JackR

Part 8
Fresh from Prince, I took a taxi back to the hotel and spent the rest of the afternoon chilling and mindlessly doing random things online.
By night time, I was torn between going out or staying in. Not wanting to exaggerate, I kinda feel that my session with Bank should be enough to cap off the day. Although persistent nagging thought keeps on reminding me that I will regret not having maximised my time while in Thailand.
I tried to appease and find a middle ground between my two conflicting thoughts by checking the apps. At least I can stay in but still manage to slut it up (lol).
Could be my luck but the selection during that day was slim pickings. Could be the time of the year but the number of African MBs were not as plentiful compared from last year. I was able to shortlist a couple but by the end, I wasn't convinced. I ended both conversation with a "maybe" then took a taxi to Surawong.
After having dinner, I headed to Screwboys. Very few customers are inside but the stage is full. It felt awkward being "outnumbered" with the whole roster vying for the attention of like 3 customers. I stepped out with my drinks and sat on the couch by the entrance and had an animated chat with the mama and Papasan. We chatted about Sol Bar (see previous report) and suddenly Mai (one of the big cock show guys) arrived. I really find him very attractive but unfortunately he is always booked. Actually, he doesn't mingle a lot - after his performance, he'll be fully dressed up and will be hanging out in the bar or in the dressing area. One day I will off him.
Then T arrived and I was surprised to see him looking very dapper in his dress shirt and pants. We hugged and I greeted him a belated happy birthday. He then whipped out his phone and showed me photos of his birthday party that I missed (that I'm also glad to dodge and not pay for). I complimented how sharp he's looking tonight and he replied saying he got one more shirt like the one he's wearing and he wants to give it to me. I was confused thinking he wanted to sell it to me but he clarified he want to give it for free. I smiled and thanked him for the gesture saying there's no need.
When I sensed that there's enough customers inside, I returned back to my seat. T must be lucky as he's already seated with a customer. Lucky for me as well as I'm spared with the conversation of why I am not choosing him tonight.
Papasan checked on me again suggesting to choose a guy before the show starts. That's not a problem as I already have my eyes on another ex-Dreamboys guy. I made eye contact and motioned him to seat next to me. He introduced himself as Tan and he's from Cambodia. We had a good and decent conversation during the show as his English is quite good - actually the best out of everyone I offed this trip. He said that he's trying to get my attention the last three times I was there but I keep on ignoring him. Again, MB memories are impressively sharp! We also talked about dreamboys and how he ended up leaving (Thai only policy) but he mentioned that working there is much better (I now forgot his reason)
Tan seemed to notice that I keep on massaging my shoulder and neck area  - he then took over the massage which was surprisingly good. Of course it was to be expected  that he then used this to segue and talk about getting offed. My logical self thought that given that he's very attractive plus if the massage hed given will be consistent, then offing him will not be a bad idea. He's adamant for short time and I just agreed (feeling lazy to send him back and start from scratch in the selection process!)
While he's getting dressed, T managed to sneak a few moments and had a chat with me wanting to secure an off next time - I gave a non committal response and gave him a bit of substantial tip (price of one drink) and wished him a happy birthday. He smiled gave me a hearty kiss and left.
While walking towards Starbucks to wait for our grab taxi, I can't help but notice that Tan is a bit touchy feely with either his hand holding mine or over my shoulder. This is kind of new to me with most of my offs previously reserving this gestures inside the bar or hotel.
After showering, Tan started the massage which turned out to be good. I asked him if he was previously trained and he said no - he's just copying strokes he remembers whenever he have a massage and just imagine what will feel good. I was satisfied with that response.
He then transitioned to the more sensual part of the session which turned out to be good as well. He kisses very passionately and the sex didn't feel mechanical. At one point, he's even guiding me what to do to make him feel good (I should be charging him later. Lol). Sometimes it's nice to have a session where both person actually seemed to enjoyed it I guess.
We both finished, exhausted,  and continued our chat. We then showered together, continued our chat lying in bed while having drinks.
I don't know why but for some reason, he then asked if it's ok to change the session to long time as he wants to stay longer. I scanned my memory trying to recall if my room is ready for long time (i.e.valuables, etc are secured) and after weighing my options, agreed to Tan's suggestion.
It would be lovely to have the comfort of sleeping next to a gorgeous, warm and cozy body again.

Part 6
 
After a quick breakfast in the hotel, Jake and I hailed a Grab taxi to take us to Siam Paragon, the pickup location for the tour we had booked. Navigating to the assembly area was a breeze, thanks to the clear directions and photos provided by the klook app. We arrived with half an hour to spare before departure, giving us ample time to purchase some snacks for the two hour ride.
Arriving back to Damnoen floating market was a nostalgic journey for me, as it had been years since I last visited. Activities like these feel awkward to be doing alone so Having Jake along made the experience even more enjoyable. It was fun  navigating the bustling waterways together, passing  through the vibrant market stalls, we couldn't resist sampling local delicacies like grilled meats on skewers, fruits, local delicacies I can't even identify, washing it all down with refreshing coconut water.
Following our exploration of the floating market, we made our way to Maeklong Railway, eager to witness the famous train weaving its way through the market stalls. Despite the enjoyable excursion, the relentless heat of the afternoon began to take its toll, prompting us to seek refuge in the shade whenever possible. Yet, the sight of the train thundering past, mere inches from the vendors' goods, made the journey undeniably memorable.Despite the enjoyable and picturesque tour, the sweltering heat began to take its toll, and I was grateful for the respite of the air-conditioned bus by mid-afternoon picking us up and ending the tour.
We got dropped off at Iconsiam which is good as the dinner cruise we booked will be leaving from this pier in 3 hours. With this planned and no time to return to the hotel , we went to a massage shop nearby to refresh our body from the grueling day trip and more importantly, have a shower and change clothes. 
The chao praya cruise was very enjoyable and seeing some iconic Bangkok sights from a different perspective is enjoyable. Food is decent and entertainment is also good. Jake and I just chill enjoying the sights over beer and friendly banter and a bit of heart to heart talk. When the cruise ended by around 10pm, we were exhausted, we then headed back to the hotel where we decided to chill for the night, Jake started packing his stuff. While I start making mental notes of what to do the coming days.
The next morning, we treated ourselves to an early lunch at Baiyoke Sky, soaking in the breathtaking views of the city skyline. Reflecting on the past few days, I felt grateful for Jake's companionship but also excited at the prospect of solo exploration. By early afternoon, Jake received a text from his friends indicating their arrival, signaling the end of our shared adventure. We bid farewell at the hotel, cherishing the memories created during our time together (not to forget a cheeky farewell sex before he took off!)
Still feeling tired, I decided to have a nap. I woke up around 8pm struggling to decide if I should go out or let my introverted self enjoy solitude for a bit. I did enjoy and had a blast having a companion during the last three days but part of me enjoy being alone sometimes. By 9:30pm, I am making my way to Surawong. My introverted self can have fun after this trip.
Freshboys was this night's destination. Place is decently full. I quickly surveyed the stage and can see more than 3 that I deem as offable. Maybe I'm being too sensitive but seeing the mamasan feeling up the guys on stage is a bit off putting for me. The mamasan will just walk past and nonchalantly place his hands inside their pants feeling their arse and cock. Then as if nothing happened, will just walk away.  I don't want to sound hypocritical but I just feel sorry for the guys.
Out of the 3 I shortlisted in my head, one made eye contact and smiled. Next minute he's sitting with me having the usual chat while watching the show. He introduced himself as Mek from Myanmar. He can carry basic convo but will whip out his phone from time to time for translation. When we approached the pointy end of our chat, he asked me if I'm looking for LT or ST.
"Short Time", I replied. I was so surprised with my response. Must be my introverted self speaking out loud.
With that, Mek and I made our way out of the bar and hailed a taxi to my hotel. 

