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Dear Old, It's called hormones my dear. They tone down after a while and sex no longer becomes the biggest driving force in one's life. When that happens you can see the world a little bit more clearly, not being clouded by continual lust and not being driven to take amazing risks which we should have avoided in the first place. Travel becomes even more sweet -- you can enjoy a flash of a smile, a sweet embrace, seeing an old friend and catching up, ... well enjoying life as a more multidimensional experience. For me Pattaya is just as exciting as it was 20+ years ago because, besides sex, I enjoy so many other things -- a 30B mango shake from the night market, a walk to the "end of the earth" (Pratumnak), the cooling off after a tropical rainstorm, ... well just so many things which I would have ignored in the past. Luckily we were young enough to enjoy the hedonistic ways of Pattaya's past. I think if I were young now I would feel cheated out of not having been able to experience Pattaya of the past (Adam and Eve bar, Memory bar, old Twilight, ...) so many things that just don't exist any more. SO I don't know if it is because _I_ changed, or because _Pattaya_ has changed, perhaps both?

It's a big world, there's more than Pattaya.....

had an 18 yr old, horse hung, cute, innocent looking filthy minded one last night....hotel wouldn't let him in because he only had a Venezuelan ID, so we went to a motel for 3 hrs, not something I'd typically do, but didn't want to pass him up and I'm glad I didn't 😈 My friend with me , said his best 2 were from Venezuela....

all three I guess wailing over past will not do you any good unless you like bitter taste. However fabulous, past is gone. Better focus on anticipation of new trip. And if you like change , do something different like start your trip in Bangkok. Every trip to add some spice I try to do some small things bit differently , one trip it will be changing hotel every day, another staying in the same whole trip ( which I don't like), off all boys from the same bar - I call it monodiet trip or have my first offed boys being twink, itself horror of horrors. Then you will wait with anticipation how it will work for you

