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It's time... When I wake up it's mid-morning (10am-ish) and it's my last day. I make some tea and start sorting through my receipts, then checking email. Van wakes shortly afterwards and from the comfort of the bed watches me pack. This is a fairly easy pack as my only purchases were some shirts in Pattaya and some more in Bangkok. I leave room for some workout shirts from a vendor on Silom near Nakarat. I've been bargaining for two nights now as I walk by. The price last night was acceptable but I didn't wanl to carry anything. I talk with Van about today. He is off - actually, I'm offing him. He tells me how much to give him, which is less than if I went into the club and paid the fee. I ask if there's anything he'd like to do and get the programmed "it's up to you". I suggest we go out in a couple of hours and ask him to trust me. I shave and get into the shower, he joins me. It's a gentle way to begin to say goodbye. Around two we head out and walk to Sathorn...Van is surprised as we haven't walked this way before. He asks if we are going to the BTS and I answer "yes, but, no". I'm using he station walkways to cross over the traffic. Once across, we are at the MahaNakhon plaza...the King Power Tower plaza. Last night, Reader and I speculated on what it would be like to bring some of the guys we like up to the rooftop...speculation inspired by DivineMadman's doing just that. The answer to the speculation - surprise, joy, excitement, amazement...we did go out on the glass floor once the blue booties had been attached to out feet. It was no where near as crowded as the night before. Yes, it was hot under the mid day sun but it had it's own charms. We stayed somewhat more than an hour and then did the trip through the multi-level duty free shopping. We walked back via Silom to the hotel where we hung out. Around 6:30 we headed over to Twilight so that Van could pay his off fee. This gave me an opportunity to say good bye to Pau and the other waiters at Maxi's. The Asian gentleman with a fondness for the massage staff across from Maxi's was already in place , tonight with 4 of the guys. Good for him, good for them, and great business for Maxi's. Everyone wins! Van and I have a drink (he has lemon tea) at Maxi's. I leave goodly tips for the waiters and the bartender, give a 100 baht to the Hot Male grabbers - and we head out. I pick up the workout shirts from the street vendor, I mentioned. Back at the hotel, I finish packing, giving all the remaining toiletries to Van, I give him some baht for his time. The baht are in an envelope. He doesn't open it, just puts it in his wallet and that goes into his backpack. It's now about midnight and time to go to the airport. When I booked my ticket, I was most interested in when I'd arrive so I could get to Pattaya in time for some interpersonal interaction (!) and as to a return, I need to be back on Saturday, December 1st. My return isn't through Tokyo - my usual routing, but via Hong Kong and Hong Kong Airlines from BKK to HK. It's always a mess at the Hong Kong Kong Airlines checkin...so in addition to the flight being earlier than ANA, I do need extra time...sort of a long explanation for why I'm heading out from the city as the clock strikes 12. Saying goodbye..we've done this a dozen times, but, this time is a bit more difficult... Van waves goodbye as the taxi pulls out and passes him. I make the airport, long wait to check in...Hong Kong Airlines is not a Star Alliance partner so no priority line. Bags checked through to San Francisco. Security and Immigrations go quickly, I board the plane, and fall asleep before boarding is complete, and wake up when the plane touches down in Hong Kong. Good thing I slept then as my United flight to California was 100% full and I slept very little. While in Hong Kong, I "Lined" to Max, Sophy, and Nuguyen and chatted with each. Van and I use We Chat and he had messaged me while was asleep on the plane. Clearly, I'm struggling with saying goodbye to so many good guys. (that may also be why this report has taken so long to publish). Home...and six weeks later I'm still thinking about the trip, the highs, the lows, the guys stay in touch, Max changing his screen name every week (Max, Maximum, Maxx...!), Van still working to pay off his debts, etc. etc. Me...I'm reading Spoon's report which is incredibly good and reminding me that I should be beginning to plan another visit to the Land of Smiles Thanks for reading, commenting, pm-ing, and all that sort of thing.

I’m currently sitting at ‘Swampy’ having just spent 4 nights in Bangkok. This was my first time in Thailand and I thought that there might be some interest in a fresh account? There will likely be details missing that some might be looking for, this is deliberate. Feel free to ask anything you’d like to know though and I’ll decide if it’s something I’m happy to share, but as a youngish person I have some concerns about the longevity of comments made on the internet. Day 1 I arrived in the late afternoon after a very long flight. Thailand was new territory for me so I wasn’t quite sure how anything worked but having spent a lot of time reading these forums I felt at least a little prepared. Immigration was simple though I did have a momentary panic when I saw the signs about visas and saw so many filling out forms. It turned out not to be relevant so I made my way though and joined the hordes looking for a taxi, or at least I thought that was what they were doing. A group of teenage boys were coming through arrivals, however, and they were they seemed to be causing a lot of excitement. A boy band maybe? There was a pretty decent crowd but fortunately they all chased after the apparently famous lads which cleared some space. I should mention at the point that the handle on my bag had broken mid flight so I was left dragging it by the top which would likely have been humorous for any onlookers had they not all been so singularly focused on the aforementioned boy band. I found the taxi line and after maybe 15min was on my way. The driver used the meter and didn’t seem to be a scoundrel which was a huge relief. I had the address for the Raya on my phone in Thai and that made things really simple. I was tired and jet lagged but as I pulled up in front of the Raya I could see the lights of Twilight and I quickly decided that sleep was for the weak. It was here that I committed my first faux pas as I had taken out cash at the airport but hadn’t realized I’d need such small change. Fortunately the doorman stepped out, paid the taxi for me and said I could sort the fare with reception. Excellent service and greatly appreciated. My room at The Raya was huge by hotel standards and quite nicely furnished, though the size left it feeling a little bare. My only issue with the room was that the shower/tub combo is badly designed and tends to flood the bathroom when used. A short while later I braved o and made my way into the soi. I was expecting the hot male and xboys guys and managed to brush them off as I made my leisurely way down, taking in the sights. Unfortunately this was a very clear signal to literally everyone that I was a first timer, faux pas number two. I kept brushing off the grabbers until the classic boys guy pointed out ‘there aren’t any more, that’s the end.’ He was correct so I turned back and headed into Dreamboys which was on my list of places I wanted to see. I was ushered in quickly and given a seat with a promise that the show would start soon. There were roughly two dozen patrons and around 20 guys parading around on stage. A broad range of shapes and sizes though I was left wondering why on earth some of them had been given a job. If you like twinks, twunks or muscular men then you’d have some eye candy to drool over. The show started as promised and my excitement turned to disappointment as the guys doing the dancing were amongst the oldest of the group and not the best looking either. A reluctance to be in the shows was a theme I would notice amongst the younger guys across the bars. The show was fine overall but very heavy on drag and frankly that didn’t appeal to me at all. The sudden revealing of large cocks from under dresses had all the subtlety of a footballer on talent night and subsequent acts involving the audience felt a tad cringey. But that may just be my own shyness, the guy they dragged from the audience seemed to be having a great time after all, despite treatment that bordered on molestation. The mamasan or captain at Dreamboys was probably the best of the bars I visited. He was subtle, polite and knew when to piss off and leave me alone, which was most of the time. At no time did I feel under pressure by him to make purchases though he made sure I knew how to ask if I wanted anything. That ended up being a lot longer than I’d expected. If there’s interest, I’ll continue when I have more time. Day 2 features Moonlight and a chance to see some famous/infamous names in the flesh.

