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Yes, I know Noh. Sweet, playful, warm. A real favorite of mine too.

Thanks for the tip. I just ordered it on line.

I hadn't intended to hijack this thread. I'm loving the stories of a447a. I think I'm in love with his guy too. He sounds very special. The story about buying the shirt (that turned into a whole outfit) was so sweet! Please write more, a447. One suggestion: give your guy a name, like Numazu does.

I have a strong emotional connection to Zy. A boy I met at Babylon, Daeng, worked there. When he died tragically, the mamasan, Khun Su, found his local family and put on a little memorial for him. Unfortunately I was not in Thailand at the time, and did not learn of Daeng's death until Khun Su told me the story a year later. Su is the only person I know who remembers him. Of course life does move on in its lurches and detours and discoveries, and now I have a carnal connection to Zy as well, as the slim smoth young men there are quite hot to us twink lovers. A strange mixture of lust, joy, and grief. So I keep going back.

It's not in Pattaya. It's in Bangkok, on Ngam Duphli, near Pinnacle Hotel.

Racism and corruption can cut in many directions, it seems. Other races suffer from it in LOS more than we do. If it's the other way around, and a money boy is killed by is farang, the depth of the farang' pockets and the status of the money boy make all the difference. A Burmese boy I knew was found dead in the Malaysia Hotel ( sorry to bore those of you who read this story before), and his farang murderer somehow was not charged and went back to his country. One wonders what the going rate is for buying one's way out of a murder charge. One wonders if the bribe is higher if one murders a Thai national. Higher still if it's a middle class Thai who is not a money boy? And then there are those two poor Burmese boys framed for killing the young British tourists on the beach. The evils of the status, money, nationality pecking order know no bounds. Some human beings are treated simply as garbage, but readers of this blog will never fall into that group. The banality of evil, as Hannah Arendt described the Europe of the last century, still very much alive and well.

Lovely story. Thanks for sharing it. I'm curious to know more detail about the various bars and how the boys are treated by the management and the mamasans. I often get the uneasy feeling that we are only seeing the bare surface of how badly some of these boys ar treated. In my naïveté for example, I didn't think about the mamasans stealing the boys tips. One wonders about the many possible forms of abuse. And I expect the girls at the girl bars have it even worse. I usually go to Zy Massage because it's convenient and cheap and there are always nice twinks there. Zy seems to be an entry level massage parlor for new boys coming from Lao, Myanmar or up country Thailand. They get shelter and free rent but never seem to be able to leave the place, even for an hour. Mostly they feel reasonably well treated by the bizarre mamasan there, Khun Su. Sometimes they go for extended visits to their families, so when I ask about a particular boy, Khun Su says he went to Lao or Chiangmai Rai or wherever to see family "He come back next month." Eventually they get to know the scene outside Zy and move on, or up, to one of the Silom bars where they can make more money and get their independence back. Or at least, that's my interpretation, but I'm sure there is much more to it than that.

This is a fair comment too. But I don't scream, I just state my success quietly and maybe too smugly. :-) Also I know I'm very very lucky.

Well, well, lucky me then. I met my now husband when I was 43 and he was 21. (He was not a money boy.) We stayed in touch and are now happily living together in Canada, and maybe soon permanently in Thailand. We are approaching the 25th Anniversary of our first meeting. I guess what I'm suggesting is that you have no evidence to back up your opinion. It's just an opinion, and a rather simplistic and stereotyped one. Thankfully life is far more interesting and varied than the narratives we tell ourselves. In my opinion.

P.S. I wonder if BurBoy will feature at all.... I miss Burboy.

I agree vinapu. When I was first dating my now husband, he was embarrassed to be seen walking with me because of the age difference (22 years). He was not a money boy, but even so, there is of course a definite cultural stigma attached to prostitution, and some young men may choose not to give the appearance of being money boys, however illogical that may appear to us. I don't think we should be offended by that. It is probably not a sign of disrespect, and I'm glad I didn't interpret it that way; if I had, I might not now be married to this wonderful guy!

WE WANT TWINKS! WE WANT TWINKS! WE WANT TWINKS! :-) Great reports as always, vinapu. But... WE...