Hello again! I hope my fellow horny travelers are doing well. This is the final installment of “Homecoming” the first day of my 5 day trip to Santo Domingo. I will be talking about my first afternoon and evening experience in Santo Domingo. The sex gets pretty wild at night so I highly recommend reading through or skipping to the end. Forewarning, this post is extremely long and detailed, I also apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. My first day there is what I remember most vividly so I have been going into great detail, hopefully to y’all’s enjoyment. But I’m certain y’all are curious (or maybe frustrated 😂) about the rest of the trip and the guys I hooked up with. Don’t fret, I promise that I will get to writing those trip reports soon and include dick pictures of the boys. And like the other posts I will link part one and two below for y’all’s convenience. https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/47678-homecoming-santo-domingo-trip-report-day-1-part-1/ https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/48332-homecoming-santo-domingo-trip-report-day-1-part-2/ Homecoming part 3 (Final) - Secret gay Elites, night out in the Zona and night poundings on the terrace 😈 I step out the door of the Airbnb with the sun beating down on me. As my eyes begin to squint, I put on my sunglasses as the fisherman locks the front door. We stroll the streets together discussing first where to eat and then our plans after. Not reaching a decision I told him I know a place someone recommended on the Conde (the main pedestrian street of the Zona Colonial) called Petrus. As we come up to the resturant we see the outside bustling with activity. A very large buffet with a great variety of local specialities are on display being served to customers to tourists and locals alike. Tempted, yet aware of the activities I would be participating in the evening, I opted to pick a dish from the menu and we take a seat inside. As we sit down, a gorgeous man walks to our table. 6’ feet, dark skin, dark green eyes, large perfectly braided hair, with a colorful printed short sleeve shirt, tight white Jeans, and impeccably clean high tops. He places his hands on the table as he towers over us, his large gold jewelry swinging against his chest with an intoxicating perfume emanating from him. He enthusiastically says hello to the fisherman and gives him a firm hand a hug. After a quick greeting the fisherman introduces me. We’ll just call him Mr Versace. They chat for a few minutes before Me Versace excuses himself says his farewell. As he walks away I see the back of his shirt says Casablanca. I let a bewildered “Casablanca?”, the fisherman asks what I’m talking about. “I’ve always wanted a Casablanca shirt, but they are a like, 700 to over 1000 euros, where did he even get that?!”. The fisherman laughs “I’m not surprised” he says as he puts a piece of steak in his mouth. “He has a lot of very wealthy clientele, some have even taken him to Europe. He is top but will bottom for the right price”. And with that the Chisme (gossip) begins. As the fisherman enjoys his steak and I begin to tuck into my grilled chicken breast and salad. He talks about the extreme wealth (and a bit of the underbelly) of some clientele. The one story I will tell of the multiple I was told is of an extremely wealthy American who lives in a penthouse in Piatini (the wealthiest neighborhood of Santo Domingo). A couple of years back Mr Versace once brought the fisherman there to participate in an orgy. Mr Versace tells him it will be an all day affair and only people that Versace vets for are invited. They are the first to arrive with his penthouse flanked with security. As they go in, phones have to be turned off and left with security. Apparently the client confines himself in his sky palace, paranoid and never leaving his secured perimeter. He told me he’s always on the phone either talking or checking “stock” (which to me sounds like he’s checking cryptocurrency) and were left alone for over an hour. He told me the bar is stocked with every liquor imaginable, so they poured themselves drinks and waited. When finished the client brings them to the bedroom, once inside he opens a safe and pulls a tiered box with every drug imaginable. All for the boys pleasure. After they pick their poison, and begin the ride up the sex begins. However a problem arises, the client wants to top the fisherman. The fisherman (a strict top) declines, and apparently that ended the session. The client gets up, goes to another safe, pulls out 500 dollars, hands it to the fisherman and asks Mr Versace to show him out and to bring him someone else. The fisherman told me he never returned or was invited there again. In awe I tell him it’s almost like a movie, but I’m not surprised. In this era of crypto moguls, financial scammers, etc there is much hidden and sketchy wealth. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was on the run from the US government, to which he agrees. He tells me there are a lot of wealthy fugitives that have escaped to the Dominican Republic. One could only imagine the secret lives of these individuals. Leaving the resturant, we had two things on the agenda, setting up the spare phone for the fisherman and to exchange the large amount of money I was carrying in my bum bag. Near the resturant in find a cellphone shop for the fisherman to set up his phone and connect his SIM card. Once I found out the phone was truly unlocked I left him in the shop and walked a few paces to the currency exchange. For anyone wanting to exchange currency in the DR, Frank el Azuano is the best! (if you google that name it will come up) Excuse my French but the Banks in the US rape your wallet when ordering Dominican pesos. And exchange in the DR anywhere else has either shitty rates or high commission. At Frank’s there is no commission and the exchange rate is almost the same as what you see currently on your phone. You do have to look for it as it is not directly facing the Conde but it is easily found. After exchanging my dollars to much needed pesos I walk back to the cellphone shop. As I head toward the entrance the fisherman walks out. “The phone works and you can call me anytime now” he says with a smile to which I reply “Perfect”. With the two things settled we walk down the Conde, passing the colorful shops and sellers back to the Airbnb. Once back in the Airbnb I go to the kitchen to pour myself a drink as the fisherman plugs his new phone to charge and download WhatsApp. As he starts to contact his family to assure them he’s fine, I go to the bedroom to count my money again and put most of it away in the safe. While putting some stuff away the fisherman calls me to help him out with the phone. He asks me to sit next to him and asks if I can help him download some games and applications on the phone. After going through the App Store he tells me he’s going to go back to his place and collect some of his things. I told him “of course, you are going to be with me for the whole trip” while looking down at his phone making sure the apps were downloading smoothly. He then pulls my hand and presses my palm on his hard erection. “You are going to give me some before I go right?” He says with his signature naughty grin. “Mmmmmmm” I moan “give me a second”. I grab my drink run to the bathroom and turn on the water for the shower. With my long douching nozzle attached and by religiously taking my fiber supplement “Pure for men” (to my fellow active bottoms, if you have not used this product before buy it, like now, you will thank me later) deep cleanup was a breeze, in under 10 minutes. I walk out of the bathroom, wrapped with a towel, still damp. I turn to see him at the bedroom door. Just in his tank top jacking off. “Get on the side of the bed” he growled, I throw the towel on the bed, swipe the Vaseline and poppers from the night stand, lube my hole and get on all fours on the side of the bed. As I hear him walk up I open the poppers and take a deep, deep drag. In one fell swoop he drives all of himself in as a let out a yell. “Coño, I love how you take dick” (or something along those lines) and starts to pound my hole. I start yell moaning as he keeps going deeper and harder in my hole. I can feel him hitting my second hole while I’m pushing on on his dick. “Si, si” I hear him moan as I hear my bussy getting wetter and wetter. I take more drags of my poppers and he pushes on my back pressing me down to the bed. He starts to go faster and faster, and I feel his dick hitting all my walls. His moaning starts to get higher pitched and he grabs my shoulders to pull me up and back. And with a load yell he shoots his load, and slam pounds with each shot. And with each slam I yell and moan loudly with ecstasy. He pulls out quickly and I collapse on the bed. Head spinning, hole throbbing, and just in heaven. My face was basically this emojie 🥴. And, like clockwork he ran to the shower to clean himself off. Hearing the water run I get up and go to the bathroom. This is the point where I ask him why the shower EVERY time he cums, he shrugs telling me it’s a Dominican thing while lathering his dick and balls. And I explain to him how I like to have sex and that it didn’t make sense to me. He laughed and told me just forget about it, and with that I made my peace. When I walk into the bedroom he asks if I can give a couple hundred of Dominican pesos ( around 3 usd) so he could get a bike taxi to his place. I tell him sure, and as I go to grab my backpack it falls to the ground with my travel folio tipping out and the spare coin change littering the floor. As he hears the commotion he comes to the bed room and immediately helps me pick up. As he goes to grab some of the coins his eyes widen. “Where is this coin from?” He shows the me the coin in his hand with childlike excitement. “It’s from Georgia, the money they use is called Lari” I tell him and he inspects it further. He says that it’s so cool, he had never seen a coin like that before. Told him it’s from my last trip, and that I love to collect coins. “Me too!” He exclaims “my dream is to have currency and coins from every country in the world, I have been collecting since I was a kid!”. As he sits there inspecting the coin, all I could think about is an alternate reality where we would fall in true love at this moment and live happily ever after. I pick up the rest of the coins, take a seat on the side of the bed and tell him to sit next to me. I pull some Georgian Lari, a Swiss franc, an Azerbaijani gapik, some Turkish and Lebanese lira, and some Danish Krone. “Here, add this to your collection” I told him, “and everytime you see them, think of me”. His eyes widened as I put a part of our shared passion in his hand. He looked at me with his loving eyes, kissed me, and hugged me deeply. “Thank you, really thank you, this means a lot” as he hugged me tighter. He pulls away and looks at his new treasures again before putting them away in his pockets. We get dressed and as he heads to the door he tells me he will call me when he’s on the way back. I ask him how long and he tells me just a few hours, and I respond smiling “I’ll be here waiting for you”. And with that he leaves to collect his things, for time contexts is around almost 4pm. Alone in the Airbnb, I go to the kitchen to pour myself another drink. I check my phone to confirm with my twitter contacts that I would be available tomorrow and with contacts I had on WhatsApp. I also check in with my other big dick Top that was staying with me during the trip. He confirms that he would meet up tomorrow and says he would arrive at 7pm. Once I was finished with that I opened Grindr while in incognito mode. As I predicted the variety of guys was much greater than what came up in search. I change my name to “Culon Cremoso 💦” and edit my profile in Spanish. Going through the plethora of tops, I messaged guys that piqued my interest, and with my profile name and info the responses were swift. After around 2 hours of coordinating I decide to take a walk to my favorite park, Parque Duarte. In my short shorts and the amber rose sky above me I make my way to the park. The park and plaza is already bustling. Locals hanging out after work, groups of friends huddled together and laughing and tourists passing through, a wave of nostalgia and joy comes over me. I head to the micro mart facing the park like I do every time. I ask for a bottle of Presidente beer (I’m not a beer drinker but I love the taste and lightness of this beer so much), take a seat at a bench and watch the world go by. As I take sips of my ice cold beer, basking in the tropical glow with my sunglasses on, I pull my out my phone to check any new messages. Suddenly, through the corner of my eye, i see a man b-lining towards me, crossing the traffic filled street. I keep my head looking forward, trying to act like I didn’t see him coming. He’s around 5’8, Dominican, short yet dirty hair, dark eyes and medium slim build. Attractive but not my type. He comes towards me and says a quick hello, klk. I respond and tell him I’m good thanks, just relaxing. “Si, si” he responds, he tells me he parks cars on street that he just came from. I tell him ok and look down at my phone, then he asks if I’m alone. I told him right now, yes I am alone. He asks if I have a boyfriend to which I chuckle “no I don’t have a boyfriend” while still looking at my phone. “Look” he says, and when I look up he’s grabbing his dick through his pants, the outline is huge as he grips. He says he saw how my ass looks when I was walking and wants to fuck, and then asks if I lived close by. Aroused but not knowing exactly when the fisherman would be back I declined. He puts a disappointed face and asks if I can give him money for food. Airing on the side of caution and not wanting to pull my wallet out or have him following me after giving him cash. I tell him I don’t have any cash on me, But I offer him the rest of my beer which he gladly accepts. As he walks away he tells me he is there every night and if I ever want him to come fuck me I know where to find him. I tell him ok and with that I go back to my Airbnb, not knowing that he would be rompiendo mi culo (breaking my ass) sometime during my stay. I make it back to the apt sometime before it gets dark (around 7pm). Still not having heard from the fisherman I decided to give him a call. He answers and tells me he’s about to be on the way and would be there soon. And with that I hop in the shower, do my skincare early, and pick my clothes for the evening. Again slipping on my navy chubbies, I don my favorite grey silk-cotton long sleeve rolled up to my elbows with my chest exposed. Checking myself in the mirror I give a self nod of approval, spray my favorite Parfum “Paragon” by initio, and with that Im ready to take on the night. As I go to the living room to crack open the the bottle of Hennessy I hear a knock on the door. As I open the door, I see the fisherman, with multiple bags in tow and dressed in his going out clothes. He gives me a hug and I offer him a drink which he gladly accepts. He asks if he can charge his new phone for a little bit before we head out and I tell him take all the time that he needs. I ask if he was hungry to which he shrugs, says he’s not really hungry and tells me he will just eat the leftovers from lunch. I pull out the to go container, place the food on a plate and fire up the oven to warm the food. “Oh I have a surprise for you” he tells me as he digs through his bag. He pulls out a plastic baggy with some shaggy weed “I got us some krispy (Dominican marijuana) I remember how much you liked it last time” he says with a big grin. I giggle and blush at the gesture, “we are gonna have fun tonight eh?” I tell him with a cheeky smile. He seconds with his mischievous grin “Vamos a ver” (we will see). 