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Previous posts: I felt that I wanted to share my third “newbie” trip to Brazil. This is my third visit in 9 months, and by this time I have found a winning formula for my Brazil trips that enabled me to eventually visit all the states in Brazil. My trips averaged about 10 days each, and I am thinking I will always want to visit either Rio or Sao Paulo in each of those trips, since these two are the major cities and have all the good saunas, but since I was interested in visiting all the states in Brazil eventually, I had to pair my trips to those cities with a city that was not in RJ or SP state. Since my trip 4 months ago was in Sao Paulo, with companion state Rio Grande do Sul, visiting Porto Alegre and Gramado and Canela, this trip I decided on Rio de Janeiro as my base city. Choosing the companion state was easy. Belo Horizonte was one of the few cities in Brazil that had international flights flying directly into its airport. Copa Air had flights to Belo Horizonte (BH, or Beaga) from Panama via a 6.5 hour flight, and it was easy enough to get flights to Panama from California. So my 6th state will be Minas Gerais, the state where BH is located, joining RJ, SP, Rio Grande do Norte (Natal), Bahia (Salvador), and last trip Rio Grande do Sul (Porto Alegre). After booking my California to Belo Horizonte flight outbound, and RJ back to California inbound on Copa Air, I booked my BH to RJ flight on Azul airlines. Azul was an easy choice. I had a great experience with them flying to and from Porto Alegre on Azul on my last trip, and eager to erase my horrible LATAM and Avianca Brazil memories. As for touristy things to do, my search of Minas yielded a shit-ton of tourist places to visit, like Capitolio and Ouro Preto, so I had to narrow down my choices because of the limited time I had. For Rio, I wanted to check out the beaches outside the Ipanema-Copa-Leblon cluster, and I had to figure out how to get these places as well. As you will see in this report when you read it, my choice of travel to these RJ beaches was a semi-life changing one. With companions, I was of course eager to meet new men, but two guys who I had tremendous rapport with in past Brazil trips will be making appearance this trip. Gabriel, the 117 Garoto de Programa who was featured prominently in my last trip, is going to be in this trip as well. I’d be remiss if I didn’t see him while I am in Rio since he lives there. Also, a free boy I met last December in Sao Paulo, a cute/handsome Paulista cabeleleiro (hairdresser), upon hearing that I was coming to Brazil, invited himself to the Rio portion of my trip. I didn’t mind his company, because he bought his own plane ticket from SP to Rio, as well as promising to pay for his food and drinks and fixing my hair. I just made it clear to him that I was going to be a slut this trip. He said he would do the same. As far as saunas are concerned, I was really motivated to check out more than just my 1 visit to 117 in Rio last January, my paltry 2 visits to Sauna Mezzaninu (in which I did not get a programa with anyone) in Porto Alegre, and my 1 visit to Lagoa last trip in Sao Paulo. For BH, Sauna Olimpo seems to be a favorite with BoyToy members, so I was excited with my choice of city this trip. For Rio, I want to see what all the hubbub was about with Manhattan Rios, and I also wanted to visit Pointe 202 and of course re-visit 117, where I met my superstar GP, Gabriel. You’d be surprised how many saunas I went to this trip, and with whom. So this is the setup. I write very detailed trip reports because it is the only way I know how. Continue or no?

Sorry no Carlos pics, in the interest of privacy. Me too!

I was in Bogota again a few weeks ago and would like to share a bit about my stay. I didn’t plan on going to Bogota so soon after my last trip to this great city, but a Colombian Chaturbate model living in Baranquilla I had my eye on for a while expressed interest in (1) meeting me for a nice trip somewhere and (2) wanted to check out Bogota as a place he’d like to visit and possibly move to. His terms were simple, (1) pay the flights to BOG from BAQ, plus food and drinks were my responsibility, (2) I were to bring some warm clothes for him to wear, and didn’t care if they were pre-worn. My terms were (1) I could do anything to him and (2) I could hook up with other guys while he was staying with me. We had a deal. Usually the boys just wanted a break from the soul-crushing work of having sex on cam, as well as being stuck in a house full of boys, and it doesn’t take much for them to go on a weekend trip with you. Let’s call the kid Carlos. He is 22, tall with a lean muscular build. His draw online was that he looked younger than 22, had an angelic face, and an enormous penis that was always hard. He would also pair up with off-again, on-again Venezuelan boyfriend, who was 21, strikingly beautiful, and also had a large penis. These two would take turns fucking each other online. They weren’t the highest of earners, like other boys I know, but they were hard workers, and from my extensive Whatsapp conversations with them, pretty humble and simple. I toyed with the idea of inviting Carlos with his boyfriend, but the unstable nature of their relationship made me just want to stick with the more masculine, handsome Carlos. I bought his roundtrip airplane ticket on LATAM for $64 total. I took the red-eye Aviance flight from LAX to BOG direct flight that gets into Bogota at 7 AM. I was going to stay for 3 nights on this long weekend. Some notes: 1. Since I was getting into Bogota early, I had to get a hotel that allowed early check-in. I looked online and looked at some reviews of top hotels that had reviews for early check-in. I settled on the Embassy Suites Hilton, which had reviews of some people being able to check-in early. Sure enough, getting there at 9 AM was no problem. I got a room right away and was able to take a 3 hour nap while I waited for Carlos. 2. I received a call from reception to let me know that Carlos was downstairs. I rushed downstairs to fetch him. Reception asked for his “cedula” and made a copy and added his name in the reservation. No fuss. The hotel itself was OK. Nothing special, but had free breakfast as well as a free happy hour. Carlos and I did not need dinner as the happy hour hors d'oeuvre were enough for the two of us. 3. Our first night was a Thursday and we had fewer options for night life. We opted to try the “El Mozo” gay bar, which had great advertisement for their “College night” on Thursdays. We were impressed by the building and bar, but found the clientele to be a bit bland and music to be just OK, so at 12 midnight we decided to leave and head over to greener pastures. Not much college night about the night. 4. After a cursory search online we decided on just giving up and going to Theatron, on a Thursday. They had this for advertisement (Jueves Hot), so why not give it a try: I really had my heart set on going to Theatron on a Saturday, their big night, but we were itching for some nightlife so off we went. 5. Theatron was different on a Thursday night. No cover, and no line to get in. Just the usual security pat down and ID check. We went through the side entrances and found about 50% of the bars closed. Most of the bars open were the ones in the upper levels. There were fewer people, but the crowd was definitely more fun than in El Mozo. 6. The “men’s only” upper floor at Theatron was actually not men’s only on Thursdays. They allowed women also, and the dancers were not nude when we got there midnight: I thought this was because there were girls that night so the gogo boys were not allowed to be naked. Well when it got to 1 AM, they changed models and the model onstage quickly got rid of his undies to reveal his hard on: At 1 AM, the drink prices changed too. They were charging full price for all the alcohol. It’s probably why the models got naked. More money. 7. We changed hotels the next day, and we were glad we did. I tried the JW Marriott in Bogota and they have specials in the weekends ($130 a night). With status I received free access to the lounge which meant again free breakfast and free happy hour. Again we were able to take advantage of the happy hour hors d'oeuvre selection which was enough for dinner, and the breakfast was a pretty hearty amercan breakfast. 8. Carlos was a frisky one and he was pretty determined to find a good “prepago” or prostitute for both of us to share as soon as we got to our room. A lot of great selections on mileroticos website, the Colombian website for paid boys. Carlos pretty much handled the searching, talking and asking the price. Most were in the 150k to 250k COP range, which was $50 to $80. Some samples: We both agreed upon this blue-eyed stunner who was versatile and agreed to take both of us. Asked for 250k, Carlos bargained him down to 175k ($59) for an hour. Two hours later the boy was at the JW Marriott, and he didn’t have any issues getting to the room with us. Security was tight but didn’t pay us any attention. The boy ended up staying three hours, partly for sex (which was awesome, and threesomes aren’t my favorite, so that was saying something) and partly because Carlos and he hit it off. We all went to happy hour together and the boy loaded up on the free beers. He said goodbye after dinner. Money well spent. 9. We were intending to go to Theatron this Friday night but I wanted to check out the stipper bar “Gigolo Erotic House” first. It was so much fun that we ended up staying the whole night till 3 AM. Cheap booze (whiskey bottle was $30 with cokes and waters) which we shared with the boys. Hot dancers who went around the room looking for tips and lap dances. We noticed some dancers here also were dancers in Theatron. So to answer someone's question, yes, you can hire the Threatron dancers who also work here. You can get a private dance for 50k COP ($17), which was done in the side behind curtains. You can pretty much do anything to the boy during the dance. I did two lap dances when I was there. One was with this guy, and I did pretty much everything, so yummy (photos from their Instagram): The other was with this guy. He was more shy at first but opened up. He was more sweet and liked kissing: Carlos went wild of course. He was making friends, asking for WhatsApp numbers from the boys. He hit it off with this one stripper who was close to his age. The stripper stayed with us for most of the night. Carlos then told me that the stripper could go with us to the hotel for 80k COP ($27). I talked to the stripper for a while and he won me over. He did end up going home with us when the club closed at 3 AM, and actually stayed the night and had breakfast with us at the hotel. No issue with getting him in the hotel either. Threesomes are fun with Carlos. By the way, this bar is the closest to a Bangkok Bar that I’ve ever seen outside of Thailand, because of this: And yes, there was a fuck show, sexo en vivo, at Gigolo Erotic House. It took the whole bar to a whole new level for me. Plus of course the great guys. In some ways it is more fun than a Thailand bar, because the boys were not shy, and they were cheaper, and they were probably more fun. PS. Day 3 was fun as well, and we targeted free boys on Grindr. Lots of free boys in Bogota too. PPS. Carlos ended up moving to Bogota, with boyfriend in tow. I'm glad I brought all those sweaters for Carlos.

Oh yeah, definitely doable. What's funny is that 5 hours is usually my average time in a typical day that I use for tourist activities in Colombia: wake up late morning after a night at the clubs, eat breakfast, then head over to whatever sites the city offers, and then after 5 hours or so of ubering, sight-seeing, souvenir shopping and coffee breaks at Juan Valdez, we then have a late lunch in the late afternoon, before heading back to the hotel to have sex and have a disco nap before going out at night again.

Of course its worth it, but depends on what you're going to do. What times were you thinking? Is it for saunas or tourism? An Uber to La Candelaria will get you to Plaza Bolivar, Museo de Oro and the other nice museums. It is the old part of Bogota so its nice to walk around. From there you can take a short taxi ride to the teleferico station to go up Monserrate. Probably a 2 hour visit overall in Monserrate if you don't stay long. Nice views, some shops to buy some recuerdos. Worth the $7 roundtrip ticket on the cable car. I have not been to the saunas so can't comment on that. Close-ish I guess. These were my Uber rides from last April and this month from the airport to north of Chapinero: Both were around 45 minutes to get to Chapinero. One in the morning during rush hour, another in the middle of the afternoon, both weekdays. It is painful compared to other countries, but in my experience, Bogota has the fastest immigration line among the Colombian airports I've been to. My longest wait was 30 minutes one time (3 international arrivals all queued up), but I've done it some times in just 5 minutes (usually coming from Biz class so in front of plane and rushed to the "Extranjeros" line before all the other gringos). The security and immigration at departures though, has consistently been a wait for me. Sometimes it takes an hour to get through the line to immigration and security. My average has been 30 minutes. Medellin to me is the absolute worst. The smaller airports Cartagena and Baranquilla also have long wait times through immigration. I don't know why it takes so long. I never spend longer than 15 seconds with an immigration officer. I've had two instances where I left the airport during a long layover in Bogota. One was a 12 hour overnight layover which I just basically got a hotel in Chapinero and went to gay bars and used the room for hooking up. Another during the day and did some shopping and had a meal with a friend. Both times I did not have to pay an airport tax, and I did not have the transit designation in my passport stamp. Your mileage may vary though. I've seen on TripAdvisor some who were in transit and did not pay airport tax, but others were asked to pay it, and had to have the airline intervene on their behalf to show proof they were only there less than 24 hours and therefore were in transit. I found this in their website. It says if in transit no need to pay the tax, but unsure if this only means if you stay airside, or if it is also applicable if you leave the airport. I haven't had to pay Airport Tax in my Avianca flights, but I guess based on the online forums, your mileage may vary.

What is it like in Lagoa on a Sunday? What are the optimum hours? I'm trying to figure out my inbound flight back to the USA on a Sunday from Sao Paulo. Looking at a couple of AA and LATAM flights that leave at night to late night and wondering what others' strategy is with sauna visits immediately before heading to GRU airport. I imagine I'll get late checkout from Intercon Sao Paulo and will leave my bags there but I've read somewhere that some of you have left their bags in Lagoa. Any insight would be appreciate.

