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Hey folks. I've enjoyed reading trip reports on here in the past (most recently CallMeLee's excellent thread) so I thought I would share my experiences. This is an on-going report, so I will update it as needed as the month progresses. I'm only including my experiences with moneyboys and the bar system, and won't include day-to-day activities or personal hook-ups. I will detail sauna visits in as much as possible. My interest in doing this is partially to understand more about the system and how to work it effectively. I can't help but feel like I'm being scammed when I compare these experiences with ones I've read in the past. Please share all that you know with me, and I'll try and answer any question you have. I am a younger caucasian male and my interest is in big cocks and muscular guys who enjoy flexing. While this may sound typical, most of the reports I've read are more Twink-focused and haven't been helpful in getting what I want. I also haven't seen many detailed reports about the system, just brief mentions. I hope to make it easy for everyone to understand. First Experience, Two Nights in Space: Having already been in Bangkok for a few nights, a friend from outside of the country decided to make a short stopover. I told him I wanted to go to Jupiter2018 and see the show and he agreed to join me. I did see the Jupiter show on a previous trip, but merely for the show itself- I was naive and even younger. I told my friend what I had remembered of the show in the past. The men in Jupiter were like boyband members, lean and muscular, with meager rhythm and mediocre talent. They would go on stage and preform a number, interspersed with drag performances, but they were often good-looking and charming. We arrived a little after 10:00 PM and I paid 500 THB in entrance fees for each both of us, for 1000 THB total. The bar was quite packed, and perhaps as clientele that didn't look like they needed to spend money (my friend is a well-built caucasian male), we got sat in the corner table left of the front stage. We had a partially obscured view, but the advantages would be apparent later. Once sat, a waiter comes up with a flashlight and a menu. A drink is included with the entrance fee, but it's non-alcoholic. You pay extra for that, are you surprised? That's fine with us as we want to see the show we weren't planning on drinking. We order a Coke Zero each. To me, the 500 THB fee is worth it for the show. I wouldn't recommend ordering a second drink though. Spend that money on something more worthwhile. I was actually giddy with excitement. While not particularly horny, I am always interested in seeing an attractive guy showing off his physique. Luckily the men met my expectations. Nearly all of them had lean, muscular bodies with several being substantially larger. Only one model was an average looking Twink, and I actually felt a little sad for him being surrounded by what was on stage. Many of the models had tattoos and gave a polished gang vibe, like they'd definitely slam you against a wall by your neck. Hot. My favourite thing about Jupiter is that you can see the gym equipment and watch the models pump before their performances. It's also a two-level stage, and models often hang out on the top portion and look down after they've done their walk. You can view them at a different angle. It's a good venue and offers more voyeuristic opportunities than any other. The show itself starts with the introduction of the models. They each come on stage, one by one, and walk along a track through the bar. It gives the crowd a good opportunity to see them up-close, and of course to offer them a tip if you want to get their attention. That's another positive about Jupiter, but I'll touch on that at the end. The performance continues with an act from 4 of the men. It's a dance number with okay choreography, but one of the models doesn't quite match up. The models perform with a serious, stern look. It's quite sexy and gives an intensity to their performance. After this, I'm approached by one of the many mamasans of the bar. My friend points out that he's pretty attractive himself. He's in his 40's but I agree, a retired performer himself? More feminine than most of the models though, but not overly. I'm asked which one I want and I'm surprised I'm given such an early pick. That's not my intention tonight though. I'm just here to watch the full show with a friend, and takes notes for a future visit. "All of them!" I say, smiling ear to ear. They take the hint and walk away. My friend says that he might take the offer in the future. I'm a little surprised as I didn't expect him to be open to it. We each talk about which ones are our favourites. My choices all have big muscles, big ears and tattoos. There are quite a few I would consider! Upwards of 8. Does Jupiter have the best roster, or should this be expected everywhere I go? I have my answer... you'll find out as the report goes on. The next performance has a model spin a hola-hoop around his waist in a beautiful, ferocious manner. The sheer strength and endurance of this performance arouses me to a great degree. My friend leans over and whispers, "Can you imagine him in bed?" I'm instantly rock hard. He is not my type physically, but he's added to the list. A drag performance is next. I know they're unpopular with a lot of you, but I honestly don't mind. You just need to have them scheduled appropriately. The pacing needs to be right. I don't walk into a bar like this to see 6 drag performances and 3 male model performances. Luckily Jupiter does it right again. The performance is good but not great, thankfully the queen can lip-sync as I unfortunately found out that's not a minimum requirement for a lot of these place. Imagine that. There is a drag performance immediately afterward, but this one is more of a mixed performance. The drag performer plays the role of "the woman" and a one of the models plays the role of "the mysterious man." He wears a trench coat with no shirt underneath and looks down, taking long drags from a cigarette as smoke envelops around him. The drag performer lip-syncs from above the stage as he stands on the lower stage, eventually stripping down and "showering." He shows an enormous cock very briefly and my friend and I are shocked. This man is immediately my number one choice as he fits every criteria I'm looking for. He's big and broad with ripped abs, has many tattoos, big ears and as we just witnessed, a massive cock. I'd estimate it at 8 inches and quite thick. As we are on the front side of the stage, we get quite a good look at it! I think I have done enough research. I have my choice, but not tonight. We slowly sip our drinks and no one bothers us again. They do sit another patron at our table. They approach him several times and eventually he's moved to a better seat. I tell my friend that it's because he's spending money. Surely enough, he's soon sitting with one of the models. The bar has several women in it tonight. One Chinese woman is dressed very nicely, and keeps buying shots for the models. She also places a 1000 THB ring around two of the model's necks. My friend and I question what this is. Is he the top performer? Is he off the market for the night? I found out that it's merely a way of giving a large tip. I was wondering why she was so special! Her attire threw me off. Was she attending a gala immediately afterwards? Did I see a diamond tiara on her head? Oh, no, it's just her radiant beauty sparkling from across the floor. Another patron in front of us gives a 100 THB bill to each performer as they walk past him. He gropes them with each tip and jiggles his belly with glee. He's a young Chinese guy. I keep this in mind for future visits. The show finishes off without any other memorable performances, and as the night goes on, the stage is filled with less and less models. One of the performances ends and then nothing else happens, so my friend and I assume the show must be over. I believe there is a second performance, but I can't imagine it would be as good. Who's left? Do they restock with a fresh set of faces? We both have to be up quite early tomorrow as we are taking a day trip together, so we quickly sip the remaining soda we have and we walk out. We say our goodbyes as we are staying in different hotels, in opposite directions. He says he enjoyed the show and would like to go to the other show I told him about, Tawan. I agree. I watch as he walks away and wait for him to look back. He turns the corner. All I see are night vendors. I pause for a moment, my cock twitches. I consider walking back in and bringing one of the models back home with me...

Part 8 Fresh from Prince, I took a taxi back to the hotel and spent the rest of the afternoon chilling and mindlessly doing random things online. By night time, I was torn between going out or staying in. Not wanting to exaggerate, I kinda feel that my session with Bank should be enough to cap off the day. Although persistent nagging thought keeps on reminding me that I will regret not having maximised my time while in Thailand. I tried to appease and find a middle ground between my two conflicting thoughts by checking the apps. At least I can stay in but still manage to slut it up (lol). Could be my luck but the selection during that day was slim pickings. Could be the time of the year but the number of African MBs were not as plentiful compared from last year. I was able to shortlist a couple but by the end, I wasn't convinced. I ended both conversation with a "maybe" then took a taxi to Surawong. After having dinner, I headed to Screwboys. Very few customers are inside but the stage is full. It felt awkward being "outnumbered" with the whole roster vying for the attention of like 3 customers. I stepped out with my drinks and sat on the couch by the entrance and had an animated chat with the mama and Papasan. We chatted about Sol Bar (see previous report) and suddenly Mai (one of the big cock show guys) arrived. I really find him very attractive but unfortunately he is always booked. Actually, he doesn't mingle a lot - after his performance, he'll be fully dressed up and will be hanging out in the bar or in the dressing area. One day I will off him. Then T arrived and I was surprised to see him looking very dapper in his dress shirt and pants. We hugged and I greeted him a belated happy birthday. He then whipped out his phone and showed me photos of his birthday party that I missed (that I'm also glad to dodge and not pay for). I complimented how sharp he's looking tonight and he replied saying he got one more shirt like the one he's wearing and he wants to give it to me. I was confused thinking he wanted to sell it to me but he clarified he want to give it for free. I smiled and thanked him for the gesture saying there's no need. When I sensed that there's enough customers inside, I returned back to my seat. T must be lucky as he's already seated with a customer. Lucky for me as well as I'm spared with the conversation of why I am not choosing him tonight. Papasan checked on me again suggesting to choose a guy before the show starts. That's not a problem as I already have my eyes on another ex-Dreamboys guy. I made eye contact and motioned him to seat next to me. He introduced himself as Tan and he's from Cambodia. We had a good and decent conversation during the show as his English is quite good - actually the best out of everyone I offed this trip. He said that he's trying to get my attention the last three times I was there but I keep on ignoring him. Again, MB memories are impressively sharp! We also talked about dreamboys and how he ended up leaving (Thai only policy) but he mentioned that working there is much better (I now forgot his reason) Tan seemed to notice that I keep on massaging my shoulder and neck area - he then took over the massage which was surprisingly good. Of course it was to be expected that he then used this to segue and talk about getting offed. My logical self thought that given that he's very attractive plus if the massage hed given will be consistent, then offing him will not be a bad idea. He's adamant for short time and I just agreed (feeling lazy to send him back and start from scratch in the selection process!) While he's getting dressed, T managed to sneak a few moments and had a chat with me wanting to secure an off next time - I gave a non committal response and gave him a bit of substantial tip (price of one drink) and wished him a happy birthday. He smiled gave me a hearty kiss and left. While walking towards Starbucks to wait for our grab taxi, I can't help but notice that Tan is a bit touchy feely with either his hand holding mine or over my shoulder. This is kind of new to me with most of my offs previously reserving this gestures inside the bar or hotel. After showering, Tan started the massage which turned out to be good. I asked him if he was previously trained and he said no - he's just copying strokes he remembers whenever he have a massage and just imagine what will feel good. I was satisfied with that response. He then transitioned to the more sensual part of the session which turned out to be good as well. He kisses very passionately and the sex didn't feel mechanical. At one point, he's even guiding me what to do to make him feel good (I should be charging him later. Lol). Sometimes it's nice to have a session where both person actually seemed to enjoyed it I guess. We both finished, exhausted, and continued our chat. We then showered together, continued our chat lying in bed while having drinks. I don't know why but for some reason, he then asked if it's ok to change the session to long time as he wants to stay longer. I scanned my memory trying to recall if my room is ready for long time (i.e.valuables, etc are secured) and after weighing my options, agreed to Tan's suggestion. It would be lovely to have the comfort of sleeping next to a gorgeous, warm and cozy body again.

Part 7 After saying goodbye to Mek, I welcomed the return to my solitary bed, relishing the comfort of solitude. While I enjoy companionship, there comes a point when I crave time alone. My time with Mek was enjoyable; he's attractive, and I appreciated his efforts to please. Perhaps another encounter with him is in the cards. The next day, after tackling some work, I contemplated checking out Aurora Massage in Sukhumvit (as discussed in this forum). However, after a few exchanges, my gut feeling told me to proceed with caution. While nothing seemed outright suspicious, their focus on the brand of oil they use (Aesop) to justify their prices and not being forthcoming about shorter session options left me hesitant. Maybe I'm reading too much into it. Instead, I decided to head back to Suan Plu, not to revisit S'sense, but to give Prince Massage another shot. It had been quite some time since my last visit (before the pandemic), and I was curious about any changes. Arriving at the familiar compound, I was met by a lone staff member. It was 2 pm, and I found myself the only customer in the reception area. Though there were fewer masseurs (around 10) available this time, the overall quality seemed promising. From looks alone, I have shortlisted 8 potentials. As I took a seat, all the masseurs sprang into action, each vying for my attention. One in particular caught my eye with his impressive physique and warm shy smile. With a laser pointer confirmation from the staff member, Bank (as he later introduced himself) approached me, while the others resumed their tasks. Navigating the massage room area is quite confusing being dark, with only few LED candles in between and some mirrored walls, I was lucky not to bang my head or crash on a mirror on my way to my designated room. Upon entering, Bank led me to the shower and he stepped out to get his stuff. I was heartbroken (lol) as I thought he will join me. He entered a few minutes later and I enjoyed watching him take a shower. The frosted glass window near the bed is a nice touch. Bank was a bit chatty and his English is quite good. His massage skills while not as enjoyable as the one I had at S'sense is still remarkable and very pleasant . From his strokes, you can really feel that he was trained and the massage level is way more than decent. One thing that surprised me happened when he transitioned to the more spicy part of the session. Many of you may already noticed that I do not provide much details on my reports when it comes to this part of the massage. But I was pleasantly surprised with my experience with him that I'm making a bit of exception. From experience, I always find my sessions in Brasil to be hotter and way more intense. I was delighted that the level of experience with Bank was comparable. He kisses so passionately that it felt like I was transported to 117 in Rio rather than being in Bangkok (and I am not exaggerating!). He's also a good top and prepared me well prior to entering me gently and then slowly working building up the intensity of his thrusts. Half of the tops I met in Bangkok doesn't seem to know what they are doing which makes the experience less pleasurable. We continued in different positions with me finishing while he's inside me and our lips are locked passionately. He then finished off on my chest and after wiping it off, went back lying on the bed to catch our breath, bit of a laugh and more cheeky extra kisses. We showered together afterwards and after giving Bank his tip, said my good bye together with a sincere promise that I will be back and choose him again. As I exited the gate and made my way to the main road, I reflected on what just happened and was thankful for re-discovering this place.

