Bangkok/Phnom Penh/Siem Reap Trip Report: The More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same

[numazu]

Day 7.4: Another Dream Boy

 

I think I’ve forgotten to sleep without having sex before. Another nap induced by cumming. I wake up and again I forget where I was or who I was with. I look at the time and it was 9 PM. I think for a minute as to what I was doing tonight, and who I was doing tonight. The boy next to me sits up and asks “Wake up, na?” That distinctive voice and unique accent was a clue. I look at him and his eyes were big and wide. Those eyes can only be Myanmar Boy (BurBoy). I pull him towards me to kiss him. He kisses me passionately and then lays on top of me. I feel his crotch and again he is hard. Man he is one horny boy. I think my libido is pretty healthy but it is still pales in comparison to a constantly horny 22 year old.

 

I tell him I wanted to go back to Hot Male today to see paulsf and maybe some other GayThailand forum members. He asked if we can go dance at a club tonight. I tell him of course but I wanted to see a boy show before dancing. It looks like I wasn’t going to be able to off any boy in a boy bar the rest of this trip, but nothing is stopping me from seeing a boy show every night. I think the plan is to go to Hot Male and say hi to the forum members, see a boy show, maybe Dream Boy, since it was just next door, and then go to D.J. Station to get our boogie on.

 

I tell BurBoy to shower first and then I’ll join him. He asks if we can do together. I think about it for a minute and then say that he should go alone. I am sure sex will be in the agenda again if I join him and I kind of don’t want my dick to fall off from having too much sex at the moment. While he was in the bathroom I looked at work emails for a bit. I use the other bathroom and do my business and then shower and style my hair etc.

 

While we try on a few shirts for the night, I ask him again why he does not work in a gogo bar. Before moving in with his farang, he worked at a restaurant, one that paid him only 5000 baht a month. He gets tips from customers once in a while but of course these tips were tiny compared to the tips a boy gets for a short or long time off. I tell him: He is gorgeous, has a knockout body, great cock and ass, and a healthy libido. Why not work at a gogo bar for a few months? He says he doesn’t like working in a gogo bar because it is hard work. He thinks he cannot have sex on demand with just anyone.

 

He uttered a phrase that stuck with me when he first uttered it to me when I asked him the same question, this time in Line, a few months ago:

 

 

He distills the entirety of the work of a money boy to just four words: “I wait customer cum.” He says that the few customers he has gotten on the apps, the goal was the same: he has to do what it takes to get the customer to cum. He elaborates that at least on Grindr when he gets customers he can choose the guy, or reject a guy, in the safe confines of his phone. But the money boy work is just not for him, so that’s why restaurant work was good enough for him for a while.

 

He understands that he can get a lot of money if he worked at a gogo bar, but he does dream about going back to Myanmar and making his way there. Just like Cambodia Boy (CB) needing a scooter to take him out of the business, and Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG), paying down his debt that could take him out of Dream Boy, BurBoy has gotten enough money in the two+ months he stayed with his farang so he can relocate in Myanmar and start a new life.

 

We both choose to wear t-shirts, shorts and tennis shoes to the bar. This is one of the things I like about BurBoy. He wears the same clothes as me. I don’t stick out like a sore thumb. We head down to Surawong Rd and head towards Soi Twilight. BurBoy takes my hand and we walk holding hands down Surawong Rd. It was kind of warm tonight with the rains not coming. It was almost 10 PM when we get to the Soi.

 

We spot paulsf right away at the Hot Male beer bar and we say our hellos. paulsf then looks at the fellow farang next to him and he points to me: “It’s him!” he says to his friend. I introduce myself as numazu and he says the he is ggobkk. Another forum member. I was glad and shook his hand. We talk a little bit and got some compliments from them about my writing. You guys are so nice. We order drinks (rum and coke and a beer).

 

So I will let ggobkk talk about the night (from his own trip report):

 

S had been kind enough to introduce me to other forum members who stopped by.  He told me that after T and I left for Jupiter last night, that N had come by with a beautiful boy in tow and might be back tonight.  Sure enough he was, N (and I promise this is the last letter of the alphabet that I will use this trip report) is a Hemingway-esque figure to me.  His reports have helped my travel better and intrigue me and help me expand my horizons.  His boy was/is gorgeous and very comfortable with introducing himself and being publicly affectionate with N.

