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

[ChristianPFC]

Most of my encounters, the boy is late. But to be fair, I had a few who were early. Unsymmetrical: when early, it's up to 20 min, when late, up to 2 hours.

 

And I have been late up to 15 minutes when meeting boys or Farang friends.

[vinapu]

 when late, up to 2 hours.

 

 

in such a case I'd be gone from my room after 1/2 hr of waiting for a boy unless we had meeting scheduled in the dead of night, then I just would go to sleep.

 

Actually happened once, boy asked to leave at midnight  with promise to return in 1 hr but did not show up until 4 , long after I gave up and fall asleep. I was even a bit worried since he did not collect his tip but all finished well with him staying till something like 11-12 which I loved because I like morning gymnastics.

[numazu]

Day 4.0: The Devil Made Me Do It

 

There are very few things that are certain in life. Death and Taxes of course. But when going to Bangkok, getting sex is almost a certainty, as long as you have some baht with you to give away, or free if someone fancies you online. But the certainty of getting good sex is an altogether different matter. You can always pay for sex, but the certainty of the sex actually being good is less of a sure thing, no matter how much you pay.

 

Some posters have asked me why it seems that I have had very good luck with the offs and getting good sex almost every time. There is a simple answer to that: I've had a lot of practice, and it hasn’t always been this way. I have started these reports on my 8th trip to Thailand. The 7 previous trips have had it shares of ups and downs. More ups for sure, but it took me a while to hone my skill of finding the right boy, and knowing if it will work out or not, just by sitting with the boy for 15 minutes or more over a drink in his bar. I think I am a fairly demanding customer, wanting not just good sex but also affection, attention and, most importantly, wanting to listen to a good story. For me sex, and good sex, and can always be had pretty easily, but getting that from a boy who is also willing to share with you his life story is harder to come by.

 

Getting sex in Thailand is like shooting fish in a barrel, there is simply no challenge to it. There is no specialized skill needed to hire a boy to sleep with you. So I try to up the difficulty by also wanting the boy to be a lot of other things for me: a good friend, a decent companion, and a great storyteller. MonBoy seems to have all this in spades. Out of all the offs I’ve had in Thailand, this one seems to check all the boxes, with interest. Great sex? Check. Boyfriend experience? Double Check. Hickeys the size of Texas? Check, check, check. A great story? Lots of checks.  

 

So here he was, trying to check that first box, for the third time today. He needed Kamagra to perform, I am assuming because he is used to being the top in all the offs he’s had. And he certainly wanted that to be the case now. He sits me down on the couch and feeds me his enormous cock, now hard because of Kamagra and our foreplay. I take it, using all my jaw muscles to accommodate it, and using both hands to stimulate his shaft and balls. It takes all that to just make sure that he is getting the stimulation he needs.

 

He pulls out and rubs his big cock all over my face. He puts a finger in my mouth as he torments me with his thing. He shoves his balls up against my face. I get a good whiff of his scent. It was still fresh even if we have been out for hours now. I chew on his balls as he moans in pleasure. He pulls away and then leans back to kiss me again. He sits on my lap to continue with the kiss. His large cock was pressing on my tummy. He takes off my shirt and rubs his cock on my chest. A generous amount of precum gets rubbed on my skin. He’s still stimulated after all the events today.

 

He takes off my pants and underwear and proceeds to suck me. There was something hot about a hung boy just going to town on your cock. When he has me good and wet, he sits on my lap and proceeds to work my cock in him. I tell him to stop and to get a condom. He puts a hand on my mouth to shut me up. He continues to put my cock in. I take his hand off my face and put my hands on his hips to guide me out of him. I tell him this is dangerous territory he is treading on. He tells me “I OK with you.” I look him squarely in the eyes and tell him to get a condom.

