In Progress Trip Report (April 2024)

[roughjock]

36 minutes ago, Draden said:

Wait - so what do all these mean?

"HIGH FUN", they are users of yaba/crystal meth.

[spoon]

Jupiter have diff pricing for alcoholic drinks? I do know bars do have diff price for cocktails but simple beer should be included in the price no? 

Thanks for sharing your experience! It has been a great read! I somehow still very hesitant to off from jupiter. There are plenty of signs from your story that would definitely made me not off the guy. Mamasan saying he is str8 when u want to off him could be one sign too, as there are guys there who wont go with gay customers, or would do absolute minimum if mamasan push them. 

That said, i did have few good off from jupiter too. These are those who i know is gay, or had taken from elsewhere before, or simply had good chemistry in the bar before i off them. 

My fav bar for hiring muscular guys are tawan and moonlight. Hope u have a chance to visit moonlight too.

[roughjock]

15 minutes ago, spoon said:

Jupiter have diff pricing for alcoholic drinks? I do know bars do have diff price for cocktails but simple beer should be included in the price no? 

That might've been the case. I don't drink beer, sorry. I assumed a simple mixed drink (shot of vodka and a Coke Zero) would be included but it didn't seem to be an option. I was shown a list that was primarily soda. I opted for a cocktail instead, usually going for a Long Island.

[CallMeLee]

The last time I offed someone from Jupiter was way back when they were still located in Surawong area. I never failed to visit the place at least once during my trips but never really felt the motivation to off.

 

Also, unlike other bars, their guys don't wear a number so identifying them as they zoom past (mind you they work the stage with such speed!) is a challenge. Any explanation why they chose not to have a number system?

[roughjock]

40 minutes ago, CallMeLee said:

Also, unlike other bars, their guys don't wear a number so identifying them as they zoom past (mind you they work the stage with such speed!) is a challenge. Any explanation why they chose not to have a number system?

The laser pointers they use to identify the boy are kind of embarrassing, but they post the line-up of the night online, so I’ve learned to just use that to identify them. Screenshot, show the photo, and there’s no confusion.

Last night I went to another bar and the mamasan just could not understand I was saying #55 even though English is my native language, I speak professionally and I have a deep and clear voice. It was maddening.

[floridarob]

10 hours ago, vinapu said:

Sure, water was much more wet 20 years ago as well.

What was different is that were more bars and more boys in them. Performances varied the same way they do nowadays.

It took me 8 trip spread oved 12 years 2001-2013 before I put my step inside Tawan, all because I believed nonsenses circulating on various boards how lazy , greedy , out of shape and indifferent their boys are. 10 minutes after being inside I realized  wasted 12 years of fun because all that propaganda.

My worst experience oy was also in that supposed golden era, with Dreamboys boy back in 2013 ( not related to 1st visit at Tawan and not even the same trip  )

  

Water is the same wetness, maybe more polluted today....

Performances vary, but the effort is less today, which can be said for almost any worker in any line of work....

I wouldn't consider 2013 the Golden era....further back than that.

Since OP is looking for 23cm, Wonder if he's tried Dominican Republic, Colombia or Brasil 🧐

[vinapu]

3 hours ago, CallMeLee said:

Also, unlike other bars, their guys don't wear a number so identifying them as they zoom past (mind you they work the stage with such speed!) is a challenge. Any explanation why they chose not to have a number system?

From what I recall from Januray  they did not wear numbers during first walkabout but most of them did during second and last one. Those who did not wear then  were already booked or just show boys not available for take out.

[vinapu]

2 hours ago, roughjock said:

 

Last night I went to another bar and the mamasan just could not understand I was saying #55 even though English is my native language, I speak professionally and I have a deep and clear voice.

that may be your problem. English is not my first language and I speak with heavy accent , I noticed very often that  people in the same situation understand me better than native English speakers. 

In Thailand is handy to know that 5 is "ha"' so "ha, ha' is not only laugh but also may mean 55.  