I've had the odd experience like this as well roughjock - in different places - but don't let it totally put you off. I went to screwboys for the first time last year and had great experience with a Viet that I met there.

Sixth Experience, A Dip in the Moonlight:

A poster on this forum recommended Moonlight to me after I mentioned my interest in muscle. It wasn't even on my radar before. I'd seen the signage on my walks through the area, but I assumed it was one of those bars littered with barely-legal twins. Boy, was I was wrong!

The location is a little unusual. There's signage outside of a narrow alley, and as you walk through you begin to question if you're in the right place. Surely enough, there's Moonlight a few steps away. I pay the 500 thb entrance fee and I'm lead inside. The place is moderately busy, but I get a good seat in the centre of the second row. There's a few patrons beside me, but they leave a seat empty directly next to me. I've noticed they do this a lot; to encourage a boy to sit with you? I'm typically one of the few caucasians in these bars. I've noticed a majority of clientele are Chinese. I've also noticed a lot of other patrons of these bars are lookers themselves- sometimes I'd rather off them than the models!
I've arrived a little early. I order a Coke Zero. I grabbed a Strong Zero (9%!) from 7-Eleven beforehand, and one of those gets me buzzed at the perfect level. Ordering a Coke or likewise, they deliver you a glass of ice and the can itself. Typically you can refill the glass another 1/2 to sometimes even a full other glass this way. Maximizes how long before they trot over to sell you another overinflated drink. Plus zero calories and no bad decisions. Win-win-win. 
The boys on stage are simply standing, rotating through 4 models at a time. They stand on stage and present themselves. A few of them are flirtatious and make eye contact and smile, much like Dreamboys. I find this endearing even though I know it's performative. It lets you know they are either interested in meeting you, or at least have the decency of knowing how to caress a patron's ego. I take this as a sign that they know their job is to please you or deliver a fantasy experience.
I'm impressed by the models here. There are a handful on the average side, but there are at least 6 models that are very defined and very muscular. I notice there are even more models in the bar than what appear on stage, so raise that number to 8. I take note of the numbers on the ones who interest me, although this is a preliminary visit to check out the show and I don't plan on offing anyone tonight. Do the numbers change on a nightly basis or largely stay the same? 
The mamasan approaches me before the show begins and asks which one I'd like. I find this a little off-putting, I've seen maybe a handful of the models, how am I suppose to chose now? "You're waiting for the show?" they ask. Yes. I notice patrons are already inviting models to their tables though. An older Caucasian pair have the two hottest men at their table. One extremely built model with a bad-boy vibe, wearing a durag on his head and adorned in tattoos. The other is fox-faced, beautiful with a lean and athletic body and shredded abs. This one would be my choice if he were available.
The show begins with a model coming out wearing white garments that appear to be a type of male lingerie? It doesn't appeal to me, but he has a nice body. He picks up a hoola-hoop adorned with ribbon and gyrates his body. It's a very strange act. I giggle at the sheer absurdity of it. I would love to meet whoever plans these out.
The act is very brief. In fact, all of the acts are quite brief. I don't mind. The next act has a model acting as James Bond. He takes out a fake gun and points it in various directions. Also a strange act. I giggle again. Okay, I see you Moonlight. This show is actually a lot of fun just in the absurdity. I don't think it takes itself seriously, or if it does, it was choreographed by Tommy Wiseau. 
The next act is a drag performance but I'm SO impressed with this one. The drag performer is stunningly beautiful and lip-syncs flawlessly. Finally, a bar that doesn't pull out the absolute bare-minimum of "just throw on a dress and move side to side." I know drag performances are a heated topic of debate. Again, I don't mind them in a small dose. 
The following two performances are lip-syncs from the male models. At first I assume they are singing, their talent at lip-syncing is quite good. The second performer stops part way through the song and it's confirmed. One song is in Chinese, the other in English. The Chinese song is more sensual and romantic, and the model makes eye contact and motions toward the audience members. The English song is more energetic and gives a k-pop performance kind of vibe, with the model exhibiting a ton of energy. 

Another drag performance, this time a duet with a male model, albeit fully clothed. It's a Phantom of the Opera act. I absolutely love this show. It's so ridiculous in all the right ways. The drag performer once again knocks it out of the park. 
Every model who performs or presents themselves from the beginning of the show to the end is my type. They are all extremely muscular in just the right way. Most are quite attractive and most seem very charismatic, with a few of the bigger guys appearing a little clunky and stiff. 
The model I want is still sitting with his client, and is now fully dressed in street clothing. Oh. He's been offed. I make eye contact with him from across the room as much as possible. I want him to know I'm interested. He looks back, but quickly looks away every time. I'm hoping the customer regrets his decision- clearly he's staying for the entire show instead of enjoying his purchase. That's not the case unfortunately.
Near the end of the show, the models come out and stand between the first and second row of tables, so I have a front-row seat. Seeing their bodies this close is a dream come true. Thank you so much for recommending Moonlight, wow. I will go back for sure. I've already told friends about the performances. I had so much fun. 

Having this number of models I'm interested in offing is also impressive. I'd rank Jupiter & Moonlight as being my favourite two bars so far. I'd go to both just for the show and I feel like the price is worth it for the entertainment. I also feel like they have the best looking models in terms of my preferred body type, but even then, their sheer handsomeness and charisma. If anyone has any other suggestions, I'm all ears. A few massage parlours have been recommended and I will head to those next.

I'm writing all these reports and making a lot of mistakes, but keep in mind these all occurred before I even posted the first experience here. I've learned so much from this forum, thank you. 

Knowing how to navigate the system, what's expected and the range of tips is going to improve my next experience immensely, I think. We'll find out tonight.

I've had the odd experience like this as well roughjock - in different places - but don't let it totally put you off. I went to screwboys for the first time last year and had great experience with a Viet that I met there.

Fifth Experience, You Got Screwed, Boy (Cont):

The mamasan and the dressed boy lead me outside and to the "room" they mentioned they can provide. No one is working the front desk and the entire building is very sketchy, but I didn't expect anything less. We wait a minute and an older Thai gentleman takes 600 THB from me. I thought I paid the room fee already, but oh well, I guess I misunderstood.

The mamasan tells me to have fun, and I'm left with the boy I offed who leads me upstairs to find the room. We wander around some dark hallways and enter a room, and it's filled with storage. "Oh, wrong room..." he says, and we wander around some more. Finally we come across a room with the door open.

Inside is a bed, an older television set, a fan. It's a basic room but nothing disgraceful. It serves its purpose. It's definitely not somewhere you'd spend the night. 

I come behind the boy and put my arms around his waist. He's dressed nicely, with black pants and a white dresshirt, some accessories on his belt, and nice shoes. He's quite short but I like that. He flexes again and broadens his shoulders, which seems to be his go-to pose. I feel him up through his clothes, savouring the hardness of his body.

