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Part 2 of 4: Feeling My Way Around I want to start with this caveat: I am not a sauna/bathhouse person. I am not a massage parlor person. I like having private sex, in a house or hotel, preferably on a bed, mine or his. When in Bangkok I rarely go to the "Mega Bathhouse" Babylon, and also rarely do I go get those happy ending massages, unless brought or forced by a friend. And I am not alone. This post by Eriksmythee1 in the thread "Sao Paulo Advice" sums up more or less my issues with it: That is why the Thailand boy bar model appeals to me. You can be sitting inconspicuously among the audience of a boy show bar, look at the display of boys onstage, tell the waiters which boy you wanted, the boy can then sit with you and you can do your due diligence to see if you are a match, and BOOM, a few hundred baht later, you are the temporary boss of a hot young virile thing to take home and have consensual monkey sex with. BUT, nothing ventured, nothing gained, and the promise of going to a place that had super hot Brasilerios for a small fee was enticing enough to venture out of my comfort, so off to the sauna for me: As I cross the street, I notice, to the left of me, two guys (presumably clients) making their way to the sauna as well. They open the door and I slip in behind them. They get to the end of this short hallway and, after waiting for a few seconds, get buzzed in to the inner door. We all go in and get greeted by the employees behind the counter. The two guys get checked in first and they get their keys. When it was my turn, one of the staff asks me if I preferred English or Portuguese. I say English. I was asked what my name was, so I give them an alias. They put my “nome de puta” on the computer and I was given a key with a number on it, presumably a locker key. I was not sure what to do next. I was so nervous that at this point I forgot everything that I read in the forums. I looked around and saw a staircase leading to an upper floor, and another to a lower floor. So far, the sauna’s configuration reminded me of my grandmother’s house in the East Coast USA, EXCEPT this house had really hot guys in towels to my right. Some of them noticed that I was there staring and with drool forming in the sides of my mouth. Two smiled in my general direction, others just stared at me, probably trying to surmise what I was about. They were of varying shapes, sizes and ages. Mostly young, mostly muscular, mostly handsome. I immediately tried to play it aloof and non-chalant. I go towards the guys and just try to coolly walk past them, at a pace fast enough to appear casual, but slow enough to be able to assess if anyone of them clicked with me or not. Walking down the hallway made me realize that there were some customers interspersed among the working men there. I guess one way to observe the trade is to be side-by-side with the boys. Upon walking at the end of the hallway, I see a door to a large room that had a bar and some chairs and a stage. Some boys and customers were socializing and drinking and having fun. That looked nice, but I wasn’t ready to go in just yet. I instead go back the other way and go up the stairs to the upper floor. No one was there, save for one lonely woman janitor looking at me with a blank stare. Why wasn’t anyone here? I just see rooms with their doors closed. I guess this was where some of the private rooms were. I go back down and then down further to the lower level. I see more boys just walking, standing, talking. Some were trying to entice customers, others just sitting there resting, a number of them staring at the wall, presumably wondering about their existence in life. And then I notice the locker rooms. I see my locker but I don’t change into a towel yet. I still wanted to look around and explore. There was a series of showers to my right, and the lockers to my left. Lots of models just looking around and trying to entice customers. A lot of them were really hot, and most of them were sporting fairly big packages and huge asses. And then I remember one of the great advices in the boytoy.com website: don’t fall in love with the first model you talk to. This was particularly useful for the first guy that talked to me. He was standing to my right, leaning against the wall, when he extended an arm to stop me as I was about to walk past him. I stop to look at his handsome face, which was really striking. Classic Italian looks, with just a perfect splash of genes from other races that made his face and skin tone very distinctive and alluring. He was only wearing a towel, and he was this big mountain of a man. He had giant pecs and abs that are just perfect. He grunts out a question to me but I barely make it out with the showers running closeby. He leans in to whisper it in my ear. What is your name is what he asked. I told him my Nome de Puta and he tells me his. He immediately asks what I wanted, so I tell him “Sexo”, like an idiot (duh, of course). He laughs and then asks what I wanted to do in sex. Almost on cue he strokes his flaccid, but already huge cock, through his towel. He then touches my butt and strokes it. It was clear he was a top. I then ask, pointing to him, “Ativo?” “Yes,” he answers in English. “Nao passivo?” He nods, “Nao passivo!” almost indignantly. I then point to myself “Tambem. Nao passivo!” smiling. He smiles as well, and then draws me closer. He lightly licks my ear (very forward already) and then looks at me and then tries to haggle: “Nao passivo. Muito beijando (pointing to his lips and mine). Contato” and other words I don’t recognize. He tries to act it out with his giant muscular arms. I guess he was trying to say that no anal is required to have fun with him. While he was this towering muscular handsome guy with what I can see (and feel) is an enormous cock, I had to pass. He was not a bottom, so it won’t work out. I didn’t want my first paid Brazilian experience to be a vanilla sex thing. Also I had to apply the rule of not hiring the first guy I talk to. So I put a hand to his face and squeeze it, and say my thanks and walk on by. I decide to really dive into this now so I go to my locker to get out of my clothes and just be in a towel. The locker did not have a towel but an employee quickly handed me one from the back. I undress, and then briefly say goodbye to my cellphone as I put it relunctantly in the locker, and lock the locker door. I turn around and get accosted by a second guy. He was my height (about 5’7-5'9), very pretty face, and looked fairly young. He had a muscular, but not too muscular frame. His penis made a clear outline in the front, and it looked like he had a big butt. He had fairly white skin: if we were in the USA, I would think he would just pass for any other white-italian kid. He speaks to me in near-perfect English. He asks the usual questions and then proceeds to do the hard sell. He asks me what I wanted and I told him I was looking to top a guy. He said he was the best bottom in the building. I laughed and then told him I didn’t believe him. He was indignant, telling me to ask any of the customers here. That particularly wasn’t a selling point for me (and I won’t be going around asking the customers how his ass was), so I asked him what else he did. He said he kisses really well, and proceeds to give me a very deep wet one. Wow, that was impressive. He looks into my eyes and then kisses my nose. He kept insisting and asking and pulling my arm to get me to take him. It was turning into a less sexy interaction, and to one that was more desperate. I pull away and tell him that I will see him for round 2. He asks me why he was not good enough for round 1. I just smile, thanked him for his time and attention, and started walking away. This was kind of fun. I think I am getting the hang of it. My nerves were gone. I could do this now with a clear head, and ready to look for the perfect Brazilian guy for me. This approach to getting guys is so much more in-your-face than the way it is done in Thailand. Out there, the boys are usually on a stage, separate from the customers, sometimes out of reach, and you call on the boy you want to sit with you for further inspection. In here, the men and customers mingle with each other for a relatively more personal interaction. There are pros and cons for each way. I imagine if I was more shy I’d prefer to be in the background just picking my boys and avoiding their gaze, instead of having sex served directly to my face, but there is something about Brazil, both in the confines of the four walls of a sauna in particular, and the being out there in the kinetic city with the locals in general, that takes you out of your comfort zone. Which to me is the whole point in exploring this country anyway. I go back upstairs and do a victory lap around the premises. Lots of guys to choose from, but I didn’t try to talk to one just yet. I went back downstairs and immediately see this olive-skinned tall hunky, bleached blonde guy in a speedo, not a towel. That look was definitely distinctive. He caught me staring and smiled, and started walking towards me. He sticks out a hand and shakes my hand. He kept drawing me close till I was close enough to get a whiff of the scent off of his body. It was pleasant, and sexy and it worked for me. We exchange names and then he asks me where I was from. I tell him and I ask him the same question. He points to the ground “Rio. Carioca,” saying he was a native to the city. I say “Carioca” back at him, saying the word for the very first time in my life, which made me smile widely. He warmly smiles back, nodding “Sim!” He was obviously young (I ask him and he said he is 22), and his body was very muscular, but looked naturally built and ripped. He wasn’t anything like some of the steroided guys I saw upstairs. His English was not so good, but he knew enough phrases to ask me the right kind of questions. He said he was versatile, he said he kissed very well (and proved it with a quick but deep kiss), and he said he was very friendly and easy-going. He whipped out his phone to get to google translate. He showed me what he wanted to say: if I wanted to take him to a room for some fun. I looked at him up and down. For me he stood out from all the other guys here. He was this delicious multi-racial guy with olive skin, a prominent Italian nose, and bleached blond hair that made his look unique. To me his looks out- Brazilian-ed every other Brazilian out there in the sauna. His thighs were huge and inviting. His ass and bulge were both large (the great set of genetics present in the building was very impressive), and his abs and pecs were on point and not too over-developed and over worked-out. But more than that, he had this effortless masculinity that could not be faked. I was sold. I wanted to get to know him more. But I had to ask the most important question ever : “Quanto?” How much for his services? He tries to answer in English. I did not understand as his accent was bad. I say “Quanto?” again, this time he tells me his price in Portuguese. He wanted 150 R, about $50. From the board, I vaguely recall that this was in the middle to high range of what was average pay for the guys were. I was in no mood to haggle. He had what I wanted and I wanted to have it. “Sim!” I say with a smile. He smiles back and immediately takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. What happened? That’s next…

HAHA yup floridarob. Thanks for remembering that I have generic asian face. People still can't figure out where I am from. Yeah I remember going to Liberdade in Sao Paulo, the Japantown. It was fairly memorable, and sushi was pretty awesome! This reminds me of the superb reality show on Netflix called Terrace House: Boys and Girls in the City. One of the cast members (Hikaru Ota, 18 years old in the series) is half-Japanese, half-Brazilian, and was born in Brazil. Super gorgeous guy: Haha I wish. Bruno was indeed super hot and I would not have refused him if he did this. But alas, off he went to his next fare, and me off to the sauna. Thanks for liking the details. It's the only way I know how to write these things. More to come for sure. Hehehe. I guess you will find out soon.

Thanks captainmick. I was not sure I would write about Brazil (or Colombia, or Mexico) here since it is, after all, about GayThailand. I decided to post about Brazil because it was only about a day of my stay there. But typical me and my writing style, it still will take me about 4 or 5 posts to describe what happened in a time span of only a few hours. Sufficed to say that I have been enjoying my South America time, too much actually. Thanks vinapu! I certainly took advantage of my time there. I will be back there in a couple of months. Hehe. My Japan exploits are not as steamy as my BKK or South America ones. But if I go back I will definitely try to go to those bars with the host boys and report back. Thanks spoon. It's the only way I know how to write. Wow really? Are you kidding? I will be in BKK in a few days as well! Please PM me! And I will keep posting I promise. Maybe even a new BKK trip report if this one coming up is fruitful.

