This trip is not as slutty as previous trips, but I understand from some of you that have wrote to me that even at my slowest sex days, it still seems a lot to some of you. I should slow down!

 

 

don't even try, enjoy what you like and utilize every opportunity. Slowing down time will come in due course   and hopefully not any time soon 

 

That's not at all limited to moneyboys, by the way. 

and not limited to Thais either. In our countries we have many people who are buying stuff they don't need for a money they don't have to impress people they don't even like.

Day 5.9: Goodnight, Cambodia

 

 

But its really more than just sex for me. Its about the experience. 

I like your attitude

Day 6.0: A Khmer Farewell

 

The alarm wakes me up at 7:30 AM. I’m surprised I don’t have a headache, but I wish I had a few more hours of sleep. Not offing that Station bar employee was the right decision, and feeling both Cambodia Boy (CB) and Fit Khmer’s (FK) bodies close to mine is a special treat. I make a mental note to myself to get King Size beds from now on whenever I intend on getting 2 or more boys. That’s why I like Crowne Plaza Bangkok and (soon to be former) Marriott Pattaya for their very generous bed space.

 

I turn to spoon FK for a bit. His taut sinewy lean frame feels good to the touch. I wrap my arms around him, feeling his pecs and abs, and then travel down to his cock and start massaging it. I wasn’t intending to have sex with him right then and there, but it was nice to lay my hands on him. I knew I needed to get going soon. I get up and adjust my hard-on in my underwear, take the t-shirt, shorts and underwear I was going to wear today, and then go to the bathroom to pee and shower.

 

It takes me less than 10 minutes to shower and dry. I style my hair and brush my teeth, and then gather up my toiletries to start packing. I step out of the bathroom and see FK and CB spooning, still sleeping. That’s interesting. I pick up my clothing and souvenirs scattered in the room and start shoving all of it my roller bag. CB awokens and bids me good morning. I tell them they should probably start getting ready. CB stands up and goes to me to hug me and give me a kiss. I stop what I do and relish the attention he was giving this morning. He goes to the bathroom and I finish packing.

 

After a while CB emerges from the bathroom in a towel and wakes up FK and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) and tell them something in Khmer. He takes some clothes with him to the bathroom and leaves the door open. FK and GK say good morning. I ask them if they were OK and they say yes. GK goes to the refrigerator in the room and takes some bottled waters and hands FK one and they both take a drink. I finish packing and tell the boys I will take short walk while they were getting ready.

 

I open the door and feel the warm air rush in. It wasn’t hot yet, and it feels like it just rained. I get to the lobby and step out in the street and see some puddles have formed in the uneven pavement of Siem Reap streets. I walk on the sidewalk and see street vendors setting up their kiosks for the day. I get to the traffic circle close to the hotel and it was not busy this Thursday morning:

 

 

I wanted to relish Siem Reap on my own, in solitude, for a few minutes before going back to the energetic company of the three Khmers. I suddenly realized that I have not been alone at all in Cambodia since stepping out of the Phnom Penh airport. I like the company of CB, and FK and GK, but something this trip lacked was experiencing the country alone. I was seeing the country in the filter of what my Khmer buddies wanted me to see. So I am taking these 10 minutes to quietly walk the streets. I breathe the fresh air, which was crisp from the recent rain, mixed with the diesel fumes of the motorbikes that drove by. I just stand there till my 10 minutes were up. I head back to the hotel.

 

I get to the lobby and let the staff know I will need a tuktuk to get to the airport. They tell me it is $7 and can be included in the bill. I get back to the room and see CB and GK now dressed and FK was in the bathroom. GK lets me know that his and FK’s van was leaving in 30 minutes. They are going back to Phnom Penh. I ask CB what he was going to do. He said he was going back to his province (Battambang) and his bus doesn’t leave till an hour or so. I tell everyone that we can have some breakfast together at least so no one spends hours in a van hungry.

 

FK emerges in his tight white briefs and smiles at everyone. He hugs me and kisses my cheek. He is a sweet boy. He is angling for a future off. I will definitely look for him in Pattaya. We wait for him to get dressed and pack. CB tells him in Khmer to hurry up so we can get food. He does and soon him and GK take their bags and we head down to the restaurant to get some breakfast.

 

We sit down and order our food. I encouraged the boys to get more food if they were hungry. The food comes and I get the American breakfast, and the boys get their traditional rice porridge with some sausages and bacon and bread on the side. I’m glad they ordered a lot. FK mentions that he hopes that I go back to Cambodia, and if I do, they will be back to welcome me. I laugh and tell them I had a wonderful time. I pass FK and GK my phone for them to put their Line contact on my phone.

 

After 10 minutes into eating and laughing and talking, GK gets a call. The van picking them up is 5 minutes away. I ask them how much was the fare for the van. It was around $8, they said. The van is picking up customers till its full. At this point I reach for my wallet and produce two shiny $100 bills and give them one each. This was discussed by CB and me before he agreed to take FK and GK with us to Siem Reap. These were Jomtien boys out of work and waiting it out in Cambodia. From my math, they stayed with me 2 nights, and at $50 a night, that’s around 1600-1700 baht a night, which was the typical long time tip in Pattaya anyhow. Typing this now I wish I gave them the $8 to cover their PP van. Oh well. I need to err on the side of generous every time.

 

FK and GK try to finish their food, and then get a phone call from the van. They stand up and ask for a hug from me. I hug both of them and thank them again. They both give me a kiss on the cheek. They take their bags and head out. I sit back down and it was me and CB alone again. We talk about my travel back to Bangkok, and he talks about his travel to Battambang . He says Siem Reap is closer to Siem Reap, so his fare is about $5 by bus.

 

I leave a $1 tip and we head back to the room. It was 9:10 and the tuktuk was coming to pick me up at 9:30 AM. We wrap up our packing and we lie down on the bed and hug for a while. I am trying not to be sad at this moment, but it is hard not to. Goodbyes are an indelible and unavoidable part of my trips to Thailand and now Cambodia, and it never gets easier even after more than 10 trips. I want to get attached, that is the attraction for me. I will always be sad with the goodbyes, but I always come back for more, and count myself lucky that I get to come back.

 

I take out my wallet and count some money for CB’s tip. He was with me 5 nights, I usually give him 2000 baht a night, so that’s 10,000 baht, rounding up, it was $300. I promised him I would give him $150 for his passport. So that’s $450. I give him $500 since he has paid for some of the food in PP. I felt that this was a fair amount, though I always think this is too little. I wish I could give him the world. I count 5 crisp $100 bills in front of him and put it in his hand. He takes it and gives me a big kiss.

 

We take our bags with us and head to the lobby. We take a few photos together around the premises for last-minute memories. I pay the bill ($105 X 2, $7 for the tuktuk), and the staff says that they are not charging me for the extra breakfast items we have ordered in the past two days. That was pretty generous of them. I pay with my credit card (in dollars, no foreign transaction fees, so it was just like paying at home). The staff tell me the tuktuk is waiting, and the driver was sitting in one of the chairs. He takes my roller bag and goes to his tuktuk to load it.

 

I turn to CB and give him a big hug. I bid him goodbye and sit on the tuktuk. I don’t look back. After a few seconds I get Line messages from him. He says he already misses me, followed by some love emojis. I reply in kind. I’m going to miss. At least for a few hours. I am going to Bangkok after all. There will be boys there that will wipe out my melancholy.

 

The tuktuk driver put my roller bag in the front (photo edited to take out and identifying things on my bag):

 

 

I was worried that the bag would bounce out of the tuktuk but miraculously it stayed put the whole ride.

