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So after 24 hours, and from 14 respondents, the vote is neck and neck: which is kind of surprising, since I thought people would be more upbeat about Bangkok here, regardless of the circumstances. Thank you for the great advice so far. I've had a long conversation with the BF yesterday, and he is still leaning towards not going. I am on the fence, leaning a little towards going, but I would hate that the first time the BF sees Asia is through the fog of COVID-19 complications. One thing has been clear, the virus itself is more or less not the issue here, us being relatively young and healthy, but its the other complications of the pandemic (quarantines and airline cancellations and travel bans and media hysteria, not to mention my parent's worry) that makes it a complicated matter. A number of music festivals and conventions have already been cancelled here in the US, which makes it even more of a bummer. I guess we were lucky that carnaval in Rio was not scaled down last week due to this mess. Offing for me is a solitary activity. I wouldn't dare do this with the BF, or if with "regular" friends with me in Bangkok, which happens once in a while. But, the BF is keen on at least seeing a boy bar and the seediness attached to it (and a girlie bar or two as well). He is Brazilian after all. Ugh this is just one of many things that complicates things. It would be OK if it were just me, seasoned traveler, having seen everything, but not with the BF with his first time in Asia. I'd dare say even if we cancel there will be other chances for sure. Knowing me though, it might be with a different BF lol. Thanks for laying all this out. It's the infinite permutation of complications that makes it almost not worth it. But lol yes getting home quarantined is actually a positive. At work this week, people were paranoid, and one sneeze has everyone look at you weird, and HR has been quick to recommend people to just work from home. I am American yup. The BF is Brazilian. I didn't realize there are countries putting Americans in a quarantine list. I don't blame them. We do not have our shit together yet. The mercy with our airfare is that they are awards booking through United, so if we cancel last-minute, it is only $50 to redeposit the miles we used. The Crowne Plaza Bangkok booking can be cancelled without penalty. The issue is not the Bangkok bookings, the issue is more making other travel plans because he and I have the time off already planned with our respective work. If we cancel BKK, I may just spend that easter week in Brazil (like you!), or maybe somewhere closer like Mexico. Amen to all of this. Dying is not my worry though. We are not gonna die from this. It's the other complications that this confusion has brought that I am worried about.

I was expecting for this to happen, but waking up right now, this news was first in my FB feed. Actually, it was my Brazilian BF who told me the news first, and he is equally bummed: I was set to spend a week in Bangkok for Songkran with the BF, but with this news, I am not sure. There are options to get the tickets I already bought to be refunded, or the money already paid to be applied for next year's parties. I have to think about what to do next. Maybe just agree to not to get refunded and just have tickets for SK2021, since I still want to go for Songkran. The BF has been especially nervous with traveling all the way to Bangkok (from Brazil) during this COVID-19 scare. Last week while I was in Rio de Janeiro with him during carnaval, Brazil reported their first ever case of someone getting COVID-19, and the Brazilian media went crazy with the coverage and scare-mongering. While there is of course cause for major concern, I tried to assure him it was not that bad, and we both can manage this together when traveling. But with this GCIRCUIT cancellation, it might be the last straw for the BF, and the BF is asking me to cancel our plans Bangkok altogether. I mean, we could still salvage the week in Bangkok over Songkran right? So what do you guys think? How does it feel nowadays in Bangkok? At tourist sites, boy bars and shopping malls? Should I cancel my plans for Songkran? Will Songkran be scaled back or cancelled, and maybe the BF's first taste of Bangkok should be postponed to a time when everything is back to normal?

Knowing you the way I do, @floridarob, this is just a typical Saturday night for you lol

Your mileage may vary is all I can say. Everyone’s level of cost to benefit ratio with travel is different. I’m probably more of a thrill-seeker relative to the average poster here, so probably most of my ideas of a vacation maybe too risky for a lot. I see Bangkok like going to Disneyland: fun, safe, but somewhat repetitive. I see Brazilian cities like a trip to Yosemite National Park in California: you can just go to the park and take the easy hikes like any tourist, but the full Yosemite experience is the day hike at Half Dome: it takes planning, at time dangerous, but boy oh boy, the views at the top are like nothing you've ever experienced. And I'm pretty sure more people go to Disneyland than to the top of Half Dome. I've done both. I have fun in both. Which one do I remember more? You probably know the answer. I can certainly understand the concerns about Brazil. And for the longest time I was scared off as well, with Brazil not even in the top 10 of the countries I wanted to visit, because of what I read online and the news about crime and how dangerous it is. But I obviously made the leap, with my first time at a Brazilian sauna chronicled in BoyToy. But before I came, I did my research, and I sifted through the overblown hysteria about how dangerous it is, and found some sane and level-headed travel tips from people who have actually been there and loved it, and kept on coming back. And the funny thing is, the tips were similar to travel tips for any other well-travelled city out there worth visiting. I don’t even think this is a hard and fast rule. My last 3-week trip over the holidays, it was rare that I went home before 2 AM. And I walked the streets of Sao Paulo at 4 AM after a night dancing my ass off at The Week. Also in Salvador, Bahia, the murder capital of Brazil, going home at 3 AM after a night of samba with the bf. And I stayed at the beach over New Year’s till 10 AM, occasionally taking a nap in the sand, with my friends just dancing the night away. But I always was with friends or my BF, I was always aware of what I was doing (more or less), and I just let Brazil, and Brazilians, envelope me with their trademarked joie de vive. This is purely my experience though. I would not recommend early morning strolls in Rio to anyone, unless with a pack of handsome Brazilians. But I guess if you are not walking with a pack of handsome Brazilians, you are probably doing it wrong lol. After 17 trips in 2 years, and spending almost 27% (97 days out of 365) of 2019 enjoying its beaches and culture and men (lol), it is now my favorite place on earth. Thailand of course will always hold a dear place in my heart. But last few trips to the Land of Smiles became a little bit like “wash, rinse, repeat”. More same same. The all-too-familiar routine going to boy bars has worn on me somewhat. I’m sure I’ll get bored of Brazil at some point, but right now it is giving me enough variety, and thrills, and of course, danger, to make it interesting. In Thailand, I get mistaken for a local all the time, unless I say something. In Brazil, I never get mistaken for a local, which has its own perks. Like I've told you @anddy, the Brazilian BF and I are planning to go for Songkran, so sorry to miss you. Taking a piece of Brazil with me to Bangkok will be interesting for sure. The BF is kind of concerned about the coronavirus in Asia though, so let's see. I've done this in Brazil too. I've wandered Paulista Avenue in Sao Paulo, and the streets of Ipanema in Rio after the gay club visit, and all was fine. Can't have said it better myself lol. LOL I'll be the @anddy of Brazil!

Postscript: The Naked Truth Too bad my trip to BKK last week (by way of a work trip to Japan and China) was cancelled. It was my choice really: two days before my departure, my boss asked if I really wanted to go to Asia with all these “rumors” about the coronavirus. Out of an abundance of caution I cancelled my trip, breaking the heart (wallet?) of a certain Moonlight model who I promised a 2-day long time stay with me. No matter, I quickly regrouped and booked a 5-day quickie to Sao Paulo, Brazil. Glad the virus has not reached the far shores of Latin America just yet. Too bad too, I was going to write about the stay, to append to this report. No problem, I had an update in mind anyway. I wanted to compare the costs of the 3-day trip I had in Bangkok, to the 3-day trip in Sao Paulo. Specifically, how much would a quick 3-day sex vacation compare with these two cities? So for my sake as well as others who have asked to summarize my cash outlay for my trips, this post is a summary of how much money I spent (threw away?) in these cities. Just a caveat: as you all already know, I pack in a lot in so little a time, so how I do my sex vacations may differ from you. And I am a fan of 3-somes, 4-somes etc, so that may skew my costs a little bit. Also, non-gogo bar costs are not included, so Soi 4 beer bars and the Hot Male bar and The Week Sao Paulo was not included. So let the accounting begin: Bangkok – 3 nights and 3 days Day 1: Arrival at Bangkok; two bars – Moonlight and Freshboys; 4 boys – 1 threesome Boys: Masseur (2000 baht), Moonlight (2000 baht), Freshboys 3some (4000 baht) = 8000 baht Bars: Moonlight drinks for boy and mamasan (1500 baht), Freshboys drinks for boys and mamasans (1750 baht) = 3250 baht Day 1 Total: 11,250 baht Day 2: First full day at Bangkok; three bars – Lucky Boy, Hot Male, Hot Male bar; 2 boys – 1 free Boys: Kiwi (free), Hot Male (2000 baht) Bars: Hot Male (400 baht) Day 2 Total: 2400 baht Day 3: Last full day at Bangkok; three bars – Jupiter, Dream Boy, Lucky Boy; 4 boys – 1 threesome, 1 freelancer Boys: Sunlight (3500 baht), Moonlight (6000 baht), Lucky Boy (4000 baht) = 13500 baht Bars: Moonlight off fee (1000 baht), Jupiter (500 baht), Dream Boy (450 baht), Lucky Boy (1600 baht) = 3550 baht Day 3 total: 17,050 baht Total for Bangkok = 30,700 baht In US dollars, Bangkok total = $1002 With 10 boys, this comes out to $100 per boy. Sao Paulo – 3 days and 3 nights These were not consecutive 3 days, because it was actually 3 separate days sprinkled in a 23 day stay over Christmas and the New Year. I have a bf in Brazil, so it was hard to get these 3 days alone, so I made them count. I had an advantage because I am good friends with a porn star in Sao Paulo, and he has access to some pay boys to play around with. I took full advantage of this to have 3somes in my hotel room, in addition to the pay saunas I went to. The saunas are the equivalent of the gogo bar in Bangkok, but in a less passive atmosphere than in gogo bars. Some people don’t like the interactivity of a sauna. I have gotten used to it and actually prefer it now. Day 1: actual arrival of my trip; one sauna – Espaco Lagoa; 5 boys – 1 3some, 1 4some Boys: 3some in my hotel room with a 22 and 24 year old, both hung and fit (200 reais per boy), 4some in the sauna (200 reais for two versatile hung boys - 24 and 26 years old) and 250 reais for a star, hung, muscular and 24 years old), porn star wanted 100 reals extra so he had an extra session in hotel room after the sauna = 1150 reais Bars: one sauna: Espaco Lagoa; refreshments for me, condoms and lube, entrance, room = 172.50 reais (receipt shown) Day 1 total = 1322.50 reais or $316 Day 2: actually Day 14 of my trip; one sauna – Espaco Lagoa; 3 boys – 1 freelancer Boys: two hour session with a versatile, hung, big assed 25 year old (300 reais), one hour session with a 26 year old sex champion (150 reais), overnight with a 30 year old hot freelancer from Grindr (200 reais) = 650 reais Bars: one sauna: Espaco Lagoa, refreshments for me, condoms and lube, entrance, 3 hours rent of a room suite in a sauna = 273 reais (receipt shown) Day 2 total = 923 reais or $221 Day 3: next day or Day 15 of my trip; one sauna – Espaco Lagoa; 3 boys – 1 3some Boys: 3some with porn star and his older brother (this not as rare in Brazil) (200 reais per boy), 1 hour and a half session with a sauna star (250 reais per boy) = 650 reais Bar: one sauna: Espaco Lagoa, 205.50 reais (receipt shown) Day 3 total = 855.5 reais or $205 In US dollars, Sao Paulo total = $742 With 11 boys, this comes out to $67 per boy. I am not going to comment on how much hotter the sex is in one location or the other, or the quality of boys, etc. That would be a separate post. But it is interesting how my sex vacations shake out in the end. I never plan these things. I never plan on securing 3somes or freelancers, fucking a family or a Moonlighter, but its just happens. In the final analysis, though Brazil seems to be cheaper in the end, the most important thing about this is that it is good to have options, and in a world full of options, I am glad Bangkok and Sao Paulo (and Rio de Janeiro and Pattaya) can exist in the same world. I need to book my next trips soon…

