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Part 1 Hello gentlemen. I just returned from a weeklong trip to Bangkok. It was my first “leisure” trip there, after going to Thailand for work… I decided to finally go for fun on my own. I actually spent a lot of time researching what I wanted to do, and how to go about it. Thank you to the members of this forum especially @GoldMember, @jimmie50, @jamiebee, @RavenFlock and all of the rest of you. All of the advice and suggestions were perfect. This is my first trip report on this forum, so I am going to try to do my best to share the type of information that I think may be helpful for others, just like so many of the trip reports that I read before my trip. I hope you are good with the report. I am a bit of a fancy luxury lover… so I splurged on this trip. Coming from the US West Coast, I booked a trip on Qatar Airways business class in January for my trip in March of 2026. Well we all know how that went. (Thanks a lot 47!) On February 28 (the first day of the war), I contacted my travel agent Amex Travel, and they told me “yeah, no—we don’t yet have any waivers for refunds without a fee for March 22, so sorry”. So, I fired up ChatGPT with my dilemma, and sure enough, ChatGPT monitored the waivers for me… and notified me when I could cancel my Qatar Airways flights for a full refund. In the meantime, I proactively purchased a roundtrip business class ticket on Cathay Pacific through Hong Kong (it was about the same price as the Qatar flights). In the end… I am happy I flew on Cathay. It was extremely pleasant. Hong Kong Airport is a dream to connect—the lounges there are lovely. Arrival in Bangkok was a breeze. Why? Because, I heard all about long immigration lines at BKK—I booked a guided transit host for US$60. This was fantastic. Someone met me at the gate with my name, put me on a golf cart, drove me through the miles of BKK airport, and then passed me off to a guide who walked me through immigration (there was no line—I was the only one there at the fast track VIP immigration booth). Then the guide waited with me at baggage claim and picked up my bags and walked me over to the Grab pickup zone. The whole process from the plane to the curb took less than 25 minutes!! Not kidding, and well worth the $60.00. I arrived at about 11:00AM on a Tuesday. Got in the Grab, and in 45 minutes I was at my hotel, the fancy Park Hyatt Bangkok in Central Embassy, Lumpini. I got upgraded to a fantastic 2 room suite, and it was super fancy. Even though I arrived earlier than checkin time, they prepared my room and had me wait about 30 minutes in the lounge with a nice welcome drink and my room was ready. I have an Indonesian sugar baby “SB” (a fantastic muscle 35 year old, muscle boy, whom I see a few times a year), who I invited to join me from Jakarta later that week. But the first two days I was on my own. From all of my research, and from suggestions from you folks especially @GoldMember (who seems to like my taste in male muscle!), I booked the following directly from his suggestions: 1. S’Sense Massage: Singha 2. History of Massage: Sunji 3. The Residences Saladeang: Kigi 4. Klover: Trol 5. TCS Charoenkrung: Ruj The first night, I visited S’sense. I took a Grab the short 15 minutes from my hotel, and was in Sathon. I had booked Singha about 3 weeks in advance because he was so in-demand. And, Goldmember recommended advance booking. It was easy to book on Line… and no deposit was required. I confirmed the day before. When I arrived, the shop had a lot of people in the lobby. About a dozen therapists in the Sense uniform, along with a few customers waiting for their session. Most of the customers were Chinese tourists (in their 30s and 40s). I was asked to be seated on the couch and a cute young therapist sat down with me to help me select the massage oil scent I wanted, and to fill out the short massage form. I paid the massage fee of 1450 THB for a two hour hot oil massage in cash. My shoes were removed and slippers provided. I was then escorted to a second story room to wait on a recliner chair in a calm waiting area with another customer, until Singha, my therapist arrived to greet me. Singha then escorted me up a few flights of stairs to our private massage room. The room had a small shower stall, but no toilet. The room was basic but generally clean. Singha then discussed with me how the massage would work, what pressure would I like, etc. I took a shower, and then laid on the table naked. No sheet or cover was provided. There was a face hole and pillow. Singha is one of the most popular therapists for a reason. First of all, he is fantastically beautiful. He is just my type: super muscular physique (bodybuilder quality), pretty smooth, only one tattoo, a fantastic smile, and speaks excellent English/is very chatty. He is also an excellent massage therapist for the actual massage. His touch is pretty damn strong, and he really worked me out massage-wise. Very early in the massage, Singha asked me if I wanted the whole Body to Body experience. He quoted me the rate of 900 THB, and I happily agreed. Singha got naked about 30-40 minutes into my 2 hour massage, and gave me the B2B experience… which was amazing. He got up on top of the table and used his whole body on top of mine to massage and rub me every which way. He was completely hard, and he used his cock to fuck my crack, my legs, etc. He flipped me over and gave me oral. At my request, he also let me worship his muscled physique—he was a master at flexing. He erotically, used his flexed biceps to massage my hard cock, and also sat on top of me flexing while fucking my oiled thighs. I was not interested in full anal, and it was not brought up… but if I would have brought it up, I know Singha would have been open to negotiating a higher tip. We both came at almost the same time and Singha cleaned me up. He then continued the massage for another 30-40 minutes, including a great head and shoulders massage. I then took a shower, while Singha excused himself to take a shower as well. I thanked him and provided him with a 1000 THB tip which he was happy about. He asked for my Line to stay in touch, and I shared it with him. After the massage, he hugged and kissed me, and then he walked me to the lobby where he served me tea and provided me with a cookie. While I was enjoying my tea, several Spanish speaking women were escorted from the massage areas to the lobby to receive their tea and cookies… so it seems that this place is popular with not only men, but women too. I was asked by Singha if I would use my phone to grab a QR code and provide a Google review, which I was happy to do, since I was deeply appreciative of this first visit to a BKK gay massage place and Singha. I would definitely rate this one a 10/10. I headed back to the fancy Central Embassy mall where my hotel is located, and enjoyed an Thai dinner at the mall’s food court, which was delicious. Ill post more about the rest of my visit in other posts.

Back from Songkran and, honestly, still slightly dazed. If you’ve done Bangkok before, you think you know what’s coming. You don’t. This year felt… bigger. Denser. As if the city inhaled and then forgot to exhale. Silom, in particular, tipped over into something close to myth. One day had to be shut down entirely because the crowds simply became unmanageable. Not “busy”, not “packed”, properly overrun. Water, bodies, music, whistles, foam, heat. It stopped being a street and became a current you were carried along in. And the boys. OMG. Silom was thick with gleaming circuit party types, bronzed, oiled, and very aware of it. The sort of crowd that makes you stand up a little straighter, or at least consider doing a push-up later. Everywhere you looked: mesh tops, tiny shorts, water guns held like accessories rather than weapons. It felt curated, but not artificial. More like everyone had quietly agreed to bring their best game. Queues into the mainstays were, predictably, biblical. DJ Station and GOD had lines snaking well into the street, damp, impatient, but oddly cheerful. No one really minded. That’s part of the ritual. You queue, you flirt, you get splashed by strangers, you make temporary alliances. By the time you get inside, you already feel like you’ve been out all night. What’s changed, and what surprised me, is how much the scene has expanded. There are new venues now, not covered by the trip reports on this forum. Here are a few: Cake (bear bar) CAKE is one of those places you don’t quite notice at first… and then suddenly realise you’ve spent half the night there. Positioned as a bear bar, it fills a gap Silom didn’t quite have before. Not in the old-school, slightly tired sense, but in a way that feels deliberately warmer, more social, and a bit less performative than the usual circuit-heavy scene outside. Inside, the set-up is fairly straightforward. Compact, a bit dark, music at a level where you can still talk without shouting. The lighting is forgiving in the best possible way. It invites you in rather than putting you on display. You order a drink, you linger, you end up talking to someone. The crowd is exactly what you’d hope for: Bears, cubs, and plenty of admirers A fair number of 30s and 40s guys who look like they’ve outgrown the need to impress. Some younger visitors drifting in, curious, often staying longer than they planned. A sprinkling of circuit boys who, after a few nights of posing, seem quietly relieved to relax a bit. There’s a noticeable shift in tone compared to the rest of Silom. Less peacocking. More eye contact. People actually introduce themselves. Conversations last longer than one drink. It feels… human. During Songkran, CAKE leaned into its identity rather than competing with the madness outside. The pool party on the 13th of April was, by all accounts, exactly what you’d imagine and then a bit better. Not polished, not overly curated. Just a proper gathering. Think bodies of all shapes in the water, laughter cutting through the music, beers in hand, someone dancing a bit too enthusiastically, someone else cheering them on. Less about spectacle, more about participation. You could feel the contrast with the main Silom strip. Outside: hyper-toned, high-gloss, slightly intimidating. Inside CAKE: softer edges, easier smiles, a bit of mischief, a bit of flirtation that doesn’t take itself too seriously. It’s also one of the few places where you see generations mixing without tension. A guy in his early 30s chatting comfortably with someone in his late 40s. No hierarchy. No obvious social sorting. Just people… being there. Boy Camp This one deserves a proper mention because it signals where Silom is heading, not where it’s been. Boy Camp sits right in the middle of the action on Soi 2, but it doesn’t feel like a legacy venue. It feels new. Slightly more curated. Slightly more aware of itself. And very much built for the current generation of Asian gay nightlife. Physically, it’s a multi-level party bar with a compact but high-energy layout. Think three floors stacked vertically, each getting progressively more intense as you go up. Downstairs is more social, transitional space. Middle level starts to pulse. Upstairs is where it tips into full party mode. Music leans heavily into K-pop, Asian pop, and circuit-adjacent beats, which gives it a distinct flavour compared to the more Western-heavy playlists at DJ Station. The crowd reflects that shift. You get a lot of: Younger Asian guys, particularly Thai, Korean, Taiwanese Well-groomed, fashion-aware, slightly softer aesthetic than the classic circuit muscle crowd Groups of friends rather than lone cruisers A noticeable social-media polish… but still playful, not overly cold There’s a kind of “idol energy” to the place. Not intimidating, but very visually tuned. People here know how they look under lighting. What’s interesting is that Boy Camp isn’t primarily about cruising or even heavy drinking. It’s about energy, movement, and group dynamics. People dance in clusters. They flirt in waves rather than one-on-one. There’s a sense of collective rhythm rather than individual hunting. Compared to older Silom venues: Less chaotic than GOD Less chaotic but more curated than DJ Station Less transactional than the go-go style places historically tied to the Patpong area During Songkran, it becomes something else entirely. The street spills into the venue and the venue spills back into the street. You get soaked boys coming in, drying off, then going straight back out again. Water guns abandoned at the entrance. Shirts half-buttoned or gone entirely. The lighting hits wet skin in a way that feels almost staged. And because the crowd skews slightly younger and more Asian, the aesthetic shifts from “circuit brute” to something more sleek, agile, almost choreographed. Less about size, more about lines. Less about dominance, more about presence. If DJ Station is the institution and GOD is the pressure cooker, then Boy Camp is the new language Silom is learning. And judging by the queues forming outside it this Songkran, it’s a language people are very keen to speak. By the end of it, Silom felt less like a party and more like an event that briefly took over the city, something between a festival and a fever dream. Would I do it again? Absolutely.

