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ONEPLUS makes very good phones -- little used here in the USA. 
It's been only five months since I stopped using my 5T. It worked fine for six years until it simply didn't. 

I'm currently using a ONEPLUS 8T.. pretty old (as they are on 12).  a ~350$ b phone with good processor and lots of memory.  the newer ones do little more than better camera... so hard for me to justify ...  I give my older phones to men I meet who need a phone

I'm currently using a ONEPLUS 8T.. pretty old (as they are on 12).  a ~350$ b phone with good processor and lots of memory.  the newer ones do little more than better camera... so hard for me to justify ...  I give my older phones to men I meet who need a phone

He was from from Isabela province north of manila, I wrote of my experiences in PH in the Philippine area. 
I had a BF for a month and a few paid straight friends slept with us.  my chlamydia boy (actually it was gonorrhea).  (YEA!  Doxy Prep works)
I really enjoyed PH.  and THailand, and Medellin.....

He was from from Isabela province north of manila, I wrote of my experiences in PH in the Philippine area. 
I had a BF for a month and a few paid straight friends slept with us.  my chlamydia boy (actually it was gonorrhea).  (YEA!  Doxy Prep works)
I really enjoyed PH.  and THailand, and Medellin.....

He was from from Isabela province north of manila, I wrote of my experiences in PH in the Philippine area. 
I had a BF for a month and a few paid straight friends slept with us.  my chlamydia boy (actually it was gonorrhea).  (YEA!  Doxy Prep works)
I really enjoyed PH.  and THailand, and Medellin.....

Sorry man can't help to you there, have not been based in PH for quite some time now and no longer knowledgeable for anything local there. I left PH in 2010 and only visit once every couple of years and that's only for a 2-3 weeks at a time. Damn, I even got lost 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵😵 travelling back and forth throughout Manila last month when I was there as too much was changed since my last visit😂😂🤣🤣🤣

Jamie are you living in PH?  can you give accommodation advice.  I was there for a 30 days on my 60 day trip to asia last year.   I had a local man from Isabela province and stayed 5 days in manila (new years) in various hotels, then Cauayan city (hotels and airbnb) 20 days and 5 days  Angeles.
I found hotel accommodations mediocre and rather expensive.  and I hate moving around.  Finding a good place to stay was one of my local mans jobs, but he was .....  inexperienced.
this winter I stayed in Medellin for 90 days 3 different Airbnbs (again mediocre and rather expensive).  I like to have a "home base"  then travel around the country a bit with short stays at hotels.  but having someplace to leave the computer and my stock of heart and cock medicines.  I guess I need to learn to travel lighter....  Meds, computer electric toothbrush, shaver a few clothes, sex toys (😈).
Trying to decide to return to Asia or back to south america.  I love thailand food, accomodations, and men.  weather sucks.  PH the people/men are great, food... weather, accomodations...  not so much.  Colombia great weather, hot men... food accomodations safety..... not so great.

Jamie are you living in PH?  can you give accommodation advice.  I was there for a 30 days on my 60 day trip to asia last year.   I had a local man from Isabela province and stayed 5 days in manila (new years) in various hotels, then Cauayan city (hotels and airbnb) 20 days and 5 days  Angeles.
I found hotel accommodations mediocre and rather expensive.  and I hate moving around.  Finding a good place to stay was one of my local mans jobs, but he was .....  inexperienced.
this winter I stayed in Medellin for 90 days 3 different Airbnbs (again mediocre and rather expensive).  I like to have a "home base"  then travel around the country a bit with short stays at hotels.  but having someplace to leave the computer and my stock of heart and cock medicines.  I guess I need to learn to travel lighter....  Meds, computer electric toothbrush, shaver a few clothes, sex toys (😈).
Trying to decide to return to Asia or back to south america.  I love thailand food, accomodations, and men.  weather sucks.  PH the people/men are great, food... weather, accomodations...  not so much.  Colombia great weather, hot men... food accomodations safety..... not so great.

Yews, they start looking strangely at you when you go 5 or 6 men a day....

Yews, they start looking strangely at you when you go 5 or 6 men a day....

So the story of my other favorite African guy. He has one of the thickest dicks I have ever taken and the sex was was mind blowing. When I was living in Europe I was traveling to different major cities. This time I was visiting Athens in early November for a conference. However the hotel I was at is south of Athens on the Astir peninsula, around 30 to 40 minutes from the city center. Guys on Grindr and Romeo near me were pretty limited. A gorgeous place, lacking hung men lol. Hooked up with a few inviting them to my hotel but none really opened my second hole, and my craving got more insatiable. As my schedule was pretty full the only opportunity I had to go to central Athens was the last night of the conference. Planing to utilize the free time that I would have to the extreme I go on the Hunqs section of Romeo to find what I need. I see one Profile and my jaw dropped. A sexy, muscle thick man from Mozambique with his dick almost as thick as his forearm. I knew the moment I laid eyes on him I had to feel him in my hole. We get in contact. I share my pictures, tell him how I like to fuck. He got very aroused seeing how I could take dick and we arrange a 4 hour session at his Airbnb in city center that evening. Here is where everything took the wrong turn. Little did either of us know there were riots scheduled for some bullshit (some anniversary of a political figure) and no one was getting in or out of the center of Athens. No taxis wanted operate anywhere near there and metros were closed and rioters were clashing with police. Both us accepted defeat, extremely disappointed. He asked if I could come in the morning and told him my flight back to Zürich was at 7am. He then told me “If you ever come to Lisbon, send me a message”. Never having visited Portugal, I booked a long weekend trip in January. And patiently waited. 
 
