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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.

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.

Hey, after leaving Marrakesh, arrived in Hurghada on March 28, used a ride share app inDrive to get to Sheraton Rd. About 5 minute ride, cost 100 EGP, about $2 USD, from now on all prices in $, easier for everyone. Driver about 25, handsome, I told him I'm renting a private apartment at Sheraton Rd, that's the main road at new Hurghada, it is not at the beach but this is where locals live and streets are lively. Anyway, I smiled at him few times, he got the hint, I bluntly offered to blow him. We did in his car, he drive off the main highway to town. Cost 400 EGP, $7. I had booked a private apartment at Booking com, about 5 minute walk from Sheraton Rd McDonald's, smaller side street. Key in a locker box, no security, not even a front door to enter the stairway, nice and private, it seemed. Apartment was nice enough, $20 per night, I only booked for 1 night, although I'm planning to stay in Hurghada 2 weeks. I ran in and out of the apartment several times, bought bottle of gin, then some other stuff, maybe in and out 3 times since arrived. Never saw anyone in the building, my apartment on 4th floor. Now things get interesting. Sat next to a local guy at Sheraton Rd bench, there are several benches, from McDonald's down the street, many local guys are sitting around, sitting is free and they always ask for a cigarette. I bought a pack just to share, it's a good way to start conversation. So in about 15 minutes I spoke to a guy, handsome enough, maybe 25, I said I have a private place, we walked to my building. And then suddenly there is a stranger, just a guy, a local, asking my guest something in Arabic, loud tone, shouting almost, looking almost angry. I had no clue who this guy is, but my guest spoke to him in Arabic, and told me in English that guest is not allowed in a building. I called my host, apartment owner in WhatsApp, we had spoken earlier about building location. He told me no guest is allowed. I replied, this is my home, I rented a full apartment from him, and my guest is my friend. NO! No guest allowed. So he suggested he knows a quiet place, few minutes taxi ride, we took a taxi, not far, a construction site with no fence, no staff, it was dark by then. I blew him, guy was super hot, wanted to fuck me, I declined, but he really enjoyed to bj, so did I, 600 EGP, $11. When I gave him the money, he was protesting, saying this is not enough even though we had agreed on this before. This is the usual song and dance in Morocco, Tunisia, Egypt. So I just ignored it and he gave up. We took a taxi back, to the center, I walked around a bit, everywhere in the center local guys make eye contact, usually offering all kinds of substances. Later on I spoke to another guy, agreed on the money and we walked to a closed shop front, he had a key, a b,j again. Very handsome guy, maybe 25. I liked it very much. Arab straight guys are fairly aggressive during bj , not shy at all and I like it, it's almost never disappointing. But what is a big disappointment is the situation with my so called private apartment. No guests. Just like ever hotel, except nowhere does it state this while you are booking the place. Contrary, booking site says 'private apartment with a private entrance'. So I'm writing this next morning, I'm checking out, looking at other places in the neighborhood. The whole point of not staying in a hotel is privacy of apartment, without it there are downsides, no security, noise from the street all night. Thinking if I should fuck this host a claim a refund, not sure but seems unfair to misrepresent the booking conditions. I'll stay in Hurghada, kõik for another place, see how it goes, will update, hopefully later tonight. Btw, I am new here, but long time poster at Sawadteenetwork, nicks Whitemouse and Doubledutch, met several members from there after spending last 10 years in Pattaya, staying 6 months every winter. Tried to register at gay-thailand here, ages ago, never heard from Admin and could not post.

continued…Installment 29: Six days turned into seven, basically because neither of us was ready for the time to end. Not sure what my rationale was for ending the initial three days on Tuesday morning, considering my return flights do not depart until Thursday morning. Thinking back it was probably to keep my options open for last connections. Whatever the rationale was, that went completely out the window. Had messages from Paradise guy, Banana guy (another story, lol), Chaichana guy, Green guy and Rainbow Dragon all wanting to meet one more time before leaving Thailand. I managed to come up with various reasons as to why I would have no time. Paradise guy was a little more insistent than the others. He was determined to spend my last night in Bangkok with me and then ride along to the airport. I had other plans and was just as insistent with him that it wasn’t going to work. Finally agreed to see him for a brief period of time late Wednesday afternoon at the shop. Finished packing for the most part, showered, and headed to Paradise. Few last minute things I will need to throw in my bag tomorrow morning. During the seven days together we would sleep late, go to breakfast, do some shopping at one of the malls, go back to the condo and take an afternoon snooze before heading out to dinner, go to a show at one of the clubs, then back to the condo for some fun (as I like to say…doing the wild thing) before falling asleep. We had lots of time to talk about a lot of different things which I will share in a different post. To close out this report, let’s just say it started with a bang but in some ways ended with a whimper. lol. The experiences and escapades were greatly reduced towards the end because of my desire to spend it mostly with Cam. Some final comments about our dinners out and club visits. Enjoyed dinners at Sarica, Happy Beer Garden, famous UNESCO Foodland, Yayoi in Silom Complex, and a return visit to G’s. I would say out of all the shows we saw that the one presented by Banana Bar was the best by far. We went on Friday evening and the place was packed…SRO. The entertainers thrived on the packed house and the energy level was off the charts. It was just electric and exciting. Very mixed crowd, but way too many to even count. Went to Circus and was disappointed. The performers have very little room to work in, seating inside is uncomfortable and way too crowded. Didn’t care for the environment at all. Wouldn’t be high on my list of places to return. Jupiter show was mechanical, cold and sterile. Lacked any energy. Best thing at this club was a pre-show singer. He was excellent and very entertaining. I would actually pay money to go see him perform on stage somewhere…he was that good. Looked a little like Mario Lopez. Saturday evening, mixed crowd with more females than males and only 16 customers total. Also went to Fresh Boy, Moonlight and Dream Boy again. Have already reported on those and nothing new to add. All-in-all is has been a great trip. Already planning a return trip for later in the year. Tentatively looking at November and staying for three months…provided they don’t change the 60-day visa to 30 days. Want to do the 60-day plus 30 day extension if possible. Might investigate the Multiple Entry Visa as well. Will include more details about that in my follow-up post about Cam.

continued…Installment 28: Had an ok night, but thinking about the drive back to Bangkok and not sure if my body was functioning at a normal level I decided it was probably a good idea to skip breakfast and just had water. ok…please don’t chastise me…lol. I admit it…I am a spoiled American. While I do enjoy taking public transportation, for some things I just prefer door to door service. So at the recommendation of a forum member, I booked a car/driver with LimoPattaya. Picked me up at Zing exactly on time at 10am. Traffic was light up until we got into central Bangkok, so the driver made very good time. Provided bottled water, told me to let him know if I wanted to stop anywhere along the way, professional and friendly service. Advanced booking online, but no payment required in advance to make the reservation. Price included tolls, which seemed to be many along the route. Cost was THB 1600, plus I gave him 200 tip. I know, I know…there are cheaper options out there. I wanted to be picked up at the hotel and dropped off at condo, so I was willing to pay the price for that service. Already had a text from Cam before I had a chance to let him know I had arrived back in Bangkok. Hopeful that I have no health related issues like I did in Pattaya the day before, because it is going to be a crazy, hectic race to the finish line. Already know I will need to spend some time with Paradise guy, Chaichana guy and Green massage are asking me if we can meet one more time, Banana guy actually did text me when I was out to dinner at Dick’s Cafe. Simply told him I was in Pattaya. Didn’t offer any additional information. Think he is regretting the aggressive tone of his message now. Not sure if I will make any time for him before I leave or not. Undecided. Still want to make my way back to Ganymede, and a host of other shops I was planning to visit this trip but haven’t managed to get to just yet. Seven weeks seemed like a lot of time at the outset, but now I am having this sense of urgency. Also concerned about the status of my flights for the return trip. Paying close attention as jet fuel supplies dwindle in most of Asia and no end in sight to the Orange Overlords war games. I also want to spend most of my time with Cam. Decided to simply relax at the condo the rest of the day. Had a text from Paradise guy, but said I wasn’t feeling well and would let him know a good day for us to meet. Skipped lunch as well and continued with water only up until dinner time with Cam. Met at our usual time and location, 8pm at Midnight Bar. This time we both went upstairs to give mamasan the off fee as I wanted to confirm plans for the 3-days. Made sure mamasan clearly understood Cam was mine! Went to Sarica again as it is good and also convenient. Ate inside the A/C. Just had some rather bland noodles, avoided anything spicy, and only ate about half of my dish. I was feeling ok, but not wanting to take any chances or push my body too much. Saving as much of that for Cam as possible. After dinner, I asked him which show we should go to and he actually had an unusual but admirable request. He asked if I would mind going to Hotmale, because there had not been many customers and he really wanted to support the club and his friends. I enjoyed the show at Hotmale, so that was fine with me. He said a couple of nights they didn’t even have the show because there was not a single customer at show time. Most of the bars and clubs are noticing a significant decline in customers due to the situation in the Middle East. The comment I hear most often is peopler are leaving Thailand trying to get home, but nobody is coming to Thailand at the moment. Customers are canceling or postponing their travel plans until this mess is sorted out, or airlines have canceled flights due to lack of jet fuel. No win situation for businesses here. So, we went to Hotmale and earned some bonus points with mamasan. Handful of other customers…all Asian…two groups of two females and another group of two guys and a female…plus me and Cam. Not a huge crowd, but better than nothing. After the show we headed back to the condo for our usual routine…shower, wild thing, sleep. Slept late, went for some breakfast, then Cam went to the fitness room where he worked out and I simply admired the view. I can never get enough of that view. After his workout, we said our goodbyes and he headed back home. No sooner had Cam left and I returned to the condo than I received a text from Paradise guy. His usual…what are you doing. Said I was thinking about going to get a manicure. He informed me he had taken the day off and was coming to see me. No previous discussion about this. Total surprise. Guess he didn’t like the fact I put him off the day before since I wasn’t feeling well. Anyway, he said he would be at my place around 1pm. That gave me a chance to tidy up a bit and hide any evidence of an overnight guest. lol. Showed up with a container of those small, white coconut pancakes I like but are difficult to find, plus bael juice. Strange combination. First time I have actually had bael juice and enjoyed it, but not so much with the coconut pancakes. Chilled out watching YouTube videos on television before deciding it was time to take a late afternoon nap. Naturally, we needed some physical exercise before the nap. Needless to say we were exhausted after all of that exercise and slept a good two hours. Took a shower and then he headed home. All in all, a wonderful afternoon. I should probably be writing that this was the end of the story for the day…that I rested in the evening for my upcoming three days with Cam. However, things took an interesting turn of events and the stars aligned perfectly. What was originally going to be three days/nights with Cam turned into six days/nights. This includes the overnight after returning from Pattaya. After Paradise guy went home, my plan was to just relax and chill out at the condo. Wasn’t really entertaining any thoughts of going anywhere. Then I received a message from Cam…well, several messages back and forth and we both ultimately wanted more time together since the end of my trip is approaching quickly. We were able to have a really good conversation that previous night which I will share in a different post. I will just say for now that he came back and stayed the night with me again. I told him at this point it was foolish for him to just go home on Friday and come back to me on Saturday…he might as well stay with me the entire time, and he readily agreed. Informed mamasan of the change of plans and paid the off fee for six days. Think I am becoming a VIP at Hotmale. lol. Of course, this puts a kibosh on all of my other meets. Willing to forgo all of that to be able to spend my remaining time with Cam. Sorry to leave everyone hanging, but I don’t think I will be online much or updating my trip report for the next few days. lol.

