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True—after traveling 16+ hours to Bangkok, a 25-minute train ride really shouldn’t be that bad. But, when laziness kicks in, even the shortest trips can feel like a Himalayan trek! It’s all about perception. Walking to Prince, knowing there's a high probability of a great session waiting for you, suddenly doesn't feel like a chore at all. It’s like the universe is giving you that extra push!

Yup. Half empty but chugging it like it's full to the brim!

From experience, the only catch for me is the distance (assuming that Silom is the epicentre of our activities). The quality of experience is a bit comparable to Soi 6 massage meaning both can be a hit or miss - although your wallet will not cry as much from a lacklustre experience in Saphan Kwai and maybe you will end up with a few extra baht to spare and hop to another nearby shop and make another mistake!

I visited Ganymede last month and didn't see any glass "aquarium" - you have to pre-book your masseur. ☺️

I woke up feeling surprisingly energized after my solitary sleep. Last night’s kerfuffle at Fresh Boys wasn’t ideal, but the upside is that today, I’ve got a full tank of energy to make up for lost time. After brunch, I caught the free hotel shuttle to Saladaeng and got off at Siam station for a leisurely stroll and some visual treats. When I started to feel tired, I ducked into a random coffee shop and browsed through options in Saphan Kwai. 15M’s daily LINE messages and gallery have been particularly tempting lately, so I made an inquiry and eventually chose JJ. His photos are obviously touched up, but I’m hoping for better luck in person. I took the BTS towards Saphan Kwai, exited at number 3, and found the shop just a quick two-minute walk away. As I entered, I noticed several pairs of shoes by the stairwell, so I slipped off mine and headed upstairs. Even from afar, I could spot JJ, and to my satisfaction, his real-life appearance actually outshined his edited photos. After paying at the counter, JJ and I headed off to our temporary love nest. We engaged in the usual small talk—turns out he's from Myanmar. Based on my last few trips, it seems Burmese guys really do it for me. It makes me wonder: if Myanmar’s security situation improved, would it be worth a visit? Or have all the handsome guys already migrated to Thailand? JJ’s massage skills were average, but he was clearly putting in the effort. Thankfully, he switched things up pretty quickly, as the massage wasn’t adding much value. Once things got a bit more exciting, JJ really came into his own. As a "straight" top, he clearly knew what he was doing—unlike others who just go through the motions, often leading to discomfort or no pleasure at all. He offered to climax for an extra 1000, but I politely declined. We continued, taking turns pleasuring each other. At one point, he muttered something in panic, and I realized he couldn’t control himself and started cumming. We both laughed it off, and I threw in a little extra on top of his mandatory tip. That moment replayed in my head on the train ride back to the hotel, leaving me feeling somewhat triumphant and amused. Later that evening, my wanderings led me to Banana Bar. By the time I arrived, the show was already in full swing and the boys are somewhere unseen, so I asked the mamasan if Nine was available (another handsome Burmese guy I offed on my last trip—he’s the one with the gun tattoo on his torso). A few minutes later, Nine appeared, and we exchanged the usual pleasantries while watching the performance. This is where Banana Bar excels—the show is so captivating, though it does tend to overshadow the boys. Nine and I cuddled up while watching, with him sneaking in quick pecks now and then. He was clearly trying to secure an off and I let him play his game, knowing full well I’d be taking him with me anyway. After a while, he asked if I wanted him to come along with me. When I asked for what, he flashed a mischievous smile and said, “for happy happy.” Something about that sexy grin made me realize the show was no longer my main focus, and soon enough, Nine and I were heading back to my hotel.

1. Yes, totally possible. However in my case, mamasan still invited herself and joined our conversation. To be fair, there are Mamasans in Good boy, Hotmale and Banana that I have built good rapport with and more importantly, they know when to engage and when to remove themselves in the equation. 2. Maybe younger ones have the stamina to get back to the stage after an early off. I just can't imagine the logistics behind that. I mean, it was totally possible during the era when shows starts 8pm.