[roughjock]

25 minutes ago, floridarob said:

Since OP is looking for 23cm, Wonder if he's tried Dominican Republic, Colombia or Brasil 🧐

I dream of my experience in Colombia every single day.

[vinapu]

1 hour ago, floridarob said:

 but the effort is less today, which can be said for almost any worker in any line of work....
 

That's true, with ever bigger and bigger  slice going up to people higher in food chain and cuts everywhere in the name of effectiveness, no wonder though that it's happening.  

[Patanawet]

8 hours ago, roughjock said:

English is my native language, I speak professionally and I have a deep and clear voice. It was maddening.

Maybe not your deep professional voice but the words you were using.  There is no point in using big complicated words however deep your voice is.
Do you poke them with your silver tipped cane if they refuse to understand you?

[Mavica]

6 hours ago, vinapu said:

that may be your problem. English is not my first language and I speak with heavy accent , I noticed very often that  people in the same situation understand me better than native English speakers. 

In Thailand is handy to know that 5 is "ha"' so "ha, ha' is not only laugh but also may mean 55.  

Someone can also type the numbers "55" onto the Notes application on a smart phone, or simply write the numbers on a piece of paper.  Show either to the Mamasan.  Or, use the voice translator.

[floridarob]

6 hours ago, roughjock said:

I dream of my experience in Colombia every single day.

I'm just back from 2 weeks there, a lot like Brazil yet so different, lol

[nikba2515]

On 4/7/2024 at 1:08 PM, roughjock said:

First Experience, Two Nights in Space (Cont.)

But ultimately I pull it forward and tuck it behind the waistband of my pants, as to hide my awkward erection in public. I'll come back tomorrow night.

I spend my free time scrolling the TikTok feed of Jupiter and looking at the videos they've posted recently. Every night they post a video of the line-up of guys. I look for the one I shortlisted, and screenshot his photo. 

I return at 10:00 PM and before entering the venue, I show the street hawker my phone and the photo of the model. I ask, "Is he working tonight?" The hawker looks confused, and ushers me over to the door staff, who confirm his name is B, and he is there tonight. I pay the 500 THB and get sat in a very good seat, with no one beside me. I order a drink, this time alcoholic and pay the extra fee. I tip on the drink. 

Not a minute later, a mamasan sits beside me and confirms my selection of the night. He asks if I want to talk to B before the performance starts, and I decline. I'll invite him for a drink later. Should I have taken this chance? While I was confirmed on my selection, I'd rather see him in the show first, to re-confirm this is exactly what I want. What if he had a bad attitude tonight, or seemed ill to perform? Okay, now I'm just making excuses. I fucked up.

The show begins, and it's much the same as the night before. Less intensity, and the club is less crowded. When the models do their initial walk on the stage and around the bar, I offer B a 100 THB tip as he passes my table. He bows and puts his hands together politely. He is not flirtatious, but seems respectful.

Another dance number begins the string of acts, but this time all of the performers are off. It's very low energy. A drag performance immediately follows. It's less elaborate than the night before. I didn't come for the show tonight though, so it doesn't bother me. As I've come to understand, each venue has their good and bad nights. Luck of the draw. 

The models strut by again, and I tip B another 100 THB. Again, he bows and puts his hands together. I want to catch his attention. I've never done this before, so I'm sure I'm throwing out unnecessary money. My indiction the night before was that the boys are in high demand and you often don't get your pick, but tonight it seemed that even the patrons were less interested. There was no tipping and no shots being offered. There were no screaming women having the time of their lives. Was anyone smiling? Soon I would be.

The mamasan sat beside me again and confirmed my selection. Where he seemed immediately interested in offering me B before, this time there was hesitation. "Well, he's straight, so I'll have to check with him." Okay. I'm a courteous and respectable person. If he's not comfortable, why would I force it? But let's not forget the purpose of this establishment either. Chuckle with me. Ha. Ha. 

