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Hotel - Crowne Plaza Lumpini Park City - Bangkok Visitors Allowed - Yes Joiner Fee - No Security - No ID asked, security at ground floor where concierge is and 23rd floor where reception is, never get asked by security after many stays; have taken two boys at one time with no problems Extras - When breakfast included in stay, one boy can join with breakfast; only key card needed to access pool and gym so boy can use also Hotel - Holiday Inn Express Sathorn City - Bangkok Visitors Allowed - Yes Joiner Fee - No Security - ID asked by security at front entrance Extras - Breakfast included with stay, boy welcome Bonus: Hotel - AirBNB condo stays City - Bangkok/Pattaya Visitors Allowed - Yes Joiner Fee - No Security - Security in condo entrance or parking gate, not asked ID because treated like resident Extras - boy can use the condo facilities within reason (gym, pool, laundry), need to be respectful of residents in building: not a hotel

Day 6.25: Eating Our Way Through Bagan It was only 8:30 AM by the time we get back to the hotel. We have planned a full-day tour today of the Bagan temples, which we scheduled at 10:30 AM because we didn’t know how long the balloon ride experience will take. At the room we compare photos and sent it to social media and our loved ones. We were super psyched about it and were still on a high from the great experience. Its not everyday you get to ride on a hot air balloon. The breads and champagne were not enough for two hungry boys this morning. We head over to the Acacia Shade Restaurant for the breakfast buffet included in our stay. I didn’t spare any details, I wanted the buffet to be big and full of variety, more for BurBoy than myself. He likes buffets, and the combination of Asian and Western choices. He loves the Crowne Plaza breakfast buffet, if ever we could wake up early enough to enjoy it. I’ve read good things about the food so was looking forward to this. We get to the buffet around 9:45 AM, and the place was almost empty, perhaps because tours start before 8AM: We choose a table right next to the Irrawady river. Nice views, and nice breeze going on: We head over to the buffet and help ourselves. Some nice selection of western meats like bacon, sausage and ham. There was an omelet station and they will make your egg any way you like. They had Asian options like curries, rice and congee. And nice selection of juices that were actually superior to most of the Thai buffets I’ve tried. The coffee was nice and strong, and there was enough selection of breads to satisfy BurBoy. We enjoyed food together like we enjoyed sex together. We return to the room to prepare for the tour. BurBoy decides to wear his longyi in the tour, so he took off his shorts and wore his nice longyi. I ask if I should do the same. He told me that he feels that I am not comfortable with wearing one yet, so I should wear my shorts, but he will bring my longyi just in case I needed it. He takes our power banks and sunscreen and puts everything in his little bag. We get a call in our hotel phone and we get a call from our tour guide for the day, Kaung from SiamRoads: At 19, he is the youngest of all the tour guides of Siam Roads. When I was planning the tour to Myanmar, I was eager to get Kaung for the Bagan leg, after my success with Ya in Bangkok and Sareth in Siem Reap. Both were gay friendly (and gay themselves), and I had no problem bringing my boy companions with me when on tour with them. It added the extra dimension I needed that I may not find with just the normal tours. I felt that Kaung will be the same, and his rates were fine with me. I asked Ya for Kaung’s contacts and immediately got introduced to Kaung through phone messenger. I told Kaung what I looked for and what dates. He answered in good English and had plenty of suggestions on how the tour would go. Later in my conversations with him, I added a short Mandalay leg as well, and he was able to secure the arrangements for that. And since BurBoy was an equal partner in the tour, I had him talk to Kaung separately. He reported back that he thought Kaung would be a good choice for us, and BurBoy told Kaung that we were boyfriends so there were no surprises. Everything was set. We head over to the lobby reception to meet Kaung. Kaung was talking to the receptionists when we met him. He was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and a longyi and slippers. He looked professional and appropriate for the country at the same time. He greeted me with a handshake, and asked how was our balloon ride. I sung its praises to Kaung and showed him a video that I took. He smiled and then identified some of the temples we were flying over in the video. He knew his temples for sure. He then turns his attention to BurBoy, first talking in English, and then shifting to Burmese, where they were more comfortable speaking anyway. He then escorts both of us to the car we were using for the day. Our driver was a tall young guy who was chewing some betel nut. He shook both our hands and revealed his red teeth. There were three Burmese boys in my car for a full-day tour of ancient temples. This was my kind of tour. Kaung asked me the