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I've only been to Sunee Plaza once, and it was one of the saddest parts of my trip last February. After that I stuck to Boyztown and Jomtien. And one need only go to Stickman Bangkok's website, one of the more popular websites about the Bangkok/Pattaya girl bar scene, to see countless photos of the girls. You don't hear anyone complain about the girl's photos being featured there, and hear any bars closing because of Stickman. That website has been at it since 1998. If there have been adverse direct consequences from his featuring the bars and the girls in his website you would have heard it by now. Stickman's article about one bar, The Strip is here: https://www.stickmanbangkok.com/weekly-column/2016/03/snake-dancer/. It features a lot of photos of the girls in the post. In my last September trip I happen to pass by the Strip and saw that girl with the striking eyes from the blog post, just hanging out in front of the bar, talking to the other girls. I didn't have time to go in the Strip but wanted to at least see the Snake Dancer from the blog post. Its stuff like that that can create buzz for your bar. Obviously the bar was not closed due to the March blogpost. Maybe we need a gay version of Stickman? I don't always agree with how he features bars and girls, but maybe someone with a little bit more empathy will work.

Day 10.9 A Dream Boy versus A Real Guy As before, the photos in this post are not mine. I’ve probably offed more boys in Dream Boy than any other bar in Thailand. Tawan and Boyzboyzboyz in Pattaya are second and third in the list. On any night when I am unsure of what I want, this is the bar I go to. If I know I want a hulking muscular guy, I go to Tawan. If want to get a skinny, cheaper, twink, I go to Screw Boy. If I want to get ignored all night, I go to Jupiter (just kidding, sort of). But if I wanted to see variety, unsure if I wanted to off anyone, and if I just wanted to go with the flow, Dream Boy was the bar. If one would go to this bar around 9:45 PM or 10 PM, on a high season weekend (or just before or during Songkran), and be lucky enough to find a good seat in the very front and center, you may see at least 100 or more boys jostling for front position onstage, trying to get your attention. The effect is unreal, as you see these boys in their skimpy speedos, from the twinkiest of twinks with angelic faces, boy next door types with unreal bodies, boyish lean muscular types, as well as big hulking types. Short, tall, and everything in between, they seem to have it here. When I see this, I cannot help myself, and the question is not usually if, but who, I’m coming home with tonight. Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) has been pretty open with telling me stories about the bar. Its history, its inner mechanisms, and its strong sense of family that runs deep with everyone associated with the bar. No wonder it is far and away the most successful boy bar in Bangkok, maybe in Thailand. In my short tenure as sex tourist to this wonderful land, I’ve always seen the bar full of tourists, full of willing boys to come home with you, and it therefore has filled my nights with a lot of fun and memories. I’ve also have had more success with long time offs with this bar, with some of the boys I’m able to off willing and able to be the whole package for me: sex, smarts and savvy. This is why I keep coming back. And just like any bar, it is not for everyone. Some of the complaints: it's too expensive, too crowded, the Chinese tourists have overrun it, the mamasans are too pushy, the boys are divas and don’t do what they are told, the list goes on. And some of the criticisms are valid, to a point. As I see it, the bar has had to do what it needed to survive. I was born too late to have experienced the “golden age” in Thailand boy bars that a lot of you have talked about here at length. I’ve always known the boy bars to be like this. I’m sure the world has changed a lot since that gilded age, and the boy bar changes are just a reflection of what is happening outside its walls. (Sidenote: I would appreciate it tremendously if some of the more seasoned among us can share with me, either here or in Private Message, what it was like in that golden age. I want to know what I missed!) It was 11:30 PM, and BurBoy and paulsf and I decide that we will check out Dream Boy. At this point I have been over the bar scene, and this bar visit was just so that DTG can say his goodbyes to me. This will be interesting, as BurBoy has not met DTG yet. Last time I introduced DTG to a boy I was already in a long time companion situation, was with Cambodia Boy (CB), and there were tears: The jealousy was understandable. DTG was handsome, sexy, and his English was perfect and he can hold his own in any type of conversation you throw at him. Any boy would feel intimidated. As we go in Dream Boy, we see that it was packed, as expected. The main show was still going on but it was wrapping up. There were no available good seats up front. My usual friendly mamasan rushed over to greet us and he tries to find three of us good seats. I explain to him that I wanted DTG to sit with us so it has to be four seats. It was difficult to do in a packed house to find, so we just got seated in the stools in front of the seating in the back. Not prime seating for sure, but at least we got situated together. We got asked our drink orders and we look at the stage as the last numbers were finishing. The mamasan goes up to me and makes small talk. He recognizes BurBoy and says hi as well. He asks about paulsf and if he wanted a boy, and I tell him “We are not sure, we are just here to enjoy now.” I then ask him to call on DTG (by telling him his number). “You want Mr. <insert name>?” Yes I do. He looks at me and BurBoy and gives me a knowing smirk. I tell him its not like that. I just wanted to say goodbye because I was leaving tomorrow. Mamasan leaves to get DTG. After 5 minutes DTG and the mamasan emerge. I chastily shake DTG’s hand and then introduced him to paulsf and BurBoy. He takes a stool nearby and sits. I ask the mamasan to get him a drink but DTG says no, he was just sitting with me. I insisted to get him a drink and tell the mamasan to get him one. The mamasan leaves. I tell DTG that it was sweet of him to not have me spend money on him, but I feel that he can use the little commission he gets from the drink, as well as increase his goodwill at the bar. The show ends and some of the customers leave the bar. The mamasan tells DTG that there were prime seats at the front now if we wanted to move. DTG tells this to me and he stands up and goes with the mamasan to the seats. The seats were really good, at the very front, and enough to seat all 4 of us, with space to spare. I sit in the middle and paulsf sits to my right. I tell Burboy to sit to my left and let DTG sit on his left. BurBoy tells me that DTG should sit beside me so I had talk time with him. So BurBoy squeezes between me and paulsf and DTG sits next to me. The careful politics of boy seating arrangements. I guess the westerners will just have to sit separately. DTG and I talk while BurBoy was just content in taking in the atmosphere. I notice paulsf sitting quietly in the corner. I look around the bar and notice a lot of cuties still un-offed and looking for customers. There were probably 20 boys still in the bar. I see this striking, young, tall and Viet looking guy onstage. I point him to paulsf and he agrees that the boy was super hot. DTG continues to talk to me. Sometimes he asks if BurBoy was OK with me talking to him. I assured him he was OK but I wasn’t totally sure. He asks about my trip and what has happened since he saw me. It was nice talking this one last time in person, even if we talk constantly on Line. I often wonder how it felt if he was my long time off instead of CB or BurBoy. Maybe someday I can do that. Now I feel that he is doing this to pay off his debts, and I do not want to take away from his income by offing him long. I know that I don’t pay enough for it to be worthwhile for him, and he gets more if he sticks to his customers. We will see if his promise of remaining friends after his bar boy days are over will actually happen. The 12:15 AM show was about to start and I see paulsf still alone in the corner. As I like everyone happy, I look for that hot boy I mentioned to paulsf earlier to see if he is still here. I see the boy sitting by the gym equipment in the far corner. I call on our mamasan and tell him to call on the boy to sit with paulsf. I tell paulsf what was coming at him, and he nods and the boy gets to paulsf and shakes his hand. DTG scoots over to the left, and BurBoy and I do the same, to make room for Hot Boy to sit between BurBoy and paulsf. I guess it's now a habit of mine, calling on boys I think my friend wants to talk to but for some reason wasn't: I see them talk for a while before paulsf introduces Hot Boy to me. Hot Boy turns to me and speaks to me in Thai. I give him a puzzled look, the same look I give people who speak to me in Thai, and I answer him in English. paulsf tells him we are both from America, and paulsf tells me “I guess you look Thai tonight.” The second show starts and it was an abbreviated version of the main show. The show starts with the usual coyote boy dance, with the boys in their speedos and cowboy boots. And then the “Magic Mike” sequence with one of the non-offables dancing with other offable boys. The non-offable boy is always a treat to look at, and at our vantage point in the front seats, it really was a sight to behold. The ladyboy comedic number was kind of funny tonight, the one where an audience member joined in on the hijinks. I see BurBoy and paulsf laugh so gauging from them I’d say it’s a success. The elaborate dance number was also in the late show, and it never fails to disappoint. The other boy number staples were there: the neon paint number, the candle number, the tonic water number. It was blur at this point of the night because I’ve been talking to DTG, and occasionally to BurBoy. I tell DTG towards the end that I appreciated him asking me to come here tonight and hope that I will see him again, and we will just continue to talk on Line. I give him 200 baht as I would any boy that sat with me. He says he doesn’t need it, but I put the money in the garter of his speedos, telling him that he should keep it. I then tell him that he should get ready to get onstage after the show so he can try to get a customer to end the night. He told me he will, and hugged me tight, and said goodbye to BurBoy, before leaving us to prepare to be onstage. I see paulsf and Hot Boy in deep conversation. That boy is really hot. I made the right decision. I hug BurBoy and I ask him if he was ok. He says he was fine, and then asks me where DTG was going. I told him he was going to go back onstage to get a customer. BurBoy was kind of surprised that DTG wasn’t coming home with us. I told him I will not ask anyone to go home with us without his consent. He gives me a peck on the cheek. The show ends and the unoffed boys get onstage to make a last minute effort to get noticed by the customers. An announcement was made that informed us that in 15 minutes the bar is closing, so if we wanted a boy now is the time. I see Hot Boy leave paulsf’s side to get onstage. I ask paulsf why he wasn’t offing the boy. He said maybe tomorrow. He agreed that the boy was really hot and thanked me for the gentle nudge to actually get the boy to sit with him. We all leave the bar, and back on street level on Soi Twilight me and BurBoy say goodbye to paulsf. It was fun meeting him this trip, as I do with other forumers. It’s nice to hang out and share stories with other like-minded individuals who make the trek to this land of wonder. But for all the fantasies and dreams that was on offer tonight, I decide to take home the very real BurBoy, the non-bar boy who was just along for the ride.

All the qualities I could have hope for for a boy, except the bottoming part, but for a first off, or any off, it was a good choice for me. Curious that I have not dipped into this well since. I'd say I can feel how cheaper the boys are in Boyztown than in Soi Twilight, so that's probably why I've seen some Pattaya boys cross over to Bangkok because of this. Even with stiffer (hehe) competition, they still earn more in BKK, even with the higher cost of living. I would also say that looks-wise, at least for what I like, I'd give the slight edge to Bangkok boys, but I don't see a difference in quality of service. At the end of the day I like to mix it up and visit both without any strong preference for either one. What puts Bangkok over the top is there is way more (non-Boy) things do there than in Pattaya. Haha that too, though my reasons are more selfish. I lament that I have been doing this way too long and too frequent that I recognize the boys when they go to different bars or cities. It's like recognizing a porn star in the grocery store, which has happened to me all too often. I hate that I recognize them and know their names, a sure sign that I watch too much porn. Thanks for the correction. The difference between the two malls couldn't be more stark. I don't want people trying to find these restaurants in the semi-dead mall. Thanks for the food tip! I am always looking for restaurant recommendations. I will now try vinapu's legendary Best Chicken and Cashew Nuts and report back . It was fun! Glad you could join us. Sad to miss you in December but there will be other trips of course. I am so jealous that your trip is in just a little more than a week and mine is still a month away. Thanks vinapu. I linked to Rush's blog in my previous post after you mentioned this. He has probably inspired countless tourists to visit Bangkok because of his incomparable and inimitable way in writing and write about personal stuff without being judgmental. I can see why a lot of us appreciate his work and he is sorely missed, still, even if its already been a couple of years or so after his passing. The trip report is almost done! My reign of terror will soon end haha, and I won't darken GayThailand's doorstep again, till at least another month, with the trip reports.