Coming to a message board for me is like being in a friendly town, sitting on the porch of a store listening to the group of friends hold a chat. Some talk about the day they had, some of the sex they had or wish to have, but the favorite of the group is the guy that can spin a yarn of captivation and drama. Did it happen? Maybe. Is it all true? Who's to say. One thing for sure, we enjoy his stories.

Hey, I have seen many recomendations that the best way to enjoy Medellin with it’s handsome boys is to contact them previously by Chaturbate , and agree something with them. Well I am going to Colombia for the second time in 2 weeks , again it is a business trip, but this time I will take some days free to enjoy the city. Found a really nice guy at Cam4, and I am really excited to see him, he is a twinkish type, but with a really beautiful face and a hot butt, also very hung. So to make it easier to the ones interested: Fist thing - Many is the boys are not allowed to give their contact info, they work for the studios and their messages during the cam chat can be followed by somebody from the studio. So, many boys will not answer if you ask straight away their WhatsApp. And many will never say that. Some may sell that info - I saw some adds on profiles saying that the WhatsApp number costs 300 Tks (the studio owner will take part of that, and maybe it is not even the personal WhatsApp but a “professional” one) 1 - Have an account at Chaturbate or Cam4 (I personally prefer Cam4 - much easier to filter the guys by location). 2 - Buy coins/tks , if you want to have the attention of a boy you really need to tip. Otherwise they will ignore you. 3 - Search for the boys by location or tag, at Cam4 it is easy to filter by location (Colombia) - BUT here is a trick thing - Many hot boys (or studios) use different locations. There are many Colombians who use USA as location. The one that I found was listed as USA- So yes, you will loose some time going through the profiles and chatting with the boys. Anyway there are plenty of boys listed under Colombia at Cam4, if you don’t want to loose time go for it. 4 - start a conversation and TIP! If you give a tip (more than 5) they boy will probably send a private message with “thank you” , then you can talk privately with the boy.... maybe saying that you are going to visit, etc, etc - most boys will ask you to have a private show... etc etc, it is up to you. 5 - get his contact or pass your contact - if you are a good story teller you will be able to get their contacts with very low tips LOL, another easier way is to send your WhatsApp number and say that you wait a message from him. 6 - Be discreet - as I said many of the boys are not allowed to give their contact info - they can be fired because of that. Don’t ask contact info in the general chat, just by private message. Many of them use diffent locations, talk with the boys and trey to get where they really are - as already said in this forum most of the Latin guys are in Colombia. Well, everything I said here was already said somewhere else, but hopefully it makes it easier to the newcomers to have a tutorial like this. Cheers

I assumed that reader was just making a joke. Or perhaps more accurately given the strong reactions, trying to make a joke or make light of his apparent frustration. Given the various exchanges on the topic, that really seemed to be the only reasonable explanation. So maybe not so big a deal?? As so often when it's just words on a screen we miss out on the intonation or the arched eyebrows, or tones of exasperation, or other clues. Now I need to go figure out if I'm part-year Bangkok resident who likes massages and is rumoured to have a stash of wine at Maxi's, or am I really a homebound lesbian in South Dakota who writes gay porn for a living.....