January rolls around and I’m finally in Lisbon. I hit him up the day before and we planned to meet at a bar next to his apartment. I arrive to my hotel in the evening. I shower, really really deep clean out and lube the inside of my hole. We meet at the bar and he’s so handsome in person. We have a couple of drinks, break the ice then we walk over to his apartment. We take off our coats, he starts playing some music, and asks if I smoke. I tell him yes and he starts roll up a blunt. We start smoking and taking off our clothes. When his pants came down his briefs could barely contain his dick. He sat on the couch and told me to suck it. I pull it out and the girth and weight in my hand shocked me. I started to suck the best I could, and he was getting rock hard. He then ran his hand down my back to feel my hole. When he felt it was lubed he basically growled and told me to get on the couch. I obeyed and asked him to go slow at first. I had to adjust. I took deep deep heavy drags from my poppers and he started slowly pushing in. I start moaning heavily and gasping for feeling him stretching my hole. I tell him slow but don’t stop as I feel the walls of my hole tightly gripping his massive fucking dick. He basically 3/4 of the way and he starts his strokes. And then starts to go faster and telling me he loves how wet my ass was. I keep taking drags of poppers as he starts moving faster and his dick basically pulling my hole inside out. Then he really starts fucking me, I’m literally biting the couch to muffle my yelps/grunts and he starts pounding full force till he slows and his dick throbs in my hole to half cum or pre cum. I just feel intense heat in my hole. He then moves me onto the bed and starts relentlessly fucking on all fours there. I’m gasping for air trying to muffle my loud moans/screams in his pillow. My hole starts talking like crazy and cum lube and cream going down my balls. He changed angles and I let out a yelp and he slaps my ass and tells me to shut up in Portuguese and I feel all this cream splashing on my back. And again he slows, lets out a growl and shoots a mini load. My head is spinning, I’m literally in pain and ecstasy. He then tells me floor. I go on all fours on his wood floor. I take more poppers and he goes HAM on my hole and cussing in Portuguese. I feel cream splashing higher on my back and on the back of neck. And then all of a sudden my hole just gives out and just pushes out. And he just begins to slam my hole and I start to scream and he lets out the biggest yell as he floods my hole with the thin space between my holes walls and his dick. My hole was on fire in the best way possible. He then slowly pulls out and he leans back, throws his head back and takes deep breaths. The top part of my body collapses on the floor and just cool myself off. And that was just the first nut. 
 
He fully came maybe like 4 times that night, and we definitely went over the original time. I could barely walk straight after that and my boxer briefs were soaked walking and taking a Uber back to my hotel. Below are pictures of him and for anyone that doubts about me creaming I’ll post a picture of me, after fucking, all natural. Sorry for the wait @babybear2 @BlkSuperman there was a lot of details I had to cover. 😁😈
Also sorry for any grammar mistakes, I don’t feel like editing lol 

Sorry for the delayed reply @babybear2, was traveling for the weekend and my social schedule was pretty booked up. The African guys I met in Europe is a story for itself. They love guys with a big ass who can take dick. I’ll tell you the two that were my fave. 
 
The first guy I met was in Frankfurt. I wanted to visit friends and Fam in Beirut and it was cheaper to fly out of Frankfurt than from Zürich or Geneva. So I decided to make a mini trip and spend two nights in Frankfurt. Hooked up with some guys the first night via Grindr and Romeo. It was fun but not that memorable. Next night I was Horny af and really needed a big dick to load me up. I checked on the Hunqs section of Romeo and went through the listings. Tons of hot guys but was on a budget. I then stumbled on one guy, who wanted a 75 euros an hour. Tall, thin, Nigerian, but only one pic on the app (face and body pic that wasn’t even him). But from experience I don’t judge a book by its cover and DM for nudes. He sends me a pic of his very nice dick, 9 more to 10 inches, and I send him my pics and my creaming videos. He asks if I really cream that much, and I told him if the dick is good I will. I tell him i love to fuck for a long time and he says he does too. We reach a deal and he was gonna do two hours for 100 euros. Before he came over he asked me twice if I was sure I could take dick. Which of course I told him yes. Guy shows up around 10 pm at my hotel room. I offer a drink and he declines. He tell me to take my clothes off and get on all fours on the bed. No sucking, no foreplay, I just lube my hole and he starts slowly digging me out, then turning into a pile driver. That night we fucked on the bed, side of the bed, on my back, on my side, on my side on the side of the bed, the floor (to the point I got carpet burn), bent standing up, on the chair (we did that multiple times, and he fucked me one hour straight on the chair alone). He just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. I literally could feel my hole splashing out. Everywhere we fucked it got soaked, it got so wet and creamy he had to grab multiple towels to clean some of the cream off him. He kept saying he loved my ass, couldn’t believe I was able to take it like that. And lo and behold it when he finally couldn’t fuck anymore it was almost 5am. It was exactly how I liked it, animalistic nasty fucking and drenched in sweat when we are finally done. He said I was the best dicktaker he had since he got to Europe. Then in a hurry, he then told me he had to go back to his hotel and head to Köln. He was only there for the weekend to make some money but told me he was so happy he got to meet me. I payed him the 100 euros and he didn’t ask for more. We are still in contact, and everytime im in Frankfurt I Pay for his train to come from Köln and so I could give him my ass. 
 
I’ll post in a bit about the second guy, which I think @BlkSuperman would like if he ever went to Europe 😈

Hello y’all! As the title reads above this is part 2 of my arrival and first day in Santo Domingo. I’ll be sharing details of my first 24 hours back with the Fisherman, the experiences we shared together, some info of what was planned for the following days of my trip and of course the sex.* 😈 I will link part 1 incase you missed it for y’all’s convenience. https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/47678-homecoming-santo-domingo-trip-report-day-1-part-1/
 
Homecoming Part 2 - Sex, romance and some outdoor play* 
 
*edit - because of the amount of details I kept giving about our morning together and the length of this post alone. I’ll call part two “Sex, coffee and forever bonded”. I will go into details of our outdoor play and wild night in homecoming part 3. 
 
I feel the Fisherman’s warm body on my back, his dick still pulsating in my hole. Our bodies hot, starting to get sweaty, my chest and face pressed against the against the cool floor. It’s an awesome sensation. I feel him slowly pull his dick out of my hole and he pops right up as my body slides on the floor. Still trying to catch my breath he tells me to go to the bedroom and wait for him on the side of the bed while he goes to rinse off* I happily oblige. 
 
(*) Side note - I’ve noticed an interesting pattern among Dominican men, and it’s even more visible between Straight/Bi vs Gay men. Only in the DR I’ve experienced this trend of “straight/Bi” men immediately rinsing off after cuming. Like even though they know and I know that we are about to continue fucking and they are gonna bust a another load. These guys immediately run to the shower after climaxing. Every. Single. Time. It’s like this form of ablution that I still can’t wrap my head around. No 5 minute breather, no pillow talk, just a direct b line to the shower. With gay guys they will bust a nut in your hole, keep going then bust again, and then when finally tapped out they will go shower (that’s the type of sex that I’m accustomed to). I even asked the Fisherman once about this and if there was some reasoning behind it. He just shrugged and told me “it’s a thing that Dominicans do” (he did skip the habit a few times after we had that conversation though). It would be interesting to see if anyone else has any input on this. 
 
Hearing the shower turn on I peel myself off the floor and go to the bedroom to check my phone. I had received already quite a few messages from Grindr from opening that app once at the airport. Changing my name to “Culon Cremoso 💦” (big creamy ass) and having a raunchy description in Spanish of what I was looking for was already garnering attention. It was exactly the affect I wanted, but today I belonged completely to the Fisherman. So I switched my profile to incognito mode and shelved the messages for later. 
 
