Nasherich

Day 5 & 6
 
I was only half in the mood on day 5, and it seemed the same for many others too as I wasted a lot of time chatting on apps with no actual result. So nothing to report.
 
The next day, however, I contacted a guy on Hornet who looked promising, and within 10 minutes he was in the hotel reception.
 
I wasn't originally sure it was him as the photos were somewhat flattering, shall I say, but anyway I led him through reception.
 
It turned out he was a waiter at a good restaurant I had turned up at with the guy from day 2 (but all tables outside were full). He recognised me from that evening.
 
In the room, it became apparent his personal hygiene could be better. I really didn't want to kiss someone with breath like that. Although he did go to the bathroom first and clean his nether regions, he could have been more throrough with cleaning his cock too. So that was two activities down already.
 
Not being sure whether to call it a day (which seemed a bit harsh), I thought I would make the best of it. He seemed really interested in my armpits so I let him play with them a bit. Then I did a bit of sensual touch which did not seem to get much reaction. He just lay there motionless so I thought he might have gone to sleep. Not wishing to waste too much energy, I stopped to see what would happen. After a few minutes, by which time I had almost nodded off myself, he asked me if I was ok.
 
"Yes I'm fine", I lied, and then he actually moved and started to suck my cock. It was all teeth and all I could think about was writing this poor experience up in my diary for everyone. I did get hard despite the difficult circumstances, but I knew without intimacy it wasn't really going to work. So I decided to wank him off so at least he would have enjoyed it. This fortunately didn't take long, and I sent him on his way after about 20 mins or so. I did my best to be as polite and friendly as possible, because I think everyone should be treated with respect, but also because I will want to go to restaurant again at some point and don't want any awkwardness!
 
I am beginning to think paying is the best option... But then things look up. A line message from a guy who's free today.
 
I agree to meet him for coffee in Jomtien centre and it's not long before we're both in bed together enjoying quite an enthusiastic time. I wasn't sure if he was going to stay the night - as it happens I wouldn't have minded- but at around midnight he decided he was hungry and would go out for food and go home afterwards. I had to accompany him to reception anyway to retrieve his ID card so decided to go for a quick drink. The onset of rain made it impossible to leave the bar for the next couple of hours... Oh well, there's worse places to be stuck!

Day 5 & 6
 
I was only half in the mood on day 5, and it seemed the same for many others too as I wasted a lot of time chatting on apps with no actual result. So nothing to report.
 
The next day, however, I contacted a guy on Hornet who looked promising, and within 10 minutes he was in the hotel reception.
 
I wasn't originally sure it was him as the photos were somewhat flattering, shall I say, but anyway I led him through reception.
 
It turned out he was a waiter at a good restaurant I had turned up at with the guy from day 2 (but all tables outside were full). He recognised me from that evening.
 
In the room, it became apparent his personal hygiene could be better. I really didn't want to kiss someone with breath like that. Although he did go to the bathroom first and clean his nether regions, he could have been more throrough with cleaning his cock too. So that was two activities down already.
 
Not being sure whether to call it a day (which seemed a bit harsh), I thought I would make the best of it. He seemed really interested in my armpits so I let him play with them a bit. Then I did a bit of sensual touch which did not seem to get much reaction. He just lay there motionless so I thought he might have gone to sleep. Not wishing to waste too much energy, I stopped to see what would happen. After a few minutes, by which time I had almost nodded off myself, he asked me if I was ok.
 
"Yes I'm fine", I lied, and then he actually moved and started to suck my cock. It was all teeth and all I could think about was writing this poor experience up in my diary for everyone. I did get hard despite the difficult circumstances, but I knew without intimacy it wasn't really going to work. So I decided to wank him off so at least he would have enjoyed it. This fortunately didn't take long, and I sent him on his way after about 20 mins or so. I did my best to be as polite and friendly as possible, because I think everyone should be treated with respect, but also because I will want to go to restaurant again at some point and don't want any awkwardness!
 
I am beginning to think paying is the best option... But then things look up. A line message from a guy who's free today.
 
I agree to meet him for coffee in Jomtien centre and it's not long before we're both in bed together enjoying quite an enthusiastic time. I wasn't sure if he was going to stay the night - as it happens I wouldn't have minded- but at around midnight he decided he was hungry and would go out for food and go home afterwards. I had to accompany him to reception anyway to retrieve his ID card so decided to go for a quick drink. The onset of rain made it impossible to leave the bar for the next couple of hours... Oh well, there's worse places to be stuck!

