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Or your compromise is that you are paying them money, or you pay them for you not to compromise. Regardless, I do feel that for any successful encounter to work, be it a paid or free encounter, compromise is important.
 
 
It seems that you have been burned so many times, to the point that you have turned somewhat cynical about this whole thing. Can I ask why you still keep trying? It may be too personal a question, so you don't have to answer. We are different people of course, but I feel that if I were to date someone in Thailand (and to a certain extent, I am), that I wouldn't end up with the same cynical conclusion that you have had. I am asian tho, and non-farang, tho still a westerner.
 
Regardless, I am an eternal optimist, and I think you will find that someone that you will freely compromise for, and will compromise for you in return, and all this will have been worth it.
 
 
Oh it's never a bad time, spending quality time with BurBoy. Like vinapu said, the "not good" is for the chances of writing a trip report for this trip coming up in a week. I'll have a great time for sure. Let me know when you're back. We shall catch you next time.
 
 
My guide is this: if I am not offing anyone, I will not write a trip report. I feel that my noncommercial encounters are not as exciting as my offing escapades. This is why I did not write one for the 13th trip. So the only reason I wrote this one is because of MonBoy and the Korean offs. I can only hope that I will off someone this next trip, but the outlook is not good. BurBoy wants to spend quality time with me and I am more than happy to oblige.

Day 1.7: Soul, Korean
 
When finding guys to off (or even guys to date), I usually prefer picking the gay guys over the straight ones. I am at least guaranteed someone who enjoys having sex with a guy (if not with me), and can expect some semblance of genuine enjoyment in the act.  I don’t have fantasies about purely straight boys having sex with me. My feeling is that I get off knowing that the person I’m having sex with at least can enjoy some aspects of that they are doing. I am of course under no illusion that they will enjoy having sex with me, only the assurance that they potentially can enjoy the encounter.
 
So when I first laid eyes on the Korean 4 weeks ago over Songkran, I immediately thought that this is a straight boy that won’t enjoy the sex with a man. He was gorgeous, and hot, and just so yummy, so any off situation with him would have to be mechanical and impersonal on his part. I play the expectations game every time there is buildup like this, with 4 weeks to think about it how things are going to pan out. Sometimes it helps, sometimes I psyche myself out.
 
So we leave samebb, my Ultimate Wingman™ for the night, and his muse for the night, the Lion, to their meal at Balcony, as the Korean and I make our way through Soi 4. It was 10:15 PM, and it was Soi Twilight’s and Soi 4’s version of rush hour. People are just making up their minds right about now on what kind of entertainment they sought for the night. We weave through the traffic, and the Korean was getting some looks from the men on the Soi. He was tall for a Thai at 6 feet, handsome and statuesque, as masculine as you can expect, wearing the tightest black shirt that complements his muscular physique, and owning the Soi.
 
He was the ultimate eye-candy for sure. He puts a hand on my shoulder as he follows me onto Silom. And for the first time in a long while I thought about what we looked like to other people while walking the street together. When I see an older farang with a younger attractive boy, I think more than likely that it was a union made possible by the mighty baht. Now I am thinking people are probably thinking the same about me. There was no shame attached to this of course, just my brain making sense of the situation. This is hardly an issue in Thailand, so I really shouldn’t worry about it.
 
As we walk I try to make conversation, with limited success. His English was not that good, and coupled with the busy and noisy streets, it was hard to maintain a conversation. I was able to ask him if he wanted to eat. He said no, and then lifted up his shirt to reveal his abs, and pulling on what he perceived to be loose skin formed on top of his upper abs. “Pum-pui (ปุ้มปุ้ย),” he says in Thai. I laugh out loud. “No pum-pui! Sexy boy na!” I protest. He laughs. I smile widely, half reacting to his reaction, and half thanking the gods that he lifted up his shirt.
 
We get to Crowne Plaza and I greeted again, by name, by half the staff. How many boys have these hotel employees seen me, with boy after boy after boy. We get through the two sets of elevators and get to my suite. The Korean settles in and asks “Shower?” I tell him no not yet. I wanted to sit down with me on the couch. He does what I say and sits with me. I tell him I wanted to talk to him for a little bit. He smiles and nods.
 
I ask him the usual questions. When did he start at Jupiter? “Songkran.” What did he do before this? He worked at shops but wasn’t earning enough money. Do you enjoy being a money boy? Sometimes, but he would rather not do it. Are you straight or gay. “I like both.” Really, I thought your only liked girls? “Can both.” Are you a top or bottom? “Only top. I fuck you.” Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? “No have. Before have. Now no.”
 
I ask him to take off his shirt. He does it in one flourish, and I got convinced, for the second time tonight, that offing him by himself was the better decision to make. He had a nice lean chest, pecs perky but not too big. His arms were muscular, made by hard work and not by the gym. And his abs were nothing like the fat he said earlier. He again takes pinches one ab to isolate loose skin. “Pum-pui!” he says, as if saying it again would convince me once and for all that he was fat. I put my hands over the abs, tentatively. I didn’t want to startle him. He takes my hand and guides it over his abs to give himself a rub. He wasn’t shy. I was just intimidated by perfection.
 
I move closer to explore him more. I was using two hands now to touch his torso. As I lean in for a closer reach, his face gets close to mine. He kisses my lips. I didn’t kiss back at first. I was surprised. He pulls back. I lean forward to find his lips again. We kiss, properly this time. That was nice. I guess the “straight” boy kisses. This was going to be good. I talk to him some more, as he gets more comfortable with me. He tells me about his t-shirt shop in Ladprao. His hours, the kinds of shirts he sells, the kind of customers he deals with, and the money he gets. He says it is not cheap to buy inventory to sell, so he uses Jupiter as a source for seed money. He hopes that one day his profits can turn into something more. A bigger business perhaps.
 
Now learning about this just gave me probably the biggest hardon I had all night. I found a money boy that had a keen business sense, a sense of what he needed to do in life to get ahead, and an eye towards the future. There were no tales of parents he had to support, or houses he needed to build. Just him trying to build a future. Jupiter was just part of it. He looked so animated telling me this as well. He uses his arms to emphasize his passion about his life. I was so ready.
 
At this point I think, do I really have to have sex with this guy? I can just talk to him. I look at him, and his torso, and the possibility of what was under his jeans. I snap out of my craziness and tell him “Shower now?” He nods, and then takes off his jeans and neatly folds them on the office desk. He parades in the room in his briefs, looking as fine as ever. He was looking for water. I escort him to the bathroom, where Crowne Plaza usually stores their water bottles. He thanks me for the water and takes a drink. He takes off his briefs to reveal a semi-hard and long cock, and perfect ass. He steps into the shower.
 