As the shower turns off I get myself into position. On all fours with my ass sticking out on the side of the bed. I hear him go “mmmmmmmm”, I turn my head back to look at him. He had that mischievous smirk and was rubbing his growing dick. I start shaking my ass and then feel his dick pressing on my hole. In one stroke he slides his whole dick in while I let out a shakey moan. He then starts digging out my hole, slow then fast, fast then slow. Feeling his damp skin pressing against my ass. With drops of water dripping from his braid and splashing on my back like rain. Keeping with his pace I start bouncing on his dick and he begins to moan hard while grip his dick coming in and push out when pull away. We do this for while, both us getting sweaty as the ac couldn’t cool us down fast enough and then I completely pull away. He slaps my ass and tells me to get back on his dick but I tell him “no, get on bed”. I spread my legs wide, chest pressed to the bed and the top of my head anchored against the headboard. He lets out growl and rams his dick in my hole. I let out a yelp, as he starts to pound me out. My moaning keeps getting louder the hard he dug. He was digging so hard that the sweat from his body was dripping all over mine. He then started angling himself in different directions to destroy the walls of my hole while my head was bouncing off the headboard. It was pure ecstasy. 🤤 Then with a stroke that went balls deep, he stopped and held it there. With out saying anything he took his hands and started to push my ass down and had me spread eagle. Once in this position he started piledriving my hole. I was gasping for air, scream moaning while he only kept going harder and deeper. And then without warning he piledrives so deep he hits my second hole, belts out a yell moan and shoots his load. I belt again “oh my God” when feeling his load fill my hole. He makes sure to give every bit, and as he pulls out cum starts to leak from my hole. I move to lay on my side, hole twitching and body spasming as he goes to shower off once again. 
 
It was his second nut of the morning, it was 730, the sun was rising and the noise of streets were slowly seeping into the apt. 
 
I laid in bed catching my breath, smiling and thinking to myself. I was finally back, reunited with the fisherman, and was ready to experience more. Little did I know what was to come. 😈 As he comes out of the shower, he’s wet and shivering. I soon realize the A/C was on full blast, I let out a small laugh and tell him to hurry and hop into bed. I turn over to grab the remote for the air conditioning and turn it off as he comes under the covers with me. He asks if we can rest which I gladly tell him yes but warn him I have to wake up in two hours for a work call. He sighs in relief and wraps his arms around me. And we soon fall asleep. 
 
Feeling the fisherman’s warm body against mine I woke and looked at my phone. It’s almost 11 and it has been blown up from work. “Fuuuuuuck” I let out in a frustrated groan as my bed mate grogily asks if everything is ok. As I try to explain he simply responds with just “mhmm” and I start feeling his dick pressing against my ass. I pause as he starts slowly pressing his dick closer and closer to my crack and hole. I move my hand behind me and his dick begins to grow as I move up hand up and down. Knowing I’m still full of cum and lubed up I tell him to feel my hole. His finger then feels up bussy and he flicks to make a wet gushing sound. He growls and while on my side, bends me forward with my ass sticking towards him. He grabs the lube next to the bedside table, slathers his dick and slides right up into and i let out a deep gasp. 
 
He’s in all the way. His dick pulsing and I can feel him precuming inside. And he starts to stroke while on my side. I let out load moans with each stroke as he goes deeper and feels every inch of my walls. The more he fucks my hole starts to make noises as I push out on his dick to get him wetter. “Coño” he says, I look back and see him biting his lips together, eyes closed and truly enjoying the sensation. This goes on for almost 30 mins tell he tells me he’s about to cum. I tell him “wait wait” and pull away. Sorta in shock and disappointment he asks if I’m ok. I tell him i want to try a different position. 
 
I stay mostly on my side but splay my leg out to right and point my ass out and turn my torso to look at him. He smiles his naughty smile as he straddles my bottom leg and rams his dick up on me. I let out a loud cry moan and then the onslaught begins. I look at him, moaning, smiling, wincing, in pain, in ecstasy. He starts to “Eres una Perra, ERES UNA PERRA” while wrecking my hole. As I keep pushing my hole out I start splashing and the minute he sees it he lets out a load yell and shoots another load in my hole. He’s pulls out quickly and leans back. He tells me he can’t believe how good it is while trying to catch his breath. I pulled his third nut. 
 
As he goes hops to get in the shower (as usual after the nut) I follow behind. Under the warm water we start cleaning eachother and give the occasional kiss. He starts to ask if I missed him and liked the way he felt and I happily told him yes, 100% 😈. He then pulled back and started singing. Literally singing in the shower while the suds ran his body. It was the corniest, cutest and sexiest thing ever. The fun boy next door things that makes a guy fall in love. 
 
As he finishes washing off. He asks if I’m done, I tell him gonna take a few minutes to wash my face and I’ll meet him outside in a minute. As he wipes down and steps out of the bathroom, I cleanse my swollen hole and start my skincare ritual. After finishing my routine and drying down I step out and call my work. I explain that there will be difficulties getting a hold of me over the next few days and we can shelve any calls and meetings for when I return. Which they reluctantly agree with, as I’m finishing my call I smell the waft of coffee coming from the kitchen and I’m immediately drawn in. 
 
I see him in the light filled kitchen, over the stove using a moca pot. Just in his basketball shorts and his bare torso peppered in tattoos in full display. I get horny again, but hold myself back. Knowing there was more to come. Over coffee we catch up on life, recap on the years gone by. As we continue catching up things get sorta serious. He tells me that he has been lonely, more so since his best friends have been gone. Most have left to the US and have not been back and he has no one in Santo Domingo. And then out of no where he starts to tear up. He said he couldn’t believe that God has brought us back together and I came back during a very difficult part of his life. I get up from from my seat and deeply hug as he lets out more tears. People would think it’s a moment of weakness, but I was there as his friend and told him we will never lose one another again. These are the moments that solidified our relationship. It was no longer transactional (even though I made sure he was compensated this trip, even though he was hesitant to take it) and we reached a level of true friendship. Yes we were lovers but we became soulmates, genuinely caring for eachother. 
 
As I wipe his tears, I smile and ask him if he’s hungry and he laughs and he says I made him get a really big appetite. Laughing, I kiss him and tell him to go get dressed and we I’ll grab some food. As I go in the room and slip on my navy chubbies shorts and put on my white linen short sleeve. I look forward to the rest of the day and anticipate of what my night with the fisherman will bring. 
 
So after seeing how much in detail I went through with just the the morning of us together I decided to stop here or otherwise this post will be ridiculously long. To not make y’all wait too much longer for me to finish the first day I will try to post the 3rd and final part of day 1 hopefully within a few days. I hope y’all enjoyed the read!

