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Day 5.4: I’m on my way to Mandalay, and I’ll be gone to Bagan For those of you haven’t read my previous trip report, I just had a successful little trip to Cambodia. I visited two cities, Phnom Penh, the busy Khmer capital, and Siem Reap, the beautiful cultural destination. This Myanmar trip mirrors that one somehow. If Phnom Penh is to Yangon, both capitals at one point in their existnace, and the largest city in their country, then Siem Reap is to Bagan, with its complex of temples and small town vibe. But where does that leave Mandalay? That’s where Myanmar gets lucky. Mandalay is also once a capital, and the second largest city in the country. With its once capital status, it benefits from the infrastructure, culture, and commerce that a former capital usually enjoyed. As a result, it is has one of the two international airports in Myanmar (sorry Bagan – though there are plans to change that). It is more Phnom Penh that it is Siem Reap though, so it has big Asian city problems (traffic, poor people moving in, commericialization). Naypyidaw, the new capital of Myanmar, is another story, and one I an eager to get to know in a future trip. (I'm thinking Mandalay is like Ayutthaya, both once capitals, but ironically Ayutthaya was destroyed by the Burmese in the 18th century. Which makes Ayutthaya more like Bagan or Amarapura. Something to think about.) When choosing an international airport to fly to from Bangkok, Mandalay was the closest one to Bagan, even if it was a 3.5-hour drive from the airport to Bagan. I tried to get a plane ride for us from Mandalay to Bagan, but couldn’t find one in the timeframe we required, so I had BurBoy find us a taxi in Mandalay while he was staying there for two nights. I offered to give him money for food and taxis while he was in Mandalay, but he declined and said I already paid for the hotel stay so no need to spend more money. While I was getting my jollies off in Bangkok, BurBoy was enjoying staying in Mandalay. He found a gym in town, so he was able to get some workouts during his stay. He was able to walk around the city, and he sent me photos of his exploration. He knew with my schedule that I might not be able to tour Mandalay as much as Yangon, so he made sure he was able to show me what I was missing. He sent me photos of the Mandalay Royal Palace, once home to two Kings, destroyed by the Japanese, and rebuilt by the Burmese: He also went up to Mandalay Hill (elevation at the top at 735 ft) and took some nice photos of the awesome views of the city down below: Too bad I wont be able to see these for myself, but BurBoy was kind enough to share his visit to me. So my Bangkok Airways flight was 45 minutes late, so I Line BurBoy right away so he does not wait too long. He says that the taxi will come at 12:30 PM to pick him up but he will try to call them to see if they can come a little bit later. I go to the Bangkok Airways lounge and OD again on iced coffee. I read up on Bagan and temples. I am so unprepared for the tour but I do my best reading about the area. We finally get on our flight. The plane was almost full, which was a good sign that tourists are flocking to the country. The Bangkok Airways flights are blending together now. Same gross meal. Same old aircraft. And same decent service. This flight was a little bit longer than the one to Yangon, however, so the flight attendants did not have to rush to clean up after us. I change my SIM card in my travel cellphone from my Thai SIM to my Myanmar Telenor SIM. We descend upon Mandalay soon and land without incident. When we land I turn on my phone and immediately Line BurBoy to tell him I was there. I get a lot of angry emojis, and ask me why I was late. I take a photo of the ongoing disembarkation of the passengers so he knew I was on my way: I forward some “forgive me” emojis and ask for forgiveness. He was joking of course, he was just giving me a hard time. I try my best to zip through everyone through immigration, customs and baggage claim. I look at my passport and notice that the entry stamp for Yangon looks different from the Mandalay one. Weird. I finally get out to the arrivals lobby and I immediately see BurBoy, in his tight t-shirt, with a killer tan and the biggest smile in the world. He gives me a terse hug. “Hurry na!” he tells me. He was rushing because he did not want the taxi driver to wait one second longer. A tall, young and lanky Burmese guy with bleached blonde hair hiding under a baseball cap, and super skinny jeans, runs up to us and takes my luggage. “Is he our driver?” I ask BurBoy. “No. Him son.” was his answer. I thought for a minute that he hired a cute young driver for me to stare at with lust on the hours we were on the road. Well, I can still stare at him, so I guess he did do me a solid. Parking was close to the exit, ad we walk to a 5-door hatchback looking crossover car/SUV thing as our taxi, with a kindly middle-aged man in a longyi waiting for us by the side of the car. The son opens the back and puts my luggage in, which joined BurBoy’s own luggage already there. We both get in the back, with me strategically sitting behind the driver in the right-hand drive car, so I can be diagonal staring distance to the son. One has to think about these things. We speed away at around 2:10 PM. After 10 minutes we get out of view from the major infrastructure that dotted the outskirts of the airport. I check my google maps and see that the drive time to our hotel in Bagan was 3 hours and 15 minutes: I discreetly try to take a photo of the driver's son. As you can see, I was not too successful with being discreet: Hour One: BurBoy was a chatterbox, telling me about his two days. He showed me photos of his hotel room (spartan but liveable), his breakfast (very basic but edible), his gym (nice facilties and modern), and the streets of Mandalay (wide and modern and buildings are tall-ish). I could not show him my photos of course. ShanBoy in his underwear. MuscleBoy in his tight t-shirt with muscles bursting. Tao and his bare butt. He would probably kill me right there, in the backseat, if he saw this. The road to Bagan is very non-descript and not interesting. Sometimes you would see the occasional pagoda: But really it would look like this, just a nicely maintained highway with railings and some growth over yonder: Hour Two: BurBoy takes out a small yellow packet from his pocket and gives it to me. I wasn’t sure what it was really: I open it and it was a small green leaf with something inside it. I open it up and see this: BurBoy explains it to me. It was called “gyam yar” or “kwun ya” in Burmese, and upon further research, it is more commonly called “Paan” (Hindi). It is betel nut leaf with some areca nut and possibly some tobacco. Reading on it more, I find out that it is carcinogenic and may cause oral or throat cancer. I’ve never had anyone I love give me something that caused cancer before. Such a sweet and deadly gift. As an aside, these are internet photos of Burmese guys who chew this things addictively: He encourages me to eat it whole and chew. I do, and it tasted sweet and minty. I down it no problem. There are worse things in life you can do than eating a known carcinogen (maybe). Besides, it was only one time and I am sure I won’t eat this ever again. It was one of those things that you do in the moment, to experience the present, and just be mindful of what is happening now. BurBoy had that effect on me. I don’t have to worry about the future with him. I don’t have to think about boyfriends, or America or my job. What only counted was right now. That was really the gift all along. Hour Three: We are both quiet, alone in our thoughts. The sun was slowly setting in the horizon as we progress to Bagan. The son in the front was quiet as well, looking at the sights. What was he thinking? What did he think of BurBoy and I? I Line BurBoy, joking that I will ask the son to stay with us at the hotel. BurBoy Lines me back, asking if I thought the son was gay. I type on Line that I don’t know, but the blonde hair and trendy jeans might be a sign. BurBoy Lines that it doesn’t matter. He wants me all alone tonight after being away. So the son may be gay or straight, it didn't matter. So next, the night in Bagan...

Day 5.0: The Art of the Airport Goodbye After two wild nights in Bangkok, it was time for me to go back to Myanmar. This is a roundabout way to do a holiday, my going back and forth between Thailand and Myanmar. Some of the more efficient travelers among you might ask me: can’t I just stay the whole time in Myanmar, going from Yangon, to Bagan, and to Mandalay, and then go through my Gentleman’s Intermssion? It would definitely save me some time, money, and hassle going to and from airports! If I did it the smart way, I would only have 3 flights (to Yangon, Bagan, and Bangkok) instead of four (to Yangon, Bangkok, Mandalay, and back to Bangkok), and save one cab ride to Bangkok. But then I will have BurBoy with me. I simply cannot have a proper Gentleman’s intermission with BurBoy in the same city with me. He would insist on tagging along to the bars. He would get jealous at the boys. It wouldn’t be as fun. I would be more free if I was alone anyway. So this actually worked out, even if the next flight was one that could’ve skipped if I chose the smart route. I told ShanBoy the night before that I had a flight today, so as the alarm wakes us up very early, he knew what it was for. It was only 5 and half hours of sleep for me, but I never really get much sleep when catching a flight the next day. We both wake up and cuddle for a little bit, and then I tell ShanBoy I was super hungry. All that activity last night just drained me, so I needed to eat. I didn’t want to spend too much time on breakfast, since I was paranoid to be late for my flight. And there was only one place I go for a quick meal. The stuff of nightmares: McDonald’s, while unapologetically consumeristic, devoid of character, and with uninspiring food choices, is admittedly the reliable choice if you find yourself anywhere in the world. Whether I am in bumfuck Nevada, one-horse-town Texas, an industrial park in small town England, or stuck in a long layover in Haneda Airport, the Big Mac and French fries combo is the same anywhere you go. And sometimes it is nice to sample the specialty dishes that are unique to the country you go to. Fried chicken and rice? You’re in Manila. Fish and chips? You’re in London. Loving that Shrimp Burger? You’re in Tokyo. There are two McDonalds of equal walking distance from the condo. I choose the McDonalds on Silom a block from Soi 3. The morning air was cool, and the sidewalks were just coming alive with people walking to work: Before walking in McDonalds I ask ShanBoy if my choice is good for him. He gives me two thumbs up. We walk in and choose from the menu at the top of the cashier. I get the Big Breakfast with (of course) iced coffee. ShanBoy order and Chicken and Cheese burger sandwich. Our total was a cheap 223 baht ($6.50): My soulless but tasty big breakfast. The hash browns here were noticeably fluffier that back home. But no cheese? Sad face: The McDonalds was playing some Swing Music as we try to talk. I tell ShanBoy the same thing I told MuscleBoy the night before. With the help of google translate, I tell him I am going to the White Party, and may need his company in a few days. He is OK with this of course. I do feel that MuscleBoy may be better company to that party. His English was way better, the outer aesthetics more attractive to me and the hundreds of other gay asian boys in the premises, and holding on to all that muscle would be a plus. Still, ShanBoy has his own charms, and I would probably have a sweeter time with him, and maybe even have a more fun time. So who do I pick for the party? Same age. Same line of work. Muscle vs. Twink. Fair vs Brown. Thai vs. Myanmar. We shall see. As we head back to the condo, I take a few photos of the tributes to the recently deceased, and very revered former King. They were everywhere, and it was evident that the people continue to love him: Before heading to Thailand, I was a little bit concerned about the entertainment being toned down, as part of the mourning period. Two months after his death, everything seemed back to normal. The gogo boys, the gogo shows, the alcohol, the loud music, were more or less still there. We turn the corner at Soi 3 and see a line to one of the food vendors in the street: There was a lot of black in that photo. Obviously there were still a lot of mourners paying their respects. It did not affect my two nights here at the least. I expect to have a normal White Party in a few days. We get back to the condo unit and I tell him that I will take a quick shower to be fresh for the flight. He tells me he will join me in the shower, of course. We do our soap downs. He offers to soap up my back. He does a good job. I start soaping up his body. It feels nice to the touch. Pretty soon my hands are all over his body, feeling every inch of him. I stroke his cock and see it grow. I soap up his butt and put a test finger slowly in. He shrieks and I take it out. We both laugh. Bangkok never really quits. We towel dry and continue on the bed. We make out for a bit, and then I lay him on the bed, put his legs up in the air, and dry hump him. I continue to make out with him. And then I lay right next to him, and we chuck-wow while kissing. We both cum. Another short soap down follows. I hurriedly pack, though there wasn’t a lot to pack anyway. I Line the condo unit owner and tell him I was leaving and will be leaving the key cards in the mailbox like previously agreed on. It was 9:15 AM and it was time to get a cab. ShanBoy surprises me and says that he will go with me to the airport. I ask him if he he was sure. It was a long way back to Bangkok. He says “I OK” and then winked and smiled at me. So charming. He takes the lead and looks for a cab. He tells me that we should head over to Silom Rd to be able to catch a taxi, instead of looking for a cab in the less busy Soi 3. We get to the corner and he hails one. He tells the driver our destination. The driver agrees and he helps us with putting my luggage in the trunk. We pile in the back and we drive off. Pretty efficient, no haggling of fares, and the driver uses the meter no problem. Since it was awkward to use google translate in a cab, most of our journey to the airport was silent. He does take my hand and puts it in his lap. He squeezes it once in a while. The first toll booth comes and the driver tells us something in Thai. ShanBoy tells me “50 baht.” No sweat. We get to the second toll booth and he says “25 baht.” Pretty soon we roll into Suvarnabhumi. I look for the Bangkok Airways sign and we get off. The whole fare was 320 baht. I give the driver 340 baht and we get off on the curb. ShanBoy takes my big luggage from the trunk and pulls it with him. We head over to the Bangkok Airways counter and I check-in for my flight. I don’t check-in any luggage. My flight to Mandalay was at 12 PM so I had about 2 hours to spare. I decide to accompany him to the basement level so that he can go back to Bangkok via the Airport Rail Link. This is sounding like the very first post of this thread: “Day 16: Boy Loses Boy.” I do lose a boy today too, but it wasn’t as sad as Day 16 was. This was only Day 5, and I was in the middle of my holiday. Mandalay still lay ahead of me, filled with promise, and BurBoy, waiting for me. I feel a little bit bad for leaving ShanBoy, but I had another boy waiting for me at the end of this plane ride, so it was bittersweet. We get to the basement level and we sit down for a moment. I take out my phone and tell him about my plans for the next few days. I will be going to Mandalay, and then to Bagan, to visit some temples. I tell him I will be riding in one of those Balloon rides over Bagan, showing him some photos. He was pretty impressed by the balloons and the temple views. I tell him a little bit more about the rest of the trip, and the cities I planned on visiting. This inspired him to show me photos on his phone. Some of his hometown, some of his house and his parents, and some of the temples and buddhas that were close to his house. This was a great primer for the second part of my Myanmar trip. Its crazy to think that I found ShanBoy in Bangkok, making my two-night stay more like being in Myanmar than Thailand. It’s like I never left that place, plane ride notwithstanding. And ShanBoy was very sweet. Sweet in bed, sweet for going all the way here at the airport, and sweet for sharing with me his Myanmar life, if not in so many words, at least in his actions. In any other Bangkok holiday, I would be offing him multiple nights. If there was not a BurBoy, ShanBoy would have been my companion in Myanmar. I look at my watch and it was 10:45 AM. It was time for me to go through immigration and wait at my gate. I take out my wallet and count some money. I give ShanBoy 3000 baht for my long time with him, including his wait time in X-Size. I then peel off 200 baht from my wallet and tell him “for train.” He smiles and accepts gratefully. He hugs me and then kisses me on the lips. Are Myanmar boys not afraid to show affection in public, at least in Thailand? This one really knew the art of the airport goodbye. I watched him use some coins to get his token. He then uses the token to get through the turnstile. He waves goodbye to me before disappearing at the turn. There were no tears in this goodbye. My heart was not filled with sorrow, at least this time. Instead it was full of hope and excitement for the coming flight ahead. I will be back again with BurBoy. The thought of this made me really happy for some reason. I will know that reason soon. Next up, BurBoy, and Mandalay…