 

So much going on, a gaggle of Vietnam guys sharing go-go way stories and memories with J, S being the pater familias,  N asking how I liked Jupiter’s show, true guys’ night out.  Then N and friend left for show time, P gave me a big hug and kiss and said he had to go back to Fresh Boys for his show (S told me P gets paid more when he dances and appears in the show), I give P 1,000 baht as a going away thanks (sort of an “off without benefits” tip).  

 

I never think about BurBoy being publicly affectionate to me until I read it from ggobkk’s report. Why yes he is very publicly affectionate. He always has a hand connected to me. Be it a hand in my hand, his shoulder leaned over to me, or an arm around me. I talk to paulsf and ggobkk for a while, and we were surrounded by Viet boys, but the whole time BurBoy was a constant presence, holding my hand, hugging me once in a while, or putting an arm on my thigh.

 

It was almost 10:30 PM and it was time for the both of us to see half-naked boys strut their stuff at Dream Boy. I bid paulsf and ggobkk goodbye and thanked them for their company. I bid ggobkk good luck on his travels and tell paulsf that I will see him later. I take BurBoy’s hand and we head over to Dream Boy. A couple of touts pretty much lift us up to the stairs that leads to Dream Boy.

It was almost 10:30 PM on a Friday night, and as expected, the place was packed with customers. It was probably 80% Asian customers, with a smattering of old and younger farang also in attendance.

 

My familiar mamasan sees me right away and immediately looks for good seats for us. He finds one free space in one of the first row benches near the stage. There were two customers that weren’t together and there was a space in between them. The mamasan takes a chair and puts it next to the row. He then asks the customer at the end of the row to sit on the chair. He does and we sit in between the customers. I kind of felt bad for the farang that was displaced but he seemed to be OK with it.

 

The mamasan asks what we wanted to drink (rum and coke and gin and tonic), and pretty soon we get our drinks. The show has not started yet and (seemingly) a hundred boys were onstage in really fetching white underwear and advertising their wares. DTG was not there tonight, but two former offs were there. I point them out to BurBoy, telling him that I offed them in the past. Both of the boys were muscular and tall. He asks “They lady for you?” Yes, they bottomed for me. “Sure?” Yes. I guess tall muscular boys weren’t supposed to be bottoms. I assured BurBoy that they weren’t very good. He tells me “You no need them, na. You have me, na.” I say yes, I don’t need them anymore. Boys everywhere and not a drop to drink.

 

The mamasan gets my attention and points to the boys and asks me “What boy you want tonight?” I tell him I am not getting anyone tonight because I was with my “boyfriend.” He looks at both at us and puts two fingers together and asks “Boyfriend?” I say yes we are together. He gives me an incredulous look, probably due to my history of offing one guys after another here, but he smiles and says he understands and leaves us alone.

 

The lights dim to signify that the show is about to start, and the boys onstage scatter like cockroaches after someone turns on the basement light. The familiar warnings about not using your cellphone while the show was going on was uttered. I always get a kick out of when the farang owner says his spiel. DTG has told me that maybe the owner wants to retire soon, but has no one to turn over the bar to. DTG knows that the owner has a shitload of money enough to stop supervising the bar a long time ago, but he is still here. DTG suspects that he continues to be an active part of the bar because he pities the boys and wants to make sure that they are taken cared of. He does not know what will happen to the boys if he quits Dream Boy. I bet most, if not all the bars in Thailand are operated like a family business. I bet you get more loyalty and a better work product if you treat your employees like family.

 

The show starts and all the familiar numbers come. I did notice that while the numbers were new, the boys were a little bit more attractive than before. In a previous trip, while watching the Dream Boy Show, a farang friend of mine remarked that some of the dancers were “unfortunate looking” and had no business being in a gogo boy bar. Looking at the dancers now, at least even the least attractive ones were at least average looking, and one or two were actually very good looking and muscular. As usual they start with their big cock show, and there were probably 25 to 30 boys who paraded with their cocks out, some wrapped in condoms, and some without. I, of course, loved being as close to the stage as we were, as the cocks were literally waved in front of our faces.

