Bangkok/Yangon/Bagan/Mandalay Trip Report: Playing With Fire

[captainmick]

Presidents

7 back from Trump is Carter. (Carter, Reagan, Bush 1, Clinton, Bush 2, Obama, Trump)

Popes

5 back is Paul VI (Paul Vi, John Paul I, John Paul II, Benedict, Francis)

I don't think your mathematics is quite right. Seven back from Trump is Ford

 

1. Obama

2. Bush, George Walker

3. Clinton

4. Bush, George Herbert Walker

5. Reagan

6. Carter

7. Ford

 

Similarly you are one out with the Popes. Five back from the incumbent is John XXIII.

 

I think your error may have been to mistakenly include the incumbent in your count but to my knowledge neither has Donald J Trump yet been impeached nor has Holy Father Francis been assassinated.

[emailbroken]

Great. A small number of you got your victory by him blurring the faces. And a lot more of us lost by the non-continuation of the story.

Not really a victory or loss for anyone.  I think the intention  was to speak up on behalf of the guys in the photos.  

 

But if you want to see it in terms of winning or losing, personally, I'd rather than the story stop and the guy's privacy be protected.

 

It would be sad if the posts were only to continue in response to an everlasting flow of adulation and that a constructive criticism here were the reason for the pause in the story.

 

I'd hope that here and in Thailand we try to be smart about working guys' privacy. I think many or probably most on the board see these guys as more than just products for our gratification.

 

This whole thing now seems to be going round in circles so I'm going to try to resist the urge to get involved again.  

[steveboy]

I don't think your mathematics is quite right. Seven back from Trump is Ford

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Similarly you are one out with the Popes. Five back from the incumbent is John XXIII.

 

I think your error may have been to mistakenly include the incumbent in your count but to my knowledge neither has Donald J Trump yet been impeached nor has Holy Father Francis been assassinated.

 

You are right.  Unless Thai English is different, "one back" means "previous".  So one year back means 2016, not 2017, and 2015 is two years back.

 

I WISH Carter was the 7th president back, because this would mean that we got rid of Trump!!

[reader]

All of us enjoy a good gay read, especially by someone who takes us into places and situations we may not have ventured ourselves, or with guys we can vicariously lust after.  Rather than to continue to lament Numazu absence, I offer some of my favorite gay reads from the past, any of which will hopefully take your mind off Burboy, Shanboy, et al.

 

City of Night (John Rechy). A young man arrives in NYC in the early 60's and soon discovers Times Square.

 

Dancer from the Dance (Andrew Holloran). A strikingly handsome (and otherwise innocent) young lawyer is kissed by a Puerto Rican messenger boy while working late in his Manhattan office in the mid-70's and his life changes forever. Note: it has nothing to do with ballet.

 

My last offering may surprise. Bangkok 8 (John Burdett). It's a first rate mystery but the author makes it clear that it's a story of the love an Amerasian detective has for his Bangkok police partner, his soul brother since boyhood.

 

Perhaps others have suggestions to get us through these difficult times.

[vinapu]

Presidents

7 back from Trump is Carter. (Carter, Reagan, Bush 1, Clinton, Bush 2, Obama, Trump)

 

Popes

5 back is Paul VI (Paul Vi, John Paul I, John Paul II, Benedict, Francis)

correct , wedding was back in 1977

[Guest]

Presidents

7 back from Trump is Carter. (Carter, Reagan, Bush 1, Clinton, Bush 2, Obama, Trump)

 

 

This cannot be right.     

You cannot say Trump is 1 back from Trump.

Obama is actually 1 back from Trump.

So with a little counting, Carter is 6 back.

[steveboy]

This cannot be right.     

You cannot say Trump is 1 back from Trump.

Obama is actually 1 back from Trump.

So with a little counting, Carter is 6 back.

 

Math is not the gift of everybody

But... if the marriage is lasting, what does it matter one Pope or president more or less?

[Creditisdue]

But if you want to see it in terms of winning or losing, personally, I'd rather than the story stop and the guy's privacy be protected.

 

 

You got your wish. Congratulations. He stopped posting the story. We are left instead with post upon post of your smug self satisfaction.

 

Now my hope is for Numazu and Vessey to continue with their stories, even as this trip report seems lost. Otherwise all we will remember is emailbroken's posts.

[firecat69]

Perhaps emailbroken will post something useful as an OP to help replace stories we have lost. But I doubt it since he never has in the year he has been a member.