For what it's worth, Dear Husband and I always fly Korean Airlines. It's usually the cheapest option from Vancouver, and Incheon Airport is a futuristic dream. If we have a long layover we have usually been able to get a hotel, either free or using miles. Some years we have actually deliberately booked a long layover so we get a nice rest between the two flights. Last year we flew for $790, this year will be $890, and that's Canadian dollars! I don't quite undersand flying to Rio "on the way" to Bangkok when it's actually the opposite direction if flying from North America.

I think it's the Internet. Why should an attractive boy waste his time at the bar scene when he can more easily find customers on line? And if one doesn't care for the bar ambience, noise, expense, etc., we aging customers can do quite well in cyberspace. I'm 68 and the on line scene has worked for me, and way cheaper than the bars. Since I'm usually outside the downtown core, I can get a nice experience for 1000 baht with no expensive drinks or other bar rituals. Sometimes for even less and when the stars are especially well aligned, for free. Although I must admit, cyberspace can be an enormous time suck and sometimes I come up empty-handed (so to speak!)

I tried it but got bored with it being all voyeur all the time. I wanted actual meetings, but none of them seemed to be looking for that. I did much better on Hornet.

I can't find either group searching fb

I'm sure glad I didn't bother with situps when I was 26, or 46, or 56. I'm 100% with vinapu on this.

For anyone who travels even only occasionally between the US and Canada, I would strongly recommend getting a Nexus card (trusted traveller). It makes entry to both countries much easier through the special Nexus lines, and you also get a shorter line for airport secutiry, even on domestic flights. It's wonderful. Someone mentioned entering Canada through Toronto or Montreal. I agree, both are horrendous, but much better with a Nexus card. $50US for five years.

He's just baiting you. The tourism industry reports a loss of about 40,000 US jobs since the Odious One came into office, because fewer people want to go to the US. One hand gives, the other takes away. Not clear yet who's winning and losing economically, but it's a pretty clear loss of respect for the US in the larger world.

Yes I've slipped in there for free a couple of times. Very pleasant. Had some bonus sex in the little sauna up there once, with a nice Vietnamese guy. At least, he seemed nice. We didn't talk much. :-)

Three Hornets So after all that buzzing around, three Bang Saen hornets have landed. Easy Come, Easy Go This one approached me, which, at my advanced age, almost never happens unless they want piles of money. Y is 32. He approached me in Thai telling me he has a small body. Points for reading my profile before saying hello. We chatted for awhile while I was on the bus back to Bangkok from the first trip. Quite a long chat in Thai with the usual ten sentences covering most of it. He saw my private photos and decided he wanted to taste the real thing. So he rode up on his motorcycle, looking all of 22, slim and dressed nicely in black. (How is that they all look so much better in real life than in their photos, while we all look so much worse?) No he was not hungry or thirsty, so I hopped on the back of his mocy and we went the 100 yards to my building. Straight to my room and straight to passionate kissing and loads of oral. He came to a nice climax. For some reason, I didn't, although I was loving the sex. We promised to meet again, that old sweet lie. I meant it, he didn't. No more responses on Hornet to my little overtures. So, a nice memory. The Manipulator Turns Out to Be Shy In previous post, I described this boy who wasted time wanting me to go buy a fan with him, etc. Well, I was still horny after Y left, and since Y had done the deed for free, I felt ahead of the game, so I told the Manipulator, B, that sure he could come over for 1000 baht. He turned out to be nothing like I expected--shy, and rather inexperienced in the game. The usual story, told quietly and simply, about his poor family, Mom, etc. Smoker's breath, which was disappointing, but good kissing, which was not, and energetic sucking, which was hot. An all too short twenty minutes later, we both climaxed at the same time. The best thing about him was his hair. He had just washed it, and it was fluffy, silky, smooth, thick and of course deepest black. Very erotic. I couldn't keep my fingers from drifting through it, and since I was the customer, I didn't have to. Overall I felt 1000 was a little pricey for a very short time with an inexperienced boy, and when he contacted me the next night for a follow up, I told him so. He agreed to another session at 500, but said he couldn't do oral because his mouth hurt from the last time! I said I was going back to Bangkok the next day. His response was not quite clear, but seemed to say that if I could afford to go to Bangkok why couldn't I afford to give him 1000. The concept of Value seems a bit over his head. So we were back to manipulation. Overall, I'm glad I had the session with B, but probably won't do it again. After all, I injured his mouth the first time. Slim, Shy, Reserved So today Dear Husband jumped out of the Bang Saen bed at 6am and announced he had to go back to Bangkok right that very moment, something about jewelry, meeting a friend, all in that foggy cultural territory I still can't navigate after knowing him for 24 years. So I'm staying on another night, and decided to grab the first boy who came along at a reasonable price. So I met Ball. We did the 1000/500/800 bargain. He needed time to bathe, which I do approve of, and then came over. He arrived, taller than me and weighing about half as much, his hair slicked back with a rock-like gel. Clearly he didn't want me to mess with it. Well, that was OK with me; he had the smoothest skin I've ever touched. And touched, and touched. He kissed and performed OK, but very demurely. I would have wished for a tad more enthusiasm. But there was one part of him that showed great enthusiasm, a nice sized part I might add, and he had to back away quickly to avoid coming too soon. His oral skills were excellent, and even though I told him fucking was not necessary, he tried to get me inside him. I was, ahem, too big. He was relieved when I told him for the fourth time that it wasn't necessary. Overall I was quite satisfied, but I doubt I'll meet him again. I want a little more connection, heart or mind or humor or spirit or...something, and it wasn't quite there with Ball. So, those are the three hornets that landed. Maybe there will be more.