I wait for him in the living room. He emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I shower too, and clean my ass more thoroughly than usual. I was not a bottom, but since The Korean was a top, I at least wanted to be prepared in case something happened in that department. I emerged in a towel as well, and I find him in bed, under the covers. I join him under the covers. He was naked thank goodness. Sometimes I find boys still wearing towels in bed. He was considerate enough to take it off for me.
 
I lay beside him and we start kissing. It was so hot just being so close to this boy. I lick his neck and then his chest and nipples. I savor his abs with my tongue. I dive down further, and see his semi-erect long cock. A few more flicks of my tongue and it was hard. The Jupiter captain was right. His cock was a long one. I try my best to put it in my mouth. I can still smell some residual perfume on his body. While I blow him I look up and see him, his eyes closed, probably dreaming of something else. I go back up to him and kiss him.
 
After a while of just doing this, he guides my body to the bed and lays me down. It was his turn to work. He starts by kissing, and giving my neck and chest little kisses. He sucks my nipples, and after a few encouraging groans coming out of me, he gives my nipples stronger bites. I was going wild. He goes to my crotch and sucks me for a little bit. I didn’t think he would do it, but there he was. I feel that it was almost a crime to let someone this beautiful suck my cock. But it was nice.
 
We do this back and forth for a while and he asks if I wanted to be fucked. I look at his long cock and tell him “Big na. Cannot,” smiling as a turn down what I would assume would be a good fuck from him. He understands, so he lies down beside me. He puts an arm under my neck and we kiss while we chuck wow. His moans were giving me the encouragement I needed. He tells me he is close, so I put my head to his cock and catch the fruits of his labor.
 
It was my turn, so I try to do my thing. Korean was very encouraging and gave me little kisses and bites and moans. He takes over and chuck wows me while kissing me. It didn’t take me long after that. We kiss for a little bit while cum was still on my tummy and chest. After some more talking we clean up together.
 
In the shower we talk about more things. He said that after the Songkran season with many customers, he returned to Chiang Mai to visit, and went back to Bangkok after that. He said tonight was his first night back in a long while, and he won’t be back to Jupiter tomorrow night. He said he’d be back a few times this week, but he wasn’t sure. He’s still trying to save enough money to continue getting inventory.
 
We step out of the shower and put on clothes. Korean said that he was going to go back to Jupiter to get his things, and maybe to score some drink tips, before he had to leave. I told that since I had to pick up MonBoy, I will be going with him to Jupiter. I Line MonBoy to tell him that we were heading back to Jupiter. I didn’t expect a reply back because he might be in a show number. Before leaving the room, I give Korean a big hug and thanked him for the good time. He kissed me lightly on the cheek. I give him 2200 baht for his short time work. It was worth every baht.
 
As we make our way back to Soi 4, Korean kept talking to me, and we were having a much more pleasant conversation now than earlier when we were walking to the hotel. He was explaining to me the different regions of Thailand, as well as regional accents and words that are unique to each region. He gives me some examples of a word that was different in Bangkok, Isaan and Chiang Mai. He also tried to tell me how the different accents sounded like. It was a good lesson in the regionality of Thailand. It was quite an unexpected subject matter from a money boy.
 
But then again, a lot about Korean was unexpected. I had an idea of what he was like going into this off: masculine, standoffish, and possibly a dud in bed. I am always glad to be proven wrong. And the way he talked about his dreams, his jobs, and his country were all bonuses for me, and probably worth more than the satisfying sex we had. I like it when offs turn out this way. I paid for the body of the Korean, but the soul of the Korean is probably what will stay in my mind, long after other the memories of this night fade away in my head.
 
The night is not nearly done though. Much much more Jupiter hijinks, next.

Day 1.3: Tonight, Soi 4 > Soi Twilight
 
While soaking in the tub I fire up my Thai phone and open the four gay apps I had on there specifically for Thailand: Grindr, PlantRomeo, Jackd and Hornet. I’m pretty sure that I will not have time to entertain any apps boys but you never know. After my apps have been open a while, I get the usual money boy pleas, and even get into a hot and heavy chat with a very pretty boy who was pushing for short time at 1200 baht. I was tempted, but I was really saving my spunk for a (or three) Jupiter gogo.
 
There was one young cute boy with near-perfect English that caught my eye. He was 22, a student, cute compact body, and was sweet on the chat. It turns steamy and we exchanged pics. He had a nice cock and an even nicer ass. I had to make sure: I asked him if he was a money boy. You have to ask of course. He said he wasn’t and was just a student who wanted to make friends, he said. He was free to meet tonight. Again, I was tempted but really, why go all the way to Thailand if you just sample free boys? I can get that at home.
 
I get a LINE from my friend, the controversial forum member samebb, who I met last January with BurBoy and anddy, another member. He is a Bangkok resident, and goes to Twilight often, so he was able to give me the scoop on some boys that he thought I would be interested in offing. They were boys who were friends with a boy he knew well, so I was able to get photos and descriptions of the boys in advance of my trip. This was a first for me. I normally just go to a bar and pick a boy, feel him out in a course of an hour over a drink, and if I follow my instincts, I may or may not take him home.
 
Instead, I set my eyes on two boys, both boys from the new Jupiter bar (thread here). From what I hear, the two boys were also pretty new to Jupiter, and gogo bar life. They were also both Myanmar boys. Having had an affinity with Myanmar, and its boys, lately (via BurBoy and my recent trip), I felt like this was a perfect fit. I can dazzle them (lol) with my minimal Myanmar knowledge, and show them my touristic photos of Yangon, Mandalay and Bagan. samebb was even able to forward me a video of one of the boys dancing shirtless, with other boys, and without a care in the world. I was hooked. I had to have him.
 
Also, last Songkran trip, when Mark311088, his friend, samebb and paulsf, BurBoy and I all went to (what was then) old Jupiter, Mark311088 and I fell in lust over this tall, muscular, Korean-looking boy who we asked to sit with us as we assessed if he was going to be a good off or not.  When he did sit down with us, we didn’t care what was coming out of his mouth. He was gorgeous! He was almost offed by either Mark311088 or his friend. Sadly, he was offed by another customer before they could get a chance with him that night. So his gorgeousness has stayed in my (and Mark311088’s) head even a month later from that night, so I was eager to see if I could off him. And even if he was a dead fish in bed, I could just stare at his gorgeousness all night.
 
So that makes three boys that I knew I wanted to off, even before stepping onto Bangkok soil. Again, this is unorthodoxed for me, but I was eager to know if my expectations matched, or even exceeded reality. I answer samebb on LINE and made a plan to meet at 7:30 PM at Telephone bar on Silom Soi 4. Since new Jupiter was in Soi 4, it would be a chance share some drinks with samebb to catch up, before both of us stumbling into new Jupiter.
 