My experience, as a holiday visitor for the last twenty years, is that yes they can be faithful; the older they are, the more likely that they can be, but let me immediately qualify that, by asking 'who are we expecting him to be faithful to?' Most young Thai boys shag like rabbits with other young Thai boys on a daily basis; they can have current Thai boyfriends but they rarely seem particularly enduring relationships. But as for us older farang boyfriends living abroad?, well that's a whole different matter. I currently have two 'boyfriends', one Laos, one Thai (who each know about the other). My Laos boyfriend I have known for about ten years now, we video-call every day, and we meet-up whenever I return to Pattaya, but we haven't had sex together for several years; he is much more of a companion now. He now talks quite candidly to me about his other three farang boyfriends; and I am aware that each of us supports him a little bit. He has just about abandoned his bar-boy job in boyztown now, and focusses instead on keeping all four of us happy by daily contact. He is over 30 now and his own sex-drive has dwindled; when he does feel horny he finds another Thai boy who will come and suck his cock, or occasionally fuck him - and he pays them to do so (500 baht manybe). But his English is just about conversational now and he is my daily contact with Pattaya, and when I am in town he is my friend and companion. My Thai boyfriend is the 'boom boom' boyfriend that I have known about six years now. In his late 20s, he is still a horny little bugger and constantly shagging other Thai boys (top or bottom) on an almost daily basis, either individually or at small alcohol fuelled 'parties'. He likes me and happily stays with me on holiday, but I know he drools over other Thai boys (not me! haha) as we are forever chatting about who he has seen that he likes. He is into threesomes with me, and effectively he uses me as an excuse to have sex with the other boys we meet in the bars that we both choose as our third (or occasionally fourth 🤣). I also use him for threesomes in that there are bar boys who will come to my room because they know that they will be having sex with him (as well as me). I fully accept that neither boy will end up pushing my wheelchair here in England in years to come; neither wants to come and live with me in England; they are both entirely happy living where they are, and why not? In Thailand they have their families, their friends, their culture, language and foods. So neither are really my boyfriends in the sense that we might traditionally understand; I am essentially a favoured customer, a status I pay for in one way or another. Of course, if I was an exPat living in Pattaya, available to see them 24/7, then my 'relationship' with either might be entirely different.

Part 5 of 5 (I promise no more from this trip after this one) The last day of my massage tour of Bangkok was the final day SB was going to be with me. He and I enjoyed goodbye sex at the hotel in the morning before breakfast, headed to the pool and enjoyed a nice morning together. SB left at 11AM for the airport to catch his flight back to Jakarta. I will see him again in a few months in Singapore, which is where he usually spends his time with his regulars and some RentMen clients. I had a leisurely afternoon, and then I headed toward the riverside for a stroll and to check out Asiatique. It was a fun diversion, and being that it was Saturday, there were a lot of local Thai families here. Very very few foreign tourists that I saw. Because it was late March during the hottest time of the day, I mostly roamed the “Warehouses” of shops and restaurants. I visited the Jurassic Park attraction, and the Mystery Mansion dark ride (AC thank you) and the Tall Ship. All were fun places to visit. After that, I walked from Asiatique to TCS Charoenkrung, which is only a few blocks away. I had booked my final gay massage with Ruj, a very in-demand therapist again—suggested by members of this forum. I booked Ruj about 3 weeks in advance. They did not require any deposit in advance. I found TCS on Soi 80 Charoen Krung. Its right on the corner of the main road that goes to Asiatique. TCS is in a large multistory green and red commercial building and it is not well marked. There is a small sign only in Thai above the main door. It seems as if TCS may occupy most of this multistory building. The lobby is huge and there is a reception desk inside. They greeted me, they were expecting me and requested me to pay in cash the 1690 THB fee, which I paid in cash. They offered me tea and a cold towel and I waited for Ruj. I saw no other customers the entire time I was at TCS on this Saturday at 3:45PM. I was early, by about 15 minutes, and Ruj greeted me well before my appointment. Ruj took me to the elevator and while going up in the elevator, he showed me his phone with the translator app… indicating that he did not speak any English. I knew from @GoldMember that this was the case, and by now… know many of the therapists don’t speak English, I have a lot of saved phrases on my Google translate that are easy for me to tap. (“Thank you—no problem, we can use the translator app”, “You are a beautiful man, I cannot wait for you to touch me”, “Please use medium pressure, and especially on my glutes”, “I would love to be able to touch and worship your physique, and I would love for a full body2body massage please”). After taking me up to the room, I was wowed on how different this room was from the others I visited that week. This was a very large hotel room style room. Instead of a bed, it had the massage table, There was a separate dressing area with a large tiled shower, a separate toilet, and an open closet with a robe. The weird thing was that there was a large plate glass window that separated the bathroom area to the main massage room. In the massage room, there was a lovely seating area with two club chairs and side table beside a window, the curtains were drawn to keep it cool and dark. I was asked to take a shower, and Ruj left to get supplies. After that, I jumped onto the table, which had a face hole and pad, and pulled over the towel over my lower body. Ruj came back with a rolling cart filled with the supplies. The massage started and again, this was a basic, “mid” massage. Not at all great. Not even satisfactory. But, again, don’t come here for a great massage… it was all about Ruj. About 1 hour of lame massaging, Ruj asked me to flip over, and immediately was into the sensual. I never said anything and neither did he… it just happened. Similar to other situations, he pulled up his shirt and pulled down his pants to flash me his abs and his sexy briefs, looked for me to smile and he smiled back. After that—no language was needed. Ruj knew that I loved his lean muscled physique, and started to pose and flex for me… he pulled his sexy briefs down to display his cock… got it hard, and let me play with it while he bent over and gave me oral. He got up on the table and straddled me naked and flipped into a 69 position on top of me letting each of us suck each other. I motioned if he could add some oil to this equation, and he instinctively knew what to do and what I wanted. We then had a great B2B experience, he fucked my oiled up thighs, kissing and caressing me all over. As a muscle-lover, I did the same to him and asked him if I could flip over and lie on top of him. We did this and made out. I came first and then he asked if he could come on my face… which I happily obliged. After that—we both took a shower together in the extra-large shower. He towelled me off, and we dressed. He left and I waited in one of the chairs in the room and he came back and served me tea and cookies while he watched me. I used google translate to chat a bit about him and his life, he asked me a lot about where I was from (I am from California, so he asked me about the wildfires in January of 2025, wanted to know more about the Thai community in Los Angeles and the local Thai Town neighborhood, etc.). He was adorable and super sexy. I gave him a 3000 THB tip, even though this was never discussed. I have to admit… the less transactional type of “extras” was more pleasant than the pausing after the flip over, having them discuss it with you, give you a menu with prices, and then deciding. I knew what to expect because of other members on this forum gave a similar experience… but I really liked the way this worked with Ruj. It felt more organic and natural. Its probably because when there is a language issue—they feel more comfortable just going with the flow and using eye contact, and signals to get the go-ahead or not. I would give TCS Spa a 10 for the facilities—clean, comfortable, luxurious, and spacious. I would give Ruj a 10 for his body, physique, demanor, style, and sexual services. Overall 7/10 for the experience (basically lower marks for the actual massage, all points for Ruj and the facility). I loved TCS Spa, and Ill definitely go here again, and see Ruj again. I headed back to my hotel a very happy first time gay massage explorer in Bangkok for a great week. I am planning my next visit for September… and now will have a plan to do more, see some of the same men, visit new spas, etc. I love the concept of these massage places—I love to shop for my therapist in advance, show up, and get mostly what I expect. Next time I may try some of the other places that are the walk-in and select places (like Senso, Arena, Prince, etc.). I also may want to do the places that have the big bathtub where the therapist bathes you (TCS does this). It was really fun, and enjoyable. I traveled back to the US west coast the next day. I woke up an early morning notification from my airline letting me know that my flight was going to be delayed that evening by almost 2 hours. That would cut my connection time to my onward longhaul flight to only 35 minutes. So, I called my travel agent and they couldn’t help me get on an earlier flight to HKG since the airline would not allow me to downgrade from Business class to economy class on the short connecting flight to HKG. So, I packed my bags and went to the airport early. I used Chat GPT to help me with my dilemma and it provided me with some specific scripts. I walked up to a very handsome Cathay representative at the business class check in, explained my issue, and he immediately got to work to help me get an earlier flight. He found business class on Thai Airways, and immediately booked me on that flight, had someone walk me over to Thai Airways, and escorted me through fast track passport control and security. I was in the Thai Royal Orchid lounge in no time (it’s a super tacky lounge by the way… sorry Thai). But, the flight to HKG was lovely, and I really like the Thai Airways service, food, and staff. I got to HKG and had 5 hours to kill. They have some great lounges, including one with private sleeping areas, which I used. I caught my flight on time, and so did my bags. I was in the US 13 hours later. I love my trip, and I cannot wait to come back to the LOS again. Thank you to this forum for making this trip fantastic. Even though I have met you, I really liked all of the help and support. I hope my trip reports were satisfactory and help others like me.

Today is my last day in Japan. I had a great trip. Lots of adventures and lots of fun with the boys. I wanted to share some random tips for anyone coming for a visit. Each time I come here I love it more and I definitely will be back. Suica Card - this is a lifesaver. If you have an iPhone, you have Suica on your phone already under transit cards in your Apple Wallet. There are others, but I use Suica and can recommend it. Just add it to your Apple Wallet and then you can link it to a credit or debit card. Add cash and use it for trains (just tap in and tap out), convenience stores and many other things. It will save you standing in lines at ticket machines and trying to figure out fares. You can add any amount of money to it up to 10,000 yen total. I highly recommend it. Chichibu - one of my favorite places outside of Tokyo. I discovered it because I saw this train - LaView and wanted to ride it. It went to Chichibu. I didn’t know what Chichibu was, but absolutely fell in love with it. The train is absolutely beautiful. Designed by an architect with floor to ceiling windows it whisks you out of Tokyo into the mountains of Saitama prefecture in 80 minutes for about $10 one way (1600 yen). When you get to Chichibu, you can visit a few temples, Chichibu Shrine and then spend a few hours at a beautiful onsen/sento next to the station. I went twice on this trip and stayed overnight the second time. I sat in an outdoor bath in the onsen with cherry blossom snow falling on me. It was absolutely gorgeous. The Sakura Tram - speaking of cherry blossoms, there is this cute little street car that chugs along the backroads of Tokyo through small neighborhoods that is absolutely delightful. It was busy on this trip because of the name and the time of year - yes, it was cherry blossom season and Tokyo was packed. Last summer when I was here, the tram was less crowded on weekdays, used mostly by locals, and more crowded on weekends. One of my favorite stops is Koshinzuka. On the platform of the station is an old sweet shop called Ippukutei. It’s run by a mother and her son. They play US country music and you can sit and watch the tram come and go. They serve simple Japanese sweets and yaki soba with green tea or coffee. I sat there for an hour one day and had the whole place to myself. It is a really special place and I hope the influencers don’t discover it and ruin it. From there, you can walk to Jizo Dori, another very special place. It’s called “Harajuku for Seniors” and is basically and old shopping street that grew up around a temple. The temple - Kogan-ji - is believed to house a deity that removes physical suffering or illness. There is a Kannon statue that people wash. They pour water over the part of the statue that corresponds to the body part that they want healed. It’s a very active temple and it has a deeply spiritual feeling - unlike the carnival atmosphere at some of the more touristy places like Asakusa (I would definitely skip Asakusa and go to Kogan-ji instead if I had limited time). Jizo Dori is also just fun to walk down and browse. There are lots of traditioanl sweet shops, restaurants and a shop that sells red underwear, which is supposed to be good luck (for longevity). You can also reach Jizo Dori from Sugamo Station on the Yamanote Line, or hop on the Yamanote when you’re done wandering. You can get a day pass from the conductor on the Sakura Tram and hop on and off at different stations - the three I have visited are - Kishibojim-mae - a beautiful old temple dedicated to children and childbirth, Koshinzuka (above) - sweet shop and Jizo Dori, and Oji Eki Mae - a beautiful park that you can reach by taking this cute little bubble monorail up the hill. Taking the Sakura Tram is one of the best days of sightseeing I ever spent in Tokyo - you get to see the real Tokyo away from the crowds. A lot has been written about the sauna and gay venues, so I’ll just leave it at this for now. Feel free to PM me if you want more information.

