Bangkok/Pattaya June-July 2016 Trip Report: To Butterfly or not to Butterfly

[bucknaway]

Numazu, I have to agree that your post are very entertaining.  Don't tell Vinapu that I am 2 timing him by enjoying both of your posts on these forums.  

[numazu]

Day 12.75: Float like a Butterfly

 

Butterfly Status: on fire

 

Cambodia Boy (CB) agrees to this, and tells me he will try to hang out in Toy Boys for a while and wait for me while I finish with Thai boy. He tells me to pay for my drink and my boy’s drink and off fee, and he will just pay for his and his boy and I can just pay him after. I motion to mamasan that I am done. Two drinks for 200 baht each, and 400 baht off fee and Thai boy leaves to change. Comes back in very fashionable clothes and boots and sits back down. We leave and make our way to Second Rd, holding hands the whole time. I tell him where the condo was and he guides me to the road, his left hand on the small of my back. We flag down a baht bus with three other people already in it and we sit down. He sits right next to me and continues to hold my hand. On the ride over he tries to kiss me numerous times. I resist at first but succumb towards the end of the ride. I’ve remained hard since leaving Toy Boys.

 

We get out of the bus and head over to the condo building. He starts to hold my hand but I let go. Act cool in front of condo security haha. Security at the guard gate salute us. We get to the lobby and more security there but do not mind us. We get to the room and he takes off all his clothes in under 5 seconds (a pro). He lets me appreciate his body. It is taut, youthful and amazing. He has golden brown skin that complements his classic Thai face. I touch his cock till it grows to a respectable size. I’ll have fun with this boy.

 

We shower together. Shower fun means fondling, kissing, almost humping. We towel off and continue on the bed. Lots of kissing, sucking, dry humping, me rimming him. This goes on for a while. Finally I tell him I will fuck him now. I reach for the condoms and put one on. I take some lube, grease up my pole, and then reach over to put some lube in his hole. I put a finger in, his hole is really really tight. I continue putting lube and he tries to not make a grimace but its clear he is not used to this. I ask him, are you a bottom? He says yes. I do not believe him. Is he that desperate for money that he is willing to be topped?

 

I finger him some more and try to get him loose. I suck him to lessen the pain. It’s clear he is not used to this. I tell him I am not big. He says it is ok. He is on his back with legs up when I then try to put it in. Fuck he is so tight. Not the whole head in and I am having difficulty putting it in. I believe it now when he says he doesn’t get fucked. I get the whole head in and he cries in pain. I am firm and tell him to relax. He tried to squeeze me out but I am firm. I have never been so hard in my life. I lean over to kiss him. I stroke his cock to make it better. Inch by inch I put it in slowly. He tries to not show he is pained but it is obvious he is. I ask him if he is ok he says yes. After a few minutes I am all in. I do a modest thrust and he screams out in pain.

 

I ask again and he says he is “happy”. There was something both hot and wrong about this, I have to admit. I try a few more thrusts and he relaxes a little bit. My cock is rock hard still. All this stimulation and tightness and pretty soon I shoot. It didn’t take me much. I kiss him and slowly pull out. He screams as I pull out. He is drenched in sweat. He then smiles and says that was good (yeah, right). I take off the condom and jack off my cock with it still covered with my cum. He then takes my cock and jacks it off as well. I am still hard. I reach over his now soft cock and try to wake it up. I take his hand off my cock and lay him down. I kiss him and while stroking him, calming him down. Pretty soon he is hard. I put his hard cock in my mouth and he likes this. After a few minutes with my mouth he is close to shooting. He takes out his cock and shoots near my mouth. That was hot.

 

We shower again together and laugh about the experience. I ask him why he told me he was a bottom, he said he liked me a lot (yeah right). He’s not taking down that façade tonight. We are clean again and we towel off. We both put clothes back on and I reach in and give him 1500 baht. He is happy with this and hugs me and kisses me. This was a hot/weird/funny off, and just the right amount of all three to make it worth it.

 

While we make our way down the condo lobby I check my Line. I have two missed calls from CB. I check the messages and see some from CB – Where are you? Are you done? Why so long? I immediately say we are done and just heading to the lobby. I check the time, it has been a little over an hour with Thai boy, from Boyztown to lobby. I escort Thai boy to Second Rd and I see CB and Khmer boy waiting. I apologize to both for taking too long. CB hugs me and asks if I was happy. Heck yeah, I just got laid and about to go for more. Thai boy speaks to Khmer Boy (KB) for a little bit, waves at me, and then catches a baht bus.

 

We head our way back to the condo building. Same salute from guard shack, same ignore from security at lobby. No sign of weirdness that I am taking two boys now, different from the one I just took in an hour ago. Good sign (Advatage: Condo). On the way to the room I try to talk to KB. The English is not so good. I ask CB what they did. They said after Toy Boys they went to the beach to talk some more. And then decided to just wait at the condo.

 

We get to the room and it was kind of awkward at first. Noone really knew what to do or where to sit. I break the ice and tell CB to take a shower. I reach for a fresh towel in the closet (the condo unit had at least 8 fresh towels available, Advantage: Condo). CB disappears into the bathroom with clothes on.

 

KB is in a simple white t-shirt and jeans. Fairly simple attire. I tell him to get comfortable. He immediately takes off his shoes, then pants, then t-shirt. Now I understand why CB picked him. He sits down next to me in the couch:

 

 

I try to get to know him in a span of CB’s quick shower. Name? Age? Where from? How long Toy Boys? What do you in bed? His name is one syllable, he is 21, he is from Battambang province in Cambodia, he’s been working for a month, he is a top. The last one, though a surprise, doesn’t bother me as much. I’ve already topped today, I am just eager to see how these two guys will get on. He is very cute, has a very youthful face, and a cute but shy smile. His body is flawless, more lighter-skinned than most Khmers I’ve met here, and has beautifully youthful and lean muscular body. I touch his abs, he takes my hand and guides it to his cock. I massage it till it grows. It doesn’t take me much to get hard as well. I just came 30 minutes ago, and here I am ready for more.