So I raise myself from the tub, take a quick shower, and then put on my usual FarangWear™ of a 100 baht t-shirt and shorts from Chatuchak Market. I take my small compact umbrella with me because samebb has warned me about recent rain. I leave the hotel and head over to Soi 4. As I walk on Silom Rd, a familiar swell of excitement and anticipation formed in my tummy and spread all over my body. This was it, I am here again. I was just here 4 weeks prior, but every visit here always felt like the first time.
 
I get to Soi 4, which at 7:30 PM was still half empty. I see samebb with his date, let’s call him The Lion. The Lion was a 19-year-old Thai motorbike taxi driver in Pattaya, who also took in male customers once in a while. samebb was just in Pattaya, and decided to bring The Lion along, since The Lion wanted to go to Bangkok to visit some family. The Lion looked younger than 19, so after shaking his hand, I immediately asked for ID. samebb laughed at my forwardness, but The Lion was more than happy to prove his age.
 
I sat down next to The Lion so I can both have a view of the street and have a good conversation with samebb, who was facing The Lion. I saw that both have ordered giant glasses of beer already, so I call on the waiter and order my usual first drink of the night when I am in Soi 4: the espresso martini. I have talked about this drink before: it is a regular martini made with coffee, and had a few coffee beans floating on top as garnish. If I knew I was in for a long night, this was the perfect drink to start it. I take one sip and was immediately woken up.
 
samebb and I catch up with our lives. I tell him about my plans for the night. He tells me he was just along for the ride. He said it will be interesting to see me in action in real life, instead of just reading about it. I told him there was nothing interesting about seeing me drool over hot guys all night. He tells me about his Pattaya trip (mixed results), the current low season and the weather. I often wonder how I would fare if I lived here. Would I still be as excited every time I went to Silom? samebb is ambivalent to the question. It is hard to get excited about Silom if you were there everyday, but then again looking at hot boys is always exciting.
 
I noticed that The Lion was just sitting there silent. I always think that it is awkward for a local boy to just sit there, while two farang just yammer away. I turn to him and ask him some questions about him. With a few sentences I gauge his English proficiency and was able to figure out what speaking cadence worked with him. I was impressed by his English proficiency. I’ve met some older Thai guys who didn’t have half his English skills. He apologized for his bad English. I told him he did not have anything to worry about. I could understand him completely.
 
I became the reverse money boy, asking this money boy pretty standard questions instead of the other way around. I ask him about where he came from, his current line of work, if he liked it. I asked him what his business was in Bangkok, his family, and love life.  He said he had a boyfriend in Pattaya. I asked him if he had a photo of him. He said “of course!” but did not want to show it to samebb and I. I let it go the first time but insisted on seeing it throughout the evening. Finally he relents, showing me the photo. The boyfriend was cute, and my type actually. I tell him he was lucky to find such a catch. He smiles widely. He had a killer smile.
 
I’ve always said this. The sex and the perfect bodies and the handsome faces are amazing and all that, but for me, the main allure of Thailand, and all the other countries I am lucky to visit in my little insignificant life, are the stories of the people I meet, and the stories that those people tell me. People are generally interesting, and hearing about their stories are worth more than the thousands of dollars I’ve spent on airfare, the countless hours I’ve spent trapped in a silver flying tube, and the precious time I’ve diverted from my life back home. To me, this was Thailand, the people, their stories, their reasons for doing what they chose to become (money boy, waiter, expat), and what motivates them (help the family, escape cold winters, not enough sex back home).
 
And what is more interesting than their backstories are the stories they CHOOSE to tell you. After a while you can discern a pattern to what they share with you, and kind of guess what the ulterior motive is, if there was one. Maybe it’s a money boy telling us about his hard luck life, so that you sympathize enough to give him more money. With The Lion, I immediately felt that he was genuine, like I was talking to a friend. I heard about the usual story of poverty, but with a wish to do more with his life, instead of a story of having to support his family. I heard about his motorbike, not to solicit business from me, but as a source of pride of being able to buy one at such a young age. He wasn’t selling anything to me, but I bought it anyway.
 
samebb and I were having fun with The Lion just shooting the shit at Telephone. At around 8-9 PM I notice a steady stream of hot young boys making their way to the Soi and enter new Jupiter. samebb exaplains that this spot on Soi 4 was like Hot Male or Banana bar in Twilight, that it was a good spot to observe the working boys at the beginning of their work night at their bar. I notice some familiar faces, including the incomparable Mehkin (link), a former Tawan staple, and my last Jupiter off, MuscleBoy (link), with whom I had amazing carnal relations with last December.
 
The sight of the boys were fueling my lust already boiling beneath the surface. It was 9:15, and I ask samebb if he was ready to go into new Jupiter to pick up the three boys I wanted for the night. samebb says the immortal words “up to you,” and tells me I was the guest tonight, and it was one night of freedom so I might as well take advantage of it. I pay for all the drinks, telling samebb that this was my thanks for him for recommending the two boys I was lusting after at new Jupiter. He thanks me and we make our way to the club.
 
So next, Jupiter, new and improved!

A couple of weeks ago I needed to do a visa run. Decided to go to Hanoi for a few days. All packed ready to go. Grab a taxi in front of my condo. No traffic, quick and easy ride. Friendly driver. Arrive at airport, get to check in counter, and then realize, No Wallet. I lost it in taxi. I had no idea as to which company I used. As panic sets in, I sit to try to figure out what I'm going to do. Had $200 US , debit card, one credit card and drivers license. My passport, other credit cards and a little cash in my backpack. It was my 30th day and I need to go. Nothing I could do about wallet.
 
Had a nice weekend in Hanoi. Saved a lot of money I might have spent. Could always do credit card advance. Back to Bangkok hoping I might get lucky and maybe left wallet in Condo. No luck. Cancel cards with banks. My bank got replacement debit card to me in 5 days with UPS,
 
Last night about 5 pm, knock on my door. Condo worker says taxi here. I said, didn't order taxi. Language issues. He pulls out his wallet and says taxi. Hit me, taxi there with my wallet. Went downstairs and sure enough, there is the driver holding my wallet. Wow. Everything still there, including cash. I gave him big reward. Now he was all smiles. Nobody standing around spoke English, so couldn't get story.
 
Today condo worker I know speaks English talked to security guy. Driver found my wallet when he got back to Bangkok. He did know where he picked me up and I was only going for a few days, yesterday he was in my neighborhood.
My drivers license with picture was in wallet, so he asked security guy if he knew me. I'm the only non-Thai living in the building. Knock on door and got it back.
 
Taxi drivers get a lot of bad press in Thailand, so it is really great to have a really good taxi driver story.
He really went above and beyond and has my deepest Thanks.