Day 10.6 So Fresh and So Clean (all photos in this post are not mine, and can be freely downloaded from the interwebs) The first time I have ever set foot on Soi Twilight was a clear night on February 2014. Back then, armed with the knowledge from the best trip reports and advice from this forum, as well as reading the blog http://bangkokbois.sawatdeenetwork.com/ religiously before heading out to Bangkok, I was so nervous and wasn't sure I could actually do it. I chose my first hotel, Crowne Plaza, knowing how many meters I had to walk from the hotel to the bars. I made sure I was ready before 10:00 PM to get to the bars so I can get good seating and see the shows. I even made sure I had some 20, 100, and 500 baht notes in my pocket so I was ready to give out tips. I knew where to stay, where to go, what time to be there, and what to bring. But nothing could prepare me for the initial assault on the senses that I was about to witness as I walked on Surawong and see Soi Twilight from the distance. The neon light signs, the aggressive bar touts, and the boys sashaying up and down the Soi, was too much for me. I entered the Soi, pretending to be unimpressed, and ignoring everything they were throwing at me. I walked too fast that I got to the Classic Boys side of the Soi without stopping and even able to check anything out. I left the Soi to try to compose myself. I decided to go to Tawan instead, and the rest is history. So tonight, with my eye candy in my arm, I step into Soi Twilight for what it seems to be the 100th time, without the shyness from before. Now, at the end of my trip, I am almost jaded, a little over the bar scene. I know that when I get back home I will be aching to be back here again. Maybe one can really never do this everyday. It's good as an occasional thing. But once that you have indulged in the fantasy, and had your fill of the hospitality the boys are known for, it's time to step away. Tonight it my last night in Bangkok this trip. It was time to go. I have made plans with paulsf to hang out tonight on my last night. Before this trip I have been peppering him with questions about his take on some of the bars here, and I have followed his advice on some queries I had. This is the beauty of gaythailand. I get a lot of advice on all things gay Thailand, and I get to meet cool people in the process once in while. I’ve seen paulsf probably three nights now but we have never really hung out to watch a boy show together. We meet him around 9:30 PM at Hot Male beer bar. We exchange pleasantries, and BurBoy gives him a hug, and we sit down with him as we talk about each other’s activities for the past few days. BurBoy was again content in being in the background while the two westerners exchange Bangkok stories. I share with him my lament about my impending goodbye with BurBoy and Thailand. For people who have read my trip reports, they know how much I get attached to the boys I spend time with the most, and BurBoy is no exception. At around 10 PM we decide in heading out to Fresh Boys, which was just a few steps from where we were sitting. I’ve only been here three times before. Once in February, and I talked about it in my trip report, mistakenly identifying the bar as X-Size, another time with my BF and we bought this wickedly handsome Khmer a drink, and another time just 5 nights ago when I was trying to get a boy before seeing BurBoy. I always like the boys here, but I never seem to be able to off anyone. I’m pretty sure I won’t be offing anyone tonight either. This has been my white whale. We go in and get seated in the back benches that had a view of the front of the stage. There were probably two or three more parties in the bar so it wasn’t full. We get asked our drink orders and settle in to watch the boys advertising their wares onstage. The police raids that happened a few months ago on Soi Twilight that forbid the non-Thais to work in the bars, was to me an unfortunate development in the lead up to my last trip in June. I’ve always thought the variety in nationalities of the boys in the bars gave it the edge it needed. The exception of course was Dream Boy. For some reason, having an all-Thai employee base works well for that bar, and the effect is sometimes beautiful. So I was happy to hear that non-Thai boys were allowed to work in the bars again. Onstage at Fresh Boys right now, wearing only tight white underwear, was a good mix of Thais, Viets and Khmers (and maybe a Burmese or two). It was a good looking crew tonight, although not as many as other bars. Some of the boys were eyeing us, trying to see if we were the offing types or not. paulsf, as the only farang in our group, got the bulk of the attention. He wasn’t calling anyone over but the boys kept introducing themselves to him. BurBoy had one leg wrapped around my leg and holding my hand, possibly to both stake his claim and for comfort. The group of boys who stood out for me tonight were the Viets. They were all young, hot, fit, and handsome. Some of them I recognize from Hot Male. paulsf has told me that Hot Male was, for the moment, not hiring any non-Thais, so some of the boys had to land somewhere else. If I was alone tonight I might have thought of inviting them for a drink, but paulsf tells me that most, if not all, of the boys are tops. For some of these gorgeous boys, I can probably make an exception and off them anyway. The boys get off the stage as the show is about to start. BurBoy puts his head on my shoulder as paulsf, sitting on the other side, gives me some of his impressions about what is happening onstage. One of the first numbers was the big cock show, a staple in most of the boy show bars in Thailand. One after another, a hot boy/man would appear with a big raging hard-on. In this bar they did something extra: they would “bang” their rock hard penises on a steel pole that was onstage. The pole would make a big “clank” noise, as if someone was hitting the pole with a steel bat. That probably hurts, banging your hard cock against a steel pole and getting it to sound like that. But I immediately see the parlor trick. As they bang their cock, they also use their knee ever so subtly to bang the pole as well, creating the sound. What was funny was first paulsf turns to me and tells me about the knee thing, and then after that BurBoy turns to me and tells me the same thing. “No original.” BurBoy adds. I guess he has seen this parlor trick before. There was a number where this tall, lean muscular handsome guy with a long and large hard cock was chuck wowing in front of us, while playing gay porn in his iPad, to music. It was entertaining and hot, because the guy just had one of the biggest penises I’ve ever seen on a Bangkok stage, he had an unfair lean muscular torso with a six pack, and he was playful, posing in different ways onstage, and making sure we all saw what he was watching on his iPad, which was gay porn. paulsf tells me the guy was over 40 years old. How I wish I looked like that when I’m in my 40s. I wish I was hot like that now. Good genes trumps everything I guess. At that age though, you can hardly call anyone fresh, but somehow it suits him still. There were a couple of energetic ladyboy lip-syncs with two backing dancers. The tunes were upbeat and the boys dancing were kind of cute and could dance really well. I hear BurBoy singing along to the songs that was being lip-synced. I was kind of enjoying hearing the song on stereo. paulsf remarked that this was one of his favorite parts of the show. There is a fuck show in this bar, but it was kind of different and weird. They put a screen, or a net, across the stage so you don’t see the fucking directly, per se. After seeing the no-holds barred acrobatics in Tawan and Screw Boy throughout the week, this seems pretty tame. This was the time me and paulsf and BurBoy talk. How blasé we have become, talking over a fuck show. There was also a shower show. Again, blasé. One Viet guy approached paulsf. paulsf did not want the boy to sit with him, so the boy kept his distance, but soon he sat next to him. I see them talk for a bit before the boy extends a hand to introduce himself. paulsf tells him we are both Americans, which prompted the boy to remark that he thought I was Thai. I get one every night. The boy was cute but paulsf was not having any of it. While the show was happening I check my phone. The bar was not too strict with the phone usage, though I am sure that you still can’t take photos inside the bar. I see some Line messages from Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG), asking me if it was my last night in Bangkok tonight. I answer and tell him it was. He replies and says that if it was possible tonight, I should go to Dream Boy to say goodbye. He adds that I don’t have to buy a drink for him, he just wanted to see me. I tell him I will see what I can do. I tell this to BurBoy, that I wanted to go to Dream Boy after this bar to say goodbye to DTG. BurBoy has never met DTG, and he was immediately skeptical about the meeting. He asks me “How do you know boy?” I tell him I offed him in the past. “You still talk him?” I say once in a while. “You want off him tonight.” No, I say. I am with you. I just want to say goodbye to him because I haven’t seen him in a long time (a bald-faced lie again). BurBoy just shrugs. I guess he didn’t like it as much but figured he would let me do it. The show ends and we pay up for our drinks. I tell paulsf that we have decided to go to Dream Boy because I wanted to say goodbye to DTG. paulsf decides to go with us to Dream Boy, a bar he doesn’t check out that often. So Dream Boy, and DTG, next…

Day 10.3 Shopping for Salvation With my vacation coming to a close, it is time for me to think about my real life back in the US. Not that all this love and sex and hedonism in Bangkok isn’t real. But this is just about 19% of my life. The other 81% you guys don’t know about. It’s the part where responsibility and obligation and the mundane and the routine come in. It is the ordinary, but important part of life. How else can you have the energy and the money to let loose once in a while. One simply cannot live in a heightened sensory state all the time. Pretty soon you will long for the quiet and the rest. Life is all about balance. So thinking about my real life means thinking about my BF, the other love of my life, my family, and my friends back home. They all know I am here. Some of them even see vague Facebook posts about my time here. So I will have to get them souvenirs. From my travels. I don’t usually get all my loved ones something whenever I go here, but I haven’t given them anything in a while, and I went to a new country, Cambodia, so it would be good to buy them something, and my mom has asked for a some stuff as well. So our next destination is Platinum Fashion Mall. I’ve never been to this mall, and at first blush the name sounds posh, but just because the name has “Platinum” in it doesn’t mean it is only for the 1%. Like MBK, Platinum Mall is like they shoved Chatuchak Market into two big buildings. I’ve always had fun visiting Chatuchak Market. Apart from the usual clothes and souvenirs, there are a few niche items that I love finding in that market (and I am not just talking about the Hitler t-shirts, complete with swastikas, found in some stores). It is an assault on the senses, including physically, because the lack of aircon means you have to search for deals in the heat and humidity. We head up Ratchadamri Rd to Platinum Mall from CentralWorld/Isetan. It was overcast so the heat wasn't a concern, but the humidity still got us. We entered the mall and we see a Starbucks. BurBoy takes two waters, pays for them and hands one to me. We sit for a bit and then head on back to shop for deals. There's a little bit more order to the chaos of the mall, moreso than MBK, but still that's not saying much. But that's OK. Half the fun is just going from store to store and seeing what they have, and then quickly moving on. There was no point in lingering too much at a store that didn't quite have what you wanted. Chances are the next store or 5 will have it. And if you find something in a store that you can't live without, get at least 2 more of them at least. They're cheap enough that even buying 3 at full price is way cheaper than getting 1 at your western country, and you can haggle down the price easier if you buy more of it. So that was my system. When BurBoy saw something that he liked, I would look for more of the same item with gifting it to my BF or friends and family in mind. I would let BurBoy haggle down the price, and not only do I get BurBoy his gifts, but gifts for my other loved ones as well. He gets mostly t-shirts, so I got some for me and others. He got some shorts and that made me get some for me as well. This was also a great way to spend time with BurBoy. He has been a great companion for me all this time. I am happy to buy him little tokens of my appreciation through shopping. In turn he helps me buy stuff for people back home as well, and he sometimes asks questions about who I was going to give it to so he can have a hand also in picking the best gift. By the end of the shopping trip, I think I only spent 1200 baht on him. And probably three times that on gifts for other people. That's a little bit over $140, which to me is money well spent. I have a happy BurBoy appreciative of the gifts, and I have giveaways to share back home. I even got some for myself. We decide to have some coffee before heading back to Silom. BurBoy takes the lead and finds us a table. I tell him to go to the counter to look at the menu so he can tell me what he wanted. After about a minute he comes back and says he would like a Mocha Frapuccino. I leave him with our shopping bags and table to order. I wanted an iced coffee with a hazelnut shot. I pay for the drinks (about 275 baht) and also get a banana and a cookie (120 baht). I sit down with BurBoy to wait for the orders, and hand him the food. He takes the banana. After 3 minutes the drinks were ready. I hand him his drink and we share in the caffeine and the afternoon. Life was good. After finishing our drinks BurBoy tries to carry all the shopping bags, but I tell him I will help. We head out back on the street, using the overpass this time, to get from Platinum back to Isetan/CentralWorld. After a good walk we get back to the BTS to whisk us back to the Crowne Plaza. Back in the room we sort our loot and I start packing most of my stuff in my roller bag. I better get most of this done now before we start our night. It was 6 PM so we try to relax in the room (or, lelax in loom). No free food in the room but the happy hour was happening in the lounge room. I ask BurBoy if he wanted to get a drink and he said maybe later. With the shopping and packing done we just lie down in the bed and watch TV for a little bit. We didn’t say much to each other. We knew this time together will end tomorrow. I’ve become too comfortable with him that I start believing that this was my reality. I shake off the negative feelings and just be in the present with BurBoy. I hold him tight and focus on the show onscreen. We spend an hour just relaxing like this, before we decide to get going with our night. There was no point in napping before the night tonight. It would be good for me to actually be a little tired when I get to my flight tomorrow. I need to start adjusting to my time zone in the USA, and last night was a start, with going to bed at 5 AM. People have ways to ease into their home time zones to reduce jetlag, my usual way is to be awake in the same waking hours as my destination time zone, and be tired enough to sleep during my flight. It does not always work but its good enough. We shower together as usual, and prepare ourselves for the night. We decide to wear some of the new clothes we just bought. We both have a feeling tonight is a big night. I tell BurBoy that we should have dinner before going out to the bars. I also tell him that we should hangout with paulsf tonight since it was my last night in Bangkok, and he is still in the middle of his trip. He asks me a few questions about how I know paulsf. Understandable that he asks about these things, as he is a very inquisitive boy. I make some cockamamie story about meeting him a few trips ago and we became friends. Of course I can't tell him that we belonged to this famous gay forum in the internet where I spill the beans on our relationship. We finish dressing up and leave for dinner. We had luck going to Silom Plaza this morning for brunch, so we decide to go there again for dinner. We have had a few dinners in Silom Plaza before, but there was one restaurant that seemed to be always full whenever we decided to check it out. I could count at least three times when BurBoy would go to that restaurant to look at the menu and liked what he saw, but the wait for a table was always too long for us. As we head over to the basement level of the mall, we see that restaurant had a table empty. So we rushed over to claim it. Before I continue, and before everyone says that these trip reports are turning into a foodie blog, let me just say that I have received a few PMs from people asking me for recommendations on places to eat in Bangkok. So I made sure I took the extra time to feature the meals that me and BurBoy (and CB) have had this trip. It is not for everyone, but for the few that have asked for this, you’re welcome. So the restaurant that we finally will be able to eat at is called "Zaab Eli". Facebook link: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Zaab-Eli-Silom-Complex/399199463520575 and internet image: We were going to settle for the empty table that was just outside of the restaurant, but the receptionist pointed to a better table inside that we might also like. We went inside and get seated. We get handed the large two-sided menu: Again, I love the concept of menus with big photos of the food in addition to the text describing the food. The English translations also help. We choose some drinks first. I liked the “Half coffee and half thai tea” option they had, and BurBoy gets the “Pandan leaf juice with collagen jelly”, as well as sharing a bottled water: We look at the menu and choose our items. I realize that mine and BurBoy's number is “4”. We always get four things of food over dinner. We are constantly hungry and I guess 1 food item per person is not enough. We order “Porkchop steak with Thai local sauce,” “Fried rice with shredded pork jerky and soup,” “Sundried stripped beef,” and “Spicy and sour soup with chicken.” As we wait for our meals we forget our impending goodbyes tomorrow and just spend time as a regular couple. No reason to sulk and be sad. BurBoy is a serial optimist, always looking at the bright side of life. He tells me about his plans for the next few weeks. He is hoping that the money he got from his former farang benefactor will get him far in Myanmar. But he is open to stay in Bangkok for a little longer, maybe stay with his parents for a while, and decide on a future course of action. He tells me about Yangon and Mandalay and how nice it is there. I tell him I will definitely visit him and visit those cities. Our food comes and we dig in: We share everything, of course, and everything was so good. We take our time to devour the food, and we both agreed that this restaurant was worth the wait. We can see and taste why this restaurant is as popular as it is. Another good thing about it: it was cheap. We get the bill and I paid 625 baht ($16.33) for the feast. For that amount and quality of food that was cheap. And most of all, the good meal cheered us up, to be ready for the night ahead. Like I said before, a great meal, like great sex, is good for the soul, and sharing it with someone you love and care for is the best feeling in the world. It’s another two bar night. First bar, Fresh Boys…