Day 5 & 6
 
I was only half in the mood on day 5, and it seemed the same for many others too as I wasted a lot of time chatting on apps with no actual result. So nothing to report.
 
The next day, however, I contacted a guy on Hornet who looked promising, and within 10 minutes he was in the hotel reception.
 
I wasn't originally sure it was him as the photos were somewhat flattering, shall I say, but anyway I led him through reception.
 
It turned out he was a waiter at a good restaurant I had turned up at with the guy from day 2 (but all tables outside were full). He recognised me from that evening.
 
In the room, it became apparent his personal hygiene could be better. I really didn't want to kiss someone with breath like that. Although he did go to the bathroom first and clean his nether regions, he could have been more throrough with cleaning his cock too. So that was two activities down already.
 
Not being sure whether to call it a day (which seemed a bit harsh), I thought I would make the best of it. He seemed really interested in my armpits so I let him play with them a bit. Then I did a bit of sensual touch which did not seem to get much reaction. He just lay there motionless so I thought he might have gone to sleep. Not wishing to waste too much energy, I stopped to see what would happen. After a few minutes, by which time I had almost nodded off myself, he asked me if I was ok.
 
"Yes I'm fine", I lied, and then he actually moved and started to suck my cock. It was all teeth and all I could think about was writing this poor experience up in my diary for everyone. I did get hard despite the difficult circumstances, but I knew without intimacy it wasn't really going to work. So I decided to wank him off so at least he would have enjoyed it. This fortunately didn't take long, and I sent him on his way after about 20 mins or so. I did my best to be as polite and friendly as possible, because I think everyone should be treated with respect, but also because I will want to go to restaurant again at some point and don't want any awkwardness!
 
I am beginning to think paying is the best option... But then things look up. A line message from a guy who's free today.
 
I agree to meet him for coffee in Jomtien centre and it's not long before we're both in bed together enjoying quite an enthusiastic time. I wasn't sure if he was going to stay the night - as it happens I wouldn't have minded- but at around midnight he decided he was hungry and would go out for food and go home afterwards. I had to accompany him to reception anyway to retrieve his ID card so decided to go for a quick drink. The onset of rain made it impossible to leave the bar for the next couple of hours... Oh well, there's worse places to be stuck!

Day 5 & 6
 
I was only half in the mood on day 5, and it seemed the same for many others too as I wasted a lot of time chatting on apps with no actual result. So nothing to report.
 
The next day, however, I contacted a guy on Hornet who looked promising, and within 10 minutes he was in the hotel reception.
 
I wasn't originally sure it was him as the photos were somewhat flattering, shall I say, but anyway I led him through reception.
 
It turned out he was a waiter at a good restaurant I had turned up at with the guy from day 2 (but all tables outside were full). He recognised me from that evening.
 
In the room, it became apparent his personal hygiene could be better. I really didn't want to kiss someone with breath like that. Although he did go to the bathroom first and clean his nether regions, he could have been more throrough with cleaning his cock too. So that was two activities down already.
 
Not being sure whether to call it a day (which seemed a bit harsh), I thought I would make the best of it. He seemed really interested in my armpits so I let him play with them a bit. Then I did a bit of sensual touch which did not seem to get much reaction. He just lay there motionless so I thought he might have gone to sleep. Not wishing to waste too much energy, I stopped to see what would happen. After a few minutes, by which time I had almost nodded off myself, he asked me if I was ok.
 
"Yes I'm fine", I lied, and then he actually moved and started to suck my cock. It was all teeth and all I could think about was writing this poor experience up in my diary for everyone. I did get hard despite the difficult circumstances, but I knew without intimacy it wasn't really going to work. So I decided to wank him off so at least he would have enjoyed it. This fortunately didn't take long, and I sent him on his way after about 20 mins or so. I did my best to be as polite and friendly as possible, because I think everyone should be treated with respect, but also because I will want to go to restaurant again at some point and don't want any awkwardness!
 
I am beginning to think paying is the best option... But then things look up. A line message from a guy who's free today.
 
I agree to meet him for coffee in Jomtien centre and it's not long before we're both in bed together enjoying quite an enthusiastic time. I wasn't sure if he was going to stay the night - as it happens I wouldn't have minded- but at around midnight he decided he was hungry and would go out for food and go home afterwards. I had to accompany him to reception anyway to retrieve his ID card so decided to go for a quick drink. The onset of rain made it impossible to leave the bar for the next couple of hours... Oh well, there's worse places to be stuck!