 

CB emerges from the shower in a towel. KB gets up and goes in the bathroom. I follow with a towel, and get a glimpse of his hard cock while I hand him the towel. I let him shower and turn my attention to CB. CB gives me a kiss and asks me if I took the time to talk to KB. I said yes and I think he is a good guy. I told him that KB told me he is a top, but that is OK and I hope CB has a good time. CB asks me if I wanted to join them. I asked if he wanted me to. He says he wanted me to be there and have fun with them.

 

Now KB emerges from the shower in a towel. I now have two gorgeous Cambodian boys in my room in towels. I peel off both towels and reveal their semi-hardness. I take off all my clothes and lay on the bed. CB guides KB to the bed and they both lay with me. With KB in the middle, both boys start kissing. I start jacking off both cocks while they kiss. This is amazing.

 

CB then starts sucking KB. KB then turns to me and starts kissing me. CB takes my cock and strokes it while he sucks KB. I stop kissing KB to suck on his nipples. This goes on for a while, KB being the center of attention of CB and I. Everything seems to flow nicely, the awkwardness has gone away. KB lays CB down and he starts dry humping HB. I take this opportunity to kiss CB. CB is enjoying being in the middle. I reposition myself and get my cock in CB’s mouth.

 

I knew what KB wanted. I take a condom and take the wrapper off and put the condom on KB’s hard cock. I take the lube and lube up KB’s cock. I take another helping of lube and put some in CB’s hole. I lay back down and put the remainder of the lube on my cock and start stroking.

 

And there it is. KB positions himself and starts putting his cock in CB. Slowly at first, then faster, he gets into a rhythm. CB moans with pleasure, the same moans that I am familiar with. I try not to disturb such beauty, though I put the occasional hand on KB’s ass, or give an assuring kiss for CB. KB is such a top stud. CB is clearly enjoying it. I lay beside them, stroking my cock, and just feel lucky that I get to witness such splendor.

 

KB asks me if I wanted him to cum. Suddenly, this puts things in context for me again. As much as these boys are having fun, they still believe that I call the shots. I tell him to pull out and cum on CB’s chest. KB rides CB and lets out a healthy rope of thick white cum. CB isn’t far behind, and soon cums with KB’s help. I get in the middle, stroking my cock, with KB and CB helping me along with lips to kiss or to nibble. Soon I cum for the third time today, probably the biggest one of them all. I thought you weren’t supposed to that at 35.

 

I laugh out loud, kissing both boys, trying to catch my breathe. CB asks if I was OK. I kiss him deeply in response. I tell them to clean up, KB gets up first and showers. CB gets a fresh towel and towels both of us off. We cuddle while we wait for KB. KB comes out, sheepishly, as if thinking he was disturbing a couple resting in the bed. I get up and put some clothes on. I tell CB I’ll take KB down to the lobby. I fish out 1500 baht and give it to KB. He appreciates the money. A few words of Khmer to CB and KB and I were out there door.

 

Small talk with KB. I love his voice. I admire his face. A lot of sweetness in this kid that I didn’t have time to get to know tonight. I think that I wouldn’t have even met this kid if I was alone, because I wouldn’t have picked him in any circumstance other than tonight, because he is a top. I push the button that opens the main door in the lobby. I say goodbye. He smiles and walks away.

 

Back at the room, CB is showering. It’s almost 3 AM, and instead of being tired, I am exhilarated. It’s been a while since I lived fully in the moment, not caring about past burdens and future troubles. CB peeks out of the bathroom. “Shower you too?” Yes, I say, me too.

[vinapu]

Numazu, I have to agree that your post are very entertaining.  Don't tell Vinapu that I am 2 timing him by enjoying both of your posts on these forums.  

Vinapu is right here. I enjoy numazu posts  immensely , better written,  more entertaining and much more personal than my dry productions.

We can only hope than more members will chip in with their reports as those are keeping forum vibrant and worth returning to every day, 

[vinapu]

 

We shower again together and laugh about the experience. I ask him why he told me he was a bottom, he said he liked me a lot (yeah right)......... 

 

 

 

.....Same salute from guard shack, same ignore from security at lobby. No sign of weirdness that I am taking two boys now, different from the one I just took in an hour ago. ..........

 

Small talk with KB. I love his voice. I admire his face. A lot of sweetness in this kid that I didn’t have time to get to know tonight. ....

do not discount  what boy said, sure they like our money but it doesn't mean they loose an interest once paid.

Yes they just may like us, quite a few times I noticed that boy even if paid is in no rush to leave and kind of anxious to linger a bit longer - good opportunity to steal some kisses.

 

Security guards saw it all and even more plus probably they are trained not to blink an eye.

 

You don't need to answer as it's nobody's business but I'm curious like hell, why you did not keep such a gem till morning ?

[Guest Reddragyn]

Wow! What a great night and a great report. Felt like I was there (and wish I had been!)    Great work... keep it up. In all ways

[numazu]

No   I meant your latest post stopped at a very Hot Place in the story. heHe

 

 

I hate chopping up the posts, but there was so many things that happened that I could not make a super long post. It builds up the suspense though

 

Numazu, I have to agree that your post are very entertaining.  Don't tell Vinapu that I am 2 timing him by enjoying both of your posts on these forums.  

 

 

Haha I'm sure you have enough love for the both of us .

 

Vinapu is right here. I enjoy numazu posts  immensely , better written,  more entertaining and much more personal than my dry productions.

We can only hope than more members will chip in with their reports as those are keeping forum vibrant and worth returning to every day, 

 

 

vinapu your last trip report inspired me to frequent your mono diet bar, Tawan. To great success . Thanks!

[numazu]

do not discount  what boy said, sure they like our money but it doesn't mean they loose an interest once paid.

Yes they just may like us, quite a few times I noticed that boy even if paid is in no rush to leave and kind of anxious to linger a bit longer - good opportunity to steal some kisses.

 

That has happened to me numerous times. Sometimes to late afternoon I often wondered if they were wanting to stay a second night.

 

 

Security guards saw it all and even more plus probably they are trained not to blink an eye.

 

 

Not sure it would be the same with a hotel, especially with the parade of boys I did this night. I don't think the condo security even takes ID. Maybe they assume everyone with a key card is a resident and the rooms don't have occupancy limits.