First Experience, Two Nights in Space (Cont.) But ultimately I pull it forward and tuck it behind the waistband of my pants, as to hide my awkward erection in public. I'll come back tomorrow night. I spend my free time scrolling the TikTok feed of Jupiter and looking at the videos they've posted recently. Every night they post a video of the line-up of guys. I look for the one I shortlisted, and screenshot his photo. I return at 10:00 PM and before entering the venue, I show the street hawker my phone and the photo of the model. I ask, "Is he working tonight?" The hawker looks confused, and ushers me over to the door staff, who confirm his name is B, and he is there tonight. I pay the 500 THB and get sat in a very good seat, with no one beside me. I order a drink, this time alcoholic and pay the extra fee. I tip on the drink. Not a minute later, a mamasan sits beside me and confirms my selection of the night. He asks if I want to talk to B before the performance starts, and I decline. I'll invite him for a drink later. Should I have taken this chance? While I was confirmed on my selection, I'd rather see him in the show first, to re-confirm this is exactly what I want. What if he had a bad attitude tonight, or seemed ill to perform? Okay, now I'm just making excuses. I fucked up. The show begins, and it's much the same as the night before. Less intensity, and the club is less crowded. When the models do their initial walk on the stage and around the bar, I offer B a 100 THB tip as he passes my table. He bows and puts his hands together politely. He is not flirtatious, but seems respectful. Another dance number begins the string of acts, but this time all of the performers are off. It's very low energy. A drag performance immediately follows. It's less elaborate than the night before. I didn't come for the show tonight though, so it doesn't bother me. As I've come to understand, each venue has their good and bad nights. Luck of the draw. The models strut by again, and I tip B another 100 THB. Again, he bows and puts his hands together. I want to catch his attention. I've never done this before, so I'm sure I'm throwing out unnecessary money. My indiction the night before was that the boys are in high demand and you often don't get your pick, but tonight it seemed that even the patrons were less interested. There was no tipping and no shots being offered. There were no screaming women having the time of their lives. Was anyone smiling? Soon I would be. The mamasan sat beside me again and confirmed my selection. Where he seemed immediately interested in offering me B before, this time there was hesitation. "Well, he's straight, so I'll have to check with him." Okay. I'm a courteous and respectable person. If he's not comfortable, why would I force it? But let's not forget the purpose of this establishment either. Chuckle with me. Ha. Ha. B is sat beside me shortly afterward and the waiter confirms that I will purchase his drink. He is stiff. He looks straight ahead and doesn't engage much. I ask him, "Your name is B?" He can understand but his English is not great. We banter very briefly. "Are you Thai?" I ask because his look appears to be Chinese, and I find him incredibly beautiful. "From Udon Thani." He explains. I try and use this to engage in further conversation as I will travel to that region soon. It doesn't work, he appears uncomfortable. I'm a little taken aback. I'm not a bad looking person. I'm in good shape. I'm well dressed and polite. I don't touch him, but he seems scared. I sit for a bit and watch the show, looking at him occasionally. He fakes a little smile. I figure, I paid for his drink, I'll see if it's okay if I rub his back. He shakes his head up and down and smiles and then goes back to a blank expression. I make sure, "Is this okay?" and again the same gesture. His body is tight. His skin is soft and cool. You can feel the muscle clenching underneath, rock hard and chiseled. I'm very impressed by his look. He has pale skin and big ears. A stern expression. I try and tell him that I saw him in the show the previous night, and that I was impressed with the size of his dick. He shakes his head the same way. I assume he doesn't understand me. Okay, is it just the language barrier? To be honest, my intention with him is to have him flex while he fucks me with his massive cock. His body is incredible and I simply want to worship him, and his tool looks like it can provide me ample pleasure, even if he doesn't give it his all. I'm accustomed to 18cm or more, so this is my target when seeking moneyboys. He sits for a while and finishes his drink. Then it comes time for his performance. Unfortunately I'm unable to watch him perform, as immediately the mamasan returns and confirms that he will go back to my hotel with me. I pay the 500 THB bar fee. I am unsure if I should tip, so I don't. I think this is a mistake? The mamasan seems happy anyway. When the performance finishes, B is fully dressed in street attire and looks quite good. He comes to my table and grabs me and takes me outside, where we flag down a taxi and head back to my hotel. He speaks to the driver in Thai to help him navigate. We sit quietly in the back of the taxi and he stares out the window. I admire the way he is dressed and his stern demeanour. I am going to love using his body. I'm staying at Beanstalk, where the room is quite minimal and the bed is Japanese style, low to the floor. I worry if this is an unusual or unimpressive accommodation for B. We enter the room, and he immediately sits on the bed and removes his shirt. He begins to undress. Part of my desire was to slowly removing his clothing and to appreciate every muscle of his body, as he flexed them ritually. That was not in the cards. I touch his body. I run my hand on his chest as he lays back on the bed. I push against his abs, feeling the solidity of the muscle underneath the layer of skin. I grab his pecs and caress them in my hand, filling the entirety of my palm. I ask him to flex and he doesn't understand. I make the motion with my arms, flexing my own biceps. He does it half-heartedly. I'm a little disappointed. He quickly undoes his pants and pulls out his dick and starts to put a condom on. I take this as understanding it's time for penetration. No. I suck his dick. It gets hard quite quickly, and again I'm taken for a bit of a shock. Is this the same model? His dick is significantly smaller, even though he's seemingly aroused. I'm told later that dicks in performances are often pumped to appear much larger. Okay, then pump it up! It's not small, but it's more akin to 17cm now. He keeps the condom on as I suck his dick. I just don't have any interest anymore. A blowjob with a condom? I can't do it. I stop sucking him, and I try and kiss him. He keeps his lips closed and pushes me toward his neck. He smells good, but I'm being disappointed at every turn. Surely the sex might at least feel good. I ask him to fuck me. "No fuck" he says. My jaw hits the floor. Excuse me? "No fuck." Clearly I misunderstood the purpose off Jupiter, or some rule somewhere, or missed some step in the process. "Just suck, you suck me. No fuck." He seems angry. I ask him if he can remove the condom, I don't mind giving oral, in fact I thoroughly enjoy it. But I can't suck a piece of latex. He says he will not remove it. My mood is killed, my desire is gone, my erection shrivels, and I'm left agasp. Is this what people pay for? Is this the moneyboy experience? I think back to the trip reports I've read, and there is so little detail about the sex, just about the general 'good time' they seemingly have. Oh no. What have I gotten myself into. I just give him the 2500 THB mandatory tip and he gets dressed and leaves. The entire stay lasts 30 minutes. He says thank you, but doesn't offer to keep in communication or try and schedule another appointment, which is what I will soon find out is customary. I sit in my room for a moment, thinking about what just happened, and I feel incredibly bad. I just paid a total of 4800 THB for the most disappointing sex I think I ever had. I get over it quickly, and head to Grindr for something free. This time there's passion.

Part 3 With just one day left before Jake's arrival, I decided to take things easy since he seems to have some plans and places he would like to see. One smart move on my part —I made sure to bring up the topic of compensation in advance this time around. However, his response was a bit unclear. He seemed to think that me handling everything for the next three days would suffice. He mentioned wanting to enjoy Bangkok without the hassle of worrying about MB work and finding clients. While it sounded reasonable, deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that I ought to do something in return when he leaves. I woke up and spent a few hours responding to emails and checking on the progress of work back home. Mates always nag me about not being able to relax and disconnect properly. But I think that investing time to stay on top of things now prevents a mountain of stress later on post vacation. Plus, it ensures that my vacation doesn't eat into all my leave credits, leaving me with nothing for the future. This approach has served me well so far, though I guess everyone has their own way of doing things. When my stomach started rumbling, I decided to call it a day and went out for lunch. I stumbled upon a Chinese noodle house near McDonald's on Silom Rd. It turned out to be a poor choice—the service was cold and indifferent. Despite being customer number two at that time, I felt completely ignored by the four staff. I took the initiative to grab a menu myself, but when I sat down, the waiter pointed to a QR code on the table and swiftly walked away. The code led me to a Thai website, leaving me to fend for myself. Hungry and frustrated, I opted for McDonald's next door to fill up. Problem solved, albeit in a less exciting way. With my hunger satisfied, I made my way to Green Massage for a foot massage. They tried to upsell me to a full-body massage, but I declined, citing my recent meal and the potential mess they may need to mop off. A foot massage there is always a delight, and I've never left disappointed. It's also a perfect way to kill time before catching the boy show next block. Later in the evening, I found myself at Arena in Silom Plaza. It wasn't high on my list of places to visit prior to this trip, but recent events with Tawan made this visit compelling. Not much seemed to have changed—the atmosphere, the process, and the quality of masseurs all remained consistent. Yet, it still seemed to be the go-to spot for meeting Tawan-like guys, at least for the time being. As night fell, I headed over to Screwboys, which was quickly becoming my favorite spot. Their current selection was on point, and I couldn't resist checking it out. One boy caught my attention. Not my usual type but his overall playful demeanour onstage and how he vibes with other guys looks entertaining. I quickly signalled to invite him to sit with me which he smilingly obliged. T as he introduced himself is from Vietnam - he also mentioned that it will be his birthday in three days. I nodded politely which he interpreted that I don't believe him. He then whipped out his phone and showed me a photo of his passport. I smiled and asked if he would like a drink. T seems eager to secure business as he instantly became touchy and leading my hand to explore various parts of his body. A few moments later, we were kissing like we are the only people in the room. This left me a bit embarassed as I am personally not a fan of public displays like this. I asked him if he would like a second drink. He responded saying that will it be alright if his brother can join us and have that drink instead. Min joined us and minutes later was doing the same routine as T. I really couldn't complain being flanked and alternately kissed by two gorgeous guys. I was shocked to learn though that they are actual brothers (as per T: "mother, father same same "). I can't even process the fact that they both would like to spend the night. At the end, I politely declined the proposition. I just can't wrap my head around that kind of scenario. It eventually ended with me and T marching out and doing a 7-11 pitstop. In the counter, T handed me a 100 baht note since he purchased a pack of ciggies. I appreciated the gesture but made it a point to add it to his tip. At the hotel, we had a lively discussion over microwaved food and he's just a chatterbox talking about his life in Bangkok and his family in Vietnam. I prefer not to participate much in this type of conversation as these can be potentially used later for financial help requests. But T have a very animated and entertaining way of storytelling that I can't help but to engage. We then showered together and things started to heat up again. Initially, I was concerned that his over the top touchy and flirty gestures in the bar is just for show to convince clients for an off - but he remained consistent all throughout. We had a quick shower, a bit more chat and a few minutes later, told him that Jetlag is calling me. He pulled me closer to his chest, kissed me in the forehead and said our goodnights.

Part 2 Writing this trip report has proven to be quite the challenge. Balancing daily activities with the need to have fun, reflect on experiences, and put thoughts to paper has left me significantly behind schedule. Upon returning to my hotel from Hotmale , I was eagerly looking forward to succumbing to the embrace of jetlag-induced sleep. However, my hopes were dashed as I discovered that my room was plagued by an annoying noise coming from the balcony, which to my horror ,housed the condenser units of adjacent rooms. I endured the disturbance for the night and approached the hotel staff the next day. Thankfully, they promptly assigned me a much quieter and better room. Having to repack and move was a hassle given that I have nested a fair bit with my stuff already scattered everywhere in the room. Once settled in my new room, I received a message from Jake, a Philipino MB I met from a previous trip. Given this trip is unplanned, it turned out that he'll be in Bangkok as well but with friends and a week later than my arrival. We agreed to have his incoming flight rebooked so that we can meet for a few days before he set off with his mates. Too much drama with this rebooking as I can't use my credit card to pay. Jake said that in Manila, sometimes the airline will look for the card used to pay for the flight during check-in. And he can be deplaned if he's not able to produce it. Still I can't see the logic . Must be an anti fraud thing Deciding to fill my time, I ventured to Platinum Mall in search of souvenirs and treats to bring back home. Although the mall's offerings remained largely unchanged, I managed to find a few trinkets and enjoy a meal at the Foodcourt on the top floor. Opting for a change of pace, I hopped on the BTS to Saphan Kwai station and decided to try out 15M. I was asked to remove my footwear before climbing up the second level. I was expecting to be given slippers at this point but was shocked to learn that I will be barefoot the entire time. Some masseurs are in the reception and while I am browsing the menu, noted how much photo enhancement were done to the photos they send to clients. Generally I found the massage experience to be underwhelming, questioning the value of opting for the longer 1.5-hour session as the quality seemed lacking. As evening approached, I made my way to Dreamboys, only to notice a significant reduction in the lineup compared to my previous visit. Disheartened by the sparse lineup and boring atmosphere, I made a swift exit, seeking a livelier alternative. I then marched straight to Screwboys, where I encountered many familiar faces missing from Dreamboys. It was a full on contingent on a small cramped stage. I was pleased to spot Mai among the performers, his boyish and manly charm is always a welcome sight. Among the performers, I invited and struck up a conversation with Boy, a Vietnamese who used to work at dreamboys, who surprisingly remembered our previous encounter (complete with details!)After enjoying the show, I proposed spending more time together, although Boy expressed his fatigue (not enough sleep for two days) and suggested a short time. I responded saying that I am in the same situation as him and may be asleep way before he did. We agreed, settled my bill and made our way to the hotel.

Years ago, I'd always end my encounters with a reminder to my Thai partners to wear a condom and I provided them if needed. Three years ago, a friend of my boyfriend, someone whom I've known for over a decade, forty years-old, a university graduate from a middle-class family and not on the scene, was found to be positive. He was quickly medicated. However, two years ago he was taken seriously ill with a series of ailments, one of which was life-threatening. He was in hospital for months. The doctor told him the symptoms were Hiv related. He's better now, but still suffers distressing after effects from his illness. I've never doubted the importance of safe sex but even I was surprised by what happened to him; after all, there is a belief in some quarters that new medication makes the condition manageable, like diabetes 2. I know now that it remains life-threatening, and probably will continue to be so for many years. Sorry for the homily , but I feel passionately about this. I could relate the story of another Thai friend who was diagnosed in 2007 but it is till too painful for me. For heaven's sake, everybody, take care and if you are enjoying the company of Thais on the commercial scene and be aware of their needs too, remembering that sometimes they are desperate for money.