My apologies for the time gap in posting. It has been a busy summer and since my Thailand adventure here I have been to at least 4 other countries! I wish I could do trip reports for each of those countries but that would take forever. So to make it up to you, and before I continue the trip report, I'm cross-posting my Santa Marta, Colombia post on BoyToy. Scooby has encouraged me to post about other countries on here, so here is one of them: Also posted in: https://www.boytoy.com/forums/topic/30814-columbia-full-list-of-hot-spots/?do=findComment&comment=203846 Santa Marta, Colombia Sadly my experience in Colombia has been sauna- and rent boys from Grindr-free. All my experience is with Chaturbate models from Day 1. So I do not have any wisdom to share about these establishments, even if I've been to Colombia so many times now. But I wanted to add here my experience in Santa Marta from last weekend. Santa Marta is a one of the major cities along the Colombian Caribbean coastline. Its way less full of western tourists than the more developed Cartagena, but really popular with locals and Venezuelans so you get a different experience. Some points: 1. It was the Festival of the Sea (Fiesta del Mar) in SantaMarta last weekend, and I was there with 2 of my regular Chaturbate buddies (who are boyfriends in real life and on screen), who met me at the Barranquilla airport, which is a good 2 hours from Santa Marta, but has way more flights to it than the smaller Santa Marta airport, therefore it is cheaper to fly into. We Uber'ed it from the airport to the closest bus station, which was with a company called Berlinas. The ticket to Santa Marta was $5 per person, and it was a comfortable 2-hour ride to the Santa Marta Berlinas station: 2. There are two main destinations for beaches in the Santa Marta area. One is Rodadero beach, which is located south of Santa Marta proper, and its probably the less hectic and more picturesque of the main beaches: 3. The main beach is by the Bahia area in Santa Marta, which is busier but noticed more locals than tourists, which is good for window shopping for local eye candy: 4. Since it was super hot and humid almost all the time here (apart from the occasional showers), the boys are also usually sin ropa: 5. Since it is Colombia, you'll also find a lot of entertainers in streets. breakdancing hotties, for example: 6. During the special weekend I was here, there were a lot of parades. One of them was a parade of Marines from various latin american countries (Colombia, Brazil, Chile, Mexico, Peru etc), and therefore the town was filled with good looking fit and young marines celebrating with everyone: At night, the main parade, Desfile del Mar, was at least a 7 hour parade that went from the afternoon to night: 7. As far as gay establishments are concerned, I do not know if there are any saunas here. But bear in mind that Santa Marta is just 2 hours from Barranquilla, a city that has at least 5 Chaturbate/Cam 4 studios (that I know of). My model buddies had two best friends, also Chaturbate models, who also made the journey to Santa Marta this weekend as well, to escort. They told me that from time to time, models in Barranquilla usually take the bus to either Cartagena or Santa Marta to take advantage of the presence of the tourists in those cities, in the hopes of scoring some needed cash. They usually charge $25-$40 a session, which will usually pay for a night in their motel and their meals and passage for the day. Multiple customers make the trip worthwhile. At the very least, one customer makes the trip break even for them, so at least they get a trip out of it, instead of being stuck in the more inland Barranquilla. Snagging more customers meant extending their stay and living the beach life. They use Grindr mainly to ply their wares. Since I was with my two Chaturbate buddies (who are territorial and don't share me with anyone), I could not sample what was on offer that weekend, but my Grindr blew up anyway. There were just too many boys on Grindr looking, either free or paid. It was a virtual smorgasbord: 8. Speaking of gay establishments, the only gay club in town is "Voltage" a decent open-air dance club with a runway in the middle of the dance floor. There was a cover on a Saturday night ($4.50), and the music was the usual reggaeton and gay pop music that Colombians love, which was fine by me. My Chaturbate buddies invited the two other Chaturbate best friends along to go with us, after all their escorting duties were over of course (11 PM). The two guys paid for all our covers (it was a lucrative day for one of them), and I offered to pay for the drinks (seems fair). We opted to sit in the "VIP" section which was on an elevated platform overlooking the dance floor, which to me seemed a perfectly comfortable way to spend the night in. We were greeted by the drag queen (trans) in residence, with a waiter in tow, and she explained to us how it worked in the club, and what was in store for us that night. We came at a good night it seems. And our waiter who waited on us the whole night was hot: I paid $55 for a bottle of Buchanan's deluxe and some Coca Colas to wash it down, and surprisingly it was more than enough for the 5 of us for the night: It was a good night because the place was packed, and it was the coronation of Miss Trans Santa Marta that night as well: I'll say that this VIP section was a good idea, because it looked crowded down below with the masses, and up here we had the luxury of sitting in comfy sofas and talk without shouting. It was a good vantage point for the ceremonies as well, with the contestants and judges talking to us while the contest was going on: The main drag queen for the night, Kassidy, sat and drank with us and shot the shit. She was uber cool: Incidentally there was a gaggle of Chaturbate models with their boss in one of the tables that night. Since I already knew the boss I asked our waiter to get them a cheap whiskey bottle on me ($20). I scored brownie points on that one. Will collect on this favor later. We left around 4 AM, with festivities still pretty much ongoing when we left. 9. Lots of AirBNB options for the area, and the one I chose had a king bed big enough for me and two chaturbate models. The building we stayed at didn't seem to mind letting the two other models in with the three of us, and all 5 of us were able to enjoy the two rooftop pools in the building. Overall Santa Marta is fun, but I would recommend it only if you are already in Barranquilla looking for a diversion, or visiting Tayrona National Park (fabulous by the way, a must visit). If hiring boys is a priority, lots to choose from on Grindr, mostly cam boys, but there are superior offerings in Cartagena, which is 4 hours away, and of course in Medellin and Bogota. The more choice boys along the Colombian Caribbean prefer whoring in Cartagena because there are more gringos there, but justifiably they will charge a little more because it costs more to stay there for the boys. However, I maintain that there are more choice free boys in Barranquilla in general, relative to Colombia, for some reason. Haven't had my Grindr blow up so much in Barranquilla.

Day 2.5: Two is better than one I had a choice tonight. For the price of one Moonlight superstar, I could get two “lower-tier” boys. “Lower tier,” of course, is Moonlight’s classification for the boys who aren’t part of the superstar cabal that they have, mentioned in a previous post: Stunning boys, all of them, but so were my choices for tonight: the Cambodian-sometimes model: http://www.queerclick.com/asians/2018/06/soaked-perfection.php and of course, my beloved MonBoy, who for me surpassed all the superstars there, chronicled in previous trip reports. When on a sex tour, one has to strike the perfect balance of getting (1) gorgeous boys who (2) you have tremendous chemistry with, to have (3) fantastic sex, with you. The superstars, though full of number (1), may be lacking in (3), due to maybe their diva nature (from Moonlight captain and 3rd party anecdotal hearsay), and (2) may not be a given. With MonBoy, you get a lot of (1) and (2), and as evidenced last night, also a lot of (3). With the Cambodian, it remains to be seen, but (1) seems to be a slam dunk, as he settles beside me, in a stylish plaid shirt and tight jeans. He smelled good too. As I peruse the superstars onstage, even if they were all gorgeous (even better live than just staring at them in photos, or even the grainy live feed on Facebook), I was more than happy with my choices tonight. Maybe because I have Latin America in my tour repertoire now, where seemingly all the boys are (1), and (3) seems to be the default setting, and (2) was easy to establish, due to the more outgoing nature of latinos, that I didn’t mind my choices tonight. I promised myself next time that I will hire one, or more, of these gorgeous superstar boys. After a few minutes, I tell the two boys with me that we are leaving. I pay for the bill (an extra drink for the captain, and two off fees) and we head off. As we head out to Surawong, I see MonBoy whispering to Cambodia boy, possibly briefing him on how I was? I don’t know. But I do know that MonBoy had my best interest in his heart, so I wasn’t worried. We get to the hotel and I sit on the hotel room couch when we get there. MonBoy sits beside me, Cambodia boy stands in front of us. Right on cue, Cambodia boy takes off his shirt, revealing his A+ muscular torso. He was not shy to show off himself at least. “Shower?” he asks both of us, smiling as he puts a hand on his chest, stroking his nipple. MonBoy takes his shirt off and stands up. He takes off all his clothes, revealing his swinging cock in the process. Cambodia responds in kind, but leaves his underwear on. I stand up and finish the job for him. I slowly take off his briefs to reveal his nice cock. I stroke it for a while. He puts his arm around my back and leads me to the bathroom. MonBoy turns the water on, and I thank the Crowne Plaza’s quick supply of hot water. All three of us fit in the shower. It was a semi-cozy fit, but it was good. I had two naked gorgeous boys in a shower with me. I can’t complain. And I didn’t have to do anything either. The boys took turns soaping me up. All I did was stroke their cocks till both were hard. It didn’t take much. These boys were primed. I get out of the shower first to dry with one of Crowne Plaza's fluffy towels. The boys continued to bathe, concentrating on their crotch and butt. I’m glad they’re obsessed with cleanliness. I dim the room lights to a sexy romantic level and slip under the covers. I send ShanBoy a “how are you doing” message and he replies that every thing was fine. I tell him that I had two boys in the room and Shan Boy just gives me laughing emojis. I am glad he has a sense of humor. The boys emerge from the bathroom, both with towels wrapped around them. I sit up and invite the two over in the bed. Cambodia boy was tentative, just standing there. MonBoy, perhaps sending Cambodia boy’s tentativeness, unwrapped Cambodia Boy’s towel and started sucking him. Once he was hard, MonBoy turns to me and kisses me deeply, knowing this was what I liked. I began stroking Cambodia boy and he draws closer. I suck him off. MonBoy uncovers me from under the sheets and began sucking me. This was wild. Cambodia kisses me in the cheek, and then gives me a peck in the mouth, and then proceeds to kiss me deeply as well. Then we were off to the races. We took turns sucking and kissing. I rimmed both of them and they tasted lovely. When it was time for fucking, MonBoy knew where the condoms and lube were. He asked who was fucking who? I said I’d like to try both. So I did. I fucked Cambodia Boy first. He was on his back, legs up. While I fucked him MonBoy put his cock on Cambodia Boy’s mouth to be sucked. Those visuals were enough for me to cum right then and there, but I stopped myself just in time. I then fucked MonBoy doggie style. And it was Cambodia boy’s turn to get sucked. I could not hold it any longer. I came in the condom. I dispatched of the condom and told the boys to both cum on my face. I laid on the bed, and the two got on their knees on the bed while the jacked each other off. While they jacked off my hands probed their bodies. Pretty soon they came, Cambodia boy first. That was a gusher. MonBoy took a while but with Cambodia boy’s helful tongue on one of his nipples, MonBoy was able to cum out a giant load as well. MonBoy rushes to the bathroom and then emerges with a hand towel to wipe all the cum off my face. And then it was shower time again for the three of us. While in the shower I ask both if they were hungry. Both said yes, so I guess we were off to dinner. We all get dressed and then head over back to Surawong. I choose Happy Beer Garden again because it was close to Soi Twilight and I was meeting with ShanBoy after. When we get to the restaurant, I let MonBoy to order for me. I usually don’t care what MonBoy ordered because I had a clue he knew what I liked. Pretty soon the food comes and everything looked good. I text ShanBoy: I guess we will be going to Screwboys after dinner. It was close to midnight and that would be the only late night bar that I know of. After 5 minutes I see ShanBoy, with a middle-aged farang, sit on an outer table in the restaurant. I was surpised to see ShanBoy there. He sees me and cracks a smile, and then a frown while pointing to the farang. I look at the farang and see that he was talking to ShanBoy, but the farang was obviously super drunk. After a few minutes, ShanBoy leaves the farang in the restaurant. What was going on? I was eager to know the story. But back to dinner. All three of us have a lively conversation about Cambodia Boy’s life. It was fairly interesting. We finish dinner and I pay the bill. I also pay both boys (2000 baht each, worth every penny). Cambodia Boy asks for my Line and I search for my Line ID on his phone. I bid both boys farewell and begin heading over to Soi Twilight. When we all leave, I noticed the drunk farang was still there, staring blankly at something. Up next, more boys to feed my greed…

Unfortunately we did not ask when we were there last April. Maybe you can have luck contacting Theatron on their Facebook or Instagram? Maybe not ask them if their dancers are hireable per se, but maybe ask them for the model's personal Instagram pages, and then ask the models there. I did ask my guys if any of the strippers were hireable, and both said maybe not. They even remembered one of the dancers not wanting to be touched while dancing, so they said maybe that's a sign. I looked in my camera roll and found some evidence of it: But they told me that they could ask them personally if they were back in Theatron. So maybe you can find a local hire to do some investigation for you while you are there. Since I was looking at my photos of the Theatron strippers anyway, I decided to turn some of the iPhone live photos into GIFS for your pleasure: Enjoy Theatron! Let us know how you get by. I'll be back in Medellin in a few weeks. I'll report my findings.

Sadly my experience in Colombia has been sauna- and rent boys from Grindr-free. All my experience is with Chaturbate models from Day 1. So I do not have any wisdom to share about these establishments, even if I've been to Colombia so many times now. But I wanted to add here my experience in Santa Marta from last weekend. Santa Marta is a one of the major cities along the Colombian Caribbean coastline. Its way less full of western tourists than the more developed Cartagena, but really popular with locals and Venezuelans so you get a different experience. Some points: 1. It was the Festival of the Sea (Fiesta del Mar) in Santa Marta last weekend, and I was there with 2 of my regular Chaturbate buddies (who are boyfriends in real life and on screen), who met me at the Barranquilla airport, which is a good 2 hours from Santa Marta, but has way more flights to it than the smaller Santa Marta airport, therefore it is cheaper to fly into. We Uber'ed it from the airport to the closest bus station, which was with a company called Berlinas. The ticket to Santa Marta was $5 per person, and it was a comfortable 2-hour ride to the Santa Marta Berlinas station: 2. There are two main destinations for beaches in the Santa Marta area. One is Rodadero beach, which is located south of Santa Marta proper, and its probably the less hectic and more picturesque of the main beaches: 3. The main beach is by the Bahia area in Santa Marta, which is busier but noticed more locals than tourists, which is good for window shopping for local eye candy: 4. Since it was super hot and humid almost all the time here (apart from the occasional showers), the boys are also usually sin ropa: 5. Since it is Colombia, you'll also find a lot of entertainers in streets. breakdancing hotties, for example: 6. During the special weekend I was here, there were a lot of parades. One of them was a parade of Marines from various latin american countries (Colombia, Brazil, Chile, Mexico, Peru etc), and therefore the town was filled with good looking fit and young marines celebrating with everyone: At night, the main parade, Desfile del Mar, was at least a 7 hour parade that went from the afternoon to night: 7. As far as gay establishments are concerned, I do not know if there are any saunas here. But bear in mind that Santa Marta is just 2 hours from Barranquilla, a city that has at least 5 Chaturbate/Cam 4 studios (that I know of). My model buddies had two best friends, also Chaturbate models, who also made the journey to Santa Marta this weekend as well, to escort. They told me that from time to time, models in Barranquilla usually take the bus to either Cartagena or Santa Marta to take advantage of the presence of the tourists in those cities, in the hopes of scoring some needed cash. They usually charge $25-$40 a session, which will usually pay for a night in their motel and their meals and passage for the day. Multiple customers make the trip worthwhile. At the very least, one customer makes the trip break even for them, so at least they get a trip out of it, instead of being stuck in the more inland Barranquilla. Snagging more customers meant extending their stay and living the beach life. They use Grindr mainly to ply their wares. Since I was with my two Chaturbate buddies (who are territorial and don't share me with anyone), I could not sample what was on offer that weekend, but my Grindr blew up anyway. There were just too many boys on Grindr looking, either free or paid. It was a virtual smorgasbord: 8. Speaking of gay establishments, the only gay club in town is "Voltage" a decent open-air dance club with a runway in the middle of the dance floor. There was a cover on a Saturday night ($4.50), and the music was the usual reggaeton and gay pop music that Colombians love, which was fine by me. My Chaturbate buddies invited the two other Chaturbate best friends along to go with us, after all their escorting duties were over of course (11 PM). The two guys paid for all our covers (it was a lucrative day for one of them), and I offered to pay for the drinks (seems fair). We opted to sit in the "VIP" section which was on an elevated platform overlooking the dance floor, which to me seemed a perfectly comfortable way to spend the night in. We were greeted by the drag queen (trans) in residence, with a waiter in tow, and she explained to us how it worked in the club, and what was in store for us that night. We came at a good night it seems. And our waiter who waited on us the whole night was hot: I paid $55 for a bottle of Buchanan's deluxe and some Coca Colas to wash it down, and surprisingly it was more than enough for the 5 of us for the night: It was a good night because the place was packed, and it was the coronation of Miss Trans Santa Marta that night as well: I'll say that this VIP section was a good idea, because it looked crowded down below with the masses, and up here we had the luxury of sitting in comfy sofas and talk without shouting. It was a good vantage point for the ceremonies as well, with the contestants and judges talking to us while the contest was going on: The main drag queen for the night, Kassidy, sat and drank with us and shot the shit. She was uber cool: Incidentally there was a gaggle of Chaturbate models with their boss in one of the tables that night. Since I already knew the boss I asked our waiter to get them a cheap whiskey bottle on me ($20). I scored brownie points on that one. Will collect on this favor later We left around 4 AM, with festivities still pretty much ongoing when we left. 9. Lots of AirBNB options for the area, and the one I chose had a king bed big enough for me and two chaturbate models. The building we stayed at didn't seem to mind letting the two other models in with the three of us, and all 5 of us were able to enjoy the two rooftop pools in the building. Overall Santa Marta is fun, but I would recommend it only if you are already in Barranquilla looking for a diversion, or visiting Tayrona National Park (fabulous by the way, a must visit). If hiring boys is a priority, lots to choose from on Grindr, mostly cam boys, but there are superior offerings in Cartagena, which is 4 hours away, and of course in Medellin and Bogota. The more choice boys along the Colombian Caribbean prefer whoring in Cartagena because there are more gringos there, but justifiably they will charge a little more because it costs more to stay there for the boys. However, I maintain that there are more choice free boys in Barranquilla in general, relative to Colombia, for some reason. Haven't had my Grindr blow up so much in Barranquilla.

