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Day 5 + Night 5
 
So I'm up the next day, I do a little bit of last minute shopping getting whatever that I missed out so far and then head back to the hotel for a quick shower before heading to dreamboys. I'm there at 9.30 on the dot, I look on stage and A is not there. I take a seat and look around and A is not there either. My mamasan friend approaches me and I order my drink. I ask him if A was around when he returns with my drink and he replied that he thinks A is downstairs. He asks if I'd like to inform him if I was here and I tell him to do so. Shortly later, I see A coming towards me and he gives me a big hug, indicates to his watch and says that I was punctual and that he had just gotten there as well. So punctuality does exist with some boys after all. I get a drink for him and we sit there talking about a lot of things. I of course ask him why didn't he inform me if he needed my help earlier and he says that he actually contemplated telling me that night when he asked if I wanted to see him. He was afraid that I wouldn't believe him, and that also he was embarrassed to raise the issue. He kept going back and forth over telling me and eventually decided to not let me know of the situation. He said that by coming to work instead of seeing me, he wouldn't have to worry about my reaction and how I'd view him after hearing of the story. He also apologized and thanked me for everything once again.
 
We finish the discussion and I ask if he'd like to use the gym in the bar. He nods and runs off to the gym for abit while I talk to my mamasan friend. He returns shortly after and as the end of the night drew near, I pay up my bill for the last time this trip. I tip M, P, A, and two more boys who I found attractive on stage whom I haven't seen before. A looks at me and comments "oh oh oh, tonight you want many boy ah?". No, A was enough for me. I also hand over a tip to my friend and we head out of the bar. He lets me know that he's hungry after I asked and we decide to grab some food along Silom street. We sit there and talk for quite awhile and then hop into a taxi back to the hotel.
 
Back in the hotel we talk about a lot of other things and soon it was 2am. It was getting late so I hit the showers first followed by him and continue on with our conversations after we hop into bed. We get to the topic of music and he starts playing mandarin music that he listens to asking if I listen to them as well. He also plays Thai music in between and sings along to them. I scrunch my face up in an effort to tell him that maybe him singing as a career may not be an option for him (He's actually not that horrible). He laughs at this and continues to do so. I keep making faces and he keeps singing alternating between Thai and mandarin songs on purpose. I'm happy to listen to him as it seemed that for once, he let his guard down and was just being himself, foolish, silly, but still so goddamn adorable. I use my hand to cover his mouth in an effort to muffle the sound. I recall that he was ticklish and I tickle him to make him "stop" singing. We soon get into a wrestling match every time a new song comes on. All the songs that he was listening to were songs from back in the day so I ask him why. He says that he likes the songs because it's what his parents listen to.
 
As soon as he said it, the mood changes in the room and I see his eyes swell up with tears. He attempts to hide them from me by pretending that he's tired and uses his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose. I hug him and we stay that way for abit. I ask him if he's fine later and he says that he was, pretending that nothing had happened. We get into the playful mood again and we're wrestling and rolling around on the bed. At one point, he's right on top of me and stares right into my eyes. The way he looked at me, I was so turned on that I don't think I've ever gotten so hard so fast in my life. He obviously feels it and reaches down with one hand and turns off the music with the other. He kisses me and then goes down on me. 30 minutes later, he drags me along into the shower together with him. Out of the shower and under the sheets he cuddles me as we continue talking about our lives. It's soon 4am and we decide to head to sleep.
 
I wake up the next day and I quickly pack my bags to checkout. I take out the tip for him and handed it over but he looks at me surprised and returns me the money. I however had decided somewhere in the midst of our conversations the previous night that I wanted him to keep this tip. I knew that his rent was due soon (I asked him the first time when I offed him on a previous trip and somehow remembered the date). So I insisted on him keeping it and after awhile of insisting, he thanks me once again and keeps the money.
 
I checkout and we head for lunch. After lunch, I was ready to say bye to him but he said that it was ok. He says that he would accompany me until I had to head back to the hotel to catch my ride to the airport so that I don't have to be alone. We idly walk around the mall and decided to catch a movie. Before we knew it, the movie came to an end and it was time. We say our goodbyes at the BTS station with me feeling all sad and wishing that I didn't have to go back. Ride to the airport and almost missed my flight due to the long security check lines along with the long immigration queue. I manage to get on my plane and am on my flight out of the LOS.

So I’ve been the Bangkok quite a number of times but never once wrote a report about it. I’m trying to do so now for memory purposes and hopefully for the leisure reading of the members here. A little background about myself: I’m in my early thirties and therefore able to get free action every once in a while on the gay apps. However, I make these trips to the LOS to satisfy that urge to be with the hottest guy that I can find.
 
Night 1
 
The day finally rolls around after what has felt like ages since I last was in the Land of Smiles (although it was only about 5 months since I was last there). Residing in a SEA country myself, I’m one of the lucky ones that get to travel to Thailand for a short getaway every once in a while. I grab my luggage and leisurely make my way to the airport. It was only halfway through the journey when I realized I was cutting it a bit close. I make it to the check-in counter with maybe only 5-10 minutes left to spare. I hop onto the plane and it’s off flying towards the Suvarnabhumi Airport.
 
The flight was bumpy and the turbulence was pretty bad at one point that service had to be stopped. It didn’t bother me too much as I was busy watching a movie. The flight gets there on time, breeze through immigration (no queue) grab my luggage and I hop onto the airport rail link. I take the train until Makkasan and from there I hop onto a cab towards my hotel in the Sukhumvit area. This saves me about 300-350baht and doesn’t require much additional time, just a little bit more effort. You guys may also be wondering why I’d choose to stay in the Sukhumvit area and not Silom. Well, I ask myself that question sometimes but I think it boils down to the fact that I’m a creature of comfort. I’m familiar with the area, and it’s not too far away from the Silom area by taxi (since there’s no traffic at the time when I’m heading to and back from the bars)
 
I check into my hotel and take a quick nap. I was exhausted during the flight but stuck it out to watch the movie Jungle Book. After about an hour of napping, I hopped into the shower and headed out for dinner at a place called Greyhound. The food to me is pretty good, tourist pricing but hey, I save back at home so that I’m able to enjoy myself while on holidays. After dinner, I hop onto a taxi and make my way to the bars. I’ve been to several bars, but the one that I’m most comfortable with is Dreamboys. I’ve been there a couple of times and have made friends with some of the captains/mamasans/waiters. I told myself that I should visit other bars this time around, but like I said, I am a creature of comfort. I put my head down avoiding eye contact with the touts of the other bars and  found myself back in Dreamboys.
 
I grab a seat, order a drink and ogle at all the boys on stage. Almost immediately, my eyes zero in on one of them. I recognize this guy. Lets just call him A. He was tall, fair and had a great body. He was pretty much the type of guy that I like. To be honest, Jupiter would best serve my needs, or rather wants, with the type of lineup that they have. I myself have been there several times and offed a boy on two seperate occasions. They both didn’t turn out too great but I just chalked it up to my luck. That’s still not going to stop me from trying again though (eventually). I recall offing A during my last visit, had a great time, and then never had the chance to off him again afterwards as he was always with a customer. Almost immediately, I get the mamasan to check if he would be able to do long time (I knew he did, but just wanted to ensure he didn’t have something on the very next morning). He did, and I asked for him to come over. He recognizes me, I order a drink for him, and we sit and watch the show.
 