GASS GASS is very much a late-night venue. You don’t really start your evening here, you end up here, usually after Silom has already worked you over a bit. Tucked into a more intimate space, above white rabbit bar, it feels immediately different from the larger, more chaotic clubs. Lower ceilings, tighter floor, bodies closer together. There’s a sense that the night has narrowed its focus. Less wandering, more intention. The crowd skews 20s to 30s, well put together, slightly sharper than average. Not necessarily the biggest bodies, but definitely curated, good hair, good outfits, people who’ve chosen where they are and why. There’s a quiet confidence to it. What sets GASS apart is the presence of specially invited go-go dancers. These aren’t freelancers circulating the room. They’re part of the venue’s identity, in the corners, in the light, part of the choreography of the space. You watch them, they perform, but there’s a clear line. It keeps the atmosphere focused, almost theatrical at moments, without tipping into anything transactional. Crowds are invited to participate and touch. Music leans deeper into late-night territory. Less pop, more rhythm. Something you feel in your chest rather than sing along to. The kind of sound that makes conversations shorter and eye contact longer. And that’s really the point of GASS. It’s not sprawling. It doesn’t try to be everything. It compresses the night into something more intense but still fun. You dance closer. You notice more. You stay longer than you planned.

Landed last night from India. I’ll do an India post when I get home, covering the 4 cities there. Flew via Singapore Airlines and Thai Airways, both in business class. Could’ve stayed all SQ and arrived 2.5 hours earlier, but I’m leaning more toward Thai these days. The staff just feel warmer, more natural, and the catering actually has flavor. SQ has gotten Meh. Not bad, just boring. Thai’s seats and interiors are definitely showing their age (aren't we all) but I’ll take better service, better food, and Thai culture any day👍 Arrived BKK 5 minutes early, Gate C8… and yeah, the walk. Just kept going. And going. And going. By the time I got to immigration, I was bracing for the usual mess, especially with the changes to priority lanes, no Business class… and then: Empty. Not “a few people.” Empty.😳 In 27 years of coming here, I have never seen that. I had the immigration lady laughing so hard because neither of us could believe it. Wanted to take a photo just to prove it existed, but yeah… those “no photos” signs are everywhere, didn't want to ruin a good thing 😉 Hit the ATM, asked the guy to break some 1000 notes into smaller bills, he says he can only do one. I said, no no, it’s fine… you can do two. He did two.... Jedi mind tricks 😝 Luggage was out in about 30 minutes from door open to belt, thought it would be faster. The driver from Mike Taxi was waiting at Door 3 with my name. The walk from Exit B to Door 3 was another weird one… barely anyone around. Everything just felt weird/different. About 1.5 hours later, pulled into Pattaya and you could already see it: slow. Really slow. This was midnight on a Saturday and it looked like a Tuesday afternoon during low season. Checked into the Venue Hotel, unpacked, got myself together, and headed to Cocka 2. Opened a bottle, had a few drinks… but Bars closing early, low energy, barely any customers. Definitely quiet season right now. One of my regular “backup” guys hit me up on Grindr almost immediately. Said he’d be up until 4am, had zero customers all day, and hadn’t cum either… so he was motivated and horny, a good combination 🍆 (that means he was horny, not he has a big one, lol) And really, sometimes Plan B is the better plan anyway. There’s something to be said for familiarity. No explaining, no training session, he already knows what buttons to push...👉 Then I get a message from a guy I know from Soi 4 in BKK. Lost his job, needed help moving rooms. I told him, I don’t move furniture, not even for my best friends 😝. I knew what he was looking for $$$ But here’s the thing… I’ve known him for years. Never once asked me for anything. Actually he's gone out of his way for me plenty of times. We follow each other on social media, keep in touch. I was the one who reached out first to check on him after I saw his post about losing his job... He asked for 2000 baht. I told him the real proof I like him isn’t the money… it’s me going out in daylight, at the ungodly hour of 12pm, to a 7/11 to deposit it 🥺 Yes, I went outside at noon... I'll have to document this somewhere.... While I was out in that unnatural daylight, figured I’d try Sophia’s across from Dick’s. 100 baht for chicken basil with two fried eggs. Really good, and way better than Dick’s, by a mile.... And yes, that’s about 1.6 km for the non-Americans. Day 1. Slow city, empty airport, Plan B still reliable, and apparently I’m now the guy giving money and flying people between countries. Getting older… and clearly not getting smarter.... can't even follow my own advice, maybe I'll become a Top again 😳 Anyone in Pattaya who wants to meet me or avoid me , I’m heading to Bangkok Thursday. Bringing someone I met in Bali for a few days, WTF? What could possibly go wrong.... 🤷‍♂️ I’ll get to that Bali post eventually 🤞

Yes, a ransom ware attack. The site was restored to a previous version and all is well. Thanks for your patience.

Hi I just returned from a nine-day Hurghada trip. Unfortunately, I can't top Connor's stories or compete with White mouse's experiences. To both, thanks for the insight. In terms of accommodation, I followed Connor's advice and stayed in a private apartment in a local area close to a lively street called Thalateen. That street is super cruisy, both in the mornings and evenings. When having Egyptian breakfast, two guys started talking to me asking the endless same intro questions (Where are you staying? Alone? Married?). They weren't handsome enough to take them home. Both in their early twenties, slim bodies, certain teeth missing, ... At night, the street get's filled with guys enjoying sisha and drinking mint tea. A waiter gave me his phone number and asked to meet after his shift. He eventually texted me at 3 am, which I only realised in the morning. As he would have been a potential candidate, I replied his text the next day, yet my texts remained unanswered. The whole of Hurghada seems to consist of horny Egyptians looking for some extra cash. The majority of InDrive drivers I spoke with told me they are not originally from there, yet maintain families in Cairo and work a couple of months with tourists to earn as much as cash as possible. Almost always, the conversation ended with proposals to meet for a massage with sex at my flat. Out of the 26 taxi's I took - the app keeps a record - I had this conversation 23 times. In three occasions I couldn't bother as the drivers were wearing gallabeyas. I took drivers upstairs for beer and hashish on two occasions. The sex was ok, yet the conversations were also interesting. As I speak Egyptian Arabic quite well, it has given me more insight into their lives and needs. Surprisingly - doesn't happen a lot - one guy also wanted to kiss. Both came pretty fast. Their bodies were like mine, average, yet their faces were funny, curious and full of life. I rather don't pay for sex, so tipped them extra in the taxi. I went twice for a massage at the spa Connor had recommended. I arrived after 7 pm (they seem to close at 9.30 pm) and had two different massage therapists on both evenings. The massage were decent (1700 LE) and relaxing in both occasions, when reaching my upper back to be massaged, they paced their hard cocks into my hand palms. The penises were good sizes, super hard and often would appear out of their pants. As the doors could be opened immediately, I didn't feel the need to be fucked. One therapist - on the first occasion - asked if he could fuck me on the table. I refused and he respected that. He really wasn't me type. The second was 24 years old, super masculine and arrogant-looking cocky. I asked him to fuck me. He changed the massage table closer to the wall, barricaded the door, sat on my upper legs and gently entered. His strength and masculinity turned me on massively. It was a great fuck. He cleaned me afterwards. I was lucky to have a friend for visit from Cairo, whom I met when I was living there in 2016. We then met on an unofficial gay party and we stayed in contact all over the years. Meanwhile, he is married with a four-year old daughter. The two things I like about him: his sweet and caring character (no money involved) and his buff, broad and muscled master body. He's the Arabic type that doesn't have to take any supplements in order to look as hot as hell. It's impossible to meet him without feeling like a rabbit, albeit never having the feeling our 'relationship' is about sex. Call me stupid, in denial or naive, but he is most likely the closest to a deep friendship I ever have become. He stayed with me for three days and we got swimming, snorkelling and eating out. With him, I have better sex than with my husband in Europe. We slept in the same bed and would regularly wake up to fuck each other. As Hurghada in terms of city is boring, especially when my friend left, and the surroundings are not that spectacular either, I took a GoBus to Luxor for three nights. Over there, I stayed at the Iberotel. It rained the first day, which is highly unusual. I took the chance to re-visit the Karnak and Luxor Temple. The amount of tourists has sharply risen since 8 years ago. Luxor is annoying. Sex is everywhere to be on offer. The guy at the hotel bar came to my room twice to check if everything was ok (room service). He didn't turn me on at all. Nothing happened. Many horse carriage drivers seem to be willing to take you around and more. Many looked like they hadn't showered in a week. Two taxi drivers wanted to take me to their private apartments. No, thanks. One of the shop owners at Karnak took me inside his perfume shop and when spraying a smell I actually liked (an exception in Egyptian oil and perfume shops), he surprisingly stood suddenly behind me smelling my neck pressing his hard cock against by ass. Having a tea at night at the felucca boulevard, I got approached by a man who wanted me to show his boat (again...). To be fair, almost nothing happened - I just flirted - as I was still with my Cairo friend on my mind and stomach. I don't think I will be returning to Hurghada. I prefer Sharm El Sheikh more. It is more diverse, less family oriented, it has a nicer shopping area and the surroundings (desert, Bedoiun culture, Ras Mohamed, Dahab, Taba) are more interesting and more beautiful. In terms of guys, Hurghada has pleasure around every corner. Like everywhere in Egypt. Next destination: Cairo, Siwa oasis, Marsa Matrough and Alexandria... Next year!

