Ruthrieston

Why ? My late father used to say that prostitution is a job like any  other and at least is not dusty job

best way to avoid that and any other unauthorized charges is to stock up on change and pay exactly what is due.
It does happen occasionally that change is not coming forward , specially in bars and I learned that lesson long time ago. On another hand is not that frequent so we can treat as extra tuition fee for bar hopping course. 

My ultimate off, dreamt about but never realized so far  , is to off a hunk just for hand holding session. Few times we were close but always heat prevailed and impatience took us over, not that I'm complaining.
I actually in course of conversation  asked one of my Tawan boys about non-sex offs and he said that is more  frequent than people think. 
Weirdest story I ever heard was Chinese offing bar guy just to watch him jerking off, less than 5 minutes and full ST tip paid. I was drinking with boy in Hot Male upstairs and we saw other boy being taken by that customer and returning to bar literally several minutes after . Boys rushed to ask what was wrong and that was apparently explanation.
I'm not saint either - severely jet lagged went for massage to Senso only to fall asleep immediately only to be waked up by masseur at end of customary 1.5 hr session. Not sure he massaged me but at least I was oiled so shower together was in order. Easy money for boy and perhaps another customer  story to tell  

I've met around a dozen members from the 3 forums over the years and none fit your description.
You need to get out more.

Don't worry these 'miserable men' don't want to hang out with you either.
What a horrible comment they are human being why are you so vicious?

What movie you are talking about? 
Over years I met grand total of 32 members, many multiple times and none of then even remotely matched your description neither in looks nor subject of conversation

You really want to meet miserable old men at your age?
I'm not sure about Bangkok but last time I was in Pattaya the health state of some of these guys was shocking and just the decrepit looks
Better to go on Grindr etc and meet guys who are into fun & laughter   than some guy who is 60 looking like he is 80
I mean each to his own but I know being old myself I really don't want to hang around old miserable men who talk about nothing than their sickness's
 

From Pattaya Mail

Nattaphat Boonchalee, a local journalist who was shot in the face by two assailants on a motorcycle in Pattaya, receives medical attention as he is being rushed to Pattaya City Hospital for further treatment. PATTAYA, Thailand – A local journalist was shot in the face by two assailants on a motorcycle in Pattaya on December 13. The journalist, Nattaphat Boonchalee, 28, works for local newspapers ‘Athip Burapha’ and online media. He is currently being treated at Pattaya City Hospital for gunshot wounds to his cheek and eye area.
The shooting occurred at around 6.08 a.m. on Petchtrakul Road, near an entertainment venue. CCTV footage showed that the suspects had a near-hit accident with the journalist’s motorcycle and then chased him on Pattaya Road, where they opened fire. The journalist had just left a hot pot and grill restaurant after covering a news story about a foreigner who caused a disturbance in Pattaya.
The Pattaya City police arrested the two suspects, Jirachai M, 36, and Somrak K, 39, at a house in Soi Paniad Chang 4, central Pattaya, at 3.30 p.m. on the same day. The suspects were asleep in a room when the police raided the house. The police seized a 9 mm pistol, a magazine, and 10 bullets as evidence. The suspects denied any involvement in the shooting and claimed that they were drunk and sleeping. Somrak said that he did not know that his friend had a gun and that he had no intention of shooting anyone. Jirachai said that he did not shoot the journalist.
The detention of the suspects sparked a commotion at the Pattaya police station, where they were taken for questioning. A group of friends of the journalist tried to storm the police station. They were stopped by the police and journalists who tried to interview the suspects. Niruthep Bodinsri, 34, a senior friend of the journalist, expressed shock at seeing the suspects and said that both of them were acquainted with the wounded journalist. He said that he did not know the motive behind the shooting and urged the police to investigate thoroughly and ensure justice.

In fact, talking to a guy who was a novice monk for a year, he said Buddhism didn't really have any rules regarding sex - except for monks and nuns.
Monks, for example, can have a wank but are not allowed to cum. I asked him if that meant he went for a year without ever cumming. He said of course not; but that he had to report the fact that he'd cum to the head monk. He was then "counselled" and forgiven.
It's precisely because Thais and other Asians do not follow a religion that glorifies suffering, demands self -sacrifice and denies sexual gratification - sex is only for procreation, not recreation - that we can have our sexual desired fulfilled in Asia.
I'm so grateful to have been brought up in a nominally Buddhist society by atheist parents.