Day 2.25: Under Moonlight, Redux I was lying in bed when Shan Boy opened my hotel room door with the key I gave him. He sees me and goes toward me and gives me a kiss on the lips. He then looks around the room and proceeds to tidy up. He puts all my shoes neatly by the narrow corridor to the door. He folds all my clothes just tossed around by me earlier, and places them neatly in a pile in the corner. He goes to the bathroom and arranges my toiletries and toothbrush to give a sense of order to the sink counter. He asks me if I wanted a water. I answer yes. He opens a bottle and puts it beside me on the side table. I think I have stumbled on a winning formula for me in Bangkok. If the money is right, it is nice to have a steady boy with you, who isn’t fussy and high maintenance like some out there, who has an eye for your needs while staying in the city, and of course will be there for more sexy or carnal endeavors if the need arises, and is patient enough if you decide on meeting others while staying with you. Shan Boy continues to play the “butler” that I didn’t think I need this trip. Shan Boy reminds me that we needed to go back to Excelsior tailors to get my first fitting for my suits. Such a good butler. We head over to Surawong to get to the tailors. They had the suit jackets ready for me to do a fitting. Some adjustments needed to be made but nothing major. The pants were a perfect fit, and no need to adjust them any further. They tell me everything will be ready tomorrow. I ask again if I should pay now. They tell me to pay tomorrow. Such a lax policy. On the way back, I tell Shan Boy what I needed to happen tonight. I wanted to go to Moonlight early to off the Cambodian, leaving me with more options to go to other bars later tonight. Shan Boy asks me if I wanted a “3-boy night” again. I told him I was not planning to, but we can see where the night leads me. Since I’ve already seen the show in Moonlight (and even if I really want to see those sexy superstar boys again), I wanted to check out other bars this second night. Since it will be past 10 when I am done with Cambodian, I need to go to a bar that had shows late. Screw Boys comes to mind, as probably other bars that have second shows that happen after the initial main show. I didn’t feel super hungry just yet but figured with the exertions I was going to do tonight I should probably eat something. It was almost 7 PM so I decided to take Shan Boy to the Crowne Plaza lounge again for some small plate food. Since it came with the room free with the upgrade I might as well take advantage of it. The bad thing about Crowne Plaza is that it has slowly become more and more expensive to stay here every time I visit. I remember a time when a basic room cost around 2000 baht. Nowadays, you’d be hard pressed to find something less than 4000 baht in the weekends. But still, for short-timers like me, who only stay a max of one week, Crowne Plaza sure beats anything else in Silom for me. We get to the lounge and see that it was more populated than usual. It is true that the hotel is fairly popular with the Japanese, and this afternoon was no exception. Most of them were just by themselves, and two had girls with them, presumably working girls, judging by their demeanor and such. Another point for the Crowne Plaza. Me and Shan Boy fit right in. We sat down and immediately got asked for our drink orders. I had a coffee and Shan Boy had a Heineken. We go to the buffet area and got ourselves some chicken skewers and sushi and pasta and bread. It was a pretty good spread for something included free in the room. Shan Boy had another beer. I had another coffee. When we were finished I asked Shan Boy if we could fool around a bit before I head out to Moonlight. We get to the room and Shan Boy immediately takes off all his clothes and lays me down the bed to kiss me. He starts taking off my clothes as well and then sucks me off. We just enjoy each other’s closeness and company. I admire his tight and smooth body the way I’ve always had: enjoy his nipples, his cock, and rim his perfect ass. I didn’t cum, because I wanted to save it for the night ahead. He jacked himself off and came on my chest. He almost knew what I wanted. The perfect butler. It was 9 PM so it was time to go. I tell Shan Boy that I am going to Moonlight to off the Cambodian. He flashed three fingers at me: “You off three boy again?” I laugh. He again teases me for being greedy. “Maybe,” I tell him. I was not sure yet. Who knows what the night will bring. That was the beauty of it, the uncertainty I tell him to again stay at Freshboys to wait for me while I go to Moonlight to fetch my boy. We head over down to Soi Twilight so I could pay his off fee for the night. At 9 PM on a Saturday night the streets were a little bit subdued. Low season blues still. I guess it is a buyer’s night tonight. Let’s see how I do. I get pushed and pulled by the usual touts on the way to Freshboys but I am so used to that by now. I head in to Freshboys and hand my usual mamasan the 500 baht for the off fee, and another 50 baht, telling the mamasan to “Take care of Shan Boy tonight.” She nods and asks if I was staying for the show. I told her I was going to another bar. She frowned a little bit but recovered immediately and smiled and asked me what bar. “Moonlight,” I say. She bids me good luck as I exit the bar. Lots of cute boys in there. But my heart was elsewhere. I get to Moonlight and paid my usual 300 baht drink-cover fee and head into the establishment. There were a total of 5 customers in the bar, but it was only 915 PM. The stage had about 4 boys at a time, rotating to the beat of the music. After 5 minutes my usual captain greets me, and looks happy to see me (probably sees dollar signs). I tell him my drink, and tell him to get a drink for him as well, since he has been so helpful earlier about the information on the superstars of the bar. He asks me about my day. I tell him the truth. He had some fairly useful information for me about my errands today. All of a sudden I get accosted again. It was Mon Boy, in his Moonlight gear. He looked really happy to see me. He tells me about his zoo visit with his family today, and shows me some photos of his photogenic family. He tells me it was a shame that I could not come with them today. I was kind of regretful that I didn’t go. But I had shit to do. I ask him if he wanted a drink. He tells me to not bother and to save my money. The captain then leaves his seat next to me and a handsome boy sits in his place. It was the Cambodian that was promised to me yesterday. I shake his hand. He was in his usual Moonlight tank top and briefs and was looking pretty sexy and handsome. He was tall, and his bulge and ass were prominent features in his briefs. He has long curly hair, made up fashionably. He gives me a kiss on the cheek and asks the formalities, name, country, how long was my stay, all that good stuff. He then sit down and asks me if I could order him a drink. I ask the captain to do so. Cambodia boy was fairly professional. He knew how to do this. Just as we all got settled, and with Mon Boy not leaving my side, and not even going on stage, the boys on stage left and then the host from yesterday came on. He was there to introduce the superstars of the bar. One by one he called on the superstars (they were called Mister something, all of them). There was also a short interview with each boy, and most spoke some English. Even the fabled Mr Tam was there too, and he spoke some canned English phrases. All the superstar boys were very handsome, and sexy, and with abs and pectorals for days. I could see myself offing them, money be damned. I thought for a minute about ditching my two boys and just getting one of those hunks. And then the Russian money boy, the farang superstar, Mr. Igor, went onstage. Man, was his body to die for. He was built, handsome, and had an air of confidence in him. I wonder if indeed he cannot be offed, like the captain said. Probably not a good sex experience with this one, if he is straight, but the visuals were nice. He spoke English pretty well and bid everyone at the bar a good time. I didn’t want to stay too long in the bar. I had other plans after my first initial roll in the hay. I was hell-bent on offing the Cambodian. But Mon Boy was still here. I tell Mon Boy that I was going to off the Cambodian, and then asked him if I offed him too, we can do a threesome. Mon Boy immediately nods. I didn’t think he would go for that, since he said last night that Cambodia boy was his friend and he does not have sex with friends. I ask Mon Boy if he could tell Cambodia boy if he was OK with this threesome. He talks to Cambodia boy in Thai, and they come to an agreement. “OK, we go two with you,” he tells me. Just like that, I am in a threesome. That’s next.

Day 2.0: Errands and Other Stuff After all the greedy boy shenanigans of yesterday, time to do non-sexual stuff today. I am not going to elaborate on what I am doing today, but that meant me asking Shan Boy if he wanted to go back to his room for a few hours while I do my thing, instead of waiting in the room for me. I know Shan Boy would be devoted enough to stay with me the whole time I am doing my errands, but I thought I'd give him a break. We have breakfast at the Crowne Plaza lounge with Shan Boy heartily eating everything in sight (he is not averse to the western food available). After breakfast I ask Shan Boy if he wanted me to give him a tip for his services yesterday, in case he needed some money for expenses today. He said I could just give it to him on the last day. I give him one of the key cards for the room, in case he needed to get in while I was gone. Even with all my stuff in the room, I trusted him with my things. He trusts me enough to not ask for a tip today, even if there was a chance I could tell him to get lost when he left, stiffing him of his tip. So I decide to trust him back. We part ways at the BTS Silom station. He walks towards Sathorn, I get on the BTS to my destination. I spend a few hours doing my thing. In the midst of it all, the captain from Moonlight bar sends me a Line, asking me if I was going to the bar tonight: I had to ask about the models, the superstars, the ones that have impossibly beautiful bodies, handsome faces, and an aura of sexiness and aloofness. Can the be offed? Of course they can. Everyone has a price. So they are only tops, the off fee for them is 1500 baht, and their tips are 4000-5000 baht. That is almost as much as an hour with a USA money boy. Which I understand. They know that here they have something unique to offer. In the USA they would be a dime a dozen among money boys. I am sure they make a killing here. The captain sends me a pic: Blowing up the photo up close: Very yummy boys indeed. And really, they are more impressive live then in photos, I can assure you. I can see myself offing every single one of them, money be damned. At least one of them, just for curiosity. And it featured one white model! I am fairly surprised by this. I circle the three that I like: I ask the names of the three: I wonder why Mr. Igor faring superstar cannot be offed. That would be an interesting to off a Russian money boy in Bangkok. He sends me more photos of a special boy guest: I wonder if he can be offed. I didn't ask. Like I said before, I am an anomaly. I like mamasans and captains helping me with stuff like this. I get a lot of info from them. I finish my errands and message Shan Boy to tell him that he can go back to the hotel room. Shan Boy texts back saying he will be at the hotel in an hour. I get back to the room and relax for a bit. I was tired from all the errands of today. I notice a pamphlet I took last night from Moonlight: gb Guide. Gay Boy guide? Gay Bangkok guide? I've never seen this before. This was new to me. What drew me to the pamphlet was the cover boy. It was one of the super sexy model boys from Moonlight. He looks yummy on photo, but he is so much more sexy live. He did the shower show at Moonlight last night, solo. I've never seen the shower show feature only one boy before, but boy did he own the stage. The choreography was excellent, and it was not like the random gyrations of previous shower shows. Like I said, they have picked up their game, and it made me want cover model boy more. Going through the pages I see the full add for Moonlight: Again, it featured the models I've seen in the bar. Very yummy. A short article about the bar: It was not all Moonlight though. There was an ad for the new G-boy, which is the old X-Size: And an accompanying feature article: A Tawan ad, and they managed to do one without the former Tawan superstar Mekhin: And new Screw Boys, a classic bar in my opinion. I hope I get to visit it this trip: I recognize some of the Screw Boy boys in the ad. I definitely need to visit. Also a "hi-light" blurb: Some ads for the Massage places too. I need to visit these ones. My Hero massage: "Come 3 Pay for 2" - is I am assuming get 3 masseurs for the price of two. I would definitely get this promo when I get the chance. And I wouldn't mind if the boys in the ad were the ones giving me the massage. The Prince massage. Is this massage place particularly gay? Tawan "The Sun" Massage. Haven't too much about this. Is this like Tawan but in massage form? And some other massage/spa information: There are a bunch of maps of the various gay establishment, from Silom to Sukhumvit to Ratchada as well, and directories of just about every gay and gay-adjacent establishments in Bangkok, from saunas to beauty parlors and every thing else in between. I can post the maps and directories if this is useful to anyone. It is a pretty handy guide and newbies and possibly guys who have not been to Bangkok after a while will find this guide pretty useful. I know I do. Shan Boy comes back. My Bangkok dreaming is a reality once again. More on the boys, next...

