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I am spending NYE in Bangkok, specifically for the White Party: I bought tickets months ago at super early bird rates, and will be staying at the Holiday Inn Express Siam, which walkable to the venue at CentralWorld, in December 30 - January 1. I was able to use only 15,000 points a night to book my hotel room. That's a huge steal, considering that now it is 3,514 baht a night to stay at this 3 to 4 star hotel during this time. The hotel room rates are usually high over NYE. BUT, as DivineMadman has mentioned, most of us are in a holding pattern. We do not know yet if the celebrations will be scaled back due to the death of the King. As already said, most NYE parties are already cancelled. If the White Party is scaled back or cancelled, I will just spend more time in Myanmar, as I will be staying there before the White Party. I will be spending Christmas Eve in Bangkok before my flight on Christmas Day to Yangon. Maybe Yangon will have a more chipper Christmas spirit than a mourning Thailand.

Thanks guys for the tips so far! I will attempt to respond to your initial advice here. With Boy massages, I feel that I am not tapping into this part of GayThailand that a lot of you are enjoying, and I feel that I should give this a fair shake. I want it in my terms of course, thats probably why I am not fully enjoying my massage experiences so far. So one consensus I've found from all the responses is that is is hard to find all three in my criteria. It is hard to find personable masseuses that do it well and give you great sex in the end. I thought I'd ask of course, maybe it exists, but probably not. If I were to rank my needs, is to have a (1) great massage first, (2) good sex next and (3) personable guy last. So for my first stab at planning: In late December, I get into Bangkok at around 12 noon, and I will be a little bit jet lagged from the flight. I will want a great massage to ease some of that lag, and maybe I want to have my first sexual experience in the massage as well. So which one should be my first stop? I see a lot of Prince mentions, maybe thats a good first stop for my needs? Or since I will be tired the sex should be secondary, and maybe Prime is best for my jet lag since they give superior massages, and a good possibility of a happy ending or more? Thanks DivineMadman! You remain the gold standard (with vinapu) in boy massage advice for Bangkok. Thank you for including this link, and the corresponding link to your great massage informational spreadsheet. I will link to it here: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1mx437fF1wRTRw0snCeD7q7ArzXN0_wsWxywxO9Q6Ozs/edit?usp=sharing Yes, your last two paragraphs sum it up pretty nicely. Maybe looking for all three is not possible. And your advice to "sample freely and often" is amazing advice. I will definitely do so and it looks like at least Prince is in the list, and maybe Arena again earlier in the day. If I were to try a smaller shop, which one would you suggest, given my likes? I will have three days to get massages and I will definitely try to go to at least three (or more), if I can. As the Prime expert, any tips I should try to get what I want? I want an amazing massage, and others will be secondary. Any boys you like that I should try? I do not know how to speak Thai, so that's out. I am Asian (sort of), so maybe that place you mention is good for me. Looks like Prince and Arena are must-gos for me. Thanks. Would you recommend Banana as an options for me? Do they have a lineup? Yes the guy I mentioned could be one of the two you talked about. Tight and muscular and not overly muscular, just right in my comfort zone. I may get him again in December if he would answer my Line message . Again, a voted for Prince and Arena. They're turning out to be the Dream Boy and Tawan of the massage shops, as far as their popularity with the forum members. And another reason to go back to Chiang Mai. It happens, Jasper. Read my latest trip report and BurBoy's body massage. That was full of passion. Yeah where is vinapu? Hopefully he can weigh on on such a serious subject . Keep the advice going guys!

So let's get back to one of the reasons that makes this forum great: crowdsourcing for information. I have started a few crowdsourcing threads in the past, and have gotten a great number of useful information for my trips: Should I go to Phuket? http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10258-is-phuket-worth-it/ Result: I did, and had a blast. Should I try AirBNB condos? http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10353-condo-rentals-or-airbnb-in-silom-area/ Result: I did, and have stayed in great accommodation for half the price and even less compared to hotels with comparable quality. Can I have fun in a boy bar if I just buy a money boy a drink? http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10308-gogo-boy-drink-tips-and-the-no-sex-off/ Result: Yes, and have used the tips in every trip. What should I expect in Cambodia? http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/10498-september-in-thailand-and-cambodia-tips/ Result: See my latest trip report. That was a lot of fun. So here I am again, asking for advice. My next trip to Thailand is late December to early January. I won't have a lot of time by myself but I think I will have a total of three days of alone time to explore what LOS has to offer. I have never really had a ton of success with massage places, and I think I am more of a go-sit-down-and-drink-and-get-to-know-the-boy kind of tourist. I have been to three massage places: 1. Adonis Massage (now defunct I think) - super hot muscular boy who gave me an excellent massage and came on my chest but was lacking in passion. 2. Arena - had problems looking for it and got there a little bit late and I didn't have a lot of choices left. Chose a really sexy and handsome guy and the massage was OK but again no passion and he didn't come. 3. Copa Body Club in Pattaya - got an excellent massage from a lean boy with ridiculous abs who was very friendly and chatty and put me at ease, and was super passionate, but ended up insisting to fuck me and came in the condom, which he did. 4. Bonus - I got the best massage I've ever gotten in Thailand through a masseuse I found on Grindr. He went to my hotel room and gave me the best two hour massage, including me fucking him in the end, that I have ever gotten. Lots of passion, very chatty, and I felt very comfortable. Very pricey but I got my money's worth as I still think about him to this day, and we talk on Line sometimes and I hung out with him in the Songkran party this year, briefly. So my fellow posters, I am asking you for tips of what massage places, in Bangkok or Pattaya, that I should try. If you have massage boy recommendations, you can post about them too, or private me. Since I am asking for myself, I would need a massage place with boys who are a little bit personable and know how to be passionate either during or after the massage, and of course the massage itself should be good as well. I am asking for a lot, I know, but I don't just get a massage as a pretext to sex, or think the happy ending is just an afterthought after a great massage. I go for the whole package: great satisfying massage, great personable guy, and great passionate sex. And to sweeten the pot, for those who enjoy my ramblings (and even if you hate it), I will write about my experiences on a future trip report, as a thank you for your help and advice. Thanks!