LOL. I feel so special that I figure into your priorities. But never give up a good time to hang out with boys in the chance to catch up with me. Thanks! Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't the name of this Viet boy Trung, not Tronc? Or maybe its a different boy we are talking about, but this Trung also is prone for a cuddle at Red Dragon. The resident cuddler. Anyways his Line name says Trung as well. Doesn't matter I guess. In Brazil, if this happens, it means the boy will bottom as a consolation. Still yes, it is still fun even if the dick is soft. Great report so far!

I just wanted to wish everyone a great and Merry Christmas! I am Day 5 in a 3 week trip here in Brazil. Sharing a photo of the historic lighthouse in Farol da Barra in the city of Salvador in the northeast of Brazil. Escaped the (mild) winter of California and now in 28 degree (82 Fahrenheit) start of summer here in Brazil. Have fun guys!

This is amazing. I use a wallet in Bangkok but never store my money there. I usually store my 100s and lower in one pocket, and the 1000 and 500 in another. The Luckyboys mamasans are very smart and usually have a flashlight to shine on your money when paying up. Hotmale I think had this too. But the new bills are prettier than the old ones I think, Hehe. I know it is not a cul de sac, but I never use Rama 4 to enter (or exit), and just make a U-turn, like in a cul de sac, when I hit Classic Boys/Scorpion bar. Which shows you how good my offs were, except for Moonligh off, if Hot Male boy was the worst BFE. I really thought he didn't like me, and like the Pepe le Pew cat, wanted to get out of my room as soon as possible. The sex was amazing though. Isn't it amazing? I love that the Lucky Boys thread is gaining some steam too. This is a great distillation of Pattaya vs Bangkok. Bangkok, the big city, is more fast paced and temporal. Pattaya, the town by the sea, is slower, and more conducive to introspection. Its good to have a choice.

High praise indeed! Thanks! I definitely ate more LOL, as I think I gained some poundage from all the delicious street food and hot pot. Argh I don't want to think I set a standard for the trip reports here. Just post it in your style because trip reports remain the bread and butter of this site. I am abandoning United because of this as well, and probably Star Alliance in general. As I post this I am waiting for my flight to Sao Paulo on United, and this segment will extend my 1K to next year. Since I also renewed my Executive Platinum on American Airline from my series of Cathay Pacific legs to BAngkok and Manila from California, I think I'll stick with AA from now on. I prefer Cathay Pacific anyway when going to Asia, and AA ot LATAM to South America. Maybe I'll dip my toe with Delta. Aeromexico sucks but has the flights I need to Mexico. And yes, the United Club lounges suck in general. I am in the United Polaris Lounge here in IAH though, and they are a marked improvement. Leaps and bounds. Looking forward to more!

You are one of the lucky ones who gets to live 2 hours from either Bangkok or Rio. If I ever lived close like that to either one I’d find myself there every weekend. I live in California, so either country would be a slog for me. Bangkok is more or less an 18 to 21 hour flight for me, depending on the connecting city and the length of connection. Since there are no direct flight to Bangkok from anywhere in the USA, I am at a disadvantage here. With Brazil, it is a much more tolerable 15 hour average for me, or 12 hours if I am flying direct from Los Angeles. When connecting, it usually breaks up the journey into two equal-ish segments, as the connecting cities are either in Miami, Houston, or even Panama or Bogota. For me, Brazil might have the advantage of length of journey, but it also does with time zones. The time difference is just 4-5 hours ahead of California, so jet lag is not an issue here. Thailand, on the other hand, is a brutal 14 or so hour time difference, and it does take days for me to get the ground firmly under me. No matter the time I get to Brazil, I am always ready for whatever comes. With Bangkok, my ideal time of arrival is in the morning, so I have the rest of the day to sleep off the trip and be ready for the night. Since you are closer to Bangkok, I imagine you have to survive both the long journey and the time difference to Brazil, which may feel daunting. But let me just say that it is ever so worth it, once you see what is in store for you. The country is beautiful, the culture is vibrant and alive, and the boys, oh my lord, the boys. Anything else would pale in comparison once you get your feet wet (and your heart fairly in love) with the country. This what I found in Bangkok as well, plus I do time my trips there with work trips, so Bangkok is always worth my time, even if most of it is just sitting in a plane. Which brings me to answer your other question: is it worth it for you? Of course. To me the distance helps a lot with getting the anonymity I need to let my hair down and do things I don’t normally do at home (and get away with things I can’t normally at home). I suggest try it once, maybe carve at least a 10 day trip that’ll give you a taste of Rio and its environs (and its three boy saunas), or maybe a side trip to Sao Paulo as well to know its saunas and culture. The length of time will get you accustomed to the time, and since most of your activities will be nocturnal anyway, adjustment shouldn’t be a problem. Please tell us how you get on!

*created by voices belonging to people who never actually offed them* is another way of saying that some people advice other people to not go to Brazil because they think it is too dangerous for them, without actually going to see for themselves or at least try. I am not sure if the expense warranted it with all the fuss about my Moonlight star, but I think all my curiosity about how an off from the Moonlight model stead would fare, has made it worth the 7000 baht total that I paid for it. Not to mention that I still get Line messages from him once in a while. I will off him again, maybe at a long time capacity. Maybe that time I will be truly fleeced out of my hard-earned cash, or he might turn out to be a great long-time companion, who knows. One never really knows until one tries for oneself. Anything else is just useless piece of advice. Also, I want to try another Moonlight model. Something to look forward to in my next trip. Ah yes, Tong of Tawan, one of the few boys I've offed that I have revealed the name of. The saga is described here. An excerpt: Is he still working in Tawan? Maybe I should try to dig up his Line number from my contacts... Thanks @Wynter11. Yes I have written about my South American trips. They are in GayGuide's sister site, BoyToy.com. Here are three samples: Bogota First time in Rio Sao Paulo and the South @vinapu and @Boy69, and anyone else who'd like to opine, since you know me already, would you still recommend me to go visit Pattaya? Enough of stuff there for me to get what I like? More replies later...

Hope you're feeling better!! Now that I have basically wrapped up my trip report, it is now your turn to carry us through the holidays. Since you were there roughly the same time I was, you must have seen the same things I did, so curious about your take on things.

@emiel1981, it has been a year, but me and my friends usually go to Cutey and Beauty, the salon in Thaniya Plaza third floor. https://www.cuteyandbeauty.com A trip down memory lane for me:

