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A moment of silence for Tawan, RIP. 🙏😭

Hmm, thanks for sharing! I hope to return to TJ next month and will go by for a thorough inspection. I was there on Saturday but the night could have been tweaked because of Halloween/Day of Dead. There were dancers but they were mostly in costumes. Some are a bit playful but nothing like full-on strip teases of Premier.

I visited Bendito Carbon with high expectations but found myself underwhelmed. This might be attributed to the fact that their famed "strip shows" are infrequent, occurring monthly or only during pre-announced events. I went based on a promoter on Grindr who showed titillating images and videos of what to expect, but that was not the case the night I showed up. I think it is the same place I called Yei-Yei Bar in the trip report above. It seems like Bendito Cabron is a "night" in that space. But unclear why the Grindr promoter was marketing it that night I showed up. This entire bar/club could also just be a bait-and-switch nightmare, considering it is hard to really pin down what its name is, and a quick Google search comes up with a variety of names, all with low ratings. It would be a good venue for some scandalous strippers because it is a bit more intimate and dark and not as loud and cavernous the Premier space.

This is a national emergency - prayers needed for Tawan. 🙏

This is the first time I've heard of a "BIG HUNK" night. Unfortunately, I'm not familiar with it, but I suspect it's similar to Blackout, possibly minus the hardcore sex show and with the lights on since it is the last Friday of the month. It likely features a range of guys from beefy to twinkier types. However, Premier didn't have many classic twinks. I did encounter one, the guy I ultimately lusted over, but he was vastly outnumbered by more muscular, "bro" types. I am eager to revisit Sodama, which seemed to have more boyish twinks, though they were a fraction of the dancers compared to Premier.

A gay guide is not really needed for the bar/club scene. Most of the venues are very close together and the staff are friendly/accomodating and speak English. However, Tripadvisor does have a "tour" using Viator that is posted along with SiamRoads but these are private as again, most groups do not need a tour since you will not be out of place just bumbling from place to place. Enjoy!

Wish that I had a chance to see and report on the other Saunas. Sauna Mania and R3 wore me out - very intense and well worth the visit. Hope we see other posters venture out and let us know the latest on the sauna scene!

A big thanks to Gay Guides and all the posters here who helped me plan this trip and all the posters that shared their trip reports and experiences. I would not have had such an extraordinary, action-packed trip without it! 😘

Dang, I didn't see any "manly muscular" men at Moonlight so they must have been on vacation or break.

I regret not choosing the more traditional 'gay boy' option that the host suggested. It seems the discussions about how these muscular performers often lack effort in their performance are accurate.

Epilogue: I continue to get a stream of texts from the boys of Pattaya. Eventually, I sent $100 US via Western Union to the robotically efficient Cambodian twink for dentistry work. Lenny would like me to visit his country and meet his family. I've now had the full MB experience.