1.9: Third Time’s a Charm Three offs a day is probably my limit when it comes to Thailand. I have not offed more than three boys a day ever (I think). I don’t think I’ve arranged any (paid) mini-orgies because that obviously can be prohibitively expensive. I have arranged (free boy) orgies before, and one was this trip, but not in Thailand. That’s probably a story for another time. But speaking about Monger Index, offing three Thai boys is still probably cheaper, or at least as costly, as getting one boy for an hour back in the USA. But right now, my attention is on Cambodian boy (Cam Boy) from Fresh Boys 3 hours ago. Finally, after being with ShanBoy in the beginning, after MonBoy’s trip down memory lane, I try to remember why I offed Cam Boy in the first place. He was tall, cute face, his shirt hugging his lean frame, and his fashionable jeans forming his thighs perfectly. In the elevator, I put a hand on his tummy. Rock hard six pack abs. That would be exciting to feel out tonight. I look at his groin area and I see a considerable bulge. For some reason he was sexier now with more clothes one than in those skimpy white briefs on the stage in Fresh Boys. “What you do after you go Fresh Boy,” he asks me in broken English. “I go other bar off boy,” I tell him honestly. “WOW really, you have sex now with boy?” We head over to my room. “Yes and also I have sex your friend in the day. I have two boy already today.” I look at his face as he processes this information. I wonder what he thought about this. We get to the room. He sits down on the couch and starts taking off his shoes. I ask him to take all his clothes except for his underwear. He does this and I am impressed by what I see. It is one thing to off someone based on what you see in the darkness of a bar and having him sit with you. Its another thing to see the same person in the flesh in bright hotel room lights. This kid was a stunner. And a stealth stunner for sure, because you would have never known in the bar. Great chest, nice 8(!) pack abs, and nice arm definition. His thighs were big for his frame, and had a sprinkling of hair on them. And the best part of all. He was already hard, and his sizeable penis was already peaking out of his briefs. I had no choice but to unwrap the goods. I slid his briefs off him, and out flops out his cock. This cock was easily 7, maybe 8 inches and thick. Again, you would never know onstage in Fresh Boys that this kid had this big cock. And he was hard, which was good for me because we haven’t done anything yet, which means that I at least have his interest. I examine the cock, peel the foreskin back. One must admire such beauty when it presents itself in front of you. “Customer want you fuck them?” I ask him, knowing that the answer is yes, because that cock was made to top. “Yes, I top many,” he answers, proud of himself. “OK good, but I no bottom. I top only ok?” He nods, understanding the request, probably thoroughly briefed by Shan Boy about my preferences. I turn him around and bend him over to expose his ass. His hole was equally beautiful. I put a tongue in there, and then my whole mouth. Again, no scent, no trace of anything. It was a trend today. All the asses I’ve rimmed today have been pristine. We go to the bed. I hurriedly take off all my clothes. I lie down and he starts sucking off my already hard cock. He was a pro. I let him do this for a while. He pulls me up and kisses me full on the lips. Now we are talking. He was getting horny. I feel the urgency in his kisses. Really deep, wanting more and more. He kept jacking off my cock as we kiss. He was aiming to please. After a few rounds of him sucking me and me rimming him, while kissing every chance we get, I reach for the condom and lube and tell him its time. He lays down, lifts up his legs, and I put in a lubed finger to see how he was. And he was ready. I slide in my cock and fuck him. Even with the two other fucks I’ve had today I was still enjoying the sensation, as I thrust back and forth. His big cock sways back and forth with every thrust, and his abs tense up with every thrust. These were great visuals. He touches his cock, and with a few pumps he cums. There was a lot. He has been storing this for a while. I keep fucking him. I take his cum and jack his still hard cock with it. The sensation of cum in my hand and his cock was amazing. Pretty soon I cum as well. Third time’s a charm. I scoop the remaining cum off of his torso and put it in his mouth. He licks it all. We kiss. We shower. We exchange Line. We laugh at the absurdity of offing three boys in a day. I give him 2000 baht. I text Shan Boy and tell him the coast is clear. I offer Cam Boy a free Crowne Plaza bottled water. Cam Boy gives me a big sloppy wet kiss, and he leaves. Five minutes later Shan Boy appears. He hugs me. He goes to the bedroom and inspects the carnage. “Three boy many na,” he said, laughing. I am glad he is in on the absurdity of it all. He sees my clear lube bottle and examines it. “Before like this,” pointing to the top of the bottle. “Now like this,” pointing to the current level of the lube. I have used almost half of the lube today. I usually bring a travel-sized 3 ounce bottle of lube to trips like this. If my normal days are like today, I think I need to graduate to the normal size bottle. “You shower na?” I ask him. “Yes, moment,” he tells me. I tidy up the bed, trying to at least undo the damage from Cam Boy. He emerges in a towel, looking nice with his hair still tousled. He finds his underwear and tries to wear it. “No,” I tell him. “I want you cum.” I did not want a load go to waste. Even if I came three times already, I wanted Shan Boy to cum as well. I am greedy this trip. Shan Boy does what I say. He tidies up after himself and turns off all the lights except the one by the bed and gets in the bed. I do my work. I put his cock in my mouth. I feel it get hard with every second it was in my mouth. I suck greedily, with purpose. Shan Boy moans. I look up and see him with his eyes closed. I labor some more. He cums in my mouth. I think my trips to South America has emboldened me sexually. Today was a good day. We both sleep soundly tonight. Tomorrow, a lot of other things to do, and another three boy day, next…

Monger index replies: This is my life. Breathe life to numbers. It has served me well. I think if one lives close or next to a "Monger Location" then it is always economical to go to that country, and uneconomical to go the other countries. Kind of like Mexico is to the USA. But you are right, no matter what country we are looking at, it is the boys that make it all worthwhile. I find the if I want maximum relaxation and service then Bangkok is my go to country. It's sort of a vacation with lots of sex, versus a sex vacation, which to me is what Brazil and Colombia are. I never go through the motions iwth sex in those countries. It's always balls to the wall, no hold barred passion. And sometimes, paying $1000 overnight for a lovely local American boy is more economical, if you count the vacation time one must spend when going to Thailand. I often neglect the fact that vacation time costs me money too, even if it is a cost that I never see, because I just take it and never think about the fact that since I am a salaried guy. Indeed, auxiliary costs like off fees and drink fees in Thailand, or Cabina fees and entrance fees in saunas in Brazil, are costs that may need to be put into the index. This might make it a more even playing field between the two countries, as off fees and drink fees are more expensive than the auxiliary fees in Brazil. Indeed, I should've made it its own post. Oh well. Making the index relative to local GDP is a good measure for the money boys for sure. Kind of like when Colombian or Brazilian money boys who go to Hong Kong and eclipse the local money boys. They can get more in HK than what they can in their home countries. I have thought about doing an analysis on how long you should spend in any location to break even to what you spend at home, and how many more money boys it takes for both home and Thailand or wherever for this break even analysis. And its awesome that Thailand serves as motivation for you to keep in shape. I know a few people who do this, or thinking about doing this. This alone makes going to Thailand an even more value proposition, and the presence of awesome boys is just icing on the cake. There is a flipside, I know someone who thinks Thailand money boys have more drama than the latino money boys. And Colombia and Brazil do get a bad rap in terms of safety. But my experience has been overwhelming positive, in Latin America or Thailand, but it depends on the person. In the end again, your mileage my vary. We are spoilt for choice and lucky to have a lot of countries to enjoy boys in. Massage is an avenue that I think Thailand is head and shoulders over anyone else in the world. If you are looking for great sensual massages, Thailand cannot be beat. More Monger Index stuff, next...

Day 1.75: The Boy is Back If I can help it, I would always want to off a new boy, instead of a boy I already offed in the past. Variety is the spice of life after all. Tonight, I offed MonBoy, a boy I famously offed last year. But looking at him now, I feel that I did off a new boy. There was something different about him tonight. Yes, there were obvious physical improvements to talk about (more muscular, bigger thighs and butt, less stress around the eyes), but there were also more subtle ones. “You still like me?” he asks me as we make our way through to Surawong on our way to the Crowne Plaza. “Maybe,” I say. “I no drink many na,” he says. “Before I drink many beer. Now no. I no want. I grow up.” He did drink a lot the last time we met. I always thought those overt displays of affection were alcohol-fueled. Here was this supposedly straight gorgeous guy who had sex with guys for money, making passionate monkey sex with me. It could only be fueled by liquid courage of course. It's all the same to me. I had fun, he got his money. But he seemed fairly introspective tonight. He reminisced about our time together. About little details I forgot happened but him remembering them like it was yesterday. He told me about the tough year he had after leaving Bangkok and going back to the farms of Myanmar. How it taught him all sorts of lessons, and now, back in Bangkok, more than ever, very eager to earn more money. We get to my room and he hugs and kisses me, and then takes both my hands and kisses them too. “Thank you tonight,” he says. While I wanted to bask in his graciousness, I did not have much time. I still had the Cambodian I offed in FreshBoys to contend with tonight, and of course there is still ShanBoy, my long time boy for the night. I sit on the bed and encouraged him to do the same. “You want shower?” he asks. “Maybe,”I said, but what I really wanted to do is see his body naked again. I had so many photos of him naked last year. He was not shy about posing for me. Right on cue he started taking off his clothes, and immediately out plops out that legendary cock. It is still there, quite as legendary as before. “You like me again?” he asks, almost too preciously. “Yes I like, I always like.” I maneuver his cock to my hand and stroke it till it was hard. It was still impressive, even if I've seen it before. He starts kissing me to start sex, timidly at first. I give him a lot of tongue. He was taken aback. “I forget you like kiss many,” he exclaims, almost laughing. And as if a switch was flipped, he kisses me back, really deeply. This was more passionate than before. It was kind of surprising. MonBoy was eager to please. I loved every minute of it. He starts taking off my clothes. At this point there was no need to shower. We were in the midst of doing it. He looks at my hard cock and then swallows it whole. Damn, he has learned something new in the past year. He was rocking my world. I take his ass and pivot it towards my face while I lie back down. He sits on my face and I proceed to rim him. Wow, no trace of anything. No scent, not even soap, very clean. It’s as if he knew I was going to off him. Maybe he bathed in Moonlight. I go to town on his ass. I still think he does not top for anyone else, as he was still tight down there. This made me even more crazy. He sucks my cock while I rim him. I come up for air eventually. “You want fuck me?” he asks me, making sure I was satisfied. “Yes I want.” He disappears in the bathroom for a minute and comes back with a towel and a condom and lube packet. He was prepared like ShanBoy. He gives me the condom, and I unwrap it and put the condom on my cock. He lubes himself up and then me. He then sits on me and takes me cock. Slowly, but surely. I can tell he is not used to this. But he didn’t even hesitate doing it for me. He knew what I liked. He does what he thought I wanted. Once he got it all in he starts thrusting. This was some expert level thrusting, with force and purpose. This is the difference with tops that can bottom. They know how to thrust. They know how to use their hips and thighs. I did not have to move a muscle. He was doing all the work. And with the visuals of this gorgeous guy taking me, his body and every muscle straining, with his cock, flaccid but still big, flopping up and down with every thrust, and his face, looking at me, seeing if I was enjoying myself, and trying to give me what I want. That was all it took. I came soon after. MonBoy and I both shower together. He was happy, laughing, had more joy than I have ever seen him with. This was an unexpected surprise. Have I known he was back I would’ve have just had him stay with me long time instead of ShanBoy. First world problems of course. Both are equally engaging and sexy and capable men to be able companions with me, but only one has the emotional and sentimental cache with me, and it was MonBoy. And from his actions, he seems to have the same amount of caring for me. We talk while we put ourselves together. He tells me that some family from Myanmar are in town and they were all going to the zoo tomorrow. He asked me if I could come. I told him I had a lot of things to do tomorrow. He said he would love me to go with him as his friend, not as a customer (whatever that means). He told me what time to be ready in case I wanted to come. I told him I’ll think about it. I text ShanBoy to see what he and the FreshBoys Cambodian was up to. He texted back that he was still at the bar and they were both waiting for me. I told them I was coming. I tell MonBoy to help me tidy up the room. We both head down to Rama IV and just talk about life. It was good to see him. We part ways as I make the left to Surawong to fetch the two boys. It was 12:15 AM on a Saturday night. Everything was still hopping but the crowds have died down somewhat. I get to FreshBoys and I see the two boys standing there. I ask them if they were hungry and both said yes. I wanted to eat something authentic but didn’t want street food. So I chose the very first restaurant we see as we head back out to Surawong: the Happy Beer Garden restaurant. I told the boys to order many dishes so we can all share. ShanBoy chose the dishes and asked me if I liked any of them. I said everything was fine. At this point I was super hungry. I had sex twice today already and all I ate today was some free finger food at the Crowne Plaza at 6 PM, and airline breakfast on Cathay at 8:30 AM. I was actually glad ShanBoy ordered a lot. Between the three of us we devoured all the food. It was delicious. I try to hold off on getting Thai food back home. The wait was worth it. And like most Myanmar boys who spend some time with me, ShanBoy had the habit of feeding me. While eating I tried talking to Cambodia boy. He had a hard time understanding me and ShanBoy had to translate. Cambodia Boy then decided to tell ShanBoy that he wanted to tell me something. ShanBoy told me that when I left, some customers wanted to off Cambodia boy but he did not go with them because he was already committed to me tonight. I apologized to Cambodia Boy and told him that it would not have hurt my feelings if he did go with someone else. He said he didn’t mind waiting for me. I hope that was true. I don't think he is used to customers offing him and then making him wait while the customer offs another boy. I pay the bill, a little bit pricey but worth it, and all three of us were on our way. I asked ShanBoy about the night in FreshBoys and he told me about customers and the boys they offed. He said it was a busier night than usual. I ask both of them if they will make the transition to FreshBoys 2 when the time comes. They both said they didn’t know yet. We get to Crowne Plaza, and the sight of two boys with me never fazes anyone in there. We get to the second set of elevators on the 23rd floor and Cambodia Boy and I get in. The elevator door closes and we noticed ShanBoy did not go in. I get a Line from ShanBoy, telling me to tell him when we were done having sex. I guess I was getting Cambodia Boy solo action tonight. So let’s see how a third boy today fares with me, next… (I told you I was greedy this trip)

It's good to be back guys! My first replies: Thanks Scooby for the support. I'll think about putting reports of other countries. I have been to a lot this year and would love to share a bit of it. It is maddening how sexy they are. I can't get over it right now. I have all of them in a drawer in my house, along with all the amenity kits I get from flying so much. I will need to throw these away at some point. Right now I am amassing a collection. Hahahaha. I mean I can get you together with ShanBoy if you want. You can keep the vintage elephant. I got so many of those. OMG you used the word filigree. Such an awesome word. Thanks for the compliment. And it is X-Size that is now G-boy, not X-boys. And with Excelsior Tailors, I like them, but I still prefer my tailor in Pattaya. But since I don't find myself in Pattaya lately I go to Excelsior. They are pretty consistent. Monger Index replies on the next reply post...