B is sat beside me shortly afterward and the waiter confirms that I will purchase his drink. He is stiff. He looks straight ahead and doesn't engage much. I ask him, "Your name is B?" He can understand but his English is not great. We banter very briefly. "Are you Thai?" I ask because his look appears to be Chinese, and I find him incredibly beautiful. "From Udon Thani." He explains. I try and use this to engage in further conversation as I will travel to that region soon. It doesn't work, he appears uncomfortable. I'm a little taken aback. I'm not a bad looking person. I'm in good shape. I'm well dressed and polite. I don't touch him, but he seems scared. I sit for a bit and watch the show, looking at him occasionally. He fakes a little smile. I figure, I paid for his drink, I'll see if it's okay if I rub his back. He shakes his head up and down and smiles and then goes back to a blank expression. I make sure, "Is this okay?" and again the same gesture.

His body is tight. His skin is soft and cool. You can feel the muscle clenching underneath, rock hard and chiseled. I'm very impressed by his look. He has pale skin and big ears. A stern expression. I try and tell him that I saw him in the show the previous night, and that I was impressed with the size of his dick. He shakes his head the same way. I assume he doesn't understand me.

Okay, is it just the language barrier? To be honest, my intention with him is to have him flex while he fucks me with his massive cock. His body is incredible and I simply want to worship him, and his tool looks like it can provide me ample pleasure, even if he doesn't give it his all. I'm accustomed to 18cm or more, so this is my target when seeking moneyboys. 

He sits for a while and finishes his drink. Then it comes time for his performance. Unfortunately I'm unable to watch him perform, as immediately the mamasan returns and confirms that he will go back to my hotel with me. I pay the 500 THB bar fee. I am unsure if I should tip, so I don't. I think this is a mistake? The mamasan seems happy anyway.

When the performance finishes, B is fully dressed in street attire and looks quite good. He comes to my table and grabs me and takes me outside, where we flag down a taxi and head back to my hotel. He speaks to the driver in Thai to help him navigate. We sit quietly in the back of the taxi and he stares out the window. I admire the way he is dressed and his stern demeanour. I am going to love using his body.

I'm staying at Beanstalk, where the room is quite minimal and the bed is Japanese style, low to the floor. I worry if this is an unusual or unimpressive accommodation for B. We enter the room, and he immediately sits on the bed and removes his shirt. He begins to undress. Part of my desire was to slowly removing his clothing and to appreciate every muscle of his body, as he flexed them ritually. 

That was not in the cards. I touch his body. I run my hand on his chest as he lays back on the bed. I push against his abs, feeling the solidity of the muscle underneath the layer of skin. I grab his pecs and caress them in my hand, filling the entirety of my palm. I ask him to flex and he doesn't understand. I make the motion with my arms, flexing my own biceps. He does it half-heartedly. I'm a little disappointed. 

He quickly undoes his pants and pulls out his dick and starts to put a condom on. I take this as understanding it's time for penetration. No. I suck his dick. It gets hard quite quickly, and again I'm taken for a bit of a shock. Is this the same model? His dick is significantly smaller, even though he's seemingly aroused. I'm told later that dicks in performances are often pumped to appear much larger. Okay, then pump it up! It's not small, but it's more akin to 17cm now.

He keeps the condom on as I suck his dick. I just don't have any interest anymore. A blowjob with a condom? I can't do it. I stop sucking him, and I try and kiss him. He keeps his lips closed and pushes me toward his neck. He smells good, but I'm being disappointed at every turn. Surely the sex might at least feel good.

I ask him to fuck me. "No fuck" he says. My jaw hits the floor. Excuse me? "No fuck."

Clearly I misunderstood the purpose off Jupiter, or some rule somewhere, or missed some step in the process. "Just suck, you suck me. No fuck." He seems angry. I ask him if he can remove the condom, I don't mind giving oral, in fact I thoroughly enjoy it. But I can't suck a piece of latex. He says he will not remove it.