Haha, patience my pretties! Anyway you got the whole story anyway, even if it took two more posts. I have to end the posts somehow, the day was just so long. I hope it was worth the wait. Thanks hunkster for the complement. Unfortunately he made me promise to not distribute the photos under any circumstance, otherwise he would not have agreed to it. The best thing to do is when you are back in Bangkok , make your own memories! Thanks Vessey. You write very erotic prose yourself , so that's a huge complement coming from you. This reminds me of that country song "It's Five O'clock Somewhere". Your mileage may vary, as usual, but yes it is very possible, and makes me regret to have neglected that bar all this time. I use Aviary, an app on my iPhone. I believe it is a free app. I capture the screenshots in my MacBook and then send it to my phone to edit. You use your finger to use the blur tool to blur the faces, and there are three different blur dot sizes. I edit all my photos on my phone now. Its just too tedious to do it on a computer, at least for the quick and mindless edits I do for this trip report: Haha @ sexy. I wish! I am under no illusions that these paid boys are turned on by me. Thanks tho. I love the feedback guys. Its great motivation to continue posting .

Day 4.75: Some Muscle, Some Twink He asks if it was going to be short time or long time tonight. I felt this was a good sign, that he was amenable to staying longer if I needed him to. BUT as much as I wanted to try long time with him, I regrettably say “short time.” I am not going to back out on ShanBoy. I didn’t want to. There were just too many wonderful boys in the world. I have got to draw a line at some point. I ask him to shower, and I will do the same after him. He slowly undresses in front of me. I got to see his magnificent body again, this time fully naked. That cock looked promising, surprisingly thick and uncut and swinging on its way to the bathroom. He emerges in a towel, his magnificent muscular chest exposed. I go in next and treated myself to a nice hot shower. I also emerge in a towel, and I see him already in bed under the covers, playing with his phone. I take of my towel and I join him in bed. He leaves the bed and goes back in the bathroom. I hear water turn on and off. He gets back in the bedroom and immediately gets down to business by lying on top of my and licking my nipples. I just enjoy the gorgeousness of the boy that was making a considerable try to give me a good time. I let him please me, and to see how far he goes. He licks my nipples and then graduates to my neck. I enjoy his closeness and being able to smell him up close. He graduates to my face, and starts to kiss me. Not deep, just little bites, but it was satisfying to see that he was willing to do it. He comes up for air and smiles widely. “You OK?” I smile and say emphatically “Yes!” He asks what I wanted to do next. I tell him to sit on my groin, and pose for me. Someone who spends some time to get those muscles needs to be admired. He smiles and then sits and flexes. Man those arms are really big. I pull him forward to fondle them. This puts him close proximity to me. I tell him to hold me and just be close to me. I explore a lot. I was not in a hurry. This boy needs to be savored and not consumed in one gulp. After exploration, it was time to get to know him more. I tell him to lie back on the bed so I can explore better. He does what I say, and I see IT clearly for the first time. His cock was surprisingly very very thick, and lots of foreskin. I try to put it in my mouth and pretty soon I knew it just wasn’t going be easy. And it really was not going to fit in my ass either. As it grew bigger it was harder for me to suck it. I did try though, because it felt good and it looked even better. I stroke it for a little bit and peel back the foreskin and admire it for a while. I inch up to his abs and kiss them. I inch up further and kiss his nice nipples and perfectly formed pecs. I inch up again and kiss him lightly. I did not mind he did not kiss deeply. I did not mind I could not fuck him. I look up to him and he smiles widely. “You OK?” he asks again. I kiss him and say yes. I look at him and then it dawned on me that if I was going to try it, it’s now or never. I ask him to fuck me. He doesn’t hesitate. He gets up and gets a condom and lube packet from his pants. He puts it on while standing and starts to lay me down the bed. I tell him he should lie down and I will sit on it. It’s the best chance I can get through his girth. I put liberal amounts of lube on his hard cock, and some more inside me. And then I start. I start putting it in, very very very gently. I start with the head. Man it’s too thick for me. I stop and then start sliding it in again. It was painful. I was sweating. I smile through the pain. He sees this and starts tweaking my nipples, stroking my hips, making moaning sounds. I appreciate that he stays hard and patient though all this. His touches help. I slide it in some more. I see his face, patient, looking at me, trying to will himself inside me, not moving an inch and letting me guide both of us through this. And looking at him worked. I was all in. It was not painful anymore. I soak in his girth, his pride, his hardness. I started thrusting, up and down his cock. He puts his hands on my waist, to balance me, to help me, to encourage me. I got comfortable enough to then ask him to give it to me. He does, slowly, tentatively, then more sure and rhythmic. I see his abs tense up with every thrust. I get comfortable. He gets more confident. I pull it out to lie on my chest, and he enters me and lays on top of me. He fucks me some more. This was nice. It was just OK actually. I like feeling his body on top of me, but bottoming itself was not my thing. After a few more minutes, I tell him “Chuck wow na,” signaling that him topping me was over. I lie on my back and tell him to sit on my groin again, and then he starts. The sight of his Adonis-like body, his arm flexing with every stroke of his cock, and his facial expression, was a treat for me. I tell him to sit on my chest, so I can see his nice cock closer. He strokes some more. Finally he says he about to cum. I put his cock in my mouth. He bursts inside, thrusting it deeper while he does it. I feel the hot cum fill my mouth. I take it all. It was great. While he was still in my mouth I chuck wow myself till I came. Intense. He gets off me and asks, for the last time “You OK?” I say YES, oh yes. I say he can shower. He says we can shower together. So we do. Not a sensual soap own. We just really needed the shower. And it was my last chance to see his magnificent body nakedone more time. It really was something else. And when wet was even better looking. We towel dry and put back on clothes. My ass was sore a bit, but it’s not the end of the world. While he puts on his shoes I count some money. I give his 2500 baht. He Wais in thanks. I ask him if he gets offed every day. He says not usually, but this high season was pretty good. I ask him what he was doing New Year’s Eve. He says nothing, probably still in the bar. I tell him the truth, that my boyfriend was coming to Bangkok on Dec. 31 to join me at the White Party. There was a chance he will be late or may not make it that night (BurBoy said he is not sure what time he gets in from his bus ride from Myanmar going to Bangkok. He says if he arrived too late in the night he will just stay with his parents and let me go to the party). MuscleBoy asks me what the White Party was. So I show him photos. He says he can be available for it if he needed me. I tell him all the boys will be jealous if I had him with me. He was the perfect ideal of a boy who would go to the White Party. Young, muscular, handsome, and milky white skin. We exchange Line so that I can let him know if I needed him. Before he puts away his phone he remembers something. He gets back on his Line and scrolls for a contact. He finds what he was looking for and shows it to me. It was in Thai, but it was obvious that it was a list of dates from Dec 24 to Jan 1, with prices next to the dates. I see 1000 next to Dec 24, 25, Dec 31 and Jan 1, and 500 on the other dates. He tells me these were the off fees for Jupiter for the holiday week. I tell him wow, 1000 baht to take you out on New Year’s Eve. He says sorry. I say it’s ok. I believe he was worth it. We hug it out. Small kiss in the lips too. And then it was time to go. I ask him for a quick photo, clothed, for my memory. He poses, I take the photo. Very handsome. We walk to the elevators. I bid goodbye at the lobby. That was fun. I go back on Line and message ShanBoy. Where are you, I ask. After 5 minutes he replies. He was still at the bar and will go back to the condo at 1 AM. It was 12:30 AM now. I ask why 1 AM? He says that the bar will charge him 700 baht if he leaves early. And he will get his nightly tip from the owner if he stays and cleans up. I say it was fine and tell him to Line me when he is leaving X-Size. I tidy up my sex den in the meantime. I still need to keep up appearances even if it was my room and my vacation. I eat some snacks because all that sex made me hungry. Pretty soon ShanBoy lines me that he is walking to the condo. 10 minutes later I get a Line call. He was at the lobby. I put on slippers and do another check on the room and myself to see if there were any traces of MuscleBoy anywhere. I meet him at the lobby and ask him if he wanted something to eat. He said there was some food in the bar and he ate some of that. When we get to the room, he puts his bag down and hugs me deeply. I hug him back. I was his again, for the meantime. The pros and cons of getting straight boys versus gay boys: sometimes you need the one, sometimes you need the other. I needed both tonight, it seems, and feel lucky that I can do this in this magical place called Thailand. He says he will shower now. I tell him I just did and to go ahead. After 5 minutes he was done, towel around his waist. Now what can I do with a gorgeous boy just wearing a towel? I have some ideas. Still fully clothed, I pick him up and carry him to the bed. I take off his towel and stroke his cock. I eat his delicious ass, and stroking his cock till it is hard. I tell him to chuck wow while I eat him out. He does his best. Pretty soon he is about to cum. I quickly put it in my mouth and swallow him whole. My second one tonight. I’m a greedy pig. I wash my mouth and brush my teeth and gargle with mouthwash. I set the alarm for 7AM. I take off my clothes and turn off the lights. I cuddle with the boy. I get to be big spoon. I was little spoon earlier. I dream about butterflies.

Good point . We forget sometimes the corruption that happens in the background when we are in other countries (at least I do, I am so oblivious to a lot of things). Like I said, it is part of the cost of doing business, and since prostitution is illegal in Thailand, I feel that it is part of the cost of the enterprise. If and when they do crack down on these brothels, I hope that don't come for the escorts online next, like rentboy.com here in the US. And its everywhere. Whenever I leave Manila I have to pay that $12.50 "terminal fee" that I know does not go to their shitty airport, and probably goes to their very deadly "war on drugs". Whenever I fly to Mexico the $20 "tourist card fee" is baked into every ticket, and Mexico has the most corrupt government in the developed world (how else would El Chapo have been successful evading capture all that time?). And not to mention 16% of the federal tax dollars that I pay every paycheck here in the US funds our giant military industrial complex (guns, missiles, instruments of destruction). I pay for all sorts of things that I do not agree with. The paltry portion of my 400 baht going to a corrupt policeman, or greedy landlord in Bangkok seems peanuts in comparison to those other things. Then again I don't think about those things, unless I want myself to go insane.

Great report so far ggobkk . Looks like you had more fun than I did in the bars. Waiting for more!