[Guest ronnie4you]

Numazu is a good writer and story teller. I will read any book he writes. I'll even gladly read any more trip reports. The ones so far have been delightful.

The post about Puerto Vallarta was just icing on the cake.

[numazu]

Day 89 to 95: Los Tres Hombres (A.K.A. My Mexican Boy Distractions)

 

One has to fill the time between Thailand trips of course. Not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to be in Thailand all the time. If you’re like me though, the search never stops, even if I am in my home country. Sure, the search for boys slows down when I am with my BF, but in the few times I have alone time, or on work travel around the country, I take every chance I get to look for distractions. When I do have the time, I fire up Grindr (my gay app of choice when in the US), and check it out from time to time.

 

Hombre Numero Uno: The American Boy

 

I usually have some random conversations with boys and men on Grindr when I check it out, wherever I am. I am not always on there for sex. Sometimes I just open the app to see what choices one has in the area I am in, or if I am in a gay bar, how many boys are 0 feet away from me. Ninety percent of the time I am on Grindr, usually I am just bored, and a few flirty sentences with profiles with cute photos sometimes is all I need on most days.

 

I’ve been talking to this 20-year-old latino boy, who lived close to my home, for about 3 months now, off and on. Our first conversation was great, lengthy and interesting, but the subsequent ones stretched out to 3 months. When I reply, he is usually not online, and when he replies I am not online, so this game of Grindr tag has stretched out for that long . But there was a reason I keep replying to him: he was very cute, looking foxy in his glasses in his profile pic. His profile says he was 5’10 (taller than me), 145 pounds (probably a Twink), and versatile (I keep thinking of the possibilities). he had a witty line in his profile, suggesting that he is not all just looking for sex, but also possibly some conversation and friendship.

 

This week I had time alone at my home, so I decide to ratchet the conversation up and catch the boy when he was online to talk to him in real time. I do catch him and as luck would have it, he was free tonight. After we ask a few exploratory questions to each other, we decide to meet. Apparently he lives at the apartment complex just a block over, so meeting was very convenient. Later that night he confirms he was coming over but had to wait till his roommate was home, for some reason.

 

One disadvantage was he wasn't of age to drink (21 is the drinking age in the US), so we had to meet sober. Which is fine by me but alcohol sure helps with the first few awkward moments of meeting someone for the first time. He makes it to my place, and first impressions can be deceiving. He was wearing a blousy sweater and skinny jeans, both popular with the youngsters. His hair was long and shaggy, and he was wearing nerdy glasses. He enters my living room and gives me a warm hug. He smiles wide and we nervously make our first small talk.

 

What happens next was a little bit surprising. We actually have a good and interesting discussion about a variety of topics for a good hour and a half. Maybe I misjudged his intellect because of how young he is, but he was able to pique my interest long enough that I did not think about having sex with him just yet. He is a college boy who was fairly introspective and very inquisitive. His flow of conversation perfectly matched mine, and we got each other's senses of humor right away which made our talks even better.

 

Like a lot of people his age, he smokes a lot of weed, and once in a while does other drugs recreationally. And he is also uninterested in attending classes at school at the moment, and prefers to just smoking weed and hanging out with friends. He says this in a none-entitled brat kind of way. I kind of get what he was saying. School is not for everyone, and it does not click for everyone until later on. I did tell him that at some point he will have to get serious with his studies and graduate. He gets it and tells me he does need to step up pretty soon.

 

All this talking and banter was very fulfilling up to this point. We get to talk about the glasses he was wearing. He takes them off and asks me if I preferred his look without glasses. I get to see his whole face without the nerdy glasses. I told him he looked so much younger without glasses. I admire his big and wide eyes for a moment. The slight change in his looks made all the difference with me. A familiar feeling went through me. He noticed it and placed his hands on my face to kiss me.

 

We found what we both wanted. We kissed and kissed and kissed. I put my arms around his tiny waist and felt his stomach. He had the classic young person’s lean frame. I feel his abs, his arched back, his unperfumed scent. He asks where the bedroom was so I lead him to it. We kiss some more and then proceed to take our clothes off. Some sucking, lots of body contact, and plenty of kissing. I admire his naked body: lean and enticing. He was the very definition of twink, and the shaggy hair added to his youthfulness. His cock is thin, but long, and uncut like his Mexican brothers. It’s the eyes though, big, light brown and full of promise, that gets me.