Day 10: It’s Morning in Bangkok Mornings are weird in Bangkok. OK, its probably not weird to the millions who call this city home, but for most tourists and nocturnal locals, the only mornings they see in Bangkok fall between the hours of 12 Midnight and 5 AM. This morning was no exception for us. It is past 2 AM when the show at Screw Boy ends. We’ve had a few drinks in the bar, more than the usual we have at a boy bar. We felt celebratory, and the boys were hot. The hot boy who was eyeing us all night sat beside us and talked to us for quite a bit. He was Thai, 23, and hot as hell. It was fun trying to communicate with him even if his English was not as good as BurBoy’s. BurBoy was fine translating and I gave the boy 150 baht in the end. He’s a good guy and seems super down to earth. And hot as fuck. We leave Screw Boy and see that out in the street that the rain has completely subsided. I ask BurBoy what he wanted to do. Did he want to dance and go to GOD? Did he want to drink some more? Did he want to eat? He decides to look for something to eat on the way back to Crowne Plaza. We choose to go to the Surawong side as we make our way to Rama IV. The streets were now a little bit quiet. Some revelers are walking slowly back to their hotels. Some locals are still hanging around, sitting on the sidewalk. The air is clean and fresh from the recent rain, and it was a little bit cool. BurBoy finds a fruit stand and he gets two things of mango slices and hands one to me and pays for it. I didn’t ask for it but he knew I wanted some. We eat the mangoes on the way back to the hotel, talking about the Screw Boy show and laughing at the spectacle of it all. We finish our mangoes and we stop by the 7-11 on Rama IV close to the hotel and get some snacks. He holds my hand on the way to the hotel. I love these times. It’s the slow walks with BurBoy in the wee hours of the morning that I will miss the most. It’s really the smaller, simpler things that matter the most. We enter Crowne Plaza still holding hands and I get a warm welcome from the night concierge. By now he has seen me numerous times, with god knows how many boys, in the past. But this is the first time he’s seen me holding hands with a boy. He bids us good night as we walk past him to get to the elevators. No judgement or remarks. They have probably seen everything before. We get to the 23rd floor to the second set of elevators and get up to our floor. We get in the room and I flip the switch for the “Do not disturb” light. BurBoy adjusts the temperature of the zircon to something warmer and he takes off his shirt, shoes and shorts and plops himself on the chaise lounge. I love his golden brown skin and musculature. I do the same (the sight is probably not as an impressive as BurBoy's), and we dig in at snacks and drinks we just bought. We talk for a bit, about the night, tomorrow, the future. I have gotten used to how he talks, and my English has matched his spoken cadence, diction, and verb-noun sentence structure that makes me more intelligible to him. As you would expect by now, we decide to shower together, followed by sex. The sex was passionate and quite long. There is really nothing like staring at half-naked men all night to get you hot and bothered for the sex after. BurBoy turning up the temperature is deliberate. A warm room and bed was more conducive to our physical needs. After it all we take a moment to catch our breath in bed, which was now a tangle of sheets, lube, and our own fluids, sweat or otherwise. It was 4:30 AM, and we shower again to call it a day. He takes some time for his own beauty regimen and we are off to bed. He changes the temperature back to a cooler one because he knew I liked that. We have probably spend 15+ night together overall and he is very familiar to what I like. I wake up at 12:30 PM. We miss everything: the sunrise, the morning, the free lounge breakfast. But who cares when you have the sunrise, the morning, and the most satisfying breakfast you can eat wrapped up in one sweet package. I turn to BurBoy he is still fast asleep, totally under the covers. I know the aircon is too cold for him but he knows that’s the way I like it. I get up and turn up the temperature a bit, and then go to pee. I gargle with some mouthwash that I bought BurBoy and get back to my man. I see BurBoy on the phone and sees me and smiles. “Good morning! You chuck wow na?” I smile, and I head over to him and take off the covers. He wasn’t hard but getting there. I give his cock a good squeeze and pretty soon I feel it grow in my hand. Good boy. I lean over and put it in my mouth for a bit before stopping and going back to bed. He then leaves to pee. He complains that it’s hard to pee with an erection. We decide to get something to eat and then do some shopping again on my last full day in Bangkok. We use the tandem sinks in the toilet to brush our teeth, wash our faces and do our hair. We get dressed and I turn off the “Do not disturb” switch so that the maid can clean our mess. We pass by the Crowne plaza lounge on the way to the elevators. Breakfast ended at 10:30 AM. We wasted the breakfast today. No problem. We head over to Silom Complex to find something to eat. I have my go-tos in the Silom district but now I wanted some iced coffee and knew where to get it with a decent meal. We head over to the basement level and go to Vanilla Homecafe. This is one of the few brunch places I’ve been to in the past, mostly with farang friends. It is probably more western than most Thai restaurants but is pretty reliable. It is a little more expensive that what it offers but not too crazy. Facebook is here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Vanilla-Homecafe-at-Silom-Complex/275275129261536. Internet image: At 1:30 PM or so on a Monday afternoon the place was half full with some of the lunch crowd there. The customers were all Thai, it seems, so it probably was a favorite for locals as well, despite the price. We get sat down in a booth in the back of the restaurant and we get handed their usual hefty menu. I immediately ask for the iced coffee, and ask BurBoy if he wanted one as well. He says yes and the waiter leaves us to mull over our brunch choices. After a few minutes we get our iced coffee: We look at the choices and BurBoy chooses an appetizer and a pasta dish. I get an egg rice thing. We call on the waiter and BurBoy gives him our order in Thai. While we wait we get on our phones. BurBoy shows me photos of where he wanted to go today, and tells me if he can get a few items of clothing. I tell him of course. It’s the least I can do. I don’t pay him a tip, as he is not a money boy with me, but at least I can shower him with gifts. He doesn’t ask for much, but when he does I try to give it to him. We waited a little bit for our food. The waiters were busy closing out everyone’s checks as the lunch hour end. Pretty soon the place was almost empty. I guess the lunch crowd is thinning out. We eventually get our meals, appetizer, pasta dish, and egg and sausage with rice. I am not sure how Thai our meals are but we devour it anyway: We finish our meals and I pay for the brunch. I forgot what I paid but I looked at my credit card statement and it was $27.98. That’s probably around 900 baht. Not bad. We go to the second floor of the mall to get to the BTS station. I was not sure where we were going so I let BurBoy take the lead. He tells me we are going to Siam station, and he wanted to go to Platinum Fashion Mall to buy clothes. I’ve never been there so this was a treat for me. The BTS was not too busy on a mid-afternoon on a Monday. BurBoy takes care of the BTS tickets. I let him take care of things he wants to pay for and lead on. I pay for probably 95% of the stuff we spend on a daily basis, but when he takes care of the little things I think it is important that he feels he can contribute. He does offer to take care of some meals but I’d rather him spend it on his dream of a new life in Myanmar. I figure the direct deposit I get every two weeks from my job will take care of my own needs. We get off Siam Station, quite possibly one of the busiest BTS stations in the Bangkok train network. We take the long walk on the skywalk to CentralWorld, and then we go in the mall to get some needed aircon respite. It wasn’t that hot but it was a little bit humid. BurBoy tells me “I no like CentralWorld. Everything expensive.” The mall is very hi-so, and actually it looks better than most malls in America. We go through the mall till we get to the far side of the building and then we go outside to the street. Outside it was overcast, threatening to rain. As we make our to the street way pass by the Trimurti Shrine: BurBoy pulls me towards him and he Wais in front of the shrine. He says a little prayer and then looks at me and smiles a big gigantic smile, before he says “OK na,” and continues his way to Ratchadamri Road. Why did he pull me in for his prayer? When I got back to the USA I googled what the Trimurti shrine was about and find numerous articles about it being, among other things, the “Shrine of Love.” Perhaps he was saying a little prayer for us and our love. That is very sweet, if that was actually the case. So more on our love, and my last night in Bangkok, ahead…

Day 9.8 Screwing with the Boys The vibe inside a gogo boy bar is like a Las Vegas casino. In most of the big ones on the Vegas strip, there are no windows and no clocks, shielding people away from anything that is going on in the outside world. The whole casino is designed to keep people where they are and gamble away their money, without any outside distractions like time, obligations, and weather. A gogo bar is the same way. No windows, probably both to keep the outside from looking in, and for customers to focus on what’s inside, which is the boys, and to spend as much money on them, and the bar, as possible. So I don’t know how many times I’ve left a boy bar in Thailand, all satisfied after seeing a good show, and more often than not with a new boy in tow, only to step out of the bar and see that it is pouring rain outside. I had no idea of course, the loud music and focus on boys make me oblivious to what’s happening outside. BurBoy and I see the deluge of rain before us and think about ways how we can get out of Jupiter. Should we just go back to Crowne Plaza? Should we go to another bar? Should we get an umbrella? We see other customers brave the deluge and scatter like cockroaches into the night. We decide to make a run for it to get to Surawong. We duck into the closest 7-11 just across from Soi Twilight. They had some umbrellas for 150 baht so we buy one. We talk about our options as we leave the store. It was 11:30 PM and in Bangkok time this is like, afternoon, so we had more night ahead. We head over to Patpong and swing into the roofed portion that had the Muay Thai shows and some girlie bars. And we see in front of us the boy bar Screw Boy, with the familiar sign and the poster outside the bar. I wanted to see the show, but I wasn’t sure what the time the show was. I have found that it varies from night to night. I tell BurBoy to ask them what time the show was, and to ask the mamasan inside instead of talking to the tout. There was a tout outside and BurBoy asks him. He seems to refer him to talk to someone inside so we both duck in and he talks to a mamasan. He then tell me “12:30 or 1 morning, maybe.” We go back out and decide to kill the time by going to Soi 4 to get one drink. We walk down Patpong to get to Silom and turn left to Soi 4. Because of the rain the only seating were ones under the roof, and there was a table vacant at Telephone to we duck in there to get a drink. I get my usual Espresso Martini, and BurBoy gets a gin and tonic. We look around and the customers were mostly farang, some with Thai boys around their arms. We see people coming from Silom running in the Soi, trying to shield themselves from the rain, at the same time checking out the bars. Most of them take one look and leave, others go to Balcony Bar as Telephone was full. We pass the time by talking about future plans. I have one full day left tomorrow before I jet away to farang land once again. My departure date has been in the back of my mind these last few days. This fun has been great but it inevitably ends regrettably. Why do I keep doing this to myself, I often wonder. But I see the boy across the table from me, looking at me with those loving eyes, that smile that was always meant for me, and a hand always reaching for a part of me (a hand, my arm, sometimes my heart). This is why I go here. At 12:20 AM we decide to go back to Screw Boy to watch the show. By this time the rain has subsided enough for us to walk back up Patpong without using the umbrella. I pay for the drinks (350 baht including tip), and we head out. The streets were understandably more subdued tonight that last night because of the rain, or maybe because of the late time. The tout in front of Screw Boy ushers us in and we go in and there were a few more customers than when we got there 45 minutes ago. The good seats in front were taken, and the only ones available were in the back, away from the stage a bit. BurBoy talks to the mamasan because he did not want to sit all the way in the back, so the mamasan takes us to the super front stage left where there were a few seats next to the toilet. If you were a new to Bangkok, having just gone to Jupiter, with its polished stage, optimal stage and hall lighting, great sound system, arranged seating and plentiful waiting and professional waiters to get you your drink and or boy for the night, you would be in for a shock if Screw Boy is your next bar to visit. The bar is kind of dark (which is probably good because I don’t want to see the place in bright lights), the stage lighting seems to have only a few settings, the seating is awkward, the bar is longer than it is wide, with the stage awkwardly on one side of the long way, so if you are on the seats on the other far side its hard to see the action. The flip side though is Screw Boy is probably close to what people have in mind when they think about a typical Bangkok gogo bar. A little bit dirty, and little bit run down, and a lot sleazy. If it was the other way around, and Screw Boy was your first bar, going to Jupiter would be a disappointment, because maybe the drinks are too expensive, the numbers too mechanical, and the boys too frigid, because the boys in Screw Boy are pretty personable. When you first come in they assess you to see what kind of customer you are, and try to entice you on the first minute you come in. We give the mamasan our drink orders and she gives the order to one of the employees in the premises. The mamasan sits down next to Burboy and talks to him for a bit. The view from our seats were crazy close. From our vantage point we cannot see the other customers in the long side of the bar, and we can only see the seats in front of us next to the stage, and the stage itself. As some of you have pointed out, the boys were in their trademark checkered black and white briefs. All photos are not my own, and lifted from their Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/New-Screw-Boy/194133930765839. There was probably 8 boys onstage. Two of them were checking us out, and smiling to entice. I am posting a photo of the stage, again lifted from the Facebook page, taken from the far side of the stage: The boys who were here were mostly pretty hot. The four onstage that were tall, lean and sporting a big bulge were pretty hot looking. I point them to BurBoy and he responds back “All man na, no woman. Cannot bottom.” That is probably true. For all I know all of the guys onstage were straight. It doesn’t matter. I wasn’t offing anyone tonight. There was a party of South Asians (I'm guessing?) who came in and it was obvious they were known to everyone in the bar. They were seated in the far side so I did not know what was happening. After 10 minutes one of the customers from that party went to the stage with a bottle of Johnny Walker Red, and one of the waiters had 10 shot glasses that he laid out onstage. The customers fills all glasses with the liquor and the boys onstage, and some sitting with customers, form a line to get their shots in. The first boy takes a shot and the customers gives him 100 baht. Everyone eventually takes their turn, getting 100 baht each time. This is definitely one way to have fun with the boys. One hot boy enters the bar and it was clear he was a working boy. He goes next to the stage on the left side where I see a pile of clothes just heaped next to the stage. He takes off all his clothes except for briefs, and puts on his work uniform, the checkered brief. This bar does not have a locker room for the boys? Its just a pile of clothes in the side? But this was hot to see of course, him disrobing like that. He was probably 25, looks Viet or light-skinned Thai, and had a perfect set of six pack abs. He was handsome, bordering on cocky, and knew what he had to offer. He went onstage to show himself off, and after 5 minutes a customer calls him over to have drinks with him. Popular boy. I focus back on the stage and see a familiar face again. One boy who I offed in Boyzboyzboyz Pattaya was here. He was light-skinned, perfect body, and kind of femmy. He was wearing different underwear, more stylish, but clearly it was for the show. When I offed him he was a good bottom, very passionate, and the body was insane. I wonder what made him move here. Another boy in different underwear joins him next to the stage and they talk. I also recognize him, this time from Hot Male. He was the usual bottom in the fuck show there. Does he moonlight here after Hot Male closes? And its sad that I’ve been going to bars long enough to recognize some of the boys. All the boys leave the stage. The show starts with a coyote boys dance. The former BBB guy, the fuck show bottom guy, and another good dancer, go onstage and dance their asses off. The customer from earlier immediately goes to the stage and gives them their shots and their 100 bahts. The BBB boy came in for seconds and got another 100 baht, and hugs the customer. After that a set of lady boy numbers go on and the customer gives them all shots each time. This guy sure knows how to have a good time, and obviously had some money to burn. And then this sad clown lady boy does here comedic number (photo from facebook): There was a number where three hot young and lean boys with full erections just gyrate onstage. No choreography, no rhyme or reason, but this was a super hot number. The boys were really selling it, the penises were huge (where do they find these boys), and the audience were very appreciative. One was focusing on both of us, looking at both of us while he dances. He couldn’t be older than 23, a body to die for, and a cock that was pointing at us. I have super blue balls right now. The boy numbers were less polished than Jupiter but more passionate. The boys all get shots and baht from the same customer. While the numbers were going on the table in front of us was used by the boys to sit down and relax. There were drinks and some ashtrays for the boys to use. It was nice to see the boys just sit and relax and horse around sometimes. The one boy with the big cock who was focusing on us was there too. He was glancing in our direction sometimes. I would catch his look at times. Nothing came out of it. I think he was gauging if he should approach us or not. There was also a fuck show with a well built top, and the bottom was the same Hot Male fuck show bottom. Does he do this for both bars? They start their fucking onstage, but pretty soon they get off stage and go around the bar to ask for tips. They find their way to us and the bottom rests his arms on my thighs while the top fucks him from behind. BurBoy elbows me to give a tip. I give 100 baht. They move on to the next customer. BurBoy holds my hand and gives me a peck on the cheek. We laugh at the spectacle of it all. This is why I go to Bangkok. The show ends and it was a satisfying one. I don’t want to say it was better than Jupiter. What’s better to you pretty much depends on what you are looking for with your boy entertainment. To me the boy bar space is big enough for both to survive. Both had full houses tonight even though they catered to a different set of customers. Both bars are not for everyone, but both are for me. Hot boys, entertaining shows, and free flowing alcohol are all you can ask for at times. And ye shall receive all of it in Bangkok.

FOUR HANDS MASSAGE: 1) Generally, not as good as one-on-one, and depends a lot on chemistry between the boys 2) Pick a boy you like, preferably with the criteria you want, and then let him pick boy number 2 3) Don't pick straight ones unless I only need a good massage. 4) Maybe possible for one top or one bottom to do each other, but really I want both boys to pay attention to me. QUESTION: Is Prince the place to go for this? Or Arena or Senso is better? What's the setup at BBB? Are there massage rooms for customers or do you have to stay there to get a massage? Can I take the boy to my hotel room instead? OPENING TIMES: So really slim pickings starting mid-day and it picks up in the afternoon. Best time to go probably 3 PM? Next big question: Is there a possibility of going to a massage place, picking a boy you like, and taking him back to your hotel room for you massage? Maybe the off fee is the basic fee for the massage?