Part 6 After a quick breakfast in the hotel, Jake and I hailed a Grab taxi to take us to Siam Paragon, the pickup location for the tour we had booked. Navigating to the assembly area was a breeze, thanks to the clear directions and photos provided by the klook app. We arrived with half an hour to spare before departure, giving us ample time to purchase some snacks for the two hour ride. Arriving back to Damnoen floating market was a nostalgic journey for me, as it had been years since I last visited. Activities like these feel awkward to be doing alone so Having Jake along made the experience even more enjoyable. It was fun navigating the bustling waterways together, passing through the vibrant market stalls, we couldn't resist sampling local delicacies like grilled meats on skewers, fruits, local delicacies I can't even identify, washing it all down with refreshing coconut water. Following our exploration of the floating market, we made our way to Maeklong Railway, eager to witness the famous train weaving its way through the market stalls. Despite the enjoyable excursion, the relentless heat of the afternoon began to take its toll, prompting us to seek refuge in the shade whenever possible. Yet, the sight of the train thundering past, mere inches from the vendors' goods, made the journey undeniably memorable.Despite the enjoyable and picturesque tour, the sweltering heat began to take its toll, and I was grateful for the respite of the air-conditioned bus by mid-afternoon picking us up and ending the tour. We got dropped off at Iconsiam which is good as the dinner cruise we booked will be leaving from this pier in 3 hours. With this planned and no time to return to the hotel , we went to a massage shop nearby to refresh our body from the grueling day trip and more importantly, have a shower and change clothes. The chao praya cruise was very enjoyable and seeing some iconic Bangkok sights from a different perspective is enjoyable. Food is decent and entertainment is also good. Jake and I just chill enjoying the sights over beer and friendly banter and a bit of heart to heart talk. When the cruise ended by around 10pm, we were exhausted, we then headed back to the hotel where we decided to chill for the night, Jake started packing his stuff. While I start making mental notes of what to do the coming days. The next morning, we treated ourselves to an early lunch at Baiyoke Sky, soaking in the breathtaking views of the city skyline. Reflecting on the past few days, I felt grateful for Jake's companionship but also excited at the prospect of solo exploration. By early afternoon, Jake received a text from his friends indicating their arrival, signaling the end of our shared adventure. We bid farewell at the hotel, cherishing the memories created during our time together (not to forget a cheeky farewell sex before he took off!) Still feeling tired, I decided to have a nap. I woke up around 8pm struggling to decide if I should go out or let my introverted self enjoy solitude for a bit. I did enjoy and had a blast having a companion during the last three days but part of me enjoy being alone sometimes. By 9:30pm, I am making my way to Surawong. My introverted self can have fun after this trip. Freshboys was this night's destination. Place is decently full. I quickly surveyed the stage and can see more than 3 that I deem as offable. Maybe I'm being too sensitive but seeing the mamasan feeling up the guys on stage is a bit off putting for me. The mamasan will just walk past and nonchalantly place his hands inside their pants feeling their arse and cock. Then as if nothing happened, will just walk away. I don't want to sound hypocritical but I just feel sorry for the guys. Out of the 3 I shortlisted in my head, one made eye contact and smiled. Next minute he's sitting with me having the usual chat while watching the show. He introduced himself as Mek from Myanmar. He can carry basic convo but will whip out his phone from time to time for translation. When we approached the pointy end of our chat, he asked me if I'm looking for LT or ST. "Short Time", I replied. I was so surprised with my response. Must be my introverted self speaking out loud. With that, Mek and I made our way out of the bar and hailed a taxi to my hotel.

Sixth Experience, A Dip in the Moonlight: A poster on this forum recommended Moonlight to me after I mentioned my interest in muscle. It wasn't even on my radar before. I'd seen the signage on my walks through the area, but I assumed it was one of those bars littered with barely-legal twins. Boy, was I was wrong! The location is a little unusual. There's signage outside of a narrow alley, and as you walk through you begin to question if you're in the right place. Surely enough, there's Moonlight a few steps away. I pay the 500 thb entrance fee and I'm lead inside. The place is moderately busy, but I get a good seat in the centre of the second row. There's a few patrons beside me, but they leave a seat empty directly next to me. I've noticed they do this a lot; to encourage a boy to sit with you? I'm typically one of the few caucasians in these bars. I've noticed a majority of clientele are Chinese. I've also noticed a lot of other patrons of these bars are lookers themselves- sometimes I'd rather off them than the models! I've arrived a little early. I order a Coke Zero. I grabbed a Strong Zero (9%!) from 7-Eleven beforehand, and one of those gets me buzzed at the perfect level. Ordering a Coke or likewise, they deliver you a glass of ice and the can itself. Typically you can refill the glass another 1/2 to sometimes even a full other glass this way. Maximizes how long before they trot over to sell you another overinflated drink. Plus zero calories and no bad decisions. Win-win-win. The boys on stage are simply standing, rotating through 4 models at a time. They stand on stage and present themselves. A few of them are flirtatious and make eye contact and smile, much like Dreamboys. I find this endearing even though I know it's performative. It lets you know they are either interested in meeting you, or at least have the decency of knowing how to caress a patron's ego. I take this as a sign that they know their job is to please you or deliver a fantasy experience. I'm impressed by the models here. There are a handful on the average side, but there are at least 6 models that are very defined and very muscular. I notice there are even more models in the bar than what appear on stage, so raise that number to 8. I take note of the numbers on the ones who interest me, although this is a preliminary visit to check out the show and I don't plan on offing anyone tonight. Do the numbers change on a nightly basis or largely stay the same? The mamasan approaches me before the show begins and asks which one I'd like. I find this a little off-putting, I've seen maybe a handful of the models, how am I suppose to chose now? "You're waiting for the show?" they ask. Yes. I notice patrons are already inviting models to their tables though. An older Caucasian pair have the two hottest men at their table. One extremely built model with a bad-boy vibe, wearing a durag on his head and adorned in tattoos. The other is fox-faced, beautiful with a lean and athletic body and shredded abs. This one would be my choice if he were available. The show begins with a model coming out wearing white garments that appear to be a type of male lingerie? It doesn't appeal to me, but he has a nice body. He picks up a hoola-hoop adorned with ribbon and gyrates his body. It's a very strange act. I giggle at the sheer absurdity of it. I would love to meet whoever plans these out. The act is very brief. In fact, all of the acts are quite brief. I don't mind. The next act has a model acting as James Bond. He takes out a fake gun and points it in various directions. Also a strange act. I giggle again. Okay, I see you Moonlight. This show is actually a lot of fun just in the absurdity. I don't think it takes itself seriously, or if it does, it was choreographed by Tommy Wiseau. The next act is a drag performance but I'm SO impressed with this one. The drag performer is stunningly beautiful and lip-syncs flawlessly. Finally, a bar that doesn't pull out the absolute bare-minimum of "just throw on a dress and move side to side." I know drag performances are a heated topic of debate. Again, I don't mind them in a small dose. The following two performances are lip-syncs from the male models. At first I assume they are singing, their talent at lip-syncing is quite good. The second performer stops part way through the song and it's confirmed. One song is in Chinese, the other in English. The Chinese song is more sensual and romantic, and the model makes eye contact and motions toward the audience members. The English song is more energetic and gives a k-pop performance kind of vibe, with the model exhibiting a ton of energy. Another drag performance, this time a duet with a male model, albeit fully clothed. It's a Phantom of the Opera act. I absolutely love this show. It's so ridiculous in all the right ways. The drag performer once again knocks it out of the park. Every model who performs or presents themselves from the beginning of the show to the end is my type. They are all extremely muscular in just the right way. Most are quite attractive and most seem very charismatic, with a few of the bigger guys appearing a little clunky and stiff. The model I want is still sitting with his client, and is now fully dressed in street clothing. Oh. He's been offed. I make eye contact with him from across the room as much as possible. I want him to know I'm interested. He looks back, but quickly looks away every time. I'm hoping the customer regrets his decision- clearly he's staying for the entire show instead of enjoying his purchase. That's not the case unfortunately. Near the end of the show, the models come out and stand between the first and second row of tables, so I have a front-row seat. Seeing their bodies this close is a dream come true. Thank you so much for recommending Moonlight, wow. I will go back for sure. I've already told friends about the performances. I had so much fun. Having this number of models I'm interested in offing is also impressive. I'd rank Jupiter & Moonlight as being my favourite two bars so far. I'd go to both just for the show and I feel like the price is worth it for the entertainment. I also feel like they have the best looking models in terms of my preferred body type, but even then, their sheer handsomeness and charisma. If anyone has any other suggestions, I'm all ears. A few massage parlours have been recommended and I will head to those next.

Fifth Experience, You Got Screwed, Boy: Screwboys is a short walk away and seems to share an entrance space with a female bar. I walk through the female section and get called at, but quickly enter Screwboys itself. There is no entrance fee, that's refreshing. I don't bother asking about what type of models they have because it's nearly midnight and I'm already a little disappointed. I'm not expecting to off anyone, and I'm more in the mindset to check this place out and cross it off of my list. I'm sat inside at a table near the stage. There are no boys on the stage, and the table next to me is filled with women. Actually, nearly the entire bar is. Is it an Indian woman's wedding shower or something? She seems to be having a lot of fun and is friends with many of the other women. The shows are sitting down near the entrance, all of them disengaged and scrolling through their phones. I check them out, and while they aren't necessarily twinks, none of them are very muscular. That's okay, I'll order a drink, see the show and leave with an impression of what this bar is like. I'm sitting right next to the door way to the back, where the drag performers enter and exit. I believe every drink is 350 THB, as a sign on the wall near the entrance says. I take this as the entrance fee. I order my drink and almost immediately I'm approached by a model that is about to head through this door to the back. He's on the shorter side, speaks good English, and has a moderately impressive body. He has a tight stature and good definition. Nothing exceptional but better than average. He immediately asks to sit with me and buy him a drink. What a hustler, I think. I shake my head. I just sat down. He hangs out by this doorway and I can feel him starring at me while I try and watch the stage, waiting for the show to start. If I look back, he immediately engages me again. I don't want to give him the wrong idea. The performances consist of nearly all drag performances. 3 in a row, and then a performance with several at once. They aren't bad, but they aren't exceptional. A strange choice for a boy bar, I think. Then it's your typical line-up of men on stage. They rotate positions so everyone in the bar can see them. The one who approached me at the beginning keeps looking me in the eyes, and every single time I look at him, he makes a hand gesture that says "Buy me a drink?" and points to the seat next to me. I shake my head no what feels like 15 times. A few more of the men on stage are flirtatious. There is one that's a little cuter, but doesn't show his body. He's on the verge of no longer being a Twink, but it's hard to tell if he's my type. He smiles at me and makes a heart formation with his hands. He blows kisses at me. I find it cute and endearing, and it doesn't come across as pandering although I'm sure it's merely a tactic. There is another younger guy on stage, but he's shirtless, and has soft muscle definition. He reminds me a little bit of the one who approached me at the beginning. He does the same thing, points to the seat next to me and then points to himself. I shake my head and smile. Wow, the boys here are HUSTLERS! They are working for that paycheque! At this point, the Indian woman stands near the stage and has all of the boys line up. She hands out 100 THB to each boy. They line-up patiently for what seems like an eternity and wait for their turn to take the bill. After this, an older Caucasian male decides to do the same, perhaps seeing the attention this afforded her. He sits at a table right in front of the stage. I notice the one who was eager to sit with me immediately tries to go through the line-up twice. The older man is taken aback by this but ultimately gives him another tip. Not seconds later, this boy is sitting with him at his table and working him HARD. Touching him, flexing, kissing him. Woah! I'm glad the attention is off of me, but at this point, I've noticed he's probably the one that is closest to my type. His body is the best in the bar from what I can see, and it's getting late. Oh no. Am I about to make a bad decision? I'm a little horny now. There is a "big cock" portion of this show, but all I remember is that the men walked around the bar and allowed the audience to grope them for a tip. There was one really tall and really lean young model with an enormous cock. 21 cm, I'd estimate. I was immediately enthralled! Finally, it may not be muscle, but that's a mouthwatering piece of meat! He's all the way at the other side of the bar. I quickly grab a 100 THB bill and anticipate him coming to my side of the bar. Oh no, I don't think he has time. The next act is about to begin. Just at the end he does. I hand him the bill and I touch his dick for a few seconds. It's so impressive. Is he beautiful? No. Is he my type? Well, that dick is my type. Immediately after this, he disappears. When the mamasan approaches me and asks which boy I'm interested in, I confirm this by saying "Did the good one with the huge cock leave?" "Ah, yes, sorry." I'm unsure if he was offed or simply left for the night. Damn. Horny and now eager for trying another off, I decide on the best option at this time. The model who approached me at the beginning. He's so happy. He comes and sits with me and flexes his body, touches me, kisses me. Woah! Okay, this is off to a good start. He tells me he is Vietnamese. I love Vietnamese men. I find their accent so appealing and they're usually more forceful than Thais. This can equate to good sex. "That's my brother," he says, pointing to one of the models that were flirting with me from the stage just a few minutes ago. it's the one who's also shirtless but with soft muscle. He's cute. Really cute. "He's your brother?" I ask. "Mother same, father same." he says. I'm hard as a rock. That is so interesting. "He would really like it if you bought him a drink, it would make him so happy." When am I going to get the opportunity to have one brother on my right side and another brother on my left? I seize the chance, "Okay, I'll buy him a drink." The model I'm sitting with starts frantically yelling in Vietnamese to the other boy. It takes a minute to get his attention, and then he runs over. The mamamsan, seeing I have two boys sitting with me, now offers me another table. "So you can see the show better." I'm almost ready to ask, "what show?" I decide to move anyway, so I can cuddle up to both of them better. We are sitting together and they're both very comfortable and quite talkative. There is no awkward silence. The younger one starts to grab my dick in the bar and I get an erection. "Wow, so big!" he says. I take this as an opportunity to ask about their size, "Not so big," the older one replies. "That's okay, you have an amazing body!" I tell him. He flexes. In fact, the entire night he's been flexing and displaying his body. Is it really that impressive? No, he has a small frame, but I like the eagerness to show off. The younger one asks "Why don't you like me?" jokingly. I tell him, "No muscle!" and he flexes too. It's soft. Maybe it's there, somewhere, but he has more work to do. I find this cute either way. They both continue to grope me. Eager! Do I like having my dick grabbed in a bar? No, not really, but I like that they were engaging with me more than most models I've sat with. This was a good sign. I also took this as a sign that they are open to having a lot of fun in the bedroom. I decide I will off them. I ask their price. 2500 THB for one, 5000 THB for both, plus 1000 THB to the bar. It's a little rich for my blood. I decide to take only the older brother. He goes and gets changed. While he's dressing, the younger one does his best to convince me. Grabbing me, mentioning that they are brothers again. Are they brothers? Is this an act? I now fully expect this to be a ploy, but hey, it works. That's a rare opportunity and a fantasy for many. "Do you fuck your brother?" I ask him. He looks puzzled. "Do you guys have sex with each other? If I take you both, will you be uncomfortable?" He types on his phone "biological brother." I take this as a no, but it wasn't really what I asked. What is their mission in getting me to off them both? "I have another brother too," he says. Really? Do I trust anything you say? The older brother is changed and ready to go. I pay all of the fees and all of the drinks and the mamasan asks if I need a room. Sure, why not, I don't live close by. I assume the room fee is added to the bill because the bill is quite high if I recall. In excess of 2000 THB? I'm a little overwhelmed and don't take a look at the itemized list. I'm sure I'm being ripped off, but to what extent I'm mere moments away from finding out...