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Day 5 & 6
 
I was only half in the mood on day 5, and it seemed the same for many others too as I wasted a lot of time chatting on apps with no actual result. So nothing to report.
 
The next day, however, I contacted a guy on Hornet who looked promising, and within 10 minutes he was in the hotel reception.
 
I wasn't originally sure it was him as the photos were somewhat flattering, shall I say, but anyway I led him through reception.
 
It turned out he was a waiter at a good restaurant I had turned up at with the guy from day 2 (but all tables outside were full). He recognised me from that evening.
 
In the room, it became apparent his personal hygiene could be better. I really didn't want to kiss someone with breath like that. Although he did go to the bathroom first and clean his nether regions, he could have been more throrough with cleaning his cock too. So that was two activities down already.
 
Not being sure whether to call it a day (which seemed a bit harsh), I thought I would make the best of it. He seemed really interested in my armpits so I let him play with them a bit. Then I did a bit of sensual touch which did not seem to get much reaction. He just lay there motionless so I thought he might have gone to sleep. Not wishing to waste too much energy, I stopped to see what would happen. After a few minutes, by which time I had almost nodded off myself, he asked me if I was ok.
 
"Yes I'm fine", I lied, and then he actually moved and started to suck my cock. It was all teeth and all I could think about was writing this poor experience up in my diary for everyone. I did get hard despite the difficult circumstances, but I knew without intimacy it wasn't really going to work. So I decided to wank him off so at least he would have enjoyed it. This fortunately didn't take long, and I sent him on his way after about 20 mins or so. I did my best to be as polite and friendly as possible, because I think everyone should be treated with respect, but also because I will want to go to restaurant again at some point and don't want any awkwardness!
 
I am beginning to think paying is the best option... But then things look up. A line message from a guy who's free today.
 
I agree to meet him for coffee in Jomtien centre and it's not long before we're both in bed together enjoying quite an enthusiastic time. I wasn't sure if he was going to stay the night - as it happens I wouldn't have minded- but at around midnight he decided he was hungry and would go out for food and go home afterwards. I had to accompany him to reception anyway to retrieve his ID card so decided to go for a quick drink. The onset of rain made it impossible to leave the bar for the next couple of hours... Oh well, there's worse places to be stuck!

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Day 1
 
Having had a great flight over with Thai Airways (a row of four seats all to myself is a rare wonder), I decided to take the bus to a Jomtien instead of my usual taxi.
 
It was a smooth process apart from the passengers, (myself shameful included) who did not realise the seats were actually numbered and reserved. So there was an awful lot of shuffling going on as people relocated to their correct seats. I'm not entirely sure why it mattered that much, although obviously some couples wanted to sit together.
 
But once underway, Jomtien was reached in two hours exactly, leaving a short walk to the Agate Hotel for my stay.
 
The welcome at that hotel is always fantastic: every member of staff conveys the same.
 
I started with a quick breakfast at Your Friend, and then followed with a two hour massage at the The Blind Massage Institute which never disappoints - if you want just a good massage.
 
I had in mind to visit Good Boys that evening after seeing some recent reports on here and having never really ventured far into Sunee previously.
 
Upon arrival, I didn't even have time to sit down before I was invited into the back to choose somebody for a private show. Drinks purchased, my chosen boy lowered his trousers to summon up some action. It wasn't really happening, so I offered to apply to some oral stimulation. This seemed to work just fine and we were in business. Alternating hand and month produced a reasonable cum harvest: one can only assume business is light.
 
I'm not sure I'd bother again to be honest (I've had much more fun for free elsewhere), so when another boy offered to do the same, I wasn't inclined to take him up on it. Not that it stopped him taking out his considerably-sized cock next to me and continually asking me to look at it. He finally put it away and tried his luck at the front of the bar.
 
I went to have a look around the massage places near tuk com and made a note to return to enjoy a session with a particularly cute guy in an orange shirt in Somjit massage.
 
I returned to Jomtien for a meal at Dick's (unusually disappointing as it turns out) and then jet lag began to kick in, so I went for a cup of tea at the Art Café in Jomtien centre (the lady running it is so sweet and they have a good job of making what is essentially a multi story car park look like quite calming and inviting).
 
The restaurant opposite the Agate has now closed and turned into Blue Angel massage. Quite a nice selection of friendly guys. I couldn't resist opting for a foot massage and made a mental note to return for more later in the week.
 
Having dozed a little during the massage I thought I'd take a walk down to the beach but I was accosted outside Boy Gaga (my favourite bar because it's quiet and relaxed) by a guy I've known for many years now. Many whiskies later I finally returned to my bed.
 
