Min

I think he did, but he wore a face mask in lieu of underwear

A week ago, a customer offed both J. and his friend from his bar in JC to continue partying in Boyztown. About 10 minutes after he arrived, J. sent me a message "I'm going back. I don't like it here". My first thought was: the customer forced J. to do something he didn't want? Should I be alarmed?
  I sent him a message, asking what happened but got no response. 30 minutes later, when he's finally back to JC, it turned out the customer only took the two boys out to watch that erotic show in X-boys, whose sexually explicit content was offensive to J.. It looks like one year working in JC hasn't acclimatized him to this kind of stuff yet.   That little incident probably gives you some clues. J. is hopeless traditional when it comes to sex. And by "traditional", I mean "farmer housewife traditional". Sex should only be carried out properly in the bedroom at night, with all the curtains down and lights mostly out (I once tried it in the bathtub, he seemed to enjoy it but was reluctant to do it again). Something like rimming would be unthinkable. For some reasons, he also came up with a "no more than one f*cking per day" rule. Actually, he would not allow me to say "f*ck" out loud. "It's not appropriate in Laos culture. You should say "together in the room."   So when we are "together in the room", much as I'm turned on by his body (perfect to my liking: symmetrical, well-developed chest with lean muscles, the kind of muscles you got through good genes and physical hard work, not pumping yourself up in the gym, very lean waist, cute buns and long lean legs), the sex was getting old pretty soon.   So I thought, it's totally up to me to spice up our sex life. It's a good thing that J. never fakes orgasm. He only moans when he indeed feels good. So I used his moaning as guidance when exploring his body and finding his G. spots. As someone who only tops and whose basic moves used to limiting to "fast-forward" and then "stall", I ventured to try out more positions, carefully calculating the angle and tempo changes in each case to achieve the maximum results (i.e., the loudest moaning).   I even learned how to do cum-control in order to last longer (those daily cardios in the gym helps too. Actually each day with J. is always like working out twice if you know what I mean😉 ).   My efforts paid off. Since I'm someone who feeds off greatly on his partner's pleasure, the more J. enjoys the sex, the more turned on I am. In the past, if I sensed that the boy was in pain or just wanted to get it over with, I often lost interest quickly and couldn't even get hard again. That's why I always preferred a boy who was also into me.   I ended up having some of the best sex in my life with J., although to an outsider, it may look like my partner was just lying there and moaning. To see that a little farmer housewife sometimes sounding like a cat in heat gives me a sense of achievement too. PS. Once, my male ego forced me to ask J. "Do I give you better sex than your ex-boyfriend did?" He looked the other way, blushing a little but was vague with his answer "I don't know." Is that a yes or he was sparing my feelings? 
  A few days ago, J. got angry with me for something (probably) quite trivial. Being passive-aggressive, he didn't want to talk it out. So he undressed and got into bed. When I joined him, he allowed me to do whatever I want but played dead. Sensing his resistance, I told myself "Challenge accepted!"   So I really took my time, trying to be as gentle as I can, and started by paying visits to those G. spots with my tongue. As people say, the body doesn't lie. J. used his right hand to push down the little J. who was claiming loudly it should have its own life (and fun) too. He even gritted his teeth, determining not to let out a single sound. But he could hardly control it as the sound leak became more and more noticeable. Eventually, when I started upping my tempo, it's like he finally gave up and the moaning business was back to usual. So I thought "Mission accomplished!"   I was wrong. After we finished, J. got up immediately (no usual post-coitus cuddling), got dressed and went home. He didn't even stop to collect his fee, which I laid out on the table next to the door. He was THAT angry.   Although I wasn't sure why he got angry, being a good boyfriend, I sent my apologies for whatever I did wrong through message (of course I didn't say "whatever" in there). I was forgiven the next day though.   PS. Speaking of fake orgasm, there is this Laos boy whom I offed just once about 2 years ago. We had barely even begun it when he started moaning loudly and saying all those "come on baby" "oh yeah" "f*ck" "feel so good" whatever. He couldn't hold his conversation in simple English (we used google translation most of the time) but obviously he has a very good command when it comes to those phrases.   It was so distracting I had to tell him to tone it down but he begged to differ "That's my way. I was always like that with my ex boyfriend back in Laos."   A few minutes into it, my already hard cock got soft and could not recover, so I just let him go with the promised fee. I nicknamed him "the porn star" and the sobriquet sticks. Everyone in the bar knows about his tricks and calls him "porn star" as well. Now come to think of it, he would make a perfect cast for @Olddaddy if his self-made porn idea ever materializes.
  I run into the Porn Star, who is now freelancing, once in a while and got his feedback on how his acts would work on other customers. It turned out it works for some and for those who hate it, he has learned to cool it. He promised if I off him again, he will now lie completely still in my bed, without making a sound. Do I look like I'm into necrophilia to you?

EXCELLENT observation @reader
This is SO true - this ho-so "double standard".
I experienced this first hand when I dated a hi-so guy who was from a wealthy family in Bangkok - but he lived in Pattaya because he had an important job as an administrator in one of the more important hospitals here in Pattaya.
He told me that he could not date me if I chose to live in Dongtan beach (meters just outside of the Jomtien Complex).
I said, but why?
He replied, do you realize what kind of people work in the complex?
I said, yes - this is why I moved here.
He replied, if you want to date me you need to move to North Pattaya, in the affluent Wongamat neighborhood.
I replied, no way, depending on the awful traffic here I would need to spend 1 hour to get to Jomtien.
He replied, everything you would want is in Wongamat.
He said, I need to protect my family's hi-so status.
We never saw each other again.
 