 

After the deed I tell him the truth about my relationship status. He was cool with it, and told me he wont say anything about our meeting to anyone. I tell him I appreciate it, and told him that my BF knows about my activities. Before he leaves he goes to our kitchen and opens the refrigerator and looks inside. He then takes a beer from one of the shelves and asks for a bottle opener. I open the beer for him. He kisses me and thanks me for the fun and the beer. I have committed a misdemeanor by giving alcohol to a 20 year old. I think I’ll be fine. 

 

Hombre Numero Dos: The Party Boy

 

I am flying to Mexico City today. It’s Friday, and I still have to go through a full work day, before my flight tonight. This is the beauty of flying to a destination that is less than 3 hours away: one can just leave a little early from work and still get there in time to get the party started. I am going to Mexico City for a work trip next week for a few days, but I decided to fly into the city a few days earlier for the weekend to see how much trouble I can get into.

 

In preparation for my trip to Mexico City, I decided to turn on the Fake GPS app on my android device, and put my location in the area around Le Meridien hotel on the main Reforma thouroughfare. I had Grindr, PlanetRomeo, Jackd, and Hornet, open for this exercise. I wasn’t sure what app I could catch the most boys with in Mexico, so I played the odds and chose almost all of them. I had some interesting hits in almost all of them, but I got the most success on Jackd and Grindr. There was a good mix of free boys just wanting to meet a tourist for friends and/or fun, but there were also some moneyboys who offered their services.

 

I got into some fairly interesting conversations with a bunch of free boys who were my type (early to mid 20s, fit, boyish to handsome looks), but one stood out of all the boys. He was 23, white Mexican, had a striking nose and pretty eyes, and was on the line straddling twink-dom and a lean jock physique. But the number one feature that made him stood out for me was his height. He was 6’2 (188 cm), which was fairly tall for a Mexican guy. His English was very good, as he was a college graduate who has started to work an office job a few months ago. On Jack'd we exchanged more photos, and with conversations turning to some steamy back and forths about our sexual preferences, we decided to take a step further and talk on one of Mexico’s preferred messaging apps: WhatsApp.

 

Throughout the week we would constantly talk when we could at work and after work. I told him my flight to Mexico City was landing Friday night at 9 PM. He offered to meet me at the airport. He didn’t have a car but he could help me get to my hotel. I told him he did not need to do that, but he was insistent. He said he can speak Spanish to the taxi driver so I could get to my destination faster. He also told me he was attending the birthday party of his best friend that night, and if I was OK with it, we both could attend the party together. He said the nightclub (Rhodesia) was close to my hotel. I looked at the reviews of the club online and it looks like it checks out.

 

I admit, this might be a very risky meeting. I am going with a 23 year old who I will be meeting for the first time, to a club that I haven’t been to, in a city known for its crime and unsafe streets.  But I feel that the biggest factor to the success of my trips has been my willingness to say yes to everything thats sees fun to me. Sometimes I am rewarded with meeting an amazing guy who took me to his apartment on the back of his motorbike in Mandalay, others times it meant me getting so drunk I punched a ladyboy coming onto me in Pattaya. I felt that I have done my due diligence in sussing out this boy, with the weeklong conversation we’ve been having, checking out the venue online, as well as trusting my gut instinct.

 

So the day of my Mexico City trip came. I didn’t get much sleep the night before. I was probably anxious with the trip coming ahead. The workday was stressful and unnecessarily busy. By the time I got on my flight, I was tired and dreading having to meet a total stranger when I landed. I get there in no time at all, and no jetlag to get over. Advantage: Mexico. There was a labyrinthine path that you have to take to get through immigration and customs, and there was a shortage of forms as well. Advantage: Thailand. I got through customs and heading out, I see a crowd of Mexicans waiting for their loved ones exit the secure area. I immediately see a guy taller than everyone else there, his handsome face hovering over everyone in the crowd, his pale white skin a contrast to the brown skin most of the people had. He sees me right away from his vantage point, and smiles and waves, as if he thought I did not see him right away. What a cute smile. Advantage: Mexico. So much Mexico.

