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I did a four-day trip from Bergen up past the Arctic Circle to the lovely town of Tromso. I had found a lovely little hotel in Tromso where in addition to all-day tea and coffee in the little lounge, they served pancake mix and various jams in the early evening. I'd never seen that before.

From Wikipedia
On the night of October 6, 1998, Shepard was approached by Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson at the Fireside Lounge in Laramie; all three men were in their early 20s. McKinney and Henderson offered to give Shepard a ride home. They subsequently drove to a remote rural area and proceeded to rob, pistol-whip, and torture Shepard, tying him to a split rail fence and leaving him to die.

R.I.P.

The business in Patpong One among food vendors is improving. Numerous small vendors have taken over stands formerly occupied by merchandise sellers at the Silom end. One of the old cafeteria restaurants that previously serviced the workers has set up many tables outside on the soi and is doing well.
I estimate the first 20% of the soi is now given over to food offerings of all sorts, drawing a varied crowd.

Even had he known about the Plan which we now know his Defence Forces were well aware of in detail a year in advance, it would no doubt have been difficult for him to do much about it. His main goal throughout his Prime Ministership has very obviously been the prevention of the creation of a Palestinian state. He is the one who insisted on letting Hamas have its own way in Gaza deliberately to reduce the authority of the Palestinian Authority. Once the present hostilities are over, whatever the result, he will no doubt be desperate to cling on to power. Hopefully Israeli citizens will call him to account and his days in government will be numbered.