I am not about to try to match the eloquence of Numazu or a447, but here goes:
 
It took me this long to access a computer because my prior internet cafe was closed (as apparently most of them are these days). In short Jomtien Plaza and Boystown are, in the words of our British friends, doing a roaring trade and Sunee seems to be doing at least okay.
 
First night I promised myself to only look---well, I offed the second boy I talked to in Jomtien. He was well worth it. Second night offed a guy from Double Shot. He was good and I enjoyed the bar---the owner even bought a round for everyone including the boys.
 
Most would say that my first two offs were boys of average Thai build. By my usual standards they were sumo wrestlers. I do not know what has gotten into me. 
 
Power Boys and Eros OK. Winner Boys good and quite busy. Toy Boys OK. Have not been to BBB yet nor seen any "shows".
 
No luck on the apps with my type. One guy I did like insisted on bringing a friend along for a four-hand, even to the point of cutting the price. I was a little leery of two completely strange boys in my room so I took a pass.
 
Cambodians aplenty---if I go to Siem Reap, I might take one with me. I have not yet met a Vietnamese boy.

I am trying to remember and I think i have had one theft over the years from bar boys and that was a Pinnochio boy from Prague ( E addict stole some toiletries) and i saw some very rough boys in Prague. In Thailand the only "trouble" I have had here is a couple of dead buffalo stories which i dont mind and even they have been few and far between. 
 
some of my friends have had a lot of problems but they have a tendency to get drunk and that has never been a good idea specially because some nights they have had no idea what they have spent so they have no clue if money truely is missing.
 
Thailand for me is also a far higher succes rate in regards to preformance in bed very few duds 

I don't quite agree with that. In many cases members may not know a single member or may know 1 or 2 and so no reason not to voice their experiences and of course the few members who know many other members, I would expect that information to be shared for their protection.
 
I can't even add up the boys I have seen in 15 years but I'm sure it is over 1000.  
 
1 theft, it was a big one that I posted about . He took my iPhone but he was a practiced thief who left a copy in its place and thus I did not realize it until he was long gone..  Might have had 1 cologne taken but cannot be positive I actually put it in my toiletry bag.
 
Looks like a pretty good % to me and I'd venture to say better then any other place in the world for paying for Sex.
 
I think the posts on this Forum of positive experiences with boys is 10-1 at least in favor of positive experiences.
 
Eventhough I had 7 losers from Jupiter it represents a pretty small % of my offs in 15 years.  Boys are not Robots they are human beings just like us and they have good and bad days.  
 
On a scale of 1-10 I would guess only 5% did not score at least a 6 with me and of course most scored 7-10.  I think that is pretty good in any job.

Day 6.25: Eating Our Way Through Bagan
 
It was only 8:30 AM by the time we get back to the hotel. We have planned a full-day tour today of the Bagan temples, which we scheduled at 10:30 AM because we didn’t know how long the balloon ride experience will take. At the room we compare photos and sent it to social media and our loved ones. We were super psyched about it and were still on a high from the great experience. Its not everyday you get to ride on a hot air balloon.
 
The breads and champagne were not enough for two hungry boys this morning. We head over to the Acacia Shade Restaurant for the breakfast buffet included in our stay. I didn’t spare any details, I wanted the buffet to be big and full of variety, more for BurBoy than myself. He likes buffets, and the combination of Asian and Western choices. He loves the Crowne Plaza breakfast buffet, if ever we could wake up early enough to enjoy it. I’ve read good things about the food so was looking forward to this.
 
We get to the buffet around 9:45 AM, and the place was almost empty, perhaps because tours start before 8AM:
 

 
We choose a table right next to the Irrawady river. Nice views, and nice breeze going on:
 

 
We head over to the buffet and help ourselves. Some nice selection of western meats like bacon, sausage and ham.
 

 
There was an omelet station and they will make your egg any way you like. They had Asian options like curries, rice and congee. And nice selection of juices that were actually superior to most of the Thai buffets I’ve tried. The coffee was nice and strong, and there was enough selection of breads to satisfy BurBoy. We enjoyed food together like we enjoyed sex together.
 
We return to the room to prepare for the tour. BurBoy decides to wear his longyi in the tour, so he took off his shorts and wore his nice longyi. I ask if I should do the same. He told me that he feels that I am not comfortable with wearing one yet, so I should wear my shorts, but he will bring my longyi just in case I needed it. He takes our power banks and sunscreen and puts everything in his little bag. We get a call in our hotel phone and we get a call from our tour guide for the day, Kaung from SiamRoads:
 

 
At 19, he is the youngest of all the tour guides of Siam Roads. When I was planning the tour to Myanmar, I was eager to get Kaung for the Bagan leg, after my success with Ya in Bangkok and Sareth in Siem Reap. Both were gay friendly (and gay themselves), and I had no problem bringing my boy companions with me when on tour with them. It added the extra dimension I needed that I may not find with just the normal tours. I felt that Kaung will be the same, and his rates were fine with me.
 
I asked Ya for Kaung’s contacts and immediately got introduced to Kaung through phone messenger. I told Kaung what I looked for and what dates. He answered in good English and had plenty of suggestions on how the tour would go. Later in my conversations with him, I added a short Mandalay leg as well, and he was able to secure the arrangements for that. And since BurBoy was an equal partner in the tour, I had him talk to Kaung separately. He reported back that he thought Kaung would be a good choice for us, and BurBoy told Kaung that we were boyfriends so there were no surprises. Everything was set.
 
We head over to the lobby reception to meet Kaung. Kaung was talking to the receptionists when we met him. He was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and a longyi and slippers. He looked professional and appropriate for the country at the same time. He greeted me with a handshake, and asked how was our balloon ride. I sung its praises to Kaung and showed him a video that I took. He smiled and then identified some of the temples we were flying over in the video. He knew his temples for sure.
 
He then turns his attention to BurBoy, first talking in English, and then shifting to Burmese, where they were more comfortable speaking anyway. He then escorts both of us to the car we were using for the day. Our driver was a tall young guy who was chewing some betel nut. He shook both our hands and revealed his red teeth. There were three Burmese boys in my car for a full-day tour of ancient temples. This was my kind of tour.
 
Kaung asked me the night before to see if I can come up with a list of temples I wanted to visit. Since I did not know my temples, I just went online and looked at the most popular ones. I chose the ones that looked good in photos. I showed Kaung my list and he wrote it all down in his notebook. He told me that they were good and popular choices, and the 10 I chose he said were all doable to go to in one day. In his notepad, he ordered the temples by location to each other and talked it over with the driver. They came up with a full-day itinerary right there, choosing temples by their distance and closeness to one another. He then showed me the list (it was written in Burmese), but he read the list to me and BurBoy.
 