Day 9 The only day I had set aside for typical tourist activities was this penultimate day in Bangkok, just before my early flight the next morning. I initially planned a guided tour of the Grand Palace and the Reclining Buddha, but after an underwhelming experience on my first day, I chose instead to briskly explore these cultural sites on my own. My main focus remained on sex. Before leaving my hotel, I had a quick rendezvous with my third Grindr match. He was a young local, bursting into my room with a coffee in hand and not quite matching his profile pictures. His energetic personality made for some fun, but since he wasn't quite what I had expected physically, the encounter didn't live up to either of our expectations. He attempted to set me up with a colleague of his, showing me a photo of an attractive young man on his phone, but later joked that his friend was 'afraid of my size'. It was an outside chance worth the attempt and emblematic of how Grindr is not a perfect replacement to reality. Dressed in black slacks and a polo shirt — the most attire I'd worn throughout my trip — I embarked on a journey to explore the city's cultural landmarks. The Grand Palace was a dazzling spectacle, a fusion of shimmering gold, throngs of tourists, endless selfies, and majestic Buddha statues. The heat and the vibrant chaos only added to the experience. Later, I ventured to the Chatuchak Weekend Market, where my prudent budgeting came in handy. I indulged in a spree of retail therapy, spending my last bits of cash on an assortment of bags and gifts, a delightful and unexpected highlight of the trip. After a flurry of sightseeing, I decided to revisit Prime Massage for a final, luxurious two-hour session. Back home, I usually opt for the 90-minute massages, but during my time in Bangkok, I had typically chosen shorter 60-minute sessions. This caution stemmed from uncertainty about the quality of the experience, as evidenced by a less satisfactory massage at Ssense or the dumpster fire at Sabaidee. However, by this point in my trip, I had grown confident in the exceptional service at Prime. Indeed, the experience surpassed my expectations, providing a thorough stretch and series of adjustments beyond what I had ever experienced. Finally back at my hotel as evening set in, I prepared for one last grand night out. With my flight scheduled for 8AM the next morning, I decided to forego sleep and make the most of the remaining hours. I reached out to Lenny to see if he could join me, and to my delight, he was available. We agreed to meet at Balcony Bar around 9PM. At that time, I was still engrossed in the Patpong Night Market, now captivated by the allure of Bangkok's street market retail scene. Lenny caught a glimpse of my excitement through a video call, with the bustling market and its cacophony of vendors as my backdrop. He playfully asked me to buy him some underwear, just as I noticed a group of boys horsing around behind him in what looked like a hostel dormitory. Eager to leave a lasting impression, I consented and ended up purchasing several pairs of underwear for him. As 9PM neared, I joined Lenny at Balcony Bar, where we settled in to watch the scene of Silom 4 Alley,'Gay Street.' The evening unfolded in a way that mirrored my first day in Bangkok, but this time with a new depth. It was the first real opportunity I had to converse with Lenny, and we instantly connected. Our previous interactions had been brief and scattered, often interrupted by his circle of friends or the presence of earlier suitors. Now, alone together, I could fully appreciate his charm, wit, and striking looks. Lenny expressed a fondness for Balcony Bar, considering it more welcoming than Circus Bar across the street. This sentiment seemed accurate, especially when an Australian man in his sixties, looking remarkably youthful thanks to 'scientific miracles,' joined us. Eventually, Lenny would get a “comp” drink from a friend who I had seen in the background during my video call with Lenny. This friend, a diminutive yet impressively fit Cambodian man, boasted about his adventures from the previous night, “I had five men”, and seemed eager for more. After a brief and dramatic appearance, he disappeared into the crowd, likely off to bag more men for his collection. As the evening wore on, my conversation with Lenny evolved into something more flirtatious. He playfully lifted his shirt, revealing his toned abs, and his surprise was evident when he felt my reaction grabbing at my crotch and feeling something hard. His curiosity piqued, he ventured further, encouraged by my response, to kiss me passionately. The night's energy grew with each passing moment. Sexual tension pulsating, I decided to make our way to DJ Station. As I headed towards the street, I noticed a large cockroach casually making its way through the front entrance, seemingly