 

He shakes my hand to welcome me. “Welcome to Mexico City” he says, in a deep voice. He had a tall person’s voice. We ask each other how the other was doing. He asks me about my flight, I ask him about his work today. He looked so fresh faced and energetic, even if he worked a full day today. I, on the other hand, looked like shit. The disadvantages of being 12 years older than a 23 year old. He points to the direction where the taxis were. We get there and there was a huge line for the taxi. He tells me we need to prepay for the authorized taxis (240 pesos, about $12). We wait in line like the others. There was a cool breeze in Mexico City tonight. Spring was still in the air. Everyone was in jackets including me.

 

We finally get a taxi and my luggage gets loaded in the trunk. Party Boy tells the driver the destination, in Spanish of course. He remembered that my hotel was the Le Meridien. Not a lot of traffic in the 25 minutes we spent getting to the hotel. On the way we talked about our own lives. I told him about where I grew up, about my family, and my work. He told me about his job (banking), his network of friends in the city, and growing up in Mexico City. I told him I was flying to Bangkok for Songkran in two weeks. He got excited about knowing this. He said it was his dream to go to Bangkok. I told him about my many Bangkok adventures. He clung on to every word.

 

We get to my hotel. Check-in was easy and painless. We get to the room and we hug for the first time. The hug is reminiscent of hugging my BF, in that hugging a tall person meant burying my face on their chest.  The Le Meridien Mexico city is an all-suite hotel, so we rested on the couch in the living room area and made out there for a while. It got to a point where we had to shower. We did and then retired to the bedroom. He checks a lot of boxes for me: lean muscular body, great ass, and as passionate as one would expect a Mexican would be. I got a hickie in 4 areas of my chest after all that.

 

We freshen up and I put on some nice pants, a shirt and my sweater for his best friend’s party. It was quite a walk to the Condesa district so I decided to use Uber to get there. I wanted to test Uber out, and I thought testing it with a local made it safe to try if something bad happened. I’m glad to report that the car was a nice sedan and a nice newer model. We got to the club in 15 minutes and it only cost us 55 pesos ($3). I gave the driver a 20 peso tip and we headed into the trendy bar.

 

We meet his friends who were already having a good time with drinks. His friends were fun and spoke to me in passable to excellent English when they could. I was older than everyone else but I didn’t feel out of place. I tested my puny Spanish with him and his friends and they appreciated the effort. He was impressed that I could speak some Spanish, but he made fun of my weird Spanish word pronunciation. He would compliment me by telling me I was handsome, but he would make fun of the 12-year age difference. I played along, getting his sense of humor.

 

Club Rhodesia is pretty cool. They played dance and electronica mostly and the crowd was pretty attractive and young for the most part. The drinks, I was told, was double or triple what you would expect in less trendy bars in the city. But it was a special occasion, and this place was the place to be tonight, so all Party Boy’s friends were there for the birthday celebration. After three drinks each, Party Boy tells everyone that we were leaving. Lots of pecks on the cheek, some hugs, and we were out of there. As we leave I ask him why we are leaving so early. He said three drinks is enough. He said he would rather spend more time with me (a visitor) alone than with friends he sees everyday. I was kind of flattered by that.

 

Outside it was kind of too cold to walk comfortably back to the hotel. We decide to hail a cab back to the hotel. 60 pesos later we get dropped off at the front of the hotel. He points to a street food stand nearby and we had some street tacos, which was so yummy and hit the spot. We get back to the room and sure enough we don’t skip a beat. Rest assured we did not get much sleep that night.

 

I will see this guy again Sunday.

 

Hombre Numero Tres: The Working Boy

 

During my Fake GPS exercise, I also attracted a fair amount of money boys initiating contact with me to offer their services, on all the apps. I would say about 40% of the messages I received were from working boys. The overwhelming majority of them were from muscular hunks. You know the type: big muscles, insane abs, giant ass, large cock. About 60% were from Mexicans, but I got interesting messages from Venezuelans, Colombians, Uruguayans, and Brazilians. I guess this is their version of Khmers, Burmese, Lao and Viets. Their rates wildly varied as well. Short time (one hour) rates ranged from $50 to $250. The more expensive ones had serviceable English and were drop dead gorgeous, and the cheaper ones, mostly from non-Mexicans or more average to decent lookers, only spoke Spanish.

