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Looks rather nice and for some good news for West Australians, Vietnam Airlines are starting direct flights from Perth to Ho Chi Minh city in December. Thai is still not flying from here and no real word on when or even if they will be returning, so I can see the Vietnam flights could become quite popular. 

And that just confirms that they have no interest in returning to Perth or Brisbane any time soon, I did get a standard preset message on their Facebook page saying they won't be returning in the foreseeable future. Looks like us plebs will have to use different airlines and those aren't direct either, the direct flights were a bonus.  

First time trip report- please be kind. 
Arrived Thursday night/Friday morning. Flight was uneventful and we landed at BKK at about midnight. Took about 20 mins through immigration and bags were already rolling out. Picked up my bag and went to get a cab. Stall number 46 was my guy, and away we went. The driver was hauling ass most of the ride, and then slowed down to a crawl on the mostly empty highway. I realized he didn't know how to get to The Raya- (thanks Vinapu), despite me showing him the address in Thai. I whip out google maps and then direct the ride for the final 20 mins. Upon arrival, I suggest the driver should pay me since I did the navigation. He didn't think this was quite as funny as I did, but I tipped him well so all was forgiven. Checked in, checked the apps, and passed out.
Friday- I decided to walk around to see what had changed since the pandemic. I walked past Green Massage to see if my guy was still there. It was relatively early, but there were only 2/3 people sitting outside, and my guy was not one of them. (When in Bangkok, I like to treat myself to a foot massage almost every day, as it's so cheap. I found a guy at Green that is great. Once, he convinced me to go upstairs for a full body massage, and it got sexy! He's not really my type, but he was so nice and eager, so I enjoyed the massage and the extras with him. Let's call him U. I figured he went back home during the pandemic and I would never see him again, but I went to check anyway. Hope springs eternal they say.) So, as I walked past the dog leg near Prime Massage, I am almost at Silom Road when I hear me name being called. Turn around, and there's U! He's a at Relax Thai Massage now- on the right after the dogleg. The guys there all wear black. Anyway, we hug and chat for a minute, and I tell him I will be back in an hour and get a foot massage. AMAZING start to Day 1. But I was on a mission so I continued on my way to: Foodland! I needed to get my favorite facial soap and they sell it there. I got the soap and some other things and check out. I was tempted to drop into the Unesco World Heritage Site 5 Michelin starred restaurant, but I had a foot massage scheduled and I needed to drop off my purchases. So we will have to save it's delights for another day.
Foot massage was great, as always, and U would stick his hands up my shorts and tickle my balls every once in a while- I would smile and he would giggle. He's very sweet and I am glad he is back in Bangkok. We chatted about the pandemic and losing work for so long (I also lost work the entire time) so I could fully empathize. Massage ended and Ieft with a promise to return the next day for another. Paid and tipped and went to lunch at Mango Tree. I have a tradition of Pad Thai at Mango for my first lunch in Bangkok. I also wanted to see the situation on that soi, so I walked down that way after lunch. Couldn't really figure out what was happening with the new place Queen or New Twilight or whatever- confusing to say the least. Will need further investigation.
Back to hotel to relax for a minute and shower as I was heading to Arena in the late afternoon.  I walked down Silom and into the plaza were Arena is. Went up and was met outside by the boss man. He said something as he opened the door, and about 20/25 guys all hopped up. I usually just pick a guy I like the looks of and see what happens. In this case it was a muscular guy who had a really great smile and seemed eager. So up I went with Mike. We got to the room and I took another shower. Mike comes in and he showers and is just as sexy naked as I thought. He speaks decent English and is nervously chatting and laughing. He tells me it's his first day, which of course I do not believe. But when the massage starts, I think- maybe it's true... Instead of a half-assed attempt at massage, I start to get pulled and twisted and pummeled as in a traditional Thai massage. This is unexpected, but very nice. The nervous chatter and laughter continues throughout. He also places little kisses and bites on my ass every once in a while- nice touch! About 20 mins later, he starts with the requested cream massage. This feels awesome and he uses his strong arms and body all over me. He grabs my hand and puts in on his nice sized rock hard cock. He then asks to fuck me- but I am a top so I say "I fuck you!"  More nervous laughter as he apologizes, but I say it's OK- no problem. We continue the massage and he starts to jerk me off and play with my ass. It's not gonna happen, but does feel nice. The ending was strong and I was sweaty. I get in the shower and he gets in with me and soaps me up and continues to grind on me and smack my ass- like we are in the locker room. He tells me several more times that I am the one to "open" him- meaning first customer. We dry off and get dressed and he playfully changes out my shoes with his- all the while laughing and joking with me. It was a thoroughly enjoyable experience for sure! Was I really his first customer? Or was that just more Magic of Thailand? I suppose there's no way to know, but it was a great afternoon.
Back to hotel, short nap, and then off to get some dinner. I stopped in Hotmale Beer Bar and had a pint. Chatted with the guys there, then on to Soi 4, as I haven't yet seen it with life. It was hopping at about 8 pm! Went to Circus and had some fried rice and another pint. Then off to Dreamboys to see how it was. I loved Lucky Boys, so I was hopeful. Well- let's just say the guys weren't great. Seated in the back and left alone by the managers, and there were probably 25 other customers inside. There were a few guys that would be fine, but as it was early, I paid the outrageous sum of 500 baht for my beer, and ventured over to Hotmale upstairs. Only 4 other customers there. But i ordered a beer and there were some cuties for sure. One guy caught my eye, number 32. Cambodian guy, super cute, gay, and speaks good English! Score! He goes and gets his clothes and I pay for our beers and the bar fine and off we go.
As it wasn't even 10pm yet, we walked back over to Soi 4, and a tout that I knew from BC (before covid) managed to pull us into Banana Room. The show was going on, so we were seated by the infamous Lucy. I am feeling generous, so I buy Lucy a drink, for old times sake. My Cambodian (S) enjoyed the show- said he had never seen it before. I also gave him a few red notes to tip the performers which he seemed to like doing. We watch the show and it ends with big cocks on the metal pole. Pay the tab and head out. 
We dropped back by Hotmale Beer Bar for a nightcap and talked. S was very touchy-feely and planted kisses on my cheek and lips. Very friendly and fun. Paid up there and went back to the hotel.
As soon as we get int he door, he drops his clothes. I ask if he wants a shower. No, he says. After, with you. Alright then. So we get into bed and he lived up to his promise to do everything. And everything we did. A really passionate and fun guy! We hopped in the shower after and went to bed. Snuggled all night then woke up and had a morning session. We got each other off again, showered and he left. So that's how my morning started on Day 2. He is a definite repeat.  More later...

You aren't John are you?
The guy who sat next to the boy I was drinking with and completely ignored me?

all trouble started when Moonlight models started asking for 5000 tips and their customers obliged , thus increasing tourist spending in Thailand which in turn led to strengthening baht.
Cheap charlies complaining that some, including me ,  are paying inflated tips can feel vindicated as it's clearly a case of us sawing off branch we are sitting on.
At least this is how I see source of today's troubles with strong baht, guilty as charged.

I've been in the same position, also at VT 7. The boys I met from bars and online all knew right away where to go. I cannot remember exactly where any of the ST rooms were. Mesmerized by the boys as I was...just followed them.

I have just returned back to Pattaya from a 5 day visit to Phnom Penh. After arriving at the airport the process was fairly painless to get the tourist visa. Bangkok Air give out the visa forms and make sure you have a 6 x 4 passport size photo and $US30 cash. I will try another airline next time. Bangkok Air are expensive and you are bussed to the plane waiting 10 minutes away at the terminal at Bangkok. The boutique lounge is ok each way but nothing special. I heard Chinese airline JC Air are good for price and service and also fly from my preferred Suvarnabhumi airport to Phnom Penh. They might be worth a try next time i fly to Cambodia.
 
Just outside the terminal at Phnom Penh it was easy to get a sim card and i used a $US5 cellcard which gives you 3GB for 7 days service. I then avoided the pushy taxi guys outside and took the short walk out of the terminal to the hotel across the road and used the Grab app to order a taxi, about $US7 to my hotel. On the return trip I took one of the new tuk tuks which are also available on Grab app and cost $US5 including a tip plus any Cambodia money that I had left over. The tuk tuk was cooler and faster through the traffic than the air con car I took previously from the airport when I arrived.
 
I stayed at the Highland Hotel which is very close to the Toolbox Bar but never again. Tour groups use the hotel so it can be noisy and overall a fairly average place to stay. I learned my lesson, better hotels from here on in and no tour group hotels.
 
I heard from friends in Pattaya that the Toolbox bar was very good so that was my first bar stop in Phnom Penh. Doug the owner of Toolbox has spent plenty of time in Thailand and has implemented his own ideas on how a successful bar should be run to make it entertaining and enjoyable for the customers.  What Doug has done with Toolbox bar works well and certainly was a lot of fun for myself and from my observations also for the other customers. The staff were very friendly, there was no begging for drinks and no mobile phones in sight on the 5 nights that I attended the bar. Most of the guys do have smart phones now compared to a few years back when they all had the old basic Nokias.
 
I did buy quite a few drinks at Toolbox and enjoyed chatting with the staff, most are studying English language so the conversation was quite good. When the guys had a drink they stayed with me instead of running off to chat with their friends or check grindr and facebook which happens quite often in the Thai bars.
 
At around 10pm and every 15 minutes till after midnight there was a very energetic dance routine by three or four very hot guys. Not a lip syncing ladyboy in sight and the guys really seemed to enjoy performing. The dancers mix with the customers or play some pool after the shows and were happy to chat, especially if you bought then a drink. I liked the high energy dancing and the breaks in between the shows were a good chance for a chat with the dancers and other staff and customers. I did not get free drinks or anything else to say good things about this bar, I had a good time there and this is my opinion. I am fairly bored with the rarely changing formula for entertainment or lack of entertainment used in most Pattaya bars, Nice Boys being one exception, so it was refreshing to see the shows and good attitude of the staff at Toolbox bar.
 
I think whether the staff are offable at Toolbox depends on how you connect with them but they are all gay. There are twinks, a couple of more lean muscle and average build guys. The off fee is $US10. There was a freelancer who was also on Grindr and hanging out with his friends at the bar and pool table with his shirt off and I did meet him in my hotel for $US20 the day after.
 