I undress him slowly, kissing his chest and his abs. I run my hands along them. This will do. Eventually we're both naked in bed. Whereas he was rock hard in the bar, now he's completely soft. I kiss his chest, spending some time gently tonguing his nipples. He moans, I take this as a sign that he enjoys it. His cock remains asleep.

It's in my mind that we're about to fuck. I suck him dick. I put his soft cock in my mouth and work it all over. I take pride in my blowjobs. The cock remains soft. I deep throat it (an unimpressive task considering the size) and gently suck on it, allowing it to warm in my mouth. It remains soft.

Okay... this isn't going to work. 

I pick up his legs and lift them into the air. I'm rock hard, my cock is throbbing. I'm 99% a bottom but I suddenly feel like being a top. He has a small, round ass. The only type that invigorates me enough to want to penetrate someone. I rub the head of my dick on his asshole, and he is shocked: "You fuck?!" he says. "Yes, I'll fuck you." I say.

He squirms. Okay, he's probably straight. "You can fuck me instead," I tell him, looking down at his soft cock. "You fuck, I'll need more money." Huh? Well, you can't fuck me with 1 inch of skin, so what are my options?

4000 THB I say. I'm very horny and very eager to drill this boys ass. he consider it, and then says "No, 5000 THB." I sigh. This is the same price they quoted me for both brothers! Now I have one, who is soft as an overcooked macaroni, and it's the same price?

"Would your brother let me fuck him?" I ask him. "Call him, I'll pay 5000 THB for the both of you." He plays that he doesn't understand. 

I'm frustrated. What did I pay for? He won't suck me, he won't get hard, and his body isn't impressive enough for muscle worship. Why was he grabbing me at the bar? Why did he signal that he wanted to fuck and be wild in bed? What a fucking hustler!

I'm annoyed. "Fine, I'll pay." He squirms some more and goes to the washroom. "Are you okay?" I ask. "We doh't have to do this if you're uncomfortable." "5000 THB" he replies. He wants the money, okay, then perform the task.

I stick my dick inside of him. "Slow, slow!" he screams. It's just the head. I go slow. He squirms more, and grabs his chest in agony. "Are you sure you're okay?" I ask again. "You're strong!" he says. I try again to enter him, slowly. I get a little past the tip. I try and push in further and he's headed back to the bathroom.

He comes back and lays on the bed with his asshole out of sight. I try and suck him again. Soft. "Can we fuck?" "Too strong..." he says again. Okay, "The initial fee then, you don't want the 5000 THB?" I'm being a little bit of an asshole now. I feel bad with the way I acted looking back, but I was so clearly being played and so fucking worked up that I no longer respected this boy. 

"No, you fucked, 5000 THB!" he says. My mouth is agape. I put it in, part way, for less than 10 seconds. That is not fucking! "You fucked!" he says. I'm being played so hard that I suspect there is an audience outside the hotel room, ready to celebrate after he leaves with 5000 THB for doing absolutely nothing. "Drinks are on me!" I imagine him chanting. As if, he's the stingiest motherfucker I've ever seen.
I'm really annoyed now, but I want to cum. "I suck you," he says. Fine. I just want this to end. He does the most half-assed blowjob I think I've ever received, and I cum out of sheer frustration. I blow an enormous load because I've been so worked up. "Wow!" he says. Suddenly he's happy.

He goes to the washroom, gets dressed, and stands by the door. I take out my wallet, ready to negotiate based on what I received. I want to give him 2500 THB but I'm not an asshole. I offer 4000 THB which is BEYOND reasonable. "5000 THB." he states again. I explain to him, 5000 THB for fucking you, which I didn't. "I made you cum!" he says. Is that not the bare minimum I should expect in the first place?

What am I paying for, your company in a shitty hotel room? I bought drinks, I tipped, I paid for the room, I pay your fee... how much have I spent at this point? I'm boiling.

I tell him, "I'm living here, I will be back, I know what a moneyboy costs and I know you're ripping me off. Take the 4000 THB and you'll see me again, if you take the 5000 THB I'm done."

He takes the 5000 THB and immediately whips out his phone. "Do you have WhatsApp or LINE?" he asks, "I have both," I reply. My face is holding back sheer rage. I'm shaking from anger. He shows me the QR code on his WhatsApp. 

I shake my head. 

"Okay." he says, and leaves.
I will never return to Screwboys again, and I will be more hesitant to ever hire a Vietnamese model.

Will this string of disappointment come to an end? At this rate, the bars aren't for me. I'm glad if they work for you, but I'm not a human ATM. I'll go for the shows and that's it. This encounter soured me on the entire industry in Thailand. 

But, of course, as you know... you say a lot in anger...
 

Fifth Experience, You Got Screwed, Boy:

Screwboys is a short walk away and seems to share an entrance space with a female bar. I walk through the female section and get called at, but quickly enter Screwboys itself. There is no entrance fee, that's refreshing. I don't bother asking about what type of models they have because it's nearly midnight and I'm already a little disappointed. I'm not expecting to off anyone, and I'm more in the mindset to check this place out and cross it off of my list.

I'm sat inside at a table near the stage. There are no boys on the stage, and the table next to me is filled with women. Actually, nearly the entire bar is. Is it an Indian woman's wedding shower or something? She seems to be having a lot of fun and is friends with many of the other women. 

The shows are sitting down near the entrance, all of them disengaged and scrolling through their phones. I check them out, and while they aren't necessarily twinks, none of them are very muscular. That's okay, I'll order a drink, see the show and leave with an impression of what this bar is like.

I'm sitting right next to the door way to the back, where the drag performers enter and exit. I believe every drink is 350 THB, as a sign on the wall near the entrance says. I take this as the entrance fee. I order my drink and almost immediately I'm approached by a model that is about to head through this door to the back. He's on the shorter side, speaks good English, and has a moderately impressive body. He has a tight stature and good definition. Nothing exceptional but better than average. He immediately asks to sit with me and buy him a drink. What a hustler, I think. I shake my head. I just sat down. He hangs out by this doorway and I can feel him starring at me while I try and watch the stage, waiting for the show to start. If I look back, he immediately engages me again. I don't want to give him the wrong idea.

The performances consist of nearly all drag performances. 3 in a row, and then a performance with several at once. They aren't bad, but they aren't exceptional. A strange choice for a boy bar, I think. Then it's your typical line-up of men on stage. They rotate positions so everyone in the bar can see them. The one who approached me at the beginning keeps looking me in the eyes, and every single time I look at him, he makes a hand gesture that says "Buy me a drink?" and points to the seat next to me. I shake my head no what feels like 15 times. 

A few more of the men on stage are flirtatious. There is one that's a little cuter, but doesn't show his body. He's on the verge of no longer being a Twink, but it's hard to tell if he's my type. He smiles at me and makes a heart formation with his hands. He blows kisses at me. I find it cute and endearing, and it doesn't come across as pandering although I'm sure it's merely a tactic. There is another younger guy on stage, but he's shirtless, and has soft muscle definition. He reminds me a little bit of the one who approached me at the beginning. He does the same thing, points to the seat next to me and then points to himself. I shake my head and smile. 

Wow, the boys here are HUSTLERS! They are working for that paycheque! At this point, the Indian woman stands near the stage and has all of the boys line up. She hands out 100 THB to each boy. They line-up patiently for what seems like an eternity and wait for their turn to take the bill. After this, an older Caucasian male decides to do the same, perhaps seeing the attention this afforded her. He sits at a table right in front of the stage.