Day 2
 
I managed to make it down to breakfast. They've changed it from waiter service to a buffet on some days and I think it's a general improvement. They used to serve up so much a lot of it went to waste.
 
Most of the day I spent round the pool, fielding messages on various apps - so many I could have done with a personal assistant. Finally selected a guy to meet at La Baguette café. He was very nice and spoke pretty good English so we went back to the hotel. No issues with guests at the Agate.
 
One problem emerged almost immediately: kissing revealed he was a smoker. I should have asked but forgot. However he was quite passionate, tactile and athletic and we both ended up happy.
 
He seemed very keen for me to take a shower. I don't think this was a hygiene issue (before anyone says); I've read enough on this forum to be on my guard. I demurred and then he said he would go and smoke a cigarette on the balcony. Once he was outside. I took the wallet out of my shorts and took it in to the bathroom with me. While in the bathroom, I suddenly noticed in the mirror that he was back in the room fishing around where my shorts were. Now I might be wrong but I could see no reason why he should have come back into the room. He saw me and then moved to look at something in his bag. Knowing there was nothing of value lying around. I took the shower and got dressed.
 
He then announced he had to leave for some reason or other and then asked if I could help him out with some money. I really don't know if he was hoping to steal from me or not but I have no issue with someone asking for money directly so I decided to help him out but I won't be seeing him again.
 
More to follow...

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Day 3 & 4
 
In the morning, I fielded many messages on gay Romeo and eventually selected a good looking guy and invited him to have dinner with me. He turned up on time to the hotel and then we walked together to the restaurant. The second identical mistake of my trip: this guy was also a smoker. I think I just got confused with all the messages going back and forth and missed asking this question again.
 
He was pleasant and considerate enough to smoke downwind of the fan. His English was good and he was reasonably well educated. He seemed desperate to prolong the evening before going back to the hotel with three bars visited, so I began to think he was trying to extricate himself of having to be amorous later. I was almost prepared to say goodbye and end the evening there and then but eventually we went back to the hotel together.
 
Thereupon further prevarication: two cigarettes on the balcony, more chat, "shall we watch something on the TV?" etc. Then finally after showers, we got into bed together. Then a load of cock-teasing and cock-deflating crap whereupon he said I was clearly too tired to perform! At this point, mentally I decided to mark it up to experience and gave up. He slept very well (snored constantly) and I was awake somewhat frustrated for most of the night.
 
In the morning, my alarm went off for breakfast. I had already decided food was preferable to more playing around with this guy and said he could join me if he wanted to (which he did).
 
When we got back to the room, he suddenly became amorous and what followed was some of best sex I recall having. So why all the farting around the previous evening I shall never know.
 
He left around noon, asking if we could repeat everything tonight. I didn't have the heart to give him a direct answer so left it that I would message him when I had worked out my day.
 
In the afternoon, I popped back to Somjit Massage outside Tukcom. Of course, the guy I had espied previously was nowhere to be seen (a lesson I am learning is one should always strike when the iron is hot).
 
Nonetheless I was in the mood and selected another guy for an hour's oil massage. As it goes, it was a reasonable massage and got interesting when he was massaging my arms and I found my hand resting on a very nice hard appendage in his pants. This had a similar effect on me, and shortly afterwards he was naked and throwing himself in to the session with wild abandon.
 
The guy from last night messaged me saying he was bored. I didn't take up the bait and just sympathised. For one thing. I need to rejuvenate myself with a good night's sleep!

Day 1
 
Having had a great flight over with Thai Airways (a row of four seats all to myself is a rare wonder), I decided to take the bus to a Jomtien instead of my usual taxi.
 
It was a smooth process apart from the passengers, (myself shameful included) who did not realise the seats were actually numbered and reserved. So there was an awful lot of shuffling going on as people relocated to their correct seats. I'm not entirely sure why it mattered that much, although obviously some couples wanted to sit together.
 
But once underway, Jomtien was reached in two hours exactly, leaving a short walk to the Agate Hotel for my stay.
 
The welcome at that hotel is always fantastic: every member of staff conveys the same.
 
I started with a quick breakfast at Your Friend, and then followed with a two hour massage at the The Blind Massage Institute which never disappoints - if you want just a good massage.
 
I had in mind to visit Good Boys that evening after seeing some recent reports on here and having never really ventured far into Sunee previously.
 