Shortly after, I signal for him to change his clothes. Now I don’t know what it is about me, but I find a boy covered up to be the sexiest. Sure, I would love to see how he looks in just the white briefs but after that, too much skin for too long may be a bit too much. I catch myself at times stealing glances at the boys that have already been offed and changed and finding them so hot only to realize the very next day when he’s back on stage in his underwear that I’m not that attracted to him.
 
While A changes, I talk to the mamasan about how the business is, how their life has been, and before I know it, he’s back. Now I know that the boys have seen the show countless times and are therefore not quite interested in it. While we’re watching the show, (seems to be a relatively new one to me) I see A look over at the gym area a few times. I ask him if he’d like to go and workout. He says its fine and continues to sit with me. I catch him glimpsing at the gym again and I reiterate that I’m perfectly fine if he wants to go and workout. He gives me a smile and then says “Ok, I play gym abit”. My heart melted a little bit with that smile of his. He runs off and works out while I continue to enjoy the show. A is soon back and tells me that he’s tired from working out. We finish up our drinks and I pay a total of 1530 baht. 480 for my drink, 400 for his drink, and 650 for the off fee. It’s quite an amount but I again would like to emphasize that I work hard at home so that I’m able to enjoy myself and spend my money when I’m on holiday.
 
I asked if he was hungry and if he wanted to eat, he said no. So we hop onto a cab back to the hotel. After getting out of the taxi, I asked him if he’d like to buy anything from 7-11. He nods and we run into the store to grab a couple of things. Back in the hotel room, we talk for a little bit, he comments that this was not the same hotel room that we were at the last time (yes, it wasn’t). I shower first, followed by him. Under the sheets, nothing was stirring down below. I. Was. Exhausted. He realizes this and says “Nevermind. Tomorrow”. He puts his arm around me, we talk for a little bit more and I fall asleep soon after. Just the way I like it.
 
Waking up next to a warm body with his arms wrapped around me is the best way to do so. I check the time and it was 11am. We’ve missed breakfast. In fact, I never once woke up in time for breakfast this whole trip and it wasn’t really that big of a pity as the breakfast is average at best and I’d get extra time cuddling time with a hot guy. Besides, there are tons of great foods on the streets anyways. I hop into the shower first, followed by him and we both get back into bed. His hands run down my body and I’m hard in no time, definitely not tired after a good nights’ sleep. About 30 minutes later, we both hop into the shower separately to clean up after ourselves. After I’m out of the shower, I see him putting on his shoes almost ready to go. He tells me to hurry up to get dressed as I was going to be late. You see, the night before, I had told him that I had to get up at 11 to meet my friends who were also in town the next day. It was now already close to 12 and I still was not ready. I hurriedly get changed, hand him his tip and we both leave the room together. During the elevator ride down, I apologize for not being able to offer him breakfast and he says that it’s ok. On the street we bid our goodbyes (for now) and head our separate ways. I definitely want to see more of A, and I thankfully managed to at the end of my trip. 

Day 19 to present: Epilogue
 
I wanted to wrap up the trip report by thanking everyone for the kind words left here as replies, or left as private messages in my inbox. I apologize if I cannot answer every message, but if you want to try to ask me again, I’ll try to answer your question. It is amazing that this thread has reached 20,000+ views as I write this. Has this thread really been clicked on that many times? While I did not write this for you (I wrote this for myself), it’s always nice to know someone out there is reading my crap.
 
From the PMs I’ve received. I know some of you want to meet DTG or CB or even Xboy Guy. All I can say is I respect their privacy and don’t want them harassed. Possibly my main reticence is that I have been very personal with my experiences with the boys, and the last thing I want to happen is for a customer to expect the same treatment from the boys, the way they treated me, and then get harassed if they do something else. Maybe I am overly paranoid, but like I said numerous times that I am very protective of the boys, and vinapu is probably right when saying that me exposing them here may give them a lot of customer traffic, but they are popular boys anyway so maybe I am not too worried about that for now. A handful of you even told me they have met these boys. I am glad you were treated with as much respect and fun by them as I was.
 
So I endured the 15+ hours to get from Bangkok to California, with a layover in Hong Kong. Flying Business Class meant I had the comfort to relax more in a bigger space and take stock of what happened. I had my laptop with me in my backpack so I was able to knock out a few chapters of the trip report. With thoughts still brimming in my head I was able to complete the last day, Day 18, as a first one completed in the 2+ hour flight to Hong Kong. With the experience fresh and just hours behind me, I was visibly crying while I typed it. I didn’t care. I had to take out a few items that didn’t make sense to the whole piece, but the overall feelings are there. And putting my thoughts into paper actually made my feelings for CB more real. On and on in my head I thought, why was I leaving him? Can I really chart a future with him? What about my BF?
 
I then write a chapter about DTG. Memories of how awesome he was come rushing in my head. I write how handsome he is, how smart he is, and how considerate he is. I slowly calm down from my CB haze. OK, this is just how its gonna be. I will fall in love with as many boys as I can that I develop deep connections with. Maybe I will not leave my BF. Maybe this is just a Thailand thing. Maybe when I see my BF’s familiar towering frame, smiling from ear-to-ear, and an expression that says “You’re home!”, I know where I truly belong.
 
Hong Kong Aiport, as I wrote earlier, is like a shopping mall, so my layovers in this giant airport is like going window shopping. I love the business class lounge of Cathay Pacific. I especially love the noodle bar. I have my fill of alcoholic drinks and food, and my thoughts filled with boys and sex, so I sit back and continue on writing the trip reports.
 
Pretty soon it was time to board my long haul flight. Business Class is always fun, and the 13 or so hours in the air is not as bad if you have a full reclining seat. I type some chapters of the trip report for a while before it felt like work. I take a break and get fed a very elaborate meal. After that I decide to enjoy the amenities my seat had, and just watch a movie. I pop in some sleeping pills, put on the available ear plugs and eye mask, recline my seat fully, and get a peaceful slumber. I dream about boys the whole way home.
 
As with my first trip report, I will attempt to summarize my haul:
 
Primary Goal: Be a butterfly – partially met. I was able to meet a lot of boys, but got distracted by two excellent boys, thus offing them multiple nights. B+
 
Secondary Goal: Have a threesome – success. Although the first one was a success, succeeding attempts were failures. A-
 
Tertiary Goal: Get some tailored suits and shirts – success. I have had the chance to wear the tailored items at work for a month now and they just show the quality and craftsmanship of the tailors at AMAA Tailors in Pattaya. A+
 
New guys met: 6 - Boy, DTG (3 times), Tong (twice), Toy Boy Thai Guy, KB, TBoy
Previous guys met: 2 - Xboy Guy, CB (6 times)
Bonus item – If I was butterfly, I could’ve met: 12 (so sad, I could’ve had at least 12 boys if I were a butterfly everyday)
 
Best app hookup: that Filipino guy but this was in Hong Kong
Worst app hookup: N/A
 
Best bar experience: Jomtien bar
Worst bar experience: Hot Male (because the non-Thais were gone, the bar is actually nice, please go!)
 