I'm in a mood of reminiscence today, so in the spirit of the Bangkokbois and his Dancing with Devil series, I'll relate here some of my own falling in love with a bar boy.
  I met my special boy, J., in Jomtien a year ago. When we first met, I thought he's the best looking boy in the bar at that time (and that's saying something because that bar is full of boys my type). He told me he only started work 4 days ago, already received quite a few offers for off, but he said no to all of them.   "If I don't like and feel comfortable with a customer, I won't go with him to the hotel." "Would you go with me?" I asked after more than an hour sitting with J., talking about his life back in Laos, his family and also his previous love life. "Yes." There's no hesitance in his answer. "For how much?" "2000" "Why so much? Other boys only ask for 1500, and many would go for 1000." (to be honest, if he asked for 3000, I would still agree because he's exactly my type - body, face and personality even (and a killer smile to top it off), but I feel it's my obligation to bargain so as not to upset the market and some fellow customers     "I know, but I want 2000." "Is 1500 ok?" "No, 2000." J. was firm. "Why?" "Because I never go with anyone before and this is my first time." (not sure about the logic of that argument, but I gave up haggling quickly, feeling thankful he didn't ask for 3000).   So I paid the bar fine (300), my own drink and the boy drink (150), and off we went to Boyztown, where my hotel is. On the baht bus, I asked him a question I usually ask boys "What type of guys do you like to be your boyfriend?" "Someone like you." was his answer, again with no hesitance. At that time, I just laughed it off (well, bar boy standard line) and told him exactly what I thought "You would say that to all customers." "No, I do not." He seemed upset. After almost a year together, I finally believe he meant what he said that day.   The next day, I'm back to the bar in order to off him again. I was early but he's already with a customer, someone from Australia. So I sat with another boy, whom I chose randomly, at a table opposite, so that I could watch what's going at the other table (I know I should not do that but I can't help myself).   The customer seemed smitten with J.. He hugged the boy all the time, ordered food from outside, even bought him a bouquet when a door-to-door flower seller stopped by. At my table, ironically, things went the other way around. The boy sitting with me (who happened to be D. also a new boy, who started work as the same time as J.. He is the one who was asked to give a customer 40-min blowjob I talked about in the other thread), seemed very passionate and clingy. He hugged me tight, his hands all over my body, even found their way inside my underwear. He placed my hand on his shorts to show me he's already getting hard. Kept asking me if I want to off him. Unfortunately, my attention was all on the other table.   To be fair, the cheerful Australian who sat with J. seems a very nice guy, except that he... sat with J. And then, he paid the off fee. "So much for I only go with someone I like and feel comfortable huh" I thought.   Why I felt so upset about a money boy I just met? He's a money boy and that's what he does. I kept reasoning with myself all the way to M-bar, another bar where lots of boys know me. I need a distraction. And you know what, there's that customer again with J. sitting in a dark corner. Obviously, they just moved bar. I don't want to stay there, so I left again. Enough for today, I decided to go back.   When I reached my hotel in Boyztown, I got J.'s message. It turned out he only agreed to go drinking in another bar (the customer did ask him for a hotel visit at the end of the night but he turned that down and still received a generous tip of 1500B just for being a companion) and he was free already. J. also seemed upset because he actually checked with D. to see if I eventually offed D. and D. somehow got the idea that I would come back to off him after I'm done with bar hopping. I don't recall saying anything to that effect, but after all, I don't remember whatever I said to D. back in the bar.   The third day, I learned my lesson and told J. in advance I will come to take him off. On the bus, I received his message "Where are you? There's a customer who wants to sit with me, so I have to check with you. You want me to wait for you or is it okay I sit with him first?"   Of course, I want J. to wait for me, but I also want him to make more money with drinks so told him it's ok to sit with the customer, I could wait until he's free.   What a wait it was. The customer, an Asian one and quite young this time, sat with J. for nearly 3 hours through a bunch of drinks, probably trying to get him to agree to a hotel visit. After nearly 2 hours, I got impatient and messaged J, saying if the customer wants to off him, he can go but let me know so that I don't waste my time waiting. "NOOO, I want to go with you" came back the instant answer. Then, I decided to watch the show in M2M bar to kill time. About 45 minutes into the show, I got J.'s message "Come, quick, before I have another customer".   It feels like a who-gets-to-the-bar-boy-first competition. I quickly paid the bill, left the show midway, and walked briskly back to the bar. J. literally ran from inside to meet me at the entrance with his stuff. That trip, the only boy I offed is J. and the rest is history.   PS. Last night, on our way back to my hotel situated right in JC, J. ran into a customer, who sat with him a few times in the bar. "Where are you going?" The customer asked on passing by. "To hotel" J. flashed his irresistible smile, pointing at me. The customer stopped mid-stride, turned and did a double take. J., to a hotel, with a customer?

To be honest, I sometimes asked myself "Why I invested so much of my time and effort into this (not to mention money). Who's the paying customer here? Ain't I supposed to just lie down, enjoy the service and then pay?"
The answer simply is ""cuz I'm happy when I'm doing it"

Anyway, yesterday, I asked to pay J.'s off fees for 8 days in a row for travelling purposes (300B per day), and the bar gave me a discount. Instead of 2400, I ended up paying 1500. What a pleasant surprise  Not sure if other bars have a similar policy, though. 

To be honest, I sometimes asked myself "Why I invested so much of my time and effort into this (not to mention money). Who's the paying customer here? Ain't I supposed to just lie down, enjoy the service and then pay?"
The answer simply is ""cuz I'm happy when I'm doing it"

Anyway, yesterday, I asked to pay J.'s off fees for 8 days in a row for travelling purposes (300B per day), and the bar gave me a discount. Instead of 2400, I ended up paying 1500. What a pleasant surprise  Not sure if other bars have a similar policy, though. 

A week ago, a customer offed both J. and his friend from his bar in JC to continue partying in Boyztown. About 10 minutes after he arrived, J. sent me a message "I'm going back. I don't like it here". My first thought was: the customer forced J. to do something he didn't want? Should I be alarmed?
  I sent him a message, asking what happened but got no response. 30 minutes later, when he's finally back to JC, it turned out the customer only took the two boys out to watch that erotic show in X-boys, whose sexually explicit content was offensive to J.. It looks like one year working in JC hasn't acclimatized him to this kind of stuff yet.   That little incident probably gives you some clues. J. is hopeless traditional when it comes to sex. And by "traditional", I mean "farmer housewife traditional". Sex should only be carried out properly in the bedroom at night, with all the curtains down and lights mostly out (I once tried it in the bathtub, he seemed to enjoy it but was reluctant to do it again). Something like rimming would be unthinkable. For some reasons, he also came up with a "no more than one f*cking per day" rule. Actually, he would not allow me to say "f*ck" out loud. "It's not appropriate in Laos culture. You should say "together in the room."   So when we are "together in the room", much as I'm turned on by his body (perfect to my liking: symmetrical, well-developed chest with lean muscles, the kind of muscles you got through good genes and physical hard work, not pumping yourself up in the gym, very lean waist, cute buns and long lean legs), the sex was getting old pretty soon.   So I thought, it's totally up to me to spice up our sex life. It's a good thing that J. never fakes orgasm. He only moans when he indeed feels good. So I used his moaning as guidance when exploring his body and finding his G. spots. As someone who only tops and whose basic moves used to limiting to "fast-forward" and then "stall", I ventured to try out more positions, carefully calculating the angle and tempo changes in each case to achieve the maximum results (i.e., the loudest moaning).   I even learned how to do cum-control in order to last longer (those daily cardios in the gym helps too. Actually each day with J. is always like working out twice if you know what I mean😉 ).   My efforts paid off. Since I'm someone who feeds off greatly on his partner's pleasure, the more J. enjoys the sex, the more turned on I am. In the past, if I sensed that the boy was in pain or just wanted to get it over with, I often lost interest quickly and couldn't even get hard again. That's why I always preferred a boy who was also into me.   I ended up having some of the best sex in my life with J., although to an outsider, it may look like my partner was just lying there and moaning. To see that a little farmer housewife sometimes sounding like a cat in heat gives me a sense of achievement too. PS. Once, my male ego forced me to ask J. "Do I give you better sex than your ex-boyfriend did?" He looked the other way, blushing a little but was vague with his answer "I don't know." Is that a yes or he was sparing my feelings? 
  A few days ago, J. got angry with me for something (probably) quite trivial. Being passive-aggressive, he didn't want to talk it out. So he undressed and got into bed. When I joined him, he allowed me to do whatever I want but played dead. Sensing his resistance, I told myself "Challenge accepted!"   So I really took my time, trying to be as gentle as I can, and started by paying visits to those G. spots with my tongue. As people say, the body doesn't lie. J. used his right hand to push down the little J. who was claiming loudly it should have its own life (and fun) too. He even gritted his teeth, determining not to let out a single sound. But he could hardly control it as the sound leak became more and more noticeable. Eventually, when I started upping my tempo, it's like he finally gave up and the moaning business was back to usual. So I thought "Mission accomplished!"   I was wrong. After we finished, J. got up immediately (no usual post-coitus cuddling), got dressed and went home. He didn't even stop to collect his fee, which I laid out on the table next to the door. He was THAT angry.   Although I wasn't sure why he got angry, being a good boyfriend, I sent my apologies for whatever I did wrong through message (of course I didn't say "whatever" in there). I was forgiven the next day though.   PS. Speaking of fake orgasm, there is this Laos boy whom I offed just once about 2 years ago. We had barely even begun it when he started moaning loudly and saying all those "come on baby" "oh yeah" "f*ck" "feel so good" whatever. He couldn't hold his conversation in simple English (we used google translation most of the time) but obviously he has a very good command when it comes to those phrases.   It was so distracting I had to tell him to tone it down but he begged to differ "That's my way. I was always like that with my ex boyfriend back in Laos."   A few minutes into it, my already hard cock got soft and could not recover, so I just let him go with the promised fee. I nicknamed him "the porn star" and the sobriquet sticks. Everyone in the bar knows about his tricks and calls him "porn star" as well. Now come to think of it, he would make a perfect cast for @Olddaddy if his self-made porn idea ever materializes.
  I run into the Porn Star, who is now freelancing, once in a while and got his feedback on how his acts would work on other customers. It turned out it works for some and for those who hate it, he has learned to cool it. He promised if I off him again, he will now lie completely still in my bed, without making a sound. Do I look like I'm into necrophilia to you?