Part 3 After a nice morning of wake up sex with a lot of muscleworship scenarios including posing oil! SB and I went down to the fancy breakfast at La Marina in the Park Hyatt Bangkok. I loved the iced coconut iced long black coffee there! We decided to go visit the MBK Center to buy some replica luggage. We took the BTS to National Stadium and walked directly into the MBK Center—a fantastic mall filled with a lot of crap, and some small pockets of hidden values. They also have a really good and cheap food court. After wandering the stalls, we found what we were looking for, a luggage shop where we could whisper to the shop owner, that I wanted to buy replica Rimowa luggage from the Rimowa “molds”. After chatting up the guy and his wife, he took us to a back room to show us the ill-gotten gains I was seeking. Yep, they looked and felt just like Rimowa polycarbonate essential product line (the pricing for real Rimowa is about US$1225 for the L check in bag, $1125 for the M check in bag, and $975 for the cabin bag. I bought an entire set of all three, PLUS, I got the trunk bag which is usually $1550. All together, with the help of my Indonesian SB, who is a master negotiator, we got the entire set for 10000 THB (about US$300). Since these replicas have replica Rimowa markings on them, I was nervous about sending them back through shipping, etc. So I decided to check these bags back as checked luggage on my flight back. (in the end, there was no problem, at the airport in BKK or upon my arrival in the US). I was happy for this experience. After lunch, SB went to the Park Hyatt gym for his workout, and I got in a grab and went to the Residences Saladeang for my massage appointment. The Residences is one of the fanciest places I went. It is in a very nice office building with a security officer. You tell the officer you are there for the Residences, and he will send you to the elevator to take to the Residences. Upon entering the lobby of the Residences, you are greeted by very friendly receptionists, who checked me in and offered me cold tea and a cold towel. While waiting for my therapist, I noticed a few customers coming in and out, as this facility also has a café and a sauna available for customers and what seems to be members who can come in and out. I reserved Kigi about 10 days in advance, as he is in high-demand. I reserved a 90 minute aromatherapy hot oil massage. Kigi (pronounced “Kai-GEE”) was probably the most physically beautiful man I met in Thailand last week. As some on this forum have said, he has the face of a boy, and the body of a man. He looks like a Thai BL TV star. In his Residences uniform, which was a black polo and those really sexy wide leg pants that highlight his tight waist and ass, he greeted me and took me into the room. The room at the residences is large, but only has a shower stall, no private toilet. Kigi does not speak English except for a few words. I used the translator app to describe what I was looking for in the pressure, etc. He barely responded. I showered, and then climbed onto the table which had a face hole and a sheer sheet to cover up. Kigi came back in the room and started the massage. The massage was basic, and not great. I could tell however, that both Kigi and Sunji may have been trained on a similar technique (Sunji was a better therapist), and as I understand, the Residences and History of Massages (as well as Klover), are owned and operated by the same owner. About an hour into the massage, I was asked to flip over… but I told Kigi that I needed to use the toilet… he motioned to the shower in the room and told me to just go into the shower and pee. I guess this was okay (as there was no robe in the room to use to go to the restroom down the hall), but I felt as if it was a bit un-luxurious for such as supposed luxurious place. After showering off again, Kigi towell-dried me and then I jumped back onto the table. It was then when we moved to the extras… Kigi did not discuss extras proactively, but I did—and I told him that I was interested in exploring his muscled physique and having a great HE. He smiled and indicated he understood. No mention of tips was discussed. He took off his shirt, and WOW, he had a sleeper physique. If you saw him on the street, you wouldn’t know that this man was a competitive bodybuilder. He was incredibly beautiful. And, he loved to show off… that model-like face was beaming with smiles as he flexed and allowed me to fully worship his body. He periodically leaned down to caress and kiss me all over. He took off his pants and showed off a super sexy thong he was wearing and teased me with pulling it down. He has a nice super-sized cock for a man that looks so young… but wow. He got hard and stroked for me. Giving me a nice HJ while smiling and looking deep into my eyes speaking in Thai really got me. After I finished, he laughed with delight, and cleaned me up. He told me via the translator that we had 15 minute left on our time, and was there anything else he could massage for me. I asked for a head and neck massage. He did this rather poorly—not a great massager, but during this time, we attempted to speak in English. I learned that he has been a competitive bodybuilder for several years, worked as a full time personal trainer, and only part time (a few days a week or a few hours per day) at The Residences. I mentioned that I went to History the day before, and he smiled and explained that yes, they are the same owner. We spoke about his diet (no rice, no noodles, lots of eggs, fish, chicken, and some vegetables). I gave Kigi a 2000 THB tip which seemed to be very exciting to him. He hugged me, and then served me hot tea and cookies in the room. Overall… Kigi is an amazing specimen of man. He is not the greatest massage therapist.. but who cares? I rate Kigi a 6/10 with 100% of the rating going to his physical stature and his demeanor. If you want to have one of the most beautiful men in Thailand get naked with you—this is the place. I headed back to the hotel, and SB and I had a nice evening—we wandered over to a quiet lounge in Central Embassy for a quick bite. We went back to the hotel and SB initiated making out and sex—but I had already cum with Kigi just a few hours earlier… so I didn’t come. This made SB a bit annoyed and jealous of my visiting so many gay massage places?!? The next day I told him that I would take him to Klover with me for a massage—I had already booked in advance at Klover for myself with a popular therapist, but I messaged Klover and asked if I could add an additional booking for a body scrub and massage combo which SB said he would be interested in. I did this, and SB told me he would go “for me”, but he was nervous about it since he has never had a gay massage before (hahahaha). Anyway… more to come on how that went in my next post.

Cute young waiter at Sarica whom I remembered from my trip in January was working. Outside seating was full so forum member and I sat inside where cute waiter was stationed. Forum member agreed with me that he was cute! After dinner, we headed to Freshboys. I wanted to off Abs Guy (whom I met at Foodland supermarket last night). I did not enter Freshboys. I was at door and told waiter Abs Guy's bar number. Waiter went in and out came mamasan. "Sorry, customer take your boy. 5 minutes ago." What! "Boy inside. Customer want see show first." Mamasan then went inside bar and brought Abs Guy (who had already got changed into his T-shirt and jeans) out to speak to me directly. Abs Guy said sorry he can't go off with me tonight. We exchanged Line contacts and arrange to meet tomorrow. I said goodbye to Abs Guy and I also thanked mamasan while slipping her a 100 baht tip.

Part 2 The next day, I was free until late that evening when SB (my Indo sugar baby muscle boy) was to arrive from Jakarta. I used the day time to enjoy the super posh Park Hyatt pool deck on the 9th floor, which is stunning. The deck has a saltwater infiniti pool and terraced sunbed areas. Great personalized service at the pool, which is also connected to the breakfast restaurant, La Marina, which is excellent. The breakfast was included in my rate, and it had a nice buffet of hot and cold items, but you could also order off the menu. They had western and Thai items. One of the items that I really enjoyed was a “Mango sticky rice French toast”. Wow… yes, its really a fusion of western and Thai, but it worked—delicious. The barista made coffee here is amazing. I really enjoyed the Coconut Long Black iced coffee. After my morning breakfast and time at the pool… it was time to go get some sexy massage time. This time, I booked at History of Massage. History of Massage was really close to my hotel, so I decided to take the BTS Skytrain directly from my hotel (BTS Phloen Chit) there. History is located very close walking distance from BTS National Stadium station. I wanted to buy a stored value Rabbit card to be able to access public transit easily. I tried to buy my Rabbit card at Phloen Chit BTS station, but apparently, I have a newer US Passport, that has more modern technology than older versions. Not all BTS stations can actually read these passports I was told. They nicely checked, and the National Stadium BTS station did have the special readers, so I bought a regular ticket, and went to National Stadium station, and I bought a Rabbit card and added 600 THB to the card so I would be able to use it a lot. You have to make sure you bring your physical passport in order to buy the Rabbit card. (thanks to this forum, I saw a member share that tidbit). I walked in the super hot March sun from National Stadium BTS to History of Massages which is just about 10 minutes walk from the station. It is located in an upscale retail and dining complex called Stadium One (there is a nice gym, coffee shops and restaurants here as well). History of Massages is on the second floor of Stadium One. I walked into the shop, and there was no one at the front desk. Just a small clipboard on the desk with the massage request form on it with my name and time written in. I booked my massage at the very moment that the schedule opened for him—about 10 days beforehand. They required a full prepayment via card, and I prepaid the 1790 THB in advance for the 90 minute massage—arguably on the expensive side for BKK gay massage. I sat down, and within a few moments, a receptionist greeted me and provide me with a cold towel, and some cold tea. I was then greeted by Sunji. Wow… he is stunning. They do not show his face on their website, but he is very model-handsome. He is also older than most massage therapists—I would say he is in his late 20s to early 30s. Sunji walked me to the massage room. This place is very clean, and very posh. The massage room was basic… but tastefully modern. There is only a shower in the room, no toilet. In fact, the toilet is outside of the shop in the Stadium One complex. Sunji speaks English, and discussed with me what kind of pressure I would like and if I had any requests. I told him that I had a massage yesterday, and I was pretty worked over—I would prefer a softer massage that was more sensual. He smiled and we started… he asked me to take a shower, and then lie on the table. He excused himself and returned. They use a very light sheet covering at History. Sunji first used the sheer sheet to pat me down and dry me further from the shower. I picked the hot oil aromatherapy massage, and Sunji complied with my request for soft and sensual. It was super great. I could tell Sunji had massage skills, but this was more sensual than massage. He often would caress his hands between my ass and balls, softly flicking places he knew would be sensual to me. After the first 45 minutes of our 90 minute session, he turned me around and started on my front—very sensually massaging my arms, chest, and legs. I then asked him about extra services… I didn’t wait for him. He then explained that he had two options: 1. He would be shirtless and do a HJ—for 2000 THB or 2. He would be fully naked and do a B2B massage with HE for 4000 THB. I picked option 1. Actually option 1, was far more than I expected. I told Sunji that I knew he was one of BKKs most famous and hottest muscle massage therapists, and that I booked him weeks in advance. And that I loved to worship beautiful muscle men. I asked if I could worship his flexing muscles and this really revved him up. Sunji stripped out of all of his clothes, and was immediately hard when I was worshipping his flexing body. I cannot tell you how hot and beautiful this man is. Completely smooth, no tattoos, and pure muscle. He jumped up on to the table and straddled me while he was flexing, and playing with my cock. He poured some of the hot oil onto his chest and I rubbed it all over him. Periodically, he would bend over and kiss me. He gave me a very hot HJ happy ending. He then toweled me off, and continued the massage by giving me a great sensual neck and head massage. He asked me to take a shower, and he excused himself. Afterwards I provided him the 2000 THB tip and he hugged me and then took me to the lobby and offered me tea and cookies. I left there very happy. I would definitely go back to History and have Sunji or some of the other beautiful men there service me. I would rate it 9/10. After my visit to History, I went back to the hotel to wait for SB to arrive from the Airport. He texted me when he arrived and it took about 2.5 hours for him to clear customs, get his luggage and Grab it from the BKK airport to the hotel on a Wednesday afternoon at 4PM. After he came upstairs, we both showered together in the huge multi-person sized shower at the hotel, and then proceeded to have a fantastic sex session. SB is a mid-thirties, super muscular gay Indo man. He is short, but his body is a work of art. He has an amazing ass and a relatively perfect sized cock for me. I met him in Singapore in 2018 after hiring him for a one hour sesh via Rentmen. Since then we have had a loose Sugar daddy/baby relationship where we travel together on these types of trips. SB knows BKK well, as he also goes to BKK for White Party, Songkran and all of the gay circuit party stuff. We had a great evening—he took me Dusit Central Park Mall in Silom, via BTS Sala Daeng. We enjoyed dinner at Kub Kao Kub Pla. During dinner, we sat next to famous gay Thai social media personality, Charlie Withayachamnankul (@Charliebralie on IG), which was fun to listen to him chatter on with his gaggle of faghags he had with him. After that… SB wanted to walk me through Patpong market and the gay areas of Silom. We decided on not visiting any of the bars or shows, and headed back to our hotel. A pretty great day. More to come in part 3.