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.

What I thought was going to be a difficult conversation to have with Cam turned out to be quite easy using forum members as a jumping off point. With so many traveling forum members in Bangkok at the same time, Cam was able to meet a few of the members when getting together for our evening meetings. That allowed us to have some very serious conversations about a host of things…family, goals, dreams, relationships. He was curious about how we knew each other. I explained a little about the forum without going into too much detail, but said we had a shared love of travel, especially Asia in general, but specifically Thailand, and an appreciation for Asian men. Especially grateful to @jason1975, because I was able to use his boyfriend relationship as the starting point in our conversation. Not to drag this on forever, and also wishing to keep some of our conversations private, let me just say we are going to work on a boyfriend situation. I have no exact date for my return to Thailand. As of now, I am looking at November, December and January as a three month trial. Even though it is seven months away, which will be a bit of a struggle for me, I think we both need time away to be sure it is what we really want. I also need to recoup physically and plan for such a lengthy stay financially. Because my family will be doing other things this year over the holidays in November/December, it is a good time to get out of Denver...in addition to the winter weather. I need time to explore airfares and research Airbnb options. The free condo will not be available, and I don’t believe I will even share with my friends that I am planning a return trip. Otherwise, they will try to organize activities and I want this trip to only be about me and Cam. If anyone has any recommendations regarding Airbnb/3-month rental, please let me know…preferably in Silom/Sathorn/Bang Rak area. I will share that Cam originally came to Thailand legally for work. He was in construction. Pay wasn’t the greatest, and he said foreign construction workers are not treated very well. He also was a waiter in a restaurant. He has gone back and forth a number of times without any problems and was always able to renew his visa. That all changed with the border conflict so he is limited in what work he can do now with no visa and also unable to return home because it would risk his ability to return to Bangkok for work in the future. Kind of a catch 22 at this point. The objective for him and his other four siblings is to save money to build his parents a new home. They have lived in their current home their entire lives. They are rice and sesame seed farmers. The house is infested with termites and becoming very precarious. He has managed to save and send home 50% of what is needed to build the new house, so he stays in Bangkok and does this work since he is the youngest, single with no children. His other siblings are all married and have children. Once they have enough money for the new house, he plans to return home. That has been part of our discussions, because I certainly would not want to be living in Bangkok if he has returned to Cambodia (near Siem Reap). Anyway, we did quite well together for seven days and both of us are interested in making this work. Three months will put things to a real test, bring new or unexpected challenges, and either make us or break us. We shall see what the future holds. We would live together in the Airbnb over the three months. He wasn’t really looking for a relationship, nor was he hoping for a sponsor. Knowing myself, once I return to Bangkok in the fall I will probably take on most of the responsibility for our living expenses to allow most of his money to be sent home. I am sure there are obstacles we will face that neither of us has thought of or talked about. Appreciate hearing any words of wisdom or advice from forum members.

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!

Hi everyone! Two weeks ago I got back home from a very nice trip to Dubai (before the war started) and Thailand and I want to share my experiences with you. I will write a separate trip report for my time in Thailand. This one only covers the 5 days I spent in Dubai. It was my first time in Dubai and it had never been too interesting to me to actually visit, but for this trip I just wanted to explore a new destination for a few days and Dubai seemed to be the right choice. I arrived on a Sunday morning and took the metro to my hotel. I specifically picked a hotel close to a metro station as that usually gives you quite some budget friendly and quick transportation options without having to use taxis/grab/bolt/etc. all the time. I did a bit of sightseeing and of course also had a look at Grindr and Romeo. Using a VPN, it was no problem to access the apps. I was surprised about the amount of guys using face pics. There were lots of Filipino and Indian guys, a few Arabs, and a few Africans. I had not specifically planned to hook up in Dubai but one guy from Senegal had gotten my attention, and I couldn't say no to that African twinkish jock, who was in his mid twenties. We chatted for a bit and I asked to meet him the next evening. I was really nervous how things are at hotels in Dubai. The elevator/stairs of my hotel were opposite of the reception and there was always a security guy present. Mister Senegal asked for my room number and name, in case he needs to register, but I wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to share that so I didn't and suggested to meet in front of the hotel. About 20min before our date I went outside of the hotel for a cigarette and waited next to a couple of other guys just sitting and smoking. He arrived on time and looked very handsome. We chatted a little and I used my very rusty French (language) skills. The profile pics definitely didn't lie and he was indeed a French speaker so Senegal could definitely be his country of origin. I felt a little anxious when we walked towards the hotel entrance, just totally unaware if anyone would stop or question us. No one did, we quickly got in the elevator and went to my room. He wasn't particularly shy and we had a pleasant time together. He certainly tasted good 😋. I didn't have much local currency on me, so I had offered him 50 Euros when we were chatting before, which he was happy about. He told me it was only his second month in Dubai and that he was looking for a job in a hotel. Once we were finished he left and I was very satisfied. I arranged a second date with him for my last night in Dubai. Same procedure with meeting in front of the hotel. This time I wasn't that anxious, considering how easy it was the first time. This time, the security guy interfered though, when we wanted to get into the elevator and asked if he was registered as a visitor. Pure awkwardness on my side in that moment but Mr. Senegal didn't seem to bother and just quickly showed his ID at the reception who typed in something on her computer and in about 1 minute we were good to go. It was pretty obvious what was happening, but the hotel staff stayed discreet and I might have even noticed a little smile from the muscular Arab security guy. I wouldn't have said no to him either... I still had a bit of a bad feeling if the visitor registration would cause any issues when checking out from the hotel. Anyway, we went up to my room and I enjoyed the time together with Mister Senegal once more. It was equally fun as the first time and once we were done and he had left, I started to prepare my luggage for the departure the next day. At checkout, there was no mentioning of my visitor or any extra charge, so I was relieved and glad that I took the opportunity to add Senegal on my list of nationalities I had sex with. My flight left Dubai on February 26 around 6pm towards Kuwait, where I had a connection to Bangkok. Considering the tension between the US, Israel and Iran the weeks prior, I was glad that my stay in Dubai was unaffected. Only short after my arrival in Thailand did I realize how lucky I actually was to still get out of the Gulf region just in time, when I read about the start of the war the next day. My next trip report will come soon and focus on the fabulous time I had in Jomtien and Bangkok. Cheers, Tom

