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I like taking the boy's photos, whether it be fully-clothed or nude. I never seek it out, and never ask the boy before offing him if I can take some photos. Invariably it just happens, but I let it play out naturally. Worse case is I just get a photo of him at the end of the off fully-clothed or just shirtless, and some with me in the photo. Best case is its a full-on photo-shoot. Photos of dick, ass, fully body nude. I never pay extra for the photos. Worse case and best case happened in the same trip for me (the Korean and MonBoy, see my latest trip report). For me its not just having nude photos in my phone per se. It's the memories attached to the specific boy whenever I scroll through my iPhone photo library is why I take the photos. I get reminded of the time I offed the boy, how they smelled, what we did, and how good/bad he was etc. Its like all the other photos (nude or regular) that I have on my phone. The beautiful sunset I took while camping in Yosemite instills in me the same longing as a nice juicy shot of a cock attached to a handsome smiling boy. I'm a fan of looking back, as much as looking forward to the future, and I like that some of my memories are just in my pocket, ready to be conjured on-demand.

Day 2.0: How to do Long Time - Numazu style I've always preferred doing Long Time than Short Time. There was an interesting, but unfortunately contentious thread about doing long time versus short time here. I shared my own opinions about long time on that thread here. This trip, I add another reason to do long time: it’s a chance to off two boys separately in the same night. Off the first boy at the start of the night (like the Korean), and then get the other boy for long time to close out the night (like MonBoy). So here are the steps on how I do Long Time: Evening Sex: Feeling Each Other Out So he takes off his underwear, and his legendary cock just flops out. The Jupiter captain wasn’t kidding. The cock was a monster. I’ve seen my fair share of large cocks here in Thailand, but MonBoy’s own version of hung was a league of its own. And the effect was striking too. At 5’6 he was as tall as I was, and he had a lean muscular frame with a broad back, so his hung and thick cock looked even bigger relative to the rest his body. And he knew how to display it too, to get the effect he wanted out of a customer. I was salivating. But I had to do this right. I stand up as well and instead of putting my mouth on his cock, as probably 99% of customers would do, I put my lips in his and kissed him deeply. He takes his hand behind my head to angle my head to his liking. He pulls me to the bed and sits me down. We kiss some more and he sits on my lap while kissing. His giant cock was resting on my tummy, still hard even with his off just an hour ago. I wasn’t thinking about that though, I was just thinking about him. He takes my shirt off, and I take off my shorts and underwear and we both lie on the bed and just grind on each other. He kept smelling me. My forehead, my neck, my chest and my pits. He goes back to kissing me. I finally take his cock in my hand and examine it. Man, this cock was huge. Easily the biggest I’ve had in Thailand. The cock was hard and wrapped in a healthy amount of foreskin. The foreskin itself was thick as well. I look up to him. He was looking down at me, smiling. He probably is used to this, customers admiring his cock. I try to put it in my mouth. And try being the operative word. It was too thick and too long to put in my mouth. So really it was probably just a nibble what I did. I lick and and I eat it and I stroke it and tongue it. I do my best but of course it was just a nibble. I give up and just lie down for a while. MonBoy leans in for more kisses. This was great. We do this for a while until he asks if he could fuck me. I laugh and tell him that there is no way I am trying to bottom for him tonight. He says he wants to make me happy. I tell him I would be happy if I can fuck him. He smiles, a little tentatively. He doesn’t say anything. I tell him that I know he is a top but I want him to bottom for me. He nods and then smiles again. He reiterates that he wants to make me happy. I ask him if he will be happy bottoming. He says the classic: “You happy, I’m happy.” So he gets off the bed to get stuff from his pants. It was a packet of lube and a condom. He unwraps the condom and puts it on my hard cock. He breaks the lube packet and greases up my pole. He gets on the bed and puts lube in his hole. He asks me to put a finger in first to warm him up. I take the packet and puts some lube on my finger. I pull him in down and set him next to me. I put one of his legs up and start putting my pointer finger in. I start kissing him and start working it in. He seems to like being kissed and being probed. So I prop myself up and lift both his legs up. I start putting my cock in, very slowly. He makes a face. He clearly is not a bottom. I lean in to kiss him. I start pinching his nipples. After a few more thrusts I was in. I continue kissing him, and he was limber enough to get his legs to accept me leaning in and fucking him. I get a good groove in. He was just kissing me with his eyes closed. I stop fucking him and take off the condom. “Chuck wow na!” I entice him. I start jacking off his semi-hard cock, which was still a monster. I make it hard and start stroking. I give him kisses while stroking him. His kisses back became stronger. And then he shoots all over his tummy. He still came a lot. He smiles at me and tells me: “I make you happy.” He sucks me for a little bit to make me hard. He chuck wows me while kissing me, the same way I did him. He sucks my nipples, bites my neck, and smells me all over. I come pretty quick. We shower together. He soaps me down first. When he rinses me down he tells me to wait for me in the bed. I towel down and see him clean himself. He brushes his teeth. He takes a swig of water and joins me in the bed. Sleeping Together: Two Strangers in a Bed In bed we talk for a bit. About working in Jupiter. About me working in the U.S. About other things. Just getting to know you stuff. I turn off the lights. I show him the earplugs I wear when sleeping with strangers. He understands and I put them in. In the cold aircon he cuddles with me. He is a cuddler. He puts my head on his chest for me to use as a pillow. He drapes a leg on my body. He is out like a light. Getting to sleep quickly with strangers is a good skill to have as a money boy. He must be exhausted. He had to entertain me, dance in the shower show for 10 minutes, appease me, fuck another customer, and then had to appease me a second time. He deserves his rest. I am not a cuddler, but I had a feeling that tonight was not about getting sleep for me. It was about taking him in. Even in sleeping he has me surrounded. I drift in and out of sleep at times, but with me not being a cuddler it was hard to get straight sleep. But I didn’t care. I was enjoying this closeness. This was the first time I’ve had a boy on long time who I enjoyed being close to while he was sleeping. This was a good way to get to know him. In various points of the night I of course checked the monster. I’d look at it, touch it, play with it. I am sure he was used to that. His cock was something else. Morning Sex: One More for the Road The alarm woke us up at 8:30 AM. I told him earlier I had to be “somewhere” at 11 AM” so he suggested to wake up at 9. He stirs without opening his eyes. He holds me tighter and says in a raspy voice “Good morning." I kiss his cheek. He smiles. “You ok?” asking without opening his eyes. I tell him I was great. “What you want do?” I told him: “Sex.” He opens his eyes widely. “Really? Sex?” I laugh. I told him I was joking. He laughs and closes his eyes again. He holds me tight. I get off the bed to pee. I see my wallet and passport just on the office desk. I didn’t even bother putting anything in the safe. I am usually careful but I guess I got lucky with the choice of boy. I see MonBoy go to the bathroom to pee as well, his cock swinging back and forth while he walks to the bathroom. He emerges and asks me if I wanted to shower together. I thought, didn’t we just shower before going to bed? But OK. He turns on the shower and commences to soap me down again. He rinses me off. But he doesn’t ask me to leave. He soaps himself down and cleans out his ass as well. Did he not think I was joking? He may be preparing for sex. I was not complaining. He finishes rinsing and we both towel off. He starts kissing me when we finish drying. We make our way to the bed and continue kissing. I turn him around and start eating his ass. It was heaven. For a top, and used to using his cock, he had a magnificent ass. I am sure his ass was not used to getting this kind of attention. But he seemed to be loving it. While I was eating him out he was chuck-wowing himself. So when I turn him back to face me, his cock was at full, world beating, strength. I suck him while a finger still lodged in his ass. He was liking the attention. I go to the bathroom to get a condom and lube. I put it on and lube him and myself up. I fuck him standing up, with him bending over the bed. Fucking someone the same height had its advantages. I reach around and jack his monster cock. I pull out and cum on his back. I turn him around and suck his cock again. I let him do his work. It was amazing seeing him strain to stroke his cock and giving himself pleasure. His muscles were tensing up. The veins on his arms were popping. He let out a scream. I catch it all. Breakfast was served. (Actual) Breakfast: Getting to know each other more We shower again, of course. I tell him we are going to have breakfast. We put clothes on and we head down to the 23rd floor. I was given free breakfast this stay so the option for restaurant was made for me. As I approach the receptionist to ask for a table. MonBoy whispers something in my ear: “I cannot eat.” I look at him puzzled as we get seated. When we sit he tells me that he cannot eat western food. I guess being a gogo boy in Jupiter for only 2 weeks, and being a farmer before Bangkok, meant that he was not used to eating other food yet. I ask the waiter if he could give MonBoy a menu. The waiter gets one and after looking at it MonBoy talked to the waiter for his choice. OK, he found something to eat. I go to the breakfast buffet on gorge on the food. While eating he kept thanking me for not kicking him out last night. He thanked me for agreeing to take him after getting offed by a customer. I told him he was a good boy, and that he made up for it by taking care of me pretty well tonight. He gets his food (some fish and rice things) and while eating he was in good spirits. He tells me about his intention to quit Jupiter as soon as he got the money he needed. He shows me photos on his phone of his house (pretty simple and poor), his family (traditional and poor), and his friends here in Bangkok (mostly money boys and in the service industry). He takes a selfie with me. He doesn’t post it on facebook. He said it was just for him. I take one of us as well on my phone. We finish breakfast and go back up to the room. We sit on the bed and he asks me if he can see me tonight. He does not want to go to Jupiter tonight and wanted to see if he can spend time with me. I told him no, of course. I was going to be with BurBoy today. So I tell him I will be busy with friends. He seemed sad about this. I make a suggestion. I told him I will give him his off fee of 400 baht for tonight so he doesn’t have to go to Jupiter at least. He hugs me. He says he has not had a day off in the first 2 weeks of his employment in Jupiter, so he appreciates it if he can just relax tonight. He then asks me if he can see me tomorrow. Of course I can’t. I was supposed to leave tomorrow for the Philippines. But the look on his face was hopeful. It was a face one could not say no to. I make a quick calculation in my head and tell him “Yes, I see you tomorrow.” But how? This was how: I pack the little belongings I had in the hotel. We take the elevator to reception to check out. While I wait I go to google maps in my phone and type “Thai airways”. I find an office near Silom Plaza where Arena was. We take the elevator to the lobby and ask the concierge for a taxi and show him where the Thai Airways office was in the map. We get into the taxi and 60 baht later we were there. In the Thai Airways office I change my flight out of Bangkok from tomorrow to the next day. It cost me $50 to change it but it was one of many impulsive decisions I do in the moment whenever I am in Bangkok. I get my change ticket and head over were MonBoy was and confirm with him that yes, I will see him tomorrow. I take my wallet and count his standard long time money (3000), and 400 baht more for his off fee tonight. I made him promise me to give me photos all day today whenever he can. He hugs me in front of Thai airways staff. We step outside and I tell him I was going to my friend’s condo now. He understands and looks for a mocy taxi to take to his room. He finds one and give me one last kiss before he speeds away. The Silom Soi 3 condo was just a 5-minute walk from where I was. Where I was due to meet BurBoy in 15 minutes. I was really cutting it close. Next, the love of my life.