Kaung asked me if I bought a ticket for the temples yet. I said I haven’t yet. Kaung then produces this ticket. He says in his last tour the customer forgot to take his ticket. He said we can just use it for today if get asked for it, and later on the way we will buy one:
 

 
It was 25,000 kyat, so I wasn’t worried about paying for it. I would probably be OK with just using this ticket, but really wanted to pay for it because I was a visitor and wanted to contribute to the development of this area.
 
BurBoy then talked to Kaung and driver for a bit. They get into an animated discussion while we drive away from the hotel. You can see the driver and BurBoy wearing their longyis:
 

 
They get into an agreement as we get on the main road. BurBoy then tells me he wanted to show me a traditional store on the way, and for me to try a traditional palm sugar juice and some snacks. You want to eat again? I ask him. He laughed and said yes, he just wanted me to try it, since Kaung said one was on the way to our first temple.
 
We arrive at our roadside snack break:
 

 
It was a compound of huts with benches and tables in them. There were a few customers but we got led to an empty hut with seats:
 

 
BurBoy and I sit down. Kaung sits beside BurBoy. I tell Kaung to get the driver to sit with us. Kaung shouts to the driver and the driver shouts back. Kaung said the driver was shy. I laugh and say OK. We get served this clay pot and glasses:
 

 
BurBoy pours me a glass and it looked like it was water coming from dirty pipes, or if you lived in Flint, Michigan:
 

 
BurBoy explains to me what it was. It was palm sugar juice, or Jaggery juice, made of course from palm sap. This is what jaggery looks like:
 

 
And this is how jaggery is made, which is boiling palm syrup:
 

 
Kaung and BurBoy told me stories on how they drank this as kids. I took one sip and it was sweet but not overly so. I downed my whole glass and Kaung quickly refills it. We get served a little snack, some corned lamb:
 

 
BurBoy and I just ate, but we eat this fairly quickly. I was eager to try the local and authentic stuff, and BurBoy was exposing me a to lot of it.
 
We inspect the grounds a little bit. Before we leave I take a photo of the name of the place. It wasn’t in English so I felt this was a local favorite, and not a tourist trap. I ask BurBoy the name of the place, and said “Hatn Ayr”.
 

 
So with our bellies filled with sugar juice, we head over to our first temple.
 
Next, Shwe Zigon Pagoda, and nine others…

Nice TR, and looks like you had fun.
 
I know blowjob boy as 'Bob' No 9 from Toy Boys, a really lovely lad with good English. I had a few sessions with him in January; I liked him.

Friend...INDEED
 
O.K...I admit I injected a minor bit of suspense/drama at the end of the last section of this report.  As is often the case I'm influenced by the reports of others and their style.  So the hook in the last report was to bring a reader back to see what I was writing about...
 
 
 
I'm in the bedroom portion of the room, Van comes in from the kitchen area, he wakes me and says he's brought  a friend.  This is a first, not in bringing a friend, but in not mentioning it in advance.  I shake the sleepiness out, get up and notice the friend has come into the bedroom with a big smile.  OMG, it Uyn...my off from Screwboys the other night, the one I've been trying to get in touch with.  What's going on...?
 
Van is watching all of this, standing behind Uyn with an even bigger smile on his face.  I'd never mentioned Uyn to him...did I talk in my sleep?
 
I'm ushered into the sitting area in the kitchen where there is a table with enough chairs for the three of us.
Van laughs, says something to the effect of "I think you two have met".  The guys get comfortable which means stripping down to their underwear.  The view is incredible.
 
Van makes tea for us, Uyn opens some food they brought with them.  I frankly don't remember what it was.  My brain is trying to sort things through.  I know I like this friend, but how did he and Van come together to visit/surprise me?
 
Eventually, with the tea in hand, the story comes out.  Van had gone back to his dorm to pack and show his jacket to his dorm mates.  Uyn is one of those dorm buddies.  Van mentions that I helped with getting the leather jacket, Uyn tells him that we had hooked up and he knew it was me as Van had shown pictures of me to him.  Apparently, Van then showed more photos and thought it was funny (it was)...
 
When, Uyn had told me in bed that he knew me, I thought that he knew me from Yoyo, another go go boy from Screwboys.  Yes, both of them are Vietnamese as is Van.  I never thought it was Van who had talked to Uyn about me. Since, I hadn't been upfront with Van about my nocturnal  trip the other night, I convinced myself that since they worked different sides of Surawong, my discrete indiscretion wouldn't catch up..   As PaulSF knows and reminds meme - all the Viet boys know one another and they talk.  
 
As my brain cools...I comprehend that i have two almost naked beautiful / handsome / sculpted boys with me and we are enjoying each others company.  Uyn, who's seen the surprise on my face, asks if I've forgotten him already?  I find my wallet and show him the slip of paper he gave me to find him on Line.  He sets about setting up the connection and also friending me on FB.
 
Van is actually in charge and asks (knowing the answer before it is given) if Uyn can go with us tonight.  We can get some food at the chicken and rice cart in the bank parking lot.  And he suggests that we all need a shower before we go out.  The shower is big enough for the three of us.  I'm the center of attention for a personal clean up campaign.  Just some touching and horseplay and the gift of seeing the rivulets of water from the rain shower moved over and down Uyn's sculpted torso.  Van's not bad either.
 
We dress and head out.  While eating we are joined by Nom/Michael one of the bar boys from Hot Male.  He will reoccur in this report at another time.
 
From dining we move on to Hot Male Bar where we are soon joined by DivineMadman who I sit next too.  Van puts Uyn on my other side and he sits next to Uyn.  DivineMadman and  I talk an each other's taste in companions.  The bar boys, Sam and Noon are hanging around, One or the other of us buys them a drink and I buy one for La the grabber of unsuspecting tourists for Hot Male upstairs.
 
DivineMadman suggests that we head out for Jupiter before it gets crowded.  We go and get seated.  We're in the section that is not in the pit at the stage but in the first row next above the cross walkway.  Show is has been reported by others, most recently Numazu.  DivineMadman and I try to figure out which performer is Mehkin.  There is one guy that meets the description but he has  a significant tattoo, so not sure.  Then a true star crosses in front of us on his way to the stage.  No question...this is Mehkin.  Not quite my type, but I can see what the buzz is about.
 
While the show is going on DivineMadman and I are comparing notes, Uyn has his hands roaming over me and puts my hand where it can experience growth.  As the shower/water scene is in progress, Van leans over and suggests we should go as Uyn has to meet his ride back home for Tet at 2am and...  The "and" which is not stated is an action plan the two of them devised earlier.
 