 

The boy dances were pretty much the same, which was kind of a bummer. Same “Magic Mike” cowboy striptease featuring one of the “non-offable” gorgeous guy and three other guys. Same dance with five dancers in g-strings that were taken away to reveal hard-ons. Same dance of six guys, under a black light, with artistically painted neon figures painted on their naked bodies. I wish they mix it up a bit and change their numbers. Or maybe I go to this bar too much. BurBoy was again intently observing the nakedness of the boys, occasionally commenting on “Very big cock” or “One pack tummy” or “Why he work here.” Half the entertainment for me was listening to his comments.

 

The non-boy numbers were also predictable. There were two comedy skits by the five lady boys with varying degrees of beauty and fitness. First one was a beauty pageant, the next one was a comedy skit with audience participation. They asked this really hot Taiwanese customer to participate. It was nice to see the boy overcome his shyness and actually fully commit to the skit. And it was nice to see him get into compromising positions while the lady boys try to molest him. I hope they comped him his drink for that humiliation.

 

The only thing that changed was probably the very elaborate dance numbers by their resident dancers. And no, these were not just like the boy dancers, they seem to be “professional” dancers because they can execute their choreography pretty well. And the choreography was pretty good as well. The costumes are very elaborate, and one of the two numbers featuring wire-flying. I do worry about the safety of these dancers while using the wire. When was the last time that wire had a safety inspection? These are the things that go through my head when I frequent a gay bar too much.

 

The show ends and the boys go back onstage. It was 11:45 PM when it ends. I call on the mamasan to get our bill. The call for the show continuing downstairs at Boys Bangkok was being announced. I pay the 800 baht for two drinks. I give 50 baht as a tip to the mamasan. BurBoy and the mamasan talk for a short while in Thai as we leave.

 

I guess its D.J. Station time.

 

To be continued…

[eurasian]

Numazu , where is todays daily post ?  

[numazu]

Well, I have most of the posts written up, but feel that posting my smutty stories now would seem like disrespect in light of recent events. What is the grace period for these things? I don't want to be rude.

[witty]

The official mourning period is one year.

 

Heaven can wait.

[Brummbaer]

But we can't?  Take whatever time you deem appropriate, Numazu.

[traveller123]

We will all be here waiting no matter how long it is before you post

[anddy]

while the "official" mourning period may be 1 year, that just means that (a) they will wait that long until the royal cremation at Sanam Luang will take place and (b) that government employees are requested or required to wear only black/white for that period.

 

As for the general public, people are asked to, and presumably will, wear black/white for 30 days. The national flag at government buildings will be half-mast for (only) 30 days as well. Entertainment is asked to be "toned down" for 30 days as well, whatever that means, but it obviously does not imply a ban entailing closure of bars etc., as evidenced by bars and even some night clubs (such as G.O.D.) being open last night. Silom Soi 4 looked open tonight, too, but only saw it from the opposite side tonight.

[Guest ronnie4you]

This is my first read of this thread. I like the well-written stories. I like the use of white space to make the lines more readable. I hate that the writer feels he must lie to the boy of whom he speaks so well. We find these wonderful guys yet cannot resist squeezing in another wonderful guy, but we don't want the main guy to know of our disloyalty.

 

Yes, I've been there. I am usually pretty open about being a butterfly, but I can see the dilemmas that pop up. Most of the time we have no idea if the wonderful guy is squeezing one in too, but it likely happens at times. (Not here, of course.)

[ggobkk]

I left Bangkok the day before the King's passing was announced. I'm in Laos and the Thai television channels have been wall to wall mourning.

 

Numazu the mourning period is 30 days for things in general. The government wears back for a year. Then grand funeral. Suggest if you pause posting only for 30 day period. That will bring some relief post US election.

 

Thanks for the mention of our meet up in your report.

 

I go back to Bangkok for two nights as of Tuesday...then home. I will also follow your lead and refrain for a month from posting a trip report guaranteed to be less interesting than yours.

[vinapu]

 Suggest if you pause posting only for 30 day period. 

 

 

I will also follow your lead and refrain for a month from posting a trip report guaranteed to be less interesting than yours.

I don't want to be disrespectful to you both and the memory of HM  but am I only one who thinks this is a bit overzealous ? 