Upon arrival, I didn't even have time to sit down before I was invited into the back to choose somebody for a private show. Drinks purchased, my chosen boy lowered his trousers to summon up some action. It wasn't really happening, so I offered to apply to some oral stimulation. This seemed to work just fine and we were in business. Alternating hand and month produced a reasonable cum harvest: one can only assume business is light.
 
I'm not sure I'd bother again to be honest (I've had much more fun for free elsewhere), so when another boy offered to do the same, I wasn't inclined to take him up on it. Not that it stopped him taking out his considerably-sized cock next to me and continually asking me to look at it. He finally put it away and tried his luck at the front of the bar.
 
I went to have a look around the massage places near tuk com and made a note to return to enjoy a session with a particularly cute guy in an orange shirt in Somjit massage.
 
I returned to Jomtien for a meal at Dick's (unusually disappointing as it turns out) and then jet lag began to kick in, so I went for a cup of tea at the Art Café in Jomtien centre (the lady running it is so sweet and they have a good job of making what is essentially a multi story car park look like quite calming and inviting).
 
The restaurant opposite the Agate has now closed and turned into Blue Angel massage. Quite a nice selection of friendly guys. I couldn't resist opting for a foot massage and made a mental note to return for more later in the week.
 
Having dozed a little during the massage I thought I'd take a walk down to the beach but I was accosted outside Boy Gaga (my favourite bar because it's quiet and relaxed) by a guy I've known for many years now. Many whiskies later I finally returned to my bed.
 
Day 2
 
I managed to make it down to breakfast. They've changed it from waiter service to a buffet on some days and I think it's a general improvement. They used to serve up so much a lot of it went to waste.
 
Most of the day I spent round the pool, fielding messages on various apps - so many I could have done with a personal assistant. Finally selected a guy to meet at La Baguette café. He was very nice and spoke pretty good English so we went back to the hotel. No issues with guests at the Agate.
 
One problem emerged almost immediately: kissing revealed he was a smoker. I should have asked but forgot. However he was quite passionate, tactile and athletic and we both ended up happy.
 
He seemed very keen for me to take a shower. I don't think this was a hygiene issue (before anyone says); I've read enough on this forum to be on my guard. I demurred and then he said he would go and smoke a cigarette on the balcony. Once he was outside. I took the wallet out of my shorts and took it in to the bathroom with me. While in the bathroom, I suddenly noticed in the mirror that he was back in the room fishing around where my shorts were. Now I might be wrong but I could see no reason why he should have come back into the room. He saw me and then moved to look at something in his bag. Knowing there was nothing of value lying around. I took the shower and got dressed.
 
He then announced he had to leave for some reason or other and then asked if I could help him out with some money. I really don't know if he was hoping to steal from me or not but I have no issue with someone asking for money directly so I decided to help him out but I won't be seeing him again.
 
More to follow...

Day 1
 
Having had a great flight over with Thai Airways (a row of four seats all to myself is a rare wonder), I decided to take the bus to a Jomtien instead of my usual taxi.
 
It was a smooth process apart from the passengers, (myself shameful included) who did not realise the seats were actually numbered and reserved. So there was an awful lot of shuffling going on as people relocated to their correct seats. I'm not entirely sure why it mattered that much, although obviously some couples wanted to sit together.
 
But once underway, Jomtien was reached in two hours exactly, leaving a short walk to the Agate Hotel for my stay.
 
The welcome at that hotel is always fantastic: every member of staff conveys the same.
 
I started with a quick breakfast at Your Friend, and then followed with a two hour massage at the The Blind Massage Institute which never disappoints - if you want just a good massage.
 
I had in mind to visit Good Boys that evening after seeing some recent reports on here and having never really ventured far into Sunee previously.
 
Upon arrival, I didn't even have time to sit down before I was invited into the back to choose somebody for a private show. Drinks purchased, my chosen boy lowered his trousers to summon up some action. It wasn't really happening, so I offered to apply to some oral stimulation. This seemed to work just fine and we were in business. Alternating hand and month produced a reasonable cum harvest: one can only assume business is light.
 
I'm not sure I'd bother again to be honest (I've had much more fun for free elsewhere), so when another boy offered to do the same, I wasn't inclined to take him up on it. Not that it stopped him taking out his considerably-sized cock next to me and continually asking me to look at it. He finally put it away and tried his luck at the front of the bar.
 
I went to have a look around the massage places near tuk com and made a note to return to enjoy a session with a particularly cute guy in an orange shirt in Somjit massage.
 