Day 8.9: Try this bar on for (X) Size Alright, let’s take a step back. For me, there are a ridiculous amount of reasons why I spend 60% of my vacation travel a year in Thailand. I am a huge fan of Thai food, so being able to eat the real thing for relatively cheaper than what I am used to back home is great. I love the relative cheap prices for hotels and tourist amenities, so if I wanted to get away to somewhere exotic and cheap this would be the place. I love the relative availability of sex with hot guys, be it paying for companionship with money boys or for free with the thousands of gay tourists that visit the Kingdom each year, or with more affluent locals. The list goes on and on (beaches, shopping, bespoke tailors, nature, medical tourism etc etc etc). But the number one reason I come here is for the gogo bars. There are gogo bars found around the world of course, but as a lot of you know, the bars here have everything you need. It’s one stop shopping really: it’s a place to ogle, have a drink with, and take home boys. Sometimes there are shows with varying degrees of sleaziness, and for the most part the shows are very entertaining. Like I’ve said before it is always a treat for me to bring a newbie friend to these bars and see the shock and awe in their eyes when they see these boys in their barely clothed glory for the first time. I laugh when their eyes bug out of their sockets when they see their first big cock show, and first fuck show. I understand that other countries have these as well, but as far as ease of access, relative safety, and all around fun, the Thai show bars have them all beat. (Maybe I am wrong, please point me in the right direction and I’m booking my flights right now lol.) So let’s see, I’ve been to Dream Boy, Hot Male, Fresh Boys, Tawan, Jupiter and Screwboy in Bangkok. There’s probably half a dozen or so bars I have yet to go to and I will at least try to go to them this December. I really don’t have a specific type of guy I like, and I have offed a wide variety of guys: from the twinkiest of twinks in Pattaya, to Tong, the large mountain of a muscular man from Tawan, but I usually off someone in between, not too skinny, not too big (or fat). A lean muscular guy would be nice. But tonight belonged to X-Size. Since I was with BurBoy, I will not be able to off anyone tonight. But that does not mean I won’t be able to enjoy the show, flirt with some of the boys, and share a drink or two. So from the 84th floor of the second tallest building in Bangkok, we get down to ground level and hail a taxi to get us back to Surawong. There was some difficulty getting a taxi at this area. Not a lot of empty taxis heading our way. After 15 minutes we finally get one that agreed to use the meter and we were on our way back to gay-ville. Again, not a lot of traffic on this Saturday night (low season?), and it was a little bit cooler and comfortable to be out tonight. We get to Surawong and the taxi drops us off by Soi Twilight. We get to the Soi around 10:30 PM so we running late for the start of the shows in the bars. We rush through the throngs of customers, boys, and touts littering the street. Some touts are doing their job too well and trying hard to get us to their bars, which is probably the reason why I don’t quite make it to the very end of the Soi every time. We stop in front of X-Size and there was one tout looking into the horizon. I wasn’t sure where to enter so I was sort of waiting for him to guide us there. BurBoy intervened and talked to the tout. We were finally escorted up the stairs to the show bar. The first thing that hit me coming in was the cigarette smoke smell. As a sheltered Californian, where smoking has been banned in just about every bar, club, restaurant, or any public or private building for more than a decade now, I have forgotten that bars everywhere else still had this. Maybe the ventilation was not as good in this bar thats why it was noticeable to me. We are received by a ladyboy mamasan and we got a “Nihao!” from her (I guess its Chinese tonight). She then asks “Smoking or no?” motioning her fingers to her mouth to mimic smoking. I shake my head and we get seated in the non-smoking section. The seating was similar to Hot Male in a way. The ladyboy mamasan, who was a skinny ghost white presence with very red lips, asked both of us, in English, what drinks we wanted. I tell her I wanted a Singha, BurBoy tells mamasan his choice, in Thai. The mamasan asks him more questions in Thai, in part probably because she was surprised that he was well versed in Thai, and then I hear the words “America” and “California” said by BurBoy, as he usually does when he explains to people where I come from. The mamasan then turns to me and shakes my hand, and then says “Welcome to Bangkok! Thank you for visiting us!” I smile, and then thank her for her hospitality. She asks me the usual things, what my name, where I stay, how long I here. She stops a waiter close by and barks to him our drink order. She then turns her attention back to us, and asks us if we were “together”. BurBoy jumps in and says yes, we were boyfriends. She asks how long we were together, and BurBoy answers one year. I found this fascinating of course, seeing BurBoy stake his claim (as he should, I was his for the week), and manufacture a history between us. The mamasan then asks BurBoy some questions in Thai. I look around the bar and see that there were a lot of customers tonight. A lot more were in the smoking section, but there was a big Thai party next to us who were having a lot of alcohol and mixers. They have invited a few boys to sit with them and everyone was having a blast. I turn my attention to the boy selection in the bar. The boys are all in red speedos and almost all were cute and sexy. Not as many boys as Dream Boy but there were about 40 or so. Most of them were in my goldilocks zone: not too skinny and not too big, though some where very twinkish and some of the twinky ones were already sitting with customers in the smoking section. I could see myself offing a lot of the boys here, but I can’t tonight which is a shame. It’s to butterfly or not to butterfly all over again. The mamasan leaves us and BurBoy whispers to me that he told the mamasan that he is Thai from Phetchaburi. I ask him why Phetchaburi. He says it is close to where he is from in Myanmar, so his he looks like he is from that area. I ask him if he always tells people he is Thai. He says “No everytime, only sometime.” Maybe it is easier to him to tell Thai people