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

[numazu]

Day 8.0: Little Farang Lies

 

I thought I’d end the previous day’s report on a wholesome note, and not the usual way I do where we get home and BurBoy is immediately hard and I have to take care of it. But this is a recurring theme for BurBoy. I get a private moment with him and he is immediately turned on. If I sound like I am complaining, I am not. Its actually refreshing to be with someone whose sex drive is a couple of notches more voracious above mine. Having been with my BF for many years, I’ve known that my libido is no match for him, and I am fine with that. Now that I have a boy on the other extreme, so I should not complain as well.

 

After D.J. Station last night, we leisurely strolled along Silom and enjoy the quietness of the perpetually busy street. Silom, at least as long as I have been going to it, has always been eternally busy. When I wake up in certain mornings I encounter an already busy street full of office goers and kiosk vendors and the infamous traffic. At night it turns into a busy market filed with tourists, with sidewalks that are almost impassable due to the shops and the customers who buy the cheap goodies at the market. And later into the night it gets the foot traffic of the nocturnal party-goers who take advantage of Silom’s excellent and racy nightlife. But now, at 2:30 A.M., it is quiet, the sidewalks are almost empty, except for the odd reveler or a resilient food vendor. And the taxis that are waiting to whisk the revelers away to their expensive hotels line the road.

 

BurBoy fills the quiet with a hot-button question: “Why you no have boyfriend?”

 

I was a little taken aback by the questions. I stop walking and think about my answer. I have a confession to make: I have not told BurBoy about my long-time BF. Generally, I am fairly honest with money boys I take a fancy to. If they know I am committed, they know not to ask to be my boyfriend. But BurBoy is staying with me in a non-money boy capacity, and it is quite possible that he is with me because he actually likes me for me, and not for my money. Okay maybe a little bit for my money, because I pay for everything when we hang out, but if it was just for the money he would certainly have better choices out there. I do feel that if he knew I had a boyfriend, he wouldn’t want to be as intimate with me as he has been. And I crave for the intimacy he gives me.

 

So I my answers are: I am very busy with my job (true). I travel a lot for work and vacation (very true). I don’t have time for a long-time boyfriend (baldfaced lie). “You don’t want boyfriend now?” No (well, I don’t want another boyfriend at least). I am having fun with you now so I like being single (half true). “Do you want to be my boyfriend.” If I live in Bangkok, yes absolutely (probably true, I haven’t thought about it). But now I no live here so can not (I am being honest). “OK, you my boyfriend now. When you go away we no more boyfriend.” OK! I like that! (absolutely true).

 

I hate lying, but there is something about being in a different time zone, different country, and different persona that somehow made it easier to lie. I’m pretty sure the streets of Bangkok are lined with lies. How many money boys have told their customers they are “hansum man” without meaning it? How many customers have promised that they will come back to and financially support a boy? Out of all this, one thing I know is for sure, my love and affection for BurBoy is genuine. My dilemma last trip was “To butterfly or not to butterfly?” and the answer was to stay with the boy I love. This trip, “The more things change, the more they stay the same,” meant that though I have changed boys, more or less I have stayed true to the one I am with.

 

Sidenote: I wanted to title this post "Little White Lies", but I am not white, so "Little Farang Lies" might be a little bit more appropriate.

 

My love and affection for BurBoy extends to sex, naturally. He has been game to be intimate with me from Day 1 this trip, and it was my duty to at least make him feel good for his attention and care of me. We get back to the condo and again he wants to top me, so he does. I took it better than last time, maybe because I knew what it was, how it felt, and how big, it was I was getting into. I am still not a “natural” bottom, but now can at least be better at it for BurBoy. The things I do for love.

 

Bottoming is hard, so I sleep till 11:30 AM. I wake up with no alarm and I quietly get off the bed, trying not to wake the boy. As much as I want to wake him up and his raging hard-on, I need a break. My ass was still sore from the calisthenics from last night and I thought I’d luxuriate for a while and let BurBoy sleep. I close the Master bedroom door a little bit and I take my underwear, put it on and go to the kitchen. I take a mug out of the pantry and fill it with water, and put it in the microwave to heat it up. I take up one of those instant coffee mixes that had creamer and sugar in it and made me some coffee. These instant coffee mixes are usually overly sweet, but had enough caffeine to make it worth it.

 

I sit down on the couch and then I take my laptop and check some emails for a little bit and then look at news back home. News about the U.S. Presidential Election season is depressing me somewhat. I wonder how nice it would be to stay in Bangkok till November 9 to avoid all this mess. I look at porn instead. Much better. I enjoy my coffee and my short time of solitude.

 

After a few minutes BurBoy emerges from the bedroom, wearing his briefs, looking for me. He finds me and asks if I was OK. I say yes I was, why I wouldn’t be? He said I wasn’t in bed maybe I had a problem. I said I wanted him to sleep more and didn’t want to disturb him. He sits beside me and looks at my laptop and sees the porn. “You want sex na?” I tell him maybe, but now I wanted to eat because I was hungry. It was the truth but part of me wanted to delay the sex till later today.

 

I look for something to wear for breakfast and realize that I do not have any clean t-shirts anymore, and just a last pair of clean underwear. Eight days in SE Asia, changing shirts and shorts after the long sweaty days, sometimes changing 2 or 3 times a day, has exhausted my supply of fresh clothes. I could buy new stuff at the various night market kiosks that line Silom, or we can go to Chatuchak market today as it was a weekend day, but I don’t want to buy more clothes as I have plenty already back home. If I buy more I may start throwing clothes away. Dream Boy Thai guy (DTG) will like that. He told me to bring with me some clothes I never use anymore. I may do that in the future.

 

I tell BurBoy that I do not have clean clothes anymore and he suggests we look for a laundry nearby. I have my usual laundry place in Pattaya but I never had to look for one in the Silom area. I do a smell test and choose a t-shirt that wasn’t stinky and wear it. BurBoy wears the same t-shirt he has been wearing for two days and he smells amazing. How he does that is always a mystery.

 

We head out of the condo and BurBoy asks the condo guard where we can get laundry done that was close to where we are. The guard didn’t seem to know where to go on Surawong so we walk towards Rama IV to look for breakfast and laundry. BurBoy suggests we go to Bunfe Café again because he liked the creamy ham pasta dish he had yesterday. They had vey good coffee so I didn’t object to it. On the way we see this tailor shop that had a laundry sign outside:

 

I point this out to BurBoy. We cross the street and go inside. The nice man inside (Indian?) greeted us in English. BurBoy quickly speaks to him in Thai. They talk for a bit and then BurBoy nods to him and takes me so we can go out in the street. He tells me that I can get my laundry done here. They charge by the kilo and can have the clothes ready by tomorrow morning. Its nice to have someone who can just take charge like that and get things done.

 

We get to Bunfe and we order the same things from yesterday. We eat our breakfast heartily and talk about what we can do today. BurBoy tells me that he wants to go to the gym again and then get in the pool. He also tells me that he can try to give me a massage after the pool and then we can take a nap after. I ask him if sex was involved in the scenario. I get an energetic nod and he says “If massage no sex, no good na.” That is logic I can get behind for sure.

 

I get a coffee to go and we walk back to the condo. The condo had clean towels in a plastic laundry bag so I used the bag to put all my stinky clothes in. I see that most of the clothes I brought were clothes bought in previous trips to Bangkok. If I keep coming to this city, pretty soon all my clothes will be from Bangkok. BurBoy takes the bag and we head out to Hilton Tailors. BurBoy hands the bag and the vendor weighs it. He says something to BurBoy and then writes us up a receipt. BurBoy takes the receipt, hands it to me for safekeeping, and we leave to go back to the condo. He tells me the bag was worth 350 baht and we can pick the bag up around 10 AM tomorrow. 350 baht for a whole new wardrobe is more preferable than buying more clothes I don't need.

 

We get back to the condo. As I take out the condo security card to open the door, BurBoy immediately takes off his shirt. We are not even in the room and he already wants to get naked. I open the door and he rushes in and takes off his shoes and then his shorts and underwear. Naked, he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

 

To be continued…

[Guest whall]

Yeah! Back to finish the story!

[Creditisdue]

thanks for coming back! looks like you havent missed a beat

[numazu]

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.

 

anddy, are you going to the White Party this December? I bought tickets a few months ago, and I read on their Facebook that it is still on because the event is after the 30-day mourning period, but I wonder what the vibe will be. Will it be scaled back? I am thinking of extending my Myanmar trip by a day and skipping the first day of the White Party.

 

I am also curious what the vibe is at DJ Station and G.O.D. these days, and after mourning.

 

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.)

 

Thanks ronnie4you. I hope you enjoyed the latest post which is devoted to the little white lies I have tell to get what I want. I feel kind of weird writing about it now and openly admitting to lying to BurBoy, who I love dearly. I will have no problem if he was squeezing one in too, and with his enormous sex drive, I can certainly understand that. I will be spending more time with him this December, and might tell him the truth, just to clear the air, and for the health of my conscience. The risk is losing him of course. We shall see.

 

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. 

 

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.

 

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.

 

Thanks for the support. You guys are awesome. I also got a lot of private messages of support as well. I'm a big boy and can handle the criticism (sometimes its the best advice you can ever get), but I am more puzzled about why there are people who are just so bitter and hostile to certain people they don't know. Life is just too short to be so negative. Or maybe I just have a naturally optimistic outlook in life. Or maybe I am just naive. 

