put some underwear on and go out to the living room to talk to CB. CB is obsessed with a video in his phone, oblivious to what was happening. I get his attention and tell him what was happening. He smiles at me, and then goes into the bedroom to talk to TBoy. I sit on the couch and wait. CB emerges and says that he asked TBoy to go back home. I ask CB if it is better if TBoy stays here. He says that he should probably try to get better in him room. I go into the bedroom and TBoy has gone to the bathroom to vomit some more. I ask CB how much I should tip TBoy. CB says it’s really up to me. I assess the situation: what would you pay a boy who didn’t perform, but you may have a hand in his non-performance? If 100 baht is a participation tip and 1500 baht is a good short time off tip, maybe the average between the two will suffice? That would be 800 baht. I count my money and see I only have some 20s left and a 500 baht note, with a lot of 1000s in the room safe. I count the 20s and it adds up to 160 baht. I guess 660 baht will have to do. TBoy emerges, with some tears in his eyes, and apologizes to me profusely. I tell him everything is OK, and I hope he is fine. CB tells me he will shower and TBoy and I can talk about what happened and then I can escort him out of the condo. CB disappears in the bathroom. TBoy and I put on clothes and we leave the room. I tell him I hope he gets better and I hand him the 660 baht. We exchange Line and tell him that this is not a lot of money, but if you want to make it up to me tomorrow, Line me and maybe we can try this again. He thanks me for the money and says he hopes he can see me tomorrow. I walk him to Second Rd and wish him good luck. I wait for the elevator to get back to the room. I message TBoy’s Line: I hope the boy will be OK. There are no sick days with these boys. If I get sick at my work, I am afforded a certain number of sick days where I still get paid for the time off. If the boys get sick it means they don’t earn any money. Jomtien boys drink a lot in the course of their employment. I wonder how they do it. I come back to the room and see that CB is not in the living room. I go to the bedroom and see CB laying on the bed, naked, stroking his cock, looking at porn on his phone. I ask him if I can join him, he puts his phone away and says “I wait you baby”. I tear off my clothes and partake. Was he trying to make up for the Thai disappointment? It doesn’t matter I guess, because CB immediately kisses me passionately to start things off. His mouth tastes of whiskey, and mine probably tastes the same. The passion, the effort, and the intensity is all familiar, and is what I needed at the moment. He expertly takes a condom and puts it on my cock. He is begging to be fucked. I oblige, put it in, and begin my thrusts with a force both fueled by frustration of recent events, and alcohol that is still coursing through my veins. It doesn’t take me long and I cum while still inside him. I pull out and lay beside him. He sits up and takes off the condom and throws it on the floor. And then, the unprecedented happens. He puts his face in my groin and sucks my (still) hard cock. He cleans off any remaining exertions I had on my cock. He then swallows my balls whole and licks to my pleasure. He puts his tongue in my ass and starts rimming. He has never done this before. He does this for a while and I moan in pleasure. I close my eyes and enjoy. And then he stops and puts in a lubed finger. This is interesting. He works the finger in till it’s comfortably inside me. He puts the finger in and out, trying to work my hole loose. I think I know what he is trying to do and not sure if it will work out. He works in two fingers and after getting over the initial unease I loosen up. Three fingers was a challenge but he is gentle and patient, sucks me once in a while, licks my balls, and is considerate. And without much fanfare he works his already condom-ed cock and lubes it up and starts putting it in. I try not to think about it, not the past pain I’ve had in bottoming, not the fact that CB is bigger than I would like, and not the fact that I don’t like bottoming. He takes his time, puts it in gently, whispers sweet nothings. Pretty soon he is in and I am fine. He starts his thrusts gently, feeling me out, leans down to kiss me, until he is comfortable with my comfort. Pretty soon he gets in a good rhythm. I start chuck-wowing myself, having stayed hard all this time. This kid is good, because I am liking this. Or maybe it is the alcohol lowering my inhibitions. Alcohol prevented TBoy from having sex, but it has enabled me to enjoy it more. Seeing him thrusting in and out of me, looking pleased and turned on, making little boy noises with every thrust, his handsome face looking at me at times and smirking. All this stimulation gets to my head, and soon I shoot again with stroking my cock and CB’s cock hitting my in the right places. CB pulls out gently and chuck wows. He cums on my balls and cock. Too much of a good thing may be a bad thing. Except if it’s a boy.