continued…Installment 25: Had a restless night as the A/C unit in my room does not work the greatest. Should probably have requested a room change. As a result, I slept a little later than usual, then headed down to breakfast. Caught up on emails and messages, then showered and decided to go out for a little people watching and something cold to drink. Zing Resort and Spa is a good location. Facility is a little dated for sure. Breakfast is buffet and okay for me. They will do eggs to order. Mixed bag as far as other guests…many single males, which I would expect, but a fair number of couples and even families. I detected a number of Australians, and also many Russians staying here. Room is large with a private patio. Bathroom is small. TMI probably…but when sitting on the toilet my knees are literally touching the wall opposite. Barely enough room in the shower for one or even to turn around completely. Rather disappointed by that. Pool area is nice. Would I stay here again…probably, but also want to try the Agate if I return in the future. Walked to the end of the street which runs into Soda Massage. There is a coffee shop with nice outdoor sitting area. I had my favorite Thai Iced Tea and was able to observe two massage shops directly across the street…MV Massage and Pattaya #1 Massage. Turns out they are listed as two separate shops but in reality it seems to be the same with side-by-side buildings. Same therapists, anyway. This gave me a chance to observe the guys as they gradually arrived for work and make my choice from a distance before actually approaching the shop. Once I had my therapist picked out and had finished my drink, I left the coffee shop and proceeded out like I was going to walk back to my hotel. Naturally, one of the guys grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the shop…massage, mister? Oil massage? 60 minutes? Of course, I was counting on this. Looked at their sign as to what they were offering, saw they had aloe vera lotion, and price was the same as Soda…THB 400 for 60 minutes. I was noncommittal about massage until I confirmed I could pick the therapist. Once he said yes, I pointed directly at the guy I had been watching the last 30 minutes. Deal was sealed. This shop was similar to Soda in that the rooms are really small cubicles large enough to have a massage table but not much else. Walls do not go floor to ceiling, so privacy is an issue. At least I was the only customer at that time, so not many loud noises or other voices to distract from the environment. Only male therapists, but female manager. Hooks on wall for clothes. Offer of shower, but not required. Said I had just taken a shower at the hotel about an hour ago and was good. No problem with that. Communal bathroom, so no en-suite available. Turns out the guy I chose is from Laos. Been in Pattaya for two months. Will be going back home next week, but plans to return the following month. Before the massage even started he had stripped down to his underwear. No need to guess where this would end up. His massage skills were not nearly as good as the guy from Soda the night before, but he was much more sensual. Again, as things progressed and I flipped over there was no mention of special services or request for tip. If I had to guess, I would say he was gay. He actually initiated kissing, which I love, and the underwear vanished showing a nice sized rock hard appendage. Interesting to me he was willing to do everything except penetration. He said the police had raided the business last week and five of the guys were arrested. So when it came to penetration he said ‘no sex’. Shop not allow sex because of raid. From my perspective, everything else we did would also classify as sex, so not sure why they just consider penetration sex. In any event, I still left happy. The five boys had to pay a THB 30,000 fine each, and the shop did not help the guys at all. They had to come up with the money on their own. Not sure how the police determined the guys had engaged in sex at the shop?!? Anyone have thoughts about that? Or was this just a shake down by corrupt policemen. Gave the same tip as the night before, THB 1000 and 400 for the massage. He also asked me how long I was staying in Pattaya and wanted to exchange Line account info. Had a text message from Soda guy. Guess he saw me leaving the other massage shop in the afternoon and wanted to know why I didn’t stop by and say hello. Told him I honestly didn’t see him or know he was working at that time. I just walked directly back to my hotel, which was the opposite direction of his shop. I knew where this conversation was headed from the start…he wanted to know if I was coming back to see him tonight. I said I had plans to meet a friend for dinner, then we were going to visit a couple of bars on Walking Street. Didn’t promise anything. Said if I had time and saw him sitting outside I would say hello. Wanted to keep my options open in case something or someone peaked my interest at a bar. Was meeting forum member @bkkmfj2648 who lives in Pattaya for dinner at Dick’s Cafe. As I was walking to Dick’s Cafe, I noticed a bit of what I considered unusual activity outside of MV Massage and Pattaya #1. Couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something just didn’t look right and the actions of the few guys standing outside was not the usual engagement with passersby. Looked over at Soda and there was absolutely no guys sitting outside there. Not a single person. At first I was thinking business must be good, all the guys with customers and the rooms full. But my gut was telling me something wasn't quite right. Very strange that there was not at least one or two guys out in front. The place appeared deserted. Sent a text message somewhat jokingly to Soda guy that I stopped by once again but he was nowhere to be found. Didn’t get an immediate reply, which I didn’t expect if he was with a customer, but later he said there was a problem at the shops and he wasn’t there. He was at the beach. By this time I had connected with @bkkmfj2648 at Dick’s and I shared my observations. He immediately said the police probably raided the massage places…again. They had just done it last week. The guy I had in the afternoon at MV had mentioned earlier about five boys from the shop where he worked. Looking primarily for ‘illegals’ from Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam and Myanmar. @bkkmfj2648 said this happens often at the shops in Pattaya. He said the frequency could be because of the recent elections and the police in Pattaya probably want to prove to the higher ups in the new government that they are doing their jobs. Or, could be because of the ongoing conflict with Cambodia. Or, could be one of the officers needed a new iPhone 17 and decided to shake down the guys for the money. Who knows what their reasons are…maybe they are related to the Orange Overlord and don’t need any reason or justification. Just do as they damn well please…but I digress. Had a nice dinner with @bkkmfj2648 As I said before, it is nice to be able to put a face with an online name and share experiences/escapades. Talked about the gay scene in Pattaya and life in general. Enjoyed Dick’s Cafe. Food was good, cute waiters (tried to obtain a phone number without success), and overall great atmosphere. Good location to do some people watching as the entire area is very festive. Seemed to notice more older farangs in the Supertown Jomtiem Complex than I did in Silom area of Bangkok. Did not see many Chinese tourists, but did observe a number of Russians, especially at the Zing. After a nice casual dinner with excellent conversation we headed over to Sunee Boy to watch the show. I was really impressed with the choreography and energy level of the performers. The makeshift stage or platforms they were dancing on seemed a little dangerous and I was expecting someone to go crashing through the top at any moment. Interesting mix of traditional Thai dance interspersed with modern, high energy. Naturally, all twinks and had my eye on two in particular. Boys would flirt when on stage with eye contact, smiles, etc., but once they finished performing they didn’t really mingle with the customers but either went to Best Boy for costume change or to hang out with each other. Really was a great show. After the show we headed over to M Bar, which is a pillow bar. Never heard that term before, so I had no idea what it meant. Also never heard of a boom boom room above the bar if you wanted some play time with one of the guys. Got a good education in Pattaya. Some cuties at this bar, too, and very friendly. One in particular peaked my interest. However, throughout the evening I had been keeping in touch with Soda guy to make sure he and the other guys were safe, if they had returned to the shop or were still at the beach…bottom line is they did not receive the all clear to return so a large number of them where still hanging out together at the beach. This means none of them made any money for the evening. He was very good at using that against me. He read me like an open book. It didn’t take too much twisting of my arm to invite him to the hotel. Forget massage. Just the fun part. I wanted to make sure he could get to the hotel safely, though. Last thing I wanted to happen is him get picked up by the police because he was coming to meet me. He assured me he could get there safely, so I agreed. @bkkmfj2648 and I said our goodnights, discussed possibly going to Pattaya City clubs the next night, then I was meeting Soda guy at 11:15pm in front of the hotel. Otherwise, I definitely would have been offing one from M Bar.

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.

Foodland at certain times is a great place to meet people. Typically from 7:30pm to 9:30pm before the guys at bars go to work. Also from 11:30pm to 1:30am. That's because many guys at bars end work at 1:00am and they sometimes pop by at Foodland supermarket on their way back home. If you meet them earlier than 1:00am, they are usually seated with customer who had just offed them. And so it was at about 1:05am when Handsome Guy and I were about to finish our supper when I spotted a familiar guy dash into Foodland supermarket. He works at Freshboys and is a good friend of my guy. Fair skin but lean muscular with well-defined and very hard abs. I call him Abs Guy. I got up and went into supermarket. I spotted and greeted him. He was buying packet of detergent. I offered to buy him supper and of course he said yes. After he paid for his detergent, he joined Handsome Guy at our table. They know each other of course. All Vietnam guys in the trade know each other. I have always wanted to off Abs Guy because of his hard abs but could never do so as my guy works in same bar. In fact, they stand on stage side by side next to each other every night as their numbers are in sequence. Since my guy was away (and he gave me go-ahead to off guys in his bar), I asked Abs Guy for an off tomorrow night. Yes, he said. I said I would go to his bar tomorrow. With that, we parted ways. I went back to condo with Handsome Guy, a great end to an enjoyable day.

Night 1.75: The Nightcap I felt really good. It was 1:30 AM, and any travel-related fatigue was long gone. I was over the hump. The time difference between home and here meant it was the middle of the afternoon in California. And there’s nothing like coming out of the afterglow of a good orgasm. Mission accomplished, I would say—especially considering that this was just a side trip within a larger Europe trip. I was fully aware of how late it was, though. I had scoured trip reports and tips from this site and elsewhere online and was under the impression that the prime hours for boy hunting were 4 PM to 8 PM. On my way back from the lockers, I didn’t see much traffic, unlike an hour earlier. There were some clients and boys roaming around, but nothing really caught my eye. Plopping myself back down at the bar, I had to call for the bartender—who was in the back room, probably sleeping—for service. There was no one else in the bar area, nor in the pool or the nearby table-and-chair setup. Oh well, I thought. This was a good start to my discovery of this sauna. As I downed my water and looked at my phone—debating whether to leave or go to the middle floor to see if any boys were still around—an angel suddenly appeared to save me from leaving. He was tall, lean-muscular, with a healthy treasure trail from his belly button that disappeared into his low-slung towel. He seemed younger, maybe early 20s. He looked like a lighter-skinned Arab—someone who would fit in any sauna in Brazil, though perhaps a bit fairer than most. He came up to me right away and offered his hand. “Hello, how are you?” he said in Spanish. I told him I was good. He pulled up a chair next to me and sat down, probably so he wouldn’t tower over me. I asked what he was still doing there so late. He said he had arrived late and that there weren’t many clients when he got there. He mentioned that he had seen me talking to the man-guide earlier and decided to stick around. He then asked whether I was more comfortable speaking in English or Spanish. I asked him the same, and he said he preferred Spanish but could try English. We stuck with Spanish. I asked where he was from, and he said Morocco. I asked if there were many Moroccans working there. He said he knew of at least two others but hadn’t been there long enough to know more. I found the idea of a Moroccan working in a sauna interesting—even if Morocco is geographically close to Spain—and wondered about his status, whether he could work legally, and how long he could stay in Europe. I had asked Pedro the same question earlier, and he said he traveled regularly to Switzerland and the U.K. to reset his EU stay clock. But first things first—I’m a gentleman, so I offered him a drink. He chose a Red Bull, just like the man-guide before him—probably the drink of choice before every encounter. He offered a toast, and I clinked my water glass against his Red Bull. “Salud!” he said with a smile, then downed it. I told him I had just had sex and needed a moment to feel “alive” again. He laughed and said he knew—he had spoken with the man-guide upstairs. Then he took my hand and placed it in front of his groin. I gave it a squeeze. He glanced around to see if anyone was watching. The place was deserted, and the bartender had retreated back to his post. He opened his towel to show me what he had. It was a good size, soft, resting naturally on his balls. I gave it another squeeze, this time without the towel. He started to come alive. So did I. I pulled back. “Do you kiss?” I asked. He said yes. Again, he looked around, covered himself again with his towel, then leaned in. It wasn’t a deep kiss, but he did open his mouth. He pulled back and smiled—very handsome. Not everyone kisses like Brazilians I guess, who use their tongue like it was panning for gold in your throat, but I figured he might do better in a more private setting. We talked more—about Barcelona, Morocco, my trip to Casablanca in the past, and his hometown near Marrakech. I asked why he worked here. He said he was saving for school and to help his family. A familiar story. At that point, no one else had come into the bar. No one else to choose from. And he was very attractive, sexy, and sweet enough to make another round worthwhile. I reached under his towel again, tugging lightly. He responded. At least he could get hard with my touch—promising. I continued until he was fully hard. I pulled the towel aside and saw that he was indeed well-endowed—long, straight, and inviting. A few more strokes, and he said, “I can come for you.” I've done enough research to I know the commonly understood pricing structure: 50 euros for 30 minutes, 100 if the guy finishes. I considered asking him to confirm but decided not to. I’d see how it played out. “Vamos,” I said. He stood, adjusted himself, grabbed condoms and lube, and led me upstairs to a cabin. Once inside, he dropped his towel and removed mine. He started by kissing me—more assertive this time. Still not Brazilian-level, but good. He had to crouch slightly to meet me. “Do you take PrEP?” he asked. I said yes and asked him the same. He nodded. That settled things. I guess bareback is in the menu tonight as it was earlier. He stayed hard the entire time—probably thanks to youth. He was fairly passionate and finished as promised. I was satisfied—more so than the guy before. Afterward, heading to the showers, I saw only three other people in the place. I couldn’t tell if they were clients or workers. We both returned to the lockers. It was nearly 2:30 AM, so I changed to my street clothes since I don't think I'll be going for round 3. I took out two 50-euro bills from my wallet. He was waiting in the bathroom near reception. I handed him the money, making sure he saw that it was 100 euros. He took it, gave me a hug and a goodbye kiss, and said he hoped to see me again. I said the same and told him I had a good time. I handed my locker key to the receptionist and paid for my drinks. Outside, it was colder than earlier. Walking back to the hotel, I realized how hungry I was—I hadn’t eaten in about 11 hours since my layover in Frankfurt. Fortunately, several mercados and kebab shops were still open. I chose a kebab place just two minutes from the sauna. A handsome young man—maybe Arabic or Indian—was behind the counter. I ordered a beef shawarma for 5 euros. As he prepared it, he asked if I wanted everything on it, pointing to the ingredients. While adding them, he looked at me and said, “China?” I laughed—I’m used to that. In Brazil, they would say “Japa.” I said, “Sure!” and laughed. He laughed too. No reason to correct him. He was very handsome. I wondered if he knew about the rent-boy sauna nearby—he might earn a lot more slinging his meat at clients than slinging some shawarma meat on flatbread. After paying with Apple Pay, I headed back to the hotel. I finished the shawarma even before arriving at the hotel - I was that hungry - and tossed the wrapper in a bin near the elevators. In my room, I took off my clothes, turned off the lights, and went straight to bed. I fell asleep almost immediately—the weight of transcontinental travel, combined with the night’s activities, was enough to knock me out until morning. Next: Barcelona—and the sauna—on a Saturday.