Let's make one thing clear: I'm not trying to romanticize anything. I'm trying to tell things as it is. I don't even let myself be dragged into pretty pointless (to me) arguments, such as "what is real love" or "Transaction-based relationships are not real" blah blah. I never deny that money is important in JC "love stories". Please, those working boys come from poor family, of course, money always matters! To many of them, money is not just a means to achieve goals, money is the goal itself.

I always look at it this way, to quote my favorite character from my favorite show (The Big Bang Theory)

Bert: You guys are nice, but I'm just gonna buy Rebecca a Jet Ski and see if that gets her back.
Raj: (once Bert left) I feel bad for Bert.
Sheldon: So he's using his money to attract a mate. Is that any different than me using my intelligence to attract Amy? Or Leonard using his power of groveling to get Penny?
Raj: Sheldon, what did Amy have that attracted you?
Sheldon: Oh, so many things. Her mind, her kindness, and especially her body.
Raj: Really?
Amy: Relax. We're the same blood type. He knew he could harvest an organ.

Ask yourself this: why the boy chose me among paying fellow customers? Because of my good look? my personality? the way I care? I give him more money? Or because nobody else was interested? Or a little bit of everything?

Whatever the reason, you obviously have something to offer that others don't, at least, at that moment in time and place. So what if you entice the boy, first and foremost, with your money? At least, you have money. And later on, if he finds out about your other endearing qualities and grows more attached to you, doesn't it make it even better?

I once half-jokingly asked J. what else, apart from my money, made he fall in love with me. His answer is brief and, as clichéd as it may sound, still moves me "because of what I feel when I'm with you."

About two months ago (we were in a hotel in Vientiane at the time), in the middle of the night, J. suddenly turned to me and hugged me so tight, his whole body shaking, he woke me up (he was never a clingy type when he sleeps). Then he stopped and I went back to sleep. The next morning, I asked him about what happened. "I had a terrifying nightmare. That's why I hugged you. I now don't remember much about what I saw in my dream, but as soon as I hugged you, I feel safe again." Should I ask for more?  

I think he did, but he wore a face mask in lieu of underwear

To be honest, I sometimes asked myself "Why I invested so much of my time and effort into this (not to mention money). Who's the paying customer here? Ain't I supposed to just lie down, enjoy the service and then pay?"
The answer simply is ""cuz I'm happy when I'm doing it"

Anyway, yesterday, I asked to pay J.'s off fees for 8 days in a row for travelling purposes (300B per day), and the bar gave me a discount. Instead of 2400, I ended up paying 1500. What a pleasant surprise  Not sure if other bars have a similar policy, though. 

A week ago, a customer offed both J. and his friend from his bar in JC to continue partying in Boyztown. About 10 minutes after he arrived, J. sent me a message "I'm going back. I don't like it here". My first thought was: the customer forced J. to do something he didn't want? Should I be alarmed?
  I sent him a message, asking what happened but got no response. 30 minutes later, when he's finally back to JC, it turned out the customer only took the two boys out to watch that erotic show in X-boys, whose sexually explicit content was offensive to J.. It looks like one year working in JC hasn't acclimatized him to this kind of stuff yet.   That little incident probably gives you some clues. J. is hopeless traditional when it comes to sex. And by "traditional", I mean "farmer housewife traditional". Sex should only be carried out properly in the bedroom at night, with all the curtains down and lights mostly out (I once tried it in the bathtub, he seemed to enjoy it but was reluctant to do it again). Something like rimming would be unthinkable. For some reasons, he also came up with a "no more than one f*cking per day" rule. Actually, he would not allow me to say "f*ck" out loud. "It's not appropriate in Laos culture. You should say "together in the room."   So when we are "together in the room", much as I'm turned on by his body (perfect to my liking: symmetrical, well-developed chest with lean muscles, the kind of muscles you got through good genes and physical hard work, not pumping yourself up in the gym, very lean waist, cute buns and long lean legs), the sex was getting old pretty soon.   So I thought, it's totally up to me to spice up our sex life. It's a good thing that J. never fakes orgasm. He only moans when he indeed feels good. So I used his moaning as guidance when exploring his body and finding his G. spots. As someone who only tops and whose basic moves used to limiting to "fast-forward" and then "stall", I ventured to try out more positions, carefully calculating the angle and tempo changes in each case to achieve the maximum results (i.e., the loudest moaning).   I even learned how to do cum-control in order to last longer (those daily cardios in the gym helps too. Actually each day with J. is always like working out twice if you know what I mean😉 ).   My efforts paid off. Since I'm someone who feeds off greatly on his partner's pleasure, the more J. enjoys the sex, the more turned on I am. In the past, if I sensed that the boy was in pain or just wanted to get it over with, I often lost interest quickly and couldn't even get hard again. That's why I always preferred a boy who was also into me.   I ended up having some of the best sex in my life with J., although to an outsider, it may look like my partner was just lying there and moaning. To see that a little farmer housewife sometimes sounding like a cat in heat gives me a sense of achievement too. PS. Once, my male ego forced me to ask J. "Do I give you better sex than your ex-boyfriend did?" He looked the other way, blushing a little but was vague with his answer "I don't know." Is that a yes or he was sparing my feelings? 
  A few days ago, J. got angry with me for something (probably) quite trivial. Being passive-aggressive, he didn't want to talk it out. So he undressed and got into bed. When I joined him, he allowed me to do whatever I want but played dead. Sensing his resistance, I told myself "Challenge accepted!"   So I really took my time, trying to be as gentle as I can, and started by paying visits to those G. spots with my tongue. As people say, the body doesn't lie. J. used his right hand to push down the little J. who was claiming loudly it should have its own life (and fun) too. He even gritted his teeth, determining not to let out a single sound. But he could hardly control it as the sound leak became more and more noticeable. Eventually, when I started upping my tempo, it's like he finally gave up and the moaning business was back to usual. So I thought "Mission accomplished!"   I was wrong. After we finished, J. got up immediately (no usual post-coitus cuddling), got dressed and went home. He didn't even stop to collect his fee, which I laid out on the table next to the door. He was THAT angry.   Although I wasn't sure why he got angry, being a good boyfriend, I sent my apologies for whatever I did wrong through message (of course I didn't say "whatever" in there). I was forgiven the next day though.   PS. Speaking of fake orgasm, there is this Laos boy whom I offed just once about 2 years ago. We had barely even begun it when he started moaning loudly and saying all those "come on baby" "oh yeah" "f*ck" "feel so good" whatever. He couldn't hold his conversation in simple English (we used google translation most of the time) but obviously he has a very good command when it comes to those phrases.   It was so distracting I had to tell him to tone it down but he begged to differ "That's my way. I was always like that with my ex boyfriend back in Laos."   A few minutes into it, my already hard cock got soft and could not recover, so I just let him go with the promised fee. I nicknamed him "the porn star" and the sobriquet sticks. Everyone in the bar knows about his tricks and calls him "porn star" as well. Now come to think of it, he would make a perfect cast for @Olddaddy if his self-made porn idea ever materializes.
  I run into the Porn Star, who is now freelancing, once in a while and got his feedback on how his acts would work on other customers. It turned out it works for some and for those who hate it, he has learned to cool it. He promised if I off him again, he will now lie completely still in my bed, without making a sound. Do I look like I'm into necrophilia to you?