 

Or maybe this U.S. Presidential Election is just getting on my last nerve.

 

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

 

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

 

 

Yeah! Back to finish the story!

 

thanks for coming back! looks like you havent missed a beat

 

Thank you for the kind words. I guess this means I have to finish this thread lol. 

[worldatlarge]

Yes welcome back numazu.

And, yes, you have to finish the thread!

 

Sad that you are going back only at the end of december whislt i'll be touring the gogo bars at beginning of it. Touring under your guidance would have been an experience!

You talked about Tawan for muscles men, Dreamboys for good show and offable boy and Jupiter 2000 for cuties "but dont touch me too much" guys and was wondering if you (still) had time to visit other gogos with other types too? Any comments on X-Boys, X-Size, Golden cock?

Maybe my question might be for another post. Not sure of the rule here...

[Jasper]

You talked about Tawan for muscles men, Dreamboys for good show and offable boy and Jupiter 2000 for cutie

Ummm. Sorry, Jupiter 2002 to be precise. Not 2000.

[Alexx]

I don't think the vibe in nightclubs is any different. Those who are out to party do that to enjoy or distract themselves. Those who feel mournful simply don't hang out.

[DivineMadman]

I believe that G.O.D. is still closed.  DJ Station closes at midnight.  

[numazu]

Day 8.4 Take Guy In Thailand
 
“Shower together?” he asks me, his uncut cock flopping as he pulls me his direction, guiding me to the Master bedroom. “What are we doing?” I ask him. “Sex na OK?” This guy. I take off my clothes and join him in the bathroom. I think one of his fetishes is soaping guys up, because sex with him usually starts with showering, me getting soaped up, some hanky-panky in the shower, and then continuing in the bed.
 
And that’s what happens. We get in the shower and he asks me to adjust it to the temperature I like. I am used to taking hot showers, and it is always hotter than what BurBoy likes. So I make it less hot for both of us. The shower always starts with him aiming the water at me (or angling me in the shower) to make my body wet, and he starts soaping me down. He likes a clean workspace, so he concentrates at my crotch and ass area, and makes sure everything is clean. He then rinses me down and then asks me to dry myself with a towel. He then cleans himself (sometimes adjusting the temperature to what he wants), and then joins me in the bedroom.
 
I wait for him in bed. He emerges nake, all clean and nice, his towel on his shoulder. He then says “Massage na?” This was a nice surprise. “Sure if you want.” He asks me to lie on the bed. I lay on my front side and wait for him. I see him take some type of oil from his bag and he goes to the bed. He hesitates and goes to the living room and I hear the aircon stop running. “Too cold na. Maybe hot better.” I say OK, he is in charge of me now. He gets back on the bed, sits on my ass, and starts massaging my back.
 
I would say he is pretty good. He is putting his hands, his body, and his strength to good use. I am feeling relaxed and horny at the same time. He also uses his forearms and body to give me a good body to body massage. He applies more oil and pretty soon we are both pretty slick with the stuff. He works on my ass and thighs for a while before he tells me to lie on my back. As I turn around I see him and his torso and arms glistening with oil. I also see his cock all hard and standing at attention.
 
He gives me a body-to-body massage again, and it quickly turns into grinding our bodies against each other. With the oil and the heat between us, we turn into a body, oil and sweat mass that makes every grind and touch and contact more intense. BurBoy gets into a rhythm and thrusts his groin against mine. He gets into it and works himself up to an orgasm.  I feel the hot cum in between our bodies and it joins the oil and sweat already there. He composes himself a bit and kisses me. He then continues to grind, but with one hand wrapped around my cock. He thrusts and jacks me off and pretty soon I cum as well.
 
We kiss for a moment and then I laugh at the realization that we have created a mess between us, and the sheets. BurBoy lies beside me and we collect ourselves from the exertion that just ended. I tell him we should shower. We both shower for the second time today, and I get soaped down again. The boy really knows how to take care of things.
 
We both put on clothes and we relax on the couch. BurBoy turns on the TV and looks for a show he likes. There weren’t many channels available in the condo, and all the channels that were available were Thai channels. He continues flipping channels till he sees a dating show on. “Take Me Out Thailand” he tells me. He explains to me the premise of the show. Basically there is a guy (or girl) who I guess is the “Bachelor” who gets to pick his date or the day from the bevy of babes (or boys) that are contestants in the show. I think there were at least 20 contestants (not too sure about the number). There is a short feature about the “Bachelor” and then a couple of questions are asked of the contestants that will winnow down the eligible contestants for the “Bachelor”. One of the criteria was about a birth months or zodiac signs or something and the contestants were filtered based on the compatibility to the “Bachelor” according to their birth. 
 
It was quite interesting, and you don’t really need to understand Thai to know what is going on. It’s pretty formulaic but entertaining anyway.  Here is a sample of a show:

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU2NesLMlmY

 

BurBoy translates what is being said as best he could. I like this interplay between the show, BurBoy talking and reacting to the show, and his editorializing of what is happening on screen. We watched two “Bachelor” segments. One had a really hot and tall 28 year old guy who owns a clothing business. Another had a Japanese guy who owned a chain of restaurants in Bangkok who talked in broken Thai. He was not as adorable as the 28 year old hot guy before him, but he was rich and tall and kind of cute.
 
BurBoy then explains to me that there is now a gay version of Take Me Out Thailand, called “Take Guy Out Thailand”. After the show we go on my computer and fire up YouTube to watch a segment. We watch this one:

 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeZLL1ql_MY
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2Z9-H9JxY0
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uektSwqc1c
 

Quite entertaining, and another reason that I need to learn Thai. One common thread in all of the shows was all the “Bachelors” were fair-skinned and tall.
 
One distinct difference between BurBoy and Cambodia Boy (CB), apart from the obvious things of course, is that BurBoy has fully intergrated into Thai culture. He speaks the language fluently, gets mistaken for Thai all the time, and has lived in Thailand longer than he has in Myanmar. Contrasting that with CB, who hates speaking Thai but knows it is a necessity to live and work in the country, and his customer base is 50% Thai as well, so knowing the language makes a whole lot of business sense. CB has also only been a money boy in Jomtien for a little more than two years now, and still prefers Cambodia over Thailand, and goes to Battambang every chance he gets.
 
This makes BurBoy uniquely equipped to be a great companion in Thailand. He knows enough of the country, the culture, and the language to be a source of knowledge as a tour guide, but still has an outsider perspective that would be beneficial for farang outsiders as well. I am eager to see how BurBoy fares in Myanmar with me, when I spend time with him in Yangon and Bagan in December.
 
It’s now 3 PM, and enough relaxing in front of the TV and computer has us hankering for something more physical. Having just had sex, we decide on going to the gym and then having a little dip in the pool after, just like yesterday. BurBoy takes the remaining two Meiji Protein chocolate drink in the refrigerator and gives one to me. I heat up a mug of coffee so I have caffeine for the workout as well. After finishing our drinks we head out to the mim-gym in the condo and see that no one is there using it, so we are able to workout together again. No shirtless workout picture taking this time. I did a lot of cardio and then some biceps and chest exercises, and BurBoy does his usual full body circuit which makes his body taut and lean and muscular.
 
After an hour of this exertion we head back to the room and towel off. BurBoy suggests we wash up a little bit in the shower before using the pool. We do just that, and wear our swimsuits (mine some trunk shorts I got in Phuket, him a speedo he got in Silom night Market), and then wrap towels around our waists and head over to the pool. The pool was a little bit warmer today which made the whole dip relaxing and comforting. The physical exertions of sex and exercising melted away in the small pool and the warm company of a boy who loves me.
 
Why can’t life be like this everyday? Maybe because it does not happen to me everyday that I appreciate this moment more. I work hard and bust my tail at the office so I can spend 8 weeks a year to relax and get pampered like this. I’ll take that versus not being able to do it at all. Sometimes I envy the retired among you that can do this every single day. Among the pros and cons of getting older, that probably is a pro I would love to have the most.

 

Like yesterday, today was definitely a day to relax and not care about doing anything. Except the sex of course, that’s always on the menu. Oh, and except eating yummy food, that’s another thing BurBoy and I have in common, so we will definitely do that. And maybe see a boy show tonight, that’s always going to be something I want to do when I am here. These three things will always be a part of my Bangkok holiday. Sometimes all three happens with the same boy:  I go to a show, get a boy, eat with him in one of the late-night restaurants still open or a nice food stall, and have fantastic sex with him to end the day. With BurBoy, I get two, and the boy show would be the wildcard.
 
So with the amazing sex quota filled for the day, the food and boy show part still needs to happen today. I already knew where I wanted to go for a gogo show. Tonight, I wanted to check out X-Size, a bar on Soi Twlight that I have never been to before. Dream Boy and Hot Male are my go-to’s in the Soi, and I never could quite make it to the very end of the Soi to visit X-Size. So I think tonight is the night. As for the food part, BurBoy wanted to go check out the Buffet at a super high-rise that had amazing views. He has shown me photos online of the food, the views, and the features of the high-rise, so I was sold on the idea, even if the price for dinner was a little bit pricey.
 

So food, and the X-Size boy show, on the next installment.
 
To be continued…

[ggobkk]

"Sometimes I envy the retired among you that can do this every single day. Among the pros and cons of getting older, that probably is a pro I would love to have the most..."