 

I open up Grindr for the first time in Siem Reap, and I see this profile:

 

 

I wish he was my tuktuk driver. Though I guess if he was, I probably would be extending my stay.

 

After 5 minutes the busy Siem Reap streets fade away and we get to a lonely highway:

 

 

After 25 uneventful minutes we get to Siem Reap airport. It looked deserted from outside, because I was the only one there and no cars or other tuktuks were there dropping off other passengers. Was I in the right building? The driver unloads my bag and I give him a $1 tip. I go inside and there were people inside, lining up to check-in. Still it was kind of deserted and not busy at all:

 

 

If you look at the left of the photo you see the line for my flight. I was flying AirAsia for my return trip to Bangkok. I paid extra for the Premium Flex fare which came out to $115 for a one way flight from Siem Reap to Don Muang airport in Bangkok. Which came in handy because I had to change my flight once. And it came in handy again because there was a dedicated line for Premium Flex passengers. There was probably 30 people in line for the regular queue, but no one in the Premium Flex line. I go directly to the counter and give the attendant my passport. I put my baggage on the scale, he prints out my boarding pass and baggage tags, hands my stuff to me and points out my gate number, boarding time and baggage tags, and I was on my way. It took me all of 5 minutes.

 

I go to security check and there was probably 2 people in front of me. Immigration was uneventful, though I was relieved that I had my second copy of my Cambodian e-Visa in my back pack, because the immigration officer asked for it. The instructions for the e-Visa was to print out two copies. One was taken by the officer in PP. I was through everything in 10 minutes.

 

It was a nice looking airport, and it definitely looked new. The bathrooms were new and modern, and the floor clean and decoration tasteful. There was this huge painting of Rea Hu, a demon in Hindu mythology, responsible for solar and lunar eclipses:

 

 

Since I had about an hour till boarding, I took the opportunity to shop for souvenirs. I know, the prices in airports are outrageous, but I was not able to shop at all while in PP or SR (busy with boys or drinking or touring), so I had no choice:

 

 

There was a good selection in the airport. Beyond the Duty Free section there were a few local shops that sold all kinds of souvenirs. I got some T-shirts, chocolates and candies, some coffee, and little knock knacks to give to my BF, friends and family. It was all less than $100, though it would probably be at least a third of that cost if I bought it elsewhere in the country, but I didn’t mind. There were some tasteful artistic items to buy:

 

 

And this display that included the “Hands of Apsara”:

 

 

I chuckled, thinking about the apsara dance the boys did at Angkor Wat.

 

It was time to board, and I was one of the first to board because of Premium Flex:

 

 

In my seat, while waiting for the others to board, I whip out Line in my phone and message the boys that I was in my seat. And I Line Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) that I was on my way to Bangkok. He was going to meet me in Don Muang airport in Bangkok. As much as I will miss Cambodia, in about an hour I will be in Bangkok, for a whole new set of experiences.

 

And today, my goal was to see three boys in Bangkok, before the day was done.

 

To be continued…

I am becoming addicted to your daily reports Numazu ) 

Wonderful writings... can feel your emotions!

 

 

 

I was seeing the country in the filter of what my Khmer buddies wanted me to see. 

 

......

 

And today, my goal was to see three boys in Bangkok, before the day was done.

 

 

that's always disadvantage of  sightseeing with locals wherever it may be , good that you pointed it out .

 

Even with most excellent guides you are bound to wear their glasses so to speak.

And I'm sure that if somebody asked us to give them a tour of Bangkok, we 'd find  a way of showing them Patpong, Silom and Suriwong even if  they were our grandparents or their friends.

 

 

And as always , Master of Suspense is at work ! 

mixed with the diesel fumes of the motorbikes that drove by.

 

He says Siem Reap is closer to Siem Reap, so his fare is about $5 by bus.

 

And today, my goal was to see three boys in Bangkok, before the day was done.

 

there is no such thing as "diesel fumes" from motorbikes, motorbikes with diesel engines do not exist. They either run on regular petrol (4-stroke engine) or a mix of petrol and oil (2-stroke engine). The latter are much louder than the 4-strokes, and emit smelly fumes. Luckily, they are few and far between these days, as most motorbikes in the region are modern japanese 4 stroke models. 

 

SR closer to SR - I would think so LOL! 

 

ok enough, smart-ass mode OFF!

 

ambitious goal, yet again! Gotta admire your drive!

 

Feeling sad about the departure from Cambodia as well, but looking forward to new stories with DTG

there is no such thing as "diesel fumes" from motorbikes, motorbikes with diesel engines do not exist. 

 

There are diesel powered motorbikes around, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diesel_motorcycle, however they are not common. 

I'm looking forward to read about exploits in Bangkok with DTG.

And 3 boys before the day was done? If not platonic, but gymnastics, I wouldn't manage.

Day 6.4: The Dream Boy

 

Since this is my 11^th trip to Thailand, I have developed some long-lasting relationships with some of the boys there. Most of them I have met in beer bars (Cambodia Boy – CB in Jomtien), gogo bars (Dream Boy Thai Guy – DTG, in Dream Boy), or through Grindr (Myanmar boy – BurBoy). Some, I cannot see without money involved (CB and DTG), and others don’t expect a tip, though since I make way more money than they do, I pay for everything else when I see them (BurBoy).

 

But sometimes I want to be a butterfly, and try to off as many boys as I can in the span of my short trip. So there are two sides to Thailand for me, the loving side and the slutty side. When I am with the boys I know who I fall in love with, I always miss offing different boys everyday. And when I try to off boys everyday, I miss the connection I already have with the boys who I fall in love with. It’s a great conundrum to have, and it has me going back to Thailand for more.

 

So today I will try to have my cake and eat it too. I plan on seeing three boys today. I don’t expect to be able to perform sex well with all three, but I do want to have sex three times today. I’ve done it before, and since I did not cum yesterday, I feel it a really possible. This need to have 3 actually stemmed from not cumming yesterday; I felt I needed to make up for lost time.

 

This was supposed to be a tour-heavy trip, and I was only going to have CB as my boy for the whole trip. With BurBoy now available, I decided to spend time with him in Bangkok. Since BurBoy is the jealous type I cannot see any other boys while I am with him. So I told BurBoy my flight back to Bangkok does not come in till 9PM that night, and supposedly with immigration time and the taxi ride from DMK to Silom I will be able to see him around 10PM. That was a lie of course, because my flight actually comes in at 12:30 PM, but I wanted to spend those 8 and half hours between my arrival and meeting BurBoy to see two other boys. DTG is meeting me at the airport and will accompany me to the AirBNB condo, have lunch and then sex. At 6 or 7 I will bid him goodbye and I will have 3 or so hours to get another boy, maybe on Grindr or I’ll go to a gogo bar at 8PM and see if I can score a short time off before meeting BurBoy at 10PM.

 

DTG knew I was coming this trip since I booked it last July. We have been in regular contact since I offed him last trip. My first description of him in my previous report:

Very handsome, very Thai-looking, and a smile that will just melt your heart.

 

DTG is another anomaly in the BKK gogo boy landscape. Boy from Tawan was an anomaly because he was a small boy in a bar full of big men, DTG was similarly out of place because he is a college graduate, with perfect English, and more sophisticated and wordly than his less polished peers. Talking to him was like talking to a friend. No language barrier because of his perfect English, no cultural barrier because of his worldliness, and with the business end of this meeting out of the way, what’s left is just two guys trying to make a connection with each other.