 

 

You don't need to answer as it's nobody's business but I'm curious like hell, why you did not keep such a gem till morning ?

 

 

I am starting slow. This is my first boy threesome in Thailand, I was not ready for a threesome long time situation. Well, let me say I wasn't ready tonight . Besides, I was looking forward to cuddling with CB all night.

[Jasper]

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[anddy]

Not sure it would be the same with a hotel, especially with the parade of boys I did this night. I don't think the condo security even takes ID. Maybe they assume everyone with a key card is a resident and the rooms don't have occupancy limits.

 

you can't compare a condo to a hotel. There is no such thing as "security" that would police visitors of residents (unless visitors come unaccompanied to visit a resident and request access to te premises). There are no hotel-like operations, these are private homes of people, and as such everyone can do with and in their rooms what they want, including bringing as many people as they wish, none of the condo's or security's business whatsoever. Since you were a resident, as evidenced by possession of the key card, all this applies to you as well. That the AirBnB thing makes it somewhat hotel-like is a private thing between the owner and you, and again outside the scope of the condo and their security.

 

A condo is a condo, a hotel is a hotel, and a serviced apartment is somewhere in between, though closer to a hotel than a condo. Serviced apartment can be a neat alternative to a hotel if you want the home-away-from-home thing but with the amenities of hotel service (i.e. maid and such)

[ggobkk]

I have to admit that when I open the board on my laptop, I look first to see if numazu has posted a new installment.  While completely different, this form of impatient waiting on my part must be somewhat similar to those who waited for a new chapter from Dickens or an new Sherlock Holmes mystery.  

[bucknaway]

Not to go off topic, does anyone know how to tag a post as "liked" using the mobile interface? I would like the post above if I could.

[ct2005]

Not to go off topic, does anyone know how to tag a post as "liked" using the mobile interface? I would like the post above if I could.

[vinapu]

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Jasper , I'm shocked !

[vinapu]

 

Not sure it would be the same with a hotel, especially with the parade of boys I did this night. I don't think the condo security even takes ID. Maybe they assume everyone with a key card is a resident and the rooms don't have occupancy limits.

 

 

Don't worry , they would be amazed perhaps but certainly not to create any problems.

 

I had my fun at Raya with multiple visitors in the begining of Jun , at times they look at me with amazement but never with contempt. 

[numazu]

Day 13:  About a (Cambodia) Boy

 

Last night was fun, no doubt. I started the day with the intention of just spending time with Cambodia Boy (CB) all day and night. Believe me, he is a handful, and more than enough to handle in sex, in hanging out, and in even just talking. He gets fired up on the smallest things, which reveals he is passionate in almost everything he does. He wears his heart on his sleeve, which is a bad trait for a money boy to have. Though I am not sure if he is like that with all of his customers, or only to people he is comfortable with, like me. As money boys go, I have known CB the longest, corresponded with him through Line and Line calls the most, and probably have gone through the most emotions with him.

 

After the shower last night we talk in bed. His English is really good. At 18 he found a generous Cambodian sugar daddy that took care of him. The daddy put him through some schooling including English lessons. He also got him his the nose job and upgraded his sense of style. From innocent country boy to fresh city boy, he thrived in Phnom Penh. Until he turned 21, that was when he got dumped for a younger, more innocent model, and he was left to fend for himself. He tried to work in legitmate jobs, but the money didn’t really compare to the earnings of a money boy. So he goes to Pattaya at the insistence of one of his Cambodian buddies who worked in Jomtien Complex. The rest is money boy history.

 

We talk for a bit before going to bed. About Khmer Boy (KB) and how he reminded CB of someone he knew back in Cambodia. I ask him if he would want him to be his boyfriend. He said he was pretty sure KB was straight. CB is interested only in gay men. He asks me about my BF and my relationship with him. I tell him the truth every time he asks me. He wonders why I was still with my BF. I tell him I love my BF and it’s a perfect fit. Probably not sexually but definitely with everything else. He wonders why we weren’t BFs. I tell him because we are not in the same place in our lives. I do not want to support him. He tells me once he earns enough and quits the business, he will want me as a BF. I believe him. No reason for him to lie tonight.

 

We sleep, me cuddling his smooth amazing body. I remember dreaming about him as my BF, one of those things where you dream about the one thing that you have wondering about recently. I remember myself in the dream feeling happy and alive. I wake up with him in my arms, feeling happy and alive. I wonder if it was possible. This happens to me a lot in Thailand.

 

I look at the time, it is almost 1:30 PM. The exertions of the night, the late night conversation, and the contentment of being with this amazingly complex boy, gave me a full restful sleep. I pull away from my embrace, he stirs and adjusts. I get up to pee and fire up the shower. I brush my teeth and finish showering. I come out and see CB playing with his phone. I go to him for a kiss. He kisses me fast and says he needs to brush his teeth. I laugh and then watch him go to the bathroom. Toothbrush, shower, his face regime, and he comes out, all fresh, styled and polished. “You hungry baby?” I say “Yes baby”. I use google maps to look for a good breakfast place in these parts (Central Pattaya Rd and Second Rd). I know where to go near Boyztown but not here. I look at my search and see some good hits. Looking at the Tripadvisor reviews, identify the one with the best reviews, and map it out. It’s obvious that I like planning, and not wandering aimlessly to find a restaurant.

 

We walk south on Second Rd and then turn right on Central Pattaya Rd. Walk a few more meters and we get to Jasmin’s Café. Smaller than what I thought it would be, the vibe of the café reminds me of those small independent cafes in Seattle. Seating is sparse and varied. Décor is precious and unique. Staff barebones but attentive. We sit inside and look at the menu. I order an American Breakfast and coffee, CB orders spaghetti and fruit juice.

 

 

The food arrives fast and was good. CB asks me to take a selfie with him and the food. Probably gets posted right away in his Facebook. I sometimes go on his Facebook and check out the various photos of him with a meal, oftentimes in nice restaurants. I wonder how many of those were with customers? At least he seems to get a lot of customers that get him long time.

 

I ask him what he wanted to do today. He said maybe I would be interested in checking out his bar in Jomtien Complex. I thought that was a great idea. I've actually never been to his bar. I met him in Grindr and never set foot in Jomtien Complex with him. I asked if I would be able to meet new boys there. He said yes, his friends are nice. I get excited. We go through the meal with pleasant conversation.