 

On behalf of the retired among us, thank you for the envy.  Much appreciated considering some of us  envy your style and ability to release yourself so comfortably.  Maybe the best approach is to live in present with our joys and experience life as it comes. 

 

And, as I've said before keep up the journaling.  You are becoming the Pepys of Bangkok.

[Alexx]

BurBoy then explains to me that there is now a gay version of Take Me Out Thailand, called “Take Guy Out Thailand”. After the show we go on my computer and fire up YouTube to watch a segment. We watch this one:

[....]

Quite entertaining, and another reason that I need to learn Thai. One common thread in all of the shows was all the “Bachelors” were fair-skinned and tall.

 

Nice find! I think Episode 4 in particular is fun to watch; the bachelor is a farang model from Slovakia. They translate some of what is being said for him, and some of the boys even make an attempt to charm him in English. So those who don't speak Thai can still understand quite a bit. They also make fun of his Thai now and then, because his pronunciation is far from perfect (not criticizing him, just stating the obvious). Sometimes it IS quite funny for those of us who do understand it (and for the Thais in that studio, apparently), especially when what he says does have a meaning, just not what he actually intends to say. For example right at the beginning, when he's being introduced and wants to say "Thai people".

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waKpJ9W2uBo

 

Also fun, the moderator's comment regarding Roman's condom size (52 mm).

 

I'm looking forward to retiring in Thailand, so I can understand your envy. Working in Bangkok isn't that bad either, at least you can have those naughty episodes more frequently and without enduring such a long flight. But I've got to say that self discipline was a major issue for me, especially in the first few years - something a visitor or a retiree doesn't have to worry about that much.

 

I'm glad that you've resumed your reporting. Great reads as always!

[anddy]

Day 8.0: Little Farang Lies

 

Sidenote: I wanted to title this post "Little White Lies", but I am not white, so "Little Farang Lies" might be a little bit more appropriate.

 

you're not white, and by the same token you are not farang, even though you're born and raised in farang-land. What they'd call you I actually don't know, but will try to find out

 

 

anddy, are you going to the White Party this December? I bought tickets a few months ago, and I read on their Facebook that it is still on because the event is after the 30-day mourning period, but I wonder what the vibe will be. Will it be scaled back? I am thinking of extending my Myanmar trip by a day and skipping the first day of the White Party.

 

I am also curious what the vibe is at DJ Station and G.O.D. these days, and after mourning.

 

I haven't made any plans at all yet for NYE, so I may or may not go to the white party. I might actually let myself be "dragged" there by you lol. Will also have to see who else might be going with me...

 

I don't think it will be scaled down, if it's on, it's on. Even now the vibe in bars and presumably (I haven't been to DJ myself since the King passed away) DJ is normal, as Alexx already pointed out. A friend told me it was very busy at DJ last week, and that was not even the weekend. So another month and a half down the road I expect nightlife to be fully back to normal  Life does goes on, and everyone, including people in the night entertainment business, need to make a living. The government has made clear that things may and should continue even during the 30 day mourning period, just with some adjustments where appropriate.

[numazu]

Sad that you are going back only at the end of december whislt i'll be touring the gogo bars at beginning of it. Touring under your guidance would have been an experience!

You talked about Tawan for muscles men, Dreamboys for good show and offable boy and Jupiter 2000 for cuties "but dont touch me too much" guys and was wondering if you (still) had time to visit other gogos with other types too? Any comments on X-Boys, X-Size, Golden cock?

Maybe my question might be for another post. Not sure of the rule here... i do not want to divert from your posting!

 

When I read your comment I thought you had good timing. As showed in the last post I did go to a non-Tawan, Dreamboy, Jupiter bar, which is X-size. Its a curious bar, and I will be going back in December. Any insights on Golden Cock? I am not sure what to make of the bar. 

 

Its funny you say that I can be a tour guide for the bars. I feel that I am just starting out with my journey in Thailand and far from being an expert.

 

Ummm. Sorry, Jupiter 2002 to be precise. Not 2000.

 

What does the 2002 stand for? Year of establishment? Number of boys? Minimum tip? 

 

I don't think the vibe in nightclubs is any different. Those who are out to party do that to enjoy or distract themselves. Those who feel mournful simply don't hang out.

 

Oh good. I haven't heard anything from tourists about feeling gipped that their vacations fell on a monumentally major and sad event in Thailand. Which I guess is a good thing. I think for the most part outsiders understand how much the King meant to the people.

 

I believe that G.O.D. is still closed.  DJ Station closes at midnight.  

 

Midnight is when the party is just getting started!

 

On behalf of the retired among us, thank you for the envy.  Much appreciated considering some of us  envy your style and ability to release yourself so comfortably.  Maybe the best approach is to live in present with our joys and experience life as it comes. 

 

And, as I've said before keep up the journaling.  You are becoming the Pepys of Bangkok.

 

I had to google who Pepys was, which could just be a reflection of the poor public education I received when I was younger. 

 

I hate annoying platitudes as much as the next guy, but "Life is too short" seems to be my mantra these past couple of years now. 

 

Nice find! 

 

...

 

I'm looking forward to retiring in Thailand, so I can understand your envy. Working in Bangkok isn't that bad either, at least you can have those naughty episodes more frequently and without enduring such a long flight. But I've got to say that self discipline was a major issue for me, especially in the first few years - something a visitor or a retiree doesn't have to worry about that much.

 

I'm glad that you've resumed your reporting. Great reads as always!

 

Can I say that I am really jealous that you work in Bangkok? Though I feel that some of the magic I keep going back to will wear off once I live there 24/7. Its like Las Vegas: its nice to go to once in a while, but I would never live there. I hope I am wrong. Maybe it is paradise, even 24/7.

 

Someday I will learn Thai. It seems like a waste if I am only in the country 8 weeks a year (10 weeks this year). 

 

you're not white, and by the same token you are not farang, even though you're born and raised in farang-land. What they'd call you I actually don't know, but will try to find out

 

I haven't made any plans at all yet for NYE, so I may or may not go to the white party. I might actually let myself be "dragged" there by you lol. Will also have to see who else might be going with me...

 

I don't think it will be scaled down, if it's on, it's on. Even now the vibe in bars and presumably (I haven't been to DJ myself since the King passed away) DJ is normal, as Alexx already pointed out. A friend told me it was very busy at DJ last week, and that was not even the weekend. So another month and a half down the road I expect nightlife to be fully back to normal  Life does goes on, and everyone, including people in the night entertainment business, need to make a living. The government has made clear that things may and should continue even during the 30 day mourning period, just with some adjustments where appropriate.

 

I've often thought about that myself. I am not white, but I am American. Is the farang term only for white people? paulsf has once told me that I get away with many things in Thailand because I am asian. Let me know if there is a term for people with asian heritage but come from western countries. What do they call the Chinese?

 

Haha sure, I guess I have to drag you kicking and screaming to the parties where a thousand of Asia's hottest and most upwardly mobile boys converge in one place where they seem to struggle keeping their shirts on, and their libidos in check.

 

Please check back after November 13 and let me know if the mood has changed in the entertainment venues.

[colmx]

 Let me know if there is a term for people with asian heritage but come from western countries. What do they call the Chinese?

 

The usual slang term I have heard from Australian/Americans Born Asians is a "banana" - Yellow on the outside, but white on the inside.

Of course if a GWM uses the term its deemed to be a slur. But perfectly acceptable for an Asian to use

[DivineMadman]

 

I've often thought about that myself. I am not white, but I am American. Is the farang term only for white people? paulsf has once told me that I get away with many things in Thailand because I am asian. Let me know if there is a term for people with asian heritage but come from western countries. What do they call the Chinese?

 

I put the question of whether someone of Asian heritage but raised in the U.S. would be a "farang," "kohn Asia" or something else to the language department of a school in Sukhothai (long story).  The answer was an unequivocal "kohn Asia," not farang.    

[Guest ryanasia]

When I read your comment I thought you had good timing. As showed in the last post I did go to a non-Tawan, Dreamboy, Jupiter bar, which is X-size. Its a curious bar, and I will be going back in December. Any insights on Golden Cock? I am not sure what to make of the bar. 

 

Its funny you say that I can be a tour guide for the bars. I feel that I am just starting out with my journey in Thailand and far from being an expert.

 

 

What does the 2002 stand for? Year of establishment? Number of boys? Minimum tip? 

 

 

Oh good. I haven't heard anything from tourists about feeling gipped that their vacations fell on a monumentally major and sad event in Thailand. Which I guess is a good thing. I think for the most part outsiders understand how much the King meant to the people.

 

 

Midnight is when the party is just getting started!

 

 

I had to google who Pepys was, which could just be a reflection of the poor public education I received when I was younger. 

 

I hate annoying platitudes as much as the next guy, but "Life is too short" seems to be my mantra these past couple of years now. 

 

 

Can I say that I am really jealous that you work in Bangkok? Though I feel that some of the magic I keep going back to will wear off once I live there 24/7. Its like Las Vegas: its nice to go to once in a while, but I would never live there. I hope I am wrong. Maybe it is paradise, even 24/7.

 

Someday I will learn Thai. It seems like a waste if I am only in the country 8 weeks a year (10 weeks this year). 

 

 

I've often thought about that myself. I am not white, but I am American. Is the farang term only for white people? paulsf has once told me that I get away with many things in Thailand because I am asian. Let me know if there is a term for people with asian heritage but come from western countries. What do they call the Chinese?

