Bangkok Trip Report: To Butterfly or not to Butterfly Part 2 – The Devil and the Angel

[GWMinUS]

I wasn't pointing fingers, I was just talking back to my computer screen the way many of us talk back to the tv when watching a show or movie we get caught up in.

 

Be careful Bucky, there is a place for people that talk to their TVs...

Cheers!!

[numazu]

Day 3.2: Hell Hath No Fury Like a Numazu Scorned (not really)

 

I really wasn’t done with MonBoy. I had an amazing time with him last time, so I am eager to replicate the experience. But this seemed to have come out of left field.He was constantly LINEing me yesterday, even if I was with BurBoy (though he did not know this). He seemed eager to meet me today. He even suggested multiple times yesterday to meet as well. Although I know he was only trying to make a sale from me, I still appreciated the attention.

 

I asked him to see me early today because I wanted to spend the whole day with him. I was eager to know his story, and of course I also wanted to be close to the beauty. He has showed that he was into me (or sold it as such), so I know there will be a lot of intimacy, which I like. It was my turn to get the boyfriend experience from MonBoy, so I was kind of disappointed about this turn of events. I paid for his off fee last night so he didn’t have to go to his bar yesterday, so he does not have an excuse to be tired this morning.

 

MonBoy’s cousin, lets name him Victory, is samebb’s special someone. They were not boyfriends per se but there is a connection there. So I was able to contact the sleeping MonBoy through Victory. Victory kept asking me if he could wake MonBoy up. I told him no every time. I was OK to let him sleep. I will run some errands while he slept. I decided to get a haircut from Cutey and Beauty, my usual go-to in Bangkok. I leave Crowne Plaza and get on Rama IV to Silom to Thaniya Plaza.

 

As I make my way through Thaniya Plaza I get a call from MonBoy. I guess Victory woke him up. I don’t answer. He sends me a ton of messages apologizing for falling asleep. I read but not answer. He calls me again and I don’t answer. I don’t know why I didn’t reply. I guess I’m getting into the “mock anger” thing again that I used the last time this happened with MonBoy. I got good results then so why not do it now. After a few calls and then a ton of messages I reply back to him to say “I busy.” It was true that I was busy. I was just outside the salon about to get my haircut.

 

I felt my phone vibrate a million times from MonBoy. I go in the salon and the hairdresser recognizes me, yet again. He instructs the helper person to wash my hair. I get a pleasant wash and then I sit on the chair to get my haircut. I set my phone down on the counter in front of me. The hairdresser preps me and asks what I wanted. He proceeds to start the haircut. He starts a conversation with me as he usually does. And he always starts with: “How long your holiday this time?” I tell him it was just a few days. We make pleasant small talk which makes the haircut go by fast.

 

While this was happening my phone was vibrating a lot, most probably texts from MonBoy. It was vibrating so much that my phone was about to fall off the counter ledge. Hairdresser guy scoops up my phone and gives it to me so it doesn’t fall to the ground. At some point the vibrating stopped. I guess MonBoy gave up. My haircut is complete and I get another rinse. I decline the offer to style my hair. I pay them and give tips to the hairdresser and helper.

 

While I make my way through Thaniya Plaza and peruse through the golfing merchandise, my cellphone vibrates a few times again. I take it out of my pocket and see MonBoy has started to text again. I look at his messages and was surprised to see that he says that he is on his way to the Crowne Plaza. He then shows me a photo of him on a mocy taxi:

 

 

Wow the boy is persistent. I have to give him that. He decides to come to me anyway without my OK. Even if I wasn’t returning his thousands of messages and calls. I didn’t let that deter my window shopping though. I just read his messages and not reply. I get another message but this time it was from samebb. He told me that he was heading to Silom in half an hour or so to do some errands, and asked me if I wanted to meet him for lunch. He also said he was bringing that infamous boy from that controversial photo thread “Your perfect Thai boy”, which started the Spring of Trolls™ here in GayThailand. I was eager to meet Mr. Perfect, so I said yes. I did tell him about the whole saga with MonBoy that was still unfolding, so I told him I might be bringing MonBoy to lunch as well.

