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I can see terry's point here and prefer to use the term "guy" as I'm aware of the negative connotations of "boy" in certain contexts, usually ones dealing with sex. But I sometimes use it when talking about "gogo boys." These days all gogo boys have to be over 18 (of is it 20?) and everyone here is probably well aware of that. At the end of the day I am not posting to a general audience - I am posting to a specific group of people who understand that "boy" does not mean underage. As such, I couldn't give a fuck about what Christian groups think - my posts are not aimed at them. I'm also not writing for the African American community. If they find "boy" offensive then perhaps it should be removed entirely from the English language. But then, "girl" would have to go, too. We could substitute "guy" for "boy" but then we would have to accept awkward terms such as "gogo guy", "guyfriend", "playguy" etc. And we would then have to start using terms like "womanfriend." And cougars talking about their "toy guys" sounds weird. Given the context in which we are using the word, I don't think it's a big issue.

I had a hankering for the manly Shan guys at Adams Apple and decided it was time to go back again and check it out. I've seen so the tourist sites. I have been there on previous holidays and find that the line-up hadn't changed much. But this time, apart from Korn and Ball, I didn't recognise anyone. So I had to build up relationships all over again, and that takes time. The boys tend to be a bit stand-offish at first. It takes a while for them to approach you and start a conversation. Thank God for Win! When he first appeared in stage he was the only one who looked straight at me and have me a huge smile. He chatted to me every night and I enjoyed his attention. It got better the second night and more boys acknowledged me. If I had stayed longer in Chiang Mai, I think I probably would have gotten to know more of them and has a more interesting time there. BTW, my first ever encounter with a Thai guy happened in Chiang Mai back in the nineties. The rest is history!

I arrived in Sunee at 8:30 and entered the Goodboys soi. I had a quick look at the guys but couldn't see anyone I recognised, so continued on. I was definitely planning to go there but thought I'd wait until a few more guys had arrived. As I approached the Sky bar I heard my name being called. Who should walk out of the bar but my old ladyboy friend Ton -ex-Eros, ex-All of Me 1, ex-All of Me 2 and ex-God knows how many other establishments in Sunee. He's been selling his arse there for years. He rushed out and hugged me. We started talking about the guys who have since disappeared from the bars. I was stunned to hear that one guy -a good friend of his -I had spent a lot of time with was gay. All these years I had no idea. I asked him what he knew about the guys at Goodboys. As expected, he knew everything! I asked him which guy had a big cock and he immediately pointed to a slim, handsome guy. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I know. Sure! He big cock!" Ton has never been wrong in the past, so I took his suggestion and approached the guy. Wow! Very attractive indeed! We went inside and sat behind the screen. I wasn't sure how this was going to turn out as he seemed a little shy; so much so that I hesitated asking him of I could chuck-wow him. But it was no good just sitting there, as conversation was difficult due to the language barrier. So I popped the question. He went and got his phone, sat down again and pulled down his pants, revealing a very impressive appendage. An Issan boy, for sure! I had a bit of trouble chuck-wowing him at first, as he had a very tight foreskin and it was a little painful. So he took matters into his own hands and showed me how to do it. I kept going, waiting for the grand finale. "I cum already." "Really? You cum? Where?" I never saw a cumshot. But he did actually finish, but he could only produce one of two drops. The young guys these days have porn at their fingertips so God only knows how many times a day some of them cum. This guy must have been at it all day. He's a really lovely guy and I would certainly like to see him again. But the best time to catch him would probably be just after he has woken up in the morning! By the time I get to him, he is well and truly spent. I then went to Niceboys. I immediately looked for number 5, supposedly the biggest cock in the bar. It didn't take long to spot him, as he was flopping it out and waving it around. My God, it's huge! He smiled and signalled that he wanted to come over. I was just planning on a quick feel but he immediately asked for a chuck-wow. He grabbed his phone and if we went. It took ages for him to get hard but with the help of porn he managed to get reasonably hard. His cumshot was magnificent! It's been a while since I saw such power. So the big cummers are still out there; you just have to find them. After we had finished he went to clean up then came back. I bought him a drink and we sat for a while. He is also a really nice, friendly guy. He was watching Japanese porn and told me he wanted to fuck a pretty Japanese girl like the one in the video. I had to break the bad news to him - if they saw his cock they'd run a mile. They will not hesitate to refuse a guy they think is too big. I don't think he's the biggest in the bar. Number 30 pips him at the post, at least in length. He came over and shoved it in my face, asking for a chuck-wow, but my arm was not up to it. I got back to the hotel to meet my friend. Sporting a new short hair style and dressed in black, he looked stunning. As usual, his performance was outstanding and he produced the second huge cumshot of the night. It had me wondering. Why on earth did I go to Chiang Mai??