[GoldMember]

am I only one who thinks this is a bit overzealous ?

Nope.

[Guest whall]

No you're not.

[emailbroken]

I think though no doubt well intentioned pausing posting as a mark of respect maybe confers way too much importance on what goes on here.

[numazu]

While I do not have a personal connection to recent events (I grew up in the US), I've been talking to some Thai friends (free and money boys, living in Thailand or immigrated to the U.S., 19 to 60 years old) about their own thoughts about this. The reactions have varied from utter devastation to complete indifference, but the common thread is that (a) they, even the indifferent ones, have friends and family saddened by this loss and (b) they all feel that he was a good man and this is a huge loss for the country. 

The official mourning period is one year.

Heaven can wait.

 

I don't want to be disrespectful to you both and the memory of HM  but am I only one who thinks this is a bit overzealous ? 

 

Nope.

 

No you're not.

 

I think though no doubt well intentioned pausing posting as a mark of respect maybe confers way too much importance on what goes on here.

 

Maybe it is overzealous, maybe it isn't, but I want to balance my feelings of respect with my desire to continue sharing the stories right away (and move on to planning the next trip in two months). I am human after all. Thanks for being patient guys .

 

Thanks for the mention of our meet up in your report.

I go back to Bangkok for two nights as of Tuesday...then home. I will also follow your lead and refrain for a month from posting a trip report guaranteed to be less interesting than yours.

 

ggobkk thanks for sharing. It must be interesting to be in Bangkok during this time. I won't wait a full month, maybe a week. We'll see how it goes. I agree that I will need relief after these elections. Its getting on my last nerve. I don't know how I can stand any more of this for another 3 weeks. Which leaves me more in awe of how Thailand seems to be united in mourning the passing of their beloved King. Its refreshing to see (even in such sad circumstances), especially compared to how divided our country currently is.

 

We will all be here waiting no matter how long it is before you post

 

But we can't?  Take whatever time you deem appropriate, Numazu.

 

Thanks for the patience .

 

while the "official" mourning period may be 1 year, that just means that (a) they will wait that long until the royal cremation at Sanam Luang will take place and (b) that government employees are requested or required to wear only black/white for that period.

 

As for the general public, people are asked to, and presumably will, wear black/white for 30 days. The national flag at government buildings will be half-mast for (only) 30 days as well. Entertainment is asked to be "toned down" for 30 days as well, whatever that means, but it obviously does not imply a ban entailing closure of bars etc., as evidenced by bars and even some night clubs (such as G.O.D.) being open last night. Silom Soi 4 looked open tonight, too, but only saw it from the opposite side tonight.

 

Yup, this confirms what most of my friends are saying. I actually asked BurBoy (now working in BKK), CB (back working in Jomtien) and DTG (in BKK and has had an interesting change in his life) what they felt on The Day the King Died, and got some interesting responses. Maybe I'll share this with you someday. 

[vinapu]

 

Maybe it is overzealous, maybe it isn't, but I want to balance my feelings of respect with my desire to continue sharing the stories right away (and move on to planning the next trip in two months). I am human after all. Thanks for being patient guys .

 

Don't worry about, do what YOU consider appropriate in circumstances .

 

We will wait patiently for life to get back to normal

[vinapu]

numazu just letting you know we missed you

[paulsf]

He is still out there. Very busy with work and hopes to resurface after weekend.

[Guest whall]

Yes please. We need a finish!

[vinapu]

Numazu,

 

don't pay any attention to what Fossil posted in Goldmember's thread and resume posting whenever you have time.

 

You need to understand that retirement is trying time for some and they do  whatever it takes to fight boredom.

 

We never met but I can  vouch for you as well. I one of earlier threads it was piece of unique information which  about one of boys which only intimate contact with him could reveal.  

 

People who post very little don't realize how labor intensive trip reporting is. Hats off to both you and Gold for taking your time to write to us. 

[Alexx]

In Fossil's case, I'd say jealousy is the more likely reason than boredom for his silly little putdown.

 

But really, numazu, why care about it? You've received a record number of views from unregistered site visitors. They cannot comment, but the simple fact that they've kept coming back for more of your story should tell you all you need to know. As for us registered users who have commented on your reports, the overwhelming majority of these responses have been very positive (and rightly so, in my opinion). Please give that some thought and don't let the few negative responses discourage you.

