Testing their kissing skills

[Tartegogo]

In Brazil one of the main advantages of the saunas is that the boy are willing to show you what they can do in terms of kissing, even in front of everyone, to try and convince you to hire them. I love it because no passionate kissing means a mediocre experience for me.

Can you do that inside a Bangkok bar? Maybe only in some of these bars? 

 

[vinapu]

6 hours ago, Tartegogo said:

In Brazil one of the main advantages of the saunas is that the boy are willing to show you what they can do in terms of kissing, even in front of everyone, to try and convince you to hire them. I love it because no passionate kissing means a mediocre experience for me.

Can you do that inside a Bangkok bar? Maybe only in some of these bars? 

 

don't expect anything passionate in the bar. Since I'm into kissing I always ask guy if he kisses. Often , instead of "yes" or "no" answer they just plant a kiss in the bar. Particularly Tawan guys are not shy at all to do that

[gayinpattaya]

I don't like public displays. 
Thai culture doesn't either. 

I have left bars before because a pensioner was sucking some twinks face off. Better that than fetch up my dinner.

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In all seriousness, when you are with a boy in bar, you are also in a bar with his friends, possibly even his boyfriend or girlfriend. In @Home Bar in Jomtien Complex, a couple of the boys even have their wives there! 

While it's unlikely anyone would say anything, I would keep it respectful and in privacy. If nothing else, the boy you are with will like you a lot more for doing so.   

[BiggusDikkus]

8 hours ago, Tartegogo said:

Can you do that inside a Bangkok bar?

It depends on whether you want an audience, which will definitely be riveted to your impromptu boylesque show. Allow me to reminisce.

It was about 20 years ago, on a Monday night in DJ Station, and unlike any other night of the week, you could actually make your way through the entire club without having to push, squeeze or be turned into a turnstile. It was a thin crowd for DJ Station, and I remember wondering if I had made a mistake in going there. But right after I ordered a shot of tequila, I saw a cute 20-something coming down the stairs with a gaggle of friends. We locked eyes and flashed smiles. He came to me. We talked. We kind of shifted our bodies as though we were actually into the music we were trying to talk over. I quickly grew tired of shouting, figured we were both in DJ Station looking for exactly the same thing so invited him back to my hotel. He feigned a look of shock. I bought it. "I guess he doesn't want to leave his friends this early in the night," I thought, believing I had overplayed my hand. After a couple of beats, he replied with something that took me several seconds to understand: "I don't even know if you're a good kisser yet," he said, batting his eyelashes.

As his friends and the rest of the club looked on, I wrapped my fingers around his head, gently rested my thumbs on his pretty cheeks, pulled his lips to mine and sent my tongue on a mission to win over his. I didn't give him time to catch his breath and he didn't seem to need any because his own tongue was answering every wick of my own.

I can't tell you how long that kiss lasted. Thirty seconds? Five minutes? An entire DJ set? But when we drifted back to reality his friends were gone and I had passed his test.

As you might imagine, back at my hotel he turned out to be a bossy bottom. But before we even got to intercourse, before we even got into the shower, he unzipped my pants and began worshiping my cock with his extraordinarily talented mouth. He brought me to the verge of climax several times before somehow divining how close to erupting I was and deciding to retest my kissing skills, my salty pre-cum residue on his tongue. The next time he made his way back to my raging hard-on, he didn't stop.

I whispered, "If you don't stop that, I'm gonna cum in your mouth." He paused, looked concerned and again skipped a couple beats while measuring his rely: "Can you cum twice?"

"Sure," I answered. "But it'll take a half hour or so -- or about the same time it'll take me to lick my cum off your tongue, then for both of us to shower." He gave me the cutest smile before going back to work, only wrapping his lips around my mushroom head and not much further down, lathering the most sensitive part of my cock with his saliva and sending endorphins throughout my body like I had just done a line of the most potent recreational drug known to mankind. I didn't last much longer, and when I began ejaculating, he began moaning louder than me, deep-throating every one of my 16 centimeters he had brought to throbbing anticipation.

When we got out of the shower, that first ejaculation out of the way, our romp in the bed lasted two hours. He came three times before I came that promised second time in one of the most epic nights of sex in my life.

So, um, yeh, the kissing test in public places works.

In fact, if I'm ever asked in any bar to take someone back to my hotel, I might have to give the same reply. "But I don't even know if you are a good kisser yet."

