ozmouse Posted February 21, 2017 Posted February 21, 2017 Reading that last episode got me all horny, and I don't even like 'hunks' LOL Perfect mix of prose and porn - I love it! couldnt say it better myself vessey.... applause to you numazu.... you rode like a champion! Now i want too!! (sorry im only catching up on the story.... im referring to btming for muscleboy) Quote
eurasian Posted February 21, 2017 Posted February 21, 2017 ggokk thanks for reminding me ... '' He takes his suitcases and gives me a kiss on the cheek, and then a big long hug, lingering and strong, as if to give me enough affection to last me the long 3 months ahead before seeing me again. I didn’t want to let go, but I did, just because I had to. '' ... I will be really looking forward to 3 months later Quote
eurasian Posted February 21, 2017 Posted February 21, 2017 Sorry for the spelling mistake ... ggobkk Quote
bucknaway Posted February 21, 2017 Posted February 21, 2017 Fake tattoo to hide that hickey vinapu, eurasian and Alexx 3 Quote
Popular Post numazu Posted February 22, 2017 Author Popular Post Posted February 22, 2017 Day 8.5: Tale of Two Airports Before we head over to Mandalay Airport I stop by the shops scattered in the periphery of the Jade Pagoda. I was always to snag some very nice Jade jewelry for my Mom, BF, BurBoy, and some siblings. Kaung asks if they were genuine jade and they said yes. Some of the cheaper ones are lower quality jade. I also found some cute jade figurines to put in my office and house. I was in a jade buying spree. We get back to the car and shove my newfound jade booty in my luggage. I get in the car and looking at my watch realized that I had less than 2 hours left before my flight. I look at Google Maps and see that it will take us 21 minutes to get to the airport: I hope we do not have any issues getting there. We get on the highway from the Jade Pagoda, but we were going the opposite direction to the airport. Since it was divided highway, we get on this “off-ramp” and get on the highway on the other side: The off-ramp was just us plowing through some bushes and then getting on a rural road and u-turn it back to the other side of the highway. Not the most comfortable of u-turns but it got the job done. On the way Kaung and I say our goodbyes. I thank him for the great time. He thanks me as well, and asks me to thank BurBoy for being a good companion. He asks me what I was doing in Bangkok with BurBoy. I tell him about the White Party. Well probably not all about the White Party, just that it was a dance party over 3 nights. I show him photos of the venue and everything. I try to hide my hickey while talking to him, but I know it’s as obvious as a flare shot up a starless night sky. We get to Mandalay Airport at the estimated time: I say thank you to the drivers and Kaung. I gave Kaung and the drivers a little bit extra as a tip. They were very thankful as I got helped with my bags. Kaung talks to one of the airport employees and the employee takes my bag right away. I say one last good bye before they speed away. The employee and I get to the bag security check thing and he sets my luggage there. I was about to give him a tip because he helped me, but he made a waving gesture to say “no” and walked away. I just thought everyone deserved a tip today. There was an hour left before I can make my scheduled flight, but going up to the counter to check-in my luggage, I am told that the flight is 45 minutes late. This is what happens when you travel on high season. And doubly so that it was New Year’s Eve today. No doubt a lot of revelers are making their way to Bangkok today to celebrate the New Year. Not only is Bangkok known as the "City of Angels" (Krung Thep), but it is also the city of partying. Mandalay Airport, at least this terminal, was older than Terminal 1 at Yangon Airport, but it had the basic amenities, including clean toilets, that any decent airport in the world has. I always judge an airport by how often they clean their toilets are. Going through immigration here was a breeze, a feature I find comforting in Yangon, Siem Reap, and Phnom Penh airports, and comparing it to the disaster that is the Bangkok immigration lines. My airline of choice today was AirAsia. I have used Bangkok Airways to and from Yangon, and the flight from Bangkok to Mandalay. But my return flight to Bangkok, I chose AirAsia because of the time of the flight. Because of the Jade Pagoda stopover, I wanted a late noon flight. This will allow me to still be in Bangkok before evening, in order to make it to the second night of the White Party. I had to skip the first night due to my desire to stay an extra night in Mandalay and to afford BurBoy a chance to visit his family, before he has to take the bus to Bangkok. AirAsia is always a cheaper option than Bangkok Airways, and I find the service to be the same (except for the passenger lounge). The only big difference is the airport: Bangkok Airways uses the newer and more spacious Suvarnabhumi, while AirAsia uses the older and more cramped Don Meaung. I get to the main departure hall and see that there are some shops that I can go finish off my still healthy wad of Burmese Kyats. I counted my money and saw that I still had $80 worth of cash. Instead of converting these back to US Dollars or Thai Baht, which would no doubt incur a huge exchange penalty, I just thought of having a small lunch and buy a few trinkets to serve as souvenirs. There were some pretty nice shops to choose from. I see this Myint Myint Khin (MMK) shop, which had a few candies on sale: I found a few shops that sold fridge magnets, jewelry, and some “Longyi for Executives”. I also found this grotesque carton of Lucky Strike cigarettes, with a picture of what will happen if you smoke. I almost threw up my breakfast: I quickly found some delicious pineapple cookies to counter that Lucky Strike image, but strangely enough, they were Thai cookies, so I don't buy them, because it was weird to buy something from Thailand, in Myanmar, especially if you're waiting for your flight to get you to Thailand: I made a dent in my kyat wad, and now down to $15. I took out a few kyat bills to serve as souvenirs, and then headed over to the food section to hunt for food. I see this nice looking coffee shop, where I almost got my iced coffee: But I found a nice restaurant where they served lunch items and the iced coffee I needed. I ordered that and a seafood fried rice with egg as a snack: I stayed in the restaurant for an hour while I waited. My flight was delayed, and most of the passengers were waiting in the uncomfortable gate seating by our gate. I took my time to eat in my nice cushioned couch of the restaurant. After the hour was up they call us to board. We quickly board the aircraft and since I bought one of those upgrades to AirAsia’s “Hot Seats”, as well as food and drink onboard, I was one of the first to board the aircraft. It takes us about 20 minutes to complete embarkation, and we take off without incident. After 15 minutes, the meals were served, and I found myself eating again. Their meal choice was more palatable than Bangkok Airways. I chose a Chicken Curry when I booked the flight: Thai immigration forms were distributed, and with just over an hour in the air we start our descent into Don Meaung. First to board and first to leave, I race to the immigration counters, eager to start the last leg of my holiday: 9 nights in Bangkok. But I was soon stopped dead in my tracks by this sight: It seems that everyone and their mother was trying to get into Bangkok this New Year’s Eve. It was a horrible scene. All the immigration counters were staffed to full capacity, and yet it was mayhem out there. There seem to be some lines neatly formed close to the counters, but as it snaked through the arrivals hall, the lines blurred and it was a free for all. It was awful. I had to choose a line of course. How do I choose? I look and check the counters. Maybe choosing the officers who were younger would be the best. Maybe when you’re younger, you’re faster and less particular about what you look at in the forms? But that older guy in the center looked like he was letting everyone through at a fast clip, so maybe he is the guy to choose. But this one line by the far wall looked like they were served by two officers. Maybe I should go there. Decisions already! I choose one and stick to it. It takes me an hour and a half to get to my officer. It takes him literally 20 seconds to look at and stamp my passport. I take the elevators down to baggage claim, and then through customs and then to the taxi line, and find this: I’ve never seen the taxi line this busy before. The lines took the entire space from the exit to the far wall, and everyone looked like they