So it’s been a little over a week since I got back from Santo Domingo and hot damn it was a wild ride figuratively and literally. I was in the capital for around 5 days. I would guesstimate that I got maybe a total of 12 hours of sleep the whole trip and was taking dick almost 70% of the time I was there. The experience this trip was completely different from the other times, and in the best way possible. At the end of the trip I was completely drained, and couldn’t walk straight for a good three days. Totally worth it. 
 
Incase you wanted more information about me and how I had things planned before the trip you can refer to my earlier post. https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/43395-returning-to-santo-domingo-back-from-my-3-year-hiatus/
 
So the way I’m going to divide my reports will be as follows. 
Report one, arrival and First day (Wed) divided into two parts. I recall the first day in its entirety, it was one guy for a full 24 hours so I have tons of details to share.  Report two (Thursday and Friday)  Report three, the wildest of the days (Saturday)  Report four, last day and departure (Sunday and Monday early morning)  So keep your eyes out for those, and if y’all have any questions i’ll be more than happy to answer them. All right let’s get into it 😈. 
 
Homecoming and the Fisherman 
 
So my original travel itinerary to Santo Domingo was a 3am arrival to Santo Domingo from Newark on the 7th of March and departing the 11th at 5am. After doing a final confirmation with the fisherman, seeing that there was no surcharge to change my ticket to arrive a day early, my Airbnb had a small apartment available at a deal. I said, fuck it, I’m going a day early and spend a “romantic” day with the Fisherman and get all my ducks in a row for the upcoming days. To everyone else I arrived on Thursday, but for the fisherman I would arrive Wednesday and we would spend the whole day and night to ourselves. 
 
Some background on the Fisherman (btw this story is a bit of a rollercoaster). We met through Manny during my previous visit to the DR. Manny brought him to the airport and he came to spend three days with me in the north of country. Mid 30s, Dominican Haitian, tatted, huge dick, high sex drive, rough around the edges and the one of the most down to earth guys I’ve met. Over the three days our connection surpassed the transactional and we became actual friends. We have similar interests, values, work ethic and was open to any experience I wanted to share with him and was open to whatever he wanted to share with me. The chemistry electric, and sex absolute fire. 
 
Sadly after that trip we lost contact, and what made it even worse was that no one had his contact. When I was planning this trip no one knew where he was, people guessed he was back in his village working. And others said he just plainly disappeared. To be honest I gave up hope finding him and settled with another guy to stay with me the whole trip. And then by chance, a month before arriving, I message a faceless profile on grinder with the title “Bi Activo 25cm”. I send a slew of my pics saying that I was going to be in Santo Domingo incase he wanted to hook up. The next day I response and it was HIM! He sent me numerous of voice messages about how he couldn’t believe we found eachother and that we were going to be reunited once again. He gives me his WhatsApp and we start talking on the phone every day, counting the days till I arrive. 
 
Three weeks before the trip and around a week of talking, catching up, reminiscing and planning. He tells me on Friday that he was feeling extremely sick. Concerned I told him to go see a doctor or a nurse and he said he would. The last time he would be online after that would be 3:27am on Saturday. Radio silence, calls not going through, messages not delivered. Initially I thought it was maybe his service was out on his phone. After a few days I sent a recharge to his number and still nothing. Then I started getting extremely concerned. Knowing that he was back in the capital and sometimes went to Marlowes I contact a Haitian buddy of mine to try to investigate. I send him his number, pictures of him, and last known whereabouts. My friend then recruits the bouncer from Marlowes to keep an eye if he saw him at the club or on the street. 
 
A week passes, no word, another week passes no luck. Honestly I was thinking the worst scenario might have happened. Then one week before I arrive the bouncer spotted him on the street. Gave him number and he contacted me on his friends phone. The Saturday we lost contact he was walking up the stairs to his apt and collapsed. The neighbor found him and rushed him to the hospital. His phone slipped through the side crack and fell two stories rendering it useless. He spent two days in the hospital with a serious case of the flu. And had no way to contact me, his family or loved ones. He took the phone to a repair shop and they wanted to charge 5000 Dominican pesos (85US) to fix it. I told him that they can go fuck themselves with that price and that I would bring him an older iPhone I had that was unlocked and that I wasn’t using. And through on and off communication through his friend’s phone we planned to meet the morning I arrived. 
 
Tuesday afternoon I fly out from Texas and arrive at Newark in the evening. I run to Duty Free, purchase two 1liter bottles of Hennessy (a fan favorite in the DR lol) and hit the lounge and shower before boarding my red eye to Santo Domingo. At Newark I call the fisherman on his friends phone and he says he made sure to sleep most of the day and was waiting for me to arrive. “Ya casi, y vas estar mio” (almost here, and then you are gonna be mine) me and my hole couldn’t wait. 
 
I arrive at SDQ around 3:00am, breeze through customs and catch an Uber to our intimate Airbnb in the Zona Colonial for the first night. Stepping outside, it had just rained and the temperature was in low 70s, the weather couldn’t have been better. I call him and tell him that I’m going to shower first (aka clean out) and then he could meet me at the apt. I pour myself a drink, clean out, unpack my lubes and poppers, dispense some lube in my hole and I call him. He’s tells me in Zona Colonial but his friends phone only works via wifi, scared of getting lost and not being able to communicate he tells me to meet him Paco’s. I immediately order an uber and head over there. 
 
When step out of the car at Paco’s there he was. He turned and looked at me and gave the biggest smile. He then comes and hugs me, a tight full body hug which I return in kind. After a lingering few second he tells me he couldn’t believe I was here. He truly thought we would meet again. We both look at each other and knew what was coming next. I called another Uber and we went directly to the Airbnb. 
 
The second after we closed the door, he pressed me against and started kissing me. Deep, passionate, my hands feeling all over his body and his hands cupping and caressing my head. And we start take each others clothes off and I feel his massive dick Rock hard through his basketball shorts. After what felt like ages kissing and feeling he leads me to the couch. Slides off his shorts and sits with throbbing dick in hand. “Mamelo baby” he says, and I immediately get on my knees and begin to suck him off. Running my tounge and spitting on his dick to get it wet, and then I start with suck. My lips wrapped around his dick while leaving a thin space of air to wet his dick more and create suction. He leans and cocks his head back and moans, saying he missed the way I sucked his dick. I start to use my hands and suck on his head, then I push his dick all the way back to my throat and start to squeeze his head and he starts going wild. And then after almost thirty minutes of giving him head he pull my head and tells me “dame ese culo” (give me that ass). Which I more than happily obliged. 
 
