Registar

Day Three
I woke up at 10 AM, my head throbbing and body aching — the unmistakable signs of a hangover. Despite the discomfort, I was determined to make the most of my vacation. With nearly half of my trip already behind me and a busy schedule ahead, there was no time to waste wallowing in bed. My last substantial meal seemed a distant memory, making me grateful for the extra serving I had at breakfast the day before.
My first destination for the day was Sabaidee Spa, located about a mile from Silom Road. I hoped a leisurely walk would help settle my uneasy state. According to Google, the spa opened at noon, and in my eager anticipation, I found myself at its doorstep at 11:55 AM, ready for what I expected to be a relaxing “massage.” However, to my surprise, the sign on the door announced a 1:00 PM opening. Killing time, I wandered the surrounding area, which included a dumpster yard and a street alley food market. The sights and smells of these sizzling brown and green organic matter were intensified by my hangover, but I pressed on.
When 1:00 PM finally arrived, I was the first customer through the door. The attendant greeted me and presented an iPad showcasing a gallery of men, a confusing array of bodies. It was unclear if all those pictured were actually present, making the exercise seem somewhat perplexing. This initial confusion was soon cleared up as a group of men were ushered out for my inspection, allowing me to make my choice in person.
As the lineup of men stood before me, the attendant at Sabaidee Spa took an interesting turn. He pointed to one particular individual on the iPad and zoomed in on his image. This action, performed amidst the real-life presence of the other men, only heightened my sense of anxiety. I found myself torn, surrounded by an array of sexy men, each man smiling in anticipation of selection. In hindsight, I pondered the attendant's gesture. Was it merely a suggestion, a subtle hint, or perhaps something more? Could it have been a sign or a cryptic message, a piece of a larger, unseen puzzle of my journey? Because what to come would be a nightmare situation.
The masseur the attendant subtly directed me towards stood out distinctly from the rest. He was a shirtless man in his late forties, notably labeled as a “Top” in the selection. As someone who primarily identifies as a Side or Versatile, I often find the Top versus Bottom dichotomy a bit puzzling. This particular masseur, being shirtless, somewhat older, and clearly a serious bodybuilder in his prime was one of just two Tops presented.
However, my attention was swiftly captured by another individual standing beside him — a stunningly attractive man in his twenties who perfectly embodied the archetype of "tall, dark, and handsome." With his cool smile, chiseled features, and thick black hair, he was strikingly compelling. The other four, labeled as “Bottoms,” unfortunately faded into the background in comparison. So, setting aside the attendant's intriguing suggestion, I chose to go with this enigmatic and darkly handsome masseur.
Reflecting on the situation, I realized that this choice was perhaps my first significant misstep of the trip, or maybe the second if I count the mystery cocktail jug from the night before. In the excitement of the moment, I had neglected to communicate my preferences and expectations to the attendant. I hadn't mentioned my inclination as a Side or Versatile, nor had I clarified what exactly I was seeking from the massage experience. Furthermore, I chose the unambiguous "Erotic Massage - 3000 baht" from their menu without fully understanding its implications, and I failed to inquire about the attendant's curious gesture with the iPad.  
This oversight led to a horrific encounter with the brooding masseur I had chosen. Our interaction during the massage was awkward and frustrating, resulting in an experience that ranked as one of the worst “massages” I'd ever had. It was a stark reminder of the importance of clear communication, especially in situations involving that kind of baht.
Despite the initial disappointment with my choice of a masseur, Sabaidee Spa did have its pleasant aspects. Upon settling in, I was provided with a refreshing cup of tea and a towel, creating a soothing atmosphere as I waited for the massage. After the lineup, the men retreated to what seemed like a kitchen area, where they immediately went to scrolling their phones and gossiping.
About five minutes later, I was led upstairs to a spacious massage room, which boasted two beds and a well-constructed shower. The masseur who escorted me up then left abruptly, leaving me alone in the room. Unsure of the protocol, I decided to start with a shower, as it had become a familiar routine by now. After the shower, I found myself waiting in a state of uncertainty, wondering which bed to choose for the massage and if it even mattered. This brief period of waiting added to the already awkward beginning of what was supposed to be a relaxing experience.
When the masseur returned, he silently gestured towards one of the beds, indicating where the massage would take place. He spoke no English at all. 
He disrobed, revealing a remarkably chiseled physique that matched his striking facial features. His skin was flawlessly smooth, and his muscular build was impressive, speaking of a disciplined fitness regime.
However, the session, which started with much promise, took a turn. Barely five minutes into the massage, which began with routine strokes on my back and legs, a pain struck my sphincter.   Wait what?  I turn around and he is wearing a condom and trying to stick it in my ass.   I crane my neck over and scream, “Do you have any lube? That hurts!” He looks at me curiously.  He tries again.  I then flipped over and pointed to the massage oil container that he had barely used.  He then seems to understand what lubricant is and adds a dollop to his very large cock, 8 inches and thick, and tries again, this time we are missionary as I had flipped around.  And he begins jackhammering me as if this were some rape porn fantasy on steroids.  I finally settled that this is not going to work by shoving him off me.  He gets the message and scurries out of the room.   After my shower and tending to a brutalized orifice I storm down to the reception. The attendant has a beaming smile and asks, ‘Did you get a happy ending?’ while mimicking a blow job, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek.  I explained there was nothing happy about the experience and it was horrible and I had literally only been away for twenty minutes.  He then explained that he was sorry but it was this masseur's first day - that was it.  No refund, offer to press charges, nothing.   So needless to say, no tip, and  - 1 out of 5 stars, cannot recommend them until they get better on-the-job training, hiring orientation, and customer service.
