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I find it hilarious that people on a forum like this try to claim the moral high ground.
There isn't any. We are all in this together.
(Were they piano players in a brothel in a previous life?)

I find it hilarious that people on a forum like this try to claim the moral high ground.
There isn't any. We are all in this together.
(Were they piano players in a brothel in a previous life?)

I know, when was last time I was wrong?
wonder what makes you thinking you are younger and cleaner than rest of  us

Vinapu hit the nail on the head. Generally speaking, people come to this site for information about the sex-related aspects of travelling (whether Thailand, Brazil, Barcelona, or wherever). More specifically, about the opportunities to buy sex 😛. This is the "unique selling proposition", as they say in business, of this forum.
Inevitably, a forum such as this attracts a tiny minority of visitors who see an opportunity to get all moralistic (or racist). It's like walking into a cutting-edge fine-dining restaurant and scolding diners for spending top dollar for food when there are people elsewhere living from hand to mouth. Like all instances when people do that, it is subconsciously so that they feel superior to others. (Or because they cannot afford fine-dining 😉).  They seldom realise how moralism, racism and holier-than-thouism look to others (tip: not a pretty picture).
Therefore, posters on this forum are not equal. I think many of us instinctively categorise posters into two kinds: those who make trip reports and have useful information to share, and those who don't make trip reports and have nothing but their egos on display.
Phew, now that I've said it, I feel better too!
 

As one of those who regularly post trip reports here I can't leave that without answer because your post tickled me a bit and wrong way at that.
No,  I did not take it personally simply because in my reports you will not find narratives  you described " I got fucked  and then boy fucked me on the window ledge ". But that is because it's my personal choice believing those  details should be left out for privacy reasons, more so of boy's even  than mine , not because there's no market for that type of reports.
Quite opposite as we can easily measure by numbers of visits threads are receiving , not to mention emoticony reactions. We can easily see that more juicy threads ,  whatever it means , even lacking any graphics like mine,  are visited much more often than even most photogenic touristy ones , no to mention food and shopping related. That is simply nature on the forum. 
Readers are looking for leads and comments on sexy places , it's why they are visiting and it is what makes that forum both unique and useful . Info about restaurants and hotels can be found in many places , about off fees at Dreamboys only on few forums including this one.
As for midnight mass relation , surely it could be interesting for both churchgoers and those who are not but also there's danger , since politics , money and religion are such heat generating  subjects that thread  may turn into nasty discussion about religious believes , practices and figures. That may go against what actual attendee  of mass intends to trigger. 
Speaking about church matters  and in line with your suggestion I advise everybody to visit Holy Redeemer church in soi Ruam Rudi, walk distance from Silom ghetto diagonally across Lumpini park, perhpas 15 minutes walk from Rama VI monument if not less . Architecture is not churchy , it looks like most Thai temples , only cross atop indicates that it's the church.
Second reason are stations of the cross which everywhere are divided into 14 sections while there are two panels  , one on each side of church containing 7 stations seamlessly  connected and flowing into next one . I never saw anything like that anywhere
Other  thing which needs to be mentioned and floridarob said it already above. While all criticism is welcomed and may actually help to make posts and reports more readable it would immensely add credibility to critique if complainers were known for their own contribution . It's  one thing and easy at that , to complain about posts being boring and repetitive or whatever but another to try to put together one itself. 
Trip reports are very time and effort consuming and even if we don't read them we should be happy somebody is kind enough to share his vacation adventures , whatever their nature are. Even if sexscapades are not interesting it's always good to treat report as receipt for fun filled vacation. 
Happy to report that after writing it blood pressure is back to normal 130/74
 
  

you are correct but still some on PREP boast about barebacking like PREP would be cure-all treatment . Worst part of such attitude is lack of consideration for their partners who often agree to unprotected sex out of false sense of security or real sense of financial need.

that impression may come from fact that people are reporting what they think  may interest readers here, omitting all those shopping trips, dentist visits , church attendances , restaurant meals and aimless wandering through Chinatown steets just for fun of it .
My guess will be not many takers are here for detailed description of haircutting, nail clipping and choosing between Chang and Singha at 7/11, no ?

Hopefully, whether or not you are fond of sex tourism, this is not the forum to judge those who are. 

Well I like sex tourism, but that’s not full time. It’s something to really enjoy and appreciate as I get older. Maybe I didn’t appreciate good sex when I was younger enough. I sure do now. And I’m not angry or bitter, more like humble, appreciative, happy, satisfied, content, etc.
This forum is for gay couples, single gays, young and old, sex tourist or whoever.
No need for put downs if you don’t agree of another’s lifestyle. Life is short, enjoy.

is that bad?