Last Word: The more change na, the more same same This trip to Bangkok has given me so much to think about, and so much more to look forward to. I was expecting a lot, since the demise of Soi Twilight, and the change of venue to "straight-land", so I was surprised on how unchanged everything seemed to be, but how seemingly changed it also is at the same time. There are things that are just gone forever, but at the same time replaced with something else. I could not put my finger on it just yet, but it is just a different Bangkok that I discovered this trip. Some musings: The Cost This is just true for the bars and boys I’ve visited this trip: I was surprised on how standardized the pricing for short time and long time is. Almost all the bars and boys and mamasans who talked about it quoted me standard pricing: 2000 baht for short time, and 3000 baht for long time. Except for the Moonlight models of course. I guess this makes things fairly simple for newcomers and experts alike, standard pricing makes it fair for everyone. I can understand the likes of Mekhin will fetch a little bit more, but I guess this takes away the element of negotiating that is inherent in Asian venues, especially the markets like Chatuchak. What would cheap charlies do now? The Money I completely forgot about this when I arrived in Bangkok for this trip, but after getting money from the ATM for the first time since June 2018, I was reminded that the current King is a relatively new one, judging from the new face staring back at me when I counted the money coming out of the ATM. I understand that these new banknotes were first introduced in April 2018, but this was first time seeing the new banknotes with Rama X on it. I’ve always thought that having different colors to signify different values in the money is smart. Compare that to the drab green and black that is present in all of the US dollar banknotes, making them indistinguishable from one another, especially for a newcomer or tourist paying up in dark venues like bars. Thai money reminds me of Brazil’s banknotes, which came in similar hues as Thailand’s. The Bars There is no denying it: I kinda miss Soi Twilight. I kind of liked how special it was, having a specific Soi devoted to the gays. It was almost like a protective enclave, where one is free to express oneself in the confines of a cul-de-sac. I guess now Soi 4 can claim this mantel, a generally gay-exclusive Soi, although obviously it has not reached Soi Twilight heights just yet. I guess it shouldn’t matter, as a lot of people escape to Bangkok to let their hair down, and trying to be oneself in Patpong shouldn’t be more challenging than it was in Twilight, but still, the sense of camaraderie one felt in Twilight is the sensation that I miss. It is gone forever. Time to move on. But the later hours, closing at 2 AM versus midnight to 1 AM, is a welcome change. I was able to do more and thrive with the extended hours. Before, I would have to lean on Screwboys for my late night follies. Now, Freshboys and Luckyboys, among the others, have given me the late night threesomes that is a marked improvement to the boy nightlife. A very big improvement. The Boys I am glad to note that the boys are still same same. They are still sweet, they are still sexy as hell, and they still remain the centerpiece of my Bangkok trips. I always say this every trip: that I need to do more massage in Bangkok, but the only one I got was mind-blowingly amazing. Unfortunately, the sex in general is still as uneven as before, as there is still danger of offing the non-performers. I have been lucky in the past but I was unlucky to have picked one this trip. It never seems to be a problem in Latin America. But this was a minor blemish in my otherwise excellent trip. And thankfully, Bangkok still remains a popular playground for young gay Asian tourists from all over the region, and I am glad I was able to sample from this lot as well. Boys don’t always have to be procured from a stage or a massage table. I’m glad that this has not changed. And now, my Trip awards: Best off: My Moonlight model. Not the best sex I had this trip. This is reserved for Sunlight. But I went into the off with very low expectations, and he exceeded them and much much more. And this is why he rose to the top to be my best off of the trip. We are still Lining each other once in a while. I will see him in the future, no doubt. Worst off: My Moonlight off. Really really bad. He might have been gorgeous, but what a dud in bed. It’s funny that both my best and worst offs are from the same bar. Goes to show you that even in the same bar, you get a wide variety of performances in bed. Best bar: Luckyboys. To me the most complete boy bar in Bangkok. Great ambience, comfortable and optimal seating, amazing and entertaining show, very helpful mamasans, and has the most boys in terms of number and variety. Highly recommended! Worst bar: Jupiter. Only because I’ve had great memories of it in the past, and it disappointed me this trip. I hope next trip will be better. Best boy onstage: Nut of Moonlight. Best body, stage presence, and performance onstage. Worst boy onstage: Mehkin of Jupiter. Went around onstage like a drunk sailor. When he found the whiskey, he was never to be seen onstage again. Best mamasan: Moonlight – failed me with dud off, but redeemed himself with fixing me up with the right Moonlight model. And after, on Line, following up with me about the off. Worst mamasan: Dreamboy mamasan. It was unnecessary to hold my hand the whole time I was there. I will hold a boy’s hand, not a mamasan. Best boyfriend experience: Cambodia of Luckyboys. He made a good impression of Burboy, cradling me from orgasm to the airport. I miss him already. Worst boyfriend experience: Hot Male off. He forgot to ask for my Line and I had to run after him to get his Line. Maybe he didn’t want to see me anymore. Oh well. Biggest regret: Two things: coffee with Old Friend on the second day, and a long time with Hot Male off on the third day. Both didn't happen because I didn’t have enough time for both boys. I just didn’t have enough time for the things I wanted, really. 3 nights in Bangkok is not enough. Brazil or Thailand? Sadly, it is still Brazil for me, if I had to choose only one. But Thailand has given me something to think about this trip. The good thing is I’ve already bought my ticket for my next trip to Bangkok. I won’t say when I’ll go just yet, only know that I’ll be leaving in less than a month. I can’t wait.

As with anything, you won't know until you try yourself. Please book one and share your insights here. A lot will be interested, no doubt about that. Are these models just notorious for being non-performers? It's a wonder anyone would off them with this reputation. In all honesty, this reputation made me not want to off them initially. Glad I did anyway. LOL. There, that's your clue. Also, . Cheeky bastard. LOL. Shame for my no-naming-boys policy. +3 Can anyone have a good explanation why Cambodians have the best english proficiency out of everyone else in the Indochinese peninsula? Manila was an interesting trip. I have business there and always find myself there once in a while through the years. Not as exciting as my Bangkok trip but fairly fun-filled nevertheless. Maybe not enough for a full-blown trip report but maybe I should talk about the trip. *only few keep in shape* is indeed a shame. I will check Tawan out next trip for sure. In the past I've had uneven offs from there, but one of the super-hulks from there was one of my favorite offs, as he even was my driver and used his SUV to drive me around Pattaya three years ago, as well as staying with me the whole time. He was my best off from that bar, and does more in bed than most of the other offs I've had from that bar. Indeed, the main captain there goes out of his way to not let you leave empty-handed. I wish he used this energy to recruit new blood, and new hunks, to refresh the Tawan name. We await the new Mekhin, and not in the mould of Babe, more in the Tawan image. We need more variety in the Bangkok boy stead. LOL "readers". Makes me feel like an author of a serial in a newspaper. My reward for writing these reports is reaped years from now, when I re-read the reports with a fond reminiscing of my fun. It it always great to reminded of what I did, and it informs what I want to do in future trips.

Day 4.5: Closing Time At long last, my jet lag is working in my favor. It looks like I won’t be sleeping today, and while I feel a bit sore (due to obvious reasons), I am not tired. I’ve been up since 10 AM and now I am on the last stretch, preparing for my flight at 7:30 AM. Right now, with the company of the boy, everything seems to have finally fallen into place. Because of Brazil, I have quite forgotten why I’ve visited Bangkok all those years, and it only took an overly sweet, overly cute Cambodian to remind me why I should keep coming back in the future. But there was the issue of packing for my flight. I have not been here long, only 3 nights, but between the chaos of the three days and the nonstop activity, I am made a mess of my luggage. This was only 3 days of a 2 and half week trip in the region, so all my other clothes are just strewn about. Luckily, Cambodia said he would help me. He folded clothes and cleaned up the room and my toiletries. He did a very good job helping. Almost a good job. He packed my bottle of lube and put it in a plastic bag, but forgot to screw on the cap tight. So when I unpacked in Manila, my next city, I had an exploded bag of lube on my hands. Luckily the bag mostly protected other things. Not Cambodia’s fault of course. Once we had that straightened out, we had time to lay on the bed and just enjoy a few more moments of intimacy. Cambodia was always smiling, and from the looks of things, relished how close we have become to each other in only a matter of hours. We talked for a bit, about where he lived, about my next trip, and my next trip to Bangkok. I couldn’t tell him when my next time would be here, but I guessed it won’t take me 16 months like last time. This trip has taught me to appreciate Bangkok’s strengths, even with the seemingly superior boy offerings of Brazil. So talking led to kissing. He does kiss like he likes it. And just like that, he was again naked on my bed. He was rock hard, and I stroke it because it begged to be. He returns the favor. Pretty soon I was aroused as well. I was not sure how much I can contribute to having sex right now, having cum four times already now today, but Cambodia seems to be game to give me my money’s worth. He wasn’t able to cum with Myanmar earlier, but now, we were well on our way to try again. He looks at me with his doe eyes and his sweet smile. He kisses me again, and has me lay down while he sits on my groin. The sight of him with his young face, lean body, and hard cock was a sight to behold indeed. He held his cock and mine with his hand and started stroking. I pull him close and put his cock in my mouth, and then slide his ass in my face. Now that tasted amazing. He continued stroking while I ate him. It didn’t take long. As he was about to cum, I put it in my mouth and he came in my mouth. He continues to kiss me, and lays beside me to work on mine, but I tell him that the earlier exertions have made me unable to cum. He asks me if I was sure. I squeeze his ass and thanked him for trying. I look at the time and it was almost 5 AM, and we better get a move on. One last quick shower for both of us and some final look around in the room, and I was ready to leave. Another advantage of having a farewell committee to see me off at the airport: they can help me with my luggage, not that I needed it. A quick checkout, and paying for a three days stay, and my lunch at the Chinese restaurant, and we were all squared away. The check-out guy asks me if I needed a taxi for the airport, and I always say yes. By the time we got to the ground floor, our taxi was there. My usual porter was of course there, handsome as always, and gave me my taxi info for me, and tells me, as always, if there is a problem, use the card as a reference for the problem. I give handsome porter 100 baht, and he accepts gracefully. I bet he will be here again when I am back, whenever that is, and he has always taken cared of me. He is like the mamasan of this place for me, and is worthy of the 100 baht as the others. And he’s definitely way more handsome than the mamasans. The porter takes the bags from Cambodia and loads it up in the trunk. We both get in the back and off we went: Cambodia takes over: after a few words with the driver, the driver turns on the meter and then Cambodian tells me I am on the hook for toll fees, which was fine by me. Cambodia takes my hand and comments on how early it is in the morning it is, and then we proceed to have a lovely conversation about other things. I was almost sorry that I was leaving today. We only met 5 hours ago, but there was a sense that it was quite a good fit, him and I, and if I met him on the first day he would have been with me for the whole stay. It does help that his English was very very good. After a brisk 25 minutes, we get to Suvarnabhumi and since I was taking Thai Airways, it was the very first stop for the taxi. I pay the bill (400 baht, rounding up), and then Cambodia takes my big bag as we make our way to check-in. I move past the check-in “lounges” of first class, and went to the business counters for Thai’s Royal Silk Class. Fairly quick and they accepted my check-in luggage, and they pointed me to immigration. I told them I was going to say goodbye to my friend first so I’ll be back in 20 minutes. Because of the speed of the taxi, I had some time to accompany Cambodia to the Airport Rail Link, so he can get back to Sathorn where he lived. He offered to carry the back pack I was left carrying, since my luggage was already on its way to the plane, but I told him he didn’t have to help me the whole time. We get to the bottom floor where the turnstiles for the train were. I didn’t feel a sense of loss with saying goodbye to Cambodia, as I did previous boys BurBoy and MonBoy, because I didn’t know him for too long and I don’t have a lot of connection with him yet, but I did feel a little bit of wistfulness in me. I wasn’t going to miss my boy Cambodia per se, but I sort of missed my care free days here in Thailand. I sort of longed for those days gone by, making connections and memories and undeniable fun sex (this was the least of all my longings actually). I may just have to come back here soon, to see if I can get those feelings back. At the turnstiles, Cambodia gives me a hug, and promises to keep in touch in Line. I reach into my pocket and produced a pre-counted 1000 baht (and 50 baht for the train) wad of cash for Cambodia. He has earned this in addition to the 2000 I have already gave him. It was like doing a long time with him, and most probably he did all this to expect more money out of money, but right now that hardly mattered. He has earned it, and more, as he has given more than what I gave him, a reminder of what Bangkok meant to me. He gets through the turnstiles and disappear into the halls of the airport. I take the elevator back to the check-in counters and then go back past the Thai Airways business class counters, and then get to the Fast track counters of Thai Airways: And they weren’t kidding with the Fast track. Thai Airways had their own immigration counters, and there were two counters open, and only one other person with me. Fastest exit out of Bangkok ever. I found the Royal Silk Lounge pretty quickly, and I rewarded myself with a nice cup of coffee as I wait for boarding. No sleep still but I feel more invigorated than ever before. Which is a good sign that a trip was a good one. A trip that didn't tire you, and actually made you more invigorated for life. I have Thailand to thank for that. Never a wasted moment. Never one regret. That seems to wrap up my trip to Bangkok. All good things must come to an end. Next, my trip awards, and further musings.