Day 1.5: Under Moonlight When in Thailand, I usually don’t off twinks. Not because I am not attracted to them, but because I usually get some twink action when I’m back home. There are many reasons why I pay for sex overseas, and an important one is my search for variety: I’d rather get hunky or muscley Asian men in Thailand because I don’t usually hookup with them much at home. But of course, there are always exceptions, and ShanBoy is one perfect example. But this is why at the beginning of my Thailand adventures I would normally park my ass in Tawan, for the muscle men, DreamBoy, for the gorgeous Thais, and (old) Jupiter, for the hunks. This is the same reason why I was excited about the boy bar Moonlight, which is really a reimagined, more streamlined version of (old) Jupiter. New Jupiter seems to be cut from the same cloth, but more sanitized and gentrified to attract a more general type of audience. That is where the money is, obviously, and it is working for both bars. Much to the chagrin of course to most of us who long for the more sleazy Bangkok boy bars of the past. These are bars I would be comfortable bringing my boyfriend (or my sister really) to for a solid night of entertainment and staring at gorgeous guys, without the veil of sleaziness one associates Thai bars with. So I hoof it from FreshBoys to Moonlight, carefully minding the tuktuks speeding past me in Surawong. I get to the familiar old Jupiter street close to Surawongse hotel. The façade itself was pretty inviting: There were also two model types hanging around the front of the bar. Two hunk types that I would usually off in a heartbeat. But of course I shouldn’t just off them now and not go in the bar to see what it was about. I pay the entrance, a very reasonable 300 baht with one drink, and get escorted into the premises. Once inside, I was kind of surprised I was able to be seated in the second row, which was elevated and has a better viewing angle than the first row, which was just at the edge of stage and therefore you had to look up to view the show. I mean, if you wanted to be closer to the bulges and the boys, that was where to go, but I wanted to be comfortable, and have a wider viewing angle. I was also surprised that the back half of the bar was full. The customers are too shy to sit up front. Why was that. As I sit down I get a “Ni hao!” from the waitstaff. I guess I’m Chinese today. A captain asked me what my drink order was. I give it to him and 5 minutes later he comes back with my drink. I peruse the male offerings on display at the stage. Some average to good looking boys on tonight. Where were the hunks? The captain sits by me. “Where are you from?” he asks me. “USA. California” I answer. The captain suddenly gets excited. “I thought you are from China. Are you Asian?” I tell him of course, I am Asian, and I tell him my heritage. It’s a question I always have to answer here. The captain then tells me that he has been to the USA before. We talk about USA for a bit. He was very friendly. I then tell the captain to buy himself a drink. If he was going to sit with me for this long he might as well be comfortable (or I guess in this case, compensated). As we talk, the boys suddenly leave the stage and a host gets on the stage. And then one by one, the hunks were introduced. Wow, these guys are really really gorgeous. I ask the captain if they were offable. He said some of them yes, but the others have to be convinced. But said that if I wanted anyone off the hunks shelf I am sure something can be arranged. From my experience in Thailand, hunks of these quality usually don’t bottom, don’t kiss passionately, and only built for worship and objectification, not for intense sexual sessions. So I preempt myself from asking stupid questions and just tell the captain “They don’t bottom I am sure.” The captain nods, “Only top.” “They don’t kiss as well?” “Some do. Depends on the customer. Maybe you yes.” I laugh. That would probably mean more $$$. Still, I do find myself worshipping about half of these boys. Curiosity sometimes takes a backseat to sexual gratification for me, especially overseas, and more often than not I am surprised by the result. The captain asks me what my normal type was. I tell him the truth: a bottom would be nice. He then thinks about his selection of boys. He asks me for my Line and I give it to him. After a minute I get a couple of photos from him (censored as per GayThailand’s policy): “Wow!” I exclaim. Forget about the hunks. This boy was HOT. “He is Cambodian,” the captain tell me. I ask him if I could off him. The captain goes and finds the boy. Suddenly, behind me, I hear someone creep up to me. “Numazu!” a boyish voice calls out. I was about to turn around but strong arms suddenly engulf me from behind. Who was this guy? The boy sits beside me. It was MonBoy. Remember him? He kisses me full on the lips. As like before he was not shy about giving me affection. I was not sure how this PDA would go over in the bar, but I didn’t care at this point. The feelings come back. I was very happy to see him. He was still handsome, maybe looks happier tonight. He was in the usual Moonlight tank top and briefs uniform. He seems a little bit more muscular than before. His thighs were massive. He was more tan. His arms were toned. And his smile of course. That stupid engaging smile. It was a big smile, very genuine. He was giddy that he saw me again. I was giddy too. I can’t believe he is working again in Moonlight. He hugs me tightly. He kisses my hand, my forearm, my neck. “Good to see you again,” he says. “You ok?” I ask. “Yes, now I OK.” I knew he has been through hard times in the past year (from his facebook). But now he looks radiant and carefree. We talk for a bit about how long I was here for and my plans. He kisses me again. This was getting out of hand. I appreciated the attention but he was getting a lot of stares from other customers. The captain comes back. He tells me the gorgeous boy was offed for the night and left early. He said the boy was fairly popular. But he said I can back tomorrow and the captain will reserve the boy for me. I tell him to do just that. I think I have my boy for tonight. The captain, seeing the obvious unbridled affection Monboy was showing me, asks me if we knew each other. I tell him a short version of what happened before. I even show the captain a photo of the hickeys I’ve received from MonBoy last year when I offed him in new Jupiter. I told the captain the boy knew how to be with me. And it was obvious that he wanted to be with me again. Maybe it was out of necessity, or maybe he really wanted to connect with me. I was actually nostalgic and wanted him tonight. I asked MonBoy if he can be offed tonight. He tells me yes but he has a couple of numbers in the show tonight. And asked me if I could wait. I wanted to see the show anyway so it was just fine. I won’t elaborate on what the show entails because everyone can watch it in Moonlight’s live feed in the Facebook page. But of course, that live feed pales in comparison to seeing it live. The model boys were super gorgeous and god-like sexy, and their parts in the show were well-choreographed and maximized their sexiness and appeal to the audience. The other numbers were great as well. Very well done and the choreography was excellent. It was a far cry from the indifferent dancing that plagued the old Jupiter before. Moonlight was on the top of its game, from the excellent numbers to the gorgeous models to the great boys, down to the social media presence and promotional materials available. If this was the future of Bangkok boy show bars, I was fine with it. Others of course disagree. While the show was happening the captain continues to engage me with some tidbits about the bar and the boys. He was really friendly and helpful, and not at all annoying. I am the weird Bangkok sex tourist who actually doesn’t mind getting pestered by mamasans and captains. I find that I get a bit more out of the evening with their help. And sure enough I do get more from this captain. I’ll elaborate on this later. MonBoy does his two show numbers and sits back down with me. I tell him to put on street clothes. The show has made me really horny for my short-time with MonBoy. I pay for the off fee and the extra drink by the captain. MonBoy returns and kisses me on the lips and sits down and takes my hand. It was 11:10 PM. I still had that one boy that I offed in FreshBoy that I was gonna meet at midnight. I better get moving. I tell MonBoy we should go. I say goodbye to the captain and tell him I’ll be back tomorrow for the Cambodian. MonBoy takes my hand and we leave the bar holding hands. Reacquainting myself with MonBoy, next…

BONUS TOPIC: The Monger Index I'm interrupting my posting this weekend because I am on travel. When am I not on travel? I used to write these trip reports in between trips and at layovers. Now this are a little bit difficult. I will continue next week. But to tide you over, I am cross-posting something I wrote in BoyToy during the end of my Brazil Trip Report. It is a metric I came up with called the Monger Index, or a way to compare the cost of hiring in different countries versus the boys you get back home. It’s a metric me and a buddy of mine came up with while super drunk at the Crowne Plaza Bangkok at 3 AM in the morning years ago. He asked me why I get all these prostitutes overseas. With the airfare and hotel rooms, that cost adds up. Wouldn’t it be just cheaper to hire prostitutes back home? I told him he was crazy because (a) the prostitutes are expensive back home and (b) sex is more fun when on vacation anyway. But I disputed his thesis that it is cheaper to hire prostitutes back home. So I came up with an index that measures how much cheaper it is to get hot guys overseas than in the USA, accounting got airfare and lodging costs. This is the Monger index. I apologize for the math. I am Asian after all. Some assumptions: (1) Time Range: The index would not work in measuring one-offs. Of course ONE prostitute would be cheaper in the USA than ONE prostitute in Bangkok. A $250 an hour prostitute you hire for one hour to take home to your USA house is cheaper than a $50 gogo boy you get in a nice gogo bar if you add the $600 roundtrip airfare one needs to get to the sauna, plus the hotel cost. It will only work if you hire by bulk, and have a longer time range. My assumption for this index example is one week, or 7 days. For example, if you get one guy every day in a week in the USA, that adds up to 7*$250 = $1750. Now we are talking bigger dollars. Have sex in bulk when overseas helps you recoup your cost. (2) Airfare: The index should include the airfare. For my purposes here, I use airfare coming from California, because that's where I live. So for example, a typical off-season RT air ticket to Sao Paulo, Brazil is $1000. For Bangkok, it’s $550. This is a fixed cost in the index. (3) Hotel: Of course you have to assume you are getting a hotel in the city you are mongering in. I assume my hotels will be typical AirBNB’s, with basic amenities in a decent and nearby neighborhood. Translation: not a dump but not fancy, and Uberable or walkable to the sauna and tourist-friendly services. For Sao Paulo I assume of the cost, the AirBNB me and the BF got in Bela Vista last December. It was a decent $50 a night. For 7 nights that adds up to $350. For Bangkok, a typical decent Silom Soi 3 AirBNB costs $45 a night. (4) Overnights: I put in the calculation the cost it takes for hiring a guy overnight. For California, a typical overnight with a hot but not “superstar porn star” hot is $1000. For Sao Paulo, Jonas’ example was 200 reals, but I count his initial 200 reals in the sauna as part of the overnight, so 200+200 = 400 reals, or $104. For Bangkok, its a bit tricky, but I assumed a high-end 3000 baht overnight, or $91. I pay that because of all the sexual acrobatics I require all my boys. It is only fair. So here are the gross calcs. For 7 days, if I hired a boy for one hour and another boy for overnight every day: California Prostitute: Price for one hour times 7 + Price for an overnight times 7 = $250*7 + $1000*7 = $8750 Bangkok GoGo Boy: Airfare + 7 nights in AirBNB + Price for a garoto in the sauna times 7 + Price for a garoto overnight times 7 = $550 + $315 + $52*7 + $91*7 = $1866 Sao Paulo Garoto (Jonas): Airfare + 7 nights in AirBNB + Price for a garoto in the sauna times 7 + Price for a garoto overnight times 7 = $1000 + $350 + $52*7 + $104*7 = $2442 The index is calculated as the ratio of the 7-day cost of USA boys, divided by the total cost in that country. 7-day Monger Index for Sao Paulo = $8750/$2442 = 3.58 7-day Monger Index for Bangkok = $8750/$1866 = 4.70 Issues: (1) I do not count the Uber cost to get to the sauna or gogo bar, or the entrance fee for the sauna, or the cabina price, or the off fee, or the drink costs in a bar. (2) I do not account for food costs. Of course you have to eat whether in the USA or Brazil or Thailand. This may be a future improvement to be added. (3) The airfare is just from California, maybe it’s more or less where you are. Maybe my assumption of $550 for Bangkok is too much or too little. This is just what I see anecdotally. So, with that, here are my Monger Indices for some 6 cities I’ve been to, ranked by the best to worst: 1. Pattaya, Thailand: 5.54 2. Bangkok, Thailand: 4.70 3. Mexico City, Mexico: 4.53 4. Bogota, Colombia: 3.77 5. Sao Paulo, Brazil: 3.58 6. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil: 3.44 These are solely based on my experience. Your Monger Index may be different. Some observations: (1) Thailand remains the most bang for your buck, because of the presence of cheap decent places to stay in and low cost to fly there from California. (2) Mexico is helped by the fact that it’s so close to California, therefore the airfare is cheap. (3) Brazil on the other hand, is dinged by how expensive the airfares are from California. (4) If I factor in food, Thailand may even get a higher index, and Brazil may get a lower index. (5) Grindr prices were only used in Bogota and Mexico, because I do not have experiences getting anyone there outside of Grindr. So your mileage may vary. (6) Quality of boys is impossible to measure. And it is subjective, so it can’t be put in the index. The index is solely a quantitative metric. For example, twinks may be better in Thailand. Adonises may be better in Brazil. Again, quality is subjective, and can’t be measured meaningfully. Of course, in the end, your mileage may vary, and these indices are only meaningful to me. If you don’t like having sex with Asians, your Monger Index for Thailand is -1000000, for example. Thoughts and improvements to this index is highly appreciated.