I got to Classic House right on time and there was Cha, dutifully waiting for me. I cut the massage short as I was anxious for the fun to begin. Mind you, he gives an excellent massage. We were in the final stage -the chuck-wow. Suddenly, he asked if he could fuck me again! What?? I declined the invitation, one that I'd normally take up. But I was a bit sore after the pounding he gave me ; he has one of those Issan cocks, (although he probably has never been anywhere near Issan. Maybe it's a north Thailand thing.) Besides, I was really enjoying working on him, even though my arm was about to fall off. I can thoroughly recommend him if you want a handsome, manly guy with a big, hard, fat cock who is very enthusiastic, especially when you get to the sex part.. There are two Cha's you can cha-cha with - I've never seen the other one but my guy is on the short side and I don't recall seeing any tattoos. Then again, I didn't really look. He refers to himself as "tea." so if you say "I want Mr Cha. Mr tea," you'll get the right one. He's a winner. I offed Win again last night and had a repeat of the sterling performance from the previous night. What a find! So, that was Chiang Mai. I think it was worth the visit. There's plenty is sex available but unlike Pattaya, it takes a bit of effort. You have to actively look for it if you decide to go somewhere else other than Adams Apple. The Orion bar had some very attractive freelancers, so you could always drop in there to see who is available. Often it's all about luck. I knew Korn would be there but it was only by chance that I chose Cha on that first visit. For all I knew he could have been a dud. And of course, finding Win was the other stroke of luck. I only had one disappointing encounter and that was with another guy at Classic when Cha wasn't available. I still have a bit of a laugh when I think that I spent an hour in a small room with a naked guy but barely caught a glimpse of his body, let alone his equipment, for the first 50 minutes! It takes a rare talent to be able to keep well away from somebody in such a confined space! The Lotus Hotel was fine, apart from the very poor WiFi. Last night I struggled to get a connection and in the end, just gave up. In order to book my ticket I had to go to a restaurant and use their WiFi. My intention was to email my e-ticket to reception and get them to print it off. But they don't have a printer! The receptionist went next door to the owner to use his printer but there was a problem and it couldn't be done. I had to go to 3 internet cafes before I found one with a working printer. My room was very spacious and had a balcony. It appears to have been recently renovated, wih a "wooden" floor and fresh paint on the walls. Great air-conditioning, too. There is no guarantee that any of those the guys will be working, should I decide to come back again. And I hate relying on luck. So I'll probably not be back. I've just arrived in Pattaya. ................................................ A warning about booking flights, etc if you have a phone with a small screen. I got to the airport check-in and handed over my e-ticket. I stood at the counter, waiting for her to check me in. It was taking a long time - there seemed to be a problem. There was - she couldn't find my booking. She looked at the ticket again. "Sorry sir, but this ticket for 27 December. Now only September." So I had to go to the counter to change my flight. It cost 500 baht. This is the second time I've clicked on the wrong date. Last time it cost me a lot more than 500 baht! So I'll stick to the ipad from now on.