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.

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.

Very hot day, around noon, app is showing 24C but it's clear sky and no wind, feels hotter. I walk to Cornish beach area, 3.5 km, it's hot. Sit there an hour, decide to take a motorbike back to town. No available motorcycles at inDrive app. I stop a regular taxi cab on the main road, it is basically a straight road back to Sheraton, we agree on 50 local, 90 cents US. Driver maybe 30, skinny, rough looking, on a phone the whole time, the other hand casually on a steering wheel. It's fun to see how relaxed drivers are here, also explains why accidents are waiting to happen any moment. I put my hand on his crotch, he makes disapproving noises, I quickly take my hand away, he keeps talking on the phone as if nothing happened. A move like this could easily end with a smack on a mouth in Estonia, but here it doesn't rise an eyebrow, always a refreshing change from upright Eastern Europe and good change from a boring afternoon. In about 2 minutes we reach civilization, he ends his call, and casually says 'how much'. I take our the phone and type 600 in calculator app. '5 minutes, my friend'. He keeps driving through Sheraton Rd towards airport, that's where the abandoned construction sites are, pulls slightly off the main road, stops the car, engine running, opens his fly, I blow him, he comes within 3 minutes. We drive back, I get our at McDonald's. It's still hot outside.

The evening hour: Is three truly a crowd? I’ve talked about this topic many times over. Who doesn’t want an orgy where you’re the center of attention? I’ve had my fair share of threesomes in the past—free guys, free-and-paid combos, and all paid. To some limited success, sadly. There is always going to be some politics behind every threesome, no matter how understanding everyone thinks they are about each other’s roles. The politics of being the third wheel in a boyfriend sandwich, for example, risks having pre-existing drama between the pair play out in the scene. Pairing two rent boys together, without knowing if they play well with each other, risks frustration—with you having to commandeer the whole situation just to guarantee yourself your intended result. Unless you have three utterly versatile individuals, or an overly active top with two bottoms eager to please and be pleased, there’s always some element of taking direction from someone in the trio—or a turn-taking aspect to the scene. What if one person is getting all the attention from another? Sometimes the third gets left out and has to awkwardly wait their turn. Threesomes seem excellent on paper—the promise of more bodies, more cocks, more orgasms—but the reality, at least for me, doesn’t deliver as well as a focused, direct, and deep connection with one individual. Which is not to say I don’t like threesomes. I do, and I usually welcome the opportunity when it presents itself, but it’s rare that I seek it out. It’s always someone on Grindr, for example—after messaging me and agreeing to meet—who then asks if I want to add a third, usually someone specific they already have in mind. Oftentimes, that person can’t host, and I can, so they conveniently use my place for their orgy needs. If the offer sounds fishy or the third is fugly, then I won’t go through with it. But in the rare times that everything checks out, I find that saying yes more often than not turns out to be fun. With rent boys, I definitely never seek out a threesome. I like to discover these treasures one cock at a time, and with a threesome you tend to get limbs tangled up—hardly intimate. When it does happen, it’s usually with a boy I’ve known before. He already knows my wants and needs, and when he—or we—invite a third, it’s done with full consultation between both parties, not just me, the paying one. Usually, my rent boy friend preps the third beforehand so everything runs smoothly. So here I am. It’s almost 8 PM at Thermas, minding my own business, drinking my fourth Jack and Diet of the day. I know I’ve already come three times today—once with the Spaniard at the hotel, and twice with Thermas boys. Three is usually my limit before I call it a day. But at 8 PM, I’m not ready to leave yet. It still feels too early to call it a night. I notice the sauna has considerably emptied out after 8 PM. That seems to be the unofficial cutoff for most punters and boys here. Still, there are a few lingering—mostly Europeans, some Latinos—hanging around the bar. Man-guide, the Albanian who was my first lay here yesterday, is sitting close-ish to me, watching football on TV. He turns, stands up, hugs me, and asks how I’m doing. We get into a conversation for a bit before he offers his services again. I decline, saying I’m tired and just hanging out. Still, I’m reminded he has the exact look I go for but rarely find: working-class type, fit but not overly roided or gym-obsessed—just naturally built from good genes and real physical work. Tall, bearded, nice gray eyes. He reminds me of every hot dad I see at Disneyland. Fertile dad energy. And he still holds the award for thickest cock out of everyone I’ve been with so far in Barcelona. “Do you still not kiss?” I ask, already knowing the answer. He confirms—no kissing, no sucking. But then he proposes a threesome. He says he’ll find a boy who can do the kissing and sucking for him. He leans in close, grabs me, and whispers the rest of his pitch—this boy will be gorgeous, have a great ass for us to fuck, and will kiss me and suck both of us. He delivers it slowly, deliberately. I can feel his hot breath in my ear. And somehow, it’s working. I tell him maybe—it depends on the boy. I have to like him. He stands up, tells me to wait, and bolts upstairs. He comes back with an even taller guy. Early to mid-20s. Smooth babyface, lean, well-built body. Alabaster white skin that practically begs to be touched. He’s wearing shorts and shoes but no shirt—probably on his way out when the Albanian intercepted him. He sits next to me, shakes my hand, asks my name and where I’m from. “Good looking, yes?” the Albanian says. I silently agree. Turns out the guy is Colombian, which I wouldn’t have guessed. He speaks English, which helps. Honestly, if I were alone, I’d just take him for myself. But here we are. We head up to reception. The Colombian goes to change into a towel. I book the suite with the shower again—might as well do it right. All three of us head down. Door closes. Locks. The Albanian pulls out a fistful of condoms and lube packets, tossing them on the bed like he’s done this a hundred times. Then he starts giving instructions—who’s topping (us), who’s bottoming (him), what I like. He asks the Colombian if he’s on PrEP. He nods. That answers that. The Colombian hops in the shower. While we wait, the Albanian takes off my towel and tells me to lie down. No oils, just a quick, rough massage—enough to get things going. It works. The Colombian comes back, and while I’m facing down, he starts touching my ass. More instructions from the Albanian, and soon enough, the Colombian is rimming me. Then sucking. Then the Colombian sucks both of us. The Albanian has me sit up and tells the Colombian to kiss me. Finally. He lubes me up, then the Colombian. Before long, he tells the Colombian to sit on me—and he does, confidently, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. This goes on for a while, with the Albanian calling every shot—including mine. It’s a bit weird, honestly. Takes away some spontaneity. But the Colombian is fully game. I finish with the Colombian sucking me off while the Albanian fucks him from behind. The visual alone is worth it—straight out of a porno. After a few more thrusts, the Albanian pulls out, aims, and finishes across my chest. A successful threesome—with a touch of Albanian control freak energy. I shower in the suite. When I come out, they’re casually talking football like nothing just happened. We leave the room grinning. Worth it. I pull out 150 euros—everything I have left from my withdrawal yesterday. 100 to the Albanian, the mastermind. 50 to the Colombian. I have a feeling I’ll see him again. Next up: Sunday funday.

So this Jakarta stop was part of a bigger play… I booked a roundtrip business class ticket originating in Asia because, as many of you know, fares can be way cheaper starting out here. That part worked and this was the return part of that trip, also earned enough frequent mile points almost for a free 1-way business class ticket. What I didn’t factor in? Eid- Marking the end of Ramadan , I thought I missed a bullet by avoiding Ramadan and also "Quiet Night" in Bali, but totally unaware of this one 😬 Specifically mudik, when half of Jakarta disappears back to their hometowns. In 2026 it hit March 21–22, with the exodus starting around the 18th… and yeah, I landed right in the middle of it. Result? The city empties… but the hotels fill up with families doing a staycation. My hotel was absolutely packed with families. Kids everywhere. Screaming, running, having fun. At one point I thought I’d accidentally checked into a daycare center with room service 🥺 Meanwhile, the guys I actually wanted to see? All back in their villages. Returning… the day I leave. Of course Apps were quiet too. A few “back Thursday” messages on Romeo. Thursday = my departure day. Perfect timing. Lesson learned: these local holidays matter. A lot. Now the question is how the hell you keep track of all of them 🤷‍♂️ Hotel life: still worth it On the upside, I got a suite upgrade. Staff remembered me, knew my preferences in the lounge and restaurant, everything and everyone welcoming. That part of Jakarta always feels easy. Just… screaming children this time. And honestly, looking around, every family had like 4–6 kids. I had a moment of reflection: no alcohol + lots of free time… yeah, lot's of fucking going on, trying to move into 3rd place for most populated country, lol The “quiet apps” still delivered Despite the slow scene, one familiar face popped up. A guy I’d seen 2 years ago spotted me on Grindr. Still hot (better than before actually), still great body, still loves to talk. Came over, and we ended up spending hours just hanging out… drinks, conversation, a massage that turned into crazy sex… 500k IDR (~30 USD). He even stayed overnight, which is not usually my thing, but he wanted to experience the breakfast here, so OK 😏 Another long-running global trend continues: Guys who were “strict tops” on previous trips? Versatile this time around. I’ve seen this for decades. Never fails. @Keithambrose have you already been converted? Backup plan turned surprise highlight One night he had to go pick up his sister at the airport, so… backup plan. Another guy from Grindr. More average looks, nothing that jumps off the screen. But wow. Great massage. Even better sex. And it just reinforces something I’ve believed forever: The best-looking guys are not always the best sex. The average guys? They work for it. Less opportunity, more effort, better results 🍆 Seeing him again tonight, last night in Jakarta. Next stops and patterns I’m starting to see Normally I’d go straight to Bali from here, but switching it up: Surabaya for 3 nights, then Bali. A guy I met there 2 years ago started messaging me again while I was planning this trip… and that was a sign to make a stop there. Some experiences are worth repeating and the places and things we do for a night or 3 of "fun" Hotel upgrade already confirmed there too, so no complaints, I knew they'd upgrade to a cool suite so I factored that into stopping here, not just for the sex 😁 Indonesia… still underexplored (for me) I’ve only done 4 cities here so far, which feels like nothing for a country this big. I have a German friend who goes deep into the smaller towns and villages and always comes back with stories that sound… unbelievable. Me? I’m still very much a big city guy. But there’s a new category: Size queen… but geographically. Big cities only. For now 😝

