Mavica

Meaningless.

what you said about local clients, makes total sense to me.
I often observe local clients spend 30+ minutes chatting and teasing with garatos before sealing a deal, and I suspect they also pay less than gringos, maybe 100R only 
well, it is their country, they speak portuguese, and they go a few times every week, they deserve better 

unrelated to the topic, but as fellow bottom, can you share how you weed out the duds? 
I would say 30% of my hires cannot get hard enough for penetration in the sauna. I feel it is rude to ask them get hard for me before the deal, so I do not have a good way to handle this. These 30% of guys are really a waste of time and money.
@Canadianbtmguy, would love your thoughts or please DM me if you prefer that way 

You wouldn't believe how many times the local clients are  direct, so fucking direct....no mincing words.

I let them know to "close the deal"...now power, no money....some I tease that if they can't get hard, they'll be the bottom.......

If guys know that they have performance issues, they'll already have their remedio, to take care of that deficiency .....

DON'T accept subpar performance.....that is all 😉

 

Barebacking not only places the escorts at risk, the rest of us as well.  Selfish lack of respect for life, or all.  No way to sugar-coat it.

Barebacking not only places the escorts at risk, the rest of us as well.  Selfish lack of respect for life, or all.  No way to sugar-coat it.

I will say in my experience, I had a guy at Thermas in Barcelona get very excited when i told him we didn't need to use a condom. He prefers not to, but also asked that I not mention it outside the room because other guys at the sauna will look down on him for it.

I see that point has already been made. And I don't think anyone in here said anything about pressuring a GP to bareback.

Every sex act comes with a level of risk. You could say having sex with a GP at all places them at risk too. It's about the level of risk vs. reward that both you and the GP are willing to take.

Vice versa seems more popular 😝

and for sure you would regret, one doesn't not go to paradise to watch CNN
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better option is to tidy and secure things BEFORE one sets off for bars and we really never know whom we bring and for how long. Converting short time to long is popular occurrence.
It could be pretty awkward to start hiding things while guest it there. On another hand no need to be oversensitive over issue as theft by boys is very rare but as they say "God guards you when you guard yourself" 

Part 8
Fresh from Prince, I took a taxi back to the hotel and spent the rest of the afternoon chilling and mindlessly doing random things online.
By night time, I was torn between going out or staying in. Not wanting to exaggerate, I kinda feel that my session with Bank should be enough to cap off the day. Although persistent nagging thought keeps on reminding me that I will regret not having maximised my time while in Thailand.
I tried to appease and find a middle ground between my two conflicting thoughts by checking the apps. At least I can stay in but still manage to slut it up (lol).
Could be my luck but the selection during that day was slim pickings. Could be the time of the year but the number of African MBs were not as plentiful compared from last year. I was able to shortlist a couple but by the end, I wasn't convinced. I ended both conversation with a "maybe" then took a taxi to Surawong.
After having dinner, I headed to Screwboys. Very few customers are inside but the stage is full. It felt awkward being "outnumbered" with the whole roster vying for the attention of like 3 customers. I stepped out with my drinks and sat on the couch by the entrance and had an animated chat with the mama and Papasan. We chatted about Sol Bar (see previous report) and suddenly Mai (one of the big cock show guys) arrived. I really find him very attractive but unfortunately he is always booked. Actually, he doesn't mingle a lot - after his performance, he'll be fully dressed up and will be hanging out in the bar or in the dressing area. One day I will off him.
Then T arrived and I was surprised to see him looking very dapper in his dress shirt and pants. We hugged and I greeted him a belated happy birthday. He then whipped out his phone and showed me photos of his birthday party that I missed (that I'm also glad to dodge and not pay for). I complimented how sharp he's looking tonight and he replied saying he got one more shirt like the one he's wearing and he wants to give it to me. I was confused thinking he wanted to sell it to me but he clarified he want to give it for free. I smiled and thanked him for the gesture saying there's no need.
When I sensed that there's enough customers inside, I returned back to my seat. T must be lucky as he's already seated with a customer. Lucky for me as well as I'm spared with the conversation of why I am not choosing him tonight.
Papasan checked on me again suggesting to choose a guy before the show starts. That's not a problem as I already have my eyes on another ex-Dreamboys guy. I made eye contact and motioned him to seat next to me. He introduced himself as Tan and he's from Cambodia. We had a good and decent conversation during the show as his English is quite good - actually the best out of everyone I offed this trip. He said that he's trying to get my attention the last three times I was there but I keep on ignoring him. Again, MB memories are impressively sharp! We also talked about dreamboys and how he ended up leaving (Thai only policy) but he mentioned that working there is much better (I now forgot his reason)
Tan seemed to notice that I keep on massaging my shoulder and neck area  - he then took over the massage which was surprisingly good. Of course it was to be expected  that he then used this to segue and talk about getting offed. My logical self thought that given that he's very attractive plus if the massage hed given will be consistent, then offing him will not be a bad idea. He's adamant for short time and I just agreed (feeling lazy to send him back and start from scratch in the selection process!)
While he's getting dressed, T managed to sneak a few moments and had a chat with me wanting to secure an off next time - I gave a non committal response and gave him a bit of substantial tip (price of one drink) and wished him a happy birthday. He smiled gave me a hearty kiss and left.
While walking towards Starbucks to wait for our grab taxi, I can't help but notice that Tan is a bit touchy feely with either his hand holding mine or over my shoulder. This is kind of new to me with most of my offs previously reserving this gestures inside the bar or hotel.
After showering, Tan started the massage which turned out to be good. I asked him if he was previously trained and he said no - he's just copying strokes he remembers whenever he have a massage and just imagine what will feel good. I was satisfied with that response.
He then transitioned to the more sensual part of the session which turned out to be good as well. He kisses very passionately and the sex didn't feel mechanical. At one point, he's even guiding me what to do to make him feel good (I should be charging him later. Lol). Sometimes it's nice to have a session where both person actually seemed to enjoyed it I guess.
We both finished, exhausted,  and continued our chat. We then showered together, continued our chat lying in bed while having drinks.
I don't know why but for some reason, he then asked if it's ok to change the session to long time as he wants to stay longer. I scanned my memory trying to recall if my room is ready for long time (i.e.valuables, etc are secured) and after weighing my options, agreed to Tan's suggestion.
It would be lovely to have the comfort of sleeping next to a gorgeous, warm and cozy body again.