were there forever, angry, looking hopeless, and resigned to their fate. Another freakin line. Everyone wanted to get in Bangkok tonight. I take matters into my own hands and fire up my Uber app. I know it is way more expensive to take Uber from the airport, but right now I didn't care. I look at my app and see there were some UberBLACK cars circling the area. I request for one and immediately a car accepts my ride: I make my way out side to the curb to wait for my ride. What I see was a sharp looking Toyota SUV in a sleek black color. The car stops and the driver gets out and takes my luggage and I get in the back. Very clean and nice, with the right amount of aircon. The driver confirms the address of my AirBNB condo for me and off we go. He was fast, darting through the busy Bangkok streets, and was able to avoid traffic. Pretty soon we were at the condo building and we was allowed to go in the gate entrance. He stops at the entrance and helps me with my luggage. He thanks me and wishes me a Happy New Year. He leaves the condo: The Uber flat rate for UberBLACK cars picking people up from the airport was 1000 baht. I looked at my app and see that I was only charged 378.37 baht for the whole ride: But 5 minutes later I got an email from Uber, adjusting the fare to 1000 baht. I was OK with that. I got rescued from Don Meaung hell by a big black savior, so I’d say that was a good use of my money. I go in the glass door entrance to the condo, and look for the lady host waiting for me with my keys to the condo unit. There was another person waiting for me, it was my prospective date for the White Party tonight. Remember when I told you that if BurBoy did not want to attend tonight’s party, that I was going to ask either X-Size’s ShanBoy or Jupiter’s MuscleBoy to accompany me? Well my choice was dutifully waiting for me, sitting on one of the couches. Who was it? Next post… vinapu, splinter1949, Alexx and 7 others 10 Quote
numazu Posted February 22, 2017 Author Posted February 22, 2017 BurBoy probably has an alien identification card or pink card that looks like this http://treasurygroup.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/24111.jpg This pink card allows him to stay and work in Thailand legally. And it probably allows him to cross the border by land. Although strictly by law, he'll need a passport to cross the border but the border control landside is less restrictive than the airside. CB may have entered Thailand with his passport and obtained a temporary stay visa (the same tourist visa issued to all foreigners). He probably 'work' in Thailand illegally and will have to leave and reenter every 90 days as the temp visa expires. This is it! Thanks for the confirmation. I have seen BurBoy use this pink card before for identification. I guess it is not as under the table as I thought, and I'm happy that BurBoy has it. I urged him to get a passport if for some reason we will fly somewhere outside Thailand. He used only ID once in a Bangkok Airways flight from Bangkok to Phuket, so I guess flying domestic in Thailand or Myanmar is possible with just the ID. I also find it a complete mystery, Maybe someone knows. My "Burboy" existed in Pattaya on a borrowed ID. He had no passport. However when the pangs of love took hold I could not bear the thought of him being found out so I sent him home to get a passport and a visa. All this took a bit of cash but not a lot of time. Now instead of the tortuous bus journey from Mai Sai to Pattaya he can take a bus to Chaing Rai and catch the "easy jet" south. I may be wrong but I understand he only needs a visa to make an overland crossing. Should he fly to BKK from Myanmar then he can enter on the tourist visa, same as us folk. Having said that I might have read that this was suspended after the alleged trumped up charges against 2 Myanmar boys accused of killing a couple of brits caused a bit of mayhem and a few insults towards the Thai hierarchy. One other point is that he is able, quite freely, to walk across the border with just his Myanmar ID but is limited to no further south than Chaing Rai. Maybe this is because he from Shan State and they may have special arrangements I do not know for sure. He tells me it is because he is ethnic Tai Yai but I will not begin to understand about that. fabulous reports by the way...and the balloon ride is now on my bucket list. Not sure about my little "pot noodle" if he is up for it. Going to take him to Hua Hin on the ferry next week for a belated valentines treat on my Marriott points. Lets see how he is on water first. Thanks for sharing your story. Still puzzled by allowing border crossings and yet not allowed to go past Chiang Rai. How do they monitor this? And how long did it take your BurBoy to get his passport? Mine is still waiting on his, after one and a half months. And let me know how Hua Hin went for you guys! I am planning on going this April pre-Songkran and would like to know what to look out for. And you must try the balloon ride. I've already have had quite a few members PM about it. I wish I could make money of off my recommendations! lol Malaysian and thailand gov had an agreement for border crossing where instead of passport, we can have a border pass instead, much cheaper and quicker to get, but only for area that are near the borders. I guess myanmar and thai also have similar arrangement? For us, only those who stay on the northern border states can apply, and they can only go up to songhkla area, so if they go to bkk or pattaya, it is considered illegal. Again, I wonder how they check for people going out of their approved areas. Is it just random checks? Or is there border police at outside of the approved area? As mentioned by others the photographs add a level of enjoyment and help to turn voyeurs ("boyeurs") into voyagers. Question: are you using only your phone as a camera? The clarity seems much sharper than that of most phone cameras. My miserable photography skills are shown in my current report and I'd like to improve for my planned May excursion. I only used my iPhone in this trip, so all the photos here taken by me are from my phone. I toyed with the idea of taking my DSLR with me to Myanmar, but that thing is big and unwieldy at times, and with the walking and barefoot touring we were doing, it would just be in the way. I upgraded my phone to an iPhone 7 Plus last fall in anticipation of this trip, and I got the 256 GB version so I can store all the photos. I use my DLSR camera less and less now. If I went somewhere super picturesque like to American National Parks, and I know I will have a car to use for touring, I will take it with me, and I am sure my photos would be stunning if I used it in Myanmar, but the camera phone I have is more than enough to take with me in the fast-paced touring I did. Advantages: no messing with memory cards and computers, using the graphic apps in my phone to enhance the photos, being able to upload choice photos directly to Facebook or Instagram in seconds, and having all my photos automatically backed up to iCloud (with a $2.99 additional fee because I have thousands and thousands of photos, as well as apps, to backup). The horseplay you captured at the village toll point reinforced what I've come to see repeatedly represented in my visits to Thailand and environs: the uninhibited joy that young people take in each others' company. Perhaps it comes from living in a more intimate conditions, in close proximity with others that fosters this mindset of acceptance. I'm sure that there other factors I may never fully appreciate but remains a joyous experience simply to witness it. Watching the physical closeness of the boys in SE Asia is a great thing to see. Sometimes I would see two boys sitting together, with their arms around each other, and there is nothing sexual about it, just two boys being close to each other. It's not something you see where I live, so when I see it out there I can't resist taking a photo. And BurBoy loves the horseplay, to the point where we trash our hotel room/condo unit because it can become rough at certain points. Quote
Creditisdue Posted February 23, 2017 Posted February 23, 2017 How much does the usual cab fare cost from the airport to the hotels near the bar? 1000 baht seems steep. from what I understand Uberblack is the luxury fleet of Uber. Quote
DivineMadman Posted February 23, 2017 Posted February 23, 2017 From DMK to Ratchadamri was recently about 350. UberBlack probably extra money well-spent after an hour at immigration and then facing another hour just waiting for a meter taxi. The wait for taxis at DMK seems particularly long, especially compared with Swampy. Creditisdue and paulsf 2 Quote