Day 1.9: Advantage: numazu When thinking about getting into any kind of relationship with a working boy in Thailand, and you are a Westerner visiting, invariably you start at a huge advantage in the relationship. You have the money that they need, you usually choose where both of you sleep, what you guys do, and when you leave and start making regular trips back, you also get to dictate the time both of you spend with each other. Sure, they probably have the youth and sex drive as their bargaining chips, but more often than not the person who holds the purse strings also holds most of the power. Now tonight, with MonBoy having broken 2 promises this night (one to pick him at 12 midnight, and then finishing his off at 1 AM), is starting even at a further disadvantage with me. I was (faking) being angry with him, and it looks like he was concerned about it. He approaches the Captain and I, and he tries to hug me, even with both of my arms still crossed. The Captain talks to MonBoy. Not sure what he was saying, but MonBoy nods a lot, maybe he was giving him instructions on how to make it up to me, or chastising him in getting in this predicament. I felt slightly bad for MonBoy but held my (fake angry) ground. The Captain puts an arm around me whispers in my ear: “He take care of you tonight. You will be very happy.” He was like a fortune teller almost, telling me I will be very happy tonight. We shall see how much this boy wants to keep my business. We are left alone by the Captain and I start walking towards Silom. MonBoy tried to keep up with my furious pace, and then decides to put both arms around me while I walk. Walking in unison I try to squirm away but he is persistent and doesn’t let go. I am still keeping up with my outraged act. We get to Silom and I look at him and I ask him with a calm but firm voice why he broke his promise in ending his off at 1 AM. He tells me, in really broken and nervous English that the customer was wanting to stay longer, and he was trying to leave. I tell him that I didn’t care about the other customer. I was waiting for him and he should honor his promises. He kisses me in the lips, cheeks, nose, neck, right in front of the still healthy sized number of revelers walking on Silom. I was enjoying the attention from this hot piece, so I keep going with the act. He tells me that he wants to make me happy tonight. I tell him that I don’t think he will be able to since I am angry with him. I continue on Silom towards Soi Thaniya to get back to Soi Twilight, and MonBoy keeps his arms around me and my crossed arms, not letting go, and keeping up with my furious pace. He says sorry while we walk. I see gay boys walking by, staring at us, probably seeing something strange (an upset Asian with another Asian hugging him while walking). This is probably not the strangest thing they’ve seen on Silom. I didn’t care, I was enjoying this game I was playing. We get to Soi Thaniya and I get away from his death-gripped hug and start walking fast. He puts a hand on my shoulder to keep up with me and keep the contact alive. I take the hand and hold it. We stop in the middle of the Soi and I ask him: “Why you want me off you? You want have sex with customer angry you? No good for you!” He answers: “I OK you angry. I want go home with you. I make you happy OK?” I was persistent: “Sex no good angry OK. I want sleep alone. Why you want go with me angry?” Softly, but with determination, he says: “I like you. I want go home with you.” For the first time since saying goodbye to him 4 hours ago, I smiled at him. I couldn’t help it. The way he said “I like you,” kind of was endearing. I say, half-laughing: “Why you like me? Cannot like me only see me little bit.” He then says: “I like you because you clean and cute.” I laugh again. He was really trying to sell it. I guess being called clean by a boy is a compliment. I tell him that I don’t know if I wanted to take him home, but right now I was going to Soi Twilight to meet back up with my friends. MonBoy tells me he will go with me. We get out of Thaniya and cross Surawong. I let him guide me across, avoiding the taxis trying to get fares presumably from the boys streaming out of Twilight at this later hour. But we get there the Soi is almost empty like a ghost town. I guess it was the low season so things just close down earlier. Including Hot Male bar apparently. I see the staff closing down and installing the wooden shutters around the bar. I see Myanmar boy and he was surprised to see me for the second time tonight. He drops what he was doing to hug me. I ask him where my friend samebb was. He tells me he has left with the Lion, and told him to tell me if I went back to the to say they went home. I ask Myanmar boy if I needed to pay for my drink. He tells me samebb paid for it and to not worry. I fish out a 100 baht bill from my pocket to give him a tip for helping out today. He refuses and refuses. He doesn’t like getting tips from me. I shove it in his front pants pocket and tell him “For breakfast!” Myanmar boy frowns and makes a face but I didn’t care. He is a working boy and needs the money. Before we part I introduce MonBoy to Myanmar Boy. I tell them they were both Myanmar. They just nod at each other and not speak. I say goodbye to Myanmar boy and walk towards Surawong. MonBoy rushes to keep up with me. We cross the street again and I make my way to Rama IV to get back to hotel. “I go home with you OK?” he asks me, trying to make sure he still had a customer tonight. “You make me happy?” I ask him, stressing his debt to me. “Yes baby! I make you happy OK.” I take down my defenses. No sense in keeping up with the charade anymore. I tell him that yes, he will be coming home with me tonight. He smiles widely and hugs me tightly. And he does something that he did to me 4 hours ago: he puts his nose on my forehead and takes a big whiff. He likes smelling people? Or he likes smelling me? It was odd but endearing. I smile and I kiss him in the lips. He returns it with interest. He was trying to earn back whatever goodwill was lost earlier, and he was earning it back in no time at all. He still keeps the constant contact with me. He has his right arm wrapped around my shoulders. I can smell his perfume mixed with his own scent. It was what drew me to him, and here it is finally all mine. I didn’t even think about the other customer he was with just last hour. I just thought about him, being so close to me, as we get to Crowne Plaza. I’ve taken a lot of boys back to this hotel, going through that familiar walk on Surawong to Rama IV, but this was the first time I was bringing a boy this physically close to me, this openly affectionate with me, and this persistent to come home with me. He was still kissing me and hugging me when we got to Crowne Plaza. He didn’t care who saw this blatant display of affection. I get greeted again by the hotel staff with a familiarity I’ve grown to love. Two elevators later we were at the room. He surveys the room and goes to the window to look out at the view. He goes back to me to hug me. He smells me again and looks at me. “Thank you OK? I shower now?” I tell him before he showers I wanted to talk to him first on the couch, much like the Korean before. But unlike Korean he does something different. He takes off his shirt revealing his tan and fit torso. He takes off his pants to reveal very strong thighs and large calves. He was wearing loose fitting boxer briefs, which was less sexy than what I am used to seeing with these gogo boys. But I see the reason why he wears loose underwear. Peaking out at the bottom of his boxers briefs was his cock, soft but long enough to see at the bottom seam of the boxers. That was a monster. He definitely needs loose fitting briefs to accommodate that appendage. He adjusts his cock and puts it back into hiding. This was amazing already. He sits next to me on the couch. His body was more amazing up close. He sees me looking at him and poses. He adjusts his cock with his hand over his briefs and makes it big. Holy crap that’s huge. I touch it and confirm the size with my bare hand. I tell him its really big. I tell him I see why customers like him. And I tell him that even if I want to have sex with him, I would like to know him too, pointing to his brain and his heart. He nods and smells me again. Man, he does like to smell me. I ask him the basics. How old he was (he says 23). I ask were he is from (some mid-sized town in Mon State in Myanmar). I ask him how long he has been working in Jupiter (2 weeks). I ask what he was before he was a gogo boy (he was a farmer – lots of vegetable crops). I ask why he is a money boy (he needed money to finish his house, it takes too long to save money being a farmer). And I ask him if he likes being a money boy (he doesn’t but he has no choice). I feel his hands. They were rough and full of callouses, presumably from farming. I feel his back, it is strong and lean but super defined. I’ve never felt a more defined back on a boy before. He says he crouches down a lot when planting crops, mimicking the crouching motion. I ask him how much he needs to finish his house. He tells me he needs 50,000 baht more. He has had some money earned from Jupiter in the two weeks he has been there, but will need more. I tell him I was not giving him this much money. He says he understands. I ask him the big question: Why did he get another customer even if I already offed him for the night. He scrunches his face, confronted with an uncomfortable question. “You know I like you. I see you go with other boy. You off him. I sad. No sure I see you after. I like you. I jealous. I no sure I see you. Him sexy boy. I think you long time him. I cannot think you after. I look customer. Sorry OK? I want sleep with you tonight. No other customer.” Who knows if what he said was a load of shit or if he was genuine. Doubt is always inherent to these types of relationships. It is the cloud that is always present whenever you have any interaction with a money boy. And you always have the advantage, have the money, calls the shots, and make the decisions, so all the boy could do is use everything he had to make up for this disadvantage he was starting with: his body, his charm, and his ability to tell you what you want to hear, if it came to that. It is always hard to know if a working boy is genuine. I will always take what they tell me with a grain of salt. Seeing MonBoy say these things to me though, with some tears forming in his eyes, makes it hard to doubt him. But of course, I do. While we are talking he sneaks in a kiss here, a touch there. He has this physical presence that is unique to him that I have not seen in other boys. He is not imposing physically, but somehow he makes it seem that he has you surrounded, ever present, eyes always fixed on you. He always keeps contact, always doing something with you and on you, and never lets you forget he is there. He asks me if we needs to shower. He says he has showered earlier at the customer’s hotel room. I tell him I showered earlier with the Korean as well. And that’s all the information he needed. He stands up and takes off his underwear to reveal that legendary appendage. I can’t describe how much the sight of it made me feel. But I will try to put into words what I did with it, and MonBoy, next.

Day 1.8: Jupiter Descending While the Korean and I walk down Silom, I get a reply from MonBoy. I told him earlier that I will be heading back to Jupiter to wait for him to finish his part of the show, which he said was 12 midnight. MonBoy’s reply was “See you 2 am ok.” That was odd. Did he make a mistake in typing down the time? You never know with these boys, non-native English speakers all of them. I reply “2 am sure? No 12 am?” I put back my phone in my pocket while we walk. When we get to Soi 4 the Korean asks if I wanted his Line. He offers his phone to me and I do a search of my line ID. I find it and I send myself a message (a sticker saying Hi!). I take my phone out and reply to the message. “This is <my name>,” reminding him who it was. He tells me if I have free time tomorrow, that I should check his shop out in Ladprao. I look at google maps on my phone and search for Ladprao. I zoom in on the mall area of Central Ladprao. He points me to where the general area was. I tell him I might go and buy a t-shirt or two from him, since I needed to shop anyway. He tells me to just Line him if I was close. We get to Jupiter on the far end of the Soi and I see samebb and The Lion, hanging out and into their x beers. I briefly summarize to them my encounter with Korean (I tell them its like getting an embraced by a cloud). I tell them to wait for me as I pick up MonBoy, who should be available in the next 15 minutes, as it was 11:45 PM now. I make my way to Jupiter and see that the Korean has waited for me by the door. He puts an arm around me so I don’t have to pay the 250 baht cover again. We both go in and I see that Jupiter was a full house, and one of the numbers was well underway. The main captain sees me and asks me what I needed. I reminded him that I was here for MonBoy (I tell him the number). He remembers me and my offs tonight, and tells me that MonBoy will be in the last two numbers of the night, both shower shows, and I needed to wait for him to finish. I tell him that I knew this and would just like to sit and wait. He takes me by the hand and shows me a stool right in front of the shower glass cube in the left side of the bar. The shower show starts and it is the same song and choreography, as narrated here. There was one big difference: there were five boys instead of just three, probably because the shower cube was bigger than in old Jupiter. Also, three of the five boys I recognize from old Jupiter in Songkran. There were two new boys, and one of them was MonBoy. Maybe I was biased, but MonBoy was the hottest one out of the five. The other four were ok, but MonBoy stood out with his amazing smooth tan skin, intricate tattoos, banging physique, and of course, barely hiding in his tighty-whities for the shower show, was a jaw-dropping gigantic bulge. The briefs can barely contain the cock. As they gyrate and get wet and simulate fucking, and particularly when MonBoy does it, I can see what I am renting for long time tonight. He was limber, fit as fuck, and seductive to the audience. He sees me drooling close to the shower cube and does not acknowledge me. Didn’t really see me? Not sure. The numbers end and the boys scramble to dry themselves. All 5 rush over backstage. The captain sits with me and assures me that MonBoy will be coming out soon. As the show ends and most of the customers leave. I see some boys still unoffed onstage and still trying to advertise their wares. I see Korean leaving and he sees me and rushes to give me a hug. “Tomorrow OK?” “OK tomorrow!” After 10 minutes I see MonBoy emerge from the backstage and walks past me, before turning his head back. OK he didn’t see me from the shower. He looked puzzled that I was there. Did he really mean 2 AM? I stand and walk his direction. “Why here now?” he asks, clearly surprised to see me. “You tell me 12 come Jupiter. So I come.” He takes my hand and takes me outside, and he sits me down on one of the chairs outside. This is not good. He takes both my hands and tell me that he let someone off him after I left with the Korean. He said that is why he texted me to see him at 2 AM. I told him to forget it. This was unacceptable. We had an agreement. I tell him at 2 AM I am going to bed (not really but I was getting off with my fake outrage). I told him I was just going to off someone else, or ask for my off fee back. He was saying no the whole time I was telling him this. He told me he promises it will only be one hour for the off he was about to go to. This was the first time this has ever happened to me. I wasn’t that angry but I did feel slightly inconvenienced. It was easy to get a replacement for the night and I certainly let him know it. He begged and hugged and kissed my face and mouth and promised me the greatest time in the world if he let me do this. I say no, he doesn’t relent. I tell him I am going back in Jupiter to get another boy. He tells me he was going with me now and then after sex he will leave for an hour, and then come back to sleep in my room. I found that overly-complicated. He kept begging. Getting down on his knees. Kissing me all over. I look across the Soi and see samebb and The Lion still at Balcony. This may actually work out. I wanted to check out Twilight tonight to hang out at Hot Male bar. It would be perfect to just wait for MonBoy there. If he doesn’t show up, then I’ll just pick up whoever was loitering on the Soi. I still wanted to maintain my “angry” act with MonBoy. I wanted to see how he will try to make it up to me since he was adamant in keeping my business. I still said no and told him to just have fun with his other customer. He still begged, and gave my arms a massage, and gave me a deep kiss, etc etc, just for me to say yes. He was basically straddling me on the Soi. I grab his face with both hands and looked into his eyes. “OK. 1 AM you finish short time OK? You go with me 1 AM.” He thanks me a lot, and kisses me deeply again. “1 AM promise?” I say yes again. “I go now OK?” I let him go. This was going to be interesting. I was actually glad I had the downtime. I just came a few minutes so I will take advantage of this time to recharge. I go to samebb and the Lion and tell them what happened. And I suggested we head over to Soi Twilight. samebb settles the bill and we all head over that direction. On the way I completely fill in samebb on the situation. samebb apologizes, and says it was his fault that I got MonBoy in the first place. I told him it’s fine. If he flakes out on me I will ask for my off money back, and perhaps get another boy for the night. We get to Hot Male bar and get greeted by the always gorgeous Myanmar boy who was relatively new at Hot Male. He was shocked when he saw me. I met him last Songkran and we all got to know him well in his bar. We get seated and we order our drinks. It’s always a good time hanging out at Hot Male bar. This is why paulsf has an honorary stool in this bar. It’s just fun to hang out with buddies, boys, and strangers while watching the guys make their way into the Soi. This bar had a killer spot on Twilight, and no wonder myself, samebb and Mark311088 have come to like this bar as well. We had a good laugh, got to know Myanmar Boy more, and sent over photos to Mark311088 and paulsf. It was getting close to 1 AM and I looked at my phone and see that I did not get any text from MonBoy. I tell samebb that he may have to find me a replacement. He said to keep an eye out for boys leaving their bars, since it was close to 1 AM. I was looking but did not find anyone that struck my fancy. It was hard to top MonBoy, I have to admit. The connection I made with him, his willingness to be outright affectionate with me, and of course his handsome face and banging body, was hard to find, not just tonight, but any night. It was 1:10 AM and still no text. I guess he couldn’t hold up his end of the bargain. I tell samebb to wait for me at Hot Male while I go back to Jupiter to either get a boy or get my off money back. samebb tells me he will protect my half-empty drink and go get my boy or my money. I walk back to Silom and Soi 4 and see that Soi 4 hubbub has died down quite considerably. I make my way to Jupiter and spoke to a waiter who was outside trying to drum up further business in this waning night. I tell him the deal, that my boy did not honor my off tonight. He apologizes and tells me to wait while he gets someone more senior. 30 seconds later the captain who I have been talking to all night was there to talk to me. I tell him what happened and asked if he can do anything for me. He immediately tells me that he can refund my off money, but then asks if he can try to contact MonBoy first. I get to see his phone contacts and see that all the boys were in his contacts with their respective numbers. He finds MonBoy and gives him a call. MonBoy presumably answers and they talk in Thai. After 1 minute the call was over, and the captain tells me that MonBoy is coming soon. I ask if he was coming from his previous off. The captain says he wasn’t sure. He then tells me MonBoy was coming in 5 minutes, and if I could wait for him in the bar. I fake anger again, but acquiesce. The captain puts an arm around me and guides me in the bar. Inside was not the bar I saw just an hour or so ago. It was turned into a lounge bar with singers onstage, singing energetic songs in Thai: I get seated towards the back and the Captain asks me if I wanted a drink. I say yes and he says to get anything I wanted. I give him my drink order and pretty soon I was enjoying a drink on the house. While I waited I was admiring the crowd. Half the audience were the unoffed, or finished-off, boys, not in gogo boy garb anymore, but in street clothes. There were customers also there, mostly Thai I am sure. Some of them had boys sitting with them, and some boys were just sitting by themselves or with other boys. I guess I could get someone here if MonBoy didn’t show up. I saw Mekhin, maybe unoffed for the night. That would be a nice twist for the night. The captain sits with me and tells me to please wait for MonBoy. Ten minutes go by and I tell him I needed to go soon. The captain suggests if I saw someone in the bar that I liked. He said he could sit with me while I waited, for free. I laughed (inside), and "angrily" told the Captain who could replace MonBoy. The captain scanned the boys who were there. He was having a hard time finding someone comparable. I was too, but I wanted to see how this played out. He suggests two boys and I look at them and agreed that they could be possibilities tonight. I told him I’ll think which one would be good. The Captain then gets a text and he looks at his phone. It was MonBoy, telling the Captain that he is now on Silom walking. I tell the captain that this is not a good start for the off. He agrees with me and tells me to come back tomorrow and to find him so that he can pay for my cover and also to help me find another suitable boy. I found this a good resolution, but of course keeping up with the act I tell him it was hardly a consolation prize. He tells me that MonBoy was worth the wait. I tell him I wanted to wait outside to meet MonBoy. To tell you the truth I was getting warm to the idea of offing one of the boys the Captain picked who was making eyes at me. But I wanted to see this through so to avoid the temptation I wanted to wait outside. I finish my drink quickly and the Captain accompanies me outside. And then I see him, wearing his bright orange shirt, sweat forming on his brow, running into the Soi. It was MonBoy, looking concerned and worried. I cross my arms. There was hell to pay. And I was ready to collect. Not really, but I will sure milk it for all it's worth. That's next.