Throbbing head, throbbing anus the only solution I could conjure would be to take a short break and go for a jog around Lumpini Park, which was on the way back to Silom.
A spectacular park with a great jogging trail, paddle boats, a makeshift gym, and great views of the skyline from every angle.  After two hours, I began to settle and decided to roll the dice again.
Opting for my preferred mode of transportation during this trip, I hailed a Grab Premium, which I found to be familiar to Uber but a fraction of the cost back home. The premium service was a larger sedan with leather seats as opposed to a small car and fabric seats.
The journey to Jey Spa took about 35 minutes from my hotel, bad traffic, and I soon found myself arriving in a residential neighborhood. The ‘spa’ resembled a typical single-family home from the outside. A stack of shoes outside the front door alerted me of this expected custom and in my socks stepped through the threshold into the, Living Room. I was greeted by and older gentleman that comically gave off a very “pimp” vibe.  Perhaps it is because he so casually declared, “bring the boys out!” after I explained to him I was there for an hour massage.  
Now Jey Spa had been on my mind for quite some time.  I have been following their Line account for weeks now and they are constantly sending messages with the line up.  Another poster on the board also had reported a riveting trip report that read like a fantastical romantic novella with a particular Jey Spa masseur, Arm.  So with that knowledge, I wanted to see what this “Arm” was all about.
As the boys marched into the room, I was much more comfortable this time, the panic of Arena a long ago memory but the pressure of making the “right choice” still gave me anxiety and now I had to contend with fear that another Mr. Jackhammer could be hiding in the shadows. 
Tops and Bottoms were separated on both sides of the living room except there was one boy in the middle and the only one shirtless.   This solitary figure distinctively set apart from the others I would find out was also more expensive at 2000 baht compared to the others at 1500 baht.  
Still reeling from the Saibadee Spa disaster,  I decided to take a chance with the versatile 'superstar' at Jey Spa. He exuded an undeniable sex appeal, combining the boy-next-door charm with an impressively sculpted physique becoming a familiar sign in my journey and an obvious and predictable insight into my “type” seems to be manifesting.  Bulging pectorals, well-defined six-pack, coupled with a captivating smile and boyish dimples. These attributes collectively painted a picture of someone who I’d be ready to risk it all, for a chance.
After making my selection, I noticed Arm, one of the 'tops,' disappearing into another part of the house. He still carried the aura of a legend.
Since the VIP room was already booked — a reservation I hadn't planned to make — I was led to a house next door. There, I encountered my first experience with a combined shower/toilet room, which was separate from the massage area. Now I understood the appeal of the VIP rooms. In this makeshift restroom, reminiscent of a janky RV, I found myself awkwardly bundling my clothes and phone in a corner as I showered. Afterward, I had to navigate down a hallway naked, carrying my belongings, which only added to the awkwardness of the situation.
Once settled on the bed the superstar masseur arrived and quickly disrobed.  Wow.  Having already had a preview of him half-naked the full feature did not disappoint.  Bubble butt, large calves and well-endowed but nothing like the monstrosity from hours earlier.  He complained that this room did not have a sound system and fussed for about 5 minutes trying to find music on his phone to play.  I laid there now regretting losing out on this Casanova Arm in place of a Primadonna but ultimately the Superstar came through with a quality massage and fantastic fun.  When it came time for him to top it was clear he knew what to do, and that he was gay.  Thoroughly checked in with me on pressure and speed while using his hips to elegantly roll rather than smash.  My sphincter had been rewarded after a harrowing journey.  Unfortunately, I did not get to top him, so whatever versatility he had - it was not meant to be but after we both had ample time to suck, lick and jerk a double climax was all that mattered.  I tipped him 1000 baht.
The day concluded with me finally seeking some nourishment. I headed to Mamma Mia, a tourist-friendly alleyway restaurant, eager for a taste of my favorite Americanized dish, 'Drunken Noodle.' It seems 'Drunken Noodle' doesn't really exist in traditional Thai cuisine; it's essentially a noodle-based basil stir-fry, which is extremely common but not marketed like they do back home. While Mamma Mia's rendition of 'Drunken Noodle' was only mediocre, the atmosphere made up for it. Dining as cars lurched past the restaurant, only a few inches away from the patrons, added a unique charm. It was an experience heightened by the sight of Instagram influencers striking poses against the backdrop of rugged street vendors.
My phone begins to buzz.  The boys from last night are back at DJ Station for another round of mayhem. 
But after being ravished in all manner of the word it was off the bed by 10 PM and prepare for tomorrow's adventure - Pattaya, and more miscalculations to come 😂.