Haha if you list all the boys out like that it does look like the butterfly is alive and well, and thriving. I guess its a butterfly of a different sort. Gone are the days that I have a different boy in my bed every night. Yes he is handsome/cute/sexy, and as vinapu says the boys are usually better in person than in a static picture. The added bonus of the closeness, body warmth and smell, and seeing them smile at you is with more than a thousand pictures. Of course beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and though he wasn't my first choice when i got in the bar, he made sure he was my only choice at the end of the night. I've never had a boy renege on a deal so maybe I am due for one. Boy from Tawan was the only one who i think I had a problem with in terms of the fee. See last trip report for reference. Who are the other Tawan boys you are obsessed with? You can PM me your answer if you prefer. Jupiter is still the bar I'd like to solve. I've only offed one boy there and that was a success, but maybe I am too intimidated to try again in fear of getting a diva or a dud. I will get over that, and maybe even get one that is good, even boyfriend experience material. The PMs I've been getting from guys who have had success at Jupiter have been encouraging. Well its not exactly high-minded reading, but thanks! More next post!

Day 9.6 Jupiter is the new Tawan It would have made more sense for us to just take the few steps on Soi Tantawan and head over to Tawan, the muscle gogo bar. But I've already gone with BurBoy to Tawan 8 days ago, so going somewhere else would be desirable. We make our way out to Surawong Rd and walk down to a fairly busy road. The sidewalk that goes by Patpong is always very busy, and almost impassable at times, filled with tourists and vendors. We cross the street to walk on the less busy, less lit side of Surawong. It is 9:45 PM so we had time before the usual start times of the boy shows at 10:30 PM. I decide to go by Soi Twilight to go to Hot Male beer bar to say hi to paulsf. I see him hanging out and sharing drinks with the boys. That is not a bad place to be. I wave at him and we talk about our days and activities while BurBoy listens to our rapid-fire English conversation that probably was a little bit complex for his comprehension. After a few minutes catching up it was time to go to Jupiter. Since it was a fairly popular bar, we needed to get there a few minutes earlier to get the premium viewing seats. One must make a little bit of effort to get a good vantage point to ogle at the hot boys. We both say goodbye to paulsf, with BurBoy giving him a peck on the cheek and a hug. We get out of Soi Twilight, which by this time is in full swing with revelers and boys. We cross the street and then to an alleyway that leads to Jupiter. Jupiter has its admirers and detractors for sure. I view it as a nice starter bar for friends who haven’t been to a gogo boy bar before, who are game to see a good show. The show numbers themselves aren’t too overly explicit, so you can take your squeamish friends to this bar if they are not prepared to see outright penis in full view. The boys are gorgeous, at least to me. The typical Jupiter boy is usually tall, fair-skinned, trim and wth handsome looks. The number one complaint of many people who try to actually off these guys are that they are duds in bed. They are pretty to look at for sure, but most people feel that the boys are divas in bed. I’ve only been able to off one guy in this bar, and as luck would have he was one of the rare bottoms that could be found in this bar. Like everyone, he is tall(ish), lean, and had very pretty boy looks. His hair style was fairly trendy, and his clothes were expensive and complemented his Jupiter aura. It was a fun time in and out of bed, and very passionate, and had no problems bottoming and performing. He charged 3000 baht long time, fairly standard with what I am used to in the Bangkok “premium” bars. I never saw him again after that encounter, and in my recent visits to Jupiter, I have never seen him in that bar. He may have quit, who knows. We get to Jupiter at 10:15 and see that the place is about a third occupied already. The captains tried to lead us to some seats in the back, but I decided to choose the seats that where at the center and prime viewing position. We give them our drink orders (rum and coke and a Heineken) and turn our attention to the boys onstage. There was about 4 boys onstage right now, all in white square swim trunks, with some of them wearing tank tops and some shirtless. The boys would usually rotate every minute or so to give other boys backstage their turn in the spotlight. I like this method. It was not like in Dream Boy where they have almost all the boys in their stable onstage. Since they had about a hundred of boys a night, that stage is pretty full at the beginning of the night. Not Jupiter. They give a few boys their time to shine for a few minutes. This method also enables the customer to scrutinize a boy with more detail and less distractions. I see BurBoy looking at the boys intently. He asks me: “You want off boy, na?” I tell him maybe, and let him on a little secret, that the boys here have a reputation of being not good in bed. He then asks me: “You off boy here before?” I tell him the truth, and about the Jupiter bottom. “He here now?” I say I don’t see him, but tell him he looked like a guy who was onstage right now, pointing to a boy probably in his early-20s and had a very trendy hairstyle. BurBoy stares at the boy for a while, then tells me “He handsome boy.” I ask him if he wants to buy the boy a drink. “No, I OK now.” As the boys rotate to welcome a new boy from backstage everyone in the audience looks at the newcomer. After a minute the boys rotate again, and then I see a big hulking presence part the curtains and take his place onstage. It was Mekhin, one of the stars in Tawan, now a Jupiter “boy”. I was kind of surprised he was here. Thinking about it, he was a little bit bigger and a little bit older than the typical Jupiter boy. But he was fair-skinned and handsome so he is a fit. I could speculate why he is here but would just reference the post made by Jasper about his interview with Mekhin: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10572-interview-with-mr-mekhin Choice quote: Interesting insight on the difference between Tawan and Jupiter. Perhaps the reason why Jupiter boys have an aura of passiveness is because it was a directive that came from within management. This style does appeal to certain customers, who may prefer their hire for the night to be put on a pedestal and admired, and engagement and personality take a back seat. Some posters here have messaged me about their time with Jupiter boys, and I can confirm that some have shared that the boys show their personalities eventually, and some of them turn out to be pretty nice guys. Maybe the challenge is actually unwrapping the layers of a Jupiter boy to get to the authentic center of the boy. Maybe thats the hidden point of this bar. Sounds like a challenge I will pursue in the future. I explain to BurBoy that Mekhin was a Tawan guy before. He thinks about it and then says “Oh bar with big boy. Bar with boy one pack.” Yes some of the boys in Tawan did not have the six packs that usually came with muscles that big. Seeing Mekhin now, he did stand out quite a bit from his leaner and younger brethren. I am sure he will find a good home here. Though I do wonder what Tawan will do with their flyers, since Mekhin is prominently featured in them: Soon the bar fills up with customers to capacity. It was Sunday night, but it was low season, so a full bar is probably impressive in such a slow few months. As before it was 99% Asian, with a few farang sprinkled in the premises. Have the farang totally abandoned this bar? Are the boys just too passive? Do the boys and management prefer the Asian clientele? I don’t understand it. The light flickers and its time for the show. The beginning of the show is always the one that I hate the most. Narrated here: After this horrible opening number, the song “Muscles” by Diana Ross came on. It was time for the muscle boys number. There were four boys behind the curtain and were slow dancing to the song. After playing behind the curtains they stepped into the stage in full view of everyone. The song was about muscles, and for the first time all the boys onstage were fairly accurate to the song. All four boys were well-built guys in skimpy white briefs. Mekhin was in the right side, with #60, the arrogant one with the perfect muscular body, in center right. The other two with them were muscular stunners. The one on the left side especially, was gorgeous. Very defined muscular body, handsome young face, and trendy hairstyle. All four (including Mekhin) had six pack abs, defined pecs, and muscular thighs. As much as Tawan is known to be the only bar devoted to muscle guys in Bangkok, Jupiter is certainly giving it a run for its money. Jupiter was able to steal Mekhin away from Tawan to join #60 to up their muscular average. By acquiring two more muscular studs with more defined bodies than the ones in Tawan, they are doing quite a good impression of Tawan. Maybe even surpassing Tawan in terms of what a good muscular body should look like, at least to me. So from Mango Tree, we avoided to go to Tawan, but I guess it found us in the end anyway. BurBoy sees me salivating at this spectacle and gives me a playful pinch in the arm. I do like the lady boy lip-sync numbers in this bar. For starters, they know the lyrics to the song they are “singing”, and they usually mouth out the words pretty well. There was a rousing duet of “Tell Him”, sung by Barbra Streisand and Celine Dion, and the two ladyboys doing the number even get the mannerisms and tics that those two divas are known for. The dance numbers with the lady boys are also superior to other bars with pretty good choreography and features some of the hot boys as well. The boy numbers were the typical ones that Jupiter had in its stead, so nothing was new, except that they had the new muscular guys in some of the numbers, improving them greatly, in my opinion. Some of them were even good at dancing, which is usually a rarity with some of the other bars. Of course nothing too explicit, and you could only see penis in quick bursts through towels or cupped hands. The explicit number is always reserved in the end. It is the two shower dance number done in the glass box they had in the left side of the stage. Full erect penis is featured in these numbers, though through a sometimes fogged up glass box. The three Jupiter boys who do these on a nightly basis are no doubt paid extra due to more exposure. We finish our drinks halfway through the show, and soon the show has ended as well. To me, it is always a satisfying show, and if you are reluctant to try offing the famously aloof Jupiter boys, it’s a good bar to bring your already offed boy to a bar if you are looking for some clean and fun boy entertainment. But the night is not done, and we are looking for more trouble, so we decide to go to the one boy bar that was open past 1 AM, Screw Boys…

Thanks for the vote for Prince. It solidifies it for me to check it out at least once this next trip, if not my first one. Thanks for the recommendation. Right now Prime is number 4 in my list of recommendations I've seen here so far. If I get to Prime I will make sure I get into a Rut. Looks like Senso is going to be my number 1 choice for this trip. Location, past experiences from you guys, and having a line up are all plusses for me. So I think with your recommendation I think Senso will be my first stop my first day, unless there is a way to get this Tao guy for sure that day. Do you, or anyone here, have his contact? So maybe I can either meet him at BBB, or go to Crowne Plaza so I can nap right after the massage. Either way, Senso and BBB Inn are very close to Crowne Plaza so it shouldn't be a problem. What time do they open? And yes vinapu we have missed you and your recommendations. You are loved here, obviously. Best. Advice. Ever. PLANNING: First Day: Senso or Tao from BBB Inn to get rid of jet lag. Next up: 2) Prince, 3) Arena, 4) Prime Next big question: I have seen some of you get a 4 hands massage. Where would I go to get the best one? And what does the sex part usually entail, if at all? Is it an all out orgy or is it 4 hands on your cock? That would be too many hands I think. Any recommended boys for this?

Day 9.4 The Mango Tawan Tree We wrap up our shopping spree at the mall MBK and head over to the BTS station to get back to Sala Daeng. I really did not need any more clothes but one must buy the occasional trendy frock to keep up with the times. When I do so I have to throw away, or give away to consignment shops, any clothes that may be replaced by my new finds. I try to keep the clothes shopping to a minimum but sometimes the boys are hard to say no to. BurBoy and I take the BTS to the Sala Daeng station and we use the stairs to get to street level on Silom Rd. At late afternoon on a low-season Sunday, the sidewalks were busy with observers and commerce. There were already a few kiosks propped up for the night market, with some people shopping their deals. There were some hungry passers-by sampling the street food that Bangkok is famous for. And there were tourists, slow-walking their way back and forth on the sidewalk, contributing to the countless millions that consider Thailand their idea of a vacation. We get on the sidewalk and see the Boots Pharmacy by the stairs. We decide on getting a few things for the room. I take a basket and hand it over to BurBoy. I put some face products like a face wash and masks, as well as some Snail White product for my BF. BurBoy asks me if I could buy him a bottle of lotion and some mouthwash (I say yes of course). And finally I get some waters and some chocolate bars for some in-room snacking. I pay for our loot and head back to the Crowne Plaza. We get back to our room and like clockwork BurBoy takes off his shoes, shirt and shorts and parade in our room in his tiny undies. I love that BurBoy is pretty generous with his willingness in exposing flesh while we are together. With such a fit and nubile body one should be as naked as one can possibly be. He is also very encouraging with me giving him occasional touches and kisses while he is exposed this way. One wonder how he really is in his personal time. Maybe this is who he really is. I notice that the staff have left some food items that I have come to expect with my stays here at this hotel. There were some breads, jam and some fresh fruit left on our small side table. This gave me an idea. It was 5 PM and it was “happy hour” at the Crowne Plaza Lounge. I tell BurBoy to sit tight while I take the 20 steps to the lounge just next to our room. If you don’t get it offered complimentary, the Crowne Plaza charges 600-750 baht for their Crowne Plaza lounge access that comes with a buffet breakfast in the morning as well as access throughout the day for drinks, as well as other amenities like a 500 baht laundry allowance (which in Crowne Plaza pricing is about 4 pieces of clothing) and late check-out. This may or may not be worth it to a lot of people, but I think what puts this offer over the top is the happy hour access everyday at 5PM – 8PM. They serve some basic beers and wines, as well as cocktails, and a variety of appetizers are also available during the time. I don’t know how many times I’ve filled my tummy with the appetizers that has been my dinner for that day. I get to the lounge and give the receptionist my room number. I then ask her if I can get a glass of wine and some food and take it back to my room. She said it wasn’t a problem as long as I return the plates and glasses to the lounge when I was finish. I ask for a glass of red wine, and choose four plates of various meat pastries and mini-sandwiches. I pile all the food in one plate and maneuver all this in my arms and I go back to the room. I use the key card and manage to open the door and set all the food on the desk. We both partake of the food and get our fill. After our snack we decide to wash our faces and put on the face masks we just bought. You haven’t been a proper gay couple if you haven’t shared a moment to relax wearing face masks together. I open a 3-pack of Snail White face masks and give one to BurBoy. We wear our masks and lay on the bed and watch The Hobbit – The Battle of the Five Armies, which was on TV. After 30 minutes we take off our masks and then wash our faces. I set the alarm for 7 PM and take our required nap of the day. I feel that tonight is going to be a long one. The alarm wakes us up, and out of habit we shower together. It was a non-sexual soap down, but I must comment on how much I like the overhead rainfall showers that the Deluxe Rooms had. The shower was also big enough for 3 people (I am speaking out of experience here), so there was enough space to thrash around and have shower fun in there. But right now we weren’t in the mood, though I made it a point to tug on BurBoy’s dangling cock. I love that he is a shower, and his cock is as impressive just hanging there, as it is erect. We towel dry and start dressing up. We chose to wear our newly tailored short shorts today, as well as similarly colored t-shirts. We style our hair and give each other kisses as we head out the door, and onto the street at Rama IV road. We make out way to Surawong Rd and walk towards Soi Tarntawan, where we decide to have dinner at a new favorite of mine, the Mango Tree. Mango Tree has been a recent discovery of mine, and it is Dream Boy Thai Guy’s fault: I try to not go to chain restaurants, especially when on vacation travel, because the authentic local cuisine is much more interesting and satisfying than reliable, but ultimately standard, almost unimaginative, fare that most chain restaurants have. But Mango Tree is good enough and reliable enough that I feel the need to visit over and over again. It is also close to Tawan, one of my favorite “boy” bars, so after enjoying all the meat fit to eat at Mango Tree, one need only take a few steps and enjoy all the meat fit to eat at Tawan. On a Sunday night the restaurant was a little bit busy, but the receptionist was able to sit us inside. We were grateful for the availability inside the restaurant, as the presence of aircon was needed because we both sweat a lot when we eat. I was a bit surprised that I get seated at the same table I was seated the last two times I ate here. Maybe it was a gay table. I encouraged BurBoy to order anything in the menu that he wanted. I was in a celebratory mood today. We order drinks, mine was a rum and coke and a mango shake, BurBoy was coconut water in a coconut. We look at the menu and decide on what we wanted. I opted for their “appetizer sampler” that had some grilled chicken skewers, some fried shrimp and pork and some papaya salad garnish, and some Isan Tom Yum (Tom Saap). BurBoy added a whole grilled fish and some chicken and lettuce salad. As we wait for our meals and drink from our glasses, I remind BurBoy of the VietBoy we met at X-Size the night before. I asked him if he still wanted to have a threesome with him and me. BurBoy says that he did find VietBoy really cute, but he hesitated in saying that he wanted a threesome. As much sex as we share with each other, I have a feeling that he does not have much interest in it when he is by himself. He practiced moderation in everything, as any good Buddhist would do, and at the beginning of our relationship he has railed against my seeming wanton view towards sex and food. But through time with spending more time with me he seems to have indulged in some excesses, at least with food and pleasures of the flesh. Maybe I am a bad influence. I look around the restaurant and see a familiar face. Sitting on the next table with a farang (customer?) was Phet, a Tawan boy: He was my first off ever back in 2014. Back then I was a nervous bundle of nerves and almost couldn’t turn that corner to Soi Tarntawan to get to Tawan. I have only read about Tawan through trip reports, but I knew I wanted to check out the place and maybe off a boy. I went inside eventually, and with feigned confidence I ordered my first drink at a boy bar and watched my first gogo show. It was Phet, with his winning smile and boyish charm who showed some interest in landing me that night. He took the initiative to sit down beside me, order a drink for himself, and applied just the right amount of body contact, said just the perfect combination of words, and featured the best that his body had to offer, enough for me to say yes when he asked if I wanted him for the night. I didn’t ask if he was a bottom (he wasn’t). I didn’t ask how much long time was (3000 baht). And I didn’t even ask if he was straight or gay (straight as an arrow). But that didn’t matter. I had my first off, and it was what I expected it to be. And it set me down the road to many more happy offs through the next two years. It looked like he was having a lot of fun with his farang friend. I do hope they have fun tonight. Our food arrives and it all so good: As we both share in the feast that we have before us, we talk about the night ahead. I have told BurBoy about what I believe has the best show in Bangkok: the boy bar Jupiter. He is very interested in seeing the show, so that’s where we are going next. Jupiter, and another bar, next…