"Manly gay" is probably what I go for as well. Is "Manly gay" been your experience in the Philippines? I've met all types when I was there, and was pleasantly surprised with some masculine guys there. I didn't know there were two "schools of thought" on this matter. I just follow what feels right for the moment. I do get off on the thought of people enjoying themselves, whether genuine or acted. Maybe I am an empath that way. That is why I like talking to boys first, before getting into it. I find that this is a golden opportunity for me to get to know the guy, and the guy to get to comfortable with me. I expect them to be good at their job, for my maximum benefit as well, so I make sure they have all what they need to make me happy, including getting comfortable with me. I guess this is for my benefit too. I have to be comfortable with the guy as well. I like reciprocating. It's part of my thing. Especially if its a super hot guy, which when I hire is a given. Oh man this is too much. Thanks for the kind words. You guys now have a peek into my brain. Everything on here is just what is in my head as I remember it when it happened. There is no thought on pacing or plot structuring. its very stream of consciousness. Sometimes it works, sometmes no. I'm be missing watching the Tony Awards live though. I guess I'll just have to download it after the show. Yes, it is certainly worth a visit. This was probably the best gogo bar experience I've had in Bangkok, considering that I didn't even stay for the show. I will at least go again in August. It entered my mind to get another one with MonBoy, but my thinking was that I will be back to Jupiter to pick him up and maybe we can find a third while we were there. I guess we shall have to see what happens next post. And thank you for the clarifying it for muscfair. I call him "The Korean" because he looks like one of those matiness idol k-pop stars. I give all the boys I feature nicknames that make sense to me, but probably not for a lot of you here. And anddy and vinapu: glad to see you guys posting again. It's been kind of strange here these past few months. And I see some remnants of that strangeness is still lingering. Both of your contributions here are sorely missed. Can someone tell me what this song is about? When I hear the lyrics like "Someone left the cake out in the rain" it makes me wonder what the heck is the singer singing about? Not sure what the numbers were. I seem to have problems remembering the numbers of the boys. HOLY SHIT BOO!! Yeah I am dying to start the next chapter. It's only 7 months away. I can't wait!

Day 1.7: Soul, Korean When finding guys to off (or even guys to date), I usually prefer picking the gay guys over the straight ones. I am at least guaranteed someone who enjoys having sex with a guy (if not with me), and can expect some semblance of genuine enjoyment in the act. I don’t have fantasies about purely straight boys having sex with me. My feeling is that I get off knowing that the person I’m having sex with at least can enjoy some aspects of that they are doing. I am of course under no illusion that they will enjoy having sex with me, only the assurance that they potentially can enjoy the encounter. So when I first laid eyes on the Korean 4 weeks ago over Songkran, I immediately thought that this is a straight boy that won’t enjoy the sex with a man. He was gorgeous, and hot, and just so yummy, so any off situation with him would have to be mechanical and impersonal on his part. I play the expectations game every time there is buildup like this, with 4 weeks to think about it how things are going to pan out. Sometimes it helps, sometimes I psyche myself out. So we leave samebb, my Ultimate Wingman™ for the night, and his muse for the night, the Lion, to their meal at Balcony, as the Korean and I make our way through Soi 4. It was 10:15 PM, and it was Soi Twilight’s and Soi 4’s version of rush hour. People are just making up their minds right about now on what kind of entertainment they sought for the night. We weave through the traffic, and the Korean was getting some looks from the men on the Soi. He was tall for a Thai at 6 feet, handsome and statuesque, as masculine as you can expect, wearing the tightest black shirt that complements his muscular physique, and owning the Soi. He was the ultimate eye-candy for sure. He puts a hand on my shoulder as he follows me onto Silom. And for the first time in a long while I thought about what we looked like to other people while walking the street together. When I see an older farang with a younger attractive boy, I think more than likely that it was a union made possible by the mighty baht. Now I am thinking people are probably thinking the same about me. There was no shame attached to this of course, just my brain making sense of the situation. This is hardly an issue in Thailand, so I really shouldn’t worry about it. As we walk I try to make conversation, with limited success. His English was not that good, and coupled with the busy and noisy streets, it was hard to maintain a conversation. I was able to ask him if he wanted to eat. He said no, and then lifted up his shirt to reveal his abs, and pulling on what he perceived to be loose skin formed on top of his upper abs. “Pum-pui (ปุ้มปุ้ย),” he says in Thai. I laugh out loud. “No pum-pui! Sexy boy na!” I protest. He laughs. I smile widely, half reacting to his reaction, and half thanking the gods that he lifted up his shirt. We get to Crowne Plaza and I greeted again, by name, by half the staff. How many boys have these hotel employees seen me, with boy after boy after boy. We get through the two sets of elevators and get to my suite. The Korean settles in and asks “Shower?” I tell him no not yet. I wanted to sit down with me on the couch. He does what I say and sits with me. I tell him I wanted to talk to him for a little bit. He smiles and nods. I ask him the usual questions. When did he start at Jupiter? “Songkran.” What did he do before this? He worked at shops but wasn’t earning enough money. Do you enjoy being a money boy? Sometimes, but he would rather not do it. Are you straight or gay. “I like both.” Really, I thought your only liked girls? “Can both.” Are you a top or bottom? “Only top. I fuck you.” Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? “No have. Before have. Now no.” I ask him to take off his shirt. He does it in one flourish, and I got convinced, for the second time tonight, that offing him by himself was the better decision to make. He had a nice lean chest, pecs perky but not too big. His arms were muscular, made by hard work and not by the gym. And his abs were nothing like the fat he said earlier. He again takes pinches one ab to isolate loose skin. “Pum-pui!” he says, as if saying it again would convince me once and for all that he was fat. I put my hands over the abs, tentatively. I didn’t want to startle him. He takes my hand and guides it over his abs to give himself a rub. He wasn’t shy. I was just intimidated by perfection. I move closer to explore him more. I was using two hands now to touch his torso. As I lean in for a closer reach, his face gets close to mine. He kisses my lips. I didn’t kiss back at first. I was surprised. He pulls back. I lean forward to find his lips again. We kiss, properly this time. That was nice. I guess the “straight” boy kisses. This was going to be good. I talk to him some more, as he gets more comfortable with me. He tells me about his t-shirt shop in Ladprao. His hours, the kinds of shirts he sells, the kind of customers he deals with, and the money he gets. He says it is not cheap to buy inventory to sell, so he uses Jupiter as a source for seed money. He hopes that one day his profits can turn into something more. A bigger business perhaps. Now learning about this just gave me probably the biggest hardon I had all night. I found a money boy that had a keen business sense, a sense of what he needed to do in life to get ahead, and an eye towards the future. There were no tales of parents he had to support, or houses he needed to build. Just him trying to build a future. Jupiter was just part of it. He looked so animated telling me this as well. He uses his arms to emphasize his passion about his life. I was so ready. At this point I think, do I really have to have sex with this guy? I can just talk to him. I look at him, and his torso, and the possibility of what was under his jeans. I snap out of my craziness and tell him “Shower now?” He nods, and then takes off his jeans and neatly folds them on the office desk. He parades in the room in his briefs, looking as fine as ever. He was looking for water. I escort him to the bathroom, where Crowne Plaza usually stores their water bottles. He thanks me for the water and takes a drink. He takes off his briefs to reveal a semi-hard and long cock, and perfect ass. He steps into the shower. I wait for him in the living room. He emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I shower too, and clean my ass more thoroughly than usual. I was not a bottom, but since The Korean was a top, I at least wanted to be prepared in case something happened in that department. I emerged in a towel as well, and I find him in bed, under the covers. I join him under the covers. He was naked thank goodness. Sometimes I find boys still wearing towels in bed. He was considerate enough to take it off for me. I lay beside him and we start kissing. It was so hot just being so close to this boy. I lick his neck and then his chest and nipples. I savor his abs with my tongue. I dive down further, and see his semi-erect long cock. A few more flicks of my tongue and it was hard. The Jupiter captain was right. His cock was a long one. I try my best to put it in my mouth. I can still smell some residual perfume on his body. While I blow him I look up and see him, his eyes closed, probably dreaming of something else. I go back up to him and kiss him. After a while of just doing this, he guides my body to the bed and lays me down. It was his turn to work. He starts by kissing, and giving my neck and chest little kisses. He sucks my nipples, and after a few encouraging groans coming out of me, he gives my nipples stronger bites. I was going wild. He goes to my crotch and sucks me for a little bit. I didn’t think he would do it, but there he was. I feel that it was almost a crime to let someone this beautiful suck my cock. But it was nice. We do this back and forth for a while and he asks if I wanted to be fucked. I look at his long cock and tell him “Big na. Cannot,” smiling as a turn down what I would assume would be a good fuck from him. He understands, so he lies down beside me. He puts an arm under my neck and we kiss while we chuck wow. His moans were giving me the encouragement I needed. He tells me he is close, so I put my head to his cock and catch the fruits of his labor. It was my turn, so I try to do my thing. Korean was very encouraging and gave me little kisses and bites and moans. He takes over and chuck wows me while kissing me. It didn’t take me long after that. We kiss for a little bit while cum was still on my tummy and chest. After some more talking we clean up together. In the shower we talk about more things. He said that after the Songkran season with many customers, he returned to Chiang Mai to visit, and went back to Bangkok after that. He said tonight was his first night back in a long while, and he won’t be back to Jupiter tomorrow night. He said he’d be back a few times this week, but he wasn’t sure. He’s still trying to save enough money to continue getting inventory. We step out of the shower and put on clothes. Korean said that he was going to go back to Jupiter to get his things, and maybe to score some drink tips, before he had to leave. I told that since I had to pick up MonBoy, I will be going with him to Jupiter. I Line MonBoy to tell him that we were heading back to Jupiter. I didn’t expect a reply back because he might be in a show number. Before leaving the room, I give Korean a big hug and thanked him for the good time. He kissed me lightly on the cheek. I give him 2200 baht for his short time work. It was worth every baht. As we make our way back to Soi 4, Korean kept talking to me, and we were having a much more pleasant conversation now than earlier when we were walking to the hotel. He was explaining to me the different regions of Thailand, as well as regional accents and words that are unique to each region. He gives me some examples of a word that was different in Bangkok, Isaan and Chiang Mai. He also tried to tell me how the different accents sounded like. It was a good lesson in the regionality of Thailand. It was quite an unexpected subject matter from a money boy. But then again, a lot about Korean was unexpected. I had an idea of what he was like going into this off: masculine, standoffish, and possibly a dud in bed. I am always glad to be proven wrong. And the way he talked about his dreams, his jobs, and his country were all bonuses for me, and probably worth more than the satisfying sex we had. I like it when offs turn out this way. I paid for the body of the Korean, but the soul of the Korean is probably what will stay in my mind, long after other the memories of this night fade away in my head. The night is not nearly done though. Much much more Jupiter hijinks, next.