 

He smiles and then kisses me again. Pretty soon he is trying to put me in him again. I laugh and tell him yet again to get a condom. He relents and gets one out of the bathroom. He puts it on me and then sits on me again. He thrusts his hips up and down as his large cock bounces around my tummy. He puts his hands on my shoulders to steady himself while he thrusts up and down. The visual of him and his hard cock bouncing up and down was too much. I shoot inside the condom. I ask him to cum while I will still in him. It takes him a while but he shoots all over my chest and couch. Box checked.

 

He gets off me and takes my hand to get in the shower. We got extra clean for the well-earned rest we were about to take. We get in bed and he turns on the TV and looks for some movie he wanted to watch. He turns the volume low and holds me close. He gives me little kisses and massages my neck while we cuddle. I got my attention. Box checked.

 

I ask him more about his life. I ask him if he has a girlfriend. He reminds me that he told me earlier that he liked both men and women. I tell him that he seemed straight to me, the way he carried himself, dressed himself etc. He laughs and tells me that he gets this all the time. When he is with women, they tell him that he seemed gay to them. When it is men, they think he is straight. He says that it doesn’t matter to him. If he loves the person, doesn’t matter what gender it came in. Love is love. A good story among other stories he has told me. Box checked.

 

He then asks me if I had a boyfriend or girlfriend. I play The Game again and tell him I was single. He asks if I wanted to be his boyfriend. I hesitate and tell him it is hard to be BFs if we are thousands of miles apart, and that I barely know him. He promises me to video call everyday and we can get to know each other then. I tell him we can do that and see what happens. He hugs me and kisses me and we continue to cuddle. I was thinking to myself that I do not need another quasi-boyfriend right now. But at this night and these circumstances, it felt right.

 

So we spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking and half-watching the movie. He turns off the TV and asks me what were we doing tomorrow. I tell him I had a flight to catch at 3 PM so we had time to say our goodbyes and have breakfast before I head out to the airport. He tells me he wanted to bring me to the airport to say goodbye. I guess there is something about Myanmar boys and airports that happens for me.

 

We must be both exhausted because we sleep all the way to the alarm at 9:30 AM. I get up to pee and head back to cuddle with MonBoy. He shouts “Good morning!” before even opening his eyes, like two mornings before. He hugs me to pull me close so I will get back to sleep. I remind him that I had a flight to catch today so we can’t sleep long. He opens his eyes and looks at me. He notices my hickeys and surveys them with his fingers. “I sorry!” he says while shaking his head. He rubs them in the hopes of making them go away.

 

I wonder if it was that bad. I go back to the bathroom and turn on the light to look at them. Wow. The bruising has settles overnight and now they look huge and dark red. Definitely a problem when I fly back to Manila to my dinner. I rub them like MonBoy did. I sigh and resign myself to my fate. MonBoy joins me in the bathroom and we both try to assess the damage. MonBoy tells me we should take a shower and head “Out Silom.” We do that and get dressed. I guess we are going for breakfast.

 

We get to the 23^rd floor of the Crowne Plaza and MonBoy heads over to the other set of elevators to get to the ground floor. “No eat here?” as I point to the hotel restaurant. “No, go Silom” he says. Okiedokie. We get to Silom from Rama IV. He stops at the nearest Boots Pharmacy and head overs to their makeup section. He spots a sales lady and asks her something. After some back and forth MonBoy points to me and my hickeys and the sales lady looks at them. She heads over to the some of the makeup in the wall and explains to MonBoy what we needed to get.

 

OK now I got it. We weren’t heading out to breakfast. MonBoy was looking for makeup to conceal my hickeys. We go through our makeup options and after a few trials we find some that matches my skins color. MonBoy dutifully tests it on my hickey, blotting foundation on it, blowing it dry, and then covering it up with some powder. When he was satisfied he instructs me to look in the mirror. I was impressed. The hickey was barely noticeable. He smiles widely and thanked him. He kisses me on the lips. So we get these two items:

 

 

So he was being considerate as well. He was giving me the whole boyfriend experience. Box checked.

