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This topic title is a really place holder for a complete report.  I'm just back home after twenty-five hours of airports and planes and a subway returning from Bangkok.  I intend to respond to Vinapu's gentle prodding and write a full report (well, maybe not quite full) and begin posting it in the next few days.
 
I put "Seredipity" in the topic title as my original plan for this visit had to be scrapped.  I decided to just go and see what happens..."go with the flow".
 
So before I pass out from lack of sleep: some thanks to the Forum for giving me ideas to find the "flow", both naughty and nice.  Specifically to Vinapu for his comments on The Raya and his report prods, Numazu for travel tips too numerous to enumerate,  Ryanasia for his Pattaya report, Moses for his Siamroads guys, DivineMadman for hanging out with me and for being a Michelin guide to massage, and especially to PaulSF a legend among the boys whose PMs are always a joy.
 
That's it for now...some unpacking of both clothes and memories and I'll put the memories here as they emerge.

Day 3.75: That One Night I Thought I was in Myanmar Again
 
So anddy, GT forum member extraordinaire, ShanBoy, Myanmar super twink, and I, Bangkok butterfly, were sitting in X-Size, after a fairly disappointing gogo boy show. ShanBoy, my off for the night, comes back in a long-sleeved shirt and pants, and ready for me to take him back to my condo. He sits back down in the middle between me and anddy. Upon closer inspection, his long-sleeved shirt complimented his lean frame and abs. The cut of the shirt was very flattering. anddy mentioned that he looked as sexy in briefs as he did in full clothing. He tells ShanBoy this, in Thai, and he giggles in response.
 
I check my Line and see that gtnewb, the other forum member who we were waiting on to come, has said that he was about 10 minutes away. As we wait for him, ShanBoy notices that I was a little bit of sweat on my brow, so he instructs the mamasan to aim one of the fans in the bar towards me. I tell him to not worry about it, but I appreciate his considerateness. He is more and more turning out to be like BurBoy every minute I spend with him.
 
I signal to the mamasan that we need to settle the bill.  We weren’t staying in the bar and will leave as soon as gtnewb gets here. I pay for 2 drinks (mine and the boy’s) and the off fee, totaling 1300 baht. anddy pays for his drink. I ask one last time if he was offing a boy. He said he was good for the night. After a few more Line messages, gtnewb emerges from the stairs the lead up to the bar. I stand up to greet him and tell him we were leaving so we should all head out. We all go down the stairs and back on Soi Twilight.
 
As all four of us make our way down on the Soi and we talk for a bit. We pass by Fresh Boys and anddy happens upon one of the boy hosts from that bar and gets greeted. “Old friend?” I ask smiling. Indeed, they knew each other. We all got to talking about the White Party. The boy host, a Cambodian, said that he got tickets to one of the nights at the White Party. I told him about my plans and said that we would probably see him there.
 
Once we leave the Soi and get to Surawong, we all bid farewell to anddy. I was a little bit tired and anddy had plans next day, so there was no DJ Station of G.O.D. for any of us tonight. As anddy headed back to Soi Convent to rescue his motorbike, gtnewb decides to walk with ShanBoy and I back to the condo. We decide to cross the street, with ShanBoy carefully guiding me with a supportive arm on my back (just like BurBoy!). We make our way west on Surawong and cut through Patpong to get back on Silom.
 
While we walk gtnewb and I talk and make introductions. It is always nice to meet forum members, and gtnewb was a real newbie in the Bangkok boy world. As with most others I have met through the board, he has liked my trip reports, so he said it was a treat for him to see in person one of my offs as I took him back to my place. He apologized that he was late and couldn’t make the show. I told him he didn’t miss much. Before we decided to meet, I made him promise to buy me a drink over sharing some stories, but right now I was also eager to get intimate with ShanBoy, and being a little bit tired meant just going home. In hindsight I probably could have shared one drink with him before retiring. Oh well.
 
We get to Silom and we bid goobye to gtnewb. He was leaving tomorrow so this was it for him for now. I then turn my attention to ShanBoy. It was just him and me now. I’ve offed a boy a fair number of times now, but it never gets old. Catching him looking at me, still studying me and probably trying to figure me out, as we try to make small talk, is always filled with nervousness and excitement. As we continue west on Silom to get back to Soi 3, he puts an arm around my waist. He likes to get close, even in public. This bodes well for the night ahead.
 
I ask him if he wanted to eat. He looks at me for a minute, not understanding. I motion my hand, as if feeding myself. He smiles and says no, “I OK.” rubbing his well-abbed tummy. We duck into the 7-11 by the condo anyway. I get some waters and some snacks. I point around the aisles, and ask “You want?” He takes a frozen meal and have it heated up by the cashier. I pay up and we head back to the unit. He carries the groceries, just like BurBoy.
 
We get to the room and I take the groceries to the fridge as I instruct ShanBoy to eat. He sits on the couch and sets his meal on the table. I take him a water bottle and he proceeds to eat. I check on the bed sheets in the washer/dryer and see that there were still damp. I curse the dryer for a little bit before I restart the dry cycle. I guess we have to wait a little longer to get to know one another in bed. I take some snacks with me and join the already eating ShanBoy.
 
I try to make conversation with him, but his English was almost non-existent. What I could coax out of him, with the help of Google translate, motion talking, and some patience, was good. He said has only been doing this for a few weeks, so he was still brand new to the job. He said the job was “so-so” but has been overall good to him. His parents were still back home in Myanmar, but he was looking forward to going back there in a few months.
 
His mentioning Myanmar gave me an excellent idea. I whip out my phone and quickly transfer the wholesome photos of the Myanmar trip so far in a folder in my phone. Of course I had to take out the ones I had of BurBoy. The majority of his photos were wholesome and touristy, but some were of course more risqué and sexy. When I transferred all the photos I needed, I show it to ShanBoy, telling him that I was just in Myanmar today. He enjoyed looking at the photos, especially of Shwedagon and any photo with Burmese writing in it. I told him, as well as I could with the limited mutually intelligible vocabulary we had between us, that I very much enjoyed and admired his country, and find the people really charming and a joy to spend time with, present company included.
 
This was of course coming from a place of truth. Having already witnessed BurBoy’s caring and hospitality, as well as thoroughly enjoyed exploring and experiencing Yangon, I felt that so far, ShanBoy was living up to Myanmar’s favorable reputation in my head. He was sweet, and charming, and not to mention very sexy. For someone I did not envision offing at the start of my visit to X-Size, this turned out to be a serendipitous turn of events.
 
Checking the dryer timer, there was still 50 minutes to wait till the sheets were dry. I try to explain this to ShanBoy and he understood. He gets up to clean up the food wrappers and containers that were left of our little meal. He comes back and cozies up next to me on the couch. I put my hand under his shirt and caress his abs. It was truly a wonder to admire his hard work. I ask him if he goes to the gym. He says “little bit” but he says he does hundreds of sit-ups a day. I wish I had that kind of discipline. But then again my job performance does not depend on how I look (I think). He certainly takes care of himself.
 
I tell him to sit on my lap while we wait. He stands up and slowly sits on my lap. He weighs almost nothing, and fits right at home sitting on me like this. I know its kind of awkward for him to sit like this, but he doesn’t show it. Instead, He kisses me, very very deeply. I put my hands on his back and under his shirt and explore. I can feel the smooth skin, his shoulder blades, his sinewy muscles. When he comes up for air I stare at his face.  He sees me staring and winks. So cute. I caress his hair. I smell his neck. I savor the boy without taking off his clothes. We had time to kill.
 
He asks me if I wanted him to shower. I told him not yet. But I would help him out of his clothes though. I first take off his shirt. I play with him for a while and then ask him to take off his pants. The sight was pretty nice:
 

 
and it feels even better. The intimate time, without having sex, was pretty nice actually. ShanBoy was the perfect boy to play because he was very sweet about it. And it was all because the sheets weren’t dry enough to use yet. It all works out in the end.
 
The washer/dryer buzzes telling us the sheets are dry. I point to the washer and ShanBoy gets off me and we both take the sheets out of the dryer. We both put the sheets on the bed and the pillows. Its nice to see ShanBoy put on the sheets in his underwear. Even doing household chores he looked sexy.
 
There was only one thing to do before sexy time. I was waiting to see if he was going to invite me to shower with him. He takes my hand signaling that yes he wants to shower together. He doesn’t give me the soap down that I usually get with BurBoy, but I got to at least spend some quality time with him in there.
 
We get to bed and I get sleepy fast. The past three days have finally caught up to me. I hold him close and say something along the lines of being too tired for sex. He may not have understood me, because he takes his hand and puts it on my cock, giving it a gentle tug. He kisses me, and I surrender to the sensation. With this boy in my bed it was not possible to say no. No fucking, just the other things. It was enough for tonight. It was more than enough for tonight. This is just what I needed.
 
We clean up and sleep to end the day. I dream about Myanmar.

Day 3.5: The Score is Boy: 1, Bar: 0
 
After escorting Tao to the lobby so he can leave the condo, I head back to my unit with a sense of glee. My muscles and joints were humming with the melody of renewed energy, having just had a great and relaxing massage. A mixture of hormones was coursing through my veins, a combination that can only be produced when you just had a deep and erotic tissue beatdown, satisfying and explosive sex, and the jitter hormones that can only be produced at the nervousness and excitement of meeting a cute boy for the first time. There was no other feeling like it in the world, and I was feeling that right now, all at the same time.
 
I quickly get back down to earth when I get back to the unit and go into the bedroom and see the bed. The sheets and pillowcases where all smeared with massage oil! I quickly gather the sheets and lay it next to the washer/dryer. My clothes weren’t done drying yet so I had to wait. These sheets need to be cleaned before my next boy, whoever he may be. It was 6:30 PM and I had two hours to wait for laundry and relax before dinner time.
 
I had plans with anddy, a forum member, to get dinner and then see a gogo boy show. He was going to pick me up at the condo because he wanted to see what the condo building looked like inside. Soon my clothes are done drying and I put in the bed sheets for a wash. I fold my laundry and tidy up a bit in the unit. Finally I take a shower and get ready for dinner.
 
anddy Lines me to say that he is at the lobby. I pick him up downstairs and we shake hands. I have been messaging with anddy on Line months before, but this is the first time we are meeting. As a farang local who does not usually visit the gogo bars, he has a unique take on Bangkok and partying. We are going to hang out later this week at the White Party. But now some introductions and some dinner.
 
We get up to the condo unit floor and he remarks how big the condo actually is from the inside, since it looked like just a narrow mid-rise building from the outside. My unit was one of the 1-bedroom units on the corner so it was larger than the other 1-bedroom units I’ve stayed at in this building. I give him a tour of the small unit.
 
We finally head out to dinner. He brought his motorbike with him so I just hopped in the back to get to our dinner destination.  anddy uses backroads away from Silom to get from Soi 3 to Soi Convent, where our restaurant was, the Hai Somtam Convent:
 

 
It is ranked #336 out of 9433 Bangkok restaurants on TripAdvisor, so if the reviews are to be believed, it is a top 5% Bangkok spot, which is good. anddy thought I needed some authentic food, so from the looks of this place, that can be definitely be found here. I let him order. Since it was later in the night, certain items were not available anymore (including steamed rice). He chooses fish, a corn salad and a pork salad:
 

 
We were brought some sticky rice in lieu of the regular kind. The fish was kind of boney, the rice tough, but the conversation was lively and interesting. I learn about his life here (which I told him I envy, to a point). He learns about a few things about me, mostly about work and the Myanmar trip. I was supposed to meet him last April, after my Phuket week with BurBoy, so it was funny that he was supposed to meet BurBoy even 8 months ago. But I told him he will have his chance in a few days at the White Party.
 
We finish dinner and pay up. We consider our next steps. Since it was only 9:45 PM, we decided to go to Silom Soi 4 to get a pre-gogo bar drink. He parks his motorbike on the side of the road and we walk our way to Soi 4. I am partial to Telephone Bar (which is on the left side when walking in from Silom) for no apparent reason other than the name, so we get sat down by the numerous staff waiting for us there:
 

 
I order my usual, the Espresso Martini, which is coffee mixed with your usual martini mix, with some coffee beans in the drink for garnish. anddy decides to try it as well. Like I’ve always said, the Espresso Martini is my pick-me-up before hitting the gogo bars and possibly having some romp in bed with the boy of the night. anddy seems to like the drink. We talk and people watch and wait till it was time to head over to Soi Twilight:
 

 
There was really one bar in my mind tonight: X-Size. If you recall I was in this bar last September, unable to off this Viet boy:
 
 
So I am heading back there, to see if he is still there. I already knew I was going to off him, so I hoped and prayed he was there.
 
We head inside there were barely any customers. A mamasan leads us to our seats, right in the center of the non-smoking section. There were probably about 3 or 4 more customers there, so it was really dead. It was in the middle of high season, and even if it was Monday night, there should be more customers right? We get asked our drink orders, and I see that the stage was bare, so the show must be starting soon. I quickly scan the room and no sign of Viet Boy yet.
 
Since anddy was the farang in our party, he got all the attention from the mamasan. He explains to the mamasan that I was American, so I get a handshake and a welcome as well. The boy show starts and it was sort of unremarkable. So unremarkable that I even forget what was in it. It probably had the usual things like dancing gogos, big cocks and a lady boy lip sync or two. But it was really lackluster, and due to the lack of audience, it was thankfully short. My long-time theory is that the performers get paid by the performance, so it meant if there was no audience, and no income from drinks (which is really a cover charge), that there was no money to pay the performers, and therefore fewer and shorter performances.
 
With the show over, the boys get back onstage to advertise their wares. I waited till all the boys were onstage, and still no sign of Viet Boy. I was kind of disappointed. I had my heart (and cock) set on this boy that I could not think of any other boys to be interested in out of the ones onstage. anddy was busy admiring the boys. I asked him who were his top picks. He told me he could only think of two who were his type. He points to one, and then another boy, who I stared at for a few minutes.
 
He looked very young, maybe 18-20. He had a very sweet face, and nice fresh haircut. He was very lean, but had some serious abs and chest definition that caught my attention. I looked at him, and he looked back and smiled, if ever briefly. I smile wider and he returns the favor. That was a cute smile. I look at anddy and tell him that his second pick was really adorable.
 
I get a Line message from another forum member, gtnewb, who is from from a nearby Asian country and is visiting Bangkok as well. He tells me he is in the area and would like to meet up with us. I tell him where we were and to join us here. He said he would be coming in 20 minutes. I tell him we will wait for him.
 
I turn my attention back at the boys. I hesitated a minute, kind of still disappointed that the Viet Boy was not there, but with some encouragement from anddy and the mamasan, I call on the young boy I was making googly eyes at. He heads over to our party and sits beside me. I instruct him to sit in between anddy and I, so we can “inspect” him together.
 
He smiles at me, and smile back. He asks me for my name, and I give it to him. He tells us his name. I ask where was he from, and he said he was from Myanmar. Quelle coincidence! I guess Myanmar has followed me here as well. Maybe all the Burmese boys I have been admiring in Yangon has seeped into my subconscious, and I pick the first Burmese boy that looks my way, now I am without BurBoy for the moment. So lets call this boy… BurBoy2. Too confusing? OK, lets call this one ShanBoy.
 
ShanBoy was a total sweetheart. He quickly takes my left hand and cradles it. He squeezes it once in a while. After a few minutes he gets comfortable with me, and he hugs me, rests his head on my shoulder sometimes, and winks at me whenever he catches me staring at him. He must be taking tips from BurBoy. And his torso is out of this world, very ripped and abs aplenty. And of course the face, which is what really sells it for me, is super cute and super sweet.
 
When ShanBoy put his arms around me to cuddle with me, I point this demonstration of affection to anddy. I ask him “Are all Burmese boys like this?” Very affectionate and attentive. Maybe I unconsciously off the same boy, or at least the boy that has taken residence in my head for the moment. I ask ShanBoy what he does in bed, and of course he says the magic words: “Everything!” anddy approves of this boy 100% as well. Looks like the stars are pointing to me offing this boy. I ask ShanBoy to put on clothes so that he can go home with me tonight. I didn’t even ask him if he could do Long Time tonight. His actions were enough for me to know that he would stay with me as long I wanted him to.
 
So let's find out if he does, next post...

Day 3.25: Gentleman’s Intermission
 
Gentleman's Intermission - When a middle-aged man or older takes a break from his marital duties and spouse and acts like he is single without any responsibilities or obligation to his family or spouse.
 
That’s the definition in Urban Dictionary. Thailand has always served as my Gentleman’s Intermission. Though not yet middle-aged (unless I die at 70), I do use Thailand as a break from my duties as a loving BF of 8 years. I do not hide anything from him, and he knows why I go here. No shame. Just fun. It has worked for 2+ years now.
 