Day 4: Two for the road, and After hours 2: in photos It must be a habit of mine. In Brazil, my usual flights back to the USA are red-eyes. So it has been almost a tradition for me that I spend my last few hours in Sao Paulo or Rio in a boy sauna, leaving my luggage at the sauna front desk and frolicking in the sauna from 6 PM to 9 PM, which is prime boy sauna hours. And the habit of getting two boys as a last off has now been another tradition of mine, by picking one boy at the start, and then having him pick a second boy, based on my specifications. I usually pick a second based on the physicality of the first boy and then picking the opposite. There are days when a muscular hung top would catch my eye, and I’d let him try to get as a second, a boyish leaner and more bottom guy to play with us. Other times I’d have a white and green-eyed swimmer build pick out someone who is more mixed-race and versatile. It’s kind of crazy the variety I can find sometimes in Brazilian saunas. No matter the combination though, I’ve never wondered if the threesomes I choose in Brazil would ever work out. It just works in that country, for some reason. It's probably why I have a lot of it. In Thailand, threesomes are a more complicated matter, it seems. Judging from the feedback here, it seems that there is some trouble getting the right compatibility with the boys. Maybe its cultural, maybe it’s because it’s a bar and in full view of other boys and shyness is a factor, or maybe it’s just not done. I would never ask two Moonlight models for a threesome (and it will be freakin expensive), but for some reason the two I laid eyes on tonight screamed threesome to me. As I take them to Crowne Plaza, it was clear that they had a rapport. A friendly rapport for sure. Let’s hope this is good. At the hotel room Cambodia immediately goes to the bathroom to pee. Myanmar stays behind, and then takes off his shirt and pants. He was back to his Lucky Boys attire. I guess he was more comfortable this way. He looks out the window and stares at that 32nd floor view of the Bangkok skyline. I hug him from behind and he looks back and gives me a kiss on the cheek, and then on the lips. He then faces me, and takes off my shirt and fondles my torso. “You are top or bottom?” he asks, possibly to gauge what was expected night. “Everything,” is my stock answer. He laughs with that million watt smile. He was a pretty one. Handsome sure, but prettier still. He just turned 22, he said. He has lighter skin than most Myanmar boys I know. Everything about him says a boy from Chiang Mai, except for those eyes, big with long lashes. Cambodia emerges from the bathroom still in full dress. They both talk for a minute and Myanmar tells me “I shower first.” It was Cambodia’s turn to be admired, but he is more shy than Myanmar. He kept his clothes on, but immediately hugged me and kissed me and then proceeded to ask me things about my trip. Unsurprisingly his English is much better than most boys I’ve met here (something in the water, or educational system, in Phnom Penh perhaps?). He is also 22, and looks younger. A little bit darker than Myanmar, but no less cute and perhaps even sweeter than Myanmar. We talk until Myanmar emerges from the bathroom, with towel firmly tied to the waist. It's Cambodia's turn to shower. After 2 minutes, Myanmar goes to the bathroom and talks to Cambodia, I am guessing about the off. I hear the water still running when Myanmar emerges and asks me to join them in the bathroom. In the bathroom I am liberated of my shorts and underwear and I see Cambodia drying himself. Myanmar takes me to the shower and then joins me and helps me get clean. Satisfied, Myanmar takes my cock and strokes it until I was hard. Even with three (!) orgasms today it was not hard to stand at attention for this cutie. Myanmar leads me out the shower and see Cambodia, also in a towel sitting at the edge of the tub, waiting for us to be done. All of us, in towels, go to the bedroom. I liberate myself of the towel and lay on the bed. Myanmar speaks a few words to Cambodia, and then Cambodia starts kissing me, and then Myanmar takes my cock and sucks on it. After a while, Myanmar emerges to kiss me as well, and then feeds me his cock. Cambodia goes down and it was his turn to suck my cock. I pull Cambodia up and he takes turns with Myanmar getting attention from my mouth. The things one discovers while in a threesome. In the bar, they both agreed to do everything, and I believed that they would do it. But now, in the threesome, it was clear for me that Myanmar would shine more as a top, and Cambodia would be hotter as a bottom. And that’s what happened. Myanmar was able to top both me and Cambodia, and Cambodia returned the favor to bottom for the both of us. After that, I was able to top Myanmar for a little bit, and that was enough for me to cum, as he was fairly tight. Myanmar came soon after, while deep kissing me and stroking it on Cambodia. Cambodia tried to cum but gave up after a few minutes. Total condoms unpacked: 7. It was around 2:30 by the time we all got showered and fixed up and all condoms and condom wrappers put away. I gave each boy 2000 baht, a pretty great effort and well deserved. I get both their Lines and bid them goodbye. After 2 minutes, I get a thank you Line from Cambodia: I must admit, I was super hungry for food. I haven’t eaten anything in almost 12 hours now, and I’ve met 4 guys since then. I run down and meet Cambodia just outside Crowne Plaza. He flashes me a smile, and thanks me for coming for him. Surprisingly, he takes my hand and we walk along Rama IV to the Surawong Rd direction. He asks me where I wanted to eat. I tell him a sit down restaurant would be nice. Hand in hand still, we make a left on Thaniya and come upon this open air restaurant (really it’s a collection of tables and chairs near a Family Mart) called Thaniya Bar Beer: As we get seats, Cambodia says hi to a lot of the boys already eating there. I see a big party to my right, some boys and mamasans from Lucky Boys. Another party in front of us. I recognize some of the guys in the table. “From Moonlight,” Cambodia says. No models, but some of the familiar mamasans and regular boys were in attendance. I guess this was a popular haunt by the gogo boy bar employees. A nice affable girl gives us menus: Conveniently in Thai and English: Cambodia asks what I liked. I told him to get what he wanted. He jumped at the chance to get the fried duck beaks, as well as some morning glory (very Cambodian-Thai) and other things. I order my usual Thai Omelet and pork things. I was in a good mood. I wanted my last dinner in Thailand to be festive. We order some beers and toast the night. I haven't drank Singha in more than a year! The food was pretty smashing, as expected. The Fried Duck Beaks were quite the treat, especially: Cambodia’s story is fairly typical. From a family of poor farmers just outside of Phnom Penh. Went to Bangkok with help from fellow Cambodian friends to be a waiter. Discovered that he was cute to a lot of people and decided to be a gogo boy to earn way more than waiting tables. He’s still fairly new to the scene, but I must admit that he has this “taking care of customers” part down. The held hands, the kissing, and just the general attentiveness was pretty natural for him. He was curious, as other boys, as to why I look Asian but from the USA. Some just can’t wrap their heads around that. I get this in Latin America too. Don’t get me wrong, the sex I’ve gotten in the trip was pretty good. But it is these moments, connecting with someone who was but a stranger to me 2 hours ago, that really made the trip. Connecting through sex and moments like these. I had these moments more often when I had longer trips, so being able to get it in this condensed trip is, for me, an enormous triumph, considering that I did not have time to have these moments in earnest. I go to Thailand for the sex, but stay for the company. We get the bill (450 baht – is this a lot?) and head back to the Crowne Plaza, still holding hands. He asks if I wanted to do long time tonight. I told him I would want to but finally admitted to him that I was leaving in an hour and half, at 5 AM, to catch a 7:30 AM flight from Suvarnabhumi. He seemed genuinely bummed about this news, but asked if I wanted company to the airport. I was slightly taken aback by the suggestion, but thought, why not? I think the last 10 trips, I always had an escort to the airport. This trip seemed to be no different. At this point it is 3:30 AM. I've had my fair share of late nights and early mornings in Brazil, but I must admit, I've never felt any danger while walking the streets of Bangkok, at least in Silom, as I do approaching a dark alleyway in Rio de Janiero just off of the Lapa district, for example. Next, another one for the road, and final goodbyes…

The photo in the Line conversation that the mamasan sent to me was not from any professional publication. Also, I am guessing that those boys were either already offed, or not in that night, or was there onstage but I didn't like. Either way I know there are bottoms there, just not there that night for me to off. Don't let my little anecdote dissuade you into not going to This bar. Jupiter will forever hold a place in my heart as the bar that produced my greatest off, a handsome, hung, kissing, topping, bottoming, rimming, dating, sensual, sexual, sexy beast of a boy (MonBoy). They do exist. Too bad he is busy farming in Myanmar still. Make your own Bangkok memories™. I knew a gogo bar boy, Thai, very handsome, and a typical gay boy who goes to DJ Station and circuit parties and loves topping and bottoming and deep kisses with men like any other red-blooded gay boy, told me that because he looked more masculine than most of his Dream Boy coworkers, that he usually gets hired by women more than most of his other mates. And he says the sight of vagina makes him barf, but 2000 baht is 2000 baht™. LOL who?