I just want to write a brief report after my 3rdannual long trip to Havana. The first time was for 10 days. The second was for 4 weeks. And this time two weeks. I did write a very detailed 118-page diary-like reports inspired by Numazi the Great, but I did it in Chinese and published in a Taiwanese forum. If anyone’s interested, I’d post the links here. I’m sorry that English is not my mother tongue. Please bear with me with all possible mistakes. Prior to Havana, I did a little detour in LA, Puerto Vallarta, Guadalajara, Panama, Cartagena and Barranquilla. I had in total 32 days. Puerto Vallarta and Cartagena are very touristic places, with all the typical traits. Not that many prepagos as one might imagine and the local free boys are actually taking initiatives messaging me a lot. Guadalajara and Barranquilla are normal cities with mostly locals looking for fun. Panama is full of spoiled expats. But a very common thing in all these cities is guys talk too much but don’t always take the next step. They just keep on talking, as if that’s what they do all day long. I still get occasional messages from some now, six weeks after I left Latin America. Mexicans don’t always have the largest cocks but I have to praise their sexual power. I never encountered any Mexicans with ED problems. Actually they are all hard as rock and some cum too fast. No wonder ‘retardante’ condoms can be found everywhere and are more expensive. They certainly love showing off their ‘dureza extraordinaria’. Some tried weird positions on my which made me worry about breaking their tool. It was my first time in Panama, and I only met one local boy, twice. Big butt, huge cock, fucks long and nice. I had very positive opinion based on that very limited sample. He’s a sailor and worked around the world. One fantasy fulfilled… Cartagena and Barranquilla feel very different from Bogota or Medellin or Cali. I was offered for 30 dollars by one black prepago in Cartegena but I was not happy with his look. I met three local guys instead, including one super cute mulato and another one travelled with me to Barranquilla to visit his family. Barranquilla is such a boring, The main attractions are mediocre malls. One can end up of doing a lot of shopping there. How can such a city give birth to great artists such as Shakira and Sofia Vergara? I met one ‘indigena’ boy and unlike other Asia-originated blood, he’s equipped with an oversized tool. We hang out mostly by the rooftop pool. We also went to the zoo. Sex was good. But in general, I don’t consider Colombians as hung as Cubans, with the exception of Calians (guys from Cali… hummmm, Word wants to correct me). I had another mission: taking a Yellow Fever shot before reaching Cuba. A Taiwanese friend was refused at checkin from Brazil to Cuba without the yellow certificate. It got me worried. I called Copa and Avianca many times but no one could give me a definitive answer. Some said don’t need it because my flight to Havana originates from the north of Colombia, which is not considered as an epidemic zone. Some said I need it because I visited Panama before Colombia. Some said it depends on airport agents. And some said it depends on Havana border control. I was worried. I couldn’t find this vaccine in LA, neither in Mexico. I was told there was a ‘falta national’. In Panama the clinics changed the price from 5 USD to 100 USD but still couldn’t follow the demands. I was there on their national day anyway. I finally got my chance in Cartagena, and it was free. But one problem, it was less than 10 days (required advance for the vaccine to be considered valid) before my Havana flight. Out of desperation, I did a Chinese trick. I downloaded a yellow fever certificate online and photoshopped my name on it. Then I showed it to the doctors in Cartagena med centre on my phone asking for a replacement of my ‘lost’ certificate. I got the back dated yellow certificate, but the doctor refused to give me a new shot as they are supposed to be valid for life. At that point, I absolutely wanted my shot. Up on arrival at Barranquilla, I queued another two hours and got a shot there, and got a new certificate, a white one, not yellow. I was told to go to the main municipal med centre to exchange for the international yellow certificate. I did so, with accompany of my ‘indigena’ friend. No one asked for the Yellow Fever certificate anywhere. Back to Cuba. The first shock I had was how much the Cuban government increased price of the ‘visa-on-arrival’, from 20 Euros to about 70. So I strongly recommend you buying the Tarjeta del Tourista before boarding your plane. From Colombia it costs less than 20 Euros and even cheaper from Mexico. I had to buy it every time upon arrival because I’m from a country that is supposed to enjoy visa exemption in Cuba and hence most airlines refused to sell it to me. But of course no Cuban border control officer would accept his country loosing the valuable visa revenue. I protested furiously, not because I cared about the money. It’s not even one percent of the price of the bag I was carrying. I just felt it was so unfair. I was actually invited to attend their 40thHavana movie festival. So much for being ‘honored guest’! The lady was at first very hard on attitude, pulling up all my entry history and threatening blacklisting me. I responded hard, threatening taking the next flight back to Bogota and never return. I actually considered doing it. Then she started playing the ‘I hate this too, as I have to deal with it on daily basis’ card, and she played it well. I felt sorry for her. I paid the visa fee. I’m not proud of myself. On my taxi ride from Jose Marti airport to Havana, my driver told me he could get ‘Tarjeta del Tourista’ for 30 CUC. I wonder how that works. Havana felt the same at first. I rented a casa in the same area as before, in Vedado near Las Vegas. It’s not because I planned to go out every night. I actually never went there. It just happened to be the area I chose to stay in the first time and I stick to it. I did try Havana Central last time for a couple of days but didn’t like it at all. Streets are dirtier, buildings are shabbier, and people look sadder. Havana Vieja is way too crowed. Restaurants are twice more expensive and half good. So Vedado it is. I changed casa every time, because they are never perfect, most of them with noise issues. They are all around the small wifi park at 25 y O. After a few days, I started to see the difference. The most visible one was the burgeoning restaurant / café / bar scene in that area. Cuba finally recognizes private properties in the constitution, and maybe that was the big encouragement. The new restaurants are much less expensive than the traditional state-owned ones. The food is much tastier, and the service is much friendlier. Now you can get a very decent full meal with drinks for less than 10 CUC. Lots of them are offering lobsters for under 10 CUC. The only sad thing is my long time favorite ‘Toke’ stopped serving alcohol because they lost their liquor license after the renovation last year, presumably they were not paying enough tax. My new favorite place is Café Nana, on 25 near M. I was there at least ten times. They charge only 5 CUC for a full American breakfast, with fruits, eggs, juice, coffee, pastry, etc. The second thing that was very visible is the much stronger presence of pingeros in that area. The wifi park I normally use is full of them now and they are very assertive. After spending one evening forced to talk to a dozen of them, with my Etecasa card running (still 1CUC per hour), I decided to activate date roaming of my home mobile. It costs A LOT, but I really couldn’t get anything done with guys coming on me all the time. The rates they quoted vary greatly. From my previous experience I know you shouldn’t pay over 20 CUC, and it can get as low as 10 CUC. There are of course also pingeros online, Hunz of planteromeo and Grindr. They might charge up to 80 CUC but I am very sure you can get them for much less. Most of them are not professionals so they don’t have a fixed price. I had some weird propositions, too. Once a guy who’s deaf hit me hard. He’s actually very cute but I couldn’t communicate with him. He even doesn’t read Spanish. How is that possible in Cuba? Once two scarily young kids stopped me on Infanta. First they pretended to be 16 and 18. Then when I asked for IDs, they confessed that the older one just turned 16, and the younger one only 14. I walked away of course. I did check the legal age in Cuba afterwards, but the answers were very unclear, something between 16 and 18. I ended up not hiring any pingero through out this trip. The reason was very simple and can be found below. My home mobile date roaming worked as a miracle the first two days. Then something happened. Etecsa published date plans! 