Yes - I think I was absentmindedly engaging with the mamasan and the information just spilled out. Looking back though, with almost all bars I went to, (Good Boy, Dreamboys, Hotmale, Banana) the mamasan is so active and vocal selling the LT experience. First time indeed I came across such refusal from mamasan as if he's the one I'm taking home with me 😂

I woke up to find 7’s arm and leg wrapped around me like a human pretzel, and I couldn’t help but smirk at my incredible luck from the night before. The warmth of his body and the comfort of the cuddle were tempting me to stay in bed all day. But alas, the real world called—I needed caffeine, and a quick check of work emails to ensure nothing urgent was demanding my attention. Thankfully, it seemed to be a slow workday, leaving me ample room to procrastinate and savour the morning. With my tasks temporarily sidelined, I turned my attention back to the gorgeous specimen sprawled out next to me. His cute face and tousled hair were just too adorable to ignore, so I indulged in a few moments of quiet admiration. My gaze must have been borderline obsessive because he eventually stirred, opened his eyes, and flashed me a smile. He motioned for me to come back to bed—a request so obvious, it was practically a silly not to comply. We dozed off for another blissful hour, until the sound of him rummaging in the bathroom brought me back to reality. After sorting ourselves out, we headed downstairs for breakfast. Similyto my previous time with T, I slipped into my role as unofficial photographer, snapping a picture of him with his buffet selections, which were, by the way, quite impressive. Back in the room, we settled into a relaxed morning, both of us engrossed in our own devices. I had my head comfortably resting on his lap. Around 11, he mentioned he needed to get going and asked what my plans were for the day. When I mentioned a trip to Platinum Mall, he asked if he could tag along. At first, I hesitated, thinking of the inevitable shopping spree, but then I figured—why not? A little extra retail therapy never hurt anyone, especially with charming company. After snagging two shirts for 150 baht each (it was a surprise on my part), it was time for our goodbyes. He asked me to send him a message later, and with that, we parted ways. Returning to my hotel, I realised I wasn't in the mood for my usual afternoon or early evening massage escapade. Honestly, two rounds with 7 had left me physically drained, in the best and most exhausting way possible. The guy could also kiss like it was an Olympic sport, and I was definitely still feeling the aftershocks. Instead of diving into another naughty massage session, I decided to change things up and headed over to Prime Massage. Perhaps it was the low season or just plain good luck, but I only had to wait 10 minutes for my 1.5-hour appointment. The massage was just what I needed—I walked out feeling like a new person, rejuvenated and ready to take on the night. I spent a few minutes at Starbucks, enjoying the people-watching scene while mentally mapping out my evening plans. When the time was ripe, I found myself heading towards Fresh Boys, ready to see what the night had in store. The place was packed to the rafters—so crowded that customers were practically sitting next to each other, leaving little to no room for the guys to join us from the stage. Clearly, this level of business amidst the low season got something to do with the sleaze and raunchiness of their show both in amount and intensity. Compared to other venues like Moonlight, which was more on the vanilla side (not that there’s anything wrong with that!), Fresh Boys didn’t hold back. When the show ended, the crowd thinned out, leaving a more manageable number of us behind. I quickly caught the eye of a cute guy and motioned for him to sit next to me. We started chatting, building that all-important rapport, and just when things were getting interesting and building towards an off, one of the mamasans decided to butt in. He tried to fast-track the negotiation, throwing out prices for a short time without even letting us finish our conversation. Must be my mistake that I mentioned I'm looking for long time as the mamasan suddenly huffed and puffed and kept pushing, insisting that nobody does long time anymore. My guy looked annoyed, and so was I, so I decided to pull the plug on the whole thing. I handed my guy a pink bill as a gesture of goodwill and said I wasn’t interested after all. Then, in a move that left me almost speechless, the mamasan had the audacity to stick out his hand and ask for a "tip for mama". I stared at him in disbelief before flatly saying, “No,” and turned back to my drink. After the mamasan finally left, the guy apologised, calling him crazy. I felt for him, so I handed him another pink bill, settled my tab, and made my exit. Not wanting to let this little fiasco ruin my night, I sent a message to my African guy as I walked back to the hotel. Luck was on my side—he was available, and we agreed to meet up. So, in the end, it wasn’t a wasted night at all!

I haven't tried this in Thailand but in other countries I visited alone - there are apps where you can meet locals to spend time and show you around. A couple apps I know: - WithLocals - ShowAround Some offer their time for free while others charge an hourly rate. In my case, catching up with mates back home and creating new connections with locals and navigating a city with that new perspective helps with travel boredom/exhaustion/ loneliness.