Now that I find myself in a relationship with BurBoy, the angelic, innocent, 23-year-old Burmese boy, I yearn for another Gentleman’s Intermission (G.I.). I have successfully "Inceptioned" my relationships (have you seen that movie?). I am about to embark on a G.I. from the Burmese boyfriend that is in my G.I. from my American boyfriend. This time though, BurBoy does not know. It would break his heart if he knew. I told you I am not a good person.
 
This intermission is brief, lasting only two nights. So I am making these two nights count. No time to waste! My flight gets me to Bangkok without a hitch, and I immediately turn on my Thai phone and activate my internet for 399 baht a month. I have talked about this in a previous trip report. I have given my Thai number International roaming so I can top off my SIM card using my American credit card before I get to Thailand. I really only need 400 baht per trip to get internet, and I get it right away once my plane is on land and within cell service.
 

 
I have signed up for a “blind date” courtesy of vinapu, one of our invaluable forum members. He has recommended and fixed me up with a massage boy. He was in Bangkok earlier in December and when I asked for a boy that could knead away my troubles, he recommended Tao, the massage boy from BBB Inn. I don’t normally give out the names of my hires, but since this has been discussed in my massage thread before, I feel that the cat is out of the bag. Please do not harass him about this report.
 
I call it a “blind date” because I am hiring the guy sight unseen, except for a few photos (some racy) in Line, that Tao has sent my way. I am basing my faith on this boy from the glowing reviews from vinapu. While he was in Thailand, vinapu got Tao’s phone number and I plugged it in my Line, and pretty soon I set up a massage date with Tao at my condo, 1 week before my arrival.
 
After my successful AirBNB stays in the past, I decided to keep staying in condos this trip, at least the stays in Bangkok. I lucked out that I happened upon this 20% offer for AirBNB gift cards that expired December 17:
 

 
I decided to buy a $1000 gift card, paying only $800. That meant I got 20% off stays that were already $40 a night. It really means I got 20% additional stays. With $1000 in AirBNB, booking my 10 total nights in Bangkok would mean using a lot of AirBNB.
 
Usually before any Bangkok trip ends, I always make sure I had at least 2000 baht saved in my wallet to keep for the next trip. This 2000 baht will be useful for the taxi ride to Silom (usually 500 baht), as well as the occasional bottled water or bite to eat. I do not want to waste time getting my money changed, or using an ATM, at the airport. So from immigration, passing through baggage claim with all carry-ons, and zipping through customs, I get down to the 1st floor and get to the taxi line and press the button on the little machine to get the ticket that tells you which taxi to take. I say three words to my taxi driver: “Silom Soi S̄ām” to get to my AirBNB condo on Soi 3 on Silom Rd.
 
More on my condo later, but I get to the condo without much traffic on a mid-afternoon Monday. 500 baht later I am meeting up with my host for my condo unit. I have rented from him in the past so everything was fast and efficient and pretty soon I was shoving all my dirty laundry in the washer/dryer unit in the condo. I made it a point to only get condo units with laundry this time because of the small amount of clothes I took this trip. I set it to wash and dry cycle, and it looks like it will be done in 5 hours.
 
I leave the condo to get a haircut, badly needed for nicer tour photos and the White Party, I check Cutey and Beautey in Thaniya Plaza, my usual go-to, and see that they were busy. I get down to the 1st floor and see that the haircut place there had a few spots for me. I walk in and get my 300 baht haircut, giving a 20 baht tip. I then go to the closest Krungsri Bank ATM, very recognizable by its bright yellow color, and withdraw their limit for the day (30,000 baht). Getting as much cash as possible limits the amount of 200 baht fees I have to pay. I shouldn’t worry though: my Charles Schwab ATM enables me to get money around the world and get those 200 baht fees refunded anyway. And my bank does not charge anything for those withdrawals.
 
While this was happening, I have been Lining Tao. I tell him to meet me at the condo at 3:30 PM. I walk back to my condo and go by the 7-11 closest to the condo building to get some toiletries (soap, shampoo), waters for me and the boys, and some snacks I have come to love when visiting Thailand. I go back to the condo unit and unpack the groceries and take a hot shower before Tao got here. He will be here in 15 minutes and I wanted to be ready, even if “Thai time” meant he will be here a little bit later than that.  At 3:30 PM Tao Lines me to tell me that he is leaving BBB Inn to get to my condo. So he is probably 15 minutes out.
 
I get a Line message from Tao, telling me he is at the lobby waiting. The condo is designed to require a key card to get to the elevators, operate the elevators, and then of course to enter the unit. It was not like most hotels where visitors can just go directly to the room door. Also, most Thai hotels require unregistered visitors to leave their IDs with the guard at the lobby. No such checks at the condo. You are treated like a resident and can have anyone you want in your unit.
 
I meet Tao and find a pretty pleasant young guy waiting for me at the lobby. The photos he sent were pretty accurate. He was a little bit taller than I am, lean with strong legs, and a great smile. I shake his hand and lead him back to the unit. I offer him a bottled water which he gladly accepts, and we talk for a bit to break the ice. He asked me about my plans for Bangkok, I told him about Yangon and the White Party and all that. I asked him about his employment at BBB Inn. I ask him if they knew that you were with a customer. He said yes, outcalls were part of the job.
 
I then tell him that I have showered already, but if he needed to shower, to feel free to use the facilities. He disrobes immediately in the living room, carefully placing his pants and shirt on the side of the chair, to expose a healthy and nice looking ass. His cock swings out of his briefs and looks good enough to take care off. Oh the possibilities. He goes in the bathroom and I hear the shower turn on. I wait for him to finish before I disrobe for the massage.
 
He finishes and emerges wrapped in a towel. He takes his oils, as well as condoms and lube, to the bedroom. I go in the bedroom and start taking off my clothes. He positions one of the bigger pillows at the foot of the bed as my chin and head rest while I get the massage. He asks me to lay on the bed, lying on my front, and resting my chin on the pillow. He applies oil on his hand, rubbing them together to warm them up, and applies oil on my back.
 
What follows is an outstanding massage, with a lot of pressure, and concentrating on some problem areas on my thighs, lower back, and forearms. At certain points I would almost fall asleep, because his massage was very relaxing and soothing. I usually do not like massages, because I am very ticklish, especially in the groin, lower back, and feet. But the amount of pressure he applies was such that my ticklishness went away, and was taken over by relief and relaxation.
 
And then the “yoga” portion of the massage was next. He sat me up to bend me and to crack my joints. He folded me to bend me all the way back to the bed. He remarked that I could bend very far. He tested how bendy I was and was impressed that I could put my forehead all the way on the bed while on a cross-legged position and my arms up, intertwined with his arms. He proceeded to bend me every which way, since he knew I could do it. It was fun to get intimate with his body while getting my own body a workout.
 
I get laid back down and he continued massaging my back. He sat on the small of my back and I could feel his cock settle on my back. He sat on the bed and worked on my right arm, and then he guided my hand to his cock so I can squeeze it. I worked on it, my hand admiring its shape and texture, and then felt it grow in my hand. He worked on my other arm and I did the same thing. I felt it grow to a full and respectable size and enjoyed playing with the foreskin. I felt that I was getting hard as well.
 
He asks me to lay on my back to continue the massage. My cock was in full attention, as his was as well. He works on my arms, hands and thighs, but there was no denying that the sensual part was coming soon. There was no question that sex was going to be involved. It was agreed upon beforehand, that sex, and what type, was preferred by me. He knew what to do, and in hindsight took out the guesswork on his part on what I liked.
 
He starts by licking my nipples, both of them. He takes his oily hands on my cock and expertly strokes it. He must be a master at this, because I almost came as a result of his efforts. He kisses me, tentative at first, but deeply eventually. It stopped being a massage and it turned into a full on sexual encounter. I rimmed him, for a while, before it got out of hand. We rolled around, covered in oil, kissing, touching, grinding. The oil added an extra dimension to the usual thrashing around that sex required. Such thrashing cannot be done on a regular massage table.
 
He took a condom and put it on my cock. He applies more oil on my cock and oils himself up. He sits on my cock, and does enough thrusts for me to quickly cum. He has done a good job priming me beforehand, so it took almost nothing to make me cum. He chuck wows himself while I am still inside him. He cums all over my chest. We both laugh at the mess we made. He tells me that we should shower together, so he can get rid of all the oil that can be trapped in the nook and crannies.
 
After the shower I put on some underwear and a shirt while I watch him put on his clothes. We talk some more about my plans for the next two weeks in SE Asia. I tell him that I will have my Burmese boyfriend over the next time I am in Bangkok in a few days, but there might be some time tomorrow if I needed another massage. He said to just Line him. He then told me that there might be a farang that needed him tonight. I tell him he is getting a lot of work this high season and congratulate him.
 
I give him 3000 baht, the agreed upon amount. The housecall, the tremendous 2+ hour massage he gave me, the great sex afterwards, I’d say he was worth every penny. He kisses me in the cheek and then realize that I need to escort him downstairs to operate the elevator. I put on shorts and see him on his way.
 
On to the next boy…

Day 3.0: Coughing my way back to Bangkok
 
Before we retired for the night, we talk about the next few days. I am going to Bangkok tomorrow, to spend two nights there. After Bangkok, I will be meeting with him in Mandalay, to continue our Myanmar sojourn. I know where I will be staying in Bangkok, but BurBoy does not know anyone in Mandalay. We both look at Agoda and survey the hotels there. BurBoy did not want anything fancy, just somewhere to spend the night. I tell him to treat himself, so I start looking at fancy hotels.
 
BurBoy is taking the bus to Mandalay, so we decide on a hotel that was close to the bus station. After arguing about which one for a while (he really didn’t want an expensive one), we settle on the hotel Hotel Myat Nan Taw Win. It look decent from the photos:
 

 
and it was $31 a night, hardly something that would break the bank. It had free breakfast and it was a 7-minute walk from the bus station from google, so it was perfect for BurBoy. The beauty about booking from Agoda is that you can a) prepay the whole stay and b) put the reservation in someone else’s name. BurBoy calls the hotel to confirm that there are no credit cards needed on the stay (he doesn’t have one), so we make the reservation and print out a copy of the Agoda Booking Voucher that shows the whole stay is prepaid.
 
I wake up at 6:30 AM feeling refreshed from the very deep sleep I got the night before. Its rare for me to not wake up at 2AM or 3AM while getting over jetlag. Nothing like a tiring day of touring, eating, and sex to combat the time adjustment. I untangle myself from BurBoy’s embrace and head for the French doors that accesses the balcony. I take a photo of the sunrise:
 

 
I quietly try to start packing for the flight. BurBoy begins to wake up anyway. He gets out of bed, fully erect, and gives me a big bear hug from the back. We both look at the sunrise as his hardness presses on my back. “I fuck you na?” thrusting his pelvis onto me, simulating fucking. I laugh and tell him maybe when we are in Bangkok. I don’t like bottoming but I fully intend to do it for him, at least once. He has been asking for it since Phuket 9 months ago and I think it was time.
 
But not right now. I wasn’t ready, more mentally than physically. What I was ready for is to take care of the huge boner that BurBoy had. I kneel down to put it in my mouth. I work on it for a while before both of us head to bed to finish each other off. We kiss, give some more oral, and then chuck wow together. We kiss for a while and then see BurBoy dart into the bathroom to pee. I follow him and he says “Cannot pee pee if cock strong.” I laugh. We shower together as per usual.
 
We have breakfast again at the Emporia restaurant in the hotel. We finish and decide to check out the other hotel features we did not have time to enjoy because of our compressed schedule. We look at the grounds and see that the hotel had a lovely pool:
 

 
We go back to the room to pack and then check out. They had a maid inspect out our room to see if we used anything in the minibar (I didn’t even check if they had a minibar). We get the all clear and I tell the concierge we need a taxi to the airport. We wait at the front till the taxi arrives. When it does, we put our bags in the trunk and pile in the back. BurBoy tells him some things about our destination and off we go. He told the driver that our first stop was the bus stop so he can get catch his Mandalay bus, and then dropping me off at Terminal 1 at Yangon Airport. The driver quotes 9000 kyat for the whole trip.
 
As we drive off, I hear the car’s engine barely keeping up with the road. After 5 minutes the driver pulls over at the roadside, telling BurBoy something in Burmese before leaving the car to get some water. He gets the water, opens the hood of the car and puts water in. BurBoy strokes my arm while we wait. Not a good thing to happen when your trying to make a flight. The driver quickly gets back in, apologizing profusely and then we kept on driving.
 
After a few minutes the driver and BurBoy talk for a bit in Burmese. The driver then gets in a raging coughing fit but still kept talking. I squeeze BurBoy’s hand. Its funny that both our car and driver were in poor health right now. In between coughs, the car also sputters forward. The driver then stops again to open the hood of the car to put more water in:
 

 
Lots of apologizing, lots of coughing, and then we were on our way again. We stop for a third time for a water break for the car. I turn to BurBoy and I tell him maybe we should get another taxi. He says “I think OK. Wait please.” I trust him. The driver gets back in, cough and all, and we speed away.
 
BurBoy talks to Typhoid Mary for a little bit. After a few exchanges BurBoy smiled. Pretty soon we get to BurBoy’s stop and the driver gets out to get BurBoy’s bag. BurBoy finds my lips and gives me a kiss. He tells me the driver is cutting the fare by 1500 kyat because of the stops. Now that made me feel bad for thinking bad about the driver. People just trying to make a living of course. BurBoy takes his bag and then heads off to the sidewalk to the bus station. We head off to the airport.
 
On the way the driver decides to chat me up. In broken but understandable English he asks me where I am from and how I liked Yangon. I said - American and - thought his city was charming and beautiful. He then talks some more, before asking me how did I feel about our then new President-elect. I told him I really did not care for him. He laughed and then coughed and then laughed-coughed again. He says that is what everyone says when he asks about the then president elect. He has asked Americans, Europeans etc. He feels that no one likes our soon to be president. I told him there were enough people that liked him to vote him into office. He says Democracy is not always great. I agreed with him. Typhoid Mary/survey-taker made a great point. They are struggling to make Democracy work here.
 
We get to the airport with 2 hours to spare. I give him the previously agreed upon 9000 kyat. He smiles and shows me his bettle nut stained teeth and shakes my hand. He takes my luggage and offers to carry it in but I told him there is no need. I point to my own throat and say “Take care ok?” He makes the OK sign with his right hand and he speeds off.
 
Check-in was a breeze. The male airport employees were in longyis so that was a nice touch:
 

 
I was informed that the flight was an hour late. The blight of travelling in high season. I did enjoy checking out the new Yangon airport terminal. Very modern, high ceilings, nice lights:
 

 
Going through immigration was also a breeze, and so un-Bangkok like. Inside the facilities were modern as well, and could be found in any other decent airport terminal in the world:
 

 

 
Whie waiting for my flight I decided to get an iced coffee at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, because I am an ugly American consumer, and because it was next to my gate:
 

 
While I wait I open up my Grindr. I have been opening my Grindr discreetly in various points of my Yangon stay, just to scope out the lay of the land and the available boys and get a feel of the numbers. I have received a bunch of messages, probably 70% from free boys who just wanted to hook up, and probably the rest money boys. I’ve gotten far into the conversations with some, even to the point of meeting. I could not meet of course:
 

 

 
I even received a message from a Money Boy who greeted me a “Sawadee krub,” though he was Burmese:
 

 
Maybe he thought my Generic Asian Face™ was Thai (even if it was clear in my Grindr ad that I am American).  We go on a back and forth and I really just wanted to know what he was willing to do and for how much. We exchanged some photos, and he was very good looking from the photos. He said that he can do everything, and he said that the tip was up to me. I told him I won’t be able to see him today but will keep his contact on Grindr when I do go back.
 
So it’s nice to know there is always gay company in the city if I found myself back here. Online (and from fellow members) you can find that Yangon has quite a few gay massage places as well (https://www.travelgayasia.com/yangon-gay-massage-spas/). Coupled with the one gay dance night per month (https://www.facebook.com/EventsYG/) you can probably manage a somewhat gay stay in this not-so-gay place. Its probably not the first thing to come to mind when thinking of gay hotspots, but Yangon is a city hard to miss if looking to go on a quick getaway (or a visa run, or a quick jaunt with your Burmese boy longing for a trip back home) that is close to Bangkok.
 
So I get on my flight. Bangkok Airways, same gross meal, same old plane, same decent service. Pretty soon we are descending onto Suvarnabhumi, an airport I have come to know very well. Let’s see what this short, two-night detour brings.
 