 

Even if I got a fair amount of play from free boys who were my type, I was still very much interested with the paid sex scene in Mexico. The same reasons I have for going to Bangkok year after year to check out the gogo bar scene, is feeding my fascination with Mexico. I’ve said before that Thailand is still the top destination for sex tourists, with its ease of accessibility to newbies and shallow learning curve. Mexico still has significant barriers for it to be a top sex tourist destination: the worrying crime rate, the many unsafe parts of its towns and cities (to tourists and even to some locals), and no traditional male brothels like Thailand. But I feel that once you get the hang of it (and I feel that I am at the cusp of this), the rewards are numerous and addicting.

 

So out of all the money boys I’ve talked to, one money boy stuck with me. I found him on Jackd, like Party Boy before. He was 24 years old. He was pretty liberal in sending me photos. His photos were professionally taken, as if it was part of his portfolio for an escort agency. I discover later that it was exactly that. About 5’8, not overly muscular but had well developed pecs, arms and washboard abs. He was, as the others I have been attracted to, was white Hispanic. I guess I have a type of Mexicans I go for now. And like the others, he had that striking large Mayan nose. And of course, a given with these boys already, he had a giant ass and a thick, veiny, beautiful, large uncut cock. His face and body was made for enjoying and making animal sex to.

 

His English is not very good, and I knew that at times he used a translator to formulate his replies to me, judging by the stilted grammar. But he tried, and persevered, eager to make a sale, and perhaps feed into his curiosity of getting an Asian customer to take him. We made a date to meet sometime Saturday afternoon, and I wanted him to spend a night in my hotel room. He quotes me a long-time rate of $150, which was on the high side of Bangkok long times, but I am eager to try for research's sake (and filling a night alone in Mexico city).

 

After spending all that time with Party Boy I was tempted to just take a break and get some sleep that Saturday. But instead I told Working Boy on Whatsapp that I will be meeting him at 6 PM, so that I can rest for a little bit and recharge. 5 PM comes and I take a shower and tidy up before he gets here. I put all my valuables in the room safe, just in case. At 6:10 he messages me on WhatsApp and tells me he is walking up to the hotel. I rush down and hang out in the small round about in the front of the hotel to meet him. I see a muscular guy in a denim jacket and trendy kicks walking towards me.

 

I usher him to the hotel. Security didn’t seem to mind that I had company. We get up to the room and we both sit on the couch. I offer him a beer and he gladly says yes. I went to Oxxo, Mexico’s version of 7-11, that was a few blocks over, and got a few cans for the company I was expecting. We talk for a little bit, as I wanted to get a feel for his personality.

 

He seemed shy and soft-spoken at first, but after a few beers he got more comfortable. His English was not as bad as I thought, but I had to use my Spanish once in a while, or google translate, or had to grammatically simplify my answers so we can talk. Nevertheless, the visuals were great. He was really a looker, and better looking than his photos. I couldn’t wait to try the merchandise.  I found out that he has a wife and a kid, who they had when they were teenagers. He didn’t go to school so being a money boy was his best chance to get a decent amount of money to earn a living for his family.

 

He insisted we shower together, which was a nice surprise. He kissed me very deeply in the shower. And then deeply in the room. And deeply all throughout. Mexicans really are very outwardly passionate creatures. Even if he was straight, he sure could have fooled me by the way he made love. He did everything I asked him, including bottoming. I tried to bottom for him but he was simply too big for me. But the fun was in the trying, and I definitely tried my best to get to know him physically as much as I possibly could.

 

He stayed the night, and I had nothing to worry about in terms of safety. In the morning we have breakfast together at the hotel breakfast buffet. I partake of him one last time before he had to go home. I give him two crisp bills of $100 and $50 each. He hugs me again and gets a deep kiss in before he left the room. I check all my belongings just to be sure and everything was intact. And sure enough, everything was, and I had nothing to worry about.

 

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Hooking up with these boys in a span of 7 days had me thinking about how similar they were to each other. They were all of Mexican heritage, in their early 20s, and were very passionate lovers. They all had classic Mexican looks with their big Aztec noses and white Hispanic skin. And all three had impressive uncut cocks. But the similarities end there. American Boy was the classic college slacker who hated going to school and who smoked too much weed. Working Boy is working hard to support his family that he started too early, to the point of having to prostitute himself. Party Boy was in the middle: he seemed to not be afflicted with a sense of entitlement, and he did not have to work too hard to get out of poverty. He was making the most of his youth, and to me he was the luckiest of all the three.

 

Since these three boys were all Mexican in heritage, my mind thinks about the nature of fate, and wonders if the boys switched lives with each another, will their lives end up being the same? Would American Boy still be a slacker if he was born in Mexico and mired in poverty? Will Working Boy prosper in school if he was given the chance? Will Party Boy reach new heights if he was born in the U.S., or will he be afflicted with the same sense of entitlement?