After a successful venture at Arena, I spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening recharging with a good snooze and a glass of wine. However, when the temptation to get out and about became unbearable, I marched towards Surawong for a foot massage and to indulge in my favorite sport—people-watching. Around half past nine, I made my way to Good Boy. Perfect timing, as a few customers were already inside, sparing me the awkwardness of having everyone on stage vying for my attention. Scanning the room, I noticed that both 7 and 42 were present tonight. Now, it was just a matter of making the right choice between the two. As soon as the Papasan saw me, he promptly sat next to me, and we engaged in our usual chitchat. Interestingly, this is the only bar where I’ve ever been asked if I’ve had dinner! While still wavering between 7 and 42, 7 caught my eye and grinned mischievously, making my heart flutter just enough to summon him to sit beside me. 7 is from Laos, and his English isn’t the best, considering he only started working in bars this past April. But there's something so engaging about his persona that the language barrier hardly mattered. Either that, or he’s so good-looking that I was just giddy having him next to me. As the show began, we continued our conversation using a translator app. Oddly, the app kept translating "Top" as "complainer," which we both found amusing. I shrugged it off, and we agreed to let him “complain” on me tonight—and maybe tomorrow morning too. After 7 went to get dressed, I watched the show, eagerly awaiting Mai's performance. He’s such a handsome lad, and I would’ve "offed" him if given the chance. Unfortunately, I was told he’s not offable, as his partner works at the bar manning the counter. After Mai's performance, 7 and I headed out to the street. I asked where he wanted to eat, and he gave the standard "up to you." We took a taxi back to the hotel, and once in the room, I handed him my phone and asked him to order food for both of us. We showered together, and just as we finished, our food arrived—perfect timing. After dinner, I handed him the TV remote, offering him the chance to watch something. We cuddled up for a good half-hour before he shyly suggested going to bed—a suggestion I didn’t resist. In bed, he turned out to be a surprisingly passionate kisser. He took his time before "complaining" on me, which I thoroughly enjoyed. After we cleaned up, we stayed up chatting, watching silly videos on his phone, laughing together, and looking at photos of his family. We fell asleep cuddling, with me wearing a huge grin. Lucky 7, indeed!

After a leisurely breakfast, I found myself in the mood for some shopping. Two tempting options quickly came to mind: 1. Chatuchak Weekend Market with a side trip to a Saphan Kwai massage shop. 2. Platinum Mall with a pitstop at Arena Massage on the way back. Just the memory of navigating Chatuchak's maze-like alleys in sweltering heat was enough to steer me towards the air-conditioned comfort of Platinum Mall. The massage guys at Saphan Kwai could wait. As I stepped out of the hotel, the cute doorman greeted me with his big smile. I pointed to the shuttle and asked when it was leaving. "Now, I can take you," he replied. I giggled internally and reminded myself to behave—this hotel is quickly becoming a favorite, and I don’t want to risk getting banned! I may have mentioned this before—while hardcore bargain hunters might argue that Pratunam Market across the road is the real deal, I prefer to pay a bit more for the convenience of air-conditioning and the peace of mind that I won’t be run over by vehicles, food carts, or the bustling crowds. One perk of Pratunam Market, though, is the people-watching—especially the shirtless local guys marching back and forth, carrying goods three times their size. After a quick shopping spree, I took a taxi to Silom Plaza. The traffic was surprisingly cooperative, but that meant I arrived at Arena Massage way too early, with slim pickings in the masseur department. I asked the Papasan for advice, and he suggested coming back around 4 PM. So, I strolled around Maha Nakhon in search of a quick afternoon bite. When I returned, the selection had dramatically improved, leaving me torn between three appealing options! The Papasan did his best to upsell me to a deluxe room, highlighting perks like free coffee and snacks for just 300 baht more. I declined, preferring to give that extra baht to the masseur as a reward for good service. Besides, the irony of a "deluxe" room in a building that wouldn't pass a building code inspection back home wasn’t lost on me. After making my choice, the masseur, Pon, graciously offered to carry my shopping bags and escorted me upstairs. Pon introduced himself, directed me to the shower, and said he'd return in a few minutes. I hinted that I’d rather wait for him, and he got the message—we ended up showering together both before and after the massage. I can't help but chuckle every time I see those ketchup bottle dispensers being used for body wash and shampoo. It's funny yet clever. Oh, and the room I was in had a Hello Kitty wall clock—not exactly what you want to be staring while getting serviced. As for the massage itself, it wasn't anything to write home about, but the cheeky extras were quite remarkable. Before leaving, I scanned the reception area one last time and confirmed—the roster had indeed improved significantly! I stepped out of Arena quite satisfied, happily walking back to the hotel while planning my next visit to Good Boys tonight, with hopes of meeting #7 or #42.