I returned to Jomtien for a meal at Dick's (unusually disappointing as it turns out) and then jet lag began to kick in, so I went for a cup of tea at the Art Café in Jomtien centre (the lady running it is so sweet and they have a good job of making what is essentially a multi story car park look like quite calming and inviting).
 
The restaurant opposite the Agate has now closed and turned into Blue Angel massage. Quite a nice selection of friendly guys. I couldn't resist opting for a foot massage and made a mental note to return for more later in the week.
 
Having dozed a little during the massage I thought I'd take a walk down to the beach but I was accosted outside Boy Gaga (my favourite bar because it's quiet and relaxed) by a guy I've known for many years now. Many whiskies later I finally returned to my bed.
 
Day 2
 
I managed to make it down to breakfast. They've changed it from waiter service to a buffet on some days and I think it's a general improvement. They used to serve up so much a lot of it went to waste.
 
Most of the day I spent round the pool, fielding messages on various apps - so many I could have done with a personal assistant. Finally selected a guy to meet at La Baguette café. He was very nice and spoke pretty good English so we went back to the hotel. No issues with guests at the Agate.
 
One problem emerged almost immediately: kissing revealed he was a smoker. I should have asked but forgot. However he was quite passionate, tactile and athletic and we both ended up happy.
 
He seemed very keen for me to take a shower. I don't think this was a hygiene issue (before anyone says); I've read enough on this forum to be on my guard. I demurred and then he said he would go and smoke a cigarette on the balcony. Once he was outside. I took the wallet out of my shorts and took it in to the bathroom with me. While in the bathroom, I suddenly noticed in the mirror that he was back in the room fishing around where my shorts were. Now I might be wrong but I could see no reason why he should have come back into the room. He saw me and then moved to look at something in his bag. Knowing there was nothing of value lying around. I took the shower and got dressed.
 
He then announced he had to leave for some reason or other and then asked if I could help him out with some money. I really don't know if he was hoping to steal from me or not but I have no issue with someone asking for money directly so I decided to help him out but I won't be seeing him again.
 
More to follow...

Now THAT did make me laugh!

Day 1
 
Having had a great flight over with Thai Airways (a row of four seats all to myself is a rare wonder), I decided to take the bus to a Jomtien instead of my usual taxi.
 
It was a smooth process apart from the passengers, (myself shameful included) who did not realise the seats were actually numbered and reserved. So there was an awful lot of shuffling going on as people relocated to their correct seats. I'm not entirely sure why it mattered that much, although obviously some couples wanted to sit together.
 
But once underway, Jomtien was reached in two hours exactly, leaving a short walk to the Agate Hotel for my stay.
 
The welcome at that hotel is always fantastic: every member of staff conveys the same.
 
I started with a quick breakfast at Your Friend, and then followed with a two hour massage at the The Blind Massage Institute which never disappoints - if you want just a good massage.
 
I had in mind to visit Good Boys that evening after seeing some recent reports on here and having never really ventured far into Sunee previously.
 
Upon arrival, I didn't even have time to sit down before I was invited into the back to choose somebody for a private show. Drinks purchased, my chosen boy lowered his trousers to summon up some action. It wasn't really happening, so I offered to apply to some oral stimulation. This seemed to work just fine and we were in business. Alternating hand and month produced a reasonable cum harvest: one can only assume business is light.
 
I'm not sure I'd bother again to be honest (I've had much more fun for free elsewhere), so when another boy offered to do the same, I wasn't inclined to take him up on it. Not that it stopped him taking out his considerably-sized cock next to me and continually asking me to look at it. He finally put it away and tried his luck at the front of the bar.
 
I went to have a look around the massage places near tuk com and made a note to return to enjoy a session with a particularly cute guy in an orange shirt in Somjit massage.
 
I returned to Jomtien for a meal at Dick's (unusually disappointing as it turns out) and then jet lag began to kick in, so I went for a cup of tea at the Art Café in Jomtien centre (the lady running it is so sweet and they have a good job of making what is essentially a multi story car park look like quite calming and inviting).
 
The restaurant opposite the Agate has now closed and turned into Blue Angel massage. Quite a nice selection of friendly guys. I couldn't resist opting for a foot massage and made a mental note to return for more later in the week.
 
Having dozed a little during the massage I thought I'd take a walk down to the beach but I was accosted outside Boy Gaga (my favourite bar because it's quiet and relaxed) by a guy I've known for many years now. Many whiskies later I finally returned to my bed.
 