 

These are the things that go through my head, whenever I pay a visit to the wonderful World of Beautiful Boys.

[firecat69]

Welcome Back!

[Creditisdue]

Great post. Thank you for the insight on Mexico City. Because of this I am considering a trip down there to check it out. Anymore tips would help.

[spoon]

Awesome sharing, its like im living your life reading your writings!

[numazu]

Welcome Back!

 

Thanks! I never left! I just went on a posting vacation for a bit. Plus I was busy hiding out in Mexico.

 

Great post. Thank you for the insight on Mexico City. Because of this I am considering a trip down there to check it out. Anymore tips would help.

 

I'd caution any newbie to sex tourism to try out Mexico as their first foray into it. Thailand is still the tops in terms of Sex Tourism and Mexico has totally different way of getting it and doing it. It's still kind of dangerous to roam around the streets late at night if you don't know where to go. But resort cities, like Puerto Vallarta and Cancun though, are completely safe at night, if you stay within the tourist zones. Luckily Zona Romantica, where Vallarta's gay district is, and where the two male strip clubs are, is super safe.

 

BUT, again as I said, if you manage to crack the code, and know how to enjoy this place, the variety of guys you get to choose from are simply mouth-watering. And for someone like me who likes a lot of passion in their love making, the latino heat that these guys are known for, is evident and super addicting once you get a taste of it. One poster who I've been talking to told me that Mexico is like reverse of Thailand. Thailand has a preponderance of twink types, and the Tawan types are the rare breed of moneyboy. In Mexico, its the opposite, the Tawan or Jupiter type (probably the idealized Tawan type - a hunk with definition and vascularity, not the bloated steroid bodies in Tawan that I've seen) is more common than twinks, if you are looking for moneyboys. The twinks exist, believe me. And they are usually free!

 

Awesome sharing, its like im living your life reading your writings!

 

The only way I know how to write. Thanks!

 

Less than two weeks till I am in Bangkok. I can't believe it.

[numazu]

Sorry for the whiplash guys, but since newbie member Mark311088 was asking about Arena in his first post so I thought I'd post the next day of the Trip Report, which was after the Celebrity club visit:

 

Day 11: Playing with Fire #2: Sneaking in an Arena

 

Just some notes from last night at Celebrity Club. Our bill was 1850 baht, for the bottle of whiskey, mixers and some food. I took out 1000 baht, and 45, the older boyfriend of 21, paid the rest, including tip for our great waiter. We left around 3 AM, and 45 was telling me he was going to be tired tomorrow at work. I wished 21 and 45 well, and BurBoy and I bid them farewell. I am glad that clubs like Celebrity and Fake are there if one wants an alternative to gay entertainment from Soi Twilight or Soi 4.

 

And FYI, this was the Facebook listing for last night’s activities. It shows the names of the singers from last night, and the prices of the drinks, as well as the promotion they had if you got there early. This was translated from Thai to English by Facebook, so the text is atrocious:

 

 

Judging from the lack of English description in their Facebook Page, I am guessing Celebrity Club is still just marketed for Thais. It was a lot of fun though, and I am planning to come back this April, especially if they had Songkran-specific parties, like the foam party they had last year. And from a supposedly slow night last night, it was packed, so it remains popular, and most probably immune to the ebb and flow of high and low tourist seasons, since their main customer base is local.

 

BurBoy got us a taxi and we got home around 3 AM. BurBoy insisted that we go by the 7-11 next to the condo building. We get a variety of frozen rice dishes, some chocolate and waters for the room. BurBoy tells me more about 21 and how he met him and his upcoming monk ordination. He also told me about the dynamic between 21 and 45. Very interesting friends. I will be meeting more of his friends in the coming days. We shower before bed, of course, and then sleep away our drunkenness.

 

BurBoy wakes me up. I look at the clock and it was 10 AM. “I need go embassy na!” BurBoy tells me. I forgot about that. He goes to the bathroom and turns on the shower to heat the water. He pops his head out of the bathroom and tells me “Quick na!” I laugh and go to the bathroom to pee first and then join him in the shower. He had a mission today, and wild horses can’t keep him from getting to the embassy before 2 PM. We get dressed (both shorts and t-shirt) and off we went.