Day 1.6: Plays Well with Others There have been a lot of threads on this forum discussing about how to get two or more boys and how it can work out for all involved. Probably the best recent one is here. Lots of great advice there. I have tried a number of times in my life to have threesomes, at least once here in Thailand. I talked about that encounter here, taking on a Jomtien boy, who picked a boy in Toy Boys in Pattaya, and having me participate in a lovely Khmer sandwich. I was thinking that since I have (supposedly) only one night of freedom this trip, I wasn’t about to “settle” for just one hot boy. MonBoy sees me come and stands up to receive me. He takes a hand to my shoulder to guide me back to the seat. He speaks to the other two in Thai, and then points to the space in between Korean and NewBoy. I like MonBoy already, helping facilitate the whole scene, and helping me have a great night. I squeeze into these two muscular shirtless hunks in tight jeans. I smile at both. They both smile back. Korean struck first. He shook my hand (almost too chaste and business-like but whatever). He starts speaking to me in Thai. I correct him and say "English?" He apologizes. In English, he asks for my name and asks where I was from. His reaction to my answer and where I’m from is predictable: he found this information shocking (I look Asian but I'm American!). NewBoy to my right asks Korean something in Thai. Korean responds, and then MonBoy responds with something more lengthy in Thai to the two of them. Perhaps he is orienting the two on my wishes tonight. They both nod and then turn their gaze back to me. I knew that at least Korean has been working in Jupiter for 4 weeks, starting in Songkran, where me and Mark311088 were drooling over Korean, while we as asked him questions. I turn my attention to new boy. He tells me his name and how old he was (26). I ask him how long he has been working in Jupiter. He said he only started last night. I laughed. He was a baby gogo boy. I asked him if he had a customer last night. He said yes. I asked him if it was a good time. He thinks about it for a minute, perhaps trying to assess what was a good answer that I wanted to hear. I preempted him and told him that I thought that his first off last night wasn’t good. He smiled and said yes, it wasn’t good. We both laugh about it. I then ask NewBoy what he did before he went to Jupiter. He said he was a waiter. I had my automatic follow up question: I asked him if there was not enough money waiting tables. He told me yes and between that and having to support his family he had to do this to earn more money. I tell him that he was good-looking enough to make a lot of money. He smiled and thanked me for the compliment. I asked where he was from. He says Chiang Mai. Korean to my left interjects, and tells me he too hails from Chiang Mai. I ask both of them if they knew each other before this. They both said no, but Korean said that they both had a common friend in Chiang Mai. I found it interesting that they came from the same city. From the corner of my eye, I see another boy walking pass our bench who I recognized before. I made the connection. I wave the boy over, and the boy goes to our area. I tell the boy that I saw him last Songkran, and my friend offed him that night. “You from Chiang Mai?” The boys says yes, surprised that I knew. I whipped out my phone and scrolled through some pics till I found a selfie my friend took of him and the boy, that my friend sent me. The boy looks at the pic and laughs. “He you friend?” I tell him yes. “You very good boy. My friend happy you good boy.” The boys laughs at this. “Where your friend?” I tell him he was back at his home. I reach into my pocket and produce a 100 baht note and give it to the boy. He wais at me and received the tip. “For my friend.” He leaves us to go in the back. I remember that night, and it was briefly narrated here. It was the boy’s second night at Jupiter. So this was the third Chiang Mai boy has been a working logo boy only 4 weeks or less. This all made sense. Jupiter is known for hiring tall, fair-skinned handsome boys with matinee idol looks. Chiang Mai was of course the perfect location to find boys who fit this mold. These three boys certainly fit the bill. I then ask Korean and NewBoy if the boy was their common friend. They both nodded. Having built some kind of rapport with all three boys, I decide to ask the million dollar question. Would all three be amenable to go home with me tonight. I already explained this to MonBoy so I reach over to MonBoy and ask him to ask Korean and NewBoy about my plans. So MonBoy stands and heads over to the front of our table and talks to the two. All three where having some conversation about it. Maybe MonBoy was trying to figure out a way this would work. After a few more minutes, they may have reached a consensus, but it wasn’t in my favor. Korean spoke first. He said he had to go home at 12 midnight tonight, because he had a day job selling t-shirts at a shop in Ladprao. He had to be up at 6:00 AM to prepare for the job. Since MonBoy was not available till 12 midnight tonight because he was part of the show, it would be impossible for Korean to join us. Looks like my four-some was not going to happen after all, if I wanted MonBoy and Korean together. MonBoy has made his case unequivocally tonight, and I already paid his off fee, so he was going to be with me no matter what, as long it was after 12 midnight. Now I had my heart set on Korean since Songkran. I weighed my options tonight. It was now or never with Korean. I won’t have my chance with him till god knows when. So I make a decision. I ask Korean if he wanted to go with me now. He smiles and says yes, and then puts an arm around me. Ok then. I then look at NewBoy and ask if he wanted to join us. He looks at Korean and they stare at each other for a second, and then laugh. He turns to me and says “Cannot. He my friend.” Korean then pulls me closer to close the sale. I tell Korean to tell the mamasans that he was going to be offed now, so he leaves to get dressed. I give NewBoy 200 baht for his tip for sitting with me. I realized that no mamasan asked me to buy Korean and NewBoy a drink, so I thought that NewBoy would miss his drink cut that he would have had if I ordered him a drink. He wais in thanks and goes to the back of the bar. MonBoy, not privy to what just happened, was just sitting there at the far end of the bench. I tell him what just happened and I was waiting on Korean to get dressed. He seemed confused by the events and asks me if I was coming back for him at 12. I say yes. I will come back for him after I am done with Korean. One of the mamasans asks for the 400 baht for the off fee for Korean. I pay up. MonBoy slowly got up and asked if I still needed him while I was waiting on Korean. I asked him if he had to prepare for the show, and he said yes. I told him I’ll just be back at midnight to pick him up. He nods and then leaves to go to the back. I was alone for the first time since I met samebb and The Lion at 7:30 PM. It’s funny that you start out with a certain idea of how the night would happen, but it never ends up the way you want it to. While I did not get the four-some I thought I would have, I did get two out of the three boys I wanted. I was kind of relieved that MonBoy and Korean turned to be pretty affable and at least seem game to my requests. Maybe this was supposed to happen this way. I was now going to be able to get to know each both 1-on-1, instead of in the context of a crowded bed. The fuckfest has been turned into a pair of more intimate and personal encounters. A fuckfest, while super fun, may turn tooimpersonal if there is too many people. It was now 10:15 PM, and the club was now full of customers. I was dominating one of the seats that had prime view of the club. I wasn’t ready to relinquish it yet while I wait for Korean. One of the main “mamasans” (they really are captains, not mamasans) sits with me to ask about the boys. I tell him about all three who sat with me and told him that they were all great and courteous (and sexy and hot). He confirms with me that I offed Korean now and Monboy later. I tell him that that was the case. He tells me that they were good choices. He then sits closer, as if to tell me a secret. He tells me that the Korean had a long cock, motioning with both hands how long it was. And then tells me that MonBoy had thick monster of a cock, making a fist. I laugh and say that I made a good choice with my cocks. He asks me that when I come back, to tell him how Korean was. I promised him I will the spill the beans. He then sees Korean, now wearing a tight black t-shirt, walk towards us. The captain stands and then motions to Korean to sit with me. I stand up, telling the captain that we were leaving. Korean leads the way to the door and opens it for me. I am back on Soi 4, and I see samebb and The Lion, with another friend, at Balcony, eating some dinner. samebb was surprised I was done with Jupiter before the show started. He thought I was staying for the show. I told him the plans have changed. He looks at Korean and was puzzled. Where was MonBoy? I tell him MonBoy was for desert, and I was about to eat the main course now. samebb was probably thinking I was crazy. Offing two boys on the same night and not at the same time? But tonight, I was adamant, to have my cake and eat it too, simply because this was Bangkok, where the bakery was always open, and there are always so many cakes to be had. So my surprising night with the Korean, next.

Hoooo boy, that escalated quickly. I was tempted to reply to steveboy's very many queries and concerns on here, but I didn't have to, as you guys have already done this, and more eloquently than I ever could. I love it when people reply to the report. I like reading about people's reactions to my activities, and I am very interested to know what parts of my holidays resonate with the members the most. I use feedback, any feedback, to motivate me to continue posting. The last thing I want is to silence any perceived criticism on the thread. I believe it is part of what makes this community great. We are all different, and I encourage differing opinions than mine on my reports. That's how we grow, is knowing about other people's experiences. BUT, It can get pretty draining for someone like me who likes posting trip reports, to have to read and respond to a lot of what steveboy has lobbed in my direction. It's not even the judgmental nature of his comments that bothered me, its more the speculation on my life (i.e. he only thinks about sex), character (i.e. he is not a contributor to society), and motivations (i.e. I am desperate for sex) that was very troublesome. My BF has been tempted to reply on my behalf at times, as any devoted BF would when his beloved is attacked this way. I'm glad he didn't, because such aspersions don't deserve a response. I told him that its just the internet, and its just one guy getting carried away. I hope this thread can continue on with a healthy participation from the members. And I hope this little episode has not dulled whatever little motivation we have left in making our little community better. I have learned so much about Thailand just by scanning through all the rich knowledge that has been written on here over the years. Writing these trip reports is my way of repaying those people who have come before me, and who have paved the way to me enjoying the country. Hopefully there are some of you who find all this writing useful.

Day 1.5: Jupiter Ascending Part IV: Soi 4 Edition I have talked extensively about Jupiter here, here and here. And from the reaction of the people in this thread, I’d say we are firmly divided in our impressions of Jupiter. I’ve always liked Jupiter, but I did let some of the negative reviews others had about the place affect me and I stayed away from the bar for a long time. I went back last December and had a fairly satisfying encounter with a boy that has lived in my head for months after that. So samebb, The Lion, and I take the few steps from Telephone and head over to Jupiter. I notice that Jupiter had some seating outside that can be purposed as an outdoor bar. The fee, with one drink, was 250 baht, which was cheaper than most that was offered in Twilight or Tawan, or even what the old Jupiter offered. Perhaps introductory pricing? samebb paid for my cover, I guess since I paid for the drinks just earlier. We get ushered in by a waiter, who was good-looking himself and could pass for a Jupiter boy. What I saw inside was promising. At 9:15 PM there were only a smattering of customers already in there, with some working boys sitting beside them. We had our choice of seats, so I choose a bench that was on the right side of the stage. The bench was comfortable seating for 4, so samebb, The Lion and I can sit comfortably. We order our drinks, and take in the ambiance. So the main stage was built like a model runway. There was the main stage in the center, and it was bigger than most main stages I’ve seen. From the center there was a narrow-ish runway extending to the seating further back and almost extended to 2/3s of the length of the bar. The stage itself had stairs leading to second floor where boys can pose in the stage side, and some seating in the audience-side, much like the old Jupiter was. The lighting was great and flattering. Just the right amount onstage to make the boys standout, and dimmer but not too dark lighting in the audience, so we don't trip over things. The music was pretty good. They weren’t playing the usual infernal Thai dance music that you would normally hear in alleyways and locals-only venue. They actually played more western dance music much like DJ Station did. This bar was a breath of fresh air. But perhaps, the main difference were the boys. Almost a third of the boys were recognizable from old Jupiter. Mehkin and MuscleBoy were there, as well as some other old Jupiter boys, some really hot, some average, who made the transition. But there were a lot of newcomers who either were new when I was in old Jupiter last Songkran, or just new altogether. And the difference was they weren’t wearing the same underwear outfit the gogo bars usually ask them to wear. Some of them were wearing underwear, some of them were wearing skimpy shorts, some of them were wearing jeans only, and some of them were wearing full clothing. Now some sex-tourists would find this off-putting. Why would one go to a gogo bar with fully-clothed guys? I actually think this is a great idea. There was something for everyone. If one wanted a boy in skimpy underwear, there were some who fit the bill. If one were finding a boy-next-door type, there was a lot of that who were wearing full clothes. If someone wanted someone sexy and smoldering shirtless and in tight jeans, there was one there for you. I feel that the variety in dress and demeanor made the boys stand out on their own, and made them more memorable to the customers. They had their own individual styles, and this definitely adds another level to their attractiveness. And really, there has to be something said about leaving something to the imagination. So I begin looking for the three boys. I scan the bar for them. I see the first one. He was tall, fair skinned, trendy hair that was brushed forward, and he looked like a Korean K-pop star. Let’s call him Korean. Korean was shirtless and wearing really tight jeans. Korean was sitting with a customer towards the back. I felt deflated, thinking that I lost my chance with Korean tonight, as he was with a customer drinking. I turn my attention back to the stage. There were some boys on the floor. And then samebb gets my attention and tells me, pointing to the stage “There he is.” Indeed he was there, the first Myanmar boy. He had a handsome young face, skin a healthy light tan, and very strong legs. He was wearing a medium length sleeveless white t-shirt, but was wearing only underwear and shoes. Another unique set of clothing that was memorable. Let’s call him MonBoy. I recognize him from the video samebb sent me weeks earlier. I didn’t need any encouragement. I had to have him before anyone else got to him. I raise my hand to signal to him to come to us. He acknowledges and walks the runway to our direction and sits down with us. He sits between me and The Lion. He shakes my hand and whispers in my ear “Thank you,” and kisses my cheek. Wow he was pretty forward already with me. He shakes The Lion’s and samebb’s hand. He was sitting pretty close to me. He takes my hand and puts it in his hand, and navigates it near his crotch. I get a feel of his big bulge. This was really promising. He also smelled good. He had some fragrance on that complimented his own body scent. I tell him to get himself a drink, as he seemed to have forgotten that he can do that. He signals to one of the waiters and his drink shows up pretty quickly. I pay 250 baht for that. I look at his face, and he smiles at me. I ask him the usual questions. He asks me to repeat certain questions again as his English was not the best. I figure out his proficiency was able to ask him further questions after that. He said he is 23, a Myanmar boy from Mon State. He has been working as a gogo boy in Jupiter for 2 weeks. He says he was a farmer before being a gogo boy and just wanted to earn enough money to bring back home to his family. So first, I am surprised that he has only been at this job for 2 weeks. I am guessing that Jupiter went on a hiring spree to fill its boy stable, in time for the opening of the new location. I am going to say that they are very successful in their efforts, as the bar was filled with new boys. There is a certain allure in hiring a boy who has not been in the gogo boy business that long. This was getting better the more I talk to him. His hands, which have not let go of my left hand since he sat with us, were rough and callous, presumably from the farming he has been doing. I inspect his face and he smiles again. Very winning smile. Very seductive face. Very inviting eyes. I ask him if he was straight or gay. He smiles widely, probably because this was a complicated question for him. “Both” he says. “You like girl and boy?” “Yes, both.” “Are you a top or a bottom?” “I top.” He moves my hand towards his crotch. What I felt was bigger than what I’ve ever touched in a gogo bar. He rests my hand on his crotch as he takes a hand to my head to pull it closer. He puts his mouth to my cheek, as if to kiss me. Instead he takes a big whiff. He pulls back and smiles. That’s a first, a boy smelling me in a bar. Normally I would hesitate to off a pure top at a bar. I have done it before, to mixed results. I tried my luck. “I top too. Top both.” I say, pointing to us both as I say the word “Top.” He smiles and says “Can top both.” I clarify “You top me?” pointing at his crotch and then at me. He nods. “I top you?” pointing at my crotch and then to him. He nods. “Yes can both.” OK, he is letting me top him as well. This might work really well. I tell him I will off him tonight. He tells me that he can’t leave the bar till 12 midnight as he is in the main gogo show. I tell him that it is fine and I will wait for him. He signals to the mamasan and I give him 400 baht for the off fee. Off number 1 complete. I see Korean was no longer with his customer and has gone back to the stage. I test my luck again. I ask MonBoy if we can have two more boys join us. He puts two fingers up. I say yes. I ask him if Korean would be a good boy for us to talk with. I point Korean to MonBoy. MonBoy hesitates and says “Good boy. But I no talk him.” So he hasn’t talked to Korean ever in the 2 weeks. I ask if it was OK if we talk to him. “Can.” He says. And then I see my third boy. He was offstage at first, but went onstage on the far side from Korean. The third boy was the other Myanmar boy that samebb talked about. He was only wearing tight black shorts and sneakers. He had a lean body, close to twinkish but has muscular arms and abs and a tight chest. He was tall and his skin was lighter than most of the boys here. And his face was probably the biggest prize of all. He was pretty, and boyish, and had a face that could belong in teen magazines. He could be 18 or 19. Lets call him KarenBoy. I point KarenBoy to MonBoy and ask him what he thought about him. He laughs and tells me that he is one of his best friends. He apologizes and says KarenBoy can’t join us because he does not want to have sex with his friends. He says he is OK with Korean because they are not friends. I laugh and accept his logic. I am making MonBoy my main boy tonight. So I will trust his judgment on which boy can join us. I ask MonBoy which third boy can be good to sit with us. He scans the room and then tells me to just pick one and he can tell me if the boy is good. I see a handsome guy shirtless and in tight jeans just like Korean. I point to him, and MonBoy tells me again that he doesn’t know him. “New” he says. Great, I like new boys. I ask MonBoy if Korean and NewBoy can sit with us. He says OK and leaves my side to call on the two boys. While I wait for the two boys, I face samebb to tell him the gist of what is happening. samebb laughs and says that he and The Lion can leave Jupiter to eat on Soi 4. I tell samebb that he does not have to leave, and I can just relocate to another row, since I will now have three boys sitting with me. samebb said that it is fine and they were hungry anyway. I bid them goodbye and decide to go to the bathroom. I go to the urinal and unzip my shorts, and felt my dick was still hard from all the flirting MonBoy was doing. I pull down my underwear and feel that it was moist with precum. Wow, whatever MonBoy was doing was working. I was so turned on by him. This was a good sign. My body was responding favorably to his mere presence. I emerge from the bathroom and as I located my seat I see a heavenly sight: three handsome young men, one in a sleeveless white top and briefs and two shirtless muscular boys in tight jeans, sitting in my spot, waiting on me. What could possibly happen? Is it 3 boys tonight? 2? 1? The sensitive politics of offing multiple boys at the same time, next.