 

Through my conversations with him I find out that, like CB he is also trying to plot an exit from the bar boy life. He is a college graduate, but is still paying down some student debt and other debt that he has not told me the specifics of. He says that the salary he gets in Dream Boy pales in comparison to what he gets as a low-level office worker. As he pays down more of his debts he sees the light at the end of the tunnel. He is actively looking for an office job, but might still go to Dream Boy in the weekends for some extra cash.

 

So I land at Don Muang airport at around 12:15 PM. This is my first time landing at this airport. Apart from my international flights, my trips to and from Phuket and Chiang Mai have all been using Bangkok Airways, and their airport is Suvarnabhumi. So I was not too familiar about the layout and taxi situation in the airport, though I am pretty sure it was not that dissimilar from BKK airport. I was seated at the very front so I was first out of the aircraft. I quickly walk to immigration, and find it really really busy:

 

 

Why is the seemingly low season so busy? I have never encountered this many people at the immigration counters ever, even in December and January. I quickly assess my options and pick a line that I thought was faster than the rest. While in line I text DTG that I was in line. He says he just got to the airport and will wait for me. I patiently wait till it is my turn. It takes me about 35 to 40 minutes to get through the line. I rush to baggage claim and rescue my roller bag. It was already on the baggage carousel with the other luggage. It looks like I am the first one to claim my bag.

 

I rush through customs. I did not want DTG to wait one more second longer. I see him standing there waiting on me. I hug him and apologize for the wait. He says he was fine, told me it was nice to see me, and asked me how I was doing. I said I was fine and eager to eat because I was starving. We head over to the taxi line and got in line. There were people in front of us.

 

I got an AirBNB property in Bangkok that was on Surawong Rd. There were some directions to the property on the website and the owner sent me the address in Thai, but it was sometimes a challenge communicating this to the driver. My first trip was like that, and this was to the Crowne Plaza. But I was with DTG, so one look at the address and map, he tells the taxi driver where to go and off we went. This was my main reason to asking him to see me at the airport, but really also so I can see his handsome face sooner.

 

I had a pleasant conversation with him on the way to the condo. I talked mainly about the Cambodia trip. I don’t keep anything from him, and prefer that he knows everything so there are no surprises. CB and BurBoy do not know about each other, but DTG knows everything about the two boys. And he is very understanding. He knows I did not have a lot of time meant for him on this trip, even if he has mentioned numerous times that he missed me and wanted to see me on the buildup to this trip, so I had to carve out this special time to see him.

 

We get to Surawong Rd and we pass by Soi Twilight. A familiar feeling of excitement runs through my body. I squeeze DTG’s thigh as we make our through Surawong. We get to the condo and it was aptly names “The Surawong”. There are a number of units in the building that are listed on AirBNB. I got one that had two bedrooms and two bathrooms. I booked this last August when my plans consisted of taking CB to Bangkok after Cambodia and with the intention of getting multiple boys to stay in the unit at the same time. We get there and we inform the guard that I was renting from AirBNB. He takes us to the second floor to the office, and the woman on duty asked for my name and produced a key card. She took us to the unit and opened the door for us, and left.

 

The unit was large and spacious. The décor was very modern, and had all the amenities. There was a master bedroom with an en-suite bathroom and a queen size bed. The second bedroom also had a queen size bed, and a separate bathroom. No soap or shampoos so I had to get those. The living room had a couch a chair and TV. There was a dining room table and a stove and oven for cooking if needed. The refrigerator had no waters so I had to get those too. Sometimes AirBNB properties have those extras but this doesn’t.

 

We put down my things and I wash my face and hands. DTG hugs me and I hug him back. He is so sweet. I kiss him for a bit and tell him we should eat first because I was starving. We decide on Fuji Restaurant in Silom Complex again because this was DTG’s favorite.

 

It was hot outside but not as hot as April. DTG takes my hand as we walk on Surawong. We cut through Patpong and the street was still quiet. Silom was typically busy with tourists, locals and street vendors on an early afternoon. We get to Silom Complex and take the escalators to Fuji. The restaurant was still half full with some of the lunch crowd. We sit down and order our food. We both choose the bento box options because we liked the variety of what was offered: miso soup, some chicken and beef, some tempura and rice as well as vegatables.

 

While we wait for our order he updates me on how it was for him and gogo life during low season. He says he hardly bothers going to work when it rains, as there are fewer customers when the weather is bad. Also he usually skips going Tuesdays and Wednesdays and sometimes Mondays, because there are fewer customers as well. He usually still gets some customers in the weekends but wishes there were more out there. He says Dream Boy is still the most popular bar on Soi Twilight, and knows that the others bars have even less luck than them. This was why he has started looking for a day job because the low season just wasn’t going to make ends meet for him. He says it’ll pick up sometime in November and he can reevaluate his career choices. Right now he just needs to pay down his debts as fast as possible so he can quit being a money boy completely.

 

I tell him it is understandable that he wants to leave the business. There are a lot of boys like him who find it hard to get by on low season, and it was time to reevaluate life when the offers dry up. I tell him he is luckier than most boys because he has a college degree, and whatever happens to him he can always fall back on that education. He says the 15,000 baht – 17,000 baht starting salary for an office worker still is less than what he pulls per month at Dream Boy, but will be happy with that once he doesn’t have any debt.

 

I tell him that if he wasn’t a gogo boy I probably would not have met him, so I am at least happy that he tried this line of work out. I tell him I hoped that if he quits the gogo life he still will want to see me. He says of course, no question. He says someday he hopes he can see me without me having to tip him, but right now it is not possible for him. I tell him I hope so, but now I don’t mind helping him pay down his debts.

 

We eat our food heartily. I was so hungry. He says this was his first meal today. He just woke up today in time to get to the airport to meet me. We finish our meal and I pay for the dinner (650 baht). As we head back to the condo I tell DTG that I needed to buy a few things for the condo. So we head to the giant 7-11 on Silom and get waters, soap, shampoo and some snacks as well. We walk back to the condo and continued to talk about everything.

 

We get to the condo and sit down. We were just having a good time catching up and talking. This was what was lacking with CB, the extensive talks of just about every subject matter. Not that talking to CB was bad, it was just different. One day I will whisk DTG away to a vacation somewhere and we can have sex and have fun and have stimulating conversation about anything under the sun. He’s definitely continues to be the whole package out of all the boys I've met here.

 

I tell DTG that I will shower. I tell him he can do the same because there are two bathrooms. He says he will and takes one of the soaps to the second bathroom. In each bedroom there was a plastic bag filled with clean towels for the unit. I hand him one and we both take showers, separately. I finish first and put on my underwear and go to the second bedroom. I will use this bedroom for him and the boy that will come after him. I will preserve the master bedroom for BurBoy. I take my condoms and lube with me.

 

DTG comes in with a towel wrapped around his waist, and then takes off the towel to join me in bed. I see his brown body, his well developed pecs and insane six pack abs and large biceps. His uncut cock swung as he lies down with me. And we picked up right where we left off two months ago. We start kissing and hugging and make each other feel good. I suck him, he sucks me, and we 69. I put on a condom, he lays on his back, lifts up his legs, and lubes up. I excitedly put it in and start thrusting. After 10 minutes of this, I take off the condom and lay beside him and we chuck wow together while kissing. I cum first, and then he sits up to empty his cock on my torso. He laughs at the sight of me drenched in cum and apologizes.

 

He takes his towel and wipes off all the cum the best he could. He then gets on top of me to kiss me some more. He asks if I wanted to take a nap for a bit and I said yes. Eating and then sex naturally means a nap after. I take my phone and set it to 6:30 PM.