My mood is killed, my desire is gone, my erection shrivels, and I'm left agasp. Is this what people pay for? Is this the moneyboy experience? I think back to the trip reports I've read, and there is so little detail about the sex, just about the general 'good time' they seemingly have. Oh no. What have I gotten myself into.

I just give him the 2500 THB mandatory tip and he gets dressed and leaves. The entire stay lasts 30 minutes. He says thank you, but doesn't offer to keep in communication or try and schedule another appointment, which is what I will soon find out is customary. I sit in my room for a moment, thinking about what just happened, and I feel incredibly bad. I just paid a total of 4800 THB for the most disappointing sex I think I ever had. 

I get over it quickly, and head to Grindr for something free. This time there's passion.

Sex with straight guy, needed to be very direct: what the person can and cannot do. Always use mamasan for language barrier (with a small tip, they can make a life changing experience) or an application to be sure of services promised. With high expectations and sexual driven, we forgot to check all the boxes and it easily happen for the first visit. With some experiences, straight guy is great in bed with their tight body, manly looking, and tight hole to enjoy……. It apply to all places around the world. Enjoy BKK dear…. 

[Latbear4blk]

1 hour ago, floridarob said:

I'm just back from 2 weeks there, a lot like Brazil yet so different, lol

Contrasting Medellín and Rio (Colombia and Brazil are very diverse, huge territories), the quality of sex and the kinds of boys are very similar, and I do not see much difference in the culture other than the spoken language and the side effects contrasts between a mediterranean and a beach city. The differences are rather in the "logistics". 

We should open an entire new thread to discuss these differences and similarities. 

[spoon]

Language barrier is always a challenge when it comes to chemistry, but i do find that using key words with thai accent helps them understand better. This works in other countries and languages as well, even when i speak malay in indonesia, if i imitate their accent, itll be easier for them to understand me. Ive observed similar thing in vietnam, japan and korea as well.

One particular incident in vietnam made me realize this. I was ordering an ice tea, from the counter at the cinema, where they sell lipton ice tea in the bottle. After repeating few times in clear standard english, with him not understanding what im saying, i resorted to sign language and pointed to the bottled drink behind him. Immediately he says, ooooo "aih" tea. So afterward, i tried few times imitating their accents, and definitely improves the communication hehe.

[roughjock]

14 hours ago, Patanawet said:

Do you poke them with your silver tipped cane if they refuse to understand you?

Not as old as most of you here, so I don’t require a cane with any ornate tip. Just my cock, and I don’t mind poking you with it if you’d like.

[roughjock]

3 hours ago, spoon said:

Immediately he says, ooooo "aih" tea. So afterward, i tried few times imitating their accents, and definitely improves the communication hehe.

Haha, yeah, I’ve been recommend that a few times. I just feel so out of place mimicking an accent. Also if you perpetually bend the English language to their accent, they’ll start to think the word really is pronounced that way. Not a problem unless they are interested in learning English, but I’ve met many who are and they’re a little taken aback when they realize they’ve been duped into thinking they’re saying it perfectly because their teach is ESL as well.

[vinapu]

3 hours ago, roughjock said:

Not as old as most of you here,

I, for one,  take consolation in fact that Troy is older than me, 555 ( ha, ha, ha).

 

As for communication with boys fortunately rarely we discuss with them merits of Thailand adopting riel as currency or Thai politics  during II World War so it's fairly easy. They more or less know what we want and we more or less know whet they expect in exchange.

What I found handy to break the ice is to take some interest in  them. Even if language barrier prevents us from asking  what city they are from or do they have siblings etc I always try to point on something they are  wearing ( shoes, watch, t-shirt , tattoo) and thump it up showing I pay attention to them , not only their bulge.

It may even pay in some benefit, when I asked  boy from now defunct New Twilight what simple tattoo on his chest means ( names of his parents ) he proclaimed " ok, long time ok ' even if declined idea just two sips of cola before.