unnoticed or disregarded by the bustling, capacity crowd inside and out the bar. This, I've come to realize, is classic Bangkok. At DJ Station, we agreed to share a jug of liquor rather than unleash that amount of alcohol solely on my liver and we danced, grinded and made out for a few magical hours. Lenny thankfully shedding his baggy t-shirt to expose he was wearing a pair of underwear I had bought him by sagging his pants. Unfortunately, not the thong I had snuck in with a few more conservative boxer briefs. Eventually, we made our way to the restroom where a jacked Adonis, 6 feet, shirtless and with rippling muscles, had his hard dick out which a farang was greedily stroking. Lenny went inside the toilet while I remained near the entrance to witness this curious scene and eventually Adonis, confident and tipsy turned to a group of Asians to show off his specimen. As Lenny was exiting the restroom the two exchanged words, with this Adonis grabbing Lenny by the shoulders and the two seemingly having a pleasant moment. When I questioned Lenny about the flirty incident, his demeanor shifted, becoming emotional. We moved to a quieter area to sit, and he started to cry. This took me by surprise. He explained that the man had quoted him a fee for a night of company, revealing that the hard and stumbling Adonis was a 'Money Boy.' Lenny, however, insisted that his own intentions were different; he was striving to secure an apartment in Bangkok to find a job, particularly at Balcony Bar, hoping to make his family proud. Amidst this intense conversation and tears, which had sprung from what seemed like a minor interaction, Lenny disclosed a critical detail: he was just 2000 baht short of affording his apartment to allow his dream of getting an apartment nearby to become a reality. Okay. Perhaps some of you had already suspected who Lenny really was, and hints like his request for 'underwear' might have given it away. However, it was his dramatic reaction to encountering a vocal and domineering Money Boy, and then his story about a financial 'shortfall,' that made it unmistakably clear: Lenny himself was a Money Boy! Was this his negotiation to set the rate for the evening? It hadn't really dawned on me until that moment that I was part of a traditional ST/LT transaction. Nevertheless, as you have imagined from my various escapades, the fact that Lenny was a hooker was not a deal breaker, or even upsetting, possibly it was the opposite. While I didn’t really engage with him on “rates” I empathized with his struggle and consoled him - it was not long before we eventually returned to the dancefloor to continue the night like nothing had happened. We didn’t make it to G Bangkok - as 2AM arrived, now feeling emboldened that I was on the clock, we made our way to the Furama for an incredible evening and early morning of sex. I didn’t get a moment of sleep. At 5AM , I emptied my pockets of 7000 baht, which I had saved for a blowout evening, which I anticipated would be enough for a Tawan/Jupiter/GOD blitz but now went to Lenny. He assisted with packing, helped to valet my now doubled in sized luggage from the Chatuchak Market purchases, and stayed by my side as I waited for my taxi. He expressed his love and affection throughout. When the taxi arrived, we shared a last embrace and kiss under the sunrise, its poetic hues painting the sky and signaling the end of an epic journey. As I departed for the airport, I was a wreck of emotions: heartbroken, exhausted, exhilarated, and shaken. The Ultimate Tier List One certainty about Bangkok is its diverse and dense landscape of sex catering to various tastes within the Asian persuasion, and a few sprinkles of hookers and sluts from across the globe. As someone who is versatile-side, relatively fit, and enjoys reciprocal muscle worship, I've clearly ranked my experiences, which will guide any future visits to Bangkok but may not suit everyone. Unfortunately, given the challenges and expense of trans-Pacific travel, I wasn't sure upon arrival if this would be my first or only trip to the city. However, I now suspect it will likely be the first of more to come. S Tier Arena Massage - most reliable erotic massage. Jupiter 2018 - hottest fucking Asians I’ve ever seen. Prime Massage - World class Thai massage. Silom Ibis Styles Pool Party - A random party with exceptional results. A Tier Tawan - Thrilling and intimate. Grindr - A stalwart with many hits yet many misses. Sauna Mania - Overloaded with sex. DJ Station - Overloaded with drunks. G Bangkok - Overloaded with sex and drunks. B Tier Jey Spa - Hot boys but inconvenient and expensive. R3 - Dark, dirty and sexy. Pattaya! - I have much more to explore here. C Tier Moonlight - Hot dancers and boys, but forgettable, sterile. Dreamboy - Same. Ssense - Cannot compete. Balcony Bar / Circus - not my thing. D Tier Sabaidee - Call the police.