 

We get back to the hotel and I finish packing. While I did that, MonBoy goes to the bathroom and I hear the water running. He goes back out and I ask him when he wanted to eat. He said we can eat in the airport so we can spend more time together. I look at my watch and it was only 10:30 AM. I guess we had some time to kill. He tells me he is filling the tub with water so we can have a short dip in it. I finish packing, and the tub gets filled. He takes a dip:

 

 

And I join him. It was nice seeing his naked body one last time. We relax before the inevitable airport goodbye. I hate airports, next.

[spoon]

Finally a glimpse of Monboy! Lovely boy indeed! He would do very well in this business if he keep doing what he did as what being told here.

[worldatlarge]

Very good and amazing teaser Numazu!

[vinapu]

absolutely agree with what is said above - he has body dreams are made of / at least my dreams /

[numazu]

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Public Displays of Affection

 

"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...

 

I think there is a difference between tolerance and just plain appropriateness. Thailand may be one of the more tolerant countries in terms of gay people and relationships, but that doesn't mean it is appropriate to flaunt it anywhere I want. It is appropriate to hold  a boy's hand or give pecks in the cheek to show affection when at dinner or in a movie house, but maybe not in the confines of the BTS or elevator with a captive audience who has to see all this PDA while waiting for the next station or floor. I certainly feel uncomfortable if a couple, any couple, would start smooching in an elevator. It may be tolerated, but it is not appropriate.

 

555
You are at the very risky ground, Boy69

 

I have a general rule: I let the local decide what is appropriate for PDA in his country, with certain exceptions. I can assume that a country is super tolerant, like Thailand, but I won't start holding the local's hand until he starts it. I'm generally respectful of the country I am in regardless of my preconceived thoughts about said country. If MonBoy deems it appropriate he holds my hand while walking on the sidewalks of Siam Paragon (outside Silom), then I am OK with it. 

 

With that said, I always like it when a boy I am with (including my boyfriend) holds my hand in public while we walk to where we are going. It makes me feel that we are still thinking about each other while we are exploring. But i rarely initiate this, unless I am in Silom or Castro or Chueca or SoHo, where all the gays are at.

 

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

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

 

This is my assumption in any country I am in, unless proven otherwise by my local companion.

 

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.

 

Again: acceptable vs. appropriate are two different things.

 

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! 

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.

 

I don't know how many times I've walked out of Boyztown in Pattaya with the boy of the night holding hands with me on our way to the (former) Marriott. It is a short walk sure, but those boys seemed conformable enough to hold hands. I didn't complain. But I am not farang-looking so, YMMV. But as vinapu and samebb have said, do not push things too far. I never initiate the contact.

 

Other than boy-boy relationship, farang-thai relationship, and older-younger relationship, there are varying level of acceptance of each of these by the boy and bystanders alike. Like samebb mentioned, asean generally have unbiased respect for elders regardless who or what race u are, hence the smiles u might get from anyone there really.

 

I think this is the key: varying levels of acceptance of the public to the relationship. That's why being respectful regardless of where you are is the most important thing to do. 

 

This is a great post. It is easy to forget working boys often have other lives away from twilight. Day jobs. Family. With namazu and monboy it's a little different because neither are thai. Having said that even I was taken back at the level of effection monboy was throwing at namazu.

 

MonBoy kept telling me over and over that our PDA was acceptable in Thailand, and not in his country Myanmar. So he enjoys doing the PDA when he can. And yes samebb, his own brand of PDA is above and beyond anything I have experienced. It was too much actually, but I really enjoyed the attention for sure. I think he enjoyed my reluctance to the extreme PDA, and he wanted to push it further and further to see if I will crack under the pressure. I was actually embarrassed to do it in front of you and Victory. I think Victory was the most embarrassed because he grew up with MonBoy and hasn't seen this side of him. We must have looked like sex-hungry animals to you guys (and we were, but still).

 

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

 

And this is the best advice of all. 