 

Haha sure, I guess I have to drag you kicking and screaming to the parties where a thousand of Asia's hottest and most upwardly mobile boys converge in one place where they seem to struggle keeping their shirts on, and their libidos in check.

 

Please check back after November 13 and let me know if the mood has changed in the entertainment venues.

 

Kon chin. They don't generally care where you are actually from you will be labelled based upon looks.

[numazu]

Day 8.7: Love on top of the world

 

I always leave the dining decisions to BurBoy. Actually, I usually leave the dining decisions to most of the boys. This accomplishes a number of things for me: they get to eat what they want, making them more comfortable with me; I get to eat more local food, and get to ask questions about what is good or not; and they get a sense that they have some control of what is happening, which is usually not the case when you are employed by a customer. I’m glad that I am not a fussy eater, I have a big appetite, and always game to discover new food. In the end, I am usually never disappointed with the choice.

 

So I am surprised when BurBoy, the Burmese country boy who moved to Thailand when he was young, wanted to go to dinner at the Baiyoke Tower II, the second tallest building in Bangkok, at their buffet on the 76^th floor. Reviews of the food on TripAdvisor where just so-so, and the consensus is that you go because of the view, and the Observation Deck, instead of the dining. Food choices are fairly western with some Thai and Asian options as well. While I would prefer to eat somewhere more authentic to the region (and cheap), this was a welcome change to the usual Silom-area restaurants that we usually go to.

 

Before dinner we of course take a nap. Naps are a staple for me now to be able to survive the nightlife and to keep up with BurBoy. It was 5:30 PM, and I set the alarm at 6:30 PM. I get a decent nap in, dreaming about BurBoy’s thighs wrapped around my neck. Alarm wakes us up and I go in the guest bathroom first to do my business and to shower. No soap down from BurBoy today, lest I be caught up in another sexual soap down. We had plans tonight so we cannot waste any time, although good sex is not wasted time, in my opinion.

 

I clean up and dress up win my last pair of clean underwear and I rummaged through my luggage to see if I can find a shirt that wasn’t stinky. BurBoy emerged from the Master bathroom naked and looking cute. He sees me rummaging and asks if I want to borrow a shirt from him. I ask which one would be good? He looks through his bag and takes out two shirts that look familiar. It was two shirts I remember buying for him in Phuket. I take a blue shirt from the two choices. I guess it was a gift that keeps on giving.           

 

We get down to the street and BurBoy hails a taxi to whisk us away to the Baiyoke Sky Tower. I have learned to hang back and let the boys get the taxi for us. Even if I look Thai to some people I know if I utter a word I might get farang pricing. He gets one right away and off we go to Baiyoke. Not much traffic thank goodness and we get there in 15 minutes. Since we get dropped off at the lobby area of the building I do not notice how tall the building really was. BurBoy points up, I look up, and I am amazed how tall the building is (relative to some of the buildings surrounding). A photo from the internet, to get the idea how tall, and phallic, the building is:

 

 

We look for the right set of elevators that gets us to the top and we get off an intermediate floor where we buy tickets to the dinner. It is around around 750 baht per person for the buffet on the 76^th floor. There is a more upscale buffet on a higher floor and it is 1200 baht. I ask BurBoy what he wanted, so he asks the receptionists some questions in Thai about the buffet. He then tells me “750 baht na.” I pay gladly as I am curious to eat at such a high floor and get views of Bangkok, and because BurBoy really really wanted to eat here.

 

We get to the buffet floor and we get greeted by three ladies up front. BurBoy gives our receipt to the ladies and one of them ushers us to our table, which was near this:

 

 

 

I see BurBoy salivate at all the seafood on display. This reminds of our seafood food orgies in Phuket. We made sure we ate some type of seafood feast every evening, because it was in large supply in Phuket, and it tasted so fresh and yummy. I can see that sometimes the money I spend on food with BurBoy is enough for a short time tip for a boy. But great food, like great sex, works wonders for the soul, and having that special someone to share the food, and the sex, with you, makes it even more satisfying.

 

We descend on the food. There is a lot to choose from. Seafood, pastas, soups, rice dishes, noodles, sushi, and much more, as well as a healthy variety of desserts. The food itself was so-so to OK, and I was a little disappointed by that, but I think I was expecting something amazing, like the buffet at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, but that might be the 1200 baht one. But it was good enough, there was a lot of it, and BurBoy seemed to not care about anything and devoured everything in sight:

 

 

 

He probably came back for fifths or sixths by the time the evening was done. I waited for him and we both got dessert together. There were signs everywhere in the restaurant that warned the customers to not get more food than can be eaten. If there was a lot of leftovers we had to pay them for the food wasted. Between me and BurBoy’s appetities I don’t think there is a problem of that happening. 

 

During the meal I took photos of the views. I’m probably burying the lede here. Even better than the food, you go here to dine with such a breathtaking view of Bangkok:

 

 

We wrap up and inform one of the waiters we are done. He inspects our plates and goes away and comes back with an envelope:

 

 

I ask BurBoy what it was. He says it was a 100 baht “reward” for customers who are able to finish their meals, and we got one each. This is the first time I’ve ever been to a buffet that rewarded people for finishing all their food, but I’ll take it. I do feel as big as a blimp though.

 

BurBoy then tells me that our Baiyoke evening is not over. He tells me there is an Obervation Deck on the 84^th floor. We take the short elevator ride to the deck, and at 9:20 PM there were not a lot of people there. It was a little bit windy up top, and the temperature was a little bit cooler than on the ground, but not cold at all, though I saw some people in jackets. We step out to the main deck and notice that it is a revolving deck, which made the experience a little bit more exciting.

 

The height on top was in the middle of the pack in height of all the observation decks I have been to in my travels. At ~309 meters, it was taller than the top at Coit Tower in San Francisco at 64 meters and the Space Needle in Seattle at 158 meters, which itself had a rotating restaurant near the top.  It was  close to the heights of the Observation Decks at the Chase Building in Houston at 268 meters, and the Eiffel Tower in Paris at 276.1 meters, but is dwarfed by the Empire State Building Observatory deck in New York at the 369 meters, and the Willis Tower at Chicago at 412.7 meters. I mention these structures because in all of these decks had views that were spectacular. And the view from Baiyoke did not disappoint:

 

 

 

I wonder what the view looks like in the daytime, or at sunrise or sunset. It must be spectcular.

 

BurBoy was having a blast looking at the spectacle below. He said he did not recognize the buildings below at this vantage point and darkness. I point to him some familiar landmarks I knew, and he nodded in agreement. We take some selfies, he takes some of me, I take some of him, and he asks a young woman to take a photo of the two of us. As with any photo taken with BurBoy, I will cherish these for a long time.

 

We hang out for a while on the deck, and with the breeze BurBoy decides to put an arm around my waist, not caring about the other people on the deck with us. Everyone was looking at the view anyway, and not at the two horny and satiated boys taking a ton of photos. I tell him about the other observation decks I’ve been to. He has heard of Paris and the Eiffel Tower, and he has heard of New York City but not the Empire State Building, and not much of the others cities or buidlings I mentioned. It’s always interesting to know how much the boys know of what seems to be common knowledge to westerners.

 

It was 9:45 PM and I tell BurBoy it was time for us to go back to Surawong and Soi Twilight to see a boy show at X-Size. He makes fun of me, telling me I always had boys in the brain, and is shocked that he was not enough for me. He was joking of course. He knows that I like seeing boy shows. I’ve seen plenty of Tawan and Dream Boy shows with him, as well as checking out the paltry options Phuket had.

 

So X-Size and their boys, and the night ahead, to be continued…

[numazu]

Day 8.9: Try this bar on for (X) Size

 

Alright, let’s take a step back. For me, there are a ridiculous amount of reasons why I spend 60% of my vacation travel a year in Thailand. I am a huge fan of Thai food, so being able to eat the real thing for relatively cheaper than what I am used to back home is great. I love the relative cheap prices for hotels and tourist amenities, so if I wanted to get away to somewhere exotic and cheap this would be the place. I love the relative availability of sex with hot guys, be it paying for companionship with money boys or for free with the thousands of gay tourists that visit the Kingdom each year, or with more affluent locals. The list goes on and on (beaches, shopping, bespoke tailors, nature, medical tourism etc etc etc).

 

But the number one reason I come here is for the gogo bars.  There are gogo bars found around the world of course, but as a lot of you know, the bars here have everything you need. It’s one stop shopping really: it’s a place to ogle, have a drink with, and take home boys. Sometimes there are shows with varying degrees of sleaziness, and for the most part the shows are very entertaining. Like I’ve said before it is always a treat for me to bring a newbie friend to these bars and see the shock and awe in their eyes when they see these boys in their barely clothed glory for the first time. I laugh when their eyes bug out of their sockets when they see their first big cock show, and first fuck show. I understand that other countries have these as well, but as far as ease of access, relative safety, and all around fun, the Thai show bars have them all beat. (Maybe I am wrong, please point me in the right direction and I’m booking my flights right now lol.)

 

So let’s see, I’ve been to Dream Boy, Hot Male, Fresh Boys, Tawan, Jupiter and Screwboy in Bangkok. There’s probably half a dozen or so bars I have yet to go to and I will at least try to go to them this December. I really don’t have a specific type of guy I like, and I have offed a wide variety of guys: from the twinkiest of twinks in Pattaya, to Tong, the large mountain of a muscular man from Tawan, but I usually off someone in between, not too skinny, not too big (or fat). A lean muscular guy would be nice.