Day 2 - Part 2
I didn’t think this report was going to reveal itself like some perverted Harry Potter series with so many posts but I must concede that the most intense moments of my week-long adventure occurred early on, as my stamina and sanity would wane. 😀
After returning to the hotel from Arena, an experience that fully met its renowned reputation, I quickly prepared for the Ibis Styles Silom pool party. Given that it was Saturday, the hotel and Silom Road were already bustling with activity. My initial plan was to observe from a distance, somewhat inconspicuously in a dark corner creepily oogling the crowd. However, the reality was quite different.
The pool party turned out to be a lively and social gathering, drawing in about 100 attendees from a wide range of ages, backgrounds, and countries. I found myself engaging in conversations with various friendly men, boys and a sprinkling of curious women.  Some of the people I made conversation with also agreed to make plans to extend the festivities later at DJ Station and G Bangkok, both already on my itinerary.
Traveling alone, I'm usually cautious with alcohol consumption, particularly in unfamiliar places. However, the engaging company and seemingly endless beer buckets, coupled with my lack of sleep and the lingering effects of my trans-Pacific journey, led me to let my guard down and warning bells began to ring.
As the evening progressed, I was introduced to a striking Cambodian boy in his early twenties, Lenny, by an American of Asian descent living in Mexico — a testament to our awesome planet. Lenny's charisma and captivating presence in the party, complete with a group of equally animated friends, caught my attention. He paraded around with his boyish good looks in a tight white speedo daring gawkers to see the results of his ventures into the pool.  Taking his time to pose and preen for his friends to snap photos as they shrieked in delight over the scene of envious glares and thirsty voyuers viewing the commotion. 
However, my attempt at conversation with him was not as successful as I'd hoped as I fumbled around a few lines and nervously made small talk.  That is when I realized I need to make a hasty retreat as my pre-arranged companion had arrived from Siam Roads.
The concept of a companion for the evening seemed sensible at first, but as the night unfolded, I began to realize that my hyper-promiscuous energy combined with the City’s high-spirited sex-fueled denizens, made such an arrangement somewhat redundant. Nevertheless, my companion proved to be understanding and supportive of my own sex-crazed ambitious plans for the night.
Meeting my companion in the hotel lobby, I was apologetic for my tardiness, likely looking as the Crypt Keeper on Spring Break. We had a brief discussion about my dream and desires for the evening before heading out - hardcore partying 🫡.
After yet another round of showering, we embarked on our first destination of the night: Sauna Mania. Walking to the bathhouse, I became acutely aware of the unique smells and sights of Bangkok's streets at night, including the surprisingly large rats that seemed more akin to rabbits, all under the backdrop of streams of people on the sidewalk.
The entrance procedure for Sauna Mania was all very familiar to typical bathhouses I’d been to before with utilitarian lockers and very old and worn feel.  It was “underwear” night and I had worn a very revealing jockstrap with a cut out for my dick so it was mostly visible not realizing that Sauna Mania would only be giving out towels the size of a wash cloth.  My companion alerted me to meet him at 10pm in the lobby and I said 9pm, which was about an hour not knowing how this was all going to unfold.  Well, long story short, I left him waiting for me once again as I got sucked into a swirl of Asian bodies and sex not to be seen again until - about 10pm as he had figured. I was obviously foreign and a slut by my underwear as most guys seemed to have traditional briefs or boxers and very few went all naked or had revealing jocks so I recieved a great deal more attention than I am used to in a bathhouse.
I was impressed by the size of Sauna Mania with its vaulted and open air patios and various mazes.  The facility was packed to the brim with people.  At one point in the maze area is was so crowded hardly a person could move and people smashed against each other just gave in to whatever orifice or phallus was pressed upon them.  It was hard to tell even who’s what was going where.   After breaking free of that chaos I connected with a very large, bodybuilding type Chinese man about thirty or fourty.  He was a top so I finally was able to check that box, or I guess I should say scratch that itch.  After that I hairy local Thai guy who had been tailing me all even wanted me to top him and I obliged putting on a show for the Sauna in several of the open air rooms as neither of us had a private room and it didn’t seem either of us cared. Even at my last moment in the lockerroom as I departed I could not help but to molest an older Thai daddy who was buzzing next to me - I was unglued and loving it.
Sheepishly returning to my companion he suggested we go to Circus and see the “gay street”.  The energy was off though.  At this point, I was covered with sex.  The unfortunate thing about Sauna Mania is that for a bathhouse, its hygienic or “sauna” features were sorely lacking.  There was no pool or hot tub, which is likely best for everyone's health and safety but even the showers were too utilitarian and soap harsh and unpleasant.  Not to mention the little hand towels they supplied did little to encourage a thorough clean.  
So after an awkward beer at Circus - vacantly staring out into a sea of lights and chatting gays, me reeking of raw bathhouse sex and now horny as ever I had to explain to my companion that I am going back to the hotel to yes, shower, properly.
After that detour he decides to take me to Dreamboy.  Now through all my research, Deamboy never came up as a bar I wanted to see.  Mostly because I took @vinapu clairvoyant suggestions to my inaugural post soliciting advice at face value and was hesitant to deviate as from my diligent studies of this board I assumed we are kindred spirits. However, Dreamboy is impressive in size and filled with people for the 10:30 show. However, the show was not all that entertaining to me with a few forgettable drag queens but some fun dance numbers with dancers and their cocks wrapped up like hotdogs. Now this is the first time I've seen gogo dancers proudly march on stage dicks out in such a manner. Certainly I've seen (and reported on) sex show and the like but this with the light one girls cackling and men drooling was still quite the sight to behold. Oh my. Thailand is different.  I wandered around the bar at time trying to find the bathroom and everyone including staff and performers were quite forgiving and kind to me as I likely looked at this point a complete mess.
I did enjoy some of the boys, who were clearly great gogo dancers and had great energy and moves but out of the some 20 guys on stage at a time, maybe that was one or two?  Many others looking completely out of place made me feel uncomfortable as they stood there jerking from side to side or desperately staring out into the audience for attention.  Their “boyish” lean looks were fine, I’ve already mentioned my tour of twinks and boyish men so far in the trip but they just didn’t quite pique my interest.
I couldn't help but notice in my peripheral vision the several farangs that had arranged MBs in the back rows overjoyed and in love and that also warmed my heart.
My companion was a bit agitated, I think he felt let down by the show, or perhaps my flagging energy was a sign we needed to leave.
Continuing the evening's adventure, we headed to DJ Station now about 11ish, where I began texting some acquaintances from the pool party, informing them of our imminent arrival. The club, a multi-room extravaganza, was a vibrant mix of energy and people. It was bustling with men in their twenties and thirties, sprinkled with daddies who either shared their love or perhaps sponsored their company. One thing I enjoyed – it was all men!  An extremely rare sight in a gay club in my hometown. The exact cost of entry or the other previous stops escapes my memory, a side effect of the endless beer buckets from the earlier pool party, but the entrance fee did include two complimentary drinks. I believe everything cost 400 baht, at which point I still figured was $400 US, still unsure how to convert money in my head only later figuring out it was more like a paltry $10. I chose a beer, clinging to the hope that sticking to one type of drink would help clear my increasingly blurry vision.
I really enjoyed the pulsating EDM, all the songs seemed ripped from a typical American club. My companion, who had been more of a peripheral presence throughout the evening, seemed relieved to part ways as I became engrossed in the lively bar scene. He high-tailed out the building as if it had caught on fire.
Not soon after, I noticed the Cambodian boy, Lenny, with the white speedo, now somewhat fully dressed - pants but proudly shirtless and gyrating on an older farang in his fifties.  Lenny spotted me and came over and we shared a chat and he offered to buy me a drink with one of his tickets.  At this point, I lost my other drink ticket and was relieved - hopeful that perhaps they sold Dasani?  He suggested I get what seemingly everyone was holding a large half-gallon size container filled with a colorful drink.  I didn’t realize these jugs that people were carrying around were mixed drinks that could be bought with one ticket.  No wonder the place was verging on unhinged - nearly everyone was fucked up.
Like any nervous gay trying to impress a crush I confidently agreed and get the jug of whatever may come.   Soon I was slurping what seemed like straight liquor and continuing the party with him, his friends, his diligent farang companion, and others from the pool party.  At this point, I had enough sense to know that I was not “going home with him” and that this older fellow who seemed to be a satellite in his orbit had priority and I respected the code.
We make our way to G Bangkok thought I prefer its former moniker GOD, I think literally next door.  A tunnel-like TSA experience but not very intrusive searching.  I had poppers and random items like earplugs but none of that seemed to matter to the security guards who frisked me and metal detectors we were sent through.  Once inside the nearly pitch-black club it was quite familiar to something I’d expect from New York City after hours, again the cover paid for drink tickets, which at this point I think I went back to beer with the feeble hopes I was not going to be in serious trouble tomorrow.  The music was a varied mix of pots and pans clanging and electronic synthesizers but no one was there to sing along only to writhe and grind against one another and the sound system hit all the necessary notes.
The pain could wait a few more hours for now I’m just making out with guys, fondling on the dancefloor, on a real warpath. Mercifully, at 4AM and the light blasts on and I permit myself to flee the premises a quick 10-minute stumble to my hotel with a huge smile and triple vision.