You sound like a great guy with a good heart but based on what my regular guy told me about his father’s passing last year, I personally would not send for these reasons: If he were truly in need he would have taken you up on the offer when you asked, or reached out again once the offer sunk in Since he is not respnsive to your offer, asking him again might make him feel pressured to accept out of courtesy. Then you would have to coordinate logistics of getting bank details or him to do cash pick up from Western Union or similar. You do not know if it’s possible to send money to Laos bank account or (if he is from a rural family) if he is anywhere in proximity to a cash pick up point. Your goodwill may instead become a hassle to him especially if you only plan to send a small amount. If you send to his Thai bank account (assuming he has one) I’m sure it would be gratefully received but may not have much impact as his mind is focused on his family and being with them in Laos. Of course if you plan to send a significant amount of money to make the hassle worthwhile, please ignore me but would advise against since you have only met him 3 times. When my guy’s father passed unexpectedly his life was completely upended. He felt a tremendous amount of guilt for not being by his deathbed, worry for his widowed mother and mental stress from suddenly becoming the only man in a rural farming household…and he was just a bar boy who had been away from the farm for years. I don’t know your boy’s situation but grief and worry can be complicated. My advice is to send him a message saying you’re thinking of him, would like to see him again, and to let you know when he’s back at work. This way he can feel reassured knowing he can make up loss in earnings when he’s ready to return, and his customers haven’t moved on. But this is just my two cents and no matter what you choose (even if you’ve already sent money) as vinapu says, a kind heart and good karma will find its way. No wrong choices here.

Glad to see the board back too. And could I just say I was pleased to see that the managers of the other main Thai message boards - Moses from Sawatdeeforums and Gaybutton - were offering their solidarity and support (and in the case of Moses, practical assistance) on their boards too while the outage was continuing. Good on them.

As I was typing the above message my regular guy called me on a Line. He was undocumented for part of last year. I asked him if his bar minded if he was undocumented and allowed him to work. His answer was succinct: “They not care I no passport. They care I fat or not fat.” Hope this gave everyone a laugh. Happy Tuesday!

You don't realize how significant or important something is in your daily routine until it goes missing. So glad we are back. Thanks @TotallyOz for your quick action.

well hello my fellow sluts and slut-ettes! I hope you all have been sucking big dicks, getting rammed by big dicks and getting huge warm loads spewed in your holes. its been a while so I thought I'd cum share the sex-capades from my last 2 trips to the Dr. ok guys, you know the rules, I might have misspelled words, improper punctuation and run on sentences so if that matters to you, please skip this thread. now to all you other whores who don't give a damn about that, get your reading glasses on because you're going to want to hear all about the big dicks we've encountered in sdq. let me start off by informing all my bottom sisters about a tea called, Hayley's colon cleanse that I found off Amazon. on my Instagram, I was getting a lot of ads about peachy gummies and I tried those. for some reason my phone and computer was always showing these ads about what products were good to clean your ass before a session. I tried the gummies in December in hopes that they would be effective for my trip to sdq in February but they were ineffective and a waste of money. again, I'm was on my social media pages and there was an advertisement for Haley's colon cleanse. I read almost all the Amazon reviews and ordered the product. we went to sdq for independence day. now, here is how you take the tea. I would take 2 tea bags put them in the bottom of the cup then take another cup of water, microwave for 3 minutes then pour the hot water over the tea bags in the other cup and put a small plate over the tea. let it sit covered for about 3 minutes then drink the tea around 7 p.m. my husband and I would go have dinner, walk the colonial zone til about 10 or so then go back to the apartment. by 6 a.m. the next morning I was bolting to the bathroom. the tea was working overtime and when it was time to get in the shower to ensure my hole was ready for some Dominican dick, I was only in the shower for about 10 - 20 minutes because the tea had done a thorough job cleaning my hot pocket. we stayed for 8 days so every night I drank the tea so I'd be ready for Manny's big dick cousin or moca Tarzan who I have fallen in love with. more about the 2 of them later. we went to sdq for independence day. omg. if you have not been to sdq for independence day then you don't know what you are missing. the guys come from all over the the Dr to party in the colonial zone. there was dick everywhere. they have this huge parade in the malecon and its a full military display with helicopters, big Dominican soldiers on the side of tanks with their huge dick prints bulging in their pants. there is video on line that shows these big dick Dominican soldiers being groped by the women in the crowd. I was soooooo fucking jealous because the guys were strapped to the sides of these tanks with guns and their dick prints were on full display and I wanted them all in my ass. the parade and parties in the malecon were amazing. I knew the parade would be crowded so I bought a special shirt off Amazon to let every Dominican man there know what I was looking for. the shirt had a bunch of dollar bills on the front with a phone and the shirt read money is calling, accept or decline. it front of the shirt looked like a cell phone does when you receive a call and it gives you the option to accept or decline the call. heyyyyyy, a whore has to be clever and it worked like a charm in the massive sea of big Dominican dicks. the shirt caught the eye of this Dominican was sitting in front of a president store. we exchanged numbers and he wanted to make money on the spot and suggested that we leave the fiesta and go back to my apartment but I was on a mission to find as many dominican dicks as I could find in that sea of sexy Dominican men. there was a time when I would travel to the dominican republic, call Manny and ask him for some of his guys. now when I'm there, manny calls me and asks me for my guys. the irony of it all. lol. so the guy sent me a short video, which I will show you because sharing is caring right, tramps? lol. this strange thing always happens when I'm in the Dr. well I wouldn't call it strange because I intentionally put out my calling card when I'm in the Dr so that my Dominicans who follow me on social media will know that I'm there. I tag myself at a restaurant or when the plane lands I will post video of the airport and here's what always happens when we arrive. I always get a text from unknown numbers of big dick sexy Dominican tops who I've never met or given my number to. you bitches know I don't lie and I will post the messages between me and these unknowns. whoever gives my number out know that I like big Dominican dicks because this big dick bodybuilder sent me a text. I didnt know who he was but he sent me a vanishing pic and I knew I wanted his dick in me and cum all over me. this guy was cumming to the colonial zone and wanted to meet. we agreed on my price and I told my husband that we needed to leave the parade and go back to the Airbnb. the stud military police had me hot and horny and I knew that I needed to be opened up after I saw his picture and video. I told him that if his pic and video were fake or if he couldnt get his dick hard then he wouldnt be getting paid and he would have to leave the apartment. I also told him that I liked having my nipples sucked a lot and if he wanted to be hired multiple times while I'm there then he'd had to do an amazing job sucking my nipples. my husband and I head back to the Airbnb, I send the unknown my location and tell him I will see him in one hour. I jump in the shower for a confirmation cleaning and within 10 minutes Im out and on the balcony looking out for the unknown. he arrives on motorcycle but doesn't see me but I can see him from the third floor balcony. he texts me from his phone, I whistle he looks around and don't see me which I think is funny for some dumb reason then I say que lol que hermano. he looks up and I wave. he cums upstairs, we shake hands greet and I offer him a presidente. he jumps in the shower and cums out with a towel around his waist and his body is flawless with a face to match. I couldn't wait to feel this stud inside me. he walks to me, drops his towel and begins to suck my nipple. my husband hears me moaning and he walks in and sucks my other nipple. I take a whiff of my poppers and lose total control of my body because my nipples and sensitive as fuck. this guy really wanted to be a regular because he had my nipple in his mouth for over 5 minutes and I stood there moaning uncontrollably because the pleasure was so immense. he took my hand and placed it on his dick. it was hard and thick as a cucumber. I kept squeezing his dick and every time I squeezed it, he made it throb in my hand. I reached for a condom, grabbed the lube and lubed my ass. I got in the bed doggie style and he slowing put every inch of that big Dominican dick in me. my husband positioned himself under me so he could suck my nipples while I was getting pounded by this sexy big dick Dominican stud. I told my husband that I was going to fuck that big Dominican dick until he shot his load and that's exactly what I did. we fucked for about 3o minutes. 2 minutes in he asked for the poppers. I passed him the bottle while he was in me and the poppers I use are very strong. he took one whiff and started to aggressively fuck me until he shot his milk. he fucked me so hard to the point that I was yelling because not only was he pounding my ass, he had grabbed the front of my neck and was punishing my hole until he drained his Dominican dick. afterwards we both collapsed in the bed panting heavily. we laid there for about 5 minutes trying to catch our breath. my husband asked me while we were lying there, "hoe are you ok." I told him hell yeah. I have to keep this motherfucker on heavy rotation because he fuck me so good. we cleaned up, the bodybuilder left and we laid around for about an hour. it was hot but the parade was still going on. we watched a little TV and I told my husband that i was going to call the guy from the parade over. I texted him, sent him my location and he was there in about 10 minutes. this guy took a shower came back into the room within minutes of me lubing my hole, he had me scrambling around in the bed because I couldn't take his big domincan dick. I was not ready to take such a huge dick after just getting pounded an hour earlier but this guy would not take slow it down or no as a directive. he would put his dick in me grind slow for a few minutes then long stroke my hole with his bid dominican dick while he spoke Spanish. he kept saying perra and I do know that perra means bitch in Spanish. I couldn't keep up with him, but when I could keep up with him and throw my ass in a circle he would call me perra (which turned me on) and slap or punch my butt cheeks. this guy did it all. he fucked me on the couch, in the hall and for the finale, he put me on my back and fucked me while my husband sucked my nipples. when he heard me about to cum, he started to really dig deep and pound my hole. I let out the loudest moan and shot one of the biggest loads to ever exit my body. my body shook with involuntary convulsions. a few seconds later he let out a load moan and nutted all over me and the load I had just shot all over myself. this happened in February. were now in April. to this day I still masturbate with my eyes closed thinking about how he fucked me so good. I also saw Manny's big dick cousin during this trip . he's very comfortable with me now and wanted to try some new things that I wont mention because some of you girls talk to much, lol. but Manny's cousin never disappoints. he just a tall handsome masculine Dominican who's extremely verbal when he fucks. Manny's cousin or nephew will make you fall in love with him because he's soooo handsome and the body is soooooo beautiful and the dick is soooo delicious and full of cum. well whores I hope to see you next year for independence day, 2027.