I notice the one who was eager to sit with me immediately tries to go through the line-up twice. The older man is taken aback by this but ultimately gives him another tip. Not seconds later, this boy is sitting with him at his table and working him HARD. Touching him, flexing, kissing him. Woah! I'm glad the attention is off of me, but at this point, I've noticed he's probably the one that is closest to my type. His body is the best in the bar from what I can see, and it's getting late. Oh no. Am I about to make a bad decision? I'm a little horny now.
There is a "big cock" portion of this show, but all I remember is that the men walked around the bar and allowed the audience to grope them for a tip. There was one really tall and really lean young model with an enormous cock. 21 cm, I'd estimate. I was immediately enthralled! Finally, it may not be muscle, but that's a mouthwatering piece of meat! He's all the way at the other side of the bar. I quickly grab a 100 THB bill and anticipate him coming to my side of the bar. Oh no, I don't think he has time. The next act is about to begin. Just at the end he does. I hand him the bill and I touch his dick for a few seconds. It's so impressive. Is he beautiful? No. Is he my type? Well, that dick is my type.

Immediately after this, he disappears. When the mamasan approaches me and asks which boy I'm interested in, I confirm this by saying "Did the good one with the huge cock leave?" "Ah, yes, sorry." I'm unsure if he was offed or simply left for the night. Damn.

Horny and now eager for trying another off, I decide on the best option at this time. The model who approached me at the beginning. He's so happy. He comes and sits with me and flexes his body, touches me, kisses me. Woah! Okay, this is off to a good start. He tells me he is Vietnamese. I love Vietnamese men. I find their accent so appealing and they're usually more forceful than Thais. This can equate to good sex. 

"That's my brother," he says, pointing to one of the models that were flirting with me from the stage just a few minutes ago. it's the one who's also shirtless but with soft muscle. He's cute. Really cute. "He's your brother?" I ask. "Mother same, father same." he says. I'm hard as a rock. That is so interesting. "He would really like it if you bought him a drink, it would make him so happy."

When am I going to get the opportunity to have one brother on my right side and another brother on my left? I seize the chance, "Okay, I'll buy him a drink." The model I'm sitting with starts frantically yelling in Vietnamese to the other boy. It takes a minute to get his attention, and then he runs over.

The mamamsan, seeing I have two boys sitting with me, now offers me another table. "So you can see the show better." I'm almost ready to ask, "what show?" I decide to move anyway, so I can cuddle up to both of them better. We are sitting together and they're both very comfortable and quite talkative. There is no awkward silence. The younger one starts to grab my dick in the bar and I get an erection. "Wow, so big!" he says. I take this as an opportunity to ask about their size, "Not so big," the older one replies. "That's okay, you have an amazing body!" I tell him. He flexes. In fact, the entire night he's been flexing and displaying his body. Is it really that impressive? No, he has a small frame, but I like the eagerness to show off.

The younger one asks "Why don't you like me?" jokingly. I tell him, "No muscle!" and he flexes too. It's soft. Maybe it's there, somewhere, but he has more work to do. I find this cute either way. They both continue to grope me. Eager! Do I like having my dick grabbed in a bar? No, not really, but I like that they were engaging with me more than most models I've sat with. This was a good sign. I also took this as a sign that they are open to having a lot of fun in the bedroom. 

I decide I will off them. I ask their price. 2500 THB for one, 5000 THB for both, plus 1000 THB to the bar. It's a little rich for my blood. I decide to take only the older brother. He goes and gets changed. While he's dressing, the younger one does his best to convince me. Grabbing me, mentioning that they are brothers again.

Are they brothers? Is this an act? I now fully expect this to be a ploy, but hey, it works. That's a rare opportunity and a fantasy for many. "Do you fuck your brother?" I ask him. He looks puzzled. "Do you guys have sex with each other? If I take you both, will you be uncomfortable?" He types on his phone "biological brother." I take this as a no, but it wasn't really what I asked. What is their mission in getting me to off them both? 

"I have another brother too," he says. Really? Do I trust anything you say? 

The older brother is changed and ready to go. I pay all of the fees and all of the drinks and the mamasan asks if I need a room. Sure, why not, I don't live close by. I assume the room fee is added to the bill because the bill is quite high if I recall. In excess of 2000 THB? I'm a little overwhelmed and don't take a look at the itemized list. I'm sure I'm being ripped off, but to what extent I'm mere moments away from finding out...

Part 3
With just one day left before Jake's arrival, I decided to take things easy since he seems to have some plans and places he would like to  see. One smart move on my part —I made sure to bring up the topic of compensation in advance this time around. However, his response was a bit unclear. He seemed to think that me handling everything for the next three days would suffice. He mentioned wanting to enjoy Bangkok without the hassle of worrying about MB work and finding clients. While it sounded reasonable, deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that I ought to do something in return when he leaves.
I woke up and spent a few hours responding to emails and checking on the progress of work back home. Mates always nag me about not being able to relax and disconnect properly. But I think that investing time to stay on top of things now prevents a mountain of stress later on post vacation. Plus, it ensures that my vacation doesn't eat into all my leave credits, leaving me with nothing for the future. This approach has served me well so far, though I guess everyone has their own way of doing things.
When my stomach started rumbling, I decided to call it a day and went out for lunch. I stumbled upon a Chinese noodle house near McDonald's on Silom Rd. It turned out to be a poor choice—the service was cold and indifferent. Despite being customer number two at that time, I felt completely ignored by the four staff. I took the initiative to grab a menu myself, but when I sat down, the waiter pointed to a QR code on the table and swiftly walked away. The code led me to a Thai website, leaving me to fend for myself. Hungry and frustrated, I opted for McDonald's next door to fill up. Problem solved, albeit in a less exciting way.
With my hunger satisfied, I made my way to Green Massage for a foot massage. They tried to upsell me to a full-body massage, but I declined, citing my recent meal and the potential mess they may need to mop off. A foot massage there is always a delight, and I've never left disappointed. It's also a perfect way to kill time before catching the boy show next block.
Later in the evening, I found myself at Arena in Silom Plaza. It wasn't high on my list of places to visit prior to this trip, but recent events with Tawan made this visit compelling. Not much seemed to have changed—the atmosphere, the process, and the quality of masseurs all remained consistent. Yet, it still seemed to be the go-to spot for meeting Tawan-like guys, at least for the time being.
As night fell, I headed over to Screwboys, which was quickly becoming my favorite spot. Their current selection was on point, and I couldn't resist checking it out. One boy caught my attention. Not my usual type but his overall playful demeanour onstage and how he vibes with other guys looks entertaining. I quickly signalled to invite him to sit with me which he smilingly obliged. T as he introduced himself is from Vietnam - he also mentioned that it will be his birthday in three days. I nodded politely which he interpreted that I don't believe him. He then whipped out his phone and showed me a photo of his passport. I smiled and asked if he would like a drink.
T seems eager to secure business as he instantly became touchy and leading my hand to explore various parts of his body. A few moments later, we were kissing like we are the only people in the room. This left me a bit embarassed as I am personally not a fan of public displays like this. I asked him if he would like a second drink. He responded saying that will it be alright if his brother can join us and have that drink instead. 
Min joined us and minutes later was doing the same routine as T. I really couldn't complain being flanked and alternately kissed by two gorgeous guys. I was shocked to learn though that they are actual brothers (as per T: "mother, father same same "). I can't even process the fact that they both would like to spend the night. At the end, I politely declined the proposition. I just can't wrap my head around that kind of scenario.
It eventually ended with me and T marching out and doing a 7-11 pitstop. In the counter, T handed me a 100 baht note since he purchased a pack of ciggies. I appreciated the gesture but made it a point to add it to his tip.
At the hotel, we had a lively discussion over microwaved food and he's just a chatterbox talking about his life in Bangkok and his family in Vietnam. I prefer not to participate much in this type of conversation as these can be potentially used later for financial help requests. But T have a very animated and entertaining way of storytelling that I can't help but to engage.
We then showered together and things started to heat up again. Initially, I was concerned that his over the top touchy and flirty gestures in the bar is just for show to convince clients for an off - but he remained consistent all throughout. We had a quick shower, a bit more chat and a few minutes later, told him that Jetlag is calling me. He pulled me closer to his chest, kissed me in the forehead and said our goodnights.
 