he is Thai in social situations. I can see how that is advantageous for him, having lived in Thailand for so long. The show starts and the lighting was kind of dark but my eyes adjust to it. We get our drinks and I down almost half my beer because I was thirsty. The numbers were pretty standard: I wonder if all the bars had a template of what numbers to show. The shows starts with a big cock show with a few showing their really big cocks on display for everyone to see. Then follows a candle number where as usual the dancers in white speedos dance while holding candles and once in a while pouring wax on their torsos. Some ladyboy numbers as well. There was a ladyboy lipsyncing to the typical diva song, and then after that was another song where she was serenading two shirtless boys in jeans. The boys were good looking, and I recognize one of the boys. I realized that it was a boy I offed last year from Screwboys. I guess he is working in X-Size now. He had an amazing and lean body, and was game to bottom for me that night. But the actual sex was kind of a let down. Not at all passionate, just laid there and took it, and his cock did not get hard even once. But of course, even a disappointing off is useful. After that I've chosen my offs more carefully. It made me more discerning after every failure. I try to get to know them more, pick up on some subtle cues, and know that obvious interest with you in the bar does not always translate to fantastic sex back at your room. So the ladyboy was serenading the two boys. They dance suggestively throughout the number, and the boys seem to show that they were both interested in her. Then things take a turn for the worse. The lip-syncing music stops and then some comedic music turns on. The boys then take turns humiliating the ladyboy, and then simulates rape on the ladyboy, with the ladyboy mock resisting and pain. It wasn’t sexy, at least to me. I seem to be humorless when it comes to sexual assault, even simulated ones. I look around and I see a lot of cute boys just sitting around. I ask BurBoy if he wanted to invite one of the boys to have a drink with us. He says “OK, but only drink, no sex.” I say of course. I ask him to pick the boy to invite. I figure he’d be more open to talking to a boy he was attracted to. He looks around and then whispers to me the number he liked. I look for the boy with the number and see a fair-skinned handsome boy sitting about three boys away from BurBoy. The boy caught me looking at him and he smiles really widely. That was a winning smile. I motion to him to come over. BurBoy and I make space between us. The boy comes to us and wais to both of us and sits down. The mamasan asks me if I wanted to buy the boy a drink and I say yes. The boy gets his drink and all three of us toast to the night. The boy asks me what my name was and I tell him. I then ask his name and where he was from. He says he is Viet and had a pretty Viet name. VietBoy was really cute, and he says he was 20 years old, and he looked as young as he said he was. He asks me where I was from and I tell him. He smiles at my response and then asks me if Burboy was also from America. I tell him BurBoy was Thai (as he told the mamasan). VietBoy turns to BurBoy and talks to him for a little bit in Thai. VietBoy turns his attention back to me and holds my hand. His hand, and his body, where both warm and inviting. We talk for a bit while the show was happening. He smiles a lot, and the smile was very nice and sexy. His body was amazing. Not too worked out, just naturally youthful and fit. He was a little bit shorter than both BurBoy and myself, which made it a little bit more of a turn on when I thought about it. He had a treasure trail that started from his navel and then disappeared in his speedos. I really wanted to follow that treasure trail down and find out what he was about. I ask him if he was a top or a bottom. He tells me the magic word: “Everything.” So handsome, great body, does everything. If this was a regular night I would be thinking about offing him. I tell BurBoy about VietBoy doing everything. BurBoy laughs and talks to VietBoy for a little bit about it. Would BurBoy be open to a threeway? This is something I didn’t think was possible with BurBoy. He is fiercely territorial, and does not like me offing boys, even if I wasn’t with him. But he was engaging VietBoy and both boys are smiling a lot so maybe there is hope. VietBoy takes a gulp of his drink and he then puts his hand back in mine, and then puts his other hand and holds BurBoy’s hand. He is definitely trying to make a sale. I see BurBoy looking VietBoy up and down and looks at me and smiles. I ask BurBoy if he wants to take VietBoy home. He stands up and sits on my side opposite VietBoy. He says “I no sure. Maybe no.” I ask him if he likes VietBoy. He says he is cute, but he doesn’t think tonight is the night for a threesome. He says he “want only you tonight.” That was sweet, him only wanting me, but now I was hoping he wanted me a little bit less and more VietBoy. VietBoy had the young, handsome face and rocking bod and the willingness that could probably make a nice off. But not tonight I guess. BurBoy goes back to VietBoy’s side and we continue to watch the show. I stroke VietBoy’s thighs and he returns the favor. He is so hot ugh. The show ends and I look at BurBoy and ask him one last time if he was sure. He says “I sure.” I take 200 baht from my wallet and I give it to VietBoy. I tell him he was very nice but maybe next time we will off him. He smiles at both of us and thanks us for the time and money. He leaves and BurBoy sits close to me and takes my hand to its rightful place, in his hand. He kisses me in the lips and asks me if I was OK. I tell him of course, I was with him. Maybe someday we will get VietBoy and have a threesome. He says yes, maybe before I leave. So the butterfly is dead. Long live whatever I have become.

This is weird. Who is beachlover? I did a search on posts and see some early posts from him but haven't seen anything recent. I do see a lot of angst directed and associated with said poster. Why am I always accused of being this poster? Thanks Moses. Sareth told me he read the posts and laughed at a few details. He and Ya are awesome guides, and they are highly recommended. I told Kaung in Myanmar that I will be using his services in Bagan. Hopefully he is as awesome as the other two. And thanks for having my back. I can't control what other people think about me or my posts, but that won't stop me from writing.