Day 9.5-10: Até mais, tchau tchau I get back to the hotel with a feeling of accomplishment. I guess I could just average one sauna visit per trip and it would be fine. I’m good with that. I’ll be back in the country in 3 months anyway so I have time to try this again. And barely before I get situated in the room I get a WhatsApp message. It was Jonas, asking what I was doing and if he could go to my hotel. I thought about it for 5 minutes. Should I troll for dick online or spend more time with hunky Lagoa boy? I asked him what was going to be his rate. He said the same as was in the sauna. So 200 reals. I asked him if he was going to stay overnight. He said yes and he said he can stay till after lunch. I asked if I could have unlimited sex with him. He said no problem. I was sold. I told him I was available, and gave him the address for the hotel: He said he was going to be there at 9:30 PM. Great. One hour to relax before I get bombarded by the famous Brazilian charm again. I calculated that with all the hours I spent in Brazil this trip, I only spent 10.2% of it all alone. And that included about 7 hours of sleep the first night. But then again, why spend any time alone when you can be in the presence of hotness 24/7. At 9:10 PM Jonas tells me he is on his way. At 9:40 PM he tells me he is at the lobby sitting. At 9:43 PM we were back in my room making out. That what the best part about him. The kissing. And there were so many good parts about him for sure. There was no way in hell I’d go for a 4th round right now having just cum my third load today two hours ago. instead, we eat. We go look for a nice restaurant near the hotel. We find the Braugarten Restaurante just 100 meters from the hotel. We order some steaks and beer. Over dinner, he asks me about how I came to learn Portuguese. I told him about my progress, and my goal to be fluent by December 2019. I told him the only reason I can speak Portuguese now is because (a) I was not relying on Google Translate and being forced to talk and (b) I am talking to native speakers. The minute I set foot in California, I knew the Portuguese immersion will be over and I will forget everything I learned. I told him that I learn more about Portuguese from him and Gabriel, two people who didn’t know a lot of English, and not from people like Marcos who were fluent in English and there was less pressure to speak in straight Portguese. We talk about him and his origins. He was a student, just trying to earn money for school through the sauna. He had just about a month working in Lagoa, having worked in the Rio saunas mostly. He said he was from Recife, and would go every once in a while to visit his family. I told him about my “visit every state in Brazil” project, and Pernambuco is a state I have not been to yet. He offered to go with me and to show me around. I asked him if there were garoto saunas in Recife. He said there were a few. I asked if he could go with me and help me fucking the boys. He said that would be fun. I was beginning to like him. So we make plans about me going on a side trip in my December trip to Recife. I pay the bill and it was 145 reals ($41). We go back to the room and cuddle. After a while it was inevitable of course. In the presence of such perfection one cannot help oneself. I fuck him again, he cums again. He tries fucking me but he was simply too big. I cum for the fourth time today. We sleep soundly. We have breakfast in the morning (Mcdonalds, don’t hate me). We make out a few more moments but don’t have sex. I give him his 200. I get him an Uber back to his apartment (20 reals). I pack. I take an Uber to GRU. Another successful trip. Jonas keeps in touch as promised. Not as much as Gabriel but it was still nice. He asks me when will I be in BRazil next. I tell him I plan on doing a Belo Horizonte and Rio trip in September. He tells me he wants to go to Rio to see me. I ask how much. He said he does not need payment, just a trip: Two days later I understand why he was offering a freebie. He wants to send me $1000 to buy some clothes in the USA in the Outlets here. This was an interesting turn of events. I say yes of course. Let’s see if he really does send me the money in August before my trip. That’s all folks. Bonus Topic: The Monger Index Since Jonas was able to do both short sauna sex and a longer overnight stay with sex with me, I thought I’d put this into my “Monger Index.” It’s a metric me and a buddy of mine came up with while super drunk at the Crowne Plaza Bangkok at 3 AM in the morning years ago. He asked me why I get all these prostitutes overseas. With the airfare and hotel rooms, that cost adds up. Wouldn’t it be just cheaper to hire prostitutes back home? I told him he was crazy because (a) the prostitutes are expensive back home and (b) sex is more fun when on vacation anyway. But I disputed his thesis that it is cheaper to hire prostitutes back home. So I came up with an index that measures how much cheaper it is to get hot guys overseas than in the USA, accounting got airfare and lodging costs. Some assumptions: (1) Time Range: The index would not work in measuring one-offs. Of course ONE prostitute would be cheaper in the USA than ONE prostitute in Brazil. A $250 an hour prostitute you hire for one hour to take home to your USA house is cheaper than a $35 sauna boy you get in your cabina at the sauna if you add the $1000 roundtrip airfare one needs to get to the sauna, plus the hotel cost. It will only work if you hire by bulk, and have a longer time range. My assumption for this index example is one week, or 7 days. For example, if you get one guy every day in a week in the USA, that adds up to 7*$250 = $1750. Now we are talking bigger dollars. Have sex in bulk when overseas helps you recoup your cost. (2) Airfare: The index should include the airfare. For my purposes here, I use airfare coming from California, because that's where I live. So for example, a typical off-season RT air ticket to Sao Paulo is $1000. For Bangkok, it’s $550. This is a fixed cost in the index. (3) Hotel: Of course you have to assume you are getting a hotel in the city you are mongering in. I assume my hotels will be typical AirBNB’s, with basic amenities in a decent and nearby neighborhood. Translation: not a dump but not fancy, and Uberable to the sauna and tourist-friendly services. For Sao Paulo I assume of the cost, the AirBNB me and the BF got in Bela Vista last December. It was a decent $50 a night. For 7 nights that adds up to $350. (4) Overnights: I put in the calculation the cost it takes for hiring a guy overnight. For California, a typical overnight with a hot but not “superstar porn star” hot is $1000. For Sao Paulo, Jonas’ example was 200 reals, but I count his initial 200 reals in the sauna as part of the overnight, so 200+200 = 400 reals, or $104. So here are the gross calcs. For 7 days, if I hired a boy for one hour and another boy for overnight every day: California Prostitute: Price for one hour times 7 + Price for an overnight times 7 = $250*7 + $1000*7 = $8750 Sao Paulo Garoto (Jonas): Airfare + 7 nights in AirBNB + Price for a garoto in the sauna times 7 + Price for a garoto overnight times 7 = $1000 + $350 + $52*7 + $104*7 = $2442 The index is calculated as the ratio of the 7-day cost of USA boys, divided by the Sao Paulo boys. 7-day Monger Index for Sao Paulo = $8750/$2442 = 3.58 Issues: (1) I do not count the Uber cost to get to the sauna, or the entrance fee for the sauna, or the cabina price (2) I do not account for food costs. Of course you have to eat whether in the USA or Brazil. This may be a future improvement to be added. (3) The airfare is just from California, maybe it’s more or less where you are. Maybe my assumption of $1000 is too much or too little. This is just what I see anecdotally. So, with that, here are my Monger Indices for some 6 cities I’ve been to, ranked by the best to worst: 1. Pattaya, Thailand: 5.54 2. Bangkok, Thailand: 4.70 3. Mexico City, Mexico: 4.53 4. Bogota, Colombia: 3.77 5. Sao Paulo, Brazil: 3.58 6. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil: 3.44 These are solely based on my experience. Your Monger Index may be different. Some observations: (1) Thailand remains the most bang for your buck, because of the presence of cheap decent places to stay in and low cost to fly there from California. (2) Mexico is helped by the fact that it’s so close to California, therefore the airfare is cheap. (3) Brazil on the other hand, is dinged by how expensive the airfares are from California. (4) If I factor in food, Thailand may even get a higher index, and Brazil may get a lower index. (5) Grindr prices were only used in Bogota and Mexico, because I do not have experiences getting anyone there outside of Grindr. So your mileage may vary. (6) Quality of boys is impossible to measure. And it is subjective, so it can’t be put in the index. The index is solely a quantitative metric. For example, twinks may be better in Thailand. Adonises may be better in Brazil. Again, quality is subjective, and can’t be measured meaningfully. Of course, in the end, your mileage may vary, and these indices are only meaningful to me. If you don’t like having sex with Asians, your Monger Index for Thailand is -1000000, for example. -The End-

Day 1: Fresh ShanBoy While on the traffic-laden, 50-minute taxi ride from Suvarnabhumi to Silom, I had a chance to let my hardon go down and quietly plan the next 5 days. Even with the sight of a hot boy sitting next to me willing to do anything that I want him to do, I still had to be efficient. Lots of things to accomplish for sure, and I had to shoehorn seeing as many boys as I could in between non-sex endeavors. The first thing I needed to do is to go to see my usual tailor in Bangkok, who happens to also be in Silom. I have a more preferred tailor in the country, but he is based in Pattaya, and unfortunately I have not been back to “sodom by the sea” since July 2016. I have to remedy this at some point and high tail is Pattaya one of these trips, but not this week. Curiously ShanBoy automatically pays for the two road tolls we encounter on the ride. Again, does things without being asked. Like a true butler. I forgot that tolls were a thing in Bangkok. I tell him I will pay him later. He smiles and says “OK.” We get to Crowne Plaza and upon the sight of the big bags we had, the bellboys immediately swarm the taxi and help ShanBoy with the bags. “Welcome back Mr. Numazu,” the familiar bellboy whispers at me. I am impressed that they still know my name. The bellboy takes the bags away as ShanBoy and I make our way to the elevators. “Good afternoon Mr. Numazu, and nice to see you again!” says the familiar concierge person. He has been here all these years and has helped me with numerous things, and has seen me with numerous boys. It’s like coming back home. Up at the 23rd floor I ask ShanBoy to sit tight at one of the couches while I check in. “We have been expecting you Mr. Numazu,” says my usual reception person. I remember her checking me in the past 3 years. This place is really consistent and has not had a lot of turn over of personnel, which is a positive sign. She gives me the usual upgrades and lounge access. Before I leave for my room I expected to be given their usual souvenir giveaway to guests, a small plush elephant. I have so many of these already. “What color you like? What you not have?” I choose a purple one. I’m pretty sure I have 2 of the purple already but I felt like purple today. Once we got to the always lovely and spacious Crowne Plaza deluxe room, a wave of fatigue suddenly hit me. Jet lag is setting in. No matter how much sleep I get on the flight before, I eventually succumb to it on the first day. ShanBoy, sensing my weariness, asked me if I wanted us both to sleep. “Sure, but sex first,” I answer jokingly. “OK, but we wait for bags ok,” he answers in all seriousness. 5 minutes later my usual bellboy shows up with my two heavy bags. “Give 50 baht ok?” I tell him to tip the bellboy. Without hesitation he gets his wallet and pays the guy 50. We get a wai and he leaves. ShanBoy proceeds to strip all his clothes except for his underwear. He then takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. He helps me out of my clothes. He turns on the shower and adjusts the water temperature to my liking. He knows the usual Farang setting for the shower. We shower together and he takes the lead in scrubbing me down from head to toe, complete with a nice back rub. He tells me I am finished and I should dry up. I leave the shower. He completes soaping himself up, including some concentration on his ass. I finish drying up. I go to the bedroom and get under the covers. After a few minutes he emerges with a towel around his waist. He draws the curtains in to block all sunlight. He turns off most of the lights. He takes his little bag and puts it near the bed. He strips off his towel and then gets in the bed beside me and starts kissing me. He remembered I love kissing. He gives my nipples a bath and proceeds to take my already hard cock in his mouth. I begin to sit up and ShanBoy stops me. “No, you tired.” I laugh and then lay back down. He goes to town on my cock for a while and then reached for his bag. He gets a condom and sheathes my cock with it. He takes a lube packet and applies the contents to me and him. Without hesitation he sits on me, and thrusts up and down while he strokes, till I cum. With a few strokes more he cums on my chest as well. He kisses my cheek and says to me “Wait!” He gets a little towel from the bathroom and cleans me up. He asks what time I want to wake up. I randomly say “5 PM,” and he sets his cellphone alarm to that time. He then lies beside me and cuddles. “Good night!” he says, and sleeps. That, my friends, is the Bangkok Boy Jet Lag Special. And ShanBoy is an expert in giving these out. I will concede that only in Thailand will you ever get this perfect combination of high level of hospitality and care, with precision sexuality and fun. This is why I keep coming back. Fast forward to 5 PM. I feel ShanBoy stir beside me. “You want wake up?” he asks. “Yes,” I say reluctantly. He opens the curtains to let some light in, to peek through to the city view, and to wake me up with sunlight. I sit up. We slept for 4 hours. I felt I could go for more. But I can’t. I have some shit to do. We put on clothes and head to Surawong Rd. My tailor was a 10 minute walk from the hotel. Excelsior Tailors was inside the Siam Heritage Hotel, just past Oasis restaurant, vinapu’s favorite. I go inside the shop. ShanBoy dutifully waits outside. I have had a ton of clothes made by these guys and have come to trust them. They takes my measurements. They ask me how long I am in town for. I get 2 suits, a jacket, and 5 shirts made. No down payment, just come back tomorrow at 5 PM for a first fitting. I was in and out in 10 minutes. On the way back to the hotel, ShanBoy gives me an update on the bar scene. He tells me he now works at Fresh Boys, and the old location is still active. But there was also a new location (Fresh Boy 2) at Patpong near Screwboys, and points it out to me when we pass by. He shows me where the new X-size was, which was now called G-boy. He does not work there anymore but still has friends there: I ask ShanBoy if he was hungry and he says “Yes and no.” “Me too,” I tell him. We get back to the Crowne Plaza and just decide on eating free at the lounge. They had a lot of little food plates that satisfied us. While eating, ShanBoy asks me what I want to do tonight. “I want to off two boy, you ok?” I tell him, again half-jokingly. He laughs and pretends to be shocked. “Why two boy?” I tell him I was only here a short time so I have to off many boys in one day. My max was three. ShanBoy was the first. I need two more. I was really just joking but saying it out loud made sense. “What bar?” he asks. “No sure,” I answer. He sends me something in a Line message: “Maybe you want come Fresh Boy, have party tonight. 9 PM,” he says. I look at the flyer. Maybe this was some promotional material they ask the boys to distribute to their client base. “OK,” I told him. “I go FreshBoy and after I go Moonlight.” I really wanted to go to Moonlight Club. It had tremendous buzz, and the live shows they stream on Facebook were just pretty remarkable. I was in Costa Rica a few weeks ago and showed this live stream to my tico friends there. After seeing one sexy show they all wanted to go to Bangkok. It was very effective advertising. It got me curious at least. After eating we wait at the hotel room before it was time to go to FreshBoy. I show ShanBoy photos of him that I took in December 2016. He stared at them and laughed. “You think better now or before?” he asks. “Better now yes,” I answer. Indeed, he was better now. He was a little bit more muscular, the abs a little more defined, his style little bit more put together, and his hair was trendier. He asks me to forward him some if the old photos. Pretty soon we were walking to FreshBoy. The air was heavy and humid, but the familiar electric feeling one gets when one is on his way to a Bangkok boy bar comes back to me. It was the ultimate cure for jet lag, the promise of seeing hot boys prance around naked in their underwear. We get to Soi Twilight and the customers were just about to assemble, and the familiar players were there as well. I swatted away the aggressive touts from the various bars on the way to FreshBoy. ShanBoy ushers me inside and we get seated at first corner away from the door. I get my usual drink, ShanBoy gets the same. A mamasan who looked familiar comes my way. “I know you,” she says. “You go to X-size.” Yes, I said, one time, and I got ShanBoy. “Nice to see you again.” I decide to buy her a drink because, well, I can, and because she helped me get ShanBoy before. She hung around because of that. “Help me get boy,” I tell her and ShanBoy. They both laugh. “Many boy na,” she says. I look at the stage and see about 15 boys there all in very tight white underwear, with varying degrees of cuteness. I would say that I saw myself offing only 3 out of 15 there. There were a lot of boys also scattered about the premises. So mamasan and ShanBoy proceed to give me the 411 on the boys. ShanBoy explains to mamasan what I wanted (bottom, young, with abs, good kissers, etc). I ask what countries were represented here. They tell me mostly Cambodian, Thai and some Lao, and they had a Viet waiter. I tell them I wanted some Lao. They pointed them to me but I did not like them. ShanBoy points me to some Cambodians he thought I’d like. There was one boy I liked. I ask him if the boy I liked did “everything.” ShanBoy nods. He kiss also, he says. After a few minutes I tell mamasan to call the boy over. I get him a drink. I assess the boy. Cambodia Boy was cute, maybe 21 to 23. He was taller than I was, and had an impressive torso. Very defined abs, nice toned arms and formed biceps. Those skimpy little white briefs sure fit him really well. We make our introductions. His English was not as good as ShanBoy. ShanBoy-butler had to translate for me sometimes. I feel Cambodia boy's body. Very impressive. Cambodia Boy takes my hand and puts it on his crotch. Wow, pretty hung boy for sure. He kisses my cheek. I was sold. I tell ShanBoy to tell Cambodia Boy the spiel. He told Cambodia Boy that I wanted to off him but after 12 midnight. I wanted to go to Moonlight after this and get a boy for short time. Cambodia boy will be a dessert for after the Moonlight main course. Cambodia Boy agreed to the arrangement. He gives me another kiss in the cheek, and then leaves to put some clothes on. It was 10 PM, and the show that was supposedly starting at 9 PM has not started yet. Maybe because the bar was still half empty. It didn’t matter. I tell ShanBoy I will be leaving. I will be going to Moonlight alone. I will be back for him in 2 hours. He tells me that the “show here same same everyday. If you see show one time, you ok.” I guess I will not be missing anything. I pay up, four drinks and two off fees. It wasn’t cheap but who cares. I give mamasan a 100 baht tip. “I come back,” I tell her. I squeeze ShanBoy’s bicep and then I leave. Up next, the very impressive Moonlight, and the boy I get.