Most visited bar: Tawan
Bar I wish I visited more: Xboys Pattaya, I did not have the chance to go at all
Bar I need to visit again: Jupiter, and I need to off someone in particular (this is for that member who PM’ed me, thank you sir for the tip)
 
Best hotel: that Soi 3 condo
Worst hotel: that Pattaya condo, but really, both were excellent. Just had no choice but to put something here
 
Fell in love: 3 times (Xboy Guy, DTG, CB)
Hated the Guy: Soda from Tawan, did not off him, but my friend did.
 
Biggest surprise: CB giving me that wooden figurine that sits proudly on my office desk, CB more confident, CB more lovable, Xboy Guy breaking my heart, Jomtien fun… OK a lot of surprises. But the figurine wins.
Same same: Airports suck
 
Best sex: CB, that last night
Best boyfriend experience: DTG, that first night
Best conversation: DTG, about everything
 
This were my awards last February, for comparison:
 
I had plenty of fun writing these reports. As paulsf has told me, this is a form of therapy for me. And its true. It has allowed me to gain the gift of perspective about what happened to me those two magical weeks. It has made me realize what I want out of Thailand. And it makes me want to go for more. Since now I have had many requests to write about my next trip, maybe I will. As a starter rule, I thought I would write about every other trip. Every trip I have in Thailand has an element of sex in it, but not every trip has anything to do with the sex industry. Last April was a sightseeing trip, and hung out with BF and then Myanmar Boy the whole time, so it would not be as exciting to write about as this trip. My next trip is in September, for about 9 nights, and again it is more a sightseeing trip as well, with just one guy the whole time. Maybe I’ll write about it. We will just have to see. Maybe there will be more than guy. Maybe I just cancelled my one-bedroom AirBNB condo to get a three-bedroom AirBNB condo. It may be a bigger condo to house more than one boy. We shall see. 
I get to LAX, and as expected, the real love of my life is waiting for me. He hugs me and kisses me in the cheek; he takes my luggage cart, and asks me if I had a good flight. I tell him Business Class is awesome. And then he tells me what was going on at work and with our friends. And that was it. No questions about Thailand, how many boys I got, how much money I spent. He doesn’t ask. I think he doesn’t want to know. He just loves that I am back, and we can go about our lives like Thailand never happened. That Xboy Guy did not break my heart. That DTG fixed it back up and lifted me up. That CB made me whole and dared me to dream about a forever with him.
 
This is why I write about it. I can’t tell my BF, my friends, or my family. They won’t understand why I do the things I do in Bangkok. But you do, right? Thank you for understanding. You’ve been great.
 
I get home and start the tedious task of unpacking from an international flight. As I get settled in the house, and start unpacking my suitcase, I take out the contents of my pocket. I have these items in one of the big pockets in my cargo shorts:
 
A condom wrapper, an unused premium lane ticket, the G’s German-Thai Restaurant owner’s business card, some leftover baht, and a flyer from Tawan -
 

 
Think of happiness, think of Thailand.

Day 18: Me No Like Airports
 
I hate airports. There is nothing about airports that makes me want to go spend any time in them.  Maybe it’s the bad fluorescent lighting. Maybe it’s the zillions of people carrying god-knows-what from the smorgasbord of countries they come from. Maybe it’s the tedious security checkpoints that are full of overzealous security agents, invading your privacy, or make you late for your flight. Maybe it’s the overpriced food, overpriced souvenirs, overpriced water. Maybe it’s the clusterfuck that is the boarding procedure before getting on your flight. It could be a lot of things. It’s actually none of these things.
 
I hate airports because it is a place for goodbyes. And the one thing I hate the most is saying goodbye. I always hated leaving home to go to college and having to say goodbye to my mom at our home airport. The first time I said goodbye at an airport to go to college, my mom could not even speak. She just could not believe that her baby boy is all grown up, now moved out of the house, living in a city hundreds of miles away, and charting his own life and destiny without her. It broke my heart seeing her like this for the first time. But I had to be strong for the both of us. This was the start of my hatred of airports. It’s the place where you say goodbye.
 
I was saying goodbye to Cambodia Boy (CB) today. I have grown close to CB these past few days. I’ve said goodbye to him before, 3 times before to be exact, but this particular goodbye is the hardest. As I have said in a previous post, before this trip, he had the unenviable pressure of providing for his family and paying down their debt. Now he is free of this familial obligation, and is beginning to chart a course for his future. As a result, he is now more confident, more engaged, and free to love and cry and just be a boy with me. I like this latest iteration of CB, and excited in meeting the man he is starting to become because of this newfound freedom.
 
I have grown accustomed to his body, his smells, his attitude, his voice and his laughter. I am used to waking up to him, to cuddling with him, to looking at him, to hugging him, and to kissing him. I have looked forward to eating with him, walking with him, holding hands with him, laughing with him, and crying with him. I have become used to seeing the world with him, talking about the world with him, and experiencing the world with him. Simply, I have grown to love him. And now, it is time to say goodbye.
 
Last night, after our love making, I did my best to pack all my stuff in my suitcases. He did the same, carefully folding his clothes in his duffle bag. When we were done he takes out a figurine from his bag. It is a small wooden carving of an animal (not gonna say what). I recognized where it came from. It was from one of the street vendors in Pattaya, in the courtyard near the Aya Hotel. I bought him a wooden figurine for from that vendor before. I forgot what it was I bought him, but I did mention to him that time that the craftsmanship from this vendor was pretty good.
 
He says it was a gift for me. I take the figurine and hug it, tearing up a bit, and the smiling at him. I’m not only accepting a token of appreciation from him, it’s also evidence of how much our past experiences has meant to him. He was thoughtful enough to give me a gift as thanks, but more than that, he was considerate enough to remember a moment in time between us, a moment we shared in our brief time together. He has just raised the stakes. It has just become that much more difficult to say goodbye.
 
So the alarm wakes us up at 8 AM. I hug him tightly and kiss his back. He is still sound asleep. I go to the bathroom and clean up. I quickly dress and wake him up. He can barely open his eyes right now. Creatures of the night are not used to seeing the morning. I remind him that we have to go to the airport in a few hours. He smiles and purses his lips, asking for a kiss. I kiss him in the lips, the cheek, the neck. He sits up, then stands up to go to the bathroom. I hear peeing, then water, then the shower. I try to tidy up the condo.
 
He emerges from the bathroom in a towel. He takes off the towel and starts putting clothes on. He then takes all his bathroom stuff and puts them in his bag. I do the same for my own bathroom stuff. Once we have finished packing, I tell him we have some time to have breakfast. We head to the familiar Foodland Patpong to get our cheap and quick breakfast. On the walk over there, we were quiet. I was too distracted to think about anything to say. I had a 15+ hour flight ahead of me. I was leaving Bangkok. I was leaving him.
 