Afternoon Interlude: Gotta Stick to What Works Something I notice about Thermas Barcelona is just the sheer size of it. Maybe it wasn’t full, which made it feel bigger, but either way, it’s easy to disappear in this place without any effort. The free cabins are useful for that, sure, but there are also plenty of nooks and crannies tucked just out of sight—away from the bar, for example. Because this sauna basically runs 24/7, those hidden spots become prime real estate for certain “homeless” boys—guys who don’t really have anywhere to go, especially when they first arrive in Barcelona. I’m sure that after a few €50 sessions with clients, those unhoused boys can start putting something together with their life and actually rebuild. I’ve seen this phenomenon everywhere, but especially in Colombia. Venezuelan boys—young enough, hot enough, hung enough or bootylicious enough—flee their country’s impossible economy and try to start over in Colombia. Colombia has its own thing going on with webcam studios—Chaturbate, LiveJasmin, OnlyFans—all of it feeding into what’s basically a decentralized porn industry studio system. These "studios" are usually headquartered in residential houses, with bedrooms converted into sex sets that double as actual bedrooms to sleep in when not in use. A lot of these boys, broke when they arrive, end up sleeping there until they can save enough for a place of their own. Brazil has a version of this too. Some saunas, or even some homes owned by sauna managers and owners, act like halfway houses for boys coming out of favelas or other Brazilian states. Some saunas even advertise this setup as a way to attract fresh meat. Pedro—my ex-Brazilian—took advantage of this at Thermas. As I settle back at the bar, waiting for my cum to regenerate and enjoying a well-earned drink, a boy-next-door type waves at me from across the room to get my attention. He’s decent-looking—not stunning like some of the others, but not bad. OK body—not fat, not ripped, no abs, but serviceable. He’s got a beard, which works for me. Overall, pleasant enough. I wave him over. He asks if he can get a drink—I nod and motion to the bartender. Whisky, straight. He pulls up a stool close to mine and sits. We start talking. His Spanish is decent, and he tries some English, not very successfully, but he keeps trying. Then he starts his pitch—shows me his cock (not huge, not small). I tell him no, but I appreciate the offer. We keep chatting, and I find out he’s Romanian. That catches my attention. I’ve never knowingly been with a Romanian before. He picks up on that slight shift in interest and tries again. I say no again—this time softer. He’s actually kind of endearing. Could be fun. But there are a lot of other options here—guys with more to offer: better looks, bigger cocks, the usual. I’m just not in the mood for him. Then comes the final move—the sob story. He says he’s homeless, arrived a month ago, couldn’t find regular work, so now he’s here. Doesn’t have enough money to go back to Romania, so he’s trying to save up for a ticket. I ask if he’s staying with friends. He says no—he sleeps in the sauna. I ask if management allows that. He says it’s informal. Most of the time, they don’t mind. But not all the time. On Saturdays—today—the boys have to leave at 10 PM and can’t come back until noon Sunday. That’s when the sauna flips into a regular gay party space—DJ, drugs, sex, the whole thing, within the sauna confines. So I ask him where he goes. He says other saunas—Sauna Casanova or Sauna Bruc. Both within walking distance. I didn’t even realize there were other spots like this in Barcelona. He says they’re not really “boy saunas,” but he still manages to get business there. Times are hard. You adapt. I tell him I appreciate the company, but he should probably get to work before they’re kicked out at 10. It’s already 6 PM. He looks disappointed. Maybe another time, I’d have the headspace for him. But right now, I’m hunting for something else. I turn my attention back to the bar and notice two boys standing over a client they clearly know. One’s very twinky—not my type. The other, though—more twunk. Great Latin face, smooth muscle, not bulky but clearly worked, insane abs, great ass. No beard, but it works. He’s wearing white underwear instead of a towel, which already sets him apart. Maybe I was staring, because he suddenly hugs the client, gives him a deep kiss, and then makes his way straight to me. Argentinian. 25. Magnetic as hell. He knows exactly how to present himself—angles, posture, timing. No hesitation with contact. He gets close immediately, touching me, stroking my neck, then kisses me without asking. Deep. Slow. Intense. One of those full-on, French kisses that just keeps going longer than you expect—and longer than you probably deserve. Okay. So this is how Latinos kiss. There’s nothing else like it. Not here. He asks about my preferences—I don’t even think he listens to the answer. Just smiles and says, “I do it all.” And yeah—he means it. He’s already grinding against me where I’m sitting. I finish my drink fast. At that point, my dick has already made the decision. He asks if I want a free cabin or a paid room. I know about the paid rooms but haven’t tried them yet. Figured—why not now, why not with him? We head upstairs to reception. I ask for a room with a private shower. The receptionist hands me a key. The Argentinian grabs it, checks it, and leads me back down. The room is tucked away in one of the hidden corridors. Decent size. This one has a dungeon setup and a sling. Maybe he plans to use everything? And then the deed. No exaggeration—he delivers. Fully. Kisses like it matters, sucks like it’s his last meal, gives it like a madman, takes it like a champ. No clock-watching. Orders drinks mid-session. Even pauses for conversation before switching things up—like an intermission before the next act. Five stars. Easily one of the best I’ve had—and that’s saying something. Latinos just know what they’re doing. One thing I really appreciated about the private room: the en-suite shower. Makes a huge difference when you’re switching roles and need a quick reset mid-session. I give him €100. Honestly, I should’ve given more. He came, so technically the rate was fair. But still—I like rewarding performance. Good attitude, good energy, good delivery. Same way I treat my employees back home. And that kind of generosity? It tends to come back tenfold the next time. Next: a threesome, if you can believe it.

continued…Installment 24: I had no definite plans for the evening and was tired after the busy day. Debated whether I would even go out and decided to take a nap. Woke up around 7:30pm and decided I would at least walk around Supertown area and perhaps grab a bite to eat. Headed out after taking a shower. It was still early in the evening, so it appeared that things were just starting to get busy. I saw a number of straight couples exploring walking street, and way more Caucasian guys than I had seen in Bangkok. Of course, a good number of young Asian guys entertaining the Caucasian guys. The scene for me was similar to what I experienced in Soi 4 of Silom. Lots of outdoor seating at all of the venues, facing each other with walking street in the middle. Again, I was reminded of the face off staring competition we had as children. Who will blink first. Not surprised that Asian guys not attached to a farang had their noses buried in their phones. They would occasionally look up, someone might say hello or smile, then back to their TikTok, texting or game. Later in the evening there were young guys trying to persuade passers by to come inside for the show. I didn’t venture into any of the clubs. Save that for tomorrow night. Decided to check out the massage shops instead. Didn’t care for the shops on the main street (168 Relax, Beach, Bua Siam). Seemed to have more female workers than males at these three shops, and none of the males were of interest to me. Just didn’t like the overall look of the shops, either. Considered MV and Pattaya #1. May go back to one of them tomorrow, but settled on Soda as they had more guys and several that really interested me. Because I had gotten a little too much sun on the boat today, I chose a 60 minute aloe vera cream massage. Regular oil massage is THB 300 and the aloe vera cream was an extra THB 100. It is interesting to me that shops here do not offer 90 or 120 minutes sessions. Not an option at all. 60 minutes is the maximum. Rooms were basically mall cubicles large enough to hold a massage table and nothing else. No room to walk around the table. Walls did not go floor to ceiling, but had a huge gap at the top. No sound proofing whatsoever. The cubicles did have locking doors as well as a curtain. Hook on wall for hanging clothes. While they had nice calming music playing in the background, there were too many other noises for it to be a relaxing experience. Loud conversations among the guys, easily overheard other customers on either side of you trying to engage in conversation with the therapist, something that sounded like a commercial drill constantly revving up, no A/C unit in the cubicles…just an overhead fan. Communal bathroom with two shower stalls, sink and toilet in separate room. Common hallway from rooms to bathroom, so not a good experience if you are shy I would imagine. I believe there were five cubicles. Older gentleman using a walker and accompanied by an aide was in the cubicle next to me and kept shouting out for his aide. Very distracting indeed. I would classify all of the guys who work at the shop as twinks. My guy had no English skills, but we were able to manage with Google Translate on phones just fine. Btw, he was from Laos. Important fact to note later. Before starting the massage he removed his shirt. A promising sign. I wasn’t sure what to expect regarding massage, but it was actually better than I expected. The aloe vera was a good choice and very soothing on the sunburn. Started on my feet and worked his way up. Was expecting some more sensual elements when he got to the glutes, but nothing. As a result, I was thinking perhaps this was just going to be massage. When he started working on my back, he straddled my ass and I could very distinctly feel something dangling. At some point he had removed his shorts, so things were once again looking more promising. He had me flip over and from that point on there was no more massage…just play. Interesting to me is he never asked about extra or special services, nor was tip ever discussed. It seemed to me as this was considered as part of the package. He was definitely a willing participant, but had his limits. No penetration. Also important to remember for future post. Pretty sure he is straight. At the conclusion he asked if I wanted to shower and I actually declined. I was just down the street from Zing, so decided I would just shower back at the hotel…especially since he wasn’t planning on joining me in the shower. I mentioned (via translate) that we had never discussed tip and he only asked for THB 500. That seemed ridiculously low to me, so I gave him THB 1000 and he was very happy. He asked how long I was staying in Pattaya and if I would come and see him again. Provided his Line account info. lol. The therapist was just my type and provided excellent service. The shop, however, leaves much to be desired. I didn’t care for the overall environment at all. Much prefer the Bangkok shops. Took another stroll down Walking Street and decided after walking past the Mexican restaurant that I was a little hungry. It was 9:30pm, so the restaurant was very quiet…only one other customer who was visiting with the manager. Most people were at the bars by now. Food was actually very good and fairly authentic. I only had the Quesadilla, though, as I wasn’t that hungry. Several nice looking guys working here, but one in particular started two weeks ago and his English was exceptional. We chatted a bit, and since there were no other customers I invited him to join me…just for conversation. Invited him to get a drink and put it on my bill. He was very friendly…almost too flirtatious…which could give some people the wrong impression or idea. He is new and just a little too eager to please the boss and keep customers happy. Anyway, it was an enjoyable dinner with good company. I would definitely recommend and return to this restaurant. By now it was 11pm and I was exhausted from the day. I decided to head back to the hotel with no plans to stop along the way. Think that was a wise decision, because within 15 minutes of arriving in my hotel room it was like the clouds opened and there was a tremendous downpour. I seem to recall walking street is covered, so perhaps no impact to the bars from the rain. However, not all venues are protected so weather must have been a negative impact until closing time. And yes, I was just as flirtatious right back at him. Quite a bit of friendly banter went back and forth, and I really was hoping to persuade him to join me at Zing...but alas, no offing...at least not during working hours. lol.