Arrival in Seoul: A Historical Introduction I touched down in Seoul, eager to dive into its rich tapestry of history and culture. My first stop was the majestic Gyeongbokgung Palace. Built in 1395 during the Joseon Dynasty, this grand palace was the main royal residence, a fact that Jinwoo, a local I met on Grindr, shared enthusiastically as we toured its sprawling grounds. Finding someone on Grindr was easy and the night before, just logging in, I had multiple messages. He was sexy, cute and around 30. Afterward, we wandered through Bukchon Hanok Village, admiring the perfectly preserved traditional Korean houses. These hanoks date back to the Joseon period, giving a living history lesson on the architectural style and urban planning of old Korea. Exploring Royal Legacies: Changdeokgung and Insadong With Jinwoo as my guide, I spent the next day at Changdeokgung Palace, another estate known for its beautifully landscaped gardens and as a favored residence of many Joseon princes. Its Huwon (Secret Garden) is a masterpiece of Korean garden design and a recognized UNESCO World Heritage site, which was designed to work in harmony with the natural terrain. Later, we strolled through Insadong, a district famous for its art galleries housed in traditional-style buildings, antique shops, and tea houses. Each shop offered a piece of Korea’s artistic heritage, from delicate ceramics to intricate metalwork. Modern Vibrancy and Historical Views: Myeongdong and Namsan Seoul Tower Venturing out alone, I immersed myself in the bustling streets of Myeongdong, a stark contrast to the historical sites. This shopping haven presented an array of modern Korean fashion and beauty products alongside traditional street food vendors. That evening, Jinwoo and I reunited to visit the Namsan Seoul Tower, located on Namsan Mountain. It closes at 11 but we got there MUCH earlier to see the beautiful lights. The tower offered panoramic views of Seoul, beautifully lit against the night sky. Relaxation and Romance by the River: Hangang Park with Hyun-sik Midweek, I met Hyun-sik, another engaging Grindr sexy hunk who introduced himself with a passion for Seoul’s green spaces. Together, we explored Hangang Park, a vital recreational space for Seoulites developed during the massive urban planning initiatives of the late 20th century. He wanted to bicycle the river area but I said I was too old for that shit and passed. That evening, Hyun-sik led me to the Banpo Bridge to witness its famous Rainbow Fountain show. The bridge, built in 1982, features over 10,000 LED nozzles that create a spectacular multicolored water display, beautifully illustrating Seoul's blend of technology and aesthetics. A Day of Contrasts: Gangnam's Modernity and Bongeunsa Temple's Tranquility Hyun-sik showed me around Gangnam, an area synonymous with modern affluence and dynamic culture. As we navigated through its high-end boutiques and tech hubs. We ended our day at Bongeunsa Temple, established in the 8th century during the Shilla Dynasty. This Buddhist sanctuary offered a peaceful retreat from the buzzing cityscape, with Hyun-sik highlighting its historical significance as a center of Zen Buddhism in Korea. But, he was Christian and driving from the airport, I will assume that there are MANY there as there were so many crosses and mega churches, I felt like I was back in Alabama but with a bunch of Asians. Reflective Farewell: Itaewon and Last Supper My final day in Seoul brought me to Itaewon, a district known for its diverse international community and vibrant nightlife. Hyun-sik and I indulged in a variety of global cuisines, reflecting on my journey through Seoul's past and present. We shared a heartfelt farewell dinner, promising to remain connected across the water. I stayed at the Grand Walkerhill Seoul which also had a casino and many restaurants. I loved the tea house and the buffets there. But, things were so much more expensive than I remembered. Seoul has gifted me with profound historical insights, contrasted beautifully by its modern vibrancy. The friendships I've formed here with Jinwoo and Hyun-sik not only enhanced my experiences but deepened my appreciation for this multifaceted city. I invited both boys to visit Bangkok and both said they would come, (we will see).

Second Experience, Online Shopping: I browse Grindr and get a lot of messages from locals. It's late at night and I come across the acronym 'HF' and wonder what it means. By comparing the photos of the men offering it, I soon learn. I take a mental note to avoid any profiles with this mentioned, as well as the ice and freezing emoji, the rocket ship emoji, and the clouded face emoji. Oh the joys of Grindr. I download Hornet and Blued, but quickly delete them as I find them more cumbersome to use. I see a lot of different faces on each app, but the level of English spoken seems much worse. I will wait for my Thai to improve. On Grindr I come across a profile for a muscular man with tattoos, a slightly hairy chest and a face that resembles a fox. I'm quite attracted to him. He sends more photos and he appears to be well-endowed. He's a money boy, and offers his services for 2500 THB. I agree and send him the address to my hotel and in 20 minutes he knocks on the door to the room. Better than most delivery drivers back home. They can't even figure out how to enter the building. This encounter is more sensual. He seems polite but not shy. Quiet but not afraid. We greet each other, and then he lets me peel his clothing off slowly. I kiss his chest. His chest hair is trimmed but evident. Not just a treasure trail, but a hairy chest overall. I learn that I have a new fetish towards hairy-chested Thai men. Add it to the list, alongside a neatly groomed moustache. I stop at his nipples and gently flick my tongue on them. He likes it or he's a good actor. I feel confident about his performance. I spend some time kissing his armpits and he smells wonderful. Then his neck, and up towards his face. I stop because of the last encounter- honestly, if this was my profession, I wouldn't kiss either. To my surprise, we make out. He is passionate and intense, a good kisser. I work my way back down and unbuckle his pants and take out his larger-than-average cock. He's uncut and it's quite thick and heavy. I love the weight of it in my hand. I put my mouth around his cock and let the warmth of my mouth envelop it. He moans gently and I become entranced by the act. I love worshipping a nice cock, sensually working it and enjoying it throbbing on the preface of my throat. No condom. This is the moneyboy experience I was looking for. We move toward anal sex, and he fucks quite good. He has a solid skill and knows how to use it, but he's not quite at the size I'd like. I'd estimate around 18cm. I don't say this to be a size queen, it is just what I have found works the best for me. I can't cum otherwise. He continues to fuck me for a long time, and after 20 minutes, he asks if he should cum. Again, no condom. I tell him "yes, please!" and the thought of him unloading inside me works me up to another level. He's forceful and a little rough, and uses my ass as he pleases. Perfect. I ask him to flex as he climaxes, but he either doesn't feel comfortable or doesn't quite understand. His English is better but still not fluent. He looks at me and asks "You no cum?" and I tell him no. "Okay, I help, or you don't sleep." I tell him that it's unlikely that I will, but let him try. He kisses me again, and strokes my dick, and even sucks me off for a minute or two. I put my hand on his shoulder and tell him it's okay. I know it will take another 30 minutes and it's already quite late. I'm satisfied with a load inside of me and don't need to cum. He's taken aback and reiterates that I won't be able to sleep, and seems curious as to whether or not I'm satisfied. "It was very good," I tell him, and ensure he knows that it's not his fault. I pay him 2500 THB in cash. He is happy with this. I wonder again if I should tip, but we agreed on a price before hand and he is not pushy at all. He is very respectful. He showers himself off, spends a minute in the washroom, and gets dressed and waits at the door. I give him a long hug and we say our goodbyes. I'd rate the experience as Satisfactory, but it didn't blow me away. I dream of his chest hair as I lay in bed, and wonder if I can find another Thai guy with a similar look. I save his profile on Grindr in case I'd like to contact him again. As I drift off to sleep, I'm concerned with the amount of money it took to get here, but I've finally had a successful moneyboy experience. I can't help but imagine what's next.

Part 4 After breakfast, T left me with an invitation to join him in his birthday celebration with friends. I smiled and replied, saying I would try but wasn't very sure since I had friends coming over. I suggested we could go out after his birthday. He seemed satisfied with my answer, and so was I. Part of me suspected that I would end up spending a substantial amount if I went, and it would be awkward to be a stranger among his friends during the birthday party. As I busied myself with work, housekeeping auntie cleaned up my room. Meanwhile, I received constant SMS updates from Jake, letting me know where he was on his flight. The last message was a selfie with the airport pickup staff holding a paper with his name. I chuckled at his enthusiasm. Later, he would express how he felt like a VIP seeing his name held up at the airport, appreciating the experience of airport pickup I arranged. It was another realization of how mundane things for some could be a source of delight for others. About an hour later, Jake arrived, beaming with smiles, and we exchanged a big hug. Despite my initial worries about feeling awkward, the first few hours turned out to be pleasant. We went to a cafe for his brunch and my second coffee, continuing our conversation. By midday, I asked him what he would like to do next. He smiled mischievously and suggested going back to take a shower. I supported the idea, and soon we found ourselves showering together and more. Due to the scorching weather and his early flight, we decided to relax in the room and take a nap, waiting for Bangkok to cool down. Around 4p.m., we took a Grab taxi to Siam Paragon to enjoy coffee and people-watch. We indulged in a massage and then headed to Surawong for an early dinner. After dinner, we found ourselves at Starbucks in Montien. As I sipped my fourth and hopefully last coffee of the night, Jake asked me which bar I would like to go to. Although I had no prior plans to visit any bars while with him, I decided to finally try Sol bar since he asked. If it turned out to be disappointing, at least I would have someone to share the disappointment with. As we navigated through the space, the tables and chairs proved to be a precarious obstacle course. The small leaner tables, each paired with two high chairs, appeared as if they might topple over with the slightest nudge. Even without any alcohol in our systems, we found ourselves teetering on the edge of disaster as we attempted to find stable seating. It was clear that the furniture was ill-suited for this type of place. Despite the less-than-ideal seating arrangements, our attention was soon drawn to the stage where a performance was midway. However, any anticipation we had quickly dissipated as the show unfolded. The performers seemed disinterested, going through the motions without any genuine enthusiasm. While I'm not particularly a connoisseur of bar boy performances, one particular attempt at a BDSM show at Sol bar left much to be desired. As the performance unfolded, it descended into what can only be described as a cringe-inducing spectacle. Towards the conclusion, it appeared more like a guy being awkwardly thrashed with a makeshift whip fashioned from a black pool noodle. Jake's discomfort was obvious as he repeatedly buried his face on my shoulder, and it was evident that nobody in the audience was truly enjoying the display. The climax of the performance, featuring the supposedly dominator blowing several sticks of candles off and pretending to shove it down the other guys arse, prompted me to make the decision to end our evening and settle our bills. Sadly, Sol bar fell short of providing even the bare minimum of we had hoped for. Even Jake, who usually found enjoyment in most experiences, appeared visibly unimpressed. With a sense of resignation, I made the decision to cut our losses and call it a night. Outside the bar, Jake's mixture of cringing and laughter mirrored my own bemusement. A few days later, I will have a chat with the Papasan at Screwboys who mentioned that Sol's owner is from Malaysia and is not familiar with the Bangkok scene. What the Papasan said next totally captures the current Sol bar - "they don't know how to make gay customers happy". I really hope they will be able to turn this around and improve in the future. At the end of the day, the more decent choices us clients have, the better. Meanwhile, we decided to stop by 7-11 to buy some supplies and drinks. Reflecting on the disappointing show, Jake suggested we go home, where he promised to put on a better show for me ------ And I can gladly report that he did!