Day 8 Since my first non-paid Grindr hookup went so well, albeit fleeting, I continued to try my hand at more of the faces and torsos clogging my inbox. Even at the Furama Fitness Center, which appeared untouched for years, I noticed men roaming the hallways. Some of them reached out to me on Grindr, rather than you know, talk to me, but I was eagerly trying to get in one last workout before the end of my trip. Eventually, one local guy caught my attention. He had an average build, spoke excellent English, and possessed a charming personality, all of which intrigued me enough to invite him over. He was quite amiable, and we surprisingly ended up spending most of the day together. Our time was split between lounging in the hotel room naked and doing Side things and exploring various parts of the city. This turn of events was unexpected, but I was pleased to have the opportunity to visit some genuine tourist sites. These experiences provided me with stories to share with friends and family, who might be less interested in the more hedonistic aspects of my journey. Lenny, the Cambodian guy I met at the pool party on Day 2, sent me a message. He had returned to town after a brief trip back to his home country over the weekend. It appears that cross-border travel is common among Cambodians, possibly for visa reasons or trade. Despite not knowing his exact reasons, I felt a surge of excitement at his return. I contemplated the possibility of hooking up and mustered up the courage to suggest hanging out. Eagerly, I let him know that it would be great to spend some time together. Around 6PM, my Side buddy departed and I would finally make my way to R3 Sauna. Initially when I planned this trip I intended to visit most of the talked about saunas like R3, Krubb, Heaven and Chakran, going so far as to map out as best I could using Line and Twitter what the different naked, orgy or porn star days were to maximize impact. However, as my trip came to a close I just did not have the time nor the stamina to barnstorm that many brothels as I had imagined from my short stint in Sauna Mania that these spas were less likely a relaxing oasis with some hanky panky but full-fledged sex clubs with an ancillary steam room as decor. The ride to R3 was long and exhausting, dealing with the traffic and chaotic driving that the inner streets of Bangkok enjoy. However, once there, I was treated to an attractive lobby for a sex club and familiarly gruff attendant. I forgot how much the entry fee was, perhaps 500 baht. It was naked day, as I had figured, and I was greeted by two muscular hosts at the entrance to the locker room. They explained it was naked day, yet they vexingly wore underwear, but I was happy to oblige, confident that this time I would no longer be the odd man out like at Sauna Mania with such a scandalous outfit. I’d be wrong, but for different reasons. The near pitch-black conditions throughout most of the club caught me off guard, possibly because it was 'Naked Day' or maybe this was a regular feature. I carefully made my way to the main area of the club after a few mistarts getting lost in service areas and random dark spaces. Initially, the attendance was sparse, with just a few locals and foreigners casually moving around. No one was apparently hooking up, just furious cruising. The club was a unique, vertical space, stretching tall and narrow, with several floors interconnected by a labyrinth of stairwells and doors. Navigating through its dimly lit and winding corridors, I got lost in the maze-like layout more than once. At one point, the surprise of an unexpected grope from a stranger made me jump, a testament to my disorientation in the darkened environment. The club comprised four primary levels: two floors were dedicated to maze-like darkrooms. The third floor housed the sauna amenities, though the steam room felt desolate, and the dry sauna was notably cramped. In contrast, the fourth level offered a more open space, brightened occasionally by shafts of sunlight piercing through. Ultimately, I settled on the top floor. It wasn't long before a unique individual approached me – a Thai local in his twenties, distinctively covered in thick black hair, a stark contrast to the smoother appearances I'd encountered thus far. Our interaction was fun as he was a adept bottom, and it led to a memorable time in a private room. He skillfully navigated us through the club's shadowy stairwells and corridors, his familiarity with the place almost as if he knew it by scent, briefly losing me in his swift movements. By 8PM, an announcement revealed the start of the porn party, an event I hadn't anticipated. Intrigued, I eagerly headed towards a newly accessible area resembling a dungeon. The two muscular hosts who had initially greeted me at the locker room were now overseeing a table that marked the entrance to this new sauna section. This area could be accessed via a different, almost pitch-black stairwell on the third floor. They handed me a random ration of condoms and lube and took the small washcloth I was carrying to dry myself from a shower. Absolutely no fabric was to enter this level. When I reached the bottom of the stairwell I was in full Mr. Magoo mode, reaching my hands out for fear of slamming into a wall and dipping my toes into the unseen floor to ensure there was no cliff and impending demise. It was extremely dark. But in time, I was able to navigate myself to the rooms where now nearly 50 people were already involved in an orgy-like scene with porn stars wearing glowsticks on their wrists and a promoter flashing a light beam every so often; the rare moments I could visually soak in the young smooth bodies that were pressed up against one another. Lines queued nearby these pornstars on fuck tables for eager participants to take turns running a train on the local celebrity - or to be railed depending on the professional slut. There were six in total spread out across this floor. Everyone there seemed very young and very in shape. I had a few reciprocal gropes and fondling, but for the most part, the crowd was fixated on the stars. From my research, I understood that saunas located away from Silom Road often cater more to local preferences, a theory that seemed to hold true given my different experiences here compared to Sauna Mania. Despite the contrasting receptions, I found the environment still worthwhile. As a Side, navigating through the close quarters of this sauna, allowing myself to molest the tight, rubbery muscles in this claustrophobic environment, was fun. By 10 PM, I returned to my hotel without hearing from Lenny, so I decided to visit Moonlight. I couldn't recall the specific reason for choosing this destination and didn't have high expectations. Ultimately, the experience there turned out to be mostly unremarkable. I arrived during the show in progress and was ushered to a seat with a large pole right in the middle of my sight line and the stage. This position caused me to lean awkwardly to enjoy the magnificently attractive and talented dancer strut and spin along to their dance numbers. However, unlike Jupiter 2018, these impressive Adonises did not wear numbers. The entire show was to extract tips of 1000 baht from the audience as their reward. A ladyboy host was quick to take a seat next to me, encouraging me to tip as it was “only $30.” Absolutely not. The show concluded with a lineup of boys, each with a number. They were noticeably more attractive than those I recalled from Dreamboy, yet they stood motionless, almost like statues. Reeling from sexual tension from R3, I impulsively decided to off a model, alerting the ladyboy, who continued whispering in my ear about the different boys eschewing the customary drink. I chose a shirtless young man who boasted a well-defined eight-pack and a captivating smile. He introduced himself, now without the benefit of the stage and dramatic lighting, revealing a noticeably smaller frame. Honestly, I remember little about him, apart from the host mentioning that he was gay and 'up for anything.' After a short tuk-tuk ride back to the Furama, he revealed that his headdress was not just a fashion statement but also a cover for a recent hair transplant, and hence, showering was not an option for him. The evening progressed to muscle worship, blow jobs and handjobs, but it turned out to be entirely forgettable. There was a lack of the chemistry I had hoped for. This experience underscored the potential downside of skipping the initial 'getting-to-know-you' drink. His nervous demeanor was palpable, possibly due to discomfort from his recent hair procedure, which he briefly showed me, and ouch. I believe the entire hit to my pocket was again about 3000 baht. Off to bed for the last slumber in Thailand.