We get to the restaurant and I get the usual sacrilegious American breakfast. He gets the same thing and orders fried rice for the both of us to share. The order gets in quick (always in this place), and we devour the food. He breaks the ice, saying that he was not sure how he can get from Suvarnabhumi back to Pattaya. I ask him he has not flown to Bangkok from Phnom Penh? He says he only has taken the bus. I google “airport to Pattaya” and find that there is a bus service at the ground floor of the airport. I tell CB that he can take this. I tell him after I check in my luggage I will take him to the bus counter to buy the ticket. He says he can do this by himself and I do not have to go with him. I tell him I want to know he is safe. He says I care for him a lot.
 
I pay up (450 baht) and we get back to the condo. Everything is packed except for the wooden figurine he gave me. I put it in my backpack as part of my carry-on. Cargo this precious cannot be trusted in check-in luggage. I intend to cherish this forever. I text the owner of the condo telling him I am checking out and will be leaving the key in the mailbox near the lobby downstairs. I do a last check of all the rooms in the condo. No worries about a little bit of trash on the floor, but wanted the condo to not look like a disaster area before I left. I leave the unused water bottles in the refrigerator, as I am sure the next tenant will have some use for this. I turn off both aircon units and turn off all the lights.
 
As I farewell gesture, and still in the privacy of the condo, I walk over to the standing CB and hug him deeply. I take his face and give him a deep kiss. I know I will be saying my final goodbyes in the airport, but I thought I’d give him a more thoughtful one in the privacy of the condo. I look at him in the eyes and tell him that I had a wonderful time, and I thank him for everything. I wished him to be always safe and keep in touch. I ask him when he would want his tip. He said it doesn’t matter, I can give it to him in the airport. I kiss him deeply one last time. I then take my backpack and a duffel bag, CB takes my roller bag and his duffel bag, and we are on our way out. At the lobby I drop off the keys, take a pic of the mailbox, send it to the condo owner, and let him know that I am leaving.
 
We then try to get a taxi in front of the condo. We hail one, he does not want to go the airport. Another one, again, he did not want to go to the airport. Third one, I let CB hail the taxi, this one accepts, and quotes 400 baht to the airport without the meter, and we pay the highway tolls. I accept. I’ve been quoted 500 baht before leaving the Crowne Plaza, inclusive of toll fees, so this taxi was a little bit cheaper. We get our big bags put in the trunk and we settle in the back. The taxi driver is middle-aged, and was fairly quiet during the ride. CB and I were quiet as well, lost in our own thoughts, probably thinking about the moments after saying goodbye at the airport, going about our own journeys home, and our own lives away from each other.
 
There wasn’t a lot of traffic today, at 11 AM on a Monday morning. The taxi cruelly gets to the airport in record time. My hatred of airports intensifies getting to the curb. We get up from the car and collect our things. I fish out 400 baht from my dwindling baht collection in my wallet. We get a luggage cart that was at the curb and CB takes the cart and wheels it in the airport. We find the counters of my airline and my flight and see a line at the economy section. Thankfully I got upgraded to Business Class two days before my flight, so we just slide in the premium line. I hand over my passport, load up my two big bags on the scale, get my passport and boarding pass back, plus the fast track ticket to be able to line up at the premium lanes, and I am on my way.
 
It is still 2.5 hours before my flight, so it was plenty of time to take CB to the ground level to help him get a ticket back to Pattaya. We get to Level 1 and we see a counter that has a bus going to Pattaya with a stop close to the Jomtien area for 120 baht (or 150 baht, I don’t remember). I happily pay and ask the person in the counter what time was the next bus. He said there was a bus leaving in 30 minutes but it was full. We have to wait for the next bus, which is leaving an hour after this first bus. I ask CB if this was OK, he said yes, it’s cheaper than taking a taxi.
 
We sit down in the seats close to the counter. I finally give him his tip. As a Jomtien boy, we have come up with an appropriate fee of long time with him of about 2000 baht a night. I have seen him for about 6 days so I give him 12,000 baht. But I was not done. Since he is Cambodian and have dual currency in his country, I give him an additional $200 in 2 hundred dollar bills (the new ones). I usually use the ATM to get my Baht, but have a reservoir of ($100) dollar bills with me in case my ATM (and my backup ATM) does not work. You cannot be too careful.
 
So this ups his tip a bit to about 3000+ baht a night, more like a Bangkok long time tip.  This is the most I have given him ever, but I felt that he deserved it. I wanted him to enjoy his newfound freedom and start fresh and new. Its kind of strange that I would pay CB one prevailing rate appropriate for Pattaya boys, and DTG another prevailing rate appropriate for Bangkok boys, but they both have given me the same kind of service, the same intensity, the same results, and definitely the same quality, albeit in different ways. So I felt good about paying them the same. I feel it was only fair, even if for CB, it won’t matter to him as much about how fair this is. To him, it is more money and that is more important.
 
When I give him the $200 I tell him this is because of what he did. I tell him he has taken care of me more this time, and I felt that he deserved this. I tell him I won’t always give him this much money, but right now, I think it is appropriate. He takes it and tears up a bit. He thanks me and hugs me, and says he will miss me. I take his hand and tell him to take care of himself. I tell him to message me everyday, even to just say hi, so I know he is safe. He promises and pockets his bounty in one of his front pockets.
 
I sit with him for about 30 minutes, just keeping him company, and not saying much except to look at each other and ask if the other was OK. I think we have said what we needed to say last night, and what’s left is just the horrible task of saying goodbye. When it was time, I get up, hug him chastely, and say goodbye. While I walk away I look back one last time and I see him looking at me as I walk away. I then continue walking to the elevator as it takes me away from him. I try not to look at him one more time.
 
I speed through the fast lane lines for immigration, get that familiar stamp in my passport, and pretty soon I am in the main hall of the airport. When I see this wonderfully impressive display of Thai culture, I know I am leaving this wonderful country:
 

 
Did I tell you I hate airports? It takes me away from the ones I love, the ones I cannot stay with permanently, because I have chosen to live a life separate from them. I love them with all my heart, but circumstances and choices find me saying goodbye to them anyway. They know the reason why I have to say goodbye, even though they may hate it. I definitely know the reason why I have to say goodbye, and I definitely hate it.

Hate to pile on here, but to my knowledge I've never been "scammed" in my 10 years of living between the US and Thailand. In fact, oftentimes when I read stories about scams involving Thai guys, I feel like I'm peaking into a world I am totally unfamiliar with. Now it's entirely possible that this has just been pure luck. But I also can't help but feel that so long as you keep your head on straight and exercise some common sense, you will generally be in a good position.

Twenty years, sixty plus trips and, so far, no scams. I did have my passport stolen  on my way to Bangkok....but that was at Heathrow Airport.
 
I've found Thais very honest. I dropped a wallet in Blue Star Go Go (where Dreamboys is now in Soi Twilight) and one of the dancers ran along the soi to hand it back to me.