Day 2
 
I managed to make it down to breakfast. They've changed it from waiter service to a buffet on some days and I think it's a general improvement. They used to serve up so much a lot of it went to waste.
 
Most of the day I spent round the pool, fielding messages on various apps - so many I could have done with a personal assistant. Finally selected a guy to meet at La Baguette café. He was very nice and spoke pretty good English so we went back to the hotel. No issues with guests at the Agate.
 
One problem emerged almost immediately: kissing revealed he was a smoker. I should have asked but forgot. However he was quite passionate, tactile and athletic and we both ended up happy.
 
He seemed very keen for me to take a shower. I don't think this was a hygiene issue (before anyone says); I've read enough on this forum to be on my guard. I demurred and then he said he would go and smoke a cigarette on the balcony. Once he was outside. I took the wallet out of my shorts and took it in to the bathroom with me. While in the bathroom, I suddenly noticed in the mirror that he was back in the room fishing around where my shorts were. Now I might be wrong but I could see no reason why he should have come back into the room. He saw me and then moved to look at something in his bag. Knowing there was nothing of value lying around. I took the shower and got dressed.
 
He then announced he had to leave for some reason or other and then asked if I could help him out with some money. I really don't know if he was hoping to steal from me or not but I have no issue with someone asking for money directly so I decided to help him out but I won't be seeing him again.
 
More to follow...

Day 1
 
Having had a great flight over with Thai Airways (a row of four seats all to myself is a rare wonder), I decided to take the bus to a Jomtien instead of my usual taxi.
 
It was a smooth process apart from the passengers, (myself shameful included) who did not realise the seats were actually numbered and reserved. So there was an awful lot of shuffling going on as people relocated to their correct seats. I'm not entirely sure why it mattered that much, although obviously some couples wanted to sit together.
 
But once underway, Jomtien was reached in two hours exactly, leaving a short walk to the Agate Hotel for my stay.
 
The welcome at that hotel is always fantastic: every member of staff conveys the same.
 
I started with a quick breakfast at Your Friend, and then followed with a two hour massage at the The Blind Massage Institute which never disappoints - if you want just a good massage.
 
I had in mind to visit Good Boys that evening after seeing some recent reports on here and having never really ventured far into Sunee previously.
 
Upon arrival, I didn't even have time to sit down before I was invited into the back to choose somebody for a private show. Drinks purchased, my chosen boy lowered his trousers to summon up some action. It wasn't really happening, so I offered to apply to some oral stimulation. This seemed to work just fine and we were in business. Alternating hand and month produced a reasonable cum harvest: one can only assume business is light.
 
I'm not sure I'd bother again to be honest (I've had much more fun for free elsewhere), so when another boy offered to do the same, I wasn't inclined to take him up on it. Not that it stopped him taking out his considerably-sized cock next to me and continually asking me to look at it. He finally put it away and tried his luck at the front of the bar.
 
I went to have a look around the massage places near tuk com and made a note to return to enjoy a session with a particularly cute guy in an orange shirt in Somjit massage.
 
I returned to Jomtien for a meal at Dick's (unusually disappointing as it turns out) and then jet lag began to kick in, so I went for a cup of tea at the Art Café in Jomtien centre (the lady running it is so sweet and they have a good job of making what is essentially a multi story car park look like quite calming and inviting).
 
The restaurant opposite the Agate has now closed and turned into Blue Angel massage. Quite a nice selection of friendly guys. I couldn't resist opting for a foot massage and made a mental note to return for more later in the week.
 
Having dozed a little during the massage I thought I'd take a walk down to the beach but I was accosted outside Boy Gaga (my favourite bar because it's quiet and relaxed) by a guy I've known for many years now. Many whiskies later I finally returned to my bed.
 
Day 2
 
I managed to make it down to breakfast. They've changed it from waiter service to a buffet on some days and I think it's a general improvement. They used to serve up so much a lot of it went to waste.
 
Most of the day I spent round the pool, fielding messages on various apps - so many I could have done with a personal assistant. Finally selected a guy to meet at La Baguette café. He was very nice and spoke pretty good English so we went back to the hotel. No issues with guests at the Agate.
 
One problem emerged almost immediately: kissing revealed he was a smoker. I should have asked but forgot. However he was quite passionate, tactile and athletic and we both ended up happy.
 