Pictorial Interlude Lumpini Park Jupiter 2018 Furama Silom View from balcony Legendary Status

In short, no. Enjoy 😊

Day 7 After a leisurely morning, I needed to change my accommodations for the final leg of my trip, as planned, opting for the more upscale Furama Hotel Silom at $100 US per night, a significant increase from the $40 nightly rate at Ibis Styles Silom. My aim was to conclude my journey on a luxurious note. Although Furama Hotel is a bit further from the bustling Silom 4 area, its location still allows for convenient access, either by a brisk walk or a quick tuk-tuk ride for 100 baht. I indulged myself by staying in an executive suite on the top floor, which granted me access to the executive lounge. There, I enjoyed unlimited Singha Soda Water and took advantage of the breakfast buffet, though I chose just a single piece of French toast and a piece of chicken through my 3-day stay. Didn’t eat much this trip. The room at Furama Hotel was notably more spacious than my previous accommodation. It featured a large bathroom, which intriguingly included a glass-enclosed room for the toilet – a design choice that might appeal to some. The suite also boasted a large couch, an executive desk, and a balcony. While the balcony was somewhat neglected and not fully accessible, it provided sweeping vistas of downtown Bangkok, beautifully illuminating the Iconsiam shopping mall at night. However, while Ibis was modern and contemporary - Furama certainly was showing signs of age with stained hallway carpets and scuffed wood cabinetry. It is unclear I’d stay here again but I did like the executive lounge for its convenience of coffee, water and ability to stroke my ego as I strode by wide-eyed tourists in the “main” restaurant. Upon settling into my room at the Furama Hotel, I opened the Grindr app, curious about the reactions to a new presence in the area. I sifted through an overwhelming number of messages and requests, possibly the most attention I've ever garnered on the app. This was likely due to a mix of curiosity about a foreign visitor and others who were professionally inclined and on-the-clock. Among the numerous contacts, one individual stood out for his straightforward approach, which resonated with my no-nonsense style. After minimal conversation, he arrived at my door, ready to engage. He presented himself as a "model" and was quite proficient in English. While he had a fit physique, he was not quite what one might call an Adonis. Clearly in his thirties yet maintaining a youthful appearance, our encounter was enjoyable but brief. We didn’t delve into personal details, and once he left, it marked the end of our fleeting connection. It wouldn’t be long until I was back on the prowl. While the Furama Hotel was a bit more distant from the Silom 4 area, it was conveniently situated just a block away from Arena Massage. This proximity presented me with the opportunity to rectify my Day 1 tipping scandal with Mr. Olympia and the regrettable underestimation of that 'Bad Boy.' It was time for my triumphant return to Arena. This time, as I entered Arena, there was no 'elf' on the balcony to guide me, but I had grown accustomed to the worn plaza. I quickly made my way to the familiar setting of the gym/waiting room, which had a distinct, almost prison-like ambiance. While the attendant and his helper remained the same and were happy to greet me the entire line up had changed! Alas, even sex workers get days off. Judgement time. I was greeted by the familiar lineup of masseurs, their expressions ranging from the familiar scowls to grins. This time, the selection wasn't quite as striking as I had remembered, perhaps reflecting the weekday 'B' team as opposed to the more impressive weekend lineup I had encountered earlier. Nonetheless, there was a sufficient variety of beef to satiate my appetite among any of them. Ultimately, I chose a masseur who bore a resemblance to Mr. Olympia, whose name I now recalled as Tom. However, this new choice, while similar, was leaner and shorter. Despite the allure of the more muscular and beefy masseurs and the testosterone-charged aura they created, I keep finding myself consistently drawn to the more bro, model-like figures. A “type” that is getting harder to ignore. The massage session at Arena turned out to be another remarkable experience. Enhanced by a masseur who was not only skilled in massage but also keen to engage more intimately after a thorough 30-minute back massage. He proved to be an adept top, impressively endowed, and demonstrated a sensual and attentive approach, ensuring a mutual climax. Contrasting with Tom, he even joined me for a post-session shower, a gesture that had been rare during this trip, except for the overly enthusiastic Chinese masseur from Pattaya who had been continuously messaging me with declarations of affection and desire. Now, I had also learned my lesson regarding the tip and was sure to give him 2000 baht in the VIP room before trying to awkwardly fumble with bills surrounded by an audience. At the exit, they changed up the "survey" that was provided - the only massage place in Bangkok that provides customers a written satisfaction survey, even inquiring if a masseur joins in a shower - it may look rough but it is THE preeminent raunchy massage parlor on this planet. Previously I had given Tom, excellent marks across the board though I was reeling and unsure. In contrast, now I could confidently give this latest Olympian the same top score. As mentioned earlier, the host at this point did not even play act giving me back change for the VIP room knowingly keeping the 1000 baht and it was well deserved. Back at the hotel, I planned to visit DJ Station/G Bangkok for another night out. However, despite my attempt to take a brief nap, exhaustion and jetlag ultimately prevailed. I succumbed to sleep by 6 PM. Two more days remain...