 

And like before, I spoon him, putting my arms around him, around his insane abs and pecs.

 

I fall asleep right away. When I wake up, I will hunt for boy #2.

 

To be continued…

There are diesel powered motorbikes around, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diesel_motorcycle, however they are not common. 

I'm looking forward to read about exploits in Bangkok with DTG.

And 3 boys before the day was done? If not platonic, but gymnastics, I wouldn't manage.

 

interesting, thanks for the correction. I just concluded from their complete absence from any public streets that they don't exist and didn't bother googling diesel bikes coz it doesn't make much sense as the article  confirms. Nevertheless I have to correct myself and say they surely don't exist on the streets of Siem Reap or Bangkok or any other place in the region

 

I agree on "wouldn't manage" 3 boys haha

Day 6.6: The Search for Mister Right Now

 

Sleep was just what the doctor ordered. Nothing like a cumming induced slumber to refresh you for more. I wake up and see that outside it was getting dark. I look at the time and it was 6:30 PM. For a moment I forget where I was and who I was with. How many times have I woken up from a nap on an unfamiliar bed, naked, with a boy by my side? This could be Bangkok or Pattaya or even any hotel I’ve stayed in while on a work trip.

 

The boy wakes up and smiles at me. In the dark room his wide gorgeous smile was blindingly adorable. There was only one boy with a smile like that. Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) gets closer and hugs me. I feel my torso and there was stray cum that dried up in some places. I tell DTG and he laughs. He feels my torso and wipes away the dried cum. He asks what my plans were. I tell him I may see a boy show before Myanmar Boy (BurBoy) comes later tonight. I ask him if he was working today, he said yes, since he was in the area anyway. He has taken a nap so he will have the energy to be up till the wee hours of the morning in the bar and with a customer. Its Thursday night so there might be more customers.

 

This was not the trip where I spend a lot of time with DTG. But I was glad I was able to see him today. Cambodia Boy and BurBoy occupy a huge space in my heart right now, but maybe those two will fade away like other boys have. Having a boyfriend protects me from getting too close to the boys, but I like playing at the edge between intimacy and commitment. I’ve been successful these past two years. DTG may actually be the boy that will give me the most trouble, because he is the full package in terms of looks, heart, and mind.

 

We talk more in bed about many things before we get up and start getting ready. DTG goes to the bathroom to take a shower and be fresh for tonight’s customers. I put on clothes and get rid of the evidence of our activities. He puts on clothes and tells me he usually eats before work because there is usually no chance to eat when he gets to the bar, especially if there are customers who want him to sit with them while they drink. I tell him that I will go with him to eat but won’t have anything myself because I wasn’t hungry.

 

We make our way to Surawong Rd and comment on how nice it was tonight. It wasn’t too hot and the recent rain made the air crisp and fresh. The street vendors are out in full force catering to the dinner crowd. We get to Soi Twilight and DTG realizes something. He says we probably shouldn’t let anyone from Dream Boy see us because when they see me with him they will ask him for my off fee. I did not off him from the bar and saw him on his own time, but I guess the bar want their 650 baht no matter when you off the boy. We pick a street vendor about a 15 feet away from Soi Twilight, and we sit down and DTG orders some spicy chicken noodle soup. The smell of the undoubtedly delicious soup was tempting, but I knew I needed to wait to eat again. I’ve eaten too much in Cambodia and don’t want to let everything go just yet. I know I am on vacation but I still wanted to fit in my clothes.

 

We talk more during dinner, again about everything. He has been game to ask me questions about my work and my hobbies and interests and I am always amazed at his well-roundedness and intelligence. We probably spent about 45 minutes there talking and laughing and having a good time. I looked at the time and it was 8:15 PM. Time flies when you are having fun. I give him 3000 baht for his time. That is his usual long time fee from me, which I felt this was. He took the time to go to the airport to meet me, and spent time with me on his free time before work, so I thought this was appropriate. He hugs me and tells me that if he wanted to see me again for a little bit he would appreciate it. Maybe before I leave he says. I tell him of course, I will do my best. I will see him again this trip.

 

He says goodbye and walks to Soi Twilight to go to work. I tail him, careful to not appear that I was with him, and I enter the Soi. The Soi was just coming to life in this early evening. There were some people already at the Hot Male beer bar and Scorpion bar. The distinctive white tank tops of the Bangkok Massage boys were standing out in the distance. Touts were not as aggressive at this hour, and I was able to walk by the bars unmolested. I only had two hours or less to make things happen before BurBoy descends on my trip again.

 

From my online conversations with forum members paulsf and ggobkk, they told me that a few bars are now welcoming non-Thais back into their fold. The police raid of the Soi a few months ago meant that non-Thais were not allowed to work in the Soi for a while. Dream Boy does not have this problem as they only employ Thais. But bars like Fresh Boys and Hot Male were affected, and my visit last July was sub-par because I thought the mix of Thais and non-Thais made those bars a must-go for me. Now I heard from them that Hot Male has not welcomed back the non-Thais, but Fresh Boys now has, and even have employed some of the former Hot Male Viets. So I decide to check that bar out.

 

I’ve only been to Fresh Boys a number of times, and haven’t been there for the show. Just by customer attendance alone, Dream Boy usually sucks the oxygen out of the Soi and it is the big player among the gogo bars in Bangkok, leaving the rest to fend for scraps. I am eager to try out the other bars in the Soi, but usually end up in Dream Boy anyhow. I have offed guys in Tawan and Jupiter in the past, but have yet to off anyone on Soi Twlight outside of Dream Boy. Maybe it will change tonight as I enter Fresh Boys.

 

At 8:30 PM I see two other customers in the bar, one farang and an Asian, both older. One of the mamasans directs me to my seat at the center of the bar facing the stage. I order a rum and coke and quickly get my drink served to me. There were about 5 boys onstage when I get there. All of them young twinks, all of them in tight white briefs.  Always a great look for me. Simple is always the best. Let the boy’s beauty shine through. Four of them weren’t catching my fancy, but the fifth one did. He was really cute, his body thin and his abs slightly protruding. He has a very cute face. He looks way younger but I’m sure he’s at least 20 years old.

 

I don’t show my hand right away. I play it cool and try to peruse the rest of the bar. There were boys sitting down and sometimes looking at me and the other customers. There were a couple of Viet-looking boys that I expected. I nodded in their direction. Of course that was the only acknowledgement they needed to go sit with me. One of them walks towards me. I shake my head and he says “OK”. He sits close to me anyway, to see if I change my mind at some point I guess. I admire his lean muscular body. He was probably my height, handsome face, and a clear bulge that had a lot of potential. White underwear is all that’s needed.

 

I enjoy my solitude for a while, but I knew that I needed to act quick if I was gonna find my next boy. I look back to the stage. The boy that I like is intently looking at me. OK, he is cute, twinkish, and probably a bottom. I invite him over to have a drink with me. He smiles and sits beside me. The mamasan quickly rushes over and asks if I was buying the boy a drink. I say yes and the boy tells him what he was drinking.

 

His skin is warm to the touch, and I put my hands around his arm and feel how smooth his skin is. I look at his body and appreciate his youth and freshness. He is not too muscular, but he has a bit of a defined chest and some abs. He is rail thin but enough meat on his bones to strike my fancy. He smells great, a mix of soap and slight hint of cologne. His hair short and styled a little bit. Simple and sexy. And face is cute and youthful. I ask him his name and how old he is. He tells me and says he is 19. I ask if he was Thai, he says no, he was Cambodian. Typical, I pick the Khmer boy.