Day 9.0 Crowne-ing Achievement After watching the show at X-Size, and tearfully saying goodbye to that gorgeous Viet Boy, we decided to just go back to the condo. No DJ Station or G.O.D. tonight. I wanted to sleep a bit early because it was our last night at the Surawong Condo. Before all the travel changes I made to this trip, this was supposed to be my last night in Bangkok. But because my trip was delayed one day, I decided to extend my departure by two days. Unfortunately the Surawong condo unit I was staying at was already booked for the extra two nights I needed. So we needed to leave tomorrow morning before 12 noon and go to our new home, the Crowne Plaza. We get home and we were still kind of full from the buffet. I remind BurBoy of the change in living quarters tomorrow. He asks for times, then he reminds me that we needed to get my laundry before we leave so I can put it in my roller bag, instead of carrying it with us to the walk to Crowne Plaza. I tell him we can do it after breakfast tomorrow, so I guess we needed to finish breakfast before 11 AM to account for packing and cleaning the condo before 12 noon. We get to the Master’s Bedroom and like clockwork BurBoy takes off all his clothes and heads to the bathroom. He will do some business and shower but wanted me to shower in the other bathroom. I do what I am told. I take a nice hot shower and take my time. I finish and then naked, get back to our bed in the Master bedroom and was reminded as to why we took a nap at the guest bedroom earlier. The Master bedroom bed was streaked with massage oil and cum. I take the sheets off the bed and bunch it up and throw it on the floor. I take some of the pillows and transfer them to the guest bedroom. I get under the covers and wait for BurBoy. I hear BurBoy turn off the lights in the condo and comes in naked with a bottle of water. He turns off the light in the bedroom and gets under the covers with me. He cuddles up next to me and I turn to him and we kiss. Some oral, some body contact, and we chuck wow together. BurBoy goes to the bathroom and comes back with a towel and we clean up. He takes a swig of water and bids me good night. We spoon, and I sleep this way. I never like cuddling to fall asleep. Somehow it is easy with BurBoy. The alarm wakes me up at 8:30 AM. I go to the bathroom to pee and come back and see that BurBoy does not want to wake up: I make some coffee and then I start packing up while I let Burboy sleep. Three short nights here and my stuff was everywhere. My luggage is half full, I just realized that most of my clothes are being laundered, hopefully done today. I see the Space Hair Bar Calendar in my backpack and remember how fun that was. BurBoy appears and sees me intentlylooking at the calendar. He asks to see the calendar. I give it to him and he looks at the pages and pages of hot, shirtless, nubile Khmer flesh. He knew I went to Cambodia so it shouldn’t be a shock that I had the calendar. He asks me a few questions about gay bars in Cambodia. I was honest with him. I didn’t tell him about Cambodia Boy though. I finish packing and my coffee, and BurBoy finishes looking at the calendar, and we decide to get breakfast. We decide to look for a different breakfast place this morning so we walk along Surawong till we see the Tawana hotel had a breakfast going on right now. We go in and get handed menus. We both get the western breakfast. Nothing special to report except that it was probably overpriced for the quality but it was good for now. We cross the street and go into Hilton Tailors to get my clothes. The man yesterday was there and recognized both of us. I get BurBoy the money (350 baht) and he in turn gives it to the man. He hands BurBoy a fancy yellow paper bag and all my clothes were there. I peek inside and see all my tshirts and shorts and socks all neatly folded in the bag. I count the clothes and everything seems to be there. Money well spent. We walk back to the condo and I shove all my now clean clothes in my roller bag. BurBoy packs as well and shoves everything in his big backpack. I straighten up the living room, and put all the uneaten food in my bag and the partially eaten food in the trash. We finish packing and then we go to the office to drop off the keys. BurBoy takes the keys and talks to the employee there. He takes BurBoy’s cell number if there were any questions for us. BurBoy takes my roller bag and we walk to Crowne Plaza. It was 11 AM and on a Sunday morning and the sidewalks were not busy. It was hotter than the previous three days and before we got to Rama IV we both were a little bit sweaty. We get to Crowne Plaza and I get a “Welcome back, sir!” from the doorman, and then the Concierge, and then coming up the elevator to the 23rd Floor, the various receptionists at the lobby. It was like coming home, I guess. I automatically take out my passport and credit card and give it to one of the receptionists, and then I ask BurBoy to take his passport out as well. They make copies of BurBoy’s passport (they already have a copy of mine), I get my usual room upgrade and then I also get access to the Crowne Lounge for free (I don’t get this amenity for free every time). I thank them for accommodating me at an early time before check-in, and for the extras, though I guess since they saw me 8 days ago they feel like I am here so often and maybe feel I needed to be rewarded for my loyalty. We get to the room and it is the same type of room I get upgraded to. A deluxe room with plenty of room for two, and a great view of Bangkok at the 30th floor: BurBoy takes a few photos as well. And then collapses on the bed. I’ve always thought the beds in Crowne Plaza were the best I’ve slept in in Bangkok, or ever in my life. Maybe its because I’ve made fond memories on these beds through the two years I’ve been going to Thailand. I ask BurBoy what he wanted to do. He tells me he is a little bit thirsty. I go to the bathroom and instantly knew the two free bottles of water were there. I give one to BurBoy. I tell Burboy if he wanted more drinks, like a cola or beer or milk or coffee for free, we had access to the lounge on our floor. He tells me we can probably go there later. I ask him what he wanted to do next. He tells me he wanted to have a dip in the pool. We both take a quick shower and get into our swimsuits and take the bathrobes in the closet and head to the 24th floor where the pool, and the gym, were. We had to go through the gym to get to the pool. BurBoy peeked inside the gym and told me we can go to the gym later. We take towels from the gym. We get to the pool and at 12 noon no one was there: Maybe low season? We didn’t care. We take off our bathrobes and put them in one of the loungers and we take a dip. The temperature is always perfect in this pool. We do some laps, we joke around. We talk about what we can do today and what was the plan tonight. After 20 minutes of swimming a couple of farang guests check out the pool and lounge in the loungers. After 20 more minutes of swimming and talking, I ask BurBoy if he was done. As we both get out of the pool some Asian guests come in and use the pool as well. We towel dry and put our robes back on and get back to our room. We take a shower together. No hanky panky but I guess out of habit we still shower together. As we put on clothes (and as I appreciate the scent of my newly laundered clothes), we talk and decide to go to MBK to shop for some clothes. It is Sunday morning, and we could have probably gone to Chatuchak market and hunt for even cheaper things, but would rather go to an aircon mall right now, instead of sweating it to the elements in Chatuchak. We walk to Silom Rd and get to the BTS Sala Daeng Station. I take out a 100 baht note and get it changed to coins at the one of counters. We get the correct fare to the National Stadium station, get our fare cards, get in the turnstiles, get up to the level with the trains and wait for the train. BurBoy takes my hand and is unconcerned about strangers seeing us together. The train comes and we get in and there are no seats available so we stand in the center, holding on a nearby pole for support. MBK as a mall is a peculiar thing for me. It was one of the first malls I have visited in Thailand ever. It is famous, rightfully so, because of the variety of shopping, and the deals to be had, in this mall. At my first visit, I thought that the mall was like someone shoved a street market into a mall. I don't think there is any rhyme or reason why certain kiosks were in certain places in the mall. And thank goodness for the aircon. You can comfortable shop for deals without having to withstand the heat and humidity that Thailand has. We get off at the National Stadium station and follow the signs to MBK. We get there and look around for deals. I pass by this again and I always find it funny that these two coffee shops are next to each other: BurBoy and I had a mission. We wanted to get short shorts that were all the rage with the gays these days. You know, the ones that stop mid-thigh and wear a little bit tight. We comb through the aisles until finally we find a shop that had shorts that was close to what we were looking for. There was a nice lady with a sewing machine in her shop who helped us. BurBoy talked to her, in Thai, about our shorts mission, and they get in a conversation about it. She points to some shorts in her shop and we peruse and choose the colors we liked. She asks BurBoy to do something. BurBoy tells me that she wants us to try on the shorts, and then tell her if we wanted to get the shorts shortened to the length we wanted. There was a curtain in her little store where we could change in modesty. We take turns changing and then we look at the length of the shorts hugging our thighs. The tight fit was just right, but the shorts were a little bit long. I tell her where I want the length to be. She marks the spot with a pencil. BurBoy does the same. We change back to our own shorts and give the new shorts to the lady. She talks to BurBoy some more. Burboy tells me to give her an hour to cut off the extra length in the shorts. BurBoy then tells me the shorts were 350 baht each. I give her 700 baht. We do some more shopping around MBK. We see some more underwear that BurBoy liked and I buy two of them for him, which was 100 baht each. He finds a tshirt that he wanted, and I buy it for 200 baht. I find some shirts I liked but did not buy anything. Pretty soon it was time for us to get our shorts. We got lost for a little bit but retraced our steps and found the woman’s shop again. She sees us and hands us a plastic bag with our shorts. Burboy thanks her and we leave. We look at other things but don’t buy anything else. So about our two boy bar night, and food, next, to be continued…

I am spending NYE in Bangkok, specifically for the White Party: I bought tickets months ago at super early bird rates, and will be staying at the Holiday Inn Express Siam, which walkable to the venue at CentralWorld, in December 30 - January 1. I was able to use only 15,000 points a night to book my hotel room. That's a huge steal, considering that now it is 3,514 baht a night to stay at this 3 to 4 star hotel during this time. The hotel room rates are usually high over NYE. BUT, as DivineMadman has mentioned, most of us are in a holding pattern. We do not know yet if the celebrations will be scaled back due to the death of the King. As already said, most NYE parties are already cancelled. If the White Party is scaled back or cancelled, I will just spend more time in Myanmar, as I will be staying there before the White Party. I will be spending Christmas Eve in Bangkok before my flight on Christmas Day to Yangon. Maybe Yangon will have a more chipper Christmas spirit than a mourning Thailand.

Thanks guys for the tips so far! I will attempt to respond to your initial advice here. With Boy massages, I feel that I am not tapping into this part of GayThailand that a lot of you are enjoying, and I feel that I should give this a fair shake. I want it in my terms of course, thats probably why I am not fully enjoying my massage experiences so far. So one consensus I've found from all the responses is that is is hard to find all three in my criteria. It is hard to find personable masseuses that do it well and give you great sex in the end. I thought I'd ask of course, maybe it exists, but probably not. If I were to rank my needs, is to have a (1) great massage first, (2) good sex next and (3) personable guy last. So for my first stab at planning: In late December, I get into Bangkok at around 12 noon, and I will be a little bit jet lagged from the flight. I will want a great massage to ease some of that lag, and maybe I want to have my first sexual experience in the massage as well. So which one should be my first stop? I see a lot of Prince mentions, maybe thats a good first stop for my needs? Or since I will be tired the sex should be secondary, and maybe Prime is best for my jet lag since they give superior massages, and a good possibility of a happy ending or more? Thanks DivineMadman! You remain the gold standard (with vinapu) in boy massage advice for Bangkok. Thank you for including this link, and the corresponding link to your great massage informational spreadsheet. I will link to it here: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1mx437fF1wRTRw0snCeD7q7ArzXN0_wsWxywxO9Q6Ozs/edit?usp=sharing Yes, your last two paragraphs sum it up pretty nicely. Maybe looking for all three is not possible. And your advice to "sample freely and often" is amazing advice. I will definitely do so and it looks like at least Prince is in the list, and maybe Arena again earlier in the day. If I were to try a smaller shop, which one would you suggest, given my likes? I will have three days to get massages and I will definitely try to go to at least three (or more), if I can. As the Prime expert, any tips I should try to get what I want? I want an amazing massage, and others will be secondary. Any boys you like that I should try? I do not know how to speak Thai, so that's out. I am Asian (sort of), so maybe that place you mention is good for me. Looks like Prince and Arena are must-gos for me. Thanks. Would you recommend Banana as an options for me? Do they have a lineup? Yes the guy I mentioned could be one of the two you talked about. Tight and muscular and not overly muscular, just right in my comfort zone. I may get him again in December if he would answer my Line message . Again, a voted for Prince and Arena. They're turning out to be the Dream Boy and Tawan of the massage shops, as far as their popularity with the forum members. And another reason to go back to Chiang Mai. It happens, Jasper. Read my latest trip report and BurBoy's body massage. That was full of passion. Yeah where is vinapu? Hopefully he can weigh on on such a serious subject . Keep the advice going guys!