Next up, wasting no time at all…

Day 2.75: Yan-Gone to get some Christmas Dinner
 
We stood up from our sitting position at Shwedagon Pagoda as the sun slowly makes it way to another hemisphere. Kyaw takes his phone and shows me the itinerary described in the tour guide listing, and then tells us that we have accomplished all that was promised in the tour. However, he continues, the car and himself where still ours for the day, and we can still squeeze in a few more stops if we wanted to, like to dinner, or the mall or market, or a museum.
 
I thank Kyaw for being very attentive and thorough in our tour. I look at BurBoy and then Kyaw and tell him that it was a very full day, and we are tired and were ready to end the tour and retire to the hotel. He nods and then suddenly apologizes to both of us. He says he is the usual Spanish speaking guide, and his English was weaker in comparison. I rattle a few Spanish phrases that I know (the best that California public education can buy I guess), and tell him that his English was great and BurBoy and I had a good time. I shake Kyaw’s hand and thank him for the good tour. Kyaw and BurBoy talk for a while, with some laughter and some bowing, and then we all head over to the elevator to get us down to our car.
 
I take off my longyi, because I really was kind of unsure with wearing it the whole time. We get to the ground floor and sat down to get our slippers back. BurBoy hands me a moist towelette packet and tells me to “clean feet” with it. I look at the soles of my feet and they were pitch black from the dirt on the pagoda floor. Small price to pay to see that thing. I see some tourists go in the bathroom to wash their feet. There was a trough I saw in the bathroom when we were in there before heading up to the pagoda, where people wash their feet in with a handy hose beside it. I figure the towelette will do for now. Surprisingly it worked well, my feet were clean, at least to look at. I shall have to shower in the hotel, of course.
 
We find our car and make our back to the hotel. There was some traffic on the way, but it wasn’t Bangkok congestion level gridlock. Kyaw explains to us the reason why there aren’t any motorbikes allowed in Yangon. The traffic is bad enough without them, the motorbikes will just make it 10 times worse. I tell him about Bangkok traffic, and then show him a photo of the Phnom Penh traffic filled with motorbikes (one I took shown in the previous trip report), and say that there must be something to that. I did say that the middle class seemed to be a force now since they can afford to buy cars. Kyaw agreed, but mentioned that there are still many more dirt-poor people who can’t get out of poverty, even after trying their luck in Yangon. There were simply no jobs for the unskilled that paid a basic living wage.
 
Before we get to the hotel I Line BurBoy a question: “Tip for Kyaw?” BurBoy sees the message and looks at me and shrugs his shoulders. The tour was already close to $200, but maybe a small token of appreciation would be in order. I debate this for a little bit, and soon enough we are at the hotel. We get off the car and as I was reaching for my wallet, I see Kyaw wave at us and the car speed away from us. I was not able to give him his tip! I tell BurBoy and he says it’s probably OK. I did not feel good about it but let it go.
 
We get back to the room and BurBoy calls dibs on the bathroom by yelling “Toilet!” and taking off all his clothes. I sit down on the hotel room couch and start taking off my clothes. Before disappearing into the bathroom, BurBoy heads over to me and gives me a sensual kiss. I give his flopping uncut dick a squeeze and he smiles widely and tells me “Bathroom na!” I let him do his thing while I put my feet up. After 15 minutes he emerges naked with his towel over his shoulder, hair tousled. He tells me he needs a haircut in Bangkok before the White Party. I give his cock another squeeze (how can you resist a flopping uncut cock just swinging like that) and then I get in the bathroom to do my thing. I take particular attention to my feet, since it bore the brunt of the dirt today.
 
I finish showering and see BurBoy under the covers, watching some Myanmar TV. I turn off the lights and join him under the covers. He tells me “Tired na.” I was a little bit too. He turns off the TV and then snuggles with me. I am not the cuddler type, but with BurBoy I turn into one. He hugs me, being the big spoon, and we fall asleep this way.
 
An hour later I wake up, with an amazing feeling on my cock. I feel a hand stroking it, already hard with the sensation. I turn around and BurBoy was wanting it now. Being woken up to sex is the best feeling in the world, especially if its from someone like BurBoy. I turn around to kiss him. He kisses back, very deeply, deeper than I’ve ever felt from him.  He sits up, laying on my crotch, grinding his ass on mine, and continue kissing me till he is satisfied that I have fully woken up. He pulls back and smiles, and the darkness could not contain his expression of glee that was in his face.
 
“You fuck me na?” he asks. I could not say “Yes!” fast enough, as if saying it too late would ruin the moment. He takes his hand to his mouth and wets it with his spit, and puts it on my cock to wet it. Was he wanting to put it in bare? A few adjustments and indeed that was he was trying to do. He successfully aims it and starts working it in. Before it got any further I stop him. I take my hands to his waist and gently lay him down the bed. I grind on him for a while before heading to the bathroom to get condoms and lube.
 
I put the condom on and kneel on the floor to eat him out. I could do this all day. I take some lube and prepare for the main event. I put it in, slowly at first, and then ram it in after I knew it would be fine. He squirmed a little bit, but soon he took his right hand to guide me deeper into him. I thrusted, and I thrusted, and he moaned, and he moaned. I cum quickly, and profusely, inside him. I continue fucking him while he chuck-wowed. He came on his stomach, his hair, the bed, seemingly everywhere.
 
We go to the shower together for our usual soap down. I tell him gently that bareback sex is probably not a good idea for us right now. He said he knows but he said I was "good boy” and probably don’t have any problems. I am far from a good boy.  If he knew what was good for him he would stay far away from me as possible.
 
We get dressed to get some Christmas grub. Today is December 25, and after having a great, more Myanmar-authentic meal last night at Christmas Eve, I decided to give BurBoy a more western-style Christmas dinner for dinner tonight. There was a lot of more western-style dinners around Yangon. This article from 2015 shows the various choices: https://www.myanmore.com/yangon/2015/12/christmas-eve-dinner-guide/. Chatrium (our hotel), Parkroyal, Novotel, Inya Lake Hotel, and other places had offerings ranging from $25 to $96 for one person.
 
I chose Chatrium because hotel guests get 10% off any food and drinks. Their offering was a Christmas Buffet with all the western meats (turkey and ham!) and drinks (bubbly) that one would expect in any Christmas buffet spread out west. The Chatrium was really got into the Christmas spirit, judging from their extensive Christmas offerings: http://blog.chatrium.com/chatrium-hotel-royal-lake-yangon-celebrates-its-christmas-tree-lighting-ceremony-donation-and-jingle-mingle-tourism-networking/.  Apart from the buffet they had tree lighting ceremonies, some charities, and even offer on sale Christmas Log Cakes for $15, and a Roasted Christmas Turkey for $130.
 
We head over to the Emporia Restaurant in the Ground floor and get seated immediately. We get asked, in English, what drinks we wanted, and BurBoy answers, in English “Myanmar Beer!” We were then welcomed to the buffet. Lots of Christmas trimmings on display, including a gingerbread house:
 

 
Apart from the traditional buffet items like various Myanmar curries, rice, sushi, and noodles, I enjoyed the pasta station that they had and got some a yummy creamy Alfredo fettucini dish to enjoy:
 

 
Many festive displays in the food as well, including mini-Santa clauses in the ham:
 

 
BurBoy was like pig in shit, taking samples of almost every yummy morsel that was on offer. When it comes to food, we both have our favorites, but in general we just enjoy any food that was offered, and loving, and enjoying, food, is one of the many things that contributed to our success as a couple. This was his meat plate, a sampling of duck breast, beef sirloin wrapped in bacon, and some sliced roast pork. Meat probably accounted for the majority of the price for this buffet, and I am glad that he was making the most of what was being offered:
 

 
We get to our table and find our Myanmar Beer just waiting for us on our table setting with Christmas colors:
 

 
We dig in gladly. I look around and notice that the customers where half farang and half Asian, presumably some Burmese. There was a band in the restaurant singing some ballads, thankfully not Christmas ones, and people were just enjoying the holiday ambiance and the dinner. I only went back for some dessert. BurBoy went for seconds and thirds, or course. I was just happy that he was enjoying the more western-style spread.
 
After dinner we go up to the lobby level and I take this photo of the restaurant. It was also to 10 PM and there were still some customers enjoying the spread:
 

 
We linger in the hotel lobby area for a little bit, admiring the Christmas décor and the mood over all:
 

 
We take a short walk outside, near the lobby, just to burn off a few calories off of our meal:
 

 
As we head back I notice this display on top of the door by the lobby:
 

 
It looked like some gold and green mistletoe-looking things in the display, so I tell BurBoy about the tradition of kissing someone under a mistletoe. He tells me “I no want kiss you now. In room yes.” I laugh. Out of the all the sentimentality of what Christmas brings, BurBoy still was mindful enough to be understanding about Myanmar sensibilities. I just give his shoulder a squeeze and we head back to our room.
 
And yes, the first thing he does in the room give me my kiss. That's really all you could want for Christmas.
 
Next up, I leave BurBoy for Bangkok, Day 3.

One of the reasons that I, and perhaps others have not been commenting is that we are quietly sharing your awe and wonder at your travels, and for me at least a sense of envy in that I wish I had your energy and adventurous spirit whilst on holidays rather than just skulking amongst the fleshpots of Pattaya. Makes me realise just how much I miss out on on my holidays.
 
So pleased feel encourage to keep posting, we are living your holiday with you. 

Day 2.5: It puts the “Stupa” in Stupa-ndous
 
Stopover 8: Shwedagon Pagoda
 
Despite my poor pun construction in the title, there is nothing poor about the next, and last, stopover, in our full-day tour: the Shwedagon Pagoda. Few other things rival the Shwedagon in terms of audacity and history. It’s the number one attraction in Yangon, and co-number one with the Bagan Temples for the whole country (Tripadvisor). It is number 3 in the most impressive Buddhist temples in the world (Touropia). It’s the oldest Buddhist stupa in the world (Royal Historial Commision of Burma). The lists are numerous and legion.  And despite reading about all the superlatives that have been hurled onto this great structure, there really is nothing like visiting the real thing.
 
This was a great article as a primer to read before going to the pagoda: http://www.mmtimes.com/index.php/lifestyle/10135-their-weight-in-gold-how-material-wealth-creates-spiritual-energy-in-some-of-the-world-s-costliest-holy-places.html. Its amazing that the umbrella alone on top of the pagoda is already $3 billion. Add that that the amount of gold on the stupa itself and the peripheral structures on the platform, various jewels, and other precious things, and you can imagine the amount of money that has been invested on this structure throughout the supposed 2+ millennia it has been in existence.
 
So our car parks in front of the Shwedagon Pagoda complex. As we walk to the entrance, Kyaw tells me facts about the whole complex. The pagoda is built on a hill, to give the structure more height. And its true, because the pagoda dominates the whole cityscape of Yangon, and it’s the only other thing you see if you look skyward in any part of Central Yangon. By the way, building structures on a hill is the opposite of having big cocks on men. It’s actually more impressive to see a big cock on a smaller guy, versus a big cock on a taller guy. Its all about perspective with that one.
 
We head into the building where we take off our slippers and go through the metal detector. BurBoy had the presence of mind to take my longyi with him. “For photo,” he tells me, knowing that the tourist in me would love to have photos in front of the pagoda wearing a longyi. We head over to the bathroom and he asks me to step into the longyi. I do as told and tell him I forgot how to tie it (Silly farang). He drapes the longyi around my waist and ties the longyi with his arms around my waist. He kisses the back of my neck and we head out of the bathroom. Oddly intimate for my first longyi wearing experience.
 
We get to the elevators to get to the top floor to the base of the pagoda. We cross a hallway and then a bridge and then there it was. BurBoy and I immediately go to it and take a shit ton of photos. First just the pagoda, then alone in front of it, and then with Kyaw’s help, the two of us. After that was out of the way, we actually LOOK at the structure, and appreciate the craftsmanship and money and gold this structure needed to make such a wonder exist. A photo:
 

 
There is definitely a lot of gold in that photo. But looking at the bottom of the photo are the various bright colors of the local’s clothing. The stupa was a sight to behold, for sure, but what completes the experience is watching the people who make the pilgrimage to this religious site. I would probably guess that 70% of the visitors are locals, and the rest are tourists with their more drab colored-clothing. With such grandeur and audacious display of wealth, you sometimes forget that this is a religious monument.
 
And the faster you figure this out, the better the experience is. BurBoy was looking for a gold leaf vendor so he can add some gold to one of the structures in the complex. He finds one that sold a small square of gold leaf for 1000 kyats (80 cents). Devotees re-gilding the pagoda and its peripheral structures have been growing in popularity as the middle class in Myanmar also grows while the country continues to prosper. BurBoy tells me this is his way to pay his respects to the Buddha, and says a little prayer while he applies his gold to a nearby structure. I watch BurBoy’s devotion with a sense of calm. I let the cool breeze tunneling through the base of the pagoda wash over me and bring me some peace, albeit temporary.
 
We do a circuit around the pagoda and see the various structures that surround it. Temples, mini-pagodas, Buddhas, and other religious monuments that perfectly supplement the big structure in the center:
 

 

 

 
Out of the hundreds of Buddhas in the complex, this lone, simple, pure Jade Buddha to me was the most impressive, and most soothing. I just loved staring at it. It gave me tremendous calm:
 

 
Lots of locals paying tribute, kneeling, applying gold leaf, saying a prayer, and various monks scattered in the complex, hanging out or admiring the religiosity of the surroundings:
 

 
When I get tired of staring at all that gold, I turn to people watching. And by people, I mean boys. (Sidenote: Throwing in some wholesome boy photos makes the post more gay-adjacent. Since this is gaythailand, I feel it is my duty to do this for you guys. I already have the photos anyway. And nothing sexual about this, only admiration.)
 
Boywatching #3 - Shwedagon Edition:
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
I am even throwing in a boy farang:
 

 
Maybe it was the combination of the gold, the people, and the religious surroundings, but the sun setting on the horizon seemed more soothing than other sunsets I remember. BurBoy and I sit on the floor and bask in the sun’s rays for a while. Kyaw sits with us and we just share in the quiet, meditating about the day’s activities, and thanking whoever is up above that we get to partake in such supreme serenity.
 

 
Most unique Christmas Day I have ever experienced, by far. And it is not over yet.
 
Next, Merry Christmas Yangon.

Thanks. The purpose of posting all this information is to demystify Myanmar for the prospective first time visitor. I have found it extremely easy to visit and tour and explore. And this is only Yangon. There is Bagan and Mandalay next.
 
 
 
 
Good editing goes a long way, even it means putting blank spaces between paragraphs, or the headers on every stopover. My Boywatching series is an offshoot of my creeper shots that I take on my phone just randomly. There is a lot of beautiful things out there in the world, and it is not just the actual locations that are worthy of an iPhone camera shot. There is a reason I bought the 256 GB version of the iPhone.
 
 
 
You said this about Phnom Penh. I guess like that city, Yangon is on its way to be a more developed city. And yes, its pretty obvious where we are going next. If there really is only one thing you see in Yangon, it will be the next stopover in the tour.
 
 
 
How do you like it? How do you like it? Sorry, I couldn't resist.
 
Just an observation so far: the trip report has a lot of views and clicks like my previous ones, but it has less discussions/engagement from members than before. Are people just content reading my ramblings? Is it that boring? Nothing controversial to discuss? Everyone is just busy in the beginning of the year? I remember having the questions about the cost of what I bought at the GAP in my first trip report. Or a discussion about trip insurance in my last report. 

Day 2.25: Lunch and a MyanMarket
 
Stopover 4: Lunch at Monsoon Restaurant
 
Lunch is included in our full-day tour, so Kyaw, our intrepid tour guide, asks me if I had any preferences in food. I told him that since I flew thousands of miles to be here, I would love to have some authentic Myanmar food. With all the walking we have been doing, Kyaw notices that I have been sweating, so he suggests a restaurant with aircon in south central Yangon, Monsoon Restaurant:
 

 
We get in at 12 noon at there were no customers yet. The waiter greets us “Mingalaba!” and we all answer the same. Kyaw interjects and he mentions his tour company to the waiter. Maybe he gets discount for this meal for bringing tourists. We get seated and the waiter looks at all of us and looks at me and gives me a menu, and then everyone else. He asks me, in Burmese, something. BurBoy answers for me, and then the waiter asks Kyaw the same thing. In 5 minutes the waiter brings water, and BurBoy’s choice for our drinks, Myanmar Beer!:
 

 
He knows me so well. We drank a lot of that last night. We look at our menus, and they even had a Christmas menu:
 

 

 
BurBoy suggests to me a few things. We decide on a bunch of curries (chicken, mutton, and fish cake) and a papaya chicken salad (which BurBoy says is more Vietnamese than Burmese).  As we wait for our food, the restaurant slowly fills up and pretty soon it was almost full.  The customers were mostly farang but a sprinkling of locals also came. It must be a popular spot. Our food comes and it was all yummy:
 

 
I’ve been used to BurBoy putting food on my plate so I can try everything, and today was no different. When I take a bite he asks if I liked the food. He might be concerned that I would like Myanmar food. I always assure him it is yummy, and it was the truth. While eating I notice that the staff were all young men in their early 20s. Boywatching #2:
 

 

 

 

 

 
There were probably 10 of them today. They were laughing and having fun behind the counter. If this was in Bangkok and at night it would be probably be a sexy restaurant. I am imagining that this restaurant turns into a gay bar at night. It might as well, they already had the staff for it.
 
