Brummbaer

I'm heading home from Suvarnabhumi Saturday afternoon. Can't say much about bars in Silom and Pattaya, spent most of the time in and around Korat with the in-laws. The apps however - how does numazu put it? - lit up like Christmas trees whenever I opened the phone.
Have a good time.  

Might I also suggest that your trip reports to any country are very welcome and in the Main Forum whenever or where ever you have the time to post even if short stories!

The bars don't get it for me anymore.  In pattaya, I visited bbb only once and once was enough.  I use to love going there but now with the guys in jeans, why bother?  They show more skin on the apps.
Bangkok, I went to tawan but not by choice.  Jupiter was charging 500 baht entry and as it turns out I didn't enter any of the gogo bars after tawan.  And the show at tawan...  It was like watching a veteran tuktuk driver have sex with his fat older cousin.

From the pictures posted here I wouldn't take him even if he pay me to do so .

The guys are in a difficult situation. If they are too forward, they can annoy some of us. 
 
Older readers may recall the 1990s gay guide "The Men of Thailand."  The writer always stipulated in which Bangkok bars the guys approached and vice versa. It seemed that in the more Thai orientated places (often in Saphan Kwai), they didn't, while in Boyztown and so on they did. 
 
Nowadays, I enjoy a drink in the early evening while my boyfriend spends his usual two hours showering and getting ready for dinner (an exaggeration...it's only one) and most assuredly don't want contact in the bars other than a smile and a  sawatdee khrap. Twenty plus  years ago, as a shy newbie looking for company, I welcomed it. 

I'd try one of the massage places near Tukcom. Those kind of places are open at daytime too. Unless you want to use one of the apps like Grindr, hornet, jack'd or romeo to arrange a hook up

Numazu has been advised that he is encouraged to write his trip reports and post them in the Main Thailand Forum regardless of which country he has visited. If at some later date they need to be moved to an existing or New Forum we will make that decision.
 
We consider this discussion closed!

First Full Day, settling in, setting out
 
Jet lag is just something to put up with, I gave up on strategies to cope years and years ago.  I just get up and get on with things.  So, now it's 7am and I'm wide awake.  The room is also steamy and not from sex.  Van is not a fan of air conditioning and turns it off during the night.  This is also a precursor to his taking over the bed.  He will turn, and toss, and make a 360 degree navigation of all corners of the bed, including prodding me to the edge.  
 
His subconscious believes that the center of a bed is just a starting point.  I have let my mind imagine what it must be like in the dorm type living arrangement he has in Bangkok with 4 other Vietnamese boys when they sleep.
 
I don't wake him as we each understand that our internal clocks are different for sleeping and for eating. After working until 2 at a club, he'll eat some street food - usually from the chicken and rice  place in the parking lot next to the Kasikorn bank near the bars and then go to bed around 4.  This assumes that he hasn't been off'd - when the timing varies wildly.
 
So I head down to The Raya's breakfast buffet...this is when I notice one of the differences between The Rays and my former home away from home, the Tarntawan.  While, like the Tarntawan in the past, most of the other diners are men, they are all Japanese.  And, they are all dressed for golf!  I will later learn that Japanese golfers book The Raya as it is convenient to the Japanese shops and restaurants situated on Surawong and Soi Thaniya.  Part of the Thaniya building where Cutey and Beauty, the  very gay friendly salon is located is a mecca for the golfer.  Other than a hole-in-one, anything and everything a gofer could want is available there at prices, I'm told, significantly lower than in Japan.
 
​But, I digress, breakfast is sufficient, there's cereal, eggs, some meats, fruit, and six or eight Japanese specific dishes.  The outlier one morning was spaghetti carbonara.
 
Back in the room, Van has now rotated counter clockwise with his head at the foot of the bed, I catch up on email and attempt to avoid theTrump inaugural news from home.
 
As Van is still asleep, this may be the point in this report, to add some more personal details.  Van and i are more "friends with benefits" than enmeshed lovers.  We were way back when, but have moved on.  My body has also moved on, thanks to medical practice and the consequences of listening to doctors.  On the whole I am, for my age, remarkably healthy.  Other than a Pepto Bismol for upset stomach, I take no medications.  According to my doctor, I have the cholesterol of a teenager.  Yet, that same doctor told me that I had a high reading on the test that indicates the possibility of prostate cancer.  Two years back, I heeded her advice and submitted to a prostate biopsy.  
 
In retrospect, this was not a good idea.  Other than a high reading on the PSA test, I had no other symptoms.  The outcome of the biopsy was two fold: one, I simply have a large prostate thus the high reading; two, the cuts and sample removals from the prostate for the biopsy reduced my ability to ejaculate.  It also lessened somewhat my ability to keep my personal flagpole at attention. 
 
Van and I have discussed this and he knows what will work for me and how to get there.  One of the "benefits"of this friend with benefits is to coach others who I might bring back on the lack of cum.  Saves me quite a bit in explanation.
 
O.K.  Now, I've put that out front for perspective.  I'll go out later any but some Thai viagra for psychological support.
 
Van is up by 10:30, no breakfast, we shower together, and go to Cutey and Beauty for haircuts.  After, we wander around the golf shops and Van calls my attention to some golf gloves which he thinks are leather gloves for a motorcycle, which he dreams about saving for.  I explain the difference.  Which gets him started on his wanting to get a leather jacket for the winter after he moves back to Vietnam.  
 
This starts us talking and google translating about his work.  He has a job back in Vietnam that will also bring him to Bangkok.  Not quite clear on what it involves other than clothes.  He worked for the company when last year when the powers that be drove the Vietnamese from the go go bars.  The company offered him full time work and he's taking them up as he doesn't want to continue being a gogo boy. He's just left Hot Male and had been at Fresh Boys.  He say's less money, much less,  but it is stable and he will do his best to work his way up.
 
We check out the gym at the top of the Thaniya Building, it's about $15 per day per person.  Van say's he doesn't like it as it's air-conditioned.  I figure, I'll maybe use it later in my visit (I won't).  Back to the hotel, While waiting for the room to be made up, Tien asks for help in finding the leather jacket he wants.  Upfront, I tell him, I won't buy it for you but will give you an advance against what I will pay for your time.  When he stays with me all day, I give him 3,000 THB per day..  
 
We google and find nothing.  No, actually find several negative comments on different blogs.  I remember that Tony Leather is located between the hotel and son Twilight.  It seems to be all shoes but perhaps the owner can help or discourage.  Entering, I see there is a lightweight leather jacket in the shop window.  To make a long story short, Tony Leather has some jackets in the back, Van likes none of them, and none really fit him, he shows the manager pictures of what he's found on line.  They can make one up for him in day.  Price 12,000 THB.  That would absorb all of what I'd be giving Van.  With kind words we retreat to the hotel.
 