A lot of members on here also have a 'stage name'. Pretty common, I think.

No surprise that guys will constantly Line you! They know you are generous!

I just messaged him and found out why for you. He said that he paid the room rent with 7000 on the first day, 7000 means one month's room rent.😇

we can use more elaborate report mind  you , lol
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as for visiting bars with boy my generaI comment , not related to your post situation, will be that before we take boy to bars  it's better to make sure he really wants to go there as for many,  if not majority boys that is doubtful attraction. 
After making that mistake few times I got actually enlightened by the boy who told me afterward " I went with you only because I knew you wanted".
That is by no mean universal, few times we went to bar because it was boy's idea, not mine and my first ever visit to Tawan was because Arena boy I was passing by with , suggested we go in because he wants to see ' big boys".

in Hindsight I bet he wishes he went for the rounder 10,000 ...but he went for the middle of the road and ended up happy 😉

I'd never go car shopping with you, btw 😝

 

at first look it seems excessive but only to those who go to Bangkok planning to stay celibate.
More ambitious whorers may be inclined to take massage during day and off boy long time at night.
even in Saphan Kwai 1.5 hr session would be 500 +1000 tip, that's 1500. 
Guy for overnight will be at least 3000 as I doubt even on Grinder in Bangkok suitable suitor go for much less. I don't count off fee because you already  paid   but likely guy will be from bar so we need to add 500 for your drink 
so we have 1500+3500= 5000 as likely absolute minimum including label 'cheap Charlie" sticked to your  forehead. 
I my opinion adding 2000 to that and having basically guy available 7/24 in exchange is not a bad turn of events.
Sure if arrangement is for few days, 
boy may settle for less in exchange for not worrying about business for that period. 
As for daily expenses you mentioned they are always part and parcel of such arrangements and it goes without saying that it will be us who finance those although occasionally this or that guy may insist on paying his own meal or drink, be it chewing gum or small bottle of water in 7/11

I am liking this math... Very spot on!
If I may add, there's some "incidentals" that may have been avoided because of the extended LT arrangement:
1. Transport back and forth the bar
2. Mama/Papasan/Waiter tip
3. Drink and/or tip for the boy you summoned to sit next to you but have to send them back to the rotation.
4. Time - I think this is the most essential especially for those of us that have limited time in Thailand. Less time searching and more time enjoying!

Nah ...I'm not paying those prices !
No way ho-zay !
Rather get a blowjob of a 70yo ladyboy than pay 7,000 baht 
 

Usually changes when you get older if you've done this while younger....and vice versa 😆

Thanks. I hope so too but not in any romantic manner.
One reason why I favour the "paid scene" is the inherent expectation of it being straightforward and purely transactional.
I brought up Jake's odd behavior the following day, asking why he seemed off the previous night. He mentioned feeling excluded and unsure about how to handle the situation (what to do, where to go) if I decided to bring Nai back to the hotel.
It made sense, and as a host (technically he was my guest), I should have been more considerate of that.

I met two of the brothers at Screwboys recently and took the oldest one. I was tempted for the younger one too. I wonder if their story is real, the photos they showed me were all recent. Either way, the oldest one is ferociously eager for that paycheque. He was working the bar left, right and center. Impressive hustle. Encounter was a rip-off, but that hustle was a sign haha.

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!