 

But tonight belonged to X-Size. Since I was with BurBoy, I will not be able to off anyone tonight. But that does not mean I won’t be able to enjoy the show, flirt with some of the boys, and share a drink or two.

 

So from the 84^th floor of the second tallest building in Bangkok, we get down to ground level and hail a taxi to get us back to Surawong. There was some difficulty getting a taxi at this area. Not a lot of empty taxis heading our way. After 15 minutes we finally get one that agreed to use the meter and we were on our way back to gay-ville. Again, not a lot of traffic on this Saturday night (low season?), and it was a little bit cooler and comfortable to be out tonight.

 

We get to Surawong and the taxi drops us off by Soi Twilight. We get to the Soi around 10:30 PM so we running late for the start of the shows in the bars. We rush through the throngs of customers, boys, and touts littering the street. Some touts are doing their job too well and trying hard to get us to their bars, which is probably the reason why I don’t quite make it to the very end of the Soi every time. We stop in front of X-Size and there was one tout looking into the horizon. I wasn’t sure where to enter so I was sort of waiting for him to guide us there. BurBoy intervened and talked to the tout. We were finally escorted up the stairs to the show bar.

 

The first thing that hit me coming in was the cigarette smoke smell. As a sheltered Californian, where smoking has been banned in just about every bar, club, restaurant, or any public or private building for more than a decade now, I have forgotten that bars everywhere else still had this. Maybe the ventilation was not as good in this bar thats why it was noticeable to me. We are received by a ladyboy mamasan and we got a “Nihao!” from her (I guess its Chinese tonight). She then asks “Smoking or no?” motioning her fingers to her mouth to mimic smoking. I shake my head and we get seated in the non-smoking section. The seating was similar to Hot Male in a way.

 

The ladyboy mamasan, who was a skinny ghost white presence with very red lips, asked both of us, in English, what drinks we wanted. I tell her I wanted a Singha, BurBoy tells mamasan his choice, in Thai. The mamasan asks him more questions in Thai, in part probably because she was surprised that he was well versed in Thai, and then I hear the words “America” and “California” said by BurBoy, as he usually does when he explains to people where I come from. The mamasan then turns to me and shakes my hand, and then says “Welcome to Bangkok! Thank you for visiting us!”

 

I smile, and then thank her for her hospitality. She asks me the usual things, what my name, where I stay, how long I here. She stops a waiter close by and barks to him our drink order. She then turns her attention back to us, and asks us if we were “together”. BurBoy jumps in and says yes, we were boyfriends. She asks how long we were together, and BurBoy answers one year. I found this fascinating of course, seeing BurBoy stake his claim (as he should, I was his for the week), and manufacture a history between us.

 

The mamasan then asks BurBoy some questions in Thai. I look around the bar and see that there were a lot of customers tonight.  A lot more were in the smoking section, but there was a big Thai party next to us who were having a lot of alcohol and mixers. They have invited a few boys to sit with them and everyone was having a blast. I turn my attention to the boy selection in the bar. The boys are all in red speedos and almost all were cute and sexy. Not as many boys as Dream Boy but there were about 40 or so. Most of them were in my goldilocks zone: not too skinny and not too big, though some where very twinkish and some of the twinky ones were already sitting with customers in the smoking section. I could see myself offing a lot of the boys here, but I can’t tonight which is a shame. It’s to butterfly or not to butterfly all over again.

 

The mamasan leaves us and BurBoy whispers to me that he told the mamasan that he is Thai from Phetchaburi. I ask him why Phetchaburi. He says it is close to where he is from in Myanmar, so his he looks like he is from that area. I ask him if he always tells people he is Thai. He says “No everytime, only sometime.” Maybe it is easier to him to tell Thai people he is Thai in social situations. I can see how that is advantageous for him, having lived in Thailand for so long.

 

The show starts and the lighting was kind of dark but my eyes adjust to it. We get our drinks and I down almost half my beer because I was thirsty. The numbers were pretty standard: I wonder if all the bars had a template of what numbers to show. The shows starts with a big cock show with a few showing their really big cocks on display for everyone to see. Then follows a candle number where as usual the dancers in white speedos dance while holding candles and once in a while pouring wax on their torsos.

 

Some ladyboy numbers as well. There was a ladyboy lipsyncing to the typical diva song, and then after that was another song where she was serenading two shirtless boys in jeans. The boys were good looking, and I recognize one of the boys. I realized that it was a boy I offed last year from Screwboys. I guess he is working in X-Size now. He had an amazing and lean body, and was game to bottom for me that night. But the actual sex was kind of a let down. Not at all passionate, just laid there and took it, and his cock did not get hard even once. But of course, even a disappointing off is useful. After that I've chosen my offs more carefully. It made me more discerning after every failure. I try to get to know them more, pick up on some subtle cues, and know that obvious interest with you in the bar does not always translate to fantastic sex back at your room.

 

So the ladyboy was serenading the two boys. They dance suggestively throughout the number, and the boys seem to show that they were both interested in her. Then things take a turn for the worse. The lip-syncing music stops and then some comedic music turns on. The boys then take turns humiliating the ladyboy, and then simulates rape on the ladyboy, with the ladyboy mock resisting and pain. It wasn’t sexy, at least to me. I seem to be humorless when it comes to sexual assault, even simulated ones.

 

I look around and I see a lot of cute boys just sitting around. I ask BurBoy if he wanted to invite one of the boys to have a drink with us. He says “OK, but only drink, no sex.” I say of course. I ask him to pick the boy to invite. I figure he’d be more open to talking to a boy he was attracted to. He looks around and then whispers to me the number he liked. I look for the boy with the number and see a fair-skinned handsome boy sitting about three boys away from BurBoy. The boy caught me looking at him and he smiles really widely. That was a winning smile. I motion to him to come over. BurBoy and I make space between us. The boy comes to us and wais to both of us and sits down.

 

The mamasan asks me if I wanted to buy the boy a drink and I say yes. The boy gets his drink and all three of us toast to the night. The boy asks me what my name was and I tell him. I then ask his name and where he was from. He says he is Viet and had a pretty Viet name. VietBoy was really cute, and he says he was 20 years old, and he looked as young as he said he was. He asks me where I was from and I tell him. He smiles at my response and then asks me if Burboy was also from America. I tell him BurBoy was Thai (as he told the mamasan). VietBoy turns to BurBoy and talks to him for a little bit in Thai. VietBoy turns his attention back to me and holds my hand. His hand, and his body, where both warm and inviting.

 

We talk for a bit while the show was happening. He smiles a lot, and the smile was very nice and sexy. His body was amazing. Not too worked out, just naturally youthful and fit. He was a little bit shorter than both BurBoy and myself, which made it a little bit more of a turn on when I thought about it. He had a treasure trail that started from his navel and then disappeared in his speedos. I really wanted to follow that treasure trail down and find out what he was about. I ask him if he was a top or a bottom. He tells me the magic word: “Everything.” So handsome, great body, does everything. If this was a regular night I would be thinking about offing him.

 

I tell BurBoy about VietBoy doing everything. BurBoy laughs and talks to VietBoy for a little bit about it. Would BurBoy be open to a threeway? This is something I didn’t think was possible with BurBoy. He is fiercely territorial, and does not like me offing boys, even if I wasn’t with him. But he was engaging VietBoy and both boys are smiling a lot so maybe there is hope. VietBoy takes a gulp of his drink and he then puts his hand back in mine, and then puts his other hand and holds BurBoy’s hand. He is definitely trying to make a sale. I see BurBoy looking VietBoy up and down and looks at me and smiles.

 

I ask BurBoy if he wants to take VietBoy home. He stands up and sits on my side opposite VietBoy. He says “I no sure. Maybe no.” I ask him if he likes VietBoy. He says he is cute, but he doesn’t think tonight is the night for a threesome. He says he “want only you tonight.” That was sweet, him only wanting me, but now I was hoping he wanted me a little bit less and more VietBoy. VietBoy had the young, handsome face and rocking bod and the willingness that could probably make a nice off. But not tonight I guess. BurBoy goes back to VietBoy’s side and we continue to watch the show. I stroke VietBoy’s thighs and he returns the favor. He is so hot ugh.

 

The show ends and I look at BurBoy and ask him one last time if he was sure. He says “I sure.” I take 200 baht from my wallet and I give it to VietBoy. I tell him he was very nice but maybe next time we will off him. He smiles at both of us and thanks us for the time and money. He leaves and BurBoy sits close to me and takes my hand to its rightful place, in his hand. He kisses me in the lips and asks me if I was OK. I tell him of course, I was with him. Maybe someday we will get VietBoy and have a threesome. He says yes, maybe before I leave.

 

So the butterfly is dead. Long live whatever I have become.

[ggobkk]

 

So the butterfly is dead. Long live whatever I have become.

At some point on this trip you referred to CB as your "beloved of the moment".  Since you landed you've had time with BurBoy who was there when you arrived, CB, Grindr Khmer, Mil Guy, Fit Khmer, Gorgeous Khmer, DTG, and a reunion with BurBoy...not to mention almost offs in Siem Reap and Fresh Boys.

