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True, but the sight of at least 80 boys on the stage to begin the night in all (fit) sizes and shapes is pretty impressive. Oftentimes the sheer breadth of choice one has in Dream Boy makes you realize that you are attracted to certain types that you've never even thought you were attracted to, once you see it in the flesh, in skimpy briefs, right in front of you. I began collecting twinks by the dozen when first visiting this bar, and you know my traditional type. Screw Boys - the lateness is a barrier for some, and having only 10 boys at a time is sometimes disappointing Fresh Boys - i love this bar, and is an excellent second choice.

Sorry for the whiplash guys, but since newbie member Mark311088 was asking about Arena in his first post so I thought I'd post the next day of the Trip Report, which was after the Celebrity club visit: Day 11: Playing with Fire #2: Sneaking in an Arena Just some notes from last night at Celebrity Club. Our bill was 1850 baht, for the bottle of whiskey, mixers and some food. I took out 1000 baht, and 45, the older boyfriend of 21, paid the rest, including tip for our great waiter. We left around 3 AM, and 45 was telling me he was going to be tired tomorrow at work. I wished 21 and 45 well, and BurBoy and I bid them farewell. I am glad that clubs like Celebrity and Fake are there if one wants an alternative to gay entertainment from Soi Twilight or Soi 4. And FYI, this was the Facebook listing for last night’s activities. It shows the names of the singers from last night, and the prices of the drinks, as well as the promotion they had if you got there early. This was translated from Thai to English by Facebook, so the text is atrocious: Judging from the lack of English description in their Facebook Page, I am guessing Celebrity Club is still just marketed for Thais. It was a lot of fun though, and I am planning to come back this April, especially if they had Songkran-specific parties, like the foam party they had last year. And from a supposedly slow night last night, it was packed, so it remains popular, and most probably immune to the ebb and flow of high and low tourist seasons, since their main customer base is local. BurBoy got us a taxi and we got home around 3 AM. BurBoy insisted that we go by the 7-11 next to the condo building. We get a variety of frozen rice dishes, some chocolate and waters for the room. BurBoy tells me more about 21 and how he met him and his upcoming monk ordination. He also told me about the dynamic between 21 and 45. Very interesting friends. I will be meeting more of his friends in the coming days. We shower before bed, of course, and then sleep away our drunkenness. BurBoy wakes me up. I look at the clock and it was 10 AM. “I need go embassy na!” BurBoy tells me. I forgot about that. He goes to the bathroom and turns on the shower to heat the water. He pops his head out of the bathroom and tells me “Quick na!” I laugh and go to the bathroom to pee first and then join him in the shower. He had a mission today, and wild horses can’t keep him from getting to the embassy before 2 PM. We get dressed (both shorts and t-shirt) and off we went. On the way he asks me “Breakfast now?” I ask back if he wanted to go to the embassy first and then eat later. “No, eat now. I hungry.” I guess hunger still trumped the wish to get a passport. We look around and see a nice restaurant called Little Home by the Chong Nonsi BTS station. It was #3,907 out of 9,483 Bangkok restaurants on TripAdvisor, so it middle of the pack with the reviewers. At 11 the restaurant was almost empty, on a Wednesday late morning in between the breakfast and lunch crowds. The menu looks interesting, and had extensive English language descriptions, so this must be a favorite among tourists: BurBoy gets a bacon breakfast sandwich and I get the breakfast plate with pancakes and croissants. No iced coffee sadly: The food was standard but satisfactory. And cheap too, I only paid 413 baht. BurBoy puts a 20 baht tip with my cash payment, and we were on our way to the embassy. On our walk I tell BurBoy that I will not be waiting on him at the embassy, and instead I will get some money changed and also a massage. He was OK with this, and we decide to part ways on Sathorn Road. I didn’t manufacture this alone time, but I certainly wanted to take advantage of it. I did tell him I was getting a massage, but I wasn’t specific with BurBoy. This was my chance to check out a massage place to further along my massage experience. Arena was just up the road on Silom from where I was, and it was almost 12 noon. I check the Arena Massage Facebook page and see that their hours are 12 noon to 11 pm, so I can check out if there were boys up early. I head over to the direction of Silom Rd and headed over to Silom Plaza. The first time I checked out Arena, which was in 2015, I wasn’t sure if it was actually at Silom Plaza. I knew it was on the 3rd Floor but unsure where it was once I was there. No obvious signage, no blinking neon sign, just a non-descript door to the massage place. Right now thankfully I knew where I was going. When I got to the elevators at the back, I waited a little bit, sitting on the bench that was close to the elevators, to see if BurBoy was going to Line me, as well as to kill some time so as to not be too early for opening. BurBoy was not Lining so I just played with my phone. I see an Asian guy in his 30s take the elevators. I am assuming he was going to the same place. I wait for 5 more minutes (letting the guy make his pick of the boys), and then I take the elevator to the 3rd floor. I head over to the door to enter the massage place. I open the door and see about 10 guys laying around the couch, or working out in the equipment to the left, or standing around and talking. They see me and immediately present themselves to me. One of the guys goes to me and sits me down the couch. He then calls on the “captain”, who goes over to me and hands me a laminated(?) sheet with their treatments and prices. I found this one their Facebook, and I would imagine what I read was something similar: I didn’t know how much time I had before BurBoy was done with the Myanmar Embassy, so I made it simple: I chose a one-hour oil massage. The captain then calls on the boys to line up, and asks me to choose a boy. I always find this a little bit awkward to do. How do I choose the right kind of boy? Do I use the time-tested criteria of choosing the guy who smiles at me? At least half of them were. So I look at the faces. Two-thirds were what I would consider handsome. That cut it down to 6. Now I get really superficial. I look at the abs. Three boys had unbelievable abs. Ugh, so it was down to them. Now it’s time to just use my gut. I see this one guy. Classic Thai good looks, nice smile, out of this world abs and muscular arms supported by a lean-muscular frame, and cute facial hair. The darker skin was what made it for me, so I pick him. Its funny that I chose someone solely based on looks, and not massage ability, though I guess this skill is harder to gauge until after you get the massage. He disappears in the back and then reappears with some oil and towels. He motions me to take the stairs to our massage room. He escorts me to the room. It was fairly spartan, with few to no décor, a massage table in the center, and a shower at the other end of the room. He asks me to shower first, so I disrobe, carefully folding my clothes on the side table right next to the shower, and get in the makeshift shower. There was a heater with the shower thank goodness, and I use the liquid soap provided. The massage guy leaves for a moment while I shower, but got back before I finished showering. He hands me the towel on the side table, and I dry my body. He motions for me to lie on the massage table. It wasn’t one of those massage tables with a hole to rest your face on, but this bed looked more hygienic than the one I was on in Mandalay. The lighting was perfect, just dim enough to make the ambiance sensual, but bright enough that you can see the amazing body of the guy. He immediately disrobes, and I see his huge uncut cock swinging freely. This was going to be good. What follows is a great massage. It was so relaxing, and he was very good. I almost forgot that I was with a hot guy I am supposedly need to lust after. I had my eyes closed most of the time, enjoying the massage. At some point I felt a soft thing rest on the palm on my hand. I open my eyes and see that he was resting his cock on my palm. I squeeze it and he cracks a smile, but he didn’t skip a beat with massaging my back. At some point he sits on my butt, while he massages my back with pressure. I can feel his cock rest on my back. This was amazing. He asks me to turn around. He massages me for a while till he focused on my cock. It was hard right away because of the attention. I grab his cock and made it hard. That was an impressive sight to see. He strokes my cock, my balls, grazes my hole, and teases my thighs and tummy. It didn’t take much, I cum like a gusher. He was really good. I laugh and tell him he gave me a really good massage. He thanks me and I sit up. He motions me to shower again, this time he joins me. He gives me a soap down, and was very thorough with soaping up all the oil off, including the nooks and crannies. He soaped himself up as well. When we both rinsed off, he toweled me dry. He was a full service guy. We both put back on clothes (me with my t-shirt, undies and shorts, him with just his tight pants, as he was shirtless), and then talk for a bit. He asks me the usual things, and then tells me that if I wanted him to massage me at my condo, and stay over for long time, he was available. I put my hands around his waist and pull him clothes. He was so handsome. His smile was great. I asked him how old he was, he said 30. I would’ve guessed a little older, but I didn’t care. We hug, he kisses my cheek. Then he gives me a light kiss in the lips. That was nice. I reach into my pocket and give him 1200 baht. He wais in thanks. He takes his phone and puts up Line and asks me to put in my Line ID. I do and he sends me a message. I look at my phone and there was about 10 messages from BurBoy. Was he looking for me? Was he worried? …

Awww shucks. Another satisfied customer . I'm glad I've inspired a number of you guys to take the plunge. I'm only paying it forward, as the guys that have come before me have inspired me to take the risk and give in to Thailand. You have inspired me to post the next chapter in my trip report. As luck would have it, it is about my one and only trip to Arena. Look for it in the next few minutes. DJ Station is gonna be insanely packed on the days leading up to GCircuit. Last year, the Wednesday and Thursday before the GCircuit nights had DJ Station super packed. Me, my BF and friends could not even manage to walk through the crowd as we were all packed like sardines in there. Everyone was in town for the parties and Songkran so that week essentially you'll have a very very crowded DJ. Dream Boy is the ideal starter bar. Helpful mamasans, decent but tame numbers, and a wide variety of type of boys can get you warmed up for the more specialty bars in the city. Tawan is always a classic but can be a hit or a miss at times. Jupiter has nice visuals and occasionally good for offs but you'll have less probability of success there as a beginner. I'm recommend the other Soi Twilight bars if you feel adventurous, but I feel your type is more muscular boys so be mindful that most have twinks. PM me and maybe we can work something out. Awesome! We will remember this promise in due course! Pay it forward.

Thanks! I never left! I just went on a posting vacation for a bit. Plus I was busy hiding out in Mexico. I'd caution any newbie to sex tourism to try out Mexico as their first foray into it. Thailand is still the tops in terms of Sex Tourism and Mexico has totally different way of getting it and doing it. It's still kind of dangerous to roam around the streets late at night if you don't know where to go. But resort cities, like Puerto Vallarta and Cancun though, are completely safe at night, if you stay within the tourist zones. Luckily Zona Romantica, where Vallarta's gay district is, and where the two male strip clubs are, is super safe. BUT, again as I said, if you manage to crack the code, and know how to enjoy this place, the variety of guys you get to choose from are simply mouth-watering. And for someone like me who likes a lot of passion in their love making, the latino heat that these guys are known for, is evident and super addicting once you get a taste of it. One poster who I've been talking to told me that Mexico is like reverse of Thailand. Thailand has a preponderance of twink types, and the Tawan types are the rare breed of moneyboy. In Mexico, its the opposite, the Tawan or Jupiter type (probably the idealized Tawan type - a hunk with definition and vascularity, not the bloated steroid bodies in Tawan that I've seen) is more common than twinks, if you are looking for moneyboys. The twinks exist, believe me. And they are usually free! The only way I know how to write. Thanks! Less than two weeks till I am in Bangkok. I can't believe it.

Oh wow now I remember this poster. He went on a racist pro-colonialism slightly anti-asian tirade towards the end of this thread: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10382-do-we-go-to-thailand-because-we-do-not-settle-for-less/ What's funny is I think he is not a troll and he is really this obtuse. I can't stand people like this.

I just read this article on Coconuts: Khaosan Songkran to happen without water guns, sexy clothes or booze If this is the case, will Silom be next? I wonder what Songkran will look like without these three things. Just fully clothed sober people getting wet from big hoses from water tanks? Kind of odd. Any word from forum members who are in Bangkok now?