I am living in Cairo since 2 years. And its very hard to bring guests- even in my own apartment —because as a foreigner you're given extra protection/monitoring (?)—and I don't want the security guards to become suspicious, especially since in my case they're actual police officers. That's why I even rent an apartment in Giza in a less desirable area, which is very cheap and, most importantly, has no security guards. Recently, however, the main gate is often locked and there's a doorman. So it's not so easy anymore. When renting an Airbnb, you should make sure you can check in yourself, either with a key box or a code. If it says "with staff around the clock," it means that there's ALWAYS someone sitting downstairs watching. When renting an apartment, it's also important to make sure it's not in a compound. This is often the case in 6th of October or New Cairo. I've had good experiences in New Cairo: there are many apartment buildings there without doormen or security. However, these apartments are quite expensive... I think there are definitely a significant number of guys on Grindr in Cairo. But I'm certainly willing to pay for good-looking and muscular guys. Some guys are available for visits—but very rarely, and often in very run-down apartments. I highly recommend "Cap D'Or" downtown. It's a fairly large bar with good music and a very mixed crowd—but almost exclusively gay men and their allies. Recently, you have to reserve a table via WhatsApp (00201287130640). It's sometimes very crowded on Thursdays, so the manager felt he had to implement this measure—we'll see how long he can keep it up. At the moment, he has to close at 11:00 PM anyway due to the energy crisis, so reservations aren't necessary. Even though it's almost exclusively gay men there, it's obviously not a true gay bar. But you can definitely meet someone there! It's a 10-15 minute Uber ride from Zamalek. In Zamalek, I went to the H2O Gym—in an old, somewhat run-down villa, but it's a gym just for men... and there's a hot tub where you sometimes sit with very hot guys, and as a foreigner, you're usually approached. I no longer live there and now go to the "Transformers - Nile View" gym. Apparently, things get pretty wild in the sauna area at night/early morning. I've never tried it and don't intend to.

Short trip report for Tokyo and Osaka. Tokyo I tried Chance in Shinjuku-okubo to see a guy I have had my sights set on since I started planning my trip. The Chance reservation system worked well and the meeting point i was given was a small residential alley where i had to call the number provided for him to come out and fetch me. I will say the location wasn't the easiest, I was a little late because i got lost transferring in Shinjuku station then trying to find the right alley. The guy was great, friendly and exactly as pictured (he does porn so i already knew). The condom he had for me didn't fit but i had my own, decent bottom after some initial difficulty. It seems he has since left the store, so I was lucky to have got my top pick just in time. I wish i did a second reservation, I have a feeling he would have been even better the second time after we'd got more accustomed to each other. Next up was DG located in Shinjuku, the location for DG was easier, still i was directed to the meeting spot via email then asked to call the number to be fetched. Easy enough, wait by the address and call for someone to collect me, but if i didn't have international calling on my phone I'd suggest getting there a bit earlier to email and wait. The building I was walked around the corner to was the DG's dedicated shop, and i guess the guy didn't realise i had a reservation because he was about to call the guys in for me to pick. After that was cleared up the guy came in, he was a little different from his pictures but not by much, so not a big problem. He had almost no english, but we didn't need it. I didn't try any other services in Tokyo, I got a few guys from Grindr but catfished more often than not with edited or not accurate pics. The worst was a guy I waited an hour for, then he showed up and I was really regretting my decision. We got in the lift with an airline pilot as I died a little inside and sheepishly walked this creature I just invited back to my room out of the lift. I really should have just left him in the lobby, but i let him blow me then said it's time to leave. Thankfully I had a prescription of DoxyPEP, who knows what that mouth had in it. I wish I had planned my days a bit better and made more reservations with some other services, but now I know for next time. Osaka First night I had a guy from HK come over, he was visiting with family so we had to be quick so he could get back, very eager bottom. The next night I had booked a guy from Imaike, this was a random apartment and another guest was in the second bedroom so it was a bit of him waiting and checking when we can use the bathroom. He was a bit chubbier than his pics and stats, a bit hairy and didn't want to try to bottom. Not terrible but I wouldn't pick him again. Next up I tried out DG's branch in Osaka, my first pick wasn't available but they had other options. DG asked me to wait at a location and email, so i emailed and then they asked if i was at another location. it was a bit of back and forth and a bit annoying but they eventually told me to walk down the street and I saw they guy i was meeting. I should have just called. The guy I went with was also someone I'd seen on Twitter before, but for the life of me can't find his private profile anymore. He was a bit shy which i didn't expect but very hot and a firm tight ass to die for, I tried to meet him again later in the trip but both him and my original pick were always reserved. My 4th night back to back, I was back at Chance, this time trying out their Osaka store. The guy I met was half Thai, so I gave him a little of my terrible Thai to break the ice, it seemed to work. But he wasn't the best in bed and although he tried he couldn't bottom. His profile is gone from their store now so maybe he has left the business or gone somewhere else. After the consecutive days I was worn out and took a break, with a couple of grindr meetups here and there. Mostly more catfish and other tourists. I was really in need of a massage so I tried out Backdoor Massage, location is a bit out of the way, but I found it ok. They give you a sheet to select the extra services you want (for a fee) and full service was not on the list so i just selected sucking, 2k for him to suck me, 2k for me to suck him. I just gave him a 10 on top of the massage fee and said let's just enjoy. My instincts turned out to be right with that move, the massage barely happened, I actually did want a massage but ok, straight to play. He tried to jump on without lube, no condom even considered, but quickly discovered he'd at least need to get some lube to make this happen. Expensive but a very good experience. My final night was the spectacular end for me, back to Chance after I gave up on trying to get reservations at DG. The guy I picked I really wish i had met earlier in my trip, he was 10/10 perfect. Ok English, really nice to talk to and the toned smooth body that I adored. He initially struggled with the size, but even after I said it's ok we can do something else, he was determined and it ended up being the best sex i had the whole trip! Then right after that appointment I had a date at a restaurant I had to get to, the first japanese guy with accurate photos, it was a miraculous day! I got him back to my room as well, but I've got to say my mind might still have been on the Chance guy while we had our fun. I really wish I had even one more night to get the Chance guy again, but such is life, maybe he'll still be around next time. Summary: All services I was able to communicate in English, no problems with booking but I would suggest making your reservation a few days early if you really want someone specific. Chance is probably my preferred group, photos were more accurate and their guys were mostly the best for my taste, 2/3 of the guys i would repeat. https://chance-shinjuku.jp/ / https://chance-shinokubo.jp/ https://chanceosaka.jp/home/ DG is a close second, the reservation staff were easiest to communicate with, easy locations, 1/2 of the guys I would repeat. https://lang.dgdgdg.com/ Imaike, this place specialise in twinks, but not many staff and I wouldn't repeat the guy I picked. https://osaka.imaike.info/index2.html Backdoor 'Massage', I only tried one guy and we didn't really get to the massage bit. A bit expensive with extras not included and still being the same base price as other full service places. I might repeat but not highest priority. https://osaka.backdoor-g.com/ Grindr/9mon and other apps were not great for meeting Japanese guys if you only speak english, maybe I was just unlucky or need to be less direct and approach them differently. There is an abundance of hot twinks but the language barrier is more difficult than other east asian countries. Unfortunately no sento or saunas this trip, but that's a future plan. Oh and the cherry blossoms were absolutely worth seeing, very beautiful to see the cities full of blooming sakura. That's all I have time for to write about this trip, thanks for reading.

Arrived in Surabaya in the afternoon, about 30 minutes late, which seems to be standard for Batik Air. I flew business class, which is not exactly glamorous, but for these short domestic flights in Indonesia I still think it is worth it. Lounge access, extra luggage allowance, dedicated check-in, bigger seats, first on, first off, and your bag actually comes out early. They also somehow manage a meal service on a flight that is not even an hour long. It also left from the city airport, which was much closer to the hotel, and security was easy. The one weird part: they made me take my aerosol hairspray out of my checked luggage and carry it on. On domestic flights it apparently has to be in carry-on, while international was the reverse. Indonesia keeps you guessing🤷‍♂️ I was not even planning to come back to Surabaya. It is another big, ugly city, maybe even less visually appealing than Jakarta, with an even more religious feel, and it is Indonesia’s second largest city, so it is not exactly some hidden gem. I came back for one reason: dick. More specifically, a guy I had met on a previous trip who gives me really good sex. I even brought him the little gifts from Mexico he had asked for. Honestly, I could have happily spent every day with him and been perfectly content. Also, because Indonesia is mostly Muslim, the abundance of clean-cut cocks is a nice change of pace from Mexico, South America, Thailand, etc. Of course, thanks again to my brilliant planning, I only got to see him two days because he had also been out of town for Eid. Note to self: next time maybe check the calendar before building part of a trip around a hookup 😏 Unlike Jakarta during the holiday, the apps here were busy. A German friend of mine always says, the stricter the religion, the hornier the guys are. Surabaya did not exactly disprove his theory. The other couple of times, I met up with a 23 yr old guy from Grindr who spoke perfect English and seemed like he had traveled more than I have. My first guess was family money or sugar daddies. After talking to him more, I think probably family money, but who knows. When he first walked into the lobby, I would have bet a thousand dollars he was a total bottom. He said he was a top. Credit where due, he was telling the truth 😝. Average dick, but very solid performance. He also drank as much as I did, which is rare for a Muslim, but as he put it, he is Muslim only in religion and a whore everywhere else 😁 He was also just fun to be around. Great conversation, funny, not shy, easy in restaurants, easy company. He paid once, I paid once, which felt odd 🤔 Walking around with him definitely got attention. He looked different enough already, and then add the fact that he was with what felt like the only white foreigner we saw, and people noticed. On the street we got a lot of looks. In restaurants and at the hotel, though, there were clearly plenty of gay workers and customers around, plus a few lesbian couples, so it did not feel as shocking there. He told me it is illegal to have gay sex, not illegal to be gay, which is one of those distinctions that makes absolutely no sense, but welcome to Indonesia 👍 Next time I will plan better around the guy I originally came to see, because I really like him and I really like the sex with him and his big headed 🍆 Off to Bali next, which feels like my second home at this point. But I am getting ready to go to Delhi this morning, so the Bali report will have to wait. I also need to think a little more before writing it, because I met someone there I really liked. Then again, how is a whore like us supposed to suddenly settle down and be with just one guy 🙄

I see that the Midnight Hour (Bangkok Eyes) website has started updating its maps of nightlife areas. http://www.bangkokeyes.com/ For March 2026, it has updated the maps for Patpong 1, Patpong 2, and Silom 4 ( which it calls Soi Katoey). They show all the adult entertainment venues, both gay and straight. So not that much of interest for us on Patpong 1 - just Big Boy Bar and Chaichana massage. A few more places of course in Patpong 2, and then all the venues shown for Silom 4 are gay, I think. Might be an interesting peruse if you are planning a trip to Bangkok and have not been there in a while.