Gentlemen, I have just returned from Bangkok. My gratitude goes out to all who shared invaluable tips and travel insights, which I studied intently in the month leading up to my journey. Before this, my knowledge of Bangkok was limited to what I had conjured in my imagination, fueled by the song “One Night In Bangkok” that I listened to on repeat as a youngster.
As my 30th birthday approached, I desired an adventure, something wildly enjoyable. Impulsively, I bought a ticket to Bangkok, setting off to create an impromptu plan for my trip a month or so before departure.
Now, back in the northwest USA, I find myself grappling with jetlag, a mix of sexual exhaustion, euphoria, and a surge of existential mania. I'm ready to contribute my own story to the esteemed Gay Guides message board. My hope is that future travelers will gain insight from my experiences – both the successes and the missteps – or perhaps the seasoned veterans will find amusement in the account of a newcomer navigating the renowned sex tourism capital of the world.
Prologue
I am not new to international travel or to the company of escorts, having indulged in both across various continents. However, my experiences had never extended to Asia, a region that has always intrigued me, particularly due to my interest in Asian men. The distance and cultural differences were daunting, but now, having immersed myself in this new environment, I regret not making the journey sooner. 
In short, I am shaken.
Day 1
The anticipation for this trip had been building intensely, fueled by the erotic tales from this message board. I meticulously planned my itinerary, including visits to famed MB Bars and anticipated massage experiences. The flight itself was an endurance test — over 24 hours of a dehydrating, cramped, and stuffy journey, catapulting halfway across the globe through numerous time zones and across the dateline, leaving me questioning the very fabric of reality.
Stepping off the plane, my senses were heightened, and I found myself admiring the uniformed army men and security personnel while navigating customs. My fascination with Asian men was now confirmed as “a thing”.
Prior to my arrival, I had arranged for a Siam Pride Limo Taxi, thinking it necessary to bridge the language barrier in this foreign land. My Day 1 in Bangkok began late at 11:30 PM. To my relief, I soon discovered that most people I encountered spoke excellent English, and that transportation would be one of the easiest aspects of my trip. 
Yet, there was a certain excitement in being greeted at the airport by an attendant holding a sign with my name, and then being ushered into an aged black car with tinted windows, driven by a middle-aged, fit, and stoically silent driver — perfect.
The drive from Suvarnabhumi Airport to my hotel was shrouded in darkness, exacerbated by the tinted windows of the car. The surrounding scenery gave off a melancholic and almost sinister aura, reminiscent of my experiences in São Paulo with its vacant skyscrapers, trash can fires, and eerie silence. But considering it was midnight and I had been awake for over 24 hours, my mind was on the brink of implosion.
Upon arrival at the Ibis Styles Silom Hotel, the mood shifted dramatically. The hotel was bright, modern, and welcoming, staffed by two cheerful attendants who provided exceptional service in perfect English. I chose this hotel as it seemed relatively close to the action and was about $40/night a bargain bin price for a 3-star resort that I would take any day.  However, the room itself was quite compact and only offered a view of the hotels busy looking atrium.  Nevertheless, I enjoyed the site of its jewel box glass shower nestled conveniently next to the queen bed and private toilet tucked in a separate room.  The designer knew what he was doing. 
It was now 3 AM, and I had been awake for more than 30 hours. Weary yet restless, I checked into my room and immediately logged onto Grindr.
The display of muscular, toned, shirtless profiles on my screen was overwhelming. The flurry of messages from eager locals was like nothing I had experienced in other gay neighborhoods. Focused on my purpose, I zeroed in on a profile offering “Massage” services. After all, this was Bangkok, and I was here to immerse myself in the famed experiences the city had to offer.
The masseur, a youthful-looking individual probably in his early twenties, boasted a fitness model's physique, which was evident from his popular Instagram account overflowing with followers. This online presence served as a form of validation for me, and I decided to accept his offer for a 2500 Baht outcall visit. The fact that he was just a block away added to the appeal, as I was eager to get a glimpse of the streets and residential life in this new land.
He was available - NOW!
In a flurry, I quickly freshened up and made my way to his apartment. Upon arrival, I noticed he was shorter than I had anticipated, yet his physique was strikingly chiseled, likely around 8% body fat. He had a pleasantly shy demeanor and his English, while not perfect, was more than adequate.  He walked me to his spartan studio apartment and we stripped down. The massage itself was satisfactory — and playfully frisky.  
He had mentioned it body-to-body and full release.  I did not expect much more than a rub and tug, but after about thirty minutes, he went to town, going down on me.  Oh wow.  Then came the 69.  He allowed me to poke and probe his entire smooth and boyish body with my tongue as he ravaged my cock with his mouth.  Very good!  A climax for both of us.  I tipped him 500 baht, completely forgetting what I learned from this board on how to handle such a custom, and at 5AM, I returned to the hotel with the confident knowledge that Bangkok is the greatest city on Earth.
 