Brief update on T. and the Dutch customer, the story that started this thread (as usual, my threads never have a clear focus and I just put down whatever takes my fancy at the moment).

It looks like they are going steady. The customer stops by every day without fail, only sits with T., sometimes for a very long time (the other day, he arrived at 7pm and was still there at 11pm, when I left). There is only one off so far, but the customer will stay here for two more weeks, so WE AT THE BAR all hope for something more substantial out of it. J. stopped T. every time we ran into him to get an update. Yes, we care that much, especially when it comes to a chance for a long-term relationship.

Speaking of long-term relationships, last night I sat with V., currently the oldest boy in the bar (34). He currently dates a farang boyfriend, an American expat, who gives him a generous monthly allowance of 30K Baht and still allows him to work in the bar. "I can sit and go drinking with customers, but no sex. That's his condition. He said if he ever found out that I cheated, he will end our association immediately."
V. already bought a house in his hometown, a few hours away by bus from Pattaya. 16K monthly down payment would come from the aforesaid allowance. He's also been trying to save, earmarked for opening a coffee house in his hometown. "That is one reason my boyfriend allows me to continue to work here. He wants me to do the saving myself." V. told me.

"When I reach my target of 200K, I will stop working in the bar and move back home."

"But what about your boyfriend? He lives here in Pattaya, right?"

"Oh, he will move and live with me in my house. That's our plan for a future together."

According to V., the said boyfriend actually sat in the bar and observed him at work for some time before finally approaching him. Their relationship is still fresh and they do it step by step, At the moment, V.'s been staying with him 3 days a week, aiming for living with each other full-time down the line.

"It seems you guys got it all figured out. Your boyfriend is so thoughtful. You have a good thing going for you. I think you should avoid doing anything that may jeopardize the relationship. Work harder, take good care of him, keep him staying in love with you. Don't risk it just for some quick buck."

"I know. He said he loves me and wants to be with me for a long time. If he keeps his part of promise, I won't cheat. "

"Do you love him?" I asked.
"Actually, at the moment, I only like him." V. was honest with his answer. "But my feeling for him is growing. I want to be with him every day."

When asked about his previous relationships, V. said he was in love with a German guy a while ago. "When he decided to leave Thailand and move back home, I had cried for days because I know I would never see him again. I still miss him sometimes."
"Suppose the German guy comes back to Pattaya right at this moment, what would you do if you have to choose?"

It didn't take long for him to come up with an answer.
"I would sit with him and talk but would not do anything that may break my boyfriend's heart. I know how hurtful it is to have your heart broken. My boyfriend has been good to me. I would not do anything to hurt him." (I wish all those younger boys working in the soi would share the same view).

It's already midnight. I gave V. his tip and told him I want to sit with him again some time in the future to get updates on his relationship.

"J. told me you are a lovely person. Now I think so too." V. said
"You are a lovely person too." I said
So we said goodbyes, feeling happier because both of us are lovely hehehe.

PS. I really like the arrangements made between V. and his boyfriend. Maybe it's time I make a similar deal, officially, with J., (whose own dream is opening a clothes store back in his hometown).

@reader you got released yet?

I'm in a mood of reminiscence today, so in the spirit of the Bangkokbois and his Dancing with Devil series, I'll relate here some of my own falling in love with a bar boy.
  I met my special boy, J., in Jomtien a year ago. When we first met, I thought he's the best looking boy in the bar at that time (and that's saying something because that bar is full of boys my type). He told me he only started work 4 days ago, already received quite a few offers for off, but he said no to all of them.   "If I don't like and feel comfortable with a customer, I won't go with him to the hotel." "Would you go with me?" I asked after more than an hour sitting with J., talking about his life back in Laos, his family and also his previous love life. "Yes." There's no hesitance in his answer. "For how much?" "2000" "Why so much? Other boys only ask for 1500, and many would go for 1000." (to be honest, if he asked for 3000, I would still agree because he's exactly my type - body, face and personality even (and a killer smile to top it off), but I feel it's my obligation to bargain so as not to upset the market and some fellow customers     "I know, but I want 2000." "Is 1500 ok?" "No, 2000." J. was firm. "Why?" "Because I never go with anyone before and this is my first time." (not sure about the logic of that argument, but I gave up haggling quickly, feeling thankful he didn't ask for 3000).   So I paid the bar fine (300), my own drink and the boy drink (150), and off we went to Boyztown, where my hotel is. On the baht bus, I asked him a question I usually ask boys "What type of guys do you like to be your boyfriend?" "Someone like you." was his answer, again with no hesitance. At that time, I just laughed it off (well, bar boy standard line) and told him exactly what I thought "You would say that to all customers." "No, I do not." He seemed upset. After almost a year together, I finally believe he meant what he said that day.   The next day, I'm back to the bar in order to off him again. I was early but he's already with a customer, someone from Australia. So I sat with another boy, whom I chose randomly, at a table opposite, so that I could watch what's going at the other table (I know I should not do that but I can't help myself).   The customer seemed smitten with J.. He hugged the boy all the time, ordered food from outside, even bought him a bouquet when a door-to-door flower seller stopped by. At my table, ironically, things went the other way around. The boy sitting with me (who happened to be D. also a new boy, who started work as the same time as J.. He is the one who was asked to give a customer 40-min blowjob I talked about in the other thread), seemed very passionate and clingy. He hugged me tight, his hands all over my body, even found their way inside my underwear. He placed my hand on his shorts to show me he's already getting hard. Kept asking me if I want to off him. Unfortunately, my attention was all on the other table.   To be fair, the cheerful Australian who sat with J. seems a very nice guy, except that he... sat with J. And then, he paid the off fee. "So much for I only go with someone I like and feel comfortable huh" I thought.   Why I felt so upset about a money boy I just met? He's a money boy and that's what he does. I kept reasoning with myself all the way to M-bar, another bar where lots of boys know me. I need a distraction. And you know what, there's that customer again with J. sitting in a dark corner. Obviously, they just moved bar. I don't want to stay there, so I left again. Enough for today, I decided to go back.   When I reached my hotel in Boyztown, I got J.'s message. It turned out he only agreed to go drinking in another bar (the customer did ask him for a hotel visit at the end of the night but he turned that down and still received a generous tip of 1500B just for being a companion) and he was free already. J. also seemed upset because he actually checked with D. to see if I eventually offed D. and D. somehow got the idea that I would come back to off him after I'm done with bar hopping. I don't recall saying anything to that effect, but after all, I don't remember whatever I said to D. back in the bar.   The third day, I learned my lesson and told J. in advance I will come to take him off. On the bus, I received his message "Where are you? There's a customer who wants to sit with me, so I have to check with you. You want me to wait for you or is it okay I sit with him first?"   Of course, I want J. to wait for me, but I also want him to make more money with drinks so told him it's ok to sit with the customer, I could wait until he's free.   What a wait it was. The customer, an Asian one and quite young this time, sat with J. for nearly 3 hours through a bunch of drinks, probably trying to get him to agree to a hotel visit. After nearly 2 hours, I got impatient and messaged J, saying if the customer wants to off him, he can go but let me know so that I don't waste my time waiting. "NOOO, I want to go with you" came back the instant answer. Then, I decided to watch the show in M2M bar to kill time. About 45 minutes into the show, I got J.'s message "Come, quick, before I have another customer".   It feels like a who-gets-to-the-bar-boy-first competition. I quickly paid the bill, left the show midway, and walked briskly back to the bar. J. literally ran from inside to meet me at the entrance with his stuff. That trip, the only boy I offed is J. and the rest is history.   PS. Last night, on our way back to my hotel situated right in JC, J. ran into a customer, who sat with him a few times in the bar. "Where are you going?" The customer asked on passing by. "To hotel" J. flashed his irresistible smile, pointing at me. The customer stopped mid-stride, turned and did a double take. J., to a hotel, with a customer?