Part 4 This was a Friday, and SB and I enjoyed a morning at the pool, working out in the hotel gym, and then we went to ICON SIAM to have the happy hour/late lunch on the terrace overlooking the river. After that, we headed off to Klover for our afternoon appointment. I had already planned a 2 hour appointment with Therapist Trol, as recommended by @GoldMember. I asked SB if he would like to have a massage/treatment as well. He was super tentative, and unsure of the concept of the gay massage. Even as a professional MB and sugar baby, he was really shy about it. He told me he had never had one of these “so called gay massages”, and didn’t quite know what the protocol was. After what seemed like hours the day before—scanning through all of the available therapists’ profiles and photos… he decided—he would like a body scrub and a massage. The therapist he wanted was only available for 1 of the 2 hours during the same timeslot to match mine, so we found another therapist to do the first hour as a bodyscrub (Nicky) , and the preferred therapist he wanted for the second hour as a massage (Golf). SB asked me all sorts of questions about what to do about the sex part—how it worked etc. I gave him cash to deal with the expected tips, and coached him on it. We headed to Klover via grab. Klover is located in a pleasant local neighborhood in a small mini-mall above some casual restaurants and a grocery store. It comprises most of the entire second floor. We were welcomed warmly by two receptionists, and paid them for SB’s services in cash. (When we booked the day before, they requested a 500 THB deposit to hold the bookings). I had already prepaid via card 2 weeks in advance for my booking 2190 THB for the two hour massage with Trol since he is a very high-demand therapist. SB was greeted first by his bodyscrub therapist Nicky, and he nervously went along with him for his appointments. Trol then appeared offered me tea and a cold towel, and then collected my shoes and gave me slippers and escorted me to the room. The facilities at Klover are nice and clean. There are no toilets inside the shop, the toilets are the public toilets of the mini-mall on the same floor as Klover, but at the end of the exterior hallway. This can be an issue if you need to use the toilet during your session. The massage room is large, modern, and clean. There is a small private shower stall in the room. This is the same exact setup as at History of Massages and The Residences… by now I could tell this was very much owned and operated by the same people. Trol, as expected was very sexy, and beautiful. He is slimmer than most of the other therapists I saw this week, but has a super muscular, and lean physique. He also doesn’t speak much English. This was 100% translator app time. He was very comfortable, and not nervous about the language gap, and truly was kind to me even if he had to use the app. The massage started with the shower, he stepped away, grabbed his supplies on a cart, and came back into the room after I was finished showering. I laid onto the table (it had a face hole), and pulled the sheer modesty sheet over my naked lower body. Trol started the massage (I gave him my preferences for pressure, etc. via the google translate app). The massage was not great. He went through the motions in the same order, and style as what had happened at the Residences yesterday (they are clearly trained by the same person or in the same method). But, this is not why you come to Klover 😊 There was no discussion of tips, extras, etc. It just happened… about 90 minutes into the session after I was flipped over, Trol leaned over from the top of my head and started to caress and massage my nipples, then he bent over and started licking and sucking on my chest and nipples very sensually… every so often he would look me in the eyes as to receive a signal from me if this was appreciated or not. Of course, I provide a big smile, an this encouraged him—he smiled wide back, and proceeded to work me over sensually, first it was grabbing my cock and arousing me, then he lifted his shirt and lowered his pants to tease me with his physique and cock. After I took the bait and started to arouse him, he presented his cock to me for oral. After that, he took off all of his clothes, straddled me on the table, while I gave him oral and he flexed and let me appreciate his fantastic physique (he's super fit, so muscular, and lean!). He pressed my hard cock into the crack of his ass, and held it there to let me slide up and down his crack—he was moaning with pleasure along with me. He jacked himself to finish onto my neck and chest while I spurted while he pressed my cock against his ass crack. He grinned wide with appreciation and so did I. He cleaned me up, and I took a shower. I used my translator app to thank him and to tell him that I would be thrilled to give him a 2000 THB tip for my appreciation. He smiled and gave me a big thank you hug. After I dressed, he brought me tea and cookies in the room. I would rate Klover, very high as a massage shop for their customer service, cleanliness, and vibe. The massage I got from Trol, I rate 6/10 (again most of that 6 was for Trol’s physique, attitude, and sensual abilities, not at all for the massage). We walked back to the lobby and I waited for SB there. Soon, he came back out with Golf his therapist. We said good night to the receptionists and caught our grab car back to the hotel. The rest of the night, SB told me that he enjoyed the experience at Klover. He said that Nicky, the first therapist he had for the body scrub didn’t quite look like his photos, and also there was no mention or indication of sex or sensuality at all. Of course, this was only a body scrub service. SB, who is a real “cosmetics snob”, felt as if the scrub material they used at Klover was not “as high quality as the stuff he uses”. But, he was okay with that service. The massage he had after that was with Golf-- Golf was exactly how he looked in his photos-- he commented. He said almost immediately, Golf stripped to naked, and was not even bothering with the massage antics but was quickly approaching him for sensual and sexual services. And of course, how could this not be? SB is a stunning Indonesian bodybuilder with flawless skin, and a beautiful ass and cock. He looks like sex on a stick, not a middle aged Farang. SB went along with sensual touches but he refused to have sex with Golf.. he told him that his “boyfriend (me) was in the other room” and it didn’t seem right for him to do that. Although he said he wanted to let Golf fuck him, and Golf really wanted to—but they ended up just doing a lot of sensual touch with no sex, HE or come. SB was adamant that this was not for him, but he thanked me for the opportunity. The whole thing was super funny for me to listen to this professional “sex worker” if you will, feel so bashful about the gay massage experience. After we got back to the hotel, SB was initiating sex again—and I was pretty much done for the day. We had some making out time, and cuddle time, but this would be my third time in a day, and I was done 😊 Part 5 later.

After Beef, forum member and I decided to check out Side at Soi Wall Street. Side is a 4 storey coffee place for meet ups with cruising areas. On weekend nights, they have special programme. Last night Saturday night they had go go dancers dancing on stage. Tonight Sunday night they had hired guys available for fun in dark room. The room was so pitch dark that you can't see your hand in front of you so you had to feel your way around. Two hired guys took turns in dark room. Average types. There are also themed rooms for kinky play - classroom, office and locker room. I witnessed two Thai guys in late 20s jerking each other off in office themed room with another 2 guys touching them. Basically sauna but everyone is fully clothed (and holding iced coffee) as they explore the rooms. Forum member and I spent about 45 minutes then we got hungry and we went to nearby Sarica for dinner. About 15 guys cruising throughout our time at Side. Mostly locals.

I believe this may partially be the case. I have had two long term relationships, one of which was for ten years with a man from Taiwan. Eventually we lived together in both the US and in Taiwan, but it initially started as a long distance relationship. I am currently in a 'situation' with a Cambodian man who lives in Thailand. Again, this is a long distance arrangement. I also have long time Thai friends. While any relationship requires communication and trust to be successful and long lasting, my experiences have taught me that I cannot expect them to communicate in the exact same manner I am accustomed to or would expect if they were white American men. If that is your expectation, you are in for a rough road ahead. There is a big cultural difference, not to mention the language barrier. Not sure where you are from or your nationality. Unless your guy is fluent in your native language, you both are probably using a translation app on the phone or computer. Unfortunately, these are not always completely accurate and the meaning gets garbled or lost completely. I check, double-check and triple-check everything I send in a message to be sure. I can translate one sentence three times on the same app and it will come out different all three times. I believe you are over-thinking the romance piece. You didn't say what your guy does for work? You also didn't mention how you met. Those pieces of the puzzle might help us respond better to the cheating question. Bottom line...all relationships require communication and trust. Long distance even more so.

After massage, I had a snack then I went to Sauna Mania for one hour. I had free entry coupon for weekday (Monday to Wednesday) which I had received when I went on Saturday. About 15 guys in dark maze. A bit of fun touches and gropping here and there but I spent half an hour on my phone while admiring 3 guys in the gym. I went back to airbnb condo to get ready for 7pm appointment. I received a message at 6:30pm. Abs guy wanted me to know he might be late a few minutes because of bad traffic. At 7:00pm, he texted me to say he was downstairs. I went down and he explained that he didn't stay near Silom. He couldn't take motorcycle taxi. The taxi he was in had been stuck at a particular road and he was afraid he would be late. No big deal. Even if he had been late, i would wait for him! I was so attracted to his hard abs!

I can see why you would resent use of the word oblivious. Perhaps it wasn't the right word. After all, you admitted in your first post on this thread that you were aware of Prep but didn't take it. So let us consider your actions. By not taking precautions you became infected with HIV and, by your own admission, had unprotected sex with many men...who knows how many you infected. You also claim to love Brazillian men - what is your definition of love? Mine includes to care and to protect. That includes to care about, and to protect from HIV. Perhaps a better word is 'selfish'. Or perhaps 'irresponsible'. Maybe 'uncaring'. I am not trying to be harsh, just keeping it real. Your actions have consequences.

At Goodboy, three Filipino customers were seated with two boys (fully clothed) and enjoying a bottle of whisky. They had food brought in. Some sort of celebration. The three of us sat at long sofa right at the back of the bar. We were next to the bartender and we could see the board where the mamasans wrote the individual number of boys working tonight. At the right side, there was a margin and written there were numbers of boys who had been offed by customers already. There were three numbers on the right while there were about 25 numbers on the left side.