Day 6 Following an early morning jog at the Ibis Styles Silom gym, I felt the need for a massage. In my itinerary notes, I had marked Ssense Massage as "carnal," distinguishing it from other categories like "sex" or "normal." I anticipated an experience akin to Arena rather than Jey Spa or Prime Massage. However, those expectations were not met. It appears that experiences at Ssense might vary, or perhaps there's a secret menu, but the establishment offered a passable Thai massage in a small, curtained space. When compared to Prime Massage, which represented the pinnacle of ambiance and skill, Ssense fell well short. Fortunately, they accepted credit cards, sparing my envelope cash budget. The cost for a 90-minute massage was slightly higher than Prime's, at 700 baht. With the minor additional fee for credit card usage and tip, the total came to about 1000 baht with tip. The masseur, a young man, was competent, but the lack of privacy in the curtained room was noticeable. The foot massage station was mere feet away, separated only by thin layer of fabric. To make matters worse, a frequent flicking of a light switch in the common area was distracting. The studio's limited space, especially challenging for someone of my height (6' 2"), necessitated unconventional methods like pressing my legs against a wall during stretches. Overall, the experience was unremarkable, though its proximity to Silom Road was convenient. Yet, I doubt its ability to compete with other massage parlors nearer to the main areas. The highlight of the day came later that evening with my visit to Jupiter 2018. On my itinerary, Jupiter Bar seemed perfectly tailored to my preferences, known for muscular, model-like figures with stone expressions and dead-inside eyes. Admittedly, this type appeals to me. I’m learning more about myself. Originally, I planned to visit on Day 2, which was essentially the first full day of my trip. However, the unexpected events at the Ibis Sytles Silom Pool Party significantly altered the first leg of my trip. As 10 PM neared, I confidently approached Jupiter Bar, now seasoned from several massage sessions and visits to MB bars. With my baht neatly sorted by denomination, rather than haphazardly crumpled, I was promptly escorted to my table by a diminutive waiter. He was quite adorable in his little fancy black dress clothes, identifiable as offable by his garish numbered tag, but that evening, my interest lay elsewhere. While I can appreciate a slender build, my preference was set on meat I could sink my teeth into. However, my evening was soon deflated by the presence of a live singer, energetically performing renditions of pop songs from years past. He tried his best to engage the audience, which consisted mostly of groups of giggling Asian girls and their friends. Despite his talent, there was a noticeable air of desperation in his attempts to involve the crowd, which largely comprised either these bashful girls reluctant to participate in his karaoke-like performance, or dirty old men, like myself, who were dismayed by this interlude and wanted shirtless men grinding. Within a seemingly endless twenty minutes of the grating live music, the show finally commenced, and it was nothing short of spectacular. Dozens of men, resembling models with the build of elite varsity athletes, entered the club. They maintained dour expressions, shirtless, and as the show progressed, they alternated between various styles of pants and underwear. Among them, one in particular caught my eye: light-skinned, with a square jaw, long flowing hair, and a piercing glare. Why so mad? Maybe I can change him? The performance included a few quirky, kitschy dance numbers featuring a ladyboy and a select few of the models, including the one, Mad Boy, who had captivated my attention. His body rolls to "Sexy" by French Affair were a standout, prompting me to signal the waiter at once to bring him over. It was amusing to see the waiter relocate my seat neighbor to the back of the bar. He was an Asian man in his 50s and had secured a prime front-and-center seat but judging by his undisturbed glass of Coca Cola, no ice, he seemed to have been occupying that spot for quite some time. After Mad Boy’s dance routine was over he eventually came to my table to take place of my departed neighbor for a beer I had purchased for him. Shirtless and brooding, he kept his focus straight ahead as I tried to engage in some light banter. He could speak good English but he had little to say. At this point, hornier and exhausted as ever I decided to hell with it and to off him before he could even get halfway through his Singha. I desperately needed get him out of his black pants he had been wearing during his dance routine taunting with a thrusting crotch now that said crotch was inches away. We made quick time to the hotel and at this point, likely knowing a tip was on the line, he began to warm up, craking a smile every so often and even shooting me compliments. In the hotel room we got to business and he allowed me complete control over his completely smooth and flawless body to lick him up and down and worship his muscles like I was a depraved kitten. I also finally got to take full advantage of the jewel box shower in the Ibis Styles hotel watching him lather up in the shower. We ended the experience with mutual masturbation and he was on his way. I suspect it was all about 3000 baht between the off fee and tips. At this point, its been made clear that my grasp of what I was spending should be taken loosely but I suspected it was a very good value even if the ST was rather tame compared to some other hookups. Nevertheless, he was one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen and Jupiter 2018 secured its place as my favorite MB bar of the trip. I had a note that I went dancing on this day and nearly forgot that afterwards at about 2am I went to G Bangkok but the atmosphere was a huge departure from the weekend as this was now mid-week. It was very empty about thirty people in the cavernous dance hall that before held hundreds and now spotted a couple girls. I did make out with a chubby Thai boy in his twenties so not a total bust - it was mostly uneventful. Left in an hour.

Phew! I was going to write my congressman. I am struggling enough with conversions and calculations for hookers, my investigation into other commodities is thankfully over. 🙃

I am amazed by the volume of content I have to share regarding my Bangkok experience. Initially, I intended to document these observations during my visit; however, as probably understood, my time was fully engaged. Nonetheless, the impact of the memories is so profound that recounting these detours, mishaps, experiences, and fortunes feels as effortless as if I were a whored up J.K. Rowling diving in to finish the saga. I'll need some grace for making a few mistakes but much of the trip still vividly rings in my brain! 🥰 It's slowing down, the first couple of days were barnburners.

I hold a different viewpoint on this matter. In my opinion, if someone has the financial means, there's nothing wrong with choosing to spend generously. Being overly generous is a positive trait, showing kindness and support to others, especially in service-oriented industries - especially the most intimate/controverisal service industry of all. However, it's important to note that being excessively frugal, especially when one has the capacity to give more, might not be as commendable. However - that charity would get bothersome if it leads to lasting inflation for us plebeians.