CROSS POSTED at: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/11100-bangkok-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly-part-2-–-the-devil-and-the-angel/?p=119540 Part 1 of 4: Marking My Territory As a newbie, I wanted to share my experience in visiting Brazil for the first time, specifically my first paid encounter in Brazil. This post is fairly wordy and heavy on details, so it is not for everyone. But I hope this post is useful for anyone wanting to visit Brazil for the first time. Just a background, I’ve been a regular contributor to the GayThailand.com, having been a regular visitor to Bangkok up until recently. This was the post of my last trip in May: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/11100-bangkok-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly-part-2-–-the-devil-and-the-angel/ Brazil has always been a dream vacation location of mine. Apart from the obvious draws of the country (great beaches, delicious food, and exotic places), the fact that I’ve always thought Brasileiros are the most beautiful men on earth has always been in my head. They seem to be this Master Race of people (in that they are a delicious mix of the best of two or three or even four races) who are both beautiful inside and out. My main stumbling block in not taking the plunge all these years is the prevailing opinion that Brazil is a very dangerous to visit by yourself. Bangkok, and Thailand in general, has always been relatively safe, and the language barrier, which can be an issue, is not as intimidating of a prospect as I think Portuguese is with Brazil. But I have been easing into visiting Central and South America these past few years. I popped my South America cherry for the first time last year, with an exploratory trip to Medellin, Colombia in August. This deserves a post in and of itself, but sufficed to say after 4 trips to Colombia in the past 6 months, I feel that I am totally comfortable with the country and boys. I had the incredible fortune of getting to know the owner of a Chaturbate studio in one of the bigger Colombian cities, and from there the availability of cam boys as my companions just took off from there. So after all this Colombia experience, I am thinking that it has prepared me for my first trip to Brazil. Also, I have been casually dating a Portuguese/Brazilian guy for the past 7 months, and when he told me that he was visiting his Brazilian mother over Christmas and New Year, and he asked me if I wanted to go with him, I thought that this would be a great way for me to finally break my Brazilian virginity, through the BF. The only problem with this plan was manufacturing some alone time in the country, without the BF. So I tried to book this alone time at the beginning and at the end of our trip, so I can enjoy the sauna scene, theoretically, in Sao Paulo (early December) and Rio (Early January). Things, however, don’t turn out as planned, as my vacation became: Sao Paulo (3 nights alone) – spent some time on Grindr and immediately found 2 guys (2 handsome twenty-something Paulistas, one hairdresser who spoke little English, the other an English teacher who was a little bit too hipster for comfort), so could not carve out any time for the saunas, sadly. Rio (first 4 nights) – flew to the city and met the BF and we pretty much just hung out together, watching Cariocas make fun of his European Portuguese accent, no sauna time for me sadly Natal (3 nights) – nice beachfront hotels, accents way more nasal, are there even saunas here? Grindr yielded a healthy mix of free boys and paid ones Salvador (3 nights) – met some of BF’s friends; Grindr was bursting with locals just wanting to get laid, probably won’t need a sauna with all the hot black Brazilian cock just available for free Back to Rio (2 nights with BF, 1 night alone) – Back here to catch my flight back to the USA. It was super cloudy so beach was not an option for most of the two days with the BF. On third day, BF took an Uber to GIG to catch a flight to Florianopolis to visit his family. When he left the AirBNB, I text him on his way to GIG, just to make sure he made it (and to make sure the coast was clear). I then whip up Grindr to check on the current lay of the land so to speak. We chose an AirBNB in Ipanema according to this post: https://www.boytoy.com/forums/topic/28263-rio-and-sao-paulo-common-hotel-guest-policy/?do=findComment&comment=176437 We did notice that Ipanema was super-duper gay, just by walking around. And Grindr was predictably dense with so many gays as well. Very hot guys. So there was less chance for me to score something really nice since the competition was fierce. Sure enough, I didn’t get as many bites in Rio as I did in Natal and Salvador Grindr. Maybe because there are more Asians here in Rio, so I was less of a novelty. Which was fine. I did not want to get anyone online anyway, because today was the day I was going to go to Club 117. Before the trip, I asked floridarob and planetime, two Boytoy members I have met in Bangkok, what sauna I should try, and they both recommended Club 117 as a good starter sauna. It was 2 PM at this point so it was too early to go to the saunas (I think). I got into some conversations with some guys on Grindr, and was even got close to meeting a handsome Carioca who lived in Sao Paulo (accountant), who was visiting family for the holidays. We exchanged WhatsApp contacts and added each other on Instragram, and continued our conversation from there. Made a mental note to meet him in Sao Paulo on a future trip in April. I did some laundry and pre-packed for tomorrow’s 11:30 AM flight back to the USA via Panama on Copa Air. Set the alarm for 4:30 PM and took a nap. Woke up, put some bottled water in a mug and microwaved it to make some 3-in-1 brazilian coffee to wake me up. While drinking my coffee, I checked BoyToy’s Latin section intensely; making mental notes on where the saunas was, how to get there, how much money to bring, how to approach and negotiate with boys etc. The combination of caffeine and adrenaline suddenly rushed to my head when I realized that, this was it, I was finally going to a Brazilian sauna to get a guy. I got nervous all of a sudden. I read the Boytoy posts again and again. I was psyching myself out. I finally snap out of it and turn on the shower and wait for the hot water to kick in. Over analyzed things again in the shower. At 5:30 PM I was finally able to put on shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of Havaianas I bought at JK Igautemi shopping mall in Sao Paulo. I fired up Uber on my phone to get my ride to Club 117. I’ve used Uber since the first day I arrived in Brazil, going from Guarulhos airport to my AirBNB in Sao Paulo, and it was also my first taste of the lack of English usage in Brazil from my Uber driver. The Uber driver was a woman named Daniela, and she was eager to talk to me for the whole ride, language barrier notwithstanding. My Portuguese was as good as her English, which is to say not very good. Preparing for this trip included me being overly paranoid about the language barrier, so 4 weeks before the trip start, I paid $450 for 10 skype Portuguese lessons with Streetsmart Brazil, a San Francisco based company that offered personalized lessons online. It was for me to get the travel language basics for the trip, but also to be able to communicate with my BF’s Brazilian friends, so as not to rely on him as the translator the whole time. 10 hours was not enough, of course, but surprisingly Daniela, the Uber driver, and I were able to carry a very rough conversation with only individual words, and no sentence construction, and with lots of hand gestures. I knew right then that I was going to be alright, coz the interaction between Daniela and I was hella funny. In the Uber app, I see that my Uber was about 4 minutes from my condo building so I panic a little bit. I take my wallet and look inside. I take out all the credit and ATM cards except for my driver’s license and one ATM. I also take 500 reals with me. The prevailing opinion on this board is to only take what you need, but I was not really sure how much dick and ass I’m going to get tonight (and I have a vague idea of how much a room in the sauna is), so I thought of taking the ATM for emergencies. I leave the condo, lock the door, race out to the hallway, take the stairs, wave goodbye to the doorman (Boa Tarde!) and see that my Uber is waiting for me in front of the building. I get in the back of this Chevrolet Cobalt. The usual greetings were made. The driver asked me if I was the person who hailed him, saying my name. I say an assertive “Sim!”, and then he repeats the address of Club 117 that was on his phone. I again say “Sim, sim!” and we were off. After 2 minutes the driver looks at me through the rear view mirror and then turns on some trendy reggaeton music on the radio. I guess he thought I wouldn’t mind the music. He then asks me the usual stock questions, in Portuguese, asking where I was from, what was I doing here, and what my impression of Rio was. I got used to this line of questioning throughout the trip, so I recognized the PT words and answered appropriately, in PT, to the best of my ability. When I told him I was from United States, I got the usual reaction of shock or disbelief. The word “Chines” always is uttered, presumably because I look somewhat Chinese, even if my heritage is not Chinese. There was always a ton traffic on this way to the airport (or to the sauna), so I exclaimed my disgust to the driver with a hearty “Transito!” to at least show commiseration with the driver. He was impressed that I was able to say this word so he started talking to me in rapid fire Portuguese. He caught himself mid-sentence and repeated his sentence again, this time in slower, bite-sized words. And with some hand gestures and saying the words for “five” and “two,” I was able to infer that he was telling me that the traffic in this part of Rio was due to the number of lanes in the highway going from 5 to 2, and therefore the congestion is pretty bad. I made a remark on the rainy weather as well (muito chovendo) also contributing to the traffic, in my horrible attempt to have a conversation with the driver. The traffic eased up and we were well on our way. After 30 minutes in the Uber I grew concerned. This was kind of out of the way from Ipanema. Where is he taking me? Is it safe there? Am I going to get kidnapped? These thoughts were in my head. But the driver kept to the prescribed route with Uber, so I guess it was going to be OK. Pretty soon we made a right to a smaller street where the sauna was. The drive points to the sauna façade and said that we were here. I thanked him for the ride and got out. My ride was R$29.79, or about $9: I took a deep breath, looked both ways, and crossed the street to get in the sauna. Next, my sauna experience…

CROSS POSTED at: https://www.boytoy.com/forums/topic/28759-a-newbies-first-time-in-brazil/ Note: This is not about Thailand, I know. But people have been wondering what I've been doing these past few months, so here it is: Brazil Post Part 1: Marking My Territory As a newbie, I wanted to share my experience in visiting Brazil for the first time, specifically my first paid encounter in Brazil. It is fairly wordy and heavy on details, so this post is not for everyone. But I do hope this post is useful for anyone wanting to visit Brazil for the first time. Just a background, I’ve been a regular contributor to the GayThailand.com, having been a regular visitor to Bangkok up until recently. This was the post of my last trip in September: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/11100-bangkok-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly-part-2-–-the-devil-and-the-angel/ Brazil has always been a dream vacation location of mine. Apart from the obvious draws of the country (great beaches, delicious food, and exotic places), the fact that I’ve always thought Brasileiros are the most beautiful men on earth has always been in my head. They seem to be this Master Race of people (in that they are a delicious mix of the best of two or three or even four races) who are both beautiful inside and out. My main stumbling block in not taking the plunge all these years is the prevailing opinion that Brazil is a very dangerous to visit by yourself. Bangkok, and Thailand in general, has always been relatively safe, and the language barrier, which can be an issue, is not as intimidating of a prospect as I think Portuguese is with Brazil. But I have been easing into visiting Central and South America these past few years. I popped my South America cherry for the first time last year, with an exploratory trip to Medellin, Colombia in August. This deserves a post in and of itself, but sufficed to say after 4 trips to Colombia in the past 6 months, I feel that I am totally comfortable with the country and boys. I had the incredible fortune of getting to know the owner of a Chaturbate studio in one of the bigger Colombian cities, and from there the availability of cam boys as my companions just took off from there. So after all this Colombia experience, I am thinking that it has prepared me for my first trip to Brazil. Also, I have been casually dating a Portuguese/Brazilian guy for the past 7 months, and when he told me that he was visiting his Brazilian mother over Christmas and New Year, and he asked me if I wanted to go with him, I thought that this would be a great way for me to finally break my Brazilian virginity, through the BF. The only problem with this plan was manufacturing some alone time in the country, without the BF. So I tried to book this alone time at the beginning and at the end of our trip, so I can enjoy the sauna scene, theoretically, in Sao Paulo (early December) and Rio (Early January). Things, however, don’t turn out as planned, as my vacation became: Sao Paulo (3 nights alone) – spent some time on Grindr and immediately found 2 guys (2 handsome twenty-something Paulistas, one hairdresser who spoke little English, the other an English teacher who was a little bit too hipster for comfort), so could not carve out any time for the saunas, sadly. Rio (first 4 nights) – flew to the city and met the BF and we pretty much just hung out together, watching Cariocas make fun of his European Portuguese accent, no sauna time for me sadly Natal (3 nights) – nice beachfront hotels, accents way more nasal, are there even saunas here? Grindr yielded a healthy mix of free boys and paid ones Salvador (3 nights) – met some of BF’s friends; Grindr was bursting with locals just wanting to get laid, probably won’t need a sauna with all the hot black Brazilian cock just available for free Back to Rio (2 nights with BF, 1 night alone) – Back here to catch my flight back to the USA. It was super cloudy so beach was not an option for most of the two days with the BF. On third day, BF took an Uber to GIG to catch a flight to Florianopolis to visit his family. When he left the AirBNB, I text him on his way to GIG, just to make sure he made it (and to make sure the coast was clear). I then whip up Grindr to check on the current lay of the land so to speak. We chose an AirBNB in Ipanema according to this post: https://www.boytoy.com/forums/topic/28263-rio-and-sao-paulo-common-hotel-guest-policy/?do=findComment&comment=176437 We did notice that Ipanema was super-duper gay, just by walking around. And Grindr was predictably dense with so many gays as well. Very hot guys. So there was less chance for me to score something really nice since the competition was fierce. Sure enough, I didn’t get as many bites in Rio as I did in Natal and Salvador Grindr. Maybe because there are more Asians here in Rio, so I was less of a novelty. Which was fine. I did not want to get anyone online anyway, because today was the day I was going to go to Club 117. Before the trip, I asked floridarob and planetime, two Boytoy members I have met in Bangkok, what sauna I should try, and they both recommended Club 117 as a good starter sauna. It was 2 PM at this point so it was too early to go to the saunas (I think). I got into some conversations with some guys on Grindr, and was even got close to meeting a handsome Carioca who lived in Sao Paulo (accountant), who was visiting family for the holidays. We exchanged WhatsApp contacts and added each other on Instragram, and continued our conversation from there. Made a mental note to meet him in Sao Paulo on a future trip in April. I did some laundry and pre-packed for tomorrow’s 11:30 AM flight back to the USA via Panama on Copa Air. Set the alarm for 4:30 PM and took a nap. Woke up, put some bottled water in a mug and microwaved it to make some 3-in-1 brazilian coffee to wake me up. While drinking my coffee, I checked BoyToy’s Latin section intensely; making mental notes on where the saunas was, how to get there, how much money to bring, how to approach and negotiate with boys etc. The combination of caffeine and adrenaline suddenly rushed to my head when I realized that, this was it, I was finally going to a Brazilian sauna to get a guy. I got nervous all of a sudden. I read the Boytoy posts again and again. I was psyching myself out. I finally snap out of it and turn on the shower and wait for the hot water to kick in. Over analyzed things again in the shower. At 5:30 PM I was finally able to put on shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of Havaianas I bought at JK Igautemi shopping mall in Sao Paulo. I fired up Uber on my phone to get my ride to Club 117. I’ve used Uber since the first day I arrived in Brazil, going from Guarulhos airport to my AirBNB in Sao Paulo, and it was also my first taste of the lack of English usage in Brazil from my Uber driver. The Uber driver was a woman named Daniela, and she was eager to talk to me for the whole ride, language barrier notwithstanding. My Portuguese was as good as her English, which is to say not very good. Preparing for this trip included me being overly paranoid about the language barrier, so 4 weeks before the trip start, I paid $450 for 10 skype Portuguese lessons with Streetsmart Brazil, a San Francisco based company that offered personalized lessons online. It was for me to get the travel language basics for the trip, but also to be able to communicate with my BF’s Brazilian friends, so as not to rely on him as the translator the whole time. 10 hours was not enough, of course, but surprisingly Daniela, the Uber driver, and I were able to carry a very rough conversation with only individual words, and no sentence construction, and with lots of hand gestures. I knew right then that I was going to be alright, coz the interaction between Daniela and I was hella funny. In the Uber app, I see that my Uber was about 4 minutes from my condo building so I panic a little bit. I take my wallet and look inside. I take out all the credit and ATM cards except for my driver’s license and one ATM. I also take 500 reals with me. The prevailing opinion on this board is to only take what you need, but I was not really sure how much dick and ass I’m going to get tonight (and I have a vague idea of how much a room in the sauna is), so I thought of taking the ATM for emergencies. I leave the condo, lock the door, race out to the hallway, take the stairs, wave goodbye to the doorman (Boa Tarde!) and see that my Uber is waiting for me in front of the building. I get in the back of this Chevrolet Cobalt. The usual greetings were made. The driver asked me if I was the person who hailed him, saying my name. I say an assertive “Sim!”, and then he repeats the address of Club 117 that was on his phone. I again say “Sim, sim!” and we were off. After 2 minutes the driver looks at me through the rear view mirror and then turns on some trendy reggaeton music on the radio. I guess he thought I wouldn’t mind the music. He then asks me the usual stock questions, in Portuguese, asking where I was from, what was I doing here, and what my impression of Rio was. I got used to this line of questioning throughout the trip, so I recognized the PT words and answered appropriately, in PT, to the best of my ability. When I told him I was from United States, I got the usual reaction of shock or disbelief. The word “Chines” always is uttered, presumably because I look somewhat Chinese, even if my heritage is not Chinese. There was always a ton traffic on this way to the airport (or to the sauna), so I exclaimed my disgust to the driver with a hearty “Transito!” to at least show commiseration with the driver. He was impressed that I was able to say this word so he started talking to me in rapid fire Portuguese. He caught himself mid-sentence and repeated his sentence again, this time in slower, bite-sized words. And with some hand gestures and saying the words for “five” and “two,” I was able to infer that he was telling me that the traffic in this part of Rio was due to the number of lanes in the highway going from 5 to 2, and therefore the congestion is pretty bad. I made a remark on the rainy weather as well (muito chovendo) also contributing to the traffic, in my horrible attempt to have a conversation with the driver. The traffic eased up and we were well on our way. After 30 minutes in the Uber I grew concerned. This was kind of out of the way from Ipanema. Where is he taking me? Is it safe there? Am I going to get kidnapped? These thoughts were in my head. But the driver kept to the prescribed route with Uber, so I guess it was going to be OK. Pretty soon we made a right to a smaller street where the sauna was. The drive points to the sauna façade and said that we were here. I thanked him for the ride and got out. My ride was R$29.79, or about $9: I took a deep breath, looked both ways, and crossed the street to get in the sauna. Next, my sauna experience…