I like to stay at the Furama Silom 10 minutes walk from Patpong. no problems with guests you can just bypass the reception straight to the elevator. Spacious rooms (better to book their suprier rooms at the higher floors ) nice rooftop pool and decent buffet breakfast.

It's a very old hotel, has been there for over 40 years maybe. I once toyed the possibility but was told that no joiners allowed.
Speaking of which, I'd like to ask others who have stayed in some other hotels. Which of these forbid or tax joiners? 
Amara, 
56 Surawong,
Le Siam,
De Arni.
I have read on this forum that Siam Heritage does not allow joiners. 
I am thinking of amending my map to show hotel symbols in different colours depending on whether they are joiner-friendly. I think that will be useful.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

I took BTS back to Sala Daeng. Saw that a new bar was being built next to Hot Male Beer Bar downstairs. It's in pink. Oh dear. Not a girlie bar please.
Got some lunch then lazed at pool waiting for Grinder guy. Not just one but two in fact. One Thai guy. Mid 20s. Tall and twinkish. Freelancer just like the Thai guy I met yesterday.
My other Grinder initiated session came in late afternoon. 34 years old. Laos. And surprise surprise he works at Super A! He was stopping by at my room for quickie before he reports for work at 6pm. Sex with him was the best among all the guys I met this trip. Experience trumps pretty boy looks, sexy 6-pec abs body and skilful massage skills, I guess.

Day 7 (Monday) - last full day in Bangkok on this one week trip and what a packed schedule. In morning after breakfast, I went to nearby St Louis Catholic Hospital to pass some money to my cha nuoi (godson). His condition had gotten worse since the last I met him and he had to be admitted to hospital for 2 nights. He had asked me to help him pay part of his hospital bill during his discharge and I said no problem. The hospital is just next to St Louis BTS. Modern and clean. Cha nuoi was staying on 20th floor. I knocked on door of his room and went in. A nurse was helping him take off the IV drip. Two of his Vietnamese friends were there as well to take him back home. One of them works at same packing and delivery business while the other was a stunner! He had tattoos on his left arm and was well-built. I had to ask.
"You work in bar?"
"Yes," he said in very low sexy voice.
"Which bar?"
"Jupiter." I was half-expecting that answer.
I thanked him for looking out for my cha nuoi and then proceeded to ask him for his Line account. "Ok. No problem. My name is Man. You good friend. You help Tiep (cha nuoi's Vietnamese name) long time."
"You good friend. Tiep sick and you help him."
I swear cha nuoi was rolling his eyes at my shameless flirting.
After the nurse finished her task, she left the room and I passed cha nuoi the money. I said my goodbye and wished him quick recovery and of course I also said goodbye to good friend from Jupiter.