You could pick a better spot to have your long day!    HeHehHe

Day 12.5: Boyz Toy Boyz, or The Day I Get Greedy
 
I have a confession to make. Of the numerous times I have been to Thailand, I have not gotten more than one boy at a time. Not I didn’t want to, but simply because the opportunity has not presented itself. I’ve always wanted to go to a bar, look for that one special boy that has a special twinkle in his eye, wait for him to see if he even sees me in the crowd of eager customers, invite him over for some drinking, and some talking, maybe fondling. I like sex, and I like talking, so looking for that special boy that can do both is hard. So I guess I cannot imagine even contemplating looking for two, with my exacting criteria. I concede that if I get two boys, it will be only for sex. Deep conversation may be hard to come by, because three is a crowd, at least in terms of getting to know a boy intimately. 
 
I certainly did not start the night wanting two boys, but Cambodia Boy (CB) asked me over dinner what I wanted to do tonight. I told him I wasn’t sure.  He immediately says “You want to see boy show, I know.” He knows me very well. I say, sure, why not, it’ll get us horny for more later. He then says “You want to off boy tonight? You want threesome?” I didn’t think it was even possible with him, but far be it for me to questions the wisdom of a hardened Jomtien money boy. I ask him “It OK have sex with boy with you also?” He answers “Yes, you are customer, I just follow you.” I can hardly fault his logic, although couching it in “the customer is always right” terms kind of ruins the illusion a bit. I try to get back into the illusion by saying “No, we both must like boy, not only me. I want you to like boy too and make boom boom fun together.” Thailand is the only country I use the term “make boom boom”.
 
He thinks about it, and slowly a smile cracks wide open. No matter what his trials are in life and work, deep down CB is a gay man. He is a gay man who likes boys, with all the libido and horniness that comes with it. The idea of him picking a boy of his dreams to have sex with, instead of customers picking him, is appealing to him. It is appealing to me too. Even though he seems to enjoy our sex together, I am not under any illusion that I am his dream man. I am thinking maybe someone his own age would be his cup of tea (although we are only 11 years apart). Ultimately, what appeals to me the most about this idea is I finally get to see him have sex for fun, not for money, with the boy of his choosing. Sure, it is still under the cloak of me pulling the strings, but this added dimension intrigues me.
 
It is 10:00 PM, we get there before the Boyzboyzboyz show to assess the boy situation. This bar has been a long time favorite of mine, and if you read my February trip report, I spent some time in the bar offing boys that trip. It is a Tuesday night, we go in and the bar is still half empty, so we get a full row for just the two of us by stage-left. My familiar mamasan immediately recognizes me and gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We sit down and get our drink orders. There’s about 50 boys onstage now. About 60% offable for me. The night is getting interesting.
 
Mamasan sits with us and makes some small talk (How long Pattaya, where you stay blah blah blah), but he then immediately turns his attention to CB and says “Your boy very handsome. Where you get your boy?” I don’t answer and give CB an opportunity to respond. Mamasan quickly fills the air with “He from BKK bar right? He look like BKK boy.” I just nod, I didn’t want to blow his cover. Mamasan then asks boy “Are you Thai?” CB shakes his head. “You want work here? You can get many money here you are good looking." CB then says “But I small boy. Everyone here big.” He meant he had a thin lean frame and everyone onstage seems to be more muscular than he is. Mamasan then grabs his crotch, “You no small. I know.” Then points to me “He no get boy small.” CB then blushes a deep red, I laugh at the whole situation.
 
We turn our attention to the boys onstage. There were some boys who I’ve offed in the past who see me and say hi from the stage. I nod to them n recognition. Some of them get off the stage and shake my hand. One gogo boy I have not seen for a year excitedly goes to where we were and hugs me. He tells us he has not worked here for more than 9 months and was excited to see me. We make some small talk. After this is all over, CB whispers to me “Why you know many boy here? You very popular. You butterfly.” I just shrug and say that I like boys, and the more the merrier.
 
I tell mamasan we are looking for a third. Mamasan tries to help us with our quest to off the perfect boy. He remembers what I like, and identifies all the bottoms, and one by one I ask if CB likes them. Some responses: “Too girly. Too manly. Too much makeup. Not my type. Too skinny. Too fat.” He has turned into Goldilocks. I don’t mind though. I like seeing him racking his brain trying to figure out the perfect off for us. He points to some boys and asks me if I liked them, I say they are fine, but are they bottoms? He asks the mamasan, and all his choices are tops. He gets frustrated a little bit. Mamasan drags two boys I haven't seen and sits them beside me. CB takes one look at them and shakes his head. The leave and I laugh.
 
The show starts, with the big cock show. Same same. Actually all the numbers were the same and already reported in my Feb. trip report. During the show I notice a boy I offed last February, the boy in pictured in my avatar here at Gaythailand. I motion him to come over to just to sit with us and not be an off. He comes over and kisses my cheek. He is still as shy as I remember him. He makes small talk and is familiar. I enjoy his warm body beside me. He is only wearing briefs (like my avatar). I turn to CB and make sure he is OK. He says he is and was just watching the show. During the show avatar boy asks me a few questions about my trip and about CB. I tell avatar boy that CB is my boyfriend (not true but true tonight I guess). He looks at CB and doesn’t say anything.
 
The show ends, I give avatar boy 200 baht, generous but I don’t care. We take a good look at the boys again, many good looking guys but it is clear that we are not going to find our third in this bar. I motion to mamasan that we were leaving. He says 800 baht for mine, CB and avatar boy’s drink. Not really sure how the math works per drink but I think this is cheap compared to BKK. I remember drinks being more expensive in the past but I am not complaining. I give mamasan 100 baht for trying to get a boy for us. I leave with CB, and before we leave mamasan tells CB again that if he wants to earn more money he should work at Boyzboyzboyz. Outside the bar CB tells me that he is too shy to parade in skimpy briefs like that, but acknowledges that working here could be an option for him if he wants to make more money.
 
I decide to check out Toy Boys. I’ve only been here once and only because a boy from Grindr who worked there invited me to go to the bar to off him last October. That was fun. CB and I arrive at 11:45 PM and get seated on the left side from entering the door, right at the center. There was a group of 3 farang to the left of us, a lone Asian to our right, and a lone farang right across from us. There were about 20 boys in total onstage and scattered around the bar. Fairly typical selection from the bar. A good selection of skinny to lean to lean muscular boys, mostly good looking and offable for me.
 
I put my arm around CB, to signal to the boys we are a package deal. I look at CB, and he is eagerly scanning the boys. He identifies two boys that he likes. Both light-skinned lean muscular boys, and very cute. He asks me if one can sit with us, I point to the one I like more, and call him over. The other boys cheer on the called on boy. I let him sit next to CB and not between us. I wanted CB to assess the boy for himself first. It is obvious that CB is hot for the boy.
 