😈 As we finish our first round of drinks, I go to pour myself a refill and tell him about my encounter at the park. “Oh you must have met 14” he tells me. “14?” I ask. “They call him 14 because of his 14 inch guevo, he was really popular, especially with tourists. But he fell into a really bad drug habit” as he sips the last of his drink. “Oh?”, “yeah, it’s a good thing you didn’t invite him alone here, he might have tried to rob you or caused problems. He has a good dick but if you want to meet him you should have me around so he doesn’t misbehave” he then turns to me and again puts on his devilish grin “I wouldn’t mind seeing him romper Tu Culo”. I chuckle and give him the same response he gave me, “Vamos a ver” With the fisherman’s belly full and my body feeling the buzz from my third Hennessy we finally head to our night on the town. Passing by resturants, cafes and bars we make it to the Conde. Walking down the pedestrian street he sees a van with the trunk open, filled to the brim with cigarettes, condoms, vapes, generic viagra and so much more. “Can we stop here? I want to get a vape.” “Sure” I tell him as he approaches the street salesman and gives him a big handshake. He picks a vape, rolling papers, a lighter and before paying the man he asks how much is the viagra. “500 pesos a sleeve” the man says, he asks if I can spot him and I ask if that stuff is safe. “Yeah I used it before, and we might need it later 😈” I laugh and pass him 500 pesos (8.50 usd) and with our wares we continue along the Conde looking for our next watering hole. As we go bar to bar, drink after drink, the night starts flying by. I see him constantly texting and sending voices messages on his phone but it doesn’t really bother me knowing he was MIA from his contacts for a couple of weeks. As the night progresses we end up at a club off the Conde called “Safe zone bar and Lounge”. “This place is good” he tells me “they have good drinks and the music is great”. “Let’s do it!” I tell him as the bouncer opens the door to let us in. “No te prequpes, ya se va a llenar” (don’t worry it’s going to fill up) says one of the bouncers as we walk into blaring lights and the beat of Dominican reggaeton pulsing on our skin. When inside the two story neon lit club the place was empty, like super empty. We were the only customers in the place. “Sorry we can go somewhere else” says the fisherman to which o reply Fuck it, let’s grab a drink, sit upstairs and just enjoy ourself. We cozy up on a banquette on the second floor, Order our drinks of Rum and coke and Brugal rum on the rocks and move our bodies with the music. The fisherman moves closer to me and has his body touch mine. I turn and ask him if it was ok to do that here and he told me this bar was actually a “BI” bar, so any form of simple same sex intimacy goes. We pound our drinks and get another round, we continue dancing, taking selfies and making videos. And just enjoying eachothers company. While getting my third drink the fisherman passes me his phone and says look. I see pictures of men, sexy rugged men, to which he explains that he has been contacting them so they could meet me tomorrow. “Van a dar te mucho leche” 😈 (they are going to give you a lot of cum) he says. “Dilen que estoy listo” I tell him, looking seductively in his eyes. My anticipation was building. As the club started filling around 1130pm my horniess was building rapidly. The anticipation of the guys tomorrow, the constant body contact I was having with the fisherman, and the slew of drinks was releasing my inner slut. Thinking of an excuse to leave, I ask if we can go back to the apt to charge my phone because I was at 20% battery. “Whatever you want” he says and with that we leave the club and take the short walk back to the Apt. Entering the apartment I go to charge my phone and ask him if he can roll two joints of Krispy for us while we wait for my phone to charge. Without hesitation, he starts to break and roll while I pour myself a half drink and run to the bathroom. I double check to make sure I’m clean and I was still all clear to go. With that confirmation I grab some lube, poppers and shove them into my pocket. Walking back into the living room, he shows me he rolled to joints and were ready to smoke at any time. “You know we haven’t used the jacuzzi or terrace yet” I tell him with a horny grin. His eyes immediately lit as he let out a growl. Grabbing the two joints he opens the door to the terrace and starts getting undressed While I turn the jacuzzi on. Naked he pulls a side table next to the jacuzzi with a ashtray, leaves one joint on the table and slips in. As I’m taking off my clothes, he goes ahead and lights the joint, taking a deep drag. Sliding next to him our naked bodies touch, I look down and see him fully erect under the bubbling water. A let out an “mmmmmm” as my hand grabs a hold of his and I start to rub up and down. He takes another drag and let’s out a deep moan. Seeing that my hands were busy underwater he puts the joint to my lips so I could have a puff. I take 3 Hits, as I feel my buzz getting stronger. I grip his dick tighter and roll my eyes back imagining him fucking me. Seeing this he slides up and sits on the edge of the jacuzzi with his dick next to my face. “Chupa lo, perra” (suck it slut) he growls. I immediately start to suck on the head, using my tongue and making a light suction with my lips. He tilts his head back and moans while Im doing this. With a light grip around shaft I start to work my way down, getting is dick wet and making noises from the suction and saliva dripping down his dick. A start a twisting of my head motion, my tongue fully extended, and have his dick dick get wetter with each slide down my throat. “Perra” he exclaims when I start pushing the head of his dick to the back of my throat and squeeze the head with my soft palette making more noise and suction. He then starts going wild, shaking and moaning, loving how I’m sucking his dick. After what seems like ages, he turns rough. He grabs the top of my head and hairs and pushing my head down extremely hard on his dick. I feel the chlorinated water splashing on my face as tears well up in my eyes from the brutal onslaught. “This is what you wanted right? You want this right” his dick bruising the back of my throat as I cry and gasp for what little air I could get. After what seems likes ages again, I tap out. I pull back, choke, cough and gasp for air while globs of saliva stream down the side of my face. Then, without warning he slaps me, not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting. “Perra”he growled “get up and go on all fours there”. He points to the L shaped sectional built in to the terrace wall. Know what’s to cum I grab the poppers and a towel which throw to the angle of the sectional and get into position. With my face down and ass up I straddle the v-shape of the sectional and wait for the impact. While doing these I can hear people down on the street and cars passing by, I chuckle to my self and imagine the show we were about to put on. Behind me I can hear the lighter flickering to which I assume was to light the second joint. With in thirty seconds the joint was pushed right to my face “Fuma perra, fuma!” (smoke bitch, smoke!) he barked “abre ese culo” (open up that hole). I frantically take multiple quick and deep drags, before he snatches it from my hand. I turn my head back to see him holding the joint in his mouth while smoking. He grabs to lube, dispenses a huge glob, slathers his dick and roughly tosses the lube to the side. I hear a growling “Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” as I feel him separate my ass cheeks, opening my hole. Anticipating what’s to come to take a deep hit of poppers, and without warning he rams all of dick in my hole with the cold thick lube pooling around my ass hole. I let out a loud yell to which he slaps the back of my head. “Callate, Callate!” With each stroke getting getting rougher and deeper in my hole. I start to gnash my teeth and hold my breath as his brutal onslaught on my hole grows more vigorous. Feeling the ash of joint scater on my back, he gets rougher. He smacks my ass, the sting barely felt due to my hole simultaneously being pounded open. He then puts both hands on my ass, grabs and pulls while he goes even faster and deeper. I start letting out moan and whimpers as i feel him pulling my insides out with each blow. As I keep taking more hits from my poppers the sensation only intensifies. With him digging me out like that my hole could grip any more and started naturally pushing out. I then could feel spurts of warmth deep inside. “Eso me gusta perra, no te pares” (I like that slut, don’t stop) he growls as my hole pushes out even more. My hole begins to make noises and I can’t control my voice anymore. I start moaning loudly once I feel my hole leaking with precum and fluids dripping down my taint to my balls. “Coño, Coño, COÑO!!!!!” He yells and then I feel him shoot the biggest load. He pounds with each twitch and shoots more and more inside me. With his final shot, he buries his dick as deep as he can into my bussy. I take deep breaths trying to recover, but then he smacks my ass again, this time even harder. And starts to pound my flooded ass. I guess he may have seen my confused face because he lets out a laugh mid stroke. “This how you like to take dick right? You told me this is how you like get get fucked. I’m going to impregnate you tonight”. He returns to deep digging my hole, with my bussy getting noisier and wetter with each stroke. I start moaning and whimpering loudly but this time it was ignored as he was getting loader himself. Because I can go on and on about how he fucked me, I’ll condense the rest. He keeps me at that position, tearing my hole up relentlessly. After what’s like an hour doing this, he tells me get on the sectional completely on all fours. He gets on his knees and starts pound me out there. I tell him to let me play with his dick using my hole and he agrees. I get his dick beyond creamy as I use his pole to churn my hole. After a while he takes back control. He starts to pre cum again and hits the right angle in my hole and I begin splashing. Dumbfounded yet even more turned on he pulls back my head and grabs my throat and loads me up with his second nut. From there he moves me to the corner of the sectional. Legs splayed out, feet on the ground and laying flat on the cushion he digs me out in this position for ages. Pounding me from the side, above and every which angle. Feeling that he is going to cum again he flips me on my back with my ass hanging on the side of the sectional and begins to deep stroke. As he got closer he started pounding super deep and grabbed my neck in a light choke. He kept tightening his grip on my throat till he finally busted his third and final nut. I feel the fisherman’s body shake as pulls his dick out of my hole and collapses on top of me. Drenched in sweat and our chests pressed together as we try catching our breath. I let out a loud sigh as the fisherman moans in contentment. All of the sudden we hear loud voices on the street. I laugh and tell him we must have made quite the show. He laughs as well as he peels he body off of mine. As I turn around and look at the sectional I gleam with pride seeeing my cream and our juices splattered every where like a Jackson Pollock painting. Then my pride turns into shock, “Fuck! How the hell are we going to clean this?”. The fisherman then immediately flips all the cushions over only showing the clean side. He laughs and tells me problem solved. Uneasy, but not willing to deal with trying figure out how to wash outdoor cushions in the middle of the night we leave everything outside and head to the shower. Under the warm shower we lather ourselves up and clean eachother. We constantly kiss and tell eachother how amazing it was. Both of us in awe of the amazing chemistry we have together. We get out of the shower, dry up, and hop into bed. As a lay on my side the fisherman presses the front of his body on the back of mine. He gently kisses the nape of my neck and tells me good night. Before closing my eyes I realized I forgot to check my phone. Extending my hand to the night stand I grab my phone and see that it was already almost 4am. That was my signal to put the screen face down and go to bed. I hope y’all enjoyed reading, stay tuned for the upcoming trip reports. I promise that I will post them soon! 🙏