Blackjack night ended just before midnight and my 4 guests left happy. I had invited Z, my current infatuation to blackjack night, but he was shy and didn't want to go as he didn't know the other guys personally. I sent Z a message on Line:
"What time does DJ Station close?"
"2"
"You want go."
"Yes"
I rushed off to Hotmale Beer bar downstairs, passed Z a 1000-baht note to pay for his off. Another waiter saw and he looked at me and pointed at himself. "Sure, let's go together!" So no change received and 3 of us were on our way to DJ.
No queue to get in but it was packed inside. 300 baht for 2 drinks represent very good value in my opinion, as compared to the 400 to 500 baht charged for one drink in gogo bars. We wandered the different areas in DJ Station but spent most of time at K-pop dance area. Z likes K-pop but he doesn't know the dance moves that the DJ Station regulars were doing. "You learn. I learn. Next time we come here. We dance like them same same," I said to him. Ok he nodded. I hope I don't have regrets! At 1.45am, we decided to leave before the inevitable huge exit crowd at 2am closing time. I thanked and tipped them before we split off and I went back to hotel to sleep after an eventful and fun day.
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Day 5 (Saturday) - A tale of two Thais
I had pleasure of meeting two very interesting young Thai guys - both in mid 20s. I got to know them through Grinder. They hit me up yesterday and I am only able to meet them today one in late morning and another in evening.
One of them is a masseur at Olivia Massage. Shall call him O after his shop. English is very basic. He uses Google Translate when he messages me. But to be frank, during massage and sex, language does not matter. O is a cute twink. Very friendly and loves to kiss! Hardworking as well. Strong massage strokes. I had him come/cum (Lol!) to my hotel room for massage in day time so I had to pay an off fee to shop. O loved doing massage in hotel room. He took pictures and videos of city from window of room. After leaving, O sent me a message: "Let me know in advance when you want me to go your hotel. I can go before work or after work. I can also go during lunch break. You no need pay my shop."
The other young Thai guy I met speaks fluent English. He even types all his messages in English. He is the epitome of the young modern educated Thai person. He has travelled to all of the major countries in Asia except China and he has even been to a number of European countries. He studied aircraft engineering and works at airport where he stays nearby. He is looking for an older boyfriend after some previous relationships. We talked about interests and personal life and I found him to be a remarkable young man. He came from a complicated family background and is currently out on his own. His name starts with L but to differentiate him, shall refer to him as L+. When I complimented him on his achievements at such a young age, he was on the verge of tears and hugged me tightly. I think not many people have given him positive affirmation in his life. I hope he finds the right guy for his boyfriend and happiness together.
O and L+ are two Thai gay guys whom I will not forget and I suspect I will be keeping in touch with them for years to come. Most of the guys I got to know well during my trips to Bangkok are not Thai (and not gay!) They are mostly from Myanmar and Vietnam (due largely to their English proficiency). There are Laos and Cambodia guys I know as well but I need Google Translate when I meet them.
Oh yes, report on night activities - I was at Screwboys after supper at Foodland Patpong with fellow forum member. But no.93 wasn't there. Hopefully he will turn up tomorrow.

From the bears

Day 4 - In morning, I got hit upon via Grinder by a university student at nearby Chulalongkon University. Early 20s. He wanted to come to my hotel room and he asked for 2pm. So I did not have anything planned for early afternooon and waited patiently. 2pm and there was no word from him. I had to send a message asking if he was coming. At 2.30pm, he replied that due to school work, he had to postpone to 5pm. At 5pm, he messaged to say he would be late. I smelt a scam. I wanted to cancel but Netflix saved him by keeping me occupied the whole afternoon. "Near now. Please wait," he said at 5.30pm. He finally arrived at 6.10pm. I was glad that I waited. He was very willing to please and worth his short time tip.
However, during the afternoon while waiting for uni guy to appear, I rejected 2 opportunities to meet - one was from Soi 6 massage guy L whom I saw yesterday and another was young Thai working as engineer who found me on Grinder. In fact, I would count it as 3 opportunities lost because fellow forum member went to One Spa and I could have joined him but didn't. Thankfully, uni guy and I clicked when we met so I  have no regret at the 3 missed opportunities.
In evening, I went to Circus on Soi 4 for dinner. Sat at front row perfect view to eat slowly and watch people passing by. I enjoyed seeing the reactions of curious straight tourists who walked in and did a U-turn back out. Seeing the Jupiter guys report for work was a treat. I stopped B, a Laos Jupiter guy and offered him dinner. He said he had eaten but he was accommodating to sit with me for a few minutes to chat. B is a longtime guy I know from Banana Bar.  I swear he gets more handsome every thing I meet him. He agreed to an off for Sunday night.
I noticed many (Asian) bears going up the stairs to Hugs Bar. Glad to see that there are niche places for different interests. A group of European-looking older gentlemen sat to my right at Circus and had beer. Later, I would see them at front row in Dreamboys watching the show. Circus had a cabaret show inside srarting at 9pm, with its Aussie owner taking limelight as show announcer. At 9.15pm, I paid my bill and made my way to Hotmale Beer Bar downstairs.