Day 9.5: I Go(a) to Lagoa Is the common knowledge here in the boards that Lagoa is the best garoto sauna in Brazil? From my casual combing through the posts here, it sure seems that way. That is why I sent off Gabriel back to Rio. That’s why I kicked out Thiago. Got to make sure I am free and ready for the best of what Brazil has to offer. But just one thing before i dive into things: even with all the circus sex I like having, I am still not comfortable having sex in saunas, or bathhouses, or dungeons, or any other permutations of such. It is not just my thing. I’ve been many times to what many say is the best bathhouse in the world – Babylon in Bangkok – to just eat food and meet friends, and not to score. Maybe what Gabriel sees as the “negative energy” in the saunas is what I see too. I envy the people who can stay for hours and hours in the sauna, just watching hot guy after hot guy pass by. But going to Brazil meant I had to make an exception. And I am glad I did. I thoroughly enjoyed myself at Rio’s equally legendary Club 117, after initial jitters. That’s where I met Gabriel. I preferred having sex with Gabriel in the condo after our first initial 117 roll in the hay, than in the seedy confines of the cabina, with a bed that has seen better days, and the TV that plays straight porn. Like everyone here I had my fears of bringing an unknown entity into my condo filled with my valuables, but Gabriel turned out to be an amazing find. So after coffee with Thiago I head up back to room and tidy it up a bit, in case I come back from the sauna with a garoto. I give me myself a thorough silkwood shower, douche the hell out of my butt, just in case, and other things. As I towel myself dry I notice some bruising on my chest and shoulders where Thiago has held on to me in the throes of passion. He does like leaving battle scars. I put on some shorts and a light t-shirt, and put on my Havaianas, since I did not like using the slippers available in the sauna. I call an Uber and meet the car downstairs. It was a $4 fare: I get to the address and see a non-descript façade: I guess it was similar to Club 117. It was hard to tell from the outside what it was, and all the depravity that was taking place in its rooms (lol). As opposed to Sauna Mezzaninu, which had its name in the front. I get my locker key and I was in. I passed through the locker rooms and saw some customers, but didn’t bother changing into just a towel. I get to a room with some tables and a bar, and see a bunch of garotos intermingled with customers. The scene was very relaxed, and the garotos from the selection that I saw were all winners. One after another, stunners. This was good so far. What is not good? The stunners were with customers. Except for one. He was standing against the far wall, just surveying the land. He saw me staring at him. I couldn’t help staring of course. And that was the point. I stared and stared. He checked many many boxes for me: tall (possibly over 6”2), handsome (nice manicured facial hair, light-ish eyes, Italian nose), muscular (really really muscular, I guess helped by steroids from the way the muscles were), hung (from what I can see, a giant bulge formed in front, towel covering). He smiled at me. Bingo. Amazing smile. He stretched out a giant arm toward me, motioning me to get closer. As I got closer, he got bigger and taller. Mountain man. “Where you from?” he asked, automatically. I answered, in Portuguese, and I asked the same question back. He was relieved that I can speak Portuguese. Very little, I say, but passable. He said he thought I was from China. I tell him people in China think I am from China, so he was not alone. He leaned in closer, enough so I can get a whiff of him. He smelled really manly. He takes my hand and gets me to caress his torso. The musculature is very impressive. I certainly enjoyed running my hand there. He bounced his pecs when I squeeze a nipple. I laugh. He seemed to be the embodiment of why men from all over the world flock to saunas to see. But I told him no, I have not even ventured 20 feet from the entrance. I have to go around the sauna first, to see what is out there. I had a personal rule. I always give myself 15 minutes before I can decide on picking someone. Don’t fall in love with the first guy you see, no matter how perfect. So I walked away. Lagoa seems like a maze. Lots of nooks and crannies here and there. The customers were all shapes, sizes and ages, the garotos ranged from super lean to super buff, black and white, young and some mature, and everything else in between. It was really like Disneyland in here, and the rides were up at the cabinas. I sat down and checked my phone for a while. Gabriel was safe and sound back in Sao Goncalo. His time with me seems like a long time ago, compared to where I was now. I do a victory lap around the area. Some really amazing looking guys. I was close to approaching one or two. If I was in Club 117, those guys would have come up to me by now and said hi. Instead they waved at a distance. I nodded at their direction and soldiered on. And then I see that initial guy again, this time sitting on a bench. He reached out to me again and asks how I was. I told him I was fine. I was just enjoying the view. And I was enjoying his view as well. I saw more of him. He had a very powerful back. His ass was insanely round and large through his towel. This guy is a physical specimen. He asked me what I was looking for. I told him what my preferences were. He said he was a top but can bottom for 200. I smiled and said maybe, and told him I’ll go see what is happening in other parts of the sauna. I wasn’t in a hurry. I squeezed his bicep and walked away. After another 15 minutes of walking around and admiring, I thought I’d get a water. While I was waiting to order at the bar I identified about 5 guys who I’d consider doing a programa with. I might be ready to pull the trigger. And then I feel a large presence sneak up behind me. I turn around, it was him again. I laugh and ask if he wanted a drink. He said no and asked if I got anyone yet. I said no. He then tells me that he is a good kisser and gives me a sample. Man, that was a good kiss. That’s how you get me, with a kiss. I lay my hands on his biceps. Big and powerful. That sealed the deal. I tell him sure but for only 150. He agrees. Persistence pays off with me every time. We go to reception and he gets a room key. I follow him to a room. In the room he immediately hugs me and gives me a warm “obrigado!” That was nice. I ask what his name was. He gives me his nome de sauna, some ridiculous Anglo name that didn’t sound Brazilian. I laughed and remarked that that was not his real name. He said no, it wasn’t, but it’s a name that’s easy for foreigners to say. That made sense. He asks me if I needed to shower. I said no. He said he didn’t need to either. So we get on the bed and kiss for a while. It was more than a while. He was an amazing kisser. That quality of kissing is reserved for lovers, but here I am getting ite from a garoto. I snap out of it, finally realizing that there were other delectable parts of him other than his mouth, so I put a hand on his crotch. I unwrap his towel to make sure. He was a monster. Really thick, respectable length, giant balls. He could destroy people with that thing. I told him as such. He said sometimes he has problems with clients who can’t take him. I told him he won’t be giving it to me. I’ll be giving it to him. And so I did. Condoms, lots of lube. He took it pretty well. It took me a while to cum, because i gave my best to Gabriel and Thiago earlier today, but he is the persistent garoto, and he did his job, and I came in the condom. He asked if I wanted “gozar” I said yes. 50 reals? Sure, I say. So he jacks of with me still in him, until he comes on my tummy and chest. He came a lot. And from pulling the condom from my cock, so did I. We shower together. We talk about things. He asked me about my trip so far. I told him it was my last night. I asked him where he lived, where he comes from, how long he has been working at the sauna. When we were done I ask him for his WhatsApp. While he keyed his number in my phone I asked him if he was open to visiting clients back in their hotels. He said “Sim,” and asked me if I wanted him to do that now. It was only 8:00 PM. Wanting to have my options open I tell him “agora nao,” but to text me when he is done with sauna later tonight to check to see how I feel. He hands me back my phone. I needed a name for the WhatsApp contact. I ask him for his real name. I told him I am not going to key in that stupid name in WhatsApp. He laughed. He tells me his real name is Jonas. “Lindo,” I tell him. He looked liked a Jonas for sure. He agrees for me to take some photos of him, and he takes my phone and he takes some selfies with me as well. I give him 200 reals, as promised. He earned it. He rocked my world. He gives me one last kiss, one that ensures him of leaving a lasting impression on me. It worked. No one will be able to top that kiss tonight. I am calling it a day. I pay for my cover and cabina and call an Uber. Back to Itaim Bibi. But the night is not over, next.

Good job vinapu. I have not finished reading your whole report yet, but from what i've read so far, you did good!