 

On the way he asks me “Breakfast now?” I ask back if he wanted to go to the embassy first and then eat later. “No, eat now. I hungry.” I guess hunger still trumped the wish to get a passport. We look around and see a nice restaurant called Little Home by the Chong Nonsi BTS station. It was #3,907 out of 9,483 Bangkok restaurants on TripAdvisor, so it middle of the pack with the reviewers. At 11 the restaurant was almost empty, on a Wednesday late morning in between the breakfast and lunch crowds. The menu looks interesting, and had extensive English language descriptions, so this must be a favorite among tourists:

 

 

 

BurBoy gets a bacon breakfast sandwich and I get the breakfast plate with pancakes and croissants. No iced coffee sadly:

 

 

 

The food was standard but satisfactory. And cheap too, I only paid 413 baht. BurBoy puts a 20 baht tip with my cash payment, and we were on our way to the embassy. On our walk I tell BurBoy that I will not be waiting on him at the embassy, and instead I will get some money changed and also a massage. He was OK with this, and we decide to part ways on Sathorn Road.

 

I didn’t manufacture this alone time, but I certainly wanted to take advantage of it. I did tell him I was getting a massage, but I wasn’t specific with BurBoy. This was my chance to check out a massage place to further along my massage experience. Arena was just up the road on Silom from where I was, and it was almost 12 noon. I check the Arena Massage Facebook page and see that their hours are 12 noon to 11 pm, so I can check out if there were boys up early.

 

I head over to the direction of Silom Rd and headed over to Silom Plaza. The first time I checked out Arena, which was in 2015, I wasn’t sure if it was actually at Silom Plaza. I knew it was on the 3^rd Floor but unsure where it was once I was there. No obvious signage, no blinking neon sign, just a non-descript door to the massage place. Right now thankfully I knew where I was going. When I got to the elevators at the back, I waited a little bit, sitting on the bench that was close to the elevators, to see if BurBoy was going to Line me, as well as to kill some time so as to not be too early for opening.

 

BurBoy was not Lining so I just played with my phone. I see an Asian guy in his 30s take the elevators. I am assuming he was going to the same place. I wait for 5 more minutes (letting the guy make his pick of the boys), and then I take the elevator to the 3^rd floor. I head over to the door to enter the massage place. I open the door and see about 10 guys laying around the couch, or working out in the equipment to the left, or standing around and talking. They see me and immediately present themselves to me. One of the guys goes to me and sits me down the couch.

 

He then calls on the “captain”, who goes over to me and hands me a laminated(?) sheet with their treatments and prices. I found this one their Facebook, and I would imagine what I read was something similar:

 

 

I didn’t know how much time I had before BurBoy was done with the Myanmar Embassy, so I made it simple: I chose a one-hour oil massage. The captain then calls on the boys to line up, and asks me to choose a boy. I always find this a little bit awkward to do. How do I choose the right kind of boy? Do I use the time-tested criteria of choosing the guy who smiles at me? At least half of them were. So I look at the faces. Two-thirds were what I would consider handsome. That cut it down to 6. Now I get really superficial. I look at the abs. Three boys had unbelievable abs. Ugh, so it was down to them. Now it’s time to just use my gut.

 

I see this one guy. Classic Thai good looks, nice smile, out of this world abs and muscular arms supported by a lean-muscular frame, and cute facial hair. The darker skin was what made it for me, so I pick him. Its funny that I chose someone solely based on looks, and not massage ability, though I guess this skill is harder to gauge until after you get the massage. He disappears in the back and then reappears with some oil and towels. He motions me to take the stairs to our massage room.

 

He escorts me to the room. It was fairly spartan, with few to no décor, a massage table in the center, and a shower at the other end of the room. He asks me to shower first, so I disrobe, carefully folding my clothes on the side table right next to the shower, and get in the makeshift shower. There was a heater with the shower thank goodness, and I use the liquid soap provided. The massage guy leaves for a moment while I shower, but got back before I finished showering. He hands me the towel on the side table, and I dry my body.

 

He motions for me to lie on the massage table. It wasn’t one of those massage tables with a hole to rest your face on, but this bed looked more hygienic than the one I was on in Mandalay. The lighting was perfect, just dim enough to make the ambiance sensual, but bright enough that you can see the amazing body of the guy. He immediately disrobes, and I see his huge uncut cock swinging freely. This was going to be good.