 

He asks me the stock questions (what your name, where you from, how long stay Bangkok), and I get the usual responses (I thought you are Thai guy). I then tell him I just came from PP and SR. He seemed delighted to hear this, and asked me if I liked Cambodia. I tell him yes, and gave him a short version of my trip. I tell him about Choeung Ek and Angkor. I tell him about the three Khmer boys. He says next time I should take him. I say maybe. In my head I thought, am I just collecting Cambodians now?

 

I was enjoying the conversation, the youthful exuberance, and the seemingly sincere interest in me. I was enjoying his closeness, his sexiness, and his charm. We toast several times and I finish my drink. I then ask him what he did in bed. I get the magical words “I everything.” I can certainly work with everything. I feel his smooth legs and he takes my hand and puts it on his crotch. He is not playing around. I put my hand on his back and get a feel of his ass. I can make so many things happen with this boy.

 

I feel my phone vibrate. I take a look and it was BurBoy sending a Line messages. I take a look and notice that it is 9:30 PM. I read the messages and he says he just arrived in Silom. He asked me where I was and asked if I landed. If any of you have Line, you know that if you have read a message, the sender can see that you have read it. I haven’t figured out how to turn this feature off yet, not that I needed to till now. So it was too late to say that my flight is delayed or something. He knows I am online and can read my messages.

 

I had to make a decision. Am I short time offing this boy? He certainly has done a good job seducing me and I am way turned on by him. But BurBoy is in Silom now and can potentially bump into me while with the boy. Is new ass better than the ass you love? I guess right now, the answer is no. I have too much going on with BurBoy to risk it. And I was looking forward to spending the next five nights basking in his love and his kinetic personality.

 

So, disappointing all sex tourists everywhere, I tell the boy that I will not be able to off him tonight. I was honest and told him my "boyfriend" is waiting for me. I fish out 200 baht and gave it to him as a tip. He wais in gratitude. This is more than what I usually tip a boy who sits with me, but I felt bad for him. I tell him I will be back for him, someday. I motion to the mamasan that I was leaving.

 

I text BurBoy and tell him I am "on my way" to Silom. I text him that I just got on a taxi and on my way now from the airport. He acknowledges and tells me he will wait for me. I ask him where he is now, he says he is near Silom Soi 2 just checking out the night market.

 

I get my check (700 baht for two drinks), give 7 100 baht bills and a 50 baht tip to the mamasan. I thank the Cambodian boy with a slight tear in my eye that I cannot ravage him tonight, and leave the bar. I make a right on Surawong Rd to go back to the condo, almost running. I get to the condo and try to straighten up the bed that was just used by DTG and myself. I re-pack my stuff to seem like I just dropped off my bags. And double-checked to make sure there were no traces of me being in the condo for about 9 hours now. I guess this is what cheating spouses feel like after inviting over a lover to their home.

 

I freshen up at the main bathroom, and I thought about wiping down the sink to get rid of the trace of me doing so, but thought that was silly. Of course I can freshen up right now before I see him. That seems normal. I Line BurBoy and tell him I just got to the condo and will freshen up and head over to Silom. He says he is still by Soi 2 and looking at underwear. I get a photo of some underwear he is looking at.

 

I take a deep breath. Boy number 2 was not meant to be. I leave the condo, cross the street, cut through Soi Tantawan, wave past Tawan, get on Silom and start looking for BurBoy. After walking a few blocks I see him, with his big backpack on his back, looking so adorable. A rush of love comes over me. I made the right choice. Mister Right and Mister Right Now are both BurBoy.

 

The night is not done…

You are so mean   , I was about to shut computer down and go to the bed when your newest post appeared, thank you 

Yes, Vinapu has it correct....my sleep was delayed because of this new post. Numazu is mean at not letting us sleep our regular hours! ...on the other hand it gives us opportunity to get accustomed to not sleeping when in Thailand or Cambodia !! So, keep posting Numazu! Your posts are really enthralling

looking at bright side, in about 11 hrs next installment should appear / no pressure numazu , LOL /

Day 6.9: The Remains of the Day

 

Just a primer on my Myanmar Boy (BurBoy):

Boy #1: Myanmar boy. 22 year old with golden brown skin, face of a child, well muscled body that works hard. I spent a surreal week with him in Phuket, mostly with shirts off, in the pool, the beach, the pool bar, in our room making love. I met him last October. He works at a restaurant at the Ratchada area in BKK. Lives with his mom and sister, and earns a measly 5000 baht a month plus tips. 

I met BurBoy last October on Grindr. To me, he is not a Money Boy per se, and he did not expect me to tip him, but he worked as a waiter in a Ratchada area restaurant, not earning a lot of money but fine with it, and living with his family. He has lived in Thailand since he was 10, and now at 22 is more Thai than Burmese. He has been in more places in Thailand than Myanmar, has spoken, read and written in Thai most of his life, and gets mistaken for Thai everywhere he goes. Because of our income disparities, whenever I hang out with him I pay for everything. From meals, to drinks, to airplane tickets, or the occasional clothing or random gift purchase. He does not want me to tip him, and gets quite offended when it is discussed. He considers me a friend, who just happens to pay for everything. He has a handful of farang guys who tip him for sexual services, and he has a more traditional money boy relationship with them. I’ve encountered similar boys in this type of scenario numerous times before, but he is the one who has stuck with me the longest.

 

Its important to know why I am smitten with this guy, because I am choosing to be with him now instead of Cambodia Guy (CB) or Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG), two boys I hold in high regard. BurBoy embodies what I keep going back to Thailand for: his youth (22, looks younger) keeps me feeling younger than my 35, his physique (lean and taut muscle, effortless musculature) keeps me horny to no end, his face (large expressive eyes, pleasant features, amazing smile) keeps me staring at it with awe, and his heart (very generous, loves intimacy) seems to love me.

 

So the rush of love I feel when I see him can only be surpassed by the rush I feel for another person: my BF. The rush is akin to suddenly figuring out that everything is going to be alright. Just seeing their faces, their familiar profiles, their familiar voice, fills me with comfort. So that’s what I am feeling right now, right here in Bangkok, on the eternally busy Silom Rd, in the middle of the night market. In a city filled with delights and sensations that can only be found in this part of the earth, I only wanted to be with him. Sure, I need the newness of a “fresh boy” once in a while, and will continue to do so in future trips, but right now I want to bask in the glow of BurBoy’s attention.

 

I see him, at a night market stall, looking at underwear, his giant backpack on his back. I sneak up to him and casually put my arm around him. He freezes and then looks at me and breaks out that giant smile of his. He hugs me and kisses my cheek. He asks how my flight was. I tell him it was uneventful. He then asks what we were doing next. I tell him we should go to the condo and he should drop off his bag, freshen up and then I told him I wanted to check out a boy show. After that we can get something to eat.

 

As we walk back to the condo, BurBoy holds my hand, sometimes puts his arm around me, sometimes leans in for a kiss. As I have said before, he is not shy with public show of affection. We get to the condo and the he says hi to the guard. I wonder what the guard thinks about me and my ever changing companions. He probably has seen much much worse. We get to the condo and he puts his bag in the corner and plops himself on the couch.

 

“Sex?” he asks me. Now? “Yes, I no chuck wow for 4 days.” I love that. But not now I need to see my friend paulsf at Hot Male. “Why now? Not later?” No he probably is there for the Hot Male show so we can meet him at the bar. “Hot Male like Tawan? Big boy with one pack?” No, Hot Male is a boy bar. More boys, small, not big like Tawan. “You want threesome tonight?” No, I know you joke me. “Yes I no like threesome.”