I walked past the Blue Chilli bar a few times but the staff looked mostly average build which is not my preference and I am over the ladyboy shows they have at 11pm some nights. From reviews online it is not strictly gay there anymore and there will probably be straight tourists including girls in there to watch the shows. Another customer at Toolbox on Saturday night had been at POC and Space bars earlier and did not have anything too complimentary to say about them. He did mention that if you like larger or more muscle build guys then those bars might appeal.
 
Heart of Darkness nightclub used to be the place to be after the gay bars had closed but that has become a backpacker haven and the music was extremely loud hip hop when I attended. I had memories of good music and many gay guys dancing and available there late at night from my previous trips to Phnom Penh but that seems to be history now. The gay guys prefer to go to Blueline club which plays Khymer music (Morlum style in Thailand) and is packed with customers every night.
 
There are masseurs advertising their services on Grindr and work at shops near the Riverside. Oil massage was $US10 for one hour and the happy ending which I usually refuse but because he was very good at doing so I let him continue and paid an extra $US10. He wanted me to go back the next day and fuck him but I had a very hot guy from Grindr in my room at that time. I gave him $US25 which included $US5 for the taxi. As far as the apps go there are many fake photos and you need to be careful to ask exactly what they will do and how much before making appointments. I only took one guy from grindr after seeing many photos and his assurance they were real. He would have been sent away if he was deceiving me but when he appeared he was very good looking and excellent sex, a very horny bottom.
 
There are many Chinese and other Asians visiting Phnom Penh, I went to the Naga World casino and I was the only non - Asian in both of the buildings amongst hundreds of people. I did hook up with a slim 26yo Chinese from the Blued app on a stopover to Siem Reap. He was a lot of fun and as usual with Chinese tourists that I meet in various countries there was no cost except for one drink which he had also offered to pay for.
 
There is not much to do in Phnom Penh in the day time if you have been there before and already visited the tourist sights. I took trips to the Aeon 1 and 2 shopping malls. Aeon 2 is larger and newer and built on a reclaimed lake and it is worth a trip just to see the development going on in Phnom Penh. There are hotels and condo buildings going up all over the city. I did notice some cruising happening in the toilet at Aeon 1 but there was always a cleaning lady hovering so I did not bother. For the more adventurous it might be ok but I would rather meet someone in the security of my hotel room. I might take some friends with me next time to Cambodia so we can go bowling or do some other activities together in the daytime.
 
I would not be interested to live in Cambodia. I went to the local market on Saturday and the lack of hygiene there was very evident. At least in Thailand they usually try and keep the flies away from the meat and fish. It is still a very poor country compared to Thailand which means there are many desperate people looking to make some cash. Security is also an issue with one street vendor warning me to keep my phone away from the street as someone might try to grab it while passing by on a motorcycle. In my opinion the facilities for foreigners are much better in Thailand. I did find most Cambodian people that I met to be very charming, especially the waiters and dancers at Toolbox bar and it was a good experience visiting Phnom Penh again for a change of scenery and bars.

A long time ago, maybe 18 years, I had an extended stay in Pattaya and during the last two weeks I acquired a 19 year old cute twinky “boyfriend” from the Euroboys Gogo in Sunee, which was a favourite of mine on account of the boys dancing in white lace up sexy briefs. The sex was excellent - I was 100% top then. On my last day I opened an email account for him because he had no experience of computers. This was of course when few Thais had mobile phones but were beginning to used internet cafes. I showed him how to use the account and mentioned about changing the default password.
On my return home I was suprised to find an email from him which had obviously been composed by someone else as his English was rudimentary. We exchanged emails and then one came to say he loved me and and wanted to leave the bar, go back to Isaan, and wait for my return, but mentioned his need for money and requested that I send some via western Union. I sent 5,000 baht which at 70 = £1 did not trouble me at all. A further request came a couple of weeks later on the same lines.
I had a naughty thought - and logged onto his email account due to him not changing the password. I was amused to find him writing to 2 other guys expressing love, and asking for money. The email exchanges were an education !. I terminated the correspondence by telling him to change his psssword.
On my return to Pattaya I found him again, said I had no hard feelings, and offed him several times, but “boyfriend” NO.

My time at Pattaya at an end, I made a two day stop in Bangkok before heading back to the airport.
 
Staying at the Raya, I decided to go and and see Hua Lamphong station before it closes next year. On the way via Sam Yan, I passed by a massage shop called Magic Hands. Very out of the way, but a quick google search suggested that was an M2M place so I thought I'd try it on the way back. When I arrived back there, I found the place deserted. All set up and ready to go, with music playing etc, I wandered right through the place freely. After waiting 10 minutes or so, I decided to head for a coffee instead. Whilst in the cafe, I happened to notice that another forum member was asking about the same massage place. I decided I would go back a little later, and this time, there was just one guy there who happily took my money and led me upstairs. Not especially good looking, but it emerged during the massage that he had a cock to die for, and in all respects it was a very good experience; I will definitely return again on a subsequent visit.
 
The next day, transferring for the afternoon to the Malaysia hotel, I went out for one final massage. I was aiming for Sanctuary Spa by A, but decided if I saw someone I liked at an alternative on the way, I would do that. I passed Magic Touch, but no one took my fancy. In fact there were a few guys smoking outside which was quite off-putting. No-one around in either of the other shops along the way, so Sanctuary Spa it was.
 
However, despite being the most expensive massage this holiday. It was a total disappointment. Massage was borderline ok but the guy wouldn't remove any clothes and didn't really know how to keep things flowing. I didn't even cum! I won't be going there again.
 
On my way back. I passed by one of the massage shops that was deserted earlier, only to find quite an attractive guy calling out to me as I went past. Damn, why wasn't he there earlier? Too late as the airport beckoned.
 
So a slightly disappointing end to my trip, but overall I can't complain. I have had another fantastic time.
 
Hope you enjoyed reading!

Day 9
 
Today I decided to go to Supreme massage (2nd road) and again opted for 90 minutes. This wasn't as good a massage; it was clear that he didn't really know how to fill more than 60 minutes and actually just repeated the massage room the beginning! When it came to the ending, there was no negotiation but he was happy without being asked, to strip naked and I ended up fucking him with him on top.
 
In the evening, I passed by one of the bars in Jomtien centre (on the road between the Venue and at Agate) and was rather attracted to a Cambodian lad. He definitely had the gift of the gab and striking looks to go with it. A few whiskeys later and he accompanied me back to the hotel.
 
He stayed overnight and part of the next day swimming before heading back to work.
 
While sitting round the pool in the afternoon, I was quite drawn to another guy who was around the pool area. He was talking to another farang but it wasn't clear if they were here together. It seemed the attraction was mutual as I found him looking at me several times during the afternoon. Eventually, as I was sitting outside my room reading, he came over to talk to me. No, the farang wasn't his boyfriend, they were just friends. Turned out he was from Laos so we had a chat about that. Then he asked to see my room. I said go ahead but he asked me to show him. Once inside, he made a grab for my crotch and kissed me. Seeing where this was going, I suggested I needed a shower and left him in the room while I did so, but when I turned round in the shower, he had come into the bathroom and was watching while I showered. It was actually quite a turn on.
 
Once dried, I went back into the bedroom and lay on the bed. At this point, he said he'd better not as his "friend" would be wondering where he was! What a tease!
 
So suitably primed but not fulfilled, I headed off in the rain for a massage in Jomtien. Continuing my tour of not-specifically-gay massage places, I settled on Sawasdee Spa, the furthest massage place on the left hand side of the road to Jomtien beach, opposite Country Road bar.
 
Again, a very competent massage and excellent handjob at the end without negotiation. No nudity (only curtains separate the "rooms") but good nonetheless!
 
Afterwards I popped into Dick's and whilst there my new Laos friend then messaged me to say he was in the pool and would I like to join him. Well great, but I'm not falling for that again! (Subsequently it became clear that he was staying with the other guest and I imagine that he was lining me up for when his other guy leaves. Too bad, I leave the same day! Not that he stopped there... I tend to go for a swim early evening and on several occasions he appeared from nowhere to swim at the same time).
 
Day 10 to 12
 
My new conversationally-challenged Thai bar friend contacted me in the morning asking if he could come swimming (aka as swimming, showering and sex). What a bother eh? Another really pleasant afternoon (that was to be repeated a few more times before my holiday was out). Although painfully difficult to chat with, he's good for playing in the pool and very good to cuddle in bed.

Day 5 and 6
 
A guy who I made contact with (but not met) on Jackd a while ago on my last trip and had been skyping a few times was coming to visit me, for a couple of nights as there was a Thai holiday. The skyping was for mutual benefit: he wanted to practise and improve his English and I wanted to do the same with my Thai. At no point had we discussed being in a relationship but during his visit it appeared that he considered us boyfriends. I might be naive here but we had never discussed such a thing! In fact, once when he asked me about sleeping arrangements, I told him there was a comfortable couch, or he was free to share the big bed, which he opted for.
 
Whilst in bed later, he then asked me when I last had sex: I lied that it was last week(!). This appeared to shock him as apparently he thought we were now exclusive! So it was a tad awkward and we spent the night on different sides of the bed.
 
The next day he decided to go back to Bangkok. I have to say I was quite relieved given the awkwardness. It's a shame though as the skyping might end now.
 
So, unspent, as it were, I headed to try out another Chivarome branch (South Pattaya road. Near the police box junction).
 
I picked a handsome Thai guy, opted for another 90 minutes, and had another good massage. Not the best hand and blow job (but then the bar has been set very high this trip) but his willingness to get naked was much appreciated and I left a happy man.
 
Day 8
 
I invited a lad I had met the previous evening at a Jomtien bar (which was closed for the day) to come and swim etc at my hotel. After a bit of a hiccup with him not bringing his ID card, the afternoon went well, and with the onset of some rain, we retired to the room where we had a great time together. The only painful issue is that his English isn't good and he seems to have no conversational ability in Thai, so I wouldn't especially want to take him for a meal and sit in silence.
 