Part 2
Writing this trip report has proven to be quite the challenge. Balancing daily activities with the need to have fun, reflect on experiences, and put thoughts to paper has left me significantly behind schedule.
Upon returning to my hotel from Hotmale , I was eagerly looking forward to succumbing to the embrace of jetlag-induced sleep. However, my hopes were dashed as I discovered that my room was plagued by an annoying noise coming from the balcony, which to my horror ,housed the condenser units of adjacent rooms. I endured the disturbance for the night and approached the hotel staff the next day. Thankfully, they promptly assigned me a much quieter and better room. Having to repack and move was a hassle given that I have nested a fair bit with my stuff already scattered everywhere in the room.
Once settled in my new room, I received a message from Jake, a Philipino MB I met from a previous trip. Given this trip is unplanned, it turned out that he'll be in Bangkok as well but with friends and a week later than my arrival. We agreed to have his incoming flight rebooked so that we can meet for a few days before he set off with his mates. Too much drama with this rebooking as I can't use my credit card to pay. Jake said that in Manila, sometimes the airline will look for the card used to pay for the flight during check-in. And he can be deplaned if he's not able to produce it. Still I can't see the logic . Must be an anti fraud thing
Deciding to fill my time, I ventured to Platinum Mall in search of souvenirs and treats to bring back home. Although the mall's offerings remained largely unchanged, I managed to find a few trinkets and enjoy a meal at the Foodcourt on the top floor.
Opting for a change of pace, I hopped on the BTS to Saphan Kwai station and decided to try out 15M. I was asked to remove my footwear before climbing up the second level. I was expecting to be given slippers at this point but was shocked to learn that I will be barefoot the entire time. Some masseurs are in the reception and while I am browsing the menu, noted how much photo enhancement were done to the photos they send to clients. Generally I found the massage experience to be underwhelming, questioning the value of opting for the longer 1.5-hour session as the quality seemed lacking.
As evening approached, I made my way to Dreamboys, only to notice a significant reduction in the lineup compared to my previous visit. Disheartened by the sparse lineup and boring atmosphere, I made a swift exit, seeking a livelier alternative.
I then marched straight to Screwboys, where I encountered many familiar faces missing from Dreamboys. It was a full on contingent on a small cramped stage. I was pleased to spot Mai among the performers, his boyish and manly charm is always a welcome sight.
Among the performers, I invited and struck up a conversation with Boy, a Vietnamese who used to work at dreamboys,  who surprisingly remembered our previous encounter (complete with details!)After enjoying the show, I proposed spending more time together, although Boy expressed his fatigue (not enough sleep for two days) and suggested a short time. I responded saying that I am in the same situation as him and may be asleep way before he did. We agreed, settled my bill and made our way to the hotel. 

I think the Thai Ministry of Tourism should toss this forum a commission for all the spur-of-the-moment trips it inspires. I mean, who wouldn't feel a twinge of envy and rush to book a trip after scrolling through those Thailand adventures and tips written here? So, there I was, bitten by the travel bug, and voila! ------ found myself booking an unplanned trip to the land of smiles.
Touching down in Bangkok after a longer than usual stopover in Taiwan, I braced myself for the infamous immigration snake lines. But despite the full queues, every counter was promptly manned, and I breezed through. Maybe because cause of the build up in immigration, baggage claim took less than a minute, thanks to my luck and  eagle eyes spotting my luggage as soon as I approached the carousel. Sorted out some cash and a SIM card, then off to my pre-booked pickup. As I got whisked off from my pickup point, I was hit with that warm, unmistakable Bangkok air, making me buzz with excitement and giddiness for the adventures ahead.
Hotel check-in was expected to be a breeze, yet I found myself low-key panicking as my card repeatedly acted up declining the transaction.  It finally dawned on me that I had forgotten to adjust the low maximum spend setting—a habit whenever I travel.
The allocated room seemed reasonable initially, but its issues became apparent later. After showering off my jetlag, I hailed a taxi for my pre-booked appointment at S'sense Spa in Suan Plu.
Knott was still at the spa and appeared delighted to see me. Upon asking if he really remember me, he promptly identified me by removing my socks pointing at my ankle tattoo, a gesture that left me both shocked and impressed. The quality of my session with Knott, both massage and cheeky extras, remained consistently good as I remembered. This explains my choice of S'sense as my first stop—a reassuring and safe start to the trip, saving the fun experimentation, risks, and disappointments for later.
Following purchase of supplies and stocking the fridge, jetlag began to rear its ugly head. Nevertheless, I resolved to push through and explore Silom.
To my disappointment, Tawan remained shuttered, prompting me to wax nostalgic reminiscing nights spent there, particularly recalling that going to Tawan was  my first foray into Silom nightlife. My first ever off was with Tawan's hunky Lek, given my hotel was close by (the now defunct Glitz).
Although tempted to inquire about familiar faces nearby, shyness prevailed, fearing potential embarrassment if they were not from Tawan.
I strolled towards Hotmale, noted a familiar performance and lineup except for a cute, smiling hunk whom I promptly invited to join me. He's from Myanmar and only been working there for four months. He has a very sweet and friendly demeanour. Being a rookie, he seems to be very dependent on translation apps. I typically don't mind language barriers, often finding them endearing and cute. But given my fatigue from travel and jetlag, I decided to listen to my body and give tonight a pass. I bid him farewell with a bit generous tip, sincerely promising to return.
And that, folks, is how I ended up with no off on my first night in Bangkok!

 

So i answer to myself because i’m right now visit Berlin. 
i did experiment tabasco from wednesday to friday. I felt very well there. Absolutly not as dangerous as described here. If you don’t behave stupidly and if you have some experience of romanians who prostitute themeselves. Almost all boys are Gypsy romanians. They look like middle eastern sure but you must be deeply ignorant to take them for arabs.
i tried some of them in half hour rent rooms in the corner. It was fine. 
 
don’t do anything in the toilett it’s à bar. 
 
Thanks to Olaf, Andreas and Heiko for their kindness. 
 