That's not always a good sign in Pattaya. 🙂 Start and finish trip in Bangkok.

Anyone else find it unseemly that a billionaire former and maybe future POTUS has to go to a payday loan shark to get cash? Anyone?? Delicious irony. https://www.ft.com/content/beaae328-ad84-48f8-8d2c-216a0a291498

DD Inn, not BB Inn. It is more hostel than hotel. Very cheap in any meanings. You'll get what you pay. Located right behind Bamboo bar. On the beach is located BB House. It is budget, but 2 heads upper than DD Inn. Once at past I made mistake and booked DD Inn. I ran from there at next morning. But I spend many nights in BB house and it is good for money they ask. Directly on the beach, exactly near gay beach, has pool, sea view rooms, but has no breakfast and I think it is good - near are about 3 or 4 small restaurants "next door".

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I had a week’s stay at the Classroom recently and only moved for my second week because I like a swimming pool. As Vinapu has mentioned there is a side door affording access with the room card, avoiding the reception and the indoor hotel bar. A boy from Madagascar liked this as he seemed nervous about showing his I’d. I don’t really know if it should be regarded as a gay hotel, as is the nearby Ambiance, but one night another guest with a boy shared the lift with me and my overnight “boyfriend”. Bearing in mind its position I did wonder if I would experience overnight noise, but that was not the case. i would definitely stay there again making the reservation direct with the Classroom using their website.

Is my 1st choice if I stay in Jomtien, for price, location and I like the rooms in the back, quiet. Ambiance, I still like....mazes don't scare me 😛 Classroom I like also, but my last 2 trips, Ambiance for price and beds/linen/staff....

tell me something I don't know 😁

I must be pervert but for me ever new trip seems to be better than those previous ones. Not that I did not have fun then but I think now I'm better in navigating system and fishing boys closest to my dreamed of specification while then I tend to catch first who crossed my way and smiled at me. But it's just me

Trump Media shoots up

I'm in Medellin right now.....closer/cheaper flights, every meal has been good....can't complain about dick size here, I've used more lube than ever 😉

I wonder if she charges by the hour, or if she charges a la carte? I'm guessing she charges a la carte: she probably charges more to hold Stinky's hand than to just smile at him. Do you think she charges him for her private company? I figure she charges him somewhere in the 8 figures to f*ck her; a little more if it's missionary position and a little less if it's doggy style since she doesn't have to look at him. As Barron's doting mother, I wonder if she's teaching him the art of the grift. I've heard she's asked Barron to stop referring to Stinky as Grandpa.

In a few weeks I'm off to Pattaya on my yearly 2 month trip I sat in my apartment here in farangland listening to a song I first heard in Pattaya 20 years ago called "Take me to the clouds above " I first heard it in those Go Go bars in PattayaLand Soi 3 was it where wild west boys is . Forget the names of the go go bars then , I just listened to that song tonight and it brought back memories of Pattaya back in 2004 Times have changed and i looked over my old diaries to see I was going to Pattaya back then every 3 months for week long trips, and according to my diary I was very excited weeks before Even taking sick leave from my work to go Fast forward 20 years and I'm not that overly excited, I could even put it off until later in the year if I wanted ,not that fussed actually I don't know if it's me changing ,maybe I'm getting old , or if it's Pattaya . I do plan to retire there within the next 10 years The shine is still there but I miss a lot of the past ,and that's not a good thing because I like change In a way it's great not to be overly excited as I was 20 years ago , those days I was counting down , and it was antsy pants until departure day ,antsy antsy pants ! Now I don't care as much

like with all impossible things , until somebody won't know that it's impossible and will do it. Just saying. Problem with propaganda is that after while nobody believes it. I'm sure that in Communist time in Russia you guys had that popular East Europeean cold war joke ' This is radio Free Europe, now we announce real numbers of last night's lottery draw"

Classrooms is not a gay hotel and few times I shared elevator with guests and their girls but definitely is gay friendly and no eyes are blinked if you are walking even with three boys in tow. How I know? Been there , done that, in fact my only 4some in my entire long life was exactly in their friendly room.

Had a lot of trouble because of this, discussions at every colombian airport and many hotels, that was a bit stressful but miraculously always ended well

I’m sure you would agree, whether the DJT stock goes up or down doesn’t matter to MAGAt cult members who bought into it. They simply want to show their support to their cult leader, Jim Jones, oops, I mean Stinky. I suppose there are a handful of investors who counted on MAGAts dumb enough to disregard the reported $58 million loss, and they banked the bounce. It’s just another one of Stinky’s many failed businesses; but luckily for him, there is a fool born every minute. That explains why so many buy into his claim of being a multi-billionaire, yet, will donate their social security check to one of his re-election grifts.