I am just enjoying the ambiance of the bar. While CB was talking to his boy, I scan the room. Some of boys are eyeing the two of us, probably wondering what the deal is. I look to our left and see the three farang entertaining some boys, and a few boys come over to them to see if they can sit with the farangs. To my right, the old Asian guy, he was grinning from ear to ear looking at the boys, but did not have a boy with him. He must be in heaven right now. I look at the two boys by the door and they are very good looking with lean muscular frames. Good decoys for the bar.
 
I look back at the stage, there is this boy who is aggressively eyeing me. He is also lean muscular, golden brown skin, handsome and looks young. He looks at me intently, giving me air kisses, touching his crotch, giving me a slow dance. The other boys were just standing there so this boy was sticking out with all his movement. He does this for a while and then gets off stage and leans over and gives me a full on kiss. He asks for my name. I don't answer. I like the attention. He sits on my lap and continues to kiss me deeply. His mouth tasted of whiskey. He guides my righthand and puts it in his crotch. It is an ample cock.
 
I look over to CB and he is intently talking to his boy. I recognize the words, they are talking Khmer. His boy is also Cambodian! That’s interesting. The boy notices me look at CB and shakes my hand and tells me his name and asks for mine. I ask if they know each other, he says no, it’s the first time they’ve met. He asks me if it is OK if he gets a drink, I say it is fine. CB kisses me and squeezes my hand. He points to the other boy on my lap: “You like him?” I say I don’t know, but it looks like he likes me. The boy on my lap then talks to the Khmer boy, the Khmer boy answers with my name and CB’s name, plus a few other phrases.
 
So the boy on my lap is Thai, 20 years old, and is cute as fuck. And very very aggressive. He keeps kissing me, riding my lap, and touching my chest. He keeps saying “I like you. I go with you?” I become hard. A little bit more of this and I leak. He is really selling it aggressively. He is sexy and cute, and at least showing me he likes me. So I mention to mamasan to get him a drink. I get rewarded again with a deep kiss. This boy knows how to kiss well.
 
I look back to CB and he is still talking intently with Khmer Boy. I examine Khmer Boy. He is handsome, looks young as well, and is very fit. No doubt a good third for us. Thai Boy to my right though, is not finished with me. He has taken to feel my erection through my jeans, squeezing my arms, and continue kissing. We might as well be having sex right there. I reach in his briefs and find his semi-erect cock. He guides my hand to his ass. I reach in and feel his warm hole. This boy is quite the salesperson. Maybe rent is due soon, or his family needs help right away, because he is making a very aggressive sales pitch. I don't care. It's working.
 
So a conundrum: who is our third? I ask CB what should I do. CB asks me if I like Khmer Boy, I say yes he is sexy. He says he really likes his Khmer boy, and it’s obvious I like my Thai boy. I ask Thai boy is he bottoms, he says yes.  How much? Short time 1500 baht.
 
I think real hard and decide to split the baby down the middle.  I tell CB what was going to happen tonight. I tell him I will go home with Thai boy first and have my way with him, and then I will Line him to head over to the condo and continue fun with him and his boy. I got greedy, but who can blame me? Two boys, two off fees, not to mention CB and his eventual fee. But it was one of those nights that can only happen in Thailand. And I let it happen.
 
CB, surprisingly, almost business-like, agrees to this crazy plan.
 
To be continued… (sorry this is a long day)

No   I meant your latest post stopped at a very Hot Place in the story. heHe

You need to give up on this Hottest Look BS.  First of all  Boy you may consider Hot, I may not find Hot at all and vice versa.
 
Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder .  Most of the boys I know who have landed long term relationships that have gone on for years have been attractive but hardly Model material.
 
Many of the Boys that looked the Hottest turned out to be the worst offs and just like the boys talk about us , we talk about the boys.
 
I don't know about the rest of us on this Forum but if I was to consider sponsoring another boy , the last thing on my mind would be if he was considered the most beautiful boy by others .
 
Past experience has told me that looks are just one of many things to consider in an off or a long term arrangement.

you are on the roll in this thread LOL
 
Of course you are right, to prove that point it's enough just to read comments in our ' model 'thread when some are salivating over boys,. dismissed by  others right away.
 
I mentioned it already I got great kick when proudly presented my companions to ChristianPFC who invariably whispered ' too fat"

I have spent my time with quite a few rent boys over the last years and I have to back Firecat up on the lowballers there are many people who get a kick out of getting the boy to do most at the lowest possible price. They usually miss out on the really good experiences because the boys hate them and therefore the sex and everything else is a bit crap. This is the case in thailand and everywhere else.
 
As for what sort of class they are im sorry to say its a power trip, so thats got nothing to do with it.It might even be a bit the other way around where someone who is not born with a silver spoon in the mouth has a better idea what the boys life is like.
 
As for the amount of offs off course ( ) only the real superstars off the bars have the chance to get a off most nights. I you do a late round of the bars in off season you will find a ton of boys who most nights are still unoffed at closing time.
 
A lot of the boys I know have farang sponsors who help them every month that seems to be what gets quite a few of them through low season.

few hundred baht is cheap for us,  not  the boys as most of them are living hand to mouth as firecat eloquently and accurately argued above.
 
I got lesson of this last month when was with Tawan  boy in Pattaya. He wanted some fish treat Chonburi region is famous for for his sister. Small jar was 150 and more than twice as much bigger 250. It was eye opener for me to see how disapponted he was by such a difference in price. Of course I bought big one for  him and the thanked me few times for that, even few days later on my day of departure. Did not point all those long time tips but he thought important to thank for that big jar.
 
So those 100 baht companion tips are going long way for a boys.

Day 1: Butterfly Can Not
 
I read Xboy Guy’s line messages. He wanted to know when I will be in Bangkok, that he was in Bangkok, that he wanted to spend one night with me. I thought he was with his farang? I ask, he Lines me this (identity taken out to protect the innocent):
 

 
That sucks. The faring is finished with him, didn't even last a month. I can't say I was not happy with this, though I am now concerned about Xboy Guy and his current state. I think about it, and decide that maybe what I need tonight is someone familiar, since jetlag is a concern. And maybe he needs me after this new development. I'd be more than happy to console him. I tell him sure, come to my Silom hotel. He says he has some stuff to do around the city but will make his way to my hotel as soon as he is done. I say OK. I get a cab to Silom on the Ground level of the airport. Traffic was a little bit of an issue, but I get there soon enough. 500 baht including tolls of 25 and 50 baht.
 
On the ride I text (Whatsapp) a new friend, a farang friend I met in the Gay Thailand forums. He is American, white, from the east coast, and around my age (30s). It is his first time in Bangkok, and would like me to introduce him to the gogo boy scene. I tell him I am not an expert, but he has said that my trip report has inspired him to take the plunge, and he said if it was going to be half as fun as I make it out in the reports, he will be fine. I am flattered that even one person has liked that report, so we make plans to meet for a pre-bar dinner.
 
