I’m just back from my first trip to SE Asia: four countries in 21 days, with a tour group. While sex wasn’t the focus of this trip, I had hoped to find some fun along the way, and following this forum was a key part of my preparation. Thanks for all your advice. If you don’t mind, I’ve put my experiences in a single thread in the Thailand page, where I started and where there is the most engagement, rather than spread it across destinations.
11. Bangkok
I had planned to try Arena or Senso for a massage to recover from my trip, but I was staying in another neighborhood, and my schedule was tricky. Besides, soon after I settled in my hotel, I got a message on grindr: “Massage, 2000 baht for 1.5 hours. Seriously massage 1 hour, then extra 30 min.” I’ve had enough bad experiences on grindr to be skeptical, and forum members have warned about photoshopped profiles and fakers. One of his photos showed he also works at Glam’s, but familiar worries arose. Would he embrace the erotic or just go through the motions? Will he kiss? Will we have to have an awkward negotiation halfway through? Will he speak English?
Within seconds of A’s entrance into my hotel room my questions were answered, as he invited me to take off his clothes. We undressed each other tenderly, then showered together. We had a little play before the message, then he gave me as professional a massage as I can remember, with proper attention to every part of my body and some stretches I hadn’t had before. Then kisses, and sucking, and rimming. “I take massage very seriously,” he said, “but I’m also a horny boy.” I couldn’t have asked for more.
2. Chiang Mai
I chose Classic House after considerable research, mainly because it was an easy walk from my hotel. There were five or so masseurs in the reception area, all of them young and looking at me. The guy who greeted me, mid-twenties and a bit more muscular, said I could pick any of them, or pick him. I chose him. He told me his name was Ha. The place was not especially inviting: A mat on the floor, a shared bathroom next door. I showered by myself. Back in the room, Ha took his shirt off and made me comfortable. When it came time to turn over, off came his shorts and our inhibitions. I told him I wasn’t interested in fucking, but either he didn’t understand or he wasn’t convinced I meant it. My resistance dissolved, and soon he was putting on a condom. He showed no interest in kissing, but boy, the sex was hot.
3. Siem Reap
I went to Mens Resort, a well-reviewed gay-owned hotel with a sauna and massage. But when I got there, the sauna had not yet opened, so I told the receptionist I wanted a massage. I asked if I could choose my masseur, and was told, no, they choose. The boy they chose looked nice, so I said sure. I took a shower, and settled on the massage table. He went to work, offering a pretty good massage, but it was just a massage. Then the problem: He was still dressed in T-shirt and shorts. I suggested he take off his clothes, but he just laughed, A few minutes later, as I was turning over, I asked again if he would take off his clothes and he said no, his boss won’t let him. That’s not the impression I had gotten from the reviews, and I wondered if he just didn’t like me, but he didn’t seem disgusted by my looks or age. He gave me a happy ending handjob. It was a pretty good handjob, but just a handjob.
4. Saigon
After reading the reviews, I opted for N’Adam Spa for my Saigon tryst. The reviews were right about the impressive aesthetics of the place. I went early on a Saturday night and the place was packed with young, good-looking Asian men, but as previous reviewers noted, they were mostly wandering around and not playing, though I didn’t explore the darkest corners. When a staff member asked me about a massage, I was ready. The receptionist showed me a book with pictures of a dozen masseurs to choose from, and I picked the guy who had approached me. But the massage was unimpressive, and while he did get naked, there were no sparks of enthusiasm and I left a little disappointed.
5. Hanoi
The disappointment continued in Hanoi. I chose to sample the DaNi Spa, a small operation in an unmarked building not far from the Old Quarter. I texted ahead for an appointment and was told they could take me at 7. No other customers were there and they were glad to see me. Two young men were present, one of which was the designated masseur. He was cute as the dickens, with a nice body – what I could see of it. The massage was OK, and he eventually took off his shirt, but wouldn’t take off his pants and seemed not to understand that I was looking for extras, an interest I made very clear. Handjob was fine. I paid 600,000 dong for the room and a 600,000 tip, about $65.
I figured that was it for my SE Asian adventuring, but I kept checking Grindr and had an opportunity arise the day I left. James reached out, offering a professional massage, attaching a list of prices and services in a dozen or more combinations, to be delivered in my hotel room. I chose option 5.1: 60 minutes “tantric+body+lingham+cuddling.” He arrived on time and was handsome, fit, friendly and spoke excellent English. We started blindfolded, naked, sitting cross-legged on the bed facing each other, with him embracing my body with light touches. The massage that followed was thorough and thoroughly delightful. At one point he positioned his perfect cock close to my face and I couldn’t resist a taste. His groans told me all was OK and our intimacies continued. After, he cleaned me up and we lay in each other’s arms for awhile chatting. James is sweet and skilled, and I’d recommend him to anyone visiting Hanoi. It cost 2 million dong – about $82 US – and was worth every penny.
I returned home a satisfied man.