We go back to The Raya, Van puts on headphones and starts watching a movie, Uyn I and move on into the bedroom.  The light in the bedroom is brighter than the light the other night, and Uyn looks even better and...we kiss and deeply.  At some point he's inside me.  I come as best I can and he finishes with a powerful toe curling chuck wow.   As we recover, Van joins us and following some clean up, he takes charge for some intense cuddling and further play.
 
2am comes and Uyn is off to Vietnam and Tet.  I thank him and gave him 2000 THB for the trip.  Another long kiss and he's gone.  Photos and messages continue to arrive even now two weeks on.
 
Van still smiling over the success of his "surprise" has me spoon him until I fall asleep.  

Some bars open at 8, so 7:30 is reasonable. I have been in bars (Eros, Screwboys) shortly before opening, because I find the boys entering in street clothes and undressing/changing in the bar under good light, not paying any attention to me, more arousing than later during normal operation.
 
(I deliberately did not name the bar, as this insight is only possible by negligence of the person who posted the rules, not assuming a customer would be able to read it or care.)

Generally speaking my strategy is to spent as little as possible on the maintenance - hence fying in economy, sleeping in 30$, not 130 $ hotels and eating rather bland food in ordinary places and only food treat I succumb to lavishly is ice cream from 7/11 for 17 baht.
 
Fact that I'm not big on Asian food and don't take heat well  helps to reduce food bill, never big in Thailand anyways.
 
In bars rarely I get carried over like some farangs I observe buying drinks to everybody in sight and his brother - this is not to criticize , just an observation as we all have our own way of having fun. I'm not really bar person and if there's no show I rather buy a drink, pick a boy and run ASAP.
 
On another hand I tend to be on generous side with those who allow themselves to get intimate with me , tipping perhaps too much specially in Pattaya where I tip  Bangkok rates perhaps way too lavishly. At least I realize that and if I sense boys are trying to take an advantage of me , there's abrupt good bye even if my heart is bleeding. This was a case with Tawan boys this trip.
 
I like to have a fun and being milked may be fun for  a cow but not me. On another hand boys have it easy with me since I don't tend to be very demanding and I respect every limit they  may have as long as they undress / I had a case in 2013 where Dreamboy refused even that little /  
 
You not that much older Vessey , today is last day I'm 61, LOL

I don't feel threatened by the Chinese women, as I know they won't be offing any of the boys. So they really have no affect on our ability to off guys.
 
But I don't like the way they take the boys' attention away from us when we are in the bar.
 
I'm sitting here all alone in my room, wondering if I've made the right decision.
 
After sex we always go to dinner and then to Starbucks where we sit and chat. Last night over coffee I told him that I needed to take a break from sex (honestly, I did!) as I was feeling very drained. He understood completely. No sex tonight, but we'd resume tomorrow. I figured that if I took a short break - just missing one session - it would enable me to get completely back on track.
 
On the baht bus back from Jomtien Complex, the other passengers got off along the way and we suddenly found ourselves alone. We sat and cuddled and got a bit touchy-feely.
 
Back in the room we quickly showered and jumped into bed. Any thoughts of ever taking a break from sex with him disappeared once I had my lips around that magnificent cock.
 
By now, he has also had a lot of sex so there is no way he's going to hit the wall behind the bedhead. But he still has a massive orgasm and he still manages to produce a prodigious amount of cum, so all is not lost.
 
When we had finished, however, I told him that there would definitely not be an afternoon session ; I really needed to recover. This happens every holiday - the further I get into a trip the more exhausted become and the longer it takes to "get ready." No surprises there.
 
So here I am now, horny as hell, wondering if I can hold out till this evening.
 
I thought I might just wander over to say hello to my massage boy. Then I remembered he won't be there today - he's having a big clean-up at home.
 
So I might take a walk over to Tukom. Just to look at the Apple store, of course.

If you go to gay social apps (Gay Romeo) and include XXL in the search criteria you will be surprised to see how many are ladyboys that are tops. That might disappoint many but it has been my experience when checking out the goods during my bar days. Years as a gay man confirms (with a few exceptions) the length of you know what is inversely proportional to the bicep measurement.

I don't think you will get a discount.
 
Silom Soi 6 (Super A, Nature Boys) and Screwboys. Now that Bee High closed, there are no gogo bars elsewhere. There are some Karaoke in Saphan Kwai and there is Inter-Mustache in Sukhumvit (went around 2012,2013,2014, not my style).
 
No cruisy places. Currently there is no street trade around Saranrom and Royal Palace (too many general folk day and night).
 
Prices in Bangkok here:
http://christianpfc.blogspot.com/2014/03/prices-in-bangkok-gogo-bars.html
read the comments for current prices, they rise about 8% per year.
 
I recommend skipping Bangkok and going to Pattaya for bars, much better value for money.

This will be a relatively short and to the point report. Not the full on prose like others.
 
Very long flight here so very tired. 10 pm arrival. No queues at airport whatsoever. No queues for taxi. Expressway very easy
 
Arrived late so only went to Soi twilight at 12. The two bars at the entrance busy as per usual. The only place to have a reasonably priced drink. 140 for beer. The boys there are very good at remembering you and are alot of fun. I always buy them plenty of drinks and that's probably why they remember me.
 
They confirmed short time rates in bars 1500 to 2000 and long time to 2000 to 3000. That accords with my understanding. These are for quality boys at the bars.
 
Fresh boys was recommended as a place for reasonably built size boys. Nice selection of 20 year old plus boys with some muscle definition and experience. Like boys who know what they're doing. Took off a very nice Lao go-go dancer I have seen before .Did everything he said and more without moaning except with the moaning that you want to hear. Extra tip as deserving. Do you not say how much extra will be accused of being some holiday millionaire. I'm here for a short time and a good time and will treat them well.
 
That's enough for the first two hours of Thailand and time to sleep and recharge for the balance of the week. Looking forward To it.

Day 11: A Burmese Goodbye
 
“What do you want to do?” I ask him. “Nothing na,” he exclaims. “Why nothing? It’s only 1 AM,” I was wondering. “You fly away tomorrow na. Cannot be many drink tonight. We need sleep many.” “But it’s my last night. I want to enjoy my last night in Bangkok.” He looks at me intently, “You come here many. Many last night I think. Now you need sleep many.” “Are you sure? We can go to G.O.D. and dance till 5 AM.” “I no want. I want hug you and sleep na.”
 
I’m sure with many customer and boy relationships, when it comes to decisions, money wins, and, for the most part, the customer is always right. With BurBoy, I wasn’t always right, because I wasn’t a customer. I was his boyfriend, at least I have been for the past 6 days. And like a concerned boyfriend, he was worried about my flight tomorrow. He thinks I need to be well rested to survive the flight. He knows I am a light sleeper, having spent many nights with me. He knows how exhausted I seemed when he sees me just coming from my flight from Farang Land™ because of jet lag. And he knows I have to work the very next day I get home. So as with any boyfriend who is sending his darling off to a trans-pacific flight, he wants me to have as much rest as possible.
 