night before to see if I can come up with a list of temples I wanted to visit. Since I did not know my temples, I just went online and looked at the most popular ones. I chose the ones that looked good in photos. I showed Kaung my list and he wrote it all down in his notebook. He told me that they were good and popular choices, and the 10 I chose he said were all doable to go to in one day. In his notepad, he ordered the temples by location to each other and talked it over with the driver. They came up with a full-day itinerary right there, choosing temples by their distance and closeness to one another. He then showed me the list (it was written in Burmese), but he read the list to me and BurBoy. Kaung asked me if I bought a ticket for the temples yet. I said I haven’t yet. Kaung then produces this ticket. He says in his last tour the customer forgot to take his ticket. He said we can just use it for today if get asked for it, and later on the way we will buy one: It was 25,000 kyat, so I wasn’t worried about paying for it. I would probably be OK with just using this ticket, but really wanted to pay for it because I was a visitor and wanted to contribute to the development of this area. BurBoy then talked to Kaung and driver for a bit. They get into an animated discussion while we drive away from the hotel. You can see the driver and BurBoy wearing their longyis: They get into an agreement as we get on the main road. BurBoy then tells me he wanted to show me a traditional store on the way, and for me to try a traditional palm sugar juice and some snacks. You want to eat again? I ask him. He laughed and said yes, he just wanted me to try it, since Kaung said one was on the way to our first temple. We arrive at our roadside snack break: It was a compound of huts with benches and tables in them. There were a few customers but we got led to an empty hut with seats: BurBoy and I sit down. Kaung sits beside BurBoy. I tell Kaung to get the driver to sit with us. Kaung shouts to the driver and the driver shouts back. Kaung said the driver was shy. I laugh and say OK. We get served this clay pot and glasses: BurBoy pours me a glass and it looked like it was water coming from dirty pipes, or if you lived in Flint, Michigan: BurBoy explains to me what it was. It was palm sugar juice, or Jaggery juice, made of course from palm sap. This is what jaggery looks like: And this is how jaggery is made, which is boiling palm syrup: Kaung and BurBoy told me stories on how they drank this as kids. I took one sip and it was sweet but not overly so. I downed my whole glass and Kaung quickly refills it. We get served a little snack, some corned lamb: BurBoy and I just ate, but we eat this fairly quickly. I was eager to try the local and authentic stuff, and BurBoy was exposing me a to lot of it. We inspect the grounds a little bit. Before we leave I take a photo of the name of the place. It wasn’t in English so I felt this was a local favorite, and not a tourist trap. I ask BurBoy the name of the place, and said “Hatn Ayr”. So with our bellies filled with sugar juice, we head over to our first temple. Next, Shwe Zigon Pagoda, and nine others…

Yes trolling is not my style . Thanks for introducing the word "trawl" to me. It may be more appropriate. Haha I did not think about that. Believe it or not I wore Small in my twink days. Time is no friend to the metabolism, as I discover that while BurBoy eats what he wants and still manages to retain his six pack abs, mine disappears as soon as I even think about food. Sad fact of life, but as you point out, I am still luckier than most. Tawan boys Phet, Boy and Soda all wear mediums. Tong, my long time off and driver last June, wears XL because of his massive chest and biceps, but he has six pack abs, something my medium-sized torso does not have (at least after this holiday, trying to get it back, its so hard). On my day back, my boss asked all of us in the department what was the coolest thing we did over the holidays. I showed them my balloon photos and hands down I won that challenge. BurBoy and I still talk about it to this day, and BurBoy has shared his photos and stories with his family and friends. He had to lie about it to his family though, saying that he only paid 200 baht for it. They know he can't afford the $380, and he didn't want them to ask any more questions about how he was able to afford that. And what a difference from 2001, with only one balloon, and being able to book it the day before. Right now they can't keep up with the demand, at least in high season. I believe you can get it cheaper in off-season months. Thanks guys. If I can inspire anyone to take the plunge and discover avenues previously unexplored, then I have done my duty. I fucking hate platitudes, but really: don't be a passive bystander in your own life. Stop doing what's comfortable, and start challenging yourself. A life changing event that I can't talk about here, happened some years ago for me, and that was the kick in the pants I needed to stop worrying about what is perceived to be acceptable, and just live my own life. And not the way I think it should be, but with an open mind and just going with the flow. I've never been happier.