Day 4.5: Jupiter Ascending Much has been said about Jupiter 2002, the bar that boasts fair-skinned guys with matinee idol looks, famous for being aloof and, from popular opinion on this website, notorious non-performers in bed. Its reputation is almost as mythical as that other specialty bar – Tawan, with its muscular big men. The two bars seem to have as many strong supporters as there are detractors, which means that what both are doing is working. There won’t be any bar on earth that will garner universal praise from everyone, so it’s better for a bar to have its loyal and obsessed customer base, than for a bar to just exist and be a second or third option for anyone. Because of their notoreity it’s almost impossible to live up to this mythical reputation that these two bars have garnered throughout the years. I’ve received a lot of private messages about Tawan and Jupiter, and most I get either are asking for advice on how to tackle these two bars, or its stories about how successful they have been in these bars, having fun with the boys. The notoriety of these two bars is still alive and well. I know my way around Tawan, but not Jupiter. I am eager to solve this bar once and for all. I feel that Jupiter, as its most base, is the perfect bar for the first timer or once-in-a-while visitor of the Bangkok boy scene. The seating is plentiful, both at ground level and the balcony level up above. The lighting and acoustics are great. The boy numbers are professional and sexy. And the lady boy numbers are more than an after-thought or filler, as they are more polished and practiced than the other bars. But of course for the seasoned sex tourist or expat, Jupiter’s boys are a huge disappointment. And the disappointment starts at the very beginning of the experience. If the general Rule #1 of Offing Boys is too only off the boy that shows interest and smiles at you, this rule falls apart in Jupiter. By decree from the owners this bar forbids the boys to even acknowledge the presence of the audience, let alone to smile at anyone. They are just supposed to stand there, to be admired. This in itself is a huge turn-off to most punters. Then there is the reputation of non-performing boys: boys who just lay there, boys who don’t kiss, boys who don’t smile etc. Of course the boys aren’t slaves, they are not sex robots that just exist as a “wet mouth or a warm hole,” paraphrasing vinapu. But as a paying customer, it is not out of the question to want a basic level of service. Maybe this bar is not for most of the punters out there, and those customers are better served by the more outwardly charming and beguiling twinks in Xboys and Fresh Boys. It is a great thing to be spoiled with such choices in Bangkok. Somehow though, this bar has survived all this time. It has found a formula that works for it and makes most business sense for it to thrive. There is a market out there for boys who only exist to be admired. This is counter to what I look for, of course. I like a boy who is not only gorgeous and sexy, but who can make me feel things other than to be horny, and would be willing to open up a little bit about their lives. Jupiter may not be the bar to look for this. But tonight, I already have my boy who can deliver all of this with ShanBoy. So I am willing to throw away my 3000 baht or so to find a boy in the bar who might not necessarily check all the boxes in my list of things I require of a companion for short time, but may have me intrigued enough to at least give him a spin. I am willing to waste my hard-earned corporate-derived money to do this little experiment. So lets get the most aloof boy I can find and see how much he will disappoint me tonight. So amongst the boys onstage, I see him immediately. I’ve seen him here before, young, handsome, muscular, with milky white skin. His body was to die for. Everything I would want on the surface seemed to be there. He was not smiling or frowning, just has a neutral face. He stood there, a cut above the rest, at least for me. He was at the end of the boy rotation so I only had a few seconds to inspect him before he disappeared into the curtain. I call on a captain to ask about him. I didn’t quite get what boy number he was so I described the guy to the captain. He wasn’t sure who the guy was from my description (or didn’t understand me), so he said to wait for the guy again to appear. Soon after that the show starts, so no chance to see my guy again till the boy show numbers onstage. I have seen him in the boy show numbers last September, the first time I’ve seen him. I was drawn to him then. I am still now. I have described the numbers in Jupiter before, so no need to write about them again, so I am just quoting my previous reports descriptions. I was given a short video clip through private message by a forum member, so I am showing some screenshots here. I do not condone recording video at the gogo bars for many reasons, of course, not the least of which that you might incur the wrath of the staff. So the first number “Boys Boys Boys”: Lady boy number: Hotel California number: Other boy numbers: At the middle of the show, the boys had a chance to go back onstage to advertise their wares. I see my guy right away, so I quickly tell the captain to have him sit with me. The captain says sure, but there are no empty stools next to me. He suggests I go up to the balcony where it was almost empty so I had a chance to sit with my boy. I go up the stairs, taking my drink with me, and I sit on one of the couches that was at the front row. I can still see the stage below, but obviously these were not prime seating. After 5 minutes I see my pick come up at the stairs looking for me. Lets call him MuscleBoy. He was shirtless, and very very sexy. Just from the visuals alone I felt that I made the right choice. He sits down, with some distance between us, and shakes my hand. He introduces himself, and I tell him my name. He asks me where I am from. I tell him and I expect the usual shocked “You are American?” response. Right on queue, he had that response, but it was followed by the biggest smile you would ever see. His smile was adorable. I am a big sucker for smiles. There was a captain nearby so I asked him to give MuscleBoy a drink. He gets his drink right away and we talk for a while. Just small talk, basic stuff. He asks a lot of questions, keeping the conversation alive. He then says he has a number up next but he will be back to sit with me after it. I sip some of my drink as I watch his number. Of course it was the one about muscles (I Want Muscle!). His gyrations and motions have cemented the deal for me. I knew I have found my off for right now, but I still want to flirt more with him in the bar so that he can get comfortable with me. He comes back, this time in more modest, but still revealing, short shorts, a contrast from the briefs he wore in his number. I inspect his perfectly muscular body. I ask him his age. He said he was 22. He looks it too. He drinks his drink, we talk some more. I sits closer to me, inch by inch, as we talk some more. The show was still going on downstairs, but he can tune out the show as he has probably seen it hundreds of times. I was able to tune it out because of the focus I found just trying to get to know him more. His English was good enough for conversation. And he liked to talk, so this is great for me. And the smile I get from him whenever I try to attempt a lame joke about the numbers or the lady boys or the bar, was pretty awesome. I knew he was all top, but I wanted to ask just to make sure. He says yes. I didn’t ask about his tip, like ShanBoy. I told him finally that I would off him, and to get ready to leave the bar. He leaves and talks to the captain a bit to tell him about the off. I get a bill, and it was 350 baht for the boy drink and 500 baht for the off fee. Add the 350 baht for my cover and it was 1200 baht for an hour of entertainment and flirting with MuscleBoy. In terms of California drink prices, it is the price of 3 or 4 drinks, and I didn’t get to watch a sexy boy show and I probably did not flirt with a perfect boy wearing only revealing short shorts. Perspective. MuscleBoy comes back in a nice button down shirt with the front open, and he was wearing a skin-tight white shirt underneath. Very sexy and masculine. He puts a hand on my hip for balance as he sits down next to me, hips now touching, arm around my shoulder, sipping his drink. I tell him we will be leaving when he finishes his drink. He downs his drink in one motion and tells me that we can go. He really wanted to get out of there. He asks where my hotel was. I tell him it was a condo in Soi 3. We talk while we walk to the condo. I ask him if he wanted to eat but he said he was fine. He asks some questions about me, about America, my job, why I go to Thailand. This fills up the time till we get to the condo. We get to the elevator and then to the unit. He tells me that the unit looks nice. He asked if it was mine. I tell him it wasn’t and wished it were. We sit on the couch. He sits with a little bit of distance between us again. It was my turn to ask questions. I ask him how long he has been in Jupiter (less than a year), if he was gay or straight (straight as an arrow), if he goes to school (stopped but want to continue), and few more things about him that are personal and interesting. It doesn’t take much for me to make him smile. I love seeing that smile. For someone instructed not to smile onstage, he sure likes doing it off the stage. I hold his hand. He sits up close to me and we talk some more. He lifts his right leg and drapes it on my lap. I could start preparing for sex with him, but this, admittedly, was nicer. What happens next?

Day 4.25: No rest for the wicked, if the wicked are on the prowl So, having given up on getting a massage today, in favor of getting a new boy in the evening, before wrapping up the night with ShanBoy, I do chores instead. This was a rare few hour stretch where I am truly by myself this trip, so I use it wisely. I fold the rest of my laundry, and ready my luggage for my flight back to Myanmar tomorrow. I tidy up the apartment a bit. I don’t have to shop for anything because I will be back here in Bangkok in a few days anyway. I check out the facilities of the condo, like the gym and pool, but did not use either. Because of that amazing gift card deal I got from AirBNB, I won’t stay in hotels in Bangkok this trip. I needed two nights for this Gentleman's Intermission, and then after Myanmar, I need two nights somewhere that was close to the White Party venue, and then 6 nights back at Silom that is walkable to the bars. Before, I would stay exclusively at the Crowne Plaza, usually with points. Now that I am using my points on other trips (yes I go to places other than Thailand), I will be needing to either pay for the Crowne Plaza, or go somewhere cheaper. Right now the AirBNB choices are hard to pass up. I’ve been pretty open with my AirBNB choices in my previous trips. My criteria for this trip: it has to be $50 or cheaper a night, the units have to have washer/dryer units because I was not bringing a lot of clothes with me, have internet, queen-size bed or bigger, and has to be walkable to the bars or to the White Party. Other amenities, like a pool, gym etc are optional. All my AirBNB stays have been great these past few trips, so I am eager to discover more properties. I fall down on the planning this trip though. Because of a busy September and October, I was not able to concentrate on planning till late November. This meant that the AirBNB choices were fewer for me this time. It is of course high season, so that contributed to the popularity of the units with great reviews. At around December some of the units that were unavailable before became available again, probably due to cancellations, so I snapped those up right away. So after checking out the facilities of my condo building, I decide to take a disco nap. It was 4 PM and that will allow me to take a nap for a couple of hours. I was about to lay down when I get a Line from ShanBoy. He was just saying hi and he said he just finished doing laundry. He sent me this photo, showing his achievement: I tell him that I will take a nap for a little bit and I will see him at 7PM. I set my alarm at 6PM and doze off. I wake up to the alarm. I check my messages and see some Line messages from BurBoy, just saying hi, and also some photos from his walking around in Mandalay. He said he has arranged a taxi to take him to Mandalay airport tomorrow to pick me up, and then it will take us on the 3.5 hour drive to Bagan. I reply and tell him I just woke up from a nap. He gives me a “5555” but does not ask much as to what I was doing. Maybe he suspects I was up to no good. I message ShanBoy telling him I am up and about. He tells me he is taking a shower and will make his way to the condo. I take a shower and then heat up some water to make myself coffee using one of those 3-in-1 packets that are all the rage in Asia. You never really see these instant mixes in America. I know I am in Asia when I enjoy instant coffee. Its something I hate when I am back home. Pretty soon it was 7 PM and surprisingly ShanBoy is on time and Lines me that he was at the lobby waiting for me. I see him sitting on one of the lobby couches. He stands up as soon as he sees me. He looks nice tonight in a grey button-down and super slim jeans. We go back to the unit and sit down. I immediately partake of the boy by kissing him deeply. After a few minutes of this I open the buttons of his shirt. The sight of his bare torso inspired me to take this photo: You can’t see the face, but his expression was very seductive and inviting. This kid photographs very well. I take some more before continuing my ShanBoy appreciation. Time flies when you are having fun. Pretty soon it was 8:30 PM and we weren’t even having sex, just kissing, touching, cuddling with clothes on, and talking in google translate (which gets kind of frustrating after a while). There were other boys to get tonight, so I had to pull away from ShanBoy and continue on with my night. I could just spend the whole night with ShanBoy, and guaranteed it will be a great night, but I did not want to get into another “boyfriend” situation, as I am wont to do. Butterfly needs to flap its wings tonight. I suggested we go get something to eat. I ask him where he wanted to go to eat but of course I get an “Up to you.” I figured a Silom Complex basement dinner would be good right now. We head over onto Silom and the streets were very busy with tourists and locals enjoying the slightly cool night. This is the Silom I have known and come to expect. Lots of street vendors selling yummy things, but right I am thinking that a sit-down dinner would be a good thing. We get to the mall and it was busy on this Tuesday night. Lots of gay Asians in the premises, possibly in town early for the White Party, or at least in town to have a good time. I suspect that pretty soon the hotel gyms and salons will be packed with the boys trying to prepare themselves for the intense three nights that the parties at the White Party offers. I am skipping the first night of the party so that I can stay in Myanmar longer. One has to prioritize at least between partying and seeing temples. We go to the basement level and see that most of the restaurants are full. High season is in full gear. I see that the Ros Niyom Restaurant had a few vacant tables so we duck into the restaurant and got sat down immediately. We look at the menu, and settle on some pork cutlets, spicy noodles and a chicken rice plate. I didn’t remember to take a photo of the food till we were done, but here it is: We did enjoy the food, though we were not able to talk much due to the language barrier and the awkwardness of using google translate in a crowded restaurant. It was almost 10 PM when we headed back to the condo. Because of the time I ask ShanBoy if he could just wait for me at his bar. I told him that I expected to be done by 12:30 AM but to wait for my message. He hugs me and then I escort him to the lobby. I could have just followed him as he walked to his bar but I did not want him to follow me once I broke away to go check out the other gogo bars to get my short-time boy. Because of BurBoy being my companion after Myanmar, I thought tonight was going to be the last chance I will be able to off a new boy at a gogo bar this trip (it really wasn’t my last chance thank goodness, see future posts). So I had to make this count. I consider my options. I already have my guaranteed great sex with ShanBoy tucking me in later tonight, so my choice should be more to satisfy my curiosity than to find the perfect off. And Jupiter was at the top of my list in terms of curiosity. I’ve had some success in Tawan. Been there, done that in Dream Boy. I can’t go back to X-Size, obviously. Fresh Boy, Hot Male and Xboys seem to be possibilities, but those bars really don’t top the curiosity charts like Jupiter does, to me. There is a lot of teeth gnashing here in the boards about Jupiter. Tales of non-performing boys, with an aloof attitude, and outrageous prices have discouraged me from adding to the 1 other off I had at Jupiter. This was what I said last trip report: So I brush my teeth and freshen up myself and the couch for the new boy. I head over Silom, cut through Soi Thaniya (Soi Patpong was teeming with tourists), and then head over to Surawong and making a left, and then ducking into Thaniya Soi 2 where Jupiter is. I got to Jupiter at 10:20 PM and there were staff at the entrance collecting the entrance fees and distributing the limited 5 drinks they had on offer. I chose a Heineken and they give it to me right there before entering. I take my drink and enter the bar. At this hour it looks like all the good seats were taken. One of the captains guides me to a stool in the far left close to the bathrooms, but I wanted a good view of the boys so I overruled him and looked for a vacant stool closer to the front. I find an unclaimed one beside this gorgeous Chinese guy who looked like he belonged on the stage instead of just being an audience member. I gladly claim the stool for myself and the captain leaves me alone. The show has not started yet, and the boys were onstage, advertising their wares. I take one look at the boys and immediately knew whom I wanted tonight. Who is it? Next post…

Well I did say when I can spend time with the boy, so I meant the price of his own drink, which would be in the 200-400 baht range. I did not take into account the cost of my own drink, which yes would be the same, or at least 350 baht. Of course you have to pay for your own drink when you enter a gogo bar, which is really a cover charge. You can't really compare staying in your hotel online shopping for boys, and heading to bars and seeing boys in the flesh, and seeing a show that lasts 30 minutes to an hour. That is why I don't have a problem paying that 400 baht cover charge, because I am not only paying for the drink, but also the chance to see boys in the flesh, and a show. Yes the cost adds up, and yes its probably not a value proposition for some to pay 400 for cover charge, 400 for the boy's drink, 400 for off fee, and then 2000 for the boy, for a total of 3200 baht, at least. But for some who crave the whole social experience: going to a bar, seeing boys in the flesh, interacting with boys and the mamasan, making decisions between beers, and walking home with butterflies in your tummy hoping that everything works out, there really nothing else like Thailand. Hiring prostitutes isn't really an economic thing to do to begin with. I am reminded that some punters out there do bristle at the thought of 400 baht drinks. I hear them saying But at 7-11 a beer is only 60 baht! Well last time I checked there are no boys prancing in their underwear in 7-11's, at least not the ones I know of. Yes sometimes I think it is expensive as well, especially if there is no show, or the show is no good, but it is the cost of doing business. I have no idea how some struggling bars stay afloat. Yes, I am only a 7-14 day visitor. If I lived there, my mode would probably be towards getting free boys. Then again I would probably just have a BF. Maybe something I will do when I am retired. But like everything else in the world, going to bars is only best when done in moderation, because for me at least, going everyday to bars for 2-3 months is not only prohibitively expensive, but probably will get super boring fast, watching the same show over and over again. What's true in investing is true with choosing boys: diversify your portfolio. And just an aside, whenever I pay a $10-$20 cover to get into a West Hollywood or SF Castro gay club during Friday or Saturday nights, I remember the 400 baht I pay to get into Screwboys. I get a drink, a fuck show and get to perv on boys in tiny underwear. My cover in California won't even get me a drink, and there is no sexy boy show.