[roughjock]

Third Experience, Essence & Oil:

After reading CallMeLee's trip report, I started looking into massage parlours. I have only received massages from the standard shops, from older women for a modest price. They've been okay but who wouldn't want a hunky man touching your body instead? I've been hesitant to try any of the male massage parlours because the ones that shout-out to you as you walk by are often littered with twinks and don't necessarily promise anything therapeutic. A man I'm not into and an experience I wouldn't enjoy? Pass.

Honestly, the goal of these encounters isn't necessarily to cum. Sex is easy to find. Grindr has a wealth of options and saunas exist. I'm willing to pay for two things, and merely for convenience: 1) a muscular physique, especially if they can provide a muscle worship session, or 2) big asian cock, in excess of 20cm. "Rare!" you say, but it's definitely possible to find.

So for me, these parlours needs to provide a decent massage and a well-built masseur. I don't need the happy ending. Take off your shirt, we're good! 

When CallMeLee praised Ssense, not only for the respectfulness of their masseurs but also for their talent, I was intrigued. I added Ssense to LINE and was impressed with the ease of use. You can view their menu of services, their selection of masseurs, and you can book in advance. I took a look through the models and identified a few that interested me. 

Choke, Singha and Bank. This was based on their level of muscle. Initially I booked Choke, because I appreciated his dark skin and the photo they provided showed a lean, well-built body with impressive abs. I read the reviews for Ssense afterward, and rarely saw Choke mentioned. Was he not popular, or simply not very good? I took into consideration his darker skin, which I like. Was that why? I saw a ton of positive reviews for both Singha and Bank. 

Oh no. Did I make another mistake?

A quick LINE message fixed that. I asked if I could switch my appointment with either Singha or Bank, whoever was available. Bank was free. I viewed his photos one more time and was impressed with what I saw. The reviews for him were gushing. This was a good choice.

I arrived at the parlour and quickly showed the boy who greeted me the booking on my phone. "Ah, with Bank!" he said. I paid the fee for what I had booked, 1250 THB, which was higher than I expected considering my past massages were 300-400 THB. Hunk tax. I'm okay with that.

Bank greeted me when I sat down in the parlour, and I appreciated that there was a curtain to protect the privacy of whoever was inside. You can't be seen from the street. A nice touch. Bank asked me to remove my footwear and knelt down in front of me. He grabbed the sneakers and exchanged them with a pair of slippers. Another masseur came over and delivered an iced tea. I sipped the cold drink and enjoyed it, but put it down immediately, eager to start the massage. "It's okay, you can finish." Bank reassured me. I gulped the remainder. 

I followed him up a set of stairs and he washed my feet. I find this so endearing, even though I know it's typical practice. I noticed he was wearing a hearing device. Did I detect a slight lisp in his voice? Cute. I looked at his body as he did this. He seemed fit and tight, with impressive arms. He was a bit shorter than I imagined.

I was moved to a bed nearby, and provided with a change of clothes. Oh, is this a real massage? I was expecting to be naked, silly me. I change into the provided shirt and pants and it's time for the first part of the massage, an hour of Thai massage. Now I understand that Thai massage is performed easier this way. 

The massage begins with me laying face down. I'm dressed, he's dressed and I can't see him. Oh no! But the massage is GOOD! Bank has good pressure and a strong technique. He isn't spending a lot of time on only a single body part. He isn't just "going through the motions." This is a legit massage! I'm impressed. His English is minimal but he makes some small talk and asks a few questions. Anything beyond that, he uses the translator on his phone. He has to repeat things several times for it to translate properly, but he doesn't get frustrated. He repeats again and again in his gentle, soft voice, until the phone finally registers what he is saying.

I'm flipped over after a while, and while I never get erections during a massage, Bank's look mixed with his personality has me rock hard. As he is massaging me, he grabs it with his hand gently and wiggles it, giving a little laugh. I find this so cute. Still, nothing sexual occurs. The massage continues to be top quality, although there is a female patron in the bed next to me, and she is quite the chatterbox. She's speaking Thai so I attempt to tune her out. Near the end of the massage, a few more clients arrive. The quiet was peaceful, but luckily it's on to the second part of the massage.