Popular Post numazu Posted February 23, 2017 Author Popular Post Posted February 23, 2017 Day 8.7: Playing with Fire #1: Covering All My Bases Let’s take a step back a little bit. Because of my last minute booking of the balloon ride over Bagan, I had to sacrifice the first of three nights of the White Party in Bangkok. And because BurBoy did not have a passport, he could not make the flight with me, and instead opted for the bus to Bangkok, which takes almost a day. We were both going to be in Bangkok at the same day, but since I was taking a relatively quick flight from Mandalay, I will get to Bangkok hours before him. Because of the length of the bus ride, BurBoy told me that he was not sure what time he was getting in Bangkok, but he was sure he won’t be in before 8 PM. And because of the arduousness of the journey in taking a bus/van all those hours, he also didn’t know if he would be up for going to the White Party that night we get to Bangkok. So I had to cover my bases. I had two successful offs a few nights ago in Bangkok: ShanBoy and MuscleBoy. Both 22, cute as hell, and were willing to go with me (for a fee of course). I’d rather go with BurBoy for obvious reasons (he is free, more caring, and he wanted to go), but won’t feel bad if I went with either the two other boys. So while in Mandalay I was talking to both boys on Line when I could. Just a few hi’s and hello’s, due to ShanBoy’s very poor English, and MuscleBoy being busy. I’m sure either would be a good choice to go to White Party, but I thought MuscleBoy was slightly ahead of ShanBoy due to English skills. I tell MuscleBoy what time I thought I was going to be at the condo, as well as the address of the condo. So tonight, when I got dropped off at the condo, meeting the AirBNB host at the lobby, I also see MuscleBoy, sitting on one of the lobby couches, waiting for me. It was almost 7 PM, and the host, myself, and MuscleBoy go up to the unit. The host welcomes us to a nice two-bedroom condo, with a nice TV and fully-furnished kitchen. She shows us the two bedrooms: one had a king-sized bed, and another a single bed. I booked this condo a month ago, when I thought I was going to invite two Pattaya boys with me to the White Party, instead of going with BurBoy, thus the extra bedroom. BurBoy was unsure he was going to be able to get back to Bangkok with me. I was covering my bases then. Now, I don’t mind the extra space. The lady leaves the condo unit and both of us are alone at last. MuscleBoy asks where to leave my luggage and I tell him to just put it in the Master Bedroom, pointing to it. I go to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands. When I emerge, Muscleboy gets in the bathroom as well. I inspect the unit and appreciate all the nice amenities included in the unit. There was a huge TV with cable in the center of the room, and there was a comfortable couch to sit on while watching. There was a decent kitchen table and full stove top and oven and huge refrigerator with some bottled water. I take two bottles and give one to MuscleBoy, who takes it gratefully. We sit on the couch and talk for a bit. He was wearing some nice fitting pants, a blue shirt open in the front, and a white and tight singlet underneath, revealing his huge pecs. As we sit, he puts his hand on my thigh and starts stroking it. We talk for a bit, about his day, his week of customers, my Myanmar trip, and plans for tonight. I tell him that I am waiting for word from BurBoy, my boyfriend, on what time he was arriving from Myanmar tonight, and if he was coming to the White Party with me. I told him I wasn’t sure if I was bringing him to the party with me, but I told him I will compensate him no matter what. He was sweet enough to come to the condo and keep me company while waiting for BurBoy, so that alone will warrant some payment. As we hang out, MuscleBoy puts a finger on my neck, rubbing my hickey. I laugh and say that I got this in Myanmar. He smiles and says “you get good kiss.” I asked him if he wanted to eat. MuscleBoy says he ate before coming here so he was fine for now. I was feeling a little bit hungry myself so I suggested we go to 7-11 just a block from the condo. I get some food and more drinks for the condo. MuscleBoy gets a Meiji chocolate protein drink. He takes all the grocery bags and we get back to the condo. And then my phone beeps telling me I had a Line message. It was BurBoy, telling me he was on the van that will take him back to Bangkok. I ask him to send me his location on Line. He does and it looks like he is about a little over an hour away from the condo. I panic a little bit. BurBoy was coming soon, and I was still with a boy! I type away and ask BurBoy if he wanted to go to White Party. He hesitated answering, before telling me he will decide when he gets to the condo, to see if he is too tired to go. I did not want to insist on a firm answer now. He might suspect that I had someone with me now. I send him the condo location through Line location so he knows where to fo. MuscleBoy and I get back to the condo. I weigh my options. What am I going to do with MuscleBoy and BurBoy? I wanted to go to the White Party, and will go with BurBoy if he wants to, but I did tell BurBoy that I was going with anddy, the forum member I met a few days ago, so I was going no matter what. He did not have to know that I was going to use his ticket to get MuscleBoy in if he doesn't go with me. I eat some of the snacks when we sit down and MuscleBoy drinks his protein drink. We finish eating. I have to spend my hour wisely with MuscleBoy. I didn’t want to have sex now (surprisingly), but I wanted to see MuscleBoy’s magnificent body. So I suggest we hang out at the smaller bedroom and cuddle. I suggested he strip down to his underwear while we cuddle in bed. He asks if he should shower first. I tell him that won’t be necessary. We get to the bedroom and he takes off his clothes to reveal very sexy tight white Calvin Klein underwear. He lies in bed and invites me to come over. I get in and touch his muscular torso and abs. He said he just went to the gym before coming here. It showed. It was great. The view from the window in this bedroom looked great as well: I take this moment to discuss with him what was going to happen. I tell him that BurBoy was getting here in an hour. I did not know if he was going to come with me to the party. I wanted him to come with me if BurBoy just wanted to stay home. It was 8 PM and MuscleBoy thinks about it for a moment. He says that he will go to Jupiter and wait for my Line if I needed him. I told him I will compensate him for his time here with me now, and will pay the bar off fee and the balance of his long time fee if he comes with me to the White Party. I’ll make sure that I Line him before 10 PM so he can get another customer in Jupiter if he wanted to. I then focus on the task at hand, admiring MuscleBoy. We talk some more. He seems way more relaxed now than our first time together. He confesses that he wishes that he had tonight off and instead spend some time with his friends on New Year’s Eve, but the bar will fine him if he doesn’t show, unless he pays the off fee first. I joke with him that if I off him tonight, he still wont be able to hang out with his friends and instead go to a gay dance party with hundreds of gay boys. He says he still prefers that, because he can dance and drink. My hand finds its way to his penis, still really thick with a healthy amount of foreskin. I pull down his underwear and play with his cock a little bit. It grows hard beautifully. I look up to him and he smiles. I kiss him and he kisses me back. I do a little bit more exploration. Maybe I should’ve asked him to shower. Oh well it is too late now. We just cuddle in bed and talk some more. I then get a beep in my phone. I look and forgot about the time! I see that BurBoy is asking me what the name of the condo building is. I type it in. He says he took a taxi from the bus station and will be there very soon. I hug MuscleBoy and then get off the bed. I ask him if I could take a photo of him in his underwear. He pulls up his briefs and puts his hands behind his head, showing me his armpits. I take some photos. He then makes me promise to not show it to anyone. I am a man of my word. I tell him that BurBoy was coming to the condo pretty soon. He gets off the bed and starts putting back his clothes. The sight of him putting clothes back on made me almost cry. Someone who looks like him should be naked all the time. I tidy up the bed, and then look for any evidence of MuscleBoy in the bedroom. In the main room I tidy up as well, taking the protein drink bottle and my snacks in the trash. I see MuscleBoy finish getting ready and I reach for my wallet. I take out 1500 baht for the almost two hours he was here. I tell him I will