It was a Monday night, and the streets are not as busy as it was this past weekend. We walk slowly back to Crowne Plaza. The air smelled like it was about to rain. We go to our almost required visit to the 7-11 on Rama IV close to the hotel and got some snacks and drinks. For all the last nights in Thailand I have witnessed these past 11 trips, this one doesn’t seem at all sad for some reason.
 
“You come Thailand December? You want come see me?” “Yes, I want to see you. I think I want to go to Myanmar with you.” “Yes, I will go Myanmar October. Maybe work, I no sure.” “If I go visit you in Myanmar will you not work?” “Yes no work no problem. I want see you. We can be boyfriend again.” We get back to the hotel and take off our clothes and lounge in our underwear and get comfortable. We sit on the bed and open up the modest snacks and drinks that we love sharing with each other. It’s always the little things.
 
He then tells me about Yangon, Mandalay and Bagan. About the thousands of temples that litter the landscape, about the cities that are still mostly rural but growing more urban by the minute, and about the ever changing definition of government and democracy. He shows me YouTube videos of Aung San Suu Kyii, and what she meant to him and to his country. He shows me news articles of the Karen conflict, and the constant spectre of internal strife looming on the region. He shows me his favorite movie stars, tv shows, and his favorite singing contest (Myanmar Idol? I can’t remember).
 
For a guy who has lived in Thailand more years than he has in his own native land, he still has a deep connection with Myanmar. I can see it in his eyes. The passion, the longing, and the desire to live in that country again. Seeing this made me realize that I really want to see Myanmar through his eyes, and feel that it is one of those things that you cant really pass up if it was offered to you. Wheels start turning in my head. Whatever happens, I will be back in December, with him, in Myanmar.
 
It was close to 3 by the time we decide to call it a night. I didn’t get the rest BurBoy wanted me to get anyway, but talking to him about Myanmar was sure a better way to spend the rest of the night. We don’t shower, as sex didn’t seem to be in the menu tonight. And that was fine by me.
 
The alarm was set at 8AM. I reluctantly get up to pee, and get back to bed to see BurBoy, unwilling to wake up:
 

 
I give him a big kiss and a hug and let him sleep while I pack. I make some coffee with the instant stuff and the electric water kettle that came with the room. While packing I see BurBoy waking up. He gets up to pee and he packs as well. “Shower na?” he asks. I finish what I was doing and we do our ritual shower together. Some horseplay was involved, as usual with us, but nothing overly sexual happened.
 
We get dressed for breakfast, which was just next door at the Crowne Plaza lounge, which came complimentary with the room. Usually I pay 600 baht for lounge access but this trip it was just given to me. We head over to the lounge and see that there were only two other people in the lounge, with the breakfast buffet:
 

 
We sit close to the buffet and a very cute waiter goes to us and asks for our room number. I give it to him and we get asked for our drink orders. I ask for a coffee and orange juice and BurBoy asks for a coffee and a glass of warm milk. We head over to the buffet and help ourselves. The buffet here at the lounge wasn’t as extensive as the main buffet on the 23rd floor, but it was enough. There were some western meats, cheeses, breads, some Asian options like congee and sushi, and an omelet station.
 
I ask BurBoy about his plans for the next few weeks. He tells me he will spend some time with his parents in Bangkok before deciding on going back to Myanmar. He will try to get some decent job in Myanmar, with some help from relatives and friends, and with some seed money from his months with his generous farang, he can most likely get a motorbike and some rent money for a few months, or he can live with an Aunt who lived close to Yangon. And since his hometown was close to Yangon, it was natural for him to go try to give Yangon a shot first.
 
I can feel the excitement in his voice. He is looking forward to his new future. He was making OK money working at a restaurant in Bangkok, but he feels that he needed Myanmar to be his future. He is sad to leave his family in Bangkok, so he has a reason to come back if Myanmar doesn’t pan out.
 
I ask him how long he will be in Bangkok. He says probably 2 or 3 weeks. He wants to stay with his parents for a while, after being away from them living with his former farang for months and months. I ask him if he was OK with money. He said he was fine. To pass the time he said he was probably going to try to hit the gym because there was a mall close to his parents place. I ask him how much was the fee. He said it was 1600 baht a month.
 
I wanted to know the baht amount because I was trying to come up with an excuse to give him a little bit of money. I haven’t given him huge sums before, usually just enough for taxi ride back to his room, or pay him back for some of the money he spent during our time together. I wanted to give him something, without it making it seem like a customer-boy thing. I worry about these things.
 
We get back to the room and we finish packing. When we do we sit down on the bed and try to say our formal goodbyes. I reach in my wallet and give him 2000 baht. “For gym and taxi.” He refuses, says I have paid enough this trip. I insisted “I want you to have many six-pack when I see you in Myanmar in December.” He laughs, and tells me he just liked me because he had a six-pack. “I no like you, I love you.” I kiss him and I put the 2000 baht in his pocket. He relents. He hugs me and he promises that he will see me in Yangon, if I decide to go.
 
He takes my roller bag and his backpack and proceeds to the door. I take my own backpack and do a final check around the room. We head over to the elevator and get to the 23rd floor. I check out (0 baht, paid with points) and ask the counter to get me a taxi to Suvarnabhumi. We take the elevator to the ground level and my taxi was already waiting for me.
 
BurBoy was not the “say goodbye at the airport” kind of guy. Maybe he hated airports as much as I did. At the curb he puts my luggage in the open trunk of the taxi, and then turns to me to hug me and kiss me. No shame, no regard for anyone there, as usual for him. “Line me many ok.” I nod. I get in the taxi. The concierge tells the driver to go to Suvarnabhumi. I look back to BurBoy and I see him standing there, smiling, waiting for us to drive away. I wave one hand up to say goodbye. The taxi speeds away onto Rama IV. And just like that, Burboy was gone.
 
As the taxi speeds through Bangkok’s ever busy roadways, I take stock of what has happened in the past 10 days. In the face of change and disruption I was able to be true to myself and got a good mix of butterfly and the boyfriend experience that I both crave. But more than that, my time with Cambodia Boy and BurBoy has taught me something. It's a lesson I learn every time I go here. I may have spent some money on those boys, but I feel that I always end up at the better side of the bargain every single time. They have shared with me very intimate parts of themselves, both their bodies and their souls. And the love, oh the love, there was a lot of it, and all of it was good. You can’t really put a price on that.
 