Having struggled and failed to be straight in my younger days, I've always felt that I was "owed" a younger companion in my dotage. The more salient question is "should younger guys be embarrassed about being seen with us?" The issue of them  being seen as  mbs arises.
I recall the first time I accompanied P. outside Boyztown, not sure how I would feel in his company and how he would feel about being seen with me. it was painless for both and this has remained so for twenty years from Chiang Rai to Krabi.
A significant moment occurred after  three years when we attended a temple fair across the road from Boyztown. He insisted on holding my hand- something we always do now- and I was a surprised that he, a devout Buddhist, chose to do so there of all places. It may have been a significant decision on his part because I remember his participating in some devotions  while I watched. 

Older women chasing younger men are called "cougars", and many young women are envious of them. So who cares what they really think, but jealousy sounds accurate to me.

Older women chasing younger men are called "cougars", and many young women are envious of them. So who cares what they really think, but jealousy sounds accurate to me.

Older women chasing younger men are called "cougars", and many young women are envious of them. So who cares what they really think, but jealousy sounds accurate to me.

Older women chasing younger men are called "cougars", and many young women are envious of them. So who cares what they really think, but jealousy sounds accurate to me.

Of course we shouldn’t feel ashamed. What rubbish!
It is not standard issue, but many things are not standard issue and conforming to other people’s norms is tiresome and limiting.
What matters is the same thing that matters in any connection with another person – is it honest, transparent, non-exploitative, respectful, caring, an equal exchange?
If it is not these things, then possibly we should be ashamed of ourselves. If it is these things for both parties, then it is a good thing.   
Many of my friends and family know about my relationship with Bangkok Guy. The initial reaction might be cautious, but after talking with him over Line, hearing me speak of him and seeing his photo around the house, its is accepted and now they ask about him. After seeing that it is a real friendship, they are fine.
I think people react to the vibe that is given off. They might stare initially because Spring/Autumn is not the norm, but once they see a friendship they are fine and they put away their judgmental faculties.
The same question can be put to the Spring part of the equation.
I asked Bangkok Guy what people thought about him having an old Falang boyfriend.
His first reaction was ‘you not old’, a nice piece of loyalty for which I thanked him and put aside. Then came the awkward body language indicating that there was something negative, because as he does not voice negative things it comes out as body language, and ‘I make my own decisions’. So clearly not everyone in his circle thinks our relationship is a good thing.   
He wants an older Falang boyfriend. He told me he had asked Buddha for one. ‘So Buddha lead me to you?’ “Yes” ‘I need to go to temple and talk to Buddha’, at which he looked alarmed until I continued ‘I need to say thank you’ which brought a big smile.
It came out that one of the things he prays for at temple is that I will love him, which led to a penny dropping.
Last time I asked him what he wanted for his birthday we went through the usual cycle from plain silly, because he likes pulling my chain (“Apartment building, that one there, is small, you can buy”. It was not small), through aspirational to see if I will bite (“Motorbike’, no I am too poor), to what he really wants “You give me money to go temple save cow”. Saving cow “Is for Lucky”.
I am afraid that the contrast between ‘motorbike’ and ‘save cow’ struck me as so wide that I almost fell off the bed trying not to laugh, while he watched tolerantly because sometimes with Falang that is all you can do.
The dropping penny was ‘When you save cow, what you pray for?’
A wickedly mischievous grin and with great conviction “Now you love me Long Time”.
I don’t think he is ashamed, and neither am I.

From Wikipedia
On the night of October 6, 1998, Shepard was approached by Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson at the Fireside Lounge in Laramie; all three men were in their early 20s. McKinney and Henderson offered to give Shepard a ride home. They subsequently drove to a remote rural area and proceeded to rob, pistol-whip, and torture Shepard, tying him to a split rail fence and leaving him to die.

R.I.P.