However then my ex boyfriend messaged me saying he was driving down from Bangkok and would be arriving to see me at 5. So I had to encourage the bar guy to leave in time.
 
Needless to say the dash from Bangkok was less about seeing me and more about "borrowing" some cash. However he is going to drive me to Nong Nooch, then back to Bangkok on my departure, then to the airport after a couple of days.
 
To be continued

My first day in Pattaya started with my traditional trip to the Blind Massage place in Jomtien centre. Sadly my favourite masseur was only available for one hour rather than my preferred two hours, but I guess one hour is better than nothing.
 
Later on I ventured into Pattaya for various beauty treatments at the Royal Garden shopping centre. On my way back, I passed Pawanthip massage (just to the right of the Mike Hotel) and a cute guy got my attention. I have decided on this holiday to strike while the iron is hot - too many times I've decided the time isn't right and returned the following day to find no trace of the original attraction.
 
I think it made his day; the massage was good, and what I liked was he kept it very sensual all the way through. A real tease! When I turned over, a few cues from me and his t-shirt and shorts vanished. A very nice body, cock and arse I have to say and very enthusiastic.
 
So a really good start to my trip.
 
Day 2
 
I had been expecting a guy I had previously offed on a prior visit to come to me today, but he kept delaying the time and then finally arranged to come in the evening.
 
So I wandered down to Jomtien for a pedicure and then paid a visit to the usually reliable Fah massage in the complex. I was not disappointed by the highly enthusiastic masseur.
 
The guy I had previously arranged to meet turned up in the evening and we went to the Sketchbook Art cafe to eat, followed by a walk along the sea front. Returning to the room, we climbed into bed and all was getting nicely warmed up when he suddenly decided to give me a love bite on the neck. This is something I really hate and it wasn't as if we were yet in the throes of unbridled passion. Not only are they sore but I hate having them on display. I jumped out of bed to put some ice on it. I was now in a thoroughly bad mood and decided the evening was over. I asked him politely to leave which he did. Maybe harsh but I felt his actions were unnecessary and I won't be seeing him again
 
Instead of sex, I spent the next hour with ice and a banana skin. It's still going to be a few days before this one disappears.
 
Day 3
 
After a morning reading and swimming, as the weather was undecided, I ventured into Pattaya in short of a "proper" massage. Alighting at the police box, I walked up second road with my first stop Chivarome (the one in second road). Because of a downpour, all the masseurs were inside but, as luck would have it, a rather sweet looking guy came out having seen me looking at the menu.
 
Choosing a 90 minute oil massage was easy and so we ventured to a room on the top floor. What followed was possibly the best massage ever: not only was it very accomplished, but his technique also got me highly aroused during the whole session. The transition into a handjob about two thirds through was without words or annoying negotiation - just totally natural - with me able to feel his own erection through his clothes, and the massage continued afterwards to the full allotted time. I really couldn't fault this experience at all. Full marks!
 
Day 4
 
Passing by on a mission to secure another massage, if only to avoid the constant rain, I was accosted by a masseur outside Sea Massage. Not necessarily my type at all but the best of the bunch sitting outside. I would have found it awkward to switch anyway, so I agreed to a 90 minute oil massage.
 
Like Chivarome the day before, this was also a very good massage. A lot of gentle arousing touches in different ways kept me hard the entire time. Where it lost a few marks was firstly the negotiation of a "special massage" upon me turning over. Not that it was difficult but just interrupts the whole flow somewhat. The second thing was that he wanted to bite my nipples and was about to do the same thing to my neck. Why I'm suddenly becoming edible I have no idea, but he did desist when I gently asked him not to.
 
Later, I went for dinner in Cha cha cha and like vinapu went for the chicken and Cashew nuts. Hmm, I have to say I was a little disappointed. Note however I've eaten there a couple of times since and thought it was "good".
 
To be continued

Having planned to be in both Bangkok and Pattaya, I started my usual hunt for boys on Hornet a week before arrival.  My ideal age is 18 -23, slim, twinky bottom types.  I find sometimes that an initial ‘You want Sex?’ can first be met with ‘No’, but if you chat for a day or two, it can become a ‘Yes’, and then a ‘Yes Please’….  So the advance Hornet search narrowed down to two boys, both keen to meet, both early twenties twinky types.
 
Boy 1 and Boy 2 – 28th October.
Already lined up, chatted up, and both Boy 1 and Boy 2 keen to meet.  Neither are money boys.  One is a student, the other working in the ubiquitous Central. Photos give preference to Boy 2, so stall Boy 1 and arrange to meet Boy 2 on arrival.
 
Boy 2 is 22 years old, exactly the height and weight I prefer.  He comes to my hotel in taxi soon after I've checked in, asking if I can help with taxi fare.  Sure, no problem. Gorgeous boy, slim, smooth, dark dry skin, from Isaan farm. Shy at first in room, but once the lights are out and he is under the covers, turns into a tiger. Clearly experienced, and very hungry for sex. I top, and we cuddle for a long time after.  He can’t stay the night – staying in BKK with his sister (?).  So I pay his taxi fare back (120 baht), and we arrange to meet the following morning.
 
Boy 2 - Monday 29th October. 
 
Start on my shopping list with Boy 2 in tow, but only after a hot time in hotel room.  He is not so shy this morning.   He does his best to show me around town, but doesn’t know the BTS, and is not sure about directions.  After shopping, we are both hungry, and he fancies ShabuShi.  We indulge (800 baht) and then back to hotel room for more fun.  It’s been clear during the day that he has problems with eyesight, and as a student that isn't so good, so I take him for eye test and pay for a simple pair of glasses.  It’s a fair return for him, and something useful – not just party money.  I explain that I have other things to do the following day, and we part company both very happy.
 
Boy 3 - Tuesday 30th October. 
 
Boy 3 shows up on Hornet un-asked, and says ‘Hi’ to me without prompt. His pictures are ‘OK-ish’, he’s 21, and he has very few followers.  Chat on Hornet gets very steamy very quickly, and it’s clear that he’s well up for it. He’s working, and I am busy in the evening seeing old friends, so we plan to meet the following day.  Still not paid my usual visit to Soi Twilight or any of the surrounding bars, but that can come later.  And Pattaya on hold...
 
Boy 3 - Wednesday 31st October.
 
I had planned to be in Pattaya today, but early today had several messages from Boy 3.  He’s clearly very horny, and wants to know in detail what we might do later.  The tension mounts up during the day. He messages me throughout the day and I have to remind him not to chuck wow, so the trip to Pattaya is postponed.  He comes to my hotel immediately after he’s finished work. Hardly through the door and he’s shedding clothes!  He is very much nicer than his pictures, though a little on the tubby side.  I quite like that.  He wants to shower with me, and is very hard from the moment he comes to my room. So preliminary activities take place in the shower!  He wants to spend the night with me over the weekend, so I suggest that today we just somokee and chuck wow.  No way.  He is all over me, and I end up topping him for a very long time. I get the impression that for him it’s more about affection, and the comfort of another person to hug and caress than it is about getting his rocks off.  But they do come off – twice.  He has to leave fairly early because he lives with his parents and the don’t know he’s active (oh yeah?).  He cannot meet on Thursday for family commitments.
 
Boy 4 – Thursday 1st November.
Finally make it to Pattaya. After some sightseeing,  I catch the Jomtien bus from the Airport at 5.20pm arriving at 7.20 and book into Zing.  Crappy hotel.  Safe doesn’t work properly, and it’s bare minimum.  But it’s in the right place, and cheap.
Start the evening by visiting some of the host bars nearby.  In Sun Bar, see a boy I really fancy, chat briefly, and off him for a short time.  He agrees to do long time as well if it works out in bed.  But I’m also keen to visit Sunee, and doubt that I’ll be back in Pattaya this trip, so after a nice, but not stunning, short time, he returns to the bar and I’m off to Sunee via Songtaew.
 
To be continued.
 

As many days followed a similar pattern which risks becoming repetitious in the telling, I will end this report with a summary of a few observations and lessons learned.

This was not a normal trip for me. It was the longest time I have ever spent in Bangkok, the longest consecutive number of days I have spent with the same guy, no butterflying and Bangkok Guy is the only bar guy I have taken to serious restaurants, the most I have done in the past is a skybar for a drink or two. I am very comfortable with Bangkok Guy, he is very presentable (I would take a bet that I could take him to any country, any place and, apart from the Spring/Autumn thing, no one would bat an eye or think he did not belong) and we both like jazz and good food.

With that as background, here are some thoughts/observations.

·        With the exception of Bangkok Guy (or his clone) I would not take a bar guy beyond a general restaurant.

·        The street food and general restaurant food is all you need. Seriously.

·        If you are into food, the up-market Thai restaurants are worth going to for a treat.

·        Up-market European restaurants should be avoided for two reasons. (i) While they are good, they hold up in a comparison with similar restaurants overseas, in Bangkok they lose-out in comparison to up-market Thai restaurants. (ii) There is a much higher chance of encountering Hi-So Thais whose presence will make your companion uncomfortable.

·        If you can find out in advance, select up-market restaurants where the seating is more intimate so that your companion feels that they are with you and not generally on display to the room. A good general rule according to Bangkok Guy and also helps avoid Hi-So sightlines.

·        The jazz scene is great but it needs a calendar so you can see who is playing where each night. I have not been able to find one.

·        The skybars and the increasing proliferation of nightlife beyond the gay scene is fantastic.

·        The gay scene is alive and well. Reports of its imminent demise are over-stated. The change is in the clientele who are now predominately Asian and younger. I enjoy the improved audience aesthetic. J

My experience of the pricing structure of dining, for two people excluding alcohol, is as follows:

·        Street food. 100-150bt. Simple good food. Tasty and you could happily live off two meals a day. If you off a guy and suspect he might be hungry, offer to buy him some of this. You will enjoy eating it too.

·        General restaurant. 500-700bt. For 5x the cost of street food you get air-conditioning, a more substantial meal and better quality. You could live off one of these meals a day. You may also get entertainment, for example karaoke or descent live music. You do not need more than this and your companion will feel well-treated.