I get to my airline counter and get through immigration with minimal problems thanks to an upgrade. I get to my gate and wait to board. I check my phone and see some messages from Burboy. I got the usual love and cutesy emojis, but now with a photo of him with his mom, all smiles. I will miss him for sure, and my love for him has changed to something deeper and more sincere this trip. I know I will be back soon enough.
 
Without missing a beat, I then text my boyfriend, telling him I am coming home. No matter the amount of hijinks that has happened this trip, no matter how intense or how life changing it seemed to be, I will always come home to him. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

There are many Golf Societies in Pattaya, mostly or all of them attached to a bar. Is there any gay golf society around or are all gay golfer in different societies or only playing private? I guess I am not the only one playing with balls and handle hard shafts outside in the green... I am with Sugarshak by the way...

Are you from Iran? Nice city Isfahan. Beautiful. I have been there.
Not afraid your Iranian Facebook friends see Thai boys in your friend list? Being gay in Iran is dangerous.

Hi I was in pattaya 2 weeks in september and thought i would share a few things 
 
arrived the 12 th this is the wettest trip i have ever had in thailand I spend most of my days playing golf during the day it actually made golf difficult a few days I have never had any problems before so I probably wont come late september again. 
 
Plenty of boys around met 4 i knew from earlier visits and who i keep up to date with via facebook
 
Sunee  seemed very quiet on this trip and I ended up taking only one boy from here ( who turned out to be the only bad off I had on this trip ) Niceboys and Powerboys were a bit short staffed and most were boys i had seen before
 
Boystown was very quiet on the very rainy nights but still tons of nice boys, offed boys from toyboy, cupidol and kawaii all had good selections of boys I am always lucky or just have broad enough tastes to keep me happy. The new 360 bar is weird and its annoying that you cant see the whole bar from anywhere.
 
Added 3 boys to the facebook page only do that if I am very pleased and they want to but 3 new is a new record 
 
went to Jomtien complex for the first time was surprised by the amout of boys on a tuesday night not bad at all
 
so all in all another good trip great times were had the boys were super 
 
Ish
 
 

Hi I was in pattaya 2 weeks in september and thought i would share a few things 
 
arrived the 12 th this is the wettest trip i have ever had in thailand I spend most of my days playing golf during the day it actually made golf difficult a few days I have never had any problems before so I probably wont come late september again. 
 
Plenty of boys around met 4 i knew from earlier visits and who i keep up to date with via facebook
 
Sunee  seemed very quiet on this trip and I ended up taking only one boy from here ( who turned out to be the only bad off I had on this trip ) Niceboys and Powerboys were a bit short staffed and most were boys i had seen before
 
Boystown was very quiet on the very rainy nights but still tons of nice boys, offed boys from toyboy, cupidol and kawaii all had good selections of boys I am always lucky or just have broad enough tastes to keep me happy. The new 360 bar is weird and its annoying that you cant see the whole bar from anywhere.
 
Added 3 boys to the facebook page only do that if I am very pleased and they want to but 3 new is a new record 
 
went to Jomtien complex for the first time was surprised by the amout of boys on a tuesday night not bad at all
 
so all in all another good trip great times were had the boys were super 
 
Ish
 
 

I too was in Pattaya for the whole month of September it was dry (mostly) for the beginning of September but the last 2 weeks were were pretty stormy. I was quite lucky and only got a soaking once. I invested 109 baht in an umbrella from 7-Eleven.
 
I agree with you about the 360° Bar being strange I just did not feel comfortable at all when I paid a visit.
 
Glad a you had a pleasant trip.

Hi I was in pattaya 2 weeks in september and thought i would share a few things 
 
arrived the 12 th this is the wettest trip i have ever had in thailand I spend most of my days playing golf during the day it actually made golf difficult a few days I have never had any problems before so I probably wont come late september again. 
 
Plenty of boys around met 4 i knew from earlier visits and who i keep up to date with via facebook
 
Sunee  seemed very quiet on this trip and I ended up taking only one boy from here ( who turned out to be the only bad off I had on this trip ) Niceboys and Powerboys were a bit short staffed and most were boys i had seen before
 
Boystown was very quiet on the very rainy nights but still tons of nice boys, offed boys from toyboy, cupidol and kawaii all had good selections of boys I am always lucky or just have broad enough tastes to keep me happy. The new 360 bar is weird and its annoying that you cant see the whole bar from anywhere.
 
Added 3 boys to the facebook page only do that if I am very pleased and they want to but 3 new is a new record 
 
went to Jomtien complex for the first time was surprised by the amout of boys on a tuesday night not bad at all
 
so all in all another good trip great times were had the boys were super 
 
Ish
 
 

Hi I was in pattaya 2 weeks in september and thought i would share a few things 
 
arrived the 12 th this is the wettest trip i have ever had in thailand I spend most of my days playing golf during the day it actually made golf difficult a few days I have never had any problems before so I probably wont come late september again. 
 
Plenty of boys around met 4 i knew from earlier visits and who i keep up to date with via facebook
 
Sunee  seemed very quiet on this trip and I ended up taking only one boy from here ( who turned out to be the only bad off I had on this trip ) Niceboys and Powerboys were a bit short staffed and most were boys i had seen before
 
Boystown was very quiet on the very rainy nights but still tons of nice boys, offed boys from toyboy, cupidol and kawaii all had good selections of boys I am always lucky or just have broad enough tastes to keep me happy. The new 360 bar is weird and its annoying that you cant see the whole bar from anywhere.
 
Added 3 boys to the facebook page only do that if I am very pleased and they want to but 3 new is a new record 
 
went to Jomtien complex for the first time was surprised by the amout of boys on a tuesday night not bad at all
 
so all in all another good trip great times were had the boys were super 
 
Ish
 
 

Hi I was in pattaya 2 weeks in september and thought i would share a few things 
 
arrived the 12 th this is the wettest trip i have ever had in thailand I spend most of my days playing golf during the day it actually made golf difficult a few days I have never had any problems before so I probably wont come late september again. 
 
Plenty of boys around met 4 i knew from earlier visits and who i keep up to date with via facebook
 
Sunee  seemed very quiet on this trip and I ended up taking only one boy from here ( who turned out to be the only bad off I had on this trip ) Niceboys and Powerboys were a bit short staffed and most were boys i had seen before
 
Boystown was very quiet on the very rainy nights but still tons of nice boys, offed boys from toyboy, cupidol and kawaii all had good selections of boys I am always lucky or just have broad enough tastes to keep me happy. The new 360 bar is weird and its annoying that you cant see the whole bar from anywhere.
 
Added 3 boys to the facebook page only do that if I am very pleased and they want to but 3 new is a new record 
 
went to Jomtien complex for the first time was surprised by the amout of boys on a tuesday night not bad at all
 
so all in all another good trip great times were had the boys were super 
 
Ish