What an Earth are you doing...

One of life’s greatest experiences is traveling with someone you love. You’ll never forget these days.
 

To be honest, I sometimes asked myself "Why I invested so much of my time and effort into this (not to mention money). Who's the paying customer here? Ain't I supposed to just lie down, enjoy the service and then pay?"
The answer simply is ""cuz I'm happy when I'm doing it"

Anyway, yesterday, I asked to pay J.'s off fees for 8 days in a row for travelling purposes (300B per day), and the bar gave me a discount. Instead of 2400, I ended up paying 1500. What a pleasant surprise  Not sure if other bars have a similar policy, though. 

A week ago, a customer offed both J. and his friend from his bar in JC to continue partying in Boyztown. About 10 minutes after he arrived, J. sent me a message "I'm going back. I don't like it here". My first thought was: the customer forced J. to do something he didn't want? Should I be alarmed?
  I sent him a message, asking what happened but got no response. 30 minutes later, when he's finally back to JC, it turned out the customer only took the two boys out to watch that erotic show in X-boys, whose sexually explicit content was offensive to J.. It looks like one year working in JC hasn't acclimatized him to this kind of stuff yet.   That little incident probably gives you some clues. J. is hopeless traditional when it comes to sex. And by "traditional", I mean "farmer housewife traditional". Sex should only be carried out properly in the bedroom at night, with all the curtains down and lights mostly out (I once tried it in the bathtub, he seemed to enjoy it but was reluctant to do it again). Something like rimming would be unthinkable. For some reasons, he also came up with a "no more than one f*cking per day" rule. Actually, he would not allow me to say "f*ck" out loud. "It's not appropriate in Laos culture. You should say "together in the room."   So when we are "together in the room", much as I'm turned on by his body (perfect to my liking: symmetrical, well-developed chest with lean muscles, the kind of muscles you got through good genes and physical hard work, not pumping yourself up in the gym, very lean waist, cute buns and long lean legs), the sex was getting old pretty soon.   So I thought, it's totally up to me to spice up our sex life. It's a good thing that J. never fakes orgasm. He only moans when he indeed feels good. So I used his moaning as guidance when exploring his body and finding his G. spots. As someone who only tops and whose basic moves used to limiting to "fast-forward" and then "stall", I ventured to try out more positions, carefully calculating the angle and tempo changes in each case to achieve the maximum results (i.e., the loudest moaning).   I even learned how to do cum-control in order to last longer (those daily cardios in the gym helps too. Actually each day with J. is always like working out twice if you know what I mean😉 ).   My efforts paid off. Since I'm someone who feeds off greatly on his partner's pleasure, the more J. enjoys the sex, the more turned on I am. In the past, if I sensed that the boy was in pain or just wanted to get it over with, I often lost interest quickly and couldn't even get hard again. That's why I always preferred a boy who was also into me.   I ended up having some of the best sex in my life with J., although to an outsider, it may look like my partner was just lying there and moaning. To see that a little farmer housewife sometimes sounding like a cat in heat gives me a sense of achievement too. PS. Once, my male ego forced me to ask J. "Do I give you better sex than your ex-boyfriend did?" He looked the other way, blushing a little but was vague with his answer "I don't know." Is that a yes or he was sparing my feelings? 
  A few days ago, J. got angry with me for something (probably) quite trivial. Being passive-aggressive, he didn't want to talk it out. So he undressed and got into bed. When I joined him, he allowed me to do whatever I want but played dead. Sensing his resistance, I told myself "Challenge accepted!"   So I really took my time, trying to be as gentle as I can, and started by paying visits to those G. spots with my tongue. As people say, the body doesn't lie. J. used his right hand to push down the little J. who was claiming loudly it should have its own life (and fun) too. He even gritted his teeth, determining not to let out a single sound. But he could hardly control it as the sound leak became more and more noticeable. Eventually, when I started upping my tempo, it's like he finally gave up and the moaning business was back to usual. So I thought "Mission accomplished!"   I was wrong. After we finished, J. got up immediately (no usual post-coitus cuddling), got dressed and went home. He didn't even stop to collect his fee, which I laid out on the table next to the door. He was THAT angry.   Although I wasn't sure why he got angry, being a good boyfriend, I sent my apologies for whatever I did wrong through message (of course I didn't say "whatever" in there). I was forgiven the next day though.   PS. Speaking of fake orgasm, there is this Laos boy whom I offed just once about 2 years ago. We had barely even begun it when he started moaning loudly and saying all those "come on baby" "oh yeah" "f*ck" "feel so good" whatever. He couldn't hold his conversation in simple English (we used google translation most of the time) but obviously he has a very good command when it comes to those phrases.   It was so distracting I had to tell him to tone it down but he begged to differ "That's my way. I was always like that with my ex boyfriend back in Laos."   A few minutes into it, my already hard cock got soft and could not recover, so I just let him go with the promised fee. I nicknamed him "the porn star" and the sobriquet sticks. Everyone in the bar knows about his tricks and calls him "porn star" as well. Now come to think of it, he would make a perfect cast for @Olddaddy if his self-made porn idea ever materializes.
  I run into the Porn Star, who is now freelancing, once in a while and got his feedback on how his acts would work on other customers. It turned out it works for some and for those who hate it, he has learned to cool it. He promised if I off him again, he will now lie completely still in my bed, without making a sound. Do I look like I'm into necrophilia to you?