·        Up-market Thai restaurant. 3000-4000bt. For 6x the cost of a regular restaurant and 30x the cost of street food you are getting multiple courses (Bangkok Guy and I usually had five including dessert), roughly 3-4x the amount of food? You are very full after this meal. There is a much wider selection of dishes, the food is excellent and the difference in quality over a regular restaurant is enough to appreciate. The ambience of the restaurant is also multiple notches above a regular restaurant. Menus and service are in Thai (and English) so your companion will be comfortable. You can boost his status and let him select the food. If you enjoy food and there is a guy you like, well worth a treat.

·        Up-market European restaurant. 5000-6000+bt. For 1.5x-2x the cost of up-market Thai you may have less fun. The menu will be in the language of the cuisine plus English. It will not be in Thai. The staff will not speak Thai unless you request them to and even then they may squirm. Your companion’s hand will need to be held through this. You also run a higher chance of encountering a party of Hi-So Thais who you will not differentiate from any other group of well-heeled diners but your companion will, and he will not be comfortable being in a direct sight line.

We had one Hi-So encounter and although he got over it – we placed him with his back to them and by the third course he found the food prep at the table too interesting to not film – the strength of his reaction surprised me, even though I know Thailand to be very hierarchical. We discussed it over drinks at Vespers the next evening and the nuances were very difficult for me to understand. As best as I can grasp it, he felt that the restaurant was ‘their place’ and as such they would not like him, a very poor person, being somewhere that was ‘their place’.

Our favorite restaurant was Baan Suriyasai, to which we returned.  To my mind it was the most traditionally classy in a beautifully restored old house with great attention to detail. We both thought it had the best food. Bangkok Guy additionally liked the fact that we got our own little room. “Just me with you”.

Tonight is Muay Thai night. Bangkok Guy suggests we meet at 5.30pm but while I am having a quick coffee in the lobby he Lines me that he is running late. I reply “relax, not a problem” and get back “you ok?”, so I send back two stickers, one of a happy looking rabbit  holding up an ‘OKAY!’ sign and the other a thumbs up. Back comes a rabbit cuddling a bear. In the absence of Thai, sticker-as-a-second-language works.

We take the skytrain and then a ferry down to Asiatique. The sun is setting and the reflections of the lighted buildings and the apricot sun in the river are gorgeous. Disembarkation is delayed by a massive party boat which takes up the entire dock while the evening’s revelers board. We walk past stalls and bars and restaurants, one cooking crocodile on a spit which by some logic is paired with Jack Daniels, to the stadium where we buy tickets and Bangkok Guy is chagrined to find that our tickets are the same price, no discount for Thais. Tonight he is in charge, my only request is for air-conditioning, and for our pre-fight dinner he finds his way to a roast chicken place where we share a whole bird and a salad while a very good singer/guitarist plays in the background.

Then all hell breaks loose outside as a deluge of biblical proportions descends with accompanying thunder and light effects. Twenty minutes later we need to be on our way but the elements are enjoying showing we mortals who is boss and the torrential rain shows no sign of letting up. Bangkok Guy talks to the restaurant manager and signals “Come, we go” and I follow him to the covered area outside the restaurant crowded with sheltering refugees. The manager told him we could reach the theatre under cover, we just need to find the way, and Bangkok Guy rises to the challenge leading our intrepid band (well, me) with a few zigs, zags and doubling back safely to our destination.

The show is just starting and now I make sense of what he had tried to tell me in the restaurant. This is not regular Muay Thai. It is a show ‘Muay Thai Live: The Legend Lives’. After a momentary pang of disappointment I really enjoy it. It is a very professional production with excellent choreography, sound and light effects and it is well acted. It is a great education for a novice such as myself and a stage almost continually full of handsome buff guys (this is real functional muscle, not gym show-muscle) does not hurt. After the show there is an interval to take photos of the cast before two real fights and Bangkok Guy is down with the tourists snapping pics. He likes buff. The two fights show that the reality is scrappier and grittier than the elegant classically-named moves showcased in the production.  

It is still early as we head back to the hotel and I suggest we take in a show – maybe Jupiter? “You want? Ok”. We arrive just before 10pm. Bangkok Guy talks with the doorman who does his best to find us good seats in what is already a crowd, eventually bringing out two tall stools so we can sit in a gap to one side. I am not sure what Bangkok Guy told him, but he is very accommodating. More and more customers arrive, mainly Asian, so that by show time the area beyond and between the seating resembles a commuter train at rush hour. At the last minute the VIPs arrive to occupy the reserved seats next to us.

I suggest to Bangkok Guy that we each pick who we think is the hottest guy. As usual I like #23, who tonight looks great, to which he says “Yes, you like thin boy six pack” in a tone which suggests this is well-known. Watching his reaction to the guys I see his eyes and body follow #31, a buff guy who I guessed he would like, “You like?” “Yes” he says, shuffling on his stool as though he has just divulged a State Secret. He has clearly seen this guy around and fancies him. I suggest he should get him, “No, he straight, like girl, not like me, I not have money, if you give money you can have”. Thus the bar scene is neatly encapsulated. He sees my eyes following #23 and tells me I should have him, he does not mind, he will call him over. “No, tonight I do not want boy with number, want boy in Adidas”, he is puzzled for a moment and then realizes that he is wearing an Adidas shirt and smiles, “Still can have”. I agree variety is good, but I am happy with the one I came with. We both enjoy the show and I finally get to see the hula-hoop guy whose act is fun. 

Leaving Jupiter Bangkok Guys says he is a little hungry, am I? No, but I am happy to go with him to find something. He heads to the food vendors next to the bank with ATMs just down from Twilight and gets a Pad Thai to go, 50bt. I try a little back at the hotel and it is good. You can eat well cheaply in Thailand.

In the morning Bangkok Guy and I follow our own schedules. While he practices for Olympic gold in sleeping, I work at the desk in the room, my typing and coffee making not disturbing him in the least.

We have established good relations with our housekeeper who knows that the room will not be available to clean until the afternoon. The first day, seeing that there had been two occupants even though it is booked for one, she left it arranged for two. A bottle of water on each side of the bed, additional towels and soaps. I found her cleaning another room, confirmed that she was assigned to our room and gave her a tip that I explained was for the whole stay. She beamed. A few minutes later she knocked on the door. “This for whole stay?”  “Yes”  “I not clean whole stay, have holiday, my friend clean two days” she said offering me back the money to sort out this piece of accounting. I took out two days of tips and she left very happy (she now waves to me from down the corridor) and I will tip her friend when she takes over.

A little after midday Bangkok Guy ceases his exertions for gold and heads to the bathroom with much theatrical stretching. He has been sleeping in one of my t-shirts which rises revealingly with each stretch, which is the point. Satisfied that I have taken all this in he slips into the bathroom, sticks his head back out to smile at me and disappears into the shower. I think you know the rest of this story. It has a happy ending.

He heads off to class and again I spend the day between the pool and working in the room.

This evening Bangkok Guy is going to a market with his sister and cannot meet for dinner. We agree to meet around 10.30pm and go to a bar with jazz at the Landmark where he has previously heard good “sing song”. The late start gives me an opportunity to explore the bars and see for myself the changes since my last visit. While I know Bangkok Guy would visit the bars with me, I also know that there is a difference between what he will go along with and what he actually wants to do. I’d rather not take advantage of his good nature.

I start my bar Odyssey at 9pm. The set up – short time, many things to see - reminds me of a guide to hitting the high points of the Louvre in 30 minutes written decades ago for Esquire. The early start time will negatively affect what I find at the bars. That said, here goes.

Start at Moonlight, about which I have heard so much. Manager is concerned that I am arriving so early. “Please welcome, show at 10.30, look, maybe like boy now, anyway come back for show no charge again”. About 12 boys, a few on rotation, most sitting talking on the side. About five customers. Viewing from the bleachers I prioritize face, personality (as revealed on the face) and body in that order. All toned bodies but only one face gets my attention and I can’t see his number as he is sitting.

Next is G-Boys whose touts at the soi entrance had tried to get my attention earlier on my way to Moonlight. Now I am back and interested they are happy – their gaydar was right the first time! Around 20 boys of a variety of types and five nationalities according the mamasan, although I am not sure she really knows as the boy she told me was Lao informed me he was Cambodian. Two boys catch my eye, the one with a very handsome face looks a bit distant however. Mamasan tells me he is Vietnamese and top only. The other is the cute Cambodian. I tip mamasan and the Cambodian guy, who gets off the stage to accompany me to the door. 

Outside one of the door guys who is both attractive and well-spoken says they have another bar to which he will take me and he proceeds to lead me to my first ever visit to Screw Boys. Slightly shabby, five guys, three of whom look like they are still waking up. One guy is a standout. Muscular, handsome, a lot of personality as viewed from the bleachers – he cocks an eyebrow at me, a go-go first. I tip him as I leave.

Now to Jupiter where I get a seat a few rows back (closer vacant seats are reserved) and switch to whisky on the rocks as I am beginning to feel waterlogged after three lime juices. Many guys, all stunning bodies, only a couple of faces that appeal, one of whom is a guy I do not recognize from the last trip. Quite tall, #81 I think. He reminds me of an ex. #23 who I found very attractive in January is still attractive but has slipped from chiseled to a fraction gaunt. It has got to be stressful maintaining your looks for nightly appraisal.

Onward! In Twilight I go first to Dream Boys where after a warm welcome the host is deflated to find that I am only looking tonight. No finder’s fee for him. Although the drink was good (a very generously poured double, perhaps in the hope that alcohol would weaken my resolve) none of the dancers caught my eye so back out to the soi faster than expected where, looking around for the next stop on the tour, I see the sign for Classic Boy at the far end of the soi. I have never taken a boy off from Classic Boy, my impression being that the boys there need to eat more. Clients were becoming more numerous in each successive bar and now, a little after 10pm, Classic Boys was about three quarters full. About twenty boys, mostly small and veering toward fem, however to my surprise two guys caught my eye. One was a darker quite masculine little guy with an intelligent face and the other was slightly taller with a perfectly proportioned body softly carved from pale marble and a nice smile. I tip them both.

Back out on the soi, 10.15pm and I was about to enter the bar with the guys in feathers outside when it hit me that I should really freshen up before meeting Bangkok Guy. It was a sticky humid night. So ended the tour, curiosity satisfied and in the shower I reflect that I am very pleased to be with Bangkok Guy. 