Day 5 In the final moments of my stay in Pattaya, I visited Jometein Beach for a brief jog and to take in the sights of Super Town Walking Street. I observed the seemingly dozens of attractive massage boy twinks, engrossed in their phones, occasionally glancing my way, likely in hopes of attracting some weekday business. The beach area here was noticeably more tranquil and cleaner compared to the main Pattaya Beach. Despite this, should I return, I would prefer to stay near Pattaya Beach yet again for its livelier atmosphere. Initially mistaking the baht buses crowded with tourists for tour buses, I eventually overcame my hesitation and managed to catch one back to LK The Empress for 20 bahts, a great deal There was also some entertainment watching a tourist lose her phone as she clung to the back tail texting away only to have her family scramble off the still moving vehicle dashing into the street to save the precious computer. Thankfully with traffic as bad as it was, we were not moving fast and her phone miraculously survived many near misses! She was spotted on another baht bus cruising by later - having never paid for the one her family dramatically jumped from. The journey back to Bangkok was generally unremarkable, except for a peculiar instance when the Grab driver stopped to refuel. The cost was surprisingly low, I remember calculating to $0.25 per gallon compared to my hometown where it is about $5.00. Yikes, and it was a full-service station - can this be real?! Additionally, the driver made a stop at a rest area for a restroom break, leaving me in the car with the keys inside. So thankfully it was an unremarkable trip back and a taste of the horrific rush hour traffic around 5PM in the City proper. For the evening, I had set my sights on visiting Tawan, a place I considered a kind of Mecca. Despite not having a particular interest in leather or BDSM, the appeal of Tawan was quite strong. My preference for beefy, muscular types, as showcased during my emotional rollercoaster at Arena, made the idea of a stone-faced and muscle-bound MB bar especially enticing after my experiences in Pattaya overloaded by uber-affectionate twinks. It promised to be a significant change of pace. I arrived at the bar promptly at 10 PM, aiming to be there for the first, and I believed, the only show of the evening, considering it was a weekday and the crowd was expected to be relatively sparse. Upon entry, I was greeted by an attractive host sporting a military-style buzz cut, dressed in tight black jeans and a fitted black t-shirt. Yummy. Once inside, I initially felt like I was the only patron in the bar, though I later noticed a small group near the entrance engaging with an exceptionally attractive sumo wrestler-like bodybuilder. I was somewhat taken aback by the immediate attention and being ushered to a front and center seat. Tawan's setup was much more intimate and smaller compared to other bars I had visited, such as Dreamboy with its bleacher-like arrangement. This closeness was almost disconcerting, as it felt like one of the imposing hunks scowling at me could nearly reach out and slap me. So perhaps I am a little bit into BDSM. However, as time rolled closer to the show the tiny bar did fill up. I met a fellow American who was seated next to me. A jovial man likely in his late sixties - a retiree who was well versed in jetsetting and MBs. Another few farangs also were among the audience and Asians. Before the main show began, a few dancers were rotating on and off the stage. Among them, a notably large man, though not particularly toned but with a muscular neck and legs, caught my attention with his gorgeous smile, which seemed fixated on me. In response, I found myself sheepishly grinning at pretty much everyone, not wanting to get roped into anything like X-boys so soon, including two dancers who seemed quite out of place. They had a smooth, sweet, twink-like appearance, a type I had become very familiar with by now - the bottoms, I would find out. The show was enjoyable. Not quite sure where Halloween masks came to represent BDSM but I was certainly impressed with the large muscular bodies that rivaled those brutes of Arena. They strode the stage confidently with their weapon of choice and menacing style that I could have watched all night. The all-nude but large cocks wrapped in plastic was still a turnoff so when they streamed into the audience for tips I avoided most of them looking obviously distracted until the smiling guy from the stage came over - 100 baht. My new American friend soon after was accosted by the live sex show portion and had to endure producing a tip as a toll to remove the bottom from his lap. He didn’t stick around much longer after that interaction. There was also, for my first time to witness, a cum show - as the small bar now filled to capacity was able to muster up enough tips to get the muscular mesomorph in a Jason mask to cum to a musical countdown - impressive. I stayed until about midnight enjoying the rotation of men even after the show concluded. In particular, I had my eyes tracking that sumo-wrestler bodybuilder wearing a skimpy jockstrap exposing his massive ass but after he left the table of Asians near the door early on disappeared into the kitchen eating ramen for the remainder of the night. I guess it takes a lot of calories to look like that -- it was not meant to be. Another monstrous muscle daddy was also making me weak - the sort of cartoonish musle that only modern science can produce and he oozed bravado and "straight acting." He prowled around the stage and only went on during the show and just as the club was shutting down for the evening. A massive and imposing specimen who knew he was making me nervous with a bewitching smirk and knowing eyes. He did not wear a number. As the evening began to wind down, the dancer who had earlier smiled at me took a seat beside me. We engaged in the usual conversation about who I was and where I was from, and he was very charming. I observed the men receiving their "tips," and he somewhat sadly informed me that he had only earned 200 baht that night, mentioning it was particularly slow. While I empathized with him, my own sexual frustration was heightened by the intense presense of 'monster daddy,' looming on the stage without any signs he was offable. Feeling a mix of emotions, I abruptly signaled the host that I was ready to settle my bill and leave the premises with my tail between my legs. I gave my smiling large friend a 200 baht tip for the pleasant conversation, then hastened towards the door tail between my legs. The host however trailed close after me groping my ass and crotch asking who I was offing tonight or if I wanted a massage. Though I had been eyeing him up all night, his firm body squeezed into that far too tight black outfit, as he whisked people to and from tables - I was perfectly fine having a calm night and heading to bed. However his insistent molestation of my genitals and offer of a nude B2B massage upstairs for 3000 baht. A few shuffles later, 2500 baht caught my ear. My first negotiation, this must be a deal! So meekly defeated I agreed and he ushered me upstairs to a shower and massage room that would have been well placed in a horror movie movies along with those Freddy Krueger masks. It was very worn down but had the utility to get the job done. The host stripped down exposing his fit body, not quite as monstrous or muscular as most of the dancers from the show but certainly attractive by any definition. He also had a pleasant personality - perhaps a bit too chatty. It was a quality massage, his muscle not going to waste with nice pressure and ultimately explained to me his entire backstory about having a girlfriend and where he was from. That did not stop him from sucking me off (with a condom) letting me suck him off (with a condom) and finishing with a joint climax. My chatty Kathy masseur had noted in the afterglow of my semen seeing that the usual white cream was now mostly clear as water, “you’ve been cumming too much.” Well sir, I’m not stopping until sawdust comes out of this thing. It's important to acknowledge that throughout this trip, I've been both happy and impressed with the consistent use of condoms by the MBs and even the guys at Sauna Mania. While I hadn’t used condoms for all my activities during this trip, I did for the majority. Additionally, I'd taken proactive steps for my sexual health by consulting with my doctor ahead of this "sexcation". I was prescribed DoxyPep to guard against bacterial STIs and have been on PrEP as a preventative measure against HIV. It's a responsible choice that I value and am glad that sex workers are protecting themselves. After the massage with the host, I did my little walk of shame down the ramshackle upper floors of Tawan to the street where I noticed several of the dancers and waiters hanging out. I suspect this would have been a ripe time to off guys 'off the record' - and perhaps that is why they were all lined up to watch me mortified that there was an audience to receive me and hour after I seemingly left the building. So, while Tawan did not turn out exactly as I had expected if this had been the only bar for the entire trip I would have been more than satisfied.