Day 1.3: Tonight, Soi 4 > Soi Twilight While soaking in the tub I fire up my Thai phone and open the four gay apps I had on there specifically for Thailand: Grindr, PlantRomeo, Jackd and Hornet. I’m pretty sure that I will not have time to entertain any apps boys but you never know. After my apps have been open a while, I get the usual money boy pleas, and even get into a hot and heavy chat with a very pretty boy who was pushing for short time at 1200 baht. I was tempted, but I was really saving my spunk for a (or three) Jupiter gogo. There was one young cute boy with near-perfect English that caught my eye. He was 22, a student, cute compact body, and was sweet on the chat. It turns steamy and we exchanged pics. He had a nice cock and an even nicer ass. I had to make sure: I asked him if he was a money boy. You have to ask of course. He said he wasn’t and was just a student who wanted to make friends, he said. He was free to meet tonight. Again, I was tempted but really, why go all the way to Thailand if you just sample free boys? I can get that at home. I get a LINE from my friend, the controversial forum member samebb, who I met last January with BurBoy and anddy, another member. He is a Bangkok resident, and goes to Twilight often, so he was able to give me the scoop on some boys that he thought I would be interested in offing. They were boys who were friends with a boy he knew well, so I was able to get photos and descriptions of the boys in advance of my trip. This was a first for me. I normally just go to a bar and pick a boy, feel him out in a course of an hour over a drink, and if I follow my instincts, I may or may not take him home. Instead, I set my eyes on two boys, both boys from the new Jupiter bar (thread here). From what I hear, the two boys were also pretty new to Jupiter, and gogo bar life. They were also both Myanmar boys. Having had an affinity with Myanmar, and its boys, lately (via BurBoy and my recent trip), I felt like this was a perfect fit. I can dazzle them (lol) with my minimal Myanmar knowledge, and show them my touristic photos of Yangon, Mandalay and Bagan. samebb was even able to forward me a video of one of the boys dancing shirtless, with other boys, and without a care in the world. I was hooked. I had to have him. Also, last Songkran trip, when Mark311088, his friend, samebb and paulsf, BurBoy and I all went to (what was then) old Jupiter, Mark311088 and I fell in lust over this tall, muscular, Korean-looking boy who we asked to sit with us as we assessed if he was going to be a good off or not. When he did sit down with us, we didn’t care what was coming out of his mouth. He was gorgeous! He was almost offed by either Mark311088 or his friend. Sadly, he was offed by another customer before they could get a chance with him that night. So his gorgeousness has stayed in my (and Mark311088’s) head even a month later from that night, so I was eager to see if I could off him. And even if he was a dead fish in bed, I could just stare at his gorgeousness all night. So that makes three boys that I knew I wanted to off, even before stepping onto Bangkok soil. Again, this is unorthodoxed for me, but I was eager to know if my expectations matched, or even exceeded reality. I answer samebb on LINE and made a plan to meet at 7:30 PM at Telephone bar on Silom Soi 4. Since new Jupiter was in Soi 4, it would be a chance share some drinks with samebb to catch up, before both of us stumbling into new Jupiter. So I raise myself from the tub, take a quick shower, and then put on my usual FarangWear™ of a 100 baht t-shirt and shorts from Chatuchak Market. I take my small compact umbrella with me because samebb has warned me about recent rain. I leave the hotel and head over to Soi 4. As I walk on Silom Rd, a familiar swell of excitement and anticipation formed in my tummy and spread all over my body. This was it, I am here again. I was just here 4 weeks prior, but every visit here always felt like the first time. I get to Soi 4, which at 7:30 PM was still half empty. I see samebb with his date, let’s call him The Lion. The Lion was a 19-year-old Thai motorbike taxi driver in Pattaya, who also took in male customers once in a while. samebb was just in Pattaya, and decided to bring The Lion along, since The Lion wanted to go to Bangkok to visit some family. The Lion looked younger than 19, so after shaking his hand, I immediately asked for ID. samebb laughed at my forwardness, but The Lion was more than happy to prove his age. I sat down next to The Lion so I can both have a view of the street and have a good conversation with samebb, who was facing The Lion. I saw that both have ordered giant glasses of beer already, so I call on the waiter and order my usual first drink of the night when I am in Soi 4: the espresso martini. I have talked about this drink before: it is a regular martini made with coffee, and had a few coffee beans floating on top as garnish. If I knew I was in for a long night, this was the perfect drink to start it. I take one sip and was immediately woken up. samebb and I catch up with our lives. I tell him about my plans for the night. He tells me he was just along for the ride. He said it will be interesting to see me in action in real life, instead of just reading about it. I told him there was nothing interesting about seeing me drool over hot guys all night. He tells me about his Pattaya trip (mixed results), the current low season and the weather. I often wonder how I would fare if I lived here. Would I still be as excited every time I went to Silom? samebb is ambivalent to the question. It is hard to get excited about Silom if you were there everyday, but then again looking at hot boys is always exciting. I noticed that The Lion was just sitting there silent. I always think that it is awkward for a local boy to just sit there, while two farang just yammer away. I turn to him and ask him some questions about him. With a few sentences I gauge his English proficiency and was able to figure out what speaking cadence worked with him. I was impressed by his English proficiency. I’ve met some older Thai guys who didn’t have half his English skills. He apologized for his bad English. I told him he did not have anything to worry about. I could understand him completely. I became the reverse money boy, asking this money boy pretty standard questions instead of the other way around. I ask him about where he came from, his current line of work, if he liked it. I asked him what his business was in Bangkok, his family, and love life. He said he had a boyfriend in Pattaya. I asked him if he had a photo of him. He said “of course!” but did not want to show it to samebb and I. I let it go the first time but insisted on seeing it throughout the evening. Finally he relents, showing me the photo. The boyfriend was cute, and my type actually. I tell him he was lucky to find such a catch. He smiles widely. He had a killer smile. I’ve always said this. The sex and the perfect bodies and the handsome faces are amazing and all that, but for me, the main allure of Thailand, and all the other countries I am lucky to visit in my little insignificant life, are the stories of the people I meet, and the stories that those people tell me. People are generally interesting, and hearing about their stories are worth more than the thousands of dollars I’ve spent on airfare, the countless hours I’ve spent trapped in a silver flying tube, and the precious time I’ve diverted from my life back home. To me, this was Thailand, the people, their stories, their reasons for doing what they chose to become (money boy, waiter, expat), and what motivates them (help the family, escape cold winters, not enough sex back home). And what is more interesting than their backstories are the stories they CHOOSE to tell you. After a while you can discern a pattern to what they share with you, and kind of guess what the ulterior motive is, if there was one. Maybe it’s a money boy telling us about his hard luck life, so that you sympathize enough to give him more money. With The Lion, I immediately felt that he was genuine, like I was talking to a friend. I heard about the usual story of poverty, but with a wish to do more with his life, instead of a story of having to support his family. I heard about his motorbike, not to solicit business from me, but as a source of pride of being able to buy one at such a young age. He wasn’t selling anything to me, but I bought it anyway. samebb and I were having fun with The Lion just shooting the shit at Telephone. At around 8-9 PM I notice a steady stream of hot young boys making their way to the Soi and enter new Jupiter. samebb exaplains that this spot on Soi 4 was like Hot Male or Banana bar in Twilight, that it was a good spot to observe the working boys at the beginning of their work night at their bar. I notice some familiar faces, including the incomparable Mehkin (link), a former Tawan staple, and my last Jupiter off, MuscleBoy (link), with whom I had amazing carnal relations with last December. The sight of the boys were fueling my lust already boiling beneath the surface. It was 9:15, and I ask samebb if he was ready to go into new Jupiter to pick up the three boys I wanted for the night. samebb says the immortal words “up to you,” and tells me I was the guest tonight, and it was one night of freedom so I might as well take advantage of it. I pay for all the drinks, telling samebb that this was my thanks for him for recommending the two boys I was lusting after at new Jupiter. He thanks me and we make our way to the club. So next, Jupiter, new and improved!

OMG GWMinUS this is the best reply ever. I love you! Well yes I have some tales to tell from the Philippines. I definitely had a lot of fun while I was there, both with sex and just enjoying the country. I think my friend samebb said it best, that I can get away with more when I visit Thailand, or the Philippines. I can blend in for the most part, with my Generic Asian looks. The sex tourism in the Philippines is just paltry compared to Thailand, but there is enough free to go around as well. Its just a different experience, not better or worse than Thailand. Thai Airways enables me to get my miles into my United account. So does EVA Air, which is my airline of choice for US to Asia trips. The current unrest in the Philippines is pretty troubling for sure, but I didn't feel it while I was there. Are you currently based in the Philippines? It is true that I can put anything I wanted in my own personal blog. Currently tho I am fine with posting here for now. The readership here (for the most part) seem pretty chill and enjoying the reports. And i can just disappear for a few months, not worrying about how my blog has been doing, because of the built in readership and (not as much now as before) steady set of contributors. This is why I take time to go through a lot of detail in most aspects of my trip, is for newbies like you. I talk not just about the boys and the gogo bars, but also my experience in the airports, taxis, food, and hotels. I have gotten some good feedback, as well as more questions, about these other peripheral activities, so as long as it is useful information, I'll write about it. Its not hard writing these up, and the experiences are still so vivid and memorable in my head. The fun of writing about them again is I relive my experiences all over again, perhaps identify some mistakes I've committed along the way, and be able to learn from them and correct them in future trips. As for having the time to post, I do spend a lot of time at airports, and plane rides, so thats where I get most of the writing done. Unfortunately, this has turned out to be as long as a novel too. Hope everyone is patient with reading it. LOL. Is it 3 boys? Is it 2? Is it 4? Maybe its no boys! Thanks Alexx. As you will find out, in the trip, I am also in my bottom form as well LOL.