I then get on all fours on the edge of this flimsy couch. And he starts to eat me out, spitting, tonguing, and growling “que Rico” into my hole. He then springs up and I feel the head of his dick pressing against my hole. I told him “despacio” (slowly), I wasn’t going to use poppers and he obliged. He slowly slipped pushed in while my hole was gripping on his pulsating guevo. And when he finally gets all the way in I let out a high pitch moan/gasp, he was pressing against my second hole. And then he started to stroke. 
 
Chest pressed against the wall and ass on the edge of this flimsy couch. I feel him picking up the pace while he’s slowly pulling my insides with his huge dick. He then asks me if I missed him, while digging me out. And I moan “si papa, si” repeatedly. His pace got faster while saying “si? Si? Did you miss me?” The deeper he got I started to push my hole out. Getting his dick super wet, and once he felt that he belted “Coño” and grabbed my shoulders. With pulling my shoulders. The balancing act was over. The couch/bench flipped over from the weight and pulling and we were both on the floor.
 
On the floor astonished, we looked at eachother and started laughing. He scooches over and starts kissing me and I grab his dick, slick with lube and cream. I then splay my ass in the air and pressed my chest to the floor. He let out another growl and stood up, bent his knees a bit and started fucking from above. I started moaning loudly the deeper he got. He was hitting all the walls in my hole. Then suddenly I felt his dick get even bigger and he started moaning. “Quieres mi leche?, quieres mi leche?” He kept repeating. And when I said yes I felt his nut filling my hole, I let out an “oh my God” when feeling a jolt of fire unload in my hole. I cock my head back and see his eyes rolled to the back of his head while moaning. With his dick still twitching and loading my hole he collapses on top of me and Kisses my neck and back telling me how much he misses me. 
 
It was almost 6am and that was the first nut. 
 
So I think I’m gonna stop part one here. I unloaded a lot of details and didn’t want to overwhelm in one post.  In part 2 I’ll share more details about our experience, how we spent our day, how I planned for the rest of the trip. And a lot of details about the mind blowing sex (we even utilized a terrace and jacuzzi). Hope y’all enjoyed and stay tuned for part 2. P.S. I’ll post fisherman’s dick below. 

Have YOU now been there and can you report?

Part 7
After saying goodbye to Mek, I welcomed the return to my solitary bed, relishing the comfort of solitude. While I enjoy companionship, there comes a point when I crave time alone. My time with Mek was enjoyable; he's attractive, and I appreciated his efforts to please. Perhaps another encounter with him is in the cards.
The next day, after tackling some work, I contemplated checking out Aurora Massage in Sukhumvit (as discussed in this forum). However, after a few exchanges, my gut feeling told me to proceed with caution. While nothing seemed outright suspicious, their focus on the brand of oil they use (Aesop) to justify their prices and not being forthcoming about shorter session options left me hesitant. Maybe I'm reading too much into it.
Instead, I decided to head back to Suan Plu, not to revisit S'sense, but to give Prince Massage another shot. It had been quite some time since my last visit (before the pandemic), and I was curious about any changes.
Arriving at the familiar compound, I was met by a lone staff member. It was 2 pm, and I found myself the only customer in the reception area. Though there were fewer masseurs (around 10) available this time, the overall quality seemed promising. From looks alone, I  have shortlisted 8 potentials. As I took a seat, all the masseurs sprang into action, each vying for my attention. One in particular caught my eye with his impressive physique and warm shy smile. With a laser pointer confirmation from the staff member, Bank (as he later introduced himself) approached me, while the others resumed their tasks.
Navigating the massage room area is quite confusing being dark, with only few LED candles in between and some mirrored walls, I was lucky not to bang my head or crash on a mirror on my way to my designated room.
Upon entering, Bank led me to the shower and he stepped out to get his stuff. I was heartbroken (lol) as I thought he will join me. He entered a few minutes later and I enjoyed watching him take a shower. The frosted glass window near the bed is a nice touch.
Bank was a bit chatty and his English is quite good. His massage skills while not as enjoyable as the one I had at S'sense is still remarkable and very pleasant . From his strokes, you can really feel that he was trained and the massage level is way more than decent.
One thing that surprised me happened when he transitioned to the more spicy part of the session. Many of you may already noticed that I do not provide much details on my reports when it comes to this part of the massage. But I was pleasantly surprised with my experience with him that I'm making a bit of exception.
From experience, I always find my sessions in Brasil to be hotter and way more intense. I was delighted that the level of experience with Bank was comparable. He kisses so passionately that it felt like I was transported to 117 in Rio rather than being in Bangkok (and I am not exaggerating!). He's also a good top and prepared me well prior to entering me gently and then slowly working building up the intensity of his thrusts. Half of the tops I met in Bangkok doesn't seem to know what they are doing which makes the experience less pleasurable.
We continued in different positions with me finishing while he's inside me and our lips are locked passionately. He then finished off on my chest and after wiping it off, went back lying on the bed to catch our breath, bit of a laugh and more cheeky extra kisses.
We showered together afterwards and after giving Bank his tip, said my good bye together with a sincere promise that I will be back and choose him again.
As I exited the gate and made my way to the main road, I reflected on what just happened and was thankful for re-discovering this place.