 

Perhaps to paraphrase Mark Twain, the reports of the Numazu's butterfly's death are greatly exaggerated.  And on behalf of your readers, may I say be in the moment with your beloved of the moment and "butterfly on"

[numazu]

Day 9.0 Crowne-ing Achievement

 

After watching the show at X-Size, and tearfully saying goodbye to that gorgeous Viet Boy, we decided to just go back to the condo. No DJ Station or G.O.D. tonight. I wanted to sleep a bit early because it was our last night at the Surawong Condo. Before all the travel changes I made to this trip, this was supposed to be my last night in Bangkok. But because my trip was delayed one day, I decided to extend my departure by two days. Unfortunately the Surawong condo unit I was staying at was already booked for the extra two nights I needed. So we needed to leave tomorrow morning before 12 noon and go to our new home, the Crowne Plaza.

 

We get home and we were still kind of full from the buffet. I remind BurBoy of the change in living quarters tomorrow. He asks for times, then he reminds me that we needed to get my laundry before we leave so I can put it in my roller bag, instead of carrying it with us to the walk to Crowne Plaza. I tell him we can do it after breakfast tomorrow, so I guess we needed to finish breakfast before 11 AM to account for packing and cleaning the condo before 12 noon.

 

We get to the Master’s Bedroom and like clockwork BurBoy takes off all his clothes and heads to the bathroom. He will do some business and shower but wanted me to shower in the other bathroom.  I do what I am told. I take a nice hot shower and take my time. I finish and then naked, get back to our bed in the Master bedroom and was reminded as to why we took a nap at the guest bedroom earlier. The Master bedroom bed was streaked with massage oil and cum. I take the sheets off the bed and bunch it up and throw it on the floor. I take some of the pillows and transfer them to the guest bedroom. I get under the covers and wait for BurBoy.

 

I hear BurBoy turn off the lights in the condo and comes in naked with a bottle of water. He turns off the light in the bedroom and gets under the covers with me.  He cuddles up next to me and I turn to him and we kiss. Some oral, some body contact, and we chuck wow together. BurBoy goes to the bathroom and comes back with a towel and we clean up. He takes a swig of water and bids me good night. We spoon, and I sleep this way. I never like cuddling to fall asleep. Somehow it is easy with BurBoy.

 

The alarm wakes me up at 8:30 AM. I go to the bathroom to pee and come back and see that BurBoy does not want to wake up:

 

 

I make some coffee and then I start packing up while I let Burboy sleep. Three short nights here and my stuff was everywhere. My luggage is half full, I just realized that most of my clothes are being laundered, hopefully done today. I see the Space Hair Bar Calendar in my backpack and remember how fun that was. BurBoy appears and sees me intentlylooking at the calendar. He asks to see the calendar. I give it to him and he looks at the pages and pages of hot, shirtless, nubile Khmer flesh. He knew I went to Cambodia so it shouldn’t be a shock that I had the calendar. He asks me a few questions about gay bars in Cambodia. I was honest with him. I didn’t tell him about Cambodia Boy though.

 

I finish packing and my coffee, and BurBoy finishes looking at the calendar, and we decide to get breakfast. We decide to look for a different breakfast place this morning so we walk along Surawong till we see the Tawana hotel had a breakfast going on right now. We go in and get handed menus. We both get the western breakfast. Nothing special to report except that it was probably overpriced for the quality but it was good for now.

 

We cross the street and go into Hilton Tailors to get my clothes. The man yesterday was there and recognized both of us. I get BurBoy the money (350 baht) and he in turn gives it to the man. He hands BurBoy a fancy yellow paper bag and all my clothes were there. I peek inside and see all my tshirts and shorts and socks all neatly folded in the bag. I count the clothes and everything seems to be there. Money well spent. We walk back to the condo and I shove all my now clean clothes in my roller bag. BurBoy packs as well and shoves everything in his big backpack. I straighten up the living room, and put all the uneaten food in my bag and the partially eaten food in the trash.

 

We finish packing and then we go to the office to drop off the keys. BurBoy takes the keys and talks to the employee there. He takes BurBoy’s cell number if there were any questions for us. BurBoy takes my roller bag and we walk to Crowne Plaza. It was 11 AM and on a Sunday morning and the sidewalks were not busy. It was hotter than the previous three days and before we got to Rama IV we both were a little bit sweaty.

 

We get to Crowne Plaza and I get a “Welcome back, sir!” from the doorman, and then the Concierge, and then coming up the elevator to the 23^rd Floor, the various receptionists at the lobby. It was like coming home, I guess. I automatically take out my passport and credit card and give it to one of the receptionists, and then I ask BurBoy to take his passport out as well. They make copies of BurBoy’s passport (they already have a copy of mine), I get my usual room upgrade and then I also get access to the Crowne Lounge for free (I don’t get this amenity for free every time). I thank them for accommodating me at an early time before check-in, and for the extras, though I guess since they saw me 8 days ago they feel like I am here so often and maybe feel I needed to be rewarded for my loyalty.

 

We get to the room and it is the same type of room I get upgraded to. A deluxe room with plenty of room for two, and a great view of Bangkok at the 30^th floor:

 

 

BurBoy takes a few photos as well. And then collapses on the bed. I’ve always thought the beds in Crowne Plaza were the best I’ve slept in in Bangkok, or ever in my life. Maybe its because I’ve made fond memories on these beds through the two years I’ve been going to Thailand.

 

I ask BurBoy what he wanted to do. He tells me he is a little bit thirsty. I go to the bathroom and instantly knew the two free bottles of water were there. I give one to BurBoy. I tell Burboy if he wanted more drinks, like a cola or beer or milk or coffee for free, we had access to the lounge on our floor. He tells me we can probably go there later. I ask him what he wanted to do next. He tells me he wanted to have a dip in the pool. We both take a quick shower and get into our swimsuits and take the bathrobes in the closet and head to the 24^th floor where the pool, and the gym, were.

 

We had to go through the gym to get to the pool. BurBoy peeked inside the gym and told me we can go to the gym later. We take towels from the gym. We get to the pool and at 12 noon no one was there:

 

 

Maybe low season? We didn’t care. We take off our bathrobes and put them in one of the loungers and we take a dip. The temperature is always perfect in this pool. We do some laps, we joke around. We talk about what we can do today and what was the plan tonight. After 20 minutes of swimming a couple of farang guests check out the pool and lounge in the loungers. After 20 more minutes of swimming and talking, I ask BurBoy if he was done. As we both get out of the pool some Asian guests come in and use the pool as well. We towel dry and put our robes back on and get back to our room.

 

We take a shower together. No hanky panky but I guess out of habit we still shower together. As we put on clothes (and as I appreciate the scent of my newly laundered clothes), we talk and decide to go to MBK to shop for some clothes. It is Sunday morning, and we could have probably gone to Chatuchak market and hunt for even cheaper things, but would rather go to an aircon mall right now, instead of sweating it to the elements in Chatuchak.

 

We walk to Silom Rd and get to the BTS Sala Daeng Station. I take out a 100 baht note and get it changed to coins at the one of counters. We get the correct fare to the National Stadium station, get our fare cards, get in the turnstiles, get up to the level with the trains and wait for the train. BurBoy takes my hand and is unconcerned about strangers seeing us together. The train comes and we get in and there are no seats available so we stand in the center, holding on a nearby pole for support.

 

MBK as a mall is a peculiar thing for me. It was one of the first malls I have visited in Thailand ever. It is famous, rightfully so, because of the variety of shopping, and the deals to be had, in this mall. At my first visit, I thought that the mall was like someone shoved a street market into a mall. I don't think there is any rhyme or reason why certain kiosks were in certain places in the mall. And thank goodness for the aircon. You can comfortable shop for deals without having to withstand the heat and humidity that Thailand has. 

 

We get off at the National Stadium station and follow the signs to MBK. We get there and look around for deals. I pass by this again and I always find it funny that these two coffee shops are next to each other:

 

 

BurBoy and I had a mission. We wanted to get short shorts that were all the rage with the gays these days. You know, the ones that stop mid-thigh and wear a little bit tight. We comb through the aisles until finally we find a shop that had shorts that was close to what we were looking for. There was a nice lady with a sewing machine in her shop who helped us. BurBoy talked to her, in Thai, about our shorts mission, and they get in a conversation about it. She points to some shorts in her shop and we peruse and choose the colors we liked.

 

She asks BurBoy to do something. BurBoy tells me that she wants us to try on the shorts, and then tell her if we wanted to get the shorts shortened to the length we wanted. There was a curtain in her little store where we could change in modesty. We take turns changing and then we look at the length of the shorts hugging our thighs. The tight fit was just right, but the shorts were a little bit long. I tell her where I want the length to be. She marks the spot with a pencil. BurBoy does the same. We change back to our own shorts and give the new shorts to the lady. She talks to BurBoy some more. Burboy tells me to give her an hour to cut off the extra length in the shorts. BurBoy then tells me the shorts were 350 baht each. I give her 700 baht.

 

We do some more shopping around MBK. We see some more underwear that BurBoy liked and I buy two of them for him, which was 100 baht each. He finds a tshirt that he wanted, and I buy it for 200 baht. I find some shirts I liked but did not buy anything. Pretty soon it was time for us to get our shorts. We got lost for a little bit but retraced our steps and found the woman’s shop again. She sees us and hands us a plastic bag with our shorts. Burboy thanks her and we leave. We look at other things but don’t buy anything else.