I'm 36 and from SoCal and I've heard this term before.

I've always thought that if the boy brings up the idea of him being your tour guide to a particular place, and you've always wanted to go to that place, then you should take him up on that offer. As an example, Cambodia Boy, the boy of the trip for my trip this time last year, really wanted to show me his country: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10550-bangkokphnom-penhsiem-reap-trip-report-the-more-things-change-the-more-they-stay-the-same/ It was hugely successful, as the trip report suggests, but it did help that I've known this boy for over 6 months before the actual trip. Trip planning is a fun joint activity, and the logistics from where to stay, what to do, the fee situation, and even sleeping arrangements (in case you do find another boy to fill your nights), is important to iron out before the actual trip. Sample: Sex on demand was not an issue, and usually was almost expected, at least once a day. He even found 2 other Jomtien boys, also in Cambodia that month to ride out the low season, to have a threesome with. He arranged the car that took us from PP to SR. Since it was his country, a lot of the details I left to him. He really earned his fee in that trip. I've also had a lot of success with BurBoy, but he has no off fees (he is free) and is essentially a boyfriend. The only thing he needed to do is ask for vacation time at his restaurant, and he's always been available for me when I ask. Then again I don't go back as much (as I want to). Recently, the "Korean", from Jupiter, has brought up the idea of being my companion if I ever wanted to visit Chiang Mai. This idea came up when we were having our post-coitus conversation. For me, it always pays off to talk to the boy, because I like a good story, and you never know what other things the boy has up his sleeve (other than sex): So all the times I've done this was successful (YMMV), even in other countries/continents. The key, for me at least, for it to be successful, is if the idea came from the boy. If you find out that a boy that you have incredible rapport with wants to visit incredible places with you, let him.

You mean you'll do WPBKK2018 and SK2019? I might doing both depending on what happens in the next month. Definitely SK2019 as it is on my birthday. WPBKK2018 is still up in the air for me. Like i said New Year's hold more cache for me so I might check out another part of the world for New Year's Eve parties. I also do not do any party drugs (or any drugs actually), and usually don't drink that much while at circuit parties. I am the odd duck that likes to experience most things sober. But I do drink socially and usually have a nice buzz at the end of the party. I have friends who do E, and don't judge them for it. They have fun, and I do as well. Well, depends on what you want. Getting accommodations at the Centara Grand Central is advantageous mainly for two reasons: 1. Getting back to your hotel after the party: After the party, and if you don't walk back from Central to your hotel and prefer taking a taxi, the taxis that wait at street level will cost you an arm and a leg. They usually jack up the prices because they know most of the party-goers are tourists. BurBoy and I walked back to our condo after the party (its a nice stroll and you get to sample the street food). My BF and I walked as well but our hotel was just catty corner from the party venue. 2. If you fancy someone at the party, and want to take them back to your room, its convenient if your hotel room was in the same building. I've had some farang friends who do that and it has worked for them the past few parties. You never know if an asian hottie may fancy you, and if your room (or his) is not in Central, having to take a taxi back to your hotel (or theirs) sometimes is a buzzkill. You can do the deed and then afterwards, just take the elevator to go back to the party for more fun. Let us know what you decide to do!

Or your compromise is that you are paying them money, or you pay them for you not to compromise. Regardless, I do feel that for any successful encounter to work, be it a paid or free encounter, compromise is important. It seems that you have been burned so many times, to the point that you have turned somewhat cynical about this whole thing. Can I ask why you still keep trying? It may be too personal a question, so you don't have to answer. We are different people of course, but I feel that if I were to date someone in Thailand (and to a certain extent, I am), that I wouldn't end up with the same cynical conclusion that you have had. I am asian tho, and non-farang, tho still a westerner. Regardless, I am an eternal optimist, and I think you will find that someone that you will freely compromise for, and will compromise for you in return, and all this will have been worth it. Oh it's never a bad time, spending quality time with BurBoy. Like vinapu said, the "not good" is for the chances of writing a trip report for this trip coming up in a week. I'll have a great time for sure. Let me know when you're back. We shall catch you next time. My guide is this: if I am not offing anyone, I will not write a trip report. I feel that my noncommercial encounters are not as exciting as my offing escapades. This is why I did not write one for the 13th trip. So the only reason I wrote this one is because of MonBoy and the Korean offs. I can only hope that I will off someone this next trip, but the outlook is not good. BurBoy wants to spend quality time with me and I am more than happy to oblige.

Hey Goldmember! WP vs SK Haha this is funny, much like the Bangkok vs Pattaya discussion. Generally, I'd like to say that both parties are fun no matter where you decide to go to. Which is the same advice I'd say with Bangkok vs Pattaya. Similarities: *Crowd is mainly 20s-30s asian boys mostly from Taiwan, Thailand, HK, Philippines, Malaysia, and all the other more affluent SE Asian countries, as well as a sprinkling of circuit bunnies from the West. *DJ lineups are usually pretty decent, and generally are the same quality. It will mostly come down to if a particular DJ you like is in the lineup, on whether a set is better. *Both have an outdoor party, in the daytime. Different vibe to party in the day. *Both times, the bars usually are open, gogos, beer, and club. DJ Station will be a madhouse the days before the parties, as all as during the parties as well. Babylon will be packed as well. *Fake and Celebrity will have theme nights for both holidays. *Both times, Silom and Central area will be teeming with gays. Gay Apps will be bursting with choices. Bangkok will just be infested with gays. Get a haircut in Ratchada, for example, and most of the clientele will be gay, mostly out of towners. Differences: White Party Bangkok *I think as a Westerner (at least me, the American), New Year, and New Year's eve, holds more cache and meaning than Songkran, a Buddhist holiday. So doing the New Year midnight kiss, for example, means more to me than getting soaked head to toe during Songkran. *The event for New Year's 2018 is four nights, instead of the usual three in the past. SK didn't do 4 in the past 3 I've been in, even during SK10. If you are me though, I run out of gas when I get to the 3rd night, so this might not matter. *Outdoor party has an inside version, if you need some aircon. *If you don't want to get soaked head to toe during your stay in Bangkok, go during White Party. The difference between BurBoy and I walking the streets of Bangkok after WP2017 on New Year's night, was tame compared to when BurBoy, Mark311088 and I have experienced walking the streets of Bangkok during Songkran. Especially useful if your hotel is not Centara. If you wear an elaborate costume, you don't want to get wet. *Offer Nissim. Holy crap this is worth choosing White Party all by itself. I was there at the Infinita Party during Madrid World Pride last July, when he played his set, and was blown away by it: SK gCircuit *It might be just me, but I found the overall organization during SK was a little bit better than WP. Better handling of the line, better selling with drinks, more organized peripheral activities. But this is nitpicking really. Both are fine. *The day outdoor party is usually a pool party, so boys in speedos is a plus. *The special confluence of Songkran Festival happening outside, and the SK party inside is something else. It makes for one very special week. *The special parties at Fake are much better during Songkran. Held at an outdoor area and sometimes even more fun than SK, at times. *Highly recommended getting the hotel in Centara Grand Central, if you can afford it, if you don't to get wet in your outfit. *Lots of newbies in the gogos, taking advantage of the influx of tourists. Downside is some boys are off during Songkran to spend time with family. *Some businesses will be closed due to Songkran, probably more closed than New Year. Verdict: Go to both. LOL. Life is too short. I've gone to both the past two years. Only way to go buddy lol.

Oh yeah this is solely my opinion and hardly a good guide for anyone to follow, let alone get pinned in the forum and be treated as canon. Like Scooby said, the facts, and even my opinion, will most likely change. This is a snapshot in time of where my mind is at the moment. And admittedly the reviews here of the bars are already stale, mostly having happened in 2016. Finally, personal opinion is always plagued by "small sample size bias", that is, a particular person hasn't frequented a place often enough to experience and gauge the average amount of service an establishment can deliver. I would like to believe my one, statistically insignificant visit to Sunee Plaza is nowhere near what the average person might experience. I'd like to go back (multiple times I hope) to see if I was just extremely unlucky that time. I'll be in Bangkok in the next few weeks and if there is anything exciting that happens in my stay, I'll write up a new trip report. But right now, the outlook is not good, as I only intend in hanging out with BurBoy and not off anyone.