Day 6.0: Up in the Air After my September trip I knew that I was going to go to Myanmar, but I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do there. I had a vague idea what was there. It couldn’t be that different from Thailand right? Temples, good food, and great people. Can’t be too worried about details in September. But by mid-November when I actually had the time to sit down and plan my trip, I had to hash out the specifics. I did my research, trolled for information online, both on GT (including z909’s great thread) with my own crowdsourcing thread, and general advice online, and found a few things I was interested in. By mid-November, I put in “Bagan” in Google and found the usual TripAdvisor and Lonely Planet entries about the area. But shifting to the Image search yielded very intriguing photos of hot-air balloons floating on top of ancient temples. That looked fucking cool. I dig deeper and find out there were three hot air balloon companies that fly the Bagan temple hot air balloons. I try to book reservations for the dates I thought I was going to be in the area. I try “Balloons Over Bagan” first and they have a booking system in their website. They are all booked up solid in the holiday dates in December and January. I then try “Golden Eagle Ballooning” and they were booked up solid too. I go to “Oriental Ballooning” last and see that they do not have an online booking service. Was I just shit out of luck? I try the proactive approach. I Facebook Message all three, asking if they had spots available for the date range I thought I was going to be there. I even put in dates that coincided with the White Party. While parties are nice, hot air balloon rides are just hands-down way cooler. The companies reply to my message right away. Points to them for being professional and on point. Balloons and Golden Eagle were all booked up through second week of January. Oriental Ballooning, however, had two spots available in their premium balloon for December 29. I pounce on it, tell them that I will take both spots. They email me a link to pay for it online. I put in my Visa and it went through without a hitch. I got a confirmation email 24 hours later, confirming my spot. With this confirmed, I build my vacation around it, plan Yangon, Mandalay and Bagan. Its nice to have an anchor event to base your vacation on. It wasn’t cheap. It cost me $380 a person for the tickets. But again, with my motto: life is too short, I didn’t even think twice about it. This is one of those “bucket list” events that you just cant pass up when it is presented to you. Economics worked out on my end, and when it was time to pay my credit card bill last month, I didn’t even think about it. I am blessed to be able to do these sorts of things and not worry about the future. Having a BF that pays half the bills, mortgage etc surely helps a lot. So here we are, alarm wakes us up at the butt crack of (before) dawn, at 4:30 AM. BurBoy springs into action, gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom to pee. I boil some water and make coffee that was free with the room. I hear the shower turn on and I knew I needed to join in the showering. It was a quick soap down, all business, but BurBoy was excited and was a chatterbox. It was as exciting for him to do the balloon ride as it was for me. This was gonna be fun. While toweling dry and in between sips of coffee, BurBoy surprises me with something. He takes two white t-shirts, neatly folded in a plastic bag, and presents both to me. Both medium sizes, and had the word “Mandalay” in them, and one had a photo of Mandalay Palace, the other of U Bein bridge. He probably bought them during his stay in Mandalay. He points to the shirts and says “For you. Take one please.” I thank him and pick the palace one. He wears the other. He planned us to be wearing matching shirts on our tour today. How sweet. And its great that we wear the same size shirts. We get to the front of the hotel lobby at exactly 5:20 AM. I called Oriental Ballooning yesterday to confirm our pick up today. They asked me for my hotel and room number and kept my cellphone number in case they needed to call me. There were three other guests waiting with us at this hour. After 10 minutes an empty van drives in the compound. The person in the passenger seat gets off and calls two names, mine and BurBoy’s. We head over the van and confirm it was us. We get in and sit on the front row. The others who were waiting asked the Oriental Ballooning guy something. I guess they were waiting on other ballooning vans. We drive through the dark roads of Bagan and we pick up a party of four at the Bagan River View Hotel. And then we all are driven for about 15 minutes as we make our way to the balloon launch site. We get there and there was a small breakfast spread waiting for us. We get seated with another couple and we get asked what kind of drinks we wanted. We both wanted coffee. We get our coffee and our breads and pastries as well: While we wait, the baskets get prepped, which was cool to watch: After 15 minutes, and making small talk with the nice European couple in our table (with BurBoy able to talk as well), we get our safety orientation. The pilots for every balloon flying with Oriental was there. They rattled of names of the riders assigned to them, and then after that they go through the standard safety information while riding. Pretty straightforward, and they walked through the whole process from blowing up the balloons, to where to sit, how to brace yourself when taking off, what to look for while in mid-air, and then