There used to be plenty of African MBs advertising their services via Grindr. Now, not as much but still a good selection I think. Price quoted ranges from 3000 to 8000+ (in my case, I opted for and politely haggled with those on the lower price range. lol).

Choosing to go with T turned out to be a great decision. I'd heard some mixed reviews about him before, but I'm happy to report that my experience has been positive even from my previous trip. After the deed, we caught up and chatted about all sorts of random things. T really enjoys talking about his family, which I was initially wary of, not wanting it to lead to any requests for financial support. But we've exchanged plenty of texts since my last trip, and not once has he asked for anything, so I felt pretty relaxed this time around. He's quite the talker, and he kept going until I eventually drifted off to sleep. We woke up early, both starving, but it was too soon for the hotel breakfast. We decided to wait for the buffet to open while T went out for a smoke. To our surprise, when we went down, the buffet was already set up, and we were told that we could start early, though we'd have to wait if we wanted fresh omelettes. As others have mentioned, the Quarter Saladaeng buffet breakfast was pretty good. T seemed to enjoy it too, and even asked me to take a photo of him with his buffet haul. It was a bit embarrassing, but I went along with it. Back in the room, we rested for a bit before going for round two. When it was time to say goodbye, T reminded me he’d be off the next day for a "happy birthday party" (his phrasing was too cute). I made a mental note to head back to Good Boy the next day—perfect timing to check out numbers 7 or 42 without T giving me puppy eyes from afar. After T left, I treated myself to a couple more hours of sleep before booking an afternoon massage at Ssense. My favorite masseur, Knott, was back on the lineup but wasn’t available, so I went with a guy named Boy. Unfortunately, I didn’t feel any attraction when I saw him. His massage skills were good, but when he asked if I wanted a B2B (body-to-body) massage, I declined. It was still a highly satisfying session massage-wise so I left a tip that matched the quoted amount for no extras. By nightfall, I decided to try my luck at Moonlight. Unfortunately, nothing caught my eye, and I left feeling a bit bored and frustrated. I was so bored only then I realised that most songs they play have the word "moonlight" in it. Moonlight was strike two for me in this trip but Instead of surrendering and retreating to a life of chastity, I went online to see if there were any prospects. For some reason, there weren’t as many African guys on the app as last year. I ended up connecting with a gorgeous guy from Mozambique, who suggested bringing a friend along. I wasn’t feeling particularly adventurous that night, so I declined. We agreed to meet at the Starbucks on Surawong since I prefer people-watching in a café over waiting idly in my hotel room. When he arrived, we spent a good half hour chatting before heading back to the hotel. The session with him was great—I guess I just needed a change to get excited again. He's good looking with a gorgeous body to boot! He's very cheeky and playful in bed which added to the experience. Plus He could really hold a conversation, especially on topics like the political side of Olympics and the upcoming US election. I might be a bit of a sapiosexual because I found myself really drawn to him for that. He left around 1 a.m., and I’m sure I’ll be booking him again.

Papasan - Tee is the friendly uncle going around the bar "helping out" customers with boy selections and whatnots. Nice guy.