So, I was curious about Facebook dating and gave it a try. People like you or you like them and if a match, you can chat. I met one guy that I thought was really cute and I wanted to meet him. We chatted for a few days and last night he came to my place for a date. We went to eat (not really as no seating but brought it back to the apartment). We chatted and had a great time. He speaks great English and is into computers and programming. He is a bit young, 20 years old, but very smart and funny. He did enjoy playing games online a bit, but that was fine. The night was great, sex was very good, and he asked for no money at all. He wants a BF. He comes to Bangkok once per week to play volleyball and asked if he could spend next weekend with me as well. I said yes. Since Jupiter Boy has left the picture, it looks like Volleyball Boy has came into the race.

I did! I voted for Asia. I hear many good things about the Thai islands (not been) but depending on cost/whatever everyone else decides to do that could easily switch to Mexico

This was fun in my younger years!
 

Why are you always the last to finish? 

I'm torn between Asia (really want to go island hopping) and Mexico (amazing food and even better men) but I'm also resisting the urge to book anything until things stabilise more.
 
Right now living through trip reports - so thanks to you and everyone who has braved travels to keep the rest of us entertained!

Why are you always the last to finish? 

Why are you always the last to finish? 

Hey it's Easter so here's George with a little Faith:
 
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I have a huge crush on Nas. If you follow his social, he certainly knows what his audience wants without actually giving it to them.
 
I love how out he is, and proud too. Good for him. Helps that his music is my style too!

I'm so glad I put that in me. 

I have a huge crush on Nas. If you follow his social, he certainly knows what his audience wants without actually giving it to them.
 
I love how out he is, and proud too. Good for him. Helps that his music is my style too!