When he arrives Bangkok Guy needs to change. It had been sticky and crowded in the market “Soo many people” and thinking ahead he had brought a change of clothes. I tell him about visiting the bars and he says “Oh?” with a smile. I get the feeling that the communication here is that he understands I am a human with faults and foibles and that this particular foible is one which I am permitted but which may be corrected at some point. 

We arrive at the bar at the Landmark to find a deserted grand piano and mic stand. Too late, so a quick change of plan and we are off to 360 at the Millennium, or we would be if we could find a cab. No one wants to drive over the river. We do what would have been the sensible first option, we take the skytrain. It is such a humid evening that between trying to catch a cab and walking to the train I am beginning to drip, to Bangkok Guys amusement. I gratefully dry down in the train aircon and when we disembark spot a cab with some relief. “But hotel not far, we walk” Bangkok Guy deadpans. We take the cab and he claims ownership of my right hand, holding it between both of his.

As usual the band is great, the view wonderful. But no ‘sing song’. This week it seems is instrumental jazz week in Bangkok. The vocalists are on tour. Bangkok Guy tries to take a selfie with the view but can’t get the angle he wants so I take it for him and unintentionally launch myself into a new career as his pictorial social diarist. I took multiple rapid shots as you do in a photoshoot and after he deletes the duds he is very happy with the remaining few, so my new role is sealed. The contract arrives soon.

Heading back to the hotel he gets a call. A friend wants to meet for dinner. He is hungry. Would I like to join them, or would I like to go to the hotel and he will be there later? Dinner with friend will not take long. I say I will join them. Bangkok Guy gives new directions to the cab driver, who drops us just down from soi Twilight. Dinner turns out to be at one of the tables on the footpath near the green bank with cash machines. My guess is that Bangkok Guy’s friend works somewhere nearby in the gay scene although I don’t recognize him from my bar tour. While his language, mannerisms and even facial expressions are Thai he does not look Thai. It turns out he is first generation Thai, his parents having come from India. Full assimilation in one generation, impressive. Over the years I have seen a number of guys at the bars who do not look Thai or who look mixed. I have also found that among the Thais with whom I do business, when you go back 100 or 200 years, there is more often than not some foreign heritage in a branch of the family tree. Thailand may have been successfully assimilating people for a long time. 

The footpath food is very good. A big bowl of tasty brown soup with two chicken legs, rice, noodles, sprouts and vegetables mixed in. 200Bt for three, a little over $2 each. The next day my stomach is totally happy.

We agreed to set the alarm for the morning as I had a Spa appointment for a Thai massage and he had class. However, in the event he remained the same sweet immovable lump in the bed that he was last trip. Something was lost in translation. 11am was my deadline, not his, and I left him blissfully curled in the duvet. If sleeping was an Olympic event, he would guarantee gold for Thailand.

The Thai massage did wonders and reinvigorated I bounced back into the room just as he exited the shower, also reinvigorated and looking to play. Bangkok Guy has several little quirks that make me smile quietly, one of which is his behavior when he wants to get me into bed. He makes sure he is almost naked (in this case a hotel robe loosely tied) and becomes bashful and coquettish. It works. After some pleasant tantric exercise he goes to class and I give a list of restaurants to the concierge and then spend the afternoon alternating between the pool and working in the room.

It was too late to get reservations that evening for any of the restaurants on the list and the concierge suggests we try Baan Suriyasai, which we do. It is in an old white-painted colonial house in Silom and it is gorgeous.  There are not many customers and with a choice of tables we select one upstairs in its own little room with a view over the courtyard. I tell Bangkok Guy that he is in charge of selecting the food, which he does in deep conversation with the waitress. Although I have no idea what is being said, he and the waitress are getting along very well, which I have noticed is always the case when he is interacting with fellow Thais. The radius of his charm extends beyond me.

Bangkok Guy carefully photographs each dish and then we eat. The food is excellent and, possibly this was his intention, captures some of the variety in Thai cuisine. Crab in a green curry, pork belly (strips of layered meat and fat) accompanied by two types of soft boiled egg in a vegetable broth and a dish of a crunchy dried fish and fried basil leaf mixture. We vote the pork our favorite and he tells me one day he will cook it for me, he can make it and the crab curry. Comfortably full we take a taxi to The Living Room at the Sheraton Grande to listen to jazz.

There is a really good jazz quartet playing to a half full room and we settle in with drinks, a Malibu and pineapple for him (this is similar to the cocktail the mixologist at Vespers came up with for him last trip, so it looks like he has adopted it) and I start with an aqua vitae to settle my stomach. When he smells it his face is a picture of shock. How can I put something like that anywhere near me let alone inside me? Best not to drink it but if I have to (I explain it settles the stomach) then drink it quickly so he does not have to smell it! He really does not like alcohol. My subsequent martini is less shocking but still well outside the bounds of anything he finds interesting.

After a while floating along with the jazz he seems a little restless. I ask how he is liking it – “no sing song”. Turns out that while we both like jazz he particularly likes jazz vocals, which by coincidence was what we encountered everywhere last time.

In the taxi on the way back to the hotel he surprises me by curling up on the seat and resting his head in my lap. I am touched, but also think I may need to watch and manage his expectations. I do not want to lead him into unrealistic expectations.

The taxi driver meanwhile is completely fine with all this. Taxi drivers are universally completely fine with Bangkok Guy who chats away with them while holding my hand (in taxis my hand belongs in his, in his lap) or leaning on me. Head-on-lap does not cause a ripple in the Bangkok taxi driver universe.

I have to chime in. The two elaborate and complete responses to Spoon blew me away.  I can't imagine anywhere else you could get such a complete and honest response about something so personal to the person who is considering such a new adventure.
 
My thanks to Divine Madman and Vinapu. Just clicking Like This did not seem enough!

Here's what I do (and if I say something obvious I'm not trying to be condescending, just trying to be complete):
 
Door-to-Door.  As you note, yes, pay airfare.  Personally I wouldn't worry about the taxi or anything more "door-to-door".  [bTW - I would never give the money to the lucky guy to buy the ticket.  I buy the ticket for my companion so it can't be turned in for cash.  You do have to be careful that he doesn't need to present the credit card at check-in if you're not going to be with him.  I think Air Asia easily accommodates buying a ticket for a third party at the time of purchase.  Otherwise a travel agent can easily arrange it.]  
 
Off-fee.  Yes you are responsible for the off fee, but I would still make sure to ask him.  In my experience the guys love the idea of saving a favored customer some money, so if they have time-off available maybe, just maybe, they might be able to take time off from the bar and not have to pay the off-fee (or in their case, the "not showing up for work" fee).  But as things are ramping up to high season don't count on it.
 
Daily Fee.  Here's where others may have different experiences.  I don't particularly do regular "long-times," so for a guy I would be traveling with there's just the usual 2,000 per off.  [Obviously BKK prices]  When I make my proposal to the guy, I just take that 2,000 number and multiply it by the total number of days (counting travel days) and tell them that big total number I will pay.   4 day total trip I would just say I will pay 8,000 (plus money for bar fine).  I've never had anyone counter back saying, no it should be long-term blah blah blah.  I can absolutely understand a guy who would say, "no you should pay me for long-term."  But so far it has never happened to me.  Of course he will be happier if you offer him long-term rate, particularly if that 's the regular number you pay him.  I don't have a history with a guy of paying that so I think they're just used to the usual amount I pay.  I know that there are customers who say you shouldn't pay the full amount because the guy might not get off'd every day, etc."  If saving that money is essential to you, then bargain away.  It might have negative effect, it might not.   (Of course, if he's any good he might get off'd those days, and there's clearly an opportunity cost for him.)  For me I would never consider asking someone to take less than short-term rate for 24 hours of service as a travel companion.  But I am lucky, so far guys have been very happy to travel with me.
 
Food and Beverages; Incidentals.  Yes you are responsible for food and drinks.  But very very very often the guy I have been with has bought the occasional beverage or snack for us both, or paid  taxi fare (sometimes with spending money I've given him - but also even if I haven't given spending money).  Tourist fees such as museum or park admission fees, rides, etc., all the customer's responsibility.
 
Shopping.  I don't do "shopping" for the guys I'm with (but sometimes I give them some extra spending money, elaborated on below).  To be honest there was one exception to the no-shopping rule.  I was traveling with someone for a couple of week in VN and 3/4 of the way through his family was constantly pestering him and he had to send every Dong home to pay for his brother's school fees.  I could tell he was a little crest-fallen as he transferred the money -- all that time with a customer and no money to show for it -- so I took him shopping to buy sneakers and jeans.  And he was truly grateful and has remained grateful to this day.  But that's the exception.  Because of the rumor mill that some customers like to buy the guys stuff, I let anyone I am with know very clearly that I don't do shopping, and I've never had a problem with it.   But if you want to take your guy shopping, by all means do!
 
Pocket Money.  I don't do shopping but on  a longer trip I give my companion a little money in the local currency and tell him it's so he can buy something for himself or pay for drinks or dinner sometime.  More than once the guys have returned the money to me at the end of the trip.
 
SIM Card.  I get a local SIM for myself and I also get one for my companion, so he can stay in touch with friends and family and post those prized pictures on Facebook.   For him, just internet/no calling.   I think giving him the SIM card is essential.
 
General Considerations.  This not financial, which is what you are asking about, so feel free to skip!
 
Make clear your expectations on sex.  If you have the stamina of Numazu, ggobkk or Vinapu, then you should let the guy know ahead of time it's sex a few times a day.  I'm more of a once-a-day guy, with the occasional rest day, so not so much an issue.  
 
Communication is really your responsibility.  (Of course we could say your companion is an equal partner and equally responsible, but the truth is, he's not.)
 
I always build in a little "alone time" every day.  Truth is I do this for myself, but all that togetherness might be difficult for him too.
 