Oh, and the food was fabulous. I highly recommend this restaurant.
 
Stopover 5: Colonial Buildings
 
One of the interesting things about Yangon, the former capital, is the amount of British Colonial buildings still intact, in some form, in the central part of the city. A map I found online shows the buildings, mostly on Strand Road:
 

 
Some choice photos here. When I sent these to my BF, he asked me if I was sure I was in Asia, and not England:
 

 

 

 

 

 
Some of the buildings are in some sort of disrepair:
 

 

 
There is some effort going on to restore the crumbling titans, some with outside help, much like the restoration efforts at temples of Angkor. The pedestrian overpass on Strand Rd that takes one to the Myanma Port Authority serves not only for crossing the road, it’s a good vantage point for taking photos.  We stop by the Yangon Central Post Office. It was closed today (because it was Sunday, not because it was Christmas Day), but we were still able to go in:
 

 
Inside were your usual counters for the post office, as well as a map of Myanmar showing the different “states”:
 

 
Kyaw, BurBoy and I talk about the map for a while. They both tell me where they come from, and then the other states and what famous things can be found in those places. BurBor tells me I look like I could come from Kachin or the Shan States. Closer to China and Laos/Vietnam.
 
We all walk to all these buildings, and it was a pleasant walk and the sun was not much of a problem with a slight wind cooling up things a little bit. There is quite a few patches of construction going on along the way, probably a sign that the city is getting a healthy dose of investment. I’d love to go back in 5 years and see the difference.
 
Stopover 6: Maha Bandula Park and the Sule Pagoda
 
At the end of our stroll through the Colonial wonders, we step into Maha Bandula Park, or Fytche Square during colonial times. We admire the foliage and get to the center to see the Independence monument, which replaced a statue of Queen Victoria after independence on 1948:
 

 
There were a lot of locals sitting on the grass and enjoying the winter afternoon. Some were eating, singing songs, taking selfies, or sleeping. I was tempted to hang out with them but we had some touring to do. We get to the end of our walk and see the Sule Pagoda, the site of various uprisings and brutality, due to its accessibility and it being central to the city:
 

 
Our car was waiting for us in front of the pagoda, whisking us away to our next stopover.
 
Stopover 7: Bogyoke Market
 
The Bogyoke Aung San Market, named after the father of Burma (and Aung San Suu Kyi), is probably Yangon’s version of Chatuchak Market in Bangkok:
 

 
It’s a large market, and good for some souvenir shopping. Lots of clothes, jewelry, longyis, lacquerware, figurines, and tons of other things. I got a few souvenirs, mostly to commemorate my Yangon touring, but not too much. I am usually not in a shopping mood at the beginning of a trip. BurBoy was looking for a backpack but could not find the right one he was looking for. But he did find something sweet:
 

 
That was a lot of sweet things. Mostly rice, coconut and palm sugar desserts, BurBoy asks me if I wanted any. I told him to get enough for both of us, so he chooses a good variety and pays for it. He gets a good sampler platter:
 

 
Kyaw asks us if we wanted to get some coffee to rest our legs and eat our dessert. I told him I wanted to get coffee at the Strand Hotel, the famous luxury hotel that originally opened in 1901. We get there and the new renovation shows:
 

 
I wanted to get to sample their high tea but they only took reservations today. It was a fairly popular thing to do. We were directed to the hotel café right next to the restaurant and BurBoy and I ordered a coffee:
 

 
We ate our 20 cent Burmese dessert while sipping our $4 British coffee.  While eating Kyaw was enjoying being in the Strand because he said this was his first time to be here since the renovation. He was telling us how nice the renovation was. I tell him how expensive the rooms here were. He tells me it makes sense, how else could they afford such nice renovations?
 
It was 4 PM and Kyaw tells us it was time to go to our last stopover, the crown jewel of Yangon. BurBoy smiles at me widely. He is eager to visit this place, and has waited for me to see it even if he has been here a week. He said he wanted to experience it with me. I’ve never been more excited to visit a temple in my life.
 
So next, so much gold, and so many boys.

Day 2: Trains and Buddhas
 
I was really really exhausted from the flights and the jetlag, because I slept 9 hours straight, without waking up in the middle of the night, as is usual for me when jet-lagged. The alarm woke both of us at 6 AM. We had a full-day tour of Yangon today at 8 AM, so we wanted to get a good shower and breakfast in before heading it to get to know Myanmar’s biggest city.
 
When pressed for time, I don’t leave touring to chance, and I always want to see as much of the city as I can because god knows when I’ll be back here. Since I am here in the middle of high season, the country was crawling with tourists, and if I left my tour to chance and booked it when I got to Yangon I may be S.O.L. So I go on viator.com, the tours and activities booking company, to see if there were good full-day Myanmar tours. Doing a search yielded some promising ones but not a lot had reviews. I found this that had one good review: https://www.viator.com/tours/Yangon/Private-Full-Day-Yangon-Tour-Including-Circular-Train-Ticket-and-Lunch/d5412-19985P23
 
I paid for two people (me and BurBoy) and booked it for today. I had BurBoy call the tour agency yesterday to confirm the tour.
 
We have a quick shower, sadly without cumming, but with some horseplay and stroking and kissing at least.  We start getting dressed and I ask him what clothes should I put on. I knew we were going to the pagodas today and wanted to be respectful. BurBoy told me to just wear shorts (he knew I preferred it) and he will bring my longyi with us so if needed I can put it on. He puts on pants and we head over to breakfast.
 
I liked the authentic Myanmar food last night, but I am always partial to a well-stocked international breakfast buffet. I was not sure that breakfast was part of my stay but when we got to the Emporia restaurant I was assured that it was part of it. We get to our table and get asked for our drink orders (coffee and orange juice). The restaurant had a very modern décor with a nice “pagoda” in the middle.
 
We peruse the offerings and see the usual western meats (bacon – hard and soft, sausage, chicken). An omelet station:
 

 
a healthy smattering of surprisingly yummy pastries:
 

 
and a lot of Asian options like congee, fried rice, and some Burmese curries:
 

 
We dive into the feast and tell BurBoy that we will need all the energy we can get for the tour ahead. He asks me where we would be going on the tour. I whip out my phone to read him the tour description. He gets excited with the list.
 
We finish breakfast and head over to the lobby to wait for our tour guide. We meet out tour guide Kyaw (pronounced Jaw). He welcomes us to Myanmar. BurBoy corrects him by talking to him in Burmese. They talk for a bit and then Kyaw switched back to English to tell us what our itinerary for today. It sounded full and ambitious but he assures us that it is all doable. We get into a somewhat older but clean and reliable car. BurBoy and I get in the back. While we ride to our first destination, Kyaw tells us, in English, about Yangon, its British past, its current incarnation (population, losing Capital status, surrounding poor towns etc). Fairly informative. BurBoy interjects in Myanmar at times for clarification. We drive to the outskirts of Yangon, presumably because we were going to go back into Yangon in style:
 
Stopover 1: Yangon Circular Train
 
This was a treat for me. I love doing things that the locals only do (and a few tourists like me). This circular train was Yangon’s version of the BTS, and fairly cheap at 200 kyat a person for the shorter ride (18 cents). It is popular with low-income locals and because of its circular, 45.9 km route, it can go to the furthest reaches of the poorer towns that dot the landscape outside of Yangon:
 

 
We enter a non-descript building where I encounter some Myanmar signs:
 

 
Kyaw buys us the tickets and keeps the ticket stubs, in case a ticket inspector asks for them in the train. I wonder how the computerized ticketing works here:
 

 
We get to the tracks to wait for the train. We see a lonely boy waiting for the train with us:
 

 
Pretty soon the train comes and fellow passengers, some in various hues of longyi, catch it with us on their way to work:
 

 
I giggle like a schoolgirl somewhat excited about getting on the train. BurBoy giggles with me as he directs me to a spot at the end of one car. There were no seats available and it was rush hour:
 

 
The train looked old, though Kyaw assured me that it was safe and it was only a few years old. No aircon, but there were vents on the ceilings to indicate it is possible to get aircon. It was cool this morning so the air was not really needed. The train begins to move and I cling to a post. Kyaw proceeds to give me an intro on the uses of the train. He says that it is heavily used by low-income people and it starts early morning at 4 AM and ends at night around 11 PM. He tells us that sometimes he uses it when he has extra time to commute. Though usually he has a car at his disposal when touring.
 
The train does not run too fast, at around 10 miles an hour. Some of the train doors are open so one can leave the train that way, if one has a deathwish:
 

 
It was nice to look at the locals who take the train, mostly in longyi. Especially the cute boys.  Boywatching #1:
 

 

 

 
There was some commerce in the train, mostly for food:
 

 
Our destination was back in central Yangon, where our car was waiting. We get out of the train and as we pass by some of the other train lines, Kyaw tells us about the other regional trains we can catch here at the Yangon Central Station. We stop to admire the hybrid architecture of the train station (nice and needs some repair):
 

 
and Kyaw gives us a history lesson about the building (built by the British, destroyed by the Japanese, rebuilt by the Burmese). We get back on the car and head over to our next serene stopover:
 
Stopover 2: The Mahasi Sasana Yeiktha Meditation Center
 
Probably not in a million years would I plan to visit a meditation center (too hippyish, too eastern, too 70s), I am actually glad we went here. More information at: http://www.buddhanet.net/m_centre.htm. Founded by a venerable monk (Most Venerable Mahasi Sayadaw), this meditation center accepts foreign meditators, as well as monks, nuns and locals:
 

 
We first go to the bookstore and we watch a 15-minute video about the venerable monk, the center, and about meditation. This piqued my interest. I often wondered if meditation would do wonders for my western lifestyle. There is some stress at work, but not too bad. My BF, however, has a high-stress job, and probably would gain a lot if he could do some good meditation. The woman who ran the bookstore talked to me a little bit and we talked about Germany, of all places.
 
We get to a small “temple” next and see a wax likeness of the deceased venerable monk:
 

 
BurBoy stops and prays for a while, before joining me and Kyaw as he shares stories about the monk. At that point a docent goes to us and talks to Kyaw a little bit (presumably to ask what country I come from), before switching to crystal clear English to talk about the center. He painstakingly describes some of the teachings, pointing to some of the wall calligraphy:
 

 
Fascinating stuff. BurBoy reads the writings as well. As the docent moves on, BurBoy points to the writing: “Avoid evil. Do good. Cleanse your mind.” He whispers to me “No evil na. No gogo boy na.” He then smiles widely and laughs. A joke of course. We pass by a meditation hall, and the tour guide points out where the leader of the meditation will sit, and the various things found in the hall:
 

 
We go by the various residences in the center. There is a clear separation between males and females, and then separation within between the venerated and regular monks, lay people, foreigners, locals, young and old. We pass by some nice quarters for the more venerated and see that the aircon has a beehive growing out of it. I would think bees are highly disruptive to meditation:
 

 
In all seriousness, the visit to the meditation center was an unexpectedly cool one. I know many people go travel thousands of miles to meditate at this world-reknowned center, so it was nice to know that this existed, and would be something I would be interested in doing in the future. The question is, with whom? My over-stressed BF, or my BurBoy? BurBoy takes my hand and squeezes it. He whispers to me “Next time we go here OK.” I say of course. I guess that’s settled.
 
Stopover 3: Chaukhtatgyi Buddha Temple
 
One more stopover before lunch. One of the Yangon icons, the Chaukhtatgyi Reclining Buddha, is really impressive.  Its 217 feet long, so I guessing the whole temple was built around it. To me, the most impressive feature of the Buddha was not its size, but its face, with its serene expression, long eye lashes, blue eye-shadow and ruby red lips:
 

 
At the entrance both Kyaw and BurBoy tell me to take off my slippers before entering. This was my first temple in the country, and so the first barefoot experience. As we get to the entrance we see that there were vendors that were selling tributes for the Buddha. You get to choose the streamer that contains the specific wish you want:
 

 
BurBoy chooses his streamers (he wishes for money and love - awww), and gets some flowers and hands the vendor 1000 kyat. We get to the main area and BurBoy prays his wishes to the Buddha. Kyaw tells me some of the history, facts, and other things about the Buddha and temple. We get to a Buddha mural/diorama, showing the life and story of the Buddha, and Kyaw and BurBoy take turns explaining to me about the Buddha. The concerted effort is very nice, and made me interested in knowing more:
 

 
We get to the feet of the Buddha, and get this very ornate “Soles of the Buddha”:
 

 
Kyaw explains and shows me this graphic for reference:
 

 
There was a lot of arts and crafts in the temple, including some for thrones for smaller buddhas:
 

 
There were a lot of thrones and a lot of artisans prepping them. Here is a collage of photos showing the process to make a throne:
 

 
A lot of other arts and crafts in the temple area, all to add to the impressive displays inside:
 

 
A lot of other things inside to talk about, but let me just say that walking the halls of the temple with BurBoy had a soothing and calming effect on me. Whenever BurBoy sees something of interest, he tells me what it meant to him. It was nice to get to know BurBoy in terms of the temple. Buddhism is fairly intertwined with his country, and therefore with him, and I am getting to know both him and his religion.
 
At the end of our tour at this temple BurBoy notices a bird dying on a plastic money box:
 

 
He looks at the dying bird, quite empathizing with its plight. He talks to Kyaw about what we can do about the bird. Kyaw, in Burmese, probably told him that we could not do anything, and to just leave the bird to its misery. BurBoy takes my hand as he points to the bird with a look of concern. I squeeze his hand and tell him “The bird is fine. It is in a temple. It will be fine.” He smiles at my logic. Silly farang.
 
Next up, lunch, with a bunch of young men, next.

Day 1.7: Christmas Yangon Eve
 
When one thinks of Myanmar, one thinks of temples, authoritarian governments, and the awesome Aung San Suu Kyi. Looking at it in a map, with its proximity to Bhutan and Nepal, I even googled “Myanmar Himalayas” and got some interesting results that I have to explore later. But Christmas is probably last on your list when thinking about this country. It wasn’t on my mind for sure. Surprisingly though, the Farang Friendly™ hotel I am staying at reminded me that I chose to spend Christmas in Myanmar, with a boy who hardly knew what Christmas meant to Westerners.
 
After our brief shower sex encounter, I decide not to try and get some rest before dinner. The exertions of sex, coupled with the weight of almost 21 hours of flight time on my shoulders (and my eyelids) and 12+ time zones worth of adjustment, have made me strangely wired. I was exhausted with the lack of sleep, but since it was daytime back home I was “wide” awake. If I took a nap now I will wake up at 2 AM and that will definitely fuck up my day tomorrow. So we both put on clothes to go get our Christmas Eve dinner. One thing I appreciate about BurBoy is that he always wears a t-shirt and shorts (and Nikes) to match my own Farang Wear™, so I don’t feel underdressed or felt that our respective attires were a mismatch. I'd like to believe we just looked like two buddies hanging out.
 
We take the elevator and I push the button for G (Ground?). We get to the ground level and do not recognize anything about the floor. Where was the lobby? We look around for a while and see this poster:
 

 
Just our luck, tonight, there was a male beauty pageant in the hotel. We see some girls in full hair and makeup and shiny gowns and jewelry heading into the Rizzolo bar and restaurant where the pageant was being held. I ask BurBoy if he wanted to attend. He vigorously shook his head. “No good!” he exclaimed. I laugh and think about it for a minute. Yeah, I was really exhausted, and from the looks of the girls, we were underdressed, and just my luck, I left my gown at home. So I just say an “aw shucks” and regret the missed opportunity to possibly gawk at prime Myanmar meat.
 
I trolled online and saw the actual video for the pageant, showing what we missed:
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVWp_ciUZ40
 
Some screenshots from the video. Everyone in the pageant had the Christmas spirit!
 

 

 
I think these are the winners, and the last two photos is the one in first place, or "Best Body":
 

 

 

 
Anyway, shaking off the lost opportunity, we decide on something to eat. BurBoy pulls up google maps and shows me some restaurants that were walkable from the hotel. I take one look at his maps with Thai writing and decide to just find the location on my English language phone. I match the location on his phone with mine and see that he wanted to go to “The Best” restaurant.
 