Day 3.6: Bar Crawl Last look back at Soi 4 on my way out. The night is still young: I decided to go back to the safety of the confines of Patpong 2. I was coming from the Silom side, instead of the Surawong side, so inevitably I went by the girlie bars, which was a reminder that we were not alone in the Soi: I got to the Soi at 10:40, plenty of time to take in the show at Dream Boy, but @anddy reminded me yesterday that the show at DreamBoys has become more slapstick more than ever, with even more drag queens screaming, and the shows less sexy. It does seem like the previous DreamBoys I know, so instead of going into the bar now, I decided to hang out with Old Friend at Hot Male beer bar. He is always good company, and after two rum and cokes, and a healthy amount of gossip about the Soi and its inhabitants, I was ready to go in DreamBoys. I am guessing at 11:15 the show would have died down by now. My take on Dream Boy: I get to the bar and lo and behold, my usual mamasan was there. Damn, I’ve had Moonlight, Fresh Boy, Jupiter and now Dream Boy have my usual mamasans spot me from a mile away and immediately guide me to my seat. This is kind of weird. Different Soi and different spot and yet the mamasans and boys remain the same. I get my usual drink and take in the show. Yup, it is still some drag queen slap stick happening on the stage. I thought I was able to avoid all this by arriving late, but lo and behold they are still here. After the usual slapstick was a fuck show. I was expecting a good old Bangkok fuck show but instead I got was another slapstick effort. There was on bottom and 3 “tops” I guess. The bottom was just one of the drag queens, now shirtless and pantsless and in just underwear. Not sexy. A fuck show is supposed to be sexy right? Not this one. The party went around to ask for tips. No tips from me. The saving grace is still the Dream Boy star doing a sexy show. Even though i'ts a sexy dance I've seen before, his star still shines brightly, and with a little bit more muscle mass, he can even outshine most of the models in Moonlight. Very handsome, very charismatic. I often wondered if he can be offed. I scan through the crowd, probably about 85% Asians and 100% men tonight. Lots of solo punters. The seating is better than old Dream Boy, but the stage is worse, because of the big column right smack dab in the middle of the stage, obscuring a lot of the action at times, if the action is not in front of the column. @reader warned me about this, I just didn’t know it was this bad. Its worse when you are closer to the stage, as you have huge blind spots. See for yourself: VID_1575837489214.mp4 After the show, about 50% of the audience left, some with boys in tow. The remaining boys went out to the stage to try to entice the punters. My mamasan was trying to get me to pick certain boys, knowing what I liked, but they weren’t clicking for me. Maybe I was too late, and most of the good boys have been taken by the punters who left. Obviously, this place is still a fairly popular venue. I may have just missed all the good stuff. I will have to just go back here another time to take advantage of the whole bar. So I bid farewell to the mamasan and tell him that I will just have to come back next time. He was disappointed but quickly lightened up with his 100 baht tip. I mean, he held my hand the whole time I was there (strange) and stayed with me and kept me entertained. I leave and got back on the Soi to weigh my options. Old Friend waves from his perch up at Hot Male and asks me “Where your boy?” I go back up the bar and tell him I didn’t off anyone because all the good ones were taken. I decide to stay with him and have another drink and talk to Old Friend for a while. Hot Male bar is really a good spot for people watching. I see a steady stream of customers and boys coming out of Lucky Boy. Maybe I should my luck again at that bar, to see if I can scrounge up a one for the road off. I felt bad for leaving Old Friend behind, especially since he wanted to go to DJ Station. I told him I don’t have a lot of time left, because I needed to leave for the airport at 5 AM, which is 4 and a half hours from now. I literally have that time left this day. And I haven’t packed yet. I go to Lucky Boys and luckily I was seated in the center again, with full view of the stage. They were just starting their late show. Which was like this: VID_1575837911870.mp4 I must say that I am impressed with their show. Even with the drag queens, I think the combination of the large stage, the good acoustics, and the overall quality and effort of the performers, made the whole show widly more entertaining than I expected. @paulsf has likened it to a Las Vegas show, and I can see why. Lots of sequins, good production values, and fairly entertaining waiters and boys made it a great atmosphere. I sat back and enjoyed the show. At the corner of my eyes, I saw a few boys who were still in their underwear. Two stood out. Two twinks, looked young and fair-skinned. One had an arm around another, and they were smiling and laughing at the show onstage. They are not the ones pictured here, but they almost looked like this, they were so cute: I wave at them. The taller one waved back. I point at them. He points at himself. I continue pointing. He points at his friend. I form my fingers into a “V” - both of you please. The other one points at himself, and then both at him and his friend. I give a thumbs up. The two nod and wai to me. They sit next to me, one on both sides. They both take my hand closest to me and hold tight. Best game of charades ever in my life - because I win two boys! One of the mamasans asks if the two were to get drinks. I say yes. I admired both with equal measure. The two really looked like twins from afar, but up close I can see the differences. One had white porcelain skin, very smooth, and very pretty. 21, Myanmar, and fairly bubbly and smiled a lot. The other one, fair but a little bit of darker tone, also very smooth. 22, Cambodian, and a very sweet smile. More reserved than his friend, but was not shy with showing hugs, kisses and affection. So they were obviously friends, but would they want to get on a threesome with me? I ask the Cambodian, who was better in English than Myanmar. They talk it out, in Thai, on opposite ends of me, while still holding both my hands. After a few minutes, Myanmar boy kisses me on the cheek, “OK can.” He says. They both laugh. Myanmar boy takes my rum and gives me a drink. I had both hands occupied; it was thoughtful of Myanmar boy to do that. He does this the whole night. As much as I preferred sight of both in their underwear, as well as getting to feel their bodies next to mine, I tell them to put on clothes so we can continue the off. A couple of wais later, and telling the mamasan that, indeed, I will off two boys, they were off. The excellent show onstage continues, and actually more customers stream in. This bar is getting a lot of traffic. I'm glad. This is good for the bar, and good for the Soi. Maybe this was a good move after all. While I was waiting, I see three more twinks to my right, trying to make googly eyes at me. All looked very yummy. Should I off three more? I entertained the idea for a split second before telling my brain no. I didn’t have much time in Bangkok so I should be sensible. Two is enough. Maybe a 5 boy off would be something I could do down the road. I have to admit that this bar has exceeded my expectations. They boys are yummy, the show is excellent, and the whole bar had a great ambience. Definitely a repeat next time I find myself here. The two boys come back and resume their perch on opposite sides of me. The show ends, I settle my bill (my drink, two boy drinks, two off fees, and a mamasan tip). Next, another threesome, this time with boys who were also friends.