give him more if we see each other later tonight. He takes the money without counting and wais in appreciation. I take one last inspection of the unit before we both leave the unit and take the elevators. At the ground floor I leave the elevator first. The elevators were in the other end of the lobby from the entry doors, and were in a glass enclosure that required a key card to operate the doors to come in or get out. Before letting MuscleBoy out, I take a peek at the glass front doors of the building. I see BurBoy at the door, looking inside. I quickly grab MuscleBoy and tell him that Burboy is here! He quickly hides from sight and pushes the elevator button. He says he will take the elevator. I tell him I will take BurBoy up to the unit. I wait for MuscleBoy to get in the elevator, using the key card to operate the elevator, before getting out of the glass enclosure. When the coast was clear, I get out to get Burboy. I take my phone and see Line messages from BurBoy, most probably telling me he has arrived. I run over to the front doors to let BurBoy in. He sees me and smiles. He then tells me about his bus ride: long and arduous. I ask him if he was tired. He tells me he was, a little bit, but he thinks he just needs to shower. I nervously operate the door to open it to get to the elevators, slightly worried that MuscleBoy was still there. He wasn’t. We get in the elevator and then to the unit. In the unit, I get BurBoy a water. He takes it and then says he will use the bathroom to do his business and to shower. He closes the bathroom door. I quickly leave the unit and get back down to the lobby. Sure enough my instincts were right. I see MuscleBoy waiting by the elevators. He didn’t have a key card so he could not get out of the glass enclosure. I apologize profusely, and thank him again. I wave the key card to open the doors. He gives me his best boy smile and tells me to Line him soon. I tell him yes. He leaves, successfully this time. I get back up to the unit and hear water from the shower. After 5 minutes, BurBoy emerges, fully naked, abs and swinging cock and all. He gives me a kiss on the cheek. Crisis averted. Maybe not averted. He sees the hickey on my neck and stares at it. He looks at me with a mixture of anger and incredulity. Am I finally going to pay for all my boy craziness and dishonesty? Next… paulsf, Moses, rollingstone and 10 others 13 Quote
spoon Posted February 23, 2017 Posted February 23, 2017 You are such a tease man. Lol love it though. You got all of us hooked. TotallyOz 1 Quote
Popular Post numazu Posted February 24, 2017 Author Popular Post Posted February 24, 2017 Day 8.9: New Year, Old Me, Same Same BurBoy He grabs me and pulls me close to get a good look at the hickey. He rubs on it and looks at me. “Who did na?” he asks. I tell him the truth: “I find a boy from Hornet in Mandalay.” He looks at me, almost not believing me. “Sure na? You get Hornet? No boy bar Twilight?” I take him by the waist and say “Yes I am sure. You want to see my Hornet?” “No I OK. But you shower na. Shower together na.” “Why together? You finish shower already.” “I want see if have other,” pointing to the hickey. An inspection! I disrobe and head over to the shower. He is handling this better than I thought. I turn on the shower and once the water is hot enough I get in. He gets in as well, and gets the soap for my usual soap down. As he soaps me up he looks at my chest area, back, and cock. He doesn’t find anything else. He smiles at me and kisses me. “You have sex many na.” I nod, flashing my best charming and sheepish smile. I rinse and then step out of the shower to dry up. He does as well, but still looking at the hickey. “Hmmm. I think no good na. People say I give you big kiss na.” pointing at his neck where my hickey would be. So he was more worried about people seeing the hickey on me and thinking he gave it to me. Not the fact that I had sex with another guy. I finish drying and hold him close and kiss him deeply. I tell him to not worry about what other people think. I tell him the only thing that matters is what happens between the two of us. He asks me “Why you cannot wait for me have sex?” I say “I can have sex everyday ok.” He thinks about it then says “OK, after party have sex na OK?” I kiss him deeply and tell him “We can have sex now.” “No now, after na. Now I want go party.” The one thing you guys have to know about our relationship is that when we are together we are inseparable. It is not normal do be apart if we were in the same country. But when we are apart, we rarely talk about our activities, other than work, and his English classes (more on that later), or the occasional going out with friends, when I get a selfie of him with friends and bottles of whiskey in a Thai bar, or me in my American bar with my drink in front of boy strippers. So not telling him about this tryst last night when it happened, or asking for permission, is not our thing. So I wasn’t surprised that he wanted to come to the party, even if he was tired. We get energy from each other, and just the sight of the other guy gets the either of us going. He takes my hand and leads me to his suitcase. “What I wear for party?” I open his suitcase and we go through his things. I choose a nice muscle tee and tight shorts. He puts on tiny underwear and starts putting on clothes. I put on something as well. I arrange my money for drinks and food, and take out credit cards and such. I send MuscleBoy a quick Line, apologizing that i will not be able to off him tonight, and I hope he gets a customer. When I booked the AirBNB condo, I thought that it was decent walking distance to CentralWorld, the venue for the White Party. But Google Mapping it and assessing the walking distance, it looks like it will take us about 20 minutes to get to CentralWorld. We can walk it for sure, but the combination of us being tired, it being close to 10, and we have anddy, GT forum member extraordinaire, waiting for us, we decide to take a taxi. I leave the taxi getting duties to BurBoy’s capable hands. He gets one right away and off we go. There was considerable activity on Ratchadamri Rd on our way to the party. It was New Year’s Eve tonight, and we see a lot of people walking towards the direction of CentralWorld. I guess there was some sort of celebration or gathering at the mall. Pretty soon we hit a roadblock, and most of the surrounding roads along CentralWorld were closed for New Year’s Eve. BurBoy takes out some baht and pays the driver (60 baht for a 43 baht fare). We get off about a block from CentralWorld. We take the overpass to get to the mall. There were some barricades around CentralWorld, and people were snaking through the barricades to get inside the mall. There were some security guards that were telling people where to go. I guess because of the expected crush of people, there had to be some order to get into the mall tonight. We patiently go behind the end of the line and we dodge and turn and duck and 15 minutes later we are finally inside the mall. I text anddy that we are finally inside. He tells me that he is already up at the venue, and he is finding some of his friends. The party was at Muang Thai GMM Live House, which is on Level 8 at the enormous CentralWorld. This was the same venue of the Songkran parties. It takes us a lot of escalators to get to the venue, but pretty soon the general public that surrounded us on the lower floors, have progressively changed to a lot of gay boys. We knew we were close. We get to the main floor and I message anddy that we were here but we needed to get our tickets. I had a photo of my passport in my phone, and I took my California Driver’s License with me (I also use this at DJ Station). I readied the email confirmation of the ticket purchase. There was no line to get our tickets. The staff takes my phone to scan it. She then tells me that I didn’t go to the party yesterday. I was reminded that I bought the ticket for entry to all three night parties. I bought it 5 months ago when they had Super Early Bird prices, so what I paid for three parties is still less than the price of two parties if we bought them now. I Line anddy and tell him we are going in. We get in the ticketed area and see anddy waiting for us. We both get hugs and I introduce anddy to BurBoy. anddy speaks to BurBoy in Thai, and BurBoy is surprised that anddy can speak the language. We catch up on the few days that had passed, and then we decide to inspect the activity outside the main dance hall before going inside. There were a lot of backdrops in the periphery, with hot boys posing in front of them. And a lot of boys having their photos taken with the hot boys. We go inside and anddy says we are going join one of his friends who also came tonight. We