 

I’ve been planning to meet paulsf, as well as other Gay Thailand forum members, this trip. It’s nice to put faces to names. paulsf is the resident Hot Male expert so where better to meet than at Hot Male. It was almost 10:30 PM, the time of the show, so we walk hurriedly on Surawong Rd. We get to Hot Male and immediately was pulled in by a tout. I believe that their tout is the most aggressive of the Soi. He has an advantage. His bar is one of the closest to the entrance of the Soi, so he only has to pull you a short distance.

 

We get to Hot Male and it was half filled with customers. This was the most customers I’ve seen this bar have ever in the handful of times I’ve been to this bar. We get seated in a good seat right in the center of the non-smoking section of the bar. There were a good selection of boys, all Thais I’ve been told, and they ranged from rail-thin to muscular adonises to a little bit chunky. I obviously gravitated towards the adonises, and guessed that they were all straight and all tops.

 

BurBoy was busily scanning the boys as well. He sees one or two he likes and tells me that they are cute. He says he wouldn’t mind topping those two. He and I had the same taste as I also wanted to top those two. I told him what I guessed, that they were all straight and tops. “I think they are man. Not woman.” I tell him. He says “Really? That no good. I no like.” I no like too.

 

I don’t see paulsf in the bar. Did I go on the wrong night? I scan his messages to me and I confirmed that it was today that we talked about meeting. I message one of his viet friends on WhatsApp and the boy immediately responds. He says that paulsf was with him and they were just eating dinner. I told him I was at Hot Male watching the show. He said that they will be back to Hot Male after dinner.

So we watch the show while we wait. The show was the same as last time I was there:

 

At 10:30 PM was the longer show of course, but it was more or less the same. Again, I missed the Viet boys that I saw in the bar last April, even if I haven’t offed any of them, or anyone in this bar. My thoughts of Hot Male last trip:

 

Without the Viet boys, Hot Male is just not the same. The Thai boys left were just not working for me. I tried hard to look for a good one, and Viet Boy kept on recommending boy after boy for me to take home, saying they can bottom. The viet boys last April really made the bar for me, so now I am just disappointed with the current selection. I just enjoy Viet Boy’s company, his attention, his occasional pecks on my cheek, occasional comments on my looks.

 

In the bar, the first short show comes and goes. Same numbers I saw last April, but since its just the short show it was only about three numbers.  A big cock show, a striptease show with two boys wearing coveralls. A candle show with two boys gyrating while pouring hot wax on their torsos. And a chuck wow show with two boys, with one of them cumming onstage. Pretty standard stuff, not really all that special (how jaded I have become). 

 

 

BurBoy was stifling giggles in some of the numbers. Perhaps some of it was just too much for him. He is not a bar boy, so this is potentially all new to him.

 

The show ends and the boys go back onstage to advertise their wares. We pay up our drinks (800 baht) and head down to the Hot Male beer bar. I see paulsf with his viet friend and we talk about the night. It’s nice to talk to a forum member, and sharing some stories of our experiences is always a treat. He tells me there were other forum members who were in the beer bar earlier. I apologized for being late but I was dealing with my quest for a second boy that didn’t pan out. We talk some more before I tell him that we have to eat dinner. I was hungry and I bet BurBoy was as well. I tell paulsf that we will be back tomorrow, and I am hoping I will remember to be early this time.

 

I ask BurBoy what he wanted to eat. He told me he wants some Thai food but did not want to get street food. It was almost 12 midnight now so our choices are limited, so there was only one location I thought would be good: Foodland Patpong. Its my go-to for cheap, fast and late-night fare. We head over to Patpong and we get to Foodland.

 

As two very hungry boys we order five things between us. I had the foresight to sit in a table for four because my experience in this restaurant has been that I go with boys that order a ton of food, and sitting in a table for two is too small for all the food. The food comes we devour the food. In between bites BurBoy asks me about how I know paulsf. I don’t tell him about our little forum here so I make up some story about meeting him in a previous trip. He is very perceptive, and naturally curious, something I adore about him. He sincerely wants to know about me, my life, my associations and my passions.

 

Over dinner I show him photos of Cambodia. I tell him about the Killing Fields, something he has some idea of, and showed him some photos. Then I show Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm and he liked the stunning photos I showed him. I had to skip a ton of photos in my phone because they were of my Khmer boys. I almost slipped up and almost showed him an incriminating photo. I need to put my wholesome Cambodia photos in a separate folder so I can show it to other people. That’s what I usually do when showing photos to my BF.

 

“Do you want to see Myanmar with me?” Of course! I always wanted to see it. “I can show you Yangon and Bagan when you visit me next time.” Yes because you are moving to Myanmar after I leave this trip. “Yes I want to live my country again.” I think I can come December. I tell him I can plan on going to Myanmar when I get back to America after this trip.

 

We finish up our dinner and our conversation and we head back to the condo. It was almost 1 AM and the frenzied activities of the past 6 days was bearing down on me. I was with BurBoy 5 nights ago in Bangkok, and now I find myself in his arms again. A ton of things happened in between those 5 nights of course, and all that sex and touring and late nights drinking and bars and flights and kinetic Khmer boys is now hanging on to me like an anvil.

 

I tell BurBoy that we should have a quiet night tonight. He says it was OK but he reminded me of the quiet night we had 5 nights ago, when I was jet-lagged. I laugh and tell him that I owed him an exciting night or four, and he will get this starting tomorrow night. Right now I wouldn't mind getting to the condo and just relaxing.

 

We get to the condo and I took of my shoes and shorts and sat down on the bed. BurBoy immediately takes off all his clothes except his briefs and sits beside me. We talk a bit about Myanmar again. He shows me some photos of Yangon and what he likes about it. He explains to me the differences in Bangkok and Yangon. I get excited about the prospect of visiting the city, and visiting it with him.

 

He then puts his arm around me and kisses my cheek. Then my lips. Then my neck. He kisses me deeply and puts his phone down. He sits on my lap and we continue kissing. I reach in and feel his crotch. He is rock hard. There was no denying the boy. He wanted it now. I reach in a stroke his cock and take it out of his briefs. I take off his briefs and revel in his nakedness. I take his cock and peel back the foreskin: he was already leaking pre-cum. I slurp it up and take the whole cock in my mouth.

 

After a while he takes his cock out of my mouth and he takes off my boxers and shirt. He licks me all over: neck, nipples, tummy, and cock. He is familiar with me and what I like. He sucks me and puts it all in his mouth. We both roll around in the bed, take turns sucking each other. I rim him and the mixture of him and sweat make me crazy. I continue to rim him as he chuck-wows himself. After 10 minutes of this he cums and cum dribbles on his crotch and balls. I slurp up some of the cum clean it up. I take my own cock and chuck-wow till I cum on him as well.

 

He takes me to the shower and soaps me down as he usually does. He soaps up my butt and tells me that he will "fuck me tomorrow." I tell him maybe. I am not a bottom, but I have bottomed for him once before. I tell him I will try. We have five days together. I am sure we will have plenty of time to try.

One can be only envious hearing about such a fabulous and fun filled vacations you made for yourself

that sounds very expensive, or rather sounds like buying a brand new one. Why not buy a decent 2nd hand one? I bought mine for only 24k Baht or roughly $700, 3 years old with 15k km (about 10k miles) on it. Been driving it for a year with no problems whatsoever. That way he could get started much sooner. Buying brand new is a waste of money IMO.

Regarding the motorbike, much like a fancy mobile phone among many young people around here, it also serves as a status symbol. You've said he and his family used to be very poor, so being able to buy a brand spanking new motorbike instead of some rusty secondhand hovel will be seen as quite an accomplishment.