Day 1.0: The Devil is in the Details This Bangkok stopver is a smaller trip within a much larger trip to Asia. It’s no secret I was in the Philippines before going to Thailand, and I'm also going back there after the two planned nights. I booked Thai Airways mainly because of the schedule; it was the only airline coming from the Manila that gets to Bangkok at 3 PM, prime time to get to Silom and check-in to my hotel(s) and freshen up before starting my night. It also leaves Bangkok to get back to Manila at 2:45 PM, which gives me plenty enough time to enjoy a morning with the boy I had for the night, and leave for the the airport just at check-out time. The tricky part was my accommodations. I originally booked my $45 a night AirBNB condo unit 3 weeks ago with the intent of getting a boy (or three) the first night, and then seeing BurBoy the next day late morning. Days before my Thai flight I realized the potential mistake I was going to make. The AirBNB condo I got, while good value for money and had everything I needed (including a washer and dryer), had no cleaning service for my second day. So if I had three boys in the room to stay the night, the condo unit will no doubt be trashed. The sheets will be ruined, the towels all used, some beer bottles and food will be all over for sure, among other things. I did not want to risk BurBoy finding out that I was there the night before, much less finding out that I was just with (potentially) three boys, so I had to make alternative accommodations. It was too late for me to change my AirBNB stay to just one night, so I just booked a room at the Crowne Plaza Lumpini Plaza using points, which is my usual go-to hotel. I book it on my first night, and will still have the condo for both nights, even if i am only using it on the second night with BurBoy. That way I can keep the condo pristine for BurBoy, as well as count on the limitless towels that the hotel can give me in case I off every boy that smiles at me in Twilight tonight. So I get to the Manila International Airport two hours before takeoff. I get to the Thai Airways counter to check in. While I wait for my boarding pass I ask if there were Business Class seats available. Luckily there were a few still available. I ask her if I can get a discount on their usual upgrade fee. She looks at my passport and my airline alliance status. She then offers me half price for the upgrade which was $110. I immediately accept the offer, since this was a 3+ hour flight. Getting a couple of hours of shut-eye might be what I need to prepare for the undoubtedly long night that lay ahead of me. I get my passport and boarding pass and off to immigration I go. I get to immigration and I get a sight of this madhouse: Not a lot of people at the Philippine Passport line, but in the International Passports line there were a ton of people. I patiently wait my turn. Unfortunately, there was only one cutie in line, and I couldn’t even get a photo of his face. He was handsome, nice butt, and tall: It takes me an hour to get to the counter, and it takes the officer all of 15 seconds to put the exit stamp in my passport. I breeze through security, find the business lounge, and wait for boarding announcements. The plane mercifully takes off on time, and I am on my way. I get a pretty fancy meal, with this amazing liver pate thing and Thai Coke as a starter: I was able to get some decent shut-eye on the flight all thanks to the almost flat recline seats, and next thing I know we are descending into Suvarnabhumi. Since this is already Trip # 14, I knew the drill by heart. I race out of the aircraft, follow the signs to immigration (300 meters away… 200 meters away… 150 meters away…) and then make the turn to the main immigration hall, and get stopped cold in my tracks: Damn it, I thought it was the low season? Why are there so many people trying to get into Thailand on a Wednesday afternoon? I wait in line and quickly the people in my flight catch up to me and slowly form a line behind me. I’ve never seen the line snake out of the main hall and into the shops and walkways before: I wait patiently in line. After 5 minutes I calm down enough to notice the cute boys in line, particularly this tall young one. I wonder where he is from and what was he going to do here: I admired him for a while until I notice a sign at the far wall. “Thai Airways Royal Silk Class Line.” Damn it! I forgot about that! And I was so used to getting those Fast Track immigration passes to use that it didn’t occur to me that Thai Airways Business Class does not use those. I jump the ropes and the lines and get to the empty line that goes to two immigration counters with no people waiting. 10 seconds later I was out of there. No checked baggage so just raced to the ground floor to get to the taxi line. I always make sure I have at least 1000 baht leftover from the previous trip so I can use it next trip, for the taxi and maybe some drinks or food if I was thirsty/hungry for the taxi ride to (usually) Silom. I get to the automated taxi stand, push the button, locate my taxi, hand over the ticket to the driver, get my luggage loaded in the back, and get into the passenger seat. I say “Silom Soi Saam” to the driver. He repeats it, and then asks for more information in Thai. I answer in English of course, since I do not know Thai. I wish I did. I looked the part for sure. He repeats “Three?” putting up three fingers, perhaps incredulous that I knew what Saam meant and maybe I made a mistake in the translation. I counted in Thai for him to show that at least I knew how to count in their language. He laughs and acknowledges “OK, Silom Soi Saam!” He turns on the meter and speeds away from the airport. My hatred for airports is widely known, and how fast I can leave and get away from one is always a favorite game I play. Sadly, I get to play this game a lot. It took us about 40 minutes to get to Silom. The driver turns into Soi 3 and he asks me if I have been to the condo before. I say yes, and pretty soon I ask him to turn into the parking in front of the building. The meters says 335 baht, adding the 50 baht airport surcharge, it was 385 baht. I gave the driver 400 baht and bid him goodbye. I Whatsapp the owner of the condo saying that I was at the lobby. 3 minutes later he was there, shakes my hand and leads me up the property. I have rented from him before so he did not have to show me the in and outs of the property and the building. The property is nice, and perfect for lounging around for BurBoy and I: The king bed had the towels on it, so I am glad I was not taking my money boys here, because for sure the bed and towels will be spent and soiled, and I won’t be able to explain away why it was so dirty to BurBoy: I transfer some of my clothes and my toiletries from my bigger luggage to my backpack, as I only needed the essentials at the Crowne Plaza. I leave the condo and stop by the 7-11 to get a water to drink on the walk to Crowne Plaza. I walk my way to Silom to join the Bangkokians and tourists. It was overcast today, and it felt hot and muggy, like it was going to rain soon. There were a lot of people walking the sidewalks of Silom, as always. I stop by a Krungsri ATM to get my bahts for the (supposedly) two nights. I make a left on Rama IV and to the very familiar Crowne Plaza. The doormen greet me with a “Welcome back!” and the concierge greets me by name. It was like coming home. I get up to the 23rd for check-in, and the staff there greets me by name again. I went to the staff person I was most familiar with, who happened to be there that hour. She did not even ask me for my passport, and with a few keystrokes told me I was upgraded to their suite in the club floor. I thank her for the upgrade, knowing that I will need a bigger space for my planned three boys. She gives me my keycards, escorts me to the elevators and key in my floor. I get to my room and get greeted by the familiar living room and bedroom combo: This will do for sure. Not sure how to fit three boys in the bed but I won't worry about that now. I take a photo of the view, noting that the storm clouds are closing in: I go to the bathroom and notice an oversight. There were only three towels in there! This definitely won’t do. I call the front desk and ask for an extra towel, totaling four for the night. 5 minutes later I get three extra ones. I give the employee 20 baht for his help. I turn on the hot water for the tub and get in for a relaxing soak. This was going to be a good night. Next… A night out at Silom.

Thanks guys! It was just a matter of time before I got back to writing these. This was the perfect trip to do write about too. Only a few days than usual and fairly manageable to write about. I am also looking forward to others' trip reports as well. ggobkk, I am looking forward to reading about your adventures! We shall see what kind of reception this one gets. I know I left the previous trip report hanging, so I am eager to finish this one, which shouldn't be hard, because its all done. I do appreciate feedback, any kind, about the report. Ahhh Mexico. I love that place so much. I may insert a paragraph or 100 about Mexico in this report. I am hesitant to do a full blown report on it, though there is a lot to say about it for sure. worldatlarge, unfortunately I will not be in Mexico that week you mentioned, though interestingly enough, I will be in another Spanish-speaking country the week(s) you are in Mexico. If there is anything interesting that comes out of that trip I will let you guys know. Awwww thanks reader! And thank you for thinking that my talent to put forth gibberish is worthy of a novel. It would be hard to do with my full-time job, my travel schedule, and taking care of my BF, so I guess these trip reports would have to serve as a main creative outlet. And thanks for mentioning John Burdett. I will look him up. Some of you have asked me if I could put all these in a blog, ala ChristianPFC. I don't think I am in Thailand often enough to generate content that would sustain a blog of that kind. Plus the thought of maintaining a blog sounds like too much work for me. I can see how that would consume all my free time. But I am still thinking about it.