A week ago, a customer offed both J. and his friend from his bar in JC to continue partying in Boyztown. About 10 minutes after he arrived, J. sent me a message "I'm going back. I don't like it here". My first thought was: the customer forced J. to do something he didn't want? Should I be alarmed?
  I sent him a message, asking what happened but got no response. 30 minutes later, when he's finally back to JC, it turned out the customer only took the two boys out to watch that erotic show in X-boys, whose sexually explicit content was offensive to J.. It looks like one year working in JC hasn't acclimatized him to this kind of stuff yet.   That little incident probably gives you some clues. J. is hopeless traditional when it comes to sex. And by "traditional", I mean "farmer housewife traditional". Sex should only be carried out properly in the bedroom at night, with all the curtains down and lights mostly out (I once tried it in the bathtub, he seemed to enjoy it but was reluctant to do it again). Something like rimming would be unthinkable. For some reasons, he also came up with a "no more than one f*cking per day" rule. Actually, he would not allow me to say "f*ck" out loud. "It's not appropriate in Laos culture. You should say "together in the room."   So when we are "together in the room", much as I'm turned on by his body (perfect to my liking: symmetrical, well-developed chest with lean muscles, the kind of muscles you got through good genes and physical hard work, not pumping yourself up in the gym, very lean waist, cute buns and long lean legs), the sex was getting old pretty soon.   So I thought, it's totally up to me to spice up our sex life. It's a good thing that J. never fakes orgasm. He only moans when he indeed feels good. So I used his moaning as guidance when exploring his body and finding his G. spots. As someone who only tops and whose basic moves used to limiting to "fast-forward" and then "stall", I ventured to try out more positions, carefully calculating the angle and tempo changes in each case to achieve the maximum results (i.e., the loudest moaning).   I even learned how to do cum-control in order to last longer (those daily cardios in the gym helps too. Actually each day with J. is always like working out twice if you know what I mean😉 ).   My efforts paid off. Since I'm someone who feeds off greatly on his partner's pleasure, the more J. enjoys the sex, the more turned on I am. In the past, if I sensed that the boy was in pain or just wanted to get it over with, I often lost interest quickly and couldn't even get hard again. That's why I always preferred a boy who was also into me.   I ended up having some of the best sex in my life with J., although to an outsider, it may look like my partner was just lying there and moaning. To see that a little farmer housewife sometimes sounding like a cat in heat gives me a sense of achievement too. PS. Once, my male ego forced me to ask J. "Do I give you better sex than your ex-boyfriend did?" He looked the other way, blushing a little but was vague with his answer "I don't know." Is that a yes or he was sparing my feelings? 
  A few days ago, J. got angry with me for something (probably) quite trivial. Being passive-aggressive, he didn't want to talk it out. So he undressed and got into bed. When I joined him, he allowed me to do whatever I want but played dead. Sensing his resistance, I told myself "Challenge accepted!"   So I really took my time, trying to be as gentle as I can, and started by paying visits to those G. spots with my tongue. As people say, the body doesn't lie. J. used his right hand to push down the little J. who was claiming loudly it should have its own life (and fun) too. He even gritted his teeth, determining not to let out a single sound. But he could hardly control it as the sound leak became more and more noticeable. Eventually, when I started upping my tempo, it's like he finally gave up and the moaning business was back to usual. So I thought "Mission accomplished!"   I was wrong. After we finished, J. got up immediately (no usual post-coitus cuddling), got dressed and went home. He didn't even stop to collect his fee, which I laid out on the table next to the door. He was THAT angry.   Although I wasn't sure why he got angry, being a good boyfriend, I sent my apologies for whatever I did wrong through message (of course I didn't say "whatever" in there). I was forgiven the next day though.   PS. Speaking of fake orgasm, there is this Laos boy whom I offed just once about 2 years ago. We had barely even begun it when he started moaning loudly and saying all those "come on baby" "oh yeah" "f*ck" "feel so good" whatever. He couldn't hold his conversation in simple English (we used google translation most of the time) but obviously he has a very good command when it comes to those phrases.   It was so distracting I had to tell him to tone it down but he begged to differ "That's my way. I was always like that with my ex boyfriend back in Laos."   A few minutes into it, my already hard cock got soft and could not recover, so I just let him go with the promised fee. I nicknamed him "the porn star" and the sobriquet sticks. Everyone in the bar knows about his tricks and calls him "porn star" as well. Now come to think of it, he would make a perfect cast for @Olddaddy if his self-made porn idea ever materializes.
  I run into the Porn Star, who is now freelancing, once in a while and got his feedback on how his acts would work on other customers. It turned out it works for some and for those who hate it, he has learned to cool it. He promised if I off him again, he will now lie completely still in my bed, without making a sound. Do I look like I'm into necrophilia to you?

A week ago, a customer offed both J. and his friend from his bar in JC to continue partying in Boyztown. About 10 minutes after he arrived, J. sent me a message "I'm going back. I don't like it here". My first thought was: the customer forced J. to do something he didn't want? Should I be alarmed?
  I sent him a message, asking what happened but got no response. 30 minutes later, when he's finally back to JC, it turned out the customer only took the two boys out to watch that erotic show in X-boys, whose sexually explicit content was offensive to J.. It looks like one year working in JC hasn't acclimatized him to this kind of stuff yet.   That little incident probably gives you some clues. J. is hopeless traditional when it comes to sex. And by "traditional", I mean "farmer housewife traditional". Sex should only be carried out properly in the bedroom at night, with all the curtains down and lights mostly out (I once tried it in the bathtub, he seemed to enjoy it but was reluctant to do it again). Something like rimming would be unthinkable. For some reasons, he also came up with a "no more than one f*cking per day" rule. Actually, he would not allow me to say "f*ck" out loud. "It's not appropriate in Laos culture. You should say "together in the room."   So when we are "together in the room", much as I'm turned on by his body (perfect to my liking: symmetrical, well-developed chest with lean muscles, the kind of muscles you got through good genes and physical hard work, not pumping yourself up in the gym, very lean waist, cute buns and long lean legs), the sex was getting old pretty soon.   So I thought, it's totally up to me to spice up our sex life. It's a good thing that J. never fakes orgasm. He only moans when he indeed feels good. So I used his moaning as guidance when exploring his body and finding his G. spots. As someone who only tops and whose basic moves used to limiting to "fast-forward" and then "stall", I ventured to try out more positions, carefully calculating the angle and tempo changes in each case to achieve the maximum results (i.e., the loudest moaning).   I even learned how to do cum-control in order to last longer (those daily cardios in the gym helps too. Actually each day with J. is always like working out twice if you know what I mean😉 ).   My efforts paid off. Since I'm someone who feeds off greatly on his partner's pleasure, the more J. enjoys the sex, the more turned on I am. In the past, if I sensed that the boy was in pain or just wanted to get it over with, I often lost interest quickly and couldn't even get hard again. That's why I always preferred a boy who was also into me.   I ended up having some of the best sex in my life with J., although to an outsider, it may look like my partner was just lying there and moaning. To see that a little farmer housewife sometimes sounding like a cat in heat gives me a sense of achievement too. PS. Once, my male ego forced me to ask J. "Do I give you better sex than your ex-boyfriend did?" He looked the other way, blushing a little but was vague with his answer "I don't know." Is that a yes or he was sparing my feelings? 
  A few days ago, J. got angry with me for something (probably) quite trivial. Being passive-aggressive, he didn't want to talk it out. So he undressed and got into bed. When I joined him, he allowed me to do whatever I want but played dead. Sensing his resistance, I told myself "Challenge accepted!"   So I really took my time, trying to be as gentle as I can, and started by paying visits to those G. spots with my tongue. As people say, the body doesn't lie. J. used his right hand to push down the little J. who was claiming loudly it should have its own life (and fun) too. He even gritted his teeth, determining not to let out a single sound. But he could hardly control it as the sound leak became more and more noticeable. Eventually, when I started upping my tempo, it's like he finally gave up and the moaning business was back to usual. So I thought "Mission accomplished!"   I was wrong. After we finished, J. got up immediately (no usual post-coitus cuddling), got dressed and went home. He didn't even stop to collect his fee, which I laid out on the table next to the door. He was THAT angry.   Although I wasn't sure why he got angry, being a good boyfriend, I sent my apologies for whatever I did wrong through message (of course I didn't say "whatever" in there). I was forgiven the next day though.   PS. Speaking of fake orgasm, there is this Laos boy whom I offed just once about 2 years ago. We had barely even begun it when he started moaning loudly and saying all those "come on baby" "oh yeah" "f*ck" "feel so good" whatever. He couldn't hold his conversation in simple English (we used google translation most of the time) but obviously he has a very good command when it comes to those phrases.   It was so distracting I had to tell him to tone it down but he begged to differ "That's my way. I was always like that with my ex boyfriend back in Laos."   A few minutes into it, my already hard cock got soft and could not recover, so I just let him go with the promised fee. I nicknamed him "the porn star" and the sobriquet sticks. Everyone in the bar knows about his tricks and calls him "porn star" as well. Now come to think of it, he would make a perfect cast for @Olddaddy if his self-made porn idea ever materializes.
  I run into the Porn Star, who is now freelancing, once in a while and got his feedback on how his acts would work on other customers. It turned out it works for some and for those who hate it, he has learned to cool it. He promised if I off him again, he will now lie completely still in my bed, without making a sound. Do I look like I'm into necrophilia to you?