I shower to wash away the flight’s remnants off my body, and force myself to sleep so I can have the energy to go out tonight and cure some of the jetlag. I only get one hour of sleep in before I get woken up by my phone with this:
 

 
With cobwebs still in my brain and looking like a gargoyle, I force myself in clothes and run to the elevators and pick up the boy. The Crowne Plaza BKK is always complicated for first timer boys. The ground floor lobby is really not a lobby but a waiting area, and the concierge is also there. The 23rd floor houses the real lobby and where you check in. Also two sets of elevators: one to get to the lobby, another to the rooms. I had a Screwboys boys get lost once after a short time off and he had to go back to the room for aid to get out of farang hotel land. I had to escort him to freedom.
 
I see Xboy Guy, looking as devastatingly cute as ever, and still sweaty as ever. We get up to the room and he promptly takes off his shirt and towels off the sweat. He then takes off everything else, lays on the bed, slips under covers and said “You sleep? I sleep with you?” Being the polite guy I am, I immediately take off all my clothes and lay beside him. Feeling his skin against mine, I immediately remember why I got so attached to him. I try to get back to sleep but pretty soon I feel something that takes me away from my need for rest. I lift the covers and there it is, his hard cock staring at me, daring me to use it. I guess I’ll sleep when I dead. He has not showered, but still smells fresh. The slight boy scent he has developed after being outdoors all day has me going crazy. We kiss, we suck, we rim, we jack off, he chuck wows me to completion, and sits on my cum soaked chest and finished himself off on my face. He races to the bathroom, soaks up a towelette with water and promptly wipes up all the cum on me. It was a lot, and the towelette is soon soaked with more cum than water. He disposes of the towel, plops himself back to bed, and sleeps. What a pro.
 
We sleep till 6:50 PM as the alarm wakes me up. I wake Xboy Guy up and ask him why he is here. I thought you were with farang boyfriend? Why are you here? He said “Don’t worry. No problem.” I ask more about farang, he deflects and was not too forthcoming. I don’t pursue. We have dinner plans 7:15 PM with Forum Member PNGguyBKK.
 
PNGGguyBKK is a cool guy. He is American, like me. He is in his early to mid 30s, like me. And he is a horndog, like me. But he is white, unlike my mixed Asian heritage. He lives at a nearby SE Asian country and is eager to try the BKK gogo boy scene for the first time. I am more than happy to help out.
 
We meet him at 7:30, and I apologize profusely for being late, saying that the legendary Thai lateness has rubbed off on me. I introduce PNGguyBKK to Xboy Guy, and off we go to dinner. We pick G’s Bangkok, the German-Thai restaurant on Silom Soi 4. I always like this restaurant because the food is good, the beers are great and you can just roll into the Soi 4 bars after dinner. PNGguyBKK picks fried rice, I pick some crab thing, and Xboy Guy picks his eternal favorite Tom Yum. We get great beers and have great conversation.
 
In between PNGguyBKK and my American ramblings, Xboy Guy is able to contribute to the conversation as well. I am a little bit impressed. In February, we could not have a straight up conversation without Google translate. Now in June he can talk without needing his phone. Still pretty basic English, but enough to be in the conversation. We talk about SE Asia, work in Hong Kong, California, PNGguyBKK’s east coast state, the recent Orlando shootings, and the bar scene here. The always entertaining owner of the restaurant (sorry I forgot his name), came over and talked to us. Always charming and made us feel at home. Very pleasant dinner overall.
 
We then go to the bar next door, Telephone Pub, and get some drinks to start the night. Great conversation all thoughtout. Xboy Guy cradles my hand the whole time. Sometimes putting his arm around me, sometimes puts his arm over my crotch. Of all the possibilities that BKK has to offer tonight, of all the boys that await my Baht and sexual urges, Xboy Guy has put all that to waste with his own charms. He sometimes asks for a kiss, or pecks me in the cheek, or lays his head on my shoulder. At this rate, I may not off any boy ever again, and I will be fine. This is enough for now. This might be enough for forever. My BF is a distant memory tonight. I’m playing a dangerous game.
 
Day 1 To be continued

Yes I'm here in the sex tourist Mecca
I find the long 24 hour journey rather arduous and I did not look forward to it at all, but it passed smoothly enough. The first leg Manchester - Abo Dhabi was good. I had a spare seat next to me and I watched rather a nice movie about Eddie "The Eagle" Edwards who overcame difficulties to become Britain's representative in the Calgary 1988 Olympics Ski Jumping, an event in which no Brit had competed for many years.
From Abu Dhabi to BKK I was sandwiched between two large guys although one was young and making his first trip to Thailand. I always enjoy giving newbies the benefit of my vast experience !.
Suvanapoom to Pats was incredible for its speed. My flight landed at 18.25 I was one of the first off the,plane and there was no queue at immigration. My bag came onto the carousel quickly and I rushed down to the bus desk thinking I would have to wait and maybe take a taxi. The guy greeted my with "you go now bus ready to start". I paid my 120 baht and jumped aboard and in 1 hour 40 mins I got off at the South Pattaya Road junction. Onto a motor bike taxi and a further 10 mins I was in BT checking in at the Ambiance at 20.50.
Mind you my mood was not helped when I saw the Pound:Bart rate of 47.10 - drop of 10% compared with last week. Increased my anger about the OUT referendum vote !. Bloody Idiots not listing to many experts who warned about the downsides of leaving the ECok
After sorting myself out a quiet beer at Oscars was in order. Ideally I should have had an early night to recover but that's not possible as a party was in full swing although BT was very very quiet numbers wise.
After a while I decided to check out Cupidol as from this forum I heard that twinks were in evidence there which proved to be the case. Inside were about 25 boys on stage of which 6 were in the Twink category.
One was soon sitting with me sipping a boy drink. He was 20, blond, nice and smooth, and from Cambodia. No English apart from "you off me please", which I did. Later we chatted using Google Translate
 

 
I suprised myself by putting up a good performance in bed sans viagra, fucking him twice during the night. This might have been due to his kissing, rimming and sucking skills, which were well developed.
I was very satisfied with his service and rewarded him with 2000 baht, which is at the top end of what I will pay.
 
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I can kick this off.
We live 9 km from Surin City in my partner's home village and made the chose 5 years ago.
My partners mother had passed away and he wasn't close to his father so we could have lived anywhere in Thailand.
He didn't own any land, so that didn't dictate the decision.
My initial inclination was to live by the sea, but after looking at the price of a decent apartment with a sea view and comparing it with the price of land (we bought 10 rai) and the cost of building a spacious house we settled on the village option.
I was 64 years old at the time, living in the UK with my partner, retired with no wish to continue working.
I have always liked having dogs around me so a house with a big garden was a major consideration.
The house build was started in October 2012 by an English builder who was expensive compared to local builders but it was massively worth paying the difference in price for ease of communication and his daily supervision of the works. We moved to Thailand December 2012 and the house was finished 3 months later.
Looking back:
My partners sister lives very close by and she is very helpful, she will sleep at our house when we have holidays and look after the dogs.
The people in our village are very friendly, the Headman is very helpful and the village is clean.
The ability to subscribe to UK TV is important.
It is a very peaceful and relaxing life.
Partner is happy living close to his sister and amongst friends (although he would go back to live in the UK tomorrow).
Drawbacks:
Only one other guy can speak English in the village and my plans to learn Thai haven't really progressed.
We do meet other Farangs socially but it means one beer or glass of wine or one of us being the driver or a taxi. Guess this is similar to our own countries.
Back in the UK I enjoyed playing bridge (badly) but I haven't been able to interest anyone in playing here. 
 