I decided to check out Screwboys so I went in after saying goodbye to the guys at Hotmale Beer Bar downstairs. It was about 11.40pm. Few customers and 2nd show was going on. It was erotic dancing with some guys touching and rubbing a guy with erected penis sticking out. After that was big cock show where the guys went looking for tips. The guys in basketball singlet and shorts seated outside came inside for rotation on stage after the big cock show. Twinks galore! But I wasn't offing anyone. I just spent the next hour looking and ogling. Something new at Screwboys is mamasan calling the guys to catwalk down the narrow aisle one by one. Really nice way to showcase them and introduce them to audience. I saw Sol Bar do this yesterday night and of course it's copied from Jupiter.
After midnight, groups of Thai ladies came in. They ordered bottles and invited the cutest guys to sit with them and drink. I counted 15 ladies against 5 lonely male customers at 1am when the 3rd show began with ladyboys singing. I decided to leave. As I walked out the door, I scanned the guys seated outside and tipped one guy whom I took a fancy to. Number 93. Later on back in hotel room, I spotted him on Grinder and I sent him a "Hi" message. He replied immediately.
"Thank you for tip. Tomorrow you come my bar?"
"Yes"
"Tomorrow I wait for you."
And that ends Day 3.

Day 3 - L, the massage guy from yesterday's massage came to my hotel at 2 plus. Yesterday, at the room in his massage shop on Soi 6, he had his clothes on until midway when he asked me if I would tip him for extra service. Only then did he get naked. This time, the moment he entered my hotel room, I started unbuttoning his shirt then lowered his jeans and black boxer briefs. (Same as yesterday? Or does he have several pairs of same type?) I also got naked and led him to my bed for massage to start. I believe it was easier for him to massage because the hotel bed is much bigger than massage bed. He was literally on me as he massaged me body on body, with his warm expanding cock rubbing against my a-hole. He didn't bring any massage oil or cream but the massage still worked because of his skilful strokes. It was one of the best sessions I had, erotic massage leading to sex. Yesterday, I asked him if he would cum with me. He had replied that he was working so he couldn't. But on hotel bed, HE got so horny that he begged me to jerk him off. He said he was man so he won't bottom but surprisingly, he allowed me to finger him deeply. I found his G spot and finger fuck him while he jerk his cock furiously. Finally he let out several cum shots which reached his chin. I kept him on hold and didn't let him wash up until I unloaded my cum on his sexy abs. After that we showered, I paid him his tip and he went back to his massage shop to work. Sorry this report sounds like amateur porn but I am just reporting what really happened. Hehe.

At 10pm, I left the merry folks of Hotmale Beer Bar downstairs to enter Sol Bar to watch the show. Mamasan led me to a seat on right side at second last row. The big pillar in the middle prevented a clear view of the stage but at least it had full mirror on it which allowed the back view of the guys to be reflected when the guys stood in front of the pillar as part of their rotation.
P, whom I got to know from last night, was waiting for me.  He was in white singlet and white shorts but no number. About 15 other guys were on stage and they had numbers embroidered on their singlets and shorts. I asked him why he had no number and he said something but I couldn't catch the explanation. No matter. I told him I wanted to watch the show. I definitely was taking him off so he could change to his own clothes. He took his leave and I surveyed the bar. There were low round sofa type of seats ideal for groups right below the stage.
Only about 10 customers including one Asian customer to my left seated with former Hotmale twink who had changed out of his waiter uniform. Asian customer (looks Taiwanese or HK) was taking him off but like me, wanted to watch the show. The bar started filling up quickly. Two separate groups of Thai customers came in and ordered bottle service. Each group called down some guys down from stage to drink with them for the night. Just before the show started at 10.22pm, (yes, I checked my watch), a group of 4 farang women tourists came in.  They took front row sofas below stage on the right side. Midway through the show, one of the Thai groups would move to front row sofas below stage on the left side.
Sol Bar has adopted the best practices of the other bars. Their show started in a similar fashion to Jupiter where the guys took turns to walk individually and present themselves to audience. Unlike Jupiter, they didn't have the cold lifeless model stare. The guys of Sol Bar were free to smile at audience. Most removed their singlets to showcase their upper bodies. Some seemed awkward with runway walk. They need more model training. Also unlike Jupiter, the numbers on their shorts were visible for all to see. Very accessible for any customer who wants to off a guy.
Regarding the show, there's only 2 ladyboy singing - the opening act (backed up by 2 dancers) and the fifth performance (a solo item). Total 8 performances and I don't count big cock show. The other performances are all performed by the Sol Bar guys themselves - mixture of dance numbers and slow erotic dancing. But overall what stood out was the last performance - a SM act between a master and a slave. The slave was stripped, pulled on a leash, thrown onto the floor, "whipped" and had candle wax poured on his body. Audience members were invited to pour wax - one lady from the all-girl farang tourists in the front row and the Asian customer sitting with ex-Hotmale guy. I suspect the latter arranged for him to go up on stage. Customer seemed sheepish but I could tell he enjoyed it! The twist at the end of the act was that the slave turned the tables on the master! I have watched similar shows at Freshboys and Tawan but this particular performance made it into an unforgettable viewing experience with a storyline. Kudos for best SM show in Bangkok, Sol Bar! Maybe Sol Bar should rename itself as Sol SM Bar!