7 CUC for 500 MB, 10 CUC for 1 GB, 20 CUC for 2.5 GB, and 30 CUC for 4 GB. It was a huge deal in Cuba. Everyone wanted to try them, and lots of them did. As you can imagine, it brought the 3G speed down to snail. As my roaming charge was time based, I was the first victim. But the good side is so many more guys on Grindr. I really didn’t need to hire any pingero as I was having 3 to 4 free boys a day anyway, and the choices are endless. I did bring many of them to drinks, coffees, dinners, etc, like real dates. And I always offered to pay their taxi collectivo (not taxi directo, which charges about 10 CUC for any trip). About 70% of them wanted to keep in contact through whatsapp, and some still chat with me on daily basis. So far only two of them asked if I could recharge their mobile accounts from distance. I refused, and they kept on talking to me. It still costs 30 CUC to get a new local number and it is valid for a year without recharge. I won’t be writing a detailed report in Chinese this time, as those reports on previous trips were actually written real time when I had nothing to do in Cuba. This time with my 24/7 data roaming, I was occupied all the time. Before going there, I bought some small gifts, requested by two guys with whom I chatted on planetromeo. One needed an Huawei phone screen and the other one needed some Zara clothes. A couple of dozens of dollars so nothing big. They both offered to pay me back but I told them gifts are gifts. They both repaid me otherwise of course. Cubans have moral standards. I made some great new friends, including a formal national ballet dancer (seems I’m dating lots of dancers… lol), with a 24 cm cock, and a personality equally big and beautiful. We remained in close contact so far. He was guiding a famous French singer for his discovery trip commissioned by Air France. As I’m also Francophone, we spent a whole day together. I caught up with some old acquaintances from previous trips. Among which, one Salsa teacher who fucks like a machine, one black dancer travelled from Varadero to spend one night with me, etc. The most special reunion was with a 20 yo model / actor, Charlie. He’s cute as a button. But unfortunately it didn’t end well. I actually wanted you guys’ opinion on this so a bit more details: When I met Charlie last time, he was not even 19, fresh and innocent, looks freakishly like Justin Biber. He has a beautiful 19 cm straight cock that goes perfectly with his boyish model figure. The sex was not as wild as with those machine-like mulatos but it felt great. He actually played some small rolls in some major movie productions. Sorry I can’t tell you guys which. He was very distant after that first time sex. I supposed it was a one-time thing. But I still sent him a message when I was back this time. He replied. Then I asked him if he wanted to go to Varadero with me for two days, as I needed some company. All my other 420s have real jobs and couldn’t go. I was not in the mood of hiring a pingero either. Much to my surprise, he replied positively and came to me the very afternoon so we could have an early start together the next day. We had great sex some 10 minutes after he entered the apartment. He got much better at sex, much more skillful, much more powerful. He told me that he didn’t reply me much because I seem too ‘promiscuous’ to him. Yes, that’s the very word he used. I explained that I do have lots of sex but I’m always careful and responsible. We got over that, napped a bit, and went out to FAC (Fabrica de Arte Cubano, great cultural venue, highly recommended). There we met a Canadian boy I was chatting with for while on Grindr, a professional sportsman on national team. So you can imagine he has a body of god loaded with all natural libido. I really like him. We hang together the whole evening and then decided to go back to my casa together. I specifically asked Charlie if he was ok with it and he said yes. Of course a threesome happened. Seemed everyone enjoyed it. I got fucked by both, came with the horse-hung Canadian boy. Charlie fucked both of us and came twice. We slept and all seemed great. We had pizza for late dinner after Charlie helped our sports-boytoy getting a cab back to his hotel. Charlie then asked me if I could buy him a data plan. I got him 1 GB. The next morning, we took the 20 CUC direct tourist bus to the hotel I booked in Varadero. The trip was long but enjoyable. Charlie was taking tons of pictures and twittering his heart out. We did lots of cute selfies together. He showed me lots of funny pictures he got from his friends, most of them making fun of Etecsa, as Etecsa date plan was THE topic of the time. I was enjoying this boyfriend experience a lot. He liked very much my Dolce Gabana jacket so I gave it to him. He put it on immediately and never took it off. I was wearing his jacket instead, bathed in his boyish scent. We arrived at the all-inclusive resorts, one of the Iberostar properties, not the highest standard of luxury but it had everything we needed. I was looking forward to the two days of good food (by Cuban standard), good beach (by world standard), and great sex (by any standard). Then everything went south. The food and beach were good, but no sex. He kept on avoiding having sex with me. He actually tried to avoid being close to me. I put up with it for one day, thinking it might be me imagining things. On the second day I confronted him, asking if anything happened, or if I did something wrong. He gave me again that ‘promiscuous’ speech, emphasizing on organizing the 3some with our Canadian friend. It was the moment when I started suspecting he actually acted nice just to get this all paid vacation. I can’t say I was not disappointed. Since he seemed so disgusted by who I am and what I did, I offered to buy him a ticket to go back to Havana if he wishes so, or I took another one room to leave him in peace. He didn’t let me do neither. I don’t understand his logics. Then he fucked me. I was so confused. I didn’t enjoy it. It’s not just about the fuck. I didn’t need this showmanship fuck. I was actually getting loads of messages and offers on Grindr, from both locals and tourists. So I was trapped with him, not talking to me, avoiding me, dining at different restaurants. He didn’t even sleep in the same bed the last night. He pulled out the extra one. The most ridiculous thing was on our way back to Havana, he actually sent me a message when we were in the same bus, asking me if I could give him money to reload a new data plan. I said no of course. So maybe some Cubans don’t have moral standards. In hindsight, I don’t think Charlie as a bad person. He might really want a paid vacation, so he did what he thought he needed to do to get it. He gave me illusions and they made me happy for a while. I might indeed disgust him for fucking too many boys. I might even disgust him more by involving him in a 3some that he enjoyed. The very enjoyment might have made him disgust himself, too. I just felt it’s a great pity. I actually wanted to him help getting out of Cuba. I know he wanted to. As he’s already an actor and I work in movies, I can easily get him an acting job in Europe or in Asia, if he’s not too picky. I guess I fucked up our friendship, and he fucked up his possible future…