Wow he looks lovely! Wouldn't mind getting to know him better!

Each to his own!

I've just returned after what must be my eightieth (more or less) trip. And I'm pleased to say that there was no loss of enjoyment, though the twenty hours travel is increasingly stressful. As is the "recovery time"....longer now than it was when I was younger. Of course, a major factor for me is that I have someone I love awaiting me. That reunion is something I look forward to. We continue to take pleasure from the most mundane activities; walking the beach- this time in Lamai ( Koh Samui) as well as Jomtien- deciding where we're having dinner, me watching P make his devotions in the temple, and so on. Even having a shared breakfast. I'm always conscious that I smile more and laugh more when I'm with him. I sometimes wonder whether I'd still be travelling to Pattaya if I was still playing the bar-scene as I was twenty years ago. Reading posts about bars does cause some nostalgia but, overall I think that what I have now is better, though not without the inherent tribulations of a long-distance relationship. Anyway, the good news is that the next trip is only fifteen weeks away. And where to go this time before Jomtien? Krabi? Chiang Mai? Bangkok? Chiang Rai? Decisions, decisions. I am certainly fortunate, and my determination to spend my last years living as disgracefully as possible undiminished. And yes, I suppose I should admit that a particular activity remains fun, just in case the more prurient of our posters were wondering!.

I find him very handsome

looks almost like Marriott , ALMOST being key word

even longest trip starts with first step

So it’s been a little over a week since I got back from Santo Domingo and hot damn it was a wild ride figuratively and literally. I was in the capital for around 5 days. I would guesstimate that I got maybe a total of 12 hours of sleep the whole trip and was taking dick almost 70% of the time I was there. The experience this trip was completely different from the other times, and in the best way possible. At the end of the trip I was completely drained, and couldn’t walk straight for a good three days. Totally worth it. Incase you wanted more information about me and how I had things planned before the trip you can refer to my earlier post. https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/43395-returning-to-santo-domingo-back-from-my-3-year-hiatus/ So the way I’m going to divide my reports will be as follows. Report one, arrival and First day (Wed) divided into two parts. I recall the first day in its entirety, it was one guy for a full 24 hours so I have tons of details to share. Report two (Thursday and Friday) Report three, the wildest of the days (Saturday) Report four, last day and departure (Sunday and Monday early morning) So keep your eyes out for those, and if y’all have any questions i’ll be more than happy to answer them. All right let’s get into it 😈. Homecoming and the Fisherman So my original travel itinerary to Santo Domingo was a 3am arrival to Santo Domingo from Newark on the 7th of March and departing the 11th at 5am. After doing a final confirmation with the fisherman, seeing that there was no surcharge to change my ticket to arrive a day early, my Airbnb had a small apartment available at a deal. I said, fuck it, I’m going a day early and spend a “romantic” day with the Fisherman and get all my ducks in a row for the upcoming days. To everyone else I arrived on Thursday, but for the fisherman I would arrive Wednesday and we would spend the whole day and night to ourselves. Some background on the Fisherman (btw this story is a bit of a rollercoaster). We met through Manny during my previous visit to the DR. Manny brought him to the airport and he came to spend three days with me in the north of country. Mid 30s, Dominican Haitian, tatted, huge dick, high sex drive, rough around the edges and the one of the most down to earth guys I’ve met. Over the three days our connection surpassed the transactional and we became actual friends. We have similar interests, values, work ethic and was open to any experience I wanted to share with him and was open to whatever he wanted to share with me. The chemistry electric, and sex absolute fire. Sadly after that trip we lost contact, and what made it even worse was that no one had his contact. When I was planning this trip no one knew where he was, people guessed he was back in his village working. And others said he just plainly disappeared. To be honest I gave up hope finding him and settled with another guy to stay with me the whole trip. And then by chance, a month before arriving, I message a faceless profile on grinder with the title “Bi Activo 25cm”. I send a slew of my pics saying that I was going to be in Santo Domingo incase he wanted to hook up. The next day I response and it was HIM! He sent me numerous of voice messages about how he couldn’t believe we found eachother and that we were going to be reunited once again. He gives me his WhatsApp and we start talking on the phone every day, counting the days till I arrive. Three weeks before the trip and around a week of talking, catching up, reminiscing and planning. He tells me on Friday that he was feeling extremely sick. Concerned I told him to go see a doctor or a nurse and he said he would. The last time he would be online after that would be 3:27am on Saturday. Radio silence, calls not going through, messages not delivered. Initially I thought it was maybe his service was out on his phone. After a few days I sent a recharge to his number and still nothing. Then I started getting extremely concerned. Knowing that he was back in the capital and sometimes went to Marlowes I contact a Haitian buddy of mine to try to investigate. I send him his number, pictures of him, and last known whereabouts. My friend then recruits the bouncer from Marlowes to keep an eye if he saw him at the club or on the street. A week passes, no word, another week passes no luck. Honestly I was thinking the worst scenario might have happened. Then one week before I arrive the bouncer spotted him on the street. Gave him number and he contacted me on his friends phone. The Saturday we lost contact he was walking up the stairs to his apt and collapsed. The neighbor found him and rushed him to the hospital. His phone slipped through the side crack and fell two stories rendering it useless. He spent two days in the hospital with a serious case of the flu. And had no way to contact me, his family or loved ones. He took the phone to a repair shop and they wanted to charge 5000 Dominican pesos (85US) to fix it. I told him that they can go fuck themselves with that price and that I would bring him an older iPhone I had that was unlocked and that I wasn’t using. And through on and off communication through his friend’s phone we planned to meet the morning I arrived. Tuesday afternoon I fly out from Texas and arrive at Newark in the evening. I run to Duty Free, purchase two 1liter bottles of Hennessy (a fan favorite in the DR lol) and hit the lounge and shower before boarding my red eye to Santo Domingo. At Newark I call the fisherman on his friends phone and he says he made sure to sleep most of the day and was waiting for me to arrive. “Ya casi, y vas estar mio” (almost here, and then you are gonna be mine) me and my hole couldn’t wait. I arrive at SDQ around 3:00am, breeze through customs and catch an Uber to our intimate Airbnb in the Zona Colonial for the first night. Stepping outside, it had just rained and the temperature was in low 70s, the weather couldn’t have been better. I call him and tell him that I’m going to shower first (aka clean out) and then he could meet me at the apt. I pour myself a drink, clean out, unpack my lubes and poppers, dispense some lube in my hole and I call him. He’s tells me in Zona Colonial but his friends phone only works via wifi, scared of getting lost and not being able to communicate he tells me to meet him Paco’s. I immediately order an uber and head over there. When step out of the car at Paco’s there he was. He turned and looked at me and gave the biggest smile. He then comes and hugs me, a tight full body hug which I return in kind. After a lingering few second he tells me he couldn’t believe I was here. He truly thought we would meet again. We both look at each other and knew what was coming next. I called another Uber and we went directly to the Airbnb. The second after we closed the door, he pressed me against and started kissing me. Deep, passionate, my hands feeling all over his body and his hands cupping and caressing my head. And we start take each others clothes off and I feel his massive dick Rock hard through his basketball shorts. After what felt like ages kissing and feeling he leads me to the couch. Slides off his shorts and sits with throbbing dick in hand. “Mamelo baby” he says, and I immediately get on my knees and begin to suck him off. Running my tounge and spitting on his dick to get it wet, and then I start with suck. My lips wrapped around his dick while leaving a thin space of air to wet his dick more and create suction. He leans and cocks his head back and moans, saying he missed the way I sucked his dick. I start to use my hands and suck on his head, then I push his dick all the way back to my throat and start to squeeze his head and he starts going wild. And then after almost thirty minutes of giving him head he pull my head and tells me “dame ese culo” (give me that ass). Which I more than happily obliged. I then get on all fours on the edge of this flimsy couch. And he starts to eat me out, spitting, tonguing, and growling “que Rico” into my hole. He then springs up and I feel the head of his dick pressing against my hole. I told him “despacio” (slowly), I wasn’t going to use poppers and he obliged. He slowly slipped pushed in while my hole was gripping on his pulsating guevo. And when he finally gets all the way in I let out a high pitch moan/gasp, he was pressing against my second hole. And then he started to stroke. Chest pressed against the wall and ass on the edge of this flimsy couch. I feel him picking up the pace while he’s slowly pulling my insides with his huge dick. He then asks me if I missed him, while digging me out. And I moan “si papa, si” repeatedly. His pace got faster while saying “si? Si? Did you miss me?” The deeper he got I started to push my hole out. Getting his dick super wet, and once he felt that he belted “Coño” and grabbed my shoulders. With pulling my shoulders. The balancing act was over. The couch/bench flipped over from the weight and pulling and we were both on the floor. On the floor astonished, we looked at eachother and started laughing. He scooches over and starts kissing me and I grab his dick, slick with lube and cream. I then splay my ass in the air and pressed my chest to the floor. He let out another growl and stood up, bent his knees a bit and started fucking from above. I started moaning loudly the deeper he got. He was hitting all the walls in my hole. Then suddenly I felt his dick get even bigger and he started moaning. “Quieres mi leche?, quieres mi leche?” He kept repeating. And when I said yes I felt his nut filling my hole, I let out an “oh my God” when feeling a jolt of fire unload in my hole. I cock my head back and see his eyes rolled to the back of his head while moaning. With his dick still twitching and loading my hole he collapses on top of me and Kisses my neck and back telling me how much he misses me. It was almost 6am and that was the first nut. So I think I’m gonna stop part one here. I unloaded a lot of details and didn’t want to overwhelm in one post. In part 2 I’ll share more details about our experience, how we spent our day, how I planned for the rest of the trip. And a lot of details about the mind blowing sex (we even utilized a terrace and jacuzzi). Hope y’all enjoyed and stay tuned for part 2. P.S. I’ll post fisherman’s dick below.