After Z went back, I had time to myself in morning. I was at swimming pool for half an hour then back to hotel room for Netflix and Tiktok. At 1.30pm, I had lunch appointment with fellow forum member. He suggested we eat at new Foodland branch at Park Silom. Very clean and new but not as big as I expected. Prices are same as Foodland Patpong. However, atmosphere will never beat Foodland Patpong!
Fellow forum member and I then continued our conversations while we walked around Patpong and Silom. We did one full round from Park Silom to Silom Road to Soi 6 to Surawong Road to Soi Thaniya then along Silom Road to Soi 4 and back to Soi 6 where we accepted the invitation of two cute massage twinks. Massage for 60 minutes was 500 baht excluding tips. I was very satisfied with my guy, L and I got his Line after finding out he's willing to come to my hotel room before/after work. Finally, I have to share this sad photo of the place that used to be Coffee Grnder Silom.  

I've tried it both ways. I've hired tour guides and found that worked very well. They can save you money, efficiently arrange your days so you get more sight seeing in a shorter period, introduce you to the bars and give you insights into the boys but very likely will not have sex with you. In Pattaya I found a massage boy from Narcissus who spoke really good English and we had good chemistry. I spent 10 days meeting him every other day (5 days total) doing sight seeing, visiting food places I would never have tried myself, quiet bars just enjoying the company as well as having massage and sex. It was his suggestion to do every other day and I used the other days to chill, have massages and sex elsewhere. It worked well for me. 
Personally if it were my first time in Bangkok I'd get the guide for a few days. That's me though. 

I'm writing this in the afterglow of a 90 minute oil massage at The Paradise Spa in Pattaya.
This place goes to number 1 in my rankings, a much needed boost after a couple of disappointing experiences over the last couple of days of which I will share in another post.
Not at all cheap, you get what you pay for imho. The facilities are top notch, the best I've encountered in Pattaya.. The rooms are clean with en suite shower (but not a toilet), mirror, stool etc and massage bed. Not the sort with the head hole which I prefer, but comfortable enough with the provided cushion and wide.
And the masseur was accomplished and delivered an excellent massage, therapeutic, sensual and erotic in turn keeping me on the edge for almost the entire time.
I would almost be afraid of returning again in case it didn't live up the today's experience!
Highly recommended
 
 
 
 

I can't speak for the hetero side of Pattaya, but "hazy" is too kind for the gay side. A new bar called Classic has taken over the former Cupidol premises, and stocked itself with about 15 fem twinks. Not a single customer inside. The mamasan could barely speak four sentencces of English. S/he was unable to understand a word of what I said, and to everything I tried to say (as simply as possible), the response was "What number you like?" I was out of there in ten minutes having performed my charitiable act for the month.
Meanwhile at X-Boys, the off fee has gone up to 800 baht. I thought I had misheard the first time, so I asked a second mamasan and sure enough, she typed "800" on her phone to show me (the music was too loud for speech). At least I made a point to find out - not that I had my eye on any of the boys, all too scrawny and tattooed for my taste. The poor guy to my right later had an argument with the manager over the off fee when he was surprised by the amount being added to his tab. He then said sorry to the boy who had put on his streetclothes, and left the bar alone.
You call that "hazy" or "suicidal"?

Hallo, i am a new member and I hope I don't make my first mistake introducing myself here. I'm Italian, 64, just retired and willing to travel a lot from now on. I know very well many european cities but I've never been to Asia, for example, and it will be my next destination as soon as possible. I prefer very masculine types and I don't like too much to use apps like grindr. Streets and bars are always the best! Excuse me for my bad English and ciao to everybody.