I decide to take a nap.  Before I'm fully asleep, Van sits on the bed and asks if I'd mind if he went back and negotiated withTony Leather.  He suspects (correctly) that the manager saw me and figured the foreigner will pay.  Van intends to go back and say that it's his money not mine and that they need to deal and maybe he'll have them make the jacket.  I agree this is a good plan and I go to sleep.  About an hour later, he nudges me awake.  He has the price at 8,000 THB and would I advance him 4,000 for a deposit.  Done...he goes off to be measured, and I get some more sleep.
 
It's now 6:30 and Van,not having eaten since midnight, is hungry.  I tell him to pick the place.  We wander around Surawong, I mention Madrid, cited by Vinapu for its cashew chicken, I just get a strange look and we march on.  Van likes fish so after lots of consideration selects Happy Beer Garden.  Staff is friendly, mix of tourist and locals.  Can't say I was impressed by the food, but I carefully chose bland things, Van told me the fish which was fresh from a tank was good.  
 
We adjourned to Hot Male Bar, where La the chief "grabber" of customers welcomed us.  Van tells me he's a good guy and watches out for the boys.  Not everyone is like that and he mentions the mamasans who pressure the boys on getting offs and getting customers to buy drinks.  Not to be disrespectful of his reasoning and feelings, but, having managed some things in my life, I can see the mamasan's side.  THB has to come it  the door to keep the lights on inside.  
 
While we are talking, I have my eye on a bar boy working at Banana Bar.  Short and twinky with hair emerging from being blonde.  Van notices and being devoted to making me happy asks if I'm interested.  I say not tonight.
 
We go to X-Boys which since my last visit to Bangkok in October has had some really positive Forum comments.  We're seated in a prime table in front of a group of young Chinese women.  This is a problem as during the rotation, the rotation stops as three of the boys won't budge from preening for the girls.  So there is no rotation in the rotation.  Pay up and move on to Classic Boys.  It's been a long time since I'd been in to see the water act.  Seated front and center.  Usual buy me a drink from the multiplicity of mamasans.  Maybe twenty guys, almost all twink types on stage.  One extremely cute one waring a red ball cap.  Show starts, the three musical numbers are very good.  Also very good is one of the four coyote dancers who back up the singers.  Great smile and   an energetic dancer with sex appeal.  Van notices.  After the show, I go to the toilet.  When I return to my seat, I find Van has pulled the dancer over and was talking with him.  He introduces him and tells me he's already been off'd but would like to see me later in the visit.   Friend with Benefits.  
 
On the  way out of the soi, he introduces me to the twink from Banana Bar, to whom I give a 100 THB.
 
Stop at Family Mart, Van gets some breakfast food for tomorrow.  Back in the room, he decides  he needs more food and goes to the chicken and rice place,  When back and eating, I decide to go out.  Van will watch a movie on my iPad.  He knows from experience I'm looking for something/someone.
 
He's right, I'm going to Screwboys to see if Yoyo is working.  I met Yoyo in September and we has a good time, very good time, and have been exchanging Line messages.  Screwboys is fairly packed and I managed to get a seat way in the back behind some smokers.  One of the mamasans sees this and moves me even further back out of the range of the smoke.  Ask if Yoyo is there...no...is he still at Screwboys?...yes, not there.  Has he left for home for Tetyet?...Yes/No...???
 
Well, Yoyo isn't going to happen, so might as well take a serious look at the guys on stage in their black and white checked shorts.    I watch a couple of rotations.  There must be 30 boys.  #40 catches my eye.  Tall, thin but muscular in the sense of being defined/cut.  Too far away from the stage to smile and make eye contact, so I mention the number to the mamasan who'd gotten me way from the smokers.  And #40 is next to me.  Some, but only some, English.  Up close he is even more handsome and his ab definition is more than rock solid.  My hands are encouraged to wander and he preempts one question by kissing me.
 
Name is "Nguyen", are you Vietnamese?  Yes.  (I seem to have an affinity for Viets: Van, YoYo, and others (see previous reports).  Ask if knows Yoyo.  He says, "yes" but Yoyo not here.  I wonder if this is marketing 101, take me, competition not competing.
What to you do..."Up to you".  I press a bit here, while knowing I have limitations, I like to know the boys are up for a full range of possibilities.  I think I get a "yes, everything".
 
Now, I don't want to take him back to the room as he hasn't been Van vetted.  I check with mamasan, yes, room are available for 500, off is 400, fee is 2000.  Two drinks 700.  This will be a $100 night at the current exchange rate. I ask Nguyen to get dressed.  Mamasan escorts us to the Pavilion Hotel conveniently located right next door.  He goes with us, I assume, as he gets a tip from the hotel. I pay hotel.  Given a room number.  Basic with shower and bed and a 1980's television that doesn't work but is huge.
 
Nguyen and I undress and take a shower together.  His body is breathtaking.  (DivineMadman will meet him later and his comment was "wow").  In bed we check each other out, as I'm about to taste his cock, he says "I know you".  What?  "I've seen your picture, I know it's you".  What picture?  I figure out that Yoyo showed him a photo from Line.  He tells me his impressions of me from what he knows.  I'm a bit baffled, I know there  is a bar boy telegraph about customers, but this is somewhat over and above.
 
I go back to my tasting and sampling, we 69, then back to deep kissing. He tells me that I'm large.  No, I'm  not,  but thanks for lesson 2 from Marketing 101.   I don't attempt to fuck hime, but he takes three of my fingers into himself, lots of cock play, mutual masturbation, I come strongly - an orgasm without cum.  Nguyen doesn't quite understand, but has a major chuck wow release.  We cuddle/spoon for a while, then unsticking from one another take a long shower. No rush.
 
He wants me to have his Line,  don't have my phone.  We go back to Screwboys and he gets some note paper (which is torn from a log of how much money each boy brought in from drinks (it's old but still interesting when I look at it the next day). I wait outside and the mamasan comes out to check how things went.  This is very full service.  Nguyen brings me his screen name andI learn that Nguyen is Uyn (still pronounced "Win").  
 
I return to The Raya where Van is in bed waiting for me.  I tell him checked out the clubs.  He smiles...he knows me. I get in bed, and he wraps himself around me for some spooning.

