faranglaw

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...

You had 4,000 requests for long time? Wow, you are a popular guy! What gifts have you been hiding from us? ^^

Bang Saen Bang Saen, the beach town everyone passes by on the way to Pattaya. The beach is not bad but nothing to send post cards to Mom about. Bang Saen is the beach town for lower and middle class Thais who rush down from Bangkok for the weekend. It's about an hour and a half drive from the City of Angels. It is definitely considered low class. DH's family wouldn't think of spending time here, even though DH graduated from the local university, Burapha. But DH and I love this town. It is funky and largely undiscoverd by farang, or, if they do discover it, they run as fast as they can to Pattaya or Rayong or points South. This is especially true if they come on a weekend, when the beach chairs are all taken and the ocean itself is wall to wall, oh! the humanity. But on weekdays, it is quiet and delightful. DH and I rented a condo here for the month of January for a modest 9,000 baht. DH says this was my idea, so I'd damn well better be here at least ten nights this month after he went to the trouble of arranging this, all for me, you understand, even though he is accompanying me and appears to be enjoying himself. So we are staying in a room in large fifty year old, very run down buildng of 350 units, 330 of which appear to be empty. No kitchen, an adequate shower, a toilet that leaks, and a big metal outer door with slats to allow ventilation. The door is off centre, like most things in this ancient building, and scrapes horribly on the tile floor when we try to open of close it. The Walls are orange, and I do mean Orange, as in Presidential Hair Orange. The air conditioner freezes exactly half the room, leaving the other half untouched. So they gave us a fan and, being industrious citizens, we cleaned it, probably the first time it had been cleaned in a decade or so. The woman at the front desk is missing several teeth and is very friendly. The staff looks depressed but they suddenly start loudly and enthusiastically joking and arguing with each other, with many a tooth-gapped smile. There is free instant coffee. In keeping with the atmosphere of the place, I hung my towel over the railing to dry in the blazing sun, only to return to the room hours later and see it had fallen onto a ledge eight stories below. So one of the staff, a nice young man with all his teeth, kindly leapt onto the ledge to return the towel to the fluttering Damsel in Distress (me). But, but, but, there's a view. And what a magnificent view it is. From here on the twelfth floor we can see Pattaya on one side, and the hills outside of town on the other. And directly in front of us, across the mostly quiet (on weekdays) street, the ocean in all its splendor. Greens and grays and blues and rocks and brown sand and waves. DH and I could sit on this balcony for hours, and we will. We paid 9,000 baht for it. And finally, there's the food. Food is the real hidden gem of Bang Saen, especially if one is lucky enough to be here with someone who knows the town. DH takes me for crab fried rice and a side dish of heavenly little spherical crisp crab cakes with a sweet spicy sauce. The other night we went to dinner around the corner, at a restaurant called dii phronm ดีพรอม, and I had one of my best meals ever in Thailand. Sour spicy coconut soup with chicken and mushrooms, with the wonderful flavors of lemon grass and galanga. DH says most farang wouldn't like this dish, since the cook leaves hunks of galanga and lemon grass in the soup to enhance the flavors. He tells me that recenly a farang ate some of the crunchy stuff that any fool would know to leave in the bowl, and it pierced his stomach, so now he's suing the restaurant. Another Stupid Farang joke in the making. But I digress--the dinner: shrimp balls loaded with shrimp and just barely enough flour to hold them together; and a salad of wing beans with generous amount of peanuts and cashews in a sweet vinegar sauce. And beer. DH prefers Leo brand, says it's lighter. Not bad for 530 baht. We're going back tonight. Later: the Boys of Bang Saen, or the Hornets that Buzz but Never Land. Cheers, Faranglaw

But they have to get in the long lone at the airport, unless they are over 70 or a cheater! :-)

Wonderful report! You put a lot of work into this, and I appreciate it.