 
With that name, we really can’t do better than the best. We head out to the street to find it, and pass by this street food kiosk:
 

 
Lots of yummy food in display, curries, vegetables, spices. Maybe for some other time:
 

 
As we walk to the restaurant we get to the banks of the Kandawgi Lake, and see the Karaweik Hall in the distance, with some out of place high-rises in the back of the structure. I see a crane on one of them so it’s a sign of Yangon’s onward march to progress.
 

 
We pass by this interesting tower made of rocks, the Utopia Tower, which housed some bars, karaoke, a massage parlor and a viewing deck, also having a lot of Christmas spirit:
 

 
We get to “The Best” and see that it is an indoor/outdoor restaurant with seating by the lake. The waiters and waitresses were wearing santa hats. Everyone really was getting into this Christmas thing. They may have heard of it in this country:
 

 
BurBoy looks for tables that were next to the lake and finds a huge table for us two. Looking at the size of the tables and the number of parties in each table, it looks like this place is for parties and eating big meals and getting drunk afterwards. We get handed menus and I immediately get asked, in Burmese… something. I smile widely and look at BurBoy. He tells the waitress something and she hurries back to the kitchen. BurBoy smiles at me and says “Your face Myanmar na”. I laugh out of my Generic Asian Mouth™. He adds “Good for me because if you farang maybe other think we gay.” I think about that for a minute. It was just the two of us in this table, so I would think they'd assume we were a couple anyway, farang or no. BurBoy is still slightly concerned about being outed in his home country. I guess it is different for him because he only knows how to be a young adult in Thailand, and he was openly gay there, as opposed to here.
 
The waitress comes back with the find of the trip: Myanmar Beer!
 

 
This beer is the best. I was thirsty, and the cool breeze from the lake was relaxing, and the company pretty warm and bubbly. So drinking the beer was just the amazing cherry on top of what is shaping up to be a great Christmas Eve. It wasn’t bitter - “No bitt” as BurBoy would say. It goes down easy and it takes us no time at all to order more. BurBoy looks at the menu:
 

 
and he orders the meals for us, having told him before coming here that I am eager to try the local cuisine and trust his choices. Our food comes and he decided and getting three curries (chicken, fish and “Baaa-baaa” – BurBoy for lamb) as well as a salad:
 

 
He asks me about Christmas and how my family celebrated it. I tell him about the dinners and the ham. I tell him about the christmas trees and over the top decorations. I tell him about the gross commercialization of it all and how I sometimes buy into it. I tell him about Santa Claus and the gift exchange. And I tell him about snow, and tell him California did not have white Christmases per se but we can venture out to the slopes to get a taste of the powder. He has told me before about his wish to see snow. I do hope he gets to see it, maybe on the mountaintops of Myanmar’s Himalayas, or maybe at Lake Tahoe at the border of California and Nevada, in some fantasy vacation we have that I have in my head.
 
We finish half of the dishes and all the beer we ordered. We get the bill and it came out to about $11 for the whole Christmas Eve feast. Not bad for filling our tummies, and our souls, full of amazing Myanmar treats.
 
We walk slowly back to the hotel. The night was so nice. Not a lot of people and cars in the streets and we almost held hands but thought better of it. We see the hotel in the distance, decked out in Christmas finery:
 

 
As we get closer we see the hotel’s great Christmas lights draped on the trees that lined the street:
 

 

 
We see a lot of people taking photos and selfies in front of the Christmas display, and promptly upload it to their social media accounts. I wonder if they have any Christmas décor back at home. BurBoy tells me they didn’t have any at his growing up.
 

 
Entering the hotel’s complex we see more lights and BurBoy could not resist asking me to take photos of him in front of the festive display. We snap some of him and of the two of us. I never think Christmas as a romantic time, as I was always in a large party with family and friends celebrating it. But now, in a Buddhist country, this most commercial of holidays felt super intimate and romantic spending it with BurBoy in Myanmar. Christmas in Myanmar actually ain’t so bad.
 
Next up, Day 2, exploring Yangon…

Day 1.4: Me love you Longyi
 
The day I arrive after a long and arduous flight from the USA to SE Asia is almost always a wasted day. Arriving in the middle of the day and wanting to do something at night, I usually take a 4-hour nap before dinner so I can have my first taste of the nightlife, usually in Bangkok. The disco naps that have me sleeping till 7 or 8 PM also serve as a jetlag minimizer: if I get enough sleep, I’ll adjust quicker. It seems to have worked in my 11 or so trips to the area.
 
This trip was different, of course. I find myself in Yangon, the former capital of Myanmar. As metropolitan and near-modern as it is and continues to be as it accepts more tourist money in its coffers, this is still Myanmar, and the lack of good nightlife, and really, the lack of gay nightlife, is still a glaring weak spot, at least for me. I was anticipating to be able to attend the one gay dance night they had held once a month, originally scheduled for Christmas Eve. But now they have rescheduled it for New Year’s Eve (understandably), so I will just have to be content with my night activities in the bedroom.
 
I thankfully had some decent sleep on the plane, but still, jetlag is a thing no matter how much sleep you get, so I was still pretty tired when BurBoy shook my hand to signal the start of my trip. He was smiling from ear-to-ear, and exclaimed “You in Myanmar now!” as if it was such an unbelievable thing. Indeed, having promised him I would be in Myanmar with him a long 3 and a half months earlier, when I said goodbye to him in Bangkok, I didn’t think I would get this to this point. Lots of texting, video chats, and planning and the three months seemed to crawl by. Finally I was here, and I was as surprised as he is at the moment.
 
I remind BurBoy that before we head over to Central Yangon, we had to go to the domestic terminal to see if we can get flight tickets from Mandalay to Bagan.  I will be arriving in Mandalay from Bangkok in 5 days, and we will need to be in Bagan that night, so a flight is needed. Another flight for BurBoy from Bagan to Yangon was also needed because BurBoy does not have a (valid) passport yet, and since he will be my companion to the White Party in a week’s time, he will have to take the bus to Bangkok.  Instead of taking a bus from Bagan, which is further north, to Bangkok, why not skip those 10 hours to Yangon and just hop on a plane from Bagan to Yangon, and just spend the 14+ hours on a bus to Bangkok. I can see how travel agents earned their keep back in the day.
 
There was a free airport shuttle van that can take people to other terminals. Yangon airport has three terminals. I arrived at the brand spanking new Terminal 1, very modern and not at all busy. Bangkok Airways and Air Asia were the main tenants. Terminal 2 was the old international terminal, and received other airlines that had flights to Yangon from various parts of Asia. We had to go to Terminal 3, the domestic terminal. BurBoy guides me to cross the driveway to get to the waiting shuttle. We load up our suitcases and he tells the driver, in Burmese, our destination. The driver fires up the van right away and we make our first stop to Terminal 2 to see if there any passengers, before heading to Terminal 3.
 
We get to the terminal and upon entering had to put our suitcases through security, even if we were just there to buy tickets. We spot the counter for Air KBZ:
 

 
the most prolific domestic airline, and quickly get helped by a disturbingly friendly older male receptionist. He first talks to me in English but BurBoy interrupts and talks to him in Burmese to tell him about our plans. They do a back and forth before the guy handed us over to the main ticket agent where she, the receptionist and BurBoy have a lively discussion. I recognize the words “Bagan”, Mandalay” and “Yangon” but not much else.  BurBoy asks me for dates and I write it down on a piece of paper on the counter. I put “AM” on the date where he will leave Bagan to get to Yangon, and “PM” on the date where we will head from Mandalay to Bagan.
 
A quick check of her schedules and we were informed that at our date they did not have any Mandalay to Bagan flights that were at our time frame. They did have a Bagan to Yangon flight for BurBoy though. He quickly takes his Myanmar ID card from his wallet and gives it to the ticket agent. BurBoy asks me “You have $50 for ticket?” And I retrieve a shiny, unmolested $50 bill from one of my wads of cash in one of three distinct places in my person and my backpack (one can never be too careful). I hand this over to the agent. The agent looks at the $50 bill and shows it to the lady sitting next to her and they have a lively discussion about it. Are they not used to getting $50 bills? BurBoy chuckles at the discussion and looks at me and sticks his tongue out.
 
She asks BurBoy a few questions and then prints out his confirmation on a piece of paper printed from a very old printer:
 

 
We thank the agent and the receptionist for helping us, and we head out the door to catch a cab. BurBoy finds one to his liking, talks to the driver and we take our suitcases and put them in the trunk and get in the back. We drive out of the airport and hit some rural surroundings for a while before hitting the busy streets of Yangon. There was traffic in the way, possibly due to rush hour because it was 5 PM:
 

 
It takes us about 40 minutes to get to the hotel, the Chatrium Royal Lake Yangon. If it was good enough for Hillary Clinton when she stayed here, it would definitely be good enough for us. It was $110 a night for the two nights we are staying. There were a good variety of both simple hotels for $20 a night, to the Strand Hotel, which was $500 a night, in Yangon, so I felt this was a good choice. It was a little bit outside the main downtown area where Shwedagon Pagoda and the markets were, but taxis were in abundance in Yangon so its not an issue. It was situated by the Kandawgyi Lake, and the Bogyoke and Kandawgyi Parks, so a walk to nature might be possible soon.
 
I check the temperature and it was 86 degrees (30 celsius) now, but it felt cooler when we got off the taxi in front of the hotel. It must be the cooler breeze from the lake. One of the handsome receptionists greets us and we quickly get escorted to one of the couches in the lobby. He asks for our passports (I give him mine, BurBoy gives him his Myanmar ID card). I take a quick photo of the Christmas display at the lobby. I’ve been busy this December, and did not have time to get into the Christmas spirit, so seeing this, 9000 miles away from home, it suddenly filled me with the holiday spirit I did not expect to find in a Buddhist country:
 

 
As we wait for check-in, BurBoy asks me what I wanted to do tonight. I preempt any ideas of a big night and tell him I am still jet-lagged and would want to rest as much as I can, given our big Yangon day tomorrow. He said we could at least check out the park and find restaurants by the lake. I thought that was an excellent idea to have Christmas Eve dinner by the lake.
 
The hunky receptionist serves some light and sweet iced tea to us as a welcome drink, as well as some cold moist towels to wipe away the Yangon humidity off of our faces. Pretty soon one of the lobby people gives me a check bin with the bill for the whole stay. I see both our names in the bill, good to know no one batted an eyelash when two men check-in to a one king-size bed room. I give her my credit card and 5 minutes later I sign the bill and we are off to our room. The hunky receptionist takes our bags and escorts us to our room. We needed the key card to operate the elevator.
 
We get to our room and it is fairly western and clean. A stock photo of the room:
 

 
BurBoy fishes out 500 kyat from his pocket and gives it to the hunky receptionist for helping. He bids us a nice stay and off he goes. I wonder if he was guessing what was going on between us. It never seemed to be a problem. I quickly unpack one of the suitcases and retrieve BurBoy’s presents from the homeland (just some American made shirts and a book). I tell him “Merry Christmas!” unsure of what that meant to him. He thanks me back and hugs me tightly. And thanks me some more by taking off his shirt and shorts. He is very naked in close quarters with me, and was never shy about showing me what he’s got. The holiday has begun!
 
He then unpacks some things in his suitcase and gives me my presents: a longyi and a pair of slippers. I thank him for the presents. It was items that were a must for every Myanmar guy in the country.  Of course you don’t have to wear a longyi or slippers while touring, but it does make things easier. It was very touching, and the slippers even were the right size for my feet. I ask him to teach me how to wear the longyi. I take off my shirt and shorts. He takes his own longyi from his suitcase and shows me how.  Sexy YouTube tutorial on how to tie a longyi:
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IzE2Ey7Eyw
 
My own tutorial from BurBoy was very sensual as well. He told me beforehand that he has not been to a gym in a month, so he won’t be as ripped as I am used to. Seeing his ripped abs and muscles I don’t know what he was talking about. Oh to be 23 years old and have that metabolism. And tying that longyi with that body was amazing. I take a few photos and show it to him. He was surprised that his abs popped out as it did in the longyi. I put my own longyi and after a few tries got the hang of tying it.
 
The longyi (pronounced lawn-gee), of course, is the traditional piece of clothing widely worn in Myanmar. It’s really just a cylindrical sheet of cloth and is worn usually without tying it into a knot. I felt that wearing a longyi while touring gave the tour an extra dimension, a chance to feel like a local while a tourist in their country. Not sure if I am brave enough to just wear underwear under the longyi, but we will shall see.
 
Here is a stock photo of a Myanmar boy in a longyi, so you get the idea:
 

 
In contrast, a Facebook page “Tourists Wearing Longyis” (https://www.facebook.com/TouristsWearingLongyis), makes light-hearted fun of farang wearing the ubiquitous cloth. Will I be subject to the same (harmless) ridicule? Not sure that with my Generic Asian Face™ that I can pass for Burmese just yet. We shall see as this trip goes. One screenshot:
 

 
BurBoy approaches me and holds me. He kisses me and takes of my longyi. I take off his and we kiss. I suggested we take a shower and have fun there, and he takes off his skimpy briefs and I take off my boring ones. He takes the lead and turns on the shower to my preferred temperature. We enter the shower and I get my usual thorough soap down from him. I return the favor, if only to get a feel of the amazing body I have missed for three months. We kiss and stroke each other’s cocks. At 5’9 his height is more accessible to me (as opposed to my towering BF), and is ripe for kissing. We chuck wow until we come. We soap up some more till we are clean again. As far as tours go, the start of this one is one of the best so far.
 
So our night ahead, in the parks and lakes of Yangon, next.

Day 1: Myanmar, Here I Come
 
Like I said earlier, I am embarrassed to admit that I did not know much about Myanmar, the country and its sights, before meeting forum member PNGguyBKK in my June trip. We were meeting up in Bangkok after he spent a week or so in Myanmar and I was interested in his stories about temples and longyi and the cute boys there. I am very familiar with Myanmar boys, of course, having been in a “long-term” relationship with BurBoy (many more on this later), my main companion this trip, and from what PNNguyBKK as well as BurBoy had to say about his country, Myanmar seems to be the next logical place for me to go.
 
Having had a fantastic time in my 5 days in Phnom Penh and Siem Reap last September, spending time with quasi-boyfriend (so many boyfriends) Cambodia Boy, and his fellow Jomtien boys, I thought it was a great idea to replicate that same trip structure this trip, this time in Myanmar, with my Burmese boy. In general, the sex trade is smaller/non-existent in these others countries, if compared to the mammoth that is Thailand (BKK and Patttaya in particular), so having someone you can make googly eyes with while you discover the sites felt very appealing to me. And having that warm, inviting body next to you, on lonely, horny nights may just be the relaxation that you need after a grueling day touring.
 
So I haphazardly read up on Myanmar literally weeks before my flight. While having grown in popularity with the tourists after opening its borders the last few years, Myanmar still lacks the well-developed tourist infrastructure that Thailand is famous for. I feel that the Myanmar government, stilted and inefficient as it is, should get on this tourist train, and quick. Cambodia, which already has developed tourists areas like Siem Reap and Angkor, and to a lesser extent Phnom Penh, is smaller and has fewer challenges to overcome in order for it to further develop its tourist infrastructure. Myanmar in comparison, is GIANT and its sights plenty and scattered all over the country. It will be a challenge to lift it up in quality to be at least up to Thailand’s example.
 
I’ve read about some pitfalls associated with travel to Myanmar. Most of it has improved and eased up over the years, but it was surprising to me that getting SIM cards for a run-of-the-mill data package for your smartphone was super hard and prohibitively expensive just a short few years ago. I read about lots of advice on getting pristine dollar bills to spend at the country. Any blemish and crease on the bills just won’t do. While certain Thai currency exchanges also frown upon beat-up dollar bills, the advice online seemed to over-stress this fact somewhat particularly for Myanmar. Other warnings: poor road conditions, unmetered taxis, expensive hotels, visas to enter (which was not as available a few years ago), the drug trade, the lists goes on.
 
So armed with knowledge online, as well as my crowdsourcing thread in the forums, and that great thread from z909 about his time in Myanmar, I head over to Yangon for two nights to start off my holiday in the peninsula. Since I started off by buying a roundtrip ticket to Bangkok from my U.S. city, I would have to buy tickets from Bangkok to Yangon for the day I arrive in Bangkok. I wanted to go straight to Yangon and did not want to leave Suvarnabhumi and deal with immigration.
 