 

While I make my way back to Crowne Plaza I get messages from MonBoy telling me that he is now at the Crowne Plaza waiting for me. He sends a photos of the elevators on the 23rd floor a proof that he was there waiting me to take the elevator down to fetch him:

 

 

I finally answer him, asking him why he is here. I tell him he broke another promise by not being here at 11. It was 1 PM. I get to Crowne Plaza and take the elevators to the 23rd floor. I step off the elevator and then scan the lobby for him. And then I see him, sitting in front of the other set of elevators, looking intently at the elevators. I laugh a little bit. I put this boy through a lot for my own sadistic enjoyment. There was still a lot of “mock anger” to give out, and since he was late and to be woken up, I think my “anger” is justified a little bit.

 

I put on my best “pissed off” face and head over his way. He sees me and immediately apologizes. He hugs me tightly. I don’t hug back. I ask him why he was there? I told him I didn’t tell him to come. He said he had to come because he said he would. He apologizes again. I push the button for the elevator to get back to the room. I get in and he follows me. In the elevator he hugs me and kisses me everywhere, like he did last time he has seen me this “angry”. I don’t resist, of course. This was awesome. We get to my floor and as we walk he still keeps on hugging me and kissing me.

 

We get to the room and we sit on the bed. I ask him why did he fall asleep? He says he was tired after breakfast. I ask him why did he want me angry again. He just apologizes profusely again. He then tells me his confusion: I told him yesterday that I will meet him at 11. He said he thought it was 11 at night, not in the morning. I specifically remember telling him 11 AM, not PM. I look in my phone and find the text that says 11 AM. He says he thought it was evening. I ask him if he knew what AM and PM was. He says he doesn’t know for sure.

 

It is quite possible he doesn’t know the difference. He is new to Bangkok, new to gogo boy life, new to dealing with farang. I don’t know if an under-educated Myanmar guy would have a concept of what AM and PM meant. It didn’t matter. It was plausible to me at the moment. My force field of mock anger was slowly chipping away. I tell him “OK you can stay.” He smiles and hugs me, and then, like last time, take a big whiff of my neck to smell me. He does like smelling me.

 

He then starts making out with me. This was a good way to make it up to me. He then takes off all his clothes. He knew what he had, and he was using it to full effect to appease me. He knew what kind of effect his amazing ripped body had on me. He takes off his underwear and his legendary humungous cock just flops out. And just like that, I was sold. He has probably sealed a lot of deals with just showing customers his cock. And in this cold Bangkok hotel room, the sight of a handsome 21 year old Myanmar boy with golden brown skin, ripped body and large cock is all that is needed to make a Bangkok vacation successful.

 

There was no question what he was trying to do. He wanted this off to start in a good note, after the confusion earlier. He slowly takes off my clothes and then lays me down the bed. He sucks my cock to get me in the mood. He kisses me on the lips and then kisses me all over. He thrusts his cock in my face. It almost covered my whole head. I take a nibble and manages to take in half of it in but it was difficult to do. The girth is a killer and my mouth was not that wide.

 

He then puts his hips on my ass and force my legs up in the air. He teases my hole by putting the tip of his cock on it. He asks if he can put it in. I tell him not right now. I told him I was not ready. He asks me what I wanted to do. I asked him to sit on my chest and chuck wow in front of me. He does and it was a sight to behold. He starts jacking off and again the sight of muscles tensing up with him laboring to make himself cum is amazing. He looks at me and starts licking his lips. I put my hands on his magnificent torso and hips. I cup his balls to help him out. And then it happens: he puts his cock square on my face and lets go. He cums all over my face. I love this guy.

 

He laughs at the sight of my face all covered in his cum. I tell him it feels like a lot of cum. Some of it was dripping off my face. He tells me he did not touch himself all day yesterday to prepare for today, so that’s why it was “many na.” He gets off me and leads me to the bathroom and we take a quick shower, with him of course taking care of my nooks and crannies.

 

We get dressed and head over to Silom Soi 3 to head over for lunch. It was time to meet samebb, and of course the controversial Mr. Perfect. That’s next.