Their friends, who will lend them the money, should they have some spare cash at the time it's needed. And those friends will borrow in time of need too. 9000 per month is actually enough for a Thai to survive on and still be able to send money home to mum. Even in Bangkok a Thai will find a basic room (running water, but no shower, not near BTS) for 5000 or less - I believe ChristianPFC was room hunting a couple of years ago and can confirm - and with lots of streetfood options they can feed themselves with 100/day or less. To put the 9000 in perspective, starting salary at a bank for university graduate is 12000, and I believe we all know that banks tend to pay rather well world wide.

Their friends, who will lend them the money, should they have some spare cash at the time it's needed. And those friends will borrow in time of need too. 9000 per month is actually enough for a Thai to survive on and still be able to send money home to mum. Even in Bangkok a Thai will find a basic room (running water, but no shower, not near BTS) for 5000 or less - I believe ChristianPFC was room hunting a couple of years ago and can confirm - and with lots of streetfood options they can feed themselves with 100/day or less. To put the 9000 in perspective, starting salary at a bank for university graduate is 12000, and I believe we all know that banks tend to pay rather well world wide.

None of them really appeal to me, but if I had to choose I'd go for the smile of Mr Venezuela.

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

I was told to say sawadee kaap when addressing a male and sawadee kaa when addressing a female - but then I don't know how much I can trust my teacher. My boyfriend keeps cracking up when I try to pronounce the thai word for "banana" which is one of those tonal words that has a different meaning depending how it comes off your tongue. Apparently the way I say it a Thai will understand penis. Wouldn't want to order a penis milk shake in a cafe... at least not when the wait staff is female

Recently visited Siem Reap and while massages and man chasing was  not on my agenda at all life run its course leading me to visit 4 massage places and here are my impressions:
 
BLUE HATHA / I learned hatha means hand in Khmer/.
Centrally located, two blocks from Pub Street. 6-7 boys on duty, similar format to HERO , boys behind the glass and you pick up whomever you like the most. Took my usual 1.5 hr. session with boy with broadest  smile at me.
 
 1 hr.- 15 USD , 1.5 hr. 20 USD. Only cold shower, shower alone .Mattress on elevated pedestal. Massage good, boy in underwear, removed at bit later. Pretty soon talk turned to boyfriends , marriage proposals etc. Shortly speaking  , hint was given that more than massage is available and will be provided on request.
 
After massage shower together , boy mentioned he doesn’t like cold shower but soldiered on. Tipped 40 and left smiling , planning to return as quite a few boys took my fancy but life run it’s course.
 
LINGA BAR AND SPA
In a small alley parallel to Pub Street. 3 massage rooms upstairs from the bar, well appointed, marbles , hot water , mattress on elevated pedestal. Boy was assigned to me from rotation which I did not mind as he was looking good to those tired eyes. 1hr 19 $, 1.5 – 26$, took that session as always.
 
Boy dressed in singlet and underwear , pretty soon my foot was positioned firmly against his jewels but my foot  movement was met with stern ‘what are you doing? ‘ just to keep appearances I guess.
 
Massage was good and playing mouse and cat trying to reach contents of his undies was fun but we did not go further than just those semi-innocent games. But I liked an experience, showered alone after massage, tipped 30 $ and left smiling . Certainly not as adventurous as Blue Hatha but potential is there for those who are determined I guess.
 
BARCODE
At river end of  Party Alley , extension  of Pub Street, opposite to a wat . There’s bar on a first floor and few well appointed  massage rooms upstairs. It looks that they also have a rotation system but boy who was supposed to be first in line was missing ,  guy on duty  tried to find him for a moment but said if you like me , you can take me. I did as he was tall and fairly well built so why not ?.
 
Price structure the same like Blue Hatha. Massage on a table, again 1.5 hr. course taken, showered alone which seems to be Siem Reap standard. Massage boy in briefs but after a while he made sure he was not far from my wandering hands. Noticing my interest asked ‘ you like my cock? You can have it whole night tonight if you like’. Certainly proposal worth careful consideration and after whole 5 seconds of deliberations my  answer  was ‘sure’.
 
No need to say massage session at this moment was terminated and since narrow massage bed was not conductive to getting to know each other better we decided to continue in my room. Off fee was 5 $ only , I guess so cheap because I already paid for massage and I gave him his massage tip as well.
Off we went picking up some street food on our way to a hotel where we were greeted by knowing smiles of owner and few tourists  congregated   in the lobby but days where I would be embarrassed by such attention are mercifully long gone.
 
We both did very well by that arrangement, not only spending three nights together but also upon learning that in the morning I’m taking trip to very remote Prasat Bakan he asked if I think he can go with me to which I agreed happily.
More about that adventure in the incoming trip report.
 
MAN
This is man only resort hidden in small alley close to Wat Polanka, kind of hard to find but if one follows maps from their website is not really that difficult to get there. From main street National Highway 6 there small alley with sign “Man” and it’s really short walk from there. Tuk-tuk drivers apparently all know the place and it may be the truth because first one I hailed close to my hotel knew it.
 
I went there with very high expectations as very name ‘Men’   says it all. Very classy place with prices to match, price structure the same like in LINGA 20/26 for 1/1.5 hr session. I was assigned boy, very , very good looking , not tall but God-like muscular so I was hoping for plenty. On the way to a massage room glimpsed amenities, pool, gym , few patrons, one with boy beside.
 
 Showered alone , massage on the table with well, boy in singlet and briefs and he stay that way for the whole 1.5 hr. course. Not even once  hint was given that fun other that just a massage may  be available so I had just that- very good professional massage by extreme eye candy but that’s it. Left 30 $ tip which considering circumstances was probably too generous but truth is I liked massage.
 
So in comparison with Bangkok or Pattaya massages in Siem Reap are not as adventurous but fun can be had as my Barcode adventure testifies. Certainly there room for further exploration and I liked all 4 places even if experience was not exactly Senso, Arena or Hero like. But after all it’s different country , different culture so subject of man to man massage may be approached differently as well. 

In the beginning word of warning as tittle of the thread is  a little misleading.
 
I went to Cambodia without any intention to chase men, rather I wanted to visit some places which at time of my previous visit back in 2001 were inaccessible due to mines,  impassable roads and lack of any infrastructure. Old habits are dying slowly so when opportunity appeared so did men in my environment, hence tittle.
 
This time an inspiration for  a trip came directly from e-mail in a form of fare offer which  seemed to good to be true but turned out accurate. Only requirement was to make decision  fast as it was expiring in a day or two so I did and as result flew through half of the world for less than 600 $ round trip.
 
Thus day 1 of my trip started early in the morning with 1.30 a.m. landing at Swampy. Immigration was a breeze this time and exchange rates in the airport looked decent so I made smart decision to exchange 100 USD just in case since I had only 500 baht  on me from the last trip , enough for taxi but not much more.
 