 

So about our two boy bar night, and food, next, to be continued…

[numazu]

Day 9.4 The Mango Tawan Tree

 

We wrap up our shopping spree at the mall MBK and head over to the BTS station to get back to Sala Daeng. I really did not need any more clothes but one must buy the occasional trendy frock to keep up with the times. When I do so I have to throw away, or give away to consignment shops, any clothes that may be replaced by my new finds. I try to keep the clothes shopping to a minimum but sometimes the boys are hard to say no to.

 

BurBoy and I take the BTS to the Sala Daeng station and we use the stairs to get to street level on Silom Rd. At late afternoon on a low-season Sunday, the sidewalks were busy with observers and commerce. There were already a few kiosks propped up for the night market, with some people shopping their deals. There were some hungry passers-by sampling the street food that Bangkok is famous for. And there were tourists, slow-walking their way back and forth on the sidewalk, contributing to the countless millions that consider Thailand their idea of a vacation.

 

We get on the sidewalk and see the Boots Pharmacy by the stairs. We decide on getting a few things for the room. I take a basket and hand it over to BurBoy. I put some face products like a face wash and masks, as well as some Snail White product for my BF. BurBoy asks me if I could buy him a bottle of lotion and some mouthwash (I say yes of course). And finally I get some waters and some chocolate bars for some in-room snacking. I pay for our loot and head back to the Crowne Plaza.

 

We get back to our room and like clockwork BurBoy takes off his shoes, shirt and shorts and parade in our room in his tiny undies. I love that BurBoy is pretty generous with his willingness in exposing flesh while we are together. With such a fit and nubile body one should be as naked as one can possibly be. He is also very encouraging with me giving him occasional touches and kisses while he is exposed this way. One wonder how he really is in his personal time. Maybe this is who he really is.

 

I notice that the staff have left some food items that I have come to expect with my stays here at this hotel. There were some breads, jam and some fresh fruit left on our small side table. This gave me an idea. It was 5 PM and it was “happy hour” at the Crowne Plaza Lounge. I tell BurBoy to sit tight while I take the 20 steps to the lounge just next to our room.

 

If you don’t get it offered complimentary, the Crowne Plaza charges 600-750 baht for their Crowne Plaza lounge access that comes with a buffet breakfast in the morning as well as access throughout the day for drinks, as well as other amenities like a 500 baht laundry allowance (which in Crowne Plaza pricing is about 4 pieces of clothing) and late check-out. This may or may not be worth it to a lot of people, but I think what puts this offer over the top is the happy hour access everyday at 5PM – 8PM. They serve some basic beers and wines, as well as cocktails, and a variety of appetizers are also available during the time. I don’t know how many times I’ve filled my tummy with the appetizers that has been my dinner for that day.

 

I get to the lounge and give the receptionist my room number. I then ask her if I can get a glass of wine and some food and take it back to my room. She said it wasn’t a problem as long as I return the plates and glasses to the lounge when I was finish. I ask for a glass of red wine, and choose four plates of various meat pastries and mini-sandwiches. I pile all the food in one plate and maneuver all this in my arms and I go back to the room. I use the key card and manage to open the door and set all the food on the desk. We both partake of the food and get our fill.

 

After our snack we decide to wash our faces and put on the face masks we just bought. You haven’t been a proper gay couple if you haven’t shared a moment to relax wearing face masks together. I open a 3-pack of Snail White face masks and give one to BurBoy. We wear our masks and lay on the bed and watch The Hobbit – The Battle of the Five Armies, which was on TV. After 30 minutes we take off our masks and then wash our faces. I set the alarm for 7 PM and take our required nap of the day. I feel that tonight is going to be a long one.

 

The alarm wakes us up, and out of habit we shower together. It was a non-sexual soap down, but I must comment on how much I like the overhead rainfall showers that the Deluxe Rooms had. The shower was also big enough for 3 people (I am speaking out of experience here), so there was enough space to thrash around and have shower fun in there. But right now we weren’t in the mood, though I made it a point to tug on BurBoy’s dangling cock. I love that he is a shower, and his cock is as impressive just hanging there, as it is erect.

 

We towel dry and start dressing up. We chose to wear our newly tailored short shorts today, as well as similarly colored t-shirts. We style our hair and give each other kisses as we head out the door, and onto the street at Rama IV road. We make out way to Surawong Rd and walk towards Soi Tarntawan, where we decide to have dinner at a new favorite of mine, the Mango Tree.

 

Mango Tree has been a recent discovery of mine, and it is Dream Boy Thai Guy’s fault:

 

He asks what kind of food I wanted to eat, I tell him since I am in Thailand, I wanted some good Thai food. He settles on Mango Tree near Tawan. An interesting choice since, from what I understand, it is a chain restaurant, and I have not tried it before for some reason. But I trust his judgement. It is raining a little bit so we get the concierge to get us a cab.

 

As the cab enters Soi Tantawan from Surawong Rd, we pass by Tawan and see some boys outside talking and laughing. I tell myself that I’ll be there tonight. We get to the Mango Tree and get seated immediately. We order the duck curry, soft shell crab and a mango salad. Everything was so delicious. 

 

I try to not go to chain restaurants, especially when on vacation travel, because the authentic local cuisine is much more interesting and satisfying than reliable, but ultimately standard, almost unimaginative, fare that most chain restaurants have. But Mango Tree is good enough and reliable enough that I feel the need to visit over and over again. It is also close to Tawan, one of my favorite “boy” bars, so after enjoying all the meat fit to eat at Mango Tree, one need only take a few steps and enjoy all the meat fit to eat at Tawan.

 

On a Sunday night the restaurant was a little bit busy, but the receptionist was able to sit us inside. We were grateful for the availability inside the restaurant, as the presence of aircon was needed because we both sweat a lot when we eat. I was a bit surprised that I get seated at the same table I was seated the last two times I ate here. Maybe it was a gay table.

 

I encouraged BurBoy to order anything in the menu that he wanted. I was in a celebratory mood today. We order drinks, mine was a rum and coke and a mango shake, BurBoy was coconut water in a coconut. We look at the menu and decide on what we wanted. I opted for their “appetizer sampler” that had some grilled chicken skewers, some fried shrimp and pork and some papaya salad garnish, and some Isan Tom Yum (Tom Saap). BurBoy added a whole grilled fish and some chicken and lettuce salad.

 

As we wait for our meals and drink from our glasses, I remind BurBoy of the VietBoy we met at X-Size the night before. I asked him if he still wanted to have a threesome with him and me. BurBoy says that he did find VietBoy really cute, but he hesitated in saying that he wanted a threesome. As much sex as we share with each other, I have a feeling that he does not have much interest in it when he is by himself. He practiced moderation in everything, as any good Buddhist would do, and at the beginning of our relationship he has railed against my seeming wanton view towards sex and food.  But through time with spending more time with me he seems to have indulged in some excesses, at least with food and pleasures of the flesh. Maybe I am a bad influence.

 

I look around the restaurant and see a familiar face. Sitting on the next table with a farang (customer?) was Phet, a Tawan boy:

 

 

 

He was my first off ever back in 2014. Back then I was a nervous bundle of nerves and almost couldn’t turn that corner to Soi Tarntawan to get to Tawan. I have only read about Tawan through trip reports, but I knew I wanted to check out the place and maybe off a boy. I went inside eventually, and with feigned confidence I ordered my first drink at a boy bar and watched my first gogo show. It was Phet, with his winning smile and boyish charm who showed some interest in landing me that night.

 

He took the initiative to sit down beside me, order a drink for himself, and applied just the right amount of body contact, said just the perfect combination of words, and featured the best that his body had to offer, enough for me to say yes when he asked if I wanted him for the night. I didn’t ask if he was a bottom (he wasn’t). I didn’t ask how much long time was (3000 baht). And I didn’t even ask if he was straight or gay (straight as an arrow). But that didn’t matter. I had my first off, and it was what I expected it to be. And it set me down the road to many more happy offs through the next two years.

 

It looked like he was having a lot of fun with his farang friend. I do hope they have fun tonight.

 

Our food arrives and it all so good:

 

 

As we both share in the feast that we have before us, we talk about the night ahead. I have told BurBoy about what I believe has the best show in Bangkok: the boy bar Jupiter. He is very interested in seeing the show, so that’s where we are going next.

 

Jupiter, and another bar, next…

[vinapu]

Nice to see happy familiar face of Phet with his trademark hairstyle I like so much. He is one of most popular boys at Tawan and reports are he is offed almost daily.

 

He is of historical significance not only for you  Numazu  as your first off ever.

 

For me he is first and only boy who backed from a deal. In May 2015 after all was negotiated and sealed with 3500 LT fee agreed , another first ever for me, all off the sudden he announced that he must go with another client and he dropped me with mouth gasping for an air LOL.

 

No , I don't hold any grudges and gladly will give him another chance, business in business.

[Jasper]

Thank you for the photo.

This reminded me of a happy time.

[numazu]

Day 9.6 Jupiter is the new Tawan

 

It would have made more sense for us to just take the few steps on Soi Tantawan and head over to Tawan, the muscle gogo bar. But I've already gone with BurBoy to Tawan 8 days ago, so going somewhere else would be desirable. We make our way out to Surawong Rd and walk down to a fairly busy road. The sidewalk that goes by Patpong is always very busy, and almost impassable at times, filled with tourists and vendors. We cross the street to walk on the less busy, less lit side of Surawong.