[vinapu]

 

 

I don't know how many times I've walked out of Boyztown in Pattaya with the boy of the night holding hands with me on our way to the (former) Marriott. It is a short walk sure, but those boys seemed conformable enough to hold hands. I didn't complain. But I am not farang-looking so, YMMV.

and much younger so walking hand in hand seems to be more natural but when generations are crossed in places like Pattaya or Silom ghetto it has 'money boy and his john' stamp some may not be comfortable with, all three. boy , client and passersby.

[faranglaw]

Monboy came from a more restrictive country to Thailand. He too is a foreigner. Being young and excited about the perceived freedom of his adopted country, he may be exaggerating, to himself as well as others, the acceptability of PDA. In addition, you are younger and probably better looking than 90% of money boy clients, so he may be flaunting you a bit to the other money boys and locals. This of course wouldn't at all take away from the fact that he likes you and is a sex hungry animal. :-)

[Boy69]

Monboy came from a more restrictive country to Thailand. He too is a foreigner. Being young and excited about the perceived freedom of his adopted country, he may be exaggerating, to himself as well as others, the acceptability of PDA. In addition, you are younger and probably better looking than 90% of money boy clients, so he may be flaunting you a bit to the other money boys and locals. This of course wouldn't at all take away from the fact that he likes you and is a sex hungry animal. :-)

Sometimes (it happend to more then once) Thai money boys are sick of their job and if nice falang client come over they will do all they can to make him fall in love with them so they can leave more convient life and convenience the falang to support them and their family. they just forget that most of us come for short holiday and can't make such a commitment and most of us are not rich and can't support extravagant lifestyle.

[numazu]

Day 4.4: The Airport Goodbye Part 14: MonBoy Edition

 

It is no secret that I hate airports. I have written about it a number of times in my trip reports.  And I particularly hate airport goodbyes. In my earlier Thailand trips, even if I had a boy stay the night before I left to go back home, I usually go to the airport, alone, and geared up and focussed to return home. It is partly because of BurBoy that I now have the Airport Goodbye™ as a integral part of my LOS trips.

 

With BurBoy, the airport goodbye was a necessity, a way to spend every last remaining minute with me before I disappeared from his life for a few months. But with any other boy I just met or offed, the airport goodbye is less needed. I’m pretty sure that after a night of getting molested by me, they just wanted to go back to their room and sleep, to regain energy for the next customer that night. This trip's airport goodbye was supposed to be BurBoy’s, but instead MonBoy has claimed it for himself.

 

This trip, BurBoy did not insist on the goodbye, probably because of his work prep, and probably because it takes up to 2 hours (with traffic) from Suvarnabhumi to his room near Don Meaung. MonBoy, although having  just met him, volunteered wholeheartedly to accompany me to the airport. If he got his way, he would’ve spent all three nights with me this trip, even waiting me on the second night, the night I was with BurBoy, by not taking on any customers, and not going to Jupiter (after I give him his off fee for the second night), in the off chance I will change my mind and call on him.

 

We spend out last few moments naked together on the tub in my room at the Crowne Plaza. He has put all the bath soaps and effervescent salts in the tub to make it nice for us. We don’t have sex. Instead we talk, enjoy and relax for the next half hour. He gives me a soft neck and upper back massage while I lay against him in the tub. I was the little spoon, and he was giving me a relaxing rub. He washed off the makeup off of my hickeys and promised to conceal the hickey better than he did at Boots.

 

We get off the tub and showered off the bath salts and got dressed for the taxi ride to Suvarnabhumi. He puts on the makeup back on my neck and cheek, and when I look at the hickeys in the mirror, it was really barely noticeable unless you knew what you were looking at. I hope it stays on through my flight and dinner tonight. I check out at the lobby (0 baht with points), and get a taxi (500 baht flat rate) and we are off. And he immediately does this:

 

 

Still holding my hand to the very end. He was very quiet, closing his eyes sometimes to rest, looking at me once in a while and smiling. He was being contemplative, probably thinking about what he will do for the rest of the day, for the rest of his life, now that he is about to say goodbye to yet another customer. He was using two hands to hold my hand for some reason. Holding me too close it seems.