Part 6
 
After a quick breakfast in the hotel, Jake and I hailed a Grab taxi to take us to Siam Paragon, the pickup location for the tour we had booked. Navigating to the assembly area was a breeze, thanks to the clear directions and photos provided by the klook app. We arrived with half an hour to spare before departure, giving us ample time to purchase some snacks for the two hour ride.
Arriving back to Damnoen floating market was a nostalgic journey for me, as it had been years since I last visited. Activities like these feel awkward to be doing alone so Having Jake along made the experience even more enjoyable. It was fun  navigating the bustling waterways together, passing  through the vibrant market stalls, we couldn't resist sampling local delicacies like grilled meats on skewers, fruits, local delicacies I can't even identify, washing it all down with refreshing coconut water.
Following our exploration of the floating market, we made our way to Maeklong Railway, eager to witness the famous train weaving its way through the market stalls. Despite the enjoyable excursion, the relentless heat of the afternoon began to take its toll, prompting us to seek refuge in the shade whenever possible. Yet, the sight of the train thundering past, mere inches from the vendors' goods, made the journey undeniably memorable.Despite the enjoyable and picturesque tour, the sweltering heat began to take its toll, and I was grateful for the respite of the air-conditioned bus by mid-afternoon picking us up and ending the tour.
We got dropped off at Iconsiam which is good as the dinner cruise we booked will be leaving from this pier in 3 hours. With this planned and no time to return to the hotel , we went to a massage shop nearby to refresh our body from the grueling day trip and more importantly, have a shower and change clothes. 
The chao praya cruise was very enjoyable and seeing some iconic Bangkok sights from a different perspective is enjoyable. Food is decent and entertainment is also good. Jake and I just chill enjoying the sights over beer and friendly banter and a bit of heart to heart talk. When the cruise ended by around 10pm, we were exhausted, we then headed back to the hotel where we decided to chill for the night, Jake started packing his stuff. While I start making mental notes of what to do the coming days.
The next morning, we treated ourselves to an early lunch at Baiyoke Sky, soaking in the breathtaking views of the city skyline. Reflecting on the past few days, I felt grateful for Jake's companionship but also excited at the prospect of solo exploration. By early afternoon, Jake received a text from his friends indicating their arrival, signaling the end of our shared adventure. We bid farewell at the hotel, cherishing the memories created during our time together (not to forget a cheeky farewell sex before he took off!)
Still feeling tired, I decided to have a nap. I woke up around 8pm struggling to decide if I should go out or let my introverted self enjoy solitude for a bit. I did enjoy and had a blast having a companion during the last three days but part of me enjoy being alone sometimes. By 9:30pm, I am making my way to Surawong. My introverted self can have fun after this trip.
Freshboys was this night's destination. Place is decently full. I quickly surveyed the stage and can see more than 3 that I deem as offable. Maybe I'm being too sensitive but seeing the mamasan feeling up the guys on stage is a bit off putting for me. The mamasan will just walk past and nonchalantly place his hands inside their pants feeling their arse and cock. Then as if nothing happened, will just walk away.  I don't want to sound hypocritical but I just feel sorry for the guys.
Out of the 3 I shortlisted in my head, one made eye contact and smiled. Next minute he's sitting with me having the usual chat while watching the show. He introduced himself as Mek from Myanmar. He can carry basic convo but will whip out his phone from time to time for translation. When we approached the pointy end of our chat, he asked me if I'm looking for LT or ST.
"Short Time", I replied. I was so surprised with my response. Must be my introverted self speaking out loud.
With that, Mek and I made our way out of the bar and hailed a taxi to my hotel. 

Part 5
After capping off Friday night unexpectedly earlier than planned, we found ourselves waking up way too early and after a quick uneventful breakfast, Jake suggested that we take advantage of the weekend and explore Chatuchak Market. Not my usual preference but I thought why not. Taking the BTS, Jake and I alighted at Mo Chit Station, and as we make our way through the sweltering Mid morning heat, I started to doubt if I made the right choice.
The sprawling market stretched out before us, overflowing with stalls selling everything from clothing and accessories to handicrafts and souvenirs ---- and I must say that the variety of goods are a bit different from what you'll see in Pratunam or similar areas with quite a number of Thailand made items as well which can make the trip worth the effort. The sheer variety of products on offer was overwhelming, and it was easy to lose track of time amidst the labyrinth of alleys and vendors.
But as the day wore on and the sun beat down mercilessly, the heat became unbearable. Desperate for relief, we sought refuge in a nearby massage shop, enticed not just by the promise of relaxation but primarily the coolness of the air conditioning. We settled into comfy chairs side by side, grateful for the break from the scorching heat while getting our feet massaged. As the skilled masseuses worked their magic on our tired muscles, I closed my eyes and let myself sink into a blissful relaxation. Meanwhile, Jake, sitting beside me, couldn't seem to resist grabbing and playing with my hand. At first, I felt a bit self-conscious about Jake's affectionate gestures in public, but as the massage relaxed me more and more, I let go of my worries and simply enjoyed the moment. 
As we continued our exploration of the market, I found myself impressed with Jake's natural charm and talent when it came to haggling. Unlike me, who often felt awkward negotiating prices, Jake effortlessly struck up conversations with vendors, his friendly demeanor and easy banter making it seem like a game. Thanks to his skills, we scored some great deals and found ourselves lugging a good haul without burning holes in my pocket.
Feeling lazy to walk back to BTS, we took a bolt taxi going back to the hotel. We both fell asleep in the middle of the traffic with me managing to wake up a few minutes before reaching the hotel. We then went straight to the shower to wash the market off us and had food delivered for dinner.
By 9 pm, we had finally regained enough energy to venture back to Silom. Hailing a taxi, I decided to give Banana Club another chance. Despite its lackluster performance last time, I am willing to give it another shot. As we arrived, the familiar atmosphere greeted us, but this time, there seemed to be a promising increase in the number of guys.
Inside, the ambiance was lively, with the performers putting on a show that was far more entertaining than our previous visit. I counted fifteen guys this time, a significant improvement from the mere four from before. The energy in the club was positive, and we found ourselves enjoying the experience much more than anticipated.
However, I couldn't help but notice a "flaw" in Banana Club's layout. The curtain door allowed potential customers to peek inside before deciding whether to enter or not. This resulted in numerous customers walking away without even stepping foot inside, which wasn't good for business - although good for clients.
One particular guy caught my attention. He's both beefy and cute, and he stood out from the rest. Impulsively, I handed him a pink bill, only to have the eager Papasan assume I wanted him to join us. Not wanting to embarrass the guy, who introduced himself as Nai from Myanmar, I went along with it. Despite his limited English, Nai was incredibly friendly and eager to engage in conversation. Moments later he will have his arms around me while watching the show.
However, this unexpected turn of events seems to have created a slight tension between me and Jake (or it could just be my imagination). The usual chatty him has now been reduced to one word cold responses. Attempting to diffuse the situation, I promised Nai that I would see him again soon, generously tipping him before sending him back to the stage.
Exiting the club, I knew I needed to address the awkwardness between Jake and me. Suggesting we grab dessert somewhere, I attempted to lighten the mood. Gradually, Jake's chatty demeanor returned, and we found ourselves wandering the streets of Silom aimlessly.
As we waited for a taxi, Jake asked why I didn't off Nai. Playfully, I deflected his question, hinting at the intimacy of our previous night and how I prefer that instead. He laughed, pulled me into a hug, planting a kiss on my neck.
In that moment, I felt a rush of conflicting emotions. While part of me relished the affection, another part recognized the need to address whatever this thing is between us before they spiraled out of control.