I put the previous day's bad experience behind me - it was a new day and things had to get better. I got to Classic House just before 5, going that my masseur, Cha, would be waiting for me, although I expected the worse. The power was out in some parts of the building and the reception area was in darkness. I saw a guy lurking near me. "Sorry. Not today. I'm looking for Cha. Maybe tomorrow.." "I'm Cha." Oops! The light and, more importantly, the fan, was not working. He solved the problem of the light by opening the curtains but the room was stifling. Just as I was about to suggest we wait, the power came back on again and we got down to business. What I particulate like about this guy is that he doesn't rush things. After we've finished he starts the massage again - we go well over the hour. And he places himself strategically so I can play with his cock some more. I love the feel of a flaccid cock! As I made my way to Thapae Gate I noticed there was some Buddhist ceremony about to start. I hadn't eaten all day and was starving. But I decided I'd enjoy a feast for the eyes instead. Food could wait. The drummer boys and marchers were wearing what appeared to be very short, tight shorts, exposing a lot of flesh. Were they really shorts? I needed to get up very close, as you do. They turned out to be some kind of loincloth, stretched tight across the arse. One boys caught me ogling a guy's butt and gave me a huge smile and then turned around so I could admire his. Lol Don't you just love Thailand? In any other country you'd probably get your head kicked in. At the suggestion of a forum member I went to Orion bar. He promised he'd call in some guys for a game of pool and that he'd introduce them to me, which he did. Every guy was attractive and, being freelancers, we're offable. Two guys were stunning and I couldn't keep my eyes off them. I sat with a staff member who I'd sat with briefly on my last visit a few years ago. He was delighted that I had remembered his name and that he was from Laos. We sat and chatted at the bar and I bought him a few drinks. He's a really lovely guy. But I had to go back to the hotel to get some more money and was then planning to go to Circle Pub to look for the cutie from the previous night. But I first decided to do into Adams and take a quick look. What a difference a night makes! The place was jumping and they had a lot of customers. As opposed to the other night, some of the boys were actually sitting with them. Mr Cutie spotted me, came rushing over and put his arms around me. OMG, he's just adorable! Always happy, always smiling and always very affectionate. And like all the other guys I've met there he never asks for a drink or an off. So, what will I do? Had over to Circle Pub, or take Win? Decisions, decisions. What if I took him and discovered he had a4 inch cock? He'd be a bit useless. Then again, who knows? Maybe the guy at Circle Pub is also less endowered. Either way, I'm taking a chance. So I offed him. At the end of the day, it's be quite happy just lying together naked in bed enjoying his affection. On the way to the hotel we dropped into the grubby little shop next to the hotel and got some beer and some snacks. We sat on the bed drinking and chatting for quite some time and then went out onto the balcony, where he saw the pool below. He suggested we go for a swim - a skinny dip, as there was noone around at that time - but unfortunately, a staff member re-arranging the sunbeds told us the pool was closed and promptly turned off the lights. So we went back inside and he suggested we shower - together! Sure. No probrem. He went in and I followed a minute later. The moment of truth had arrived. I opened the shower door and there he was, cock pointing towards the ceiling. And I need not have worried - he wasn't particularly small at all! A perfectly respectable size. He got very affectionate in the shower, rubbing our cocks together while kissing and hugging me. I didn't see him take any condoms from the bar so I figured we would just chuck-wow, but he opened his little bag and out came two condoms and some KY. After a lot of foreplay he put on a condom and the main event began. OMG! What a performer! He is a real tiger in bed! First this way, now sideways, then doggy, back to missionary. And he was showering me with kisses on the lips. His finish was quite spectacular. After we'd finished he didn't rush off -we lay in bed chatting again. I had the best time! I'll be offing him again tonight.

If you are too shy to ask him, you could have asked for his phone number. If he gave it to you it means he's available to meet up.