While there was an abundance of flights going to Yangon from Bangkok, I was taking a risk. What if my two flights from the USA to Bangkok get delayed? It was already a 20+ hour flight for the two, and having to hop on a third to get to Yangon would require some coordination. Having 2 stops in your flight poses a lot of problems, so I decide to pack light and only have a carry-on suitcase and a backpack as a personal item with me. This avoids having to retrieve my checked-in luggage in Suvarnabhumi, which entails having to go through immigration first to get to baggage claim, only to have to turn around and go back through immigration to get back airside. I pack only the essentials: some toiletries I need and can't get in SE Asia, a set of clothes good for max 5 days (includes change of clothes in the middle of a day when I get to sweaty and gross and need to change), some gifts for BurBoy, and a pair of slippers.
 
Dilemma two was the actual transit in Bangkok from my international flight to my flight to Yangon. I am flying EVA air, and there were no EVA air flights from Bangkok to Yangon, so I had to choose an airline that will have a transit counter airside (inside the secure area of the airport). This limited my search to Bangkok Airways, Thai Airways, Thai Smile, as they seemed to have evidence online that they had transit counters stateside. I can't fly Air Asia as they only fly from Don Meaung. I chose Bangkok Airways because there are actual threads in TripAdvisor that confirmed that the Bangkok Airways transit counter was easy to spot. I book the $250 fare that took my to Yangon to Bangkok, and the flight back to Bangkok three days later.
 
There was also the problem of the visa. Since I am entering Myanmar twice this trip from Bangkok, in Yangon and Mandalay (because I will be in Bangkok whoring around between Yangon and Mandalay), I needed either two e-visas or a multiple entry visa. A quick scan in the internet showed that one e-visa was $50, and the multiple entry (MJSRV) was at least $150. So I decide to just get two e-visas to enter both cities from Bangkok. The application form was wicked easy to complete at https://evisa.moip.gov.mm/. I used the passport photo I used from my Cambodia e-visa, and it was no problem using my American credit card to pay for the two e-visas. The e-visas application was approved within 24 hours and I got this letter (sample only) that I printed out and will be at immigration:
 

 
So I get to my EVA flight in my US city with a bit of trepidation. Any delays would be devastating. But I got to Bangkok without a hitch. I follow the signs directing me to the transit counters:
 

 
It was a long walk, but the moving sidewalks help with the walking. It was a welcome bit of exertion after being trapped in a silver tube for 20+ hours. After 15 or so minutes I find the Bangkok Airways transit counter for domestic flights. The kind people at the counter direct me to the international counter, which was a level above where I was. I get to the counters which were next to other Thai airlines:
 

 
A kind and swishy Bangkok Airways employee prints me out a boarding pass and tells me that my flight was delayed an hour. I head over to the Bangkok Airways international passenger lounge and Line BurBoy that I will be an hour late for our rendezvous at Yangon airport.
 
After ODing on iced coffee and chocolate croissants (slim pickings in the Bangkok Airways lounge, which is available to all passengers), I video chat with BurBoy to say hi and touch base with him about our meeting at Yangon. He had been in Yangon for about a week now, staying with a cousin and looking for jobs. I see him onscreen, putting on his headphones with mic setup. He was all smiles, asking me how I was, telling me “No long na I see you,” and telling me he was excited to discover his country with me. He has now lived in Thailand longer than Myanmar, and has not known the country of his birth now as a young man, so this was a treat for him too. I show him all the pastries that were available in the lounge, and he tells me “Pum pui many if eat many.” I fucking love the word ปุ้มปุ้ย (pum-pui). As I turn the corner in my 30s and inevitably hitting 40 in half a decade’s time, it hard to not get fat as the metabolism slows down.
 
We wrap up our conversation and tell him that I will see him at around 3:30 PM or so in Yangon. I take one last swig of iced coffee, which is hitting the spot for me right now, and head over to my gate. I stop by Boots to get some last minute toiletries (face wash, sunscreen, lotion etc). I take a big pee before the flight. The gate for my flight is actually just a glorified bus stop. Once we line up to board we actually board a bus that will take us to our aircraft, which is parked at the side of the runway. Boarding was uneventful and the aircraft was nice and colorful:
 

 
Inside I notice that this aircraft is an old one. It had some frayed seats and stained walls. The graphics on the TV navigation looked really old and reminded me of 8-bit Mario games I used to play. It’s the font, more than anything, that made the graphic look really old to me. And the name “Rangoon, instead of “Yangon” contributed to the oldness of the graphic:
 

 
The flight was half full, and I had a whole row to myself. The passengers were mostly farang, jetting off to Yangon, and got into a nice conversation with an American girl who was meeting up with his BF in Yangon and taking the bus all over the country.  A few minutes later we take off and efficiently get served our meal for the flight:
 

 
It was fish curry, rather bland and gross, but I eat it all because I want to be ปุ้มปุ้ย. The flight attendants distribute immigration forms and customs declaration forms for us. No sooner after finishing the meal the captain announces we are descending into Yangon. It was an hour flight overall, so the flight attendants race in the aisles to clean up after our messes and prepare for landing. As we get closer to Yangon I look out the window to see what the whole country had an abundance of: Pagodas!
 

 
Not sure if the big Pagoda in the middle is the Shwedagon Pagoda, but it was fabulous to see it this high above.
 
After landing I get off the aircraft with the other passengers and follow the signs to immigration. Like Phnom Penh airport, and very much unlike Bangkok, immigration was not busy and was fairly efficient. I get to an immigration counter and hand over the e-visa letter and my passport and form to the immigration person, and in 30 seconds I was heading over to baggage claim. I rush through that and go through “customs” (i.e. one man standing there looking at us) and I am out in the main lobby at arrivals:
 
Slight snag: there seems to be some trouble connecting to the WI-FI in the airport. I can connect but the connection seems to get dropped as fast as I log on. I needed to Line BurBoy to tell him that I was here at last. I take my first crisp $100 bill and get it converted to Myanmar Kyat at the closest money exchange. I get some strange money, 135,000 kyats worth. I roll it up in my pocket and head over to the Telenor kiosk to get a SIM card and internet package for my stay. I was advised to get Telenor by BurBoy. The three employees behind the counter were pleasant and helpful, with good (passable) English. They show me the plans I can use. Apparently there is a fee for the SIM card (1500 kyat or $1.10). Having been accustomed to free SIMs everywhere, it’s only been in the last couple of years that SIM cards have been available to the masses in Myanmar. Before this, the cost of one SIM was super expensive and out or reach to the majority of Burmese people.
 
I opt for the 5GB package for 15,000 kyats, and after 5 minutes I was setup for fairly decent internet speeds.
 

 
I immediately Line call BurBoy and tell him where I am. I head outside at the curb and see some taxi waiting for customers. I take a photo of where I was and send it to BurBoy:
 

 
It wasn't that hot and humid today, and it was actually pleasant to just stand there and people watch. I felt a hand on my right shoulder, and with a slight squeeze I could tell that BurBoy has found me. I turn around and there he was, all smiles in that handsome face, with a suitcase in tow. His golden brown skin was even browner, no doubt a product of being outdoors more in his country than in Bangkok.
 
He did not hug me, as he does everywhere in Bangkok, and instead shakes my hand. He tells me before this trip that homosexuality is still frowned upon in Myanmar. He is not out to any of his family, and fear that any outsized displays of affection will be looked upon with some problems. I shake his hand back. A familiar giddy energy passes between the two of us. I had a feeling then that this trip will change my life, so let it be known that it all started with just a mundane handshake, one ordinary afternoon at the Yangon airport.
 
Next up, Christmas Eve, Yangon style.

Day 0: Wanting to have my Cake and Eating it Too
 
This is my 12th trip to LOS and the plan is to do three things: Boys, Temples and Parties.  The Boys are both known and new (BurBoy, Gogos and Massage), the temples and tours will be mostly in Myanmar, and the parties will mainly be at the White Party in Bangkok but also at Fake, Celebrity, DJ and G.O.D.  I spent two weeks, over Christmas and New Year, in Myanmar and Thailand, and sadly it is not as money boy driven as my previous trips. My last trip here:
 
http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10550-bangkokphnom-penhsiem-reap-trip-report-the-more-things-change-the-more-they-stay-the-same/
 
Background: I’m 35, Asian American, and have an 8-year relationship with a great guy (white, 33). Why do I go to Thailand? Well, I’m a horny bastard, and believe or not between my bf (sex life still there but has declined), occasional Grindr and Scruff hookups, and the random trick, I need more. I am intoxicated by the sex industry in Thailand, and fascinated by their lives and try to make friends with the money boys and locals (copied and pasted from previous trip reports J).
 
I was hesitant to write this trip report because I did not off many boys, and most of what you guys like is hearing about exploits through Soi Twilight, Boyztown and Sunee Plaza. But I am writing this anyway, more for my sanity and serves as a creative outlet, than it is to titillate you guys. There are a lot of sexy times for sure. Feel free to skip this report if it does not suit your tastes. I’ve received enough feedback, both in my trip by forum members I’ve met, as well as private messages online, to be assured that some of you will read this, so I will appreciate it if you guys participate as we go along my report.
 
Goal 1: Get to know Myanmar
 
I have crowdsourced for some information about Myanmar, shown here:
 
http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10659-crowdsourcing-advice-on-myanmar-yangon-bagan-and-mandalay/
 
I have to honest: I’ve never heard much about Myanmar before this trip. I didn’t know how awesome it is, and even after reading about it online after booking my trips, I had little idea how much I would love it. I compare it to seeing a movie cold without seeing the trailer or read any critics reviews beforehand, and being pleasantly surprised how much you love the movie. This really came out of left field.
 
In terms of what sights to see, I have the luxury of not knowing where to go because I had two aces up my sleeve. I will be visiting Myanmar with BurBoy, my long time free boy that I see on occasion. And I also booked some time with Kaung, the SiamRoads tour guide for Bagan. Some messages on Facebook and we soon got into the specifics about the tour and trusted him with my vacation in Bagan and Mandalay. BurBoy also contacted him and they agreed upon other details of my tour. I left my vacation in the hands of a 19 year old and a 23 year old. Best decision ever, in hindsight.
 
Goal 2: Attend the White Party
 
I’ve attended the Songkran gay circuit dance party for three years straight now, and just bought tickets to my fourth one at Super Early Bird rates (last day to buy at the cheapest rate was January 4). I’ve always had fun in that party, and have attended with some of my American friends, as well as my boyfriend, who also spend time in Bangkok for the actual Songkran water madness. But I’ve never been to the Bangkok White Party. I’ve been to THE White Party, in Palm Springs, in my 20s, so I am curious about the Bangkok version.
 
I bought 2 tickets for all three night parties, before my September Bangkok trip at super early bird rates again, not knowing who I’ll be spending it with. If it wasn’t going to be Cambodia Boy (CB) or Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG), it was probably a new boy from any of the gogo bars. I fantasize going to these parties with a hunk from Jupiter. He will be a nice one to display to the boys. But of course chemistry is an issue with attending these parties. Compatibility in the bedroom is one thing, spending time together in a huge dance hall surrounded by Asia’s best upwardly mobile boys is a another kettle of fish.
 
The 3 party nights were on December 30 to January 1, so it was a splendid way to spend the New Year’s. After my September trip, it was clear that I will be going with BurBoy to the party, and checks the boxes for compatibility both in the bedroom and out of it. Anddy, a forum member who I have been corresponding with also wanted to attend with me and BurBoy, so it was going to be a fun time.
 
Goal 3: Spend as much time with BurBoy and be able to Off boys in gogo bars
 
This was trickier. I have less control over the offing boys situation with BurBoy. He is a free boy, not a money boy, so his say on things have to be taken into more consideration than someone under your (temporary) employment, such as a money boy. I was able to off a lot of boys even if I was with Cambodia Boy the whole time; even with the element of love and caring I had for him. At the end of the day I was the customer, so even if he had problems with me butterflying, he had little choice in the matter. The money I give him surely helps with his potential disagreement with this arrangement.
 
BurBoy is fairly possessive, and treats me like a boyfriend. He does not like going to gogo bars, and prefers that I don’t look at other boys with lust. And though he has come to understand that I am a horny bastard, and has let me invite gogo boys over to our table when we have drinks in a gogo bar, I have yet to off a boy in his presence.
 
Previously my dilemma was “To butterfly or not to butterfly”:
 
http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10424-bangkokpattaya-june-july-2016-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly/
 
and the answer is always yes, the more new cock the better. But having grown fond of BurBoy, I needed a way to both butterfly and stay with him. Clearly I will need to manufacture some alone time away from him, even to the point of inefficiency, as you will see soon.
 
Goal 4: Try more boy massages
 
My crowdsourcing thread on massages here:
 
http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10628-crowdsourcing-best-massage-options-for-a-non-massage-customer/
 
All my thoughts about boy massages are in that thread.
 
Again, manufacturing time away from BurBoy and getting a massage is crucial. I’ve seen online that there are also some massage places in Myanmar (Yangon and Mandalay). I am eager to try the massages there and hopefully catch the boy massage bug that some of you have and enjoy.
 
So I have a lot of goals for this trip, and some of them at odds with each other. I bought my plane ticket to Bangkok in September for a decent price, and spent some points to get a much needed business class upgrade. With Bangkok now serving as my base of operations, I decide to manufacture some time away from BurBoy by booking a ticket to Yangon from Bangkok, staying for two nights, and then booking a Bangkok trip on the third day and staying two nights. I told BurBoy I was going to see him in Mandalay two days after Yangon while I “spend time with family for Christmas”. After two nights of butterflying and getting boy massages in Bangkok, I get a ticket from Bangkok to Mandalay and reunite with BurBoy.
 
We have to make our way to Bagan because our hot-air balloon ride over Bagan is the next day that I get to Mandalay, so I ask BurBoy to get us a taxi from Mandalay to Bagan. I book Kaung for three days, for the Bagan and Mandalay tours. Since BurBoy cannot fly back with me to Bangkok because he did not have a passport, he has to take the bus from Bagan to Bangkok to make the White Party with me. That gives me a night of alone time in Mandalay, to possibly butterfly and get a massage if it was possible.
 
Alone time manufactured – success!
 
Then it was two nights of White Party fun with BurBoy, after which a hopefully relaxing time with BurBoy in Bangkok for a week. I may be able to persuade him to finally get in a threesome with a gogo boy that week. We shall see. I have a feeling I will cross a lot of lines this trip, thus the theme is “Playing with Fire”. But what is life without taking any risks and seeing what you can get away with.
 
BurBoy quits his job in a restaurant in Bangkok in December and decides to wait for me in Myanmar for a couple of weeks. He will try to get a job in Yangon in that time to see if he can make it Myanmar. He will wait for me at the Yangon airport on my first day and we will spend time in Yangon over Christmas.
 
So on Day 0 I leave my winter existence in the USA and get on a 13-16 hour flight from my US city to Taipei. From Taipei I get on a flight to Bangkok. And without leaving the Bangkok airport I catch my connection from Bangkok to Yangon. Everything happens without a hitch, with the only delay occurring in the last leg of my flight. Due to high season I’m sure, my Bangkok Airways flight from Bangkok to Yangon was delayed an hour. I Line Burboy to tell him I’ll be late. He replies that he will be waiting for me. 
 
So Day 1, and breathtaking Yangon, next.

Pricey, but consistently the best massages I've had in Bangkok.    https://spabangkok.net
 
Spa Bangkok - Silom Branch is a high-end spa and massage shop in Silom Plaza.  It's on the 1st floor, in the back on the right.  Arena is in the same building, on the 3rd floor.
 
Last year I got the crazy expensive tourist package of body scrub + special tantric massage + aroma massage (2,400 plus tip).  It was 2.5 hours of bliss (or however long it took).  That package is still available.  Highly recommended.
 
This year I decided to pay the up front 4,900 for a "membership" which gets 4 "free" 90 minute aroma massages and then a discounted rate after that.  The 90 minute aroma non-member price is 1,500.  No stated minimum tip.  (I essentially tip the same here as Prince.  Prince get full naked sex, but here get professional massage, and I value both equally when done well.  Maybe this means I may be overtipping here, I don't know or care that much as long as I stay under budget.)
 
The Silom branch is the biggest of the spa's three branches.  Most days they seem to have about 8-10 guys scheduled.  You can select from a tablet or let the manager pick.  It does a good business.  They usually seem to be able to accommodate walk-ins, but advance booking is recommended.  Because it's really more of a legit shop than, say, Arena, Prince or VCK, you should be going for the massage first and foremost, so I wouldn't get hung up on selection.  They share the monthly schedule and also send out a daily update on who is working on Line, so if you do find a masseur who works the magic for you, you can easily schedule that way.  That is what I do.
 
When I first went back this year I didn't specify a masseur and ended up coincidentally getting the same masseur as last year.  I thought he was fantastic and actually has a look I find very attractive, so good karma played out, I guess.  Now I just book him.
 