Me too sometimes, especially when back home. But ever since I have been writing trip reports I have been taking notes to remember, so its hard for me to forget, at least the ones in SE Asia. More power to ChristianPFC for maintaining his blog. If I had a blog like that, it would consume my life. Trip reports are one thing. This was easy. He is one sexy motherfucker. I would just remember my time with him and the words just flow out. I use the Notes app on my iPhone to take notes. This trip, my notes are the longest I've ever taken for a trip. Without it I would be lost while writing these reports. Some notes are gibberish though: like I wrote "Typhoid Mary Taxi" as my only note for my Yangon airport taxi. I couldn't remember what it was at first and had to rack my brain trying to make sense of it. "Morning" in Thailand is a weird concept for most tourists who like nightlife. Saying having "afternoon sex" though has a different connotation (think afternoon delight). Morning sex is sex right after you wake up. Its all semantics of course. Good sex is good sex, no matter the time of day. I'm glad at least one of you got the reference. I understand pop culture references on here won't be understood universally, due to members coming from different countries and cultures. Thanks for staying tuned, and having a supporting role in the reports . Hopefully we can hang out again in April.

Yes there is no right answer, and I feel apps and bars, while solving the same problem, which is getting a hot boy to sleep with you, solves them in different ways. I use the apps everywhere, here at home to find free sex, on work travel where I don't know anyone, or to meet locals in Bangkok for (mostly) free sex. I go to bars because it is fun, I see other boys in the flesh as well as getting to choose one for my own that night, and there may be alcohol involved. With apps, the results are more mixed for me, as with everyone probably. I like the "instant shopping" aspect of it. There are problems like sent photos not matching what comes to your door, the sexual chemistry and compatibility being fairly hard to gauge in lines of text, and the element of being flaked on (or having to wait 2+ hours for your trick to come) when committing with a tryst without looking someone in the eye. But it is my main way of meeting horny locals who want to have sex, wherever I go, for better or for worse. With the bars, I know I have to pay for the boy. I see the boy before making my pick. I can inspect the boy for compatibility, and for the princely sum of 200-400 baht, I can spend time with the boy before committing to more. You can probably gauge right there at the bar if the shoe fits, if you do your due diligence, and you will not be flaked on because you are physically bringing the boy to your room. This also applies to a free bar or club pick up here at home. I like the social aspect of it, and the whole experience, to me, is more satisfying. It is very much like going on Amazon.com to make a purchase versus going to a mall to make the same purchase. I have bought $20 oxford shoes on amazon many times, which is cheap, and with Amazon Prime I could get it in 2 days or less. But without seeing it "in the flesh" I may not like it as much as I did when I looked at it my computer monitor when I ordered it, and the fit is not as comfortable when putting it on or using it, and it takes an effort to repack it and return it to UPS if I don't like it. Contrast that with getting shoes at a mall. It is more expensive (usually $50 or more), but you see it for yourself, get to try it on with someone (mamasan) helping you make a choice, and you can take it home right there if it suits your needs. Yes, it is more expensive, and maybe you also get a bite to eat at the $20 a plate restaurant that happens to be next to the store. Is one method better than the other? It depends on what you want. I find that mixing the two methods doubles my chances to get what I want at the moment. One may work better than the other, depending on my circumstances that moment. Cold winter night? I don't want to walk all the way to the bar to get what I want. I whip out Grindr and get him to come to me. Out drinking with fellas? I'm not going to look at my phone constantly to get a hookup. I'll put the phone in my pocket and chat up the guys in the bar. Aching to see a fuck show? I'll drop by Screwboys and maybe I can get a boy while watching the show. Is it 2 PM and I am lonely in Crowne Plaza Silom? I inspect the cute Thais on the apps and pick one that was willing to fill my afternoon. Its an embarrassment of riches out there guys. Go get it any way you can.

Day 4.0: Waking up to BurBoy 2 It was one of those rare three-boy, three sexual encounters kind of day yesterday. Not to mention having to hop on a plane to change countries. No wonder I faded there towards the end. But a third night of undisturbed, deep sleep was the antidote I needed for jet lag. Checking the time and seeing it was 12:30 PM, I’d say yesterday was an unqualified success as a first day of my Gentleman’s Intermission. I have planned at least a massage a day during this stay, so I’ll be looking to that today if there was time. But of course there was still ShanBoy, my Burmese boy pick up at X-Size, to contend with. It was not my intention to get a Burmese boy last night, especially because my current trip boyfriend is Burmese, but I guess these things work out a certain way. Maybe it was unconscious on my part. Maybe I really had a thing for Burmese boys. And waking up to the Burmese twink beside me, I could hardly argue with this theory. It is unfair to keep comparing ShanBoy to BurBoy though. ShanBoy definitely has his own set of charms unique to just him, and I am eager to find out more. One advantage with ShanBoy: his physical size. He was shorter, more slight, and I can envelope him with my own heft without difficulty. I turn around to spoon him, and cuddle for a while. He stirs, and then says a quiet “Good morning” to me. I say hi back, and then I run my hands all over this chest. I make my way to his crotch and slowly stroke his cock to life. It doesn’t take much for young guys to show interest of course. Pretty soon I had my own raging hard on and we were off to the races. He responds with energy and interest. He kisses me deeply, not concerned about morning breathe or other cobwebs. Point number 2 for him. I could spend all day kissing this guy. His kisses are compatible to mine. His breathes, angles, and pressure in his kisses are just the right complement to my own. Lots to explore with my hands on his body as we do this. He responds with his own exploration. He is very sensual, and very into it. For someone who provides sex for a living, it sure seems that he enjoys himself as well. Or maybe he is just that good. He gives me oral to prime me for what will happen next. After he is satisfied, he finds his bag in the living room and takes out a condom and lube packet. He sucks me some more before wrapping me up. He applies lube on me and himself, and then lays back down, his back turned to me, and then I enter him, with me still laying down. I fuck him on my side for a while, before I turn him on his front so I can get on top of him. After about 5 minutes of thrusting I cum in the condom. I pull out and have him lay on his back. He chuck wows, with his kissing me the whole time. He cums all over his tummy, chest, pillows, room. Morning sex is always great sex. And ShanBoy seems uniquely equipped for it. We both get up and go to the bathroom. We pee together, and then get in the shower together, to clean up the mess we made. It was hard to talk to him without google translate, so we just smile at each other while we soap up and rinse. After towel drying, I ask ShanBoy if I could take some photos. He gladly obliges and I take some for my precious memories. He still had his X-Size briefs with him so he wears and does some poses for me. He is amazingly game for all my requests. We put on clothes (boo) and I asked him if he wanted to have breakfast with me, doing an eating motion with my hand and mouth. He says yes, and I ask where he wanted to go. “Up to you” was there answer of course. I was craving for some iced coffee, and I knew the one place in Silom that had it just the way I liked it. So we head out to Silom Complex to go to Vanilla Homecafe. My last trip description: So this restaurant is really turning it to be one of my must-gos when visiting Bangkok, adding to Telephone Bar in Soi 4, Dream Boy and Tawan gogo bars, Cutey and Beauty, and Siam Paragon as the few establishments I always go to when an here. Of course there are others (McDonalds near Soi 3 comes to mind, that 7-11 on Soi 3 to get Thai chocolate), but I am not as proud of those visits. We order and I get my iced coffee and the usual rice with egg and sausage, spicy just the way I like it. ShanBoy, almost predictably, gets a pasta dish. Déjà vu again thinking back on what BurBoy usually gets, which is the same pasta dish. We also got a calamari appetizer: Conversation is still difficult, so that is one thing ShanBoy can improve upon. Maybe if I off him 6 months from now his English will have improve. I know BurBoy’s English improved leaps and bounds from the first time I met him last October 2015. It was a combination of him wanting to improve and being around me and able to practice. Maybe with ShanBoy getting offed by farang down the road will force him to improve as well, that is if he wants to. We manage to have some conversation with Google translate. I show him more photos of the Yangon trip and then I tell him about Bagan and Mandalay coming up next. He spells out his hometown in Myanmar and I manage to find it on Google maps and understand more about him and where he comes from. And I continue to like what I see and hear, and the more I know, the more I like. If this was just one of those run-of-the-mill sex tourist holidays, he would be one of the multiple night long-time candidates for sure. I think about it for a moment while eating. I wanted to get as many new cocks as I can today, but I still wanted to spend more time with ShanBoy. My original plan today was to have a massage and then a new boy tonight. I have to split the baby. I think I will still want to find a new boy, so the massage trip has to be postponed till next time. The new boy can be a short time hookup, and then maybe I will long time ShanBoy to finish the night, after the new boy. We finish brunch and then I pay the 1100 baht using my credit card. We walk back on Silom to get back to the condo. It was early afternoon on a Tuesday, and there were a lot of locals walking on the sidewalks on the less racy side of Silom. A good mix of office workers, street vendors, and just looky-loos just going about their day. It was a pleasant temperature and not too hot this holiday week. We get back to the condo and I don’t even turn the aircon back on. I let him know about my plans. I told him to go back to his “room” and rest for a little bit and do whatever. I said I wanted him to come back at 7 PM today so we can have dinner and get to one another a little bit more. I tell him I am “meeting with some friends” from 9:30 PM to 12 midnight, so I told him if he could go back to his bar at those times while I do that, and then I will Line him so he can come back to the condo and stay the night again. I informed him of my flight to Mandalay tomorrow, so it was going to be a short morning tomorrow. I have successfully further “Inceptioned” my Gentleman’s Intermission. I am now taking a break from ShanBoy to get new cock for a few hours, while taking a break from BurBoy for a few days, while taking a break from my American BF for a few weeks. This is a new low for me LOL. Pretty soon I’ll have another new boy for a few minutes while with new cock. I have successfully figured out how to be a butterfly within my boyfriends. Maybe this is the new butterfly. I am butterfly, but instead of different boys for a few hours, its boyfriends and the time span is days. A butterfly by any other name would smell as slutty. It was almost 2 PM, so I fish out some baht from my pocket to give to ShanBoy. I realized then that I did not use the in-room safe to hide my passport and money. I count the money and decide to give ShanBoy 2700 baht for the long time. He takes the money without counting and wais and then hugs and kisses me. We walk out to the elevators where I escort him to the lobby to send him off for a few hours. “See you soon,” he says as he leaves the lobby. I wave goodbye and after he was gone I go back to the unit. I check my passport and things and see that everything was intact. I count my wallet and all the money I needed is accounted for. It always pays to be careful, no matter how trustworthy your companion seems to be. But I lucked out anyway. I rarely do long time with a first time off. Not because I didn’t trust them, but because it was usually harder for me, and/or the boy, to be comfortable with me on the first meeting to make the Long Time as good as it can be. ShanBoy was the exception. It was comfortable right away. So let’s see what the next few hours bring for me. Butterfly mode is back on.