Before the Euro took effect, my friend took me to Amsterdam‘s boy brothel “Why Not”. It was replete with hot available boys for extremely cheap prices. I believe it was about 50 guilders. If none of the onsite boys satisfied your lust, you could pick one from a catalog. The sex rooms were clean, had a nice jacuzzi and shower. Wish those places still existed...

Wow. I thought it was the Cross-Dressing Men's eXpo. Was I wrong?

Here is a perfect example of what i was writing just as this post above appeared. I enjoyed the discussion. I thoroughly dislike the deception. Future contributions for both posters now go on a 'suspect' list. That is IF what reader just wrote is true! And for me that is itself suspect, How could concocting a story that has been told and written about several times before take an entire week to dream up? Thats pretty unbelievable!

It's my self -imposed community service. I know from few posters that they did report only because somebody showed an interest in their adventures and from other few who stopped their reports mid-way because they thought nobody cares, no comments , no 'likes' etc. On subject of windfalls I have some first hand experience , unfortunately not my own , and not Thailand related but may explain my earlier comments commented uncharitably as gospel somewhere above. In course of job I had an opportunity to meet and deal with three ' lucky ' individuals. All back in last few years of XX century , all educated ( I know difference between wise and educated, wisest person I ever met was not educated ) and all in 25-30 age period. All windfalls were in excess 1 000 000 $ One got unexpected inheritance ( both parents died in short order) , other two (actually three as it was a couple ) won lottery. Out of three cases only couple's ended well as far as I know. Other two were somewhat tragic. Beneficiary quit her job in nursing and squandered her wealth very fast to a point of having brush with the law - got caught stealing in supermarket. This sobered her up but money was gone for good , at least she could return to her profession. Other lucky winner decided that is both rich and smart and was enticed by greedy advisers to invest almost all in very promising venture which spectacularly collapsed leaving nothing. In person's own words 'winning that lottery was worst thing which happened in my life"

On a happier note, just wanted to share a reminder of how simple and pleasant things really can be here in the no-strings-attached world. This screen cap was all it took to arrange a perfectly wonderful afternoon experience using Line. This particular chain started with my sending the photo of who I wanted. (I added the "Wow" because I don't know for sure the original is meant for public consumption. But cute. Very cute.) Full disclosure, the shop (Sabaidee Spa) already had my phone number, otherwise they would have asked that to take my booking. Food Panda is more difficult than this...

Although much of what you say is correct there are successes but they require IMHO 2 things. The benefactor has to stay involved until the lucky Thai has gotten the tools to be successful. The 2nd thing is age . If the benefactor usually looks for younger boys , for discussion purposes 18-24 , unlikely to be successful unless? Now we all know that Thai Boys usually look much younger then our farang eyes might think they are. So the key is if the benefactor was attracted to a boy who he thought might be 18-22 when in fact he was 28-30, the chances of that boy making a success of a business venture goes up exponentially IMHO. I am not going to bore you with why I believe that because I think if you look at yourselves at age of 18-22 and 28-30 your capabilities and desires were completely different. I have met very few 18-22 year olds even in the USA capable and desirous of wishing to run a business.

I had good times at Why Not. It is indeed a pity that the Amsterdam scene has gone down the drain

I kind of prefer to take boys to hotel rather than play inside darkroom

No , you are not lesbian, Lebanese , may be, but lesbian ? No Unless guy who introduced himself as you when Paulsf , anddy and me meet with him in Maxi's in October was not you but that lesbian's brother

Glad to write a first timer report! I still consider myself quite new to thailand, so many places (especially massage places) that i havent visit yet. Dreamboys had been my favorite bar, though i only took one guy on my last trip. One of the joy seeing the show is having a guy u like sitting next to you during the show and they started to fill you in about who is their friend, who only go with women etc. I actually dont like hanging out in bars, and only there for the boys and boys in the show. Sad to hear their shows isnt as good anymore, especially only older guys do the shows. I guess many of their former stars have been poached by other bars. On my first trip to dream boys, i landed a guy that i took again for five times in two trips lol. Part of the show i didnt even see, since my eyes were fixed on that guy who is working out at the gym area. Summon my courage to first go to the toilet next to the gym area to have a closer look, gave him a smile, went in the toilet, and came back out and give him a tips and got a shocked face from him, a smile and wai after that and back to my seat lol not long after, i called mamasan to call him for a drink. We talked a bit and didnt take me long before offing him, my first off from dreamboys. The rest is history lol. I covered about him quite a lot on my previous trip report but sadly on my last trip, he said he stopped working in bar and was not in bangkok when i go there. Miss him dearly.

Great report please continue to keep us updated on your visit!

Can't wait for next installment! It has been such a long time since my first visit , I always look forward to a report from a first time visitor!

Thanks for the fun report. I missed seeing you this trip and as you know I’m good friends with many of the cast of characters in your report. Made me feel as if I was there . I’m sure we’ll meet up on your next trip. Soon.

Thank you for the excellent and detailed report. A real treat to experience Bangkok again through a first-timer’s eyes, makes me recall the many nights of pleasure afresh!

In a perfect world maybe . But Forums are not a perfect world . When we have a new member post a Trip Report, we have no way of knowing it is true or a made up story. As time goes on that poster may continue to post and may meet members and thus trust which may have been given only on face value is strengthened by the knowledge that other posters have met that individual and he is a real human being who actually visits Thailand. Maybe Vinapu knew 50 Board members before he posted his first Trip Report but I doubt it. He has since met many members and thus his posts have more meaning then someone who has only made 1 post. That is certainly not to say that we don't all look forward to a report from a first timer. Willie Willie is well known here and other Boards and thus there are members who took it on face value , but realizing as Willie stated that it was information given to him not by the benefactor but a former friend. The ensuing discussion really revolved around whether the story was believable. Despite all the posts made subsequently , not a single poster knows if it is true or not, Sort of like a Politician telling you something!

I think he was being tongue and cheek. However, if not, someone has way too much time on their hands.

Kika is a Mediterranean restaurant on Soi Convent. Map There was a good amount of buzz in the Bangkok foodie world before they opened, which turned out to be pretty well-deserved. They open early at 10:00 for breakfast/brunch and go late - 1:00 am (although I wonder if occasionally they close earlier if no one is around?). I think the food is quite good. Not as expensive as some places. More expensive than the street food joints nearby. Portions are large. French fries are excellent. If you have your heart set on one of the specials, get there earlier rather than later, because I believe they do run out. Now that Vesper has gone all-cocktails, it's a nice convenient neighborhood spot to grab a bite when one of the Silom Complex spots or Hooters just won't do. Best of all it's very gay/gay-friendly. Last week I took a friend from one of the bars to dinner there for his birthday. The only looks we got were longing lusftul/jealous looks from some of the other patrons and the usual smiles from the cute male and female staff. It's not gay all-male as in Balcony or Telephone Bar, but it's very comfortable and fun. The regular customer crowd is very mixed, and, no surprise, mostly expats.. Special shoutout to "La Vida Kika", the Sunday "Tea Dance" party every Sunday afternoon/evening. It's a boisterous fun gay/mixed party crowd that spills out onto the sidewalk. Is High Tea on Fire Island? No. But it might be a nice way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon with friends or to meet people, and kudos to Kika for having it. Kika Website La Vida Kika. Kika Facebook Pet peeve: The menu is only in English, so you will have to translate for local companions.