So let's get back to one of the reasons that makes this forum great: crowdsourcing for information. I have started a few crowdsourcing threads in the past, and have gotten a great number of useful information for my trips: Should I go to Phuket? http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10258-is-phuket-worth-it/ Result: I did, and had a blast. Should I try AirBNB condos? http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10353-condo-rentals-or-airbnb-in-silom-area/ Result: I did, and have stayed in great accommodation for half the price and even less compared to hotels with comparable quality. Can I have fun in a boy bar if I just buy a money boy a drink? http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10308-gogo-boy-drink-tips-and-the-no-sex-off/ Result: Yes, and have used the tips in every trip. What should I expect in Cambodia? http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10498-september-in-thailand-and-cambodia-tips/ Result: See my latest trip report. That was a lot of fun. So here I am again, asking for advice. My next trip to Thailand is late December to early January. I won't have a lot of time by myself but I think I will have a total of three days of alone time to explore what LOS has to offer. I have never really had a ton of success with massage places, and I think I am more of a go-sit-down-and-drink-and-get-to-know-the-boy kind of tourist. I have been to three massage places: 1. Adonis Massage (now defunct I think) - super hot muscular boy who gave me an excellent massage and came on my chest but was lacking in passion. 2. Arena - had problems looking for it and got there a little bit late and I didn't have a lot of choices left. Chose a really sexy and handsome guy and the massage was OK but again no passion and he didn't come. 3. Copa Body Club in Pattaya - got an excellent massage from a lean boy with ridiculous abs who was very friendly and chatty and put me at ease, and was super passionate, but ended up insisting to fuck me and came in the condom, which he did. 4. Bonus - I got the best massage I've ever gotten in Thailand through a masseuse I found on Grindr. He went to my hotel room and gave me the best two hour massage, including me fucking him in the end, that I have ever gotten. Lots of passion, very chatty, and I felt very comfortable. Very pricey but I got my money's worth as I still think about him to this day, and we talk on Line sometimes and I hung out with him in the Songkran party this year, briefly. So my fellow posters, I am asking you for tips of what massage places, in Bangkok or Pattaya, that I should try. If you have massage boy recommendations, you can post about them too, or private me. Since I am asking for myself, I would need a massage place with boys who are a little bit personable and know how to be passionate either during or after the massage, and of course the massage itself should be good as well. I am asking for a lot, I know, but I don't just get a massage as a pretext to sex, or think the happy ending is just an afterthought after a great massage. I go for the whole package: great satisfying massage, great personable guy, and great passionate sex. And to sweeten the pot, for those who enjoy my ramblings (and even if you hate it), I will write about my experiences on a future trip report, as a thank you for your help and advice. Thanks!

Day 8.9: Try this bar on for (X) Size Alright, let’s take a step back. For me, there are a ridiculous amount of reasons why I spend 60% of my vacation travel a year in Thailand. I am a huge fan of Thai food, so being able to eat the real thing for relatively cheaper than what I am used to back home is great. I love the relative cheap prices for hotels and tourist amenities, so if I wanted to get away to somewhere exotic and cheap this would be the place. I love the relative availability of sex with hot guys, be it paying for companionship with money boys or for free with the thousands of gay tourists that visit the Kingdom each year, or with more affluent locals. The list goes on and on (beaches, shopping, bespoke tailors, nature, medical tourism etc etc etc). But the number one reason I come here is for the gogo bars. There are gogo bars found around the world of course, but as a lot of you know, the bars here have everything you need. It’s one stop shopping really: it’s a place to ogle, have a drink with, and take home boys. Sometimes there are shows with varying degrees of sleaziness, and for the most part the shows are very entertaining. Like I’ve said before it is always a treat for me to bring a newbie friend to these bars and see the shock and awe in their eyes when they see these boys in their barely clothed glory for the first time. I laugh when their eyes bug out of their sockets when they see their first big cock show, and first fuck show. I understand that other countries have these as well, but as far as ease of access, relative safety, and all around fun, the Thai show bars have them all beat. (Maybe I am wrong, please point me in the right direction and I’m booking my flights right now lol.) So let’s see, I’ve been to Dream Boy, Hot Male, Fresh Boys, Tawan, Jupiter and Screwboy in Bangkok. There’s probably half a dozen or so bars I have yet to go to and I will at least try to go to them this December. I really don’t have a specific type of guy I like, and I have offed a wide variety of guys: from the twinkiest of twinks in Pattaya, to Tong, the large mountain of a muscular man from Tawan, but I usually off someone in between, not too skinny, not too big (or fat). A lean muscular guy would be nice. But tonight belonged to X-Size. Since I was with BurBoy, I will not be able to off anyone tonight. But that does not mean I won’t be able to enjoy the show, flirt with some of the boys, and share a drink or two. So from the 84th floor of the second tallest building in Bangkok, we get down to ground level and hail a taxi to get us back to Surawong. There was some difficulty getting a taxi at this area. Not a lot of empty taxis heading our way. After 15 minutes we finally get one that agreed to use the meter and we were on our way back to gay-ville. Again, not a lot of traffic on this Saturday night (low season?), and it was a little bit cooler and comfortable to be out tonight. We get to Surawong and the taxi drops us off by Soi Twilight. We get to the Soi around 10:30 PM so we running late for the start of the shows in the bars. We rush through the throngs of customers, boys, and touts littering the street. Some touts are doing their job too well and trying hard to get us to their bars, which is probably the reason why I don’t quite make it to the very end of the Soi every time. We stop in front of X-Size and there was one tout looking into the horizon. I wasn’t sure where to enter so I was sort of waiting for him to guide us there. BurBoy intervened and talked to the tout. We were finally escorted up the stairs to the show bar. The first thing that hit me coming in was the cigarette smoke smell. As a sheltered Californian, where smoking has been banned in just about every bar, club, restaurant, or any public or private building for more than a decade now, I have forgotten that bars everywhere else still had this. Maybe the ventilation was not as good in this bar thats why it was noticeable to me. We are received by a ladyboy mamasan and we got a “Nihao!” from her (I guess its Chinese tonight). She then asks “Smoking or no?” motioning her fingers to her mouth to mimic smoking. I shake my head and we get seated in the non-smoking section. The seating was similar to Hot Male in a way. The ladyboy mamasan, who was a skinny ghost white presence with very red lips, asked both of us, in English, what drinks we wanted. I tell her I wanted a Singha, BurBoy tells mamasan his choice, in Thai. The mamasan asks him more questions in Thai, in part probably because she was surprised that he was well versed in Thai, and then I hear the words “America” and “California” said by BurBoy, as he usually does when he explains to people where I come from. The mamasan then turns to me and shakes my hand, and then says “Welcome to Bangkok! Thank you for visiting us!” I smile, and then thank her for her hospitality. She asks me the usual things, what my name, where I stay, how long I here. She stops a waiter close by and barks to him our drink order. She then turns her attention back to us, and asks us if we were “together”. BurBoy jumps in and says yes, we were boyfriends. She asks how long we were together, and BurBoy answers one year. I found this fascinating of course, seeing BurBoy stake his claim (as he should, I was his for the week), and manufacture a history between us. The mamasan then asks BurBoy some questions in Thai. I look around the bar and see that there were a lot of customers tonight. A lot more were in the smoking section, but there was a big Thai party next to us who were having a lot of alcohol and mixers. They have invited a few boys to sit with them and everyone was having a blast. I turn my attention to the boy selection in the bar. The boys are all in red speedos and almost all were cute and sexy. Not as many boys as Dream Boy but there were about 40 or so. Most of them were in my goldilocks zone: not too skinny and not too big, though some where very twinkish and some of the twinky ones were already sitting with customers in the smoking section. I could see myself offing a lot of the boys here, but I can’t tonight which is a shame. It’s to butterfly or not to butterfly all over again. The mamasan leaves us and BurBoy whispers to me that he told the mamasan that he is Thai from Phetchaburi. I ask him why Phetchaburi. He says it is close to where he is from in Myanmar, so his he looks like he is from that area. I ask him if he always tells people he is Thai. He says “No everytime, only sometime.” Maybe it is easier to him to tell Thai people he is Thai in social situations. I can see how that is advantageous for him, having lived in Thailand for so long. The show starts and the lighting was kind of dark but my eyes adjust to it. We get our drinks and I down almost half my beer because I was thirsty. The numbers were pretty standard: I wonder if all the bars had a template of what numbers to show. The shows starts with a big cock show with a few showing their really big cocks on display for everyone to see. Then follows a candle number where as usual the dancers in white speedos dance while holding candles and once in a while pouring wax on their torsos. Some ladyboy numbers as well. There was a ladyboy lipsyncing to the typical diva song, and then after that was another song where she was serenading two shirtless boys in jeans. The boys were good looking, and I recognize one of the boys. I realized that it was a boy I offed last year from Screwboys. I guess he is working in X-Size now. He had an amazing and lean body, and was game to bottom for me that night. But the actual sex was kind of a let down. Not at all passionate, just laid there and took it, and his cock did not get hard even once. But of course, even a disappointing off is useful. After that I've chosen my offs more carefully. It made me more discerning after every failure. I try to get to know them more, pick up on some subtle cues, and know that obvious interest with you in the bar does not always translate to fantastic sex back at your room. So the ladyboy was serenading the two boys. They dance suggestively throughout the number, and the boys seem to show that they were both interested in her. Then things take a turn for the worse. The lip-syncing music stops and then some comedic music turns on. The boys then take turns humiliating the ladyboy, and then simulates rape on the ladyboy, with the ladyboy mock resisting and pain. It wasn’t sexy, at least to me. I seem to be humorless when it comes to sexual assault, even simulated ones. I look around and I see a lot of cute boys just sitting around. I ask BurBoy if he wanted to invite one of the boys to have a drink with us. He says “OK, but only drink, no sex.” I say of course. I ask him to pick the boy to invite. I figure he’d be more open to talking to a boy he was attracted to. He looks around and then whispers to me the number he liked. I look for the boy with the number and see a fair-skinned handsome boy sitting about three boys away from BurBoy. The boy caught me looking at him and he smiles really widely. That was a winning smile. I motion to him to come over. BurBoy and I make space between us. The boy comes to us and wais to both of us and sits down. The mamasan asks me if I wanted to buy the boy a drink and I say yes. The boy gets his drink and all three of us toast to the night. The boy asks me what my name was and I tell him. I then ask his name and where he was from. He says he is Viet and had a pretty Viet name. VietBoy was really cute, and he says he was 20 years old, and he looked as young as he said he was. He asks me where I was from and I tell him. He smiles at my response and then asks me if Burboy was also from America. I tell him BurBoy was Thai (as he told the mamasan). VietBoy turns to BurBoy and talks to him for a little bit in Thai. VietBoy turns his attention back to me and holds my hand. His hand, and his body, where both warm and inviting. We talk for a bit while the show was happening. He smiles a lot, and the smile was very nice and sexy. His body was amazing. Not too worked out, just naturally youthful and fit. He was a little bit shorter than both BurBoy and myself, which made it a little bit more of a turn on when I thought about it. He had a treasure trail that started from his navel and then disappeared in his speedos. I really wanted to follow that treasure trail down and find out what he was about. I ask him if he was a top or a bottom. He tells me the magic word: “Everything.” So handsome, great body, does everything. If this was a regular night I would be thinking about offing him. I tell BurBoy about VietBoy doing everything. BurBoy laughs and talks to VietBoy for a little bit about it. Would BurBoy be open to a threeway? This is something I didn’t think was possible with BurBoy. He is fiercely territorial, and does not like me offing boys, even if I wasn’t with him. But he was engaging VietBoy and both boys are smiling a lot so maybe there is hope. VietBoy takes a gulp of his drink and he then puts his hand back in mine, and then puts his other hand and holds BurBoy’s hand. He is definitely trying to make a sale. I see BurBoy looking VietBoy up and down and looks at me and smiles. I ask BurBoy if he wants to take VietBoy home. He stands up and sits on my side opposite VietBoy. He says “I no sure. Maybe no.” I ask him if he likes VietBoy. He says he is cute, but he doesn’t think tonight is the night for a threesome. He says he “want only you tonight.” That was sweet, him only wanting me, but now I was hoping he wanted me a little bit less and more VietBoy. VietBoy had the young, handsome face and rocking bod and the willingness that could probably make a nice off. But not tonight I guess. BurBoy goes back to VietBoy’s side and we continue to watch the show. I stroke VietBoy’s thighs and he returns the favor. He is so hot ugh. The show ends and I look at BurBoy and ask him one last time if he was sure. He says “I sure.” I take 200 baht from my wallet and I give it to VietBoy. I tell him he was very nice but maybe next time we will off him. He smiles at both of us and thanks us for the time and money. He leaves and BurBoy sits close to me and takes my hand to its rightful place, in his hand. He kisses me in the lips and asks me if I was OK. I tell him of course, I was with him. Maybe someday we will get VietBoy and have a threesome. He says yes, maybe before I leave. So the butterfly is dead. Long live whatever I have become.

This is weird. Who is beachlover? I did a search on posts and see some early posts from him but haven't seen anything recent. I do see a lot of angst directed and associated with said poster. Why am I always accused of being this poster? Thanks Moses. Sareth told me he read the posts and laughed at a few details. He and Ya are awesome guides, and they are highly recommended. I told Kaung in Myanmar that I will be using his services in Bagan. Hopefully he is as awesome as the other two. And thanks for having my back. I can't control what other people think about me or my posts, but that won't stop me from writing.