This recent trip was the longest I've stayed in Thailand (nearly a month) and was enjoyable despite some random health issues that decided to pop up. Rather than a day by day account, I'll just outline some interesting points.
Bangkok
Bars
Dreamboys: I went here a few times, mainly to see my favourite boy and managed to off him just once. I think he is popular because on another two occasions I visited the bar, he was already booked by a customer. I felt as though the quality has dropped since last time, but there are still some gems.  Screwboys: I was surprised by the high quality here actually, and there were lots of good choices to my taste. I had a short list of two, and it so happened to turn out that they are brothers (and Vietnamese). Took the older one first, and his English skills were really good and he was quite charismatic. The following night I went with the younger brother. Both were satisfactory, nothing earth shattering but an enjoyable time nonetheless. Mamasan was helpful and wrote down the badge numbers of boys that could do my requests. Freshboys: Didn't off anyone here, rather just watched the show and had a drink. I liked the choices here though, lots of toned twinks. Tawan: Just went here for the show as the boys here are much too big for me. Really relaxed atmosphere (although packed in like sardines), and the most x-rated show with a fucking show and jerk-off show amongst others. There were a couple of smaller looking guys in the rotation that would have been suitable for me, as well as the waiter. Banana bar: The majority of the show is katoeys, but they are the most stunning I've seen in all of the bars. The boys don't get much stage time, but I did spot one that I had offed previously when he used to work at Freshboys so we had a drink together. Smoking is allowed in this bar so you will smell like an ashtray when you leave. Moonlight: Went mainly for the show, which is very tame these days. Lots of good options in the rotation though, plus there are the models. Hotmale: A good line up here, and a good show (with very nice dicks). I went back with a Cambodian guy and he was lots of fun. Jupiter: Firstly, very impressed with the quality here. All model material and I could have easily gone with any of them. Mamasan told me the off fee and expected tip for boy, which he said 3000 for short time which I thought was a little on the higher side but maybe because they are models, the higher tip was expected. Or inflation. I ended up going with a nice Cambodian boy, sex was pleasant (but not earth shattering), and afterwards when I gave him 3000 he asked 'is that all?' I was confused, so then he said his rate was 5000. I was dumbfounded. To avoid any conflict I offered 4000 which he accepted. Note to myself for future, to always ask the boy what his tip expectations are, even if you know what the market price is. Kinda left a sour taste in my mouth, but this doesn't reflect so much on the bar itself. You live and you learn, and I'll put it down as an expensive mistake. Sol: The only bar I didn't manage to get to, but there is always next time. Massage
Prime: I went here quite a few times, as I always do, and it's always high quality and run like a well-oiled machine. Advance bookings are required, although I think they are getting a little quieter now that high season is slowing down a bit. Jey Spa: My first time here. I booked in advance a boy who I had been admiring for quite some time, and I was really happy I finally met him. Exceeded my expectations too. Facilities are quite nice, and they are very responsive on Line. Senso: Only my second time here. The boy that I had last time was on vacation, so I chose another who was smiling and waving at me. He was a lot of fun and definitely worth a repeat when I come back. Kman: Last trip I had an excellent time here, so ended up booking the same boy and had an excellent time again. Prices here are much cheaper, but I tip generously. Hotels
Quarter Silom: Good location. The rooms are a little small but well-presented, and with some interesting lighting controls. Rooms are not sound proofed, so you will hear everything. This hotel attracts I think mostly gay clientele, and there is lots of eye candy. Crowne Plaza: Probably my most favourite hotel in the area, but it does come with a hefty price tag. Very quiet, and very guest friendly. I came in late one night with boy in tow, and a manager-like person even pressed the elevator button for us. Le Siam: It's decent, and I did like staying on the other side of Silom Road for once. There are heaps of food options on Convent road which was great. Room size was okay and it is a little dated, but the price point was appropriate.  Other things of note
I finally met the esteemed @vinapu in person! My first forum member I have met, and we had lunch at Happy Beer Garden, whilst having pleasant conversation. Nice to meet you! To be continued...

Some friends told me that there are two cinema still open near the central station and that there are some married gay4pay men during weekends.

Never been to Naples other than in the train station in my way to Amalfi. From friends, I understand that pre covid there was a cinema, Argos or something like that,  very similar to the Kosmos in Athens (easy accessible and cheap gay4pay fun). The cinema closed during covid and never reopened. Apparently there is another cinema near the train station but it is nowhere near as good. Rent-wise on Hunqz, there is some African talent but it is quite challenging and you need to exercise caution. 

I was some years ago in Catania, grindr offered both paid and unpaid opportunities (50 eur). Italian guys, I met one guy and was a good experience. Language barrier - english is not always spoken.

I was in Naples 10+ years ago & there did not seem to be much going on then.  I would imagine that Naples, like every other city on the Mediterranean coast of Europe, now has a presence of refugees from North Africa.  There might be some potential there.

because all the action is in the Vatican

For decades I've never found Italy very promising for us....best action I used to see was at a park between McDonald's and the Termini station in Rome, and that was mediocre.

Hi All,
I thought I'd share with you briefly some of my experiences over the last couple of weeks in the LoS. As a spoiler to avoid disapointing, I'll say it was not a sex-filled escapade, though some spicy action did happen (which of course, I shall describe) 
I arrived in BKK feeling pretty fresh faced, all things considered. Taxi prices from airport seem to have gone up... 600baht said the Taxi Driver! After some firm negotiation, that mostly involved me saying no to his flat fee, and saying I would get another taxi, he agreed to use the meter. I pay express tolls and baggage fee. Not a problem.
(For those interested: To my hotel in Silom, Meter was at ~300 baht, tolls were 100 baht, + baggage was 50 baht I think. I left him with 500 baht.)
I checked in to the hotel, unpacked, had a nap before heading out fairly early for the evening to find something to eat. I checked out Soi 4, which seemed super busy and a little overwhelming. So I took a wander through Patpong, and soon found myself at the Foodland there. Much quieter for me to settle down in to my holiday.
I wandered back to Soi 4, and sat outside Stranger bar for a couple of drinks, checking out Grindr, and acclimatising to the hustle and bustle. I wandered up the Soi, and found myself wandering into Bipolar, above the bar on the corner. It was busy and the drag show was passable, the "hostess" being australian, so very easy for me to understand.
Following a few drinks in Bipolar, I wandered along to see what was happening in DJ station. Much has changed, and I was a little surprised and happy to see its new layout. It's much easier to wander around the club now, and sample everything each room has to offer. I stayed here for a few drinks, dances for a bit and caught a few smiles. For someone who's been living a very quiet life, it was quite the night to wake me up!

 

I was with a bit of flu so I did not make it to any of the bars in the end. Hired a guy I had  met before through Hunqz, skinny and very very hung (100E with cum and full service) and oddly he asked to meet in an hotel by the hour outside town as I could not host (I was with friends who were staying in the same hotel). A proper love hotel, 27 euro an euro.  Not as good as the first time but I was not in an exploratory mood.  Went also to the cinema near kotsia square, had a few quick encounters - 20 to 40 euro. Can't complaint for the price!. Picked up two guys from Omonia and they were a write-off both of them. 
Back in early January after a few days in Istanbul so hope to make it to the bars.  Thanks for the advice. 