For us it was the right decision but it has worked principally because of my partner's personality and his wish always consider me and make me happy.
I am aware that the rural life works for us but could be a disaster for others.

I get it !. That is his opinion and evidently yours. Some may have an opinion that taking photos from other sites and posting them on a Gay Site are acceptable. Some may not?
 
Some consider taking advantage of poor boys in order to have Sex with them is unacceptable. Apparently you do not. You like many others travel thousands of miles not to see temples but to screw or be screwed by Thai Boys. I do the same. We all find ways to justify what we do but moral outrage about fully clothed photos being posted on a site where only people like you and I visit is just plain ridiculous.
 
Where was your outrage of all the Tawan Photos being posted. Maybe their mothers and fathers and brothers will visit this site and see their photos. And if they are reasonably intelligent will understand they sell their bodies.

True I've had a lot of practice.  In Pattaya I assume every boy is a Moneyboy , maybe part time but still interested in money.
 
I start off with first contact telling them what I like , and if the photos are questionable, I ask for more.
 
Boys who only Top will not respond .  Boys who don't especially like kissing will probably reply anyways hoping to satisfy me in other ways which they usually do.
 
I don't waste my time meeting them somewhere else. I have them come to my room..  In hundreds of meetings, I have had 2 occurrences of theft and really my fault for not putting things in the safe.  I find the %'s of honesty are overwhelming in my favor.
 
I make it plain if they don't look like the photo I will send them away with ZERO BAHT.  That weeds out the boys using someone else's photos or very old photos.
 
Now far be it from me to say every meeting is wonderful. Chemistry and respect are important.  Some are average and some are wonderful and many are in between.
 
I try not to set up dates in the future .  Thai boys are notorious for no concept of time.  I try to say come in 30 minutes or 1 hour and I make sure they give me phone number. If they ask for  mine I give it.  I can easily block them if they call me afterwards when I am not interested.
 
I think your chances of a successful encounter from an APP are at least as good as going to the Bar.  The boy has to spend money to come to you and if you have made it plain to him , that he must look like the photos and do certain things or he risks getting nothing.
 
Boys in the Bar will promise you anything and they are already a winner. You paid to off them which they got some credit for and you undoubtably bought them a drink which they got credit for so even if you are unhappy they win.
 
The boy who comes to your room risks getting ZERO if he does not look like photos or do what is promised.
 
 
I'm not saying that boys in the Bars always promise less then they deliver , just that it happens as often as it does with the APPS.
 
I understand why people like Bars for a selection etc and some people enjoy drinking and possible might even see a worthwhile show the first time anyways.
 
I'm just trying to show why using the APPS is a worthwhile exercise and if you do some basic things, it is likely you will be happy.

Thought I'd post a few photos of just a couple of the magnificent  buildings here.  Might Have to change my mind about Grindr. Some real cuties showed up last night and I am meeting the boy in the photo later today.
 
Lots of free boys here if you want to go with 30-40 year olds . I am spoiled , I like them 18-24 and quite comfortable paying but others may feel different.

I had a friend that owned one of the largest and most successful escort agencies in New York City.  He always told his clients to never fall in love with a hooker as the relationship will always be about money.  You can wine and dine a hooker and buy them a BMW and even a house. But, in the end, the money is the crux of the relationship.  
 
(I am just glad my boys love me for me and not my money as I am different than anyone else.)  LOL

Rent the slutty & uncouth ones by the hour unless they learn to behave.

If the older guy in the OP accepts that it is his 'Good Heart' (and open wallet) that his boy loves then perhaps all is well.
 
I am older, overweight and decidedly not a 'hansum man'
 
My little cherub is primarily interested in my wallet, I know that.
 
I am primarily interested in using and abusing his body, he knows that.
 
As long as we can each accept that it may yet prove a mutually convenient 'match made in heaven' LOL

I guess tip the cleaning staff because I see them so often during my stay, whereas I don't have anything to do with the other people you mentioned. But you're right - a tip doesn't necessarily mean they do a better job.
 
And I forgot about the 300 baht minimum wage, so no, it wouldn't take them a month. My mistake.
 
Tipping has always been a difficult issue for me, as I grew up in a country where tipping is unheard of. I remember when I first went to Hong Kong. The first morning I went down to the restaurant for breakfast and got great servuce. The second morning the waiters completely ignored me. WTF?? So I asked a fellow guest what was going on. It was because I hadn't tipped them the day before. He told me what the appropriate tip was, so I promptly doubled it. From then on, I was treated like royalty.
 
Because of that experience, I now tip generously if I am in a situation where I want to be well treated. And it works every time.
 
I look at it this way : I do not consider myself to be a rich person rolling in money. What I do know is that, like many (most?) others here, I am doing ok and I have more money than these guys could ever dream of. So why not spread a bit of it about? 100 baht is nothing but it is a meaningful sum for many of the locals. If someone goes beyond the call of duty to make me really happy, then that 300 baht tip is, I'm sure, much appreciated. It's doubled his daily pay. Next time I go back, I know I'll be well treated and he'll get another, albeit smaller, tip from me. We are both winners and to me, that's what is all about. I don't want to be in a situation where I'm the only one who walks away with a smile on his face. That's hardly fair.
 
But I'm not a charity. If someone is going to get a tip from me, they have to do something to earn it. That's why the mama-sans get nothing.
 
I'm also not one of those farangs who goes into a bar and just throws his money around. The boys see such farangs as basically stupid, although, of course, they are more than willing to benefit from such stupidity. On a number of occasions I've seen customers throw handfuls of money onto the stage and then watch as the boys all pounce on it. How degrading. Where do they think they are? In a zoo feeding starving animals?
 
And while I'm on my soapbox, I also hate those farang who flaunt their wealth in front of the boys, taking out their phones to show them photos of their house, car, etc. Look at me! I've got all this money and you don't! How pathetic. Don't they ever take into account how the boys must feel?

Great to see all members new and old coming to and making first posts etc. The only way a Board survives is by not only adding members but encouraging them to post their questions and experiences.
 
All of us can learn something even someone like me who thinks he knows everything ? HeHeHe

Hi I just came back from Pattaya and I had boys from 3 bars in BT and 5 in sunee and all of them i tipped 1200 except a dud who i gave 1000. Not a single one of them seemed the least bit annoyed by the size of my tip as they all were very thankfull after i paid them.
I have very rarely been asked about the size of the tip by a boy before we go to the hotel and the few times i have I have always said 1000 minimum and extra if we have a good time. I have only once had a boy complan about a tip( 4 year ago) and only because he later found out his friends had gotten more out of me. So they do talk a lot about what you do and what you pay. 
My dud was by the way the same one with the very hard wanking motion hehe
 
Ish