1 hour cream massage. We switch rooms to one on a higher floor. The room is quite nice! Bank sets the appropriate lighting, turns on some music, provides me with a towel and asks me to take a shower. The room has a small shower in the corner, and it's spotlessly clean. He says he will go and get the supplies to massage me with, and I'm a little sad he didn't offer to shower with me. We can't have everything, but now I'm really wondering if anything sexually will occur at all!

I strip naked and shower. A few minutes later Bank is back in the room and I'm laying face down on the massage table with a towel over my butt. It's respectful, right? Luckily things are about to take a turn. 

Bank removes his shirt and I'm left to stare at his muscular chest. He has firm and impressive pecs, and noticeable abs. His arms are thick. His body isn't fully to my ideal standard, but let's not be picky okay? This man has already won my heart with his personality. I smile at him and I look at his body, and he smiles back. I take this opportunity to softly touch him as he massages me. I run my finger along his skin, and then work up the courage to place my hand on him. "Is this okay?" I ask. He nods and smiles.

The cream massage is nice, but nothing special. It feels particularly good on my back, since my condo has an absolutely awful mattress that wrecked havoc on it the night prior. About 20 minutes later, I'm flipped over and Bank notices my erection again. He takes the towel off, and asks "How much will you give me?" He smiles politely and I don't feel pressured. Unsure of what to offer, I type on his phone: 2000. His smile gets bigger, and he begins to strip completely naked. He tells me to touch his cock. He has a small bush of pubic hair, which I love. He's uncut and his dick is of an average size. Nothing special, but it fills my hand as I gently stroke it. 

He makes a swimming motion. I'm a little confused, but not seconds later he's covered himself in cream and is sliding his body against mine. I love this. I can feel his strong stature against me. I'm in heaven.

He seems to want to get me to cum. I tell him, "I don't think it will happen" and he seems confused. He changes my position and starts rubbing his dick on my ass. I imagine him plowing inside of me with each rythmic stroke. I look up at him and he smiles again, he seems so playful and carefree. He doesn't look like every other money boy I've witnessed, with a blank expression and shifty eyes, eager for the cash and to leave the room.

I get up the nerve to ask, "Can you flex your arms?" and he does quite well. He shows off his body. Flexing both biceps until they're tight and baseball-sized. He flexes his abs until they appear a little more defined through his skin. He stays like this, and pumps his dick against my ass. There is no penetration, but the sight is exactly what I needed.

He jerks me off a little, and then goes back to sliding his body against me. It actually feels very good. I tell him that it's okay if he just flexes, and I jerk myself off, knowing this is the only way I'll cum. He shows off his biceps some more, and lets me kiss them. I blow a huge load onto my chest. Bank cleans it up and then showers himself off. 

Thinking the massage is over, I sit up. He says, "I finish now, okay?" and I'm a little confused. He proceeds to finish the massage! He spends well past my booked time finishing the massage that he didn't complete, and even gives me a shoulder massage as well. I'm so impressed by this. A real professional. Wow!

He tells me to shower and that he will be back. I do exactly this, and get dressed. He talks to me briefly some more and asks a few questions about me. He gives me his social media profile and tells me to book him again through the shop. He recommends an oil massage next time, as he is not a fan of cream and how it dries. I try and pay him the cash tip I promised, and he says that I can give it to him downstairs. Wow!

I walk back to the lobby and I'm presented with another tea, this time warm, and two biscuits. This is good service. Bank sits by the door and the massage parlour begins to fill with other patrons. I finish my tea and leave the biscuits and Bank opens the front door for me. I give him the 2000 THB in cash and he thanks me. I leave feeling very refreshed and with a little bit of a crush.