Ahhhh Thanks so much! We might have seen each other in the Colonial Zone as was there March 21st-28th. I'm glad you had a great time.

Admit you made a bad choice in buying the stock and save face. Touche!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes!

I'm at Hampton Inn...it's hit and miss who's at the entrance, but my friend has had a couple a day in his room and the worst thing is you have to register them. But I learned last night that a Venezuelan ID isn't sufficient here, has to been a passport or Colombian ID card, we went to a sex motel....was worth it! I'm heading to Bogota today. Keep in mind I've been going to brazil 25 years, I have quite a few contacts there as well, speak both Spanish & Portuguese....they're so similar it's not that hard to pick up both.....change of scenery is always good and the restaurants I've been to in Medellin blow Rio out of the water with the variety and quality.

The man with the cap doesn't have a typical underwear model build--a bit of a paunch. I'm not into public sex myself. I prefer privacy.

It's such a tragic waste for a handsome man to be straight. Women care little about a man's good looks. They're far more concerned with how successful he is. I remember some years back hiring an exceptionally handsome bi man. When he went to gay bars, he said that men immediately flocked to him like bees to honey. When he went into straight bars, he'd have to make a move on the women, then one of the first things they'd ask him was what he did for a living (they'd take off if they didn't like the answer). Of course, a man who's both handsome and successful can have his pick of either sex. But there's little advantage for a straight man to be handsome. So sad for a handsome man to be straight. 😭

What is that supposed to mean?

hi @babybear2 Definitely São Paulo, for the greatest sextacation. If you're into a classic tourist mood, Rio de Janeiro offers more options, but I'd recommend checking the weather—Rio with thunderstorms isn't enjoyable at all and can/will spoil the experience, As it happened to me, it was rainy the whole week, so i didnt do too much outdoor stuff As for the GPs, there's no doubt in my mind that São Paulo's Lagoa is the best. I doubt there's a better place in the Americas than Lagoa. I was there yesterday, and not only was it bustling with many clients and tons of beautiful GPs, but it was also incredibly fun. The atmosphere was so joyful, you could feel it in the air. Call me cheesy, but it was one of the best days of mysexlife—it was everything I ever wanted and more. it was a candy shop. didnt know where to look or what to grab. Surprisingly, I'm not even sore with all those 9"+. At one point, I was sitting with three stunning GPs—one blonde, one brunette, and one mulatto—and could have had three more if i wanted, so there were other clients sitting with hot GPs. I'm already making reservations for SP in August; I'm unsure if I'll give Rio another try—117 and Point 202 don't offer the same quality of GPs or facilities that one can find in São Paulo's Lagoas. Once I'm settled, I'll write up a couple of reports. I hope Lagoa remains as good as it's always been, but last night was heavenly—one for the records. I'll cherish that Saturday forever, to tell my grandkids

I am always friendly and smiling and don't complain or bitch about Colombia to Colombians (beyond the why are there no vegetables on the restaurant menus? you grow the best vegetables!! there are so many barbers, I was always welcome, and for pedicures/manicure I went to the small "house front" womens shops, they were always happy to have me and very happy because I added 5-7 peso tip. I didn't really notice an anti foreigner attitude although everyone was unhappy with prices of everything (especially gas)

hi guys, I've just arrived in Rio. Everything's smooth and sweet domestic flight . I had a blast in São Paulo, and now I'm in Rio, although I arrived kind of late. I went straight to 117 since the Point 202 is closed on Sundays. So far, so good. I'm getting used to the sauna layout. I've already seen some beautiful GP, but I'm just checking things out and getting used to the place. It's a plus to have such hot guys around on a Sunday this late. I'll be staying in Rio until Sunday, then heading back to São Paulo for a couple of dates. It's raining in Rio, which kind of defeats the purpose, but the guys are so hot that I do t care. If I have any energy left, I might explore some other places in Rio on Sunday. I am preparing my SP report since I went to : - Upgrade - Chilli Pepper Single Hotel - Hot House - couple of Peepshows Edit after an hour. The best GP, that I saw in my way in have left, now only the ones no one wants. so I am checking where to go next. Taurus Bar or Seven Cruising aren’t GP places but I do t think is zany other at this time so if you are in Rio on a Sunday by 20 h is not worth

Consider: there are things worse than death. Regardless, my thoughts and prayers with the families of the victims.