Air temperature was nice surprise as well , arrival in BKK is usually marked by wall of hot air but definitely not this time. 425 baht including tolls , airport surcharge  and driver’s tip and I parked myself in Nantra Silom. Decent , modern and clean room for less than 1000 baht always good deal. Did not go to bed though, instead went to Patpong to see half naked workers finishing packing up night market stalls and goodies. Always pretty sight.
 
 From there through darkened soi Twilight where I noticed still some patrons drinking at blackened Hot Male beer bar at 2.30, to BBB Inn to see if my favorite masseur Tao is still working there. Yes and no as I was told he just left yesterday for 2 weeks vacation and will be back only just before my departure.  
 
At computer in the lobby was sitting another boy and receptionist read me very well suggesting him as a substitute for late night massage. Sure. My 100 $ exchange at the airport came handy as price of massage was pretty steep at 1700 boy tip included.
 
Curious I asked how much of that boy gets and answer was 500 which later I confirmed as being accurate, in fact is 510 which is 30 % of fee paid. Certainly it’s pretty expensive but I guess they charge for 7/24 availability.
 
I’m glad I started my trip somewhat in style and after 18 hours in silver tube  certainly massage was not waste, in fact enlivened me enough so we could have some fun with the handsome  boy who was entertaining me .1.50 hr.  and an additional tip of 1000 later  I was seen marching through completely deserted Suriwong to the hotel to get some sleep.
 
Not that I overdid it , three or four hours later I was up again to start my day with some planned chores-post office , some shopping, barber and my customary walk through Lumpini park but this time no familiar faces at the gym. Jet lag was catching with me so it was lazy day but late afternoon I went to Senso hoping my favorite from there Jack , author of funny phrase “ I like girls but I like your hand too “ will be there.
 
Both mamasans recognized me or at last smiled and proclaimed “ I remember you” and Jack was there so we went for 1.5 hr session which was exactly what I wanted and expected. Senso and Arena are never disappointing me and I like Jack for his wit , massage skills and great muscular and smooth body. As said many times , straights somehow are working for me very well. Over tipped him with 2000  and still think money well spent.
 
I always follow advice of not eating at least 2 hrs before massage so I left quite hungry. But it was dark already so I went straight to Oasis on Suriwong where they make one of best chicken with cashew nuts everywhere and treated myself with my favorite dish.
 
Left restaurant at 8.30 , this is a time when paulsf from our forum usually takes his position in the HotMale beer bar and he was there. We had nice conversation over whatever we were drinking and then went to Fresh Boys for a show . Some impressive appendages in the big cock show making noises by hitting steel  pole with their own one by  using trick of hitting that pole with their knee as well. Nobody notices it because no sane men having chance of watching cock and a knee will opt for second option. Bar was about half packed on that Friday night.
 
Distributed two 100 tips, liked look of #28 but at my first night in Bangkok my heart was somewhere else – Tawan, so left charms of fresh boys and paulsf with them and went straight there.
 
Right inside I was greeted by smiling Alek, boy I took to Pattaya in Jun and Tiger whom I never offed long time  and was hoping to nail him tonight. Show was almost over with 2 boys chuck wowing on the stage , tipped each 100. Ordered drinks for both boys and me, in meantime boys I offed in the past – Toon , Phet , Od , Soda came to shake hands smiling and of course offering their company tonight  but  my sights tonight were on Tiger.
 
 In meantime I noticed quite a few new boys , in particular # 6 looked great , later on he came to shake hands too. Hope there’s future here. Asked about Boy #15 , my favorite personality at Tawan but he went home for few weeks.
 
So now I’m sitting surrounded by smiling muscular beauties with Alek to my left asking me to take him tonight and Tiger to my right with me asking him if he goes long time. Answer was immediately ‘yes’ so only thing left is to settle compensation as other expectancies are mutually known, we met few times short time and pretty much know what to expect – last December he was my best off on my trip which without any doubt I consider my best ever.
 
Quote of 5000 comes, yes , sure what about my usual 3000. Not even 3500, 4000 minimum , OK , I bleed alive but pay. I guess he read me correctly that I was determined to off him and cashed in being third boy from there milking me for that much. In meantime Alek  is doing his best to extract off from me on a basis that Tiger has more offs than him like I came  that far to bring sense of even-handedness to Tawan boys.
 
O boy , how I got myself into such trouble in my favorite bar? Am I sucker? I guess so it dawned on me.
Now Tiger and me are leaving bar for short walk to Nantra, both happy or at least pretending to / I was genuinely happy, I like Tiger, he likes 4000 I guess/.
 
Great company , great off, money well spent and  than in the morning he tells me he needs to go to the gym like he did not have enough gymnastics with me apparently, LOL.
 
It was pretty late but still morning , not even late morning and while I have high tolerance for monetary requests , I have low one for boys telling me when appointment is over. So I gnash my teeth , smile, kiss him good bye and pretend to be happy.
 
On my way to Fodland Patpong for breakfast / Nantra has free breakfast but it’s basic one , too basic for me/ I check my e-mails in the lobby. There’s one short but angry from Alek proclaiming how disappointed he is with me not offing him  last night. So day 1 so great through and through is finishing on sour note for me.

I remember staying in a guesthouse in Pattaya once which had a sticker on the bathroom mirror that you could get Kamagra from reception

There are lots of drugs which are prescription-only in Europe that your friendly Bangkok pharmacist will sell you over the counter. Just take the box or instruction leaflet which specifies the active ingredients into the pharmacy. Then they can check if they have the drug you need, as the pills may be sold under a different name in Thailand.

Girls!!! Please stop the bickering or start wearing skirts.

This thread is quite saddening that even now some gay people don't feel able or willing to be at ease with others ( and themselves) enough perhaps to be open and honest with the world in general about their every day lives if asked by people they care enough to give an answer to.
 
I do understand that some people aren't "out" and I guess that's a reason to be cautious etc but if that's not the case then what's wrong with just saying the truth i.e I go for a nice holiday as I love it there and if pushed then adding "and as I meet loads of cute guys" and if pushed further then " and yes for lots of hot sex with those same cute guys too", Or if feeling a little less open than that and don't want to enter into the conversation then what's wrong with  "I go for a holiday and to have lots of fun" - and if they reply with some dig or knowing smile with "ahhh but what SORTS of fun" a simple answer of "well what sort of fun do YOU think I mean " and a quizzical telling off look on your face meaning "so if you seemingly already think you know then why the fuck are you asking me anyway ?"
 