Day 7
After a leisurely morning, I needed to change my accommodations for the final leg of my trip, as planned, opting for the more upscale Furama Hotel Silom at $100 US per night, a significant increase from the $40 nightly rate at Ibis Styles Silom. My aim was to conclude my journey on a luxurious note.
Although Furama Hotel is a bit further from the bustling Silom 4 area, its location still allows for convenient access, either by a brisk walk or a quick tuk-tuk ride for 100 baht. I indulged myself by staying in an executive suite on the top floor, which granted me access to the executive lounge. There, I enjoyed unlimited Singha Soda Water and took advantage of the breakfast buffet, though I chose just a single piece of French toast and a piece of chicken through my 3-day stay. Didn’t eat much this trip.
The room at Furama Hotel was notably more spacious than my previous accommodation. It featured a large bathroom, which intriguingly included a glass-enclosed room for the toilet – a design choice that might appeal to some. The suite also boasted a large couch, an executive desk, and a balcony. While the balcony was somewhat neglected and not fully accessible, it provided sweeping vistas of downtown Bangkok, beautifully illuminating the Iconsiam shopping mall at night.  However, while Ibis was modern and contemporary - Furama certainly was showing signs of age with stained hallway carpets and scuffed wood cabinetry.  It is unclear I’d stay here again but I did like the executive lounge for its convenience of coffee, water and ability to stroke my ego as I strode by wide-eyed tourists in the “main” restaurant.
Upon settling into my room at the Furama Hotel, I opened the Grindr app, curious about the reactions to a new presence in the area. I sifted through an overwhelming number of messages and requests, possibly the most attention I've ever garnered on the app. This was likely due to a mix of curiosity about a foreign visitor and others who were professionally inclined and on-the-clock.
Among the numerous contacts, one individual stood out for his straightforward approach, which resonated with my no-nonsense style. After minimal conversation, he arrived at my door, ready to engage. He presented himself as a "model" and was quite proficient in English. While he had a fit physique, he was not quite what one might call an Adonis. Clearly in his thirties yet maintaining a youthful appearance, our encounter was enjoyable but brief. We didn’t delve into personal details, and once he left, it marked the end of our fleeting connection.
It wouldn’t be long until I was back on the prowl.
While the Furama Hotel was a bit more distant from the Silom 4 area, it was conveniently situated just a block away from Arena Massage. This proximity presented me with the opportunity to rectify my Day 1 tipping scandal with Mr. Olympia and the regrettable underestimation of that 'Bad Boy.' It was time for my triumphant return to Arena.
This time, as I entered Arena, there was no 'elf' on the balcony to guide me, but I had grown accustomed to the worn plaza. I quickly made my way to the familiar setting of the gym/waiting room, which had a distinct, almost prison-like ambiance.
While the attendant and his helper remained the same and were happy to greet me the entire line up had changed!  Alas, even sex workers get days off. 
Judgement time.
I was greeted by the familiar lineup of masseurs, their expressions ranging from the familiar scowls to grins. This time, the selection wasn't quite as striking as I had remembered, perhaps reflecting the weekday 'B' team as opposed to the more impressive weekend lineup I had encountered earlier. Nonetheless, there was a sufficient variety of beef to satiate my appetite among any of them.
Ultimately, I chose a masseur who bore a resemblance to Mr. Olympia, whose name I now recalled as Tom. However, this new choice, while similar, was leaner and shorter. Despite the allure of the more muscular and beefy masseurs and the testosterone-charged aura they created, I keep finding myself consistently drawn to the more bro, model-like figures. A “type” that is getting harder to ignore.
The massage session at Arena turned out to be another remarkable experience. Enhanced by a masseur who was not only skilled in massage but also keen to engage more intimately after a thorough 30-minute back massage. He proved to be an adept top, impressively endowed, and demonstrated a sensual and attentive approach, ensuring a mutual climax. 
Contrasting with Tom, he even joined me for a post-session shower, a gesture that had been rare during this trip, except for the overly enthusiastic Chinese masseur from Pattaya who had been continuously messaging me with declarations of affection and desire.
Now, I had also learned my lesson regarding the tip and was sure to give him 2000 baht in the VIP room before trying to awkwardly fumble with bills surrounded by an audience. At the exit, they changed up the "survey" that was provided - the only massage place in Bangkok that provides customers a written satisfaction survey, even inquiring if a masseur joins in a shower - it may look rough but it is THE preeminent raunchy massage parlor on this planet. Previously I had given Tom, excellent marks across the board though I was reeling and unsure. In contrast, now I could confidently give this latest Olympian the same top score.
As mentioned earlier, the host at this point did not even play act giving me back change for the VIP room knowingly keeping the 1000 baht and it was well deserved.
Back at the hotel, I planned to visit DJ Station/G Bangkok for another night out. However, despite my attempt to take a brief nap, exhaustion and jetlag ultimately prevailed. I succumbed to sleep by 6 PM.
 