Day 3.3: The Soi 4 Special This was the last stretch. My last night before I disappear for another year. Today, I’ve been going at it for about 10 hours now, so why stop now? I knew I needed to eat since I haven’t eaten anything since the afternoon, but I had a last minute invite by a friend to come over for drinks at Balcony Pub. So after squaring it with the mamasan at Moonlight and giving him the 1000 baht off fee and his own tip (and giving him a thumbs up in regards to Mr. Moonlight), I made my way to Soi 4 for some pre-boy bar drinks. I’ve always like Soi 4. It has that nice German Restaurant G’s with the affable owner. There are a bunch of beer bars that one can wile away the hours ordering drinks and hanging out, and of course, my previously favorite boy bar. The newer bar (to me) Banana bar was an interesting addition. I get to Balcony Bar to meet with my friend and his friends, fellow Americans, and we just shot the shit. I ordered my usual Espresso Martini, my welcome-to-the-night drink that always woke me up and always gave me a reminder of Bangkok Night’s past that indeed, the night has started. From their website, cocktails are 195 baht: After another espresso martini, and sips of the beers my friend, and newfound friends, had, I had to excuse myself. They wanted to have dinner and then swing by DJ Station, and some of the guys in the party were excited to go for the first time. If this was a typical Bangkok trip I would jump at a chance to go with them (and Old Friend from Hot Male beer bar wanted to go too), but this was my last night, and I wanted to check out some of the other gogo bars I had in my list. So I went to the next logical place, on the same Soi – Jupiter 2018. For a period in 2017 and 2018, Jupiter was my favorite gogo boy bar, both in the old place where Moonlight is now, and its new iteration in Soi 4. Some history: And my best ever off in my short 17 trips here was from Jupiter, the old place. MonBoy remains the gold standard in Thailand offs for me, so I’ve always had a soft spot for Jupiter. I get to the premises at 9:45 PM, and 500 baht later, got my usual perch in the center, at the end of the catwalk. Looks like what it was when I last checked this place out last year. I get my drink and check out the boys. They were in more modest wear than in other gogo bars, some of them had tank tops, some of them in pants, some of them in shorts. Some of them were shirtless, and there was a total of two that were both in shorts and were shirtless. One was a regular of Jupiter who I recognized from before, a hot Thai guy who danced really well. VID_1575254467940.mp4 And the other one I also recognized, he is this Vietnamese guy who paulsf referred to me through Line. He was super gorgeous. Very handsome and had a lean muscular body with very smooth and fair Vietnamese skin. He was perfect for me, and if he wanted to, belonged as a model at Moonlight as well, but obviously he was one of the stars in Jupiter. Last year he worked in Screw Boy, I guess now he graduated to Jupiter. My usual mamasan was there. He recognized me instantly, and asked me all sorts of questions about why I have not been back. Always great banter with him. He has helped me with managing Mon Boy before, as well as other really good offs. He immediately refers the Vietnamese hottie for me. I told him no, it was not going to work. Because in the past, I already asked Viet boy about what he did in bed on his Line and this was his reply: Mamasan quickly went to Viet Boy to ask him about his Line messages to me. After a few minutes mamasan went back, and told me that yes, unfortunately, that the boy didn’t kiss, suck, or bottom. I am so over dead fishes, so no matter how gorgeous a guy is, I needed the action, so i'd rather not off them and waste each others' time. The mamasan then told me that “Everyone here is man. Cannot do a lot. But very good looking.” I guess the days of Jupiter having MonBoys, who did everything and brought you to the moon and back, are no more. That was a huge turn off for me. Why was I even in this bar. I tried to look at the boys with a fresh eye, but after Sunlight and Moonlight today, everyone else in the bar looked second fiddle. A sample of the action in Jupiter: VID_1575254708043.mp4 VID_1575254427839.mp4 There was one guy though, a late-comer, who barreled through everyone and joined the others onstage. It was Mekhin, the legendary once-Tawan star, now Jupiter star. Now this just got interesting. I remember this flyer with him as the ideal Tawan guy: Jupiter, and then Moonlight, has usurped Tawan in this muscular guy space, but Mekhin’s legend has resumed in Jupiter. I must admit, the combination of Tawan and Mekhin existing were the primary reasons why I made the leap to visit Bangkok for the gogo bars for the first time in 2014. So Mekhin has always held a good place in my heart. And I am sure everyone has seen his various risqué photoshoots and videos (Japanese). A sample: And from his bodybuilding career: Now maybe I’ve been blinded by the fat 8 plus plus inchers that exist in Brazil, but I’ve never thought Mekhin had that big of a cock, but still, he has the charisma and swagger that made me want to meet him. And he was here now so maybe I’ll have my chance. Mekhin was shirtless, and he was not as cut and lean as he was before. A more recent photo of him from his Facebook: He was standing there, scanning the audience. I tried to catch his attention to no avail. I didn’t want the mamasan to get him for me yet, I wanted to see how he did onstage and to watch him more. I must admit I wasn’t sold yet. While this was happening, a bunch of people came in to see the show. There were a bunch of white guys who sat next to the stage, and 2 chinese women and a guy who sat close to Mekhin. They immediately ordered a bottle of whiskey and some cokes. At this point most of the guys onstage were eyeing the Chinese girls, and Mekhin was intently looking as well. He was circling them and then sat behind them. After a while, he asked for a glass, and then the guy pored him a drink. After a while, he was invited to their party, sitting in the middle of the two Chinese girls. And I guess that was that. I am guessing Mekhin prefers to drink the night away, instead of standing around and hoping for people to notice him. Apart from the Viet guy, Mekhin was the one I wanted in Jupiter. If I was going to hire a dead fish, it should be Mekhin’s caliber. It was 10:30, and the show was about to start. I had to make a decision really quick. Looks like my choices in this bar were either a dead fish or a drunk fish, and the others were uninspiring choices, so why would I stay for the show? I decided to leave, and bid the mamasan goodbye from across the bar. He runs to me and asks me why was I leaving. I told him I did not find anyone to off. He said to come back tomorrow, and he promised there was going to be some boys who would be more my taste. I thanked him for his help and left the premises. That was disappointing. I need to salvage the night. I make my way back to Patpong 2 and try to find more prince charmings to kiss. Next, the dream boys…

Dodging questions edition Hahaha. Well, just like I won't see Hamilton the Musical every day till the end of my life, I cannot off him everyday LOL. As much as I enjoyed his company, like the musical, and raved about it afterwards, there are other musicals, and models, and boys out there. Not to mention $200 is a lot of money. Offing a boy, and getting quoted a certain price, and getting a specific service, depends on a lot of things, for everything to go well. I was really pissed off by my non functioning off MoonBoy and I made it known to the mamasan. I also told the mamasan that I won't bother offing anyone in Moonlight, and this model, if I get the same service. So mamasan made sure the model I took would at least make an effort. Looks like it worked, for the most part. Mamasans are there for a reason. Mamasans in the past have gotten me out of sticky situations as well. Of course you would have to tip them because they also give a service. Though they are not absolutely needed, I feel mamasans are an integral part of my Thailand experience, precisely because the language barrier, although porous, still exists in Thailand. Although some of the boys speak english well, and you can communicate your desires to them before offing, some of them aren't as fluent. This is why I bothered to be fluent in Portuguese. Though not the only reason to speak Portuguese, I feel communicating with Brazilian boys (and Brazilian friends, and strangers etc) in their native language may often lead to way better experiences. For @vinapu, there was one time a boy, who was gorgeous and I liked very much, told me he could not long time with me, I offed him in ST anyway, got to know him, gotten his Line and then worked my way to a long time later in the trip. Sometimes they just could not do it that night, or needed to be comfortable with you, before committing to LT. I'd rather pay 5000 baht for a satisfying off, than 2000 baht for a dead fish. In this circumstance, for me, the 2000 was more pricey than the 5000, because I did not get value for my money in the 2000. And this perspective is greatly appreciated, thanks @reader. #metoo