So, after three days of work trip in Taipei perpetually surrounded by colleagues and having zero fun (seriously, how can you be surrounded by cute Taiwanese men and not have a chance to enjoy?), I finally landed in Bangkok, ready to unleash some excitement. My luck was on fire right from the get-go—I breezed through immigration, and my luggage appeared on the carousel before I could even blink. From landing to securing my Sim card outside for less 20 minutes. Seems like the universe is finally cutting me a break! I got to my hotel, Quarter Saladaeng, way earlier than expected, but lucky me, they had a room ready for an early check-in. This place seems pretty great! It’s competitively priced, within a healthy walking distance to Silom, and they've got a free shuttle to BTS Saladaeng/MRT Silom. It’s the perfect balance—close enough to be convenient but far enough from the chaos. Oh, and some the staff? Super cute! There’s one ruggedly adorable doorman who’s so charming I’d consider hiring him if he is a bar boy. He even helped me with my ridiculously large delivery of bottled water and random stuff. Fingers crossed I get to see him more. First stop: the reincarnated The One, which I missed last time. Big mistake , I showed up too early and asked if I could return the unopened can of Coke and come back later, and they were cool with it. I spent some time strolling down Surawong Rd., taking in the sights and smells. There’s something uniquely electric about this place—it’s crowded, a bit grimy, and just so sensory-stimulating. When it started to drizzle, I ducked into Good Boy and ended up chatting with their mamasan while lounging on the outdoor couch. She kindly invited me inside to check out the night’s lineup for free. Tee, the papasan, spotted me and started raving about their new hires—"Lao, Lao, Lao, so many from Laos!" he said. According to him, numbers 7 and 42 seemed promising. Before their show started, I left, promising to return later. At Tawan, the 10:30 showtime got pushed to 11. I was starting to worry that the recent negative reviews might be spot-on. The guys weren’t in top form, but as the show went on, I saw glimpses of the old Tawan charm—the friendly banter and lively atmosphere. I left hoping things will only get better from here. Back at Good Boy, the place was almost packed. The papasan directed me to a seat just as a customer was vacating it. Coincidentally, T—one of my previous favorites—was at that table and recognised me (even remembered the hotel we went to last time!). T immediately started working his magic, reminiscing about the fun we had at Khaosan Bar and insisting he’d like to "take care" of me again. He was pretty persuasive, so I decided to play it safe tonight and maybe check out numbers 7 and 42 next time.

Apologies for not finishing my last trip report. Life happened and I was so time poor after leaving Bangkok. Planning to redeem myself and determined to complete a report this time around! I'm excited to share that I'm coming back to Thailand for a short visit and will be arriving on the 17th of this month. I'm particularly excited to check out the "new" The One bar which was still shuttered last time. Massage-wise, there seems to be some exciting stuff in the Saphan Kwai area. Plus, there are a couple of host bars that I am curious to check out. If any of you guys will be in Bangkok during that week, send me a message and let's meet up!

Yes. However, the $ our boy and masseur du jour earns from us will give them purchasing power to spend it on..... wait for it......shopping malls! It's the circle of life! 😁

From experience, they are pretty common in Japanese and Korean hotels. Public restrooms will have a more basic version of it (i.e. minus the heated seat and other bells and whistles).

Anyone got feedback about this accommodation? https://www.yellowribbonhills.com/HOME/5afe72dace86512a2458f9c7/langEN It's walking distance from Chong Nonsi BTS and reports across sites are widely positive. Would ay be good to know if they are guest/joiner friendly. Thanks!

The lesson here to avoid disappointment ---- we must spread our options to almost the same rate as we spread our legs. ✌️

Didn't know that they have rooms available at another building. Yeah - I'm gutted that Knott is no longer working there. I'll send him a Line and ask if he's working elsewhere. And if you're in the Suan Plu area, The Prince Spa is just around the corner from S'sense!

I had a fair share of experiences from both ends. That's why we need to do "due diligence" when making decisions of who to off. This is a challenge in itself as my logic usually jumps out of the window during times like these 😂 Just thinking out loud - maybe the fizzling out maybe partly due to them being transferred from a familiar environment (bar) to an unknown one (your room). Nerves perhaps? But I agree that most of it boils down to individual behaviour.

Agree that it's not an overwhelming task. But coaxing myself to be interested to a guy sporting a "resting b*tch face" can be a challenge. 😜 But I join Shax in this resolution to off a Jupiter guy next time I'm in Bangkok.