Hey it's my thread that refuses to die is back J! And since the thread is almost up to 35k in views, I gotta put in my 2 cents here somehow (and I am currently bored in my flight to somewhere, thank goodness for airplane internet). Bangkok vs Pattaya Ahhh yes, the eternal struggle between the two Thai cities, vying for your pink dollars. If you’re an occasional visitor, like me, and feel the need to maximize your fun because you usually don’t have time to spare wandering around aimlessly, trying to find what works for you and choosing between the two city choices, is usually something you need to do. Through my 14 trips, I have narrowed down what works and doesn't work for me, and yet sometimes the places I frequent sometimes still hold surprises for me. This trip report is a testament to that. And it usually isn’t because of the specific place I am staying at, but it is usually because of the company. So I’m presenting my accounting on which city does what aspect the best. Like always, this is opinion are based on my preference. Your Mileage May Vary™, as usual, just because we are all different people. But I think by now you guys know fully well what warms my cockles, based on the 5 trip reports I have written here. I included links to some of my “reviews” or experiences I’ve had in the bars mentioned. *Gogo Bars* Bangkok Bars I’ve visited: Dream Boy, Hot Male, X-Boys, Fresh Boys, X-Size, Jupiter, ScrewBoys, Tawan Bars wish-list: Classic, Boys 66 Pattaya Bars I’ve Visited: Boyzboyzboyz, X-Boys, Toy Boys, Nice Boys, A-bomb Bars wish-list: 360 The gogo bars are the number one reason I go to Thailand. There are a lot beautiful boys around the world, but the one thing that sets Thailand apart is its gogo bars. No other place in the world has this mount of ease of access to boys like Thailand has. You are always guaranteed a good time if you know what you want, and have some baht to spare. Bangkok and Pattaya both have great gogo bars, and I really don’t have a preference to either city in terms of quality of the bars, entertainment and boys. But just for sheer variety, I’d have to give the edge to Bangkok. If you’re in the mood for super twinks, boy next door types, matiness idol hunks or muscle gods, you can probably find what you’re looking for in Bangkok. And there are more gogo bars in Bangkok, so if you’re only staying for a week, you won’t have trouble finding the variety you need if you want to visit a new bar every night. I have to admit that I’ve preferred certain bars over others, just because I’ve always found what I wanted in those bars, and just the right amount variety that I need. Dream Boy and Boyzboyzboyz fit this to a tee. I’ve found that if these were the only two bars I would ever go to for the rest of my life, I’d be pretty content. And these two have been my staples for the longest time. But I’ve tried to branch out and have found luck every bar I go to, except maybe the ones in Sunee Plaza (small sample size, but I may have been turned off by this one bad first encounter). Advantage: Bangkok *Host Bars* Bangkok Bars I’ve Visited: Hot Male, Telephone, Balcony Bars wish-list: Scorpion Pattaya Bars I’ve Visited: @home Bars wish-list: all the other bars in Jomtien I define a host bar as a bar, oftentimes with an outdoor patio or component, with hot waiters and help and boys who are all, or most, offable. I’ve never really warmed to the idea of offing boys in host bars, until I went to Jomtien. And I had to have a former Jomtien star with me to get me to enjoy what Jomtien host bars had to offer. I do like the idea of a more unstructured evening compared to a show bar, and just letting the night, circumstance, and alcohol dictate what happens. All you have to be is ready for the onslaught of boys trying to get your attention. In my early days of Thailand touring I went with friends, and most of them did not really go to Thailand to off anyone. Telephone Bar and Balcony were perfect for my friends, with relatively cheap drinks and a less “sleazy” atmosphere. There is nothing wrong with sleaze, by the way, and I enjoy that way more than my friends, who were only interested in drinking and talking and soaking up the Soi 4 atmosphere, before a night out at DJ. So for a sex tourist, if host bars are your thing, Jomtien is the undisputed king. Hot Male 2 and Scoripon and Banana are all fun as well, but the freewheeling atmosphere of Jomtien really puts it head and shoulders above the rest. Advantage: Pattaya *Gay Clubs* Bangkok: DJ Station, Fake Club, Celebrity Club Pattaya: Bars I’ve Visited: none Bars wish-list: NAB, The Venue DJ Station seems to be the gold standard of all Thailand “traditional” gay clubs. I’ve seen a lot of reviews on Travelgayasia comparing other Thai clubs to DJ. Perhaps because DJ is the most western of all gay clubs in Thailand. Fake, Celebrity and NAB have an added Thai flair to them, which is a big plus for me, the hardened sex tourist that I am. But if you’re new or still crave for the comfort of more western trappings, or if you like to check out the hot Asian tourists who consider DJ to be a pilgrimage site, this is the club for you. Since I’ve been dating BurBoy, I have been a frequent visitor of Fake Club, and to a lesser extent, Celebrity Club. The combo ‘dance club – beer bar – show bar – boy bar’ model is something else, and sometimes is an assault to the senses. But for a once in a trip thing, Fake and Celebrity are musts in every gay tourist itinerary. This is why, all this time, I have regretted being able to check out NAB Men’s Club in Pattaya, especially since my favorite Pattaya AirBNB condo is only a few blocks away from it. Advantage: Bangkok *Gay Massage and Gay Saunas* Bangkok: Arena three times, Babylon twice. Pattaya: Narcissus once. Never been in a Pattaya sauna. I am severely lacking in this sex tourist experience, and probably will have to wait a few more years before I am ready to fully experience the massage and sauna scenes. But my few visits to Arena and Babylon held so much promise. My one Pattaya massage experience was hot, although the masseur was hell-bent in topping me, which made for a relaxing massage experience for me. But it was hot seeing him cum though. Advantage: maybe Bangkok? Too small sample size. *Gay Districts* Bangkok: Soi Twilight, Silom Soi 4 Pattaya: Boyztown, Jomtien Complex, Sunee Plaza, Dongtan Beach Talk about one stop shopping. Pattaya seems to have the variety you need if you want to taste a wide breadth of experiences in a short amount of time. Boyztown is for gogos, Jomtien is for hosts, Sunee is for sleaze, and Dongtan is for your quick beach fix. Bangkok, for all its advantages, can’t boast this kind of gay entertainment variety. Advantage: Pattaya *Gay Apps Choices* I’ve been able to find both free sex and paid sex in both cities with good success, but one city trumps the other clearly, more or less depending on what I am in the mood to look for. If I need free sex with a hot guy, I’ve had more luck finding it in Bangkok than Pattaya. There are more people in Thailand in general, so the numbers are in your favor. My favorite Thai free boy encounter is here, but I also have had luck with non-Thai free boys like this one wild Viet guy. In general I’ve always had cute free boys in Bangkok hit me up every trip. While this is fun, this is not why I go to Thailand. If I wanted free boys I would just stay home. But I think if you are looking for cheap paid sex on the gay apps, Pattaya wins over Bangkok. I’ve found that ratio of paid boys vs free boys in the apps are higher in Pattaya than Bangkok, and because of this supply vs demand disparity, the prices in the apps tend to be cheaper. In Pattaya, the minute I open my gay apps, there will be a deluge of money boys messaging me, with short time fees averaging 1000 baht, and even 500 baht for the really desperate. Again, much like with free boys, this could be fun, but I am more interested in the whole experience (bars! offing! drinks!), that just cheap sex. So it came down to the numbers, and counting the number of successful encounters I’ve had using gay apps in the Thailand, I would have to go with Bangkok. All my Bangkok encounters were with free boys, and they have run the gamut of nationalities as well. So Bangkok wins, by a (non-surgically enhanced) nose. Advantage: Depends on what you want, but slight edge to Bangkok *Other factors that may or may not be important to you* *Culture* One city really stands out in this regard by a mile. The gogo shows don’t start till 10:30 PM, and the massage places don’t really get going till the afternoon, so what is there to do in the hours you’re not fucking or getting molested? Bangkok is a world-class city, so pretty much everything else you need is here. Museums, temples, landmarks, boat experiences, classes, the list goes on and on for Bangkok. Pattaya? Well, since it is a manufactured town-sized brothel masquerading as a beach resort, culture is not exactly its strongest suit. It is the Las Vegas of Thai cities, lots of pleasure and flash, and not much else. Advantage: Bangkok *Shopping* Read any Thailand tour book or travel website, and you will see the names “Chatuchak Market”, “Siam Paragon”, “MBK”, “Terminal 21” etc., constantly being touted. And for good reason. Bangkok has the shopping advantage. Pattaya? It has malls, and shops, and Tuk Com, but for me, nothing special. Advantage: Bangkok *Ease of Access* I feel that this comparison is a non-starter already, since Bangkok owns the two big airports, and is only a 30-45 minute taxi cab away, or a train (or two) ride away from the airports. With Pattaya you would have to get a car service (my preference), or a bus from the airport, which would take you about an hour and half to two hours or more. So if you don't want to waste any time to get to your destination and start your sex tour, Bangkok would probably be your best bet. But it is actually is more than just the cities’ proximity to the airport. Bangkok has a developed public transportation infrastructure (BTS, MRT, bus service) than Pattaya’s paltry offerings (Songtheaws), not to mention the fun ferry rides across the river. Of course Pattaya is much much smaller than Bangkok, so often times having this variety in transportation does not matter, especially if your world just revolves around staying put in the gay ghettos, but if you’re like me and would like to venture out, often and always, then Bangkok does offer a lot more variety. Advantage: Bangkok *Cost* So let’s say you’re the average Joe Sex Tourist, on a fixed income due to retirement, or working an average job, saving pennies for your vacation, earmarking all your money for off fees, and have little extra for fancy food or shopping or elaborate tours, where would you go? I’d say hands down, Pattaya would be your bet. I’ve found that decent accommodation is cheaper there than Bangkok, and the food, transportation and entertainment is generally cheaper, and of course the short time and long time fees are generally lower than what I see in Bangkok. And I can certainly see the appeal in just focusing on Pattaya if youre trying to save money. The city is way smaller so there generally way less stuff to do, so there is less temptation to spend more. It is your hard-earned money after all, so the more money you can spend on the boys, which is the number one reason you are in Thailand, then Pattaya would probably give you the most bang for your buck. You can certainly have a frugal existence in Bangkok as well, but if you’re like me and have no impulse control when it comes to spending, I’d probably prefer Pattaya if I want to curb the dollars just coming out of my ass. Advantage: Pattaya Numazu's Winner: Bangkok probably, but really, who cares? It ultimately comes down to what you are mainly looking for. So if you're like me, you would love to have a mix of both worlds to get the whole Thai Sex Tourist experience. We are spoiled for choice in Thailand, and it's almost a crime to not take full advantage of what these two cities have to offer. And in this contest between Bangkok vs. Pattaya, everyone wins.

Odds and Ends I'd be happy to note that he is doing fine and has been out of the hospital for a while. I'm not at liberty to discuss what happened but the important thing he is fine. He is still taking it easy but will be back to farming, or whatever he puts his mind to, very soon. He wants me to visit him in Myanmar, but I don't think I am going to do that. I am thinking my time with MonBoy will be just these magical 2 nights. Anything more would probably be less of the fantasy that I go to Thailand for, and more of the reality that I am eager to escape. BurBoy has recently finished his Level 2 english classes from the Dear Burma Academy, and I am impressed by how much more improved his english has become. He texts in complete sentences now, and our video calls are more conversational. I am looking forward to seeing him in a few weeks to see in person how much it has improved. Downside is I won't be able to talk over him when I am with faring friends, as he would probably understand the conversation, more than he has had before. Whenever I talk about my post-coital cleanups it horrifies me to realize the amount of cum that gets spilled on the bed, the hotel furniture, the carpeting, and even the window/window sills. Thankfully the hotel does not charge me for extra cleaning, as I am sure that in Bangkok, and in Thailand in general, the cleaning crew probably (and hopefully) cleans all these up, because they are used to it and expect it. My boyfriend is 194 cm+ and I am more than a foot shorter, and I have no problem holding hands with him at all in public. In our recent Europe trip, it was actually nice to hold hands with him while touring the sites. With holding hands, its not just to be physically connected to him, it is a way for us to communicate non-verbally. I can tug on his arm if I see something I like while we are walking, he can squeeze my hand once in a while to show me he is thinking of me, and we can coordinate each other's walking speeds while connected to each other. Sometimes when one needs to text or look at their phone, the other can just guide that person while still walking, and there is not need to stop to text or whatever. BurBoy's favorite activity is to take my hand whenever we cross the street, wherever we are. He thinks I am this helpless westerner who doesn't know how to navigate the third world roadways, even if he knows I've been to Thailand multiple times already. I am happy to be under his protection. My palms, and the rest of me, get sweaty all the time. My partners don't seem to mind. I wouldn't do it in a mall as well, out of modesty, but MonBoy was successful in showing me that I was being shy about PDA for no reason. P.S. What's up with the growing number of locked threads? Is the summer heat getting to everyone?