Day 3: Sunlight and Moonlight There are many ways to skin a cat. There are many ways to buy sex in Bangkok. This trip I’ve made an appointment with a massage boy and I’ve offed boys directly off of the stage of boy bars. Now its time to try a freelancer and a model. Both in the same day. Sunshine There are a bunch of freelancers available in the apps in Bangkok, no surprise. I’ve only used Grindr here, ever. I’ve heard Hornet is a bigger presence here. But I use Grindr to a satisfactory level here that I don’t need to bother with the other apps. Besides, my main beat are the boy bars anyway, so I don’t want to waste my time glued to my phone. The time I opened my Grindr during the trip was minimal, after the initial conversation I had with my Kiwi boy that culminated in a nice time yesterday, but those times that I did open up Grindr, I saw a healthy amount of traffic. Of those who messaged me, I saw about 30% were Money Boys: Some boys who offered their services: I’ve made an appointment to see one freelancer. But he wasn’t always a freelancer. I met this guy before, last year, at the (now defunct?) boy bar G-boy, which I believe was was on the Alleyway between Sois Thaniya and Patpong 2 (Anuman Ratchanon). Looking through my photos, I also had a photo of the pre-gayified Patpong 2, with a new Fresh Boys. Notice no Lucky Boys yet: This former bar boy, lets name him Sunlight, sort of stood out from everyone else when I first saw him at that bar. From a sea of average guys, it was him who shone through, and my visit to G-boy was very short indeed, not even touching my drink, as I offed Sunlight on the spot, paying the drink and off fees and we were out the door. He would further cement his status with me by BEING THE BEST SEX I’VE EVER HAD IN BANGKOK, and would rival any Brazilian in sexual capacity, if not assets in the ass or cock department. He was what I needed at that time, and I’ve been dreaming about him for the long 16 months of exile I’ve endured away from Bangkok. Through these long months I’ve been messaging with him off and on, and have found out that he has enough of a steady customer base to strike it out alone as a freelancer. He said he is very popular with Chinese customers, who sometimes brought him to exotic vacation everywhere. Perhaps it’s due to his demeanor: very unassuming, humble, and affectionate, but definitely for his sexual prowess: hungry, tenacious, and fairly motivated, and his looks: boyish, smooth, hot. I can see how he didn’t need to have to go back to the bars and having to parade oneself night in and night out, hoping for an off. If I lived closer, I’d be seeing him regularly too. So he arrives today at 11 AM, and we targeted to spend the afternoon together. He quoted 3000, which I accepted, since I was anxious to see him. I could have seen HM Boy from last night, but a different flavor was to be had today. He arrives a little bit early, which was refreshing. I went down to the lobby to see him, and I am reminded of how gorgeous he really was. He was a Myanmar boy, but he looks way more exotic, more unique, someone you would find more north in Mandalay and Bagan, which is closer to China and India, than in the more southerly Yangon and Mawlamyine, which is closer to Thailand. I am known to having an affinity with Burmese boys, particularly with BurBoy and MonBoy, but Sunlight looks totally different to those two. He was also trendier, with the requisite stylish k-pop hair, cutoff jeans and branded t shirt, possibly gifted to him by generous benefactors. We had a lovely afternoon together. We made use of the Crowne Plaza’s facilities to the fullest. We used the Crowne Plaza pool and took advantage of the rainless day to enjoy. We had a late lunch at the hotel restaurant Xin Tian Di, and had a lovely hearty meal. We played in the my room’s hottub, which was both joyous and sexy at the same time. We had nice conversations about his life, about mine, as his English was now pretty good, on the California King bed. His boyish voice talking about his village north of Mandalay was delight to hear. It looks like he is doing good for himself, after a seemingly very troublesome (and disturbing) start to his life in Bangkok. The stories are what makes an off. Oh yes, the sex was as good as I remembered it. He kissed me as soon as we got to the room, deep and satisfying, and I wanted to kiss him all the time after that. In sex, and there was plenty of it in the afternoon, he took him time, making sure the time was sensual, and a was very much a mental act as much as it was a physical one. He was adept with giving me the pleasure I desired. He seemed to be enjoying himself, which was harder to fake than the other things. He bottomed like a champion. He topped like he liked it. The 6 hours flew by. In the end I give the boy 3500 baht. I had to stop the off at 5 pm or so because I had an appointment with another boy. I quickly tidied up the room and got rid of all the condoms and tissues, because a hottie was coming. Full Moon When I first heard about the models of Moonlight upon checking it out last year, I thought the off fees were absurd. 5000 baht for a tip and 1000 baht for an off? It seems too much and the hype mght be too much. But since my time away, and after the seeing the Moonlight thread grow and grow, my stance has softened, and I at least wanted to find out what the fuss was all about. At the very least, I wanted to try it, so I’d have a story to tell. So I negotiate with the mamasan I knew at Moonlight: Afterwards I tell the mamasan about the horrible off I had with MoonBoy. He apologized sincerely, and he promised that the model I was going to off did not disappoint. We agree to meet at 6 PM today. I agreed to meet him at the lobby. He was 15 minutes late, but the sight of him strolling up through the lobby doors assuaged all annoyances I had with tardiness. He had on a simple, body hugging white tshirt, and equally slim hugging plain jeans. The simplicity of his attire simply made his hotness and gorgeousness shine through. Moonlight was pretty hot onstage, but here, as he walks to greet me, first a handshake, and then a hug (he smelled amazing), he was even hotter. I’m not gonna say much about his appearance, his mannerisms, where he comes from, or how his voice sounded, because I’d be giving up clues that may reveal who he is. But to anyone who has been to Moonlight may guess who I offed, as some of you already have done. Let’s just say for me, he is the fairest of them all at Moonlight, and probably physically and even his face, he has the best body and best face combination that I’ve ever had in Thailand. He said he just hit them gym before coming here. It is hard to have an amazing body and a handsome to not be arrogant and proud about it. Yes, he was a little bit arrogant. We talk a little bit in the elevator, and then more when we got to the hotel. “Beer?” I asked him. He nodded. I get two from the bar fridge and then settle in on the sofa. He joined me, tentative at first, and then with a few swigs of the beer and some more conversation, he drew closer, and then was cuddling with me at the sofa towards the end. He took of his shirt to reveal a perfect torso. Perfect skin. Riply muscles. It took hard work to get a body like this, and I tell him as much. He lets me in on his fitness regimen, and asks me what mine was. After a second beer, he takes off all his clothes. I sit back and ask him to flex for me a little bit. He obliges. The arrogance came back. He is very proud of his body, and he should be. And the skin was pretty much flawless. That’s pretty much what I am going to say about this body. Anything more would probably identify him. His cock, though not the most impressive I’ve seen, was actually pretty nice looking. Suckable. But I did not suck yet. I turned on the tub to fill it up with water for the second time today. He joins me in the bathroom, and he disrobes me, complementing me on my own body (yeah right). We touch each other till the tub was full. He asks me to go in first, so I do, laying on one side of the tub. He then lays in front of me, giving me easy access to his body. As he relaxed, he leaned on me and put his weight on me and closed his eyes. I took advantage of the situation. I caressed his muscles. I played with his cock and made it hard. He was very easy to touch. The relaxing hot tub water was perfect for this. Perfection begs to be worshipped. I tried my best. After a while he asks me “I fuck you?” Well yes, that would do very nicely. We dry up and head over to the bed. I take a condom and lube with me. We lay in the bed together. Not fucking yet. He goes on with his caresses. Then he kisses me lightly. Not too deep but not closed mouth either. This was good. He placed a hand on my cock and made sure it was hard and stroked it a little bit. We continue caressing each other until he got up and put a condom on him. Lubing up, he asked me to be in all fours. I must admit, he knew how to top. He also did it with me on my back, and the view of him exerting his manhood in me was a sight to behold. This was how he earned his money. This guy was living porn. Every thrust got his veins popping, his muscles flexing. He started jerking me off. Since I came twice already today it took me a while. He finally pulled out and then jerked me off while kissing my nipples. I came. I asked him to put his cock in my mouth. He sat up and started fucking my face. Pretty soon he came in my mouth. That was a little bit better than I expected. I was expecing dead fish like MoonBoy. We shower separately. He asked me if I wanted to go to Moonlight with him to see the show. I told him I would, but only to pay the mamasan the 1000 baht off fee (and 100 baht tip). As we settle back in, he asks me for my Line, and told me I could call on him anytime, and we could skip the Moonlight off fee if I wanted to, as long as we meet in the daytime. I give him 6000 baht, because I can. We hug it out. He obviously wanted repeat business. As we head over to Moonlight, I ponder on how much I spent today. It was only 8:30 PM, and already I am out 9500 baht. Kind of insane if you think about it. But this was Bangkok, on my last night here. Why not go out with a bang? 3 bangs, in fact. Was it worth it? Of course it was. Was one boy better than the other? I’d say no. On paper I’d say that Moonlight was too expensive for the service and hours I get, versus what Sunlight gave, but really, I’d think the two were two very difference experiences, even if they were both boys who I hired to be with me. My analogies: Sunlight was more like a day at Disneyland - I’ve been there before, and I always have fun. I take my time to see the sights, riding some rides, and it is always a wonderful time. Average ticket price: $129 for 8+ hours of fun. Moonlight was more like seeing the musical Hamilton on its earlier run. For the longest time, I’ve been pretty hyped to see it, reading the reviews and seeing the hype in the press. And actually seeing it didn’t disappoint. I knew all the words and sang all the songs, and it was 3 hours of musical theater well spent. I paid $600 for an Orchestra ticket. It was well worth it, trust me. So now, if only there was a boy that exists, having Moonlight’s body with Sunlight’s sexual prowess and attentiveness. That would be the perfect boy! And that is why I go to Brazil. That’s my punchline. Next, 4 bars in one night. And a threesome.

Thank you. Is it the Slut Hall of Fame? then definitely enshrine me into it then LOL. The closing bit at Fresh Boy was fun to do, but I only had courage to do it because (1) I was alone in the bar, (2) all eyes where on me when I sat down so I had to divert the attention elsewhere and (3) I wanted to see who would fully admit to their mates at the bar they did everything instead of just topping. If they knew me at all, they would know I would not pick from the top only side so it will decrease their chances of an off to 0, so they had to pick the other side to be offed. This is an important point. I've gotten some requests from other members to reveal who the boys were, or to give them their Line, or at least telling them their numbers at the bar. I would rather not say (maybe to my actual friends) who they are, because in the past I've had some member ask me for the boy's identity, and then when the boy did not do what I said the boy would do in the trip report, the member showed the boy my trip report as proof that he does do that (maybe to coerece the boy to do it?), and then the member called me a liar afterwards. Always: Your Mileage May Vary. What a boy does to one customer may differ from what he does to you. He might do more, or less, or different. Depending on how he feels that day (diarrhea - no bottoming, too much beer - no topping, etc), or how he feels about you, etc. I'd rather you not compare notes of what the boy did with you versus to me. I might sing at the top of my lungs that a certain boy is amazing, but in a specific set of circumstances, he might be a dud for you, and vice versa. Maybe Moon Boy is not a dud for other customers, just to me. In the end, and this is important: make your own Bangkok memories. Don't recreate mine and expect the same results. I promise, it's worth it, and probably way more fun than mine. Because you did it yourself. I can attest that one of the boys in the photo is smoking hot in person, but looks like shit in this pic. There is no substitute for seeing (and feeling), these boys live and in person. It's like a hurricane came through this street. Very very sad photo. Also, why is it so messy still there? Aren't they doing construction? I must say, thhe events stated in my latest post was the highlight of my trip. Well ok, second highlight. The highlight is still to be posted LOL.

Day 2.6: After Hours: In photos Short post, because its not a sex post lol. I know what you guys like. So my plans for tonight were like last night: go to first show to a gogo bar, off a boy, recover enough to go to a second boy bar, hopefully see a late night show, and then hopefully cap the night off with a boy, or two, or maybe the whole bar. I was ready to call it a night tonight, however, after the exertions with HM Boy, but since I forgot to get HM Boy’s contact. I hurriedly got back out to chase after him, in the direction of Patpong 2. I get to Hot Male beer bar and got to the entrance of the gogo bar and hesitated going in. I saw Old Friend tending to a customer. I asked him if he can get HM Boy in the bar for me, if he was there. Old Friend got concerned, “Everything OK? You have problem with boy?” I laughed. “NO, I only forget to get his Line. Eveything OK na.” I assure him. He moves closer. He asks me again. I assured him it was ok. So he goes in and 30 seconds later, he has HM Boy in tow. His face had a concerned look on him. I had to assure him as well that everything was OK, and I just needed his Line. He laughed and whipped out his phone and gave it to me. I keyed in my Line ID, and then he sends me a “Hello,” and then a cute photo of him. He kisses me in the cheek, and asks me if he needed me for ore. I tell him no, and I will text him tomorrow. I wonder how many customers go back to gogo bars, complaining about their offs? What percentage? So back to the task at hand. I had options tonight. I thought I could go to ScrewBoy and see the late show. Old Friend though, had other ideas. He asked me why I didn’t reply to him earlier when he sent me a message. Last night we talked about having coffee sometime today. I wasn’t exactly free when he messaged to have coffee. But I felt guilty. I wasn’t avoiding him or anything. But I knew he wanted to talk. I’ve never had a client-boy relationship with him because that’s how we started, and it never led to that. He knows I wasn’t going to ask him for an off, and I know he’s not going to accept if I did ask. So when he asks me if he wanted to talk, he did want to. So I decided to stay, at least for a drink. “You sure na?” he asks me. “No boy tonight?” I tell him my order: “Rum coke.” I sit myself down on an area of the bar that didn’t have any customers, but Old Friend invited me to join him with a customer who was having a drinking game with other Hot Male beer bar boys. The drinking game was something about rolling dice and picking who takes a shot. Looked fun: While the game was going on, Old Friend as able to talk to me about what was bothering him. Won’t get into personal details, but I was glad that I skipped Screw boys tonight. It was a welcome break from just wall-to-wall boys this trip. I was still with boys tonight, but it was just a night of drinking and reconnecting. It was also interesting to see the Soi turn from lovely playground to quiet street after 1 AM. Hot Male Beer Bar has a nice view of everything where it is ctually. You can see most of the Soi from up here. From this vantage point, you can see which customers take out which boys. One night I’ll just sit here and look at the commerce of sex going on. Some of the after hours scenes: Dream Boy: Lucky Boys: Going into Hot Male boy bar to pee showed an interesting glimpse of the bar without the boys and customers and fancy lights. It actually looks sad in a way: The Beer Bar, and I guess the street, closes at 2 AM, it was time for us to leave. I was invited to have dinner with the customer and boys, so we head over to a BBQ place where they served hot pots and food: It was nice, hanging out with the boys, and the farang as well. Between the talking and getting to know the new people, tt was more satisfying probably than offing a boy tonight (no, seriously). When all was said and done, it was close to 5 AM when all of us made our way back to Surawong. The boys took us by our hotels and that was a night. Next: the Moon and the Sun.