I am reminded of the Reichstag fire. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reichstag_fire

Firstly, thank you for your compliment, sometimes I feel like I’m overloading on the details but that’s the point of a trip report right? 😂 I’m really not exaggerating about the bond that I have with the fisherman. We have transcended past a transactional relationship a long time ago. And after this trip, our relationship has only gotten stronger. And no he was not the only guy, this trip got fucking wild. He also opened the gate for straight guys that tourists generally don’t have access to, and my God, how I drove those boys wild. 😈 I dream for the day to meet @BlkSuperman, shake his hand, and really show my appreciation. If it wasn’t for him I would have never taken the plunge to have experiences like this. Sadly only one United Club in Newark has the showers (the club near gate 123 in terminal C). But I’m glad they are slowly returning to some clubs after the remodel. Showering in airports is a guilty pleasure of mine 😂

The things we do for dick, but he won't be the only one you'll be with I'm guessing lol What would happen if you and @BlkSuperman were there at the same time 😲 Well written and thanks for mentioning the showers in Newark, I didn't realize the new clubs had them.... I love "naked in the airport" posts around the world 😇

Flew here from Surabaya on Lion Air. Many people in Jakarta told me not to fly them, horrible record. Check-in was efficient, line moved fast, flight left on time, was only 40 minutes and arrived 5 mins late. Since it was Chinese New Year weekend coming up, Bali airport was super busy and my luggage was the last one out....yeah, I was getting nervous. So much better arriving Bali domestically than International. Was waiting for Grab car when an independent driver convinced me to go with him for the same price, Grab was moving really slow in traffic, but as usual, nothing is at it seems. The indie taxi was in a garage and it took us longer to get out of the garage than Grab would've taken..... Staying in Seminyak at the Primera hotel, an old IBIS, small rooms but super convenient to the bars and beach, $25 usd a night with minifridge and a balcony, cheaper rooms run 17 a night. Met a guy on Grindr while in Surabaya that was in Bali, since distance isn't shown in Indonesia, it's common to move into an area far away while scrolling. Hooked up with him 2 nights, wasn't a money boy and had a thick dick with a big head, he was horny as a mf. That's a common theme in Indonesia, even the mb's don't get clients as often as Brasil or Thailand, so they come loaded and ready to shoot. Had a couple of daytime massage in my room from a couple of regulars....went to Mixwell bar all 3 night here. A guy from Jakarta that I was with for 3 nights, bought his own plane ticket to come out here to be with me 3 nights, time with me paid as 1 "meeting", his reference, like a programa in Brasil or ST in BKK, even though he was staying with me. Seemed like a bargain and so far, so good after 1 night. Moving to Conrad Bali tomorrow for the last 2 nights....looking for a more relaxing stay just hanging out by the pool and room with him, no bars other distractions. We did go to Elegantz sauna today, from the online reviews, I was expecting more....was busy, but nothing worthwhile for me. I would've been better using that time for a nap, won't return there. Also went to the Hard Rock Cafe, I know the manager from years ago in Jakarta and he always treats me like a VIP whenever I stop in, The kid from Jakarta is impressed with the benefits from Hilton status and knowing the HRC guy and manager and cashier at Mixwell, boy will he be surprised at Conrad tomorrow, lol Probably won't have anything else noteworthy to add to this trip unless I get married or he robs me....then off to Manila after. I got a message from someone in a group (straights) that I've Cruised with before on Princess, that one of our female friends that was an awesome person passed away last night while on the ship from cardiac arrest....boy did she love cruising. Makes it even more important to realize, we don't know when our last day is.....enjoy it while you're physically able to 🙏

This recent trip was the longest I've stayed in Thailand (nearly a month) and was enjoyable despite some random health issues that decided to pop up. Rather than a day by day account, I'll just outline some interesting points. Bangkok Bars Dreamboys: I went here a few times, mainly to see my favourite boy and managed to off him just once. I think he is popular because on another two occasions I visited the bar, he was already booked by a customer. I felt as though the quality has dropped since last time, but there are still some gems. Screwboys: I was surprised by the high quality here actually, and there were lots of good choices to my taste. I had a short list of two, and it so happened to turn out that they are brothers (and Vietnamese). Took the older one first, and his English skills were really good and he was quite charismatic. The following night I went with the younger brother. Both were satisfactory, nothing earth shattering but an enjoyable time nonetheless. Mamasan was helpful and wrote down the badge numbers of boys that could do my requests. Freshboys: Didn't off anyone here, rather just watched the show and had a drink. I liked the choices here though, lots of toned twinks. Tawan: Just went here for the show as the boys here are much too big for me. Really relaxed atmosphere (although packed in like sardines), and the most x-rated show with a fucking show and jerk-off show amongst others. There were a couple of smaller looking guys in the rotation that would have been suitable for me, as well as the waiter. Banana bar: The majority of the show is katoeys, but they are the most stunning I've seen in all of the bars. The boys don't get much stage time, but I did spot one that I had offed previously when he used to work at Freshboys so we had a drink together. Smoking is allowed in this bar so you will smell like an ashtray when you leave. Moonlight: Went mainly for the show, which is very tame these days. Lots of good options in the rotation though, plus there are the models. Hotmale: A good line up here, and a good show (with very nice dicks). I went back with a Cambodian guy and he was lots of fun. Jupiter: Firstly, very impressed with the quality here. All model material and I could have easily gone with any of them. Mamasan told me the off fee and expected tip for boy, which he said 3000 for short time which I thought was a little on the higher side but maybe because they are models, the higher tip was expected. Or inflation. I ended up going with a nice Cambodian boy, sex was pleasant (but not earth shattering), and afterwards when I gave him 3000 he asked 'is that all?' I was confused, so then he said his rate was 5000. I was dumbfounded. To avoid any conflict I offered 4000 which he accepted. Note to myself for future, to always ask the boy what his tip expectations are, even if you know what the market price is. Kinda left a sour taste in my mouth, but this doesn't reflect so much on the bar itself. You live and you learn, and I'll put it down as an expensive mistake. Sol: The only bar I didn't manage to get to, but there is always next time. Massage Prime: I went here quite a few times, as I always do, and it's always high quality and run like a well-oiled machine. Advance bookings are required, although I think they are getting a little quieter now that high season is slowing down a bit. Jey Spa: My first time here. I booked in advance a boy who I had been admiring for quite some time, and I was really happy I finally met him. Exceeded my expectations too. Facilities are quite nice, and they are very responsive on Line. Senso: Only my second time here. The boy that I had last time was on vacation, so I chose another who was smiling and waving at me. He was a lot of fun and definitely worth a repeat when I come back. Kman: Last trip I had an excellent time here, so ended up booking the same boy and had an excellent time again. Prices here are much cheaper, but I tip generously. Hotels Quarter Silom: Good location. The rooms are a little small but well-presented, and with some interesting lighting controls. Rooms are not sound proofed, so you will hear everything. This hotel attracts I think mostly gay clientele, and there is lots of eye candy. Crowne Plaza: Probably my most favourite hotel in the area, but it does come with a hefty price tag. Very quiet, and very guest friendly. I came in late one night with boy in tow, and a manager-like person even pressed the elevator button for us. Le Siam: It's decent, and I did like staying on the other side of Silom Road for once. There are heaps of food options on Convent road which was great. Room size was okay and it is a little dated, but the price point was appropriate. Other things of note I finally met the esteemed @vinapu in person! My first forum member I have met, and we had lunch at Happy Beer Garden, whilst having pleasant conversation. Nice to meet you! To be continued...

It always puzzles me what minimum salary has to do with selling one's ass or pussy for that matter. Few of willing guys and /or girls are doing that in Thailand to avoid death from hunger. Rather they are looking for way to supplement what thay earn using whatever assets they have at their disposal. In few minutes I'm expecting guy to arrive on new shiny motorcycle. Should I sermon him about minimum salary? I don't think so and I'm sure neither do you.