Looks like 100% of worry is on you. You worry about others on here on why they love doing a certain thing that you don't get. Most of us here do just fine with long time, and sometimes actually prefer it over short time. Some points: 1. firecat69 is right. If there was a rash of beatings or robberies that happen over long time, it would be all over the news. Thailand prides itself of being a relatively safe tourist haven, and wants to keep this reputation intact. You better believe if any sex worker does this, he or she will be tarred and feathered by his or her bar and the police, when all is said and done. 2. There is security in hotels that can prevent such things from happening. Security usually asks for the boy to leave his ID when he accompanies you to your room. He can't get his ID back without security checking up on you first. However, I've used AirBNB for the past year now, with no security to speak of, and i'm still alive, with all my money and belongings intact. And have had the best sex I've ever had that spans days, not mere hours. 3. Why does it matter if the boy sees you putting stuff in the safe? If you're worried about even this small thing, then you take risk aversion to a whole new level. CLEARLY long time is not for you. I'm surprised any-length-of time ever works for you. Most of these boys are pros, and have seen it all. I think there are more things he will be uncomfortable with (like having sex with someone he is not attracted to), than just seeing you putting your valuables in a safe. 4. Being a light sleep is a legit concern of course. Having a good night sleep whilst on holiday is important, sometimes even more so than getting good sex. BUT, I do enjoy these things: cuddling at night, being woken up with sex, having late night conversations in bed, waking up to someone beautiful, admiring a fit body all night. The list goes on. Definitely trumps the snoring thing. I have earplugs for that. But then again I am not a light sleeper. Your mileage may vary. 5. Some of us enjoy the full "Boyfriend Experience" and not content with short time. We like wining and dining, sitting and sharing conversation, knowing the boy's story. We like a full night, and some dessert in the morning. We like experienceing a strange city with a local who knows where to go, and then fucking them afterwards. Sometimes if the boy knows more about you, and has put in the time to understand your quirks and preferences, then the sex may become better. Some don't like to do all of this and just want the sex part. That is perfectly fine. To each his own. In summary: worry about what you want to worry about. The rest of us will do the same. Enjoy Thailand the way you want to. We definitely do.

Day 89 to 95: Los Tres Hombres (A.K.A. My Mexican Boy Distractions) One has to fill the time between Thailand trips of course. Not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to be in Thailand all the time. If you’re like me though, the search never stops, even if I am in my home country. Sure, the search for boys slows down when I am with my BF, but in the few times I have alone time, or on work travel around the country, I take every chance I get to look for distractions. When I do have the time, I fire up Grindr (my gay app of choice when in the US), and check it out from time to time. Hombre Numero Uno: The American Boy I usually have some random conversations with boys and men on Grindr when I check it out, wherever I am. I am not always on there for sex. Sometimes I just open the app to see what choices one has in the area I am in, or if I am in a gay bar, how many boys are 0 feet away from me. Ninety percent of the time I am on Grindr, usually I am just bored, and a few flirty sentences with profiles with cute photos sometimes is all I need on most days. I’ve been talking to this 20-year-old latino boy, who lived close to my home, for about 3 months now, off and on. Our first conversation was great, lengthy and interesting, but the subsequent ones stretched out to 3 months. When I reply, he is usually not online, and when he replies I am not online, so this game of Grindr tag has stretched out for that long . But there was a reason I keep replying to him: he was very cute, looking foxy in his glasses in his profile pic. His profile says he was 5’10 (taller than me), 145 pounds (probably a Twink), and versatile (I keep thinking of the possibilities). he had a witty line in his profile, suggesting that he is not all just looking for sex, but also possibly some conversation and friendship. This week I had time alone at my home, so I decide to ratchet the conversation up and catch the boy when he was online to talk to him in real time. I do catch him and as luck would have it, he was free tonight. After we ask a few exploratory questions to each other, we decide to meet. Apparently he lives at the apartment complex just a block over, so meeting was very convenient. Later that night he confirms he was coming over but had to wait till his roommate was home, for some reason. One disadvantage was he wasn't of age to drink (21 is the drinking age in the US), so we had to meet sober. Which is fine by me but alcohol sure helps with the first few awkward moments of meeting someone for the first time. He makes it to my place, and first impressions can be deceiving. He was wearing a blousy sweater and skinny jeans, both popular with the youngsters. His hair was long and shaggy, and he was wearing nerdy glasses. He enters my living room and gives me a warm hug. He smiles wide and we nervously make our first small talk. What happens next was a little bit surprising. We actually have a good and interesting discussion about a variety of topics for a good hour and a half. Maybe I misjudged his intellect because of how young he is, but he was able to pique my interest long enough that I did not think about having sex with him just yet. He is a college boy who was fairly introspective and very inquisitive. His flow of conversation perfectly matched mine, and we got each other's senses of humor right away which made our talks even better. Like a lot of people his age, he smokes a lot of weed, and once in a while does other drugs recreationally. And he is also uninterested in attending classes at school at the moment, and prefers to just smoking weed and hanging out with friends. He says this in a none-entitled brat kind of way. I kind of get what he was saying. School is not for everyone, and it does not click for everyone until later on. I did tell him that at some point he will have to get serious with his studies and graduate. He gets it and tells me he does need to step up pretty soon. All this talking and banter was very fulfilling up to this point. We get to talk about the glasses he was wearing. He takes them off and asks me if I preferred his look without glasses. I get to see his whole face without the nerdy glasses. I told him he looked so much younger without glasses. I admire his big and wide eyes for a moment. The slight change in his looks made all the difference with me. A familiar feeling went through me. He noticed it and placed his hands on my face to kiss me. We found what we both wanted. We kissed and kissed and kissed. I put my arms around his tiny waist and felt his stomach. He had the classic young person’s lean frame. I feel his abs, his arched back, his unperfumed scent. He asks where the bedroom was so I lead him to it. We kiss some more and then proceed to take our clothes off. Some sucking, lots of body contact, and plenty of kissing. I admire his naked body: lean and enticing. He was the very definition of twink, and the shaggy hair added to his youthfulness. His cock is thin, but long, and uncut like his Mexican brothers. It’s the eyes though, big, light brown and full of promise, that gets me. After the deed I tell him the truth about my relationship status. He was cool with it, and told me he wont say anything about our meeting to anyone. I tell him I appreciate it, and told him that my BF knows about my activities. Before he leaves he goes to our kitchen and opens the refrigerator and looks inside. He then takes a beer from one of the shelves and asks for a bottle opener. I open the beer for him. He kisses me and thanks me for the fun and the beer. I have committed a misdemeanor by giving alcohol to a 20 year old. I think I’ll be fine. Hombre Numero Dos: The Party Boy I am flying to Mexico City today. It’s Friday, and I still have to go through a full work day, before my flight tonight. This is the beauty of flying to a destination that is less than 3 hours away: one can just leave a little early from work and still get there in time to get the party started. I am going to Mexico City for a work trip next week for a few days, but I decided to fly into the city a few days earlier for the weekend to see how much trouble I can get into. In preparation for my trip to Mexico City, I decided to turn on the Fake GPS app on my android device, and put my location in the area around Le Meridien hotel on the main Reforma thouroughfare. I had Grindr, PlanetRomeo, Jackd, and Hornet, open for this exercise. I wasn’t sure what app I could catch the most boys with in Mexico, so I played the odds and chose almost all of them. I had some interesting hits in almost all of them, but I got the most success on Jackd and Grindr. There was a good mix of free boys just wanting to meet a tourist for friends and/or fun, but there were also some moneyboys who offered their services. I got into some fairly interesting conversations with a bunch of free boys who were my type (early to mid 20s, fit, boyish to handsome looks), but one stood out of all the boys. He was 23, white Mexican, had a striking nose and pretty eyes, and was on the line straddling twink-dom and a lean jock physique. But the number one feature that made him stood out for me was his height. He was 6’2 (188 cm), which was fairly tall for a Mexican guy. His English was very good, as he was a college graduate who has started to work an office job a few months ago. On Jack'd we exchanged more photos, and with conversations turning to some steamy back and forths about our sexual preferences, we decided to take a step further and talk on one of Mexico’s preferred messaging apps: WhatsApp. Throughout the week we would constantly talk when we could at work and after work. I told him my flight to Mexico City was landing Friday night at 9 PM. He offered to meet me at the airport. He didn’t have a car but he could help me get to my hotel. I told him he did not need to do that, but he was insistent. He said he can speak Spanish to the taxi driver so I could get to my destination faster. He also told me he was attending the birthday party of his best friend that night, and if I was OK with it, we both could attend the party together. He said the nightclub (Rhodesia) was close to my hotel. I looked at the reviews of the club online and it looks like it checks out. I admit, this might be a very risky meeting. I am going with a 23 year old who I will be meeting for the first time, to a club that I haven’t been to, in a city known for its crime and unsafe streets. But I feel that the biggest factor to the success of my trips has been my willingness to say yes to everything thats sees fun to me. Sometimes I am rewarded with meeting an amazing guy who took me to his apartment on the back of his motorbike in Mandalay, others times it meant me getting so drunk I punched a ladyboy coming onto me in Pattaya. I felt that I have done my due diligence in sussing out this boy, with the weeklong conversation we’ve been having, checking out the venue online, as well as trusting my gut instinct. So the day of my Mexico City trip came. I didn’t get much sleep the night before. I was probably anxious with the trip coming ahead. The workday was stressful and unnecessarily busy. By the time I got on my flight, I was tired and dreading having to meet a total stranger when I landed. I get there in no time at all, and no jetlag to get over. Advantage: Mexico. There was a labyrinthine path that you have to take to get through immigration and customs, and there was a shortage of forms as well. Advantage: Thailand. I got through customs and heading out, I see a crowd of Mexicans waiting for their loved ones exit the secure area. I immediately see a guy taller than everyone else there, his handsome face hovering over everyone in the crowd, his pale white skin a contrast to the brown skin most of the people had. He sees me right away from his vantage point, and smiles and waves, as if he thought I did not see him right away. What a cute smile. Advantage: Mexico. So much Mexico. He shakes my hand to welcome me. “Welcome to Mexico City” he says, in a deep voice. He had a tall person’s voice. We ask each other how the other was doing. He asks me about my flight, I ask him about his work today. He looked so fresh faced and energetic, even if he worked a full day today. I, on the other hand, looked like shit. The disadvantages of being 12 years older than a 23 year old. He points to the direction where the taxis were. We get there and there was a huge line for the taxi. He tells me we need to prepay for the authorized taxis (240 pesos, about $12). We wait in line like the others. There was a cool breeze in Mexico City tonight. Spring was still in the air. Everyone was in jackets including me. We finally get a taxi and my luggage gets loaded in the trunk. Party Boy tells the driver the destination, in Spanish of course. He remembered that my hotel was the Le Meridien. Not a lot of traffic in the 25 minutes we spent getting to the hotel. On the way we talked about our own lives. I told him about where I grew up, about my family, and my work. He told me about his job (banking), his network of friends in the city, and growing up in Mexico City. I told him I was flying to Bangkok for Songkran in two weeks. He got excited about knowing this. He said it was his dream to go to Bangkok. I told him about my many Bangkok adventures. He clung on to every word. We get to my hotel. Check-in was easy and painless. We get to the room and we hug for the first time. The hug is reminiscent of hugging my BF, in that hugging a tall person meant burying my face on their chest. The Le Meridien Mexico city is an all-suite hotel, so we rested on the couch in the living room area and made out there for a while. It got to a point where we had to shower. We did and then retired to the bedroom. He checks a lot of boxes for me: lean muscular body, great ass, and as passionate as one would expect a Mexican would be. I got a hickie in 4 areas of my chest after all that. We freshen up and I put on some nice pants, a shirt and my sweater for his best friend’s party. It was quite a walk to the Condesa district so I decided to use Uber to get there. I wanted to test Uber out, and I thought testing it with a local made it safe to try if something bad happened. I’m glad to report that the car was a nice sedan and a nice newer model. We got to the club in 15 minutes and it only cost us 55 pesos ($3). I gave the driver a 20 peso tip and we headed into the trendy bar. We meet his friends who were already having a good time with drinks. His friends were fun and spoke to me in passable to excellent English when they could. I was older than everyone else but I didn’t feel out of place. I tested my puny Spanish with him and his friends and they appreciated the effort. He was impressed that I could speak some Spanish, but he made fun of my weird Spanish word pronunciation. He would compliment me by telling me I was handsome, but he would make fun of the 12-year age difference. I played along, getting his sense of humor. Club Rhodesia is pretty cool. They played dance and electronica mostly and the crowd was pretty attractive and young for the most part. The drinks, I was told, was double or triple what you would expect in less trendy bars in the city. But it was a special occasion, and this place was the place to be tonight, so all Party Boy’s friends were there for the birthday celebration. After three drinks each, Party Boy tells everyone that we were leaving. Lots of pecks on the cheek, some hugs, and we were out of there. As we leave I ask him why we are leaving so early. He said three drinks is enough. He said he would rather spend more time with me (a visitor) alone than with friends he sees everyday. I was kind of flattered by that. Outside it was kind of too cold to walk comfortably back to the hotel. We decide to hail a cab back to the hotel. 60 pesos later we get dropped off at the front of the hotel. He points to a street food stand nearby and we had some street tacos, which was so yummy and hit the spot. We get back to the room and sure enough we don’t skip a beat. Rest assured we did not get much sleep that night. I will see this guy again Sunday. Hombre Numero Tres: The Working Boy During my Fake GPS exercise, I also attracted a fair amount of money boys initiating contact with me to offer their services, on all the apps. I would say about 40% of the messages I received were from working boys. The overwhelming majority of them were from muscular hunks. You know the type: big muscles, insane abs, giant ass, large cock. About 60% were from Mexicans, but I got interesting messages from Venezuelans, Colombians, Uruguayans, and Brazilians. I guess this is their version of Khmers, Burmese, Lao and Viets. Their rates wildly varied as well. Short time (one hour) rates ranged from $50 to $250. The more expensive ones had serviceable English and were drop dead gorgeous, and the cheaper ones, mostly from non-Mexicans or more average to decent lookers, only spoke Spanish. Even if I got a fair amount of play from free boys who were my type, I was still very much interested with the paid sex scene in Mexico. The same reasons I have for going to Bangkok year after year to check out the gogo bar scene, is feeding my fascination with Mexico. I’ve said before that Thailand is still the top destination for sex tourists, with its ease of accessibility to newbies and shallow learning curve. Mexico still has significant barriers for it to be a top sex tourist destination: the worrying crime rate, the many unsafe parts of its towns and cities (to tourists and even to some locals), and no traditional male brothels like Thailand. But I feel that once you get the hang of it (and I feel that I am at the cusp of this), the rewards are numerous and addicting. So out of all the money boys I’ve talked to, one money boy stuck with me. I found him on Jackd, like Party Boy before. He was 24 years old. He was pretty liberal in sending me photos. His photos were professionally taken, as if it was part of his portfolio for an escort agency. I discover later that it was exactly that. About 5’8, not overly muscular but had well developed pecs, arms and washboard abs. He was, as the others I have been attracted to, was white Hispanic. I guess I have a type of Mexicans I go for now. And like the others, he had that striking large Mayan nose. And of course, a given with these boys already, he had a giant ass and a thick, veiny, beautiful, large uncut cock. His face and body was made for enjoying and making animal sex to. His English is not very good, and I knew that at times he used a translator to formulate his replies to me, judging by the stilted grammar. But he tried, and persevered, eager to make a sale, and perhaps feed into his curiosity of getting an Asian customer to take him. We made a date to meet sometime Saturday afternoon, and I wanted him to spend a night in my hotel room. He quotes me a long-time rate of $150, which was on the high side of Bangkok long times, but I am eager to try for research's sake (and filling a night alone in Mexico city). After spending all that time with Party Boy I was tempted to just take a break and get some sleep that Saturday. But instead I told Working Boy on Whatsapp that I will be meeting him at 6 PM, so that I can rest for a little bit and recharge. 5 PM comes and I take a shower and tidy up before he gets here. I put all my valuables in the room safe, just in case. At 6:10 he messages me on WhatsApp and tells me he is walking up to the hotel. I rush down and hang out in the small round about in the front of the hotel to meet him. I see a muscular guy in a denim jacket and trendy kicks walking towards me. I usher him to the hotel. Security didn’t seem to mind that I had company. We get up to the room and we both sit on the couch. I offer him a beer and he gladly says yes. I went to Oxxo, Mexico’s version of 7-11, that was a few blocks over, and got a few cans for the company I was expecting. We talk for a little bit, as I wanted to get a feel for his personality. He seemed shy and soft-spoken at first, but after a few beers he got more comfortable. His English was not as bad as I thought, but I had to use my Spanish once in a while, or google translate, or had to grammatically simplify my answers so we can talk. Nevertheless, the visuals were great. He was really a looker, and better looking than his photos. I couldn’t wait to try the merchandise. I found out that he has a wife and a kid, who they had when they were teenagers. He didn’t go to school so being a money boy was his best chance to get a decent amount of money to earn a living for his family. He insisted we shower together, which was a nice surprise. He kissed me very deeply in the shower. And then deeply in the room. And deeply all throughout. Mexicans really are very outwardly passionate creatures. Even if he was straight, he sure could have fooled me by the way he made love. He did everything I asked him, including bottoming. I tried to bottom for him but he was simply too big for me. But the fun was in the trying, and I definitely tried my best to get to know him physically as much as I possibly could. He stayed the night, and I had nothing to worry about in terms of safety. In the morning we have breakfast together at the hotel breakfast buffet. I partake of him one last time before he had to go home. I give him two crisp bills of $100 and $50 each. He hugs me again and gets a deep kiss in before he left the room. I check all my belongings just to be sure and everything was intact. And sure enough, everything was, and I had nothing to worry about. -------- Hooking up with these boys in a span of 7 days had me thinking about how similar they were to each other. They were all of Mexican heritage, in their early 20s, and were very passionate lovers. They all had classic Mexican looks with their big Aztec noses and white Hispanic skin. And all three had impressive uncut cocks. But the similarities end there. American Boy was the classic college slacker who hated going to school and who smoked too much weed. Working Boy is working hard to support his family that he started too early, to the point of having to prostitute himself. Party Boy was in the middle: he seemed to not be afflicted with a sense of entitlement, and he did not have to work too hard to get out of poverty. He was making the most of his youth, and to me he was the luckiest of all the three. Since these three boys were all Mexican in heritage, my mind thinks about the nature of fate, and wonders if the boys switched lives with each another, will their lives end up being the same? Would American Boy still be a slacker if he was born in Mexico and mired in poverty? Will Working Boy prosper in school if he was given the chance? Will Party Boy reach new heights if he was born in the U.S., or will he be afflicted with the same sense of entitlement? These are the things that go through my head, whenever I pay a visit to the wonderful World of Beautiful Boys.