how to brace for landing: After the safety orientation, we were advised to go to the toilets for some last minute relief, while the balloons are prepped. After taking photos, BurBoy and I head over to the port-a-potties but saw there was a line. BurBoy disappears into the bushes and pees there. After he was done, he points to the bushes and says “Pee pee here OK.” I do what I am told. We get back to the launch site and see that we were well on our way: There were 12 total people on our basket, plus the pilot. It was a smaller basket, and everyone had a “window” seat. The other companies had cheaper options for a balloon with a bigger basket, with 20 or more riders, but not every spot was a window seat. I take this one last photo, which was a cool shot of all three companies ready to take off. Balloons over Bagan have the maroon ballons, and Golden Eagle had the yellow ones. We were in the green ones: We of course get a shit ton of photos taken. We haven’t even taken off yet. We get one last one together when we were just off the ground. And then we were off. It was exhilarating slowly float up like that. We take our first photos just off the ground: And we catch our first glimpses of what we came for to see, the temples: As we get to 1000 ft, we catch up with the sun, rising on the far horizon: We see more temples, and the mighty Irrawady River: There was not bad place to be in this smaller basket balloon. We were spinning slowly as we were in the air, so you eventually get to see what everyone sees in the basket. And while the temples were the main attraction, it is really the combination of the temples, the vegetation and rivers of Bagan, and the 19 balloons that were up and running that morning, that completes the experience: Our pilot, Richard, was very knowledgeable and entertaining. He knew a lot about the history of the place, the names of the temples, and trivia about hot-air balloons. Our party was very inquisitive, and Richard was game to answer all questions. He said he was English, and does this almost year-round. He spends 6 months here in Myanmar, flying balloons, over the first and last months of the year, and spends the other half in Africa, also flying balloons. That was the life. After 45 minutes of floating, we start our descent. We fly over a small town, mostly supporting the agricultural industry: We get our warnings of bracing ourselves to land, and landed without incident. As we wait to disembark, the “umbrella” of the balloon up above was lifted up, to let the hot air out the balloon: We get directed to the champagne tables, where will we toast to the successful flight and to get our certificates. We sit down on the stools as the other riders gather around. When everyone was there, there was champagne and some fruit to share with everyone. The pilots gather and toast to our success: Richard distributes our certificates, each one bearing our name. It was a nice souvenir to keep for a very memorable day. I took a lot of photos but only managed these two for my boy series. Boywatching #4: It was truly a remarkable couple of hours for us. BurBoy was excited and happy and smiling the whole time. I got a ton of photos to share back home. And of course, it was a unique way to see the temples in one go without having to visit them one-by-one. I’d say it was worth the money to do this. And it was a good introduction to the actual temple visits later today. Temples, and boys, and more temples, next.

This is the million dollar question isn't it? And it is one that I am struggling with almost daily. I certainly do not want to end it with BurBoy just yet, not just because I am looking forward to seeing him this April, but because I have grown fond of him too. It is unfair to him that I do not just end it right now so he can move on. There was no commitment made, only the one I make whenever I am in Bangkok to visit. Right now my fondness of him is stronger than my desire to butterfly, despite my struggles (see next posts), and he is enough (more than enough) reason for me to visit Thailand. Such a reversal from what my initial reasons of going to Thailand were. I have thought about the many ways this could end. I can wait for him to grow impatient with me and move on. If he gets into money trouble, he will need to become a money boy and that would be the end of it, because I do not give him any money. Or one day I could grow some balls and actually end it, but right now I don't want to. I have toyed with the idea of introducing him to my BF. I know my BF will have to think about the idea of having a third in our lives, but knowing him, he will ultimately have no problems with it. Its hard to understand our relationship dynamic but it is one that allows this kind of behavior on my part. The short answer is yes, I have thought about it, a lot. The difference between my BF and BurBoy is simple. My BF is the the type of boy you should date. The one you bring home to mom (literally), buy a house together, and have a shared sense of responsibility and stable future you always dream about having when you were young. My BurBoy is the type of boy you want to date. The passion, the intensity and the joy that you wish you had, is all right there in one person who loves you. BurBoy is all about the present, the right now, the mindfulness that is baked into his Buddhist upbringing. The BF is all about stability, retirement savings, the future, one you can build a whole life on, The American ideal. Its a struggle. Or maybe I am just going through some early form of mid-life crisis, and its playing out right in front of you.