Edited November 23, 2022 by BiggusDikkus
fix typo

[floridarob]

That was DJ Station....not the same as the MB gogo's/bars....🤔

[BiggusDikkus]

21 minutes ago, floridarob said:

That was DJ Station....not the same as the MB gogo's/bars....🤔

I've also been asked to put on kissing exhibitions in go-go bars, but neither occasion was as memorable as the one described above, though there was some hooting when we came up for air. The hoots plastered a big smile on my partner's face. I thought it was kind of fun.

[ichigo]

I have a regular in dreamboys who is not shy to kiss me in the bar, but then again it's probably because he is a regular. 

[TMax]

I was never into kissing the guys until one hot and very sexy twink in Phuket got me hooked on kissing (my god but he was a good kisser), I would have no objections if a waiter or one of the bar guys came up and wanted to lock lips in the bar (for practice, a dare or even a tip it wouldn't matter). When I'm going with them in either the massage shops or back to the hotel I now make sure to ask them if they kiss (and expect kissing).

[Travellerdave]

I rather enjoy kissing boys in gay bars and “boyfriends” on the gay beach and of course in bed. But I wouldn’t do it, particularly French kissing, if the boy resisted in any way. Definitely not in public in non-gay places - you have to be conscious of your surroundings. I was once sat round the pool at the Zing resort where another farang was kissing and cuddling a boy which was rather unsettling for str couples present there.

[VancBCMan]

@BiggusDikkus,  you would be a great erotic novel writer (if you aren't already)!

[BiggusDikkus]

7 hours ago, VancBCMan said:

@BiggusDikkus,  you would be a great erotic novel writer (if you aren't already)!

Thank you so much for that natural high. You just sent a rush of endorphins up my spine, into my shoulders and down my triceps. They've never reached so far before. They usually stop at the base of my neck, at that ridge really good masseurs know how to hit and how to keep coming back to.

I read a lot of gay romance novels and while doing so often imagine myself authoring one. I do have some material to work with, as you might imagine. Shall I start with the latest? I'm in Pattaya, by the way.

I think I've bitched and moaned on this site about how much I hate Pattaya (except during Songkran). I think I've reminded everybody how filthy Pattaya is, how it's a constant death match between all the diesel exhaust-spewing tourist buses and my lungs, and how its heyday was sometime when I was partying in DJ Station like it was (actually) 1999.

So why did I come back? Because I'm a bit of an addict and can't stand the the thought that while I'm in Bangkok the twink of my dreams — he's super thin, barely 20, maybe a bit effeminate but with ridged abs that don't give way when you rap your knuckles against them — might be be an hour and a half away in Chonburi, half naked, on a stage flashing intoxicating smiles at some other old dude.

And besides, Bangkok has become too expensive, and something happened to DJ Station around 2008: Cute young Thais stopped going there on weeknights, like they're actually taking their futures more seriously.

So knowing there is little excitement in Bangkok until Friday, I have taken a Bolt taxi to Pattaya (thanks much for the tip about this new app, everyone).

Cut to the chase (a full trip report that starts on Friday, Nov. 25, will get it's own thread. Hopefully I can upload some videos of that night). It's now Tuesday night, two nights after I made a go-go bar crawl through Boyz Town only to find … well I felt like I was walking through a dystopian version of Boyz Town. Tonight, Tuesday, is also one night after I headed to Jomtien, ran into an old friend and became dizzy with the reactor's worth of energy and good vibes that the Super Complex now generates. Jomtien has much more on-the-street excitement than Boyz Town ever did.

OK, back from that tangent, tonight's also the night before I head back to Bangkok.

I'm expecting to bar hop. A shot of tequila here, a shot of tequila down the soi, a shot of tequila around the corner and down the way from the sad, boarded up Penthouse Hotel. 

I start in the go-go bar on the same soi as Boyz Boyz Boyz, the first one on the left as you enter the soi from Second Road. I had actually poked my head in this bar on Sunday night. No customers in the seats and no one resembling a twink on stage. Pass.

But this night, my last in Pattaya, isn't going to be about shopping for nonexistent twinks. It's about killing some time, going into a few bars, ordering a drink at each, having one of the guys on stage sit with me and forcing him to have a Google Translate conversation with me by buying him a drink.

So I take my seat and … that twink who doesn't exist is staring at me.