I enjoy reading your trip reports as well. Some of the information will definitely helped me on my own next visit. Im really bad at planning my trips ahead of time unless i travel with friends and most of the time, they decided on the dates. Thinking to do quick trips (3 days at a time) but more frequent.

What reader posted is not true. Just a lie on his part. I know willie-willie and what he posted is valid based on his sources. If anyone should be put on the ignore list, it is reader.

ggobkk. Thanks for the report and thanks for the chance to spend time together during your visit.

sooner the better, thank you for allowing us to travel with you

so which one of you were that millionaire donor and which one was that fuck hungry go-go boy ? Well since I know williewillie personally I'm pretty sure he was not that boy

Sorry reader, but anyone who expects the truth every time they read a gay chat forum is in the wrong place. Truth requires more than a degree of trust and verification. How can 90% or more of what is written in such forums be verified? It cant. All we can do is base what we read on the posting history of the relevant poster and make our own assumptions based on that history. Of course we want to believe that what we read is the truth. But most of us dont even know any of the other posters. Looking at the three main Thailand chat rooms it is obvious that some posters are very far from what they claim. I have written that I live in Bangkok. Do you have any proof of that? If anyone asks if I would like to meet up for a drink and I say Ill be too busy, can that be considered the truth - or an attempt to disguise the truth, that truth being that I actually live in Madison Wisconsin but part of my conscious being wants to be in Bangkok? some time ago a least three Boards put up with a troll named Beachlover for well over a year each. This poster claimed to be a mid-20s successful Sydney-based Asian who suddenly appeared, gingered up discussions for a while with discussions of his luxury trips to Asia every few months, before boring the pants off most readers who eventually realised he was a fake, and then he disappeared into the ether. I dont think Beachlover has every been identified. Whoever he is (or was), I suspect he had a big laugh every day. Other fake personas still exist. That is just part and parcel of Board life. But if a persona is fake, how can his posts be trusted, no matter how genuine they seem? Chat rooms thrive on anonymity. I cant see that will ever change. Thus what is written and by whom it is written will always require more than a generous pinch of salt.

Black underwear is the new trend.

I presume MB = money boys

He's insulting you one minute and asking you for favours the next. He sounds like a bullshitter. You are well rid of him, IMHO.

For those who now have good reason to want to know more about this shop. I refer you to DivineMadman's excellent massage website. Just scroll down to the shops under the Lumpini heading for a capsule report. https://m4m-massages.com/shop-specifics/

With regard to the boy: Seems like very few Thais want to work for anyone else, unless it’s in a job that is very lucrative. The alternative is self-employment and they are generally quite ill equipped to succeed in that. Hair dressers shops, convenience stores, small restaurants or bars very soon fall victim to mismanagement, poor planning, lack of business acumen, or simply a failure to expend the time and effort that is required to grow a small business. With regard to the farang who is said to have parted with 500K to the benefit of this young man: His money, to do with what he wishes, and as said above, once the money is given, the donor no longer has the ability (right?) to ensure it used in the ways he expected. His only choice is at some point to stop providing funds. If you’re getting near the end of your expected life span, there’s little reason not to share the wealth. Planning for the future: I never met a bar worker who had more than a few hundred baht in his bank account. Many of them didn’t know what bank accounts were for till they found out it was a good way for farang to send money. Because of their circumstances, poor people are often unable to make any long term plans for their finances or their lives. Most of the boys in the game can not see beyond saving enough to pay the rent.

The above pic is Adrian the muscle masseur who has worked at Tobi for years.

....or a player to be named later. GO KC CHIEFS!!!

I say good for the boy and good for the man. The man got what he wanted and had to be happy with the situation or he would not have continued. The boy is a "working boy" and found someone who changed his life. Only the two of them know the arrangements they made and they were both happy with it for at least a while. I have bought my BF at least 15 motorbikes, a car and a house (I think but am not sure). And, I am very happy with everything he has been given to make his life and the life of his family better. My life has been greatly enhanced by him and I begrudge him nothing.