He seemed very keen for me to take a shower. I don't think this was a hygiene issue (before anyone says); I've read enough on this forum to be on my guard. I demurred and then he said he would go and smoke a cigarette on the balcony. Once he was outside. I took the wallet out of my shorts and took it in to the bathroom with me. While in the bathroom, I suddenly noticed in the mirror that he was back in the room fishing around where my shorts were. Now I might be wrong but I could see no reason why he should have come back into the room. He saw me and then moved to look at something in his bag. Knowing there was nothing of value lying around. I took the shower and got dressed.
 
He then announced he had to leave for some reason or other and then asked if I could help him out with some money. I really don't know if he was hoping to steal from me or not but I have no issue with someone asking for money directly so I decided to help him out but I won't be seeing him again.
 
More to follow...

Day 1
 
Having had a great flight over with Thai Airways (a row of four seats all to myself is a rare wonder), I decided to take the bus to a Jomtien instead of my usual taxi.
 
It was a smooth process apart from the passengers, (myself shameful included) who did not realise the seats were actually numbered and reserved. So there was an awful lot of shuffling going on as people relocated to their correct seats. I'm not entirely sure why it mattered that much, although obviously some couples wanted to sit together.
 
But once underway, Jomtien was reached in two hours exactly, leaving a short walk to the Agate Hotel for my stay.
 
The welcome at that hotel is always fantastic: every member of staff conveys the same.
 
I started with a quick breakfast at Your Friend, and then followed with a two hour massage at the The Blind Massage Institute which never disappoints - if you want just a good massage.
 
I had in mind to visit Good Boys that evening after seeing some recent reports on here and having never really ventured far into Sunee previously.
 
Upon arrival, I didn't even have time to sit down before I was invited into the back to choose somebody for a private show. Drinks purchased, my chosen boy lowered his trousers to summon up some action. It wasn't really happening, so I offered to apply to some oral stimulation. This seemed to work just fine and we were in business. Alternating hand and month produced a reasonable cum harvest: one can only assume business is light.
 
I'm not sure I'd bother again to be honest (I've had much more fun for free elsewhere), so when another boy offered to do the same, I wasn't inclined to take him up on it. Not that it stopped him taking out his considerably-sized cock next to me and continually asking me to look at it. He finally put it away and tried his luck at the front of the bar.
 
I went to have a look around the massage places near tuk com and made a note to return to enjoy a session with a particularly cute guy in an orange shirt in Somjit massage.
 
I returned to Jomtien for a meal at Dick's (unusually disappointing as it turns out) and then jet lag began to kick in, so I went for a cup of tea at the Art Café in Jomtien centre (the lady running it is so sweet and they have a good job of making what is essentially a multi story car park look like quite calming and inviting).
 
The restaurant opposite the Agate has now closed and turned into Blue Angel massage. Quite a nice selection of friendly guys. I couldn't resist opting for a foot massage and made a mental note to return for more later in the week.
 
Having dozed a little during the massage I thought I'd take a walk down to the beach but I was accosted outside Boy Gaga (my favourite bar because it's quiet and relaxed) by a guy I've known for many years now. Many whiskies later I finally returned to my bed.
 
Day 2
 
I managed to make it down to breakfast. They've changed it from waiter service to a buffet on some days and I think it's a general improvement. They used to serve up so much a lot of it went to waste.
 
Most of the day I spent round the pool, fielding messages on various apps - so many I could have done with a personal assistant. Finally selected a guy to meet at La Baguette café. He was very nice and spoke pretty good English so we went back to the hotel. No issues with guests at the Agate.
 
One problem emerged almost immediately: kissing revealed he was a smoker. I should have asked but forgot. However he was quite passionate, tactile and athletic and we both ended up happy.
 
He seemed very keen for me to take a shower. I don't think this was a hygiene issue (before anyone says); I've read enough on this forum to be on my guard. I demurred and then he said he would go and smoke a cigarette on the balcony. Once he was outside. I took the wallet out of my shorts and took it in to the bathroom with me. While in the bathroom, I suddenly noticed in the mirror that he was back in the room fishing around where my shorts were. Now I might be wrong but I could see no reason why he should have come back into the room. He saw me and then moved to look at something in his bag. Knowing there was nothing of value lying around. I took the shower and got dressed.
 
He then announced he had to leave for some reason or other and then asked if I could help him out with some money. I really don't know if he was hoping to steal from me or not but I have no issue with someone asking for money directly so I decided to help him out but I won't be seeing him again.
 
More to follow...

I've always avoided Sunee plaza before, but I think I'll pay Good Boys a visit on my forthcoming trip (and report back of course!)

I've always avoided Sunee plaza before, but I think I'll pay Good Boys a visit on my forthcoming trip (and report back of course!)