Two more days remain...

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

As for "scattershot", I certainly can not agree. In most cases they broaden the discussion which can create longer and often more interesting threads. Not always, but on a good few occasions.
And as for "contempt", if anyone suggests in their wording contempt, even if that is not quite what they mean, this is surely understandable given cultural and historical precedence. Think back only a few decades and the prevalence of words like prostitute, faggot, queer, poof, fairy, fruitcake, nancy boy . . . these and many other descriptions were both widely held and frequently used.  My father was a very understanding and compassionate doctor, but even he referred to one of the middle-aged men who worked in the local pharmacy as "one of those!" In 1979 Tenessee Williams was attacked by a gang of 5 teenagers in Key West following remarks in an anti-gay newspaper run by a Baptist minister. In 1998 Matthew West was brutally murdered coming out of a gay bar.
In Sydney 88 men were murdered for being gay by anti-gay youth gangs in Sydney between 1970 and 2010. Some of the perpetrators were as young as 12.
The stigma that gay sex bore for generations can not be wiped out in a year or two. And the additional stigma borne by those who ran gay establishments and in essence were "pimps" is even harder to change. But then I do agree that in a forum such as this, every poster should make every effort not to go by historical precedence.

Absolutely not. It's not as though my much younger partner and I hold hands while walking down the street (although I have no problem with those who do that) or French kiss while waiting at a Skytrain station (which I have seen gay farang tourists do!) In Thailand I have never once had any problems. When an earlier Thai partner and I visited Venice 20 years ago, he was a little surprised that some others in the breakfast lounge tended to look at us. I asked him at which tables, whereafter I started to spend time staring at the people sitting at those particular tables. They soon stopped!
I am not on any social media platforms other than the gay apps. What people who read them think is their business. I could not be bothered in the slightest.

My behaviour does not harm anyone - in fact, we both benefit from the transaction.
So nothing to be ashamed of.

Must have been a dozen or so customers tonight at Nice Boys when I was there. Seems to be doing well. In fact it was so busy I was able to get an extra chuck wow in without having to buy the boy I was with a drink! No one noticed apparently. Or maybe they did and let it go. Still bar bill was over 1,000 baht.

I find it extraordinary that travel insurance is not mandatory for genuine tourists and a basic health insurance mandatory for all expats. Why anyone would consider travelling anywhere without some form of health and accident insurance absolutely beats me.

When Thai people see you as a close friend or have deep respect for you they refuse to receive money they will accept small amounts as gratitude if you insist but if you are paying more  that can make them offended I learnt it over the years and if they refuse I don't insist. It's completely different culture then ours and sometimes it causes misunderstandings .

One of the joys of walking along a beach in the evenings is the peace and calm, the gentle lapping of the waves and the lack of crowds in the relative darkness. This nonsense about "pleasing beachgoers" is another of those mad ideas thought up by the elves and goblins. I have such happy memories of my time working in Tokyo when groups of Japanese would place tarpaulins on the ground, eat, drink and enjoy themselves under the sakura on the few days it was in bloom. All the light they needed were parafin lamps with their pleasing glow.
I remember, too, lovely evenings dining at The Boathouse in Phuket before it was virtually destroyed by the 2004 tsumani and rebuilt as a much more modern establishment. The dining room had full length windows all open to the beach with the water merely meters away. It was a particularly good restaurant with both western and Thai menus and allegedly the finest wine cellar on the island - not that I was ever able to afford more than the cheapest bottle. But dining without even gentle music in the background - merely waves lapping on the sand - was almost idyllic.