 

I feel that I need to get a haircut now. Hanging in a bar drinking beers with cute boys meant that they can assess what I look like longer than if it would be in a gogo bar. While looks probably won’t matter much for a paying customer (I assume), I still want to at least make an effort with looking presentable for the boys.

 

I pay for the meal (650 baht), and we head towards Beach Rd to catch a Baht Bus to Central Festival Pattaya Mall to go to my usual salon there. We get to the 2^nd Floor and get to Hair Well Salon. CB looks at the prices for the services. He says 300 baht is a lot for a haircut. I tell him its farang price. He laughs and sits down in one of the reception chairs. I get my shampoo, the cut, and then rinse. The stylist puts some product in my hair. Its not gonna get any better than this. I pay the fee and give 100 baht tip to the stylist.

 

Since we were in the mall, I knew exactly where CB wanted to go to next. We go back to the ground floor to the Beach Rd side of the mall and go into H&M. I tell CB he can get one thing. He knows this about me and knew exactly what to pick. He goes to the fitting room and tries it on. He looks amazing in this sexy long sleeved shirt that accentuated his chest and broad shoulders. He goes back in the fitting room and changes back. He hands me the shirt and I pay 900 baht. I give him the bag and he is very happy with purchase. Heading to the exit of the mall, he hugs me and says thanks. He says he will wear it tonight to the bar to make the other boys jealous. He says I have you and this pretty shirt, so everyone else will be envious of me. I find this funny and sweet at the same time.

 

With all my travels to Thailand, I have been fairly adventurous, and been fairly generous (with my money, time and affection) to the boys that have been generous to me (with their effort, time, and affection),  but there is one thing that is unnegotiable: I never send a boy any money when I am back home in California. No matter how in love I am, no matter how amazing the boy is, and no matter how dire the reason is to ask for money, I simply will not do it. I have been close to giving money numerous times before, with almost every boy I see for more than 2 nights. Not every boy asks, but the ones that do, usually have a good reason in hand. No dead buffaloes or sick parents, more no customers for weeks or money lost through theft or big bills due. It breaks my heart when they ask, because after spending a few days and weeks caring for the boy, you want to take care of them and want the best for them. 

 

CB probably is the guiltiest party to this money plea while I am overseas. First time he asked, he said that he needed money to live. He said he has not eaten that day, and there haven’t been any customers for a week. After a lot of pleading I still held firm. Later that day he said he was able to borrow 2000 baht from his friend. He didn’t resent me for not sending him anything, and continued to correspond with me like before. The next time he asked was 2 weeks after a trip where I spent a good chunk of time with him and had an intense time, sex and emotions-wise. He told me he lost 40,000 baht while he was in Walking Street, and needed money “for eat”. I always chastised him for not having a bank account, and he always kept his money in his pocket or wallet. He said he lost it while hanging out with friends walking in Walking Street. I believed his reasons, and really wanted to help him. But I didn’t. I do not want to start this slippery slope. Again, he did not resent me for it, and never asked me again after that. Our subsequent meetings haven’t been affected by my refusals, and actually have been better.

 

It’s almost 4 PM so it was almost time for my 2^nd fitting at the tailor. We get there and my primary tailor was not there yet. We get served some colas, beers and water while we wait. I open up a Chang beer, he takes a Heineken. We wait for 15 minutes when the tailor arrives with my suit jacket. I go to the changing room. The suit jacket is finished and I try it on. It sits pretty slim in the waist but not too bad. If I don’t get fatter I can pull this off. Its good motivation to stay the way I am or  become thinner. I ask for some minor alterations in the length of the sleeves. I try on the two pants which were already done and they fit perfectly, with the slim trim that I wanted. Tailor says to come back at 7:30 PM to pick up the finished product.

 

We head back to the condo and CB tell me what he wanted to do. He said since its almost 5 he will go back to his room and change and take care of things. He will go back to the condo in time to go back to the tailor because he wanted to help me with taking the suits and shirts back to the condo. I find this perfectly fine, and shows he is considerate and mindful of the time needed to go to the tailor, have dinner, and then go to Jomtien. He kisses me and leaves. I take this chance to take a nap. I try to save up my energy for tonight, because I am pretty sure I will have a long night ahead of me again, this time at Jomtien Complex.

 

To be continued

[vinapu]

1. I wake up with him in my arms, feeling happy and alive. I wonder if it was possible. This happens to me a lot in Thailand.

 

2.I use google maps to look for a good breakfast place......

 

3. there is one thing that is unnegotiable: I never send a boy any money when I am back home in California.

 

4. He told me he lost 40,000 baht while he was in Walking Street, and needed money “for eat”. 

1. you not only one with that feeling, this is reason I prefer long times over short time styrofoam.

 

2. I understand using google maps to find breakfast place although being old timer I still use my eyes but how do you know it's good one ? 

 

3. Very smart, I'm all for generosity for boys but for something in return. If they get money just for asking we have point 4. 

 

4. If that's true,  I don't want to sound cruel but he deserved to go hungry for a while to get his brain in the balance. But being you I'd think ' nice try" with such a story, he still deserved to go hungry for lying.

 

waiting for more , you are master of suspense? Was Hitchcock your ancestor?

[Alexx]

Sure, that he had 40,000 baht in cash and lost it sounds quite unlikely, but if true, I think he should be forgiven for not having a bank account. Even if he's familiar with the concept (a big if in itself, many people in Cambodia don't have bank accounts to this day!), opening a bank account in Thailand as a Cambodian who supposedly has neither a long-term visa nor a work permit isn't really that easy. He's not exactly the kind of customer a Thai bank is eager to woo.

[Guest abang1961]

Isn't it funny that here in Singapore, each child "automatically" gets a new bank account from the time he/she is born. As a Chinese, I received cash (in red envelopes) during festive seasons.  All these monies went straight to the bank.

 

I did not get to touch it until I was in college.  The minimum age to have a debit card is 14 year old. I remembered that for years my daily withdrawal limit was SGD 100.  Only when I reached 40, it was raised to SGD 500 (about THB 12500), a request from the bank and not from me!