enter the main dance hall and see that the party was well on its way at 11 PM: We force our way through the throngs of (mostly) hot, shirtless, sexy Asian boys who were having the time of their lives: anddy finds his friend. It was the Khmer guy who worked as a mamasan/captain at Fresh Boys, who we talked to a few nights ago after leaving X-Size. He was with some of his friends. We all get hugs, and BurBoy gets an extra hug, as the Khmer and him talk for a little bit in Thai. The music was hopping, the lights were flashy, and everyone was in a party mood this New Year’s Eve: And there were hot boys everywhere, talking, dancing, and occasionally making out: Some use the elevated platforms to good use, to see and be seen: There was a huge LED display that had the time, hanging over the center of the hall, no doubt for the impending New Year’s countdown: The stage was hopping as well, with the DJ playing the latest pop dance tunes. Everyone seem to know what was playing, and some were singing along, including BurBoy and myself: Lots of sexy dancers onstage, to complement the sexy boys watching offstage: anddy was successful in coaxing BurBoy to take off his shirt, to match all the boys there. As someone who was not at all modest indoors, BurBoy was kind of shy in public. I don’t know why he would be, he had an amazing body. We all dance to the beat. As his abs glistened in the dance floor lights, and as the time got closer to midnight, the boy crowd got thicker and thicker: As the countdown grew close, I tell BurBoy that it was customary to kiss your loved one at the stroke of the New Year. The tradition of kissing someone you love as the bells tolled at 12 midnight supposedly sets the tone for the rest of the year. He thought for a bit, and then got his phone and types in a word. He shows me the English translation: luck. I smile and tell him, yes, kiss me and you will be lucky all year next year. He laughs and we continue dancing. And the countdown begins. Someone onstage does the count, and we see the seconds tick away as 2016 winds down. At 12 midnight the confetti and smoke fall, and everyone screams and celebrate the New Year. I turn to BurBoy and we kiss. If this kiss sets the tone for the rest of the year, I am one lucky guy. traveller123, lilbob69, reader and 14 others 17 Quote
spoon Posted February 24, 2017 Posted February 24, 2017 Awesome pics of the party, ill be out of place if i were to attend. Looks like mostly fit young guys only. lilbob69 and eurasian 2 Quote
traveller123 Posted February 24, 2017 Posted February 24, 2017 Awesome pics of the party, ill be out of place if i were to attend. Looks like mostly fit young guys only. But, like me, you could enjoy looking at them eurasian 1 Quote
anddy Posted February 24, 2017 Posted February 24, 2017 Day 8.9: New Year, Old Me, Same Same BurBoy ... anddy, GT forum member extraordinaire *blushes* Good times, and BurBoy CLEARLY needed to take his shirt off, no need to be shy of fear any competition. I have to admit, I found it hard not to stare at him too much lol Awesome pics of the party, ill be out of place if i were to attend. Looks like mostly fit young guys only. yes that's true, but also there were many fat Chinese guys, too. It was mostly (but not only) those fat guys who hat that peculiar style of dancing, which involved a group of guys of anywhere between 4 to maybe 7 or 8 to hug each other from behind, forming a tight line of guys and having that sway heavily right and left with the rhythm of the music. That made it virtually impossible to have a good time and dance normally in their vicinity, so needed to find spaces with a distance to those interlocked swaying guys, which was a bit difficult at times. Anyway, there were tons of really hot guys, too, many many being Chinese. My very wild-and-rough guess for the Chinese ratio was anywhere from 50 to 70% of the entire crowd. The rest was other Asians, and probably no more than 5% farangs. That gave a glimpse of what it feels like to be a racial minority. What made matters worse, ind of, was that the vast majority of guys seemed to be "sticky rice". Bummer lol. Though later into the night I bumped into a cute and rather drunk Hong Kong guy who wasn't and we ended u making out for quite some time vinapu 1 Quote
DivineMadman Posted February 25, 2017 Posted February 25, 2017 peculiar style of dancing, which involved a group of guys of anywhere between 4 to maybe 7 or 8 to hug each other from behind, forming a tight line of guys and having that sway heavily right and left with the rhythm of the music. That made it virtually impossible to have a good time and dance normally in their vicinity, That group sway/hug line dance has been a feature of circuit parties since the start. It makes perfect sense to the people doing it, and might, just possibly, be induced - or enhanced - by taking ecstasy (or similar). Quote
Popular Post numazu Posted February 25, 2017 Author Popular Post Posted February 25, 2017 Day 9.0: Bangkok Street Food as a Religious Experience The stroke of midnight brought kisses and hugs. And then the party truly started with some banging beats from the DJ. BurBoy is dancing, happy, and taking a lot of photos and selfies and sending it over to friends. There were a lot of photos of him and me, him in his gorgeous shirtlessness, and me with… my hickey. He immediately sends me the ones that he liked the best on Line. But the busy few days have caught up to both of us. BurBoy had a long almost 14-hour bus ride from Myanmar to Bangkok today, and I was awake at 3:15 AM this morning after a busy and sexual night, and the two tour stops and flight back to Bangkok did not help things. At 12:30 AM both of us were fading, and pretty soon BurBoy was yawning. He whispers to me and says the magic words” “I am hungry.” We go to anddy and tell him we are retiring for the night. anddy is a known party animal, so 12:30 AM is probably like afternoon for him LOL. We were lightweights compared to him. We get hugs, as well as hugs from Fresh Boys captain, and off we went. It wasn’t easy to get through the hundreds and hundreds of boys on the dance floor, so BurBoy takes me by the hand and pushes through the crowd with me in tow. Lots of sweat smeared, arms and hands on the way, dodging and weaving through the dancing boys, and we were out of the main hall and we walk on our way out: As we exited we get out wrists marked with a reentry stamp, but we had no intention of coming back. We then make our way through the many escalators to get to the ground floor, and it was filled with gay boys leaving as well: It was nice to see the mall empty and just filled with gay boys on the escalator. I wish gay malls were a thing. We get to the ground floor exit and see that there were some straight couples trying to get in the mall. From what I can guess from the conversation, they were only letting people with tickets to the party back inside. I guess it really was a gay mall tonight. We get to the big area in front of the mall, and see that it was full of New Year’s revelers still up even well after the stroke of midnight: The streets were filled with people. Talking, laughing, walking. Lots of people still wearing black as well: There were some food tents set up in the area in front of the mall. It was mostly from restaurants from inside the mall. We were super hungry and we almost got some McDonalds to quench our hunger: But BurBoy was adamant in getting a good meal, so we peruse the other kiosks: Nothing really stood out for us so we kept looking. We get to the end of the area of the mall, and admire this giant photo of the new King: And then we see some really nice religious imagery, mostly Hindu, as we get out of the mall area. It was actually nice to see these on this night. I’ve always wondered about the crurious intersection of Buddhism and Hinduism in Thailand and Myanmar. Maybe I’ll ask BurBoy about this someday about what all this meant to him. BurBoy looks at the display and pays homage to some of them: No luck on the food front yet. We walk on Ratchadamri Road and we did not need to take the overpass this time. It was closed to traffic and people were walking on the car-less street. It was nice seeing this road empty. Its usually pretty busy other times: We see some restaurants on Ratchadamri Road, but when we try to get a table, we get turned away, saying that they are closed. We forget that it is almost 1 AM, so it is understandable. We make our way north, the way back to the condo, to see if we can find some food that we can be satisfied with buying and taking back to the room. We pass by this attractive couple going back to their motorbike. Couldn’t resist taking a photo, even if it doesn’t capture how cute they both were: And then the street food carts get interesting. We see our first purchase, some sausage balls on a stick. 