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Okay this makes me sad if it's true: Prawit calls for midnight revelry halt Maybe GCircuit is not affected because it is indoors? Maybe Silom will be the same as last year? Maybe I should stop reading Songkran news and just enjoy my vacation?

LOL you guys, and those who PMed me about continuing the report, it really has to wait. I just came back from Mexico and in a few days jetting off to Thailand. If the Songkran week is eventful then I will probably write about it. But I probably won't be offing anyone and will have my hands full with BurBoy, so it might be even less interesting to the people here who (rightfully) expect more sexually stimulating reports.

LOL I can't wait to join the brain dead. Songkran really isn't for everyone.

Thanks for the little tidbit worldatlarge. I just got back this morning from Mexico City this morning and saw your post so I googled "Mexico City sinking" and read this New York Times article about it. I guess there goes my dream of buying property here. Maybe I'll look at Puerto Vallarta instead. It is interesting though that this year Easter, including "Sabado de Gloria" happens over Songkran. One of many parallels of Mexico and Thailand. Interesting parade. Is thaiboy.net a BBB Inn website? I do see Tao there. I guess I am not cancelling my plans and will be there in a few days. See you guys pretty soon...

I intended this to just be a one time post because of user Mark311088 had his question about massage places. I think this trip report's time in the sun has set and I am dangerously close to my next BKK trip to be able to finish. I am also still in Mexico right now so won't have time to post anyway. But who knows, maybe I'll continue and finish this report when things calm down on my end. That's awesome GWMinUS! Thank you for the compliment! It truly is an amazing part of the world. I want to visit Vietnam and Laos next but who knows when i will be back to SE Asia after this April trip. But I hope that I too am going on adventures that are memorable enough to be vivid in my mind when I am 76 years old.

I hope so paulsf! I am a little bit concerned with the online articles popping up like this one: “No Powder, No Water Guns, No Sexy Dress, and No Alcohol” for Songkran Festival This Year This one says Khao San is subdued, but at least has water gun fights: Songkran activities on Khao San to be subdued Please post more updates for those who are there, what is the latest scuttlebutt? It won't change my plans to come, but I will need to plan other activities if the usual celebration is subdued.

You had amazing timing because the next unposted Day in that trip report was the Arena visit. I wouldn't have posted it otherwise. I suggest you go maybe Tuesday or Wednesday to DJ. By Thursday it might be too crowded and you can't even get in. At least just judging from last year. I'll be there sometime next week and will be staying till after Songkran. And yes, the legendary (and he is pretty legendary in my book) BurBoy will be with me, maybe even the whole time. I plan on a detour to one of the beaches before Songkran (possibly Hua Hin), but you can catch me in BKK for sure. I sent you a PM if you wanna reply with your availability. We can figure something out.

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.