Yesterday was one of those days best forgotten - everything that could go wrong did. I arrived at Classic House massage at the appointed time for another round with the gorgeous masseur from the previous day. I expected him to be waiting - silly old me - but he was nowhere to be seen. "He upstairs with customer. Can you wait? Only 30 minutes." Thirty minutes?? That means he's just starting the fun part of the massage. He'd be useless. So I took the manager's suggestion and decided to choose someone else. I sat down inside and was presented with the line-up of around 10 guys. I hate this. It's so embarrassing for me and the guys must find it a bit humiliating. So I had a quick look and chose the one and only handsome guy with the beautiful smile. With everyone standing around I couldn't bring myself to ask what the guy would do in the room. I went to the reception counter and quietly asked if his cock was "original." I was assured it was. In an even lower voice I asked if the guy could fuck me. So he called out to the guy in a loud voice, in front of everyone, asking him in Thai is he would fuck me! How embarrassing! The massage was basically the same as the previous day - they must have a set routine. It started off with him going straight to the buttcrack. I didn't know if he'd removed his shorts but soon find out when he placed his balls on my foot. Yep, he was definitely naked! When he got to the shoulder massage he sat beside me and I got my first look at his equipment. Although it was quite dark I could see that it wasn't huge, but more than adequate. I took it as an invitation to go for the grope so I cupped his balls in my hand. With that he immediately gave up on my shoulder, removed my hand and started massaging it. So, groping is out. Keep your hand off it. That was the clear message. Oh, dear! This is not looking good. In my experience at massage places, the guy is usually hard when he asks you to turn over on your back, but not this guy. There it was, dangling in the dark. I was also unhappy that it was too dark to see his handsome face. Also, the massage took place in absolute silence. I tried to engage him in conversation but only got cursory replies. I wondered if I should just call and end to it all and chalk it up to experience. Suddenly, he started playing with himself, got hard and put on a condom. At last! All was not lost. Without a word he slipped it in and off he went. The whole affair was very mechanical and emotionless. He banged away for quite a while until I decided to end it and start the chuck-wow. He lay beside me and for the first time I actually got to see his cock close up. Mmmm...not bad. Shame I had to wait 50 minutes. He came quicky, finished me off and that was it. And barely a word had been spoken the entire time. It was an eerie experience. Was this the same guy I'd found so attractive an hour earlier? The one who had looked so eager? And does he have a personality? As I was putting my shoes on, my guy from the other day came and sat with me. He apologised for taking another customer instead of waiting for me. I assured him it was all good. Business is business and I wouldn't be the first farang to promise to come back tomorrow but not show up. So I would have done the same. A bird in the hand, so to speak. If I tell someone I'm going to do something, I do it. No ifs or buts. I'll be there at the appointed time come hell or high water. (On one occasion in Pattaya I'd broken my foot but still managed to hobble over to Sunee from Boyztown, as I'd promised to meet up with Tom from All of Me.) But, of course, he wasn't to know that. No harm done. I told him I'd be back at 5pm today. I decided to head off to Adams Apple after 9:30, as I didn't want to be the only customer in the bar. But I was. When I walked in three guys were lying on the sofas playing with their phones and a couple were standing around. Where's Korn?? Are these the only guys who have turned up for work? Things were supposed to start at 9:30 but the place was dead. Then one other customer walked in and sat in front of me. Thank God! I ordered a drink and sat on the sofa waiting for things to happen. I then went downstairs to the smoking room and saw three guys, including the very attractive Mr T, sitting there chatting. He is absolutely covered in tattoos which he proudly showed off to me. The other two guys ignored me, engrossed in their phones. I went back to my seat, only to find the other customer sitting with his arm around a guy. OMG! He was sitting with Korn! Well, that's the end of that. And it was. They sat together the entire time I was there and the customer was obviously a regular in the bar. Korn came over for a quick chat and told me the guy was his friend and that he'd be sitting with him tonight. I assured him it wasn't a problem. As I said, business is business. Grab it while you can. I had my eye on Ball. We'd gotten up close and personal at the bar the previous night but tonight, apart from acknowledging my presence with a smile he didn't come near me. Maybe he was miffed that I'd offed Korn instead of him. Who knows? Adams Apple reminds me a lot of Golden Cock, where the boys prefer to socialise with each other rather than actively engage with the customers. It's a kind of boys club. You have to turn up regularly over a period of time before you actually get to know the guys and they feel comfortable with you. The three other customers were also left sitting alone. Enough! This is ridiculous! So instead of waiting for the show to end I decided to wander over the Circle Pub. I have only been there once and was the only customer so I didn't have high hopes, especially as it was Monday night. I brushed past a group of guys gathered at the entrance and went inside, only to find they actually had customers! Lots of them! I was seated right at the front, next to a large group of young, hot Chinese guys. The guy sitting just a chair away from me was absolutely gorgeous! He'd been drinking and was fooling around, at one stage kneeling on the chair pretending to invitie his friends to fuck him doggy style. And they're was one other stunner who I managed to get glimpses of every now and then. Finally, I'm getting some joy. I felt a stirring down below. The show began at 11:30 - enough time for a cigarette, so I went outside and stood near the group of guys. I. had a quick look at the talent and managed to spot one very, very cute guy so went and stood a metre or so away from him. Within seconds he came over and started talking. I didn't know if he was a customer of a waiter - it turns out he was the latter, as were all the other guys. How come they're not inside working? At first I actually thought he was a schoolboy, dressed as he was in black trousers, white shirt and tie. He told me they were all drinking and showed me a the little cup he was holding and pointing to a bottle of cheap Thai whisky. He offered me a drink and insisted when I politely refused. I took one sniff and almost passed out from the fumes! He said I had to down it in one go so I held my nose and swallowed it. OMG! This is what you get from a 100 baht bottle of cheap grog. A got a round of applause and, more importantly, a little cuddle and a huge smile from the cutie. Heaven! It was worth it afterall. And I think I've found my off for the night! Inside for the show. It soon became apparent that I should have stayed outside. Apart from one disastrous show at Eros, where even the boys were laughing with embarrassment, this had to be the worst show I've ever seen. Truly appalling. I'd heard that their show featured a bit of cock but I barely saw any skin, let alone cock. The first act was three guys dancing fully clothed. Then the 7 gogo boys walked onto the stage, then quickly off into the darkness. This was followed by a hot stripper, dancing around to raunchy music. Now you're talking! But it's the first strip show I've ever seen where the stripper didn't remove his clothes, unless you call unzipping your jeans to show a wisp of pubic hair "stripping." A ladyboy then appeared singing in Chinese - appropriate, given the make up of the audience. But horror of horrors, she had her tits out! What on earth is the management thinking? Do they really believe that gays want to see tits? Do they have a big cock show in lesbian bars?? Sheer madness. So I turned my attention to the hot Chinese guy and suddenly realised I'd see more skin with him than in the entire show -he was wearing a singlet and a pair of shorts. Another "stripper" came out, sat on a chair and rubbed his chest with a towel. He didn't even bother to unzip his jeans. What a fucking joke! I hung in until the end of the show - you live in hope - and then went outside. The guys were still there but by now the cutie was quite drunk. He insisted that he'd only had 5 drinks, but that is what he'd told me at the beginning. To my utter delight he was now very touchy-feely, hugging me and kissing me on the cheek. I happily reciprocated. By now the bottle was empty and he asked me if I could buy another bottle. Sure. No probrem. So I handed him 100 baht and was rewarded with even more affection. I felt another stirring down below. He was after an off. He grabbed his crotch and told me that he only gets hard when he's drunk; he can't get it up when he's sober. Yeah, right! Suddenly, I had a bit of a panic attack. How was this guy getting home? Not on a motorcycle, surely. I was horrified when he told me he was. What have I done? I'd just given him money to buy another bottle. Why hadn't I thought about that beforehand? I felt terrible. What do I do? I can hardly ask for the money back, so I offered him 200 baht for a tuk-tuk but he refused to take it, insisting he was fine. I hope his friends had the sense not to let him ride home. If last night was any indication, I think I might give Adams Apple a miss tonight and see if I can catch the cutie before he starts drinking. If not, then I'll be happy to leave Chiang Mai. I have my friend waiting for me in Pattaya on Thursday.