#ThreadDeathWatch I probably get 85% free sex and 15% paid sex, and lemme tell 'ya, having done both (recently and often), there is plenty o' chase in getting just the perfect boy of your dreams in Bangkok, and plenty o' pride in the feeling of helping out a hard-working boy who needs your generosity to survive.

sglad: I have some suggestions, if I may. Feel free to skip these. I've had too much coffee this morning it seems, already posting in the board twice in an hour. It is apparent by now that whenever you post, you have a few posters going after you due to your colored history in the various gay thailand boards including this one. And when that happens ,the rest of us are subjected to the same arguments that has been rehashed ad infinitum in previous threads. So I think you have three options at this point: 1. Start fresh! If the mere presence of the username sglad sounds off alarm bells with certain posters, triggering this useless back and forth, may I suggest just retiring the name, coming up with a new one, contribute to this board as you have done, without the baggage of the old name. You obviously have things to say, and some useful and practical too, so why not just start fresh? It is obvious to most of us here that you are pretending, so that baggage unfairly colors some of the posts you make. Do we really need to know that you are a hot 20-something Singaporean living in Chiang Mai, when you post your opinions? Sometimes being anonymous works. 2. Prove them wrong! I read somewhere that some forum member tried to meet up with you in Chiang Mai but you cancelled at the last minute. Why don't you try to meet up with other posters (not sugargrandpa apparently) in the future so they can vouch for you. A character reference is always nice. A shit ton of posters didn't believe me when I started my first trip report (and who cares, right), but I've met almost 20+ now since then, and some even have seen me in action. And it doesn't help that you refuse to answer to the IP address thing directly. Its not cool to sockpuppet man. 3. Continue on with the status quo! And whenever you post, the same people, or more, will call you out on past transgressions. Some here are already being judged by their past behavior, and anything they say is colored by the trolling they did in the past. So if you don't do anything, all of us will continue to be subjected to this useless back and forth. And with this, I shall now try to limit my coffee intake to one cup in the morning, instead of 3.

It doesn't mean you shouldn't try. You won't win if you don't play the game in the first place. The worse thing that can happen is that you will get more friends in the process, and that is always nice. More friends is always good, in my opinion, especially if you're a foreigner. I've met many sexual partners just hanging out with friends, and meeting their friends etc. Invariably, some of my friends are more assertive than I am, so they can also draw in new people to our circle, widening my chances to meet someone new. If you go in to this with that 1:8000 in your head then you won't have fun. Just relax and enjoy the company! You'll be surprised at what happens next.

Actually I have two cases of this (sort of), both in my recent trip report, and both in the same night. In both cases I paid them off early in the night at 10 PM. Case 1: Pay Off and Off Now - it was the Korean at Jupiter. It was necessary to off him the minute I got in the club at 9:30 PM because 1) He was by far the most popular boy in the bar that night 2) A lot of customers were calling on him already, but for some reason they could not close the deal 3) He goes home at 12 midnight to go to his second job at 6 AM, so one had to off him early In this case, the Korean, one of the stars of the bar, really delivered, and had a wonderful one hour and a half with him. In retrospect I could've done these: 1) Went to the bar at 8:30 PM where I could've offed him then and spent 4 hours with him 2) Went to his second work the next day and bought his merchandise 3) Offed him on a day he wasn't working both jobs (which was two days later actually) and could have saved an off fee, and long timed him for sure. Shag all day, rinse and repeat. Oh well. Next time I guess. Case 2: Pay Off and Return Later - this was MonBoy, on the same night I offed Korean, and I wanted him for long time because Korean couldn't. 1) It was necessary for him to be Pay Off and Return Later because he was another star of the bar, and was in many dance numbers in Jupiter 2) He could not be offed till 12 midnight, when the shower show ended. 3) The scheme of returning later also works if you off a first boy early in the night, which in this case fit perfectly with offing Korean. Why it didn't work? The risks of this scheme: 1) As being one of the stars, there is the risk of someone offing him while you are away. Of course someone did off him for short time after I left. The customer left as well, to wait on MonBoy to finish his shower show. 2) Since he could not be offed before 12 midnight, he has to cut into my time to go to his short time off. 3) He had to cum on his short time off, which should be an issue. But in this case it wasn't. He was hard all night when he was finally with me, and came buckets as well. But he is 21 years old so he is supposed to do that. Moral of the story: if you want to off someone early, and you don't want them to mingle with others, just pay them off, have them to go with you, have dinner, have drinks, go to DJ, eat street food, watch a movie, and then go to your hotel and shag like rabbits. Or shag first and then do all those other things and then shag again. This is what I did on my second night with MonBoy. Lots of shagging and other things. I recommend it wholeheartedly.

Awesome, almost 3 pages of replies after the last post! I'll get to all of you soon, but.. On the Subject of MonBoy Returning to Gogo Life It's fascinating, isn't it, to know the whole story of a gogo boy's life? To know their motivations, their personalities, and who they really are outside of their work. It is a delicate balance for them, as it is for us, to not show too many cards on the table, but at the same time, it is these very revelations that draw us closer to them. Ultimately, I think, the boy's stories are worth more to me than the amazing sex that I've had with them. It definitely is the part of them that lingers in my head the longest. OK, I guess I have my iPhone to thank for capturing the images of the glorious gigantic cock and amazing body that MonBoy has, but the feelings, and moments are all in my head, and I guess, now in the pages of this forum. It is very easy for me to contain my emotions and draw boundaries with gogo boys because it is a relationship predicated on money. I simply can not trust anyone with my emotions if there is money involved. Where I mess up is in my relationships with non-commercial boys in foreign countries. BurBoy is a prime example. There are more, sadly. I am not a good role model for restraint. Yes, and again this is why it is wise to keep one's distance with money boys. The Game may be always played. The only thing we can do is be game enough to play the game ourselves, and hopefully, as I strive always in every relationship I am in, is we both win. It's better for my soul that way. He was trying to angle for more money from me, maybe in the hopes that I can end his money boy career by giving him a big sum. But, from what has transpired, maybe he was planning on ending it anyway, even before he met me. I just happened to be his last customer. From what I know, he is still in Myanmar. He did not make a specific promise to me that he won't go back to being a gogo boy. But even if he did, I would not fault him for going back. I would even encourage him to give it another go for a couple of years. It is a lot of money to give up, and probably is less physically taxing than farm work. But i don't know the emotional toll that MonBoy goes through in whoring himself, so I guess this is one reason not to come back to Jupiter. I hope he comes back. If not I may visit him in Myanmar and show him his country like I did BurBoy last December. That was a trip of a lifetime. Exactly. He is not my boyfriend. He can do whatever he wants. Including go back to Jupiter. But if he was my boyfriend, I'll be in big trouble. Family is important. I am sure that is why he is happy. He accomplished what he needed to do in Thailand, which is to enough raise money to finish his house. Can one raise that much money on only 2 weeks of work? Maybe. He had all the advantages to be the best Money Boy one can be in Thailand. He tried, now he went back to the farm. He is trying to live a more traditional life, away from the stage lights and the sleaze and the generous strangers he meets daily. Will he be back? I will say, yes, if I were to guess. And I won't be disappointed in him if he does. YES, do not be afraid to take risks once on while. Being overly cautious is great and all, but its the risks we take that really pay off in the end, and are the ones that you remember the most. Why travel half the world just to be cautious and careful?

Day 4.4: The Airport Goodbye Part 14: MonBoy Edition It is no secret that I hate airports. I have written about it a number of times in my trip reports. And I particularly hate airport goodbyes. In my earlier Thailand trips, even if I had a boy stay the night before I left to go back home, I usually go to the airport, alone, and geared up and focussed to return home. It is partly because of BurBoy that I now have the Airport Goodbye™ as a integral part of my LOS trips. With BurBoy, the airport goodbye was a necessity, a way to spend every last remaining minute with me before I disappeared from his life for a few months. But with any other boy I just met or offed, the airport goodbye is less needed. I’m pretty sure that after a night of getting molested by me, they just wanted to go back to their room and sleep, to regain energy for the next customer that night. This trip's airport goodbye was supposed to be BurBoy’s, but instead MonBoy has claimed it for himself. This trip, BurBoy did not insist on the goodbye, probably because of his work prep, and probably because it takes up to 2 hours (with traffic) from Suvarnabhumi to his room near Don Meaung. MonBoy, although having just met him, volunteered wholeheartedly to accompany me to the airport. If he got his way, he would’ve spent all three nights with me this trip, even waiting me on the second night, the night I was with BurBoy, by not taking on any customers, and not going to Jupiter (after I give him his off fee for the second night), in the off chance I will change my mind and call on him. We spend out last few moments naked together on the tub in my room at the Crowne Plaza. He has put all the bath soaps and effervescent salts in the tub to make it nice for us. We don’t have sex. Instead we talk, enjoy and relax for the next half hour. He gives me a soft neck and upper back massage while I lay against him in the tub. I was the little spoon, and he was giving me a relaxing rub. He washed off the makeup off of my hickeys and promised to conceal the hickey better than he did at Boots. We get off the tub and showered off the bath salts and got dressed for the taxi ride to Suvarnabhumi. He puts on the makeup back on my neck and cheek, and when I look at the hickeys in the mirror, it was really barely noticeable unless you knew what you were looking at. I hope it stays on through my flight and dinner tonight. I check out at the lobby (0 baht with points), and get a taxi (500 baht flat rate) and we are off. And he immediately does this: Still holding my hand to the very end. He was very quiet, closing his eyes sometimes to rest, looking at me once in a while and smiling. He was being contemplative, probably thinking about what he will do for the rest of the day, for the rest of his life, now that he is about to say goodbye to yet another customer. He was using two hands to hold my hand for some reason. Holding me too close it seems. We get to the airport and I do my usual check-in. MonBoy hangs back while I do this. While I get my tags and tickets printed by the kind lady in Thai Aiways counter, I look back at MonBoy sitting on the bench. He sees me look at him and he smiles, quite tentatively. He looks away and has a look of worry. I wonder what he was thinking? I get my bags checked and tickets and head over his way. He stands up to greet me and kisses me in the lips. “Are you OK?” I ask him. He looks at me and says “I OK, yes,” quite tepidly. I ask him if he wanted to get something to eat. It was only 12:30 PM and we had plenty of time. He takes my backpack from my shoulders and puts it on his back. “You no have to do for me,” pointing to my bag. He pretends to not hear as we make our way to the 3rd floor where all the shops and restaurants were. We peruse our options and choose a nice Thai restaurant with a nice selection of traditional Thai food for both of us to enjoy. We look at the menu and I find a few rice dishes that I liked. I tell MonBoy my selection and he orders three of the ones I have chosen. He also orders a big tall glass of beer and I do the same. It’s a short flight to Manila and I am heading straight to a dinner so I guess beer is not out of the question for now. While we wait for our food he holds my hand and caresses my forearm. He is still quiet, not his usual jovial self from yesterday. And then he spots a tall Chinese-looking guy and laughs. He points to the guy discreetly and points to where my hickeys were. “Same na!” he says. I look at the guy and see a giant hickey in his neck, unconcealed, for all the world to see. I guess I was not the only one with souvenir love marks to take home. I wonder how many tourists leaving Suvarnabhumi today had hickeys. This airport probably has a larger than normal ratio of hickeyed to non-hickeyed passengers, compared to other airports in the world. We get our food and we dig in. We have been up for 3 hours and this is our first taste of food, so we dig in wholeheartedly. MonBoy takes photos and sends them to his FaceBook and to Victory, his cousin from last night. “Good food?” he asks, breaking the silence. “Yes I like, very delicious.” He feeds me a big helping of some of the chicken. “I want you eat many because I cannot buy you food after this.” He smiles and nods. “What do you do in Philippine?” he asks about my trip. “I have some work there and I will tour too,” I answer. “When you go back USA?” “5 days. What will you do after today?” “I go back Myanmar.” “Oh, will you go to Myanmar to visit your family?” “No, I go Myanmar to live.” “You no want go back Jupiter?” “I no want to be Money Boy. I want go my farm” I was slightly taken aback by this. He has only been working for 2 weeks as a gogo boy in Jupiter, and now he is quitting? Did he think he had enough money saved up to finish his house in Myanmar now, with me his last off? Was I his last ever customer? Was I that horrible that I turned him off from his profession? He sees me puzzled and confused, but I couldn’t find the words to try to figure this out. “Why no gogo?” I finally say. “I no want work Bangkok. Difficult. I want go back Myanmar. I want see my family. I work farm. I want go my house.” “Do you have money for house?” “Maybe. I can go back.” Being a Money Boy is obviously a difficult job for anyone, no matter how hardened inside you are. But for a hot 21-year-old boy with considerable assets like his, being a Money Boy for a year or two could be very lucrative for MonBoy. He could save all his earnings and really start out his life back in his home country. And he would still be young enough to start over and do whatever he wanted. But instead here he was, quitting only after a short time. Maybe what he was saying was true. Or maybe he was still playing The Game. Maybe if he told me I was going to be his last customer, that I would feel obligated to give him a lot of money to send him on his way as his last off. Who knows. “Next time if you come Bangkok, Line me. I come back Bangkok and see you,” he says, smiling, holding my hand. “I want see you again.” “Okay, I Line you if I come,” I tell him. That’s probably not going to happen. But I guess it is a nice option to have. He is a beautiful boy, super attentive, and knows how to make me believe he was into me. But Bangkok is full of boys like him. He was special, sure, and the chemistry between us is very hard to find, but I am certain that there are many other boys like him out there. This was just a cold hard fact. Bangkok's charms are delightful and numerous, and his seemingly unique brand of sexual sorcery can probably be replicated elsewhere by another hot boy. He tells me more about his farm and his house. He shows photos of both as well as his family members. It is obvious that he misses them a lot. I guess he really wasn’t meant to live a life in the fast lane. Being a Bangkok Gogo Boy was only a way for him to make some quick cash. It was not a legitimate long-term career choice for him, nor is it anyone else's, I'm sure. I ask him if there was a way for him to go back to school. He says that school is not for him, and will probably will just farm for the rest of his life. We finish our meal and it was time for me to go to my gate. I ask him if he was going to use the train or a taxi. He said the train would be cheaper for him. As we make our down the labyrinthine escalator system that Suvarnabhumi had to get to the basement level for the train, he doesn’t stop with the PDA. He had his arm around me the while time, and he gave me discreet kisses once in a while. He didn’t care who saw. He was again testing his theory that Thailand is a more tolerant country than his own. When we get to the train level, I pull him aside and gave him long time tip. I gave him the standard long time plus 50%. I wanted to give him more, but not too big of an amount that it would seem like I got manipulated by his story of quitting the gogo boy scene. I was not sure if it was true. He takes the money without counting and puts it in his pocket. He gives me my backpack and buys his fare in the fare machine. He gives me one last giant wet kiss and goes through the turnstile. And just like that, he was gone. No tears for me this time. Only confusion and wonderment on what MonBoy has just told me about his future. I didn’t want to think that I had something to do with his decision, but what if I did? I can’t let it get to me. Only time will tell if he really has quit. I go through security and ruminate about all this in the Thai Airways lounge. I get a coffee and sit down and begin to write this trip report, knowing full well that it was going to be mostly about this wonderful, strange, and beautiful boy. I was actually glad that his two weeks of employment at Jupiter intersected with my trip. If I met him at the start of his two weeks, the circumstances might have been different and the off might not have been as good. But I meet him at the end of his tenure, and it was clear that he was eager to go out with a bang. The Thai Airways plane ride was smooth and uneventful. The rest of my time in Manila was great and entertaining as well. Everyday, in my 5 days in Manila, MonBoy has dutifully talked to me. Video called me several times a day, each day. He made sure I saw where he was every time, usually in his room, as if to show me he wasn’t in Jupiter or with a customer anymore, especially at show time, at night, to prove that he has quit the business for good. After all this, I get on my plane back to the USA. My first day back he tells me he is leaving for Myanmar in 2 days. I ask him if I was really his last customer. He says yes. He then says that he considers me a friend, and would like to continue to correspond with me. Sure enough, in two days he leaves for Myanmar. The video calls, now happening in rural Mon State, Myanmar, become more sparse and less regular. He says it is because of the spotty mobile internet connection in his hometown. After a week, the calls stop. He still messages me on Facebook once in a while, occasionally sending me photos of his farm, his house, his face covered in Thanaka, etc. The haircut becomes less fashionable, the clothes become more traditional. He has made his transformation back into farmer. No transformations for me. I am still the same numazu, sex-crazed monster.