A week ago, a customer offed both J. and his friend from his bar in JC to continue partying in Boyztown. About 10 minutes after he arrived, J. sent me a message "I'm going back. I don't like it here". My first thought was: the customer forced J. to do something he didn't want? Should I be alarmed?
  I sent him a message, asking what happened but got no response. 30 minutes later, when he's finally back to JC, it turned out the customer only took the two boys out to watch that erotic show in X-boys, whose sexually explicit content was offensive to J.. It looks like one year working in JC hasn't acclimatized him to this kind of stuff yet.   That little incident probably gives you some clues. J. is hopeless traditional when it comes to sex. And by "traditional", I mean "farmer housewife traditional". Sex should only be carried out properly in the bedroom at night, with all the curtains down and lights mostly out (I once tried it in the bathtub, he seemed to enjoy it but was reluctant to do it again). Something like rimming would be unthinkable. For some reasons, he also came up with a "no more than one f*cking per day" rule. Actually, he would not allow me to say "f*ck" out loud. "It's not appropriate in Laos culture. You should say "together in the room."   So when we are "together in the room", much as I'm turned on by his body (perfect to my liking: symmetrical, well-developed chest with lean muscles, the kind of muscles you got through good genes and physical hard work, not pumping yourself up in the gym, very lean waist, cute buns and long lean legs), the sex was getting old pretty soon.   So I thought, it's totally up to me to spice up our sex life. It's a good thing that J. never fakes orgasm. He only moans when he indeed feels good. So I used his moaning as guidance when exploring his body and finding his G. spots. As someone who only tops and whose basic moves used to limiting to "fast-forward" and then "stall", I ventured to try out more positions, carefully calculating the angle and tempo changes in each case to achieve the maximum results (i.e., the loudest moaning).   I even learned how to do cum-control in order to last longer (those daily cardios in the gym helps too. Actually each day with J. is always like working out twice if you know what I mean😉 ).   My efforts paid off. Since I'm someone who feeds off greatly on his partner's pleasure, the more J. enjoys the sex, the more turned on I am. In the past, if I sensed that the boy was in pain or just wanted to get it over with, I often lost interest quickly and couldn't even get hard again. That's why I always preferred a boy who was also into me.   I ended up having some of the best sex in my life with J., although to an outsider, it may look like my partner was just lying there and moaning. To see that a little farmer housewife sometimes sounding like a cat in heat gives me a sense of achievement too. PS. Once, my male ego forced me to ask J. "Do I give you better sex than your ex-boyfriend did?" He looked the other way, blushing a little but was vague with his answer "I don't know." Is that a yes or he was sparing my feelings? 
  A few days ago, J. got angry with me for something (probably) quite trivial. Being passive-aggressive, he didn't want to talk it out. So he undressed and got into bed. When I joined him, he allowed me to do whatever I want but played dead. Sensing his resistance, I told myself "Challenge accepted!"   So I really took my time, trying to be as gentle as I can, and started by paying visits to those G. spots with my tongue. As people say, the body doesn't lie. J. used his right hand to push down the little J. who was claiming loudly it should have its own life (and fun) too. He even gritted his teeth, determining not to let out a single sound. But he could hardly control it as the sound leak became more and more noticeable. Eventually, when I started upping my tempo, it's like he finally gave up and the moaning business was back to usual. So I thought "Mission accomplished!"   I was wrong. After we finished, J. got up immediately (no usual post-coitus cuddling), got dressed and went home. He didn't even stop to collect his fee, which I laid out on the table next to the door. He was THAT angry.   Although I wasn't sure why he got angry, being a good boyfriend, I sent my apologies for whatever I did wrong through message (of course I didn't say "whatever" in there). I was forgiven the next day though.   PS. Speaking of fake orgasm, there is this Laos boy whom I offed just once about 2 years ago. We had barely even begun it when he started moaning loudly and saying all those "come on baby" "oh yeah" "f*ck" "feel so good" whatever. He couldn't hold his conversation in simple English (we used google translation most of the time) but obviously he has a very good command when it comes to those phrases.   It was so distracting I had to tell him to tone it down but he begged to differ "That's my way. I was always like that with my ex boyfriend back in Laos."   A few minutes into it, my already hard cock got soft and could not recover, so I just let him go with the promised fee. I nicknamed him "the porn star" and the sobriquet sticks. Everyone in the bar knows about his tricks and calls him "porn star" as well. Now come to think of it, he would make a perfect cast for @Olddaddy if his self-made porn idea ever materializes.
  I run into the Porn Star, who is now freelancing, once in a while and got his feedback on how his acts would work on other customers. It turned out it works for some and for those who hate it, he has learned to cool it. He promised if I off him again, he will now lie completely still in my bed, without making a sound. Do I look like I'm into necrophilia to you?

Wonder why you singled out Olddaddy? Because of his porn-star potentials?