Phuket Bars Didn't go to any, next time! Massage 4 Massage: Only went here this trip but quite glad this place still exists, although they have moved just around the corner from where they previously were. I went with 3 different boys here, one of which I've been seeing since 2019 who is always good fun. He massaged my legs for probably 5 minutes before the main event started, but he always gives me a good time. Another who was messaging me on Grindr on my last trip to Phuket (2022) I finally got the chance to try, and he was very good and happily bottomed for me, and another boy who was relatively new was also quite good and bottomed for me also (requested an inflated tip which I just had to laugh at). I always have a good time here. Hotel Baan Paradise: Situated in one of the streets in the paradise complex, it was decent enough and close to all the action. I had a balcony room so was able to look out onto the street and watch the people go by. It is a pretty lively area with people coming and going, plenty of restaurants, bars and massage shops (for gays and straights), and it is only a short walk to the beach. Other Didn't do much else here, and although Phuket isn't one of my favourite destinations, I still feel drawn to it every once in a while. Maybe for the massage boys, who knows. It is quite a big island so I may try staying in a different area next time. The Phuket Smart Bus runs up and down the west coast from the airport down to Rawai and it is reasonably priced for 100 THB one way. Doesn't run super often though, maybe once an hour or twice in the busy periods. Nakhon Ratchasima (Korat) A boy I met in Jomtien a few years ago went back home to Korat and asks me occasionally to come visit him so I thought I would considering I didn't have much else to do. I also wanted to try out the long distance trains, which were easy enough to book online, and very affordable. The train left from the new Krung Thep Aphiwat Central Terminal, which is absolutely massive but probably good forward planning for the future. I took a 2nd class aircon carriage which was comfortable enough. My hotel was less than a 10 minute walk from the train station, and after meeting the boy at Terminal 21, we later had a look around some of the attractions in the city as well as going to the tower back at Terminal 21 to look at the view over Korat. Boy stayed overnight, which was my only overnight this whole trip as I don't usually like long time. He also insisted on buying me dinner which I thought was sweet. I only gave myself one night here as I wanted to give myself an out incase things went pear shaped. Would I go back? Maybe, but it wouldn't be somewhere I would go regularly. I did see some farang there though. On the way back to Bangkok, I was in a 2nd class aircon carriage and this was the type with the open windows and also the back door was wide open as we went. I really enjoyed watching the scenery go by, and really interesting and exciting to see all the new structures for the train lines going up, which are massive and seemingly a little out of place in the countryside, but I think these are for the new high speed rail that is going to Laos and other places? I had a cute guy sit next to me for some of the trip, and I offered him some of my bread (which he declined), and later on struck up a short conversation with me before he got off at Saraburi. Final thoughts: I had a nice time and just kinda tried to pace myself since I was here for a while (and also not incredibly fit). I'm slowly building up my list of regulars which is good for future trips, and ate quite a lot of nice food. And same as always, I would often get mistaken for being Thai (which I take as a compliment), even in bars, and it's amusing when they talk to me in Thai and I just kinda look confused, or say something like 'kor tord na kap, English na kap'. I'll get around to learning Thai one day. My next trip may be in June/July, or December, or both. I'm not sure yet. But I do want to visit a few more places, like more islands. Thanks for reading!

It was nice to finally meet you and thank you for finding a time for me. As for tips I,m strong believer in market economy and boys are free to ask as much as they think they can get and we the clints are free to counteroffer, accept or reject it as long as all. Is communicated clearly anf timely I. E.well before deed is done. As with all market conditions things change and for example this trip I had pleasure, actually great pleasure, to interact with guy who gladly accepted overnight fee of exactly 60% of what he was firmly asking for as late as 1 1/2 year ago. Rare example of guy thinking long term and result was 7 offs including 4 days tour of Angkor ruins. When comes to Babe I think after multiple modifications to his face and slimming his body his glory is slowly fading away. He, while still is born performer and looking still attractive, at least for some, rarely now concludes model parade and days of multiple garlands hanging from his neck seem to be gone. Honestly I,d be curious how many of takers he has for supposed 8000 ST. Seems that Mean is rising star, on my recent visit out of 8 garlands distributed, 5 were hanging of his neck. Another night I spotted him dining with Oriental girl at UNESCO Foodland and from I could hear from just passing by their table seems he has very good command of English.

@newtobangkok123 in Thailand's massage parlours, whether it's a place primarily for legit massages or one primarily for erotic massages, the client makes two payments. The first is to the shop. The amount will be based on the their price list depending on the service you choose. You know that already. Some shops require you to pay before the session begins, other shops are happy to take payment (for the shop) after the session. The second payment is directly from you to the service provider. It is always made AFTER the session. Your chief question is how to know how much. First of all, not all massage places publish minimum tips. Some do, some don't. Legit massage places almost never publish minimum tips. Erotic massage places mostly do nowadays, or if they do not publish them publicly, the receptionist will whisper to you as you pay the shop's fee. Or, there will be something stated as a footnote on the menu card. Just be alert and pay attention. The rule of thumb is that any place with a stated minimum, however stated - whether publicly published, whispered or footnoted - you can assume to be an erotic massage place where the service provider expects that you would want a happy ending, or at least to get hard. So, to your question: Once I know the minimum tip, does this tip include the happy ending? the answer is Yes. Also, even if you decline the offer of a happy ending during the session, the minimum applies. That's simple enough However, regular visitors to massage parlours do not always pay just the minimum. The "how much" gets trickier. If it's a handjob, something like the minimum, plus a bit more (20%?) if you're orgasmically over the moon, will be fine. But if it was mediocre, just pay the minimum. More often than not, there is no discussion about handjobs; the service provider proceeds towards it, and you have to stop him if you do not want the session to go in that direction. If you're into plugging holes, you will probably be having a brief discussion in the room regarding who does what to whose hole, and in the course of that discussion, the service provider may mention a figure perhaps 25-50% higher than the previously stated minimum. Naturally, if you agree, that's the new minimum for your session. (If he quotes a new figure that is 75 - 100% above the pre-session minimum, I am likely to turn it down, as such a high mark-up probably indicates an unwillingness to go that route.) Whatever you've agreed, you can tip another 20-30% more above that new minimum if you're intoxicated with delight from his services (but they don't expect that). If for some reason, there is no discussion about any new minimum, then if he bottoms, you can still use the above percentages as a guide, i.e. anything from 25 - 50% above the minimum that was stated pre-session. If he tops. I think the pre-session minimum is still the reference level (but this is not an area I am familiar with). If it's a legit massage, my practice is to think in terms of maximum tip and then discount from there. If it was an excellent legit massage, I would apply the maximum, which would be an amount for the service provider that is the same quantum as what the shop charged for the session. However, if it was legit, but substandard, then I start discounting from the maximum. Example: I book a legit massage for 700 baht. If the guy delivers a very good massage, he gets 700 too. If not so good, then 600, or 500 and so on. What happens if, in what looks like a legit place, the service provider also delivers a handjob in the privacy of the room? If there was a discussion in the room, then all's clear. If no discussion, then I tend to tip some kind of industry average for handjob, which, in Bangkok (since you asked about Bangkok), may be in the 1000 - 1200 range. As with all conversations about appropriate tips, this post is going to get wild reactions from other members of the board. Some will say my ranges are too high and I am spoiling the market. More likely, others will pick up a megaphone and decry what a cheapskate I am. Without knowing who I am or which country I come from, they will say that (a) I come from a rich country, (b) I am perforce rich, and (c) I am a disgrace to humanity for failing to throw money around like Mansa Musa on his pilgrimage to Mecca. All I can say is that my rules of thumb have worked for the hundreds of massages I have had over decades, and no service provider has said - not to my face at least - I tip too little. I simply don't believe in bragging about my wealth (if any) by showing off. I was raised by parents who taught me that showing off is very crass.

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