So while I personally also feel tempted to say it would be wiser to buy a $700 moto and save the remaining money in the bank, I realize that it's unlikely to happen.

That's not at all limited to moneyboys, by the way. Among my Thai colleagues whose salary is significantly lower than mine, it's very common to buy the latest gadgets or cars they cannot really afford, without much of a thought given to the monthly payments that keep piling up. I probably have the cheapest phone among my colleagues and use it twice as long as anyone else before buying the next one.

and not limited to Thais either. In our countries we have many people who are buying stuff they don't need for a money they don't have to impress people they don't even like.

 

I have confirmed that CB wants a new motorbike. He said that used ones are "no good" and there is a specific color and model he wants to buy. I guess it is a status symbol for him as well. I remember being affected by status symbols in my 20s. Not so much now in my 30s, though love buying the occasional nice kicks once in a while.

 

there is no such thing as "diesel fumes" from motorbikes, motorbikes with diesel engines do not exist. They either run on regular petrol (4-stroke engine) or a mix of petrol and oil (2-stroke engine). The latter are much louder than the 4-strokes, and emit smelly fumes. Luckily, they are few and far between these days, as most motorbikes in the region are modern japanese 4 stroke models. 

 

SR closer to SR - I would think so LOL!  

 

ok enough, smart-ass mode OFF! 

 

Haha thanks anddy for catching those. I don't have an editor and hardly re-read these to catch errors so allow me a few mistakes once in a while .

 

There are diesel powered motorbikes around, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diesel_motorcycle, however they are not common. 

I'm looking forward to read about exploits in Bangkok with DTG.

And 3 boys before the day was done? If not platonic, but gymnastics, I wouldn't manage.

 

interesting, thanks for the correction. I just concluded from their complete absence from any public streets that they don't exist and didn't bother googling diesel bikes coz it doesn't make much sense as the article  confirms. Nevertheless I have to correct myself and say they surely don't exist on the streets of Siem Reap or Bangkok or any other place in the region 

 

I am no gear head, so I will defer to those of you know these things to talk about this. I could have just said "exhaust fumes" . 

 

that's always disadvantage of  sightseeing with locals wherever it may be , good that you pointed it out .

 

Even with most excellent guides you are bound to wear their glasses so to speak.

And I'm sure that if somebody asked us to give them a tour of Bangkok, we 'd find  a way of showing them Patpong, Silom and Suriwong even if  they were our grandparents or their friends.

 

I love seeing a country through a local's eyes because I always discover things that run-of-the-mill tourist guides usually don't show tourists. But also love traveling along and discovering things for myself. So a healthy combination of both is usually nice. I had constant company this trip so I need some balance next time.

 

I am becoming addicted to your daily reports Numazu  ) 

 

You are so mean   , I was about to shut computer down and go to the bed when your newest post appeared, thank you 

 

Yes, Vinapu has it correct....my sleep was delayed because of this new post. Numazu is mean at not letting us sleep our regular hours! ...on the other hand it gives us opportunity to get accustomed to not sleeping when in Thailand or Cambodia !! So, keep posting Numazu! Your posts are really enthralling

 

looking at bright side, in about 11 hrs next installment should appear / no pressure numazu , LOL /

 

One can be only envious hearing about such a fabulous and fun filled vacations you made for yourself

 

Thanks guys. The pressure is mounting! Unfortunately its constantly BurBoy posts from this point. Maybe its still interesting, I am not sure. So far it looks like you guys still like it. I like writing all this for myself, and love that you guys like it as well. I am eager to finish though so I can move on to planning my new trip .

 

I like your attitude

 

Me too hahaha. 

I have confirmed that CB wants a new motorbike. He said that used ones are "no good" and there is a specific color and model he wants to buy. I guess it is a status symbol for him as well. I remember being affected by status symbols in my 20s.

After I read about CB's $2,000 motorbike, I asked 2 Tawan boys about theirs. One boy recently bought at 200,000 Baht - 5,000 monthly payment 3 year loan. I don't know what sort of loan company gives a credit to a bar boy. I cannot believe they can get a loan in western countries. Now he says "no money" because of the monthly commitment. Another boy has Kawasaki and at the price of 285,000 Baht. They are not stars at Tawan.

The 200,000 price makes me think it is a motorcycle rather then motorbike  because $6000 seems a lot for those scooters .

 

Also all the dealers are happy to sell to Bar Boys if they have an adequate down payment. 1 missed payment and they take the bike back and boy loses his down payment.

 

Talk about scams!!!

Scams ... someone told me no one gets scammed in Thailand ...ah just a moment!

Well my post about Thai boys getting scammed not farangs in case you missed the difference.

Day 7.0:  BurBoy with the Good Hair*

 

Today was the day to do nothing. I love filling my vacations with countless activities to rack up at the memories. But sometimes, you just need to do nothing. Recharge the batteries. Stop and smell the roses. This was the day for it. Actually this might be the next four days for it. I plan on just hanging out with my Myanmar Boy (BurBoy) and bask in his love.

 

So no alarms set this morning. I was staying at an AirBNB condo, so no cleaning ladies to knock at our door to ask us if we needed the room cleaned. It was my chance to get a full 8 hours or more of rest. And I do, waking up at 12:15 PM, feeling refreshed, and very hungry. I look to my right and see BurBoy, all curled up and under the covers, cold from the condo’s aircon. I always want the room cooler than what my current partner’s is comfortable with, but that’s what thick comforters are for.

 

I slowly wake him up by the only way I know how. I start stroking his cock, big even asleep, and it grows to the thickness I have been used to. I swim under the covers and put the cock in my mouth.

After 2 minutes my jaw couldn’t take it anymore and I stop chowing down on his dick. I look up and he has his eyes still closed. He then says “Hello, baby.” And then giggles. “What you want? You want sex?” I say maybe.  He throws away the covers and reveals his perfect body and hard cock. He moves closer to kiss me. We have a quick but passionate chuck-wow session to take care of our morning wood.

 

We wipe down and clean up. I tell him I was really hungry. We get dressed and get ready to head out for breakfast. I was feeling some eggs and bacon this morning, and a coffee would probably be heavenly as well. I whip out my phone and look for a café that had these things. It was almost 1 PM so not everyone was serving breakfast anymore. BurBoy tells me to stop looking at my phone and just “look outside for eat.” I can’t argue with this kind of common sense. I go to my bathroom and brush my teeth and we are on our way out the door.

 

We get on Surawong Rd and head in the direction to Soi Twilight and start hunting for food. We find a nice café at the other side of the street called Bunfe Café. It looked fairly modern so this may work for my cravings this morning. We head inside and the décor would fit any other café in the USA:

 

 

We order at the counter and sit down. The cashier/waiter was pretty cute and young and tall. I get the American breakfast that had a croissant with butter, ham, sausages and an egg. BurBoy gets a pasta dish with cream sauce and ham. I get my coffee and he gets two kinds of juices. While we wait for our food we see that there were three Thai ladies sitting in the corner table having a meeting and sipping coffee. On the other side of the café there was a farang couple eating their breakfast. We get out drink orders first, but it takes some time to get our food, but it was worth it:

 

 

BurBoy complains “Why long?” I tell him I had no idea. We both dig in and savor the food. We have a pleasant conversation about Cambodia and Myanmar. He tells me that he finds the sound of the Khmer language funny. He says a few words in Khmer, in perfect tone and cadence and I was impressed. He says that its funny how jagged and guttural most Khmer sentences sound. I ask him why he was familiar with this. He says he lived with a Khmer roommate for a few months and he would be exposed to lengthy Khmer phone calls that his roommate had with his Khmer friends and family. He says he finds his own language more soothing and smooth sounding.