[ct2005]

Some people just derive pleasure from intentionally saying something that is uncalled for and readily picking up a fight. A characteristic similar to "Skankhunt42". Let's not get discouraged by any of the uncivilized comments.

[numazu]

Day 7.7 Hey Mr DJ, put a record on. I wanna dance with my baby.

 

I have been out dancing with Myanmar Boy (BurBoy) before. So as we leave Soi Twilight I know what he wanted to do before we dance our asses off.  BurBoy announces that if he was going to dance all night, we better we get something to eat first. I thought that was a good idea. He was like me, a person with a huge appetite for food, and for sex. After the show in Dream Boy I see that the Soi is in full swing with a lot of people drinking in the bars and walking around.

 

We make our way to Silom Rd. by crossing Surawong with my usual abandon. BurBoy tries to restrain me as some cars barrel through the road. It’s so easy to get carried away in Bangkok, especially in Silom, flitting from one bar to another. It’s a wonder that I am still alive after 11 trips. We go through Soi Thaniya and see that it is also in full swing. Unlike Soi Twilight, the Soi is wide and spacious. I’ve always found it interesting that there is a Japanese section for the girl bars in Bangkok. I wonder if there is a Japanese section for boy bars, or are there just not enough of them for this to be profitable.

 

We make a left as we head to the direction of D.J. Station, our destination tonight. BurBoy was in the mood for street food so he started perusing the kiosks on Silom. He would look at the food at each kiosk and would sometimes stop and talk to the vendor to see if they had what he wanted. We get almost to Rama IV Road before he sees a vendor with photos of the food he likes:

 

 

He talks to the lady vendor about her food, and then she gives him the menu. He looks at it before giving it to me so I can take a look. It was a usual menu I usually see with street food vendors. It’s pages with giant pictures of the food, with a caption in Thai and sometimes in English. After looking at it I decide on two things, and BurBoy decides on two things as well. He explains our choices to the lady, no doubt telling the lady to make some of the dishes not too spicy for my bland farang taste buds.

 

We sit down at one of the tables that were by the vendor. BurBoy immediately takes the fan that was plugged in a cord connected somewhere, and aims it at me. It was sort of warm, and we were about to eat spicy food, so he knows I will need some type of air circulation. My boys know me. He sits down with me to wait for the food and I take a photo of Silom Rd, the BTS, and the sidewalk at 12 midnight:

 

 

We were in the quieter part of Silom because we were close to Rama IV, and away from the night market somewhat, so it was tamer. After 10 minutes of talking and making kissy faces with each other, the vendor calls on BurBoy to tell him some of the dishes are ready. He waits:

 

 

He takes the dishes to our table as they become ready. We chose Tom Yum, Chicken with Basil, Shrimp Omelet, and a Seafood Salad and Soup thing I forgot what was called:

 

 

 

We dig in, and wild dogs could not tear us away from the deliciousness that we were partaking in. Everything tasted so good, and was really what we both wanted tonight. We talk, we laugh, he wipes some sweat off my forehead, and just enjoy the feast. I pay for the meal (650 baht with waters), and head off to dancing.

 

It was 12:30 PM and we were energized from the dinner. We head over to the direction of Silom Soi 2 and the sidewalks are filled with people and activity. We go in the Soi and take out our IDs (California Driver’s License for me, Myanmar International Worker’s I.D. for BurBoy) and get it checked by the bouncers. We then go through the metal detector security thing (I’ve never heard it beep ever) and join the throngs of revelers currently in the premises.

 

There are a bunch of bars and dancefloors in the premises with different kinds of things happening in each. Some had people lounging in bar tables, one had a ladyboy performance, others were dancing in the small dancefloors in other bars. But of course the central part of the party compound is D.J. Station, the ultra-famous gay dance club, and that was where most of the revelers in the compound were here to visit. I’ve seen it on slow days before, which is usually on a rainy weeknight at low season, but now it's Friday night, the weather was fine, and the club was busy.