A week ago, a customer offed both J. and his friend from his bar in JC to continue partying in Boyztown. About 10 minutes after he arrived, J. sent me a message "I'm going back. I don't like it here". My first thought was: the customer forced J. to do something he didn't want? Should I be alarmed?
  I sent him a message, asking what happened but got no response. 30 minutes later, when he's finally back to JC, it turned out the customer only took the two boys out to watch that erotic show in X-boys, whose sexually explicit content was offensive to J.. It looks like one year working in JC hasn't acclimatized him to this kind of stuff yet.   That little incident probably gives you some clues. J. is hopeless traditional when it comes to sex. And by "traditional", I mean "farmer housewife traditional". Sex should only be carried out properly in the bedroom at night, with all the curtains down and lights mostly out (I once tried it in the bathtub, he seemed to enjoy it but was reluctant to do it again). Something like rimming would be unthinkable. For some reasons, he also came up with a "no more than one f*cking per day" rule. Actually, he would not allow me to say "f*ck" out loud. "It's not appropriate in Laos culture. You should say "together in the room."   So when we are "together in the room", much as I'm turned on by his body (perfect to my liking: symmetrical, well-developed chest with lean muscles, the kind of muscles you got through good genes and physical hard work, not pumping yourself up in the gym, very lean waist, cute buns and long lean legs), the sex was getting old pretty soon.   So I thought, it's totally up to me to spice up our sex life. It's a good thing that J. never fakes orgasm. He only moans when he indeed feels good. So I used his moaning as guidance when exploring his body and finding his G. spots. As someone who only tops and whose basic moves used to limiting to "fast-forward" and then "stall", I ventured to try out more positions, carefully calculating the angle and tempo changes in each case to achieve the maximum results (i.e., the loudest moaning).   I even learned how to do cum-control in order to last longer (those daily cardios in the gym helps too. Actually each day with J. is always like working out twice if you know what I mean😉 ).   My efforts paid off. Since I'm someone who feeds off greatly on his partner's pleasure, the more J. enjoys the sex, the more turned on I am. In the past, if I sensed that the boy was in pain or just wanted to get it over with, I often lost interest quickly and couldn't even get hard again. That's why I always preferred a boy who was also into me.   I ended up having some of the best sex in my life with J., although to an outsider, it may look like my partner was just lying there and moaning. To see that a little farmer housewife sometimes sounding like a cat in heat gives me a sense of achievement too. PS. Once, my male ego forced me to ask J. "Do I give you better sex than your ex-boyfriend did?" He looked the other way, blushing a little but was vague with his answer "I don't know." Is that a yes or he was sparing my feelings? 
  A few days ago, J. got angry with me for something (probably) quite trivial. Being passive-aggressive, he didn't want to talk it out. So he undressed and got into bed. When I joined him, he allowed me to do whatever I want but played dead. Sensing his resistance, I told myself "Challenge accepted!"   So I really took my time, trying to be as gentle as I can, and started by paying visits to those G. spots with my tongue. As people say, the body doesn't lie. J. used his right hand to push down the little J. who was claiming loudly it should have its own life (and fun) too. He even gritted his teeth, determining not to let out a single sound. But he could hardly control it as the sound leak became more and more noticeable. Eventually, when I started upping my tempo, it's like he finally gave up and the moaning business was back to usual. So I thought "Mission accomplished!"   I was wrong. After we finished, J. got up immediately (no usual post-coitus cuddling), got dressed and went home. He didn't even stop to collect his fee, which I laid out on the table next to the door. He was THAT angry.   Although I wasn't sure why he got angry, being a good boyfriend, I sent my apologies for whatever I did wrong through message (of course I didn't say "whatever" in there). I was forgiven the next day though.   PS. Speaking of fake orgasm, there is this Laos boy whom I offed just once about 2 years ago. We had barely even begun it when he started moaning loudly and saying all those "come on baby" "oh yeah" "f*ck" "feel so good" whatever. He couldn't hold his conversation in simple English (we used google translation most of the time) but obviously he has a very good command when it comes to those phrases.   It was so distracting I had to tell him to tone it down but he begged to differ "That's my way. I was always like that with my ex boyfriend back in Laos."   A few minutes into it, my already hard cock got soft and could not recover, so I just let him go with the promised fee. I nicknamed him "the porn star" and the sobriquet sticks. Everyone in the bar knows about his tricks and calls him "porn star" as well. Now come to think of it, he would make a perfect cast for @Olddaddy if his self-made porn idea ever materializes.
  I run into the Porn Star, who is now freelancing, once in a while and got his feedback on how his acts would work on other customers. It turned out it works for some and for those who hate it, he has learned to cool it. He promised if I off him again, he will now lie completely still in my bed, without making a sound. Do I look like I'm into necrophilia to you?

A week ago, a customer offed both J. and his friend from his bar in JC to continue partying in Boyztown. About 10 minutes after he arrived, J. sent me a message "I'm going back. I don't like it here". My first thought was: the customer forced J. to do something he didn't want? Should I be alarmed?
  I sent him a message, asking what happened but got no response. 30 minutes later, when he's finally back to JC, it turned out the customer only took the two boys out to watch that erotic show in X-boys, whose sexually explicit content was offensive to J.. It looks like one year working in JC hasn't acclimatized him to this kind of stuff yet.   That little incident probably gives you some clues. J. is hopeless traditional when it comes to sex. And by "traditional", I mean "farmer housewife traditional". Sex should only be carried out properly in the bedroom at night, with all the curtains down and lights mostly out (I once tried it in the bathtub, he seemed to enjoy it but was reluctant to do it again). Something like rimming would be unthinkable. For some reasons, he also came up with a "no more than one f*cking per day" rule. Actually, he would not allow me to say "f*ck" out loud. "It's not appropriate in Laos culture. You should say "together in the room."   So when we are "together in the room", much as I'm turned on by his body (perfect to my liking: symmetrical, well-developed chest with lean muscles, the kind of muscles you got through good genes and physical hard work, not pumping yourself up in the gym, very lean waist, cute buns and long lean legs), the sex was getting old pretty soon.   So I thought, it's totally up to me to spice up our sex life. It's a good thing that J. never fakes orgasm. He only moans when he indeed feels good. So I used his moaning as guidance when exploring his body and finding his G. spots. As someone who only tops and whose basic moves used to limiting to "fast-forward" and then "stall", I ventured to try out more positions, carefully calculating the angle and tempo changes in each case to achieve the maximum results (i.e., the loudest moaning).   I even learned how to do cum-control in order to last longer (those daily cardios in the gym helps too. Actually each day with J. is always like working out twice if you know what I mean😉 ).   My efforts paid off. Since I'm someone who feeds off greatly on his partner's pleasure, the more J. enjoys the sex, the more turned on I am. In the past, if I sensed that the boy was in pain or just wanted to get it over with, I often lost interest quickly and couldn't even get hard again. That's why I always preferred a boy who was also into me.   I ended up having some of the best sex in my life with J., although to an outsider, it may look like my partner was just lying there and moaning. To see that a little farmer housewife sometimes sounding like a cat in heat gives me a sense of achievement too. PS. Once, my male ego forced me to ask J. "Do I give you better sex than your ex-boyfriend did?" He looked the other way, blushing a little but was vague with his answer "I don't know." Is that a yes or he was sparing my feelings? 
  A few days ago, J. got angry with me for something (probably) quite trivial. Being passive-aggressive, he didn't want to talk it out. So he undressed and got into bed. When I joined him, he allowed me to do whatever I want but played dead. Sensing his resistance, I told myself "Challenge accepted!"   So I really took my time, trying to be as gentle as I can, and started by paying visits to those G. spots with my tongue. As people say, the body doesn't lie. J. used his right hand to push down the little J. who was claiming loudly it should have its own life (and fun) too. He even gritted his teeth, determining not to let out a single sound. But he could hardly control it as the sound leak became more and more noticeable. Eventually, when I started upping my tempo, it's like he finally gave up and the moaning business was back to usual. So I thought "Mission accomplished!"   I was wrong. After we finished, J. got up immediately (no usual post-coitus cuddling), got dressed and went home. He didn't even stop to collect his fee, which I laid out on the table next to the door. He was THAT angry.   Although I wasn't sure why he got angry, being a good boyfriend, I sent my apologies for whatever I did wrong through message (of course I didn't say "whatever" in there). I was forgiven the next day though.   PS. Speaking of fake orgasm, there is this Laos boy whom I offed just once about 2 years ago. We had barely even begun it when he started moaning loudly and saying all those "come on baby" "oh yeah" "f*ck" "feel so good" whatever. He couldn't hold his conversation in simple English (we used google translation most of the time) but obviously he has a very good command when it comes to those phrases.   It was so distracting I had to tell him to tone it down but he begged to differ "That's my way. I was always like that with my ex boyfriend back in Laos."   A few minutes into it, my already hard cock got soft and could not recover, so I just let him go with the promised fee. I nicknamed him "the porn star" and the sobriquet sticks. Everyone in the bar knows about his tricks and calls him "porn star" as well. Now come to think of it, he would make a perfect cast for @Olddaddy if his self-made porn idea ever materializes.
  I run into the Porn Star, who is now freelancing, once in a while and got his feedback on how his acts would work on other customers. It turned out it works for some and for those who hate it, he has learned to cool it. He promised if I off him again, he will now lie completely still in my bed, without making a sound. Do I look like I'm into necrophilia to you?

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