Thanks. But, I got it too. And, I have a boy coming over to celebrate the Festivus with me tonight from Jey. But, he will stay all night with me as he said he wanted to be naughty all night and I said OK but I'm old. He said, "It is OK. Just lay there and don't bitch and let me do all the work." 

and we shouldn't forget about ladies who are cleaning our hotel rooms, few baht under the pillow in the morning  won't ruin anybody's budget 

I admire your upbeat disposition

I was in Bangkok again recently and in between adventures in my hotel room at Ibis Styles Silom with guys I have met on previous visits and new guys, I made a few journeys around the city and once visited an old theatre in Saphan Kwai (Google Phahon or Saphan Kwai Theatre) that I had read about.  It is at the end of a Soi pretty much opposite the Big C on Phahon Yothin Road. Quite by accident I visited on the Father's Day public holiday.  Entry was 100 baht.  First let me say it is bloody hot in the theatre except for a few air conditioners that provided some relief from the heat when standing right underneath them, yet some guys walk around in there in jackets!  When I arrived there were a few guys hanging around but I couldn't see much as I stumbled around in the dark. Best off finding the nearest seat and waiting for your eyes to adjust before stumbling around as there are stairs everywhere...
While my eyes adjusted I bumped into a couple of hot looking (from what little I could see) young guys who were happy to let me suck them.  I think they were together and vasnished after they cum.   Once my eyes had adjusted I couldn't believe what I saw ... a huge theatre with hundreds of seats playing mainstream movies (and some softcore straight porn too) and easily over a hundred guys sitting in the chairs sucking and fucking and others walking around the edges of the theatre hooking up in pairs, threesomes and much more.  I have been to the 357 Sauna in Sydney a few times and spent the whole time drooling, and although the guys in this theatre weren't naked they were pretty nearly all 20s and 30s and most very fit looking and to me at least it was like paradise...  There was cock everywhere and beautiful smooth bodies and most of the guys seemed to be tops with a few bottoms taking it with many guys looking on and touching.  I have never seen anything like it... 
There were a couple of other foreigners there, but so few of us compared to Thais (and maybe others) that we paid each other no mind.  Most of the guys there seemed shy to initiate action and it usually took several passes and glances and then a touch to get something started.  I ended my visit after a guy with just about the biggest cock I have had took my hand and led me over to some seats and we had a very vigorous sucking session.  I am pretty much a total bottom so the activity ended up with me drenched in sweat (and some other fluid) and totally exhausted and I was done for the day.    We exchanged Line ID intending for him to visit me at the hotel, but he had to go to Chiang Mai for a few days and we missed out... next time!
As I said before, I have never seen anything like that place and I would love to go back there again sometime.  If that kind of venue might interest you, then I definitely recommend giving it a look in!  I'd love to hear about others' experiences there too if you have been there... 🙏🍆     

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.

In which case, you'll need to take a lot more than $100 I'd imagine!

In which case, you'll need to take a lot more than $100 I'd imagine!

In which case, you'll need to take a lot more than $100 I'd imagine!

"...........but as you said your 76 the bright side is you won't be suffering for much longer"
Apparently not.

In which case, you'll need to take a lot more than $100 I'd imagine!

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

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

D Tier
Sabaidee - Call the police.
 

"...........but as you said your 76 the bright side is you won't be suffering for much longer"
Apparently not.