Personally I refuse to let ANYONE shame me into having to tell lies about who I am, I'll either happily tell the absolute truth if I feel I want to and feel it's a conversation I want / can be bothered having - or if it's not then I've obviously deemed to it to be none of their fucking business and so they don't deserve any sort a sensible answer other than " I go cause I like it there" anyway.
 
Fuck the guilty and secrecy, life's to short and in my experience no one REALLY gives a fuck anyway and if asked in a group and you try to hide it you get them all nudging each other with a knowing "ahhhh I knew it" smile at your expense, whereas if you reply "I go as I just love the lady boys there" you'll normally get a moments silence, followed by a hesitation and then a collective "oh well, good for you mate, whatever makes you happy" - closely followed by at least one of the group coming up to you privately later to ask a) were you serious back there and when you say you were then starting to tell YOU about HIS secret holidays when he was fucked senseless by a lady boy and loved it and then asking you not to tell anyone !
 
And finally there's usually ONE person in that group who will strut off with a "well I don't care I think it's disgusting" going on - and THEY are the one's who you can bet are living the biggest lie of all and are out in gay saunas and cruising in public parks and toilets and doing stuff that half of us wouldn't be caught doing ever.
 
So, fuck other people and their judgements and (fake) shocked attitudes, lifes to short to give a shit what others think and they're all just as scared as we are that we give a shit about THEIR dark and dirty secrets  - which of course we absolutely don't anyway !  

I'd rather expect ' up to you ' answer for such a question

If a Thai boy replies "yes" to whatever you say, it doesn't mean he agrees,
it doesn't even mean he understood what you said, it just means he heard you.

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

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

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

Day 10.6 So Fresh and So Clean
 
(all photos in this post are not mine, and can be freely downloaded from the interwebs)
 
The first time I have ever set foot on Soi Twilight was a clear night on February 2014. Back then, armed with the knowledge from the best trip reports and advice from this forum, as well as reading the blog http://bangkokbois.sawatdeenetwork.com/ religiously before heading out to Bangkok, I was so nervous and wasn't sure I could actually do it. I chose my first hotel, Crowne Plaza, knowing how many meters I had to walk from the hotel to the bars. I made sure I was ready before 10:00 PM to get to the bars so I can get good seating and see the shows. I even made sure I had some 20, 100, and 500 baht notes in my pocket so I was ready to give out tips.
 
 


I knew where to stay, where to go, what time to be there, and what to bring. But nothing could prepare me for the initial assault on the senses that I was about to witness as I walked on Surawong and see Soi Twilight from the distance. The neon light signs, the aggressive bar touts, and the boys sashaying up and down the Soi, was too much for me. I entered the Soi, pretending to be unimpressed, and ignoring everything they were throwing at me. I walked too fast that I got to the Classic Boys side of the Soi without stopping and even able to check anything out.  
 


I left the Soi to try to compose myself. I decided to go to Tawan instead, and the rest is history. 
So tonight, with my eye candy in my arm, I step into Soi Twilight for what it seems to be the 100th time, without the shyness from before. Now, at the end of my trip, I am almost jaded, a little over the bar scene. I know that when I get back home I will be aching to be back here again. Maybe one can really never do this everyday. It's good as an occasional thing. But once that you have indulged in the fantasy, and had your fill of the hospitality the boys are known for, it's time to step away. Tonight it my last night in Bangkok this trip. It was time to go.
 
I have made plans with paulsf to hang out tonight on my last night. Before this trip I have been peppering him with questions about his take on some of the bars here, and I have followed his advice on some queries I had. This is the beauty of gaythailand. I get a lot of advice on all things gay Thailand, and I get to meet cool people in the process once in while. I’ve seen paulsf probably three nights now but we have never really hung out to watch a boy show together.
 
We meet him around 9:30 PM at Hot Male beer bar. We exchange pleasantries, and BurBoy gives him a hug, and we sit down with him as we talk about each other’s activities for the past few days. BurBoy was again content in being in the background while the two westerners exchange Bangkok stories. I share with him my lament about my impending goodbye with BurBoy and Thailand. For people who have read my trip reports, they know how much I get attached to the boys I spend time with the most, and BurBoy is no exception.
 
At around 10 PM we decide in heading out to Fresh Boys, which was just a few steps from where we were sitting. I’ve only been here three times before. Once in February, and I talked about it in my trip report, mistakenly identifying the bar as X-Size, another time with my BF and we bought this wickedly handsome Khmer a drink, and another time just 5 nights ago when I was trying to get a boy before seeing BurBoy. I always like the boys here, but I never seem to be able to off anyone. I’m pretty sure I won’t be offing anyone tonight either. This has been my white whale.
 
 




We go in and get seated in the back benches that had a view of the front of the stage. There were probably two or three more parties in the bar so it wasn’t full. We get asked our drink orders and settle in to watch the boys advertising their wares onstage. The police raids that happened a few months ago on Soi Twilight that forbid the non-Thais to work in the bars, was to me an unfortunate development in the lead up to my last trip in June. I’ve always thought the variety in nationalities of the boys in the bars gave it the edge it needed. The exception of course was Dream Boy. For some reason, having an all-Thai employee base works well for that bar, and the effect is sometimes beautiful. 
So I was happy to hear that non-Thai boys were allowed to work in the bars again. Onstage at Fresh Boys right now, wearing only tight white underwear, was a good mix of Thais, Viets and Khmers (and maybe a Burmese or two). It was a good looking crew tonight, although not as many as other bars. Some of the boys were eyeing us, trying to see if we were the offing types or not. paulsf, as the only farang in our group, got the bulk of the attention. He wasn’t calling anyone over but the boys kept introducing themselves to him. BurBoy had one leg wrapped around my leg and holding my hand, possibly to both stake his claim and for comfort.
 
The group of boys who stood out for me tonight were the Viets. They were all young, hot, fit, and handsome. Some of them I recognize from Hot Male. paulsf has told me that Hot Male was, for the moment, not hiring any non-Thais, so some of the boys had to land somewhere else. If I was alone tonight I might have thought of inviting them for a drink, but paulsf tells me that most, if not all, of the boys are tops. For some of these gorgeous boys, I can probably make an exception and off them anyway.
 
The boys get off the stage as the show is about to start. BurBoy puts his head on my shoulder as paulsf, sitting on the other side, gives me some of his impressions about what is happening onstage. One of the first numbers was the big cock show, a staple in most of the boy show bars in Thailand. One after another, a hot boy/man would appear with a big raging hard-on. In this bar they did something extra: they would “bang” their rock hard penises on a steel pole that was onstage. The pole would make a big “clank” noise, as if someone was hitting the pole with a steel bat.
 