Hello y’all! As the title reads above this is part 2 of my arrival and first day in Santo Domingo. I’ll be sharing details of my first 24 hours back with the Fisherman, the experiences we shared together, some info of what was planned for the following days of my trip and of course the sex.* 😈 I will link part 1 incase you missed it for y’all’s convenience. https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/47678-homecoming-santo-domingo-trip-report-day-1-part-1/ Homecoming Part 2 - Sex, romance and some outdoor play* *edit - because of the amount of details I kept giving about our morning together and the length of this post alone. I’ll call part two “Sex, coffee and forever bonded”. I will go into details of our outdoor play and wild night in homecoming part 3. I feel the Fisherman’s warm body on my back, his dick still pulsating in my hole. Our bodies hot, starting to get sweaty, my chest and face pressed against the against the cool floor. It’s an awesome sensation. I feel him slowly pull his dick out of my hole and he pops right up as my body slides on the floor. Still trying to catch my breath he tells me to go to the bedroom and wait for him on the side of the bed while he goes to rinse off* I happily oblige. (*) Side note - I’ve noticed an interesting pattern among Dominican men, and it’s even more visible between Straight/Bi vs Gay men. Only in the DR I’ve experienced this trend of “straight/Bi” men immediately rinsing off after cuming. Like even though they know and I know that we are about to continue fucking and they are gonna bust a another load. These guys immediately run to the shower after climaxing. Every. Single. Time. It’s like this form of ablution that I still can’t wrap my head around. No 5 minute breather, no pillow talk, just a direct b line to the shower. With gay guys they will bust a nut in your hole, keep going then bust again, and then when finally tapped out they will go shower (that’s the type of sex that I’m accustomed to). I even asked the Fisherman once about this and if there was some reasoning behind it. He just shrugged and told me “it’s a thing that Dominicans do” (he did skip the habit a few times after we had that conversation though). It would be interesting to see if anyone else has any input on this. Hearing the shower turn on I peel myself off the floor and go to the bedroom to check my phone. I had received already quite a few messages from Grindr from opening that app once at the airport. Changing my name to “Culon Cremoso 💦” (big creamy ass) and having a raunchy description in Spanish of what I was looking for was already garnering attention. It was exactly the affect I wanted, but today I belonged completely to the Fisherman. So I switched my profile to incognito mode and shelved the messages for later. As the shower turns off I get myself into position. On all fours with my ass sticking out on the side of the bed. I hear him go “mmmmmmmm”, I turn my head back to look at him. He had that mischievous smirk and was rubbing his growing dick. I start shaking my ass and then feel his dick pressing on my hole. In one stroke he slides his whole dick in while I let out a shakey moan. He then starts digging out my hole, slow then fast, fast then slow. Feeling his damp skin pressing against my ass. With drops of water dripping from his braid and splashing on my back like rain. Keeping with his pace I start bouncing on his dick and he begins to moan hard while grip his dick coming in and push out when pull away. We do this for while, both us getting sweaty as the ac couldn’t cool us down fast enough and then I completely pull away. He slaps my ass and tells me to get back on his dick but I tell him “no, get on bed”. I spread my legs wide, chest pressed to the bed and the top of my head anchored against the headboard. He lets out growl and rams his dick in my hole. I let out a yelp, as he starts to pound me out. My moaning keeps getting louder the hard he dug. He was digging so hard that the sweat from his body was dripping all over mine. He then started angling himself in different directions to destroy the walls of my hole while my head was bouncing off the headboard. It was pure ecstasy. 🤤 Then with a stroke that went balls deep, he stopped and held it there. With out saying anything he took his hands and started to push my ass down and had me spread eagle. Once in this position he started piledriving my hole. I was gasping for air, scream moaning while he only kept going harder and deeper. And then without warning he piledrives so deep he hits my second hole, belts out a yell moan and shoots his load. I belt again “oh my God” when feeling his load fill my hole. He makes sure to give every bit, and as he pulls out cum starts to leak from my hole. I move to lay on my side, hole twitching and body spasming as he goes to shower off once again. It was his second nut of the morning, it was 730, the sun was rising and the noise of streets were slowly seeping into the apt. I laid in bed catching my breath, smiling and thinking to myself. I was finally back, reunited with the fisherman, and was ready to experience more. Little did I know what was to come. 😈 As he comes out of the shower, he’s wet and shivering. I soon realize the A/C was on full blast, I let out a small laugh and tell him to hurry and hop into bed. I turn over to grab the remote for the air conditioning and turn it off as he comes under the covers with me. He asks if we can rest which I gladly tell him yes but warn him I have to wake up in two hours for a work call. He sighs in relief and wraps his arms around me. And we soon fall asleep. Feeling the fisherman’s warm body against mine I woke and looked at my phone. It’s almost 11 and it has been blown up from work. “Fuuuuuuck” I let out in a frustrated groan as my bed mate grogily asks if everything is ok. As I try to explain he simply responds with just “mhmm” and I start feeling his dick pressing against my ass. I pause as he starts slowly pressing his dick closer and closer to my crack and hole. I move my hand behind me and his dick begins to grow as I move up hand up and down. Knowing I’m still full of cum and lubed up I tell him to feel my hole. His finger then feels up bussy and he flicks to make a wet gushing sound. He growls and while on my side, bends me forward with my ass sticking towards him. He grabs the lube next to the bedside table, slathers his dick and slides right up into and i let out a deep gasp. He’s in all the way. His dick pulsing and I can feel him precuming inside. And he starts to stroke while on my side. I let out load moans with each stroke as he goes deeper and feels every inch of my walls. The more he fucks my hole starts to make noises as I push out on his dick to get him wetter. “Coño” he says, I look back and see him biting his lips together, eyes closed and truly enjoying the sensation. This goes on for almost 30 mins tell he tells me he’s about to cum. I tell him “wait wait” and pull away. Sorta in shock and disappointment he asks if I’m ok. I tell him i want to try a different position. I stay mostly on my side but splay my leg out to right and point my ass out and turn my torso to look at him. He smiles his naughty smile as he straddles my bottom leg and rams his dick up on me. I let out a loud cry moan and then the onslaught begins. I look at him, moaning, smiling, wincing, in pain, in ecstasy. He starts to “Eres una Perra, ERES UNA PERRA” while wrecking my hole. As I keep pushing my hole out I start splashing and the minute he sees it he lets out a load yell and shoots another load in my hole. He’s pulls out quickly and leans back. He tells me he can’t believe how good it is while trying to catch his breath. I pulled his third nut. As he goes hops to get in the shower (as usual after the nut) I follow behind. Under the warm water we start cleaning eachother and give the occasional kiss. He starts to ask if I missed him and liked the way he felt and I happily told him yes, 100% 😈. He then pulled back and started singing. Literally singing in the shower while the suds ran his body. It was the corniest, cutest and sexiest thing ever. The fun boy next door things that makes a guy fall in love. As he finishes washing off. He asks if I’m done, I tell him gonna take a few minutes to wash my face and I’ll meet him outside in a minute. As he wipes down and steps out of the bathroom, I cleanse my swollen hole and start my skincare ritual. After finishing my routine and drying down I step out and call my work. I explain that there will be difficulties getting a hold of me over the next few days and we can shelve any calls and meetings for when I return. Which they reluctantly agree with, as I’m finishing my call I smell the waft of coffee coming from the kitchen and I’m immediately drawn in. I see him in the light filled kitchen, over the stove using a moca pot. Just in his basketball shorts and his bare torso peppered in tattoos in full display. I get horny again, but hold myself back. Knowing there was more to come. Over coffee we catch up on life, recap on the years gone by. As we continue catching up things get sorta serious. He tells me that he has been lonely, more so since his best friends have been gone. Most have left to the US and have not been back and he has no one in Santo Domingo. And then out of no where he starts to tear up. He said he couldn’t believe that God has brought us back together and I came back during a very difficult part of his life. I get up from from my seat and deeply hug as he lets out more tears. People would think it’s a moment of weakness, but I was there as his friend and told him we will never lose one another again. These are the moments that solidified our relationship. It was no longer transactional (even though I made sure he was compensated this trip, even though he was hesitant to take it) and we reached a level of true friendship. Yes we were lovers but we became soulmates, genuinely caring for eachother. As I wipe his tears, I smile and ask him if he’s hungry and he laughs and he says I made him get a really big appetite. Laughing, I kiss him and tell him to go get dressed and we I’ll grab some food. As I go in the room and slip on my navy chubbies shorts and put on my white linen short sleeve. I look forward to the rest of the day and anticipate of what my night with the fisherman will bring. So after seeing how much in detail I went through with just the the morning of us together I decided to stop here or otherwise this post will be ridiculously long. To not make y’all wait too much longer for me to finish the first day I will try to post the 3rd and final part of day 1 hopefully within a few days. I hope y’all enjoyed the read!

Fifth Experience, You Got Screwed, Boy (Cont): The mamasan and the dressed boy lead me outside and to the "room" they mentioned they can provide. No one is working the front desk and the entire building is very sketchy, but I didn't expect anything less. We wait a minute and an older Thai gentleman takes 600 THB from me. I thought I paid the room fee already, but oh well, I guess I misunderstood. The mamasan tells me to have fun, and I'm left with the boy I offed who leads me upstairs to find the room. We wander around some dark hallways and enter a room, and it's filled with storage. "Oh, wrong room..." he says, and we wander around some more. Finally we come across a room with the door open. Inside is a bed, an older television set, a fan. It's a basic room but nothing disgraceful. It serves its purpose. It's definitely not somewhere you'd spend the night. I come behind the boy and put my arms around his waist. He's dressed nicely, with black pants and a white dresshirt, some accessories on his belt, and nice shoes. He's quite short but I like that. He flexes again and broadens his shoulders, which seems to be his go-to pose. I feel him up through his clothes, savouring the hardness of his body. I undress him slowly, kissing his chest and his abs. I run my hands along them. This will do. Eventually we're both naked in bed. Whereas he was rock hard in the bar, now he's completely soft. I kiss his chest, spending some time gently tonguing his nipples. He moans, I take this as a sign that he enjoys it. His cock remains asleep. It's in my mind that we're about to fuck. I suck him dick. I put his soft cock in my mouth and work it all over. I take pride in my blowjobs. The cock remains soft. I deep throat it (an unimpressive task considering the size) and gently suck on it, allowing it to warm in my mouth. It remains soft. Okay... this isn't going to work. I pick up his legs and lift them into the air. I'm rock hard, my cock is throbbing. I'm 99% a bottom but I suddenly feel like being a top. He has a small, round ass. The only type that invigorates me enough to want to penetrate someone. I rub the head of my dick on his asshole, and he is shocked: "You fuck?!" he says. "Yes, I'll fuck you." I say. He squirms. Okay, he's probably straight. "You can fuck me instead," I tell him, looking down at his soft cock. "You fuck, I'll need more money." Huh? Well, you can't fuck me with 1 inch of skin, so what are my options? 4000 THB I say. I'm very horny and very eager to drill this boys ass. he consider it, and then says "No, 5000 THB." I sigh. This is the same price they quoted me for both brothers! Now I have one, who is soft as an overcooked macaroni, and it's the same price? "Would your brother let me fuck him?" I ask him. "Call him, I'll pay 5000 THB for the both of you." He plays that he doesn't understand. I'm frustrated. What did I pay for? He won't suck me, he won't get hard, and his body isn't impressive enough for muscle worship. Why was he grabbing me at the bar? Why did he signal that he wanted to fuck and be wild in bed? What a fucking hustler! I'm annoyed. "Fine, I'll pay." He squirms some more and goes to the washroom. "Are you okay?" I ask. "We doh't have to do this if you're uncomfortable." "5000 THB" he replies. He wants the money, okay, then perform the task. I stick my dick inside of him. "Slow, slow!" he screams. It's just the head. I go slow. He squirms more, and grabs his chest in agony. "Are you sure you're okay?" I ask again. "You're strong!" he says. I try again to enter him, slowly. I get a little past the tip. I try and push in further and he's headed back to the bathroom. He comes back and lays on the bed with his asshole out of sight. I try and suck him again. Soft. "Can we fuck?" "Too strong..." he says again. Okay, "The initial fee then, you don't want the 5000 THB?" I'm being a little bit of an asshole now. I feel bad with the way I acted looking back, but I was so clearly being played and so fucking worked up that I no longer respected this boy. "No, you fucked, 5000 THB!" he says. My mouth is agape. I put it in, part way, for less than 10 seconds. That is not fucking! "You fucked!" he says. I'm being played so hard that I suspect there is an audience outside the hotel room, ready to celebrate after he leaves with 5000 THB for doing absolutely nothing. "Drinks are on me!" I imagine him chanting. As if, he's the stingiest motherfucker I've ever seen. I'm really annoyed now, but I want to cum. "I suck you," he says. Fine. I just want this to end. He does the most half-assed blowjob I think I've ever received, and I cum out of sheer frustration. I blow an enormous load because I've been so worked up. "Wow!" he says. Suddenly he's happy. He goes to the washroom, gets dressed, and stands by the door. I take out my wallet, ready to negotiate based on what I received. I want to give him 2500 THB but I'm not an asshole. I offer 4000 THB which is BEYOND reasonable. "5000 THB." he states again. I explain to him, 5000 THB for fucking you, which I didn't. "I made you cum!" he says. Is that not the bare minimum I should expect in the first place? What am I paying for, your company in a shitty hotel room? I bought drinks, I tipped, I paid for the room, I pay your fee... how much have I spent at this point? I'm boiling. I tell him, "I'm living here, I will be back, I know what a moneyboy costs and I know you're ripping me off. Take the 4000 THB and you'll see me again, if you take the 5000 THB I'm done." He takes the 5000 THB and immediately whips out his phone. "Do you have WhatsApp or LINE?" he asks, "I have both," I reply. My face is holding back sheer rage. I'm shaking from anger. He shows me the QR code on his WhatsApp. I shake my head. "Okay." he says, and leaves. I will never return to Screwboys again, and I will be more hesitant to ever hire a Vietnamese model. Will this string of disappointment come to an end? At this rate, the bars aren't for me. I'm glad if they work for you, but I'm not a human ATM. I'll go for the shows and that's it. This encounter soured me on the entire industry in Thailand. But, of course, as you know... you say a lot in anger...