20 baht for two skewers worth of yummy pork: Next to the sausage kiosk was one that had some interesting balls. There was an English translation and it said “Cheese Balls”, and I love cheese, so I had to have some. 39 baht for a small bag full: We pass by Phetchaburi Road, which was the point that Ratchadamri Road turns into Ratchaprarop Road. And then we hit the motherlode. BurBoy loves spicy salad, so he finds this kiosk with a lot of chopped vegetables and spices: He talks to the vendor and gets into a lively discussion with her. I recognize the language as Burmese, so as luck would have it he found a Burmese salad lady. He chooses the vegetables, noodles, meats, and spices he wanted for the salad. He then tells me that the lady was from Mon State, and she knew how to make the salad the way he likes it, and the way his Mom does it for him. I love that he found a little piece of home on the streets of Bangkok. We paid 90 baht for the salad. The kiosk next to Burmese salad lady had a few rice dishes, so I pick a fish cake entrée (I remembered the I loved the fish cakes in Yangon),and some chicken dish, and BurBoy gets a big order of rice for the whole dinner. 85 baht for the rice and two entrees from this vendor: One of the vendors asks me something in Thai. BurBoy rescues me and answers. The vendor puts in some plastic forks and spoons, and some paper plates, in our bag of food. We leave with some yummy food. While walking north we pass by some local people who were having drinks celebrating the New Year. There was some drunk singing, some drunk dancing, and a lot of New Year's joy. It was clear people were having fun on the streets of Bangkok. BurBoy motions me to move on. He was eager to try the food. We hit Chaturathit Road and we see this very interesting kiosk: BurBoy talks to the cook and he found what he was looking for: Tom Yum. We both love Tom Yum and I especially love how spicy some can get. The cook expertly cleans up some of his pots and directs (what I would assume) his wife to ready some of the vegetables for Tom Yum. He asks BurBoy to choose the seafood he wants with the Tom Yum, so we get directed to this pile of seafood and meats, mixed with ice to keep it fresh: BurBoy points to what he likes and the cook grabs his choices and starts cooking: As we wait for our delicious Tom Yum, I notice that the kiosk was so close to the road: There is something about Thai street food and its presence close to the road and cars exhaust and the general elements. There is nothing quite like it in the world. Its one of my favorite things to do while on holiday here, and BurBoy is game to encourage this habit of mine. After 10 minutes we get our 160 baht Tom Yum. We get to the condo and start staging the food for eating. It takes us almost an hour from leaving the party to our condo, but it was a journey through Street Food heaven. I was glad we were able to get this food, because it was all delicious. The photo does not do the flavors justice, but here it is: BurBoy’s Burmese salad, which was out of this world yummy: We gladly dig into our 394 baht (~$12) dinner. The food was delicious, the conversation was lively, and the company was just… perfect. paulsf, Creditisdue, eurasian and 8 others 11 Quote
steveboy Posted February 25, 2017 Posted February 25, 2017 Awesome pics of the party, ill be out of place if i were to attend. Looks like mostly fit young guys only. I don't think that fit and not so fit older guys are out of place in a party like that. We need to give the example to the young guys and show them that the world is not exclusively for the young but the older are ahead of the younger, who cannot be sure that they will be there when old. However, even if we belong we don't need to be in a party like that if we find them a little boring like soft porn, and we prefer to spend a much more exciting time for less money, booze, noise and smoke in some popular nude event in a gay sauna. Quote
numazu Posted February 25, 2017 Author Posted February 25, 2017 I have not been posting in this thread over the last few weeks, even though I have been reading it every day, as I was waiting till the end to congratulate you, but I couldn't resist after reading that posting. This has been a true classic thread, it has really put a longing on me to visit Burma now, even though I was thinking of Vietnam as the side-trip to my next SE Asia adventure, and you cant say better for a trip report than it makes people say "I want to visit there too!" Thanks forrestreid. Its a long ass thread, so interjecting once in a while is greatly appreciated . Like I said before, I've received a lot of PMs about people who got inspired to visit Burma because of my ramblings. There was a lot of mystery about the country that kept me from going. But reality is it is highly accessible to tourists and the size and vastness of the country lends itself to discover more again and again. My next trip to Burma will definitely going to the Northern States, as well as visiting the beaches, which are less developed than Thailand's, but worth visiting. Hi Numazu. What a great post! That was quite a sexy story with the tall guy. The set up like a porn story And as well I was afraid that I would have forgotten about some of the gems on this tread, like the abs photo of ShanBoy (I had to revisit that post over a few days to make sure I had the exact contours of his body memorised...) or those photos of the balloon trip over Bagan. couldnt say it better myself vessey.... applause to you numazu.... you rode like a champion! Now i want too!! (sorry im only catching up on the story.... im referring to btming for muscleboy) Glad the smutty parts of the story are still working for you guys. Alas, these moments are few and far between this trip as opposed to last trip. I'm glad my hardship in bottoming was still sexy lol. Half of me, the curious half, wants to see what Bur-Boy looks like, But the other half of me does not. Bur Boy is clearly what Numazu wants him to look like, but will he be what I want him to look like? I now have a mental image of him in my mind as being near perfection (for me) as I join vicariously with Numazu on his travels. Sometimes the unseen image is more powerful and more potent. Good times, and BurBoy CLEARLY needed to take his shirt off, no need to be shy of fear any competition. I have to admit, I found it hard not to stare at him too much lol Vessey, yes he is perfect for me, and exactly the way I want him to look like. But I can see why people have asked for his photo through PMs, because I have described him extensively and lovingly in my posts. Like you said, you can let BurBoy look like your dream guy when you imagine him in your head when you read the posts. Though he has at least caught anddy's fancy he met BurBoy. For the guys asking for a photo, the only way you can see him is in the flesh, this April, when I am back in Bangkok . That is Numazu's life experience which is kindly shared with us ... in my opinion we should be expecting him to finalize his report before making any critics . It's of course ok that that is your opinion, but given that the thread already included sidebars on "feelings" and the narrative truth of these "feelings," they were already being discussed so I simply added an observation. I don't think even the author would say only fawning admiration is appropriate. People here regularly comment on whether paying this amount was right, or doing this was right, or whether this conduct was right or wrong. I'm surprised that it's ok to talk about the price of a guide but not how to treat another person. As to the "life is messy" argument - ok to say it, but of course that doesn't justify anything. And justification, of course, isn't the point. It's simply getting out front an important aspect of the story - how the local guys are and should be treated (we are outside the situation of a s/t off, after all). If that's not a part of the story, then the local guys just become travel accessories, and I don't think anyone really thinks that is or should be the case here. BurBoy is not a mere travel accessory, you're right. Many forget that this thread is also about his holiday, and was an equal partner in all activities we spent together. Since he is not writing these reports with me, I can only talk about my feelings. I cannot control how I come across when I write. Due to my one hour rule of only writing one post for an hour and I stop, I can only afford to write what happened, instead of shaping the narrative to make me look good. The economic disparity between us is vast, and yes can lead to a power disparity as well. But if you know me and how easy going I