No, I haven't been to a Thai sauna but I've been to a some in Europe, 24 Kaikan in Japan, Otot -Otot in KL a few times and also to the sauna at Arthur and Paul Hotel in Phnom Pehn. The only times I recall getting free sex were once in Japan and twice at Arthur and Paul's sauna, One guy took me into a room where I fucked him, and the other guy I met in the steam room, although I don't think he was particularly into older guys. I just remember seeing him at the pool wandering around all afternoon with a hard-on and the reason he approached me was no doubt because he was just so horny and needed to get off. The self-esteem of some of us older guys sometimes takes a bit of a battering as we are no longer considered attractive, so I'd certainly welcome such an approach. But I never go into a sauna expecting it. And in some ways, the commercial side of things is an end in itself. I know how to play the game and enjoy doing so. And it is through commercial sex that I've met some wonderful guys who have become regulars. With them it is more than just sex - we hang out together and have gotten to know each other well. Somehow I don't think the same relationship could develop so easily with a guy I met in a sauna.

I'm a realist. I know there's no way the boys will find me sexually attractive so I don't care how they get it up, as long as they can satisfy me in bed. I actually think it would be harder for a gay guy to have sex with an old farang, as we gays tend to place a lot of emphasis on appearance, more so than straight guys imho. Looking at me would be a turn-off, I would think. I'm not being harsh on myself; I'm just facing facts. I can choose a guy who is attractive to me but the working boy doesn't have that option. To be honest I think being a money boy catering to old farang would be a horrible job. Maybe subconsciously that is why I tend to pay a bit more then the going rate. Apart from the time we get embarrassing hard-on for no apparent reason - the bane of every teenager - we need sexual stimulation to get it up. Yet these guys can get hard when they're is a total absence of sexual excitement. Amazing! That's a talent worth paying for. Having said that, the guys do get sexual pleasure from the encounter, as they can pretend they are having sex with a beautiful girl or a hot young guy. Also, they get to cum, and that's always pleasurable. I have certain types that I find physically attractive so in a massage place I just use this criteria. If the guy I chose happens to enjoy sex with older guys, that's ok and would probably make for fun times but that would have no bearing whatsoever on who I chose.