That probably hurts, banging your hard cock against a steel pole and getting it to sound like that. But I immediately see the parlor trick. As they bang their cock, they also use their knee ever so subtly to bang the pole as well, creating the sound. What was funny was first paulsf turns to me and tells me about the knee thing, and then after that BurBoy turns to me and tells me the same thing. “No original.” BurBoy adds. I guess he has seen this parlor trick before.
 
There was a number where this tall, lean muscular handsome guy with a long and large hard cock was chuck wowing in front of us, while playing gay porn in his iPad, to music. It was entertaining and hot, because the guy just had one of the biggest penises I’ve ever seen on a Bangkok stage, he had an unfair lean muscular torso with a six pack, and he was playful, posing in different ways onstage, and making sure we all saw what he was watching on his iPad, which was gay porn. paulsf tells me the guy was over 40 years old. How I wish I looked like that when I’m in my 40s. I wish I was hot like that now. Good genes trumps everything I guess. At that age though, you can hardly call anyone fresh, but somehow it suits him still.
 
There were a couple of energetic ladyboy lip-syncs with two backing dancers. The tunes were upbeat and the boys dancing were kind of cute and could dance really well. I hear BurBoy singing along to the songs that was being lip-synced. I was kind of enjoying hearing the song on stereo. paulsf remarked that this was one of his favorite parts of the show.
 
There is a fuck show in this bar, but it was kind of different and weird. They put a screen, or a net, across the stage so you don’t see the fucking directly, per se. After seeing the no-holds barred acrobatics in Tawan and Screw Boy throughout the week, this seems pretty tame. This was the time me and paulsf and BurBoy talk. How blasé we have become, talking over a fuck show. There was also a shower show. Again, blasé.
 
One Viet guy approached paulsf. paulsf did not want the boy to sit with him, so the boy kept his distance, but soon he sat next to him. I see them talk for a bit before the boy extends a hand to introduce himself. paulsf tells him we are both Americans, which prompted the boy to remark that he thought I was Thai. I get one every night. The boy was cute but paulsf was not having any of it.
 
While the show was happening I check my phone. The bar was not too strict with the phone usage, though I am sure that you still can’t take photos inside the bar. I see some Line messages from Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG), asking me if it was my last night in Bangkok tonight. I answer and tell him it was. He replies and says that if it was possible tonight, I should go to Dream Boy to say goodbye. He adds that I don’t have to buy a drink for him, he just wanted to see me. I tell him I will see what I can do.
 
I tell this to BurBoy, that I wanted to go to Dream Boy after this bar to say goodbye to DTG. BurBoy has never met DTG, and he was immediately skeptical about the meeting. He asks me “How do you know boy?” I tell him I offed him in the past. “You still talk him?” I say once in a while. “You want off him tonight.” No, I say. I am with you. I just want to say goodbye to him because I haven’t seen him in a long time (a bald-faced lie again). BurBoy just shrugs. I guess he didn’t like it as much but figured he would let me do it.
 
The show ends and we pay up for our drinks. I tell paulsf that we have decided to go to Dream Boy because I wanted to say goodbye to DTG. paulsf decides to go with us to Dream Boy, a bar he doesn’t check out that often.
 
So Dream Boy, and DTG, next…

Day 10.3 Shopping for Salvation
 
With my vacation coming to a close, it is time for me to think about my real life back in the US. Not that all this love and sex and hedonism in Bangkok isn’t real. But this is just about 19% of my life. The other 81% you guys don’t know about. It’s the part where responsibility and obligation and the mundane and the routine come in. It is the ordinary, but important part of life. How else can you have the energy and the money to let loose once in a while. One simply cannot live in a heightened sensory state all the time. Pretty soon you will long for the quiet and the rest. Life is all about balance.
 
So thinking about my real life means thinking about my BF, the other love of my life, my family, and my friends back home. They all know I am here. Some of them even see vague Facebook posts about my time here. So I will have to get them souvenirs. From my travels. I don’t usually get all my loved ones something whenever I go here, but I haven’t given them anything in a while, and I went to a new country, Cambodia, so it would be good to buy them something, and my mom has asked for a some stuff as well.
 
So our next destination is Platinum Fashion Mall. I’ve never been to this mall, and at first blush the name sounds posh, but just because the name has “Platinum” in it doesn’t mean it is only for the 1%. Like MBK, Platinum Mall is like they shoved Chatuchak Market into two big buildings. I’ve always had fun visiting Chatuchak Market. Apart from the usual clothes and souvenirs, there are a few niche items that I love finding in that market (and I am not just talking about the Hitler t-shirts, complete with swastikas, found in some stores). It is an assault on the senses, including physically, because the lack of aircon means you have to search for deals in the heat and humidity.
 
We head up Ratchadamri Rd to Platinum Mall from CentralWorld/Isetan. It was overcast so the heat wasn't a concern, but the humidity still got us. We entered the mall and we see a Starbucks. BurBoy takes two waters, pays for them and hands one to me. We sit for a bit and then head on back to shop for deals.
 
There's a little bit more order to the chaos of the mall, moreso than MBK, but still that's not saying much. But that's OK. Half the fun is just going from store to store and seeing what they have, and then quickly moving on. There was no point in lingering too much at a store that didn't quite have what you wanted.  Chances are the next store or 5 will have it. And if you find something in a store that you can't live without, get at least 2 more of them at least. They're cheap enough that even buying 3 at full price is way cheaper than getting 1 at your western country, and you can haggle down the price easier if you buy more of it.
 
So that was my system. When BurBoy saw something that he liked, I would look for more of the same item with gifting it to my BF or friends and family in mind. I would let BurBoy haggle down the price, and not only do I get BurBoy his gifts, but gifts for my other loved ones as well. He gets mostly t-shirts, so I got some for me and others. He got some shorts and that made me get some for me as well. 
 
This was also a great way to spend time with BurBoy. He has been a great companion for me all this time. I am happy to buy him little tokens of my appreciation through shopping. In turn he helps me buy stuff for people back home as well, and he sometimes asks questions about who I was going to give it to so he can have a hand also in picking the best gift. By the end of the shopping trip, I think I only spent 1200 baht on him. And probably three times that on gifts for other people. That's a little bit over $140, which to me is money well spent. I have a happy BurBoy appreciative of the gifts, and I have giveaways to share back home. I even got some for myself.
 