Day 9
The only day I had set aside for typical tourist activities was this penultimate day in Bangkok, just before my early flight the next morning. I initially planned a guided tour of the Grand Palace and the Reclining Buddha, but after an underwhelming experience on my first day, I chose instead to briskly explore these cultural sites on my own. My main focus remained on sex.
Before leaving my hotel, I had a quick rendezvous with my third Grindr match. He was a young local, bursting into my room with a coffee in hand and not quite matching his profile pictures. His energetic personality made for some fun, but since he wasn't quite what I had expected physically, the encounter didn't live up to either of our expectations. He attempted to set me up with a colleague of his, showing me a photo of an attractive young man on his phone, but later joked that his friend was 'afraid of my size'. It was an outside chance worth the attempt and emblematic of how Grindr is not a perfect replacement to reality.
Dressed in black slacks and a polo shirt — the most attire I'd worn throughout my trip — I embarked on a journey to explore the city's cultural landmarks. The Grand Palace was a dazzling spectacle, a fusion of shimmering gold, throngs of tourists, endless selfies, and majestic Buddha statues. The heat and the vibrant chaos only added to the experience. Later, I ventured to the Chatuchak Weekend Market, where my prudent budgeting came in handy. I indulged in a spree of retail therapy, spending my last bits of cash on an assortment of bags and gifts, a delightful and unexpected highlight of the trip.
After a flurry of sightseeing, I decided to revisit Prime Massage for a final, luxurious two-hour session. Back home, I usually opt for the 90-minute massages, but during my time in Bangkok, I had typically chosen shorter 60-minute sessions. This caution stemmed from uncertainty about the quality of the experience, as evidenced by a less satisfactory massage at Ssense or the dumpster fire at Sabaidee. However, by this point in my trip, I had grown confident in the exceptional service at Prime. Indeed, the experience surpassed my expectations, providing a thorough stretch and series of adjustments beyond what I had ever experienced.
Finally back at my hotel as evening set in, I prepared for one last grand night out. With my flight scheduled for 8AM the next morning, I decided to forego sleep and make the most of the remaining hours. I reached out to Lenny to see if he could join me, and to my delight, he was available. We agreed to meet at Balcony Bar around 9PM. At that time, I was still engrossed in the Patpong Night Market, now captivated by the allure of Bangkok's street market retail scene. Lenny caught a glimpse of my excitement through a video call, with the bustling market and its cacophony of vendors as my backdrop. He playfully asked me to buy him some underwear, just as I noticed a group of boys horsing around behind him in what looked like a hostel dormitory. Eager to leave a lasting impression, I consented and ended up purchasing several pairs of underwear for him.
As 9PM neared, I joined Lenny at Balcony Bar, where we settled in to watch the scene of Silom 4 Alley,'Gay Street.' The evening unfolded in a way that mirrored my first day in Bangkok, but this time with a new depth. It was the first real opportunity I had to converse with Lenny, and we instantly connected. Our previous interactions had been brief and scattered, often interrupted by his circle of friends or the presence of earlier suitors. Now, alone together, I could fully appreciate his charm, wit, and striking looks.
Lenny expressed a fondness for Balcony Bar, considering it more welcoming than Circus Bar across the street. This sentiment seemed accurate, especially when an Australian man in his sixties, looking remarkably youthful thanks to 'scientific miracles,' joined us. Eventually, Lenny would get a “comp” drink from a friend who I had seen in the background during my video call with Lenny. This friend, a diminutive yet impressively fit Cambodian man, boasted about his adventures from the previous night, “I had five men”, and seemed eager for more. After a brief and dramatic appearance, he disappeared into the crowd, likely off to bag more men for his collection.
As the evening wore on, my conversation with Lenny evolved into something more flirtatious. He playfully lifted his shirt, revealing his toned abs, and his surprise was evident when he felt my reaction grabbing at my crotch and feeling something hard. His curiosity piqued, he ventured further, encouraged by my response, to kiss me passionately. The night's energy grew with each passing moment. Sexual tension pulsating, I decided to make our way to DJ Station.  As I headed towards the street, I noticed a large cockroach casually making its way through the front entrance, seemingly unnoticed or disregarded by the bustling, capacity crowd inside and out the bar. This, I've come to realize, is classic Bangkok.
At DJ Station, we agreed to share a jug of liquor rather than unleash that amount of alcohol solely on my liver and we danced, grinded and made out for a few magical hours.  Lenny thankfully shedding his baggy t-shirt to expose he was wearing a pair of underwear I had bought him by sagging his pants.  Unfortunately, not the thong I had snuck in with a few more conservative boxer briefs.  Eventually, we made our way to the restroom where a jacked Adonis, 6 feet, shirtless and with rippling muscles, had his hard dick out which a farang was greedily stroking.  Lenny went inside the toilet while I remained near the entrance to witness this curious scene and eventually Adonis, confident and tipsy turned to a group of Asians to show off his specimen.  As Lenny was exiting the restroom the two exchanged words, with this Adonis grabbing Lenny by the shoulders and the two seemingly having a pleasant moment.
When I questioned Lenny about the flirty incident, his demeanor shifted, becoming emotional. We moved to a quieter area to sit, and he started to cry. This took me by surprise. He explained that the man had quoted him a fee for a night of company, revealing that the hard and stumbling Adonis was a 'Money Boy.' Lenny, however, insisted that his own intentions were different; he was striving to secure an apartment in Bangkok to find a job, particularly at Balcony Bar, hoping to make his family proud. Amidst this intense conversation and tears, which had sprung from what seemed like a minor interaction, Lenny disclosed a critical detail: he was just 2000 baht short of affording his apartment to allow his dream of getting an apartment nearby to become a reality.
Okay.
Perhaps some of you had already suspected who Lenny really was, and hints like his request for 'underwear' might have given it away. However, it was his dramatic reaction to encountering a vocal and domineering Money Boy, and then his story about a financial 'shortfall,' that made it unmistakably clear: Lenny himself was a Money Boy!  Was this his negotiation to set the rate for the evening?  It hadn't really dawned on me until that moment that I was part of a traditional ST/LT transaction.
Nevertheless, as you have imagined from my various escapades, the fact that Lenny was a hooker was not a deal breaker, or even upsetting, possibly it was the opposite.  While I didn’t really engage with him on “rates” I empathized with his struggle and consoled him - it was not long before we eventually returned to the dancefloor to continue the night like nothing had happened.   
We didn’t make it to G Bangkok - as 2AM arrived, now feeling emboldened that I was on the clock, we made our way to the Furama for an incredible evening and early morning of sex.  I didn’t get a moment of sleep.   At 5AM , I emptied my pockets of 7000 baht, which I had saved for a blowout evening, which I anticipated would be enough for a Tawan/Jupiter/GOD blitz but now went to Lenny.
He assisted with packing, helped to valet my now doubled in sized luggage from the Chatuchak Market purchases, and stayed by my side as I waited for my taxi. He expressed his love and affection throughout. When the taxi arrived, we shared a last embrace and kiss under the sunrise, its poetic hues painting the sky and signaling the end of an epic journey. As I departed for the airport, I was a wreck of emotions: heartbroken, exhausted, exhilarated, and shaken.

 
The Ultimate Tier List
One certainty about Bangkok is its diverse and dense landscape of sex catering to various tastes within the Asian persuasion, and a few sprinkles of hookers and sluts from across the globe. As someone who is versatile-side, relatively fit, and enjoys reciprocal muscle worship, I've clearly ranked my experiences, which will guide any future visits to Bangkok but may not suit everyone. Unfortunately, given the challenges and expense of trans-Pacific travel, I wasn't sure upon arrival if this would be my first or only trip to the city. However, I now suspect it will likely be the first of more to come.
 