@Latbear4blk that is Renan Kalany. I talked about him I think on a separate thread but I can repeat what I said. He is (was?) an OnlyFans and Instagram content creator that I had the chance to meet in 2019? during the New Year in Santos, São Paulo. He was a friend of a friend and a referral and he stayed with me (and friends) for about a week. He is a super sweetheart and it’s a shame I’ve lost contact with him during the pandemic and not sure what happened to him if he is still out there and available, though to be honest I have not tried to look or ask. Some pics to show who he is, and an x pic that I blurred. His x pics are readily available online. Just a note: I’ve never seen him at the saunas in Brazil. I’ve discovered through the years that referrals have been always the best times I’ve had in Brazil vs the ones I picked for myself. Probably because these referrals have been curated by people who know me or at least know what I like, and they have a wider network of friends and acquaintances to choose from. Im not knocking on the saunas tho. Im always there, everyday, whenever im in Brazil (and not working). Thanks @pylonguy71! I wish I had more time to do these as I am constantly on trips, but I figured I can do this one that is a fairly short trip. This was only a 2-3 night trip but as you can see how verbose I can be when it comes to trip reports. I’m glad you like it! At least someone does 🙂

The day after: Choices, choices I don’t think I even set an alarm to wake up today. The point of me spending these two days in Barcelona is to adjust to Europe time before my impending work trip. And since I’ve been to Barcelona a few times before, there was no need for me to go out and tour the city. These two days were only for rest and relaxation—and to me, this means spending some time checking out the lay of the land, so to speak. I look at the time—it’s about 11:30 AM. Not a bad time to wake up and still have time to have a quick bite to eat and maybe check out the gym in this hotel. I take a quick shower, notice my first hickey right away—it’s up near my right nipple, red and bruised, probably the Moroccan’s fault. I should be expecting a few of those before the weekend is done. I head off in the direction of the mall Arenas Barcelona, which has been a staple for me through the years, to find a bite to eat or get some last-minute clothes or kicks. On the way, I find a pretty crowded coffee shop (Morrow Coffee) and decide to get my bite there: I of course open up Grindr while I enjoy this latte. Some unopened messages from yesterday. I answer some and survey the current grid. Lots of hotties on display for sure. I get a ping from this random guy (cute-ish, Spaniard, says he is 25) who was pushing some gay tour around the bars of Barcelona. I didn’t need a tour of the clubs, as I have been to them many times before, but this would be useful for someone who needs to be oriented on the offerings of Barcelona nightlife. It’s a shame that the guy was selling tours and not himself. I would buy what he’s selling if that were the case. As I head back to my hotel, I give Pedro a cursory “Oi” and ask how he was. Unprompted, he tells me about his immediate plans. He tells me that he will be going to Thermas soon at 1 PM because he feels that there will be a better chance he would get clients earlier than later. This was a little bit earlier than what is common knowledge on the sites—that 4 PM–8 PM are prime boy times. As I get back to my hotel room, it is 12:45 PM. Should I head over to the sauna now, or should I check out the gym here? The buying clothes thing was just an excuse. **Decision #1: I go to the gym** Sex tourism is a marathon, not a sprint. And thus, with any physical activity, one must stretch first to last longer and to enjoy the activity better. So I opt for the gym. I told you I have stayed in this hotel before, but have not visited the gym at all, and thinking that this is a supposed gay hotel, the gym should be decent, right? Wrong. The gym was tiny. I guess that’s why they call it a “fitness center,” because this was not enough for any serious workout. Still, I had my mind set on working up a sweat, so I try my best to get it on the treadmill and push some weights and the chest machine they had. While I was working out, I got into an interesting convo on Grindr with a 35-year-old Spanish guy. He was tall (over 6 feet), with long light-brown hair, and cute. He seems eager to meet, and was conversing with me in English, so intentions were communicated fairly clearly on both sides. My fear in communicating in a foreign tongue that I have some fluency in—but am still subject to local lingo blind spots—is that things might be interpreted or communicated somewhat incorrectly, resulting in confusion upon meeting. It still beats using a translator, though, where translations can sometimes be even more confusing because Google Translate does not pick up on context well. As I finish up my workout, it is looking like this Grindr guy wants to meet. We have already exchanged photos of body parts, clear face pics, as well as us picking off the menu of gay sex options we were willing to partake in and which ones we enjoyed. There was a desire to meet on both sides. I had another decision to make: go to the sauna now, where there are apparently boys coming this early, or hook up with this Grindr guy? **Decision #2: I hook up with Grindr guy** Yes, I am potentially giving up one less orgasm, one less boy to hire from the sauna. But old habits die hard, and I quickly give him my address and room number, and a time to meet. He lived close by and was willing to travel, so I told him I would meet him in 30 minutes. I go back down to my room, tidy up the place for my gentleman caller, take a very, very thorough shower, and wait for him to let me know that he is in the lobby. I get the message from Grindr at 30 minutes, on the dot. I do love a punctual Spaniard. I head down to the lobby and see him sitting on a reception chair. He sees me and stands up. Yes, he is tall. Yes, he is photo-accurate, if a little bit tanner than what I expected. I can see the possibilities right away. And my dick responds right away to the hug he automatically gives me, followed by kisses on both cheeks. This was a proper hello for sure. What follows, of course, is only for the four walls of my hotel room to attest to. Suffice it to say that it was worth sacrificing some boy time for some local time, for sure. Anyway, after some post-coital convo about Barcelona, my next trip, and his work, he takes a quick shower and goes on his way. No more hug before leaving, which is fine. I tidy up the bed, take another very thorough shower, and am ready for the sauna. Shit, it was almost 3:30 PM, and I am going to need something to eat before the sauna. I could not eat anything big, oily, or starchy that will sit in my stomach for hours and impede my enjoyment at the sauna. After a quick search on Google Maps, I find Café Paradero, which had fairly healthy options to choose from. It was just a 5-minute walk from the hotel, so I hoofed it there to get my lunch. I got the acai bowl, which was exactly what I needed at this time. I was able to down that bowl in record time. I headed back to the hotel to brush my teeth (you can’t be too clean in these scenarios), and then was finally on my way to Thermas. It was 4:30 PM by the time I got to the reception area at Thermas. There were considerably more people on this Saturday afternoon than just hours before. Indeed, Saturday afternoon is one of the good times to go to Thermas. I changed into my towel and saw more clients as well changing and accessing their locker rooms. As I was about to head down to the bar area, I see Pedro, in his street clothes, emerging from the boy’s locker room. He sees me and heads over to give me a hug. “Coming or going?” I ask. “Going, I’m afraid. Sorry I can’t hang out today. One of my regulars really wanted me to be with him. I really wish you had told me you were coming, and I would have been able to hang out more.” “It’s okay. You have to earn money, right? I hope to see you on the next trip.” We exchange more small talk, but it was obvious he needed to leave. He gives me a final deep kiss, then goes through the door, and he’s gone. I head down to the bar area to get my first drink of the day. I think I earned it because I’ve already done a lot for the day. I see that the bar area also has way more people than before. All the chairs were occupied when I got there, but I sat down immediately when one chair became open. I ask for my usual Jack and Diet and survey the field. Looking around, I would say that there were two boys for every client on this floor. I see some clients sitting with two boys wrapped around them. I see a couple of clients who looked like they were boys, but soon were joined by an obvious boy, and I deduced they were a couple who played with boys in the sauna. I notice one client who was speaking to this boy. The boy had his back turned to me, but I could tell he was a stunner. He had well-arranged hair, broad shoulders, and blemish-free white skin. He was clearly gym-built, but not overly so, which was just perfect for me. They were speaking in another language. Perhaps Russian? I could be wrong, but both seemed to be talking as if it was their mother tongue. I catch a glimpse of the boy’s face. He seemed really young, maybe early 20s. Definitely white, so my Russian guess might be correct. Ukrainian? A possibility. I have zero radar when it comes to Slavic boys—I cannot tell them apart. I’ll need to get familiar, obviously. I was in no pressure. I had all afternoon. I kind of wanted to see what the deal was with this kid, but he was busy. Should I go upstairs to see if there were more choices to be had? Or should I wait for him to be available? Some other clients were eyeing him too. Seems like a popular boy. **Decision #3: I wait for this boy to be available** I was already within handshake distance. I could have tried to talk to him, but I waited, taking small sips of my drink. Some boys came up to me and tried to seduce me, but at this point I was only interested in one thing. I was patient and not in a hurry. After what I think was 30 minutes, the client finally left. Did he go just to pee? I didn’t hesitate. I gave the boy an “hola” and a light tap on the shoulder. He turned around. Wow—this boy is cuuuttteeeeee. He gave a little smile and met my hand for a handshake. “My name is Mike—and yours?” Well, Mike the Russian, i thought, let’s see if we can make this work. More with Mike and the rest of the boys, next.