 

As foreigner. I had a Malaysian account but not a Thai one.  There isn't a Thai bank smart enough to coerce Singaporeans to deposit some cash with them.  My Malaysian account allows me to withdraw cash from Malaysia with a token MYR 5 (THB 50) admin fee.  The catch is to maintain a minimum of SGD 500 monthly - that's really not much.

[numazu]

Day 13.5 Tailor Swift

 

When Cambodia Boy (CB) leaves I call Tong, the off from Tawan in Day 11.5. I call and there is no answer. I lay in bed and try to get some sleep. I almost drift to sleep when my phone rings. It’s Tong calling me back. He says hello and asks how I was doing. I tell him I was in Pattaya. He asks if I wanted him to be there. I tell him not today, but I ask if it would be possible for him to come in the afternoon tomorrow to spend the night, and then he can drive me back to BKK the next day. He tells me he goes to the gym around noon everyday and can make his way to Pattaya after that. I ask where we should meet, because I'm not sure how familiar he is with Pattaya. He suggests meeting at Central mall. He will call me tomorrow before he leaves for Pattaya. He will park at the mall and look for me and then we can go from there. So I guess I have Tong for tomorrow night. The possibilities.

 

I get some sleep for an hour before my phone rings again, the familiar Line call ringtone. It is CB and he is at the lobby. I hurry down to fetch my boy. I open the main condo door and I see him waiting, looking gorgeous in his new long-sleeved shirt, grinning widely. That was money well spent. We get back to the room and I tell him to sit tight while I take a shower and get ready. He takes selfies of himself in the condo, no doubt I will see all these photos on his Facebook soon.

 

I consider my clothing options, kicking myself for not bringing my long jeans with me (I left it at the BKK condo), in my attempt to match CB’s nice ensemble of long sleeves and long pants. I settle for a tight black tshirt and shorts. I guess shorts is Official Farang Wear™ because of our intolerance to the heat and humidity that is ever present in the country, but I wanted to look as nice and presentable as CB. I haven’t been bothered before of the looks disparity between me and my boy, but now seeing CB very well put together, trendy-styled hair and nice clothes, I wanted at least make an effort. Oh well, these rags will have to do.

 

We walk to AMAA tailors and my primary tailor was waiting for me. He warmly shakes both of our hands and shows me the merchandise. He asks me to try on the full suit and to choose a shirt to try on with the suit. I ask CB what shirt to try on, he chooses the baby blue shirt. In the fitting room I take off my shoes, shirt and shorts. Try on the shirt and pants and they feel nice. I get out and tailor is waiting to put on the suit jacket. I put in on and get in the front of the full length mirror. Not too bad. Pants hug my hips and butt pretty well to show the illusion of fitness. It tapers to the ankles to round out the slim fit. Jacket not too slim in the waist, and the sleeve length they have fixed and now I can see my watch when I need to. I turn around and ask CB what he thinks. He smiles widely and tells me I am handsome. He takes a few photos and then takes a selfie with me. I tell him I hope that doesn’t end up in his Facebook.

 

These guys do great work. I thank them for another great job and appreciated that they got it all done in one day. Unbelievable. They pack the suit, another pair of pants and the shirt I just tried on in a garment bag. He packs the six other shirts in a bag. He asks to pick my free tie (I get a free tie for every suit I buy). I have CB pick one. He chooses a smart red one. Tailor tells me to pick another one, I get a cool lavender one. He then says “You are good customer, pick a third one.” I smile and I pick a yellow one (power tie color!). I am set for my corporate wear for years to come.

 

I paid 5000 baht down payment yesterday, I pay the 10,000 baht balance today, all with my Visa (no foreign transaction fees, exchange rate competitive). About $425 for a basic black two-piece suit, beige pants, and seven shirts, all custom-tailored to my odd proportions (short torso, muscular, broad shouldered and chest, small-ish waist). Most probably will cost at least four times if I get similar service back home. I have gotten 5 suits and some shirts from them in the past, and they have stood the test of time and American dry cleaners. Worth every penny. I give 500 baht tip to my tailor (a whopping $14). He appreciates the business and reminds me that I can get free alterations anytime for the clothes I’ve bought from them "forever”.

 

CB takes the garment bag and the bag with shirts as we leave. I ask him if I can take one, he said no he is fine. 10-minute walk back to the condo. He hangs the garment bag in the closet. I think for a second of wearing the shirt and pants to the night out, but I don’t want to look like a Japanese businessman tonight. I want to blend in as much as possible. Last minute freshening up and we head back down. From Second Rd, we cut through the Hard Rock Hotel to get to Beach Rd to catch a Baht Bus to Jomtien. As we make our way through the hotel he tells me the handful of times he has been to this hotel to meet customers. He says this hotel is a favorite of white farang, and the pizza in their restaurant is delicious. We get to Beach Rd and flag down a Baht Bus, and he continues with a story about one particular customer that he had in that hotel. I won’t get into details in case he is on here, but I have got to say, guy, you are one kinky motherfucker, and I thank you for paying my boy a lot of money to get that kind of service.

 

We get off at South Pattaya Rd and Second Rd and get on another Baht Bus waiting for customers. The bus fills up quickly and we are on our way. With the bus filled to capacity he stops telling his filthy story, thank goodness. I feel good that CB loves telling me his customer stories. I am slightly horrified about some of the stuff he tells me, but overall it gives me great insight on what he has to endure in his line of work. It is mostly good experiences, and he derives some fun in the process, but there is the occasional horrible and bordering in traumatic experience that brings tears to his eyes. Some of you have written to me, telling me that I should write a book or sell movie rights to my experiences here in Thailand. Nope, wrong guy, CB leads a much more interesting life and he should be the one selling his stories. And he needs the money.