Day 2.3: Hot Males coming out of nowhere It’s the ultimate First World Problem: there was just too many cute boys in Lucky Boys to just pick one. Ugh, I can’t believe myself. No matter, it was an opportunity to check out another bar that was a Twilight refugee: Hot Male. I must admit, in the Twilight days, as a bar outside the Jupiter-Dreamboy-Tawan bars, the bars that usually had the boys I liked, Hot Male was a favorite of mine, having been to it over and over throughout the years, mostly with @paulsf. This was the scene then: My experience before: And now, the new and may-or-may-not-be newly improved Hot Male: I wonder where was it on Patpong? Apprently it was just accross the street from Lucky Boys, so @anddy and @ggobkk and I did not have problems getting to it. Great forboy bar hopping if the night needed it (Patpong 2: 1 Moonlight, Jupiter: 0). The night before, I did noticewhere the Hot Male beer bar and the usual boys (and an Old Friend) at the second level of the complex. I guess it made sense that the gogo bar with be right next to it, just like when it was in Twilight. As we head into the bar, Old Friend of Hot Male beer bar said hi to @anddy and me. Earlier, I told Old Friend I was going to have coffee with him today but as you know something came up. Oh well, I need to make it up to him at some point. I'll go back to Hot Male beer bar and get a drink later. All three of us get situated in the gogo bar and it looks like it was about a third full. I always liked this bar and the personnel, and always wished it had more customers. Maybe it was just a slow night. We got our drink orders and we were all bunched up in one bench seat. The show was about to begin but we got a glimpse of what was on offer with the boys. A sample: Some glamour shots I got from their FB: About a fourth of the number of boys in Lucky Boys, but almost immediately my eyes gravitated to two boys. That was fast! Less choice, less trouble in choosing. The show began, and it was more or less same same with the bar in Twilight. Sexy dancing, some with candles, with oil. Fairly sparse stage, sexy numbers not as slick as Moonlight’s, but then again Moonlight was slick. But Hot Male knew what its identity was and it served it with no reservations. I was digging it. Reminds me of what a Thai boy bar should be: all about the boys. Some of the numbers: IMG_3327.mp4 Again, I see the two boys that I liked onstage, dancing and gyrating their way to my heart. I choose the boy with the better body and I ask a mamasan to get him to sit with me. 5 minutes later, de-oiled and newly-cologned, was the boy, a compact firecracker. I get up from our bench and sat at the next bench so I can sit with the boy. Let’s name him HM Boy. He was still in his tiny underwear, revealing a well-defined torso. I look at his face and I see a 1000 watt smile. That was amazing. He immediately let me feel at ease, hugging me then enveloping me with his arms. He gives me a peck in the cheek. While the show was going on, HM Boy rests his arm across my groin, with his hand innocently draping over my shorts where my cock. After a few minutes I was hard. Man this guy was an expert. He got me really turned on by him. I tell him sorry I was hard and he smiles and says “Good.” I return the favor and try to make him hard by discreetly doing the same thing. It didn’t take him long to get going. At that point he leans over to give me a deep kiss. He was really selling it, or really wanted it, or wanted me. It didn’t matter. I wanted him. I tell him I will off him, and he says he will change into his street clothes. It took him about 10 minutes to get dressed, but the show was going on, and with @anddy and @ggobkk there, I was having a good time. @ggobkk excuses himself to pick up his off for the night. Thanks for hanging out @ggobkk! I sit bedside @anddy and we gossip about the boy I just offed. HM Boy returns and sits with me. He looks cute in his torso hugging shirt and his cut off shorts. Fairly stylish. He continues to drape himself on me till the show ends. I tell @anddy I will try my new boy, and bid him farewell to the night. Thanks @anddy! I settle my bill, a drink, a boy drink, and an off fee. As we walk through Surawong, he holds my hand and asks me questions about myself. I get the usual shock-face when I tell him I am American. Surprising sad-face when I said that tomorrow was my last day. And helpful understanding-face when I tell him I was tired from jet lag. He tells me about himself as well. He is 24 (“Old, na,” he laments). He's Thai, been working in Hot Male for a few months. Gay. Do everything. I just realized I didn't do my due diligence on the boy when I was still in the bar. But then again instead of asking him what he did in bed, he showed me what he he would do in bed through his actions. Sometimes instinct is a better barometer than just straight up asking. We get to Crowne Plaza and as with the previous boys, he is impressed by the décor. I wonder if the guys who off boys don’t usually stay at the Crowne Plaza, because for these boys, it was their first time coming here. You would think it would be a more common hotel due to its proximity to the bars. Oh well. We get to the room and his eyes automatically draw to the open window, with a view of the Bangkok night skyline. How many times has he been to a strange hotel room, with a strange man. Must be difficult to work like this. I hope the money is worth it for him to do this night in, night out. He takes off his shirt to reveal his muscular torso. It is fairly impressive. Abs fairly defined and almost no body fat. I try not too objectify too much (too late) by being a good host and offering him a beer. He opts for apple juice. I sit on the bed as he takes off his shoes, and then joins in bed to cuddle. No urgency to start the off. Just laying there, talking about life in general. He seems fairly curious about my life. It might be his way of calming customers down. To get him to be comfortable as well. He likes kissing. Not just “gogo boy” kissing, but deep, meaningful, exploratory kissing. He urges me to take off my shirt as well. When I do, he carreses my chest, kisses my nipples a little bit. He sees my battle scars from the Kiwi-Taiwanese boy war. “Naughty boy!” he exclaims, half joking and half serious. “No, I fall down BTS,” I joked. He laughs. “I know you popular boy. Many many many boy with you. Many country,” he says with his exagerrated voice. I was floored. Why would he know this? Or was he just a good guesser. I asked him why he thought this. He just stares at me and laughs. After a few more playful coaxing, he reveals his source, it was Old Friend from Hot Male beer bar. It made sense, as I make a mental note of killing Old Friend. Just kidding. I don’t care who knows my business, but it is interesting to know who knows, and who tells other people. I deduced that one of my farang friends who knows a lot about life, told Old Friend about it, and then when HM Boy needed the dirt on me, his customer for the night, he asked Old Friend. There is no such thing as secrets in Bangkok. Only the illusion of discretion. I didn’t really mind. I like a boy who does his due diligence before an off. Maybe he knows what I like in bed too, because he sure as shit knew what to do tonight to make me feel comfortable. As we talked some more, I slowly but surely take off his shorts, and then his underwear, to reveal the whole package. Nicely size cock, amazing smooth ass. Nice powerful legs. He was built for this. And gladly, it was hard as a rock. There was no denying what came next. Though I really didn’t know for sure what came next, because I was expecting him to say “I shower first” or something. But that never came. Instead he disrobed me, and then went straight to my cock. Made sure I was hard like he was. Some more kissing, some more touching. He plops me on the bed and kisses me before going to my ass and give me the rimming of my life. Now, I showered before going to Patpong, and made sure I was super clean, but still, that was more than 3 hours ago. He didn’t seem to care. Nor did I. That was good. Then he spat on his hand to moisten his cock. He started to put it in without a condom. Everyone who knows me well knows I am on PreP, for several years now. I get tested every month or 2, for every STD known to man, because my GP knows I am in the super high risk group to contract anything under the sun, but I always come back clean. But even if I was protected, I don’t think it was a good idea to have a sex worker, one who clearly knows his way around things, to stick his condom-less dick in my ass. I let him get it all in, but I told him it is better with a condom. He smiles, and then apologizes. And instead of looking for a condom, we do some more foreplay, it was my turn to suck, and to rim him. He smelled good. He tasted even better. And then it was my turn to spit on my dick and put it in. He didn’t seem to mind. It was hot. It was like hooking up with someone one on Grindr. No showering before that halts the momentum, seemingly no fear with what comes after. All that mattered was what was happening now, and making each other feel good. We tried different positions, not because I wanted to, but because he demanded it. His legs in the air, him riding me, reverse cowgirl, standing up by the window. As a finale, he asks me to lay down on the bed as he rides me. He thrusts up and down while jacking his cock. As he was close, he pulls me out of him and then feeds his cock to me and jizzes in my mouth. I take it all. He gets to my left side and then kisses me and jacks me off. When I declare I was close, he puts me in my mouth, and I explode in his mouth. It seemed only fair. Damn, the boy knows how to sing for his supper. We lay for a while just making small talk. There was no mess like previous offs. We cleaned it all up. We then shower together (finally) and then proceed to dress. “Are you free tomorrow?” I ask him. “Yes, if you want me come, tell me.” I tell him I will line him for sure. I give him 2500 baht, 500 more than was promised. I wanted to give 3000 because it was worth it. But I held back, because if I will see him again, I didn’t want us to start with such high of a tip expectation. We kiss some more and then he leaves. I was still spellbound. There was a reason why I liked Hot Male. After 10 minutes of futzing around the room, I realized, I didn’t get his Line contact! I leave the room and headed back to the street to see if I could still catch him. No luck. I proceeded to go to Hot Male to see if he came back. So next, at Hot Male, there was more night to be had.