We decide to have some coffee before heading back to Silom. BurBoy takes the lead and finds us a table. I tell him to go to the counter to look at the menu so he can tell me what he wanted. After about a minute he comes back and says he would like a Mocha Frapuccino. I leave him with our shopping bags and table to order. I wanted an iced coffee with a hazelnut shot. I pay for the drinks (about 275 baht) and also get a banana and a cookie (120 baht). I sit down with BurBoy to wait for the orders, and hand him the food. He takes the banana. After 3 minutes the drinks were ready. I hand him his drink and we share in the caffeine and the afternoon. Life was good. 
 
After finishing our drinks BurBoy tries to carry all the shopping bags, but I tell him I will help. We head out back on the street, using the overpass this time, to get from Platinum back to Isetan/CentralWorld. After a good walk we get back to the BTS to whisk us back to the Crowne Plaza.  Back in the room we sort our loot and I start packing most of my stuff in my roller bag. I better get most of this done now before we start our night.
 
It was 6 PM so we try to relax in the room (or, lelax in loom). No free food in the room but the happy hour was happening in the lounge room. I ask BurBoy if he wanted to get a drink and he said maybe later. With the shopping and packing done we just lie down in the bed and watch TV for a little bit. We didn’t say much to each other. We knew this time together will end tomorrow. I’ve become too comfortable with him that I start believing that this was my reality. I shake off the negative feelings and just be in the present with BurBoy. I hold him tight and focus on the show onscreen.
 
We spend an hour just relaxing like this, before we decide to get going with our night. There was no point in napping before the night tonight. It would be good for me to actually be a little tired when I get to my flight tomorrow. I need to start adjusting to my time zone in the USA, and last night was a start, with going to bed at 5 AM. People have ways to ease into their home time zones to reduce jetlag, my usual way is to be awake in the same waking hours as my destination time zone, and be tired enough to sleep during my flight. It does not always work but its good enough.
 
We shower together as usual, and prepare ourselves for the night. We decide to wear some of the new clothes we just bought. We both have a feeling tonight is a big night. I tell BurBoy that we should have dinner before going out to the bars. I also tell him that we should hangout with paulsf tonight since it was my last night in Bangkok, and he is still in the middle of his trip. He asks me a few questions about how I know paulsf. Understandable that he asks about these things, as he is a very inquisitive boy. I make some cockamamie story about meeting him a few trips ago and we became friends. Of course I can't tell him that we belonged to this famous gay forum in the internet where I spill the beans on our relationship.
 
We finish dressing up and leave for dinner. We had luck going to Silom Plaza this morning for brunch, so we decide to go there again for dinner. We have had a few dinners in Silom Plaza before, but there was one restaurant that seemed to be always full whenever we decided to check it out. I could count at least three times when BurBoy would go to that restaurant to look at the menu and liked what he saw, but the wait for a table was always too long for us.  As we head over to the basement level of the mall, we see that restaurant had a table empty. So we rushed over to claim it.
 
Before I continue, and before everyone says that these trip reports are turning into a foodie blog, let me just say that I have received a few PMs from people asking me for recommendations on places to eat in Bangkok. So I made sure I took the extra time to feature the meals that me and BurBoy (and CB) have had this trip. It is not for everyone, but for the few that have asked for this, you’re welcome.
 
So the restaurant that we finally will be able to eat at is called "Zaab Eli". Facebook link: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Zaab-Eli-Silom-Complex/399199463520575 and internet image:
 

 
We were going to settle for the empty table that was just outside of the restaurant, but the receptionist pointed to a better table inside that we might also like. We went inside and get seated. We get handed the large two-sided menu:
 

 

 
Again, I love the concept  of menus with big photos of the food in addition to the text describing the food. The English translations also help. We choose some drinks first. I liked the “Half coffee and half thai tea” option they had, and BurBoy gets the “Pandan leaf juice with collagen jelly”, as well as sharing a bottled water:
 

 
We look at the menu and choose our items. I realize that mine and BurBoy's number is “4”. We always get four things of food over dinner. We are constantly hungry and I guess 1 food item per person is not enough. We order “Porkchop steak with Thai local sauce,” “Fried rice with shredded pork jerky and soup,” “Sundried stripped beef,” and “Spicy and sour soup with chicken.”
 
As we wait for our meals we forget our impending goodbyes tomorrow and just spend time as a regular couple. No reason to sulk and be sad. BurBoy is a serial optimist, always looking at the bright side of life. He tells me about his plans for the next few weeks. He is hoping that the money he got from his former farang benefactor will get him far in Myanmar. But he is open to stay in Bangkok for a little longer, maybe stay with his parents for a while, and decide on a future course of action. He tells me about Yangon and Mandalay and how nice it is there. I tell him I will definitely visit him and visit those cities.
 
Our food comes and we dig in:
 

 
We share everything, of course, and everything was so good. We take our time to devour the food, and we both agreed that this restaurant was worth the wait. We can see and taste why this restaurant is as popular as it is. Another good thing about it: it was cheap. We get the bill and I paid 625 baht ($16.33) for the feast. For that amount and quality of food that was cheap. And most of all, the good meal cheered us up, to be ready for the night ahead. Like I said before, a great meal, like great sex, is good for the soul, and sharing it with someone you love and care for is the best feeling in the world.
 

 
It’s another two bar night. First bar, Fresh Boys…

Day 10: It’s Morning in Bangkok
 
Mornings are weird in Bangkok. OK, its probably not weird to the millions who call this city home, but for most tourists and nocturnal locals, the only mornings they see in Bangkok fall between the hours of 12 Midnight and 5 AM. This morning was no exception for us. It is past 2 AM when the show at Screw Boy ends. We’ve had a few drinks in the bar, more than the usual we have at a boy bar. We felt celebratory, and the boys were hot. The hot boy who was eyeing us all night sat beside us and talked to us for quite a bit. He was Thai, 23, and hot as hell. It was fun trying to communicate with him even if his English was not as good as BurBoy’s. BurBoy was fine translating and I gave the boy 150 baht in the end. He’s a good guy and seems super down to earth. And hot as fuck.
 
We leave Screw Boy and see that out in the street that the rain has completely subsided. I ask BurBoy what he wanted to do. Did he want to dance and go to GOD? Did he want to drink some more? Did he want to eat? He decides to look for something to eat on the way back to Crowne Plaza. We choose to go to the Surawong side as we make our way to Rama IV. The streets were now a little bit quiet. Some revelers are walking slowly back to their hotels. Some locals are still hanging around, sitting on the sidewalk. The air is clean and fresh from the recent rain, and it was a little bit cool.
 
BurBoy finds a fruit stand and he gets two things of mango slices and hands one to me and pays for it. I didn’t ask for it but he knew I wanted some. We eat the mangoes on the way back to the hotel, talking about the Screw Boy show and laughing at the spectacle of it all. We finish our mangoes and we stop by the 7-11 on Rama IV close to the hotel and get some snacks. He holds my hand on the way to the hotel. I love these times. It’s the slow walks with BurBoy in the wee hours of the morning that I will miss the most. It’s really the smaller, simpler things that matter the most.
 