I've travelled with guys who in their ordinary lives just don't go to sleep until 5-6:00 am regardless of whether they got home at 1:30 am or not.  I let them know they will be on "my" schedule, so we can do the touristy stuff, but I've come to accept and accommodate that they are suffering the equivalent of jet lag.  So late breakfasts.  Always an opportunity for them to get a real nap, not just "afternoon delight" for me.  With any luck your guy won't be like this, but I seem to attract the later nighters even though I'm a morning person.  
 
Your guy might have lots of experience traveling, and he might not.  I always try to be a bit sensitive to the idea that things I take for granted he might not know, so I usually try to lead by example.  I've done several trips with guys where it's been their first time and there's a lot for them to absorb.
 
When guys travel with me there is always a lot of exploration, sightseeing, touristy stuff, even walking around.  Of course this makes them absolutely miserable.  One day out in the sun will darken their skin and it will take them many weeks and much toxic skin creams to get them back to the light skin they need for work.   I try to be sensitive to this.  I always bring good strong sunscreen, the good kind that doesn't cause acne.  Or I give my travel umbrella to my companion to use as a parasol.  At an historic site I may give them the chance to sit in the shade while I keep exploring -- of course only after I've taken pictures of them that they can post on Facebook to show their friends...  As much as I may like their skin darker, for them it's about business and their own sense of vanity, both of which I respect.  
 
Dining almost always turns out to be the most stressful part of every day every trip, and over the years I've learned to make much more of an effort to find places to eat where my companion can be happy.  This can mean finding a Thai restaurant in Ubud, Bali (for example),  or just making sure the menu has pictures.  (Of course if my companion is from the particular country I'm visiting this is a bit easier, but still I wouldn't insist on going to restaurants that only serve food that I am used to if my companion isn't used to it as well.)  I might crave a bagel or pastry for breakfast in Vientiane, but that's not "breakfast" for my companion, and I understand that.  Every day eating only farang food will make him unhappy.  This also of course means being attentive enough to understand that my companion may say "up to you" when he means "I really want food I'm used to [or whatever], but you're the boss."

Monday – Butterfly back to Bangkok
 
Up at 5am – three hours deep sleep.  Not enough, but still on a high from last night’s exhilarations.  Think about delaying my return to Bangkok by a day and possibly recreating last night…but know that’s a bad idea.  Though both Pez and Sys have sent me messages and emoticons galore.  I reply with emoticons.
 
Morning walk to Dongtan Beach as the sun rises.  Back at hotel, with a pastry in hand, I make some tea and find that some more sleep is possible.
 
Up, breakfast at The Poseidon, the cross over to the TMB bank’s ATM for a cash infusion.  Back to the hotel, finish packing which takes only a moment as I barely unpacked.  Mike’s car service scheduled for noon, arrives (as I expected) at 11:20.  Driver has only a minimum of English…which is better than my Thai.  So, I ride in the back and doze.
 
Trip back to Bangkok takes close to 3 hours.  Traffic and he driver avoiding tolls.  I’ve changed hotels and will spend my last three nights at the Tarntawan Surawong (new name for the Tarntawan).
 
First thing I notice is there is some heavy-duty work being done in the courtyard near the entrance.  I assume it’s part of the new management’s program to upgrade the place…this theory is demolished within seconds of my registering as the desk clerk tells me the hotel doesn’t have any water (!). 
 
I’ve prepaid Agoda for my stay and am stuck.  Security guard, who is new to the staff as I knew it, takes me up to room 603 which has a view of Prime Massage from its windows.  Room is clean with all the usual amenities including a return of the welcome drink and fruit basket.
 
I plug in my electrics and go out for a massage.  I head for Prime as anticipating no water works against an oil massage which (for me) requires two showers, one at the shop, and one back at the room to get rid of the oil.  So, I submit to another two-hour bout of Prime practice.  What’s interesting is that when I arrive, I am the only customer in the foot massage area (first downstairs room by the registration desk).  This does not last as all the chairs are full before long and I observe a very steady stream of folks coming down for their shoes after their massage.
That said, usual Prime program where after being folded and bent and kneed in my back, I emerge feeling wonderful. 
 
Observation – Indra Massage’s location is now an Art Massage outpost, Indra has moved a few doors to the right. 
 
Back at the hotel, there is now an enormous truck carried piece of Machinery making lots of noise.  In the room, I turn on the tap and release a stream of brown water…this is a good sign and I let the water run.  Maybe fifteen minutes later it runs clear.  Toilet flushes brown water and after a few flushes is clear.  Ditto for the shower – though there is little water pressure.  Glad I had a shower in Pattaya.
 
It’s now around 8, so I head out for dinner, thinking I’ll try the French Restaurant in Patpong, mentioned by DivineMadman.  It’s located to the right of Screwboys and Too Boys across from the cart that sells sex toys and lady’s lingerie.  There was no one, other than staff, in the restaurant and the menu looks too similar to The Poseidon’s (i.e. heavier than I want tonight).
 
So, I head to Soi 4 and have dinner at G’s, the German restaurant.  The owner is a bit of a character, and his staff keeps the pace humming.  Good wheat beer.  Food is heavy (see hypocritical note on avoiding heavy meal at French restaurant, above). 
 
Head back to Twilight, have a drink at Maxi’s, let Pau catch me up on what happened over the weekend.  Tom, Maxi’s owner, stops by and asks how I found Pattaya.   I mentioned how quiet Boyztown was, he says he’s head that both Copa and Ambiance have been bought by Chinese interests.  Copa is about to reopen (from what I could see the remodel looked to be a definite improvement.  If the rumor is accurate, one wonders how the new owners will market the hotels and to whom.
 
Decide to check in at Hot Male upstairs, seated only for a few seconds before surrounded by the Viet boys.  Peter asks me to take him off, but I decline with a smile.  The mamasan joins us, I converse and watch the show.  I’m drawn to #31.  Check with the mamsan.  All the usual things to check off are checked off.  When Peter goes on stage for his number, one of the other Viets takes it on himself to call #31 over to sit with me.  I like what I see, his voice is a bit disconcerting as its pitched higher than most.  He’s Cambodian…story of my week.  We negotiate…nothing extraordinary.  Off to the Tarntawan, guests still required to turn in their identification.  We adjourn to the 6th floor.  All is well and good, but not as good as the previous night.  I’ve adjusted my standards…  He departs, security checks to see if I still alive.
 
 
Tuesday
 
Up at a reasonable hour, go down to breakfast, new breakfast staff, same menu.  Notice that most of the others are male/female couples.  Talk with some newlyweds from Mexico.  Seems the hotel is marketing to honeymooners.  Organize my day – knowing that I might be back in November for almost a two week stay, I decide to check out Bandera Suites which has been recommended to me for both price and service.  Location puts it closer to Babylon and The Prince.  Find it and am given a tour of possible rooms (major difference is the location, the higher the floor the pricier the room.  Like the pool and gym, definite possibility.  Later I’ll mention this to Tom at Maxi’s and he tells me he has several regulars who stay there.  Have to think about this.
 
Walk to Pilot Pen and pick up some pens, I like the 1.0 gel pens.  Now, I’ve been walking for a while and decide to go to Central World and walk indoors, also want to visit Isetan looking for a gift for some friends at home who love everything Japanese.  Do not find anything in my price range.  Stop at Greyhound for lunch on my way back to the BRT.
 
I get off and start walking down Silom, as I pass Soi 4, I see Nim; Nim sees me.  Do I want a massage?  I say “yes”, but later.  I pick up my shoes from Tony Leather, need to wait a bit while an adjustment is made. Then to Excelsior to pick up my suits.  I ask the guys to fold everything to make it easier to pack.  I watch and wonder if I can duplicate this art form.
 
Back to Tarntawan, see new manager, who is a nice guy, and he thanks me for my patience with the water problem.  Speaking of water problem…I’m ready to find Nim for a massage but the skies have opened up and it’s raining in buckets.  Eventually it clears. And I head to Soi 4.
 
Nim is available…we agree on ninety-minute massage.  This time is very different, first, the restaurant is open, so I can see where the stairs are.  Second, Nim makes it an intimate, romantic massage and we are intertwined for most of the hour…note, this time, the room had the mat on the floor, no massage table, no shower in room.  Worked better for us.  Nim is a find. 
 
Back on the streets, I pick up some “Genuine Thai Silk” shirts “just like Jim Thompson” at 250 baht each, no wonder Jim Thompson disappeared.
 
Drop the shirts off and head over to Maxi’s for updates from Pau and some food.  Actually, I had a mix of appetizers rather than a meal.   I know I didn’t finish it and invited X and another boy form HM2 to join me and finish what was there.
 
Talk a bit more with Tom, he’s added music on Friday nights and has some very full houses.  Business is good at Maxi’s.  It will soon improve even more with the arrival of PaulSF.
 
One of my goals was to visit the new clubs, I still hadn’t made it to G Boys.  As the Hot Male grabber in chief attempts to have me go upstairs and I tell him where I am going, he decides to take me there and introduce me (is there a commission?).  Which he does, and I am greeted by two red jacketed waiters and a mamasan, and then a second mamasan.  I am the only customer.  Eight boys on stage in rotation and two coyotes. 
 
Boys are all twinks.  Two look to be underage, mamsan tells me they are 18.  Mamsan is a techie and shows me photos of the boys on her phone and indicates by number the ones who might appeal to me.  Some more customers enter, and they immediately call over the two that looked underage.  I nod to one of the coyotes and to an another who has curly hair (a bit of a rarity).  Coyote is from Thailand but is more into watching the other coyote than in any interaction.  The other boy, a Cambodian (no surprise, this week) is all over me, hands roaming, and head on my chest. 
 
I send the coyote back with 100 baht for his time.  I off the other, name Rit Rit. He stays with me for almost three hours.  Most of the time he’s just intertwined with me, holding me close.  Intimacy is there, and intimate activities are ok.  Very gentle boy, about 2am, I suggest that it’s time for him to go.  More cuddling and he leaves around 3am.  With Nim earlier and Rit Rit its being a different kind of interpersonal day from my last night in Pattaya.  Pleasing in its own way.
 
 
Wednesday – last full day
 
Up around 9 (late for me).  Breakfast, more hetero couples and a family.  Tarntawan is definitely different than in the past.  No one is dining with someone who might have been an overnight off.  Miss the comparing.
 