Day 3.75: That One Night I Thought I was in Myanmar Again So anddy, GT forum member extraordinaire, ShanBoy, Myanmar super twink, and I, Bangkok butterfly, were sitting in X-Size, after a fairly disappointing gogo boy show. ShanBoy, my off for the night, comes back in a long-sleeved shirt and pants, and ready for me to take him back to my condo. He sits back down in the middle between me and anddy. Upon closer inspection, his long-sleeved shirt complimented his lean frame and abs. The cut of the shirt was very flattering. anddy mentioned that he looked as sexy in briefs as he did in full clothing. He tells ShanBoy this, in Thai, and he giggles in response. I check my Line and see that gtnewb, the other forum member who we were waiting on to come, has said that he was about 10 minutes away. As we wait for him, ShanBoy notices that I was a little bit of sweat on my brow, so he instructs the mamasan to aim one of the fans in the bar towards me. I tell him to not worry about it, but I appreciate his considerateness. He is more and more turning out to be like BurBoy every minute I spend with him. I signal to the mamasan that we need to settle the bill. We weren’t staying in the bar and will leave as soon as gtnewb gets here. I pay for 2 drinks (mine and the boy’s) and the off fee, totaling 1300 baht. anddy pays for his drink. I ask one last time if he was offing a boy. He said he was good for the night. After a few more Line messages, gtnewb emerges from the stairs the lead up to the bar. I stand up to greet him and tell him we were leaving so we should all head out. We all go down the stairs and back on Soi Twilight. As all four of us make our way down on the Soi and we talk for a bit. We pass by Fresh Boys and anddy happens upon one of the boy hosts from that bar and gets greeted. “Old friend?” I ask smiling. Indeed, they knew each other. We all got to talking about the White Party. The boy host, a Cambodian, said that he got tickets to one of the nights at the White Party. I told him about my plans and said that we would probably see him there. Once we leave the Soi and get to Surawong, we all bid farewell to anddy. I was a little bit tired and anddy had plans next day, so there was no DJ Station of G.O.D. for any of us tonight. As anddy headed back to Soi Convent to rescue his motorbike, gtnewb decides to walk with ShanBoy and I back to the condo. We decide to cross the street, with ShanBoy carefully guiding me with a supportive arm on my back (just like BurBoy!). We make our way west on Surawong and cut through Patpong to get back on Silom. While we walk gtnewb and I talk and make introductions. It is always nice to meet forum members, and gtnewb was a real newbie in the Bangkok boy world. As with most others I have met through the board, he has liked my trip reports, so he said it was a treat for him to see in person one of my offs as I took him back to my place. He apologized that he was late and couldn’t make the show. I told him he didn’t miss much. Before we decided to meet, I made him promise to buy me a drink over sharing some stories, but right now I was also eager to get intimate with ShanBoy, and being a little bit tired meant just going home. In hindsight I probably could have shared one drink with him before retiring. Oh well. We get to Silom and we bid goobye to gtnewb. He was leaving tomorrow so this was it for him for now. I then turn my attention to ShanBoy. It was just him and me now. I’ve offed a boy a fair number of times now, but it never gets old. Catching him looking at me, still studying me and probably trying to figure me out, as we try to make small talk, is always filled with nervousness and excitement. As we continue west on Silom to get back to Soi 3, he puts an arm around my waist. He likes to get close, even in public. This bodes well for the night ahead. I ask him if he wanted to eat. He looks at me for a minute, not understanding. I motion my hand, as if feeding myself. He smiles and says no, “I OK.” rubbing his well-abbed tummy. We duck into the 7-11 by the condo anyway. I get some waters and some snacks. I point around the aisles, and ask “You want?” He takes a frozen meal and have it heated up by the cashier. I pay up and we head back to the unit. He carries the groceries, just like BurBoy. We get to the room and I take the groceries to the fridge as I instruct ShanBoy to eat. He sits on the couch and sets his meal on the table. I take him a water bottle and he proceeds to eat. I check on the bed sheets in the washer/dryer and see that there were still damp. I curse the dryer for a little bit before I restart the dry cycle. I guess we have to wait a little longer to get to know one another in bed. I take some snacks with me and join the already eating ShanBoy. I try to make conversation with him, but his English was almost non-existent. What I could coax out of him, with the help of Google translate, motion talking, and some patience, was good. He said has only been doing this for a few weeks, so he was still brand new to the job. He said the job was “so-so” but has been overall good to him. His parents were still back home in Myanmar, but he was looking forward to going back there in a few months. His mentioning Myanmar gave me an excellent idea. I whip out my phone and quickly transfer the wholesome photos of the Myanmar trip so far in a folder in my phone. Of course I had to take out the ones I had of BurBoy. The majority of his photos were wholesome and touristy, but some were of course more risqué and sexy. When I transferred all the photos I needed, I show it to ShanBoy, telling him that I was just in Myanmar today. He enjoyed looking at the photos, especially of Shwedagon and any photo with Burmese writing in it. I told him, as well as I could with the limited mutually intelligible vocabulary we had between us, that I very much enjoyed and admired his country, and find the people really charming and a joy to spend time with, present company included. This was of course coming from a place of truth. Having already witnessed BurBoy’s caring and hospitality, as well as thoroughly enjoyed exploring and experiencing Yangon, I felt that so far, ShanBoy was living up to Myanmar’s favorable reputation in my head. He was sweet, and charming, and not to mention very sexy. For someone I did not envision offing at the start of my visit to X-Size, this turned out to be a serendipitous turn of events. Checking the dryer timer, there was still 50 minutes to wait till the sheets were dry. I try to explain this to ShanBoy and he understood. He gets up to clean up the food wrappers and containers that were left of our little meal. He comes back and cozies up next to me on the couch. I put my hand under his shirt and caress his abs. It was truly a wonder to admire his hard work. I ask him if he goes to the gym. He says “little bit” but he says he does hundreds of sit-ups a day. I wish I had that kind of discipline. But then again my job performance does not depend on how I look (I think). He certainly takes care of himself. I tell him to sit on my lap while we wait. He stands up and slowly sits on my lap. He weighs almost nothing, and fits right at home sitting on me like this. I know its kind of awkward for him to sit like this, but he doesn’t show it. Instead, He kisses me, very very deeply. I put my hands on his back and under his shirt and explore. I can feel the smooth skin, his shoulder blades, his sinewy muscles. When he comes up for air I stare at his face. He sees me staring and winks. So cute. I caress his hair. I smell his neck. I savor the boy without taking off his clothes. We had time to kill. He asks me if I wanted him to shower. I told him not yet. But I would help him out of his clothes though. I first take off his shirt. I play with him for a while and then ask him to take off his pants. The sight was pretty nice: and it feels even better. The intimate time, without having sex, was pretty nice actually. ShanBoy was the perfect boy to play because he was very sweet about it. And it was all because the sheets weren’t dry enough to use yet. It all works out in the end. The washer/dryer buzzes telling us the sheets are dry. I point to the washer and ShanBoy gets off me and we both take the sheets out of the dryer. We both put the sheets on the bed and the pillows. Its nice to see ShanBoy put on the sheets in his underwear. Even doing household chores he looked sexy. There was only one thing to do before sexy time. I was waiting to see if he was going to invite me to shower with him. He takes my hand signaling that yes he wants to shower together. He doesn’t give me the soap down that I usually get with BurBoy, but I got to at least spend some quality time with him in there. We get to bed and I get sleepy fast. The past three days have finally caught up to me. I hold him close and say something along the lines of being too tired for sex. He may not have understood me, because he takes his hand and puts it on my cock, giving it a gentle tug. He kisses me, and I surrender to the sensation. With this boy in my bed it was not possible to say no. No fucking, just the other things. It was enough for tonight. It was more than enough for tonight. This is just what I needed. We clean up and sleep to end the day. I dream about Myanmar.

I agree with both of you. I quoted the entry where I did say he brought some lube. I guess with the literary flow I just mentioned that he put more oil on my condommed cock, but in fact he used lube. But there is still some oil on my cock before he put the condom on. Not a lot on it but there were some. Oil is not the best lube and incompatible with condoms I'm sure. The fucking was not intense and lengthy, and the pressure probably is not the same as 10 liters of water in balloon, but still its not 100% safe for sure. Am I worried? No. I just got tested two weeks ago when I got back, and will continue to get tested throughout the year as a a sexually active individual, and continue to take PrEP. It's not the first time I was a little bit reckless in Bangkok, and most likely won't be the last. We talked about you for a little bit. He actually asked me how I knew you. I just made something up. I can't say I know you from this forum of course. And it wasn't pillow talk, don't worry. He is a professional, as you know. And I trust you implicitly, especially your recommendations. I'll talk about this in a future post, but there was a trip to Oasis for their world famous Vinapu's Chicken and Cashew Nuts. Since my trips to Thailand are about every 3 or 4 months (sometimes even 2 months) I don't bother converting any leftover baht, how ever large the sum is. I only convert (or take out of the ATM) what I budgeted for the trip. If I have some leftover I keep it for next trip, and don't miss it because it was budgeted. There was a time last year between my July and September trips that I didn't even take out the baht out of my wallet. I don't usually have actual dollars with me when in America (plastic is used everywhere, even in bars), so the baht had room in my wallet. I believe that the barber I went to was called Never say Cuts: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Never-Say-Cutz-at-Thaniya-Plaza/829574720414222. It is on the first floor of Thaniya Plaza and close to the Silom entrance on the right side (from google maps): They were good, very reliable. They know how to cut asian hair obviously, so it was good for me. I'm sure they can take care of you.

Day 3.5: The Score is Boy: 1, Bar: 0 After escorting Tao to the lobby so he can leave the condo, I head back to my unit with a sense of glee. My muscles and joints were humming with the melody of renewed energy, having just had a great and relaxing massage. A mixture of hormones was coursing through my veins, a combination that can only be produced when you just had a deep and erotic tissue beatdown, satisfying and explosive sex, and the jitter hormones that can only be produced at the nervousness and excitement of meeting a cute boy for the first time. There was no other feeling like it in the world, and I was feeling that right now, all at the same time. I quickly get back down to earth when I get back to the unit and go into the bedroom and see the bed. The sheets and pillowcases where all smeared with massage oil! I quickly gather the sheets and lay it next to the washer/dryer. My clothes weren’t done drying yet so I had to wait. These sheets need to be cleaned before my next boy, whoever he may be. It was 6:30 PM and I had two hours to wait for laundry and relax before dinner time. I had plans with anddy, a forum member, to get dinner and then see a gogo boy show. He was going to pick me up at the condo because he wanted to see what the condo building looked like inside. Soon my clothes are done drying and I put in the bed sheets for a wash. I fold my laundry and tidy up a bit in the unit. Finally I take a shower and get ready for dinner. anddy Lines me to say that he is at the lobby. I pick him up downstairs and we shake hands. I have been messaging with anddy on Line months before, but this is the first time we are meeting. As a farang local who does not usually visit the gogo bars, he has a unique take on Bangkok and partying. We are going to hang out later this week at the White Party. But now some introductions and some dinner. We get up to the condo unit floor and he remarks how big the condo actually is from the inside, since it looked like just a narrow mid-rise building from the outside. My unit was one of the 1-bedroom units on the corner so it was larger than the other 1-bedroom units I’ve stayed at in this building. I give him a tour of the small unit. We finally head out to dinner. He brought his motorbike with him so I just hopped in the back to get to our dinner destination. anddy uses backroads away from Silom to get from Soi 3 to Soi Convent, where our restaurant was, the Hai Somtam Convent: It is ranked #336 out of 9433 Bangkok restaurants on TripAdvisor, so if the reviews are to be believed, it is a top 5% Bangkok spot, which is good. anddy thought I needed some authentic food, so from the looks of this place, that can be definitely be found here. I let him order. Since it was later in the night, certain items were not available anymore (including steamed rice). He chooses fish, a corn salad and a pork salad: We were brought some sticky rice in lieu of the regular kind. The fish was kind of boney, the rice tough, but the conversation was lively and interesting. I learn about his life here (which I told him I envy, to a point). He learns about a few things about me, mostly about work and the Myanmar trip. I was supposed to meet him last April, after my Phuket week with BurBoy, so it was funny that he was supposed to meet BurBoy even 8 months ago. But I told him he will have his chance in a few days at the White Party. We finish dinner and pay up. We consider our next steps. Since it was only 9:45 PM, we decided to go to Silom Soi 4 to get a pre-gogo bar drink. He parks his motorbike on the side of the road and we walk our way to Soi 4. I am partial to Telephone Bar (which is on the left side when walking in from Silom) for no apparent reason other than the name, so we get sat down by the numerous staff waiting for us there: I order my usual, the Espresso Martini, which is coffee mixed with your usual martini mix, with some coffee beans in the drink for garnish. anddy decides to try it as well. Like I’ve always said, the Espresso Martini is my pick-me-up before hitting the gogo bars and possibly having some romp in bed with the boy of the night. anddy seems to like the drink. We talk and people watch and wait till it was time to head over to Soi Twilight: There was really one bar in my mind tonight: X-Size. If you recall I was in this bar last September, unable to off this Viet boy: So I am heading back there, to see if he is still there. I already knew I was going to off him, so I hoped and prayed he was there. We head inside there were barely any customers. A mamasan leads us to our seats, right in the center of the non-smoking section. There were probably about 3 or 4 more customers there, so it was really dead. It was in the middle of high season, and even if it was Monday night, there should be more customers right? We get asked our drink orders, and I see that the stage was bare, so the show must be starting soon. I quickly scan the room and no sign of Viet Boy yet. Since anddy was the farang in our party, he got all the attention from the mamasan. He explains to the mamasan that I was American, so I get a handshake and a welcome as well. The boy show starts and it was sort of unremarkable. So unremarkable that I even forget what was in it. It probably had the usual things like dancing gogos, big cocks and a lady boy lip sync or two. But it was really lackluster, and due to the lack of audience, it was thankfully short. My long-time theory is that the performers get paid by the performance, so it meant if there was no audience, and no income from drinks (which is really a cover charge), that there was no money to pay the performers, and therefore fewer and shorter performances. With the show over, the boys get back onstage to advertise their wares. I waited till all the boys were onstage, and still no sign of Viet Boy. I was kind of disappointed. I had my heart (and cock) set on this boy that I could not think of any other boys to be interested in out of the ones onstage. anddy was busy admiring the boys. I asked him who were his top picks. He told me he could only think of two who were his type. He points to one, and then another boy, who I stared at for a few minutes. He looked very young, maybe 18-20. He had a very sweet face, and nice fresh haircut. He was very lean, but had some serious abs and chest definition that caught my attention. I looked at him, and he looked back and smiled, if ever briefly. I smile wider and he returns the favor. That was a cute smile. I look at anddy and tell him that his second pick was really adorable. I get a Line message from another forum member, gtnewb, who is from from a nearby Asian country and is visiting Bangkok as well. He tells me he is in the area and would like to meet up with us. I tell him where we were and to join us here. He said he would be coming in 20 minutes. I tell him we will wait for him. I turn my attention back at the boys. I hesitated a minute, kind of still disappointed that the Viet Boy was not there, but with some encouragement from anddy and the mamasan, I call on the young boy I was making googly eyes at. He heads over to our party and sits beside me. I instruct him to sit in between anddy and I, so we can “inspect” him together. He smiles at me, and smile back. He asks me for my name, and I give it to him. He tells us his name. I ask where was he from, and he said he was from Myanmar. Quelle coincidence! I guess Myanmar has followed me here as well. Maybe all the Burmese boys I have been admiring in Yangon has seeped into my subconscious, and I pick the first Burmese boy that looks my way, now I am without BurBoy for the moment. So lets call this boy… BurBoy2. Too confusing? OK, lets call this one ShanBoy. ShanBoy was a total sweetheart. He quickly takes my left hand and cradles it. He squeezes it once in a while. After a few minutes he gets comfortable with me, and he hugs me, rests his head on my shoulder sometimes, and winks at me whenever he catches me staring at him. He must be taking tips from BurBoy. And his torso is out of this world, very ripped and abs aplenty. And of course the face, which is what really sells it for me, is super cute and super sweet. When ShanBoy put his arms around me to cuddle with me, I point this demonstration of affection to anddy. I ask him “Are all Burmese boys like this?” Very affectionate and attentive. Maybe I unconsciously off the same boy, or at least the boy that has taken residence in my head for the moment. I ask ShanBoy what he does in bed, and of course he says the magic words: “Everything!” anddy approves of this boy 100% as well. Looks like the stars are pointing to me offing this boy. I ask ShanBoy to put on clothes so that he can go home with me tonight. I didn’t even ask him if he could do Long Time tonight. His actions were enough for me to know that he would stay with me as long I wanted him to. So let's find out if he does, next post...