Day 5.7: Modern Comforts in an Ancient City Bagan, our home for two nights, welcomed us like Siem Reap did me just 3 months before. With Siem Reap, after driving almost the whole length of the country, passing by non-descript rural towns and vegetation, the ancient city creeps up on us, not announcing its arrival, and the buildings and structures are scattered along the main road. At least Siem Reap had some developed nightlife that can fill the hours you are not temple hopping. Bagan is more subdued, quiet, and wholesome, and more conducive to focusing on the ancient delights than modern forms of entertainment. As we get into more modern parts of Nyaung U, one of the three towns that support the Bagan temple tourist zone, we hunt for a Money Changer. The taxi ride was 90,000 kyat ($66), and I only had about 40,000 kyat left from my last money exchange in Yangon Airport. I had BurBoy call the hotel to see if they can change money. When BurBoy hangs up he said they couldn’t. It is after the fact that I discover that hotels are not allowed to change money anymore. Since it was after 5 PM when we get to town, the moneychangers have closed for the day. So it was up to ATMs at this point. We try one that we spot at the side of the road, but my Charles Schwab ATM, and my Bank of America ATM, didn’t work. Driving from Nyaung U, to the next town, Old Bagan, where our hotel was, to New Bagan, the third town in the Bagan temple zone, we see a KBZ Bank ATM. I remember that BurBoy and I bought an Air KBZ flight from Bagan to Yangon, so KBZ was a known entity. I try it and it worked. I was able to get a few hundred thousand kyats that I thought would see me through the next few days. I had the taxi to pay for, some pocket money for tips and souvenirs, and some kyats to pay Kaung, our Siam Roads guide, for the next two to three days. With cash in hand, our car makes it way back to Old Bagan. I count 90,000 kyats from my giant wad of bills, and then I ask BurBoy if I should add more money for a tip. BurBoy shook his head. The boy knows best of course. As we drive past the various properties in New Bagan to Old Bagan, I notice that there weren’t any conventional high-rise hotels in the area. Most of the hotels are bungalow-type duplexes or compounds that gave it a more community feel than more impersonal high-rises and uniform-looking rooms. The driver heads over to one of these hotel compounds and goes into the driveway, but it was the wrong hotel. BurBoy speaks to them in Burmese and they pull out of the driveway from this hotel to find our correct one. We head into another driveway and there it was, the Bagan Thande Hotel. It was one of the top 10 hotels in the Bagan area, on TripAdvisor. The cute son gets out of the car and takes our luggage out of the back compartment, and went straight to the hotel registration lobby to set the bags there. BurBoy gives the driver dad the money and off they went to go back to Mandalay. BurBoy then tells me they told him that the son tagged along so the dad won’t fall asleep when driving back at night. When I was researching on which hotel to stay at around the Bagan area, I had a few criteria. I wanted a) a hotel in Old Bagan by the Irrawady River, so that we will be close/walkable to some of the temples, b) a good breakfast buffet so we don’t have to look for options in town in the morning, and c) their restaurant is known to serve alcohol. Culture, food and booze are the three things that were important to BurBoy and I, at least in Myanmar. With the reviews mostly favorable, I booked two nights in Agoda at $110 a night. Check-in was pretty efficient; with the receptionists speaking excellent English and BurBoy did not have to rescue me language-wise. I gave them my passport; BurBoy gave them his Myanmar ID. The reservation was not prepaid so I had a choice of paying cash (in kyats) or credit card. They accepted my Visa no problem. We were given a key with a gigantic wooden block as a keychain. We were shown then in a handy map set on the reception platform where our room was in the compound. It was one of the Superior Bungalows. Some stock photos of one of the bungalows: The interior of one of the bungalows, with a queen bed: We get to our room and of course we were given a room with two single beds. Two males sharing a room meant separate beds, I guess. We quickly solved the problem and joined the two beds into one giant bed: BurBoy was in great spirits, flitting around the room and singing a pop tune. He takes me by the hand and tries to dance with me around the room, and then some horseplay after, of course. One thing about “dating” a boy with an inner fire that burns bright and hot, and a very cheery and positive disposition outside, is that it is difficult not to get swept up in his whirling dervish of energy. It is infectious, and attractive, and just downright adorable. BurBoy announces that we will shower. There was no question we were doing it together. He likes to shower with a friend. I pretend to not want to and he pleads by pulling me to the bathroom. He then tries to take off my clothes and successfully disrobes me on my way to the bathroom. He is a strong boy. Just the way I like it. The bathroom was one of those shower/toilet/sink combos that while large and spacious, was not quite as modern as one would want. The whole