Third Experience, Essence & Oil: After reading CallMeLee's trip report, I started looking into massage parlours. I have only received massages from the standard shops, from older women for a modest price. They've been okay but who wouldn't want a hunky man touching your body instead? I've been hesitant to try any of the male massage parlours because the ones that shout-out to you as you walk by are often littered with twinks and don't necessarily promise anything therapeutic. A man I'm not into and an experience I wouldn't enjoy? Pass. Honestly, the goal of these encounters isn't necessarily to cum. Sex is easy to find. Grindr has a wealth of options and saunas exist. I'm willing to pay for two things, and merely for convenience: 1) a muscular physique, especially if they can provide a muscle worship session, or 2) big asian cock, in excess of 20cm. "Rare!" you say, but it's definitely possible to find. So for me, these parlours needs to provide a decent massage and a well-built masseur. I don't need the happy ending. Take off your shirt, we're good! When CallMeLee praised Ssense, not only for the respectfulness of their masseurs but also for their talent, I was intrigued. I added Ssense to LINE and was impressed with the ease of use. You can view their menu of services, their selection of masseurs, and you can book in advance. I took a look through the models and identified a few that interested me. Choke, Singha and Bank. This was based on their level of muscle. Initially I booked Choke, because I appreciated his dark skin and the photo they provided showed a lean, well-built body with impressive abs. I read the reviews for Ssense afterward, and rarely saw Choke mentioned. Was he not popular, or simply not very good? I took into consideration his darker skin, which I like. Was that why? I saw a ton of positive reviews for both Singha and Bank. Oh no. Did I make another mistake? A quick LINE message fixed that. I asked if I could switch my appointment with either Singha or Bank, whoever was available. Bank was free. I viewed his photos one more time and was impressed with what I saw. The reviews for him were gushing. This was a good choice. I arrived at the parlour and quickly showed the boy who greeted me the booking on my phone. "Ah, with Bank!" he said. I paid the fee for what I had booked, 1250 THB, which was higher than I expected considering my past massages were 300-400 THB. Hunk tax. I'm okay with that. Bank greeted me when I sat down in the parlour, and I appreciated that there was a curtain to protect the privacy of whoever was inside. You can't be seen from the street. A nice touch. Bank asked me to remove my footwear and knelt down in front of me. He grabbed the sneakers and exchanged them with a pair of slippers. Another masseur came over and delivered an iced tea. I sipped the cold drink and enjoyed it, but put it down immediately, eager to start the massage. "It's okay, you can finish." Bank reassured me. I gulped the remainder. I followed him up a set of stairs and he washed my feet. I find this so endearing, even though I know it's typical practice. I noticed he was wearing a hearing device. Did I detect a slight lisp in his voice? Cute. I looked at his body as he did this. He seemed fit and tight, with impressive arms. He was a bit shorter than I imagined. I was moved to a bed nearby, and provided with a change of clothes. Oh, is this a real massage? I was expecting to be naked, silly me. I change into the provided shirt and pants and it's time for the first part of the massage, an hour of Thai massage. Now I understand that Thai massage is performed easier this way. The massage begins with me laying face down. I'm dressed, he's dressed and I can't see him. Oh no! But the massage is GOOD! Bank has good pressure and a strong technique. He isn't spending a lot of time on only a single body part. He isn't just "going through the motions." This is a legit massage! I'm impressed. His English is minimal but he makes some small talk and asks a few questions. Anything beyond that, he uses the translator on his phone. He has to repeat things several times for it to translate properly, but he doesn't get frustrated. He repeats again and again in his gentle, soft voice, until the phone finally registers what he is saying. I'm flipped over after a while, and while I never get erections during a massage, Bank's look mixed with his personality has me rock hard. As he is massaging me, he grabs it with his hand gently and wiggles it, giving a little laugh. I find this so cute. Still, nothing sexual occurs. The massage continues to be top quality, although there is a female patron in the bed next to me, and she is quite the chatterbox. She's speaking Thai so I attempt to tune her out. Near the end of the massage, a few more clients arrive. The quiet was peaceful, but luckily it's on to the second part of the massage. 1 hour cream massage. We switch rooms to one on a higher floor. The room is quite nice! Bank sets the appropriate lighting, turns on some music, provides me with a towel and asks me to take a shower. The room has a small shower in the corner, and it's spotlessly clean. He says he will go and get the supplies to massage me with, and I'm a little sad he didn't offer to shower with me. We can't have everything, but now I'm really wondering if anything sexually will occur at all! I strip naked and shower. A few minutes later Bank is back in the room and I'm laying face down on the massage table with a towel over my butt. It's respectful, right? Luckily things are about to take a turn. Bank removes his shirt and I'm left to stare at his muscular chest. He has firm and impressive pecs, and noticeable abs. His arms are thick. His body isn't fully to my ideal standard, but let's not be picky okay? This man has already won my heart with his personality. I smile at him and I look at his body, and he smiles back. I take this opportunity to softly touch him as he massages me. I run my finger along his skin, and then work up the courage to place my hand on him. "Is this okay?" I ask. He nods and smiles. The cream massage is nice, but nothing special. It feels particularly good on my back, since my condo has an absolutely awful mattress that wrecked havoc on it the night prior. About 20 minutes later, I'm flipped over and Bank notices my erection again. He takes the towel off, and asks "How much will you give me?" He smiles politely and I don't feel pressured. Unsure of what to offer, I type on his phone: 2000. His smile gets bigger, and he begins to strip completely naked. He tells me to touch his cock. He has a small bush of pubic hair, which I love. He's uncut and his dick is of an average size. Nothing special, but it fills my hand as I gently stroke it. He makes a swimming motion. I'm a little confused, but not seconds later he's covered himself in cream and is sliding his body against mine. I love this. I can feel his strong stature against me. I'm in heaven. He seems to want to get me to cum. I tell him, "I don't think it will happen" and he seems confused. He changes my position and starts rubbing his dick on my ass. I imagine him plowing inside of me with each rythmic stroke. I look up at him and he smiles again, he seems so playful and carefree. He doesn't look like every other money boy I've witnessed, with a blank expression and shifty eyes, eager for the cash and to leave the room. I get up the nerve to ask, "Can you flex your arms?" and he does quite well. He shows off his body. Flexing both biceps until they're tight and baseball-sized. He flexes his abs until they appear a little more defined through his skin. He stays like this, and pumps his dick against my ass. There is no penetration, but the sight is exactly what I needed. He jerks me off a little, and then goes back to sliding his body against me. It actually feels very good. I tell him that it's okay if he just flexes, and I jerk myself off, knowing this is the only way I'll cum. He shows off his biceps some more, and lets me kiss them. I blow a huge load onto my chest. Bank cleans it up and then showers himself off. Thinking the massage is over, I sit up. He says, "I finish now, okay?" and I'm a little confused. He proceeds to finish the massage! He spends well past my booked time finishing the massage that he didn't complete, and even gives me a shoulder massage as well. I'm so impressed by this. A real professional. Wow! He tells me to shower and that he will be back. I do exactly this, and get dressed. He talks to me briefly some more and asks a few questions about me. He gives me his social media profile and tells me to book him again through the shop. He recommends an oil massage next time, as he is not a fan of cream and how it dries. I try and pay him the cash tip I promised, and he says that I can give it to him downstairs. Wow! I walk back to the lobby and I'm presented with another tea, this time warm, and two biscuits. This is good service. Bank sits by the door and the massage parlour begins to fill with other patrons. I finish my tea and leave the biscuits and Bank opens the front door for me. I give him the 2000 THB in cash and he thanks me. I leave feeling very refreshed and with a little bit of a crush.

when minimum tip is listed , unless boy himself raised issue by asking for more for doing this or that, that minimum is what is expected , even in higher rend places like Jey Spa. Not that they throw back bahts at you if you tip them more. If you are happy, specially if you think you will see boy again feel free to tip more to show he did good job. Not that is expected but you may buy better goodwill. Often 2nd encounters are more dynamic than first ones as both parties are more familiar with each other. But be warned , if you tip more , next time you will be expected to tip the same , improved formula amount. Boys have surprisingly good memory, even 1 year later they may quote you what you gave them last time, happened to me in January and I resorted to excuse ' last time I was rich, now I'm poor". I simplified my life and use VST (Vinapu Standard Tip ) in massages : for 1 hr session 1000 or minimum tip, whatever is higher, for 1.5 hr session 1500 or minimum , again whatever is higher. I'm inclined to throw money around , if only to soothe boys stress after encountering stingy farangs but very rarely on 1st session.

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 a fairly subjective question but I'll give it a try. Based on 40+ visits to these shops post Covid, I can honestly say that the data about body size and preferences I found to be accurate. And for the most part, they all strive to satisfy the customer because that's how they make a living. Do the guys look like the photos? Yes. But as I recently mentioned in another post, some of the veteran staff photos may be a few years old. And pics of a small number who have darker skin may have been edited to appear lighter. That to me, anyway, is no problem because I find those cooper toned guys attractive. I think we all need to keep in mind that just as all of us are unique in outlook and desires, so are the guys who staff these shops. They have different personalities and backgrounds. For me, that's a plus because I want to meet a wide array of young men from different places. To those who just want an a more generic--cookie cutter if you will--experience, I'm confident they'll still come away satisfied, also. I think if we put ourselves in the place of the young men we encounter, we can appreciate what goes into their job. They agree to meet clients they've never seen before and have no idea how the next hour or so will unfold. I'm always amazed how often they pull it off with aplomb.

Had one living with me for one year during Covid. Loved fucking and getting fucked and threeways and fourways and would wake up in the middle of the night with his dick inside me for a second go for the day.

These photos were published on Facebook. I was seated with the dancer in first photo on the right plus another dancer wearing glasses and jeans.

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?

From Thai PBS World Thailand’s Lower House approved the final reading of the landmark marriage equality bill today, making Thailand the first country in Southeast Asia, and the third country in Asia, to recognise same-sex marriage, once it passes the Senate. The bill, which seeks to amend the Civil and Commercial Code, was approved by 400 votes to 10, with two abstentions and three MPs who decided not to vote. Danuporn Punnakan, Pheu Thai list MP and chair of the House scrutiny committee, told parliament that the bill is meant for all Thais, irrespective of gender. Under the bill, same-sex couples who want to get engaged or married must be at least 18 years old, to protect minors from being forced into marriage, which is in line with the convention on the protection of the rights of children, said Danuporn. He also said that the House scrutiny committee had added one provision to the bill, specifying the rights, duties and legal status of same-sex couples in the creation of a family. He assured that the existing rights of men and women in general will not be affected by this bill, but it will protect a certain group of people, classified as LGBTQ. He said that a minority of the House scrutiny committee had proposed a new wording, “first parents”, to be added to the bill, but this was rejected by the majority of the committee on the grounds that the wording is new and there is no legal definition yet. The Pheu Thai MP said that it is now widely recognised that there are more than the male and female genders in societies, as some people who were born as a boy or a girl want to choose their own gender when they grow up. The bill does not give them any additional rights, but restores their basic rights, said Danuporn, adding that the bill will mark the beginning of the creation of equality in Thai society. The bill has to be approved by the Senate before it becomes law. In Asia, Taiwan and Nepal already have the same laws.

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

Sure, walk into any bar. Take off 20 boys. Take then to a short stay hotel. Have them jerk off on you. Pay them, and full-fill your fantasy!

Hi there - here's a quick summary, I'll try to put together more later. Thank you to everyone for their advice and input, all of it was helpful. BKK - I was only there two nights so didn't have chance to experience much. I went to Obsession (ladyboy bar) and found it a bit intimidating. I think it must have been a quiet night as I was surrounded! I had more luck off ThaiFriendly and Grindr (for boys and ladyboys). A had one great session with a boy who came to my hotel - very hot and active both ways. Around 2K including tip. Pattaya - had a couple of ladyboy encounters from bars with rooms on site, on Soi 6. One great, one less so. Both around 1.5k. One guy at my hotel which was pretty good and one boy in his room who was super hot. Both from Grindr. The area around Jomtien beach has plenty of bars, but I didn't like them much. But that's just personal taste - there were loads of hot boys around. I also went to Sansuk sauna - it was ok, but not brilliant. I'll definitely be back!

I think the Thai Ministry of Tourism should toss this forum a commission for all the spur-of-the-moment trips it inspires. I mean, who wouldn't feel a twinge of envy and rush to book a trip after scrolling through those Thailand adventures and tips written here? So, there I was, bitten by the travel bug, and voila! ------ found myself booking an unplanned trip to the land of smiles. Touching down in Bangkok after a longer than usual stopover in Taiwan, I braced myself for the infamous immigration snake lines. But despite the full queues, every counter was promptly manned, and I breezed through. Maybe because cause of the build up in immigration, baggage claim took less than a minute, thanks to my luck and eagle eyes spotting my luggage as soon as I approached the carousel. Sorted out some cash and a SIM card, then off to my pre-booked pickup. As I got whisked off from my pickup point, I was hit with that warm, unmistakable Bangkok air, making me buzz with excitement and giddiness for the adventures ahead. Hotel check-in was expected to be a breeze, yet I found myself low-key panicking as my card repeatedly acted up declining the transaction. It finally dawned on me that I had forgotten to adjust the low maximum spend setting—a habit whenever I travel. The allocated room seemed reasonable initially, but its issues became apparent later. After showering off my jetlag, I hailed a taxi for my pre-booked appointment at S'sense Spa in Suan Plu. Knott was still at the spa and appeared delighted to see me. Upon asking if he really remember me, he promptly identified me by removing my socks pointing at my ankle tattoo, a gesture that left me both shocked and impressed. The quality of my session with Knott, both massage and cheeky extras, remained consistently good as I remembered. This explains my choice of S'sense as my first stop—a reassuring and safe start to the trip, saving the fun experimentation, risks, and disappointments for later. Following purchase of supplies and stocking the fridge, jetlag began to rear its ugly head. Nevertheless, I resolved to push through and explore Silom. To my disappointment, Tawan remained shuttered, prompting me to wax nostalgic reminiscing nights spent there, particularly recalling that going to Tawan was my first foray into Silom nightlife. My first ever off was with Tawan's hunky Lek, given my hotel was close by (the now defunct Glitz). Although tempted to inquire about familiar faces nearby, shyness prevailed, fearing potential embarrassment if they were not from Tawan. I strolled towards Hotmale, noted a familiar performance and lineup except for a cute, smiling hunk whom I promptly invited to join me. He's from Myanmar and only been working there for four months. He has a very sweet and friendly demeanour. Being a rookie, he seems to be very dependent on translation apps. I typically don't mind language barriers, often finding them endearing and cute. But given my fatigue from travel and jetlag, I decided to listen to my body and give tonight a pass. I bid him farewell with a bit generous tip, sincerely promising to return. And that, folks, is how I ended up with no off on my first night in Bangkok!