Day 8.7: Love on top of the world I always leave the dining decisions to BurBoy. Actually, I usually leave the dining decisions to most of the boys. This accomplishes a number of things for me: they get to eat what they want, making them more comfortable with me; I get to eat more local food, and get to ask questions about what is good or not; and they get a sense that they have some control of what is happening, which is usually not the case when you are employed by a customer. I’m glad that I am not a fussy eater, I have a big appetite, and always game to discover new food. In the end, I am usually never disappointed with the choice. So I am surprised when BurBoy, the Burmese country boy who moved to Thailand when he was young, wanted to go to dinner at the Baiyoke Tower II, the second tallest building in Bangkok, at their buffet on the 76th floor. Reviews of the food on TripAdvisor where just so-so, and the consensus is that you go because of the view, and the Observation Deck, instead of the dining. Food choices are fairly western with some Thai and Asian options as well. While I would prefer to eat somewhere more authentic to the region (and cheap), this was a welcome change to the usual Silom-area restaurants that we usually go to. Before dinner we of course take a nap. Naps are a staple for me now to be able to survive the nightlife and to keep up with BurBoy. It was 5:30 PM, and I set the alarm at 6:30 PM. I get a decent nap in, dreaming about BurBoy’s thighs wrapped around my neck. Alarm wakes us up and I go in the guest bathroom first to do my business and to shower. No soap down from BurBoy today, lest I be caught up in another sexual soap down. We had plans tonight so we cannot waste any time, although good sex is not wasted time, in my opinion. I clean up and dress up win my last pair of clean underwear and I rummaged through my luggage to see if I can find a shirt that wasn’t stinky. BurBoy emerged from the Master bathroom naked and looking cute. He sees me rummaging and asks if I want to borrow a shirt from him. I ask which one would be good? He looks through his bag and takes out two shirts that look familiar. It was two shirts I remember buying for him in Phuket. I take a blue shirt from the two choices. I guess it was a gift that keeps on giving. We get down to the street and BurBoy hails a taxi to whisk us away to the Baiyoke Sky Tower. I have learned to hang back and let the boys get the taxi for us. Even if I look Thai to some people I know if I utter a word I might get farang pricing. He gets one right away and off we go to Baiyoke. Not much traffic thank goodness and we get there in 15 minutes. Since we get dropped off at the lobby area of the building I do not notice how tall the building really was. BurBoy points up, I look up, and I am amazed how tall the building is (relative to some of the buildings surrounding). A photo from the internet, to get the idea how tall, and phallic, the building is: We look for the right set of elevators that gets us to the top and we get off an intermediate floor where we buy tickets to the dinner. It is around around 750 baht per person for the buffet on the 76th floor. There is a more upscale buffet on a higher floor and it is 1200 baht. I ask BurBoy what he wanted, so he asks the receptionists some questions in Thai about the buffet. He then tells me “750 baht na.” I pay gladly as I am curious to eat at such a high floor and get views of Bangkok, and because BurBoy really really wanted to eat here. We get to the buffet floor and we get greeted by three ladies up front. BurBoy gives our receipt to the ladies and one of them ushers us to our table, which was near this: I see BurBoy salivate at all the seafood on display. This reminds of our seafood food orgies in Phuket. We made sure we ate some type of seafood feast every evening, because it was in large supply in Phuket, and it tasted so fresh and yummy. I can see that sometimes the money I spend on food with BurBoy is enough for a short time tip for a boy. But great food, like great sex, works wonders for the soul, and having that special someone to share the food, and the sex, with you, makes it even more satisfying. We descend on the food. There is a lot to choose from. Seafood, pastas, soups, rice dishes, noodles, sushi, and much more, as well as a healthy variety of desserts. The food itself was so-so to OK, and I was a little disappointed by that, but I think I was expecting something amazing, like the buffet at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, but that might be the 1200 baht one. But it was good enough, there was a lot of it, and BurBoy seemed to not care about anything and devoured everything in sight: He probably came back for fifths or sixths by the time the evening was done. I waited for him and we both got dessert together. There were signs everywhere in the restaurant that warned the customers to not get more food than can be eaten. If there was a lot of leftovers we had to pay them for the food wasted. Between me and BurBoy’s appetities I don’t think there is a problem of that happening. During the meal I took photos of the views. I’m probably burying the lede here. Even better than the food, you go here to dine with such a breathtaking view of Bangkok: We wrap up and inform one of the waiters we are done. He inspects our plates and goes away and comes back with an envelope: I ask BurBoy what it was. He says it was a 100 baht “reward” for customers who are able to finish their meals, and we got one each. This is the first time I’ve ever been to a buffet that rewarded people for finishing all their food, but I’ll take it. I do feel as big as a blimp though. BurBoy then tells me that our Baiyoke evening is not over. He tells me there is an Obervation Deck on the 84th floor. We take the short elevator ride to the deck, and at 9:20 PM there were not a lot of people there. It was a little bit windy up top, and the temperature was a little bit cooler than on the ground, but not cold at all, though I saw some people in jackets. We step out to the main deck and notice that it is a revolving deck, which made the experience a little bit more exciting. The height on top was in the middle of the pack in height of all the observation decks I have been to in my travels. At ~309 meters, it was taller than the top at Coit Tower in San Francisco at 64 meters and the Space Needle in Seattle at 158 meters, which itself had a rotating restaurant near the top. It was close to the heights of the Observation Decks at the Chase Building in Houston at 268 meters, and the Eiffel Tower in Paris at 276.1 meters, but is dwarfed by the Empire State Building Observatory deck in New York at the 369 meters, and the Willis Tower at Chicago at 412.7 meters. I mention these structures because in all of these decks had views that were spectacular. And the view from Baiyoke did not disappoint: I wonder what the view looks like in the daytime, or at sunrise or sunset. It must be spectcular. BurBoy was having a blast looking at the spectacle below. He said he did not recognize the buildings below at this vantage point and darkness. I point to him some familiar landmarks I knew, and he nodded in agreement. We take some selfies, he takes some of me, I take some of him, and he asks a young woman to take a photo of the two of us. As with any photo taken with BurBoy, I will cherish these for a long time. We hang out for a while on the deck, and with the breeze BurBoy decides to put an arm around my waist, not caring about the other people on the deck with us. Everyone was looking at the view anyway, and not at the two horny and satiated boys taking a ton of photos. I tell him about the other observation decks I’ve been to. He has heard of Paris and the Eiffel Tower, and he has heard of New York City but not the Empire State Building, and not much of the others cities or buidlings I mentioned. It’s always interesting to know how much the boys know of what seems to be common knowledge to westerners. It was 9:45 PM and I tell BurBoy it was time for us to go back to Surawong and Soi Twilight to see a boy show at X-Size. He makes fun of me, telling me I always had boys in the brain, and is shocked that he was not enough for me. He was joking of course. He knows that I like seeing boy shows. I’ve seen plenty of Tawan and Dream Boy shows with him, as well as checking out the paltry options Phuket had. So X-Size and their boys, and the night ahead, to be continued…

When I read your comment I thought you had good timing. As showed in the last post I did go to a non-Tawan, Dreamboy, Jupiter bar, which is X-size. Its a curious bar, and I will be going back in December. Any insights on Golden Cock? I am not sure what to make of the bar. Its funny you say that I can be a tour guide for the bars. I feel that I am just starting out with my journey in Thailand and far from being an expert. What does the 2002 stand for? Year of establishment? Number of boys? Minimum tip? Oh good. I haven't heard anything from tourists about feeling gipped that their vacations fell on a monumentally major and sad event in Thailand. Which I guess is a good thing. I think for the most part outsiders understand how much the King meant to the people. Midnight is when the party is just getting started! I had to google who Pepys was, which could just be a reflection of the poor public education I received when I was younger. I hate annoying platitudes as much as the next guy, but "Life is too short" seems to be my mantra these past couple of years now. Can I say that I am really jealous that you work in Bangkok? Though I feel that some of the magic I keep going back to will wear off once I live there 24/7. Its like Las Vegas: its nice to go to once in a while, but I would never live there. I hope I am wrong. Maybe it is paradise, even 24/7. Someday I will learn Thai. It seems like a waste if I am only in the country 8 weeks a year (10 weeks this year). I've often thought about that myself. I am not white, but I am American. Is the farang term only for white people? paulsf has once told me that I get away with many things in Thailand because I am asian. Let me know if there is a term for people with asian heritage but come from western countries. What do they call the Chinese? Haha sure, I guess I have to drag you kicking and screaming to the parties where a thousand of Asia's hottest and most upwardly mobile boys converge in one place where they seem to struggle keeping their shirts on, and their libidos in check. Please check back after November 13 and let me know if the mood has changed in the entertainment venues.