Boys The Playful Another trip to Zy. M wasn't there. But I had chatted a bit with N on Hornet. I recognized him as a part time boy at Zy, and asked on line if I could get a massage from him. No problem. So I went last week. Mamasan was in her usual place, collecting money, this time from what appeared to be a straight couple that had wandered in. They looked slightly bewildered. What must they be thinking? And N was right there in the lobby, listlessly giving a training massage to a Thai girl. So I asked Mamasan for an hour and a half oil massage with N. No problem. And since I am close to achieving status as Honorary Thai after nearly thirty visits to the LOS, I did what any self-respecting Thai national would do; I bargained. I reminded Mamasan that I was a frequent flyer, so how about a discount? (Having wisely checked my dictionary for the Thai word for discount). Fifty baht off the regular price. No problem. When I gave my report to him later, even DH was impressed. And as for N, well, he delivered! He looked reserved and polite in the lobby, but once we got to the room, with me naked and he in his tight little underpants, his massage technique turned out to be playful. In the midst of the calf work, I would get a little tickle, in the armpit, in the crack, caressing the balls. The a little giggle from N. Not very professional, massage-wise, but endearing, at least to me. N is a classically smooth small tight-bodied skinny twink. Very affectionate, enjoys a cuddle, a kiss, and a long hug. I can see why so many forum members enjoy Long Time. I could easily have held him and enjoyed every inch of his perfect smooth compact body all night and into the next day. But we made the most of our hour and a half. He even tried to make me climax twice, although that is (sigh) nearly impossible these days. How I miss those Babylon Four Cum Days of decades past! So, that's N. Playful, smooth, affectionate, accommodating. The perfect twink massage. I will lust after him again soon.

I may just have to try it. Thanks for the interesting report!

Boys The Melodramatic -- And A Story Which May Actually be True I found P on Hornet. Handsome face, nice spiky hair style serious look. So we chatted and bargained for a 1000 baht free lance massage in my favorite part of town, Suan Phlu/Ngam Duphli. We met in front of the vile Malaysia Hotel, because everyone knows where that is. We hopped on a mocy taxi, cozy for three, and sped off to a love hotel on a street I had never seen. I wondered what I had gotten into. Was I going to be mugged? Well, not much loss there if so, as I only brought his fee and the fee he quoted for the love hotel. So we did the quickie two hour love hotel thing, 400 baht plus a 200 baht refundable deposit, which I added as a tip. A room. Not much else. His massage skills were OK, but needed smoother transitions. His body is not quite firm, but fine for me. I am most attracted to a nice face, handsome or cute. He fit the bill there. Plenty of kissing and good oral skills. Happy Middle, then more massage, Tiger balm smoothed off with aloe vera cream, completing the promised two hours, almost. I was quite happy with P. We started conversing on LINE. The day after the massage, he told me his grandmother died that very day and he had to go to Nakon Nayok for the funeral. OMG, the oldest line in the book! He said he wasn't sure he had the money to go. Well, honey, the bus to Nakon Nayok costs 65 baht and I just gave you 1200 yesterday, so I wasn't taking that hint. But he did go off somewhere, it seems, and sent photos of a funeral pyre loaded with flowers and photos of a woman who looked the right age. Then he confided that both his parents had died when he was three. This grandmother who died, assuming she actually existed outside his imagination, brought him up. She told him his parents were on their way to the disco (with a three year old at home?) and died in an accident. I hope this is an invented story but I think it's likely true. If so, this is a level of childhood trauma I wouldn't want to contemplate. And he does seem quite needy. His LINE messages are full of bears hugging and comforting cutesy rabbits, hearts and stars and I Love You. Way to chase this farang away! I keep telling him I'm married. Down boy, I'm a cat person. Cool wins with me, not all that sloppy eager doggy stuff. I don't know if I will see P again, but he is quite a handsome young man and very kissable, so maybe. But I don't much like the idea of getting drawn into his unresolved drama. There are so many fish in the LOS sea.

No, he isn't.