am and how powerful BurBoy's personality is, most of the time HE gets to decide what happens, and this had nothing to do with money or level of education or cultural differences. It was just about two boys having fun on holiday. And absolutely, all feedback is welcome, and sometimes less than fawning admiration is the most useful. I do appreciate the positive feedback, and eager to contemplate on the not so positive ones to see the error of my ways, or a clarification is necessary. I think you mean masseur rather than masseuse. Otherwise you're posting in the wrong forum! Haha yes that is correct. I wasn't really aware of the difference, and once again you have added to my vocabulary. Kudos! Great report about fast paced vacations. Can't wait what excuse you invented about that hickey but truth is, whatever you say , nobody will believe it LOL Fake tattoo to hide that hickey I've had hickeys on my neck numerous times before. Maybe my neck is just too sensitive to bruising for some reason, or guys just love munching on it . Once I got a particularly nasty one the night before a big meeting while on work travel. I had to wake up early to stop by a drug store to get some concealer to cover up the red blotch. You are such a tease man. Lol love it though. You got all of us hooked. Glad someone is still reading . There's still some days left to post. splinter1949, traveller123, Creditisdue and 1 other 4 Quote
vinapu Posted February 26, 2017 Posted February 26, 2017 the world is not exclusively for the young but the older are ahead of the younger, who cannot be sure that they will be there when old. I like this way of thinking and often when somebody younger comments on my age I sternly remind them that I already made that far and they did not yet steveboy 1 Quote
vinapu Posted February 26, 2017 Posted February 26, 2017 Glad someone is still reading . you bet man, you bet ! Quote
Popular Post numazu Posted February 26, 2017 Author Popular Post Posted February 26, 2017 Day 9.4: Meanwhile, In-between Parties Despite my claim that we were tired from all the activity in the day, we really didn’t get to bed till 3. We were too tired for sex but the food and talking did eat up the time. We wake up close to 11 and had to hurry because we had a few errands to run today, as well as having lunch with a Malaysian friend of mine who was in town for the White Party. We met him briefly last night, but we wanted to catch up today over lunch. We hurriedly shower (together) and get dressed. We both were running out of clean clothes to wear, with the very busy travel week we have been through. But today was set for clothes shopping, to get some new clothes to wear, and because the Theme for the White Party night tonight was to wear all-white. It is the White Party after all, and they saved the white night for last. I already envisioned BurBoy wearing a sexy singlet and white shorts. I am sure the singlet will be taken off at the earliest opportunity. I ask BurBoy where he wanted to go shopping. He said either at MBK or Platinum Mall, and recommended we go to Chatuchak Market next weekend when we were less pressed for time. I preferred Platinum Mall’s restaurants, so I Line my friend that we were awake and will be meeting at Platinum Mall in 20 to 30 minutes. We finish getting ready and go downstairs. It was a long schlepp to Platinum, so I suggested we get a cab. BurBoy one ups me and hails a Tuk-tuk instead. BurBoy tells the driver where to go and he quotes 80 baht for the ride and we speed away. I haven’t been in a Bangkok Tuk-tuk in over a year. After my first few trips to LOS, I preferred walking or taking a cab for shorter distances, and the BTS or MRT for longer ones, over this mode of transport. As opposed to Cambodia, where I used it all the time. I took a couple of selfies of me and BurBoy in the Tuk-tuk. Looking at those photos now I see the unbridled joy me and BurBoy were having with the wind blowing in our faces, and our hair wild with the open-air nature of the ride. I sent the photos to BurBoy a month later. He said he forgot that we did this and was surprised that we look so happy in this seemingly mundane ride. After the driver weaves through Bangkok’s permanently busy streets, we finally get to Platinum. I give BurBoy the money and we race to the mall. We meet my friend at the 6th floor of one of Platinum Malls’s two malls. We hug and my friend gives BurBoy a handshake, but BurBoy gives him a hug instead. We duck into the Thai restaurant that was just next to us, the Yum Saap restaurant: We order the standard lunch, and then my friend and I catch up and gossip and make jokes and laugh. My friend would ask BurBoy questions once in a while and BurBoy would try his best to answer, but mostly it was just me and my friend catching up. We talk about boys of course, mostly about his (to him) boring single life. I encouraged him to get him some tonight at the last party night. It was nice seeing him again. I’ve known him as long as I’ve been going to LOS. We part ways after lunch, and make plans to check up on each other at the party tonight. BurBoy asks me how old my friend was. I tell him he was late-20s or early 30s. He said he found him a little bit cute. I pinch his cheek and laugh. BurBoy and I then start our shopping in earnest. We focus on the color White to get the perfect outfit for tonight. We notice some other gay boys shopping for their own White Party outfit as well, so we had competition. I notice this nice sexy tank top for BurBoy to wear. He takes off his top and tried it on. He looks really sexy in it. I pay the 200 baht for his tank top. In under 5 minutes we find something BurBoy can wear. I think anything will look good on him really. It took us longer to find something for me. We scoured most of the floors in Platinum till I found a nice sleeveless shite shirt that doesn’t make me look hideous. I pay 150 baht for my sleeveless shirt . After that we find nice looking white short shorts for the both of us to wear to the party. It didn’t matter if we were wearing the same shorts. I pay 450 baht for the two shorts. BurBoy finds some sexy white briefs to go with his ensemble. 300 baht later, he goes away with two pair. Our preparation for tonight party was not done. BurBoy said he needed a haircut. I got mine 6 days ago from that barber in Thaniya Plaza (has it already been 6 days ago? Time flies). I suggested we walk to Siam Paragon so he can get a nice salon-type haircut experience. He didn’t want me to spend all that money on his hair, so he decides for us to go to Big C for the haircut. We take the overpass to cross Ratchadamri Road and walk to the Big C Supermarket. We look at the mall directory and see some salons in the third and fourth floors. We settle on Hair Built: It was only the two of us when we got there, but while BurBoy was getting his haircut, a gaggle of asian gay boys went in, needing some haircuts as well. I could only assume that they were also preparing for the White Party. Pretty soon the salon was in full capacity, with gay boys asking for the latest hairstyles. I do like how Bangkok turns gay in certain events like these. BurBoy gets his rinse and style after the cut, and he looked super handsome as always. I pay the 250 baht. Unsurprisingly, after a few hours of shopping and the haircut, we were hungry again. We swing by McDonalds (I know) and get some good ole Fried Chicken: We take a cab back to the condo and lay out our shopping booty. We were set for the party. All we needed now is a disco nap to actually survive the party ahead. I suggest this to BurBoy and he says sure we can nap, but after having sex. He then takes off all his clothes and gets in the bed. He was not into the seduction today, but was horny to do the deed, so it was my duty to get horny with him. I lie down with him and slowly feel up his golden brown skin, well-defined abs, and already hard cock. Pretty soon I was super hard myself. That didn’t take long at all. We kiss, caress, lots of body contact. He sucks me for a while, while he chuck wows. He was really horny. He goes through his things to get a condom and some lube packets. He wanted it right away. I put the condom and lube up. Without putting lube in his hole, I put it in while he was lying on his side, me fucking him while we spoon. He chuck wows while I fuck him. It doesn’t take him long before he cums while I still was fucking him. I didn’t take long either, and pretty soon I fill the condom. We clean up. BurBoy notices that he came all over the bed. He takes one towel in the clean towel pile in the next room and tries to wipe away his mess. He does his best. I suggest we sleep in the other room with the still clean single bed, where I cuddled with MuscleBoy last night. I set the alarm