Yesterday I decided to try Classic House massage again. On previous occasions I've been disappointed with the number of boys with silicone and mooks, so I lingered outside in the soi wondering whether or not I should take the plunge and enter. As usual my cock made the decision for me. As I sat down to remove my shoes a very handsome hunk of a guy came and sat next to me. He flashed me that smile and I was smitten. He's mine! But before choosing him I made my requirements known to the manager who suddenly appeared holding the menu. I told him I was looking for a guy who could top of bottom - these days it doesn't matter - big cock, no silicone and no mooks. I learnt over and quietly and him if the guy next to me fitted the bill. "Sure. No probrem. He good for you." The room upstairs is very basic - just a mattress on the floor. But that's ok, as I'm not there for the decor. The room was nice and bright, which suits me as there is nothing worse than a massage in the dark, although I can understand why the boys might prefer it that way! He removed his briefs and off we went. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to Lol at the goods as I was face-down on my stomach. I just hope the manager was truthful. Most of the time was spend on, and between, my buttcheeks. At one stage I thought he was going to insert a finger. But he didn't. Half an hour had passed and I was getting a bit anxious. Usually by that time the masseur has rubbed his hard-on on my butt. Am I only going to get a hand job?? Suddenly I felt it against my back as he sat on me to massage my shoulders. He then quickly put it between my legs and started thrusting. Hallelujah! When I turned over his cock was just inches from my face. It wasn't huge, but more than adequate for the task. He obviously wanted me to samoke him and I happily obliged. It was like an iron bar. I never cease to be amazed at how the guys are able to get so hard when faced with someone for whom they have no physical attraction at all. Incredible. Time for the main event. And he was wonderful! After banging away relentlessly he collapsed on top of me with exhaustion. I thought that was it but he then asked me if I wanted more. Is the Pope a catholic? So he turned me over and off he went again, doggy style. Chuck-wow time. There was no spectacular cumshot, but he produced a veritable tsunami of cum. "I not cum for three days." "Three days or three months?" Jesus! I'll be seeing him today. I arrived at Adams Apple just as the guys were appearing on stage. There were a couple of guys I hadn't seen before, including a rather young -looking Mr M. He was obviously new to the game as he looked very self-conscious and a little awkward, not really knowing exactly what to do. The manager told me it was his first night, so he was understandably nervous. Mr Cutie from Myanmar came over immediately and gave me a hug and some of the other guys who ignored me the previous night also came over to say hello. Having offed Korn I guess they knew I was not just there to look. Towards the end of the night Mr Cutie came over and got up close and personal. He was drunk so now was my time to grope down below to get some idea of his assets. But that didn't seem to be the right thing to do. And besides, it's not that kind of bar. One guy, Ball, who I had admired in the big cock show came and sat with me. What a lovely guy! I think I might off him tonight. Everything was going well up until the manager appeared with a huge bottle of whisky. I wondered why all the boys had suddenly broken out into applause - it was for them. Oh, dear. This is probably not going to end well. By the end of the evening none of the boys will be able to perform. I had visions of Eros when the boys get drunk after a customer has opened a bottle and they all end up sound asleep on the sofa. But to their credit, most of the guys drank responsibly and only two ended up on the sofa. Mr Cutie overdid it a bit, as he was playing drinking games with a couple of the boys of the sofa in front of me. He would have definitely been out of action. But at the end of the day, these are all young guys who love to party - didn't we all at that age? So I don't blame them. And Korn was only mildly affected and was still able to perform. So it looks like I've been able to establish my routine in just 2 days - a massage at Classic and later, Adams Apple.

The guy in reception called it 'Uber" but I don't know what it is. Doesn't matter ; the service was impeccable.

I'm at the Lotus Hotel. It's right across from Adams Apple. I was surprised to see that they now have a pool. God knows why they bothered as every time I've stayed here it has had very few guests. I'm obviously here in the low season. The guy at reception is very friendly and helpful. When he calls me an Uber he rushes out into the street to look for them. He's gay but unfortunately, not my type. But as a hotel receptionist, he's perfect. The only downside is that reception closes at 1am, although I'd you call them they'll open the door for you. But I don't like going out with my phone. Still, after my late night fun with Korn I'm in no mood to go out. The room is very spacious and has a large, comfortable bed. Water pressure in the shower is a bit weak, but other than that I'm very satisfied with the the hotel. My room has a balcony overlooking the pool. The off fee is 400 baht. The tip for short time is similar to what you pay in Pattaya. But you can always top it up a bit, as I do.