OK good its same same na. Let me know if you're around that week! Very nice! I guess we will might bump into each other at the wet street madness and at GCircuit. I will not be a free agent and will probably be with BurBoy, if he is still talking-to me once I tell him my intentions for our relationship. I choose the Boy pool party every year. Is the bear pool party better in your opinion? Any other tips or more stories on how to celebrate Songkran?

Haha yes, thank you for reminding me about the ice water. It is a shock to the skin when it hits you, but you get used to it and I even managed to get some ice put in my water tank for my water gun as well. Thanks for the tip about going to Soi Tantawan on Songkran. I'll check that out next time. So many hot boys that time of year. LOL. Thanks for the laugh faranglaw. The whole saga over the photos is ridiculous. What to do when you want to share a photo of a scene on a Soi known for prostitution? The unbridled joy in the faces of these handsome boys, while they were enjoying Songkran, was a sight to behold, so that's why I took the photo. Blurring their faces, however, gives the photo an entirely different (creepy) aura. You are right. It is ridiculous.

Haha. Well Songkran is clearly not for everyone. I've had a lot of fun over the past two Songkrans I've spent in Bangkok. I was able to enjoy it in Pattaya as well in 2015. And I was able to drag my friends and BF to the one last year and we all had an amazing time. And we've made quite a few friends from around the world who came here just for Songkran. Some even still had the water guns they have bought from previous years, to take with them every year. I guess the adage "One man's trash is another man's treasure" still rings true. Last Songkran we (BF and other Farang friends) went for dinner at 9 PM at one of the Sky Bar restaurants, and on our way we were all doused with water and were soaking wet by the time we got to our restaurant. The staff of course expected this, and had some towels for us to dry ourselves before we sat down. We weren't mad that we got wet, and it was a funny story to tell our other friends after that. By dessert we were all dry and ready to continue with drinks at the SkyBar part of the restaurant. I find it fun and cool that this part of the world has this tradition every year. Whenever I show my photos to my coworkers and friends, they always say how fun it all looks. And it is fun, and that's why I have gone the past two years, and why I will be there for the 2017 edition.

OMG guys are you serious. I would love to post about Mexico. However I know it is not appropriate on this forum. I think it would just be really (super duper) odd if I had a Mexico trip report on a website called GayThailand.com. Which is too bad because I will be there in a couple of days. not for a holiday per se, but still. The problem is that the section that gets the lion share of the web traffic on this website (out of all the sections in the forum) is the Gay Thailand section. I feel that if I only went to Myanmar last trip, and posted the Trip Report only in the Myanmar section, it will just languish there without much readership. I would want the most number of people to read, reply and come back to my threads of course, as would anyone else. I don't have a real solution for this. The website might just be working as well as it ever could. in its current form.

So my April trip may be my last to Thailand for a while, at least this year. This will be the third year in a row I will be in town for Songkran. I am unsure of how subdued the celebration in Thailand will be, considering the ongoing mourning period for the King, so I am a little bit concerned. As I look outside of Thailand, I got some tempting offers from Cambodia Boy to spend their version of Songkran in Phnom Penh, and from TallBurGuy, to spend a Burmese Songkran in Mandalay. But considering that I will need to spend time with BurBoy for (possibly) the last time, that week, I will need to spend Songkran in Bangkok. So here I am crowdsourcing for advice. I'd like to pose a few questions for you guys who are currently there, or have knowledge about that's going on, over Songkran. I'm one of those people who actually like to partake in the festivities and shenanigans, so valuable info would be greatly appreciated to ensure my maximum enjoyment: 1. What are the actual dates for the water festival part of Songkran? I know that officially the dates are April 13-15, but last year, the festival was cut short to only the first two days. Me and my friends went out on the third day ready with our water guns (and waterproof lanyards and goggles), only to find Silom open again to traffic, and water fights have ceased. 2. Is Songkran this year more subdued? Will more Thais simply not partake in it because of the mourning, even if it will be business as usual? Will I only be in water gun fights with tourists and gay boys in town for the circuit party? Will Khao San Rd be better this year than Silom? 3. Will the Songkran GCircuit party be more subdued this year? I am not seeing a lot of advertising for the circuit party, compared to last year. This worries me a little bit. Last year was amazing. I am hoping this year will be also as amazing, as a sort of last hurrah for me and BurBoy. 4. Any forum members in town for Sonkgran week? Maybe a meetup? Thanks guys! A Blurry McObscureface photo of Soi Twilight on Songkran last year. Hopefully it doesn't get me in trouble. Its innocent enough (I think): Silom Soi 4 was a madhouse: Songkran Circuit pool parties were super sexy. None of these are prostitutes, just partygoers. And they were posing for everyone:

Day 74: The Five Days That May Have Finally Stopped me from Going Back to Bangkok I’m typing this right now on my flight back to California. I’m kind of bummed that I didn’t get bumped up to first class, even if I was at the top of the list of people eligible for upgrades. I guess United Economy Plus will have to do for now. The middle-aged couple who sat next to me were fun though. We recounted our respective holidays to each other. When they found out I was gay they got excited, and asked me about what gay-specific activities I did. I told them as much as I could without scaring them with the more risqué parts of my vacation. They seemed to love my sanitized stories so much that they paid for my $7.99 rum and coke that United was selling. A great ending to an amazing and quick holiday. I spent the last five days in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, basically drinking margaritas, eating tacos, and hitting the beach. The five days have been a blur. It was spent mostly with 6 of my good friends and my BF hanging out, taking advantage of the sun and beach and sea, the food and culture and shopping, the drinking and gay nightlife and fun. Like Myanmar, I did not know what Puerto Vallarta was about, except that it was in Mexico and there was a lot beach and sun. I was surprised that there was a lot gay businesses in this little city, as well as a lot of gay activities to fill the time. There’s easily 20+ gay bars, dance clubs, saunas and strip clubs, as well as gay-dominated gay resorts and gay parts of the beach. With all these options, the fie days weren't enough. I’m not about to tell you guys all the details about my time with my friends. But I can say that it was fun, there was a birthday party for two of my friends, we all got stinking drunk every night, some of us got sunburned, bad, and all the other things you expect in a long weekend in a resort town with 7 good friends. My BF was only there for three of the nights that were over the weekend. We did couples things, had fun at the hotel room, and we all got caught up with our friends, who now live far from us. He left last Sunday to be back to work on Monday. I stayed two more nights with 3 of the friends who could stay longer. I now have some alone time to do more “single guy” activities. My friends know about my open relationship. So we decided to check out the gay strip club Wet Dreams. I’ve always thought that Bangkok’s sex industry was unique. The city has brothels that were one-stop-shops: you can have a drink, sit down and watch a show, and get boys to sleep with you for a fee. There was nowhere else like it in the world that has that kind of complete service. Puerto Vallarta certainly did not have all of this, so I went into the strip club keen on just having a good time with my friends, and perv on the nice looking Latino boys in the club. Four of us had a delicious Mexican dinner and then some drinks or 3 at the always busy gay bar Mr. Flamingo. The drinks were approximately $5 each, more expensive than what you get in Bangkok, but still cheaper than what we are used to paying back home. We were all well lubricated when we hit Wet Dreams the gay strip club. No cover charge at the door, just a lone doorman greeting everyone who came in. We enter and the place was a little bit busy. Lots of patrons tonight, and there was a smattering of super-hot Latino boys in a variety of clothing: from tight pants, to sexy shorts, to tiny briefs. Some patrons had a drink on their hand, but some did not, so it was clear that you did not need drinks to hangout in this place. My one friend, who had been here before, had told us what to expect in this club earlier over dinner. He said that the boys live on tips, so expect the boys to be aggressive. They will approach you without any invitation from you. You are not obligated to tip them if they come to you, as long as you don’t touch them. They will probably touch you and grind on you to entice you to touch them. Once you do touch them, you must tip them, minimum 20 pesos ($1). You can touch them all over, and most of the time they will guide your hand to their preferred way to be touched. We get to sit in the back where the benches by the wall were, situated around the stripper pole. It seems that most of the patrons wanted to stand and drink and interact with other patrons and the boys who circulate around the club. We sit down and look around. Most of the boys were young, semi-muscular guys. Some of them were super muscular guys who would belong in Tawan. There were two boys at the stripper pole in front of us, just dancing and showing their wares. Both were tall, hunky, muscular and young Latino guys. They knew what they had, and were not afraid to show it off. Both were sporting huge bulges hiding in their shorts. My friend motions over to a waiter and we get asked our drink orders. My friend buys all of us a round of drinks, and soon we were enjoying our drinks and looking at boys. I like the social aspect of this bar. Patrons were milling about, not only admiring the boys, but also talking to fellow customers who they fancy, or just being friendly. The boys, flitting from one customer to another, were by design very social as well, as they are in search of tips. There is more involvement and intermingling, and everyone was having a good time. Quite a contrast to Bangkok bars where the customers are usually passive observers of the show onstage, or the boys onstage advertising their wares. This was more my speed, and part of the reason why I prefer social settings to more passive media such as Hornet. What use is sitting alone in your room, stuck on Hornet in your iPad, trolling for your next thrill. Come hear the music play, and hang out with 80 of your best friends for the night, and 20 of the hottest boys Vallarta can offer. As soon as we get comfortable, the boys see us as fresh meat and head over our direction. One boy, medium height, muscular torso, and only wearing baggy shorts, but was had the front open to reveal sexy underwear, was grinding on my friend closest to the stripper pole. My friend was feigning disinterest but I knew he was loving it. My other friend next to him pulled the stripper over to him and put a 20-peso bill in the garter of his briefs. The stripper quickly guides my friend’s hand with the money and puts it in his underwear to get my friend to feel his cock. My friend was smitten. The stripper draws in closer and my friend gets a good grope of his other assets. My experienced friend gets busy quickly and finds a boy he likes. The boy was a stunner. He was tall, had fine hair on his chest, and had super giant pecs, biceps, ass and thighs. And a giant bulge hiding in his skimpy shorts. The knew what he had. He knew how he can get the most money from patrons. My friend was loving it. He starts with 20 pesos, then puts in another 20. As soon as the giant guy leaves to signal to my friend that he has had 20 pesos worth of gropes in, my friend would put in 20 pesos again. Giant guy, knowing that he had something good going with my friend, stops and talks to my friend. I wonder what they were talking about. I was enjoying seeing the interaction between my friends and the boys. I look around and admire the boys from afar, not really interested in groping a boy just yet. And then I see him. He was this young, white Hispanic guy. He has a striking nose on his face, very cute and handsome at the same time. He was wearing tight pants that hugged his muscular legs. But his shirtless body was insane: he had 8-pack abs, giant biceps, and a well-defined back. He was all smiles and getting a lot of attention from the patrons just by standing there. Occasionally, a patron would go to him and get a feel of his granite torso and he would get the money and the customer would leave. He can just make a living just standing here,looking pretty, with guys feeling up his torso. He sees me looking at him, and poses and flexes for my benefit. Man, this guy was jacked. And that face was amazingly cute and boyish. I smile, and raise my martini in his direction. He heads to my direction and puts his hand on my face. He draws me close and whispers something in my ear. He tells me his name. Let’s call him MexBoy. “You like me?” I put a hand on his giant chest and say “Si!” He laughs, and then puts my hand in his underwear. I get a feel of his semi-hard uncut cock. I feel the pubic hair and the smooth balls. I get hard instantly. I reflexively take out my hand to get money out of my pocket. I find 20 pesos and I stuff it in his briefs. “Thank you, amigo,” he says. I continue to feel him up. I didn’t want him to go. I put in another 50 pesos and he stays a little longer. He asks me “Buy me drink?” I say sure. He motions to the waiter, tells him his order, and the waiter says “110 pesos” to me. I pay and 5 minutes later he takes the drink over to us. MexBoy stays with me while drinking, and he and I talk. He sets his drink on the ledge behind me. He hugs me close and he lets me kiss his neck and smell his boyness. I take a big whiff. A mixture of fruity perfume and his own scent. Heavenly. The feel of my hands around his back, while I hug and hold him close, was amazing. I forget I was in public with my friends for a second. He takes a sip of his drink occasionally, and he asks me some questions about my holiday and myself. His English was passable enough to make it interesting. He would smile and laugh once in a while. His voice was boyish and musical. An amazing combination. After 15 minutes of hanging out, he asks me “Private show?” I ask him what that entailed. He then explains that we go in a private booth in the back, and I can do whatever I wanted with him. He motioned to his crotch and ass, meaning that I could blow and rim him. He smiles and I hesitate for a moment. He pulls me close and kisses me deep, for 5 seconds. He pulls back and looks at my eyes and smiles, trying to gauge my reaction to the kiss. He was trying to make a sale. He was winning. I ask “How much for the show?” He says 500 pesos ($25). I look around and some of my friend were busy with either other boys or in conversations with each other or other patrons. I tell them I was going to do a private show. They encourage me to do it and in 5 minutes the waiter escorts me and MexBoy to the back. On the way to the booths I see signs saying “10 minute Private Show for 500 pesos”. OK, I only have 10 minutes. We enter this booth with a couch, a side table, an egg timer and a swinging door. MexBoy sits me down the couch and closes the door. He immediately disrobes, displaying his magnificent body. The sight of his body alone was worth the $25. Everything about his 22-year-old boy was flawless. And the beautiful cock was swinging back and forth. My god this was amazing. He sits on my lap and then puts my hand on his torso. He grinds on me, gives me a slow dance on my lap, and then kisses me. While he does this, he gets hard, showing a respectably sized uncut Latin cock. I stroke it and he moans in pleasure. We do this for a while. He grinds, flexes, kisses me and poses. I appreciate all the attention and perfection before me. What seems like 30 minutes passed by and I tell him, in Spanish, that I thought it was over 10 minutes now and he didn’t turn on the egg timer. He was floored that I could speak some Spanish. Those high school lessons came in handy (as well as growing up in California). He waves his hand, signaling that he didn’t care about the time. I get up and sit him down the couch. I take the encounter further and lift his giant thighs to rim him. It was as amazing as I imagine it would be. I suck him, barely taking all of him on my mouth. He stands up and sits me back down. He sits his bare ass on my crotch. He grinds for a while. He then opens the front of my shorts and pulls my briefs down to reveal my hard-on. He strokes me for a while, and then bends over to kiss my cock, and then take it whole in his mouth for a second. That drove me insane. Definitely no condom with oral with him. He strokes me and he strokes and he strokes. I stop him and tell him I didn’t want to cum. He smiles and stops and kisses me instead. He then explains in English that it was not good to fuck in the booth because people may need to use it any minute. But he did say that he was available to go to my hotel room. I didn’t think that was an option with him, or anyone in the strip club. I ask him when he was free to go with me. He said tomorrow is good, because he had to be at his bar till 3 AM tonight. I ask how much. He said $100 for a whole day. He then tried to sell it. He said he can stay in my hotel, we can go to lunch or dinner, we can go shopping, be my tour guide, we can drink and hangout, all for $100 a day. I was immediately sold. That was like a long-time tip for some higher end boys in Bangkok anyway. And I can tell you from experience that those boys weren’t as sensual and as much a sexual dynamite like this boy. We exchange numbers on WhatsApp. We put clothes back on. He opens the door and takes me by the hand to take me back to my friends. MexBoy hangs out with me the whole time after, without asking for tips, till my friends and I were done with the club. My friends and I finally go back to the hotel, and MexBoy had to stay behind. My friends and I exchange stories about the night. It was fun, lots of laughter, as we stumble back into our hotel and our rooms. I couldn’t do all this with my BF in town. But now he was gone, I could enjoy that private show. I sleep alone pretty soundly that night. What do I do the next day? I call MexBoy and he shows up in my hotel room after my brunch with friends. We hang out, alone in my hotel room having sex and being sweet to each other. I text my friends that I had to skip out beach day today because I needed to work, but really I just wanted alone time with MexBoy. I meet my friends for dinner and drinks, telling MexBoy to come back to the room once I was done with my friends. I spent 4 hours with my friends before calling it an early night. MexBoy comes back and we continue our time together. Latinos are, generally, sensual creatures, and this boy was no exception. I could not get enough of him, and it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of me either. He stays the night, and leaves first thing in the morning. I give him a crisp $100 bill, and $10 for good measure. Money well spent. That was amazing. I took a lot of photos of this 22-year-old muscular Mexican hottie. I thought about showing some photos of him on this thread. Of course I couldn’t post a photo of him fully naked and erect. That’s against board rules. I could show him in undies with a big bulge, but I guess I must blur his face, because I am not allowed on this forum to show faces of prostitutes. I could just do that, but decided against it. It is not fun to show photos on this thread anymore. It’s not fun to post anything about my trip report anymore. I find it strange that some of the threads here devolve into a circular firing squad, with members just in each other’s throat. I am amazed by the discussion about my controversial showing of faces of alleged prostitutes in a public setting. Lots of opinions flying around. It just did not feel fun for me anymore. I have a Bangkok trip coming up over Songkran week. One of the things that I liked about Songkran last year was hanging out in Soi Twilight and seeing all the boys from Bangkok Massage and Hot Male beer bar and Scorpion bar and the other bars in the Soi, having fun in Songkran with water guns, and pails of water, just throwing water everywhere and to anyone that happens to go in the Soi. I took a lot of amazing photos last year of this spectacle. I was going to do it again this year (if Songkran is not subdued by mourners), but I realize that I can’t post photos of the boys doing this, because some of them are gogo boys, so I have to blur their faces. That’s not fun anymore. I am just not going to do that, and that’s why I will probably not do a trip report of that week as well. So, I am at a crossroads at the moment. As much enamored as I am with Bangkok and its sex tourism industry, it only takes me three-and-a-half hours from California to get to Puerto Vallarta and get the same thing, for the same amount money. The boys are different, and probably more suited to my tastes. If MexBoy is any indication of what I can expect from Latino boys, it will be a more sensual and explosive time. I feel that the Bangkok boys are relatively more reserved. And it takes me 20+ hours just to get to Bangkok, and factor in the time difference and jetlag, and one wonders why I would want to go back to Bangkok ever again, when Mexico is just there for the relatively easy taking. The trip report is the same. Why would I continue to post if I must develop a “thick skin?” Instead of changing myself, why not just stop posting online? I like being sensitive sometimes. It enables me to express myself more freely in life and in my writing. And why heavily edit my already completed report? I need to take the extra time to blur faces in my night in Fake Club, for example, where BurBoy and I met a few boys from Dream Boy, one of whom was flirting with BurBoy hard, and more sloppily as he got more drinks in him. The blurring of faces and editing of text is time consuming, so I may not just do it. Not to mention that I am taking a chance just talking about Mexican Boys on the GayThailand forum. It might devolve into that Taipei thread. So much sniping at each other in that one. It’s exhausting. The standards in which I was asked to follow is cut-and-dry. I saw my error and I corrected it before the editing time, and apologized for it. But what I see on other threads on this board is kind of confusing to me. Does this board have a problem with showing prostitute’s faces to protect their privacy? Clearly not, judging from the countless threads of sexual exploits with photos of boy with faces shown. Maybe the standard is that its not allowed to post photos without the consent of the boys? But there is a whole section devoted to Hornet reviews of boys, with photo of their faces in their unblurred glory, and there was no consent asked in sharing those photos and profiles, at least as far as i know. Maybe the standard is that those Hornet boys are known to be prostitutes and are getting reviewed by posters here, and the difference with my mistake is that I am showing boys that I can only guess as prostitutes, in a public setting. But what about when posters show just random Hornet photos, urging members to try those boys’ services. There is no guarantee that they are prostitutes, and yet the posters oftentimes insinuate that they are. What about those photos belonging to fake profiles that use photos of boys that are not prostitutes, where’s the outcry in that? They don’t know their photos are getting perved on in this board. I estimate that a quarter of the profiles in gay apps are fake, and those profiles use photos of hot boys they find on Instagram or Facebook. Catfish is a real thing after all. All these standards, for me, are confusing and hard to keep up with. I guess in the end, it depends on the poster and what standard is imposed on them. Cest la vie. So my April trip may be my last to Bangkok for a while. It is a huge world out there. My Mexico trip reminded me of that fact. And poor BurBoy. I may just have to end it with him sooner rather than later. The siren song of other boys, in other countries, is just too strong to overcome. I am not going to change who I am for just one amazing boy, or a few posters on this forum. I will continue to be myself, now, privately of course, as to not ruffle any more feathers. I’ll have to keep my boring stories to myself. Maybe in time I’ll share them again. But right now, you can catch me on the next flight to Mexico. P.S. I’d like to thank those who have expressed encouragement towards me, publicly in this thread, and (way more of you) privately, through your private messages. You guys are right, there are more of you guys who read and like this drivel more than those who hate it. There are a few of those who have given me some hate, even very vicious, unnecessary, out-of-nowhere hatred. Thanks for writing me as well. You took the trouble to hate me and write about it, so I guess I am grateful for the effort and attention.