continued…Installment 21: No texts from Banana guy, so I think he got my message loud and clear. Not sure I will see him again before my departure on April 2. Too many other fish in the sea. Decided on a quiet afternoon and didn’t schedule any activities. Met Cam at 8pm outside of Hotmale, provided him with off fee and since I have done that a few times now avoiding the need to buy us both a drink in the club I thought it would be wise to tell him give THB 200 tip to head mamasan to keep us in her good graces. lol. Decided to try Happy Beer Garden for dinner, but did not get the cashew chicken. I was in the mood for something different, so we ordered Tom Yum soup, Pad Thai w/shrimp, and deep fried chicken wings. We sat on the second floor in a room with A/C and some interesting decor on the ceiling. Artificial flowers outlined light fixtures and it almost looked like Christmas tree ornaments hanging everywhere. Food was good. Definitely a place I would go back to, but don’t think I would want to sit on the first floor as no A/C. Cam said that Sarica and Happy Beer Garden are owned by the same people. Not sure if that is true or not…forum members may be more knowledgeable about this. Too early to go back to the condo, so decided to check out another club. Went to Moonlight, since I had not been to this club on this trip just yet. Usual parade of number guys…I counted 11 guys in the rotation. 10 customers including us…mostly Asian guys, but one older Caucasian. One number boy was sitting with an older Asian customer. Eventually they would leave together. Just as I noted on my previous visit to this club, the number of employees far outnumbered the customers. Show started late and consisted mostly of the models. Got that same standoffish attitude from the models as I noticed the first time I visited this club. Headed back to the condo after the show, showered together, did the wild thing and spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms. Really enjoy the time I spend with Cam more and more. Going to be difficult leaving him behind. Slept later than usual, went for some breakfast, came back and took a swim, then went to the fitness room where he worked out and I simply admired the view. lol. Gym and exercise just not my thing, but enjoy watching him. After his workout, we said our goodbyes and he headed back home. I took a nice, long nap in the afternoon because in the evening I met Paradise guy. We went and grabbed some dinner, came back to the condo and watched a movie, did the wild thing, and he spent the night. He is not quite into the cuddling during the night like Cam is, but other wise was a nice evening once again. After we ate some breakfast he showered and headed off to work. I needed to pack a few things for a few days out of Bangkok. Friends are picking me up at noon. Won’t see any of my regulars for the next few days as am going to Pattaya in the morning with my straight friends. They have some sort of boat excursion planned on Sunday out to one of the islands near Pattaya that will include some snorkeling and BBQ. Plan on staying in Pattaya a couple of days on my own before returning to Bangkok Wednesday morning. Will be interesting to see what mischief I can find around Jomtien Complex.

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!

At 3:45pm, I made my way to Sun Massage where Thai gay massage guy was waiting for me. As we went up the stairs, we passed by the Viet guy whom I had massage with yesterday and he gave me a knowing smile. Session with today's guy was a wild affair. Only 10% massage and the rest is ... ahem ... best kept unsaid!

I would take Handsome Guy with me and E to EDT then supper then back to condo. We had drinks and did people watching at Midnight until 10:30pm. By then J's guy had arrived and they left together. At EDT, the shower show started at 11:30pm. Price was 600 baht with 2 drinks. We were glad we went in at 11pm. We could get seating against the wall and a round table to put our drinks. The place would gradually get crowded towards midnight. Two performers did the shower show - one Thai and one international guest. For this weekend, it was a tall lean model from Taiwan. There were also ladyboy diva singing. Think Stranger Bar with leg splitting and dramatic poses but in wet environment. Customers were also invited for games segment and lap dance with dancers. Handsome Guy enjoyed the experience. His first time in EDT. Two plus-sized half-drunk Russian ladies shared table with us. We toasted drinks but soon, they were getting closer to Handsome Guy. He's mine, bitches! E was quietly enjoying himself. I can't remember the exact time but probably half past midnight we decided to leave. E went back to his hotel while Handsome Guy and I went to Foodland for supper. .

Visited Big Boy bar on the 21st and thought would offer my observations. Am now killing time before my flight out so turned out longer than I intended, readers interested in dry facts please only refer to the next paragraph, khop khun krap. Tl;dr drinks at 400 baht, only Asian customers during my visit, while some boys were offered drinks didn't see any offs, shows similar to other bars performed at 10:30, around 12, and 1. The bar itself is indeed difficult to find and I would not have known of it without the help of this forum. Even with basic instructions (near derby king) I had to walk past it a couple of times before finding the entrance. Its entrance is next to a massage shop and while some Asian customers were deciding whether to get a massage (from the sheepish expression on one patron, maybe more than just massages?), I walked up to the barker for the bar and indicated I wanted in (I'd already walked past a couple times and he hadn't tried to get my attention - do I not look like I would enjoy watching naked boys on stage?) There was no price indicated on the menu, so I asked him the price (tao rai krap) to which he replied 400 baht (my efforts in learning my neung song sam sis wasted once again). Up the flight of stairs to discover the establishment to be around at half occupancy. They seemed to be mostly local (of both genders) with some Chinese? mixed in, if I had to guess. Indeed, during my stay, I think I only saw Asian customers. Ordered water (nam kaew, but I think I messed up the accent because the mamasan seemed amused), upon which I discovered this bar only had bottled water. I arrived close to 11, and the show soon ended with the mamasan promising the next one would begin in 40 minutes. Most of the customers left at this time, and only a couple of Japanese (of the fairer sex) arrived later so the bar was left sadly empty but I was offered a seat close to the stage, so silver linings? During the interval the boys came up on stage (2 groups that rotated every so often), more than 10 and similar to the number of boys at Hotmale, to my estimation. Some of them, like the bar name suggested, were big but had seen some years, but there were younger ones too. I had already offed a boy from another bar and was waiting for him to arrive so didn't call anyone over, but there were a couple I wouldn't have minded getting to know better. Soon after my boy arrived to discover that he and the mamasan knew each other (he used to be a manager at the building he stayed in?). As for the show, I thought it was similar to the shows at the other bars with a mixture of boys and lip syncing, but my boy was less than impressed by the show (mai sanuk) and he would be the expert on such matters. The show didn't feel too long, with the next one promised at 1am. We left (drinks were indeed si roi baht), grabbed some food at foodland and retired to the hotel. When we were leaving, one of the boys grabbed me and told me that he had seen me the other day going into another bar?, which told me that it was indeed time to head back home.

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.

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.

Good question, and it was something we did talk about. I don't know that I have a definitive answer. He has never had a girlfriend per se, but has been with girls for sex and enjoys that. He enjoys sex with men, too, and isn't inhibited or limited to just certain things. I would say he was bisexual. He has actually had a previous 'boyfriend' experience for a brief period of time with someone who was a customer at Hotmale. This was when his status was still legal and he was able to travel. They took a couple of trips together (Phuket and Pattaya) as well as spent time together in Bangkok. The customer was from another Asian country. This was a couple of years ago and once the Asian guy returned to his home country he basically ghosted Cam. Cam has not seen or heard from him since that time...at least this is what he has told me. Cam was honest about his future plans. He wants to make enough money to build the new house for his parents, then return to Cambodia and continue working on the family farm. In addition to growing rice and sesame seeds, he wants to raise goats and tortoises. I guess there is a lucrative market for both in Cambodia. We did discuss how his family might react if he returns home with this old, white farang. I think we would probably live elsewhere together, but nearby...not with the family. lol. During the conversations he has never expressed a desire to get married or have children. I specifically asked if he felt pressure from his family to do so and he said 'no'. His four siblings are all married and his parents have 14 grandchildren. That doesn't meant it won't change in the future, but for now it doesn't seem to be an issue. Having said all of that, I realize these are things he has told me and may not be 100% truthful or accurate. They could be things he is saying because he thinks that is what I want to hear. For all I know, he could actually be married and have three children! Just have to be able to filter through some of the things they say and sometimes it simply comes down to blind faith. Don't really know truth from fiction.

so i returned this weekend after i little over three weeks. i stayed at a very inexpensive but nice hotel in thonburi near where he lives. there were two local nightmarkets nearby and the the mall lifestore thapra. we spent a lot of time together and i met his two best friends he knew for many years (from school in nakhon phanom). for karaoke etc. one weekend before we wanted to go to koh chang he had to care for his nephew (6) because his sister was working. after she failed to pick him up in time we took the little one with us to koh chang. this was so nice, i am still beaming thinking back to these days. my birthday came up after we returned from koh chang and he chose a rooftop restaurant opposite wat arun for dinner. after dinner the staff surprised me with singing happy birthday an bringing a cake he bought alongside a beautiful handwritten card from him. i was really touched i have to admit. i am so happy how he includes me with his best friends and his family. this guy is the best thing that happened to me in a long time.

Hey everyone, this is the continuation of my Dubai trip report. I arrived at BKK in the morning of February 27. Luckily, I had an entire row to myself and could sleep quite well during the roughly 6h flight from Kuwait. Before immigration I got a SIM card from AIS and then waited for quite a long time in line until I was finally clear to enter Thailand. All my flight’s luggage had already been cleared and I couldn't find my checked bag at first. Eventually, I was guided to an unclaimed baggage counter and luckily, my bag was there. I did a bit of research beforehand and found the bus connection to Jomtien to be quite convenient so that was my plan. I went to the ticket counter and bought a ticket for the next available bus which was only around one hour later. In the meantime I just listened to a podcast and watched the people around me. About 15min before departure I was supposed to be at the ticket counter again and they directed all the passengers to the bus. My bag was loaded into the bus and I took my assigned seat. The seat next to me remained vacant and I didn't mind the extra space at all. The bus took off and after an uneventful ride we reached Pattaya. There were like two stops in Pattaya before the final destination Jomtien. The bus was perfectly on time, I grabbed my luggage and started the short walk towards my Airbnb in one of the Talay buildings. Check-in was a breeze and I was happy to unpack my stuff and take a refreshing shower. I already had some plans for the evening: when I was initially planning my trip, I asked for advice here in the forum and got in touch with the fellow forum member @bkkmfj2648 who gave me great advice and also offered to show me around the area. When I arrived at my condo, I texted him and he suggested we meet up for dinner. We met at the entrance of my building and went to Dick's for dinner. Right from the start we got along very well and that positive impression just manifested the more we talked. He showed me around Super Town and introduced me to the M Bar where we went first for a show and some drinks. For my personal liking, M Bar felt too “soft”. The guys were handsome but more on the super twink side. Although I'm totally not opposed to twinks, I do like it a little more masculine. We went to Candy Bar next and I could identify a bit more with the vibe there. Overall it was a good introduction to the Jomtien. When I got back to my condo, I gave myself a little treat as well. After my arrival in Jomtien I checked out Grindr of course and got in touch with a few handsome guys. One who I really liked was still available and was eager to come by. Perfect ending for a first day. To be continued…

Thanks for checking. Haven't been online much these last few days. What was originally going to be three days/nights with Cam turned into 7 glorious and wonderful days and nights. I promise to update everyone soon on my last few escapades and my time with Cam. The time with Cam may actually require a separate post, but will see once I get a chance to start posting again. Let's just say I am healthy and very happy.