Day 8.4 Take Guy In Thailand “Shower together?” he asks me, his uncut cock flopping as he pulls me his direction, guiding me to the Master bedroom. “What are we doing?” I ask him. “Sex na OK?” This guy. I take off my clothes and join him in the bathroom. I think one of his fetishes is soaping guys up, because sex with him usually starts with showering, me getting soaped up, some hanky-panky in the shower, and then continuing in the bed. And that’s what happens. We get in the shower and he asks me to adjust it to the temperature I like. I am used to taking hot showers, and it is always hotter than what BurBoy likes. So I make it less hot for both of us. The shower always starts with him aiming the water at me (or angling me in the shower) to make my body wet, and he starts soaping me down. He likes a clean workspace, so he concentrates at my crotch and ass area, and makes sure everything is clean. He then rinses me down and then asks me to dry myself with a towel. He then cleans himself (sometimes adjusting the temperature to what he wants), and then joins me in the bedroom. I wait for him in bed. He emerges nake, all clean and nice, his towel on his shoulder. He then says “Massage na?” This was a nice surprise. “Sure if you want.” He asks me to lie on the bed. I lay on my front side and wait for him. I see him take some type of oil from his bag and he goes to the bed. He hesitates and goes to the living room and I hear the aircon stop running. “Too cold na. Maybe hot better.” I say OK, he is in charge of me now. He gets back on the bed, sits on my ass, and starts massaging my back. I would say he is pretty good. He is putting his hands, his body, and his strength to good use. I am feeling relaxed and horny at the same time. He also uses his forearms and body to give me a good body to body massage. He applies more oil and pretty soon we are both pretty slick with the stuff. He works on my ass and thighs for a while before he tells me to lie on my back. As I turn around I see him and his torso and arms glistening with oil. I also see his cock all hard and standing at attention. He gives me a body-to-body massage again, and it quickly turns into grinding our bodies against each other. With the oil and the heat between us, we turn into a body, oil and sweat mass that makes every grind and touch and contact more intense. BurBoy gets into a rhythm and thrusts his groin against mine. He gets into it and works himself up to an orgasm. I feel the hot cum in between our bodies and it joins the oil and sweat already there. He composes himself a bit and kisses me. He then continues to grind, but with one hand wrapped around my cock. He thrusts and jacks me off and pretty soon I cum as well. We kiss for a moment and then I laugh at the realization that we have created a mess between us, and the sheets. BurBoy lies beside me and we collect ourselves from the exertion that just ended. I tell him we should shower. We both shower for the second time today, and I get soaped down again. The boy really knows how to take care of things. We both put on clothes and we relax on the couch. BurBoy turns on the TV and looks for a show he likes. There weren’t many channels available in the condo, and all the channels that were available were Thai channels. He continues flipping channels till he sees a dating show on. “Take Me Out Thailand” he tells me. He explains to me the premise of the show. Basically there is a guy (or girl) who I guess is the “Bachelor” who gets to pick his date or the day from the bevy of babes (or boys) that are contestants in the show. I think there were at least 20 contestants (not too sure about the number). There is a short feature about the “Bachelor” and then a couple of questions are asked of the contestants that will winnow down the eligible contestants for the “Bachelor”. One of the criteria was about a birth months or zodiac signs or something and the contestants were filtered based on the compatibility to the “Bachelor” according to their birth. It was quite interesting, and you don’t really need to understand Thai to know what is going on. It’s pretty formulaic but entertaining anyway. Here is a sample of a show: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU2NesLMlmY BurBoy translates what is being said as best he could. I like this interplay between the show, BurBoy talking and reacting to the show, and his editorializing of what is happening on screen. We watched two “Bachelor” segments. One had a really hot and tall 28 year old guy who owns a clothing business. Another had a Japanese guy who owned a chain of restaurants in Bangkok who talked in broken Thai. He was not as adorable as the 28 year old hot guy before him, but he was rich and tall and kind of cute. BurBoy then explains to me that there is now a gay version of Take Me Out Thailand, called “Take Guy Out Thailand”. After the show we go on my computer and fire up YouTube to watch a segment. We watch this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeZLL1ql_MY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2Z9-H9JxY0 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uektSwqc1c Quite entertaining, and another reason that I need to learn Thai. One common thread in all of the shows was all the “Bachelors” were fair-skinned and tall. One distinct difference between BurBoy and Cambodia Boy (CB), apart from the obvious things of course, is that BurBoy has fully intergrated into Thai culture. He speaks the language fluently, gets mistaken for Thai all the time, and has lived in Thailand longer than he has in Myanmar. Contrasting that with CB, who hates speaking Thai but knows it is a necessity to live and work in the country, and his customer base is 50% Thai as well, so knowing the language makes a whole lot of business sense. CB has also only been a money boy in Jomtien for a little more than two years now, and still prefers Cambodia over Thailand, and goes to Battambang every chance he gets. This makes BurBoy uniquely equipped to be a great companion in Thailand. He knows enough of the country, the culture, and the language to be a source of knowledge as a tour guide, but still has an outsider perspective that would be beneficial for farang outsiders as well. I am eager to see how BurBoy fares in Myanmar with me, when I spend time with him in Yangon and Bagan in December. It’s now 3 PM, and enough relaxing in front of the TV and computer has us hankering for something more physical. Having just had sex, we decide on going to the gym and then having a little dip in the pool after, just like yesterday. BurBoy takes the remaining two Meiji Protein chocolate drink in the refrigerator and gives one to me. I heat up a mug of coffee so I have caffeine for the workout as well. After finishing our drinks we head out to the mim-gym in the condo and see that no one is there using it, so we are able to workout together again. No shirtless workout picture taking this time. I did a lot of cardio and then some biceps and chest exercises, and BurBoy does his usual full body circuit which makes his body taut and lean and muscular. After an hour of this exertion we head back to the room and towel off. BurBoy suggests we wash up a little bit in the shower before using the pool. We do just that, and wear our swimsuits (mine some trunk shorts I got in Phuket, him a speedo he got in Silom night Market), and then wrap towels around our waists and head over to the pool. The pool was a little bit warmer today