Moonlight bar: Entrance fee 500 baht. I think it has lost its popularity compared to the past. The night I visited there were 12 people on stage and an additional 6 models. I think they have a working system that pays more attention to models. Mr. Y, one of Mr. Vinapu's favorites, was there with all his charm. 😉 Mr.Mean was watching a show with a group of Asian girls. Then we saw the same team at the Foodland Market restaurant, they were chatting in English at the next table. As for Mr.Babe, I saw him in front of the door of Jupiter bar the other day, he greeted and talked with my friend. My friend said that everyone at the bar loves him, he is a smiling and friendly person. Banana bar: Customer drink fee is 400 baht, boys drinks are 300 baht. Customer turnover is too high, people walk through the door or look at them with confused eyes and give up on entering. Breaking news: Famous mamasan Lucy has left the bar and no longer works there. There is an increase in the number of employees compared to my previous visits, I definitely saw 3 very handsome guys, coincidentally they are all Cambodian.

I've been in both situations and from experience, here's the approach I have developed: 1. While at the bar, make your preference known but never push for an LT. 2. Striking a good rapport helps a lot (I guess this applies to both ST and LT). Engaging well and making sure they enjoy their time with you matters. 3. LT is a risk for you but also for the guy as well. Being in a vulnerable sleeping state with a stranger can be concerning. Aside from rapport, they must feel safe - so any clue they pick up along the way (whether valid or not) can make them change their minds. 4. On the materialistic side, the state and quality of the accommodation matters. Air-conditioning, a well stocked fridge, strong wifi etc will make a difference. 5. Sometimes, mama/papasan involvement helps (emphasis on sometimes) 6. Specify what LT means for you and the $$$ implications if not met 7. One good LT off with a guy builds your "reputation" in that club (these boys talk!) 8. Timing matters. If you off too early on a peak night, the guy will finish asap and dash back to the club in hopes of earning more. Unfortunately, the above are not foolproof. If the guy wants to leave, they will and my advice is don't even attempt to convince them otherwise.

Happy Songkran 2034 !!! on serious note it seems that increased popularity of barebacking backed up with treating PREP as cure all contributes to those increases.

Don't. And as for Hep C, the risk is apparently low but that would be enough for me to insist on a condom. As I always point out when this topic turns-up (annually?), when we engage in unsafe sex, we should be aware of the danger to our partner not just to ourselves. Decades after Hiv/Aids caused such devastation to our community, some still need convincing.

I forgot to take account of it being Thursday before Songkran. The entire neighbourhood is packed shoulder to shoulder with horny gays. I’ve been gropped, kissed and touched more time than I can recall. I did not off a Tawan guy as planned. I did hookup with several free guys. They do not care at the hotel at all. The entire staff is seemingly gay, the one who brought me to the room even flirted with me. Songkran ain’t for me. Sorry if this is how women feel, but Jesus, I can’t even leave my hotel without being assaulted by horny gays.

Part 5 After capping off Friday night unexpectedly earlier than planned, we found ourselves waking up way too early and after a quick uneventful breakfast, Jake suggested that we take advantage of the weekend and explore Chatuchak Market. Not my usual preference but I thought why not. Taking the BTS, Jake and I alighted at Mo Chit Station, and as we make our way through the sweltering Mid morning heat, I started to doubt if I made the right choice. The sprawling market stretched out before us, overflowing with stalls selling everything from clothing and accessories to handicrafts and souvenirs ---- and I must say that the variety of goods are a bit different from what you'll see in Pratunam or similar areas with quite a number of Thailand made items as well which can make the trip worth the effort. The sheer variety of products on offer was overwhelming, and it was easy to lose track of time amidst the labyrinth of alleys and vendors. But as the day wore on and the sun beat down mercilessly, the heat became unbearable. Desperate for relief, we sought refuge in a nearby massage shop, enticed not just by the promise of relaxation but primarily the coolness of the air conditioning. We settled into comfy chairs side by side, grateful for the break from the scorching heat while getting our feet massaged. As the skilled masseuses worked their magic on our tired muscles, I closed my eyes and let myself sink into a blissful relaxation. Meanwhile, Jake, sitting beside me, couldn't seem to resist grabbing and playing with my hand. At first, I felt a bit self-conscious about Jake's affectionate gestures in public, but as the massage relaxed me more and more, I let go of my worries and simply enjoyed the moment. As we continued our exploration of the market, I found myself impressed with Jake's natural charm and talent when it came to haggling. Unlike me, who often felt awkward negotiating prices, Jake effortlessly struck up conversations with vendors, his friendly demeanor and easy banter making it seem like a game. Thanks to his skills, we scored some great deals and found ourselves lugging a good haul without burning holes in my pocket. Feeling lazy to walk back to BTS, we took a bolt taxi going back to the hotel. We both fell asleep in the middle of the traffic with me managing to wake up a few minutes before reaching the hotel. We then went straight to the shower to wash the market off us and had food delivered for dinner. By 9 pm, we had finally regained enough energy to venture back to Silom. Hailing a taxi, I decided to give Banana Club another chance. Despite its lackluster performance last time, I am willing to give it another shot. As we arrived, the familiar atmosphere greeted us, but this time, there seemed to be a promising increase in the number of guys. Inside, the ambiance was lively, with the performers putting on a show that was far more entertaining than our previous visit. I counted fifteen guys this time, a significant improvement from the mere four from before. The energy in the club was positive, and we found ourselves enjoying the experience much more than anticipated. However, I couldn't help but notice a "flaw" in Banana Club's layout. The curtain door allowed potential customers to peek inside before deciding whether to enter or not. This resulted in numerous customers walking away without even stepping foot inside, which wasn't good for business - although good for clients. One particular guy caught my attention. He's both beefy and cute, and he stood out from the rest. Impulsively, I handed him a pink bill, only to have the eager Papasan assume I wanted him to join us. Not wanting to embarrass the guy, who introduced himself as Nai from Myanmar, I went along with it. Despite his limited English, Nai was incredibly friendly and eager to engage in conversation. Moments later he will have his arms around me while watching the show. However, this unexpected turn of events seems to have created a slight tension between me and Jake (or it could just be my imagination). The usual chatty him has now been reduced to one word cold responses. Attempting to diffuse the situation, I promised Nai that I would see him again soon, generously tipping him before sending him back to the stage. Exiting the club, I knew I needed to address the awkwardness between Jake and me. Suggesting we grab dessert somewhere, I attempted to lighten the mood. Gradually, Jake's chatty demeanor returned, and we found ourselves wandering the streets of Silom aimlessly. As we waited for a taxi, Jake asked why I didn't off Nai. Playfully, I deflected his question, hinting at the intimacy of our previous night and how I prefer that instead. He laughed, pulled me into a hug, planting a kiss on my neck. In that moment, I felt a rush of conflicting emotions. While part of me relished the affection, another part recognized the need to address whatever this thing is between us before they spiraled out of control.

Those side tables have their advantages! The boys often line up on stage naked, but holding a large sheet in font of them to provide a teasing show when you face them as their erect cocks push out the sheet . But from the side you can usually see very clearly those same cocks in the gap between sheet and boys! Worked for me several times hahaha. Toy Boys is, for me at least, the No 1 agogo in BoyzTown and a happy mix of twinks and hunks. Usually a happy atmosphere in there with everyone having fun, customers and boys. The boys also like the bar as there is usually a steady stream of boys being borrowed for the night. I have had more offs from that bar than any other in Pattaya, including several that have become much loved 'regulars'. Just a shame that the drinks are so expensive haha. Also in BoyzTown, Classic Boy Bar (used to be Cupidol) is a twink heaven. Pikky Bar is a quieter open bar, several well know faces seem to 'retire' here from the other bars, but a great place to relax with (a much cheaper) drink and watch the world go by. Good to see you making it to Nice Boys in Sunee, it remains the last 'hands-on' bar for mutual HJs and BJs in Pattaya, and the boys are far from shy! hahaha.

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.

From Pattaya News Pattaya, Thailand – The Service Workers In Group Foundation (SWING), a community-based organization dedicated to promoting and protecting the health, human rights, and dignity of sex workers, announces a significant milestone in its mission to aid vulnerable communities impacted by the COVID-19 pandemic and HIV/AIDS. With the generous support of the Government of Japan Grant Assistance for Grassroots Human Security Projects (GGP), SWING has secured essential mobile vehicles to extend crucial services to sex workers and other affected individuals in Bangkok and Pattaya. In response to the devastating effects of the pandemic, SWING initiated the “Angel Kitchen” project in 2019, offering vital sustenance and daily essentials to sex workers facing job loss and economic insecurity. This initiative later evolved into the “Food Bank” project, facilitating broader aid distribution to sex worker communities and their families. Amidst operational challenges, including transportation limitations, SWING demonstrated unwavering commitment by utilizing its own resources and subsequently investing in a food truck to facilitate aid delivery in the Pattaya area. Recognizing the urgent need for expanded mobile services, SWING submitted a proposal titled “Providing Mobile Vehicles for HIV Testing and Food Trucks for the Sex Worker and Other Vulnerable People in Bangkok and Pattaya” to the Japanese Embassy’s GGP project. This proposal, aimed at addressing critical gaps in service provision exacerbated by the pandemic, received approval, signifying a significant collaboration between SWING and the Japanese government in advancing grassroots initiatives. The handover ceremony for the donated vehicles was held on March 27, 2024, at the SWING Foundation’s Pattaya Office in Chonburi Province. Mr. Tatsushi Nishioka, Deputy Head of Mission at the Embassy of Japan, officiated the ceremony by presenting five vans, comprising two laboratory vans, two counseling service vans, and one food truck. The esteemed guests, including representatives from the U.S. Embassy, renowned experts in public health, and local government authorities, witnessed this pivotal moment in SWING’s commitment to community welfare. “We are deeply grateful to the Government of Japan for their unwavering support, which enables us to expand our reach and enhance our services during these challenging times,” stated Professor Dr. Chalidaporn Songsamphan, Chair of the SWING Foundation Board. “With the addition of these mobile vehicles, we are better equipped to address the evolving needs of sex workers and vulnerable populations, ensuring their access to essential resources and healthcare.” The handover ceremony represents a significant step towards bolstering community resilience and fostering collaboration among stakeholders dedicated to mitigating the impacts of the pandemic. SWING remains steadfast in its mission to champion the rights and well-being of marginalized communities, with the invaluable support of partners like the Government of Japan.

Just as every customer is different so is every masseur. Some are aggressive and will make the first move by grazing your genitals. Others may position their crotch within easy reach. Shy ones may wait for you to make the first move. Again, be flexible: there are no hard rules of engagement. As for haggling, if you're in a shop with minimum tip there is no haggling. You and masseur already agree what tip will be. In shop with no minimum, Vinapu's recommendation (and I believe I recall it correctly) is the best advice I've heard on the matter. Guy asks "what you give me?" You say X baht. He asks for more. You make one--and only one--counter offer (which may or may not be your original figure). He either accepts or declines. It shouldn't be like negotiating over the price of a carpet in a suk in Marrakesh. Go into this relaxed and confident. It's surprisingly easy to get from A to B. Hopefully nothing will come up that you can't handle.

at first look it seems excessive but only to those who go to Bangkok planning to stay celibate. More ambitious whorers may be inclined to take massage during day and off boy long time at night. even in Saphan Kwai 1.5 hr session would be 500 +1000 tip, that's 1500. Guy for overnight will be at least 3000 as I doubt even on Grinder in Bangkok suitable suitor go for much less. I don't count off fee because you already paid but likely guy will be from bar so we need to add 500 for your drink so we have 1500+3500= 5000 as likely absolute minimum including label 'cheap Charlie" sticked to your forehead. I my opinion adding 2000 to that and having basically guy available 7/24 in exchange is not a bad turn of events. Sure if arrangement is for few days, boy may settle for less in exchange for not worrying about business for that period. As for daily expenses you mentioned they are always part and parcel of such arrangements and it goes without saying that it will be us who finance those although occasionally this or that guy may insist on paying his own meal or drink, be it chewing gum or small bottle of water in 7/11

I went to Thailand last week, for the first time during the Songkran festival. We had made plans with my Cambodian friend in advance, but we did not have any conversations about tipping or long-term stay. This issue developed completely spontaneously. When I arrived in Bangkok, he said he could stay with me for 5 days before returning to his hometown and I accepted this offer. There was no problem since I booked the hotel room for 2 people. He only left me to change his clothes and when he went to the gym. All in all, it was a fun experience, including city trips, water fights, visits to restaurants and bars in the evening (moonlight, banana bar and Jupiter bar) and sleeping together. In short, if you find the right person, you can have a great experience.