So sad to hear stories like this. Life indeed is like a box of assholes - it's a constant reminder that shit happens. Circling back to public displays ---- just my personal observation that my offs during my last three Bangkok trips seem to be more affectionate and touchy feely in public. The pattern I'm used to is that they will be all touchy and flirty in the bar to secure an off. Once we step out and in public, the dynamics change and we behave like mates. Then everything will revert (plus more) in the privacy of my room.The only reason I notice this is because I'm not comfortable with such displays and fear attracting unwanted attention. Do you guys have the same experience with your offs lately?

Part 10 Not wanting to overthink T's proposal, I threw caution to the wind and agreed to meet up. I told him to meet me in Starbucks at Siam Paragon so I can keep myself busy window shopping and people watching while waiting for him. Surprisingly, T arrived on time and was all smiles when he handed me a paper bag. I had a look and was shocked to see that he brought the shirt he keeps mentioning that he will be giving me. I was very touched but also a bit clueless on how to react - as I was never in this kind of scenario with a bar boy before. I quickly gathered my wits, complimented the shirt and thanked T for his gift. We then walked towards the food court for a quick bite and then took a taxi back to the hotel. Given my time with Singha a few hours ago, I wasn't really hankering for another full on session. I was happy and satisfied spending time cuddling,chatting, watching videos in his mobile and intensely making out in between. By past 7, I can feel T getting restless and I suggested that he can make his way to the bar so he will not be late. He responded saying that he wants to stay instead and take care of me (translation: that I pay more including the bar off fee so he can spend the night). I quickly gauged the situation concluding that since I am enjoying my time with him anyway, what he's suggesting is not a bad idea at all. I asked him where he's talking me tonight in which he replied suggesting going to Fake Club. I responded with a hard no and suggested it doesn't need to be a gay club (but most definitely not a girly gogo club!). He pondered for a while and said don't worry as he will choose a good place. He then called and let his bar know that he is already offed for tonight. We then took a shower and that's when he started being more playfully aggressive saying that with all the making out we did, he needs to release before we go out tonight. As I have already recovered from my afternoon at S'sense, I gladly complied and gave him a hand (and my other body parts!) Afterwards, we stepped out of the hotel and he took the lead and hailed a taxi. I was a bit concerned when I realised that we are making our way to Khaosan. It's been ages since I was in the area - part of me feels that I have outgrown the place (that or Silom/Surawong roads got more magnetism for me). I was about to protest but I stopped myself allowing T to lead and me to go with the flow. We found ourselves in what seems like a Chinese/Vietnamese restaurant which I thoroughly enjoyed - Thai food is great but having a bit of break from it can be good at times. With our stomachs full, we walked for a bit until we made a turn to an alley of shops which then led to a bar. I think Brick Bar is the name and I was relieved that it's not a lady gogo bar but rather a live music one with bands playing both English and Thai songs. We were stopped by the entrance and was asked for ID, I told T that I don't bring my passport everywhere but I only have a photo of it on my phone. He talked to the staff who then led us to our seat on the upper level overlooking the stage. Oh - and they didn't ask to see photo of my ID The place was impressively large and the bands who played that night were impressively decent. I was also pleased to pay "non-boy bar" pricing for drinks this time. The crowd that night was good fun as well. Given that it was a week night - it was busy and crowded but the vibe is more chill than manic. And T seems to be enjoying as well. After a few drinks, he had his arms wrapped around my shoulder and keeps on giving me quick pecks on the cheek and neck. I was overly conscious as this is not a gay bar and others may find issue with public displays. However, no one seems to mind and when one waiter who brought our drinks pointed to me and T and put his fingers together and gave us a thumbs up sign, I began to relax. It must be the drinks or the music or the vibe but we eventually found ourselves tipsy and horny. We made our way back to the hotel and was making out as soon as the door was closed. In the taxi, T discreetly held my hand and placed it on his rock hard cock. Good thing the driver was distracted multitasking between driving and his mobile phone (!). We went straight to the bed, took our clothes off and continued our business. For some reason, T's manly and musky smell that time was so intoxicating and makes my libido overflow that I was low-key relieved he said no when I asked him if he wants us to go to shower first. We took turns pleasuring each other with him eventually getting on top of me, slowly entering me while my face is buried on his chest still enchanted with his manly smell. After we both finished, we just lie there arms wrapped around each other too sleepy and tired to move yet happy and satisfied.