 

We get to the airport and I do my usual check-in. MonBoy hangs back while I do this. While I get my tags and tickets printed by the kind lady in Thai Aiways counter, I look back at MonBoy sitting on the bench. He sees me look at him and he smiles, quite tentatively. He looks away and has a look of worry. I wonder what he was thinking? I get my bags checked and tickets and head over his way. He stands up to greet me and kisses me in the lips.

 

“Are you OK?” I ask him. He looks at me and says “I OK, yes,” quite tepidly. I ask him if he wanted to get something to eat. It was only 12:30 PM and we had plenty of time. He takes my backpack from my shoulders and puts it on his back. “You no have to do for me,” pointing to my bag. He pretends to not hear as we make our way to the 3rd floor where all the shops and restaurants were. We peruse our options and choose a nice Thai restaurant with a nice selection of traditional Thai food for both of us to enjoy.

 

We look at the menu and I find a few rice dishes that I liked. I tell MonBoy my selection and he orders three of the ones I have chosen. He also orders a big tall glass of beer and I do the same. It’s a short flight to Manila and I am heading straight to a dinner so I guess beer is not out of the question for now. While we wait for our food he holds my hand and caresses my forearm. He is still quiet, not his usual jovial self from yesterday. And then he spots a tall Chinese-looking guy and laughs. He points to the guy discreetly and points to where my hickeys were. “Same na!” he says. I look at the guy and see a giant hickey in his neck, unconcealed, for all the world to see. I guess I was not the only one with souvenir love marks to take home. I wonder how many tourists leaving Suvarnabhumi today had hickeys. This airport probably has a larger than normal ratio of hickeyed to non-hickeyed passengers, compared to other airports in the world.

 

We get our food and we dig in. We have been up for 3 hours and this is our first taste of food, so we dig in wholeheartedly. MonBoy takes photos and sends them to his FaceBook and to Victory, his cousin from last night. “Good food?” he asks, breaking the silence. “Yes I like, very delicious.” He feeds me a big helping of some of the chicken. “I want you eat many because I cannot buy you food after this.” He smiles and nods. “What do you do in Philippine?” he asks about my trip. “I have some work there and I will tour too,” I answer. “When you go back USA?” “5 days. What will you do after today?” “I go back Myanmar.” “Oh, will you go to Myanmar to visit your family?” “No, I go Myanmar to live.” “You no want go back Jupiter?” “I no want to be Money Boy. I want go my farm”

 

I was slightly taken aback by this. He has only been working for 2 weeks as a gogo boy in Jupiter, and now he is quitting? Did he think he had enough money saved up to finish his house in Myanmar now, with me his last off? Was I his last ever customer? Was I that horrible that I turned him off from his profession? He sees me puzzled and confused, but I couldn’t find the words to try to figure this out. “Why no gogo?” I finally say. “I no want work Bangkok. Difficult. I want go back Myanmar. I want see my family. I work farm. I want go my house.” “Do you have money for house?” “Maybe. I can go back.”

 

Being a Money Boy is obviously a difficult job for anyone, no matter how hardened inside you are. But for a hot 21-year-old boy with considerable assets like his, being a Money Boy for a year or two could be very lucrative for MonBoy. He could save all his earnings and really start out his life back in his home country. And he would still be young enough to start over and do whatever he wanted. But instead here he was, quitting only after a short time.  Maybe what he was saying was true. Or maybe he was still playing The Game. Maybe if he told me I was going to be his last customer, that I would feel obligated to give him a lot of money to send him on his way as his last off. Who knows.

 

“Next time if you come Bangkok, Line me. I come back Bangkok and see you,” he says, smiling, holding my hand. “I want see you again.” “Okay, I Line you if I come,” I tell him. That’s probably not going to happen. But I guess it is a nice option to have. He is a beautiful boy, super attentive, and knows how to make me believe he was into me. But Bangkok is full of boys like him. He was special, sure, and the chemistry between us is very hard to find, but I am certain that there are many other boys like him out there. This was just a cold hard fact. Bangkok's charms are delightful and numerous, and his seemingly unique brand of sexual sorcery can probably be replicated elsewhere by another hot boy.