 

[CallMeLee]

1 hour ago, roughjock said:

I walk back to the lobby and I'm presented with another tea, this time warm, and two biscuits. This is good service. Bank sits by the door and the massage parlour begins to fill with other patrons. I finish my tea and leave the biscuits and Bank opens the front door for me. I give him the 2000 THB in cash and he thanks me. I leave feeling very refreshed and with a little bit of a crush.

I'm stoked to hear that you had a pleasant experience at S'sense. I may sound like a broken record but it's one of those few places that you can have a proper massage and fun extras at the same time.

I think the massage package you chose required a room change. It can be a bit of a hassle so I recommend choosing a different one next time. The menu will specify if there's a room change involved.

Mr. S (the owner who's an eye candy as well) specified that minimum tip for body to body is 900. So I always used that as a guide and add more depending on level of extra fun provided. I would say you tipped at the high end but as long as you left happy and satisfied.... that's what matters!

[roughjock]

4 hours ago, CallMeLee said:

I'm stoked to hear that you had a pleasant experience at S'sense. I may sound like a broken record but it's one of those few places that you can have a proper massage and fun extras at the same time.

Yeah, I was really impressed! The room change doesn't bother me now that I know what to expect. I have a sore back from sleeping improperly so the Thai massage helps a lot. I liked that Bank told me what he preferred though, and I've booked another round with oil soon. 

I wasn't told the minimum tip, only asked to be told if they asked for too much. Good to know! Hopefully he doesn't feel bad getting a lower tip on the second round, I will be a repeat customer this month anyway. I'll offer 1500 next.

[vinapu]

40 minutes ago, roughjock said:

! Hopefully he doesn't feel bad getting a lower tip on the second round, I will be a repeat customer this month anyway. I'll offer 1500 next.

he won't be feeling bad because 1500 is generous tip anyways but chances are he will mention that last time you gave 2000 and may ask whet is wrong. Happened to me  with boy in Maha massage soi 6, bit of awkward situation. Me being me answered plainly ' nothing wrong with you but with me, I used to be generous but now I'm stingy" .

That sufficed for explanation and even generated smile

[roughjock]

1 hour ago, vinapu said:

he won't be feeling bad because 1500 is generous tip anyways but chances are he will mention that last time you gave 2000 and may ask whet is wrong.

Haha, if he asks then I will simply say I tip more on the first encounter because I don’t usually do repeats, but he will have my business from now on.

[roughjock]

Fourth Experience, As Memorable As a Dream:

I wasn't planning on going out this night, but I was in the Silom area and it was nearly 10:00 PM. I decided to check out some new venues. The most prominent one was Dream Boys. I walk up to the hawker and ask, "What type of men are in there? I'm looking for muscle." They are confused, and I learn asking questions to these hawkers is not a good idea- I don't think they have anything to do with the bar. He points me to the door staff. "Come and take a look," he encourages me. I go inside and I'm not disappointed with what I see, so I decide to stay. 

Honestly, my memory is a little hazy on this place because it didn't make a huge impression. I believe I paid 500 THB for the entrance fee and it included a drink. I order a Coke Zero. Reports online mention that it includes two drinks, but I was not aware of this and didn't order a second drink either way. I'm given a good seat in the middle of the bar with a prominent view of the stage. 

I remember very little about the show. I assure you I wasn't drunk! The men are on stage and quite a few of them are smiling at me, making eye contact, and flirting from the stage. I'm not opposed to this.

The two most eager ones are a younger guy who I'd estimate around 20, with a lean and twink-ish body but fantastic ab definition. He smiles and looks so approachable. He makes eye contact with me and seems genuine. I kind of want to be his friend. Is he my type? Not really. His body is fantastic, so maybe I could make it work. He's cute as well. I'm sure he's a 10/10 for some of you. If I recall, he was #33. 