I arrived in Chiang Mai around 11 am and was anxious to get to my hotel quickly and take a quick nap. But as I feared, my airport pick-up from the hotel wasn't there. I waited around 30 minutes and then decided to just take a taxi. This is the second time the hotel has forgotten, even though I emailed them the day before to remind them. I didn't have time to sleep as I needed to head over to the Downunder bar near the river to watch the Australian football preliminary final, which featured my home team. As usual I couldn't find a tuk-tuk so returned to the hotel to see if they could arrange transport. "No problem. I call Uber." And 15 minutes and 93 baht later I was sitting in the bar. My team absolutely smashed the opposition - a fitting birthday gift! Then back to the hotel to sleep. When I finally woke up it was time for dinner, but the problem with being out on the edge of town is the lack of restaurants, so I ended up having to go to 7/11 to find something to eat. It was now 9 pm. Time for a quick shower and then to walk across the street to Adams Apple. There were already a few customers sitting on the sofas, drinking. Most of the boys were still dressed and hanging around the bar eating and chatting. I had a quick look to see if I could find a familiar face but to no avail - they were all new. Then I spotted him! It was my old mate Korn! He was sitting at one of the tables slurping noodles. I finally caught his eye, but he looked straight through me and went back to his dinner. But suddenly he looked up again and after a few seconds racking his brain he flashed me a huge smile. He remembered me! So over he came and we started chatting. He then went off to get changed into his "working" clothes so I could admire his beautiful body. He still works out every day and has his six-pack. I put my arm around him and we had a bit of a cuddle. But as far as affection goes, that's basically it - just a cuddle. He's 100% straight. He went off to join the others on stage, which gave me a chance to take a good look at the guys. As expected, they are all manly types, although a couple appeared a little gay in the way they walked around. Who knows? They certainly wouldn't be telling anybody in a bar like Adams Apple. There were about 20 boys in the rotation, most of them very attractive. The bar star is undoubtedly a guy called Mix. He has a gorgeous face, swimmer's body and a huge package. The perfect mix! Unfortunately, he seems to know it and came across as a little arrogant. He tended to ignore the customers and spent a lot of time looking in the mirror. Hopefully, I have misjudged him. I took a seat at the bar, which allowed me to get up up close and personal with the boys who squeezed past me, between the bar and one of the sofas. As they did, they'd stop and say hello and put their hand on my knee. It's the best way to meet the guys. Some sat beside me for a quick chat. The show began at 10:30. The tigerman show, the batman show, the spiderman show, the policeman show, etc, etc. Basically, it was just a thinly disguised big cock show. Korn came out as the policeman. Oh, that cock! It's magnificent! He then stepped down from the stage and walked among the crowd, soliciting tips. He made an absolute fortune, as by now the bar was packed with customers - half Asian and half farang. He came up to me and stuck his cock up my shorts. "You come with me tonight?" "Sure!" A cute guy from Myanmar then came and sat with me. He was all smiles and very touchy-feely. I was in heaven as I put my arm around him and felt his soft, smooth skin. It was like satin. So I pencilled him in. At that moment Spiderman was on stage displaying his substantial assets. The boy turned to me and asked :" You like big cock?" "Umm...yes. " "I not big. I small." Oh..... And with that I immediately pencilled him out. Never mind. As Korn and I left, I gave him a big tip and thanked him. Korn is a "you cum, I go" type of guy but that's ok, as I knew that already. As soon as we got into the room he stripped off and stood in front of me so I could admire him as I sat on the end of the bed. Yep, this is the cock I remember so well! We showered separately - although we could have showered together - and when I came out he was on the bed with his appendage pointing towards the ceiling. I spent some time working on it as he lay there with his eyes closed and then we got down to business. I asked him to go slowly, as even now a big cock is still a little intimidating. So he took his time, asking me if I was ok. He pounded away for a while and then changed positions where we were both lying on our side. He was banging away with his eyes closed, no doubt imagining he was screwing his wife. Lol Back to the missionary position for the finale. He asked if he could cum on my stomach but I told him I wanted my usual finish - a chuck-wow. I recalled some of his rather spectacular cumshots in the past but that was not to be. Never mind. After he finished me off, he cleaned up, got changed and was gone. We promised a repeat performance tonight. Soft drinks 200 baht, beer 280.