I get this with BurBoy all the time. I wanted him to get a taxi for us to get from Mandalay to Bagan and he wondered why I wanted to waste money on a taxi when a bus would take us there. Also he told me he wanted to visit Hua Him because he has never been. I was about to book a taxi from Bangkok to Hua Hin but stopped when he said we can take a bus for 5% the cost. We never made it to Hua Hin. I told him that sometimes the extra time we spend on public transport is something I do not have when on vacation. I don't mind spending money to capture the time I would rather use for fun. I can understand economizing on hotels though. We could have probably stayed in a $30 a night Yangon hotel and it would be the same, since we were out touring most of the time anyway and did not spend too much time in the hotel. But really, its a vacation. Life is too short. The Starbucks coffee I get everyday probably adds up to way more per week than what I could save with not getting taxis or nice hotels. I would probably save money if I shopped around the Yangon tour companies. But a) the tour was great, b) we were not sure if there will be tours available and c) I did not know then what the taxi hire/guide situation was in Yangon. When I was younger I would just trust tour books and explore a place by myself. It probably will take more time to discover the must-sees, and I would probably miss out on places that local tour guides only know. If I find myself in Yangon again I will tour by myself without a guide for sure. Thanks ChristianFPC, vinapu and z909. This was December 2016, just a month ago. I was born in Farang Land™ but yes I am not white, so I am not farang per se. I am still looking for the correct Thai term for Asian-Americans. I do wonder why they constructed the new international terminal in Yangon and still planned on building the one in distant Bago. This is almost like Mandalay Airport being as far as it is from Mandalay. I guess from this article (http://www.globalnewlightofmyanmar.com/steps-taken-for-construction-of-hanthawaddy-international-airport-project-in-bago/), I see that as Myanmar grows in popularity, that the current airport will have difficulty containing the demand. I read that the airport will be 77 km away, which is still far away. I hope they figure out the transportation situation. Thanks! More to come! Its only Day 3!

Day 3.25: Gentleman’s Intermission Gentleman's Intermission - When a middle-aged man or older takes a break from his marital duties and spouse and acts like he is single without any responsibilities or obligation to his family or spouse. That’s the definition in Urban Dictionary. Thailand has always served as my Gentleman’s Intermission. Though not yet middle-aged (unless I die at 70), I do use Thailand as a break from my duties as a loving BF of 8 years. I do not hide anything from him, and he knows why I go here. No shame. Just fun. It has worked for 2+ years now. Now that I find myself in a relationship with BurBoy, the angelic, innocent, 23-year-old Burmese boy, I yearn for another Gentleman’s Intermission (G.I.). I have successfully "Inceptioned" my relationships (have you seen that movie?). I am about to embark on a G.I. from the Burmese boyfriend that is in my G.I. from my American boyfriend. This time though, BurBoy does not know. It would break his heart if he knew. I told you I am not a good person. This intermission is brief, lasting only two nights. So I am making these two nights count. No time to waste! My flight gets me to Bangkok without a hitch, and I immediately turn on my Thai phone and activate my internet for 399 baht a month. I have talked about this in a previous trip report. I have given my Thai number International roaming so I can top off my SIM card using my American credit card before I get to Thailand. I really only need 400 baht per trip to get internet, and I get it right away once my plane is on land and within cell service. I have signed up for a “blind date” courtesy of vinapu, one of our invaluable forum members. He has recommended and fixed me up with a massage boy. He was in Bangkok earlier in December and when I asked for a boy that could knead away my troubles, he recommended Tao, the massage boy from BBB Inn. I don’t normally give out the names of my hires, but since this has been discussed in my massage thread before, I feel that the cat is out of the bag. Please do not harass him about this report. I call it a “blind date” because I am hiring the guy sight unseen, except for a few photos (some racy) in Line, that Tao has sent my way. I am basing my faith on this boy from the glowing reviews from vinapu. While he was in Thailand, vinapu got Tao’s phone number and I plugged it in my Line, and pretty soon I set up a massage date with Tao at my condo, 1 week before my arrival. After my successful AirBNB stays in the past, I decided to keep staying in condos this trip, at least the stays in Bangkok. I lucked out that I happened upon this 20% offer for AirBNB gift cards that expired December 17: I decided to buy a $1000 gift card, paying only $800. That meant I got 20% off stays that were already $40 a night. It really means I got 20% additional stays. With $1000 in AirBNB, booking my 10 total nights in Bangkok would mean using a lot of AirBNB. Usually before any Bangkok trip ends, I always make sure I had at least 2000 baht saved in my wallet to keep for the next trip. This 2000 baht will be useful for the taxi ride to Silom (usually 500 baht), as well as the occasional bottled water or bite to eat. I do not want to waste time getting my money changed, or using an ATM, at the airport. So from immigration, passing through baggage claim with all carry-ons, and zipping through customs, I get down to the 1st floor and get to the taxi line and press the button on the little machine to get the ticket that tells you which taxi to take. I say three words to my taxi driver: “Silom Soi S̄ām” to get to my AirBNB condo on Soi 3 on Silom Rd. More on my condo later, but I get to the condo without much traffic on a mid-afternoon Monday. 500 baht later I am meeting up with my host for my condo unit. I have rented from him in the past so everything was fast and efficient and pretty soon I was shoving all my dirty laundry in the washer/dryer unit in the condo. I made it a point to only get condo units with laundry this time because of the small amount of clothes I took this trip. I set it to wash and dry cycle, and it looks like it will be done in 5 hours. I leave the condo to get a haircut, badly needed for nicer tour photos and the White Party, I check Cutey and Beautey in Thaniya Plaza, my usual go-to, and see that they were busy. I get down to the 1st floor and see that the haircut place there had a few spots for me. I walk in and get my 300 baht haircut, giving a 20 baht tip. I then go to the closest Krungsri Bank ATM, very recognizable by its bright yellow color, and withdraw their limit for the day (30,000 baht). Getting as much cash as possible limits the amount of 200 baht fees I have to pay. I shouldn’t worry though: my Charles Schwab ATM enables me to get money around the world and get those 200 baht fees refunded anyway. And my bank does not charge anything for those withdrawals. While this was happening, I have been Lining Tao. I tell him to meet me at the condo at 3:30 PM. I walk back to my condo and go by the 7-11 closest to the condo building to get some toiletries (soap, shampoo), waters for me and the boys, and some snacks I have come to love when visiting Thailand. I go back to the condo unit and unpack the groceries and take a hot shower before Tao got here. He will be here in 15 minutes and I wanted to be ready, even if “Thai time” meant he will be here a little bit later than that. At 3:30 PM Tao Lines me to tell me that he is leaving BBB Inn to get to my condo. So he is probably 15 minutes out. I get a Line message from Tao, telling me he is at the lobby waiting. The condo is designed to require a key card to get to the elevators, operate the elevators, and then of course to enter the unit. It was not like most hotels where visitors can just go directly to the room door. Also, most Thai hotels require unregistered visitors to leave their IDs with the guard at the lobby. No such checks at the condo. You are treated like a resident and can have anyone you want in your unit. I meet Tao and find a pretty pleasant young guy waiting for me at the lobby. The photos he sent were pretty accurate. He was a little bit taller than I am, lean with strong legs, and a great smile. I shake his hand and lead him back to the unit. I offer him a bottled water which he gladly accepts, and we talk for a bit to break the ice. He asked me about my plans for Bangkok, I told him about Yangon and the White Party and all that. I asked him about his employment at BBB Inn. I ask him if they knew that you were with a customer. He said yes, outcalls were part of the job. I then tell him that I have showered already, but if he needed to shower, to feel free to use the facilities. He disrobes immediately in the living room, carefully placing his pants and shirt on the side of the chair, to expose a healthy and nice looking ass. His cock swings out of his briefs and looks good enough to take care off. Oh the possibilities. He goes in the bathroom and I hear the shower turn on. I wait for him to finish before I disrobe for the massage. He finishes and emerges wrapped in a towel. He takes his oils, as well as condoms and lube, to the bedroom. I go in the bedroom and start taking off my clothes. He positions one of the bigger pillows at the foot of the bed as my chin and head rest while I get the massage. He asks me to lay on the bed, lying on my front, and resting my chin on the pillow. He applies oil on his hand, rubbing them together to warm them up, and applies oil on my back. What follows is an outstanding massage, with a lot of pressure, and concentrating on some problem areas on my thighs, lower back, and forearms. At certain points I would almost fall asleep, because his massage was very relaxing and soothing. I usually do not like massages, because I am very ticklish, especially in the groin, lower back, and feet. But the amount of pressure he applies was such that my ticklishness went away, and was taken over by relief and relaxation. And then the “yoga” portion of the massage was next. He sat me up to bend me and to crack my joints. He folded me to bend me all the way back to the bed. He remarked that I could bend very far. He tested how bendy I was and was impressed that I could put my forehead all the way on the bed while on a cross-legged position and my arms up, intertwined with his arms. He proceeded to bend me every which way, since he knew I could do it. It was fun to get intimate with his body while getting my own body a workout. I get laid back down and he continued massaging my back. He sat on the small of my back and I could feel his cock settle on my back. He sat on the bed and worked on my right arm, and then he guided my hand to his cock so I can squeeze it. I worked on it, my hand admiring its shape and texture, and then felt it grow in my hand. He worked on my other arm and I did the same thing. I felt it grow to a full and respectable size and enjoyed playing with the foreskin. I felt that I was getting hard as well. He asks me to lay on my back to continue the massage. My cock was in full attention, as his was as well. He works on my arms, hands and thighs, but there was no denying that the sensual part was coming soon. There was no question that sex was going to be involved. It was agreed upon beforehand, that sex, and what type, was preferred by me. He knew what to do, and in hindsight took out the guesswork on his part on what I liked. He starts by licking my nipples, both of them. He takes his oily hands on my cock and expertly strokes it. He must be a master at this, because I almost came as a result of his efforts. He kisses me, tentative at first, but deeply eventually. It stopped being a massage and it turned into a full on sexual encounter. I rimmed him, for a while, before it got out of hand. We rolled around, covered in oil, kissing, touching, grinding. The oil added an extra dimension to the usual thrashing around that sex required. Such thrashing cannot be done on a regular massage table. He took a condom and put it on my cock. He applies more oil on my cock and oils himself up. He sits on my cock, and does enough thrusts for me to quickly cum. He has done a good job priming me beforehand, so it took almost nothing to make me cum. He chuck wows himself while I am still inside him. He cums all over my chest. We both laugh at the mess we made. He tells me that we should shower together, so he can get rid of all the oil that can be trapped in the nook and crannies. After the shower I put on some underwear and a shirt while I watch him put on his clothes. We talk some more about my plans for the next two weeks in SE Asia. I tell him that I will have my Burmese boyfriend over the next time I am in Bangkok in a few days, but there might be some time tomorrow if I needed another massage. He said to just Line him. He then told me that there might be a farang that needed him tonight. I tell him he is getting a lot of work this high season and congratulate him. I give him 3000 baht, the agreed upon amount. The housecall, the tremendous 2+ hour massage he gave me, the great sex afterwards, I’d say he was worth every penny. He kisses me in the cheek and then realize that I need to escort him downstairs to operate the elevator. I put on shorts and see him on his way. On to the next boy…