Yes. And DH has reached the same conclusion. I have too really, but I find this little study fascinating. Plus I haven't posted yet about the next day!

Bang Saen Boys--The Hornets Buzz but Do Not Land So here in lovely low class Bang Saen where the factory workers from Bangkok buzz down for a quick weekend of drinking Thai whiskey on the beach, there are others buzzing around as well. Here are a few from Hornet: The Manipulator This boy looks about 17 but swears he is of age. Cute face, big sprawling tattoo of his name across his chest, and one of those cute little fuzzy moustaches. He asks 1000. But first... He says he has to go buy a fan for his room the next day--do I want to join him in this exciting project? Not so much. He lives with his parents. Do I want to go there while they are away and drink beer? No, that wasn't quite the point. He says he is very poor and needs money. Now it's 10:30pm, do I want to meet? No, dear husband is sleeping in the room, let's just postpone, or... Whatever. The Naive 19 years old with a huge smile, round face, broad features, dancing eyes. Wants 1000, bargains to 800. But... He wants a 500 "deposit." He helpfully sends me a scan of his bank information so I can make the deposit, of course before ever meeting him. (Do people actually do this?) So, a bit of an explanation from me on how life works, or at least how I think it works. You provide the service, and THEN you get paid. The Postponed Sweet guy, looks a bit homely but in an attractive and friendly way. Approaches me first, massage 500. Sex massage? Yes, with detailed negotiation. DH has kindly volunteered to be away from our room, and the young man works 300m from where we are staying, so it would be most convenient for him to come to our room after work. But he knows I am with DH and seems uncomfortable about it, so suggests we go across town to some short time rooms he know of for 300. OK, sure. Wait until he finishes work at 5pm. Then at 4:55 he lets me know he has to get a haircut, including a fresh photo of himself, definitely needing a haircut. So...maybe tomorrow. The Impatient/Angry Nearby, advertising massage. He looks good in his little gym shorts. A bit of chat, where you from, how much, etc. His photo looks nice but he hasn't listed height and weight, so I'm curious and ask. Reasonable question, I thought, just a bit of foreplay conversation. Suddenly, in Thai: "I'm not interested, you ask too many questions, Bye!" Well. Did we fail our Business Management Course at Burapha? Did our last customer hurt our delicate ass? Hmmm. So that was Day 1-2. The hornets buzzed but did not land. Maybe it's me. Did I say the wrong thing? Wouldn't be the first time...