I responded to DivineMadman on 02 March 2017 - 11:08 AM, and it was about the customers, by promptly blurring out their faces. What you're referring to is my response to steveboy at 03 Mar 08:35 PM, about the coyote dancers. Please read that post to see what I was replying to. The danger of writing stream-of-consciousness style is that necessity trumps detail. I wrote that I thought that they were prostitutes, and then showing their faces, but truthfully, without going into the details, I knew they were boys from Jupiter and Screwboys. Poor choice of words on my part, and understandable outrage from some of you, but I made a choice: either I change the photos by quickly blurring their faces, or change the text to say they were actual prostitutes. The former obviously is better for the boys, and I did not have to change the writing drastically under the one-hour maximum edit post time, and I guess I can sleep at night. Pointing out they were prostitutes was the point. My point was that gogo boys relax and party once in a while, and sometimes their club of choice is Celebrity. Just putting them as boy watching wouldn't make sense, since the whole thread is about boy watching. How do I know the boys were actual Jupiter boys? 1. I have seen them numerous times at the bar, with the 12 times I've been to Jupiter in 2016 2. My friend's video clip of the Jupiter numbers had them in it, and I rewatched it again to confirm. 3. BurBoy actually was the first one to recognize them, and he pointed them out to me, based on just a few visits with me to Jupiter. How do I know those other boys were the Screwboys guys? 1. I offed one of them last year. Of course this detail didn't make it to the already giant post. It didn't fit the flow and I wasn't up to laying out this accounting. Was your problem that I wrote that I was speculating that they were prostitutes, or that I posted photos of prostitutes? If it's the former, this was fixed and I apologize, but if it was the latter, feel free to display umbrage at the others threads in the past that have photos of prostitutes as well. If you already have, thank you for being consistent. The moral of the story for me here is to just not post photos of these gogo boys. I'll just let the others do it, as they seem to be able to do it with no problems on this board.

I'm sure if the boys don't have a problem with their employers, via their Facebook Page, taking high resolution photos of them being sexy, I am sure my own, grainier photos are OK with them as well. Some samples, and way more on Facebook: They even had some Farang dancers. I'm guessing this club is more "Chippendales", and less Screw Boys, that is why you don't see signs in the club telling customers that use of cameras are not allowed. You actually get rewarded if you take photos in the club and check-in via Facebook (i.e. BurBoy and 21 getting stuffed toys). The sexy boys are obviously there for entertainment purposes only, since the club is not a brothel. I am not saying these boys won't be enticed to cross that line and do that sort of thing, but I am guessing it is not sanctioned by the club. Much like Space Hair Bar in Phnom Penh. Lots and lots of half naked photos of their boys on Facebook and more taken by patrons, but they are known to frown upon boys going the prostitution route (even firing some of them). LOL. I'm not sure about that. I just thought it was a little bit unfair to single out my post. Why me? When there are so many other posts like that around here.

Replaced the photos with blurred faces. Though why only now and why my post DivineMadman, when others have done this in a lot of other previous posts, and in at least one thread you have participated in and did not tell them about their showing face pics, for example: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10791-pattaya-trip-first-timer-–-2nd-to-7th-february-2017/ http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10635-vesseys-august-adventures/ The boys are way more naked in those posts. Mine are just public photos, in a non-sexual context, so no need for consent. Just like every other photographer on earth who publishes their work on newspapers or gossip rags. Are there board rules for this? If there are, what are we going to do about those other posts?

Day 10.7: Celebrity Club Celebrity Club was BurBoy’s favorite club in Bangkok. This is where he would go with his friends when they had a rare night off, or it was someone’s birthday, or if someone had a financial windfall. Since I suggested that we give one of his best friends, who was about to do his short-term monk ordination in a few days, a send-off, BurBoy thought Celebirty Club would be a good place for it. Since it was in the Ratchada area, it was a little bit far from the Silom gay ghetto, but there was no doubt that this club was gay, judging from the their Facebook page. Before we go in BurBoy gets a call from his friend saying that they are in a taxi and will be at the club soon. We get in the club and see that they still had their Christmas décor up, even if it was January: There were some people at the front who asked BurBoy what we wanted for the night. BurBoy told him it was going to be four of us, and will need some Whiskey and mixers. We get led into the club. At 10:00 PM, dance music was playing, though the place was still slow: We were given a table that was close to the stage, on the left side. We get served our whiskey bottle and Coca colas and Soda waters and some waters as well. One of the waiters serves us our drinks and we toast to the night. In 5 minutes, BurBoy’s friend and his boyfriend arrive. BurBoy gets some hugs from the two guys, and I get handshakes. BurBoy explains something and then the two greet me in English. His good friend is a 21-year-old Thai boy, and his boyfriend is a mid-40s Thai guy. The younger guy (21) was a little bit femmy, tall-ish and very gregarious. His boyfriend (45) is shorter, a little bit heavy-set and soft-spoken. They work together in a small business owned by 45. They seem nice guys, and made every effort to speak in English when they could, and 21’s English was actually better than BurBoy’s. 45 was polite and asked me what I did back home, and asked me about my trip to Myanmar. The waiter serves 21 and 45, and refills BurBoy’s and my drink. 45 asks for some peanuts, which had some kick to it because it had some peppers: BurBoy and 21 catch up, speaking in Thai. They were laughing and making jokes, and once in a while BurBoy or 21 translates for my benefit. 45 would once in a while interject, but he was a little bit reserved. I would interject as well if I knew what they were talking about. All four of us were drinkers though, and all of us were putting away the whiskey. 45 whispered to me that he cannot drink too much, because he had work in the morning. I asked if 21 had work as well. He said no, he was off till he had to be shipped off to his ordination in two days. Some staff goes to 21 and BurBoy and talk to the two of them. They busily take photos of the club and drinks and then post the photos on Facebook. The boys then show the staff their Facebook check-in and nod. They come back and give them both stuffed toys: I guess at this early hour, getting the youngsters to post their status on Facebook saying that they were at the club, spreads the word to all their friends to come. A good social media strategy. At around 10:30 the music changes and two boys in tank tops and briefs come out and make out and caress each other: It wasn’t hardcore like Fresh Boy or Screwboys, but it was a welcome sight to start out the night. The first sexy boy “fashion show” starts, with the boys going onstage one by one, wearing sleeveless shirts and briefs. When all were out, they dance to the beat: They leave the stage and 10 minutes later they come out again, this time in black tank tops: While this was happening, the club slowly fills up, and at 11 was 2/3s full. The fashion show ends and an interlude of music plays. We all toast to the night. I look around and see familiar faces. I see two boys that I think are gogos from Screwboys: They were with an older Thai guy. I am only guessing that the two were working tonight, judging from the body language. At the next table, I see four familiar faces. I think these were Jupiter boys: Sadly, or luckily, none of them were MuscleBoy. Since it was Monday, maybe it was their night off, or maybe they all had early offs. It didn’t look like they were with any customers, and were just hanging out by themselves. So my guess most or all of them were gay, since they chose to hang out in a gay club, spending their hard-earned off money on drinks in a relatively expensive club. Maybe there was a special occasion. But it looked like they were having fun, and some of them even were tipping the boys, and taking selfies with the boys. Apparently, gogo boys need other gogo boys too. The first band came out. They were very good, and mostly sang Thai pop songs that were catchy. Another reason I need to learn Thai: There was a lot of activity around us. I notice a mostly good-looking bunch of (I’m guessing) Chinese gay boys catty corner from us: There was a birthday celebration at the next table: The next fashion show then starts, and the boys were wearing just briefs and leather straps worn sexily around their torsos: While the boys were sexy and fun, it was kind of sad when my boyfriend has a much better body than the boys onstage. The next act comes out, and she wasn’t Thai. She was from the Philippines, and thankfully she sang English-language pop and dance songs. She was very good, and had a very soulful singing voice. She then serenaded the half-naked boys: She sang more songs, before exiting the stage. The boys came back out and danced their little hearts out: The boys then dispersed, and this boy was dancing next to us: 45 gives 21 a 100 baht note, and 21 gives the note and a Whiskey shot to the boy, who gladly took the money and shot: The boy talks to us for a while, and then gets back up and dances at a different area. Some of the boys stopped at some tables and started drinking with the customers, no doubt for more tips. Another bunch of songs from the Filipino singer. After that it was a free for all, with the dancers going around the club and dancing and drinking. At 1:45 AM, the dance music intensifies, and the DJ talks for the last time: And some seriously intense dance music then plays, and everyone just dances the night away: At this point BurBoy, 21 and I were very drunk. 45 was nursing his drink and diluting it with coke once in a while, since he has to work tomorrow. Everyone seems to be having fun. We were all celebrities tonight.