If you notice in my intro that I skipped my 13th-trip trip report. That trip was over Songkran. Here is an overly long sample of the trip, before I get into the 14th trip: Prologue: 24 Hours of Water 1 AM: DJ Station was packed to the gills It was the first day of Songkran 2017, and the night before the gay circuit party GCircuit, so we should have known DJ Station would be almost unbearable tonight. My companions, BurBoy, the 23 year old Burmese boy who has been with me through many trips now, and Mark311088, the Brit-Asian whirling dervish who descended on my holiday like a tornado, completely changing it for the better, of course, were my companions tonight, and ultimately the whole week. I already told you about the Hua Hin trip we had here, and samebb summarized the Songkran madness that followed, but this post is about the day in between those events. We tried our luck at DJ Station tonight, the famous gay dance club in Bangkok, having just visited it 4 nights earlier, the night when BurBoy and I first met Mark311088. Since tonight was the night before GCircuit, the place was packed with boys who were here for the parties, but still needed a place to party tonight. Wait, it was more than packed. We were trapped in there like sardines. It was not possible to dance anywhere, let alone comfortably stand anywhere to enjoy the two drinks that were included in the 300 baht cover. We got in the line snaking out of Soi 2 onto Silom, and then finally get in the DJ Compound and upon getting to the entrance, we barely were able to get into the main club. It was just packed wall-to-wall with boys. We managed to squeeze our way through to the stairs to lead us to the second floor, but what welcomed us was more of the same. It took us about 15 minutes to get from one end of the floor to the other, after elbowing, pushing, and stepping on other people just to get to the other side. We emerged at the far end, but Mark311088’s feet were a casualty. He made the mistake of wearing flip-flops at DJ, and as a result his exposed feet were bloodied and bruised due to other people stepping on him. I suggested to him to go to the bathroom to tend to his feet, while BurBoy ambles up to the bar to order all our drinks with our tickets. “It’s just a scratch,” Mark311088 says, smiling at both of us with his killer smile. We try to sip our drinks in peace, with Mark311088 taking a smoke break once in a while, but DJ was just too crowded for it to be enjoyable. We leave the club halfway into our first drinks to head back outside. It was still too crowded in the surrounding compound and in the other bars in the periphery. We decided to give up and just try again at some other night. We have so much partying still to do in the next few nights so this was not a huge loss. We get back out on Silom and decide to have some beef noodle soup from the street food vendor usually found just by Soi 2. It was hot tonight, and eating hot noodle soup isn’t exactly optimal food to have in this weather, but we were hungry, right after wrestling our way through the boy soup we just swam through in DJ. As I ate and drank my soup, I sweated, a lot, but BurBoy was there to wipe my sweaty forehead, scalp, neck, everything. Still taking care of me. We finish (330 baht for 3) and start walking on Silom to get to Soi 3 to our condo, and to Mark311088’s hotel, which was just past Soi 3 in the same direction. We talk about our plans for the next few days, which was going to be GCircuit, Songkran water wars, and some Soi Twilight time as well. As we walk we see a steady stream of water just travelling through the canals and drains of Silom, the remnants of the Songkran water wars that waged just hours earlier. As we get to Soi 3, Mark311088 suddenly blurts out “Happy Birthday!” and gives me a big hug and kiss in the cheek. BurBoy quickly tells him that “Birthday no today, tomorrow!” Mark311088 says “Now 3 AM, now his birthday!” showing BurBoy his watch and the time. I just laugh and let them argue. This is where we part ways with Mark311088. We all hug and BurBoy and I make a left on Soi 3, while Mark311088 walks further down Silom. Perhaps because it was just the two of us now, BurBoy then hops on my back for a piggyback ride. I put his legs wrapped in my arms and give him a ride to the 7-11 next to the condo. Before he gets off of me, he kisses my face, shouting “Happy birthday na!” This was gonna be a great birthday. 6 AM: Trouble back home Home for me is California, and at 6 AM Bangkok time, it was still 4 PM the previous day there. BurBoy and I were sleeping when I get an uncharacteristic video call from my BF back home. He never video calls me when I am in Bangkok, so my heart skipped a beat, wondering what was wrong. I leave the bedroom and BurBoy with his stasis-like sleep, and try my best to compose myself and look like less of a banshee, as I do when I just have woken up. I put on my headphones and answer the call. I don’t see my BF on the video but I see a baseball field. My BF was at a SF Giants game I think? The camera finally pans to him. He was wearing a SF Giants ballcap and sunglasses, all scruffy and handsome. He asks me how I was doing, and I could barely hear him from the ambient noise. I tell him I just woke up. I asked what was wrong? All of a sudden the cellphone was taken from him, and I see my best girlfriend, in the game with my BF. “What’s going on?” I ask. She tells me whats up: it was our school's game night at the game, and most of our friends were there with the BF. My best friend asks me where I was, and why was I not there? I tell her I am in Bangkok. She asks what was I doing there. It was my birthday tomorrow, and she felt it was weird that I wanted to be thousands of miles away, away from the BF, and my good friends. “I always spend my birthday here in Bangkok, on Songkran,” I tell her. She asks me why. I tell her because it’s more fun here. She says “More fun than us?” I say “Why are you giving me a hard time?” And then she says it. Over lunch my friends were grilling my BF about my extra-curricular activities in Bangkok. She asks me what I was doing there. I tell her it’s none of her business. She pans the camera around the bleachers. Most of my friends were there. I guess they were wondering where I wasn't there. I tell her to give back the phone to my BF. She reluctantly gives it back. I see my BF slightly smiling. He asks again how I was doing. I said I was worried. Is everything OK, I ask. He shrugs and says he doesn’t want to get into it now. I can’t see his eyes to judge his mood due the sunglasses. Those blue eyes have said a lot to me in the many years we have been together, now it is hidden from me. He says he will go now, and will talk to me later. Before I have a chance to say goodbye the call drops. It's morning in Bangkok today and it is my birthday. This is not how I want to start my birthday. I go back to the bedroom and see BurBoy still in his slumber. I cuddle with him and try to get back to sleep. I can’t, my mind is racing. This is not good. 10 AM: Songkran Trouble It was the second day of Songkran, and BurBoy was awakened by the cacophony of sounds coming from Silom Rd just 100 meters away from the condo. “Good morning na,” he says in his usual boyish register. I half smile and hug him. I look at my phone and see that Mark311088 has been texting to see what we were up to and what to do for breakfast. I text him we will be ready in 20 minutes and to meet somewhere on Silom. Seeing all the hubbub of Songkran would be good for me I thought. We hurriedly shower (together of course) and put on clothes. We put on our best “Songkran-proof” clothes, and put our IDs, money and cellphone in these waterproof plastic pouches that we bought in Hua Hin. Songkran was just starting for the day, and Silom was already closed off at this hour to accommodate the revelers. We did our best to weave around, dodge, and avoid the oncoming water skirmishes. We were successful, for the most part, in avoiding getting soaking wet, but by the time we got to Burger King, my whole back was soaked, and BurBoy’s front torso was soaking wet. Which made his sleeveless white top cling to his muscular torso, with his well-formed 6-pack perfectly outlined. Songkran suits him. We see Mark311088 waiting for us, drier than us and more successful in traversing the water melee. We all hug it out, and weigh our options on where to eat. We decide on a hearty meal at the basement of Silom Complex. BurBoy immediately choose Zaab, so all three of us get a nice meal in. I talk about Zaab here and why BurBoy likes eating there. BurBoy and Mark311088 are in good spirits and I try to chat along, but my mind was elsewhere. Its hard to live in the moment, and enjoy myself, when my mind is back home, wondering about the my real life, and if it was in jeopardy. I barely eat my delicious rice dish. The two twenty-somethings of course finish their meals, as they usually do. We head back out on Silom to assess the water wars currently happening. I was expecting more people at this time of the day, but it was early so people may be just be starting to come in: We slowly make our way on Silom. The two were enjoying the joyous atmosphere. They tell me that we should all get water guns at some point and join the celebration. I nod tepidly, smiling, distracted with the thoughts in my head. The last thing I want right now is to join in this madness. Soon we get to McDonalds. I sit down on the steps in front, tired from the heat and the constant weaving and dodging. BurBoy and Mark311088 join me. All three of us sit and watch the current activity on the streets. I feel a painful tinge in my tummy. I tell them I wanted go back to our condo to use the bathroom, and will be back. Mark311088, perhaps sensing my discomfort with everything, suggest we all go back to our condo, which was just in Silom Soi 3, a block away from where we are. As I rush to the condo, Burboy decides to buy a banana pancake right in front of our building. I wanted to go to the bathroom so Mark311088 went in with me while BurBoy got his pancake. I go to the bathroom, relieving myself, both of what was ailing me in my tummy and my head. I enjoyed the solitude while the boys enjoyed their pancakes. Afterwards I join them to be polite. I see them both on the couch watching TV, and join them while making small talk. After a while Mark311088 tells us he will be going to Babylon to meet a friend of his. We bid him goodbye as we make plans to meet later this afternoon. When he leaves I go in the bedroom and close my eyes. I wanted my mind to stop thinking about things I can’t control, and enjoy what was here now, to no avail. 2 PM: Making Merit, Making Peace I was able to take a nap for an hour, before getting woken up by the infernal music blasting outside from the Songkran madness. I scan the room and see BurBoy, wearing nothing but his underwear, playing with his phone. He sees me awake and smiles widely. “You OK na?” he asks in his usual boyish tone. I say “Yes,” somewhat unconvincingly. “We go temple OK? Make merit for Happy Birthday.” I think about it “Why temple?” He says “Because you Happy Birthday. Alive because Buddha. We go thank you.” I reluctantly put on clothes, and get a feeling of dread of having to be outside again. BurBoy senses my discomfort and takes my hand to guide me as we traverse the craziness of Silom in the middle of Songkran. We get on Silom from Soi 3, cross the street and then get in Patpong, to Surawong. Songkran was in full tilt now: We cross the street and cut through the Montien Hotel complex , and get to Rama IV. No water revelers there yet but we can see some already wet people walking the streets. Wat Hua Lam Phong was our destination. This was the first time I’ve been to this temple, and hear about it a lot from the posters on here. Still holding my hand, BurBoy guides me around the temple compound. I’ve been to a ton of temples with BurBoy in the past (see trip report), but it’s the first time I’ve been with him to a temple in Thailand. As we enter the temple compound I see that the place is buzzing with activity. Most of the people there were locals, making merit, and giving thanks. The famous livestock was there: BurBoy was trying to figure out what would be appropriate for my Birthday merit activity. We go to this “fountain” structure with a steady stream of water around its base, where people put candles on. BurBoy tells me to pick the candle corresponding to the day I was born. BurBoy takes a Thursday candle, as he was born on a Thursday: In front of the candle container was a little card and a little prayer you can say: We light both our candles and I mimicked how BurBoy was saying his prayer. With both hands put up to my nose and palms clasped together in prayer motion, I try my best to say my prayer. It was hard to pronounce the words at first. At the 5th repeat I was getting the hang of it. At the 10th repeat a sense of calm went through me. By the last 3 repeats my head was clear. We set our candles on the water to float and watched as both our candles made their way through the current. There’s something always calming about watching water carry objects away with just the strength of its current. It was like watching the water carry all my troubles away. We weren’t done. We go through the complex and we find these little altars where BurBoy would stop and pay his respects: We get to the main temple hall and we both sit on the temple floor. BurBoy gives me a kiss and goes near the altars to kneel down and worship. As he does this I scan the room and just try to be at peace with my own thoughts. It was working. I feel so much better already. BurBoy knew what my soul wanted at the moment. If there is anything that can quiet the thoughts in my head, it’s a Buddhist temple – the ultimate instrument for mindfulness: Our last stop was buying some paraphernalia for monks. BurBoy takes one of these and pays 200 baht for it: He hands it to me. It was a gift pack for monks. We enter an aircon room with a monk seated on an elevated platform: We all remove our shoes, get some orbs filled with water, kneel before the monk, give him our gifts and get blessed by him. Some kneeling, some prayers said by all (I didn’t know what to say so I just mumbled along). BurBoy had his hand in my hand the whole time this was happening. It was surprisingly intimate, and again, very calming, and respectful, and just what I needed. The monk sprays us with water, and the whole experience was like getting blessed with holy water in catholic churches. When the blessing was done, BurBoy instructs me to take the orbs with water with us out of the room. He then tells me to water the plants with it (picture not me): Water was used to bless us, and now the water is used to water the plants. Water that was used to sustain our souls, is also used to sustain the plants. I leave the temple, thankful that I am here in Bangkok, for the first time on my birthday. 7 PM: Trouble back home, Part Deux We get back to the condo and we take a couple of hours of much needed sleep. I get woken up again by the sound of my cellphone ringing. It was by the BF. It was 5 PM Thai time so it was 3 AM where there BF is. This is odd. The BF is usually asleep by now, as he is not usually a party animal. I leave the bedroom and close the door. I sit on the couch and answer the call. ME: Hey what’s up? Is everything OK? BF: Nothing much. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. It’s your birthday now here in California. ME: Thanks. But is everything OK? Why did you call? BF: I can call you on your birthday right. You’re still my BF. ME: Yeah but you never call when I am in Bangkok. Now I get two from you this trip. BF: Everything is OK. I just went to the club with our friends. We all miss you. ME: Is <best girlfriend's name> still mad at me? BF: She is and she isn't. We had a long talk about things. We… might need to talk about things when you get back. ME: What about? I want to know. BF: It’s OK. Just enjoy your vacation. I don’t want to disturb you. I just wanted to say Happy Birthday. ME: Are you sure everything is OK? This went on for a while like this. The BF was not giving me any clues as to what was wrong. After we hang up my head gets filled with worry again. Should I cut my trip short? I ponder on this for a bit till I get a message from Mark311088 telling me to get off my butt and meet him and paulsf and samebb at Soi Twilight. I was not in the mood for social interaction at the moment, but figure the company will be what I will need right now. I wake up BurBoy and we get dressed to head out. Songkran at this point was in full tilt mayhem, and we got pretty wet from our walk from Silom Soi 3 to Twilight. It super hot today so the water was a welcome burst of coolness to counter the otherwise unbearably hot day. We get to Twilight and I see Mark311088, paulsf, and samebb and some working boys already seated at Maxxi’s. It was Mark311088’s first Songkran so he was having a blast. The twilight boys were blasting a constant stream of water our way. Mark311088 Samebb and BurBoy were getting into the water fights, as paulsf watched in glee. I was just out of it, not having fun. Everyone was trying to cheer me up on my birthday but my mind was elsewhere. I didn’t want to ruin everyone’s fun so I just sat there quietly. Everyone kept asking me if I was OK and I always said yes. I wasn’t. I was thinking of going home. BurBoy’s friend joins our table at Maxxi’s, and he had a big grocery bag with him. It was dinner time, BurBoy said, so we had to go. One of the Fresh Boy boys who was flirting with Mark311088 gave me a big kiss on the lips, and asked if I was going into Fresh Boy that night. I said probably not, because we had dinner plans, and then we had to go to GCircuit after. He frowned a little bit but smiled quickly and hugged me again, before I was carried away by BurBoy and Mark311088 to our dinner. I thank samebb and paulsf for being patient with my grumpiness. (paulsf told me afterwards that the Fresh Boy boys were going to sing me a happy birthday and give me cake if I was at the bar that night. Oh well, there’s always next year.) 8 PM: Blowing out my candles At 8 PM the water skirmishes have died down a little bit, but we all still got wet before we could make it to our restaurant, Mango Tree on Soi Tantawan. There was water everywhere, and we get to the restaurant wet, but since it was Songkran, the restaurant was prepared to accept wet customers. We get seated at a table in the outside courtyard, to help with drying out our clothes. We get our orders in, and I notice BurBoy’s friend take the shopping bag he brought with him and he turned it over to one of the waiters while talking to them in Thai. So there were now three twenty-somethings in my table. Mark311088 was being pretty understanding and slowly but surely getting me out of my funk by making jokes and talking about silly and funny stuff. BurBoy was by my side, hand always in mine, and giving me kisses and talking to me softly. We get our food and have an excellent meal, as per usual with Mango Tree. We finish and BurBoy’s friend signals to the waiters that it was time. It was time for my birthday cake: It was chocolate cake, my favorite. The boys sang me the birthday song, with other customers looking on with amusement. I was kind of embarrassed, but happy, in a way that I wasn’t just minutes before. Mark311088 of course knew the words to the birthday song, and BurBoy and his friend tried to sing along as well. My birthdays are always interesting in Bangkok, and this certainly was not exception. I made a silent wish and blew out the candles. My wish was everything to just be ok. I asked BurBoy how much it cost him to get me the cake. He didn’t want to say. I asked his friend, and after some coaxing the friend finally said that BurBoy paid 900 baht. There was also a nice bottle of red wine that came with the cake. BurBoy really did not want me to know how much that bottle of wine cost him. He said he wanted to drink the wine later with just me, alone, together. I felt really special getting this much care and attention from him. Paying 900 baht for the cake and some untold bahts for the red wine must have set BurBoy back. I felt special just being able to share this moment with Mark311088 as well. I felt so much better. After dinner we were going to go to the first night of the GCircuit party. We decided to go to our condo first so BurBoy and I can get out of our wet clothes and change to our party clothes. We will then tuktuk our way to Mark311088’s hotel so he can change as well. On our way to the condo, we get doused with more water. Soaking wet on our way to our condo, BurBoy and I strip down to get out of all the wetness, towel dry, and then put on a clean set of clothes, underwear and socks, while Mark311088 waited in the living room. We get our tuktuk to go to Mark311088’s hotel. Getting the tuktuk was probably the biggest mistake we made today. In the tuktuk, not enclosed, and exposed to everything, we were susceptible to anyone’s Songkran skirmishes. We had a few close calls as we barreled through Ratchadamri Rd. As we made our way to Ratchaprarop Soi 8, where the Tango Hotel was, it was clear that we weren’t going to survive the trip unscathed. Since the Soi was primarily a residential one, there were a lot of Songkran parties on it, with lots of people armed with buckets of water, who were ready to welcome us in the celebration. And we were, one huge cold bucket of water after another, and we were totally soaking wet after that. I looked at Mark311088 and BurBoy. We were all laughing our asses off. We didn’t care that we were wet. We were having the time of our lives. 11 PM: Doing the Circuit We get to Tango Hotel, Mark311088’s hotel, which was very close to CentralWorld, where the GCircuit party was. BurBoy and I try our best to dry our clothes, while Mark311088 changed. We did our best, but it was clear we just had to bear with the wetness. Mark311088 finishes getting ready so we start heading over to CentralWorld. We decide to take a taxi this time, even if it was walkable, so as not to incur anymore of Songkran’s wet wrath. We get to the location and meander through the mostly shuttered CentralWorld, and get up to GMM Love House were the party was. We get our tickets and settle in the party. We get our starter drinks and then go in the main dance hall, and see that the party was well underway: Mark311088 had a friend joining us. The two of them go way back. Let’s call this friend Fuji. He’s a tall, 20-someting Asian from a nearby country. We meet him in the middle of the dance floor and get introduced. Fuji seemed out of sorts at first. He was friendly but kind of distracted. We danced for a little bit, but then Fuji whispers something to Mark311088, and then leaves us. Mark311088 says he will follow Fuji out and tells us to wait for them in the dance floor. BurBoy just continue dancing, make out in between, and admire the boys. After a while we worry about our friends, so we decide to leave the main hall to get them. Mark311088 says through text message that he was just taking a smoke break and for us to meet them close to the entrance. It took us a while to make our way to the entrance, as the whole lobby was filled with impossibly perfect muscular shirtless boys. We see Mark311088 outside the bathroom, waiting for Fuji. I ask him if everything was ok. He tells me the truth. Fuji was not feeling well due to taking 1 ecstasy pill before we got there, and was not reacting to it well. I asked if it was his first time taking ecstacy. Mark311088 says he thinks so. Fuji emerges and I suggested we get him a water. BurBoy gets two waters with our 1 drink coupon and gives Fuji the water bottle. We hangout in the lobby for a bit, both to help Fuji calm his nerves and also to ogle at the perfection before us. Everytime I go to these circuit parties I promise myself that I will have abs like everyone else. Every time I fail. But I enjoy myself anyway. After a while Fuji tells us that he was just going back to his hotel room to rest. He should not have taken the ecstasy pill, or maybe he just should have taken half of it. We bid Fuji goodbye as we head back to the main dance hall. We will hang out with him again later in the week. So, me, and my two best buds, were alone again, just the three of us, and we make the most of the party. We dance the night away. We admire the spectacle before us, and we thank our lucky stars that we get to do this together. We didn’t stay long. We wanted to pace ourselves. There were two other nights of this to go to. We call a cab to get us back to Silom. Mark311088 joins us and we decide to check out Twilight again for a nightcap. 1 AM: Water Renews We weren’t done with the night, so we decide to get the taxi to drop us off at Soi Twilight. We wanted to see if our friends paulsf and samebb were still there. We get there around 1:30 AM and see that Hot Male and Banana Bar were already shuttering their doors, and none of our friends were there. We all start walking on Surawong towards our condo. On the way, we stop by some street vendors and get some banana pancakes and mango with sticky rice. While we wait, we see some drunk gogo boys that I recognize from the various bars on Twilight, unoffed or done with offs, dancing in the street, in skimpy wet clothing, some with water hoses in hand. They were still in Songkran mode, but were not getting anyone wet. It was kind of hot seeing them let loose outside of work. We get our street food and start walking again. We cut through Soi Tantawan to get to Silom from Surawong. We cross to get to Soi 3, and we stop by the 7-11 next to the condo. And there we proceed to buy almost everything on the shelf. Chocolates, potato chips, dimsum buns, microbiotics, protein drinks, gum shaped like hamburgers, waters, the works. We weren’t drunk, but we were hungry. I think we spent 400+ baht worth of snacks at the 7-11. We get back to our condo and spread out our bounty. We share everything, as only good friends do. This was a simple end to my whirlwind birthday, and I wouldn’t want to spend it with any other people in the world at the moment. I thanked both of them for taking care of me today. We stuff our faces with food. We plan the rest of our holidays, and we enjoy the night and the circumstance. For one final touch, Mark311088 takes the mango and sticky rice and puts my birthday candles on it, for a last birthday blowing out the candles: As we joke around and laugh about the day that just ended, it was interesting to me that me, an American, Mark311088, a British guy, and BurBoy, a Myanmar Bangkokian, would be able to meet at a city like this, and hit it off like we were the bestest of friends. I believe that this is the magic of Thailand. All three of us wouldn’t have met any other way. I said before that Thailand has worn out its welcome with me, but this trip, it has shown me a different side of it that was more interesting, more sustainable, and ultimately more satisfying. At 3:30 AM, Mark311088 decides that he will just go home, instead of sleeping on our couch. He said he might meet up with this hottie and hung Issan boy he met last night, who was a massage boy and who was free for my friend. I was envious, but only slightly. I get to sleep in the arms of BurBoy tonight, so I think I’ll be ok. We all hug it out and bid Mark311088 goodbye. I will hang out with him for another 4 days this week, having hung out with him 5 days prior. I never really planned for my holiday to turn out like this, but I’m glad it did. When our friend leaves, BurBoy and I go in the shower to prepare for the last act of the night. BurBoy loves his showers with me. And its water again, ever present all day, on my birthday, now closing out the night for me as well. Water was just everywhere today, and everyone was having so much fun with it. Maybe that’s why they love Songkran here so much. It's great to have fun with water, but water also cleanses, and renews, and nourishes. Today was a constant baptism for me, a salvation found through getting wet. And now, as the water washes through our bodies, so do my troubles and worries. BurBoy kisses me. I close my eyes. The water still streaming down on us. Everything is going to be OK.