Day 8
Since my first non-paid Grindr hookup went so well, albeit fleeting, I continued to try my hand at more of the faces and torsos clogging my inbox. Even at the Furama Fitness Center, which appeared untouched for years, I noticed men roaming the hallways. Some of them reached out to me on Grindr, rather than you know, talk to me, but I was eagerly trying to get in one last workout before the end of my trip.
Eventually, one local guy caught my attention. He had an average build, spoke excellent English, and possessed a charming personality, all of which intrigued me enough to invite him over. He was quite amiable, and we surprisingly ended up spending most of the day together. Our time was split between lounging in the hotel room naked and doing Side things and exploring various parts of the city. This turn of events was unexpected, but I was pleased to have the opportunity to visit some genuine tourist sites. These experiences provided me with stories to share with friends and family, who might be less interested in the more hedonistic aspects of my journey.
Lenny, the Cambodian guy I met at the pool party on Day 2, sent me a message. He had returned to town after a brief trip back to his home country over the weekend. It appears that cross-border travel is common among Cambodians, possibly for visa reasons or trade. Despite not knowing his exact reasons, I felt a surge of excitement at his return. I contemplated the possibility of hooking up and mustered up the courage to suggest hanging out. Eagerly, I let him know that it would be great to spend some time together.
Around 6PM, my Side buddy departed and I would finally make my way to R3 Sauna.  Initially when I planned this trip I intended to visit most of the talked about saunas like R3, Krubb, Heaven and Chakran, going so far as to map out as best I could using Line and Twitter what the different naked, orgy or porn star days were to maximize impact.  However, as my trip came to a close I just did not have the time nor the stamina to barnstorm that many brothels as I had imagined from my short stint in Sauna Mania that these spas were less likely a relaxing oasis with some hanky panky but full-fledged sex clubs with an ancillary steam room as decor.
The ride to R3 was long and exhausting, dealing with the traffic and chaotic driving that the inner streets of Bangkok enjoy.  However, once there, I was treated to an attractive lobby for a sex club and familiarly gruff attendant.  I forgot how much the entry fee was, perhaps 500 baht.  It was naked day, as I had figured, and I was greeted by two muscular hosts at the entrance to the locker room.   They explained it was naked day, yet they vexingly wore underwear, but I was happy to oblige, confident that this time I would no longer be the odd man out like at Sauna Mania with such a scandalous outfit. I’d be wrong, but for different reasons.   
The near pitch-black conditions throughout most of the club caught me off guard, possibly because it was 'Naked Day' or maybe this was a regular feature. I carefully made my way to the main area of the club after a few mistarts getting lost in service areas and random dark spaces. Initially, the attendance was sparse, with just a few locals and foreigners casually moving around. No one was apparently hooking up, just furious cruising.
The club was a unique, vertical space, stretching tall and narrow, with several floors interconnected by a labyrinth of stairwells and doors. Navigating through its dimly lit and winding corridors, I got lost in the maze-like layout more than once. At one point, the surprise of an unexpected grope from a stranger made me jump, a testament to my disorientation in the darkened environment. The club comprised four primary levels: two floors were dedicated to maze-like darkrooms. The third floor housed the sauna amenities, though the steam room felt desolate, and the dry sauna was notably cramped. In contrast, the fourth level offered a more open space, brightened occasionally by shafts of sunlight piercing through.
Ultimately, I settled on the top floor. It wasn't long before a unique individual approached me – a Thai local in his twenties, distinctively covered in thick black hair, a stark contrast to the smoother appearances I'd encountered thus far. Our interaction was fun as he was a adept bottom, and it led to a memorable time in a private room. He skillfully navigated us through the club's shadowy stairwells and corridors, his familiarity with the place almost as if he knew it by scent, briefly losing me in his swift movements.
By 8PM, an announcement revealed the start of the porn party, an event I hadn't anticipated. Intrigued, I eagerly headed towards a newly accessible area resembling a dungeon. The two muscular hosts who had initially greeted me at the locker room were now overseeing a table that marked the entrance to this new sauna section. This area could be accessed via a different, almost pitch-black stairwell on the third floor.
They handed me a random ration of condoms and lube and took the small washcloth I was carrying to dry myself from a shower.  Absolutely no fabric was to enter this level.  When I reached the bottom of the stairwell I was in full Mr. Magoo mode, reaching my hands out for fear of slamming into a wall and dipping my toes into the unseen floor to ensure there was no cliff and impending demise.  It was extremely dark.  But in time, I was able to navigate myself to the rooms where now nearly 50 people were already involved in an orgy-like scene with porn stars wearing glowsticks on their wrists and a promoter flashing a light beam every so often; the rare moments I could visually soak in the young smooth bodies that were pressed up against one another.  Lines queued nearby these pornstars on fuck tables for eager participants to take turns running a train on the local celebrity - or to be railed depending on the professional slut. There were six in total spread out across this floor.  Everyone there seemed very young and very in shape.  I had a few reciprocal gropes and fondling, but for the most part, the crowd was fixated on the stars.
From my research, I understood that saunas located away from Silom Road often cater more to local preferences, a theory that seemed to hold true given my different experiences here compared to Sauna Mania. Despite the contrasting receptions, I found the environment still worthwhile. As a Side, navigating through the close quarters of this sauna, allowing myself to molest the tight, rubbery muscles in this claustrophobic environment, was fun.
By 10 PM, I returned to my hotel without hearing from Lenny, so I decided to visit Moonlight. I couldn't recall the specific reason for choosing this destination and didn't have high expectations. Ultimately, the experience there turned out to be mostly unremarkable.
I arrived during the show in progress and was ushered to a seat with a large pole right in the middle of my sight line and the stage.  This position caused me to lean awkwardly to enjoy the magnificently attractive and talented dancer strut and spin along to their dance numbers.  However, unlike Jupiter 2018, these impressive Adonises did not wear numbers.  The entire show was to extract tips of 1000 baht from the audience as their reward.  A ladyboy host was quick to take a seat next to me, encouraging me to tip as it was “only $30.”   Absolutely not.  
The show concluded with a lineup of boys, each with a number. They were noticeably more attractive than those I recalled from Dreamboy, yet they stood motionless, almost like statues. Reeling from sexual tension from R3, I impulsively decided to off a model, alerting the ladyboy, who continued whispering in my ear about the different boys eschewing the customary drink. I chose a shirtless young man who boasted a well-defined eight-pack and a captivating smile. He introduced himself, now without the benefit of the stage and dramatic lighting, revealing a noticeably smaller frame.  Honestly, I remember little about him, apart from the host mentioning that he was gay and 'up for anything.'
After a short tuk-tuk ride back to the Furama, he revealed that his headdress was not just a fashion statement but also a cover for a recent hair transplant, and hence, showering was not an option for him. The evening progressed to muscle worship, blow jobs and handjobs, but it turned out to be entirely forgettable. There was a lack of the chemistry I had hoped for. This experience underscored the potential downside of skipping the initial 'getting-to-know-you' drink. 
His nervous demeanor was palpable, possibly due to discomfort from his recent hair procedure, which he briefly showed me, and ouch.  I believe the entire hit to my pocket was again about 3000 baht.  Off to bed for the last slumber in Thailand.

 

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.