 

On the bus ride CB asks me what kind of food I wanted to eat tonight. I say I don’t care, but since he looked so good tonight, and I felt happy with what the tailor has made up for me, that I wanted to take him to someplace nice where we can talk and be romantic with each other. We get off Soi 1 on Thapphraya Rd to get to the complex. He suggests going to this restaurant just at the start of the Soi. I usually take note of the name of the restaurant for reporting purposes but I seem to have forgotten to do it for this restaurant! But iPhone photo geotagging saves me. I look for the photos I took of the food we ate, and click on “Collections” and put my thumb on all the places I’ve been and see a map of all my photos Ive taken. For Jomtien I see this:

 

 

OK the photos I took at the restaurant is close to the Poseidon Hotel. Looking online I see that the restaurant is the “Poseidon’s Wine Cellar and Restaurant”. Its kind of fancy. We get there around 8:30 PM and on a Wednesday night the restaurant is about a third full. There was a big party of farangs in one of the tables and they had a lot of wine ordered. Some farang straight couples enjoying their dinner. We get sat down on the terrace outside (night was relatively cool so aircon was not needed). Cute wait staff. I ask CB if he has eaten here before, he says no its his first time but he always walks by here and have been curious about it.

 

The waiter gives us a prix fixe menu that had a number of appetizers, main course options and dessert for 800 baht a person. Kind of pricey but I did say I wanted a nice dinner with CB so I was more than happy to go with it. The items looks pretty good. Breads with cheese and jam and an apricot soup for starters, a choice of steak, chicken or fish for the main, and some banana chocolate concoction for dessert. I suggested to get wine for drinks, but CB tells me to go easy with the alcohol for now because he fully expects to get really drunk at his bar later, so its probably smart to pace ourselves. I ask the waiter to get us waters. I follow his advice.

 

The food was excellent, and in generous amounts. CB didn't care for the soup and cheeses, but loved the bread. With every food item coming, CB takes photos and selfies. By the time our main course came in (we both got the steaks), we were almost full!

 

 

Pleasant conversation all throughout. I mostly talked about my work. Not a lot of exciting things to say about my job (as opposed to his), but I did try to explain as much as I could to him. He seemed interested in trying to understand what I do for a living. Its not easy to explain to a money boy what I did for work, his touchstones in life are just so different than mine, so I tried to distill it in terms he can understand. At that point I became fully aware of the enormous distance between our experiences, even if we were just physically 3 feet away.

 

I finish only half my steak, him even less. Dessert comes and we did not have the appetite for it. I tried one banana chocolate medallion and it was good, but could not eat any more. I ask for the check, paid with my Visa and gave the waiter at 100 baht tip. 1800 baht is about $52 for an extra fancy meal, which would just be the cost of a standard meal for two back home. I know I should not think about it in those terms, but it allows me to feel good about paying this kind of money for food in Thailand.

 

CB asks “Are you ready to go Complek?” I say yes, I am eager to start the night. We head further down on Soi 1 and see the whole street alive with activity. There was easily about 10 plus plus plus bars open for business, with their resident boys scattered around the area trying to lure customers to try their bar. Are they all really gay bars? This is a lot of bars open in the low season. I see some farangs in the bars, but for every farang in a bar, there were easily about 5+ boys in the bar either sitting down drinking, standing around or milling about. I wonder if this business model is sustainable.

 

We get to his bar. Tells some of his mates something in Cambodian, and I get sat down on one of the empty chairs. There was some farangs in the main, inside part of the bar, my seat was in the outer part of the bar on the street. One boy asks me what I wanted to drink. I was interested in getting a bottle of whiskey for me and the boys to share. CB quotes it is ~1100-1400 baht with unlimited mixers. He rounds up about 8 boys to sit with us. The boys busily gets the whiskey bottle, some cola and tonic mixers. They arrange the seats in a circle around the table with the drinks.

 

I get served first (cola and whiskey in ice), and one by one the boys get settled in to sit with me and partake in the alcohol. CB sits next to me and holds my hand. Then the boys introduce themselves to me. One of the boys ask, in broken English, where I was from. CB interrupts, and in Khmer, presumably tells them a summary about me. The other boys talk in Thai. One of them utters the word “America!”. I say yes, I am from California.

 

I ask the boys who is Cambodian and who is Thai. Looks like I get 5 Khmers and 3 Thais in my table. Some more boys milling around and sometimes sit with us as well. I asses my lot, probably see myself wanting to sleep with about 3 of them, though at this point I could take them all home and I would be happy. I get mixed attention from the group. Some not talking to me, others giving me kisses and occasionally sitting on my lap. I whisper to CB that I may pick a third for us to sleep with tonight. He says to tell him who as soon as I decide so he can talk to the boy.

 

I finish my first drink. The boys decide to play a game with me.

 

To be continued (why am I so wordy??? apologies)

[vinapu]

What? another suspension? One a day would be enough, there are older men  here with high blood pressure LOL

[numazu]

you can't compare a condo to a hotel. There is no such thing as "security" that would police visitors of residents (unless visitors come unaccompanied to visit a resident and request access to te premises). There are no hotel-like operations, these are private homes of people, and as such everyone can do with and in their rooms what they want, including bringing as many people as they wish, none of the condo's or security's business whatsoever. Since you were a resident, as evidenced by possession of the key card, all this applies to you as well. That the AirBnB thing makes it somewhat hotel-like is a private thing between the owner and you, and again outside the scope of the condo and their security.

 

A condo is a condo, a hotel is a hotel, and a serviced apartment is somewhere in between, though closer to a hotel than a condo. Serviced apartment can be a neat alternative to a hotel if you want the home-away-from-home thing but with the amenities of hotel service (i.e. maid and such)

 

 

True, there is no one there obligated to actually check on the boy you take home. You get treated like any other resident with key card access. I've been reading some stuff online about guests abusing this privilege, having big noisy parties or inviting many friends to use the pool or gym. I'm sure my modest threesomes pale in comparison to those people .

 

 

Don't worry , they would be amazed perhaps but certainly not to create any problems.

 

I had my fun at Raya with multiple visitors in the begining of Jun , at times they look at me with amazement but never with contempt. 

 

 

I feel I can do this at the Crowne Plaza but never tried more than one boy. Though over Songkran I've had 5-6 friends go with me to our room to hang out and not have problems. I don't know why they would have a problem if I brought the same number of working boys.

 

 

1. you not only one with that feeling, this is reason I prefer long times over short time styrofoam.

 

2. I understand using google maps to find breakfast place although being old timer I still use my eyes but how do you know it's good one ? 