[vinapu]

.He was constantly LINEing me yesterday....

As I make my way through Thaniya Plaza I get a call from MonBoy....... I don’t answer. He sends me a ton of messages ...... He calls me again....  After a few calls and then a ton of messages I reply back ....

 

I felt my phone vibrate a million times from MonBoy...

While this was happening my phone was vibrating a lot, most probably texts from MonBoy. It was vibrating so much that my phone was about to fall off the counter ledge.... 

 

 

Honestly I'm impressed will all that communication covering, if I read carefully just 2 hours.

 

I know it probably generational but I'd consider my vacation day ruined if required to pay an attention to my phone/computer/ whatever to such an extend.

 

Sometimes I observe patrons in Bangkok or Pattaya bars who spent more time on their phones than admiring bodies on a scene in front of them.

 

I guess living in a cave has it's advantages at least as my vacation time goes.

 

I'm glad you made up with MonBoy as from your narrative and description he is worth all that inconvenience although not disciplined enough with that missing appointment. I'd be tempted to believe him that he is confused by that whole am / pm thing though. I had this in the past and always use morning / evening  or breakfast / dinner instead    

[rollingstone]

Love the report. But was Numazu a bit too mean? Missing an appointment by a working boy is not really something new, or is it?

 

Also liked the bit that MonBoy showed up despite not being granted permission. The lad has plenty potential.

[Boy69]

Namzu I think you are too hard on the boy, SE calture have a different time presption than our western culture everything is more calm and easy I got used to it that a meeting hour date is only a general frame for the South asians .You don't have to be angry on Monboy he seems very nice lad to me.

[Alexx]

I actually think numazu's mock anger act was great. Other customers might not be as forgiving, so giving MonBoy an impression of how things could derail when breaking promises isn't a bad lesson to learn.

[vinapu]

They are both lucky. Numazu landed with great boy and MonBoy got his tip.

 

If it would be me, boy would be told in advance  l wait till 12 and if you don't show up   I assume you are not coming so don't bother. No chance to call , e-mail etc. since it only opens window for excuses.  

 

But I would search him later to find out what happend and point out that he missed his money. Looks that this approach it's working, at least for me. No fake anger , just money speaks or falls silent.

[vinapu]

SE culture have a different time presption than our western culture everything is more calm and easy I got used to it that a meeting hour date is only a general frame for the South asians 

when culture clashes with my limited vacation time I rather take side of reducing my losses.

 

No need for scenes and anger, just simple ' you weren't there at time agreed so I went home / picked another boy' etc should suffice 

[bucknaway]

Numazu is a connoisseur of fine life experiences.

He is not just putting notches on a bed post. He is savoring every aspect of those moments. At any point in life he can go back and look at a written memory and real the orchard where that memory was created, the vintage, and the year. And much like a wine connoisseur he can open pop the cork on that memory and savor it down to its finest detail.

 

Ah.. Burboy... Bangkok... early 2017... ah yes... That was one of my favorite memories...

 

I wish I had something like that to look back on. My events are more like drinking soda. I pop the top, guzzle it down and throw away the can. When I get thirsty I reach into the ice chest and hope I pull out another one as refreshing as the last one.

 

Nothing saved, just a bunch of empty forgotten cans...

 

Keep it up numazu!

[faranglaw]

Wow! Two facials in one day. Your skiin must be porcelain smooth now.

[numazu]

Day 3.3: Afternoon Delight

 

When I am in Bangkok, lunch is usually the most overlooked meal of the day. I am guaranteed a breakfast of course, the most important meal of the day, for me especially. It varies between 9 AM to 1 PM, depending on what happened the night before and if I was catching a flight. Dinner is also somewhat of a guarantee. I usually have it before going to the bars at 10:30, or even earlier if Soi 4 was an option before the gogo bars. A third, optional meal, is taken around 2 AM or even later. It’s usually after a DJ Station night or Fake Club crawl, useful to soak up the alcohol.