 

It is 9:45 PM so we had time before the usual start times of the boy shows at 10:30 PM. I decide to go by Soi Twilight to go to Hot Male beer bar to say hi to paulsf. I see him hanging out and sharing drinks with the boys. That is not a bad place to be. I wave at him and we talk about our days and activities while BurBoy listens to our rapid-fire English conversation that probably was a little bit complex for his comprehension.

 

After a few minutes catching up it was time to go to Jupiter. Since it was a fairly popular bar, we needed to get there a few minutes earlier to get the premium viewing seats. One must make a little bit of effort to get a good vantage point to ogle at the hot boys. We both say goodbye to paulsf, with BurBoy giving him a peck on the cheek and a hug. We get out of Soi Twilight, which by this time is in full swing with revelers and boys. We cross the street and then to an alleyway that leads to Jupiter.

 

Jupiter has its admirers and detractors for sure. I view it as a nice starter bar for friends who haven’t been to a gogo boy bar before, who are game to see a good show. The show numbers themselves aren’t too overly explicit, so you can take your squeamish friends to this bar if they are not prepared to see outright penis in full view. The boys are gorgeous, at least to me. The typical Jupiter boy is usually tall, fair-skinned, trim and wth handsome looks. The number one complaint of many people who try to actually off these guys are that they are duds in bed. They are pretty to look at for sure, but most people feel that the boys are divas in bed.

 

I’ve only been able to off one guy in this bar, and as luck would have he was one of the rare bottoms that could be found in this bar. Like everyone, he is tall(ish), lean, and had very pretty boy looks. His hair style was fairly trendy, and his clothes were expensive and complemented his Jupiter aura. It was a fun time in and out of bed, and very passionate, and had no problems bottoming and performing. He charged 3000 baht long time, fairly standard with what I am used to in the Bangkok “premium” bars. I never saw him again after that encounter, and in my recent visits to Jupiter, I have never seen him in that bar. He may have quit, who knows.

 

We get to Jupiter at 10:15 and see that the place is about a third occupied already. The captains tried to lead us to some seats in the back, but I decided to choose the seats that where at the center and prime viewing position. We give them our drink orders (rum and coke and a Heineken) and turn our attention to the boys onstage. There was about 4 boys onstage right now, all in white square swim trunks, with some of them wearing tank tops and some shirtless. The boys would usually rotate every minute or so to give other boys backstage their turn in the spotlight. I like this method. It was not like in Dream Boy where they have almost all the boys in their stable onstage. Since they had about a hundred of boys a night, that stage is pretty full at the beginning of the night. Not Jupiter. They give a few boys their time to shine for a few minutes. This method also enables the customer to scrutinize a boy with more detail and less distractions.

 

I see BurBoy looking at the boys intently. He asks me: “You want off boy, na?” I tell him maybe, and let him on a little secret, that the boys here have a reputation of being not good in bed. He then asks me: “You off boy here before?” I tell him the truth, and about the Jupiter bottom. “He here now?” I say I don’t see him, but tell him he looked like a guy who was onstage right now, pointing to a boy probably in his early-20s and had a very trendy hairstyle. BurBoy stares at the boy for a while, then tells me “He handsome boy.” I ask him if he wants to buy the boy a drink. “No, I OK now.”

 

As the boys rotate to welcome a new boy from backstage everyone in the audience looks at the newcomer. After a minute the boys rotate again, and then I see a big hulking presence part the curtains and take his place onstage. It was Mekhin, one of the stars in Tawan, now a Jupiter “boy”. I was kind of surprised he was here. Thinking about it, he was a little bit bigger and a little bit older than the typical Jupiter boy. But he was fair-skinned and handsome so he is a fit. I could speculate why he is here but would just reference the post made by Jasper about his interview with Mekhin:

 

http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10572-interview-with-mr-mekhin

 

Choice quote:

 

I told him there is this reputation about Jupiter boy that many farangs are not happy with. Some customer service issue etc.
Mekhin said there are no farangs in Jupiter. Ok you and Jupiter boys could care less about farangs now it seems.
I wondered if there is something to do with his recent trip to China and his move to Jupiter.

I heard about Jupiter's quite strict rules and asked how he feels about them.
He said he needs to be careful about how he looks including his hair style. No wonder all Jupiter boys look the same.
He emphasis there is a rule in place that boys cannot pursue a customer in premises and boys need to be called by a customer to sit with him. He then said inTawan there was a constant need to hustle customers, say hello shaking hands etc some practise that all Tawan customers are familiar with.

 

Interesting insight on the difference between Tawan and Jupiter. Perhaps the reason why Jupiter boys have an aura of passiveness is because it was a directive that came from within management. This style does appeal to certain customers, who may prefer their hire for the night to be put on a pedestal and admired, and engagement and personality take a back seat. Some posters here have messaged me about their time with Jupiter boys, and I can confirm that some have shared that the boys show their personalities eventually, and some of them turn out to be pretty nice guys. Maybe the challenge is actually unwrapping the layers of a Jupiter boy to get to the authentic center of the boy. Maybe thats the hidden point of this bar. Sounds like a challenge I will pursue in the future.

 

I explain to BurBoy that Mekhin was a Tawan guy before. He thinks about it and then says “Oh bar with big boy. Bar with boy one pack.” Yes some of the boys in Tawan did not have the six packs that usually came with muscles that big. Seeing Mekhin now, he did stand out quite a bit from his leaner and younger brethren. I am sure he will find a good home here. Though I do wonder what Tawan will do with their flyers, since Mekhin is prominently featured in them:

 

 

Soon the bar fills up with customers to capacity. It was Sunday night, but it was low season, so a full bar is probably impressive in such a slow few months. As before it was 99% Asian, with a few farang sprinkled in the premises. Have the farang totally abandoned this bar? Are the boys just too passive? Do the boys and management prefer the Asian clientele? I don’t understand it.

 

The light flickers and its time for the show. The beginning of the show is always the one that I hate the most. Narrated here:

 

The show begins with all the boys onstage, dancing anemically to the song “Boys Boys Boys” by Sabrina. This dance number is a great microcosm of the Jupiter as a gogo bar. As Sabrina sings the lyric: “Boys, boys, boys, I’m looking for a good time. Boys, boys, boys, get ready for my love”, the boys half-heartedly try to move in the simple choreographed steps, with what one would only describe as “indifferent dancing”. The song conveys what we customers want the boys know about our intentions for them tonight (I’m looking for a good time, get ready for my love), while the boys react in classic Jupiter fashion: gorgeous visuals paired with detached aloofness.

 

After this horrible opening number, the song “Muscles” by Diana Ross came on. It was time for the muscle boys number. There were four boys behind the curtain and were slow dancing to the song. After playing behind the curtains they stepped into the stage in full view of everyone. The song was about muscles, and for the first time all the boys onstage were fairly accurate to the song. All four boys were well-built guys in skimpy white briefs. Mekhin was in the right side, with #60, the arrogant one with the perfect muscular body, in center right. The other two with them were muscular stunners. The one on the left side especially, was gorgeous. Very defined muscular body, handsome young face, and trendy hairstyle.

 

All four (including Mekhin) had six pack abs, defined pecs, and muscular thighs. As much as Tawan is known to be the only bar devoted to muscle guys in Bangkok, Jupiter is certainly giving it a run for its money. Jupiter was able to steal Mekhin away from Tawan to join #60 to up their muscular average. By acquiring two more muscular studs with more defined bodies than the ones in Tawan, they are doing quite a good impression of Tawan. Maybe even surpassing Tawan in terms of what a good muscular body should look like, at least to me. So from Mango Tree, we avoided to go to Tawan, but I guess it found us in the end anyway. BurBoy sees me salivating at this spectacle and gives me a playful pinch in the arm.

 

I do like the lady boy lip-sync numbers in this bar. For starters, they know the lyrics to the song they are “singing”, and they usually mouth out the words pretty well. There was a rousing duet of “Tell Him”, sung by Barbra Streisand and Celine Dion, and the two ladyboys doing the number even get the mannerisms and tics that those two divas are known for. The dance numbers with the lady boys are also superior to other bars with pretty good choreography and features some of the hot boys as well.

 

The boy numbers were the typical ones that Jupiter had in its stead, so nothing was new, except that they had the new muscular guys in some of the numbers, improving them greatly, in my opinion. Some of them were even good at dancing, which is usually a rarity with some of the other bars. Of course nothing too explicit, and you could only see penis in quick bursts through towels or cupped hands. The explicit number is always reserved in the end. It is the two shower dance number done in the glass box they had in the left side of the stage. Full erect penis is featured in these numbers, though through a sometimes fogged up glass box. The three Jupiter boys who do these on a nightly basis are no doubt paid extra due to more exposure.

 

We finish our drinks halfway through the show, and soon the show has ended as well. To me, it is always a satisfying show, and if you are reluctant to try offing the famously aloof Jupiter boys, it’s a good bar to bring your already offed boy to a bar if you are looking for some clean and fun boy entertainment.

 

But the night is not done, and we are looking for more trouble, so we decide to go to the one boy bar that was open past 1 AM, Screw Boys…

[Jasper]

For me he is first and only boy who backed from a deal. In May 2015 after all was negotiated and sealed with 3500 LT fee agreed , another first ever for me, all off the sudden he announced that he must go with another client and he dropped me with mouth gasping for an air LOL.

 

I had a good laugh imagining Vinapu gasping for an air like a goldfish.

Thank you for cheering me up.