Not much planned, need to pack, and need a few gifts for my friends in China who I will be seeing in a week.  Off to MBK and a chance to get in some more walking mileage.  BTS back, see Nim on my way back to hotel.  We exchange Line contacts. 
 
At the hotel, I take a long nap, as I need to leave for the airport at 4am to catch the first of my flights home. 
 
When I wake up, it’s 6pm.  I head over to Maxi’s to begin saying goodbye. I buy Pau a drink and we talk a bit between his helping other customers. Say goodbye to Pau and Tom, then a goodbye drink with X at HM2, a stop upstairs at Hot Male and goodbyes to the Viets, #31, and mamasans.
 
While I was at Maxi’s, I sent a Line message to Nim to see if he could join me after his shift ended.  “Yes” is the reply and we meet at the hotel.  He stays with me until the alarm wakes us for me to get my act together and go to the airport.  Say goodbye to Nim in the room, he helps me to a taxi.  
 
At airport in less than 30 minutes.  I have Gold status with ANA, at check in, I’m told my seat has been moved to Premium Economy, so I’ll have a window seat and the rest of the row will be empty.  I take advantage of my age and use the monks and air crew priority line for immigration.  I'm through all the formalities in about ten minutes.  Three minutes of which was for security to decide if my battery was ok to fly with.  It was.
 
At the Star Alliance club (managed by Thai Airways) a light breakfast and some tea.  Reply to a bunch of messages from Nim, Pez, Rit Rit, and Sys.  All could have careers in marketing.
 
I started out this trip with the intent to be a butterfly.  Goal achieved.  Not going to try to rate the different experiences.  Though, I can say there were no bad moments with the guys, I didn’t feel pressured for tips nor were any encounters rushed.  The Pattaya guys and Nim linger most in my now week-old memory bank.
 
Hope I haven't run on too long and not bored those who have read my jottings.

Sunday
 
Lots of noise during the night even with the double glazing on the windows, goes on all night.  I tend to sleep thought anything and treat it as background noise.
As I wake I think back on the final hours of last night, now that I’ve seen Pez in his full glory, I can best describe his body as that of a water polo player, which is slightly stockier than a swimmer. 
 
I can’t get the guy I saw at Toy Boys out of my thoughts…actually, I don’t try to get him out.  I recall that before he got on stage he was called over to meet some Chinese who had come in…I admit I had a minor jealous response and was relieved when he didn't sit with them.  I also appreciated that Pez was willing to yield to this guy.  Glad he didn’t as it was a most excellent evening.
 
Today is semi arranged.  My friend Ya is coming by to take me around and show me what he’s doing.  Many readers of the Fay Thailand forum will be familiar with Moses’ postings about the Siam Roads guides.  When I first booked with Siam Roads Ya (YaYa) organized the details and set me up with another guide, Mac, who was great.  Later he and I traveled to Laos and the River Kwai.  He left off being a guide to take up an opportunity in Pattaya to manage some properties owned or rented by some Americans.  We kept in touch and when I mentioned I’d be in Pattaya we agreed to meet and have lunch.
 
I got up and went out to take a walk to Jomtien Beach on the way there and back, I observed the empty buses coming to the larger hotels and picking up groups of Chinese tourists.  On the walk back, I picked up some pain chocolate and a croissant from the pastry shop, made some tea back in the room, caught up on the news, checked email, etc.
 
Ya and I agreed on noon as a meeting time, he’d said he’d pick me up at the hotel.  From traveling with him, I anticipated he wouldn’t be early like Mike’s Taxi.  I went down to the lobby and talked with Heiko the owner/manager and Chef Bart who were having breakfast. 
 
Ya kept texting me that he was on his way and arrived in a taxi around 1pm.   One of the guys whose properties he manages was rising along.  We hit it off as we are close in age and some experiences.  They treated me to lunch and then took me round to see the three properties.  All this time, the skies are just pouring rain.  It was good to catch up with Ya.
 
I’m back at the hotel around 4 and go to Fah to have a massage.  Pleasant, average, but I declined a HE as I was thinking about tonight.  I fully decided I’d go back to Toy Boys and see if I could find the guy who so caught my imagination.
 
Since it’s so close, I stop at the pastry shop, where they now know my name, and have tea and a dessert.  Lots of chocolate!
 
Back to the room for another shower and a sort nap.  Find several messages from Pez.  I reply, tell him, he’s my fall back tonight.
 
I head into town early as I want to walk along the waterfront and visit Sunee.  I'll never get to Sunee as I get distracted and then decide to have some street food.  I arrive back at Boyztown around 8:30pm, the Toy Boys papasan recognizes me as does the object of my desire who is eating at a table outside of club.  Papasan says to comeback at 9 when the boys begin work.  I go to Panorama for a drink checking out the work being done at Copa, looks close to being finished. 
 
I’m one of two customers at Panorama and invite a waiter to sit with me.  At 9pm there is a BBB parade.  About 20 in the line only one not wearing a shirt. Not a lot of energy but a lot of coaching on the song (!).
 
It’s now 9:10 and time to return to Toy Boys.  I give the waiter who sat with me 100 baht.
 
Papasan welcomes me back, my goal is already on stage. While, I’m the only customer, I don't want to take any chances of anyone else coming in and seeing what I see.  I smile and nod, he joins me.  I order drinks, he wants a Coca Cola.  He’s Cambodian – theme of this week.  We discuss possibilities, I make all the appropriate signs to the papasan, Sys (that’s an approximation of how I heard his name), goes to get dressed as I pay the fee.  The papasan asks me to ask my friend from last night (Pez) to consider working for him (!).
 
Sys returns, very fashionably dressed in a ballcap.  His V-shape torso obvious to all.  He asks where I’m staying, I tell him, and he takes my hand and heads off toe the baht bus stop.
 
On the bus, he takes and holds my hand.  At Jomtien we walk to @Home and Pez see us and comes over.  He asks that I call him when I’m finished.  He and Sys talk a bit…I suspect trade secrets about me.  As Sys and I walk back towards the Poseidon, I ask if he’d consider a three-way with Pez.  He says yes, we go back and off Pez.  Back in the room, showers, duos, and trios, sort of flood the floor in the bathroom.  Pez drops his towel almost immediately, Sys takes a moment, when he does his endowment is A+.  Beautiful.  I am a lucky guy tonight.
 
Pez takes over a leadership role.  Sys will give a BJ, so we link up and Pez, who last night couldn’t suck, is miraculously healed and takes up the challenge presented by Sys.
 
I’m not going to detail the gymnastics that took place over the next two hours, but some of it was active, some just caressing, some just being interconnected.
The next to final act was for the guys to come on my chest in two gushers.
 
I’m not Numazu who has such a better grasp of writing about the intimate moments, I can only say it was a great few hours.  We shower together, and Sys gives me his line (again, with a different name). We take photos…no I won’t share…
 
I tip each 2000 baht.  Not easy to say goodbye.  It’s around 2am, Jomtien is still alive, I’m exhausted and sleep.

Saturday
 
Up early, 5:30 am, jet lag…live with it.  Check the news…Trump…go to breakfast in hotel.  Back in room, message back and forth with Van, this is my first visit in many a year that he hasn’t been at least a part of it.  Pack.  Short walk in the ‘hood’ to the temple behind the Montien.
 
I’ve used Mike’s Taxi from Pattaya for my transport for several trips to the beach.  Mike’s drivers are always early and waiting patiently.  This time, I went to The Raya lobby 30 minutes before the agreed time only to find the driver already there. 
 
I sat in the front, rather than the back, as it’s easier to see the road and countryside (what there is of it) than from the back where the front seat headrests block the view.  Driver is English fluent and complains about how Thailand is being taken over by the Chinese.  He likes the “white” people as he refers to westerners (other than Russians). 
 
Trip takes a bit less than 2 hours and I’m at The Poseidon where registration formalities are waived, I’m taken to #31, which I’ve had before.  Two rooms, one with statues of gods and naked boys (the pedestal supports for a glass topped coffee table).  Reception brings a drink and some appetizers from Chef Bart (salmon on toast and some sausage on skewers). 
 
Went for a walk to and along Dongtan Beach.  I am impressed by the upgrades to the walkways, the installation of some fitness equipment, and improved accessibility.  It’s slightly overcast and there is a breeze. 
 
On the way back to Jomtien Complex, I get some text messages from a friend and we arrange to meet for lunch tomorrow.  Some changes in the complex, to the right of Dick’s Café there is now a wine shop (!), and at the corner to Dick’s left is a European style pastry shop.  The store opened just the week before and one sign gives the name “Bread” but the business card uses a person’s name.  Definite plus to the neighborhood and a high standard of pastry and breads.
Oh, and it’s right next to Fah massage.
 
I passed Fah by chatting up the boys and headed to the Blind massage shop for 90 minutes of abuse.  Even with a tip, I only spent 400 baht.
 
Back to the hotel, unpacked and charged up my electronics.  Around 7pm went to the dining room and indulged in Chef Bart’s cooking.  It’s amazing how the quality of the food is matched by the almost portrait ready presentation.  Dining room about half full, same as most of the other European style restaurants in the complex. 
 
I now notice that the construction that was taking place when I was last here in March has coughed up a rather large and brightly lit Chinese restaurant.  Given the tourist mix, probably a good idea.  It looks large enough to handle more than one busload at a time.
 
Jomtien is just starting to come alive, there is at least one new club, maybe two, and lots of remodeled clubs.  From good experience, I head for where @Home and Your Place are located. I have good to great success at both places.  @Home is celebrating its 3rd anniversary tonight and has placed a dozen or so tables on the street in lieu of the usual chairs.
 
As fate would have it, I allow myself to be a Cambodian with a wrestler’s build and excellent English.   He’s only been in Pattaya for two weeks.  I would classify his as a quick learner.  I buy him a drink, we talk, and as we talk it starts to rain.  Both interesting and impressive to observe the boys from the bars move quickly pull chairs and cocktail tables to safety and continue on as if nothing happened.
 
My new friend (Pez) and I talk about things, how often am I in Pattaya, what[bD1] [bD2]  has he seen, etc.  I ask if he’s been to Boyztown, he tells me no, he tells me he understands that it’s a bunch of clubs where the boys are on stage shirtless.  He is interested as he has a friend (another Cambodian) who is at Toy Boys. 
 