for 7:30 PM and we get our disco nap. We get up to the alarm and we both get ready for the party tonight. We shower together and then put on our new clothes for the night. BurBoy takes a long time styling his hair, probably still getting used to the new style he got from the salon earlier. After 30 minutes of getting ready and fussing about and admiring ourselves in the full length mirror in the living room, we finally get out of the condo. We were meeting anddy for dinner at CentralWorld at 9:30 PM so we had to get out of there. BurBoy hails a taxi so we are not late. It doesn’t matter, there was a lot of traffic tonight: We get to CentralWorld and I Line anddy saying we were here. We decide to meet close to the Food court on the 7th Floor. We both got lost in this giant mall, and I had to ask anddy on Line where to go. We finally make it and we all hug it out. We decide to the CentralWorld Food Hall for the variety: This food hall had everything, from Thai and Asian food to Italian pastas and pizzas to basic Western fare. Right now, it was kind of odd though, half of the stalls were already closed, and the other half that were still open were slowly closing up. We tried to find stalls that were fully open, but those who were didn’t have everything in the menu. We decide to give up on the Food Hall and just find a regular restaurant. But at 9:30 PM everything started to close for the night. It took us a while to find one that was still open. anddy suggested we go eat at Black Canyon Coffee. I was surprised that they served dinner food, but I guess I was prejudiced by the “Coffee” in the restaurant name. We sit down and order: While we waited, I showed anddy some Myanmar trip photos, including some of BurBoy in his longyi. It was an epic trip, and the photos proved it. Our food comes and it was fine for fueling up for the party ahead: After that satisfying meal, we head over to the party. Up next, the last night of the White Party… splinter1949, Vessey, paulsf and 8 others 11 Quote
anddy Posted February 26, 2017 Posted February 26, 2017 That group sway/hug line dance has been a feature of circuit parties since the start. It makes perfect sense to the people doing it, and might, just possibly, be induced - or enhanced - by taking ecstasy (or similar). thanks for that clarification, had no idea that it is a circuit party thing! And you're right, the people doing it surely enjoy it a lot, I could tell, too. Quote
Popular Post numazu Posted February 27, 2017 Author Popular Post Posted February 27, 2017 Day 9.7: On Sundays We Wear White We head over to the escalators to get to GMM Live House on the 8th level. On the way find gay boys everywhere in white, trying to get to the party as well: We get to the ticketing area and we use our last tickets to the party We got here earlier than last night at 10:30 PM, so there was time to soak up the atmosphere and check out the backdrops with hot boys in front of them, just waiting on revelers to take photos of them and with them. BurBoy was definitely interested in getting some photos with the hot boys, so I take some photos with all of them. Edited the photos to protect BurBoy’s privacy, of course: anddy also got some photos in as well, and I send his through Line. I didn’t get any because the BurBoy ones were enough for my own collection, for now. anddy finds one of his hot Thai doctor friends manning the HIV testing station towards the end of the hallway where the backdrops were. We get our hugs and talk with him for a while in English. BurBoy asks me what this testing station was about. Instead of me trying to explain what HIV and AIDS was, I asked the good doctor to tell BurBoy in Thai. BurBoy gets an explanation and he understood what it was for. The doctor talks in English again and asks us if we were interested in getting tested. I told him that I just got tested before I came to SE Asia, and anddy got tested recently as well. BurBoy hasn’t, but didn’t want to take it right now. As we go through the periphery of the main hall, we see a lot of boys in white: We pass by the red laser display that boys were taking a lot of photos at. BurBoy wants some photos and I take a ton of photos with him in it. A photo without him in it: After we’ve had our fill of people watching in the hallways, anddy decides that it was time for us to get in the main dance hall itself. We get in a see a sea of white: The boys got into the white theme of the last night, and eager to celebrate the New Year. We decide to buy some alcohol to start the festivities. We get it at the bar at the opposite side of the dance hall. anddy was buying drinks, but he had to get a party cash card first because the bar itself did not accept direct cash payments: anddy remarked that this was all a scam. Customers will have to get the cards and fill it with cash, but some won’t finish off the cash in the cards, and the cash will remain unclaimed after the party and will go directly to the pockets of the party organizers. Anything to make a buck I guess. We get out drinks and we thank anddy for his kindness: As we take a sip of our alcohol we observe the festivities currently in progress: We stay at the outer portion of the hall. We see that the dancers were wearing white and out in full force entertaining the boys: We try to get closer and get lost in the big crush of boys: The phenomenon that anddy and Divinemadman have described was there. I’ll let them both describe it: tIt was mostly (but not only) those fat guys who hat that peculiar style of dancing, which involved a group of guys of anywhere between 4 to maybe 7 or 8 to hug each other from behind, forming a tight line of guys and having that sway heavily right and left with the rhythm of the music. That made it virtually impossible to have a good time and dance normally in their vicinity, so needed to find spaces with a distance to those interlocked swaying guys, which was a bit difficult at times. That group sway/hug line dance has been a feature of circuit parties since the start. It makes perfect sense to the people doing it, and might, just possibly, be induced - or enhanced - by taking ecstasy (or similar). Drugs or no drugs, it was kind of annoying, and it was best to avoid being near anyone who was in that chain. We stay far away from them and away from the stage as well. At the stroke of midnight, the main headliner of the party came out. It was Sophie Ellis-Bextor, owner of some top 10 dance hits and in the early 2000s: I remember seeing her videos and dancing to them in my early-20s, so I knew of her. anddy and BurBoy, however, did not know her at all. So I showed them some Wikis about her. anddy commented that the song she was singing now (“Take Me Home”) was a song in the 1970s. She also sang her mainstays “Groovejet (If It Just Ain’t Love)” and “Murder on the Dancefloor”. After Sophie’s act ended, a lot of the boys exited the dance hall to take a break. It was the cue for us three to get in through the big crowd and take our place close to the front near the stage. We were able to be far away enough from the Chinese dance-swaying chain of death. We stake our claim close to the front and see that the dancers were also close: I remember seeing on Facebook that there was a dancer search done a few months ago: and most of the Asian boys who had a considerable social presence applied for it and we now see them onstage: It was smart of the organizers to pick these boys: not only were they the typical hot boy that most of the revelers go for, their social media presence was free advertisement for the party itself. One of them is Whyan Chen, with the giant thighs and ass. To me he was the most into all the dancing, and teased the revelers most out of all the boys: Another one was Cory Zwierzynski, who was an Andrew Christian underwear model: The two got into the act, dancing together: There were other hot dancers of course, and instead of identifying all of them, I’ll just have them in my series: Boywatching #7 – White Party Edition: There was a lot of eye candy offstage of course: BurBoy and anddy were having fun. BurBoy was taking as many photos as I was, and in between we were dancing in place. It was a good victory celebration for our epic Myanmar tour week. BurBoy definitely deserved every bit of fun we were having tonight. As we danced the night away, I also forgot, for tonight, my other life. Tonight, there was only this, and it was amazing. Vessey, reader, eurasian and 10 others 13 Quote
eurasian Posted February 27, 2017 Posted February 27, 2017 Numazu , thanks a lot for letting us see BurBoy's right knee Myboby 1 Quote
Jasper Posted February 27, 2017 Posted February 27, 2017 Judging by the photos you posted, most partygoers are Chinese tourists. Were there any local Thais? Quote