 

I tell him I want to do some errands today. I wanted to get a haircut, and I told him that he was more than welcome to get one himself. He asks where will I go for a haircut. I tell him my favorite has always been Cutey and Beauty in Thaniya Plaza. I like going to this salon, because you can go here for not just a haircut, but also your waxing, manicure and pedicure and foot massage needs. I usually go the morning after I arrive from America for some much needed pampering. I get a fresh haircut, maybe a mani and pedi, and sometimes a foot massage and a facial. At their website at http://cuteyandbeauty.com/service.php they have a couple of “Jet Lag” specials obviously marketed to the upmarket farang. The prices are not cheap, but for the visiting farang, it is still cheaper than comparable service back home.

 

We finish our food and drinks, and I tell BurBoy I am still hungry. He laughs and says he was a little hungry as well. I tell him we will have something to eat later. I pay up for the meals (600 baht total) and we make our way to Thaniya Plaza. Walking through Soi Thaniya is always a treat. It always looks different in the day as it does at night. We head into the building and take the escalators up to the 3^rd floor to the Cutey and Beauty floor. We go through the golf supply stores and kiosks that litter the floor. It was BurBoy’s first time in this plaza so he was curiously scanning the area. He looks at the merchandise and looks me and asks “What is golf?” I point to some photos and explain what golf was. He asks if I played golf. I said I didn’t, but maybe in the future.

 

We get to Cutey and Beauty and there were no customers. We both get greetings in Thai and I answer in English. I asked for a haircut, and told the barber that BurBoy needed one as well. BurBoy talks to him in Thai and they exchange a few sentences before one of the helpers asked me if I wanted water. I said no I was good, but BurBoy answered and he was given a bottled water. I tell BurBoy he should be first, so one of the helpers leads him to the sinks in the back to wash his hair. He emerges with a towel on his head, and sits down to start the haircut.

 

After a few directions from BurBoy, the barber starts cutting his hair. BurBoy then has a jovial conversation with the barber in Thai. I had no idea what they were talking about, but it was clear that the barber was enjoying his conversation with BurBoy. I know BurBoy can charm the pants off just about anyone, and his personality is one of his main strengths. The helpers were listening in to the conversation. He gets a trendy cut, and having a fresh haircut makes him look even younger than he already does. He gets his hair washed again to get rid of the stray hair and he gets his hair styled by the barber.

 

It was my turn and after getting my hair washed as well, the barber asks me what I wanted. I begin telling him, and BurBoy chimes in, in Thai, what he thought I liked. I have had a haircut with BurBoy before in Phuket, so he probably remembered how I liked it. The barber does a good job making me look human, and BurBoy did a good job describing how I wanted my hair. Wash, rinse, style. I pay up (400 baht X2), and give the barber a 100 baht tip. The barber wais and BurBoy says his Thai goodbyes and we leave.

 

BurBoy complimented me on my new haircut and kissed my cheek. BurBoy tells me that they thought I was Thai. He said they were talking about me for a bit and he explained that I was American and we were “boyfriends” and we knew each other for almost a year now. They were curious about him as well and asked him if he belonged to any bar and he said no and told them what he did. He assured me that they didn’t say anything bad about me or judged me in any way. I thanked him for saying kind things about me and for explaining what kind of haircut I liked.

 

We walk back to the condo and talk about what we wanted to do today. I tell him I had no plans today so if he wanted to do something let me know. He says he wanted to check out the gym and the pool at the condo. I tell him this sounded great. We go by one of the 7-11’s on the way and get some snacks and waters. BurBoy shows me a Meiji chocolate protein drink, I tell him good idea because we are going to the gym. He shows me some frozen dinners that he thought we could heat up in the microwave at the condo. I point to a chicken and basil with rice, and he gets a shrimp omelette with rice. We pay up and he carries all the bags for me.

 

We get back to the room and change to gym clothes. I wore a sleeveless moisture wicking shirt, gym shorts and tennis shoes. He wears a tank top, his normal shorts and his tennis shoes as well. We open up our protein drinks and start drinking it on the way to the gym.

 

We get to the floor where the pool and gym were and it turns out they were by the offices where we met the receptionist lady. I did not notice the pool there before. It was 3 PM on a Friday, and there was no one in the pool or the gym. The gym was fairly small, but it was good enough for two people working out together (website photo):

 

 

We start doing weights and working out and BurBoy works up a sweat. He takes off his tank top AND shorts and works out in his speedos, which he had underneath his shorts. I was not complaining, of course. His tan body and muscular frame looked good tense and straining while working those weights. I had no choice but take pictures, of course. It was my moral obligation to record this kind of beauty for posterity. He posed, with and without dumbells in his hands. I can’t show you guys any of the photos, of course, but sufficed to say I will cherish these photos forever.

 

After 45 minutes of weights and photos and giggling and laughing we are done with the gym. We go back to the room and I put on my swimsuit (shorts) and we both take a short shower to clean up. We wrap both our bodies in towels and head back to the pool. The pool, like the gym, was small, but again, good enough for two boys. We take a dip and the water was lukewarm but fine (website photo):

 

 

This brings back memories of my crazy week with BurBoy in Phuket. We stayed at the Holiday Inn Resorts Phuket, and it had 10 pools or something crazy. Our room was one of the villas that was connected to a more secluded pool that you can access directly from the room. We spent a lot of time swimming and kissing and drinking and laughing in that pool. We didn’t care about the other guests, and they didn’t seem to mind.

 

Noone was there with us so we had a similar experience. The pool was smaller so no laps were done. And there was no swim-up bar so no alcohol was to be had. But the same affection, the kissing, hugging, laughing, and conversation happened. I didn’t need drinks or laps to enjoy BurBoy. As long as I was with him, I know I’ll have an enjoyable time.

 

It was past 5 PM when we were done. We get to the room he said he was hungry and wanted to heat up the dinners. I grab both meals from the freezer and heat up the food. I take two plates that were in the kitchen cupboard and emptied the plastic trays to put the entrees in the plates. I take two spoons and forks from the silverware drawer and I put everything on the dining table. We have a pleasant mini-dinner and my chicken and basil was actually pretty good and spicy.

 

After dinner we get in the shower to wash off the pool water off of our bodies. He grabs the soap and starts soaping me up. He takes particular attention to my cock and makes it grow. He was up to something. He was horny again. He chuck-wows me and kisses me. I take the soap from him and soap him down. He is already hard and is liking my hands all over his body. He takes the soap again and his hands makes their way to my back. He soaps my ass and then works my hole. I let him put a finger in. After a lot of kissing, caressing and touching, we rinse and towel dry.

 

I have to skip describing this part. It was all hot and sexy and great. But he wanted to fuck me, so I let him. I wanted to make him happy. I am not a good bottom, but I took it like a champ. And he looked like an alpha stud thrusting in and out of me. He came in the condom. It was worth the slight pain and discomfort.

 

I take a quick shower to rinse my ass and he helps me soap down. We both collapse back into the bed and take a nap.

 

To be continued…

 

 

 

*plus points if you get this reference

I have to say that the way you describe each of your encounter with Burboy is better than porn. I especially like the gym workout segment whereby Burboy starts taking off his clothing in the gym ... I would love to walk in on the two of you doing that erotic workout & posing.

Who's the wiser.

He might just be the famous screenwriter/scriptwriter from the West Coast ;-)