This is my 14th 12th trip to LOS and this is probably the shortest one that I have ever taken. I am taking a short trip to Bangkok in between my longer trip to Asia this May (referenced here). I was only going to stay for two nights but had to extend a third night, because of reasons that will be apparent in the report as it unfolds. Background: I’m 36 35, Asian American, and have a 9 8 -year relationship with a great guy (white, 34 33). 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 J). My past trip reports, for reference: Where I went to Myanmar and fell in love with a Burmese boy I’ve known forever (warning: incomplete): Bangkok/Yangon/Bagan/Mandalay Trip Report: Playing With Fire Where I hangout with a bunch of Khmers and end up with a Burmese guy anyway: Bangkok/Phnom Penh/Siem Reap Trip Report: The More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same Where I Off a bunch of Tawan guys and enjoy Jomtien too much: Bangkok/Pattaya June-July 2016 Trip Report: To Butterfly or not to Butterfly My first trip report, where I get sick in Pattaya and get called a liar by some of y'all: Bangkok and Pattaya Trip Report, Feb 2016 The main reasons why I write these reports are two-fold: 1. I write this mainly for my BF, who lets me do this Thailand thing, with only one condition, that I tell him everything. Writing about it is my way in telling him what I was up to in Thailand. He has a username here (that he has not told me), so he has full access to the reports. 2. I look forward to meeting up with forum members who like to share a beer, and share stories, about their experiences in Thailand. I do not have like-minded friends who know the reasons why I go to Thailand several times a year, and who fully understand the allure, so to the 15+ guys I’ve met through the 3+ years I’ve been going to Thailand, thanks for being there! And hopefully I can meet more. People are generally interesting, and they are more interesting in real life than just here in the boards. Goals I set out at the start of this trip: Goal One: Spend time with BurBoy, my Bangkok boyfriend, to celebrate his birthday I will not be there for his actual birthday, but will be able to see him a week after that, to celebrate it with him. It will only be one night, but I will make this night count. I apologize if I did not finish my previous report, which would have illustrated the progression in the relationship between BurBoy and I, but I had my reasons. Hopefully those reason don’t come up again in this report. Goal Two: Off three boys at New Jupiter My friend, samebb, has been curating boys for me in advance of my trip. I only have one night, so I am also making this butterfly night count. Offing three boys is ambitious, and expensive, but since I have saved all those off fees by spending most of my time with my free boy BurBoy these past 6 months, I am itching to drop those long time fees on the three boys I've had my eye on. Goal Three: Cement my decision on not giving up on Bangkok I ended my last trip report on a sour note about Bangkok, and a hopeful note about Mexico. Interstingly enough, stuff happened over Songkran that made me reconsider my Bangkok decision. Mexico is still very much in the picture, and I am actually going there in 8 days (from this posting), but Bangkok is very much alive and well in my heart. This trip is to keep this thought alive in my head that Bangkok is still my number one destination for solo travel. Will I be able to accomplish these goals? We shall find out. And pictured is a bonus location for this report. I'll let you guys guess where this is: But first, a very, very very lengthy Prologue, next.

BurBoy is now an 11-year Bangkok resident, and once in a while he flags a tuktuk for us. He negotiates the price and sometimes the route, and it's always a fun ride. And getting wet during songkran while on a tuktuk is definitely a unique experience. And when you get to Cambodia, tuktuks are inevitable, safe or not. There's even a gay tuktuk driver on Grindr that I found in Siem Reap that I should get next time.

Ok here's my attempt in steering this useful, but slightly derailed thread, back. This has been very useful for people who are looking for hotels to book, and I don't want it to be locked like the others because of stupid pissing wars: Hotel: Intercontinenal Bangkok Visitors Allowed - Yes, there were guards at the lobby, but did not ask for my two guest's IDs. Guards knew my name. Joiner Fee - No Security - Present but did not check ID Extras - Breakfast for 2 boys no problem that was included with the stay, use of pool and gym no problem for two boys Hotel - Intercontinental Hua Hin City - Hua Hin Visitors Allowed - Yes, everyone has to go through the lobby with security, but no one seemed to mind Joiner Fee - No Security - Present everywhere in the hotel grounds but did not get asked Extras - Pool accessible to my extra guests

Time off work - he always takes the time off when I visit. I tell him months in advance, and it has never been a problem taking off the time. Its only week-long trips at a time so it is not that bad to take it off. Plan where to go - I got Kaung from Siam Roads for the Bagan leg of the trip, and then after booking him, BurBoy talked to Kaung through messenger and got ideas for the whole trip from the more experienced tour guide. Kaung was also able to ask BurBoy what I liked in the tour (my speed, my interests, food preferences etc). Its funny, just last week I had a Thai guy offer to give me a tour of his hometown if I was interested, as long as I paid for the fares and food etc. I think it would be a chance for him to see his family for free, that's why he asked. I may take him up on his offer down the road. I've already been to his hometown but want to find out what it was like to discover it through his eyes.

I think it is a bad idea to mix both services, and it’s hard to find a guide who will provide both services well. I don’t think you’ll find good guides who also advertise openly that they also will sleep with you for a fee. But if you really want to have both, in my experience, either: 1. Get a bar boy who you have a rapport with, who speaks passable English at least, and who is itching or willing to travel around Thailand (if he is Thai) or wanting to go back to their home country (if they are Khmer, Viet, Lao or Burmese) and show you around. You will find that they can tailor the tour to your liking, since they already know you in the biblical sense. Yes, it’s probably not the best tour you will get, since chances are they will not be certified tour guides and won’t know the full history, but you’ll find that you will get a different, more personal perspective, with the tour, which in itself is worth doing, I believe. Plus holding hands and subtle shows of affection during the tour is a plus, as well as having a guaranteed lay at night. My experience: I have had success with this in Chaing Mai, Bangkok, Phnom Penh, Siem Reap and Myanmar. 2. Get a tour guide who happens to be gay, maybe from Siam Roads, or try your luck with general tour companies. The good thing about getting a gay guide is, if you have sexual needs, they know where to find you some nookie at the end of the day, or even to bring with you in the tour, which is something that could be more awkward if it was with straight tour guides, especially outside Thailand. And, since they are gay and if you are cute enough to them, they may even sleep with you for free. My experience: I may or may not have luck with gay guides in the past. YMMV, and I am eager to learn if there are sex/tour combo guides out there. I feel that there is an untapped market for these sorts of things.

In my earlier trip reports I got sort of excoriated by some members for thinking I was misrepresenting myself, even raking me through the coals with ever single detail they thought was inaccurate. I think the reason why a lot of members like my reports is because they really happened to me. If I was just making things up, I wouldn't mind the occasional naysayer, but if what was reported was true, it is harder to swallow. Would you care if my reports were all made up? The beauty of Bangkok is that it doesn't take much to make your vacation interesting enough. I couldn't make this shit up even if I wanted to. Real life is more exciting. Not sure what his motivation is for misrepresenting himself. If he is happy, OK fine, and I don't have to read about it.

Haha WOW I didn't think it was gonna be that easy to guess. Well then I owe you guys a drink or something. Now about that trip report, I guess I can write about this current trip. If anyone can guess where this was taken from (building and floor number! - lol), then I will write about this trip. For those who already know where I am (via PM or LINE), you're not allowed to participate lol. Bring in the rain:

I think that's the whole point right? In real life you can look people in the eye, connect in 3D, and learn from each other in a more satisfying level. We can laugh and cry and share drinks and be silly. I don't get any trolls, annoying bickering or weird non-sequiturs (surprisingly, maybe I've been lucky). So if I don't get that in real life, why would I want that here? I'll just log off and meet real people. In fact that's what I'll do now. If I can just bring my aircon everywhere. The month of May is a bitch near the equator. And bonus points if anyone can tell where I am right now. Hint: its not quite a songthaew, but an equivalent:

The board is different things for different people obviously. The posters that I've followed through the years are probably not the same ones you do, hence the fact that you don't notice those posters gone. Not sure if they post in other boards. I don't want to call out their names, just that I know for a fact they don't come here as often or don't post as often anymore. Some are even very good friends on mine now, and we communicate on LINE and other media. I am not imagining this, as shown in the various opinions above by other people. Again, your mileage may vary. New members who have approached me through PM because they liked my reports have said they are too shy to post on the board for various reasons. I would like to think that it doesn't take an ironclad constitution to muster up the courage to post in the board. And I'm always glad if there are new members who post. New blood (and therefore new perspectives) is always good. Again, probably no one that you know. Many regular posters who have posted before have been traveling these past few months (including myself, and also I am in BKK this week) don't bother with the trip reports anymore, let alone posting. I saw and/or met some of them last trip. Which is a shame because I think their insight is needed more than ever now. YES! As a fellow trip report writer, you know how it goes. And its more "Fuck it! I don't have time!" for me. BKK and Thailand are not the only places I regularly visit for boys. And the word "weak" was not first used by me. Glad you're gonna post again about your trip! My next trip is August, and too bad we won't crossing paths, otherwise I'd buy you a beer.

Hahaha this so funny it's kind of sad. Haven't you noticed a number of regular posters, who used to post helpful, practical, useable information have stopped posting altogether? It's not just me. If the concern trolls have won the day and have taken over the board, then it's not a mystery why those posters are now incognito and rarely even check the forum anymore. Those posters were the reason why I started contributing to this forum in the first place. At least you and Christian etc are still posting. If I was new to this board today I wouldn't be as inspired to be a regular contributor like I was. All I see now is a lot of circular BS. But again, that's just me. I'm "weak" I guess. But thanks for a good number of you who have PMed me, thanking me for starting to post again. I know these are not the posts you want to see, and I'm not interested in starting my own blog (too much work). I'll just slink into the background like these other posters and interject once in a while.

Yup you hit it right on the head. Lots of people stop engaging because of this unnecessary roughness. Yes, we can just leave the "spirited and lively" forum members to just argue amongst themselves. But the forum will be poorer for it if the guys who do post practical information stop posting because of the trolls. I just landed in Asia now, and already my brain juices are flowing with the possibilities of what I can do here. Will I write about them? Probably not, if the trolls keep on trolling.