Day 10.4: Being Thai So BurBoy was kind of bummed he didn’t get a passport today. He was bummed last month for not being able to get a passport for our trip. The only thing I could think of doing to cheer him up right now is to ply him with food. While we walk on Sathorn Road heading back to Soi Phiphat 2, I put my arm around his shoulders and squeeze. “You hungry? You want to eat?” We just ate breakfast 3 hours ago, so he said “Yes, little bit.” We get to Naradhiwat Rajanagarindra Road and see Alphabet Restaurant (#1,655 out of 9,482 Bangkok restaurants reviewed on TripAdvisor). The menu by the door looks promising, so we get seated. I have to watch what I eat, as opposed to BurBoy who can eat anything. He orders a Mushroom salad with pork, and a calamari appetizer to share: He orders coconut juice, in a coconut. Here he is, flipping all of you off: I ordered a very large Long Island iced tea. BurBoy remarks that I am starting the drinking too early. I tell him that it is my holiday so I can do what I want. He eats his mushroom salad and tells me the nutritional benefits of eating mushrooms. After the meal we head back to the condo. We had about 5 hours to kill before we had to go to our night activities. For the first time together in this trip, we did not have anything planned. No tour to go to, no party for at least 5 hours, just some time to relax. BurBoy takes the finished laundry out of the washer. Since the unit did not have a dryer, he uses the dryer rack by the washer and lays out all our clothes on it, and running out of space, he takes all the hangers from the closets and hangs the rest of the wet clothes around the room. While he does this, I turn on the TV and discover that it had Netflix. I signed in with my U.S. Netflix account and was surprised that it worked. I flip through the shows and see that some of the available shows were different here in Thailand than back home. BurBoy takes the remote from me and flips through the shows. He decides on an ABC show called “Designated Survivor.” I work the TV remote till I figure out how to add subtitles to the show. Alas, it was only English subtitles. BurBoy can read some English, but I imagine he has difficulty reading at conversation speed. He didn’t mind. It’s funny that I have never heard of this show, but the concept is that the President of the United States, all of Congress and all of his cabinet get blown up by terrorists during the State of the Union address. The “Designated Survivor” was the Housing and Urban Development Secretary, and due to the Presidential Line of Succession, the lowly HUD Secretary becomes President. Sounds preposterous, but if the new President is played by Kiefer Sutherland, I am willing to let some things slide. While watching BurBoy had a shit ton of questions about the show. What’s a Cabinet Secretary? Why are their terrorists? Why was there no election? Why is Kiefer Sutherland not tall? It probably took us 50% longer to watch the 45-minute show due to pausing for explanations. I was more than OK with it, but some things cannot be explained fully explained by me due to language, cultural, and educational barriers. The fun is in the trying though, and after it was over BurBoy wanted to watch another episode. After watching another episode, we decide to take a disco nap. I crank up the aircon. Cuddling, spooning, and eventually sleeping, we rest for a few hours. We wake up at 8 PM and get ready for the night ahead. We had plans to have a grand meal at the Ratchada Area. After dinner, we had plans to hang out with one of BurBoy’s best friends and his boyfriend. They could not join us for dinner but will be meeting us at Celebrity Club. We wear matching short shorts and t-shirts and we head out to the street. BurBoy tells me that he wanted go to Oxa Pub and Restaurant (#732 out of 9,482 Bangkok restaurants reviewed in TripAdvisor). That meant we can take the MRT at Silom station and get off 8 stations later at Huai Kwang Station. We walk 15 minutes from the condo to the MRT station. We get those little plastic coin tokens and pay the 32 baht to get to Huai Kwang. We wait with others at the station: At almost 9PM, the subway car we get in was pretty busy, and we had to stand. Forty minutes later we get to Huai Kwang station. It would probably be quicker if we took a taxi, but it would’ve been more expensive. Whenever I could, I love taking the BTS or the MRT. Its relatively cheap, goes to most places that I want to go, and its ripe for people watching. We walk to Oxa Restaurant but see that is was closed: BurBoy was surprised it was closed tonight. He reads some of the signs and he tells me that it was closed for the New Year celebrations. It will be open again in a couple of days, but today was January 2, and employees need a break. BurBoy quickly checks Facebook to see if Celebrity Club was open tonight, and not also closed due to the New Year. He breathed a sigh of relief and showed me the Facebook post that showed that they were open tonight. We assess our options. BurBoy was set on eating at Oxa, but it was closed. I recommend us going to Celebrity Club now, and look for a restaurant close to it. BurBoy liked this idea, so he automatically hails a cab. He tells the driver our destination. 5 minutes later, we were by Celebrity Club. BurBoy pays the guy 40 baht. We look around the area and we see this green neon sign: BurBoy says he has been to this restaurant before, and guaranteed me that I will like it. We get in and the place is huge! It didn’t look this big from the outside. We pass by the bar, and I immediately like it: We get seated by the pool, and see that this establishment was called “Nathong Restaurant” (#1,131 out of 9,482 Bangkok Restaurants) : We get our menus and peruse the seemingly hundreds of dishes we can order: A waitress comes and BurBoy immediately asks for our favorite, Myanmar Beer. We get a cart by our table, and we get poured our glasses of gold heaven: I choose one thing and BurBoy chooses two things. I look around the area and there were a lot of people eating around the huge grounds. At the stage there was a live band singing trendy Thai songs: I enjoy these Thai restaurants with live entertainment. I don’t understand the songs but the melody is universally catchy. anddy Lines me and asks me what I was doing. I send him a photo of the band and restaurant. I also tell him we were checking out Celebrity Club after this. He replies with “All of that is so Thai.” I laugh and wish him a good night. Since I looked the part, all that is needed now is me speaking the language, and the transformation is complete. Our food comes, and it all looked so good: We ordered some fish Tom Sam, Deep Fried Soft Shell Crab and some Roasted Pork Ribs. We tore into the amazing meal. I look over at BurBoy and he was happily eating the food. The festive ambiance, live entertainment, the delicious food, and the charming company all made the night. We finish and pay up. I forgot how much the meal was but obviously it wasn’t that much for me to remember. With enough beer to make us giddy over the food, we head over to Celebrity Club: So next, the boys of Celebrity Club, and BurBoy’s friends…

Writing about this made me realize how super risky this choice was, but it didn't really occur to me I was at any risk that night. It just shows that there is a very fine line between an amazing time and an event that would've ruined my whole holiday. If the latter happened I would've been less enamored with Myanmar. Sometimes the biggest highlights of all aren't sexual . Surprising, I know. It's funny you call me his client even if I don't pay him anything, and only pay for our travel and food. Thanks for respecting BurBoy's privacy. Thanks DivineMadman. If I can help it, I won't fly to DMK ever again. Either I'll use Bangkok Airways to get to BKK fro SE Asia, or at least fly out of DMK instead of flying to it to get to BKK. LOL, you guys are hilarious. Most are young (20s and 30s) and fit, yes, but not all. I am sure all are welcome! There's a time for sex, and a time for partying. Yes, the two may intersect once in a while, but oftentimes it does not. No matter how good my 30s have been so far, I would still look back to my 20s with fondness. Yes, most gay parades and festivals and pride events around the world have more muscular dancers/entertainers. And the muscular boys onstage were a hit with the party boys. Judging from their large fan bases and popularity, they were the typical ideal body type that the typical party boy coming to the party was looking for. I need to check out Cupidol one of these days. I have a hankering for twinks once in a while . All I can say is... more for the rest of us. As anddy has estimated, most are Chinese tourists. A good number from Taiwan of course, and also from the mainland. There was also a lot of local Thais, and I recognized some of them from Facebook. Thanks man. More to come (unfortunately).