 

We get in line with the others to get in the club. I pay 600 baht for both of us, which includes two drink tickets for each person. We get in and we are immediately enveloped in a sea of boys. I wish I was taller. We go to the closest bar in the first floor and we get our drinks (rum and coke and gin and tonic) and find a spot where we can people watch. I take a photo of the revelry:

 

 

 

 

 

The music was the usual amazing latest dance pop/EDM/house music that every gay boy knows by heart. The lights, colors and ambiance in the club were great. And the boys, and there were a lot of them, were, for the most part, hot. Everyone was having a good time, either dancing to the beat, watching the boys dance, or talking to each other and catching up. I always love going here, though I don’t usually get to come here every trip. I have gone here with my BF before and enjoyed how much he got hit on by some of the boys. Being an adorable tall white drink of water will do that. I have been here with my American friends and the vibe is strikingly similar to the clubs back home, except that the drinks are cheaper, the dance floor busier, and the boys hotter.

 

Sometimes I have gone alone, oftentimes to check out a Grindr hookup before doing the deed later in the night. Sometimes I just come here for the hell of it to check out the scene and not have an agenda. But most of all, I like going here with the boys I like the best. Cambodia Boy (CB) had a blast coming here and he got to dance his little heart out. One former Dream Boy regular I used to have a lot of long time offs before was also a regular companion for me. I’ve been here with BurBoy before and I always have a blast going here with him.

 

We decide to get closer to the platform where most of the hot boys were dancing. We find an empty spot close to the stairs. We settle in and I take more photos:

 

 

 

We couldn’t stand it any longer. We hurriedly finish our drinks and get on the dance floor to dance. BurBoy takes off his shirt as he usually does because he sweats a lot when he dances. I enjoy watching him bump and boogie to the beat and see his perfect torso glisten with the laser lights kissing his body. He keeps me close, as always, with a hand on me the whole time. He gives me little kisses, pecks in the cheek, or a deep smooch. In a club of 300 or so boys, he has a way to make the whole experience intimate.

 

I take a photo of the disco mirror ball, acting more of an embellishment than the central part of the club:

 

 

We are thirsty again so we head over to the stairs and look for the second floor bars. We get same same drinks and hang out for a while just people watching. We see a smattering of young and old farang in the premises, but 85% of the revelers were Asian. BurBoy takes a few selfies of himself, some with me, and some just me. He asks a boy nearby to take our photo. He shows me the photo and we actually look good in it. He Lines me the photos and he sends it to his friends as well. Unlike CB he does not Facebook any of our activities.

 

We make a circuit in the second floor, checking out the different parts of the club and loved people watching as well. We get towards the back of the club were the music wasn’t as loud and we were able to have a nice conversation while finishing out drinks. We check out some of the boys as well, and BurBoy would have a remark once in a while of a boy he found cute. We head back to the front of the club and I take more photos:

 

 

 

 

 

I love going to this vantage point in the club and just gawk at the boys. Its nice to just take in the moment and see everyone without a care in the world. We all get to be boys again tonight.

 

We were deciding what to do next when a cute young farang goes to me, takes my right hand puts something in the palm of my hand and closes my hand to form a ball. He then says “Have fun tonight!” and kisses me and BurBoy in the cheek, and then leaves with his friends. BurBoy asks if I knew him, I tell him I didn’t. I open my hand and see that the boy gave me two drink tickets. We get more booze! It was our night. We get our third drink at the second floor bar and talk about our good fortune. BurBoy holds me close, and tries to communicate to me how much appreciates being here tonight, without saying a word. 

 

As we wrap up our night we count our lucky stars that we get to spend time together in a place that embraces us. With 300 new best friends, we all toast and celebrate the night filled with so much promise and potential. Tomorrow, for most of us, we have to go back to our real lives and deal with a harsher and less forgiving world. But for a night, for a few hours, 300 of us get to be ourselves, or at least what we strive to be, and celebrate our love for each other.

[eurasian]

Great to read your post again , welcome back .

[Guest Jason105]

Thanks so much.

 

You are a gifted writer and storyteller.

 

Your insights and observations always enhance the experience.

"Tomorrow, for most of us, we have to go back to our real lives and deal with a harsher and less forgiving world. But for a night, for a few hours, 300 of us get to be ourselves, or at least what we strive to be, and celebrate our love for each other."

 

Really good stuff!

 

All the best

[ggobkk]

Ah...welcome back...thanks for the words and the photos.