More replies... Public Displays of Affection I think there is a difference between tolerance and just plain appropriateness. Thailand may be one of the more tolerant countries in terms of gay people and relationships, but that doesn't mean it is appropriate to flaunt it anywhere I want. It is appropriate to hold a boy's hand or give pecks in the cheek to show affection when at dinner or in a movie house, but maybe not in the confines of the BTS or elevator with a captive audience who has to see all this PDA while waiting for the next station or floor. I certainly feel uncomfortable if a couple, any couple, would start smooching in an elevator. It may be tolerated, but it is not appropriate. I have a general rule: I let the local decide what is appropriate for PDA in his country, with certain exceptions. I can assume that a country is super tolerant, like Thailand, but I won't start holding the local's hand until he starts it. I'm generally respectful of the country I am in regardless of my preconceived thoughts about said country. If MonBoy deems it appropriate he holds my hand while walking on the sidewalks of Siam Paragon (outside Silom), then I am OK with it. With that said, I always like it when a boy I am with (including my boyfriend) holds my hand in public while we walk to where we are going. It makes me feel that we are still thinking about each other while we are exploring. But i rarely initiate this, unless I am in Silom or Castro or Chueca or SoHo, where all the gays are at. This is my assumption in any country I am in, unless proven otherwise by my local companion. Again: acceptable vs. appropriate are two different things. I don't know how many times I've walked out of Boyztown in Pattaya with the boy of the night holding hands with me on our way to the (former) Marriott. It is a short walk sure, but those boys seemed conformable enough to hold hands. I didn't complain. But I am not farang-looking so, YMMV. But as vinapu and samebb have said, do not push things too far. I never initiate the contact. I think this is the key: varying levels of acceptance of the public to the relationship. That's why being respectful regardless of where you are is the most important thing to do. MonBoy kept telling me over and over that our PDA was acceptable in Thailand, and not in his country Myanmar. So he enjoys doing the PDA when he can. And yes samebb, his own brand of PDA is above and beyond anything I have experienced. It was too much actually, but I really enjoyed the attention for sure. I think he enjoyed my reluctance to the extreme PDA, and he wanted to push it further and further to see if I will crack under the pressure. I was actually embarrassed to do it in front of you and Victory. I think Victory was the most embarrassed because he grew up with MonBoy and hasn't seen this side of him. We must have looked like sex-hungry animals to you guys (and we were, but still). And this is the best advice of all.

Day 4.0: The Devil Made Me Do It There are very few things that are certain in life. Death and Taxes of course. But when going to Bangkok, getting sex is almost a certainty, as long as you have some baht with you to give away, or free if someone fancies you online. But the certainty of getting good sex is an altogether different matter. You can always pay for sex, but the certainty of the sex actually being good is less of a sure thing, no matter how much you pay. Some posters have asked me why it seems that I have had very good luck with the offs and getting good sex almost every time. There is a simple answer to that: I've had a lot of practice, and it hasn’t always been this way. I have started these reports on my 8th trip to Thailand. The 7 previous trips have had it shares of ups and downs. More ups for sure, but it took me a while to hone my skill of finding the right boy, and knowing if it will work out or not, just by sitting with the boy for 15 minutes or more over a drink in his bar. I think I am a fairly demanding customer, wanting not just good sex but also affection, attention and, most importantly, wanting to listen to a good story. For me sex, and good sex, and can always be had pretty easily, but getting that from a boy who is also willing to share with you his life story is harder to come by. Getting sex in Thailand is like shooting fish in a barrel, there is simply no challenge to it. There is no specialized skill needed to hire a boy to sleep with you. So I try to up the difficulty by also wanting the boy to be a lot of other things for me: a good friend, a decent companion, and a great storyteller. MonBoy seems to have all this in spades. Out of all the offs I’ve had in Thailand, this one seems to check all the boxes, with interest. Great sex? Check. Boyfriend experience? Double Check. Hickeys the size of Texas? Check, check, check. A great story? Lots of checks. So here he was, trying to check that first box, for the third time today. He needed Kamagra to perform, I am assuming because he is used to being the top in all the offs he’s had. And he certainly wanted that to be the case now. He sits me down on the couch and feeds me his enormous cock, now hard because of Kamagra and our foreplay. I take it, using all my jaw muscles to accommodate it, and using both hands to stimulate his shaft and balls. It takes all that to just make sure that he is getting the stimulation he needs. He pulls out and rubs his big cock all over my face. He puts a finger in my mouth as he torments me with his thing. He shoves his balls up against my face. I get a good whiff of his scent. It was still fresh even if we have been out for hours now. I chew on his balls as he moans in pleasure. He pulls away and then leans back to kiss me again. He sits on my lap to continue with the kiss. His large cock was pressing on my tummy. He takes off my shirt and rubs his cock on my chest. A generous amount of precum gets rubbed on my skin. He’s still stimulated after all the events today. He takes off my pants and underwear and proceeds to suck me. There was something hot about a hung boy just going to town on your cock. When he has me good and wet, he sits on my lap and proceeds to work my cock in him. I tell him to stop and to get a condom. He puts a hand on my mouth to shut me up. He continues to put my cock in. I take his hand off my face and put my hands on his hips to guide me out of him. I tell him this is dangerous territory he is treading on. He tells me “I OK with you.” I look him squarely in the eyes and tell him to get a condom. He smiles and then kisses me again. Pretty soon he is trying to put me in him again. I laugh and tell him yet again to get a condom. He relents and gets one out of the bathroom. He puts it on me and then sits on me again. He thrusts his hips up and down as his large cock bounces around my tummy. He puts his hands on my shoulders to steady himself while he thrusts up and down. The visual of him and his hard cock bouncing up and down was too much. I shoot inside the condom. I ask him to cum while I will still in him. It takes him a while but he shoots all over my chest and couch. Box checked. He gets off me and takes my hand to get in the shower. We got extra clean for the well-earned rest we were about to take. We get in bed and he turns on the TV and looks for some movie he wanted to watch. He turns the volume low and holds me close. He gives me little kisses and massages my neck while we cuddle. I got my attention. Box checked. I ask him more about his life. I ask him if he has a girlfriend. He reminds me that he told me earlier that he liked both men and women. I tell him that he seemed straight to me, the way he carried himself, dressed himself etc. He laughs and tells me that he gets this all the time. When he is with women, they tell him that he seemed gay to them. When it is men, they think he is straight. He says that it doesn’t matter to him. If he loves the person, doesn’t matter what gender it came in. Love is love. A good story among other stories he has told me. Box checked. He then asks me if I had a boyfriend or girlfriend. I play The Game again and tell him I was single. He asks if I wanted to be his boyfriend. I hesitate and tell him it is hard to be BFs if we are thousands of miles apart, and that I barely know him. He promises me to video call everyday and we can get to know each other then. I tell him we can do that and see what happens. He hugs me and kisses me and we continue to cuddle. I was thinking to myself that I do not need another quasi-boyfriend right now. But at this night and these circumstances, it felt right. So we spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking and half-watching the movie. He turns off the TV and asks me what were we doing tomorrow. I tell him I had a flight to catch at 3 PM so we had time to say our goodbyes and have breakfast before I head out to the airport. He tells me he wanted to bring me to the airport to say goodbye. I guess there is something about Myanmar boys and airports that happens for me. We must be both exhausted because we sleep all the way to the alarm at 9:30 AM. I get up to pee and head back to cuddle with MonBoy. He shouts “Good morning!” before even opening his eyes, like two mornings before. He hugs me to pull me close so I will get back to sleep. I remind him that I had a flight to catch today so we can’t sleep long. He opens his eyes and looks at me. He notices my hickeys and surveys them with his fingers. “I sorry!” he says while shaking his head. He rubs them in the hopes of making them go away. I wonder if it was that bad. I go back to the bathroom and turn on the light to look at them. Wow. The bruising has settles overnight and now they look huge and dark red. Definitely a problem when I fly back to Manila to my dinner. I rub them like MonBoy did. I sigh and resign myself to my fate. MonBoy joins me in the bathroom and we both try to assess the damage. MonBoy tells me we should take a shower and head “Out Silom.” We do that and get dressed. I guess we are going for breakfast. We get to the 23rd floor of the Crowne Plaza and MonBoy heads over to the other set of elevators to get to the ground floor. “No eat here?” as I point to the hotel restaurant. “No, go Silom” he says. Okiedokie. We get to Silom from Rama IV. He stops at the nearest Boots Pharmacy and head overs to their makeup section. He spots a sales lady and asks her something. After some back and forth MonBoy points to me and my hickeys and the sales lady looks at them. She heads over to the some of the makeup in the wall and explains to MonBoy what we needed to get. OK now I got it. We weren’t heading out to breakfast. MonBoy was looking for makeup to conceal my hickeys. We go through our makeup options and after a few trials we find some that matches my skins color. MonBoy dutifully tests it on my hickey, blotting foundation on it, blowing it dry, and then covering it up with some powder. When he was satisfied he instructs me to look in the mirror. I was impressed. The hickey was barely noticeable. He smiles widely and thanked him. He kisses me on the lips. So we get these two items: So he was being considerate as well. He was giving me the whole boyfriend experience. Box checked. We get back to the hotel and I finish packing. While I did that, MonBoy goes to the bathroom and I hear the water running. He goes back out and I ask him when he wanted to eat. He said we can eat in the airport so we can spend more time together. I look at my watch and it was only 10:30 AM. I guess we had some time to kill. He tells me he is filling the tub with water so we can have a short dip in it. I finish packing, and the tub gets filled. He takes a dip: And I join him. It was nice seeing his naked body one last time. We relax before the inevitable airport goodbye. I hate airports, next.