Haha OK. I like pacing the posts so the individual days don't get lost in the shuffle. And I feel that the post length that i strive for is ideal for editing the post for an average of 15 minutes. Anything longer will require longer editing, and there are only a finite number of minutes in the day. Hopefully my post pace is not too slow for most of you guys. I love this Wall Street Journal article about the uniqueness of the existence of right hand drive cars in roads that have cars drive in the right lane in Yangon: http://www.wsj.com/articles/myanmars-fans-of-right-hand-cars-feel-wronged-by-state-ban-1482316381. Of course the traffic and chaotic driving is a general problem for big cities in developing Asian countries. It will probably only get worse in time until they figure things out and have a cultural shift to more discipline to obey basic traffic laws, or get more money for traffic enforcement, lane and road signage, and traffic lights and other tech advancement. As chaotic as it may seem, the Bangkok traffic gridlock is still, to me, much much worse. Too bad you had those power outages when you went to Bogyoke Market. There were some power surges in Yangon Airport when I was there, and the lights turned off and on four times while I was waiting for my flight. But that was the only hiccup in an otherwise stable power while I was there for a few days. I fully intended to tip him and the driver but they just high-tailed out of there. One of my regrets this trip. The other big one is in Mandalay. To be posted. I always play safe, even with the BF. Especially with the BF (to protect him). I am sexually active with multiple partners so even if I am on PrEP, I still use a condom. I also have a gay doctor back home who I have regular visits to for STD testing and my annual physical. Thank you Vessey. There was a lot of emotions in this holiday for me. It will show up in my writing for sure. That is not me in the Pattaya shorts. Remember I was wearing a longyi the whole time I was on the pagoda level. That's not my style anyhow. The shorts I wear usually are in a drab Neutral Farang Hue™, and not in the color scheme of "I went to Pattaya and all I got were these garish-looking shorts." The bright colors were a delight to see. Mostly worn by the women folk. The men's longyis are usually more muted in color. You do get the occasional red or green colored longyi though. So I've found out that to rent a car and driver for the whole day in Yangon is usually $80-$120, depending on what you are doing. So with a $100 car and driver, lunch for both of us, fees to ride or enter things, and the salary of the tour guide, I'd say it is more or less fair. We covered a lot of ground, and the guide was full of facts and was really knowledgeable. I'm sure as the country gains more in popularity with tourists, the cost will go down with more business and possibly more competitors that will cover the demand. Encouragement is good! Thanks Alexx. I do want to know once in a while what you guys think about my tour so far. From the hits, I know you guys are reading it. So please guys, keep the feedback/questions/discussion coming!

Day 3.0: Coughing my way back to Bangkok Before we retired for the night, we talk about the next few days. I am going to Bangkok tomorrow, to spend two nights there. After Bangkok, I will be meeting with him in Mandalay, to continue our Myanmar sojourn. I know where I will be staying in Bangkok, but BurBoy does not know anyone in Mandalay. We both look at Agoda and survey the hotels there. BurBoy did not want anything fancy, just somewhere to spend the night. I tell him to treat himself, so I start looking at fancy hotels. BurBoy is taking the bus to Mandalay, so we decide on a hotel that was close to the bus station. After arguing about which one for a while (he really didn’t want an expensive one), we settle on the hotel Hotel Myat Nan Taw Win. It look decent from the photos: and it was $31 a night, hardly something that would break the bank. It had free breakfast and it was a 7-minute walk from the bus station from google, so it was perfect for BurBoy. The beauty about booking from Agoda is that you can a) prepay the whole stay and b) put the reservation in someone else’s name. BurBoy calls the hotel to confirm that there are no credit cards needed on the stay (he doesn’t have one), so we make the reservation and print out a copy of the Agoda Booking Voucher that shows the whole stay is prepaid. I wake up at 6:30 AM feeling refreshed from the very deep sleep I got the night before. Its rare for me to not wake up at 2AM or 3AM while getting over jetlag. Nothing like a tiring day of touring, eating, and sex to combat the time adjustment. I untangle myself from BurBoy’s embrace and head for the French doors that accesses the balcony. I take a photo of the sunrise: I quietly try to start packing for the flight. BurBoy begins to wake up anyway. He gets out of bed, fully erect, and gives me a big bear hug from the back. We both look at the sunrise as his hardness presses on my back. “I fuck you na?” thrusting his pelvis onto me, simulating fucking. I laugh and tell him maybe when we are in Bangkok. I don’t like bottoming but I fully intend to do it for him, at least once. He has been asking for it since Phuket 9 months ago and I think it was time. But not right now. I wasn’t ready, more mentally than physically. What I was ready for is to take care of the huge boner that BurBoy had. I kneel down to put it in my mouth. I work on it for a while before both of us head to bed to finish each other off. We kiss, give some more oral, and then chuck wow together. We kiss for a while and then see BurBoy dart into the bathroom to pee. I follow him and he says “Cannot pee pee if cock strong.” I laugh. We shower together as per usual. We have breakfast again at the Emporia restaurant in the hotel. We finish and decide to check out the other hotel features we did not have time to enjoy because of our compressed schedule. We look at the grounds and see that the hotel had a lovely pool: We go back to the room to pack and then check out. They had a maid inspect out our room to see if we used anything in the minibar (I didn’t even check if they had a minibar). We get the all clear and I tell the concierge we need a taxi to the airport. We wait at the front till the taxi arrives. When it does, we put our bags in the trunk and pile in the back. BurBoy tells him some things about our destination and off we go. He told the driver that our first stop was the bus stop so he can get catch his Mandalay bus, and then dropping me off at Terminal 1 at Yangon Airport. The driver quotes 9000 kyat for the whole trip. As we drive off, I hear the car’s engine barely keeping up with the road. After 5 minutes the driver pulls over at the roadside, telling BurBoy something in Burmese before leaving the car to get some water. He gets the water, opens the hood of the car and puts water in. BurBoy strokes my arm while we wait. Not a good thing to happen when your trying to make a flight. The driver quickly gets back in, apologizing profusely and then we kept on driving. After a few minutes the driver and BurBoy talk for a bit in Burmese. The driver then gets in a raging coughing fit but still kept talking. I squeeze BurBoy’s hand. Its funny that both our car and driver were in poor health right now. In between coughs, the car also sputters forward. The driver then stops again to open the hood of the car to put more water in: Lots of apologizing, lots of coughing, and then we were on our way again. We stop for a third time for a water break for the car. I turn to BurBoy and I tell him maybe we should get another taxi. He says “I think OK. Wait please.” I trust him. The driver gets back in, cough and all, and we speed away. BurBoy talks to Typhoid Mary for a little bit. After a few exchanges BurBoy smiled. Pretty soon we get to BurBoy’s stop and the driver gets out to get BurBoy’s bag. BurBoy finds my lips and gives me a kiss. He tells me the driver is cutting the fare by 1500 kyat because of the stops. Now that made me feel bad for thinking bad about the driver. People just trying to make a living of course. BurBoy takes his bag and then heads off to the sidewalk to the bus station. We head off to the airport. On the way the driver decides to chat me up. In broken but understandable English he asks me where I am from and how I liked Yangon. I said - American and - thought his city was charming and beautiful. He then talks some more, before asking me how did I feel about our then new President-elect. I told him I really did not care for him. He laughed and then coughed and then laughed-coughed again. He says that is what everyone says when he asks about the then president elect. He has asked Americans, Europeans etc. He feels that no one likes our soon to be president. I told him there were enough people that liked him to vote him into office. He says Democracy is not always great. I agreed with him. Typhoid Mary/survey-taker made a great point. They are struggling to make Democracy work here. We get to the airport with 2 hours to spare. I give him the previously agreed upon 9000 kyat. He smiles and shows me his bettle nut stained teeth and shakes my hand. He takes my luggage and offers to carry it in but I told him there is no need. I point to my own throat and say “Take care ok?” He makes the OK sign with his right hand and he speeds off. Check-in was a breeze. The male airport employees were in longyis so that was a nice touch: I was informed that the flight was an hour late. The blight of travelling in high season. I did enjoy checking out the new Yangon airport terminal. Very modern, high ceilings, nice lights: Going through immigration was also a breeze, and so un-Bangkok like. Inside the facilities were modern as well, and could be found in any other decent airport terminal in the world: Whie waiting for my flight I decided to get an iced coffee at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, because I am an ugly American consumer, and because it was next to my gate: While I wait I open up my Grindr. I have been opening my Grindr discreetly in various points of my Yangon stay, just to scope out the lay of the land and the available boys and get a feel of the numbers. I have received a bunch of messages, probably 70% from free boys who just wanted to hook up, and probably the rest money boys. I’ve gotten far into the conversations with some, even to the point of meeting. I could not meet of course: I even received a message from a Money Boy who greeted me a “Sawadee krub,” though he was Burmese: Maybe he thought my Generic Asian Face™ was Thai (even if it was clear in my Grindr ad that I am American). We go on a back and forth and I really just wanted to know what he was willing to do and for how much. We exchanged some photos, and he was very good looking from the photos. He said that he can do everything, and he said that the tip was up to me. I told him I won’t be able to see him today but will keep his contact on Grindr when I do go back. So it’s nice to know there is always gay company in the city if I found myself back here. Online (and from fellow members) you can find that Yangon has quite a few gay massage places as well (https://www.travelgayasia.com/yangon-gay-massage-spas/). Coupled with the one gay dance night per month (https://www.facebook.com/EventsYG/) you can probably manage a somewhat gay stay in this not-so-gay place. Its probably not the first thing to come to mind when thinking of gay hotspots, but Yangon is a city hard to miss if looking to go on a quick getaway (or a visa run, or a quick jaunt with your Burmese boy longing for a trip back home) that is close to Bangkok. So I get on my flight. Bangkok Airways, same gross meal, same old plane, same decent service. Pretty soon we are descending onto Suvarnabhumi, an airport I have come to know very well. Let’s see what this short, two-night detour brings. Next up, wasting no time at all…

Thanks Vessey. Like I've said in previous trip reports, my trips alternate between sex holidays and touring holidays when in the area. Last trip was the first of the hybrid sex/tour holiday, in Cambodia. This one is more tour than sex. It seems that it doesn't matter what kind of trip I have, its probably interesting to some people. Enough to write about? Let's see about the next trip, over Songkran. I do miss skulking amongst the fleshpots of Pattaya. I feel that i will get back to that mode at some point. Wow that is awesome. You went to Poseidon Restaurant and used PT Taxi, based on my writing about my own experiences. I do hope they were positive experiences. Now Pattaya seems like a distance memory, as my last trip to it was last July. You will have to write about your trip so I can live vicariously through you. Maybe I can go to Pattaya this April, but its not exactly a couple's place to visit. It's really best to visit it alone. I took over a thousand plus photos last trip. Smartphones have large hard rives nowadays, its really nothing to just take a snap and then delete it later. So far I really haven't had to do that. Thank you!!! Keep on reading!!! I feel that sifting through those scars of war and isolation would've been a very fascinating trip as well. Getting to visit a country before it got too commercialized. Though of course it would be very difficult to tour a country in that circumstance, but it would be an adventure. There is a lot of nice boys to admire when touring. One of the many things I enjoy when I go sightseeing. As usual, thank you for the compliment. Thank goodness that practice makes perfect. I didn't think people were lazy, just very quiet. I just assumed people were bored. I'm glad that at least some of you are still enjoying the "compelling narrative". Bagan and Mandalay are coming, starting in Day 5. Thoroughly interesting cities. I will want to go back. And yes there are boys, and lots of them. Some I even managed to get intimate with.