which made the whole dip relaxing and comforting. The physical exertions of sex and exercising melted away in the small pool and the warm company of a boy who loves me. Why can’t life be like this everyday? Maybe because it does not happen to me everyday that I appreciate this moment more. I work hard and bust my tail at the office so I can spend 8 weeks a year to relax and get pampered like this. I’ll take that versus not being able to do it at all. Sometimes I envy the retired among you that can do this every single day. Among the pros and cons of getting older, that probably is a pro I would love to have the most. Like yesterday, today was definitely a day to relax and not care about doing anything. Except the sex of course, that’s always on the menu. Oh, and except eating yummy food, that’s another thing BurBoy and I have in common, so we will definitely do that. And maybe see a boy show tonight, that’s always going to be something I want to do when I am here. These three things will always be a part of my Bangkok holiday. Sometimes all three happens with the same boy: I go to a show, get a boy, eat with him in one of the late-night restaurants still open or a nice food stall, and have fantastic sex with him to end the day. With BurBoy, I get two, and the boy show would be the wildcard. So with the amazing sex quota filled for the day, the food and boy show part still needs to happen today. I already knew where I wanted to go for a gogo show. Tonight, I wanted to check out X-Size, a bar on Soi Twlight that I have never been to before. Dream Boy and Hot Male are my go-to’s in the Soi, and I never could quite make it to the very end of the Soi to visit X-Size. So I think tonight is the night. As for the food part, BurBoy wanted to go check out the Buffet at a super high-rise that had amazing views. He has shown me photos online of the food, the views, and the features of the high-rise, so I was sold on the idea, even if the price for dinner was a little bit pricey. So food, and the X-Size boy show, on the next installment. To be continued…

anddy, are you going to the White Party this December? I bought tickets a few months ago, and I read on their Facebook that it is still on because the event is after the 30-day mourning period, but I wonder what the vibe will be. Will it be scaled back? I am thinking of extending my Myanmar trip by a day and skipping the first day of the White Party. I am also curious what the vibe is at DJ Station and G.O.D. these days, and after mourning. Thanks ronnie4you. I hope you enjoyed the latest post which is devoted to the little white lies I have tell to get what I want. I feel kind of weird writing about it now and openly admitting to lying to BurBoy, who I love dearly. I will have no problem if he was squeezing one in too, and with his enormous sex drive, I can certainly understand that. I will be spending more time with him this December, and might tell him the truth, just to clear the air, and for the health of my conscience. The risk is losing him of course. We shall see. Thanks for the support. You guys are awesome. I also got a lot of private messages of support as well. I'm a big boy and can handle the criticism (sometimes its the best advice you can ever get), but I am more puzzled about why there are people who are just so bitter and hostile to certain people they don't know. Life is just too short to be so negative. Or maybe I just have a naturally optimistic outlook in life. Or maybe I am just naive. Or maybe this U.S. Presidential Election is just getting on my last nerve. Thank you for the kind words. I guess this means I have to finish this thread lol.

Day 8.0: Little Farang Lies I thought I’d end the previous day’s report on a wholesome note, and not the usual way I do where we get home and BurBoy is immediately hard and I have to take care of it. But this is a recurring theme for BurBoy. I get a private moment with him and he is immediately turned on. If I sound like I am complaining, I am not. Its actually refreshing to be with someone whose sex drive is a couple of notches more voracious above mine. Having been with my BF for many years, I’ve known that my libido is no match for him, and I am fine with that. Now that I have a boy on the other extreme, so I should not complain as well. After D.J. Station last night, we leisurely strolled along Silom and enjoy the quietness of the perpetually busy street. Silom, at least as long as I have been going to it, has always been eternally busy. When I wake up in certain mornings I encounter an already busy street full of office goers and kiosk vendors and the infamous traffic. At night it turns into a busy market filed with tourists, with sidewalks that are almost impassable due to the shops and the customers who buy the cheap goodies at the market. And later into the night it gets the foot traffic of the nocturnal party-goers who take advantage of Silom’s excellent and racy nightlife. But now, at 2:30 A.M., it is quiet, the sidewalks are almost empty, except for the odd reveler or a resilient food vendor. And the taxis that are waiting to whisk the revelers away to their expensive hotels line the road. BurBoy fills the quiet with a hot-button question: “Why you no have boyfriend?” I was a little taken aback by the questions. I stop walking and think about my answer. I have a confession to make: I have not told BurBoy about my long-time BF. Generally, I am fairly honest with money boys I take a fancy to. If they know I am committed, they know not to ask to be my boyfriend. But BurBoy is staying with me in a non-money boy capacity, and it is quite possible that he is with me because he actually likes me for me, and not for my money. Okay maybe a little bit for my money, because I pay for everything when we hang out, but if it was just for the money he would certainly have better choices out there. I do feel that if he knew I had a boyfriend, he wouldn’t want to be as intimate with me as he has been. And I crave for the intimacy he gives me. So I my answers are: I am very busy with my job (true). I travel a lot for work and vacation (very true). I don’t have time for a long-time boyfriend (baldfaced lie). “You don’t want boyfriend now?” No (well, I don’t want another boyfriend at least). I am having fun with you now so I like being single (half true). “Do you want to be my boyfriend.” If I live in Bangkok, yes absolutely (probably true, I haven’t thought about it). But now I no live here so can not (I am being honest). “OK, you my boyfriend now. When you go away we no more boyfriend.” OK! I like that! (absolutely true). I hate lying, but there is something about being in a different time zone, different country, and different persona that somehow made it easier to lie. I’m pretty sure the streets of Bangkok are lined with lies. How many money boys have told their customers they are “hansum man” without meaning it? How many customers have promised that they will come back to and financially support a boy? Out of all this, one thing I know is for sure, my love and affection for BurBoy is genuine. My dilemma last trip was “To butterfly or not to butterfly?” and the answer was to stay with the boy I love. This trip, “The more things change, the more they stay the same,” meant that though I have changed boys, more or less I have stayed true to the one I am with. Sidenote: I wanted to title this post "Little White Lies", but I am not white, so "Little Farang Lies" might be a little