The other one is also not my type, but his attitude is infectious. I'll soon learn he's a performer in the "Big Cock Show!" He's thin and a little older, maybe in his thirties. He has a really comedic personality. He looks at me and grabs his dick, which makes me laugh, and he laughs. We make a lot of eye contact, and every time I look at him, he laughs back and points to the seat next to me. He wants to join me, but I play coy. I shake my head, and laugh. I put my hand up and block the view of his large bulge. He laughs. I like this playful banter. I could get along with this guy too. Again, not really what I'm looking for, but all of my bar experiences have been lacklustre, so the personality is winning me over.

The mamasan is quite forceful here. Every 5 minutes, they come to my table and ask which one I'm interested in. I say I'm not sure, and they hover around my seat. I find this very uncomfortable. As the show goes on, without a single memorable act (were there even acts?), I'm finally willing to buy someone a drink. I tell the mamasan that I have two choices, #33 and #55. He can't understand me when I mention #55, so I let it go, and ask for #33- the younger Twink.

I ask, "Is he gay?" "Yes, gay." they confirm. Okay. While I appreciate straight men a lot more, my experience with them in the past was disappointing, so I'm willing to try someone who may at least have some interest in me outside of a paycheque.

He comes to sit with me and I tell him, "I find you very cute, you look really approachable, I want to be your friend." I laugh, hoping this starts some conversation. He makes an effort but the banter quickly ends. He speaks okay English, but there is no personality to him. He's cute and meek and submissive. He grabs my hand and holds it. I tell him that he has a nice body, and quickly begin to figure out if he's a good off. "Are you a bottom?" I ask. I assume he is now based on his personality, but I'm hoping he's a top. "I'm whatever you want me to be," he replies. Oh great. "Do you top or bottom more often?" I explicitly ask. Bottom. Okay, that's fine. 

He points to the stage. "Big cock show!" 4 models are on the stage, including the one who was flirting with me from the stage earlier. He sees me watching, and takes the opportunity to show off his cock. It's nice, about 18cm. His friend on stage is a little more my type and is even bigger, probably 20cm, so I'm a bit distracted. I don't talk to #33 during this show because I'm sizing up my options, and he's playing on his phone anyway.

After the show ends, I ask "You weren't in the big cock show!" jokingly. "I'm small," he says, and I'm a little disappointed but it's to be expected. I was hoping he was at least a good size, then he might be offable for me. I'm not really looking for a bottom like this. "Oh, okay" I say. The conversation dries up after that. I wonder if he will say anything, or make an attempt to start a conversation since his English is passable. There is no attempt. Is he shy? He goes back to playing on his phone, but holds my hand. I'm kind of not into it. I need a connection if you're going to want to hold my hand, and you're not even trying to start one.

Can he tell I'm not really interested? I decide to be up front as he still has half of his drink left and he's sat with me through 3 or 4 performances. "I don't think I'll take you home tonight, I'm sorry." He says he understands. I expect this to signal him to chug his drink and go back to find another client, but he stays for 2 more performances. He tries to hold my hand but I'm not into it anymore. I sit and watch the show in silence, it's a bit awkward.

The mamamsan comes back and tries to get me to pay an off fee. I'm not interested, I tell them. Some convincing happens through the determination to stay in my area and not walk away. "No, I'm okay." I say again. The boy finishes his drink and the mamasan comes back and asks for a tip. A tip? For the boy, and for him. "Isn't buying them a drink considered the tip?" I ask, genuinely confused. Do I tip a boy as well? I mean, I have no issue with this... but the boy put in barely any effort and it wasn't a match. Maybe I should tip his phone? That did more work than him.

The mamasan seems a little angry, and asks for 50 thb. "For what?" I ask. "Just give me something." I give the 50 thb, a little annoyed, not because of the amount but because of the audacity to be forceful in a tip. I'd consider tipping 50 thb to be rude. I'd rather receive nothing. Take it as you will!

I watch the remainder of the show, and the big cock show boy flirts with me a little more. I'm pretty turned off at this point. I finish my drink and I leave the bar. It's 11:30 and I have time to see another show at midnight. I scan the area and notice a name I've heard before, Screwboys. Let's check it out next.