Day 2.75: Yan-Gone to get some Christmas Dinner We stood up from our sitting position at Shwedagon Pagoda as the sun slowly makes it way to another hemisphere. Kyaw takes his phone and shows me the itinerary described in the tour guide listing, and then tells us that we have accomplished all that was promised in the tour. However, he continues, the car and himself where still ours for the day, and we can still squeeze in a few more stops if we wanted to, like to dinner, or the mall or market, or a museum. I thank Kyaw for being very attentive and thorough in our tour. I look at BurBoy and then Kyaw and tell him that it was a very full day, and we are tired and were ready to end the tour and retire to the hotel. He nods and then suddenly apologizes to both of us. He says he is the usual Spanish speaking guide, and his English was weaker in comparison. I rattle a few Spanish phrases that I know (the best that California public education can buy I guess), and tell him that his English was great and BurBoy and I had a good time. I shake Kyaw’s hand and thank him for the good tour. Kyaw and BurBoy talk for a while, with some laughter and some bowing, and then we all head over to the elevator to get us down to our car. I take off my longyi, because I really was kind of unsure with wearing it the whole time. We get to the ground floor and sat down to get our slippers back. BurBoy hands me a moist towelette packet and tells me to “clean feet” with it. I look at the soles of my feet and they were pitch black from the dirt on the pagoda floor. Small price to pay to see that thing. I see some tourists go in the bathroom to wash their feet. There was a trough I saw in the bathroom when we were in there before heading up to the pagoda, where people wash their feet in with a handy hose beside it. I figure the towelette will do for now. Surprisingly it worked well, my feet were clean, at least to look at. I shall have to shower in the hotel, of course. We find our car and make our back to the hotel. There was some traffic on the way, but it wasn’t Bangkok congestion level gridlock. Kyaw explains to us the reason why there aren’t any motorbikes allowed in Yangon. The traffic is bad enough without them, the motorbikes will just make it 10 times worse. I tell him about Bangkok traffic, and then show him a photo of the Phnom Penh traffic filled with motorbikes (one I took shown in the previous trip report), and say that there must be something to that. I did say that the middle class seemed to be a force now since they can afford to buy cars. Kyaw agreed, but mentioned that there are still many more dirt-poor people who can’t get out of poverty, even after trying their luck in Yangon. There were simply no jobs for the unskilled that paid a basic living wage. Before we get to the hotel I Line BurBoy a question: “Tip for Kyaw?” BurBoy sees the message and looks at me and shrugs his shoulders. The tour was already close to $200, but maybe a small token of appreciation would be in order. I debate this for a little bit, and soon enough we are at the hotel. We get off the car and as I was reaching for my wallet, I see Kyaw wave at us and the car speed away from us. I was not able to give him his tip! I tell BurBoy and he says it’s probably OK. I did not feel good about it but let it go. We get back to the room and BurBoy calls dibs on the bathroom by yelling “Toilet!” and taking off all his clothes. I sit down on the hotel room couch and start taking off my clothes. Before disappearing into the bathroom, BurBoy heads over to me and gives me a sensual kiss. I give his flopping uncut dick a squeeze and he smiles widely and tells me “Bathroom na!” I let him do his thing while I put my feet up. After 15 minutes he emerges naked with his towel over his shoulder, hair tousled. He tells me he needs a haircut in Bangkok before the White Party. I give his cock another squeeze (how can you resist a flopping uncut cock just swinging like that) and then I get in the bathroom to do my thing. I take particular attention to my feet, since it bore the brunt of the dirt today. I finish showering and see BurBoy under the covers, watching some Myanmar TV. I turn off the lights and join him under the covers. He tells me “Tired na.” I was a little bit too. He turns off the TV and then snuggles with me. I am not the cuddler type, but with BurBoy I turn into one. He hugs me, being the big spoon, and we fall asleep this way. An hour later I wake up, with an amazing feeling on my cock. I feel a hand stroking it, already hard with the sensation. I turn around and BurBoy was wanting it now. Being woken up to sex is the best feeling in the world, especially if its from someone like BurBoy. I turn around to kiss him. He kisses back, very deeply, deeper than I’ve ever felt from him. He sits up, laying on my crotch, grinding his ass on mine, and continue kissing me till he is satisfied that I have fully woken up. He pulls back and smiles, and the darkness could not contain his expression of glee that was in his face. “You fuck me na?” he asks. I could not say “Yes!” fast enough, as if saying it too late would ruin the moment. He takes his hand to his mouth and wets it with his spit, and puts it on my cock to wet it. Was he wanting to put it in bare? A few adjustments and indeed that was he was trying to do. He successfully aims it and starts working it in. Before it got any further I stop him. I take my hands to his waist and gently lay him down the bed. I grind on him for a while before heading to the bathroom to get condoms and lube. I put the condom on and kneel on the floor to eat him out. I could do this all day. I take some lube and prepare for the main event. I put it in, slowly at first, and then ram it in after I knew it would be fine. He squirmed a little bit, but soon he took his right hand to guide me deeper into him. I thrusted, and I thrusted, and he moaned, and he moaned. I cum quickly, and profusely, inside him. I continue fucking him while he chuck-wowed. He came on his stomach, his hair, the bed, seemingly everywhere. We go to the shower together for our usual soap down. I tell him gently that bareback sex is probably not a good idea for us right now. He said he knows but he said I was "good boy” and probably don’t have any problems. I am far from a good boy. If he knew what was good for him he would stay far away from me as possible. We get dressed to get some Christmas grub. Today is December 25, and after having a great, more Myanmar-authentic meal last night at Christmas Eve, I decided to give BurBoy a more western-style Christmas dinner for dinner tonight. There was a lot of more western-style dinners around Yangon. This article from 2015 shows the various choices: https://www.myanmore.com/yangon/2015/12/christmas-eve-dinner-guide/. Chatrium (our hotel), Parkroyal, Novotel, Inya Lake Hotel, and other places had offerings ranging from $25 to $96 for one person. I chose Chatrium because hotel guests get 10% off any food and drinks. Their offering was a Christmas Buffet with all the western meats (turkey and ham!) and drinks (bubbly) that one would expect in any Christmas buffet spread out west. The Chatrium was really got into the Christmas spirit, judging from their extensive Christmas offerings: http://blog.chatrium.com/chatrium-hotel-royal-lake-yangon-celebrates-its-christmas-tree-lighting-ceremony-donation-and-jingle-mingle-tourism-networking/. Apart from the buffet they had tree lighting ceremonies, some charities, and even offer on sale Christmas Log Cakes for $15, and a Roasted Christmas Turkey for $130. We head over to the Emporia Restaurant in the Ground floor and get seated immediately. We get asked, in English, what drinks we wanted, and BurBoy answers, in English “Myanmar Beer!” We were then welcomed to the buffet. Lots of Christmas trimmings on display, including a gingerbread house: Apart from the traditional buffet items like various Myanmar curries, rice, sushi, and noodles, I enjoyed the pasta station that they had and got some a yummy creamy Alfredo fettucini dish to enjoy: Many festive displays in the food as well, including mini-Santa clauses in the ham: BurBoy was like pig in shit, taking samples of almost every yummy morsel that was on offer. When it comes to food, we both have our favorites, but in general we just enjoy any food that was offered, and loving, and enjoying, food, is one of the many things that contributed to our success as a couple. This was his meat plate, a sampling of duck breast, beef sirloin wrapped in bacon, and some sliced roast pork. Meat probably accounted for the majority of the price for this buffet, and I am glad that he was making the most of what was being offered: We get to our table and find our Myanmar Beer just waiting for us on our table setting with Christmas colors: We dig in gladly. I look around and notice that the customers where half farang and half Asian, presumably some Burmese. There was a band in the restaurant singing some ballads, thankfully not Christmas ones, and people were just enjoying the holiday ambiance and the dinner. I only went back for some dessert. BurBoy went for seconds and thirds, or course. I was just happy that he was enjoying the more western-style spread. After dinner we go up to the lobby level and I take this photo of the restaurant. It was also to 10 PM and there were still some customers enjoying the spread: We linger in the hotel lobby area for a little bit, admiring the Christmas décor and the mood over all: We take a short walk outside, near the lobby, just to burn off a few calories off of our meal: As we head back I notice this display on top of the door by the lobby: It looked like some gold and green mistletoe-looking things in the display, so I tell BurBoy about the tradition of kissing someone under a mistletoe. He tells me “I no want kiss you now. In room yes.” I laugh. Out of the all the sentimentality of what Christmas brings, BurBoy still was mindful enough to be understanding about Myanmar sensibilities. I just give his shoulder a squeeze and we head back to our room. And yes, the first thing he does in the room give me my kiss. That's really all you could want for Christmas. Next up, I leave BurBoy for Bangkok, Day 3.

Day 2.5: It puts the “Stupa” in Stupa-ndous Stopover 8: Shwedagon Pagoda Despite my poor pun construction in the title, there is nothing poor about the next, and last, stopover, in our full-day tour: the Shwedagon Pagoda. Few other things rival the Shwedagon in terms of audacity and history. It’s the number one attraction in Yangon, and co-number one with the Bagan Temples for the whole country (Tripadvisor). It is number 3 in the most impressive Buddhist temples in the world (Touropia). It’s the oldest Buddhist stupa in the world (Royal Historial Commision of Burma). The lists are numerous and legion. And despite reading about all the superlatives that have been hurled onto this great structure, there really is nothing like visiting the real thing. This was a great article as a primer to read before going to the pagoda: http://www.mmtimes.com/index.php/lifestyle/10135-their-weight-in-gold-how-material-wealth-creates-spiritual-energy-in-some-of-the-world-s-costliest-holy-places.html. Its amazing that the umbrella alone on top of the pagoda is already $3 billion. Add that that the amount of gold on the stupa itself and the peripheral structures on the platform, various jewels, and other precious things, and you can imagine the amount of money that has been invested on this structure throughout the supposed 2+ millennia it has been in existence. So our car parks in front of the Shwedagon Pagoda complex. As we walk to the entrance, Kyaw tells me facts about the whole complex. The pagoda is built on a hill, to give the structure more height. And its true, because the pagoda dominates the whole cityscape of Yangon, and it’s the only other thing you see if you look skyward in any part of Central Yangon. By the way, building structures on a hill is the opposite of having big cocks on men. It’s actually more impressive to see a big cock on a smaller guy, versus a big cock on a taller guy. Its all about perspective with that one. We head into the building where we take off our slippers and go through the metal detector. BurBoy had the presence of mind to take my longyi with him. “For photo,” he tells me, knowing that the tourist in me would love to have photos in front of the pagoda wearing a longyi. We head over to the bathroom and he asks me to step into the longyi. I do as told and tell him I forgot how to tie it (Silly farang). He drapes the longyi around my waist and ties the longyi with his arms around my waist. He kisses the back of my neck and we head out of the bathroom. Oddly intimate for my first longyi wearing experience. We get to the elevators to get to the top floor to the base of the pagoda. We cross a hallway and then a bridge and then there it was. BurBoy and I immediately go to it and take a shit ton of photos. First just the pagoda, then alone in front of it, and then with Kyaw’s help, the two of us. After that was out of the way, we actually LOOK at the structure, and appreciate the craftsmanship and money and gold this structure needed to make such a wonder exist. A photo: There is definitely a lot of gold in that photo. But looking at the bottom of the photo are the various bright colors of the local’s clothing. The stupa was a sight to behold, for sure, but what completes the experience is watching the people who make the pilgrimage to this religious site. I would probably guess that 70% of the visitors are locals, and the rest are tourists with their more drab colored-clothing. With such grandeur and audacious display of wealth, you sometimes forget that this is a religious monument. And the faster you figure this out, the better the experience is. BurBoy was looking for a gold leaf vendor so he can add some gold to one of the structures in the complex. He finds one that sold a small square of gold leaf for 1000 kyats (80 cents). Devotees re-gilding the pagoda and its peripheral structures have been growing in popularity as the middle class in Myanmar also grows while the country continues to prosper. BurBoy tells me this is his way to pay his respects to the Buddha, and says a little prayer while he applies his gold to a nearby structure. I watch BurBoy’s devotion with a sense of calm. I let the cool breeze tunneling through the base of the pagoda wash over me and bring me some peace, albeit temporary. We do a circuit around the pagoda and see the various structures that surround it. Temples, mini-pagodas, Buddhas, and other religious monuments that perfectly supplement the big structure in the center: Out of the hundreds of Buddhas in the complex, this lone, simple, pure Jade Buddha to me was the most impressive, and most soothing. I just loved staring at it. It gave me tremendous calm: Lots of locals paying tribute, kneeling, applying gold leaf, saying a prayer, and various monks scattered in the complex, hanging out or admiring the religiosity of the surroundings: When I get tired of staring at all that gold, I turn to people watching. And by people, I mean boys. (Sidenote: Throwing in some wholesome boy photos makes the post more gay-adjacent. Since this is gaythailand, I feel it is my duty to do this for you guys. I already have the photos anyway. And nothing sexual about this, only admiration.) Boywatching #3 - Shwedagon Edition: I am even throwing in a boy farang: Maybe it was the combination of the gold, the people, and the religious surroundings, but the sun setting on the horizon seemed more soothing than other sunsets I remember. BurBoy and I sit on the floor and bask in the sun’s rays for a while. Kyaw sits with us and we just share in the quiet, meditating about the day’s activities, and thanking whoever is up above that we get to partake in such supreme serenity. Most unique Christmas Day I have ever experienced, by far. And it is not over yet. Next, Merry Christmas Yangon.

Thanks. The purpose of posting all this information is to demystify Myanmar for the prospective first time visitor. I have found it extremely easy to visit and tour and explore. And this is only Yangon. There is Bagan and Mandalay next. Good editing goes a long way, even it means putting blank spaces between paragraphs, or the headers on every stopover. My Boywatching series is an offshoot of my creeper shots that I take on my phone just randomly. There is a lot of beautiful things out there in the world, and it is not just the actual locations that are worthy of an iPhone camera shot. There is a reason I bought the 256 GB version of the iPhone. You said this about Phnom Penh. I guess like that city, Yangon is on its way to be a more developed city. And yes, its pretty obvious where we are going next. If there really is only one thing you see in Yangon, it will be the next stopover in the tour. How do you like it? How do you like it? Sorry, I couldn't resist. Just an observation so far: the trip report has a lot of views and clicks like my previous ones, but it has less discussions/engagement from members than before. Are people just content reading my ramblings? Is it that boring? Nothing controversial to discuss? Everyone is just busy in the beginning of the year? I remember having the questions about the cost of what I bought at the GAP in my first trip report. Or a discussion about trip insurance in my last report.

Yes, confirming this fact as well that yes, Asian customers off boys absolutely. I have some Malaysian and Singaporean friends who off guys once in a while. And about a third of my Cambodia Boy's customer base in Pattaya is Thai. DTG's many admirers are Japanese.

YMMV, obviously, and my sample size may be small, but I have offed exactly 2 Jupiter guys, one bottom in 2015, and one top just last December and I will talk about him in my current trip report. Both resulted in a fairly satisfying and fun time, and both are to me long time candidates in the future. There was a gap of about 20 months between my 2 Jupiter offs, primarily because of the warnings I've read on here about non-performing boys, which drove me away from offing anyone at the bar (plus of course there are tons of other boys in other bars out there). Purely my fault of course for not giving it the proper chance. I decided to try them again in December just for the heck of it, and my off was one of the stars too. I will write about my experience but sufficed to say it was fucking fun. I'm sure there are duds in Jupiter, just like every bar out there. Maybe more proportionally there than in other bars, I am not sure. But I am hoping to expand my sample size in the future, just because the 2 I've had so far were great.