Day 8.7: Love on top of the world I always leave the dining decisions to BurBoy. Actually, I usually leave the dining decisions to most of the boys. This accomplishes a number of things for me: they get to eat what they want, making them more comfortable with me; I get to eat more local food, and get to ask questions about what is good or not; and they get a sense that they have some control of what is happening, which is usually not the case when you are employed by a customer. I’m glad that I am not a fussy eater, I have a big appetite, and always game to discover new food. In the end, I am usually never disappointed with the choice. So I am surprised when BurBoy, the Burmese country boy who moved to Thailand when he was young, wanted to go to dinner at the Baiyoke Tower II, the second tallest building in Bangkok, at their buffet on the 76th floor. Reviews of the food on TripAdvisor where just so-so, and the consensus is that you go because of the view, and the Observation Deck, instead of the dining. Food choices are fairly western with some Thai and Asian options as well. While I would prefer to eat somewhere more authentic to the region (and cheap), this was a welcome change to the usual Silom-area restaurants that we usually go to. Before dinner we of course take a nap. Naps are a staple for me now to be able to survive the nightlife and to keep up with BurBoy. It was 5:30 PM, and I set the alarm at 6:30 PM. I get a decent nap in, dreaming about BurBoy’s thighs wrapped around my neck. Alarm wakes us up and I go in the guest bathroom first to do my business and to shower. No soap down from BurBoy today, lest I be caught up in another sexual soap down. We had plans tonight so we cannot waste any time, although good sex is not wasted time, in my opinion. I clean up and dress up win my last pair of clean underwear and I rummaged through my luggage to see if I can find a shirt that wasn’t stinky. BurBoy emerged from the Master bathroom naked and looking cute. He sees me rummaging and asks if I want to borrow a shirt from him. I ask which one would be good? He looks through his bag and takes out two shirts that look familiar. It was two shirts I remember buying for him in Phuket. I take a blue shirt from the two choices. I guess it was a gift that keeps on giving. We get down to the street and BurBoy hails a taxi to whisk us away to the Baiyoke Sky Tower. I have learned to hang back and let the boys get the taxi for us. Even if I look Thai to some people I know if I utter a word I might get farang pricing. He gets one right away and off we go to Baiyoke. Not much traffic thank goodness and we get there in 15 minutes. Since we get dropped off at the lobby area of the building I do not notice how tall the building really was. BurBoy points up, I look up, and I am amazed how tall the building is (relative to some of the buildings surrounding). A photo from the internet, to get the idea how tall, and phallic, the building is: We look for the right set of elevators that gets us to the top and we get off an intermediate floor where we buy tickets to the dinner. It is around around 750 baht per person for the buffet on the 76th floor. There is a more upscale buffet on a higher floor and it is 1200 baht. I ask BurBoy what he wanted, so he asks the receptionists some questions in Thai about the buffet. He then tells me “750 baht na.” I pay gladly as I am curious to eat at such a high floor and get views of Bangkok, and because BurBoy really really wanted to eat here. We get to the buffet floor and we get greeted by three ladies up front. BurBoy gives our receipt to the ladies and one of them ushers us to our table, which was near this: I see BurBoy salivate at all the seafood on display. This reminds of our seafood food orgies in Phuket. We made sure we ate some type of seafood feast every evening, because it was in large supply in Phuket, and it tasted so fresh and yummy. I can see that sometimes the money I spend on food with BurBoy is enough for a short time tip for a boy. But great food, like great sex, works wonders for the soul, and having that special someone to share the food, and the sex, with you, makes it even more satisfying. We descend on the food. There is a lot to choose from. Seafood, pastas, soups, rice dishes, noodles, sushi, and much more, as well as a healthy variety of desserts. The food itself was so-so to OK, and I was a little disappointed by that, but I think I was expecting something amazing, like the buffet at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, but that might be the 1200 baht one. But it was good enough, there was a lot of it, and BurBoy seemed to not care about anything and devoured everything in sight: He probably came back for fifths or sixths by the time the evening was done. I waited for him and we both got dessert together. There were signs everywhere in the restaurant that warned the customers to not get more food than can be eaten. If there was a lot of leftovers we had to pay them for the food wasted. Between me and BurBoy’s appetities I don’t think there is a problem of that happening. During the meal I took photos of the views. I’m probably burying the lede here. Even better than the food, you go here to dine with such a breathtaking view of Bangkok: We wrap up and inform one of the waiters we are done. He inspects our plates and goes away and comes back with an envelope: I ask BurBoy what it was. He says it was a 100 baht “reward” for customers who are able to finish their meals, and we got one each. This is the first time I’ve ever been to a buffet that rewarded people for finishing all their food, but I’ll take it. I do feel as big as a blimp though. BurBoy then tells me that our Baiyoke evening is not over. He tells me there is an Obervation Deck on the 84th floor. We take the short elevator ride to the deck, and at 9:20 PM there were not a lot of people there. It was a little bit windy up top, and the temperature was a little bit cooler than on the ground, but not cold at all, though I saw some people in jackets. We step out to the main deck and notice that it is a revolving deck, which made the experience a little bit more exciting. The height on top was in the middle of the pack in height of all the observation decks I have been to in my travels. At ~309 meters, it was taller than the top at Coit Tower in San Francisco at 64 meters and the Space Needle in Seattle at 158 meters, which itself had a rotating restaurant near the top. It was close to the heights of the Observation Decks at the Chase Building in Houston at 268 meters, and the Eiffel Tower in Paris at 276.1 meters, but is dwarfed by the Empire State Building Observatory deck in New York at the 369 meters, and the Willis Tower at Chicago at 412.7 meters. I mention these structures because in all of these decks had views that were spectacular. And the view from Baiyoke did not disappoint: I wonder what the view looks like in the daytime, or at sunrise or sunset. It must be spectcular. BurBoy was having a blast looking at the spectacle below. He said he did not recognize the buildings below at this vantage point and darkness. I point to him some familiar landmarks I knew, and he nodded in agreement. We take some selfies, he takes some of me, I take some of him, and he asks a young woman to take a photo of the two of us. As with any photo taken with BurBoy, I will cherish these for a long time. We hang out for a while on the deck, and with the breeze BurBoy decides to put an arm around my waist, not caring about the other people on the deck with us. Everyone was looking at the view anyway, and not at the two horny and satiated boys taking a ton of photos. I tell him about the other observation decks I’ve been to. He has heard of Paris and the Eiffel Tower, and he has heard of New York City but not the Empire State Building, and not much of the others cities or buidlings I mentioned. It’s always interesting to know how much the boys know of what seems to be common knowledge to westerners. It was 9:45 PM and I tell BurBoy it was time for us to go back to Surawong and Soi Twilight to see a boy show at X-Size. He makes fun of me, telling me I always had boys in the brain, and is shocked that he was not enough for me. He was joking of course. He knows that I like seeing boy shows. I’ve seen plenty of Tawan and Dream Boy shows with him, as well as checking out the paltry options Phuket had. So X-Size and their boys, and the night ahead, to be continued…

When I read your comment I thought you had good timing. As showed in the last post I did go to a non-Tawan, Dreamboy, Jupiter bar, which is X-size. Its a curious bar, and I will be going back in December. Any insights on Golden Cock? I am not sure what to make of the bar. Its funny you say that I can be a tour guide for the bars. I feel that I am just starting out with my journey in Thailand and far from being an expert. What does the 2002 stand for? Year of establishment? Number of boys? Minimum tip? Oh good. I haven't heard anything from tourists about feeling gipped that their vacations fell on a monumentally major and sad event in Thailand. Which I guess is a good thing. I think for the most part outsiders understand how much the King meant to the people. Midnight is when the party is just getting started! I had to google who Pepys was, which could just be a reflection of the poor public education I received when I was younger. I hate annoying platitudes as much as the next guy, but "Life is too short" seems to be my mantra these past couple of years now. Can I say that I am really jealous that you work in Bangkok? Though I feel that some of the magic I keep going back to will wear off once I live there 24/7. Its like Las Vegas: its nice to go to once in a while, but I would never live there. I hope I am wrong. Maybe it is paradise, even 24/7. Someday I will learn Thai. It seems like a waste if I am only in the country 8 weeks a year (10 weeks this year). I've often thought about that myself. I am not white, but I am American. Is the farang term only for white people? paulsf has once told me that I get away with many things in Thailand because I am asian. Let me know if there is a term for people with asian heritage but come from western countries. What do they call the Chinese? Haha sure, I guess I have to drag you kicking and screaming to the parties where a thousand of Asia's hottest and most upwardly mobile boys converge in one place where they seem to struggle keeping their shirts on, and their libidos in check. Please check back after November 13 and let me know if the mood has changed in the entertainment venues.

Day 8.4 Take Guy In Thailand “Shower together?” he asks me, his uncut cock flopping as he pulls me his direction, guiding me to the Master bedroom. “What are we doing?” I ask him. “Sex na OK?” This guy. I take off my clothes and join him in the bathroom. I think one of his fetishes is soaping guys up, because sex with him usually starts with showering, me getting soaped up, some hanky-panky in the shower, and then continuing in the bed. And that’s what happens. We get in the shower and he asks me to adjust it to the temperature I like. I am used to taking hot showers, and it is always hotter than what BurBoy likes. So I make it less hot for both of us. The shower always starts with him aiming the water at me (or angling me in the shower) to make my body wet, and he starts soaping me down. He likes a clean workspace, so he concentrates at my crotch and ass area, and makes sure everything is clean. He then rinses me down and then asks me to dry myself with a towel. He then cleans himself (sometimes adjusting the temperature to what he wants), and then joins me in the bedroom. I wait for him in bed. He emerges nake, all clean and nice, his towel on his shoulder. He then says “Massage na?” This was a nice surprise. “Sure if you want.” He asks me to lie on the bed. I lay on my front side and wait for him. I see him take some type of oil from his bag and he goes to the bed. He hesitates and goes to the living room and I hear the aircon stop running. “Too cold na. Maybe hot better.” I say OK, he is in charge of me now. He gets back on the bed, sits on my ass, and starts massaging my back. I would say he is pretty good. He is putting his hands, his body, and his strength to good use. I am feeling relaxed and horny at the same time. He also uses his forearms and body to give me a good body to body massage. He applies more oil and pretty soon we are both pretty slick with the stuff. He works on my ass and thighs for a while before he tells me to lie on my back. As I turn around I see him and his torso and arms glistening with oil. I also see his cock all hard and standing at attention. He gives me a body-to-body massage again, and it quickly turns into grinding our bodies against each other. With the oil and the heat between us, we turn into a body, oil and sweat mass that makes every grind and touch and contact more intense. BurBoy gets into a rhythm and thrusts his groin against mine. He gets into it and works himself up to an orgasm. I feel the hot cum in between our bodies and it joins the oil and sweat already there. He composes himself a bit and kisses me. He then continues to grind, but with one hand wrapped around my cock. He thrusts and jacks me off and pretty soon I cum as well. We kiss for a moment and then I laugh at the realization that we have created a mess between us, and the sheets. BurBoy lies beside me and we collect ourselves from the exertion that just ended. I tell him we should shower. We both shower for the second time today, and I get soaped down again. The boy really knows how to take care of things. We both put on clothes and we relax on the couch. BurBoy turns on the TV and looks for a show he likes. There weren’t many channels available in the condo, and all the channels that were available were Thai channels. He continues flipping channels till he sees a dating show on. “Take Me Out Thailand” he tells me. He explains to me the premise of the show. Basically there is a guy (or girl) who I guess is the “Bachelor” who gets to pick his date or the day from the bevy of babes (or boys) that are contestants in the show. I think there were at least 20 contestants (not too sure about the number). There is a short feature about the “Bachelor” and then a couple of questions are asked of the contestants that will winnow down the eligible contestants for the “Bachelor”. One of the criteria was about a birth months or zodiac signs or something and the contestants were filtered based on the compatibility to the “Bachelor” according to their birth. It was quite interesting, and you don’t really need to understand Thai to know what is going on. It’s pretty formulaic but entertaining anyway. Here is a sample of a show: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU2NesLMlmY BurBoy translates what is being said as best he could. I like this interplay between the show, BurBoy talking and reacting to the show, and his editorializing of what is happening on screen. We watched two “Bachelor” segments. One had a really hot and tall 28 year old guy who owns a clothing business. Another had a Japanese guy who owned a chain of restaurants in Bangkok who talked in broken Thai. He was not as adorable as the 28 year old hot guy before him, but he was rich and tall and kind of cute. BurBoy then explains to me that there is now a gay version of Take Me Out Thailand, called “Take Guy Out Thailand”. After the show we go on my computer and fire up YouTube to watch a segment. We watch this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeZLL1ql_MY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2Z9-H9JxY0 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uektSwqc1c Quite entertaining, and another reason that I need to learn Thai. One common thread in all of the shows was all the “Bachelors” were fair-skinned and tall. One distinct difference between BurBoy and Cambodia Boy (CB), apart from the obvious things of course, is that BurBoy has fully intergrated into Thai culture. He speaks the language fluently, gets mistaken for Thai all the time, and has lived in Thailand longer than he has in Myanmar. Contrasting that with CB, who hates speaking Thai but knows it is a necessity to live and work in the country, and his customer base is 50% Thai as well, so knowing the language makes a whole lot of business sense. CB has also only been a money boy in Jomtien for a little more than two years now, and still prefers Cambodia over Thailand, and goes to Battambang every chance he gets. This makes BurBoy uniquely equipped to be a great companion in Thailand. He knows enough of the country, the culture, and the language to be a source of knowledge as a tour guide, but still has an outsider perspective that would be beneficial for farang outsiders as well. I am eager to see how BurBoy fares in Myanmar with me, when I spend time with him in Yangon and Bagan in December. It’s now 3 PM, and enough relaxing in front of the TV and computer has us hankering for something more physical. Having just had sex, we decide on going to the gym and then having a little dip in the pool after, just like yesterday. BurBoy takes the remaining two Meiji Protein chocolate drink in the refrigerator and gives one to me. I heat up a mug of coffee so I have caffeine for the workout as well. After finishing our drinks we head out to the mim-gym in the condo and see that no one is there using it, so we are able to workout together again. No shirtless workout picture taking this time. I did a lot of cardio and then some biceps and chest exercises, and BurBoy does his usual full body circuit which makes his body taut and lean and muscular. After an hour of this exertion we head back to the room and towel off. BurBoy suggests we wash up a little bit in the shower before using the pool. We do just that, and wear our swimsuits (mine some trunk shorts I got in Phuket, him a speedo he got in Silom night Market), and then wrap towels around our waists and head over to the pool. The pool was a little bit warmer today which made the whole dip relaxing and comforting. The physical exertions of sex and exercising melted away in the small pool and the warm company of a boy who loves me. Why can’t life be like this everyday? Maybe because it does not happen to me everyday that I appreciate this moment more. I work hard and bust my tail at the office so I can spend 8 weeks a year to relax and get pampered like this. I’ll take that versus not being able to do it at all. Sometimes I envy the retired among you that can do this every single day. Among the pros and cons of getting older, that probably is a pro I would love to have the most. Like yesterday, today was definitely a day to relax and not care about doing anything. Except the sex of course, that’s always on the menu. Oh, and except eating yummy food, that’s another thing BurBoy and I have in common, so we will definitely do that. And maybe see a boy show tonight, that’s always going to be something I want to do when I am here. These three things will always be a part of my Bangkok holiday. Sometimes all three happens with the same boy: I go to a show, get a boy, eat with him in one of the late-night restaurants still open or a nice food stall, and have fantastic sex with him to end the day. With BurBoy, I get two, and the boy show would be the wildcard. So with the amazing sex quota filled for the day, the food and boy show part still needs to happen today. I already knew where I wanted to go for a gogo show. Tonight, I wanted to check out X-Size, a bar on Soi Twlight that I have never been to before. Dream Boy and Hot Male are my go-to’s in the Soi, and I never could quite make it to the very end of the Soi to visit X-Size. So I think tonight is the night. As for the food part, BurBoy wanted to go check out the Buffet at a super high-rise that had amazing views. He has shown me photos online of the food, the views, and the features of the high-rise, so I was sold on the idea, even if the price for dinner was a little bit pricey. So food, and the X-Size boy show, on the next installment. To be continued…

anddy, are you going to the White Party this December? I bought tickets a few months ago, and I read on their Facebook that it is still on because the event is after the 30-day mourning period, but I wonder what the vibe will be. Will it be scaled back? I am thinking of extending my Myanmar trip by a day and skipping the first day of the White Party. I am also curious what the vibe is at DJ Station and G.O.D. these days, and after mourning. Thanks ronnie4you. I hope you enjoyed the latest post which is devoted to the little white lies I have tell to get what I want. I feel kind of weird writing about it now and openly admitting to lying to BurBoy, who I love dearly. I will have no problem if he was squeezing one in too, and with his enormous sex drive, I can certainly understand that. I will be spending more time with him this December, and might tell him the truth, just to clear the air, and for the health of my conscience. The risk is losing him of course. We shall see. Thanks for the support. You guys are awesome. I also got a lot of private messages of support as well. I'm a big boy and can handle the criticism (sometimes its the best advice you can ever get), but I am more puzzled about why there are people who are just so bitter and hostile to certain people they don't know. Life is just too short to be so negative. Or maybe I just have a naturally optimistic outlook in life. Or maybe I am just naive. Or maybe this U.S. Presidential Election is just getting on my last nerve. Thank you for the kind words. I guess this means I have to finish this thread lol.