 

3. Very smart, I'm all for generosity for boys but for something in return. If they get money just for asking we have point 4. 

 

4. If that's true,  I don't want to sound cruel but he deserved to go hungry for a while to get his brain in the balance. But being you I'd think ' nice try" with such a story, he still deserved to go hungry for lying.

 

waiting for more , you are master of suspense? Was Hitchcock your ancestor?

 

 

I have been so used to google maps and trip advisor (and yelp, where available) when on travel (and I do a lot of it), its like second nature to me now. Its obviously limiting me to those establishments preferred by tourists (at least outside the U.S.), but its a godsend for when a place is unfamiliar.

 

I am not a Hitchcock descendant, though like him, I love blondes, at least when back home.

 

 

Sure, that he had 40,000 baht in cash and lost it sounds quite unlikely, but if true, I think he should be forgiven for not having a bank account. Even if he's familiar with the concept (a big if in itself, many people in Cambodia don't have bank accounts to this day!), opening a bank account in Thailand as a Cambodian who supposedly has neither a long-term visa nor a work permit isn't really that easy. He's not exactly the kind of customer a Thai bank is eager to woo.

 

 

I've often wondered about this. If you are Cambodian or Burmese or Lao and want to open a bank account in Thailand, what are your options? What if the boy doesn't send money home and just want to save? I want to help CB save him money but don't know how in Thailand. I thought if you were part of ASEAN it would be easier than if I was going to open a bank account, but maybe not.

[colmx]

I believe the 40K lost story...

on my second last visit one of my farang friends had a Khmer boy to stay overnight and the Khmer boy asked him if he could put his money in his safe before a morlam concert. The boy deposited 26,000B in the safe... his takings from 2 weeks in Pattaya during his university holidays.

 

Numazu:

Love the trip report... wish I was able to write in such an immersive manner... Really appreciate the feeling or almost being there!

 

I am curious - you are still quite young, but I never hear you mention going to discos or clubs (except for the 1 visit to DJ station earlier)

On this current trip your Condo at Centric Sea was only 200M from NAB and 400M from Tumnan Issan... yet you never visited either (so far!) in this report

 

Is there any particular reason why you have never been to either with your BF du jour?

Whilst I love the bars... a night for me is never over until I have brought a boy and a gang to one of Pattaya night not spots!

[ct2005]

Initially I thought the Tawan Tong episode has concluded ... I am so glad that there is sequel for me to look forward to. More please!

[numazu]

Day 13.75 The Jomtien Complexity

 

I have only been going to Thailand for two years and change, so I am unfamiliar with the evolution of the Thai boy bars to its current incarnation. If I were to guess, there was some sort of gogo boy-like bars in the beginning. I am unsure where the Jomtien Complex boy bar model fits into this evolution, but to me it is certainly unique. My take: its quite distinct from the gogo beer bars, gogo show bars, and happy ending massage places, Jomtien Complex is like a fusion of certain parts of Silom Soi 4 and a gogo bar, where you can have drinks on a street in full view of everyone, handy for people watching, with the ability of “offing” boys for immediate company now, or more intimate company further into the night. I am guessing it is a distant cousin of the “host bar” model in Japan, but with boys instead of women. I am aware that there are boy versions of these bars in Japan as well (http://www.kocnet.jp/profile/boys.html and http://kids-jp.com/en/tk/), so maybe it is based on this model.

 

Unique or no, Soi 1 in Jomtien Complex looks like a fun street. So many cute boys milling around. I am unfamiliar of the differences between the bars on the street, or if there are any bars that is head and shoulders above all the others. Not too many clues online. I guess the joy of this is you just have to try the bars to see what you like, instead of outsourcing your decision making process to others. How did people do it before the internet, I have no idea ;-).

 

Compare this to the firm personalities of almost all the gogo bars in Thailand. Everyone knows what they are in for in Dream Boy BKK, because a lot of people have been and have expressed their opinions about it. Tawan, Jupiter, Hot Male. Boyzboyzboyz and Xboys and ABomb. Nature Boys and Eros. All thoroughly curated online. The massage places also have thorough guides as well, especially by DivineMadman and vinapu on this forum. Someone needs to do the same for Jomtien Complex bars. Maybe it exists and I do not know about it? Help me.

 

Back to my boy pile at Cambodia Boy’s bar. It is close to 11 when everyone settles down to drink. CB is holding my hand the whole time, and in hand to translate certain things for me if need be. It doesn’t take long for me to realize that everyone’s English is not as good to be conversational. The Khmer Guy (KGuy) to my left, who is cute and sweet and looks a little bit older than everyone (older as in… late 20s), he tries to talk to me. English is not good but passable, and possibly has the second best English there. I think CB realizes this, that’s why KGuy was seated next to me. The others would try, but would run out of things to say after a few sentences. It was all good though. I am here to take in the craziness of the Soi, gawk at the cute boys, and have fun drinking alcohol in the process. Oh, and witness CB at his element.

 

I may be biased, but CB seems to be a cut above the rest of the boys. Maybe I love him, maybe it’s the familiarity, but it does feel like his skillset to charm, seduce, and extract as much money from a customer is more developed than the rest of the boys. Also, he seems to boss around the boys a lot. Telling them to get more cola, or where to sit, or how to act at times. He would tell them in Khmer, in a soft but firm way of speaking. Maybe its because I am his customer so he feels the need to make feel as comfortable as possible? He seems to be in charge.

 

One of the Khmers is a really hot tall skinny dark-skinned boy, probably early 20s. nice smile and wearing a tight fitting white shirt and tight jeans. He has one of those pencil thin mustaches that help him look his age a little bit. Without it he probably looks way younger. Lets call him Hot Khmer (HotK). I tell CB that I have the hots of HotK, and want him to be our third tonight. He leaves my side and pulls HotK aside to talk to him. Next thing I know CB asks KGuy to sit where HotK was and HotK was then seated next to me. He smiles at me and shakes my hand. A little cold and distant, but the night is young.