bit more appropriate. My love and affection for BurBoy extends to sex, naturally. He has been game to be intimate with me from Day 1 this trip, and it was my duty to at least make him feel good for his attention and care of me. We get back to the condo and again he wants to top me, so he does. I took it better than last time, maybe because I knew what it was, how it felt, and how big, it was I was getting into. I am still not a “natural” bottom, but now can at least be better at it for BurBoy. The things I do for love. Bottoming is hard, so I sleep till 11:30 AM. I wake up with no alarm and I quietly get off the bed, trying not to wake the boy. As much as I want to wake him up and his raging hard-on, I need a break. My ass was still sore from the calisthenics from last night and I thought I’d luxuriate for a while and let BurBoy sleep. I close the Master bedroom door a little bit and I take my underwear, put it on and go to the kitchen. I take a mug out of the pantry and fill it with water, and put it in the microwave to heat it up. I take up one of those instant coffee mixes that had creamer and sugar in it and made me some coffee. These instant coffee mixes are usually overly sweet, but had enough caffeine to make it worth it. I sit down on the couch and then I take my laptop and check some emails for a little bit and then look at news back home. News about the U.S. Presidential Election season is depressing me somewhat. I wonder how nice it would be to stay in Bangkok till November 9 to avoid all this mess. I look at porn instead. Much better. I enjoy my coffee and my short time of solitude. After a few minutes BurBoy emerges from the bedroom, wearing his briefs, looking for me. He finds me and asks if I was OK. I say yes I was, why I wouldn’t be? He said I wasn’t in bed maybe I had a problem. I said I wanted him to sleep more and didn’t want to disturb him. He sits beside me and looks at my laptop and sees the porn. “You want sex na?” I tell him maybe, but now I wanted to eat because I was hungry. It was the truth but part of me wanted to delay the sex till later today. I look for something to wear for breakfast and realize that I do not have any clean t-shirts anymore, and just a last pair of clean underwear. Eight days in SE Asia, changing shirts and shorts after the long sweaty days, sometimes changing 2 or 3 times a day, has exhausted my supply of fresh clothes. I could buy new stuff at the various night market kiosks that line Silom, or we can go to Chatuchak market today as it was a weekend day, but I don’t want to buy more clothes as I have plenty already back home. If I buy more I may start throwing clothes away. Dream Boy Thai guy (DTG) will like that. He told me to bring with me some clothes I never use anymore. I may do that in the future. I tell BurBoy that I do not have clean clothes anymore and he suggests we look for a laundry nearby. I have my usual laundry place in Pattaya but I never had to look for one in the Silom area. I do a smell test and choose a t-shirt that wasn’t stinky and wear it. BurBoy wears the same t-shirt he has been wearing for two days and he smells amazing. How he does that is always a mystery. We head out of the condo and BurBoy asks the condo guard where we can get laundry done that was close to where we are. The guard didn’t seem to know where to go on Surawong so we walk towards Rama IV to look for breakfast and laundry. BurBoy suggests we go to Bunfe Café again because he liked the creamy ham pasta dish he had yesterday. They had vey good coffee so I didn’t object to it. On the way we see this tailor shop that had a laundry sign outside: I point this out to BurBoy. We cross the street and go inside. The nice man inside (Indian?) greeted us in English. BurBoy quickly speaks to him in Thai. They talk for a bit and then BurBoy nods to him and takes me so we can go out in the street. He tells me that I can get my laundry done here. They charge by the kilo and can have the clothes ready by tomorrow morning. Its nice to have someone who can just take charge like that and get things done. We get to Bunfe and we order the same things from yesterday. We eat our breakfast heartily and talk about what we can do today. BurBoy tells me that he wants to go to the gym again and then get in the pool. He also tells me that he can try to give me a massage after the pool and then we can take a nap after. I ask him if sex was involved in the scenario. I get an energetic nod and he says “If massage no sex, no good na.” That is logic I can get behind for sure. I get a coffee to go and we walk back to the condo. The condo had clean towels in a plastic laundry bag so I used the bag to put all my stinky clothes in. I see that most of the clothes I brought were clothes bought in previous trips to Bangkok. If I keep coming to this city, pretty soon all my clothes will be from Bangkok. BurBoy takes the bag and we head out to Hilton Tailors. BurBoy hands the bag and the vendor weighs it. He says something to BurBoy and then writes us up a receipt. BurBoy takes the receipt, hands it to me for safekeeping, and we leave to go back to the condo. He tells me the bag was worth 350 baht and we can pick the bag up around 10 AM tomorrow. 350 baht for a whole new wardrobe is more preferable than buying more clothes I don't need. We get back to the condo. As I take out the condo security card to open the door, BurBoy immediately takes off his shirt. We are not even in the room and he already wants to get naked. I open the door and he rushes in and takes off his shoes and then his shorts and underwear. Naked, he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. To be continued…

Day 7.7 Hey Mr DJ, put a record on. I wanna dance with my baby. I have been out dancing with Myanmar Boy (BurBoy) before. So as we leave Soi Twilight I know what he wanted to do before we dance our asses off. BurBoy announces that if he was going to dance all night, we better we get something to eat first. I thought that was a good idea. He was like me, a person with a huge appetite for food, and for sex. After the show in Dream Boy I see that the Soi is in full swing with a lot of people drinking in the bars and walking around. We make our way to Silom Rd. by crossing Surawong with my usual abandon. BurBoy tries to restrain me as some cars barrel through the road. It’s so easy to get carried away in Bangkok, especially in Silom, flitting from one bar to another. It’s a wonder that I am still alive after 11 trips. We go through Soi Thaniya and see that it is also in full swing. Unlike Soi Twilight, the Soi is wide and spacious. I’ve always found it interesting that there is a Japanese section for the girl bars in Bangkok. I wonder if there is a Japanese section for boy bars, or are there just not enough of them for this to be profitable. We make a left as we head to the direction of D.J. Station, our destination tonight. BurBoy was in the mood for street food so he started perusing the kiosks on Silom. He would look at the food at each kiosk and would sometimes stop and talk to the vendor to see if they had what he wanted. We get almost to Rama IV Road before he sees a vendor with photos of the food he likes: He talks to the lady vendor about her food, and then she gives him the menu. He looks at it before giving it to me so I can take a look. It was a usual menu I usually see with street food vendors. It’s pages with giant pictures of the food, with a caption in Thai and sometimes in