The facilities are very very nice - spa-like.  Shower is in the hall, but you never see another customer on your way to or from the showers.  Downstairs room has shower en suite.  There are stairs.  Masseur is fully clothed throughout, although I believe that if you book the "body-to-body" version of the "sensual massage" the masseur obviously drops the clothes.  They told me the sensual massage is the same as the aroma massage.  The massage is on a table.  The tables are not particularly large,  I noticed that there is a cut out for your face but I've never used it and at over 6'2" I don't think I would without my feet hanging out over the end of the table.  But in any event I prefer a pillow.
 
The massages here are not for amateurs.  Unlike most of the massages at the more sex-oriented shops, which end up being more like oily caressing (not that there's anything wrong with that), Spa Bangkok massages are directly influenced by/of a piece with Thai massages.  There's a lot of stretching and, in my case, a lot of hard work by the masseur in breaking up those knots in the back and shoulders.  Truly no pain/no gain but they are well trained enough that they know how to support joints etc when stretching.  I repeat - if you can't handle the good pain of therapeutic massage, this is not the place for you.
 
One thing I noticed during the most recent massage was that the masseur did a really good job with integrating glute (butt) massage throughout.
 
My masseur has a great friendly attitude, despite the inevitable nightmares he must have after giving me a massage ("Help! My hands are being sucked into a vat of jello!")
 
My masseur has always left me very happy after the roller coaster of pleasure - good pain, so I assume a happy ending is normal fare here.
 
So why is this better than Prime?  I think Prime is the go-to spot for Thai massages (no expectation of happy ending).  I like that the aroma massage here better because of the expanded repertoire - elements of Thai massage and Swedish.   And I think the staff here are a bit friendlier and the facilities quite a bit nicer.  For me worth the 3x expensive.  But I don't go here all the time.
 
Honorable Mention:  "The Best Massage" in Silom Plaza.  Also on the 1st floor this place is M4M, not at all expensive.  600 baht 1 hr foot + 1 hour oil or thai.  Facilities nicer side of basic.  Room with shower.  Very large table.  Can select from photo book or guys loitering or take next in line.  Guys have that "just down from up country" look - quite dark skin, smaller-framed, wiry.  I had one great massage and then one good massage but could have been better, but I think that guy was just too young and inexperienced.  Happy ending.  Very nice manager (woman).    
 
With Arena, Spa Bangkok and The Best you can pretty much experience the whole spectrum of M4M massage without leaving Silom Plaza.  All three recommended for their particular market niche.

Day 16: Boy Loses Boy
 
I’ve had 12 “last days” in Thailand now, from the 12 trips I've had to this wonderful place. A "last day" is the day when I have to end my holiday in beautiful Thailand. Some “last days” are spent alone, waking up to catch my sometimes too early in the morning flight, rushing to cram all my dirty laundry and Thai spices and Snail White creams and various knick knacks I’ve bought day before. Some are spent with the “Boy of the Week”, having the luxury of some leisurely time to wake up late, pack my stuff, and even heading to breakfast before I have to catch a cab at 12 noon at hotel check-out, with my boy waiting for me to leave so he can get back to  his room to sleep. I’ve even had some “last days” spent in Pattaya, offing a guy at 11:30 PM after the gogo boy show, having sex and some type of conversation with the boy afterwards to while away the hours, and then sending him on his way before catching my PT Taxi car at 3 AM to get to my 7 AM flight back to Farang Land™.
 
This “last day” seems different somehow. The “Boy of the Week” and I are subdued, not talking much. We have some leisurely time to pack and eat and check out of the condo, but there was nothing relaxing about it. A sense of dread for what lay ahead was in the air, as well as the fear bidding our inevitable farewell that we had to endure as two people who were inhabitants of two totally different worlds, meeting in a sort of third “intermediate” world that Thailand was, where it was easy to think that the two weeks I just had was real. It wasn’t, it never is real. The only real thing about the past two weeks is the feeling of the heartache that follows.
 
He wasn’t a “say goodbye in the airport” type of guy, but here he was, getting in my cab with me, instructing the driver to go to Suvarnabhumi, my long-time nemesis, the agent of goodbyes and separation. Why does every cab ride to this monster airport seem incredibly quick. Its as if the universe is making up for the time I spent having fun in Bangkok, by quickly ripping it away from me when the time came to end it all.
 
I check in my flight. We spend an hour in the basement level of the airport, sitting one of the airport lounge chairs that were close to the Airport Rail Link entrance, holding hands and saying nothing. And then, it was time. I help him get his train ticket (35 baht) back to Bangkok. He didn’t have to go with me, all the way to the airport, just to have to go back to Bangkok on a train. And yet here he was, determined to see me off, trying to squeeze that last minute together, before having to bid me farewell. I tell him I have to get to my gate. He takes his suitcases and gives me a kiss on the cheek, and then a big long hug, lingering and strong, as if to give me enough affection to last me the long 3 months ahead before seeing me again. I didn’t want to let go, but I did, just because I had to.
 

 
He takes his token and waves in on the turnstile. As he walks away I admire his strong and broad back, his sure and familiar gait, and his strong and muscular calves. Before he turns the corner, he looks back, finds me still there frozen where I stand. He smiles. I smile back. He disappears at the turn. And the tears come again. Tears don’t come easy for me, and yet here they were, blinding me as I try to regain my composure and head over to the elevator to get to my flight. I feel silly and stupid, letting a boy get to me like this. But I felt alive. This is both the worst and the best “last day” I’ve ever had.
 
It’s funny, I remember everything about our last day, but I don’t remember saying goodbye.
 
How did I get to this point?
 
Day (-)457: Boy Meets Boy
 
It was in the middle of my trip on October 2015. I’ve done my usual Butterfly duties, having visited Tawan and Dream Boy 3 times each in a week and half’s time. This was then my 6th visit to LOS, and having grown claustrophobic from a 2-week fuck fest, and boredom, in Pattaya, just 6 months before, I decided to just stay in Bangkok this time around. I go back and forth with Pattaya. Lots of things to go for there: my tailor is there, the boys are cheaper, the best show bar in my opinion is there (Boyzboyzboyz), and the occasional trip to the “beach” is just minutes away. But oftentimes I long for the urban expanse of Bangkok, with its superior offerings of sights, food, and culture, and sometimes grow tired of a city seemingly created to be a big brothel by the sea.
 
I took a liking to this amazing Thai Guy (TGuy) I offed in Dream Boy. He had a classic handsome Thai face, one that belonged in Thai tourist brochures and posters, an amazing lean and muscular body peppered with tasteful tattoos, and wickedly gorgeous smile that masks the devious sexual freak he was inside. His command of English was not as good as I hoped, but his sparkling personality more than made up for the lack of the basic repartee I’ve hoped for in a constant companion. This was the third trip I have seen him. I call on him when I need a familiar face, a dinner companion, or the occasional travel companion to Chiang Mai or Pattaya.
 
Curiously, he is 36 years old, 2 years older than I was at the time (34). When I first met him three trips ago he told me he was four year younger. But after becoming confortable with me (and a few drinks) he became more honest, about his age and his life in general. He simply does not know how long he can keep doing the gogo boy thing, but as long as he keeps getting customers (a lot of Japanese, and females too), he will keep doing it. I feel that this is the first time I’ve offed someone older than me, though I am not entirely sure, because I guess I am at the mercy of what the boy tells me, and rarely check their ages in the ID, unless they really look super young.
 
After our fuck-fest in the day, we planned on going to Fake Club tonight. He invited some friends to meet us at the club later. But for now it was dinnertime, so we decided to go to the Ratchada area to get dinner close to the club. So we leave the confines of our love nest in Crowne Plaza in Silom and head over to the Silom MRT station to get to Ratchada. Some 30 baht or so later we get off Huai Kwang station and look for the restaurant that TGuy has been before and wanted to visit again. It was a short walk to the seafood restaurant TGuy had picked and we got situated at a table immediately.
 
There wasn’t a lot I remembered of the restaurant. I knew we had seafood. I think I had the crab curry, I am not sure. I may have had a few beers, and so did TGuy. I usually remember these details, but for some reason I don’t remember much about that meal.
 
What I do remember quite vividly was our waiter. He walked up to us, broad-shouldered and sure of himself in a white shirt, handing us our menus. His extended arm revealed a taut and muscular limb. His skin was a glorious golden brown. And above all that was his face: exceedingly beautiful and looked surprisingly young. How does a well-built body get matched with a very young face?
 
It’s funny, I don’t remember a lot about this day, but I do remember the boy.
 
He speaks to us in Thai, presumably to ask for our orders. TGuy and this boy talk for a bit, and then he leaves our table. TGuy and I leaf through the menu to make our choices. I kept looking and scanning to see if the boy was nearby. Pretty soon he comes back and speaks Thai to us again. TGuy tells him his order and the boy writes it down. He then turns to me and asks me, in Thai, something. I smile and say “English?” like the stupid westerner that I am.
 
And then there it was. His smile. His greatest, most glorious feature. He says to me “Sorry!” and then turns to TGuy to presumably ask him to translate. I quickly point to my choice (crab? Who knows). And then say “Singha” as fast as I do in gogo bars. He takes our menus and tells us, looking at me, and smiling “Thank you sir.” I smile back. I can’t stop smiling after that.
 
After a while he comes back with our drinks, and then a few moments later our meals. I have to guess that I ate most of our food, and drank some of the beer, but I don’t remember. I may have even talked to TGuy some I’m sure about life and love. But what I do remember is scanning the room to see if this handsome and young boy was around. He could be seen from time to time, getting orders and serving food.
 
It was time to pay the bill and I waved to the boy and told him the universal words “check bin.” He smiles again and gets it and brings it to us. I don’t remember how much it cost, but I do remember giving him a 100 baht tip. We left the restaurant and headed to Fake Club. I didn’t expect to see that boy again. How many waiters have I thought were attractive and have soon forgotten after the meal? But I had a feeling that this one would stick in my head.
 
I vaguely remember going to Fake Club. It was a good time, I’m sure. The boy show was hot, I’m assuming. The music is cacophonous, famously, I’m sure. The company was great, and the liquor strong, as it always is with this club. But what I remember for sure, after a few hours of being in that club, I opened up Grindr. Scanning through the profiles I stop in my tracks and see a familiar face. It was the boy, macho and boyish at the same time, cracking a small smile. 21 years old and 5’9, his profile says, and a not much of a profile description except a short “Hi”.
 
After ruminating for a few minutes I took a chance. I kept it simple and to the point. A “hello”. Something about being our “waiter at the restaurant.” Some photos of me not looking as giddy and as I was now. And my line ID and phone number. I made sure the messages were sent. I closed the app, not expecting to hear back. I go on with the night, and enjoyed it with Bangkok’s finest partiers.
 
At 2 AM it was time for TGuy and myself to go. As we wait to get a taxi I get a Line message. “Hello” and “Thank you,” followed by a series of Line stickers that leapt off of my smartphone’s screen. I Line back “Hello” and “Thank you for reply.” A few more Line stickers. It goes on like this till we get back to Silom. TGuy takes my hand as we head back into Crowne Plaza. In the room, TGuy takes off all his clothes. He knew this would get my attention. TGuy heads to the bathroom to shower.
 
I try to say good night to the boy. I tell him I am sleeping, but ask him if he could visit me at Crowne Plaza tomorrow. I tell him I will Line him tomorrow and sent him a Location message on Line, so he knows where I am. He answers back in stickers. I give him a final Good Night panda sticker before placing my phone on mute for the night. I forgot the boy for the night. There were more pressing issues at hand.
 
In the “morning” I Line the boy again. No response but I didn’t expect any, but hoped I would get one anyway. I don’t remember much about the rest of the morning, except perhaps probably having some morning sex with TGuy, maybe heading for breakfast and then me paying him a long time fee. What I do remember is that boy from the restaurant, still stuck in my head. There was something about that boy.
 
I come back to the hotel and assess my choices for the day. A dip in the hotel pool perhaps? Or a quick workout? Or maybe some retail therapy. I decide on shopping for some clothes when I get a Line message back. It was the boy, saying hi. I say hi back. He sent me his location, and then said “Thaniya Plaza”.  I took this as a sign and told him I will be heading there soon. After a few exchanges (it took a bit to explain to him in English that I was coming over, as his English was not good), I head over to Soi Thaniya. As I enter the building I see him, sitting on a chair at the café stand on the first floor, sucking on a straw, sipping his iced coffee. I stop and smile to say hi. He smiles back.
 
And that’s how I met BurBoy.
 
Next up, Day 1 of the Trip Report. 

King Spa - Bottom Line:  Skip It.
 
In the process of updating my BKK massage review guide, which brought me back to King Spa, which is by the Bang Chak BTS station on the Sukhumwit line.  Last year I had good experiences and good reports, and I've pretty much been a booster, although I recall one forum member reporting inconsistent experiences.  My guy from last year is gone, so I booked someone different.  Lest anyone think I only give positive reviews - this was not a particularly good experience.
 
King Spa is a bit of a walk from the BTS station, but there's no traffic so it's quite pleasant.  The house is fine.  Massage room large, big mat on floor, shower in room.  I was on time, but had to wait a bit for the masseur - typical BKK time.   Not a big deal.  If you don't book ahead based on pics you select from the guys in a room with a glass wall by the entrance.
 
When I'm in "reviewing" mode I tend to be go-with-the flow, let's see how it goes when the masseur is calling the shots.  In the first instance I think it's fair to judge a shop on their terms.  I also usually start with 90 minute massages - just to see if the shop will fill the whole 90 minutes or do you often get cut short.
 
Masseur wore sarong/pants throughout.  
 
The massage was ok, if a bit gentle, but I got the feeling pretty quickly that the guy wasn't a particularly well-trained or good massage (or maybe didn't care).  Just basics.  (BTW- lack of training or poor massage skills aren't the end of the world for me - enthusiasm will, for me, make up for a lot.)  
 
Not too far into the massage (20 mins?) he gave up on my back and legs and had me flip over.  So the inner me starts wondering if we'll even get to a full hour, much less 90 minutes, or maybe he was more "let's get the massage over with and move on the the fun stuff" guy.  
 
A little attention to the legs then quickly starts massaging my junk.  All well and good.  I am happy.  Then he switches to oral - very skilled.  I am very happy.  After a few minutes of that he lay down next to me and starts a very slow tantalizing hand job.  I'm ok.  This could be really great.  This goes on for about 5 minutes and I am thinking to myself, "Very interesting, sort of tantric experience.  I like."
 
Then he falls asleep.
 
Seriously.
 
I decide I'm a cool guy; this is oddly intimate; I'll go with the flow.  So I relax with him in my arms.  I feel kind of proud of myself, because not everyone would put up with this.  And I think to myself the prelims were really good, and surely it would all end happily, so ok.  And isn't it great he's so comfortable he can just sleep.
 
That's pretty much it for the next forty minutes.  I slowly massage his back.  All is right in the world  He stirs.  A little cuddle.  
 
And then he says "Up. Times up."
 
Seriously.
 
He tells me I can shower and goes off.  
 
I do shower.  There's no tea or water or anything.  I make my way to the door and pay and say I don't know where the boy went and give the manager the tip.  
 
Rather than complain at the time, which gets messy and language difficulties can easily make things worse, out in the soi I pop a quick note on Line saying that the experience was bad, the boy did nothing but sleep for 40 minutes, and no happy ending.  Read, but no reply.  For me that's the real problem.  Everyone is entitled to bad day, and maybe a bad masseur (although this guy has been working there for a long time) - they're quick to respond to booking requests but can't be bothered to reply to complaints even with a simple "sorry you had a bad time, next time better" means a management problem as well as a masseur problem.  Truth is had they responded to my note I probably would not have written this, but I would have stopped mentioning them as a place to go.
 
So the good news is I get a pretty good story out of it, even if I do feel a but taken advantage of.  The better news is that there are already so many other massage shops in town that I really like that I can cross King Spa off the list without worry, and direct my energy and budget to more satisfying places.
 
 

Day 14, time to say good bye
 
Another Bangkok morning welcomed alone but at least in well warmed bed after meeting with Mekhin.
 
Natra Silom breakfasts are super economy affairs ( tea/ coffee , fruit , toast , jam , cereal with milk ) so usually I go first to Foodland Patpong for their a little bit more substantial offering with two fired eggs and a slice of ham instead of bowl of cereal above. Nothing sumptuous but I find it filling enough , sometimes I  fortify it  with say fruit and coffee at Nantra  upon return.
 
In the morning I had chores, to buy some cheap bag for carry-on and to repair my glasses frame which broke yesterday so allowed myself pleasure of wandering through Silom market in soi 10 and then one across the Silom .  Then found Charoen Optical close to soi Sala Daeng where it turned out I need to replace frame. Easy but for few hours I was a bit blind  without glasses, good enough for aimless wandering on both sides of Silom with some time spent in the internet café.
 