S Tier 
Arena Massage - most reliable erotic massage.
Jupiter 2018 - hottest fucking Asians I’ve ever seen.
Prime Massage - World class Thai massage.
Silom Ibis Styles Pool Party - A random party with exceptional results.
 
A Tier
Tawan - Thrilling and intimate.
Grindr - A stalwart with many hits yet many misses.
Sauna Mania - Overloaded with sex.
DJ Station - Overloaded with drunks.
G Bangkok - Overloaded with sex and drunks.
 
B Tier
Jey Spa - Hot boys but inconvenient and expensive.
R3 - Dark, dirty and sexy.
Pattaya! - I have much more to explore here.
 
C Tier
Moonlight - Hot dancers and boys, but forgettable, sterile.
Dreamboy - Same.
Ssense - Cannot compete.
Balcony Bar / Circus - not my thing.

D Tier
Sabaidee - Call the police.
 

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

Day 6
Following an early morning jog at the Ibis Styles Silom gym, I felt the need for a massage. In my itinerary notes, I had marked Ssense Massage as "carnal," distinguishing it from other categories like "sex" or "normal." I anticipated an experience akin to Arena rather than Jey Spa or Prime Massage. However, those expectations were not met.
It appears that experiences at Ssense might vary, or perhaps there's a secret menu, but the establishment offered a passable Thai massage in a small, curtained space. When compared to Prime Massage, which represented the pinnacle of ambiance and skill, Ssense fell well short.
Fortunately, they accepted credit cards, sparing my envelope cash budget. The cost for a 90-minute massage was slightly higher than Prime's, at 700 baht. With the minor additional fee for credit card usage and tip, the total came to about 1000 baht with tip.
The masseur, a young man, was competent, but the lack of privacy in the curtained room was noticeable. The foot massage station was mere feet away, separated only by thin layer of fabric. To make matters worse, a frequent flicking of a light switch in the common area was distracting. The studio's limited space, especially challenging for someone of my height (6' 2"), necessitated unconventional methods like pressing my legs against a wall during stretches.
Overall, the experience was unremarkable, though its proximity to Silom Road was convenient. Yet, I doubt its ability to compete with other massage parlors nearer to the main areas. The highlight of the day came later that evening with my visit to Jupiter 2018.
On my itinerary, Jupiter Bar seemed perfectly tailored to my preferences, known for muscular, model-like figures with stone expressions and dead-inside eyes. Admittedly, this type appeals to me. I’m learning more about myself.  Originally, I planned to visit on Day 2, which was essentially the first full day of my trip. However, the unexpected events at the Ibis Sytles Silom Pool Party significantly altered the first leg of my trip.
As 10 PM neared, I confidently approached Jupiter Bar, now seasoned from several massage sessions and visits to MB bars. With my baht neatly sorted by denomination, rather than haphazardly crumpled, I was promptly escorted to my table by a diminutive waiter. He was quite adorable in his little fancy black dress clothes, identifiable as offable by his garish numbered tag, but that evening, my interest lay elsewhere. While I can appreciate a slender build, my preference was set on meat I could sink my teeth into.
However, my evening was soon deflated by the presence of a live singer, energetically performing renditions of pop songs from years past. He tried his best to engage the audience, which consisted mostly of groups of giggling Asian girls and their friends. Despite his talent, there was a noticeable air of desperation in his attempts to involve the crowd, which largely comprised either these bashful girls reluctant to participate in his karaoke-like performance, or dirty old men, like myself, who were dismayed by this interlude and wanted shirtless men grinding.
Within a seemingly endless twenty minutes of the grating live music, the show finally commenced, and it was nothing short of spectacular. Dozens of men, resembling models with the build of elite varsity athletes, entered the club. They maintained dour expressions, shirtless, and as the show progressed, they alternated between various styles of pants and underwear. Among them, one in particular caught my eye: light-skinned, with a square jaw, long flowing hair, and a piercing glare.  Why so mad?  Maybe I can change him?
The performance included a few quirky, kitschy dance numbers featuring a ladyboy and a select few of the models, including the one, Mad Boy, who had captivated my attention. His body rolls to "Sexy" by French Affair were a standout, prompting me to signal the waiter at once to bring him over. It was amusing to see the waiter relocate my seat neighbor to the back of the bar. He was an Asian man in his 50s and had secured a prime front-and-center seat but judging by his undisturbed glass of Coca Cola, no ice, he seemed to have been occupying that spot for quite some time.
After Mad Boy’s dance routine was over he eventually came to my table to take place of my departed neighbor for a beer I had purchased for him.  Shirtless and brooding, he kept his focus straight ahead as I tried to engage in some light banter.  He could speak good English but he had little to say.  At this point, hornier and exhausted as ever I decided to hell with it and to off him before he could even get halfway through his Singha. I desperately needed get him out of his black pants he had been wearing during his dance routine taunting with a thrusting crotch now that said crotch was inches away.
We made quick time to the hotel and at this point, likely knowing a tip was on the line, he began to warm up, craking a smile every so often and even shooting me compliments.  In the hotel room we got to business and he allowed me complete control over his completely smooth and flawless body to lick him up and down and worship his muscles like I was a depraved kitten.   I also finally got to take full advantage of the jewel box shower in the Ibis Styles hotel watching him lather up in the shower.  We ended the experience with mutual masturbation and he was on his way.  I suspect it was all about 3000 baht between the off fee and tips.  At this point, its been made clear that my grasp of what I was spending should be taken loosely but I suspected it was a very good value even if the ST was rather tame compared to some other hookups.  Nevertheless, he was one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen and Jupiter 2018 secured its place as my favorite MB bar of the trip.
I had a note that I went dancing on this day and nearly forgot that afterwards at about 2am I went to G Bangkok but the atmosphere was a huge departure from the weekend as this was now mid-week. It was very empty about thirty people in the cavernous dance hall that before held hundreds and now spotted a couple girls. I did make out with a chubby Thai boy in his twenties so not a total bust - it was mostly uneventful. Left in an hour.

After supper at Foodland Patpong, Z and I went into Dreamboys. It was 11 plus and halfway into their show. Fewer customers and fewer guys working as compared to last Friday night. Show about the same. Z enjoyed watching the energetic dance numbers. He sang along to the songs that the ladyboy diva singers sang. He didn't like the erotic cock dancing and big cock show. When macho man in heels appeared, Z was taken aback at first but he enjoyed it as the performance went on. "You want to tip him?" I asked, holding out a 100-baht note. Z said yes and appreciatively handed the tip to macho man in heels on stage.
Z recognised and called out to a Dreamboys guy. "He's my friend. He's from Myanmar." He is one of dancers for Sex Bomb dance and he is a good dancer. We watched him dance and I gave Z a 100-baht note to tip him. I can confirm that Myanmar dancer is not just working at Dreamboys purely as a dancer. He is available for off. He has a number on his white shorts and he went on rotation on stage with the other guys. So it seems that Dreamboys doesn't hire only Thai guys. They have guys from the other countries as well.
At 12.15am, the coyote dancing began signalling the start of the 3rd show of the night. Only 6 guys dancing compared to 9 guys on Friday. When they ended, 3 guys received 100-baht tips each while the best 3 dancers received 1000-baht garlands each to applause.
Z and I left after coyote dancing. I said bye to him. "See you next year, Myanmar boyfriend," I said to him as I hugged him. "See you next year, Singapore boyfriend," he replied.