bathroom was tiled and had drains on the floor. We shower together, no sex, just the desire to be fresh and clean from the long drive, and to get ready for dinner. Since the hotel was a little bit out of the way from the restaurants around the towns, one may need a taxi (or horse drawn carriage, which were in abundance) to get dinner. Fortunately, our dinner choice was made for us tonight. We were given a dinner voucher for two that included a soup and salad, a meal with rice, and a small desert. We put on clothes (matching t-shirts and shorts) and head out to get dinner. We walk through the compound and there were still Christmas lights in the grounds (it was still December 28 tonight): The free dinner was at the Acacia Shade Restaurant, which was and outdoor restaurant with (of course) a large acacia tree in the middle for shade, and with tables around it: The restaurant was by the Irrawaddy River, but at night we can barely see it. We get sat down by one of the staff and the restaurant was almost full: BurBoy immediately orders our default alcohol of choice for Myanmar (we cannot get enough of this really): I show our waiter our free dinner voucher so we get the special menu with some choices for the free dinner. So we get a vegetable option (we chose a stir-fry one and a morning glory with beef one), a curry option (we choose one chicken and one pork), a soup (we both get a legume one), and some default pudding dessert. Our main dishes: We devour our meal. It tasted really good and it was a good idea for us to get different things because of course we shared everything family style. BurBoy feeds me, careful to have me sample everything that was on offer. We gulp down our beer as well, and enjoy this lovely night. It was the perfect temperature (75 Fahrenheit or 24 Celsius) and with the arid desert climate of this part of Myanmar, we enjoyed the *relative* lower humidity tonight. The entertainment at the restaurant added to the already outstanding night. There was a girl singing traditional Burmese songs. BurBoy translates for me in between bites: And the famous Burmese marionette puppetry, or Yoke thé, was also performed. It is pretty intricate, using 18 or 19 wires to control movement of the puppet, and only performed by one puppeteer. A photo of the male puppet, and then the female puppet, performing songs and dancing: It was pretty impressive to see this. I guess this is a big thing here because Miss Myanmar won the National Costume Competition at the recently concluded Miss Universe pageant, by wearing a Yoke thé marionette puppet costume, complete with strings and stage as well. She says the whole thing weighed 40 kg: YouTube video of Miss Myanmar wearing the costume, in motion: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv8Lkgomg9I I’ve been impressed with the arts and crafts on display here in Myanmar, and my admiration continues with the puppetry as well. We finish our main course and asked for the bill to pay for the beer. The waiters rush to give us our desserts. We forgot that we had the last course, but it was too small to be memorable: We get the bill and we pay up for the beers. As great as the night was, we have to retire early tonight. We have to be up at 4:30 AM tomorrow to make our 5:20 AM pick-up time for our first adventure tomorrow. Hint: we get up to 1000 feet in the air, all with just hot air. Sky’s the limit, next.

Wise words quoted here. Everyone has their own experiences and no need to second guess or berate any member that has a differing opinion than you do. It is interesting that my bar experiences have been different from what I've read in this thread, but that does not mean it won't happen to me down the road, or it did not happen just because I can't imagine it happening. Again, different experience from what I've seen, though I have never been to Cupidol. I've found that mamasans/captains are a good thing to have in your back pocket if you are looking for a boy. Any questions I have about what the boy can or can't do, their temperament in and out of bed etc, these guys have been there for me. I've actually befriended ones in Dream Boy BKK and Boyzboyzboyz in PTY. The one in BBB has actually lets boys he thinks would be compatible sit with me without any drink for the boy, just for a test drive. If I don't like them, no payment is made. If the boy stays long with me I tip him 100 baht for his time, since he could not be with other customers. Of course I tip the mamasan 100 baht every night whenever he does something for me. If spending $3 in a bar a night means I will maximize my chances to land the perfect boy, its a small price to pay. I get someone who talks to me too and keeps me company once in a while, while I look for a boy. When I am back home I don't even think twice about buying $5 coffees everyday, so why would $3 bother me at a bar? But again, some of you may think I am a high roller, only a short-time tourist, and too liberal with my money. But it is my money, and if I think it is warranted I will dole it out with no hesitation. Do you have a formula for this firecat69? Does one have to have x number of years and y number of posts before you can acknowledge their opinions? How does my 317 posts and 13 month membership rank? Asking for a friend (really).

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!