Well I don't agree that sex work is "ugly". I think the quote from Peaky Blinder sums it up perfectly -- "Everyone's a whore, Grace. We just sell different parts of ourselves." The world may be a better place if more people were willing to buy and sell sex, affection, and companionship than guns, drugs and hate. However, I can agree that the sex industry is very loosely regulated so whatever verbal contracts, codes and customs should be taken with a great deal of caution for both the buyer and seller. Because there is no Better Business Bureau or Yelp to go running off to and perhaps not even the police if things go sideways. Buyer beware; your mileage may vary; sold the cow, but forgot to ask for the money; hope deferred...

Well fess up now, we are all friends and I have just read for filth 😂.

I think when I wanted to go back to Arena to see my first Mr. Olympia masseur and the "bad boy" I intended to tip an additional 1000 baht so the total would be 3000 baht. That was my most pressing concern was to retroactively add to his tip - which I have awkwardly done before with massuers. When I gave the masseur a tip, it was the minimum, and at the time I was flustered as it was literally my first "day" and I had such little sleep. The head guy also made it a point to loudly remind me of the minimum as I was at the door to exit with the masseur. Hollering that I, "could give more!" but it was just too much to process or comprehend, so I fled, paying only the minimum. Not even a crisp 1000 baht note as these were likely still the scraps of my initial now crumpled pocket money from the airport currency exchange. In retrospect, I do wish I would have tipped 2000 baht but I was overwhelmed and had a weak grasp of how I could gauge a minimum/maximum or what the exchange rate even meant. However, I would return (see: Day 6) and spoiler alert - he didn't even bother to play-act putting the 100 baht note on the change dish this time 😂. My tipping confidence and skill increased as the days went on - you'll have to wait until Day 6 to learn how. Thank you all for Memento style helping me remember and relive this experience 😅. This is not a live report but based on my addled recollection and contemporaneous itinerary/notes.

It was a 60-minute in the VIP then that would have been 900 Baht + Tip! My bad, Arena was a fantastic value. I don't want to claim it was not now or in the moment. However, I am still salty over that 100 baht unauthorized tip to the attendant. 😇