First Encounters with The City of Angels

[lotus123]

I arrived in Bangkok for the first time in June, 1997. I had made my very first internet hotel booking for the occasion, securing a room at La Résidence. I think it still exists. It’s a boutique hotel on Suriwong Road about 15-20 minute’s walk from the late lamented Soi Twilight. As a nervous first-timer arriving near midnight, I had booked a hotel car to pick me up from Don Muang airport. I remember marvelling at the elevated tollway, looking at the neon-lit cityscape extending as far as I could see, and wondered whether I had stumbled into a real-life Blade Runner scenario. Once arrived at the hotel, I collapsed into bed and didn’t awaken until noon the next day.

 

In the evening, I dined at the hotel. I didn’t eat much, knowing that I was about to set off for my first gay night on the town. Poring over the Silom-Suriwong map in my copy of Gay Thailand (remember that little book?), I zeroed in on Dream Boy Barbeiry, mainly because it seemed I could just walk in a straight line from the hotel to the bar. I will never be able to recapture or re-create the impressions of that walk. The sights, sounds, and smells would all become familiar, but that first time it was total sensory overload.

 

When I got to the entrance of the bar, I was ushered in by a tout.  He handed me off to what I knew from my book was a mamasan, who showed me to a seat and took my drink order. I had previously been to a macho dancer bar in Manila, so I had some idea of what to expect. The show, however, was of completely different order than I what I had seen in the Philippine capital. The number I remember was set to Michael Jackson’s Thriller, and involved a number of boys in monkey suits who had a mock-brawl and ended up fucking each other. After the show, for which I had arrived just in time, a mamasan explained things to me. She had an eye for inexperience, I suppose. I bought a drink for a muscled lad with a large tiger tattoo. His English handle, unsurprisingly, was Tiger. Tiger eventually returned to my room with me for a short time session. As short time sessions go, it was for rather a long time. He, too, knew what to do with an inexperienced customer. After the ritual showering and a quarter hour or so of inconclusive foreplay, he took charge and became my first Asian top. Even though he was not well endowed, he acquitted himself well and I’ve been addicted to Thai (and other Asian) cock ever since.

 

Note: It didn’t strike me as such until much later, but I witnessed something very unusual in the bar that evening. It was a quiet weekday evening and among the few patrons in the place was a very well dressed older Thai woman. She had a khunying-type hairdo and was bedecked in gold jewelry. The staff were extremely deferential to her as she paid her bill, as was the very handsome boy she left with. Never since have I seen an older Thai lady in a gogo bar as a customer, much less offing a boy.

[CurtisD]

4 hours ago, lotus123 said:

The number I remember was set to Michael Jackson’s Thriller, and involved a number of boys in monkey suits who had a mock-brawl and ended up fucking each other.

This really is a trip down memory lane. I remember seeing that show. 

[vinapu]

1 hour ago, CurtisD said:

This really is a trip down memory lane. I remember seeing that show. 

And so do I , idea must had been borrowed by some other bar as I never visited Barbiery ( too shy to enter on first visit, switched to a massage boys on subsequent one )

[lotus123]

Correction: it was June of 1999, not 1997, therefore almost exactly 20 years ago. Gawd!