Regaining my vision I head to Lumpini  for my last stroll there, no familiar faces at the gym bar one Tawan / or former Tawan because I did not see him there this time  / man who is regular there.
 
Usually first half of my last day in Bangkok is do nothing exercise and this time was not different but I remembered that at 5 p.m. I have an appointment with Namu at Bangkok Massage and was there on the dot to his amazement.
 
We took shower together as always there but forget about massage as we always have our own way of having fun without wasting oil on my skin. As always  there I extracted couple hugs from boys I had massage in the past ,
 
Lek was actually in the shower in all his glory and Kai I managed to catch on the corridor. 100 baht each as always, what is funny I don’t do this in another places but there it  is my way of appreciation of their friendliness. ( Attention firecat69 – Kai is the boy we both liked look of when we were sitting at Maxi’s  across back in Dec 2014 assessing  their boys).
 
Upon return to hotel I parked myself in the lobby but not for long as Tao arrived as promised exactly at 7 p.m. His massage is the best of them all and I can’t imagine not having it with him at least once every trip. He used to work at Banana Club but now is at BBB Inn. He told me he will be charged 500 for leaving work but I had money for him already ready since he is one of those boys I actually tip up front.
 
After 2 hours of mutilation I invited him for a dinner at Oasis to have my last chance to taste their excellent you guess what. Then we returned to the room for another round of getting intimate since he is not only perfect masseur but also skilled in other tasks and on top of it handsome man of very gentle personality. In short perfect to be first and perfect to be last on every Thai trip.
 
At 11 p.m. we kissed each other good bye, in several minutes I was packed up and ready to go. BTS to Phaya Thai, train to the airport , smooth departure procedures and this time no money left for last minute shopping   and no coins left to leave with cleaner. For 15th time I kissed Thailand good bye.
 
Lots of time for trip reflections flying through the half of globe and 42 centigrades  temperature difference between Bangkok and home LOL.
 
This trip was different than my last few  but similar to previous ones   in that I combined Thailand with other country in the region.
As much as I adore boy chasing in Bangkok and Pattaya   Cambodian part was my goal and proririty. I still have my guide from trip 15 years ago, places I could easily and peacefully visit this time  were then described as ‘ fighting there was as recently   as 3 years ago and temple is still out of bounds from Cambodian side”   (Preah Vihear) , ‘ accessible by helicopter only’ (Preah Khan and Koh Ker ), ‘last 20 km road very bumpy and difficult in the rainy season, count on 3 hrs from Kompong Thom” ( now30 minutes , Sambor Prei Kuk ) and “  last 10 km impassable in rainy season” ( Bang Melea).
 
I did  not plan  any sinister activities but I’m glad I managed to report from 4 massage places and Barcode boy who entertained me for 3 nights and a day was great and sweet joy as much as great surprise. I’d gladly recommend him  but he is no longer there landing real job in company of his dreams like I brought him luck or something.
 
Thailand part brought few surprises.
First , I offed quite  a few twinks, not by design , it just happened and no harm done at all, I liked all of them.
Second,  again not by design I had more short time offs than in last few trips combined.   I liked all those encounters  but still firmly belong to long time camp , hence doubled meetings in both Pattaya nights.
Third , some chance encounters turned out to be very rewarding with both boys from Fresh Boys and one I took from almost empty BBB on my last night in Pattaya true highlights.
 
I liked to be butterfly again with only one repeat of massage in Pattaya. On another hand it was great to see and fall into arms of old companions : Tiger ,  Jack, Dit, Namu and Tao and sight of Bank at BBB was truly heart stopping as I was sure he is gone for good.
 
Only disappointment  in  a sense was  Tawan , bar I was on monodiet for a while and still my favorite by a mile if not two.
Off from there was great but I did not like steep tip request sensing I’m taken for a ride and I got upset with digital scene with complaint  of not getting off. So this time I decided  to give them  a pass with bleeding heart to avoid  leaking wallet. May be if Boy #15 was there I’d be more inclined to repeat visit but no , I will not be paying 4000 long time as long as 3000 options will be available.
 
 And lastly which is truly shocking for me to realize – first time since fall of Roman empire I think I enjoyed Pattaya part better than Bangkok one. Am I becoming another sad farang to grace her streets ?
 
It was great to meet star like Mekhin but this trip also proved that unheralded, ordinary looking boys like those mentioned above can provide great time and be tons of fun to be with , still smiling at memory of both Fresh Boys boys making sure I have fun  participating in  their own.  
 
Thank you again to those members who found time to meet me : paulsf, capitainmick, ChristianPFC, xiluzer and his friends,   DivineMadman and anddy, if was great pleasure to meet you. 

thank you , you have a good heart with all those nice words.
 
I hope your wishes will materialize. I was sending e-mail to one of our members today and while writing it , it dawned on me that instead of being bored and jaded after so many Thai  trips I enjoy them more and more.
 
That is my wish to you and all forum members - enjoy Thailand and her boys better  and better with every trip.

"I rather stand in the aisle all those 18 hours and spend money saved on the boys. Wouldn't reject upgrade though but so far never happened."

 

When I was young like you, I did that.  But at my advanced age now, I would spend my vacation time recovering from the flight!!

 

Thank you so much for your thoughtful and thought out posts.  I read them with great anticipation.  You and Divine Madam and several others contribute so much to this board.  It is a great service to us all.  May 2017 bring you much more fun and many more boys!!   

HAPPY NEW 2017 YEAR FOR EVERYBODY AND ALL.
 
Day 13
 
Since boy made first move to go home  I tipped him bit more than agreed owing to performance   but had breakfast alone in Boat Bakery across the street from  Boyztown, very popular place and busy despite early morning. Quite similar to Foodland Patpong, breakfast not fancy but filling enough and cheap at 80 baht or so.
 
Short stroll along Second Road , returned to the hotel and at 9 Kao , my massage boy from yesterday was already on the veranda so I did not waste neither time not opportunity , asked him to be in my room in 10 minutes, paid 400 fee on reception and rushed to tidy room a bit . Shower together and another great massage with great bodied man, one of two  this trip I hired more than once, Barcode boy in Siem Reap being other.  Too bad I was leaving today as he was material for daily encounter and long time possibility certainly would be investigated .
 
After we were done I packed my meager possessions, shaken hands  farang style with Kao sitting outside, lavished my suitcase on one of motorcy guys waiting beside Family Mart , agreed to his extortionate request of 100 baht  for the ride to bus station and in few minutes with ticked secured for 12.50 p.m.  bus I had a sandwich and coffee  to kill 20 minutes of waiting time .
 
Back in Ekkamai bus station in less than 2 hours, BTS to Sala Daeng and after 2 days of absence I was back at Nantra Silom greeted by the staff smiles, not a daily occurrence there. I got room just beside one I had few days ago.
 
Then to BBB Inn to check if Tao, provider of best massages is back from his absence. Passing by soi Twilight big surprise !
 
Namu , my favorite from there is back, changed and for a better since he slimmed down,  noticed me and run with offer of a hug. There were rumors coming straight from his brother that  he settled down with Chinese boyfriend which he denied but this is none of my business , I was happy to see him back and made firm appointment for 5 p.m. tomorrow as I had other sights in mind for today.
 
At BBB Inn I was greeted in the lobby by smiling receptionist   who called Tao over. Embraces , kisses and 7 p.m. appointment at Nantra   for tomorrow requested and granted. He seemed to shed some weight as well , boys are getting serious about their sizes or what?
 
From there straight to Senso. Passing by eateries in Silom I saw some familiar face inside of one  but initially did not identify in my head who it was. Pressed for time a bit I did not stop only to realize few steps later that it was Anddy from our forum with whom I had a meeting later today at Maxi’s , What a chance on  a busy street at busy time ! .
 
I hoped Jack will be in Senso to mutilate me once more this trip but he was not so back to selection. Not  an easy task there since they don’t have that many boys but all of them are my types, no exception. In fact I think  I never ever saw boy there I’d not go with. Resorted to my usual advice in such a case and picked up one smiling the widest smile. Chai, namesake of another boy from there who left few years ago and memories of whom I still cherish.
 
Great strong and unrushed massage with plenty of body contact, another straight  and married guy who provides heavenly gate experience. Senso is not cheap, massage 1000 / hr , minimum tip 1200, I gave him 1500 still smiling at memory of our meeting.
Others may   have different and perhaps mixed Senso impressions but as far as I can see and I visit them at least once a week when in Thailand I was never disappointed there, neither with massage nor with boy. In fact I seem to recall  most of my encounters there with details even few years after.
 
I went  back to  hotel to freshen up and few minutes later sprinted to Maxi’s for a meeting with anddy fortified with what else ? Chicken with cashew nuts of course. Nice conversation at time of soi being busy with all boys rushing to their bars , punters taking their observation positions and shy tourists trying to see the sights hoping nobody will see them there.
 
Anddy as local is not frequent visitor to the bars but somehow I strong-armed him to  accompany me to a Jupiter which perhaps surprisingly to myself along with Fresh Boys become my bar of choice this short trip.
 
This is my last night in BKK and I went there with resolve to finish my internal boycott of offing from there. Boys from Jupiter are all handsome of model quality but have an opinion of  poor customer service  and I decided to give them another chance in right circumstances specially that I liked look of quite of few of them.
 
We had very strategic  seats with view of dressing or rather undressing room as well as a stage so full view so to speak. Jupiter  buys are apparently prohibited  from approaching  clients , it is an  ideal bar for shy types    who like to be left alone.
 
I like their show almost completely short of nudity but entertaining and very sexy. There was a glimpse of naked erect cock on one of performers leaving stage , not coincidental as I noticed it before in the same number. Look wise one is spoiled for  a choice  , only problem being lack of eye contact from boys, again I think this is by design  but it makes for uninterested appearance.
 
I had few types in mind  but # 20 was one who pissed off one of our members, #47, friendly boy I had a chance to shake hands with when visiting last Sunday,  was already without number so reserved already and my heart was  torn  between #42 I like face of, not there’s something wrong with his body and #73 ,Mekhin ,  famous import from Tawan.
 
At one point , sitting in the audience he flashed smile at me so mamasan was called over , asked to invite him after his part of show will be done and soon his massive , smiling frame was sitting beside saying ‘yes’ to a question ‘ do you go with me”.
 
Excused understanding anddy , paid 400 off fee with 500 note , change for what never came but I decided to let it go since I was still ahead – on my first night there it was so busy that nobody asked me for a drink and I had show  for free and soon we were on our way.
 
Point scored immediately  when after asked about my hotel Mekhin said we will walk. I know from others that they were Jupiter boys requesting taxi from there to Tarntawan and Tawan boys asking the same to Crowne Plaza, all of 5 minutes walks although I kind of understand boys may not want to be seen walking with farang.
 
Passing through Suriwong it was obvious he is well known as he greeted quite a few people on our way, waved at his former co-workers at Tawan where one of mamasans recognized me and smiled   perhaps wondering what happened to me used to be in the bar nightly.
 
I was a bit apprehensive having  in my company somebody who as far as boys are going can be labelled famous although I had few feedbacks that he is easy going and friendly which confirmed right away.
 
No fuss whatsoever , showering together with pleasure, clearly he knew and was familiar with routines although  at one point he mentioned ‘ you like to play like small boy ‘ not sure it was compliment or sarcasm     but certainly he enjoyed an attention and I did his company. Good English to, ‘where did you learn it ‘, ‘in Tawan, Tawan university” he said laughing.
 
Up close his massive frame was not even half as intimidating as looking at it from the stage   and those who  are not big fans of muscular men may be pleasantly disappointed. Asked about change of bars he said in Jupiter he has more offs which come as surprise as at Tawan he was star for years  but who knows, may be that fame was not  good  as some clients could be hesitant to off somebody   so popular expecting an attitude or excessive financial requests.
 
We talk about girls too but he said that he doesn’t have too many offs from them as he thinks they may think he is too big.
At end of day  he turned out to be normal easy going boy who knows why he is hired and delivers and at end of allotted time he wants to get paid and to go home.
 
I asked about long time – he doesn’t do it. About  compensation since we did not discuss that in the bar out of design,  I treated this off as lots of pleasure but also some research. 2000 quoted did not seem over board for somebody of his  built not to mention fame. Sure he hasted to say ‘ but you can give me 3000 or more’ but this was said as a joke rather than kind of request.
 
I gave him bit more as a bonus for not taking an advantage of situation and for chance to tell all of readers here – if you like muscular yet friendly men without an attitude go for Mekhin.
 
As far as I see Jupiter was redeemed in my eyes thanks to this import from Tawan and  certainly at next opportunity I will be trying to confirm  if my absolutions aren’t premature. I finished my day 13 sleeping alone but with sense of an accomplishment – at Tawan I was eyeing Mekhin few times but we never established an eye contact so I settled on others which was easy  at that manly boys paradise.      

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.

For a number of years I had a regular guy with whom I spent every day of my 4 annual holidays in Pattaya. I met him when he worked at Eros. He them moved to Sunny Boys. After that bar closed down he went back home and I didn't see him for over a year. I became a butterfly again.
 
For me, he's perfect in every way. Very shy, quiet, polite...the list goes on. He's very handsome and, of course, has that beautiful Thai smile that charms the socks off me. And that body! So slim, with skin as smooth as silk. Oh, and that big, fat cock that rises to the occasion at the slightest touch.
 
He's got it all.
 
Many bar boys moved to other businesses in Sunee when Sunny Boys closed. One of them works at Tingtong Red. When I ran into him one evening the first thing he told me was that my boy was back in Pattaya. On a later visit that evening to Eros, many boys told me the same thing. They all knew we were a couple.
 
Yesterday he contacted me. Twenty minutes later we were hugging each other outside my hotel.
 
Up in the room we had so much catching up to do. He told me after Sunny Boys closed he went to Korat where he worked for a year in a curtain hotel - as a cleaner. He said many Thai guys just threw the used condoms onto the floor. A couple of times he said he trod on one and got cum between his toes. Yuk!!!
 
He earned 9000 baht per month and for that he had to work 14 hours a day. When the owner upped his salary to 10,000 he was on call 24 /7. He's left soon after.
 
He now freelances and works a few nights a week in a beer bar in Jomtien Complex, along with his younger brother.
 
A couple of days ago he applied for a job at Boyzboyzboyz. At the interview he said he was told he needed to bulk up and was told he would have to work out. Oh, and yes, they checked the size of his cock and apparently, were very impressed. (As they would be.) They didn't actually measure it; they just asked him to go to the toilet and get hard, took a good look at it and told him he was size 54 condom. They said he could start working that day.
 
But he found it difficult because he doesn't have any friends there and he said he didn't feel like he belonged. It was not his scene.
 
I suggested he could be part of the big cock show, knowing full well what he'd say.
 
"No. Cannot. Too shy."
 
I then said he could be one of their coyote dancers. Apparently, they earn 15,000 baht per month, but once again, he said he was too shy to appear on stage in his underwear. This guy is a real tiger in bed, but I remember that when he was working in the gogo bars he always looked a bit uncomfortable.
 
He's still thinking about whether or not to work at BBB.
 
Enough chatting. We got down to business.
 
Nothing had changed. As in the past, I still found it difficult to bottom because his cock is so thick, but it's amazing what liberal amounts of KY can do. He's also into trying out various positions.
 
Sadly, he doesn't rim. Lol
 
Time for the chuck wow. I'd forgotten that he likes to cum on me. He asked me where so I said on my stomach would be just fine.
 
Something else I'd forgotten - his cumshot. OMG!! This is exactly what I've been dying to see.
 
This guy doesn't just cum - he explodes and cum sprays everywhere. The first shot flew over my head and hit the wall and the bedhead. Luckily, I quickly closed my eyes as I got a bit of an unexpected facial. He finished with a few very powerful squirts on my neck and chest - and the sheets and pillow. He missed my stomach altogether. He then collapsed on top of me, totally spent. That's what you get when you are young and don't cum for three days.
 
We lay there, glued together in a sticky mess.
 
We showered and then headed over to Central Festival for dinner at the Fuji Japanese restaurant, followed by coffee at Starbucks. Exactly like before.
 
This guy is not your typical gogo boy - he's up with all the latest news. Among other topics, we discussed Trump's attitude to China (!), Japanese prime minister Abe's visit to Pearl Harbor (!!) and the price of gold(!!!). We also covered Aleppo and Muslim migration into Germany. Oh, and Philippines president Duterte. Amazing. His English grammar is all over the place but he has a large and varied vocabulary. And he has Google Translate.
 
We then came back to my room for round two. As expected, the cumshot wasn't quite as spectacular, but this time I remembered to take the pillows off the bed before he lay on his back for the finish. By normal standards, it was still very impressive indeed, but he still looked a little sheepish.
 
Mai pen rai! We can try again tomorrow.