 

So lunch may be the casualty of a very busy day, and my days are invariably always busy when on holiday. But today was a day to have lunch. I had two yummy bread things for breakfast, and 4 hours later I was about to have lunch with MonBoy, a boy who now no doubt was super hungry from all the making up he had to do just earlier, samebb, who was doing errands in Silom, and Mr. Perfect, the boy who launched a thousand trolls on GayThailand. 

 

Still basking in the afterglow of our sex, MonBoy and I were skipping through Silom, hands held, MonBoy kissing me and smelling my face or neck once in a while. It was hot and humid, as per usual, but I didn’t mind the extra heat coming out of MonBoy as he engulfed me with affection. We get to Silom Soi 3 where Kuku Ramen was. It was weird to be on this street and not go to the AirBNB condo. We get in and see that there were no customers except for our friends. They see us and get invited over.

 

samebb introduces us to Mr. Perfect. And he was pretty cute. A cute Thai twink. I can see why people go gaga over him. Not for me for sure, but for most GayThailand members. He shakes my hand and talks to MonBoy in Thai. I see that they already have their orders and were in the middle of their meal. I guess my sex with MonBoy took longer than expected. We get menus and I look at my ramen options. I ask MonBoy if he was going to have a problem with the food here. He only ate Thai/Burmese food in Thailand. He looked at the menu and said he was fine with the Japanese food choices. I get a ramen/bento thingie and MonBoy, after discussing the menu with a waiter, ordered some chicken and rice thing.

 

While we wait for our orders, I quizzed Mr. Perfect about a lot of things, including about his recent notoriety with his photos appearing in GayThailand. I am not going to say much about this, because of the aftermath, and I am not interested in ripping off band-aids. But I will say this: it is one thing to talk about people like they were abstract beings. But once you meet them in the flesh and get to know them, you get a sense of why they did what they did, and reacted how they did. I do feel bad that his photos got posted. But no harm, no foul. The photos are down, and he is back to his boy ways.

 

Soon our lunch comes and we start eating our delicious food. Even before MonBoy takes a bite of his food, he takes a portion and feeds me. BurBoy liked to feed me like this, and I liked it a lot, and MonBoy had some sixth sense that I would enjoy this. As we eat he keeps on feeding me. He also takes some food from my plate and eats. I love that MonBoy immediately is in a sharing mood with me, without even knowing that I liked this.

 

samebb and I have a good conversation over lunch. We make plans for tonight as well. Victory, MonBoy’s cousin, wanted to go to DJ Station with samebb and us two, so this was the activity for the night. We also planned on getting a bite to eat as well. So we agree on the double date, samebb and Victory, numazu and MonBoy. It’ll be a chance for me to get to know MonBoy better through his cousin. I never knew I would have this affinity with the Burmese, but I guess my recent trip to Myanmar did wonders to my opinion of the Myanmar people.

 

We wrap up lunch and pay the bill. We say our goodbyes and head out. samebb and Mr Perfect head on out as well. It was only me and MonBoy again. I asked him what he wanted to do. He says the eternal words “Up to you.” It was 3 PM and there was plenty of time before the night activities. So I tell him I wanted to go to Siam Paragon to shop for a little bit. I wanted to get some cute t-shirts for the BF and my dad. I told him I can buy him a shirt too if he likes. He smiles widely with his perfect and killer smile. And then he says “Up to you, but no.” I laugh at this conflicting sentence.

 

“We go BTS or taxi?” he asks me. I tell him “Up to you!” I exclaim back. “Really?” he says incredulously. I laugh and nod. He thinks for a minute before doing out to the curb and hailed a taxi. I guess BTS meant walking a lot first and he didn’t want that. We get a taxi and make our way to Siam Paragon. We were a block away and see a pile of cars in our way. The driver talks to MonBoy. MonBoy then asks for the fare from me. I give it to him and he gets out of the car. We are walking the rest of the way.

 

He immediately takes my hand while we walk our way to the mall. There were some Thai men loitering in the sidewalk staring as as. MonBoy takes a look at them and laughs. He says he doesn’t care who sees us holding hands. He says in Myanmar this was really frowned upon, so he is relishing the freedom to show affection, with anyone, here in Bangkok. I ask him if he holds hands with his other customers like this. He says he doesn’t, only the ones who are “clean.” I really don’t know what he meant by this word.