Part 4
After breakfast, T left me with an invitation to join him in his birthday celebration with friends. I smiled and replied, saying I would try but wasn't very sure since I had friends coming over. I suggested we could go out after his birthday. He seemed satisfied with my answer, and so was I. Part of me suspected that I would end up spending a substantial amount if I went, and it would be awkward to be a stranger among his friends during the birthday party.
As I busied myself with work, housekeeping auntie cleaned up my room. Meanwhile, I received constant SMS updates from Jake, letting me know where he was on his flight. The last message was a selfie with the airport pickup staff holding a paper with his name. I chuckled at his enthusiasm. Later, he would express how he felt like a VIP seeing his name held up at the airport, appreciating the experience of airport pickup I arranged. It was another realization of how mundane things for some could be a source of delight for others.
About an hour later, Jake arrived, beaming with smiles, and we exchanged a big hug. Despite my initial worries about feeling awkward, the first few hours turned out to be pleasant. We went to a cafe for his brunch and my second coffee, continuing our conversation. By midday, I asked him what he would like to do next. He smiled mischievously and suggested going back to take a shower. I supported the idea, and soon we found ourselves showering together and more.
Due to the scorching weather and his early flight, we decided to relax in the room and take a nap, waiting for Bangkok to cool down. Around 4p.m., we took a Grab taxi to Siam Paragon to enjoy coffee and people-watch. We indulged in a massage and then headed to Surawong for an early dinner.
After dinner, we found ourselves at Starbucks in Montien. As I sipped my fourth and hopefully last coffee of the night, Jake asked me which bar I would like to go to. Although I had no prior plans to visit any bars while with him, I decided to finally try Sol bar since he asked. If it turned out to be disappointing, at least I would have someone to share the disappointment with.
As we navigated through the space, the tables and chairs proved to be a precarious obstacle course. The small leaner tables, each paired with two high chairs, appeared as if they might topple over with the slightest nudge. Even without any alcohol in our systems, we found ourselves teetering on the edge of disaster as we attempted to find stable seating. It was clear that the furniture was ill-suited for this type of place.
Despite the less-than-ideal seating arrangements, our attention was soon drawn to the stage where a performance was midway. However, any anticipation we had quickly dissipated as the show unfolded. The performers seemed disinterested, going through the motions without any genuine enthusiasm. 
While I'm not particularly a connoisseur of bar boy performances, one particular attempt at a BDSM show at Sol bar left much to be desired. As the performance unfolded, it descended into what can only be described as a cringe-inducing spectacle. Towards the conclusion, it appeared more like a guy being awkwardly thrashed with a makeshift whip fashioned from a black pool noodle. Jake's discomfort was obvious as he repeatedly buried his face on my shoulder, and it was evident that nobody in the audience was truly enjoying the display. The climax of the performance, featuring the supposedly dominator blowing several sticks of candles off and pretending to shove it down the other guys arse, prompted me to make the decision to end our evening and settle our bills. Sadly, Sol bar fell short of providing even the bare minimum of we had hoped for. Even Jake, who usually found enjoyment in most experiences, appeared visibly unimpressed. With a sense of resignation, I made the decision to cut our losses and call it a night.
Outside the bar, Jake's mixture of cringing and laughter mirrored my own bemusement. A few days later, I will have a chat with the Papasan at Screwboys who mentioned that Sol's owner is from Malaysia and is not familiar with the Bangkok scene. What the Papasan said next totally captures the current Sol bar - "they don't know how to make gay customers happy". I really hope they will be able to turn this around and improve in the future. At the end of the day, the more decent choices us clients have, the better.
Meanwhile, we decided to stop by 7-11 to buy some supplies and drinks. Reflecting on the disappointing show, Jake suggested we go home, where he promised to put on a better show for me ------ And I can gladly report that he did!

I think the Thai Ministry of Tourism should toss this forum a commission for all the spur-of-the-moment trips it inspires. I mean, who wouldn't feel a twinge of envy and rush to book a trip after scrolling through those Thailand adventures and tips written here? So, there I was, bitten by the travel bug, and voila! ------ found myself booking an unplanned trip to the land of smiles.
Touching down in Bangkok after a longer than usual stopover in Taiwan, I braced myself for the infamous immigration snake lines. But despite the full queues, every counter was promptly manned, and I breezed through. Maybe because cause of the build up in immigration, baggage claim took less than a minute, thanks to my luck and  eagle eyes spotting my luggage as soon as I approached the carousel. Sorted out some cash and a SIM card, then off to my pre-booked pickup. As I got whisked off from my pickup point, I was hit with that warm, unmistakable Bangkok air, making me buzz with excitement and giddiness for the adventures ahead.
Hotel check-in was expected to be a breeze, yet I found myself low-key panicking as my card repeatedly acted up declining the transaction.  It finally dawned on me that I had forgotten to adjust the low maximum spend setting—a habit whenever I travel.
The allocated room seemed reasonable initially, but its issues became apparent later. After showering off my jetlag, I hailed a taxi for my pre-booked appointment at S'sense Spa in Suan Plu.
Knott was still at the spa and appeared delighted to see me. Upon asking if he really remember me, he promptly identified me by removing my socks pointing at my ankle tattoo, a gesture that left me both shocked and impressed. The quality of my session with Knott, both massage and cheeky extras, remained consistently good as I remembered. This explains my choice of S'sense as my first stop—a reassuring and safe start to the trip, saving the fun experimentation, risks, and disappointments for later.
Following purchase of supplies and stocking the fridge, jetlag began to rear its ugly head. Nevertheless, I resolved to push through and explore Silom.
To my disappointment, Tawan remained shuttered, prompting me to wax nostalgic reminiscing nights spent there, particularly recalling that going to Tawan was  my first foray into Silom nightlife. My first ever off was with Tawan's hunky Lek, given my hotel was close by (the now defunct Glitz).
Although tempted to inquire about familiar faces nearby, shyness prevailed, fearing potential embarrassment if they were not from Tawan.
I strolled towards Hotmale, noted a familiar performance and lineup except for a cute, smiling hunk whom I promptly invited to join me. He's from Myanmar and only been working there for four months. He has a very sweet and friendly demeanour. Being a rookie, he seems to be very dependent on translation apps. I typically don't mind language barriers, often finding them endearing and cute. But given my fatigue from travel and jetlag, I decided to listen to my body and give tonight a pass. I bid him farewell with a bit generous tip, sincerely promising to return.
And that, folks, is how I ended up with no off on my first night in Bangkok!