Day 10: It’s a Good Day to go to the Embassy At close to 1 AM BurBoy tells me he is ready to go. We say goodbye to anddy, who no doubt is still raring to party. We both still are lightweights. We all hug and I wish anddy well with handling all the hotness that surrounded us. It was the last night of the party, of most of these boys will be leaving tomorrow in flights or bus rides, so some of them are making the most of the fun. I still had a full week ahead of me in Bangkok, so the party will restart for me again tomorrow. We get out of CentralWorld and find the exit to get out of the complex. On the way we pass by fellow tired revelers taking smoke breaks or just taking a break from the sensory overload: We were about done ourselves. We get to the street and BurBoy hails a taxi. 60 baht later we were back at the condo. BurBoy immediately turns on the shower so we can both be fresh for sleep. I have gotten used the showers before bedtime with BurBoy. It was a good way to unwind and relax, and of course be fresh for possible nighttime or morning sex. That’s what I call a win-win. A few weeks later, after work one time and hanging out at home, while I was Lining BurBoy, I told him I was going to bed, and he asked if I finished showering. I told him no, I didn’t want to shower before bed. He couldn’t understand why I didn’t shower before going to bed. I told him it was winter in America, and that night it was just too cold to take a shower before bed. We finish showering and decide to go to bed at the cum-encrusted bigger bed in the main bedroom. It was our last night in this condo so we didn’t care. We fall asleep immediately, no sex, just sleep. BurBoy had big plans tomorrow, so he was eager to rest up. I woke up at around 9 AM without the alarm, and get up to pee. I return and BurBoy is still fast asleep: I slide back in bed and I spoon him. With such an inviting sight, how could you not. He stirs and slowly wakes up. “Good morning,” he whispers, smiling with eyes still closed. He turns to face me and then pulls me in to hug me. I feel his expected morning wood pressing against my thigh. We kiss to start the day. “Moment!” he explains. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. “Cannot pee na!” he says, unable to pee with a raging hard on. Just the typical morning with BurBoy of course. He eventually was able to calm down and pee. He emerges from the bathroom, naked, and stroking his cock. I take matters into my own hands (so to speak) and set him back down the bed. I suck him back to hardness and rewards me with moans of pleasure. I suck, and rim, and finger, and after a few minutes he came in my mouth. Good morning to me. Another shower of course immediately follows that. In the shower he was chatty, telling me what he wanted to do today. He wanted to go to the Myanmar Embassy today to see if he can get a passport. He also wanted to see his good friend who in a few days was going to do the monk thing so it was his last days of fun and frolic (as well a full head of hair) before a few days of meditation and solace at the monastery. I tell him maybe we can meet his friend over drinks or something. He thinks about it as we finish showering. The condo unit was a war zone. There were clothes everywhere from our shopping and preparation for the party. Myanmar souvenirs were also strewn about while we sort it all out between the two of us. And both bedrooms were a mess due to our exertions. We pack up and tidy up the best we can for our move today. For my last 6 nights in Bangkok I rented an AirBNB that was walkable to Silom, so we can take advantage of the bars. After packing I look for breakfast choices around the area. I find a promising restaurant called Kay’s Boutique Breakfast that was a 10-minute walk from the condo. FWIW it was #233 out of 9,481 ranked Bangkok restaurants on Tripadvisor. The reviews looked promising, and it looked like they had a healthy variety of iced coffees that I required out of my breakfasts. I consult with BurBoy and he says “I anything today,” so we put on clothes and walk to the restaurant. It was a nice day to walk the streets of Bangkok. We get there and at 11 AM, and since it was a breakfast-only place, we got there before it closed at 11:30 AM: There were some yummy items on the menu, mostly western stuff. We order some iced coffees and orange juice, and our main meals: We sat by the bar so we were able to see them cook our food, which was an entertaining plus: We get our breakfast items, a King of Egg Benny (eggs benedict) and creamy pasta with ham and egg: The portions were smaller than we were used to, but we both agreed that it tasted amazing. We finish and pay up (850 baht) and head back to the condo to walk off the yummy food. Definitely highly recommended breakfast restaurant, if you guys are ever in the area. We pack up our stuff and make sure we did not forget anything. I Line the next AirBNB unit’s owner and tell her we were on our way to Silom. Luckily the unit was available early today so we were able to check-in before 2 PM. BurBoy hails a taxi and says the familiar “Silom Soi S̄ām” to get us to the new condo unit. It was a different unit from the one I got a few days ago, but it was in the same condo building. The owner was not there to meet us for the keys, but she left the keys to the Juristic person on duty at the condo building office. He asked for my ID and then gave me the keys right away. I didn’t really need the owner to be there, since I have stayed in this building so many times before. And at $45 a night, it was a steal. We get to our 3rd floor unit, and it was again one of the corner units that was bigger than other one-bedroom units in the building. BurBoy was on a mission though. He immediately took out his dirty clothes, and some of mine, from our suitcases, and started to load it in the unit’s washer: BurBoy takes off his tank top and puts on a more “conservative” t-shirt. He says “We now go embassy OK.” I nod my head. I ask him how much money should I bring with me to pay for his passport. He says maybe at least 2000 baht. I bring 5000 baht just in case. I google map the embassy and it looks like it was walkable: It was still a nice day to walk so we have a luxurious walk on Soi 3 to Soi Phiphat 2 to Sathorn Road. Pretty soon we see the sign for the embassy: and we walk in and find out we got in to the Visa side of the building: It was for foreigners who needed a Visa to get to Myanmar. I wonder if it was cheaper to get the visa this way. BurBoy said that the locals part of the embassy was further down the road. We get there and go inside, and then BurBoy instructs me to sit on one of these colorful plastic chairs while he talks to the people in charge: It was not like any other embassy I’ve been to. The outside looked like a normal building, but inside, this area for Myanmar citizens looked like the inside of someone’s house. I guess it is still a poor country, even at their embassy that most probably sees the biggest traffic, since there were a lot of Myanmar citizens in Thailand who need help and assistance. BurBoy finishes his conversation and motions to me that we were leaving. He tells me that since it was past 3 PM, they cannot help him today, and they told him to come back in the morning tomorrow for the passport. He said it will only cost him 800 baht for the passport application, and he confirmed with the person that he brought all the paperwork he needed to get one. He was disappointed that he didn’t get one today. He felt bad that he wasn’t able to fly with me to Bangkok because of his lack of passport, and still felt bad that he couldn’t have one today. I assured him that he will get one tomorrow and not worry about it. It was time to kick-off the rest of the holiday, so up next, more partying…

Day 9.7: On Sundays We Wear White We head over to the escalators to get to GMM Live House on the 8th level. On the way find gay boys everywhere in white, trying to get to the party as well: We get to the ticketing area and we use our last tickets to the party We got here earlier than last night at 10:30 PM, so there was time to soak up the atmosphere and check out the backdrops with hot boys in front of them, just waiting on revelers to take photos of them and with them. BurBoy was definitely interested in getting some photos with the hot boys, so I take some photos with all of them. Edited the photos to protect BurBoy’s privacy, of course: anddy also got some photos in as well, and I send his through Line. I didn’t get any because the BurBoy ones were enough for my own collection, for now. anddy finds one of his hot Thai doctor friends manning the HIV testing station towards the end of the hallway where the backdrops were. We get our hugs and talk with him for a while in English. BurBoy asks me what this testing station was about. Instead of me trying to explain what HIV and AIDS was, I asked the good doctor to tell BurBoy in Thai. BurBoy gets an explanation and he understood what it was for. The doctor talks in English again and asks us if we were interested in getting tested. I told him that I just got tested before I came to SE Asia, and anddy got tested recently as well. BurBoy hasn’t, but didn’t want to take it right now. As we go through the periphery of the main hall, we see a lot of boys in white: We pass by the red laser display that boys were taking a lot of photos at. BurBoy wants some photos and I take a ton of photos with him in it. A photo without him in it: After we’ve had our fill of people watching in the hallways, anddy decides that it was time for us to get in the main dance hall itself. We get in a see a sea of white: The boys got into the white theme of the last night, and eager to celebrate the New Year. We decide to buy some alcohol to start the festivities. We get it at the bar at the opposite side of the dance hall. anddy was buying drinks, but he had to get a party cash card first because the bar itself did not accept direct cash payments: anddy remarked that this was all a scam. Customers will have to get the cards and fill it with cash, but some won’t finish off the cash in the cards, and the cash will remain unclaimed after the party and will go directly to the pockets of the party organizers. Anything to make a buck I guess. We get out drinks and we thank anddy for his kindness: As we take a sip of our alcohol we observe the festivities currently in progress: We stay at the outer portion of the hall. We see that the dancers were wearing white and out in full force entertaining the boys: We try to get closer and get lost in the big crush of boys: The phenomenon that anddy and Divinemadman have described was there. I’ll let them both describe it: Drugs or no drugs, it was kind of annoying, and it was best to avoid being near anyone who was in that chain. We stay far away from them and away from the stage as well. At the stroke of midnight, the main headliner of the party came out. It was Sophie Ellis-Bextor, owner of some top 10 dance hits and in the early 2000s: I remember seeing her videos and dancing to them in my early-20s, so I knew of her. anddy and BurBoy, however, did not know her at all. So I showed them some Wikis about her. anddy commented that the song she was singing now (“Take Me Home”) was a song in the 1970s. She also sang her mainstays “Groovejet (If It Just Ain’t Love)” and “Murder on the Dancefloor”. After Sophie’s act ended, a lot of the boys exited the dance hall to take a break. It was the cue for us three to get in through the big crowd and take our place close to the front near the stage. We were able to be far away enough from the Chinese dance-swaying chain of death. We stake our claim close to the front and see that the dancers were also close: I remember seeing on Facebook that there was a dancer search done a few months ago: and most of the Asian boys who had a considerable social presence applied for it and we now see them onstage: It was smart of the organizers to pick these boys: not only were they the typical hot boy that most of the revelers go for, their social media presence was free advertisement for the party itself. One of them is Whyan Chen, with the giant thighs and ass. To me he was the most into all the dancing, and teased the revelers most out of all the boys: Another one was Cory Zwierzynski, who was an Andrew Christian underwear model: The two got into the act, dancing together: There were other hot dancers of course, and instead of identifying all of them, I’ll just have them in my series: Boywatching #7 – White Party Edition: There was a lot of eye candy offstage of course: BurBoy and anddy were having fun. BurBoy was taking as many photos as I was, and in between we were dancing in place. It was a good victory celebration for our epic Myanmar tour week. BurBoy definitely deserved every bit of fun we were having tonight. As we danced the night away, I also forgot, for tonight, my other life. Tonight, there was only this, and it was amazing.

Day 9.4: Meanwhile, In-between Parties Despite my claim that we were tired from all the activity in the day, we really didn’t get to bed till 3. We were too tired for sex but the food and talking did eat up the time. We wake up close to 11 and had to hurry because we had a few errands to run today, as well as having lunch with a Malaysian friend of mine who was in town for the White Party. We met him briefly last night, but we wanted to catch up today over lunch. We hurriedly shower (together) and get dressed. We both were running out of clean clothes to wear, with the very busy travel week we have been through. But today was set for clothes shopping, to get some new clothes to wear, and because the Theme for the White Party night tonight was to wear all-white. It is the White Party after all, and they saved the white night for last. I already envisioned BurBoy wearing a sexy singlet and white shorts. I am sure the singlet will be taken off at the earliest opportunity. I ask BurBoy where he wanted to go shopping. He said either at MBK or Platinum Mall, and recommended we go to Chatuchak Market next weekend when we were less pressed for time. I preferred Platinum Mall’s restaurants, so I Line my friend that we were awake and will be meeting at Platinum Mall in 20 to 30 minutes. We finish getting ready and go downstairs. It was a long schlepp to Platinum, so I suggested we get a cab. BurBoy one ups me and hails a Tuk-tuk instead. BurBoy tells the driver where to go and he quotes 80 baht for the ride and we speed away. I haven’t been in a Bangkok Tuk-tuk in over a year. After my first few trips to LOS, I preferred walking or taking a cab for shorter distances, and the BTS or MRT for longer ones, over this mode of transport. As opposed to Cambodia, where I used it all the time. I took a couple of selfies of me and BurBoy in the Tuk-tuk. Looking at those photos now I see the unbridled joy me and BurBoy were having with the wind blowing in our faces, and our hair wild with the open-air nature of the ride. I sent the photos to BurBoy a month later. He said he forgot that we did this and was surprised that we look so happy in this seemingly mundane ride. After the driver weaves through Bangkok’s permanently busy streets, we finally get to Platinum. I give BurBoy the money and we race to the mall. We meet my friend at the 6th floor of one of Platinum Malls’s two malls. We hug and my friend gives BurBoy a handshake, but BurBoy gives him a hug instead. We duck into the Thai restaurant that was just next to us, the Yum Saap restaurant: We order the standard lunch, and then my friend and I catch up and gossip and make jokes and laugh. My friend would ask BurBoy questions once in a while and BurBoy would try his best to answer, but mostly it was just me and my friend catching up. We talk about boys of course, mostly about his (to him) boring single life. I encouraged him to get him some tonight at the last party night. It was nice seeing him again. I’ve known him as long as I’ve been going to LOS. We part ways after lunch, and make plans to check up on each other at the party tonight. BurBoy asks me how old my friend was. I tell him he was late-20s or early 30s. He said he found him a little bit cute. I pinch his cheek and laugh. BurBoy and I then start our shopping in earnest. We focus on the color White to get the perfect outfit for tonight. We notice some other gay boys shopping for their own White Party outfit as well, so we had competition. I notice this nice sexy tank top for BurBoy to wear. He takes off his top and tried it on. He looks really sexy in it. I pay the 200 baht for his tank top. In under 5 minutes we find something BurBoy can wear. I think anything will look good on him really. It took us longer to find something for me. We scoured most of the floors in Platinum till I found a nice sleeveless shite shirt that doesn’t make me look hideous. I pay 150 baht for my sleeveless shirt . After that we find nice looking white short shorts for the both of us to wear to the party. It didn’t matter if we were wearing the same shorts. I pay 450 baht for the two shorts. BurBoy finds some sexy white briefs to go with his ensemble. 300 baht later, he goes away with two pair. Our preparation for tonight party was not done. BurBoy said he needed a haircut. I got mine 6 days ago from that barber in Thaniya Plaza (has it already been 6 days ago? Time flies). I suggested we walk to Siam Paragon so he can get a nice salon-type haircut experience. He didn’t want me to spend all that money on his hair, so he decides for us to go to Big C for the haircut. We take the overpass to cross Ratchadamri Road and walk to the Big C Supermarket. We look at the mall directory and see some salons in the third and fourth floors. We settle on Hair Built: It was only the two of us when we got there, but while BurBoy was getting his haircut, a gaggle of asian gay boys went in, needing some haircuts as well. I could only assume that they were also preparing for the White Party. Pretty soon the salon was in full capacity, with gay boys asking for the latest hairstyles. I do like how Bangkok turns gay in certain events like these. BurBoy gets his rinse and style after the cut, and he looked super handsome as always. I pay the 250 baht. Unsurprisingly, after a few hours of shopping and the haircut, we were hungry again. We swing by McDonalds (I know) and get some good ole Fried Chicken: We take a cab back to the condo and lay out our shopping booty. We were set for the party. All we needed now is a disco nap to actually survive the party ahead. I suggest this to BurBoy and he says sure we can nap, but after having sex. He then takes off all his clothes and gets in the bed. He was not into the seduction today, but was horny to do the deed, so it was my duty to get horny with him. I lie down with him and slowly feel up his golden brown skin, well-defined abs, and already hard cock. Pretty soon I was super hard myself. That didn’t take long at all. We kiss, caress, lots of body contact. He sucks me for a while, while he chuck wows. He was really horny. He goes through his things to get a condom and some lube packets. He wanted it right away. I put the condom and lube up. Without putting lube in his hole, I put it in while he was lying on his side, me fucking him while we spoon. He chuck wows while I fuck him. It doesn’t take him long before he cums while I still was fucking him. I didn’t take long either, and pretty soon I fill the condom. We clean up. BurBoy notices that he came all over the bed. He takes one towel in the clean towel pile in the next room and tries to wipe away his mess. He does his best. I suggest we sleep in the other room with the still clean single bed, where I cuddled with MuscleBoy last night. I set the alarm for 7:30 PM and we get our disco nap. We get up to the alarm and we both get ready for the party tonight. We shower together and then put on our new clothes for the night. BurBoy takes a long time styling his hair, probably still getting used to the new style he got from the salon earlier. After 30 minutes of getting ready and fussing about and admiring ourselves in the full length mirror in the living room, we finally get out of the condo. We were meeting anddy for dinner at CentralWorld at 9:30 PM so we had to get out of there. BurBoy hails a taxi so we are not late. It doesn’t matter, there was a lot of traffic tonight: We get to CentralWorld and I Line anddy saying we were here. We decide to meet close to the Food court on the 7th Floor. We both got lost in this giant mall, and I had to ask anddy on Line where to go. We finally make it and we all hug it out. We decide to the CentralWorld Food Hall for the variety: This food hall had everything, from Thai and Asian food to Italian pastas and pizzas to basic Western fare. Right now, it was kind of odd though, half of the stalls were already closed, and the other half that were still open were slowly closing up. We tried to find stalls that were fully open, but those who were didn’t have everything in the menu. We decide to give up on the Food Hall and just find a regular restaurant. But at 9:30 PM everything started to close for the night. It took us a while to find one that was still open. anddy suggested we go eat at Black Canyon Coffee. I was surprised that they served dinner food, but I guess I was prejudiced by the “Coffee” in the restaurant name. We sit down and order: While we waited, I showed anddy some Myanmar trip photos, including some of BurBoy in his longyi. It was an epic trip, and the photos proved it. Our food comes and it was fine for fueling up for the party ahead: After that satisfying meal, we head over to the party. Up next, the last night of the White Party…