Day 2: Sometimes You Just Have to Wait For the Right Time I had a sauna day on Day 2 of my trip, before heading to the first club night described in the previous post, the one that my friend Alex helped sponsor. I was staying at Alex’s apartment, and with jet-lag and just general weariness because of the travel the day before, I woke up at 2 PM on Day 2. Alex was long gone and attending to his party. Leo was working, his last day before the Christmas celebration starts. So I was alone, left to my own devices, for a few hours. This was my chance, to get a sauna visit in without any distractions and worries that I am taking time away from my friends. After helping myself with a café com leite and making myself a mortadella sandwhich which Leo said I could make using stuff he bought for me in the kitchen, I took a shower and dressed in a tank top, shorts and slippers for the sauna. It was sort of a hot day today, the sun was pretty strong, so I dressed appropriately. I then Ubered it from Tatuape to Vila Clementino, where the sauna was, which was a 30 minute Uber ride. Thankfully, due to the holiday weekend, traffic was light, and I got there at 5 PM. Before I embarked on my Brazilian adventures, I’ve always had the impression that Sauna Lagoa was “the best sauna in Brazil.” Judging from the forum’s entries at that time, and various discussions with forum members, it seemed to me that Sauna Lagoa was the gold standard of saunas in Brazil. My first ever sauna experience was in Club 117 in Rio, and I would never forget that first time I turned around to go in the sauna after checking-in at the counter. What I saw was wall-to-wall muscle gods milling around, trying to catch my eye. It was surreal, and hot, and probably colored my first impression of Pointe 202, the second sauna I visited. It was a relative disappointment, with not as many boys and the ones there were not as hot. I later realized that there are good nights and bad nights, in every sauna. But 202 has never recovered from my initial impression, even if I’ve probably have had more fun there than in 117. I am not as knowledgeable about the whos and whats of the sauna world in Brazil, probably because I am still a newbie relative to y’all. Visiting Sauna Lagoa for the first time last year yielded a different experience. I thought the sauna’s layout was way different than that of 117 and 202. I thought Lagoa’s floor plan was more open, less claustrophobic, and had way more facilities for comfort and play. On a good night, like my first time, it was impressive. There are more “genetic freaks” per capita than what I’ve seen in Rio. And by genetic freaks I mean muscle gods with impossible musculature. I got one such creature that first night. He was handsome, tall, and with muscles upon muscles upon muscles. I overpaid, and the sex was just OK, as a gullible first-timer would, but overall I was happy with what I did. After a few more visit to Lagoa, I noticed that I had a pattern to my visits. I would first hire a “genetic freak”. Someone usually handsome and cocky and had a huge cock, large ass, and perfect pecs, abs and giant legs. The sex would usually just be OK, nothing spectacular. Kissing just so-so, sucking so-so as well. I would even say that the guy was just be going through the motions. I’d be happy with the hire tho. I think the point of getting a genetic freak was less having to do with getting great sex, and having more to do with worshipping and admiring their hard bodies and cocks. I don’t mind this kind of hire. It happens though, that when a genetic freak turns into great sex AND great companionship, that’s when you take them out of the sauna and spend more time with them. Happened a few times to me. Don’t hate me, I probably require too much in sex. Something a straight guy who’s only a top couldn’t deliver. After sex with the genetic freak, I would try to hire someone who may not be as impossibly hot, but still very very easy on the eyes. I don’t want to use the term “boy-next-door” because these are boys I wouldn’t see next door where I live. The “garoto next door” usually is hot and sexy, maybe a little less muscular than Mr. Steroids, but you still get to live your dreams of having sex with a hot and handsome young guy. And that’s the good fortune I’ve had in Lagoa. I’ve always found the garotos next door to be hot and amazing in bed. This trip was no exception. Upon arriving at the sauna and getting a coffee (I am still half asleep from my 10 hour sleep), I quickly get greeted by a “garoto next door”. His name was Carlos, he was about 5’10, white, nice messy floppy brown hair. Amazing green eyes. He was handsome for sure, and had a smooth and a porcelain white body. He had nice abs, and had respectable musculature. He shook my hand and asked if he could sit with me. He sat really close. He made some compliments about my looks, and kept touching my hair to arrange it (was my hair a bird’s nest?). I told him to order a drink (he chose Gatorade). The conversation was pretty light and pleasant. Christmas plans. Sao Paulo in summer. California in winter. Then the conversation turned to sex and discussing about a possible programa. I was game to have one. He checked all the boxes physically, and it seemed like he was a fun lay. He started kissing me. Very deep. Very convincing. I was sold. What was he willing to do, I asked. Deal breaker #1: he was only a top. I tried to convince him to bottom but he said he “wasn’t ready” today. Deal breaker #2: he will not cum. I like cum. A lot. I had to ask why. He danced around it. After 15 minutes of dancing around it he countered: 400 reals for cumming. I countered with a “that’s absurd.” 350? No. He came clean: it was early still, he needed money for Christmas. His mom needed money. He needs to get more than one client tonight, and if he blew his cum with me, he fears he would be too tired to get another client after me. I admired his honesty. I told him I was not the client for him. I wanted a bottom and cum. I would tolerate a top and no cum from a “genetic freak”, where I would be in worship mode, but not with “just” a garoto next door. I bid Carlos good luck and wished him many clients tonight. He had a look on his face like he was sorry, but kissed me and then he was gone. So many fish in the sea tonight though. I quickly rebound and turn my attention to the other boys in the yard. I could easily count about 7 genetic freaks in the vicinity. A tall one caught my stare and walked over to my table. “Pedro,” he says. He was wearing a towel slung low. His cock outline was inviting. He towers over me. Fairly tall. His face was pleasant. Cute. His body was insane. Stout chest, big abdominal muscles, large biceps and big powerful shoulders. Very long legs, with veins. He sits next to me and starts massaging my shoulders. After the tease that the previous guy gave me, I was ready to jump into a room with Pedro. But I bided my time to at least try to get to know this guy. I admired his musculature. Very defined. I fondled his biceps and he flexes for me. I fondle his abs. Impossibly defined. I ask for specifics: as expected he was only a top – fine, I’ll be in worship mode; kisses great and gave me a preview; will cum but asked for 200. I countered with 150. My friends taught me well. After some thinking he accepts the pay cut. We head over to the counter to get a suite. At the room I took my time. He felt good in my arms. I looked at the mirrors covering the walls of the room. He LOOKED good in my arms. We kissed for a while. He knew how to do that at least. I did my best to get my money’s worth. I sucked his fat cock good. I rimmed his sweet ass. Felt up his amazing body. It is remarkable how these guys get their bodies to get like this. It was enough for me to blow my wad. He then asked if he could cum as well. I did the honors. Sucked and jacked him off till he blew in my mouth. Again, not the most spectacular sex-wise. But I am not beyond just admiring a nice body. Showering with him was nice. I didn’t bother getting his WhatsApp, I doubt there will be a repeat. I get back to sitting in the stage area and checked up on my friends. Leo was still working. Alex was happily partying away. I order a red bull and vodka. I figure I should start drinking now, to celebrate, since my first Programa was under my belt. I survey the room. More boys were in. Some clients were milling around too. This Saturday night was a good night at the sauna. Whenever a boy would approach me for a programa, I would just say “recuperando” so they would go away. It was true, I was recuperating from the previous programa. I am getting ready to find my garoto next door. After 30 minutes of recuperating and talking to my friends (and refilling my vodka and red bull), I decide to make the rounds. I made my way to the pool area and I bump into Carlos, the guy earlier. He remembers my name and hugs me, with the biggest grin on his place. “To pronto para voce,” he exclaims, saying he is ready for me. “Ready for what?” I ask, playing coy. “I am ready to do what we talked about earlier. I can do it now,” he says. “Really? Everything?” I ask, touching his ass. “Yes even that!” Now I assuming he got his first and/or second customer tonight, and not ready to blow his wad with me. I still wanted to play coy. I didn’t have to take him tonight. Let me see what he had to say. He confirmed he did get a threesome programa, he was asked by a pair of clients to fuck them, and got double the fee. I said it was bad for me because he was tired now. He said he wasn’t. He was ready. He took my hand and guided it to his crotch. He was soft, but with him rubbing my hand on his cock it quickly grew hard. The guy was not playing around. How much, I ask. 200 for everything, he says. I counter with 100. He laughs. He says he can’t do that. I repeat with 100. He counters with 150. I tell him I still was not sure. I was still playing with him. He then says he wants 150, but if I was not happy with the sex, I can give him 100. I immediately said yes. This is the first time I got this deal from a boy. I was intending to give him 150 anyway, even without knowing how good or bad he will be. So we get a room (same room as before, cleaned thankfully). Carlos takes off his towel, and hurriedly takes off my clothes as well. He kissed me deeply. He kneeled down to suck me. He pushes me on the bed and feasts on my ass. Rimming is always a surprise when a boy does it for me. I never expect it but it’s always good when it happens. I knew he was trying really hard to earn that extra 50 reals. And the effort was a real turn on. I probably got further with him than any other boy I’ve had in Brazil. When it came to fucking he was a champ. Made sex noises. Pretty damn hot. I put him on his back. He jacks off while I am fucking him and cums all over his torso, neck, and face. I smear his cum all over, and feed some of it to him. He gladly eats it. I cum really quickly. Fucking hot. After the shower we talk for a while. He gives me his WhatsApp. I tell him he deserves his fee. The program was surprisingly long. Around an hour and 10 minutes. Felt like a breeze. He thanks me and we head over to the lockers. I give him 200, which was what he originally asked for. “Feliz Natal,” I greet him. He smiles widely and hugs me tightly. “Merry Christmas to you too,” he responds, and tells me he really needs the 200. I was glad I could help. It was Christmas after all. Travel Tip: Holiday traffic in the normally horribly congested Sao Paulo is relatively light. Boytoy Tip: A boy may be more expensive and more picky at the beginning of the night but may lower prices and willing to do more much later. Next: Christmas with friends and a GP.