Around 30 years ago, when I was much, much younger, and Pattaya was a gay paradise, my friend and I had nowhere to sit in a bar in Boyztown - was it Throb? too long ago to be sure. We had to share a table with a guy (he was alone) who didn't mind at all. In fact he probably welcomed the company and the opportunity to make conversation. I remember this incident even though it was the last century because it was the first time I had ever met someone with a foot fetish. For the better part of the time in that bar, he went on and on, and my friend and I had little to say in response.
Looking back, I should be grateful to him. He opened my then-younger eyes to the fact that all of us have wildly different tastes. Sure, growing up gay, we sort-of know that. Most of my college friends liked pussy, but the very thought of it freaked me out. However, the flip side of that sense of exclusion from the straight fellowship was to seek identity in the gay minority, yet in doing so, I must have somehow assumed that if they're gay like me, their erotic desires must therefore be similar to mine.
How wrong I was. I am sure most posters here, in their life journeys, have come to same conclusion, each of us via our individaul learning journeys, though mine was unusual in having been through a baptism of a foot monologue.
One of the most fascinating things about this board is that, in the course of members either describing their trip reports or asking questions about what to expect in places they're planning to visit, between the lines in the posts one can sense what their erotic desires are. Having had my eyes opened years ago, I've been watching this space, so to speak, and now may be a good time to throw in some ideas about what I have observed.
(I am also nervous about opening this topic because it can get controversial.)
Here I am not referring to the appeal of physique, you know, the twink-lovers, hunk-lovers, chubby chasers, etc.
There are different ways to look at desire. The first cut I can think of - and the categories are not meant to be exclusive, in fact, there is likely to be a continuum of tastes - goes like this:
1. Those who give more weight to the visual
2. Those who give more weight to the tactile
3. Those looking for a boyfriend experience (the connection of personality)
I see Group (1) among the posters whose focus lie in how the boy looks - whether he be twink or twunk or hunk or whatever. This is the market for Moonlight's models, with people ready to pay remium pricing because the guys look a certain way. I also see Group (1) in those posters who've clearly asked for information about satisfying their body worship desires, as well as in those who describe themselves as choosy about a certain "type" of partner.
The visual leaves me relatively cold, which also correlates with the fact that I don't have a specific "type" that I am looking for. Instead, I see myself as a Group (2) where the tactile pleasure is more important than the visual.In other words, it doesn't really matter what the sex worker looks like; I want the delirium of hands on body or body pressing body. Members here may have noticed that I write a lot more about massage than about offing gogo boys, for example.
Then there are posters here who ask for information about overnights or about going off to an island for a few days with someone (even temporarily) special. I call them Group (3). The boyfriend experience (even if fleeting) is at the centre of desire.
Yet another way to slice the pie is like this:
4. Genital focussed sex
5. Warm-body sex
Especially on the Latin America forum, many trip reports spotlight either insertive sex or the size of the appendage. There is hardly any description of the body that the cock is joined to. Here and there in the Thailand forum, whenever a boy is mentioned (e.g. because he was advertised on a massage site) the question is quickly Top or Bottom? I may be wrong (since I don't belong to this Group (4) but at least in my imagination, the sex that takes place has a greater emphasis on penetration (one direction or the other).
I am Group (5). The size of the appendage has rarely mattered to me (unless it's been disfigured by silicone). I have had great time swith guys (paid and unpaid) who might not have been more than 10 cm (not that I measured). Instead it's the full-body "wrestling" that's been important. As a result, those (usually straight) boys whose idea of servicing a customer is either to stand beside the bed and give a handjob or move into a penetrative position as a matter of course, have always left me utterly frustrated.
Are there other categories that others have observed?

From The Nation 
Giant retail chain Big C is pushing its flagship branch — Big C Rajdamri — in the heart of Bangkok to be Thailand’s No. 1 shopping destination for tourists.
The superstore in Pathumwan district features local brand products that make perfect souvenirs in representing Thailand’s charms and uniqueness to global audiences.
Located in the heart of the city, opposite CentralWorld shopping mall and near the famous Erawan Shrine, Big C Rajdamri has gained a reputation among foreign tourists as a shopping landmark that offers Thai products and delicacies at affordable prices under one roof.
The popularity of Big C Rajdamri has prompted the company to plan the launch of five new “tourist stores” in primary and secondary tourist cities across Thailand, for example, Pattaya, Phuket and Chiang Mai, with each location focusing on products that carry geographical indication (GI) of its respective province.