 

He tells me more about his farm and his house. He shows photos of both as well as his family members. It is obvious that he misses them a lot. I guess he really wasn’t meant to live a life in the fast lane. Being a Bangkok Gogo Boy was only a way for him to make some quick cash. It was not a legitimate long-term career choice for him, nor is it anyone else's, I'm sure. I ask him if there was a way for him to go back to school. He says that school is not for him, and will probably will just farm for the rest of his life.

 

We finish our meal and it was time for me to go to my gate. I ask him if he was going to use the train or a taxi. He said the train would be cheaper for him. As we make our down the labyrinthine escalator system that Suvarnabhumi had to get to the basement level for the train, he doesn’t stop with the PDA. He had his arm around me the while time, and he gave me discreet kisses once in a while. He didn’t care who saw. He was again testing his theory that Thailand is a more tolerant country than his own.

 

When we get to the train level, I pull him aside and gave him long time tip. I gave him the standard long time plus 50%. I wanted to give him more, but not too big of an amount that it would seem like I got manipulated by his story of quitting the gogo boy scene. I was not sure if it was true. He takes the money without counting and puts it in his pocket. He gives me my backpack and buys his fare in the fare machine. He gives me one last giant wet kiss and goes through the turnstile. And just like that, he was gone.

 

No tears for me this time. Only confusion and wonderment on what MonBoy has just told me about his future. I didn’t want to think that I had something to do with his decision, but what if I did? I can’t let it get to me. Only time will tell if he really has quit. I go through security and ruminate about all this in the Thai Airways lounge. I get a coffee and sit down and begin to write this trip report, knowing full well that it was going to be mostly about this wonderful, strange, and beautiful boy. I was actually glad that his two weeks of employment at Jupiter intersected with my trip. If I met him at the start of his two weeks, the circumstances might have been different and the off might not have been as good. But I meet him at the end of his tenure, and it was clear that he was eager to go out with a bang. 

 

The Thai Airways plane ride was smooth and uneventful. The rest of my time in Manila was great and entertaining as well. Everyday, in my 5 days in Manila, MonBoy has dutifully talked to me. Video called me several times a day, each day. He made sure I saw where he was every time, usually in his room, as if to show me he wasn’t in Jupiter or with a customer anymore, especially at show time, at night, to prove that he has quit the business for good.

 

After all this, I get on my plane back to the USA. My first day back he tells me he is leaving for Myanmar in 2 days. I ask him if I was really his last customer. He says yes. He then says that he considers me a friend, and would like to continue to correspond with me. Sure enough, in two days he leaves for Myanmar. The video calls, now happening in rural Mon State, Myanmar, become more sparse and less regular. He says it is because of the spotty mobile internet connection in his hometown. After a week, the calls stop. He still messages me on Facebook once in a while, occasionally sending me photos of his farm, his house, his face covered in Thanaka, etc. The haircut becomes less fashionable, the clothes become more traditional. He has made his transformation back into farmer.

 

No transformations for me. I am still the same numazu, sex-crazed monster. 

[Guest ronnie4you]

Numazu, thanks for sharing this trip with us.

[Guest samebb]

Bangkok does feel a little smaller without monboy... I saw photos of him in a hospital a couple of days ago on facebook. Hope he is ok!

[bobsaigon]

After a week, the calls stop. He still messages me on Facebook once in a while, occasionally sending me photos of his farm, his house, his face covered in Thanaka, etc. The haircut becomes less fashionable, the clothes become more traditional. He has made his transformation back into farmer. 

 

Probably the most emotive few lines I've read in a long time.

[vinapu]

quite an end to an adventure. But that the story of our boys , one day we return anxious to see them only to learn that they are gone for good. 