I suggest that I off him and we go to Boyztown.  Agreement.  400 baht off fee.  I ask him what his fee would be if we were out for several hours.  Usual “Up to You”.  I said, I’d only go if he told me…1500 was stated and another agreement.
 
Rain is over for the night.  Incredibly quick ride to Boyztown.  Not much traffic and when we enter the street, there aren’t many people.  We check out the various bars and clubs.  Toy Boys said we were welcome to come in but the boys weren’t there yet (arrive at 9pm).  Walk the other streets, Dram Boys has only a few guys, more later.
 
We go to Cupidol, which I usually avoid from a bad experience with the mamasan.  We enter, and Pez recognizes two Cambodians.  I Invite them for a drink, Pez and I are the only customers.  Rain is starting up again and a few more customers drift in.  I am the only western farang.  Have a good time talking to the Cambodians, one – who is gay – gives me the inside on the other dancers who are Lao or Cambodian, with only one Thai.  Some nights, maybe later tonight, more Thais. About 20 boys tonight, universally twinks.
 
I go to the toilet where there is someone to provide buttock caressing while using the urinal.  Thoughtful service.
 
I give each of the Cambodians 100 baht and we are off to catch the Boyz, Boyz, Boyz parade.  Not tonight due to the rain.  We head to Toy Boys.  It’s a well-designed room.  About six guys on stage and more clocking in.  Talk with the mamasan (papasan here).  He checks out Pez and offers him a job in the lineup.  Pez in interested.  He looks for his friend but doesn’t see him.
 
I notice a very attractive, fitness model type standing in the back in his towel.  Even though I’m involved in the conversation with the papasan, I can’t keep my eyes from focusing on him.  But he doesn’t get on stage.  Finally, he does, as we are about to leave and I’m only waiting for change.  Without a towel and in his white briefs, he is even more impressive.  With an internal sigh of regret I tip him 100 baht and get a smile.  I mouth “tomorrow?”.  Another smile.
 
On the way to the baht bus, Pez asks if I want to off the boy.  I said not tonight, maybe tomorrow.  We head back to Jomtien, up to the room.  Pexz has a very impressive body and we shower together.  He tells me he didn’t drink any alcohol when we were out as it slows him down in bed.  Actions speak louder than words and he is an Energizer bunny. Only limit was he couldn’t do oral as he has a sore in his cheek.  The next forty minutes was among the most intense interpersonal activities this trip and probably the past couple of trips.
He is also a spooner when all things he has wiped off my chest.  We take another shower.  Talk some more, will I take him again,? maybe a three some?  I’m non-committal as this is my butterfly trip. But he has definite rerun potential.  We exchange Line contacts.
 
NOTE:  do others have the experience of finding that the Line names usually do not match the name given in the bar.  Someone wrote in a post that this is because the boys figure the customers can only handle short names.
 
He departs telling me he wasn’t going back to the club tonight but going to where e lives. Pez and I were together for 4  hours, so 1500 seemed fair and I add 200 more.
 
So ends Saturday
 
 
 
 
 

Sick of hearing about Japan has no tipping. It is true and what everyone forgets is they pay their workers a living wage and thus no need for tipping and of course those wages are reflected in the price that visitors pay. Same as in many countries that add a service charge and if the service sucks you still pay. At least if the service sucks in the US , I can reflect it with my tip.
 
While I'm at it , I am not sure if it was approved from earlier this year but the Minimum Wage in Thailand was raised in 2 Provinces to 330 baht per day .
 
I would love to see any member including our most famous penny pincher survive on 330 baht per day. Most of the Gay Bars in BKK charge more then that for 1 drink and just about every Member of this Board who has visited Thailand has paid 330 baht or more for a soda, drink etc. in one of those Bars.

Day 2.5: Two is better than one
 
I had a choice tonight. For the price of one Moonlight superstar, I could get two “lower-tier” boys. “Lower tier,” of course, is Moonlight’s classification for the boys who aren’t part of the superstar cabal that they have, mentioned in a previous post:
 

 

 
Stunning boys, all of them, but so were my choices for tonight: the Cambodian-sometimes model:
 
http://www.queerclick.com/asians/2018/06/soaked-perfection.php
 
and of course, my beloved MonBoy, who for me surpassed all the superstars there, chronicled in previous trip reports.
 
When on a sex tour, one has to strike the perfect balance of getting (1) gorgeous boys who (2) you have tremendous chemistry with, to have (3) fantastic sex, with you. The superstars, though full of number (1), may be lacking in (3), due to maybe their diva nature (from Moonlight captain and 3rd party anecdotal hearsay), and (2) may not be a given. With MonBoy, you get a lot of (1) and (2), and as evidenced last night, also a lot of (3). With the Cambodian, it remains to be seen, but (1) seems to be a slam dunk, as he settles beside me, in a stylish plaid shirt and tight jeans. He smelled good too.
 
As I peruse the superstars onstage, even if they were all gorgeous (even better live than just staring at them in photos, or even the grainy live feed on Facebook), I was more than happy with my choices tonight. Maybe because I have Latin America in my tour repertoire now, where seemingly all the boys are (1), and (3) seems to be the default setting, and (2) was easy to establish, due to the more outgoing nature of latinos, that I didn’t mind my choices tonight. I promised myself next time that I will hire one, or more, of these gorgeous superstar boys.
 
After a few minutes, I tell the two boys with me that we are leaving. I pay for the bill (an extra drink for the captain, and two off fees) and we head off. As we head out to Surawong, I see MonBoy whispering to Cambodia boy, possibly briefing him on how I was? I don’t know. But I do know that MonBoy had my best interest in his heart, so I wasn’t worried. We get to the hotel and I sit on the hotel room couch when we get there. MonBoy sits beside me, Cambodia boy stands in front of us.
 
Right on cue, Cambodia boy takes off his shirt, revealing his A+ muscular torso. He was not shy to show off himself at least. “Shower?” he asks both of us, smiling as he puts a hand on his chest, stroking his nipple. MonBoy takes his shirt off and stands up. He takes off all his clothes, revealing his swinging cock in the process. Cambodia responds in kind, but leaves his underwear on. I stand up and finish the job for him. I slowly take off his briefs to reveal his nice cock. I stroke it for a while. He puts his arm around my back and leads me to the bathroom.
 
MonBoy turns the water on, and I thank the Crowne Plaza’s quick supply of hot water. All three of us fit in the shower. It was a semi-cozy fit, but it was good. I had two naked gorgeous boys in a shower with me. I can’t complain. And I didn’t have to do anything either. The boys took turns soaping me up. All I did was stroke their cocks till both were hard. It didn’t take much. These boys were primed.
 
I get out of the shower first to dry with one of Crowne Plaza's fluffy towels. The boys continued to bathe, concentrating on their crotch and butt. I’m glad they’re obsessed with cleanliness. I dim the room lights to a sexy romantic level and slip under the covers. I send ShanBoy a “how are you doing” message and he replies that every thing was fine. I tell him that I had two boys in the room and Shan Boy just gives me laughing emojis. I am glad he has a sense of humor.
 
The boys emerge from the bathroom, both with towels wrapped around them. I sit up and invite the two over in the bed. Cambodia boy was tentative, just standing there. MonBoy, perhaps sending Cambodia boy’s tentativeness, unwrapped Cambodia Boy’s towel and started sucking him. Once he was hard, MonBoy turns to me and kisses me deeply, knowing this was what I liked. I began stroking Cambodia boy and he draws closer. I suck him off. MonBoy uncovers me from under the sheets and began sucking me. This was wild.
 
Cambodia kisses me in the cheek, and then gives me a peck in the mouth, and then proceeds to kiss me deeply as well. Then we were off to the races. We took turns sucking and kissing. I rimmed both of them and they tasted lovely. When it was time for fucking, MonBoy knew where the condoms and lube were. He asked who was fucking who? I said I’d like to try both. So I did. I fucked Cambodia Boy first. He was on his back, legs up. While I fucked him MonBoy put his cock on Cambodia Boy’s mouth to be sucked. Those visuals were enough for me to cum right then and there, but I stopped myself just in time.
 
I then fucked MonBoy doggie style. And it was Cambodia boy’s turn to get sucked. I could not hold it any longer. I came in the condom. I dispatched of the condom and told the boys to both cum on my face. I laid on the bed, and the two got on their knees on the bed while the jacked each other off. While they jacked off my hands probed their bodies. Pretty soon they came, Cambodia boy first. That was a gusher. MonBoy took a while but with Cambodia boy’s helful tongue on one of his nipples, MonBoy was able to cum out a giant load as well.
 
MonBoy rushes to the bathroom and then emerges with a hand towel to wipe all the cum off my face. And then it was shower time again for the three of us. While in the shower I ask both if they were hungry. Both said yes, so I guess we were off to dinner. We all get dressed and then head over back to Surawong. I choose Happy Beer Garden again because it was close to Soi Twilight and I was meeting with ShanBoy after. When we get to the restaurant, I let MonBoy to order for me. I usually don’t care what MonBoy ordered because I had a clue he knew what I liked. Pretty soon the food comes and everything looked good.
 
I text ShanBoy:
 

 

 

 
I guess we will be going to Screwboys after dinner. It was close to midnight and that would be the only late night bar that I know of. After 5 minutes I see ShanBoy, with a middle-aged farang, sit on an outer table in the restaurant. I was surpised to see ShanBoy there. He sees me and cracks a smile, and then a frown while pointing to the farang. I look at the farang and see that he was talking to ShanBoy, but the farang was obviously  super drunk. After a few minutes, ShanBoy leaves the farang in the restaurant. What was going on?
 
I was eager to know the story. But back to dinner. All three of us have a lively conversation about Cambodia Boy’s life. It was fairly interesting. We finish dinner and I pay the bill. I also pay both boys (2000 baht each, worth every penny). Cambodia Boy asks for my Line and I search for my Line ID on his phone. I bid both boys farewell and begin heading over to Soi Twilight. When we all leave, I noticed the drunk farang was still there, staring blankly at something.
 
Up next, more boys to feed my greed…