First Experience (Jupiter) Second Experience (Grindr) Third Experience (S'Sense) Fourth Experience (Dreamboys) Fifth Experience (Screwboys) Sixth Experience (Moonlight) Seventh Experience, 24 Centimetres of Songkran: I booked a room at The Quarter Silom in an attempt to off one of the old Tawan models, now hanging out nearby 7-Eleven. Unfortunately it was the Thursday before Songkran, and the entire neighbourhood of Silom was swimming with gay men. I was hit on several times just trying to navigate, with some being quite persistent, and I felt uncomfortable as I had geared myself up for a non-social evening with a paid hook-up. Quick, easy and "painless." I checked in to my hotel and even the lobby was full of cruising men. The two staff members, both young Thai men, also seemed incredibly flirtatious. I was very thrown off by this whole scenario and it left me feeling a little anxious. I grabbed some alcohol and sat in my room, working up the courage to take a stroll outside. That's when my Grindr started becoming very active. One looked promising. A Thai/Cambodian guy who advertised himself as being 24cm. A little preposterous, I'm sure he was much smaller than advertised. I questioned him and he stated "If your mouth doesn't drop when you see it, I will leave, don't worry." I asked his fee. He was not a moneyboy, just in town for Songkran, and nearby about to head back to his friend's place in Ekkamai. Sounds suspicious. I prepared some cash just in case, and gave him the address to my hotel. 15 minutes later he arrived. I meet him outside, and I'm a little taken aback, because he's more feminine than I expected. Not very, but just more so than his photos would have me believe. I started to worry that the dick size was false advertising too. We get to my room, and he removes his pants immediately, leaving his shirt on. His massive, thick, heavy soft cock can be seen dangling. "I'll shower first, okay?" he quickly says, as if not skipping a beat. My mouth does indeed drop. He smiles. "You really weren't kidding," I say, and he smiles wider. His dick was indeed 24cm, and he stated his girth was 60mm, which I can also believe. He's uncut, and even soft, his dick is heavy and meaty. He peels off the remainder of his clothing and takes a shower. I enter the bathroom too and give him some body wash. "Thanks," he says, "now come in here." It's about to start, I think. No. He pushes me down so I'm kneeling in the shower, and he begins pissing all over my face. I'm shocked, but the sheer audacity of this action riles me up so much. What nerve! I'm very submissive so this act of domination engorges my own cock. He smiles again, "I thought you'd like that. Do you like to be fucked hard, too? A little bit of a freak?" I can say nothing but nod my head in sheer happiness. We make our way to the bed, and he slams his cock inside of me without any preparation. I wince in such incredible pain. "I thought you said you like it rough?" My asshole feels like it's been stabbed with a butcher's knife, "It's been a while since I've had something this big..." I assure him. Back in Colombia, this was a regular occurrence, and trust me, I can take it well. Instead of warming me up or going slow, he repeats the same. Jab, slam, jab, slam. My body is involuntarily clenching itself. I try and relax, but the fear of the next thrust will not allow it. "Oh great, a huge cock and I can't even enjoy it..." I worry to myself. I've noticed tops here are not the most skilled. But I have a point to prove. I'm a good bottom. I take it, until eventually my ass opens up and swallows the entire thing. "Good boy," he says "now show me how hard you a take it." He fucks me for twenty or so minutes. My ass is swollen. Each thrust feels even better than the last because it's getting more and more sensitive as he continues. "You're bleeding," he says. This was not meant to be a raunchy fuck, but it's quickly becoming one. "That's okay." I say, worried slightly for the hotel bedding. He finishes inside of me and keeps his dick inside my ass. "I'm going to piss inside of you too." He does. The feeling is hard to describe. A warm and a gentle tickle. He puts a towel on my asshole and pulls out. He starts talking so nonchalantly now. I feel traumatized, in a good way. "Where are you from?" he asks, and makes small talk that didn't occur before. I tell him, and he says he's always wanted to visit. "Can you take me?" he asks, and I jokingly say yes. He seems quite serious. "I tried to apply before to go, but I was rejected... no money..." Ah, so he is a moneyboy... I pull out 2000 thb and offer it to him, and he looks confused. "No thanks," he says, now looking a little hurt. "Oh, sorry I misunderstood..." I say, and he laughs. He pulls out his phone and shows me WhatsApp messages. They are from clients, offering him large amounts of money. He shows me a conversation where a client offers him 5000 RMB. "I used to work here," he says, "tomorrow I go back to Cambodia. I don't work here anymore." I'm very confused. "If you want to pay, I have friends..." and he shows me several photos of other guys, "I can call them now if you are not satisfied." What? Is he asking for money, is he offended? I'm lost. I ask him how much 5000 RMB is, and he tells me more than twenty thousand baht. Is he lying? Who would pay this rate? Why would he not take the money? "You take me back to your country?" he says again. "I will only fuck you." I tell him I'm travelling for the next year, give him a hug, and he leaves. I block him immediately afterward. While the experience was unique, I start to feel questionable on the whole situation and his intents with me. I'm still confused to this day.

I recently used Independence. The young man (20) was just as described on the website. There site has good search features. I gave Independence my top 3 choices from their site and my first choice was available. Their communication was good. Reservation was all done via email, arrangements make to meed outside a metro station. I was 5 minutes early and he was 7 minutes late. But that was not a big problem. He met me, and we walked about a block to the place. I paid him and he took the money downstairs and was back in a minute. He did not speak any English, other to day I was "Big". (language was not a problem, we knew what we were there for). Im just average by US standards. We got undressed and showered , that was a nice way to start. Then the fun started. He was very satisfying, like to kiss, suck and topped me . All in all money well spent. I find it amazing how many of these establishments there are and so many boys available . Not to here in Dallas, probably a good thing, saves money. lol.

The Anniversary Party at Winner Bar attracted many Farang and Thais plus a great abundance of tasty food. The go-go dancers mixed with the customers and entertained them with their distinctive attire at the outdoor premises. Some customers did eventually wander to the interior to further chat and drink with the dancers. A successful party for all.

NEW YORK (The Borowitz Report), April 12, 2024 Prominent legal experts believe that defendants who are innocent of a crime will usually do everything humanly possible to delay their trials. Professor Davis Logsdon, who teaches a course about the behavior of innocent defendants at the University of Minnesota Law School, said that “if a defendant is strenuously trying to have his trial delayed, there is no clearer evidence that he is innocent of all charges against him.” “Generally speaking, people who have done nothing wrong want to push the day when their name is cleared as far into the future as they can,” he said. “They will spend a massive amount on legal fees to have a cloud of suspicion hover over them for as long as possible.” He said that there are “other signs” that a person is “completely innocent,” including “claiming immunity from all charges, defaming the judge and his or her children, and calling the trial a ‘disgrace’ or a ‘witch-hunt.’” “If someone does all of those things, it’s so obvious he’s innocent that the case should be dismissed immediately,” he said. “The fact that such a trial is allowed to proceed is worrisome proof that our legal system is broken.”

so much trouble and ton's of chemicals to avoid small piece of latex, Isn't it killing fun ? Dorothy of Golden Girls fame used to say " our beds are crowded, when we sleep with somebody we sleep with everybody he slept before"

Fourth Experience, As Memorable As a Dream: I wasn't planning on going out this night, but I was in the Silom area and it was nearly 10:00 PM. I decided to check out some new venues. The most prominent one was Dream Boys. I walk up to the hawker and ask, "What type of men are in there? I'm looking for muscle." They are confused, and I learn asking questions to these hawkers is not a good idea- I don't think they have anything to do with the bar. He points me to the door staff. "Come and take a look," he encourages me. I go inside and I'm not disappointed with what I see, so I decide to stay. Honestly, my memory is a little hazy on this place because it didn't make a huge impression. I believe I paid 500 THB for the entrance fee and it included a drink. I order a Coke Zero. Reports online mention that it includes two drinks, but I was not aware of this and didn't order a second drink either way. I'm given a good seat in the middle of the bar with a prominent view of the stage. I remember very little about the show. I assure you I wasn't drunk! The men are on stage and quite a few of them are smiling at me, making eye contact, and flirting from the stage. I'm not opposed to this. The two most eager ones are a younger guy who I'd estimate around 20, with a lean and twink-ish body but fantastic ab definition. He smiles and looks so approachable. He makes eye contact with me and seems genuine. I kind of want to be his friend. Is he my type? Not really. His body is fantastic, so maybe I could make it work. He's cute as well. I'm sure he's a 10/10 for some of you. If I recall, he was #33. The other one is also not my type, but his attitude is infectious. I'll soon learn he's a performer in the "Big Cock Show!" He's thin and a little older, maybe in his thirties. He has a really comedic personality. He looks at me and grabs his dick, which makes me laugh, and he laughs. We make a lot of eye contact, and every time I look at him, he laughs back and points to the seat next to me. He wants to join me, but I play coy. I shake my head, and laugh. I put my hand up and block the view of his large bulge. He laughs. I like this playful banter. I could get along with this guy too. Again, not really what I'm looking for, but all of my bar experiences have been lacklustre, so the personality is winning me over. The mamasan is quite forceful here. Every 5 minutes, they come to my table and ask which one I'm interested in. I say I'm not sure, and they hover around my seat. I find this very uncomfortable. As the show goes on, without a single memorable act (were there even acts?), I'm finally willing to buy someone a drink. I tell the mamasan that I have two choices, #33 and #55. He can't understand me when I mention #55, so I let it go, and ask for #33- the younger Twink. I ask, "Is he gay?" "Yes, gay." they confirm. Okay. While I appreciate straight men a lot more, my experience with them in the past was disappointing, so I'm willing to try someone who may at least have some interest in me outside of a paycheque. He comes to sit with me and I tell him, "I find you very cute, you look really approachable, I want to be your friend." I laugh, hoping this starts some conversation. He makes an effort but the banter quickly ends. He speaks okay English, but there is no personality to him. He's cute and meek and submissive. He grabs my hand and holds it. I tell him that he has a nice body, and quickly begin to figure out if he's a good off. "Are you a bottom?" I ask. I assume he is now based on his personality, but I'm hoping he's a top. "I'm whatever you want me to be," he replies. Oh great. "Do you top or bottom more often?" I explicitly ask. Bottom. Okay, that's fine. He points to the stage. "Big cock show!" 4 models are on the stage, including the one who was flirting with me from the stage earlier. He sees me watching, and takes the opportunity to show off his cock. It's nice, about 18cm. His friend on stage is a little more my type and is even bigger, probably 20cm, so I'm a bit distracted. I don't talk to #33 during this show because I'm sizing up my options, and he's playing on his phone anyway. After the show ends, I ask "You weren't in the big cock show!" jokingly. "I'm small," he says, and I'm a little disappointed but it's to be expected. I was hoping he was at least a good size, then he might be offable for me. I'm not really looking for a bottom like this. "Oh, okay" I say. The conversation dries up after that. I wonder if he will say anything, or make an attempt to start a conversation since his English is passable. There is no attempt. Is he shy? He goes back to playing on his phone, but holds my hand. I'm kind of not into it. I need a connection if you're going to want to hold my hand, and you're not even trying to start one. Can he tell I'm not really interested? I decide to be up front as he still has half of his drink left and he's sat with me through 3 or 4 performances. "I don't think I'll take you home tonight, I'm sorry." He says he understands. I expect this to signal him to chug his drink and go back to find another client, but he stays for 2 more performances. He tries to hold my hand but I'm not into it anymore. I sit and watch the show in silence, it's a bit awkward. The mamamsan comes back and tries to get me to pay an off fee. I'm not interested, I tell them. Some convincing happens through the determination to stay in my area and not walk away. "No, I'm okay." I say again. The boy finishes his drink and the mamasan comes back and asks for a tip. A tip? For the boy, and for him. "Isn't buying them a drink considered the tip?" I ask, genuinely confused. Do I tip a boy as well? I mean, I have no issue with this... but the boy put in barely any effort and it wasn't a match. Maybe I should tip his phone? That did more work than him. The mamasan seems a little angry, and asks for 50 thb. "For what?" I ask. "Just give me something." I give the 50 thb, a little annoyed, not because of the amount but because of the audacity to be forceful in a tip. I'd consider tipping 50 thb to be rude. I'd rather receive nothing. Take it as you will! I watch the remainder of the show, and the big cock show boy flirts with me a little more. I'm pretty turned off at this point. I finish my drink and I leave the bar. It's 11:30 and I have time to see another show at midnight. I scan the area and notice a name I've heard before, Screwboys. Let's check it out next.

Yes he did. He was returning to the US for treatment to his kidneys. Some posters on another forum loathed him, even gloating at his demise. Not that board's finest hour, in my view. He had made enemies when he owned it. We'd often breakfast together at Ambiance. He was good company. He had two rooms there on a long-term rental. Penthouse suites, one for him, the other for whoever his plats de jour were. Note the plural. I knew one of his entourage well, indeed, had been offing him for some years. Whatever other posters said, he was liked by his guys (a big thing for me, much more important than being liked by falang visitors and expats) and this was confirmed by P who knew him by repute and whose judgement I respect.

We first tried to see the BoyzBoyzBoyz show at 10:30 but all tables reserved except for the horrible ones to the side of stage. They said they had to hold the others so we left without a show or drinks. Toy Boys was second stop and boy Tawan boy and I both found boys we liked and had them over for drinks. Mine was from Laos and cute and on a normal night, I would have taken him but I can to celebrate the beloved's BD so I let him pick someone. Needless to say it was a fem boy. But, very sweet and good English. We brought him back to the hotel and the BF had about 2 hours of fun with him. When I asked why I only get 45 seconds of fun every time, he said, "that is you and not me." Oh well, age has both advantages and disadvantages. We had stopped here after a trip to Sunnee. It was good to see that NiceBoys still has that photo of Charlie. Wow. He was such a fun guy and good to that bar. As for ToyBoys, honestly, there were at least 4 or 6 guys I would have taken on my own. Some cute and well defined bodies. I did get my drink boys LINE as he said he comes to Bangkok some and wants to spend Songkran there.

Hi guys! I’m currently in Cairo and want to give an update to the current state of affairs as I’ve seen them. Grindr is packed with guys and so many seem effortlessly masculine. I’m a middle aged bear and the first night I stayed in Zamelak which is very central and decided to do a Grindr boost for an hour just for research purposes. I got 125 messages in that first hour. There is a warning when you open the app that speaks about police profiling. I asked a few guys and one even laughed about it. The general consensus is it’s not an issue and two even said they wouldn’t touch a tourist at all. The difficult part is for obvious reasons they only show disappearing photos so it quickly gets out of hand when it comes to remembering who you are talking to when you’ve got five or six possible suitors in conversation. I stayed at the Marriott on the island using points I saved up and it was nice. But security was tight getting in. Possibly going to dinner first in the hotel and then sneaking up later would work? (It must be said I’m not meeting with anyone this trip because I’m traveling with a close girlfriend). The Airbnb I’m currently in would absolutely work though for hookups as there are no doormen at all. I won’t be able to comment on the availability of guys further south in the historical zones of Luxor and Aswan as I’ll be on a cruise and unable to meet up. waking through Khan el-kalili souk was incredible and I feel if I were alone I’d be able to street cruise. Egyptians have been very gracious and welcoming of me and are proud of their country. It’s been very endearing and I’m glad I’ve come back after a dozen years gone. I’d like to come back solo and really have fun. The talent pool seems endless here.

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

Personally, I feel that it might be a little more affordable but not that far apart. And like @floridarob mentioned, there's no gay gogo bars like those in Thailand but the apps are full of guys offering their services. The rates are generally cheaper compared to Thailand, with the few exceptions. Jakarta city might not have much in terms of tourist attractions but the food/cafe scene is better than Bangkok, for me at least. I do alternate between Thailand and Indonesia often, just for a change in scenery (and types of guys I'm looking for).