This is when I usually freeze up. But before I left my hotel I promised myself to channel my inner-Eddie. Eddie used to live in Tokyo, too. We kind of knew each other. We also ran into each other in Pattaya and Jomtien on a couple consecutive New Year's vacations. He was in his 60s at the time and had no compunction against approaching anyone who caught his eye. One day on Jomtien he walked up to one of the most darling teenagers you could possibly imagine. Eddie called him “Chicken Boy” because he was going up and down the beach selling chicken. With his mother. Eddie disregarded the parental presence, walked up the the kid (I'm sure he was of legal age) and gave Chicken Boy his deets. The next day on the beach the kid came by with his chicken and mother and couldn't stop smiling at Eddie. “Yeh,” Eddie explained, “he called my hotel. I had the receptionist translate. We arranged for him to come to my room this morning. He has a beautiful cut cock. I couldn't help wrapping my lips around it. He came in my mouth in a few seconds. He had never had sex before. Then he came in my mouth again a couple minutes later.”

This memory going though my head, I immediately ask the twink who really, really does exist to come sit with me. I pay him a bribe of vodka and Coke, and we chat via Google Translate.

Me: What's your name?

Me: Nodding my head as though I understand what he says.

Me: Where are you from?

Barely legal boy with the great smile: Cambodia.

Me: How long have you been in Thailand?

Barely legal boy with the great smile: Two weeks.

By this point both of us have an arm wrapped around the other, and barely legal boy gives a genuine impression that he's enjoying himself. I'm loving it. He has a perfectly chiseled body. Hard lats forming a V from his shoulders to his waist and rock-hard muscles running down either side of his spine. He uses his hand to encourage my hand to further explore his supple skin.

It is at his point I feel the need to ask a stupid question:

Me: Are you gay?

OH MY FUCKING GOD! I CAN'T BELIVE I JUST ASKED THAT! He's so obviously gay!

Barely legal boy with the great smile: No.

What the fuck? He's not gay but he's physically encouraging me to caress his Adonis-like body?

I'm still really happy to be with Barely Legal Boy, though I know nothing can happen between us. I'm a top, and gay-for-pay guys are never bottoms, right? I guess my original plan of quickly hopping from one bar to another is back on. But I still haven't finished my tequila, and and Barely Legal Boy has barely touched his cocktail. So I'm gonna stay right here with my right arm wrapped around a young man who's being extraordinarily kind to me.

So … how do I keep the conversation going and my disappointment from showing?

Is there a small-talk question I haven't gotten out of the way yet? Well, yeh, the obvious one.

Me: How old are you?

Barely legal boy with the great smile: 25.

Me: I was gonna guess 17.

Barely Legal Boy: (Smiles) Thank you, but it's true. You can ask my brother. He's right there. (Points to my left).

I turn and look and my eyes can't believe it. There's an even younger man with a family resemblance but even better looking than Barely Legal Boy. Oh, and he also has a smile that makes me melt.

Me: (How come two nights ago I thought Heaven was a dystopia?) Does your brother also drink vodka and Cokes?

Barely legal boy obviously in cahoots with his younger brother: He does if I tell him to. Shall we call him over?

Me: (Adjusting my crotch in the mistaken belief that I can hide my tremendous hard-on; fail miserably). Um, OK.

Me: Your brother says he's 25. You look like you're 16.

Brother who speaks good English and can converse without the help of a smartphone: No, he's 28, and I'm 26. Do you want to see my passport?

Me: No, if you say your passport says you're 26, I believe you.

Younger, cuter brother: I have a picture of my passport on my smartphone. Look.

I look. Birth year listed as 1996. So what am I going to believe? his government-issued ID or my judgment based on the lack of lines anywhere on his face? I drop the subject as the brothers converse in Khmer. More drinking ensues. It turns out that the 26-year-old — the younger brother — is gay, has been in Pattaya for a year and recently recruited his straight brother.

Yeh, I needed several seconds to allow this to compute, too.

Now both of my arms arms are full.

I never did make it to another Boyz Town bar. The younger brother agreed to return to my hotel with me if I take his older brother home tomorrow night.

It's at this point in our bargaining session that I remember this thread — right here on this forum — and my pre-vacation promise to myself to ask a particular question. So I turn to the straight brother and ask:

Are you a good kisser?

He instantly smiles and pulls my head to his. He's gotten something to prove and doesn't care if his brother and coworkers are spectating. Yep, I'm convinced and try to pull away three times but Older Brother doesn't let me.

Actually, maybe that endorphin rush was the result of the night I just had.

Oh, and I'm also staying in Pattaya one more night.