Finally, I have time to reply to your queries: The Game Maybe I was too mean, but I'd like to think it was more of a game. Since he is a Money Boy, his motivations are more or less driven by money. Anything that I can do to motivate him further without giving him more money (like mock anger on a perceived but understandable slight - like being late for an appointment), into getting more service/sex/fringe benefits, is to my advantage. I believe that he is having sex with me because he is attracted to me, or doing it out of the kindness of his heart, but he is doing it for the money, so thinking about the business side of this transaction, any leverage you have to get more out of the exchange should be taken advantage of. So from the looks of things, this gambit worked for me, and I got more from what I bargained for. Maybe the other leverage the I had (maybe he was attracted to me, maybe he was doing it out of the kindness of his heart - who knows), may have come into this as well. Lots of grey areas in money boy transactions. Things are not as cut and dry even if at the end of the day it is a money transaction. Money Boys toy with our hearts all the time in the name of getting more money. I should probably be able to toy with his heart (ego, pride, whatever) to get what I want as well. MonBoy was eager to play the game, and I would like to believe that in the end, we both won. His taking the initiative and pursuing me and getting on that mocy, even without tacit instructions from me to do so, is part of this game. He surprised me with that move, so he had the upper hand. Cat and mouse. I don't want to stereotype SE Culture, or any culture, in terms of their reputation for tardiness. I've had business meetings in SE countries and latin countries and invariably all started on time. Of course I should not expect a 21-year-old country boy from Myanmar to adhere to the same standard as I do with work, but it was all in the name of leverage rather than actually bothered that he was late. I couldn't care less that he was late. But it was fun to make him feel bad about it, though, all in the name of gaining leverage. I agree with this wholeheartedly. He is (was) a new Money Boy, and learning to (at least) honor promises will go a long way towards him getting bigger and better tips (and better offs). I keep reminding him that always start an off always on a good note. Being late is not that. It is entirely possible that he got confused with the AM/PM thing, and this was a good lesson for me to learn as well. And I wish I lived in a cave like you, vinapu . There is no LINE in a cave. More replies soon...

Day 3.6: Marking His Territory I don’t know what is it about me, but I get hickeys a lot. I don’t know how many times I’ve went to work Monday morning with a big honking red blotch in my neck. There was a point where I was ashamed of it, trying to use ways to hide, all of which didn’t work. I’ve tried putting a spoon in the freezer for 15 minutes an applying it to the bruise. Doesn’t work. I tried rubbing toothpaste on it. Hoax cure. The only way to really hide it was with makeup, scarves or turtlenecks. I’ve also had a lot of hickeys left on me by money boys. I’ve been able to talk about two of those times in trip reports. There was that time with a ScrewBoys guys who planted one on my chest. And another one from a Mandalay Grindr hookup. The first one was a benign experience. The second one wasn't as benign: BurBoy gave me a hard time when he saw it. I am actually glad this happened seeing him. These two big bad blotches in my neck would kill him. There is something primal about getting a hickey. You are literally sucking the blood out of a guy. It is very intimate as well, and it takes commitment from the deliverer, and the willingness from the recipient. And up to this point I was willing to get the hickey from MonBoy, until I got an even bigger second hickey. I take a selfie of those two blotches and show it to MonBoy. “No good,” I tell MonBoy. MonBoy sheepishly smiles and then kisses me in the lips. “You can me now,” pointing to his beck, pulling his shirt collar down to expose it more. OK, he was willing to have this done to him as well. I have never tried to give someone a hickey before. I tried once and it didn’t work. I tried again, twice, three times. I wasn’t doing it right. Everyone was telling me how to do it. I just couldn’t, for some reason. I may be too skittish in public. But the positive of this whole thing was, I was able to chew on MonBoy’s neck for a good ten minutes, in front of god and everyone in the Soi. Good times. Some boys in the bar even got some photos in. God knows where those end up. It was now 10:30 and Victory was getting antsy. I guess it was time to go to DJ Station. We pay up and I wish Hot Male Myanmar Boy. “Thank you for secret,” referring to not telling BurBoy about MonBoy. I'm asking one Burmese boy to not tell another Burmese boy about another Burmese boy. This must be a record for me. He hugs me and wishes all of us well. I attempt to again tip him and he violently refuses. I had to force it on him. While we walk I got a little excited about our DJ Station visit. I was more than happy to see how MonBoy was in the dance floor. We pay for our 300 baht a person and get two drink tickets for the bar. This is where MonBoy takes over. Instead of going to the main dancehall, he goes to one of the peripheral bars next to the dance club. He said we can get more bang for our alcohol buck in here. We all get these giant tankful of alcohol mixed with a mixer: I took one swig of the drink and boy was it strong. MonBoy handed me his drink for me to try. I take a sip and was taken aback. Oh wow he asked for more alcohol on his because it was way strong. We head over to the main dance hall and see that it was not as busy as it should be on a normal Friday night, though I guess it is low season so it is expected. We immediately went to the center of the dance floor. The drag show and boy dance was well underway and it was nicely done: The show ends and we start dancing. It was hard to dance with these two-ton drinks we had, but it was manageable. MonBoy was being his usual affectionate self. And he pulled a fast one on me. He was kissing me and then he chewed on my cheek to leave another hickey! I just laughed. At this point I don't think another hickey would make any difference. MonBoy takes a photo of me and shows me the new hickey acquisition. It wasn't bad. MonBoy was a hickey factory. There were at least two instances tonight when other guys wanted to get a piece of MonBoy. One was early in the night where I noticed that MonBoy was getting pulled by a couple to our left. It was an asian couple and I guess they found him attractive. He gets pulled into their spot and he just goes back to us. It was nice that other guys find MonBoy hot, but they can see was with us, so it was a little rude. The other time was towards the end where it was getting crowded and it was getting steamy. We ended close to the stage where there were revelers dancing their hearts out. MonBoy kept getting pulled up on stage and the boys kept taking his shirt off. Every time MonBoy would get back down and put his shirt back on. If you saw MonBoy, yes you would want his shirt off at all times. But I guess he didn't like this as much. He asks me to finish his drink (he couldn't finish it as it was too strong) and then tells me that we should go to the bathroom to expel our alcohol. We do so (after I take a peek of his cock at the next urinal). MonBoy then takes my hand to go out to the courtyard. He tells me it was getting stuffy in there and he wanted to leave. I guess all that groping and harassment got to him. We exit to Silom and I ask MonBoy if we wanted to eat. He says yes and pointed across the street to a spot that he wanted to eat at. I text samebb that we were outside and were about to eat. samebb says they are still inside and will try to join us later. MonBoy take my hand and we cross the street to Thanon Sala Daeng were some street food vendors were. He chooses a vendor that had some pork innards soup. I happen to love this. We get our order: Everything was in it. Pork meat, intestines, liver, some lungs etc. We found it so yummy that MonBoy orders another helping for the two of us that we can share. He says that this was a favorite spot of his to go to after work. He found it cheap and satisfying. I found another way to share in MonBoy's life. It's amazing how much ground we covered in the last two nights together. samebb and Victory appeared. They didn't join us in the innards soup celebrations but stayed around to talk. I thanked both of them for the wonderful night. I bid my farewell with samebb, and thanked him especially for finding MonBoy for me. It is always nice to have an expat be the eyes and ears for us less fortunate “short-timer” tourists. I don't think I would even have discovered MonBoy in the crowded Jupiter bar without samebb recommending him first. We finish our meal and I pay (220 baht). We go by the 7-11 up the road on Silom to get some last minute waters and snacks. MonBoy dutifully carries the goods for me as we head back to the hotel. It was still early (at 1:30 AM) so we did not feel that this night was done by any means. We both knew this might be the last time we see each other, ever, so we were trying to make this night count. That's the life of money boys, and us customers, here in Bangkok. Everything is so temporary. It is always wise to keep your distance whenever you encounter a money boy. Which is the opposite of what a Money Boy strives to do. It is in his best interest to make the night and the circumstance really memorable for the customer, so that they get a huge tip, or get repeat offs from the customer. This constant push and pull is what makes this world very interesting, and this struggle is what I savor the most. We get to the hotel room and I can tell that MonBoy was in a very good mood. He was singing a Thai song and dancing around the room. He starts taking his clothes off and I take out my camera to take one photo of him shirtless. He smiles into the camera and keeps singing. I take the camera back into my pocket, but MonBoy tells me to take more photos of him. Of course I comply. He flexes his muscles for me and laughs as his does it. He begins taking off his pants to reveal his baggy boxer briefs. He poses in different angles until I see that his cock is working its way into hard. I guess the Kamagra is starting to work. Slowly, and seductively, he starts taking off his underwear. I keep snapping away. He reveals his monster cock and poses it in certain ways as I shoot more photos. He lays his cock on the office table. The contrast of his brown cock on the white desk was impressive. It looked really huge. He flexes again. I take photos again. This boy can charm me into doing anything. He takes my phone and flips the camera to the selfie mode. He takes a selfie of both of us, and then starts making out with me while still taking selfies. He puts the camera away and we continue on kissing. This boy was on fire. The only thing I can do is to fan the flames. Next.