Me too. It's funny how often a well-muscled flight attendant, once stripped and laid on his back, has no control over his legs. They naturally rise up in the air to greet you.

Weekend in Bangkok I'm up early and Van won't be up for a while. We had sort of thought of going to Chatuchak market but by the time he'll be up and we get going it will be mid-day and the temperature will be in the mid 30s...not going to happen. I repeat my morning swim and when I return, Van is up. He suggests a bath together as the tub in the suite is roomy. I approve of his suggestion and we enjoy ourselves. Best bath I've had in many a month/year. We head out to MBK, once there we eat in the international food area where he indulges in some massive shrimp dish. Then we go upstairs and go bowling...this is a joint comedy routine as we are each very bad at bowling. But we have fun. The day is wearing on and Nuguyen is due this evening, I show Van his photo in the Screwboys as in Thai Puan. Van knows him only slightly and approves. This is a case taht without the approval, I'd still be seeing Nuguyen. While we're at MBK, I ask Van if there's anything he'd like or needs. He said wait until we get to Chatuchak tomorrow. We head back to the hotel, he grabs his stuff for work and heads out. Nuguyen has send me several text to confirm the time and the location of Bandara Suites. I expect him around 7. So, let's pause here, and go back two years and a few months to a visit of mine to Bangkok. I was at the Tarntawan prior to leaving for Laos to visit Vientiane and Luang Prabang. I'd arranged to see Van when I returned the next week. As it was late I went off to Screwboys. Long story shortened, I liked the look of one guy, he sat down, he answered all the questions, we left (after paying all the appropriate fees). This is one of those times where the mamasan and the guy did not exaggerate when asked about activities. This was how I met Nuguyen, we had an incredible time and he stayed thguh to breakfast. While I was in Laos, I received a daily erotic photo from him. It was during that trip, that Rama IX died. All sorts of things went off planned rails and our planned meet up when I returned before Van arrived didn't/couldn't/wouldn't happen. Alas for me. There is another story related to this that I wrote up in a report last year...but I'll get to that a bit later as its a story where the joke is on me. Nuguyen arrives. As handsome as a remember but now very stylishly dressed. Last time he wore a Screwboys tee shirt. We talk in the room for a while and then go to the other bandara building where the restaurant is located. We both have salmon. Nothing special about the meal. We head back to the room, sit on the sofa and watch the lights of Bangkok. Nuguyen is one who likes a bit of romance with his off time (note this is understood by both of us to be a money boy moment). In bed he is less wild than 2 years ago but a very slow and elegant lover. He tells me that he hasn't cum in three days and as proof his ejaculation covered most of my chest with some splashing on my face and around the bed. Mine was a piddle compared to his...we embraced and fell asleep for a bit. Then we cleaned up and took a long shower together. When he left we agreed to meet again on this visit. I was spent physically so I decided just to stay in the room and read, listen to music, think...I sent a test to Van telling him I'd be in the room. Now to digress a bit and go back in time to my visit the following February to Bangkok after the death of Rama IX and the missed connection with Nuguyen. I was staying at The Raya with Van, we had just returned from Pattaya, and I really wanted to find Nuguyen and attempt to recreate my off with him. So while Van was off with watching videos in the hotel with his freind Peter (they both had the night off from Hot Male), I went out, giving some excuse about dinner with friends...not sure why I said that but I did. I went to Screwboys looking for Nuguyen. I asked the mamsan, she said she'd get him, she brought Nuguyen to where I wasn't seated. This was a different Nuguyen...who could think Vietnamese boys might share a common family name, especially since Nuguyen is akin to Smith in the USA or Li in China. My Nuguyen was off, not clear on an off , off the for the night, or off at home. He was definitely not there. A disappointment but not a loss as Nuguyen (N2) was a stunner! He had some English and from the roaming of my hands he was the full package. Ah but where to go? There are two Hot Male boys at the hotel. Not to worry, mamasan, closes the deal by conducting us to the 500 baht hotel room next door. N2 showered with me and introduced me to his body. At one point, he tells me "I know you, I've seen you photo". This was a surprise and actually caused me to pause. before getting back to exploring him and thinking how well this had turned out. I assumed the photo he had seen was from Nuguyen1. We finished with another shower, some deep kissing, and we go our separate ways. I return to The Raya where Van and Paul ask me how my time with friends went and take me to bed...not much action as I'm running on depleted. So, two days later, Van is getting ready to go home for Tet and needs to shop and pack, he tells me he'll be back by dinner time. I go into the bedroom and fall asleep. Van returns, laughing, he comes into the bedroom, and says he has a surprise for me...he did...it was N2. Turns out, he's one of Van's roommates and had seen photos of my from Van's phone. They'd worked out the surprise together. He tells me this as he undresses me and himself and reintroduces me to his stunning physicality. Van shuts the door for our privacy as he wont be part of a threesome with N2. Lessons learned: there are no secrets among the guys and this surprise began my understanding the level of Van's taking care of me. N2 eventually moved back to Vietnam, then to Europe where he was in London once when I visited. Now to return to the current report...