 

We get to Siam Paragon and I go straight to Uniqlo. I take my time looking for clothes for the BF and my dad. MonBoy dutifully follows me around. He takes a shopping basket and carries it for me. When I am done I ask him if he has found anything yet. He says he had a couple in mind. He shows them to me and they were two polo shirts for 600 baht each. I tell him to take both and we are done. He says he wants to only get one. I ask him if he wants two in a different color. He says yes. So I take the two and put them in our basket. I think I can afford 1200 baht.

 

We pay up he gets the bags to carry. He says we can take the BTS to get back to the hotel. Since I was leaving this decision up to him I comply. We go down to the BTS level and he fishes out some coins he had with him to pay for our fare. He takes my hand and leads me to the turnstile and gives me my ticket. We ride the BTS all the way to Sala Daeng station. I didn’t let him hold my hand this time though. I felt a little bit shy if there were people in close quarters seeing this PDA.

 

We get back to the hotel and MonBoy takes off his shirt to try on his new polo shirt. He looked at himself in front of the mirror a few times, admiring his new finds. He sees me looking and goes to me to kiss me. “Thank you,” he says in his boyish raspy voice. Even his voice was one-of-a-kind. He was smiling and seem to be in good spirits. Then he thinks of something. “We no get beer?” he says, as if we forgot to when we were out. I tell him we can have the beer in the mini-bar, pointing where the fridge is. He looks at the selection and gets us two Heineken cans. We toast to the afternoon. Day drinking is fun with a hot boy.

 

He turns on the TV and picks a movie channel, just like BurBoy, though with the volume low. He starts asking me questions about the nature of my work, why I go to the Thailand and other personal things. I try to answer as simply and as general as I could. It’s always interesting tailoring my words for a foreigner who has no concept of some terminology of words I usually take for granted, in the hope of trying to explain what I do and other first world things. But he was curious, and his eyes piercing into me with every word I say.

 

We finish our beers and he says we should try something. I ask him what is it? He starts taking off my clothes. I comply because usually everything good starts with another person taking off your clothes. He sets me down on the couch and he disrobes as well. He was semi-hard, and he puts his cock in my face for some oral. I suck till he was hard. While he was doing this he was stroking my cock as well. When I was hard, he gets of my face and continues to stroke my cock. This was going to be good.

 

He then lifts my legs up and he has a full view of my ass for the first time. He touches my ass with his fingers for a while, and then wets one finger and puts it in. He was gentle, and I was getting into it. And then he puts his face in my ass and starts licking. All this with us not taking a shower. This boy was bold. He was getting me good and wet. I see him spitting in his mouth. And without a warning he jams his cock in my ass, no condom, and with just spit.

 

I was both shocked at the girth going in me, and the fact that he was putting it in without a condom. I pull him back with my legs and he asks “No good?” I say no good. He apologizes. I smile at him and told him he didn’t do anything wrong. “Let’s do good ok?” I tell him. I take my condoms and lube in my bag. I give him the condom. He takes the condom and gives it a nice stretch. He rolls it the condom up and then slowly wraps his huge cock in it. He obviously has a technique on how to fit his cock in the average size. It was super thick but he was able to fit his cock in the condom.

 

Now the question is, was I able to fit his cock in me?

[Jasper]

Thanks for great report as always but.....

 

WHY Uniqlo???? There are many shops in California and also US Online shop too. Prices in BKK aren't cheaper than US.

 

You can happily ignore my fashion advice but if I were you, I would buy T-shirts at a shop uniquely Thai such as Thai fashion brand 'Greyhound' or ' Fox Pixel by Paul B' both at Siam Centre 3F.

 

Or you could buy those silly T-shirts like 'Six Pack coming up" " I am moving on" etc.

 

If you like Ramen, a very reputable Japanese Ramen restaurant chain 'Nanase' opened its newest branch, a small shop at Suriwong/Thaniya corner recently. It's reasonably priced and tasty. Highly recommended.