On my last couple of holidays I stayed at the Zing next door to MBar, and ended up there most nights, but I would go to the Midnight show at 12, usually that little bit more raunchy, fuelled by several hours of boy drinks. Many customers leave at the end of the show, but some of us hang around, buying even more boy drinks. The remaining boys, anxious for late offs or extra tips, can become MUCH more friendly; open trouser belts, maybe zips down, and sometimes hands-on (yours and/or theirs) on those sofas at the end of the bar close to the now empty stage. 100 baht tips, 200 baht tips and 300 baht tips depending on developing activities. The Midnight show usually finishes by 1am, but it has often been 2 or 3am before my long-time companion and I have finally tipped out and stagger back to my hotel room next door. On such nights MBar seems only to close when the remaining customers stop spending! 🤣 When the last few deviants, such as myself, have stopped molesting the boys left the inside of the bar, Madam M is still usually sitting outside with other boys and the last few customers in the big setaed area at the front of the bar. Hopefully I shall be back again in September; can't wait! 🥰

Sunday morning kind of followed the same pattern as Saturday morning - breakfast at Foodland, laundry and shopping. I timed myself to be back by 1pm with shopping purchases so that I could go to Shenanigans to watch live broadcast of Formula One race. As I walked past soi 6, someone called out to me. "Hello!" It was a Viet guy who works at Sun Massage. He was carrying a backpack. Another Viet guy was walking with him and he also had a backpack. Second guy is a massage guy I meet regularly at Adam Massage on soi 4. Both of them had just arrived in Bangkok an hour ago. They were looking for a rental room. I naturally invited them to lunch with me! After lunnch, I also gave them small tip and wished them good luck in finding suitable rental room.

The Afternoon: Not all that glitters is gold So, I was still fresh client meat for these boys, as I noticed more guys coming up to me that I hadn’t seen last night. As I waited for Mike the Russian, three boys came up to me to make their sales pitch. The first one was a cute, fit, slim-ish Colombian. His pitch to me was pretty good—he spoke English, got really close so I could feel his smooth skin against mine, and went in for a very deep kiss that almost had me… until I remembered my goal was just inches away, and I was willing to wait. The second one was a Greek guy—bearded, light brown hair, white skin, and a pretty lean body with abs. He seemed chill and not too pushy, and his dick, when he showed it to me, was pretty big. But he said he didn’t kiss, so I had to pass for now. There was a third guy—another Colombian—tall, muscular, bearded, some tattoos, fairly handsome. I was about to talk to him when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the client with the Russian had stood up and started to leave. I shifted my focus back to Mike to see how he was. After a few sentences in Spanish, Mike the Russian switched to English—broken but intelligible, definitely good enough for what I needed to know from him. He asked where I was from, probably the most commonly asked question at the sauna—asked by both the boys and the clients, to each other and to everyone else. A truly international sauna, probably dominated by Latinos (Brazil and Colombia for sure), but with guys from all over Europe and South America. This trip, I still had to meet boys from Asia, North America, or even Australia. Seems like something I should do further research on. Some more small talk from the Russian—when I got here, how my trip was, when I was leaving Barcelona. As we traded sentences, I couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. Definitely no older than 22—really young—with the boyish voice to match. Gray or green eyes, sandy blonde hair, a boyish haircut. When he smiled, it really showed how young he was. I got down to brass tacks, asking what he did behind closed doors. Only top, kissed a bit, promised a good time. Easy sell. I knew I was getting him even before he turned my way. The beauty of it? Dirt cheap to try—50 euros. He asked for a Red Bull, which seems like the drink of choice for the boys. And the place had really picked up in the last hour. Lots of guys milling around, clients coming and going. Saturday afternoon seems like a good time to be here. I’ve heard the place is open 24 hours. I’m sure it’s not this crowded in the wee hours of the morning, but it’s nice to have options it being open at those hours, something you can't say about the Brazil saunas. It could even double as a love hotel if you think about it— for 24 euros each. As he finished his Red Bull, I let him know I was ready. He grabbed some condoms and lube, and off we went. We found a free cabin on the second floor, and he quickly undressed, showing a decent-sized penis—not like the monsters I’d seen earlier, but with him it was the whole package that counted. He kissed me—slightly tepid, not like how the Latinos do it. Just a tad disappointing but what can you do. Some foreplay, more kisses. Soon enough, the condom and lube came out—his signal he was ready. After some success topping me, he pulled out, and like on cue that it was time for me to finish, and I did—pretty plentiful, I might add, and even he was impressed— but of course with some help from him. Overall, decent lay. Great visuals—watching him thrust, kiss my body, use his dick—it was hot. Maybe lacking a bit of passion, but I guess that was his schtick. But, not bad for 50 euros. A guy like this would cost more on apps or sites. This sauna gives you a chance to sample all sorts without breaking the bank. I imagine you could dangle more cash at the boy and get a better performance. If I were really into him, maybe I would have—but this trip was about sampling what the sauna had to offer, so it was time to move on. I showered with him—seemed like the custom—exchanged a bit more small talk, then we headed back up to the locker area. I grabbed 50 euros from my wallet, handed it to him, and he was on his way. Later, I noticed he had changed into his street clothes and left soon after. It was only 5:45 PM. I guess he’d made enough for the day. I wondered how much a full night with him would cost. As I watched that teen heartthrob walk out, I figured I’d never know. I headed back down a floor and checked out the labyrinth—clients and boys milling around. Then I heard my name again. “Numazu!” some dark, muscular figure called out. I couldn’t see clearly—the lighting on this floor wasn’t great for faces, only for penises—so I motioned for him to follow me down to the bar. He followed. When I turned around at the bar, I saw him clearly. Brazilian, for sure—a mountain of a man. Big muscles, probably juiced to hell, bearded, and handsome. I didn’t recognize him, but he might’ve been a hire at Lagoa or 117 at some point. I feel like I’ve fucked a thousand Brazilians by now. We sat down, and he explained how we knew each other. Said we met around 2018 or 2019— and he’s been in Barcelona for five years. Claimed we hooked up at least four or five times in Lagoa. Said I even bought him dinner once. I felt bad—I still couldn’t remember. You’d think I would remember a muscle-bound cutie like him, but I didn’t. After some reminiscing about Brazil and his life in Barcelona (better money, better quality of life), he turned the nostalgia into a business pitch. Asked if we could do it again, lifting his towel to remind me what I liked. Big cock—already hard, pointed right at me. I told him I had just finished, so maybe later, if at all. After a few more tries, he gave up, wished me well, and went back upstairs to find someone more willing. Again, if it was any other day I would have had him, but I was in Europe, trying out this sauna. If I wanted Brazilians I would go to Brazil. Here, he would have to wait in line with all the other nationalities that were on display here. After he left I wondered if I really spend too much time in rent boy spaces. It's one thing to visit a rent boy establishment everyday while you're on vacay, it's another thing to be recognized by not just one, but two rent boys you fucked 8500 km from where you are. I don't know if I should be proud or ashamed. Most probably both. At the bar, I ordered my usual—Jack and Diet—and sat there, quietly toasting myself to my top-notch promiscuity and hedonism. There are no prizes for that, no trophies to be had, only the trophy boys that were for the picking here at Thermas. Next up: two more encounters to talk about.

continued…Installment 22: Traffic to Pattaya was terrible. I can remember visiting Pattaya before and it would take about two hours to drive there. Between sheer numbers of vehicles, road construction, and lane closures, I think it took us close to four hours just to get to the outskirts of Pattaya. By this time, everyone was hungry so we stopped at this very expensive Japanese buffet. Not what I would consider a traditional buffet. You ordered from an online menu via QR code. It was a set price per person, but then all you could eat of whatever you ordered. We each ordered a number of things and then shared. Total came to THB 2700 for the four of us. That came to roughly $82 USD or $20 per person. It was too late to be lunch, so we just made that our dinner. Considering that, I suppose the price was reasonable. Service was excellent, food was great…would definitely return, although I am not sure I would ever be able to find it again. Not sure if it is part of a chain or a one off location. Continued on to our lodging after dinner, which took about another hour. I wanted to stay in Jomtien Complex, not at their condo at the Base, so I booked two rooms for us at Zing Resort & Spa. Once we got checked in and settled into our rooms, I think everyone was exhausted and pretty much crashed for the night. No late night adventures to report…sorry to disappoint.

Hi, welcome to the forum as for first timer your goal is too ambitious. Why comb platforms like Grindr, Hesay, Romeo etc in country where whole business is so well developed and organized ? With internet hookup there's always possibility that who you saw on screen is not who knocks to your door - not necessarily bad thing but that's beside the point. go to bar or massage venue where you have at least a chance to see and talk with who you will be engaging. as for safety , you are in good place as for safe -sex , your companion is likely interested in it as much as you are if not more

After leaving Dreamboy, we went to Dragon for a drink. Waiters inside all shirtless and there was some dancing on the bar top. Forum member wanted to experience the bar so I just followed along. I also didn't mind bringing "Music" along. Still too early to go back. Also still too full from dinner at G's 3 hours ago to eat supper at Foodland now. (I always eat supper with the guys I off. Unless they prefer not to) Because "Music" was with me, the Dragon waiters didn't approach me. Dragon is a host bar so customers who go in are typically befriended by a host for chatting in return for drink and tips. The Myanmar waiters are friendly and speak good English. The TV screen is showing Olympic Games diving competition - divers in speedos - what a conversation starter! "Music" and I step out of bar for a while to smoke and chat. We talk about how my guy is doing in Vietnam. Almost Viet guy in the Patpong bars knows about him staying in Vietnam for half a year to build his house. We stay at Dragon until 11.30pm then we went to Foodland for supper. After that, I said goodbye to forum member and "Music" and I went to airbnb condo to make music for the rest of the night!

At 9 plus, we left G's. One forum member and I decided to check out new bar Big Boy on Patpong. 4 guys available for off despite the guy downstairs saying "10 boys tonight!" Spacious set up. 3 of the guys were muscle guys. Not as big as those in Tawan. The 4th guy was a twink but had toned muscles and younger than the others. We had a drink for a while. We didn't stay for the show. We went to Dreamboy next.