We enter Crowne Plaza still holding hands and I get a warm welcome from the night concierge. By now he has seen me numerous times, with god knows how many boys, in the past. But this is the first time he’s seen me holding hands with a boy. He bids us good night as we walk past him to get to the elevators. No judgement or remarks. They have probably seen everything before. We get to the 23rd floor to the second set of elevators and get up to our floor. We get in the room and I flip the switch for the “Do not disturb” light.
 
BurBoy adjusts the temperature of the zircon to something warmer and he takes off his shirt, shoes and shorts and plops himself on the chaise lounge. I love his golden brown skin and musculature. I do the same (the sight is probably not as an impressive as BurBoy's), and we dig in at snacks and drinks we just bought. We talk for a bit, about the night, tomorrow, the future. I have gotten used to how he talks, and my English has matched his spoken cadence, diction, and verb-noun sentence structure that makes me more intelligible to him.
 
As you would expect by now, we decide to shower together, followed by sex. The sex was passionate and quite long. There is really nothing like staring at half-naked men all night to get you hot and bothered for the sex after. BurBoy turning up the temperature is deliberate. A warm room and bed was more conducive to our physical needs. After it all we take a moment to catch our breath in bed, which was now a tangle of sheets, lube, and our own fluids, sweat or otherwise.
 
It was 4:30 AM, and we shower again to call it a day. He takes some time for his own beauty regimen and we are off to bed. He changes the temperature back to a cooler one because he knew I liked that. We have probably spend 15+ night together overall and he is very familiar to what I like.
 
I wake up at 12:30 PM. We miss everything: the sunrise, the morning, the free lounge breakfast. But who cares when you have the sunrise, the morning, and the most satisfying breakfast you can eat wrapped up in one sweet package. I turn to BurBoy he is still fast asleep, totally under the covers. I know the aircon is too cold for him but he knows that’s the way I like it. I get up and turn up the temperature a bit, and then go to pee. I gargle with some mouthwash that I bought BurBoy and get back to my man.
 
I see BurBoy on the phone and sees me and smiles. “Good morning! You chuck wow na?” I smile, and I head over to him and take off the covers. He wasn’t hard but getting there. I give his cock a good squeeze and pretty soon I feel it grow in my hand. Good boy. I lean over and put it in my mouth for a bit before stopping and going back to bed. He then leaves to pee. He complains that it’s hard to pee with an erection.
 
We decide to get something to eat and then do some shopping again on my last full day in Bangkok. We use the tandem sinks in the toilet to brush our teeth, wash our faces and do our hair. We get dressed and I turn off the “Do not disturb” switch so that the maid can clean our mess. We pass by the Crowne plaza lounge on the way to the elevators. Breakfast ended at 10:30 AM. We wasted the breakfast today. No problem.
 
We head over to Silom Complex to find something to eat. I have my go-tos in the Silom district but now I wanted some iced coffee and knew where to get it with a decent meal. We head over to the basement level and go to Vanilla Homecafe. This is one of the few brunch places I’ve been to in the past, mostly with farang friends. It is probably more western than most Thai restaurants but is pretty reliable. It is a little more expensive that what it offers but not too crazy.  Facebook is here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Vanilla-Homecafe-at-Silom-Complex/275275129261536. Internet image:
 

 
At 1:30 PM or so on a Monday afternoon the place was half full with some of the lunch crowd there. The customers were all Thai, it seems, so it probably was a favorite for locals as well, despite the price. We get sat down in a booth in the back of the restaurant and we get handed their usual hefty menu. I immediately ask for the iced coffee, and ask BurBoy if he wanted one as well. He says yes  and the waiter leaves us to mull over our brunch choices.
 
After a few minutes we get our iced coffee:
 

 
We look at the choices and BurBoy chooses an appetizer and a pasta dish. I get an egg rice thing. We call on the waiter and BurBoy gives him our order in Thai. While we wait we get on our phones. BurBoy shows me photos of where he wanted to go today, and tells me if he can get a few items of clothing. I tell him of course. It’s the least I can do. I don’t pay him a tip, as he is not a money boy with me, but at least I can shower him with gifts. He doesn’t ask for much, but when he does I try to give it to him.
 
We waited a little bit for our food. The waiters were busy closing out everyone’s checks as the lunch hour end. Pretty soon the place was almost empty. I guess the lunch crowd is thinning out. We eventually get our meals, appetizer, pasta dish, and egg and sausage with rice. I am not sure how Thai our meals are but we devour it anyway:
 

 

 

 
We finish our meals and I pay for the brunch. I forgot what I paid but I looked at my credit card statement and it was $27.98. That’s probably around 900 baht. Not bad.
 
We go to the second floor of the mall to get to the BTS station. I was not sure where we were going so I let BurBoy take the lead. He tells me we are going to Siam station, and he wanted to go to Platinum Fashion Mall to buy clothes. I’ve never been there so this was a treat for me.
 
The BTS was not too busy on a mid-afternoon on a Monday. BurBoy takes care of the BTS tickets. I let him take care of things he wants to pay for and lead on. I pay for probably 95% of the stuff we spend on a daily basis, but when he takes care of the little things I think it is important that he feels he can contribute. He does offer to take care of some meals but I’d rather him spend it on his dream of a new life in Myanmar. I figure the direct deposit I get every two weeks from my job will take care of my own needs.
 
We get off Siam Station, quite possibly one of the busiest BTS stations in the Bangkok train network. We take the long walk on the skywalk to CentralWorld, and then we go in the mall to get some needed aircon respite. It wasn’t that hot but it was a little bit humid. BurBoy tells me “I no like CentralWorld. Everything expensive.” The mall is very hi-so, and actually it looks better than most malls in America. We go through the mall till we get to the far side of the building and then we go outside to the street.
 
Outside it was overcast, threatening to rain. As we make our to the street way pass by the Trimurti Shrine:
 

 
BurBoy pulls me towards him and he Wais in front of the shrine. He says a little prayer and then looks at me and smiles a big gigantic smile, before he says “OK na,” and continues his way to Ratchadamri Road. Why did he pull me in for his prayer? When I got back to the USA I googled what the Trimurti shrine was about and find numerous articles about it being, among other things, the “Shrine of Love.” Perhaps he was saying a little prayer for us and our love. That is very sweet, if that was actually the case.
 
So more on our love, and my last night in Bangkok, ahead…