 

http://www.nanase-th.com/index.php?pageID=4&shopID=15

[Guest samebb]

If you like Ramen, a very reputable Japanese Ramen restaurant chain 'Nanase' opened its newest branch, a small shop at Suriwong/Thaniya corner recently. It's reasonably priced and tasty. Highly recommended.

 

http://www.nanase-th.com/index.php?pageID=4&shopID=15

The choice of restaurant was my doing. Kuku does a lunch special for 130b where you get a table full of rices, raman, salads ect. It's really quite fantatic. The place you mentioned looks good also. Maybe a bit out of the way for my usual areas.

[Guest ronnie4you]

Another teasing cliffhanger. My bet is that MonBoy got his way once fully sheathed. Just a guess.

[Boy69]

"didn’t let him hold my hand this time though. I felt a little bit shy if there were people in close quarters seeing this PDA."

 

Thailand is the most gay tollerent country in the world really nobodys cares if you and your boy walk holding hands there is nothing to be a shame of beeing gay I am little bit disappointed from you here...

[1moRussian]

Thailand is the most gay tollerent country in the world really nobodys cares if you and your boy walk holding hands there is nothing to be a shame of beeing gay...

555

You are at the very risky ground, Boy69

[vinapu]

Thailand is the most gay tollerent country in the world really nobodys cares if you and your boy walk holding hands there is nothing to be a shame of beeing gay I am little bit disappointed from you here...

tolerance is one thing but public display of affection is not really done in Thailand

[a447a]

Thailand is the most gay tollerent country in the world really nobodys cares if you and your boy walk holding hands there is nothing to be a shame of beeing gay ...

Not really. It's a very conservative Buddhist country and outside of the gay areas I think the locals would not appreciate any shenanigans.

[Guest samebb]

Not really. It's a very conservative Buddhist country and outside of the gay areas I think the locals would not appreciate any shenanigans.

 

Yeah. I mean look what happened to the Chiang Mai pride a few years back.... You don't see Thai's acting like that in Public either. 

 

I would say Spain is probably the most tolerant country in the world, if not close to being it. 

[Boy69]

I walked many times holding hands with boys in Thailand with no issue at all , many times even received nice smiles from Thai people looking at us ,the Thai calture is less tolerance to kissing in public but holding hands or showing genetle affection is totally acceptable.

[bucknaway]

It's simple. If you feel uncomfortable and don't want to do something. Don't do it and you will be okay.

[Guest samebb]

I walked many times holding hands with boys in Thailand with no issue at all , many times even received nice smiles from Thai people looking at us ,the Thai calture is less tolerance to kissing in public but holding hands or showing genetle affection is totally acceptable.

 

You clearly don't understand Thai culture. I am going to assume something here, which I know might be a mistake. I am guessing you are a mature white guy. Very few Thai's would do anything but smile at you, whatever you are doing. 

 

Don't mistake cultural values for behaviour acceptance. Having said that, Bangkok is very progressive and I am sure many of the population are totally comfortable with gay lifestyles. 

 

Just don't push things to far... I can assure you even in Bangkok, there is one guy that will punch you in the face. Been there, seen that! 

 

(you are safe in Silom) 

[vinapu]

Samebb above is right. Hand holding in public is almost never seen , even in Pattaya.

 

I walked with boy holding hands only once , it was short stretch from Screwboys to Take-a-Nap, at midnight and entirely in boy's initiative and still I did not feel that comfortable even if boy was of quite mature age (`30).

 

On another had , on quite a few occasions I sensed that boy is not that comfortable to even be seen walking with me  so I let him to walk a bit ahead or behind, in two cases / the same boy / we even walked on opposite sides of Suriwong at his request and I could see why - he was stopped few times by some acquaintances so likely did not want to be seen with farang . And again we are not talking about boy looking and being  on rather young side.  

 

So yes , advice of not pushing things too far is sensible one.

[traveller123]

I have been way for 5 weeks on holiday and during my holidays I don't look atthe internet.

It was therefore an unexpected and very pleasant surprise on my return to see Numazu posting again.

A belated but sincere welcome back

[vinapu]

I have been way for 5 weeks on holiday and during my holidays I don't look at the internet.

 

I'm sure you missed us, LOL