In the early days, before I found my special friend in Pattaya I used to get bored in the afternoon. I'd go to the beach in the afternoon to check out the hot guys, but they disappeared quite a while ago. So I started spending a lot of time in Royal Garden and then moved to Central Festival as soon as it opened. But there's only so many things to look at and buy so that got boring, too. These days I wake up at lunchtime, surf the net, read the forums and type up my reports. By the time I've finished, my guy turns up and we spend the afternoon together. We then go out for dinner, usually at Central Festival, and then drop into Starbucks for an hour on so of chatting. Then, back to the hotel for round two, followed by some more chitchat and watching TV. He usually leaves around 2am. So most of my waking hours are spent with him. No time to get bored!

I do that, too! Lol

I'll be arriving in Chiang Mai this Saturday, so I look forward to your reports.

These days people just LOVE to be offended. Calling someone a "racist" appears to be the most common "outrage." It makes them feel morally superior. As with many things these days, social media has a lot to answer for. People look for something at which to take offense, make comments protesting their outrage and then sit back and count the number of "likes" they get. Life for them is nothing more than the total number of "likes" they can get.

The success of Nice Boys demonstrates that they've got the business model right. Give the customers what they want and they'll turn up in droves. Give the boys an opportunity to make an money money for very little effort and they'll also turn up every night. It's a win win situation. Sunee may go down the toilet but Nice Boys will definitely be the last man standing! They appear to be the only bar attracting customers in large numbers, even during low season.

All good, Vinapu. I just took your comment the wrong way. It's difficult to get a room at A&P, which suggests market forces are at work so they can charge what they like. I used to pay $US120 per night so they've raised their prices quite a bit. But still cheap compared to hotels of a similar standard elsewhere. The owner told me I was the first Australian to stay there. Apparently, he advertises a lot in Europe and that's where most of his clientele come from. Last time I was there he was adding more rooms upstairs to keep up with demand. I've only ever eaten breakfast there but they serve dinner every night. Given that many of the guests are French and only want to eat French food, he employs a proper chef. A&P is not for everyone. If you find in -your -face nudity a bit too much, then best stay at the Rambutan next door. You can always visit later in the afternoon and use their pool and sauna facilities when the local boys turn up. I think they charge $5 entry. The hotel is a bit out of town but is only a 5 minute tuk-tuk ride away from Hatha Massage, the scene of so much fun for me. That's where I met Mr Bubblebutt ; I wrote about him extensively in my reports. (I wonder if he ever got his Honda?) I'm a creature of habit and if I find a routine that suits me, I tend to just stick with that every day. I'd get up rather late, eat breakfast on the balcony overlooking the pool, hang around the pool in the afternoon hoping to see some hot young guys, and then around 6pm I'd grab my favourite tuk-tuk driver from outside the hotel and head over to Hatha. I'd pay him $2. He would then come back an hour later, pick me up and take me to the riverside for $3 where I'd have dinner before then heading over to Space Bar for a night of drinking and groping. The guys there were very willing indeed! Now that the topic of A&P has been raised I think I might head back to Phnom Pehn again. But only if I can get a room there.

Paborn wrote: "If it meets your wants and those wants are not met elsewhere in that town then you've, actually. got a good price." My thoughts, exactly!

I wrote about it in a Phnom Pehn report posted on the SGT forum the day after it happened! See post #8. https://sawatdeenetwork.com/v4/showthread.php?16755-Phnom-Penh-report&highlight=Phnom+Pehn+report It was still being talked about by the manager on my last visit. Vinapu, it saddens me that a long -standing member such as yourself would accuse me of telling lies. I find that offensive. I only ever write it as it is.

Not much in the bars around Boyztown, either. Kawaii Boys were anything but! And many of the guys in Boyzboyzboyz don't fit that description either.

I absolutely LOVE Arthur & Paul!! I've stayed there on numerous occasions and it's one of my my favourite hotels in S.E. Asia. The rooms are extra chic, they are cleaned every day by three guys (!), the owner is very attentive, the bed is probably the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in at a hotel and the eggs Benedict for breakfast are to die for. And there's fun to be had around the beautiful pool and in the sauna. I once even saw two hot guys having full-on sex on the sun lounge by the pool! In any other hotel I would have been horrified, but at A&P it didn't really bother me at all, and noone batted an eyelid. Paborn, I'd be interested in your opinion as to whether or not the hotel is over -priced for a developing country such as Cambodia. But actually, I couldn't care less about the price - for me, it represents great value for money. And that's all that matters.

That's what I've always thought, too. But you would have to be prepared to pay every guy 300 baht.

Actually, I think it's a perfect excuse.