 

Thank you numazu for sharing your adventures with us and we can only wait until one day you return to LOS

[bobsaigon]

Boys are People, a fact that I tended to bury deep in my subconscious.   I’m retired from The Game now because of health issues.  I look back over the years, trying to recall the hundreds of boys I met.  I think I did not give them the respect they deserved just because their bodies were available for money.   If I had been in my 30’s instead of my 60’s and had met a young man non-commercially, a young man who was self-supporting and did not need or accept any money from me, I suspect I would have been quickly drawn to monogamy and to a greater respect for the young man as a person.

 

But I was a very late entry into the Game and I shared a popular misconception that (a) money boys enjoyed sex with all their customers and (b) they were good at it.   The truth was that many of them would have preferred to be back on the farm once the attraction of money and the glitter of the nightlife in Bangkok/Pattaya had worn off.

 

Unlike today’s bar boys, most of the guys I met were actually gay, but gay or straight, there was no way in hell that they could have really enjoyed the encounters with customers 40 or 50 years older than they were.   They may have enjoyed the attention they got, may have enjoyed being the star of their bar, and sure they were grateful, but grateful for the money, not for the “privilege” of getting into bed with grandfather.

 

IMHO.

[Alexx]

numazu, thanks a lot for another great series of trip reports. As always, it was a BIG pleasure to read about your adventures. I'm already looking forward to your next report!

[vinapu]

 

 and sure they were grateful, but grateful for the money, not for the “privilege” ........

 

this can be said about  many of us , working folks.

We like the paycheque, we may even like going to work but certainly we like going home from work better.

 

And probably it helps  boy's self esteem if they can separate mentally  work part from pleasure component. Sure , we clients can use some passion but asking for that in exchange for 1000 or even 3000 baht is perhaps too much.   

[bobsaigon]

we clients can use some passion but asking for that in exchange for 1000 or even 3000 baht is perhaps too much.   

 

 

Absolutely.  I couldn't agree more.

[Boy69]

Sometimes it's difficult to maintain customer-client status and mutual emotions are been involved and without any planing relationship can be develop.We have to be very carfule here. I think Namzu handled this issue with the boy brilliantly .

[reader]

It's not possible, namazu, for me to come away from your writings without recollections of my own experiences I now feel compelled to relive--and examine--under the lens that your adventures impose.  You easily rekindle memories I was content to leave compartmented in the past. You force me to confront unresolved emotions. 

 

I find myself recalling faces of those I met over 15 years of visits.  How many have returned to the farms, the villages, the families they described to me? How many did not? How did they survive? I don't think it possible to sleep with someone, awake to their smile and then totally erase them from my life.  We really don't possess a delete button.

 

My second trip was the first and only time I agreed to be seen off at the airport.  It was a week into my last trip when one of my new guys said "I go to airport with you" after asking what day I was leaving.  I gently but firmly discouraged him. 

 

How much are they pursuing their game plan? How much are we pursuing our's? In the end it probably doesn't matter because we're both destined to repeat the scenario with other players.  Some of these guys we may well see again while others simply disappear from our lives. 

 

What I'm becoming more aware of is the need to let them know I appreciate the time they shared with me.  I hope I treated each with with respect and left them their innate dignity. 

 

These, namazu, are the reflections of a much older man who is indebted to you not simply for the entertainment you provide but for the issues you bring forward.

 

And after I finish reading the forum today I'll begin planning my next trip--as I hope you, too, are doing!

[Jasper]

For me, this is the best chapter of all your trip reports.

[Creditisdue]

This was an epic trip report. Sexy and at the same time thoughtful. Best of both worlds. Thanks so much!

[vinapu]

...... sleep with someone, awake to their smile and then totally erase them from my life.  We really don't possess a delete button.

 

 

we do , it's labelled 'time'.

 

I agree it's difficult and doesn't work always but time does it's work and that , in a sense,  is a blessing 

[vinapu]

For me, this is the best chapter of all your trip reports.

I 'm feeling the some way, quite moving good bye, inner thoughts well written but who knows what future brings to both parties.

We can only hope for happy and unexpected reunion, that would be story !