Day 8.0: Little Farang Lies I thought I’d end the previous day’s report on a wholesome note, and not the usual way I do where we get home and BurBoy is immediately hard and I have to take care of it. But this is a recurring theme for BurBoy. I get a private moment with him and he is immediately turned on. If I sound like I am complaining, I am not. Its actually refreshing to be with someone whose sex drive is a couple of notches more voracious above mine. Having been with my BF for many years, I’ve known that my libido is no match for him, and I am fine with that. Now that I have a boy on the other extreme, so I should not complain as well. After D.J. Station last night, we leisurely strolled along Silom and enjoy the quietness of the perpetually busy street. Silom, at least as long as I have been going to it, has always been eternally busy. When I wake up in certain mornings I encounter an already busy street full of office goers and kiosk vendors and the infamous traffic. At night it turns into a busy market filed with tourists, with sidewalks that are almost impassable due to the shops and the customers who buy the cheap goodies at the market. And later into the night it gets the foot traffic of the nocturnal party-goers who take advantage of Silom’s excellent and racy nightlife. But now, at 2:30 A.M., it is quiet, the sidewalks are almost empty, except for the odd reveler or a resilient food vendor. And the taxis that are waiting to whisk the revelers away to their expensive hotels line the road. BurBoy fills the quiet with a hot-button question: “Why you no have boyfriend?” I was a little taken aback by the questions. I stop walking and think about my answer. I have a confession to make: I have not told BurBoy about my long-time BF. Generally, I am fairly honest with money boys I take a fancy to. If they know I am committed, they know not to ask to be my boyfriend. But BurBoy is staying with me in a non-money boy capacity, and it is quite possible that he is with me because he actually likes me for me, and not for my money. Okay maybe a little bit for my money, because I pay for everything when we hang out, but if it was just for the money he would certainly have better choices out there. I do feel that if he knew I had a boyfriend, he wouldn’t want to be as intimate with me as he has been. And I crave for the intimacy he gives me. So I my answers are: I am very busy with my job (true). I travel a lot for work and vacation (very true). I don’t have time for a long-time boyfriend (baldfaced lie). “You don’t want boyfriend now?” No (well, I don’t want another boyfriend at least). I am having fun with you now so I like being single (half true). “Do you want to be my boyfriend.” If I live in Bangkok, yes absolutely (probably true, I haven’t thought about it). But now I no live here so can not (I am being honest). “OK, you my boyfriend now. When you go away we no more boyfriend.” OK! I like that! (absolutely true). I hate lying, but there is something about being in a different time zone, different country, and different persona that somehow made it easier to lie. I’m pretty sure the streets of Bangkok are lined with lies. How many money boys have told their customers they are “hansum man” without meaning it? How many customers have promised that they will come back to and financially support a boy? Out of all this, one thing I know is for sure, my love and affection for BurBoy is genuine. My dilemma last trip was “To butterfly or not to butterfly?” and the answer was to stay with the boy I love. This trip, “The more things change, the more they stay the same,” meant that though I have changed boys, more or less I have stayed true to the one I am with. Sidenote: I wanted to title this post "Little White Lies", but I am not white, so "Little Farang Lies" might be a little bit more appropriate. My love and affection for BurBoy extends to sex, naturally. He has been game to be intimate with me from Day 1 this trip, and it was my duty to at least make him feel good for his attention and care of me. We get back to the condo and again he wants to top me, so he does. I took it better than last time, maybe because I knew what it was, how it felt, and how big, it was I was getting into. I am still not a “natural” bottom, but now can at least be better at it for BurBoy. The things I do for love. Bottoming is hard, so I sleep till 11:30 AM. I wake up with no alarm and I quietly get off the bed, trying not to wake the boy. As much as I want to wake him up and his raging hard-on, I need a break. My ass was still sore from the calisthenics from last night and I thought I’d luxuriate for a while and let BurBoy sleep. I close the Master bedroom door a little bit and I take my underwear, put it on and go to the kitchen. I take a mug out of the pantry and fill it with water, and put it in the microwave to heat it up. I take up one of those instant coffee mixes that had creamer and sugar in it and made me some coffee. These instant coffee mixes are usually overly sweet, but had enough caffeine to make it worth it. I sit down on the couch and then I take my laptop and check some emails for a little bit and then look at news back home. News about the U.S. Presidential Election season is depressing me somewhat. I wonder how nice it would be to stay in Bangkok till November 9 to avoid all this mess. I look at porn instead. Much better. I enjoy my coffee and my short time of solitude. After a few minutes BurBoy emerges from the bedroom, wearing his briefs, looking for me. He finds me and asks if I was OK. I say yes I was, why I wouldn’t be? He said I wasn’t in bed maybe I had a problem. I said I wanted him to sleep more and didn’t want to disturb him. He sits beside me and looks at my laptop and sees the porn. “You want sex na?” I tell him maybe, but now I wanted to eat because I was hungry. It was the truth but part of me wanted to delay the sex till later today. I look for something to wear for breakfast and realize that I do not have any clean t-shirts anymore, and just a last pair of clean underwear. Eight days in SE Asia, changing shirts and shorts after the long sweaty days, sometimes changing 2 or 3 times a day, has exhausted my supply of fresh clothes. I could buy new stuff at the various night market kiosks that line Silom, or we can go to Chatuchak market today as it was a weekend day, but I don’t want to buy more clothes as I have plenty already back home. If I buy more I may start throwing clothes away. Dream Boy Thai guy (DTG) will like that. He told me to bring with me some clothes I never use anymore. I may do that in the future. I tell BurBoy that I do not have clean clothes anymore and he suggests we look for a laundry nearby. I have my usual laundry place in Pattaya but I never had to look for one in the Silom area. I do a smell test and choose a t-shirt that wasn’t stinky and wear it. BurBoy wears the same t-shirt he has been wearing for two days and he smells amazing. How he does that is always a mystery. We head out of the condo and BurBoy asks the condo guard where we can get laundry done that was close to where we are. The guard didn’t seem to know where to go on Surawong so we walk towards Rama IV to look for breakfast and laundry. BurBoy suggests we go to Bunfe Café again because he liked the creamy ham pasta dish he had yesterday. They had vey good coffee so I didn’t object to it. On the way we see this tailor shop that had a laundry sign outside: I point this out to BurBoy. We cross the street and go inside. The nice man inside (Indian?) greeted us in English. BurBoy quickly speaks to him in Thai. They talk for a bit and then BurBoy nods to him and takes me so we can go out in the street. He tells me that I can get my laundry done here. They charge by the kilo and can have the clothes ready by tomorrow morning. Its nice to have someone who can just take charge like that and get things done. We get to Bunfe and we order the same things from yesterday. We eat our breakfast heartily and talk about what we can do today. BurBoy tells me that he wants to go to the gym again and then get in the pool. He also tells me that he can try to give me a massage after the pool and then we can take a nap after. I ask him if sex was involved in the scenario. I get an energetic nod and he says “If massage no sex, no good na.” That is logic I can get behind for sure. I get a coffee to go and we walk back to the condo. The condo had clean towels in a plastic laundry bag so I used the bag to put all my stinky clothes in. I see that most of the clothes I brought were clothes bought in previous trips to Bangkok. If I keep coming to this city, pretty soon all my clothes will be from Bangkok. BurBoy takes the bag and we head out to Hilton Tailors. BurBoy hands the bag and the vendor weighs it. He says something to BurBoy and then writes us up a receipt. BurBoy takes the receipt, hands it to me for safekeeping, and we leave to go back to the condo. He tells me the bag was worth 350 baht and we can pick the bag up around 10 AM tomorrow. 350 baht for a whole new wardrobe is more preferable than buying more clothes I don't need. We get back to the condo. As I take out the condo security card to open the door, BurBoy immediately takes off his shirt. We are not even in the room and he already wants to get naked. I open the door and he rushes in and takes off his shoes and then his shorts and underwear. Naked, he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. To be continued…

Day 7.7 Hey Mr DJ, put a record on. I wanna dance with my baby. I have been out dancing with Myanmar Boy (BurBoy) before. So as we leave Soi Twilight I know what he wanted to do before we dance our asses off. BurBoy announces that if he was going to dance all night, we better we get something to eat first. I thought that was a good idea. He was like me, a person with a huge appetite for food, and for sex. After the show in Dream Boy I see that the Soi is in full swing with a lot of people drinking in the bars and walking around. We make our way to Silom Rd. by crossing Surawong with my usual abandon. BurBoy tries to restrain me as some cars barrel through the road. It’s so easy to get carried away in Bangkok, especially in Silom, flitting from one bar to another. It’s a wonder that I am still alive after 11 trips. We go through Soi Thaniya and see that it is also in full swing. Unlike Soi Twilight, the Soi is wide and spacious. I’ve always found it interesting that there is a Japanese section for the girl bars in Bangkok. I wonder if there is a Japanese section for boy bars, or are there just not enough of them for this to be profitable. We make a left as we head to the direction of D.J. Station, our destination tonight. BurBoy was in the mood for street food so he started perusing the kiosks on Silom. He would look at the food at each kiosk and would sometimes stop and talk to the vendor to see if they had what he wanted. We get almost to Rama IV Road before he sees a vendor with photos of the food he likes: He talks to the lady vendor about her food, and then she gives him the menu. He looks at it before giving it to me so I can take a look. It was a usual menu I usually see with street food vendors. It’s pages with giant pictures of the food, with a caption in Thai and sometimes in English. After looking at it I decide on two things, and BurBoy decides on two things as well. He explains our choices to the lady, no doubt telling the lady to make some of the dishes not too spicy for my bland farang taste buds. We sit down at one of the tables that were by the vendor. BurBoy immediately takes the fan that was plugged in a cord connected somewhere, and aims it at me. It was sort of warm, and we were about to eat spicy food, so he knows I will need some type of air circulation. My boys know me. He sits down with me to wait for the food and I take a photo of Silom Rd, the BTS, and the sidewalk at 12 midnight: We were in the quieter part of Silom because we were close to Rama IV, and away from the night market somewhat, so it was tamer. After 10 minutes of talking and making kissy faces with each other, the vendor calls on BurBoy to tell him some of the dishes are ready. He waits: He takes the dishes to our table as they become ready. We chose Tom Yum, Chicken with Basil, Shrimp Omelet, and a Seafood Salad and Soup thing I forgot what was called: We dig in, and wild dogs could not tear us away from the deliciousness that we were partaking in. Everything tasted so good, and was really what we both wanted tonight. We talk, we laugh, he wipes some sweat off my forehead, and just enjoy the feast. I pay for the meal (650 baht with waters), and head off to dancing. It was 12:30 PM and we were energized from the dinner. We head over to the direction of Silom Soi 2 and the sidewalks are filled with people and activity. We go in the Soi and take out our IDs (California Driver’s License for me, Myanmar International Worker’s I.D. for BurBoy) and get it checked by the bouncers. We then go through the metal detector security thing (I’ve never heard it beep ever) and join the throngs of revelers currently in the premises. There are a bunch of bars and dancefloors in the premises with different kinds of things happening in each. Some had people lounging in bar tables, one had a ladyboy performance, others were dancing in the small dancefloors in other bars. But of course the central part of the party compound is D.J. Station, the ultra-famous gay dance club, and that was where most of the revelers in the compound were here to visit. I’ve seen it on slow days before, which is usually on a rainy weeknight at low season, but now it's Friday night, the weather was fine, and the club was busy. We get in line with the others to get in the club. I pay 600 baht for both of us, which includes two drink tickets for each person. We get in and we are immediately enveloped in a sea of boys. I wish I was taller. We go to the closest bar in the first floor and we get our drinks (rum and coke and gin and tonic) and find a spot where we can people watch. I take a photo of the revelry: The music was the usual amazing latest dance pop/EDM/house music that every gay boy knows by heart. The lights, colors and ambiance in the club were great. And the boys, and there were a lot of them, were, for the most part, hot. Everyone was having a good time, either dancing to the beat, watching the boys dance, or talking to each other and catching up. I always love going here, though I don’t usually get to come here every trip. I have gone here with my BF before and enjoyed how much he got hit on by some of the boys. Being an adorable tall white drink of water will do that. I have been here with my American friends and the vibe is strikingly similar to the clubs back home, except that the drinks are cheaper, the dance floor busier, and the boys hotter. Sometimes I have gone alone, oftentimes to check out a Grindr hookup before doing the deed later in the night. Sometimes I just come here for the hell of it to check out the scene and not have an agenda. But most of all, I like going here with the boys I like the best. Cambodia Boy (CB) had a blast coming here and he got to dance his little heart out. One former Dream Boy regular I used to have a lot of long time offs before was also a regular companion for me. I’ve been here with BurBoy before and I always have a blast going here with him. We decide to get closer to the platform where most of the hot boys were dancing. We find an empty spot close to the stairs. We settle in and I take more photos: We couldn’t stand it any longer. We hurriedly finish our drinks and get on the dance floor to dance. BurBoy takes off his shirt as he usually does because he sweats a lot when he dances. I enjoy watching him bump and boogie to the beat and see his perfect torso glisten with the laser lights kissing his body. He keeps me close, as always, with a hand on me the whole time. He gives me little kisses, pecks in the cheek, or a deep smooch. In a club of 300 or so boys, he has a way to make the whole experience intimate. I take a photo of the disco mirror ball, acting more of an embellishment than the central part of the club: We are thirsty again so we head over to the stairs and look for the second floor bars. We get same same drinks and hang out for a while just people watching. We see a smattering of young and old farang in the premises, but 85% of the revelers were Asian. BurBoy takes a few selfies of himself, some with me, and some just me. He asks a boy nearby to take our photo. He shows me the photo and we actually look good in it. He Lines me the photos and he sends it to his friends as well. Unlike CB he does not Facebook any of our activities. We make a circuit in the second floor, checking out the different parts of the club and loved people watching as well. We get towards the back of the club were the music wasn’t as loud and we were able to have a nice conversation while finishing out drinks. We check out some of the boys as well, and BurBoy would have a remark once in a while of a boy he found cute. We head back to the front of the club and I take more photos: I love going to this vantage point in the club and just gawk at the boys. Its nice to just take in the moment and see everyone without a care in the world. We all get to be boys again tonight. We were deciding what to do next when a cute young farang goes to me, takes my right hand puts something in the palm of my hand and closes my hand to form a ball. He then says “Have fun tonight!” and kisses me and BurBoy in the cheek, and then leaves with his friends. BurBoy asks if I knew him, I tell him I didn’t. I open my hand and see that the boy gave me two drink tickets. We get more booze! It was our night. We get our third drink at the second floor bar and talk about our good fortune. BurBoy holds me close, and tries to communicate to me how much appreciates being here tonight, without saying a word. As we wrap up our night we count our lucky stars that we get to spend time together in a place that embraces us. With 300 new best friends, we all toast and celebrate the night filled with so much promise and potential. Tomorrow, for most of us, we have to go back to our real lives and deal with a harsher and less forgiving world. But for a night, for a few hours, 300 of us get to be ourselves, or at least what we strive to be, and celebrate our love for each other.

What's your problem FossilGay? I've met enough posters in real life to for them to vouch for me. It's unsolicited bashing like this that make me just to keep my experiences to myself. Regardless, great post Goldmember! Keep sharing!