Day 9: It’s Hat trick day Goodbye Gabriel Today is my last full day in Brazil this trip. Gabriel and I part ways too: I fly back to Sao Paulo and he flies back home to Rio. While I feel sad about saying goodbye to Gabriel, I have two things to look forward to today – (1) a chance to visit Lagoa, the legendary sauna in Sao Paulo and (2) hookup with the Grindr guy I met in Day 4.5. And of course I still have Gabriel this morning, so it looks like it is a three guy day for me. I usually have a three guy day when I have a guy staying over the night, and then having another guy in the afternoon, before having a last guy at night. I was kind of regretting the missed opportunity at Sauna Mezzaninu last night. By all other accounts it’s a great sauna with hot boys, judged by both what I saw last night and what has been written about it on here. It is my fault for bringing a Rio garoto who was hotter than the sun, and who, even with all the other available boys in the sauna, for me, proved to have outshone everyone else in the sauna that night. So next time I am in Porto Alegre, I will be alone, and hungry to do this all over again. That is why tonight, I will be going to Lagoa, to satisfy my sauna hunger. But first thing’s first, Gabriel and I wake up to the alarm at 6 AM. I turn towards Gabriel. He stirs but still has his eyes closed. I lick his nipple and put my hand on his cock. His cock is big even soft. I massage it a little bit. Slowly but surely it turns into the monster size he’s known for. I feel his hand behind my head to guide it to his face. We kiss deeply, morning breath and all. “Good morning, how are you” he says, in English, smiling. “I feel great,” I tell him, in English as well. “You want?” Gabriel asks me, grabbing his now fully erect cock. “Sim, por favor,” I answer. I knew what he wanted too. After some more kissing and sucking, I take a condom and sheathe his cock with it. I liberally apply some lube on him and in me, and I slowly sit on it and ease it in. I’ve gotten used to the size by now. And from how fast he came, he still liked how I felt. He pulled out and started kissing me. He took my cock and finished me off. We shower together, playfully soaping each other like we usually do, and talk about future plans. I will see him again in September, in Rio. He wants me to stay with him in Sao Goncalo. He wants to show me Ilha Grande. I tell him I was going to Belo Horizonte as my companion city before Rio, but will see him in Rio after, for possibly 2 nights, maybe 3. I was careful not to make too many promises I cannot keep. He is probably used to customers promising all kinds of shit made while under his spell, and renege on it when they go back to their normal lives. Gabriel was a fantasy companion for any person, and one that was seductive and astonishing, but one that needs to be kept safely at a distance, in the domain of fantasy. Once we finish packing we clean up a little bit in the AirBNB. I thought it was a pretty solid AirBNB stay, even if we barely had time to enjoy it. I send a message to the owner saying we are about to leave. He texts back saying to just leave the keys to the guard at the gate. Gabriel starts to put on his sweater. I tell him “Nao!” and I hand him my black sweater. I tell him to keep it, since I knew he liked it and used it the whole time we were together. “Seguro?” he asks me. “Sim, melhor em voce,” I told him it looked better on him. “Seu frio no aviao!” he tells me, concerned I was going to freeze in the plane. He takes his Adidas sweater, the expensive one given to him by a client, and hands it to me. “Para mim?” I ask him, was it for me? He nods, smiling from ear to ear. I wear the sweater. He says I look good in it. I want to apologize to the client who gave Gabriel the sweater. It is now with me in California. We Uber it to Porto Alegre airport. We have “breakfast” in the VIP lounge in Porto Alegre. We were the only ones there. I encourage Gabriel to steal as many snacks that he could and put it in his bag: When my flight starts boarding I hug Gabriel tightly and we say goodbye. We will see each other again. Hello Thiago I get to my next Sao Paulo hotel in the mid-afternoon. I’m not staying at the Intercontinental this time, but I stayed true to the IHG brand and stay at Staybridge Suites, for only $55 for a night. I didn’t need anything fancy. I am leaving tomorrow to go back to the USA at lunchtime, I only needed a place to stay in Central Sao Paulo to sleep and possibly host a boy or two. The hotel was between Itaim Bibi and Parque Ibirapuera, so it was pretty central. It took me an hour to get there from the airport. My priority was to be able to go to the sauna tonight. It is Lagoa after all. But it was only 2 PM, so I had enough time to get a boy to have sex with. And I didn’t have to troll on Grindr. I already have a boy. I have been talking to Grindr Guy, who I hooked up with on Day 4.5, during the intermission during Marcos’ futile dash to the airport. Let’s call him Thiago. To recap, Thiago was a 22-year-old Paulista Renaissance man student majoring in Music and Biology, and Volleyball, Capoeira and Swimming. He was a fantastic fuck and sat on me like a champ. The bruise on my left nipple from his over eager exertions is almost gone, so its time to get one again from him. I’ve been talking to him all week while I’ve been with Gabriel, keeping him abreast of my activities, to keep the flame burning: I talk to him about meeting on Saturday at 3 PM: And we talk about what we will do to each other on Saturday: And today, I follow up on him on my whereabouts in Sao Paulo: When it was 2 PM, Thiago tells me he is getting ready to go to my hotel: He asks me to pay for the Uber. That was new, but 12 reals to pay for this handsome boy to get to the hotel faster is really a small price to pay for this quality. He calls me in Whatsapp to tell me he is close, and to meet me outside the hotel to pay for the Uber. I go outside and wait for the Uber. After 5 minutes his car arrives. He steps out of the car and waves at me. “Do you have 6 reals?” he asks. I give him 6 reals from the 12 reals I had in my hand. He pays the driver and the Uber speeds away. He hugs me. I ask “I thought it was 12 reals for the Uber?” He answers “I found 6 reals in my wallet. I thought I did not have the change for the ride.” He takes my hand. “Vamos?” he asks. I laugh. “Lets go!” We go hand in hand to the elevators. No one bats an eye. I guess Staybridge Suites is cool with visitors. We get to the room. Thiago kisses me hard. He then asks me “Do you want to talk first or talk later?” I take off his shirt and unbutton his shorts and massage his already hard cock. “What do you think?” He returns the favor and takes off my clothes. We kiss very very deeply. We go to town on each other, but we take our time this time. This kid was very strong. His thighs were fairly muscular, making his ass like steel traps. I lay down on the bed. He takes off his underwear. He sits on my face. I part his cheeks and fulfill a promise. I ate him out. He chows on my cock in response. When he’s done he immediately sits on my cock, with just spit and nothing else. It was hot. I fuck him for a while. He lifts me up and kneels down to suck on my cock some more. He then bends over to expose his wonderful ass to me. I fuck him that way. Not wanting to cum yet, I put his cock in my mouth. After just a few licks he suddenly cums in mouth. “Sorry,” he smiles sheepishly. I kiss him, cum still in my mouth. This was hot. We go through a few more rounds of wrestling in the sheets till I cum in his ass. He cums for a second time on his tummy. I lick it all up and kiss him again till the cum was gone. “Get the cum out of me,” he asks. I got what he was asking. I lay down and he sits on my face again. The cum oozes out of him into my mouth. I sit up and he kisses me. The cum was gone, again. That was filthy fun. No cleanup. Very efficient. We laugh. “You’re very good,” I tell him. “I know, and you told me this already,” he flashes that 1000 watt smile. We talk some more in bed, cuddling, kissing. It was nice just being like this. We talk about what my initial impressions about Brazil, about his life, about mine. I ask him if I can see him again next trip. He said he will be waiting. We shower, and decide to have coffee. I tell him to choose, he chooses Starbucks (to my chagrin). Bought two cappuccinos and resumed our talk. Then it was close to 5 PM. I tell him I need to wrap up, but thanked him for coming. We promise each other to keep in touch on Whatsapp. I call him an Uber. That was fun, but fun more to come. Next, Lagoa.

Day 0.5: Starting off my trip right I am very fortunate to have a job that allows me to travel a lot. Sometimes I travel for work as well, and I try to schedule side trips whenever I can around work. This Bangkok trip is like the latter. I am heading off to work in a country near Thailand that does not have near the quality of the sex tourism infrastructure that Thailand has, although there is an abundance of free boys there. I am not worried about not having sex in the country I am going to work at. But I did want to carve some time away from work to take advantage of the superior nightlife Bangkok had to offer. As I mentioned in the previous post, I was in Bangkok last February. It was during Chinese New Year, and it was a weird trip. Somehow the gogo boys were not clicking for me. For example I went to the legendary Tawan with a Grindr hookup and he mentioned (and I agreed) how depressing the atmosphere was and it was all “old man gogo.” Maybe it was because it was a holiday weekend so not a lot of gogos were in the city that weekend. Three things were good though: (1) paulsf was in town so I got to hang out with him, and also met Michael and Divinemadman for the first time (nice to meet you guys!), (2) the lack of quality gogos was compensated by the presence of Chinese tourists who were visiting over the holiday, so this was the only Bangkok trip in a while where I slept with more Grindr hookups than gogo boys and (3) got to off a nice handsome young muscle boy in Tawan who while in the bar said he doesn’t bottom, but back in my condo happily took all of me. This trip I am prepared to just go all gogo boys, and no Grindr hookups (maybe). The money I saved from last trip, I will get to add to the budget this time, so I have even more freedom to get boys without thinking about breaking the bank. Also this trip, I didn’t want to waste time scouting for an AirBNB apartment, so I just booked myself four nights at the Crowne Plaza Lumpini Park. A little bit pricey but it’s been a good year. Normally I’d stay the first night there and then go on to a cheaper and homelier AirBNB in Silom Soi 3. The Bangkok Crowne Plaza’s ability to check me in earlier than usual, even as early as 8 AM one time, is always its shining quality for me. Nothing like getting in early in the day and sleeping off the jetlag, to wake up late afternoon all fresh and ready to go hit the bars. With this trip I haven’t really thought about travel companions or anything like that. I have not been as prepared for this as previous trips. But someone else has been more prepared for it than I am. Throughout my Bangkok trips I have collected a few Line chat buddies from boys I’ve met. They usually are hot and heavy right after the trip, as they chat me up furiously on Line, constantly asking me when my next trip would be. The messages die down after a while, maybe because I haven’t sent them any money or I haven’t replied soon enough to their liking, or in this case, I have not been back to Thailand in a while. But there is one boy that has been a constant contact. Remember him? He was a gogo boy in X-size. I have not seen him since December 2016. That’s a long time for a boy to still keep in contact with me. He is not much of a talker on Line, but he occasionally sends me hi, hello, how are you messages on Line probably once a month, like here, March and April. There trickle messaging keeps him alive in my head: So at the end of last month he messages me, but I added that I was gonna be there in June: I guess persistence really pays off. I don’t know what possessed me to ask him if he could meet me at the airport, but I did anyway: I guess I was so used to having BurBoy (remember him?) usually meet me at the airport, so it was fairly reflexive for me to ask ShanBoy if he could do this for me as well. He has been to the airport with me before, to say goodbye (remember that?) so his yes at least was not a surprise. He asks me where I was staying: Of course I ask him for updates photos of him. He sends some photos of him shirtless, and I remembered why I was attracted to him in the first place. Nice golden brown skin, amazing abs definition, muscular arms and legs. He is what I would call a “Super Twink,” or a twink who lifts weights. He is like a twink, slight in build, but with much better muscle definition. He is also taller than I am, so really, he is the definition of Super Twink. Fast forward to the day of my flight. It was primarily a work trip, and I had two giant suitcases with me filled with work items. Since BKK was not my work destination, I would be lugging around these two suitcases from the airport and back. So I guess having someone meet me at the airport to help me carry these around would be prudent. ShanBoy confirms that he is going to meet me at the airport, like a good worker that he is. I reply on my layover in HK: GayThailand is littered with stories about Gogo Boys being late all the time. ShanBoy, however, continues to be an anomaly. He was actually early to get to the airport, and gave me status updates of where he is: This kid is a real professional. He even gives me an idea of where he is: After the usual line in immigration and wait in baggage claim, it was 11:23 AM when I get to the arrivals hall. I ask him where he was: We meet at Door 6. He sees me first, as I see him already smiling when I find him in the crowd. He gives me a curt hug, and then immediately takes my luggage trolley and navigates it through the crowd. It kind of felt like having a butler fetch you at the airport: He asks if we were going to take the Airport Link train or the Taxi. I say Taxi, since the suitcases were kind of unwieldy to wrestle in a train car and elevators. He deftly guides us to the taxi level, and helps the driver load up my giant bags in the taxi. I just stood there, like the tourist that I am, as my workers helped me. Through the years of visiting BKK, I am fairly adept with telling Thai drivers where my destination is, but for some reason I was sort of relieved that ShanBoy did all the talking for me. He even remembered where my hotel was, just from our conversation weeks earlier, and didn’t have to ask me where I was staying to tell the taxi driver. Maybe he really is my butler. So with that, I kick-off my Bangkok adventure with my gogo boy-butler. Next, reacquainting myself with ShanBoy.

This is my 16th trip to LOS and a short one after being away for almost 4 months. I actually had my 15th trip a few months ago and thought about writing a trip report but here we are on my 16th. My previous trip report: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/11100-bangkok-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly-part-2-%E2%80%93-the-devil-and-the-angel/ My current trip report, on the site BoyToy, about Brazil: https://www.boytoy.com/forums/topic/30539-a-newbies-2nd-time-in-brazil-sao-paulo-and-porto-alegre/ Also, it is no secret that I have been distracted with Latin America as of late. Since I live in California, the time difference and length of flights are a major plus for Latin America, and a big fat minus for Bangkok. Why would I want to sit in a silver tube for almost 20 hours only to have 2 days pass me by, when I can take a red eye to Colombia and be there in time for afternoon cerveza? Or in case of Mexico, leave after work and be there in time for media noche drinks? Coupled with how much cheaper and looser the boys are in that part of the world made me realize that I should probably spend more time there. Still, Bangkok is still always in the back of my mind. I have had so much fun there, and the city has given me so much in the last few years, so when the opportunity to work in Asia presented itself again, I just had to plan a Bangkok side trip around it. I only have 4 nights of Bangkok time this trip, and I planned a lot of non-sex tourist stuff as well, since I have not been to Bangkok as often as I want to this year. These other things I wanted to do can be done in the day time, and luckily the bars and sex often happen at night, so I at least have that Background: I’m 37, Asian American, and have a 10 -year relationship with a great guy (white, 35). Why do I go to Thailand? Well, I’m a horny bastard, and believe or not between my bf (sex life still there but has declined), occasional Grindr and Scruff hookups, and the random trick, I need more. I am intoxicated by the sex industry in Thailand, and fascinated by their lives and try to make friends with the money boys and locals (copied and pasted from previous trip reports). My Goals for this trip: 1. Check the new landscape of the bar scene in Bangkok Times, they are a’changing. News about the eventual demise of Soi Twilight have been discussed here in the boards ad nauseum. I scheduled the previous last February because rumors back then were they would close Soi Twilight after Songkran. And yet here we are, balls-deep in June, and Soi Twilight is still alive and well. It is still on the chopping block of course, but I am glad that I get to see the place this trip before it completely goes away. I was curious as to how all these bars in this famous street would reinvent itself and how they will slowly phase out from the Soi. A lot of people are mourning the fact that one-stop-boy-shopping in Bangkok will be a thing of the past, and instead the bars will be scattered to the wind across the landscape of Silom and beyond. While I was less attached to this concentrated bar concept than others, I recognize that Soi Twilight was, and still is, an institution, and will remain so until the last lady boy has twirled his last twirl on that legendary street. 2. Get pampered the fuck out in Bangkok Contrary to what you probably read from my past trip reports, I do a lot of other things in Bangkok other than boys and the pursuit of getting them. I know, blasphemy, right? I plan on shopping for clothes, going to bespoke tailors to get some customized suits, the dermatologist to refresh my face, eat some of my mainstay favorites like tom yum, soft shell crab and pad thai, get an HIV test and maybe get some cheap PrEP from Pulse Bangkok, among a litany of other things. I don’t have a lot of time to do all this, but I will definitely try. This is one of the many advantages of going to Thailand, the services, shopping, and food are top-notch. I will keep coming back here long after Soi Twilight is gone. 3. Give the Bangkok Boys another try Let’s face it, the number one reason I haven’t been going back to Bangkok is because I have found that Latin boys are better in sex than anyone else in the world, including the legendary boys of Bangkok. I’ve had numerous inquiries from fellow sex-tourist friends asking me which country has the best sex? My answer is always it depends, but it usually shifts between Brazil and Colombia. Mexico is a close third, and bunch of other Latin American countries behind it. Bangkok? Surely in the mix, but I find that the bodies, the cocks, the asses, are usually bigger and better; the kisses, the body contact, are usually deeper and more soul-penetrating; and the charisma, the charm, and the zest for life is bigger, grander, and more vibrant in that part of the world. BUT, Bangkok has its charms, and its sex-tourist infrastructure is second to none in the world, and the boys are still the best thing about it, so I am going to always give it a chance, whenever I am in the area. Since it is a short trip, I am willing to take more risks to find what I want. Latin America has changed me, so lets see how Bangkok fares this time around with my newfound confidence. So here we are. Let’s do this. Continue or no?