Thanks forrestreid. Its a long ass thread, so interjecting once in a while is greatly appreciated . Like I said before, I've received a lot of PMs about people who got inspired to visit Burma because of my ramblings. There was a lot of mystery about the country that kept me from going. But reality is it is highly accessible to tourists and the size and vastness of the country lends itself to discover more again and again. My next trip to Burma will definitely going to the Northern States, as well as visiting the beaches, which are less developed than Thailand's, but worth visiting. Glad the smutty parts of the story are still working for you guys. Alas, these moments are few and far between this trip as opposed to last trip. I'm glad my hardship in bottoming was still sexy lol. Vessey, yes he is perfect for me, and exactly the way I want him to look like. But I can see why people have asked for his photo through PMs, because I have described him extensively and lovingly in my posts. Like you said, you can let BurBoy look like your dream guy when you imagine him in your head when you read the posts. Though he has at least caught anddy's fancy he met BurBoy. For the guys asking for a photo, the only way you can see him is in the flesh, this April, when I am back in Bangkok . BurBoy is not a mere travel accessory, you're right. Many forget that this thread is also about his holiday, and was an equal partner in all activities we spent together. Since he is not writing these reports with me, I can only talk about my feelings. I cannot control how I come across when I write. Due to my one hour rule of only writing one post for an hour and I stop, I can only afford to write what happened, instead of shaping the narrative to make me look good. The economic disparity between us is vast, and yes can lead to a power disparity as well. But if you know me and how easy going I am and how powerful BurBoy's personality is, most of the time HE gets to decide what happens, and this had nothing to do with money or level of education or cultural differences. It was just about two boys having fun on holiday. And absolutely, all feedback is welcome, and sometimes less than fawning admiration is the most useful. I do appreciate the positive feedback, and eager to contemplate on the not so positive ones to see the error of my ways, or a clarification is necessary. Haha yes that is correct. I wasn't really aware of the difference, and once again you have added to my vocabulary. Kudos! I've had hickeys on my neck numerous times before. Maybe my neck is just too sensitive to bruising for some reason, or guys just love munching on it . Once I got a particularly nasty one the night before a big meeting while on work travel. I had to wake up early to stop by a drug store to get some concealer to cover up the red blotch. Glad someone is still reading . There's still some days left to post.

Day 9.0: Bangkok Street Food as a Religious Experience The stroke of midnight brought kisses and hugs. And then the party truly started with some banging beats from the DJ. BurBoy is dancing, happy, and taking a lot of photos and selfies and sending it over to friends. There were a lot of photos of him and me, him in his gorgeous shirtlessness, and me with… my hickey. He immediately sends me the ones that he liked the best on Line. But the busy few days have caught up to both of us. BurBoy had a long almost 14-hour bus ride from Myanmar to Bangkok today, and I was awake at 3:15 AM this morning after a busy and sexual night, and the two tour stops and flight back to Bangkok did not help things. At 12:30 AM both of us were fading, and pretty soon BurBoy was yawning. He whispers to me and says the magic words” “I am hungry.” We go to anddy and tell him we are retiring for the night. anddy is a known party animal, so 12:30 AM is probably like afternoon for him LOL. We were lightweights compared to him. We get hugs, as well as hugs from Fresh Boys captain, and off we went. It wasn’t easy to get through the hundreds and hundreds of boys on the dance floor, so BurBoy takes me by the hand and pushes through the crowd with me in tow. Lots of sweat smeared, arms and hands on the way, dodging and weaving through the dancing boys, and we were out of the main hall and we walk on our way out: As we exited we get out wrists marked with a reentry stamp, but we had no intention of coming back. We then make our way through the many escalators to get to the ground floor, and it was filled with gay boys leaving as well: It was nice to see the mall empty and just filled with gay boys on the escalator. I wish gay malls were a thing. We get to the ground floor exit and see that there were some straight couples trying to get in the mall. From what I can guess from the conversation, they were only letting people with tickets to the party back inside. I guess it really was a gay mall tonight. We get to the big area in front of the mall, and see that it was full of New Year’s revelers still up even well after the stroke of midnight: The streets were filled with people. Talking, laughing, walking. Lots of people still wearing black as well: There were some food tents set up in the area in front of the mall. It was mostly from restaurants from inside the mall. We were super hungry and we almost got some McDonalds to quench our hunger: But BurBoy was adamant in getting a good meal, so we peruse the other kiosks: Nothing really stood out for us so we kept looking. We get to the end of the area of the mall, and admire this giant photo of the new King: And then we see some really nice religious imagery, mostly Hindu, as we get out of the mall area. It was actually nice to see these on this night. I’ve always wondered about the crurious intersection of Buddhism and Hinduism in Thailand and Myanmar. Maybe I’ll ask BurBoy about this someday about what all this meant to him. BurBoy looks at the display and pays homage to some of them: No luck on the food front yet. We walk on Ratchadamri Road and we did not need to take the overpass this time. It was closed to traffic and people were walking on the car-less street. It was nice seeing this road empty. Its usually pretty busy other times: We see some restaurants on Ratchadamri Road, but when we try to get a table, we get turned away, saying that they are closed. We forget that it is almost 1 AM, so it is understandable. We make our way north, the way back to the condo, to see if we can find some food that we can be satisfied with buying and taking back to the room. We pass by this attractive couple going back to their motorbike. Couldn’t resist taking a photo, even if it doesn’t capture how cute they both were: And then the street food carts get interesting. We see our first purchase, some sausage balls on a stick. 20 baht for two skewers worth of yummy pork: Next to the sausage kiosk was one that had some interesting balls. There was an English translation and it said “Cheese Balls”, and I love cheese, so I had to have some. 39 baht for a small bag full: We pass by Phetchaburi Road, which was the point that Ratchadamri Road turns into Ratchaprarop Road. And then we hit the motherlode. BurBoy loves spicy salad, so he finds this kiosk with a lot of chopped vegetables and spices: He talks to the vendor and gets into a lively discussion with her. I recognize the language as Burmese, so as luck would have it he found a Burmese salad lady. He chooses the vegetables, noodles, meats, and spices he wanted for the salad. He then tells me that the lady was from Mon State, and she knew how to make the salad the way he likes it, and the way his Mom does it for him. I love that he found a little piece of home on the streets of Bangkok. We paid 90 baht for the salad. The kiosk next to Burmese salad lady had a few rice dishes, so I pick a fish cake entrée (I remembered the I loved the fish cakes in Yangon),and some chicken dish, and BurBoy gets a big order of rice for the whole dinner. 85 baht for the rice and two entrees from this vendor: One of the vendors asks me something in Thai. BurBoy rescues me and answers. The vendor puts in some plastic forks and spoons, and some paper plates, in our bag of food. We leave with some yummy food. While walking north we pass by some local people who were having drinks celebrating the New Year. There was some drunk singing, some drunk dancing, and a lot of New Year's joy. It was clear people were having fun on the streets of Bangkok. BurBoy motions me to move on. He was eager to try the food. We hit Chaturathit Road and we see this very interesting kiosk: BurBoy talks to the cook and he found what he was looking for: Tom Yum. We both love Tom Yum and I especially love how spicy some can get. The cook expertly cleans up some of his pots and directs (what I would assume) his wife to ready some of the vegetables for Tom Yum. He asks BurBoy to choose the seafood he wants with the Tom Yum, so we get directed to this pile of seafood and meats, mixed with ice to keep it fresh: BurBoy points to what he likes and the cook grabs his choices and starts cooking: As we wait for our delicious Tom Yum, I notice that the kiosk was so close to the road: There is something about Thai street food and its presence close to the road and cars exhaust and the general elements. There is nothing quite like it in the world. Its one of my favorite things to do while on holiday here, and BurBoy is game to encourage this habit of mine. After 10 minutes we get our 160 baht Tom Yum. We get to the condo and start staging the food for eating. It takes us almost an hour from leaving the party to our condo, but it was a journey through Street Food heaven. I was glad we were able to get this food, because it was all delicious. The photo does not do the flavors justice, but here it is: BurBoy’s Burmese salad, which was out of this world yummy: We gladly dig into our 394 baht (~$12) dinner. The food was delicious, the conversation was lively, and the company was just… perfect.