 

What follows is a great massage. It was so relaxing, and he was very good. I almost forgot that I was with a hot guy I am supposedly need to lust after. I had my eyes closed most of the time, enjoying the massage. At some point I felt a soft thing rest on the palm on my hand. I open my eyes and see that he was resting his cock on my palm. I squeeze it and he cracks a smile, but he didn’t skip a beat with massaging my back. At some point he sits on my butt, while he massages my back with pressure. I can feel his cock rest on my back. This was amazing.

 

He asks me to turn around. He massages me for a while till he focused on my cock. It was hard right away because of the attention. I grab his cock and made it hard. That was an impressive sight to see. He strokes my cock, my balls, grazes my hole, and teases my thighs and tummy. It didn’t take much, I cum like a gusher. He was really good.

 

I laugh and tell him he gave me a really good massage. He thanks me and I sit up. He motions me to shower again, this time he joins me. He gives me a soap down, and was very thorough with soaping up all the oil off, including the nooks and crannies. He soaped himself up as well. When we both rinsed off, he toweled me dry. He was a full service guy. We both put back on clothes (me with my t-shirt, undies and shorts, him with just his tight pants, as he was shirtless), and then talk for a bit.

 

He asks me the usual things, and then tells me that if I wanted him to massage me at my condo, and stay over for long time, he was available. I put my hands around his waist and pull him clothes. He was so handsome. His smile was great. I asked him how old he was, he said 30. I would’ve guessed a little older, but I didn’t care. We hug, he kisses my cheek. Then he gives me a light kiss in the lips. That was nice. I reach into my pocket and give him 1200 baht. He wais in thanks. He takes his phone and puts up Line and asks me to put in my Line ID. I do and he sends me a message.

 

I look at my phone and there was about 10 messages from BurBoy. Was he looking for me? Was he worried?

 

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[Alexx]

Great to see you resuming your reports, numazu. As always, it was an absolute pleasure to read your latest installment.

[Guest 777ckl]

yeah.....great to have this back!  And I also love Arena!

[traveller123]

So pleased to see you back

[firecat69]

Ditto!

[Creditisdue]

Thanks numazu for the update. I was curious how one goes about choosing a boy at a massage place and your narration gives me an idea how it's done.

 

Was this just a one off update or will we be seeing Day 12 onwards to finish the report?

 

Thanks again.

[GWMinUS]

Just a note. You reports are great to read and make me think again of visiting Myanmar.

Many years ago I made a wonderful trip along the Thai and Cambodian boarder.

Korat, Buriram, Sisaket and finally Ubon Ratchathani.

Every day was a new thrill. Visiting the Khmer Temples.

An adventure that still lives in my mind at 76 years old!!

Many thanks for sharing!!!

[numazu]

I intended this to just be a one time post because of user Mark311088 had his question about massage places. I think this trip report's time in the sun has set and I am dangerously close to my next BKK trip to be able to finish. I am also still in Mexico right now so won't have time to post anyway. But who knows, maybe I'll continue and finish this report when things calm down on my end.

 

Just a note. You reports are great to read and make me think again of visiting Myanmar.

Many years ago I made a wonderful trip along the Thai and Cambodian boarder.

Korat, Buriram, Sisaket and finally Ubon Ratchathani.

Every day was a new thrill. Visiting the Khmer Temples.

An adventure that still lives in my mind at 76 years old!!

Many thanks for sharing!!!

 

That's awesome GWMinUS! Thank you for the compliment! It truly is an amazing part of the world. I want to visit Vietnam and Laos next but who knows when i will be back to SE Asia after this April trip. But I hope that I too am going on adventures that are memorable enough to be vivid in my mind when I am 76 years old. 

[captainmick]

I think this trip report's time in the sun has set and I am dangerously close to my next BKK trip to be able to finish. I am also still in Mexico right now so won't have time to post anyway. But who knows, maybe I'll continue and finish this report when things calm down on my end.

 

Please keep writing Numazu............complete the Bangkok report where we are all held in suspense.........more on Mexico........and your forthcoming Songkran Trip. Your reporting is legendary and you would be a worthy winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature.

[traveller123]

Please keep writing Numazu............complete the Bangkok report where we are all held in suspense.........more on Mexico........and your forthcoming Songkran Trip. Your reporting is legendary and you would be a worthy winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature.

 

Numazu, you can't keep your loyal followers hanging on like this!