 

So a game is gonna be played. I am assuming this is needed because of the lack of mutual language intelligibility. They put a shot of whiskey at the center of the table. They then put a six-sided dice in a glass, and everyone takes turns rolling the dice. I may have the rules all wrong now, but from what I remember, if you roll a one then you have to drink a shot of whiskey, and you get to roll again; roll a six and you get to choose who gets to drink the shot. This accomplishes two things: (1) it finishes the whiskey faster and (2) the hijinks that ensues with people who roll a six get as they get to pick on people nets hilarious results.

 

During the game I get to be lucky and roll a bunch of sixes. I pick on this Khmer Kid (KKid) and have him down the shots everytime I roll a six. I picked on him because he had the most hilarious reaction to getting picked to down a shot: he screams like a girl. As the night wore on and he downs a fair amount of shots, he gets more handsy. Occasionally he would go up to me and ride me like he was riding my cock. He would also fondle my chest and my groin. He would look into my eyes, in his drunken daze, tell me I looked good and he wanted to go home with me now. Lots of kisses and nibbles as well. I act coy and pretend to resist, but I am having a blast.

 

CB also gets a fair amount of shots, and slowly through the night he unwinds and relaxes. I love seeing him relaxed and giggle like the boy he truly is. HotK remains reserved and distant. Maybe this is not a match.

 

I underestimate the volume of the whiskey. It seems to not empty as fast as I expect. Between the mixed drinks and the shots, it is 12:30 AM and there is still a third of the bottle left. A few more rounds of the dice rolls and everyone is just hollering and laughing and having a good time. There are a group of farangs in the next table and they have a few boys with them, and they were having beers. They keep looking at our party whenever a holler and screech is emitted by a boy. We are having a blast. They seem to be a bit quiet in their corner.

 

One of Thai boys (TBoy) gets my attention. He is tall, really skinny, and has a pretty youthful face. His long lashes makes his face a little bit feminine, but his pencil thin mustache neutralizes this effect. He catches me looking at him, and he flashes me this huge smile. I’m a sucker for smiles so I smile back. I notice that KHot is gone. I am not sure how long has been gone. I ask CB where he is. CB leaves to looks for him.

 

KGuy sees that I am without my partners so he sits by my side.  He makes small talk which I appreciate. He asks how I know CB. I tell him I met him in Pattaya and I’ve known him for a long time, probably at the start of his career here. He then says that CB is number one in the bar and really likes me. I find this interesting. KKid then flanks me on the other side, asking me if I can take him home tonight. Lots of touching and kissing and pleas, but I really wasn’t feeling him.

 

CB comes back and tells me that KHot is in another bar with an older farang. I tell him why and CB says its probably a former customer. That’s OK, I said. Maybe he just likes white farang more. No biggie. CB then asks me if there was anyone else I like. I point to TBoy. He comes over to sit with me. KGuy and KKid go to their seats, and we finish the whiskey bottle.

 

CB then asks me what I wanted to do next. I said I was having a lot of fun with the boys, and maybe we can get another bottle. I also wanted to hangout with TBoy more just to feel him out. So they get me another bottle and more mixers. KGuy tells me it is 400 baht discount since it is the second bottle.

 

The game changes to a counting game. Someone starts with choosing a number, usually greater than 30, and then he starts counting with 1, and the game progresses by the boys in the circle counting up to the number chosen. Whoever calls the number chosen needs to take a shot of whiskey. The drinker then picks a new number and the process starts up again.

 

Everyone chose to count in Thai. Some of the Khmers did not know how to count past 12, so they needed help from the others. I did not know how to count in Thai at all, so CB helps me. I google “Counting numbers in Thai” in my phone and get help that way as well. Pretty soon I get the hang of counting in Thai. Whoever said drinking games aren’t educational are wrong.

 

Lots of laughing and hollering while the game is played. My boy, TBoy, seems to be getting an unfair amount of shots, followed by KKid. During this time TBoy gets handsy with me. He lightly kisses me in the lips and puts his arms around me. He smells good. He looks great up close. I get a feel of his body under his shirt, man he has a really lean and hot body. He makes out with me and he seems to be a fairly passionate boy.

 

It is almost 1:30 AM and there is still some whiskey left. We decide to speed up the process by doing rock paper scissors. Not sure how this is played, but some get the shots anyway. Photo stripped of any identifying features to protect the boys and bar:

 

 

I do not play the game and instead get up to pee. On my way back to my party, I get into a pleasant conversation with the owner of the bar and another customer. Both white farang, I get some insight on the owner’s reasons on why he started the bar, how business is, and his boys. He says he has amazing boys. I completely agree. The other white farang was pretty cool too. He loves getting to visit Thailand in his retirement. They comment on my musculature. I am probably too big for what they are used to. They are lovely guys, and I thank the owner for taking care of my CB. He said he has thanked CB for bringing me to the bar.

 

I get back and the Whiskey is gone, and everyone is tipsy or drunk. I see CB talking to TBoy. KKid jumps on me and tries to convince me to take him home. I tell him to give me his Line and we’ll see what we can do tomorrow. Two other boys ask for my Line as well. I reach for some 100 baht bills and give 100 baht to everyone in my party, except CB and TBoy. I get a kiss from some of them. I thank everyone for the great time. I pay up and say a final goodbye to the owner and white farang friend.

 

I start walking and CB is to my right and takes my hand. TBoy to my left puts a hand on my shoulder. My night is nowhere near done.

 

To be continued

 

I swear I wanted to finish the day here but it got too long again. I felt that expanding on the Jomtien experience felt needed because there's not a lot of that in the forums that I can see. I found myself cutting a few things, but still ended up with a damn long post. Apologies!

[anddy]

I am guessing it is a distant cousin of the “host bar” model in Japan, but with boys instead of women. I am aware that there are boy versions of these bars in Japan as well (http://www.kocnet.jp/profile/boys.html and http://kids-jp.com/en/tk/), so maybe it is based on this model.

 

...a damn long post. Apologies!

 

interestingly, I saw several such boy host bars in Japan for women only, no men allowed! One I remember in particular in Osaka had a GIANT billboard above the door, with a dozen or two large pictures of the boys apparently available inside. All of them, with no exception, looked very feminine and/or androgynous. And that's a bar for women only, mind you. Weird concept I thought.... but that's Japan.

 

You apologize if and when you ever write a short post, not a long one, OK!!!?!!!