 

Part 2
Writing this trip report has proven to be quite the challenge. Balancing daily activities with the need to have fun, reflect on experiences, and put thoughts to paper has left me significantly behind schedule.
Upon returning to my hotel from Hotmale , I was eagerly looking forward to succumbing to the embrace of jetlag-induced sleep. However, my hopes were dashed as I discovered that my room was plagued by an annoying noise coming from the balcony, which to my horror ,housed the condenser units of adjacent rooms. I endured the disturbance for the night and approached the hotel staff the next day. Thankfully, they promptly assigned me a much quieter and better room. Having to repack and move was a hassle given that I have nested a fair bit with my stuff already scattered everywhere in the room.
Once settled in my new room, I received a message from Jake, a Philipino MB I met from a previous trip. Given this trip is unplanned, it turned out that he'll be in Bangkok as well but with friends and a week later than my arrival. We agreed to have his incoming flight rebooked so that we can meet for a few days before he set off with his mates. Too much drama with this rebooking as I can't use my credit card to pay. Jake said that in Manila, sometimes the airline will look for the card used to pay for the flight during check-in. And he can be deplaned if he's not able to produce it. Still I can't see the logic . Must be an anti fraud thing
Deciding to fill my time, I ventured to Platinum Mall in search of souvenirs and treats to bring back home. Although the mall's offerings remained largely unchanged, I managed to find a few trinkets and enjoy a meal at the Foodcourt on the top floor.
Opting for a change of pace, I hopped on the BTS to Saphan Kwai station and decided to try out 15M. I was asked to remove my footwear before climbing up the second level. I was expecting to be given slippers at this point but was shocked to learn that I will be barefoot the entire time. Some masseurs are in the reception and while I am browsing the menu, noted how much photo enhancement were done to the photos they send to clients. Generally I found the massage experience to be underwhelming, questioning the value of opting for the longer 1.5-hour session as the quality seemed lacking.
As evening approached, I made my way to Dreamboys, only to notice a significant reduction in the lineup compared to my previous visit. Disheartened by the sparse lineup and boring atmosphere, I made a swift exit, seeking a livelier alternative.
I then marched straight to Screwboys, where I encountered many familiar faces missing from Dreamboys. It was a full on contingent on a small cramped stage. I was pleased to spot Mai among the performers, his boyish and manly charm is always a welcome sight.
Among the performers, I invited and struck up a conversation with Boy, a Vietnamese who used to work at dreamboys,  who surprisingly remembered our previous encounter (complete with details!)After enjoying the show, I proposed spending more time together, although Boy expressed his fatigue (not enough sleep for two days) and suggested a short time. I responded saying that I am in the same situation as him and may be asleep way before he did. We agreed, settled my bill and made our way to the hotel. 

Part 3
With just one day left before Jake's arrival, I decided to take things easy since he seems to have some plans and places he would like to  see. One smart move on my part —I made sure to bring up the topic of compensation in advance this time around. However, his response was a bit unclear. He seemed to think that me handling everything for the next three days would suffice. He mentioned wanting to enjoy Bangkok without the hassle of worrying about MB work and finding clients. While it sounded reasonable, deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that I ought to do something in return when he leaves.
I woke up and spent a few hours responding to emails and checking on the progress of work back home. Mates always nag me about not being able to relax and disconnect properly. But I think that investing time to stay on top of things now prevents a mountain of stress later on post vacation. Plus, it ensures that my vacation doesn't eat into all my leave credits, leaving me with nothing for the future. This approach has served me well so far, though I guess everyone has their own way of doing things.
When my stomach started rumbling, I decided to call it a day and went out for lunch. I stumbled upon a Chinese noodle house near McDonald's on Silom Rd. It turned out to be a poor choice—the service was cold and indifferent. Despite being customer number two at that time, I felt completely ignored by the four staff. I took the initiative to grab a menu myself, but when I sat down, the waiter pointed to a QR code on the table and swiftly walked away. The code led me to a Thai website, leaving me to fend for myself. Hungry and frustrated, I opted for McDonald's next door to fill up. Problem solved, albeit in a less exciting way.
With my hunger satisfied, I made my way to Green Massage for a foot massage. They tried to upsell me to a full-body massage, but I declined, citing my recent meal and the potential mess they may need to mop off. A foot massage there is always a delight, and I've never left disappointed. It's also a perfect way to kill time before catching the boy show next block.
Later in the evening, I found myself at Arena in Silom Plaza. It wasn't high on my list of places to visit prior to this trip, but recent events with Tawan made this visit compelling. Not much seemed to have changed—the atmosphere, the process, and the quality of masseurs all remained consistent. Yet, it still seemed to be the go-to spot for meeting Tawan-like guys, at least for the time being.
As night fell, I headed over to Screwboys, which was quickly becoming my favorite spot. Their current selection was on point, and I couldn't resist checking it out. One boy caught my attention. Not my usual type but his overall playful demeanour onstage and how he vibes with other guys looks entertaining. I quickly signalled to invite him to sit with me which he smilingly obliged. T as he introduced himself is from Vietnam - he also mentioned that it will be his birthday in three days. I nodded politely which he interpreted that I don't believe him. He then whipped out his phone and showed me a photo of his passport. I smiled and asked if he would like a drink.
T seems eager to secure business as he instantly became touchy and leading my hand to explore various parts of his body. A few moments later, we were kissing like we are the only people in the room. This left me a bit embarassed as I am personally not a fan of public displays like this. I asked him if he would like a second drink. He responded saying that will it be alright if his brother can join us and have that drink instead. 
Min joined us and minutes later was doing the same routine as T. I really couldn't complain being flanked and alternately kissed by two gorgeous guys. I was shocked to learn though that they are actual brothers (as per T: "mother, father same same "). I can't even process the fact that they both would like to spend the night. At the end, I politely declined the proposition. I just can't wrap my head around that kind of scenario.
It eventually ended with me and T marching out and doing a 7-11 pitstop. In the counter, T handed me a 100 baht note since he purchased a pack of ciggies. I appreciated the gesture but made it a point to add it to his tip.
At the hotel, we had a lively discussion over microwaved food and he's just a chatterbox talking about his life in Bangkok and his family in Vietnam. I prefer not to participate much in this type of conversation as these can be potentially used later for financial help requests. But T have a very animated and entertaining way of storytelling that I can't help but to engage.
We then showered together and things started to heat up again. Initially, I was concerned that his over the top touchy and flirty gestures in the bar is just for show to convince clients for an off - but he remained consistent all throughout. We had a quick shower, a bit more chat and a few minutes later, told him that Jetlag is calling me. He pulled me closer to his chest, kissed me in the forehead and said our goodnights.
 

I am always friendly and smiling and don't complain or bitch about Colombia to Colombians (beyond the why are there no vegetables on the restaurant menus?  you grow the best vegetables!!
there are so many barbers, I was always welcome, and for pedicures/manicure I went to the small "house front" womens shops, they were always happy to have me and very happy because I added 5-7 peso tip.
I didn't really notice an anti foreigner attitude although everyone was unhappy with prices of everything (especially gas)

@TotallyOz can this be pinned ?