You’re circling something real here, but I think the frame needs tightening. What you’re reading as “weird pricing” is less about Singha leaving money on the table, and more about how different shops in Bangkok deliberately position themselves within a very segmented market. Ssense is not trying to be everything to everyone. It sits in that middle lane, and quite intentionally so. Ssense caters to both a local Thai clientele and a steady foreign crowd. Younger Chinese book Singha or Knott and take photos with them, and they all end up as a review on RedNote. This composition matters. Local regulars anchor the business. They expect consistency, discretion, and predictable pricing. It is also gay-owned and operated, and you can feel that in how the place is run. There is a fairly strict sense of quality control, both in terms of who they hire and how services are structured. Supplementary services are not a free-for-all. Prices are set by the shop, and that removes the whole negotiation dynamic you see elsewhere. No haggling, no awkward calibration mid-session. You either accept the menu or you don’t. For many clients, that clarity is part of the appeal. No H services are provided officially by the shop. So yes, could Singha charge 2–3k in a different setting? Probably. But at Ssense, the pricing is not his to float. It follows a standardised band that aligns with similar shops in that category. It is set by the shop and therapists are not allowed to diverge. That’s the trade-off. Stability, volume, and a controlled environment over maximising individual upside per client. In terms of positioning, I wouldn’t call Ssense “upscale” if you’re comparing it to places like Titan or Prestige. Those lean harder into a curated, almost boutique experience, with pricing to match. But Ssense is noticeably fresher and better managed than older venues like Chaichana or Green. It feels current. Clean lines, younger roster, tighter operations. Where your comparison with History of Massage is useful is in highlighting the contrast in business models. History runs a much looser system. No mandated central tip level, and the guys can present options directly. That opens the door for higher earnings per session, but also introduces variability. The massage itself is often not the headline product there. Let’s be honest. You’re paying for physique, for presentation, for the aesthetic labour that goes into those gym-built bodies. It’s a different value proposition. Ssense, by contrast, sits closer to what places like The Signature Massage aim for. More structured. More service-led. Less transactional improvisation. Stepping back, Bangkok’s gay massage scene is highly stratified. You’ve got budget walk-in shops, mid-tier hybrids like Ssense, physique-driven venues like History, and then the more premium, almost spa-like environments. Each comes with its own pricing logic, client expectations, and internal rules. So the question isn’t really whether Singha could earn more elsewhere. It’s what ecosystem he prefers to operate in. Some guys optimise for margins. Others for consistency, volume, and a workplace they’re comfortable in. In that sense, the market is working exactly as designed. Pick the segment that suits you, and the pricing starts to make a lot more sense.

I met forum member at Silom Road outside his hotel Ibis Style and we walked to Beef. When we reached Beef, the bouncers said photo identification was needed before entry allowed. I knew this was their practice because I had been to Beef once but that was for disco at night. Flea market still need photo id? Yes, the bouncers insisted. So I asked forum member to explore Silom Edge while I went back to airbnb to get passport. 15 minutes later, we finally entered Beef to visit their flea market. By the way, entry wasn't free. Entry costs 100 baht. No cash accepted. Only cashless payment. Thank goodness I had my credit card. (This club has many rules!) Inside, the place was packed! Local Thai gay crowd. Everyone was dressed up. Forum member and I stood out in our casual tourist attire. But the fellas at the flea market were welcoming and chatted with us. We didn't buy anything but we enjoyed the vibe and atmosphere. It was a fascinating look at the local Thai gay culture.

Keith, you gave a "+1" to the cold and dehumanizing comment. My point was simple. Manny on this forum are engaged in transactions with people in economically vulnerable positions. The guy who is honest about that and the guy who sends money every month while calling it love are both paying. One of them just has a cleaner view of what is actually happening. Calling that dehumanizing while sitting on a forum called Gay Guides, with (in your case) "Boys" listed in your interests, is a position I find hard to take seriously. Most are here for the same reason. The moral ranking system some people operate here, where your virtue is measured by how much you spend or how warm you feel afterwards, does not hold up. Live and let live was the diplomatic version. This is the longer one.

I heard rumors about a ransomeware attack. What happened, @TotallyOz? I am so glad we are back to normal! Congrats for your quick reaction and recovery!

I hope you've also fixed the security vulnerability that led to the hack... Thank you very much for maintaining and restoring the forum

Parade guy

wow, so much dirt water thrown at somebody one never even met. Where all that dirt is coming from ? Work on busted main collector or something ?

Alright Maurice keep your wig on don't want to be busting your colostomy bag.

I don’t think so. Everything you’ve mentioned would be a cause of concern to me. I’ll preface my comments by saying this isn’t a criticism of you but notes from personal experience. Attributing relationship red flags to “cultural differences” and overlooking them is at best naive, at worst dangerous. You’ve given us little information to go on. Where did you meet him? In a bar? Was he formerly or even currently a working boy? Or if you met him on Grindr, has he ever accepted payment for hook ups? Does he have other “partners”? This could be cultural or simply down to personality. I’m inclined to say it’s only partly cultural. Thai people are known to be indirect or suppress their feelings (especially when it’s confrontational or uncomfortable) but while not communicative, they’re known to be affectionate and if not by words, by actions. Such as showing commitment to the partnership, never flaking out or making unexpected changes, being contactable nearly all of the time, transparent about who they’re going out with. It could be personality, there’s nothing wrong with being emotionally reserved. But combined with your suspicion he’s not being honest and being uncontactable on nights out, clearly you feel something isn’t right otherwise you wouldn’t be posting here. Gut feelings shouldn’t be ignored. What’s the worst case scenario? He doesn’t have sincere feelings for you at the moment and is with you for his own reasons. Then, do you think he’s genuinely open to building a foundation where his feelings can blossom over time and your worries are slowly erased? There is nothing wrong with this either. I’m in agreement with their other members here who have responded. Unless you’re ready to cut things off, there’s no point overthinking things but for your own sake, be observant and don’t keep giving him a free pass based on “cultural differences” I expect many of your questions will be answered after spending time together in two weeks.

I think you did what is right on both accounts , your reasoning is correct , if family doesn't have money for lavish funeral they should abandon the idea and go by what they have. Deceased can't care less and screw what rest of family and neighbours say. At end of day it's not very smart to get ruined just to keep up with customs and tradition.

unnecessary nasty, offensive and belligerent. Exactly kind of post which makes others thinking they should bother with participating in forum. It's better to discuss possible scammers than other members alleged shortcomings. OP came across those two men and decided to warn us about. He even made this disclaimer :

You are not stupid. You just want to help somebody who you feel deserved it. Whether you saw him 3 times or 333 , it's irrelevant. Don't overthink it , just send what you feel like. Your good karma will follow . In beginning of Covid, upon learning boy I met only once but was very impressed with, got stuck in his native Cambodia and took very low job , just to stay afloat, with help of forum friend I sent him some money. Boy barely remembered me if at all and yet, 2 years later when we met by chance in soi 4 he recognized me then, thanking me several times. Rest i.e. subsequent multiple offs is just a history

Summary of extended 4-nights weekend trip in March (Friday to Tuesday) - Met 3 guys for first time (1 massage and 2 from bars) - Met 3 regulars (2 massage and 1 from bar) - Met new forum members - Went to new club (EDT for shower show) I cannot wait for next trip in end May. I am going to Bangkok again specially to see the Pride Parade on Sunday 31 May. This year, the route includes Silom Road! 🥳🥳🥳

And this is why we can't have nice things. Science comes up with great ways for us not to get sick and die. Then, people privileged enough to have access to them too often shrug their shoulders and 'no thanks'. Never mind the social value of preventing the spread of deadly diseases, they don't feel like it so they're not gonna.

Hi @Cball It would probably help members here to assist you if you clarified whether you are seeking to hire paid companions, or are looking for non-commercial encounters. If you are interested in hiring: Several years ago there there was someone with a similar interest in Muay Thai boxers who posted on the boards (I know @bucknaway also has this interest, but I think this encounter involved someone else). He frequented a girly bar complex in Pattaya (between Beach Road and the Pattaya Beer Garden) where they had set up a boxing ring, and retired Muay Thai boxers gave exhibition matches and then mingled for tips. He got the boxers attention by giving them generous tips and buying them drinks. After a night or two of this, he befriended one guy in particular and made an “indecent proposal”. If I recall correctly, the boxer took him up on it, but being straight I think he was unwilling to do much - it was basically a muscle worship session. Obviously this modus operandi was perilous as the boxer might have take the proposal it badly. In any event, I think that bar complex is now closed. Currently, the “Pink Panther” bar on Patpong Lane 2 in Bangkok also features Thai boxing exhibitions. It’s a straight bar, though, so the boxers may not be open to such proposals—caution is advised. You might also check massage parlours whose websites list masseurs’ interests—some mention boxing or other sports. However, the guys that mention boxing seem to be the more the straight guys from memory, so I’m not sure how much they would be into "sweaty rough sex with sweaty rough dudes". If you are into non-commercial contacts: Try scrolling through Grindr in Bangkok and filtering by interests—some users may list boxing or similar activities.

While most of my experiences have been very positive, I have reported on a few that were not as pleasurable. I certainly did not enjoy Phoenix or Magic Touch. I can't say whether they see me as a 'mark' or easy target. Having worked with the moderate to severe special needs students for 30+ years, my philosophy has always been to treat everyone with dignity and respect. This is how I treat the guys I go to for massage and that I might invite to join me from the bars. If that makes me a target or mark, then so be it. I am not going to change who I am. That does not mean that I am going to believe everything that I might be told...hook, line and sinker. I am guarded about believing everything I hear. And yes, I am less so with Cam. I have just sort of throw caution to the wind with him. I didn't go to Thailand to find love. Been there, done that. Twice now. I simply went to experience and explore the gay scene and have a good time. Love was the last thing on my mind. Is it love with Cam...it certainly is an infatuation. I will acknowledge that. But there is a big difference between infatuation and love. Love is something that grows deeper over time as two individuals get to know each other. One week is hardly time for the love to develop and grow deeper. This is why I want to return and spend the longer period of time with Cam...to see if it does develop into a more serious and deeper connection. I certainly don't think your comments are harsh or mean and did not take them as such. I appreciate all of the feedback from forum members. Hearing different points of view and perspectives is what I need right now. Let's be honest...rent boy or prostitute...correct terms for the guys. But what about us...john, trick, punter, whoremonger...are also correct terms. It is what it is. I know where I met him, how I met him, what he does and what I do. That doesn't change the fact that I have feelings for him. By sharing here I am trying to sort out those feelings so I don't fall off the cliff. This forum is my therapy, my sounding board, my sanity.

Forum member was keen to have a look at new bar Big Boy on Patpong 1 so we went there. Unlike Friday night which was quiet, there were other customers. Some ladies and straight couples. They looked like they had been persuaded in by promoters outside. Same number of 3 guys on stage. Once we sat there, the show began. The manager probably saw enough of a crowd (there weren't even 10 customers. Including us, it was 7 at best) to start the show. To be fair to the bar, the show was pretty good. The performers put in eftort including a dancer who came in just to dance his solo performance. Soon, another forum member joined us. After the show ended, the other customers left the bar. We stayed awhile more then we decided to go to Good Boy.

To clarify, just because 10% of the 60 minute session was spent on massage doesn't mean that gay Thai massage guy doesn't know how to massage. He knows his strokes and has proper technique. I had massage with him in the past. (It was approximately 80% massage then). But this particular afternoon we were both so horny. We really made a big mess at the end. Thankfully there was ensuite shower in the room and we helped each other clean up.

Our relationship is complicated. While he is definitely my guy, I don't call him my boyfriend. I call him "con nuoi" the vietnamese word for godson while he calls me "cha nuoi" which means godfather. We know each other 10 years. I have helped him a lot and he has also been very good for me. We know each other likes and dislikes. We communicate every day but not video call. I personally dislike video call. I find that typing messages is better because we have to think in advance about our message before we type. Sometimes we attach photos or videos of ourselves or our surroundings.