Day 3.4: So Much From So Little And the answer to the previous question is no. We tried though. He greases up his pole a lot. He takes his time to grease up my hole. He puts one finger, and then two to prime it. And then he puts it in. It was painful, and it was a lot. It was not fun. He gets the tip in and gets some millimeters in some more. I try to block out the pain, to no avail. The girth is really what kills me. He tries to start thrusting in and out, but his cock was not even a third in. After a while he gives up and he says “I go out.” He pulls out slowly. Ouch. He leans in to kiss me. He tries to revive my now soft cock. He continues to kiss me. He sits beside me and kisses me while he takes off the condom and strokes himself. The sight of him beside me, stroking his giant cock, and kissing me made my cock hard again. He stands up and sits on my lap and continues to stroke himself. He was trying to cum again the same way this morning, but with me now joining him. He cums all over my cock and chest. I keep stroking with now cum as lube. He kisses me to help. I shoot. This boy is wasted on someone like me. He would be perfect for an insatiable bottom. But I was going to make the most of him. He is more than just a big cock. Though I can see how his big cock sometimes defines him. He is way more than his legendary appendage. He leads me to the shower so we can clean up. After the usual cleaning routine we cuddle in the bed naked. He puts my head on his chest. He likes this position. We watch TV for a while and then I ask him questions. I ask him about his life back in Myanmar. I ask him about his family life. I ask him about what intentions for the future were. It was the usual story of poverty that I have heard a million times. But it was colored by his descriptions of is family members. He had four brothers, all younger than him. He took out his phone and showed me photos of the handsome boys. He says they have all big cocks like him. I was stunned and titillated at the same time, of course. Man how much money would those brothers get if they entered the same profession. Then I snap out of it and realized that this is really not the job they should be striving for, even if they are appropriately equipped (hehe) for it. My mind does not leave the gutter sometimes. So we chat for a while and watch TV for a while and continue to drink beer. We then decide to take a little nap before the night ahead. I find these little “disco naps” that I take to be essential in order to enjoy a full night of fun and frolic, including sex. I am not in my 20s anymore, so I have to pace myself. I am sure my spitfire companion can keep on going and going like the 21-year-old energy bunny that he is. A very very hung energy bunny. We wake up at 7:30 and freshen up for the night ahead. As usual the trip, we were meeting up with samebb in Soi 4. Soi 4 has been a revelation this trip. The addition of Jupiter to its portfolio has made the Soi much more vibrant than its previous incarnation. The beer bars are complemented by the Jupiter eye candy that have to walk through the Soi to get to work. If I was a shrewd business man I would put up a complementary gogo bar in front of Jupiter, and fill it with either twinks or muscle boys, and/or any service or boys that may be lacking at Jupier that the market wants. I get a text from samebb to tell me that he and Victory just arrived at Soi 4. That was our cue to head over. Off to Silom we go, hand-in-hand of course. We find our friends sitting across from each other on a table in Telephone pub. I sit next to Victory, who was facing the street. MonBoy says something quick to Victory, before telling me the same thing in English. He says he was going to Jupiter really quick to get his “Shower Show” earnings for the past 14 days. He got 500 baht per show, so he was due 7000 baht. He heads over to Jupiter to join his feollow co-workers as they start they work shift at 8 PM. I order an espresso martini, my default first drink in Soi 4. I get to know Victory with samebb’s help. Such a sweet boy. His English was a little bit better than MonBoy’s. Which makes sense because Victory has been working in Bangkok longer than MonBoy has. I found it interesting that MonBoy and Victory were related, and they look nothing alike. MonBoy was a handsome and masculine, lean-ripped guy’s guy, while Victory was more a cute gay twink with smooth edges. I asked him about growing up in Myanmar and all that. It was very informative in knowing more about MonBoy’s background. MonBoy come back and sits next to me. So I had Victory to my right and MonBoy to my left. I asked him if he got his money. He says yes and was very happy. He smelled me again, and kissed my cheek. Victory looks at MonBoy and chastises him. They talk for a little bit. samebb asks what was going on. Victory says that MonBoy looked a little red and asked him if he took Kamagra, the erectile dysfunction drug found at street vendors on Silom. I asked MonBoy why he took the drug. He said he “chuck wow 2 today already,” and wanted to be ready for me in case there was a third time tonight. I was impressed. MonBoy was prepared for the eventuality of a third sexual encounter for us today. He has learned fast in his 2 weeks as a gogo boy. And then, it happens. He asks me if he could plant a hickey on my neck. I thought it would be fun, so I say yes. He does with gusto. He shows his handiwork to everyone and samebb and Victory were shocked. It was a huge hickey. I take a selfie of myself and see that, yes, that was a giant love mark. I wasn’t too concerned about it. I wear these things like a badge of honor. We finish our drinks and decide to go to dinner. After much deliberation we decide on trying out the Silom Complex basement restaurants. There was a variety of Thai, Indian and other Asian and western choices to choose from, so we can see what would be good for all four of us. As we headed over on Silom Rd, MonBoy was firmly attached to me like a lamprey attached to its prey. He was hugging me and kissing me once in a while, in full view of the embarrassed samebb and Victory. He didn’t seem to care. Nod did I. This was fun. We get to Silom Complex and and get to the basement. I tell all three whch restaurants I tought were good or not. The boys look at the menus in front of each restaurant. After some deliberation we settle on Indian food at a restaurant called “Mrs. Balbir's”. They didn’t have a lot of customers relative to other in the basement, but the boys wanted to try it so we take our seats in the front of the restaurant. We get some menus and MonBoy consults with me about the choices. We make our choices. We get our beers and toast to the night ahead. MonBoy was in very very good spirits (too good?) and was very touchy feely. I usually have no problems with public displays of affection. BurBoy likes holding hands and kissing once in while, but MonBoy takes it to a whole new level. The kisses came like every 5 minutes. The hugs were there the whole time. A part of his body was connected to me the every time. And once in a while he would navigate my hand, or elbow, or forearm, to his bulge, as if to remind me it was still there. How could anyone forget that legendary appendage of his. We get our food and quite expectedly MonBoy feeds me his food. Talk about intimacy. He even implores me to try his beer as well. I liked this to a point but MonBoy kind of is overdoing it with the “taking care” thing that gogo boys do so well. I play along of course. I like the attention. Maybe its because of his lateness earlier. Maybe its making up for the whole off including two days ago. It was actually getting noticed by the staff and some customers in the restaurant. They kept looking at MonBoy and me. I wonder what they see. We finish dinner (thank goodness), and it was only 9:30 PM so we had time to kill before heading over to DJ. We decide to go to the other gay Soi, Soi Twilight, and get another drink or five. We get to Hot Male bar and get greeted by our favorite Myanmar Boy. He notices that I didn’t have BurBoy with me. He shakes his head. We sit down and Myanmar Boy sits in front of me to get my order, or just to talk about why BurBoy wasn't with me. He wasn't friends with him, or anything, but he was wondering about it. I just told him I was with another boy, and I was with BurBoy yesterday. I look him in his pretty eyes and ask him not to tell BurBoy. He says of course. He doesn’t do that. I do trust him a lot. So I know my secret is safe. We talk some more before we get interrupted by MonBoy and asked if we could get our drink order in. We all order and toast to the night. Maybe it was because I was talking to Hot Male Myanmar Boy, but MonBoy saw a flower vendor pass by Hot Male, and he went to her to check out the flowers. 20 seconds later I was presented with this pretty bouquet of flowers: samebb laughed and remarked that this is probably the first time in history a money boy has ever bought a customer a bouquet of flowers. I told him I’m sure that’s not true. samebb then says that maybe on their birthdays, customers may get one, but not on a regular night. I accept the flowers wholeheartedly and we continue on the merriment. And MonBoy wasnt finished with his charm offensive. He kept kissing me and hugging me and taking care of me in front of others. He then surprises me and plants another big hickey in my neck. I resisted a little bit but couldn’t resist, again. I show the hickey to the others. They gasp in horrow. I take a selfie and dear god I now have two giants red blotches in my neck. This was not good… next

Day 3.3: Afternoon Delight When I am in Bangkok, lunch is usually the most overlooked meal of the day. I am guaranteed a breakfast of course, the most important meal of the day, for me especially. It varies between 9 AM to 1 PM, depending on what happened the night before and if I was catching a flight. Dinner is also somewhat of a guarantee. I usually have it before going to the bars at 10:30, or even earlier if Soi 4 was an option before the gogo bars. A third, optional meal, is taken around 2 AM or even later. It’s usually after a DJ Station night or Fake Club crawl, useful to soak up the alcohol. So lunch may be the casualty of a very busy day, and my days are invariably always busy when on holiday. But today was a day to have lunch. I had two yummy bread things for breakfast, and 4 hours later I was about to have lunch with MonBoy, a boy who now no doubt was super hungry from all the making up he had to do just earlier, samebb, who was doing errands in Silom, and Mr. Perfect, the boy who launched a thousand trolls on GayThailand. Still basking in the afterglow of our sex, MonBoy and I were skipping through Silom, hands held, MonBoy kissing me and smelling my face or neck once in a while. It was hot and humid, as per usual, but I didn’t mind the extra heat coming out of MonBoy as he engulfed me with affection. We get to Silom Soi 3 where Kuku Ramen was. It was weird to be on this street and not go to the AirBNB condo. We get in and see that there were no customers except for our friends. They see us and get invited over. samebb introduces us to Mr. Perfect. And he was pretty cute. A cute Thai twink. I can see why people go gaga over him. Not for me for sure, but for most GayThailand members. He shakes my hand and talks to MonBoy in Thai. I see that they already have their orders and were in the middle of their meal. I guess my sex with MonBoy took longer than expected. We get menus and I look at my ramen options. I ask MonBoy if he was going to have a problem with the food here. He only ate Thai/Burmese food in Thailand. He looked at the menu and said he was fine with the Japanese food choices. I get a ramen/bento thingie and MonBoy, after discussing the menu with a waiter, ordered some chicken and rice thing. While we wait for our orders, I quizzed Mr. Perfect about a lot of things, including about his recent notoriety with his photos appearing in GayThailand. I am not going to say much about this, because of the aftermath, and I am not interested in ripping off band-aids. But I will say this: it is one thing to talk about people like they were abstract beings. But once you meet them in the flesh and get to know them, you get a sense of why they did what they did, and reacted how they did. I do feel bad that his photos got posted. But no harm, no foul. The photos are down, and he is back to his boy ways. Soon our lunch comes and we start eating our delicious food. Even before MonBoy takes a bite of his food, he takes a portion and feeds me. BurBoy liked to feed me like this, and I liked it a lot, and MonBoy had some sixth sense that I would enjoy this. As we eat he keeps on feeding me. He also takes some food from my plate and eats. I love that MonBoy immediately is in a sharing mood with me, without even knowing that I liked this. samebb and I have a good conversation over lunch. We make plans for tonight as well. Victory, MonBoy’s cousin, wanted to go to DJ Station with samebb and us two, so this was the activity for the night. We also planned on getting a bite to eat as well. So we agree on the double date, samebb and Victory, numazu and MonBoy. It’ll be a chance for me to get to know MonBoy better through his cousin. I never knew I would have this affinity with the Burmese, but I guess my recent trip to Myanmar did wonders to my opinion of the Myanmar people. We wrap up lunch and pay the bill. We say our goodbyes and head out. samebb and Mr Perfect head on out as well. It was only me and MonBoy again. I asked him what he wanted to do. He says the eternal words “Up to you.” It was 3 PM and there was plenty of time before the night activities. So I tell him I wanted to go to Siam Paragon to shop for a little bit. I wanted to get some cute t-shirts for the BF and my dad. I told him I can buy him a shirt too if he likes. He smiles widely with his perfect and killer smile. And then he says “Up to you, but no.” I laugh at this conflicting sentence. “We go BTS or taxi?” he asks me. I tell him “Up to you!” I exclaim back. “Really?” he says incredulously. I laugh and nod. He thinks for a minute before doing out to the curb and hailed a taxi. I guess BTS meant walking a lot first and he didn’t want that. We get a taxi and make our way to Siam Paragon. We were a block away and see a pile of cars in our way. The driver talks to MonBoy. MonBoy then asks for the fare from me. I give it to him and he gets out of the car. We are walking the rest of the way. He immediately takes my hand while we walk our way to the mall. There were some Thai men loitering in the sidewalk staring as as. MonBoy takes a look at them and laughs. He says he doesn’t care who sees us holding hands. He says in Myanmar this was really frowned upon, so he is relishing the freedom to show affection, with anyone, here in Bangkok. I ask him if he holds hands with his other customers like this. He says he doesn’t, only the ones who are “clean.” I really don’t know what he meant by this word. We get to Siam Paragon and I go straight to Uniqlo. I take my time looking for clothes for the BF and my dad. MonBoy dutifully follows me around. He takes a shopping basket and carries it for me. When I am done I ask him if he has found anything yet. He says he had a couple in mind. He shows them to me and they were two polo shirts for 600 baht each. I tell him to take both and we are done. He says he wants to only get one. I ask him if he wants two in a different color. He says yes. So I take the two and put them in our basket. I think I can afford 1200 baht. We pay up he gets the bags to carry. He says we can take the BTS to get back to the hotel. Since I was leaving this decision up to him I comply. We go down to the BTS level and he fishes out some coins he had with him to pay for our fare. He takes my hand and leads me to the turnstile and gives me my ticket. We ride the BTS all the way to Sala Daeng station. I didn’t let him hold my hand this time though. I felt a little bit shy if there were people in close quarters seeing this PDA. We get back to the hotel and MonBoy takes off his shirt to try on his new polo shirt. He looked at himself in front of the mirror a few times, admiring his new finds. He sees me looking and goes to me to kiss me. “Thank you,” he says in his boyish raspy voice. Even his voice was one-of-a-kind. He was smiling and seem to be in good spirits. Then he thinks of something. “We no get beer?” he says, as if we forgot to when we were out. I tell him we can have the beer in the mini-bar, pointing where the fridge is. He looks at the selection and gets us two Heineken cans. We toast to the afternoon. Day drinking is fun with a hot boy. He turns on the TV and picks a movie channel, just like BurBoy, though with the volume low. He starts asking me questions about the nature of my work, why I go to the Thailand and other personal things. I try to answer as simply and as general as I could. It’s always interesting tailoring my words for a foreigner who has no concept of some terminology of words I usually take for granted, in the hope of trying to explain what I do and other first world things. But he was curious, and his eyes piercing into me with every word I say. We finish our beers and he says we should try something. I ask him what is it? He starts taking off my clothes. I comply because usually everything good starts with another person taking off your clothes. He sets me down on the couch and he disrobes as well. He was semi-hard, and he puts his cock in my face for some oral. I suck till he was hard. While he was doing this he was stroking my cock as well. When I was hard, he gets of my face and continues to stroke my cock. This was going to be good. He then lifts my legs up and he has a full view of my ass for the first time. He touches my ass with his fingers for a while, and then wets one finger and puts it in. He was gentle, and I was getting into it. And then he puts his face in my ass and starts licking. All this with us not taking a shower. This boy was bold. He was getting me good and wet. I see him spitting in his mouth. And without a warning he jams his cock in my ass, no condom, and with just spit. I was both shocked at the girth going in me, and the fact that he was putting it in without a condom. I pull him back with my legs and he asks “No good?” I say no good. He apologizes. I smile at him and told him he didn’t do anything wrong. “Let’s do good ok?” I tell him. I take my condoms and lube in my bag. I give him the condom. He takes the condom and gives it a nice stretch. He rolls it the condom up and then slowly wraps his huge cock in it. He obviously has a technique on how to fit his cock in the average size. It was super thick but he was able to fit his cock in the condom. Now the question is, was I able to fit his cock in me?