English. After looking at it I decide on two things, and BurBoy decides on two things as well. He explains our choices to the lady, no doubt telling the lady to make some of the dishes not too spicy for my bland farang taste buds. We sit down at one of the tables that were by the vendor. BurBoy immediately takes the fan that was plugged in a cord connected somewhere, and aims it at me. It was sort of warm, and we were about to eat spicy food, so he knows I will need some type of air circulation. My boys know me. He sits down with me to wait for the food and I take a photo of Silom Rd, the BTS, and the sidewalk at 12 midnight: We were in the quieter part of Silom because we were close to Rama IV, and away from the night market somewhat, so it was tamer. After 10 minutes of talking and making kissy faces with each other, the vendor calls on BurBoy to tell him some of the dishes are ready. He waits: He takes the dishes to our table as they become ready. We chose Tom Yum, Chicken with Basil, Shrimp Omelet, and a Seafood Salad and Soup thing I forgot what was called: We dig in, and wild dogs could not tear us away from the deliciousness that we were partaking in. Everything tasted so good, and was really what we both wanted tonight. We talk, we laugh, he wipes some sweat off my forehead, and just enjoy the feast. I pay for the meal (650 baht with waters), and head off to dancing. It was 12:30 PM and we were energized from the dinner. We head over to the direction of Silom Soi 2 and the sidewalks are filled with people and activity. We go in the Soi and take out our IDs (California Driver’s License for me, Myanmar International Worker’s I.D. for BurBoy) and get it checked by the bouncers. We then go through the metal detector security thing (I’ve never heard it beep ever) and join the throngs of revelers currently in the premises. There are a bunch of bars and dancefloors in the premises with different kinds of things happening in each. Some had people lounging in bar tables, one had a ladyboy performance, others were dancing in the small dancefloors in other bars. But of course the central part of the party compound is D.J. Station, the ultra-famous gay dance club, and that was where most of the revelers in the compound were here to visit. I’ve seen it on slow days before, which is usually on a rainy weeknight at low season, but now it's Friday night, the weather was fine, and the club was busy. We get in line with the others to get in the club. I pay 600 baht for both of us, which includes two drink tickets for each person. We get in and we are immediately enveloped in a sea of boys. I wish I was taller. We go to the closest bar in the first floor and we get our drinks (rum and coke and gin and tonic) and find a spot where we can people watch. I take a photo of the revelry: The music was the usual amazing latest dance pop/EDM/house music that every gay boy knows by heart. The lights, colors and ambiance in the club were great. And the boys, and there were a lot of them, were, for the most part, hot. Everyone was having a good time, either dancing to the beat, watching the boys dance, or talking to each other and catching up. I always love going here, though I don’t usually get to come here every trip. I have gone here with my BF before and enjoyed how much he got hit on by some of the boys. Being an adorable tall white drink of water will do that. I have been here with my American friends and the vibe is strikingly similar to the clubs back home, except that the drinks are cheaper, the dance floor busier, and the boys hotter. Sometimes I have gone alone, oftentimes to check out a Grindr hookup before doing the deed later in the night. Sometimes I just come here for the hell of it to check out the scene and not have an agenda. But most of all, I like going here with the boys I like the best. Cambodia Boy (CB) had a blast coming here and he got to dance his little heart out. One former Dream Boy regular I used to have a lot of long time offs before was also a regular companion for me. I’ve been here with BurBoy before and I always have a blast going here with him. We decide to get closer to the platform where most of the hot boys were dancing. We find an empty spot close to the stairs. We settle in and I take more photos: We couldn’t stand it any longer. We hurriedly finish our drinks and get on the dance floor to dance. BurBoy takes off his shirt as he usually does because he sweats a lot when he dances. I enjoy watching him bump and boogie to the beat and see his perfect torso glisten with the laser lights kissing his body. He keeps me close, as always, with a hand on me the whole time. He gives me little kisses, pecks in the cheek, or a deep smooch. In a club of 300 or so boys, he has a way to make the whole experience intimate. I take a photo of the disco mirror ball, acting more of an embellishment than the central part of the club: We are thirsty again so we head over to the stairs and look for the second floor bars. We get same same drinks and hang out for a while just people watching. We see a smattering of young and old farang in the premises, but 85% of the revelers were Asian. BurBoy takes a few selfies of himself, some with me, and some just me. He asks a boy nearby to take our photo. He shows me the photo and we actually look good in it. He Lines me the photos and he sends it to his friends as well. Unlike CB he does not Facebook any of our activities. We make a circuit in the second floor, checking out the different parts of the club and loved people watching as well. We get towards the back of the club were the music wasn’t as loud and we were able to have a nice conversation while finishing out drinks. We check out some of the boys as well, and BurBoy would have a remark once in a while of a boy he found cute. We head back to the front of the club and I take more photos: I love going to this vantage point in the club and just gawk at the boys. Its nice to just take in the moment and see everyone without a care in the world. We all get to be boys again tonight. We were deciding what to do next when a cute young farang goes to me, takes my right hand puts something in the palm of my hand and closes my hand to form a ball. He then says “Have fun tonight!” and kisses me and BurBoy in the cheek, and then leaves with his friends. BurBoy asks if I knew him, I tell him I didn’t. I open my hand and see that the boy gave me two drink tickets. We get more booze! It was our night. We get our third drink at the second floor bar and talk about our good fortune. BurBoy holds me close, and tries to communicate to me how much appreciates being here tonight, without saying a word. As we wrap up our night we count our lucky stars that we get to spend time together in a place that embraces us. With 300 new best friends, we all toast and celebrate the night filled with so much promise and potential. Tomorrow, for most of us, we have to go back to our real lives and deal with a harsher and less forgiving world. But for a night, for a few hours, 300 of us get to be ourselves, or at least what we strive to be, and celebrate our love for each other.

What's your problem FossilGay? I've met enough posters in real life to for them to vouch for me. It's unsolicited bashing like this that make me just to keep my experiences to myself. Regardless, great post Goldmember! Keep sharing!

While I do not have a personal connection to recent events (I grew up in the US), I've been talking to some Thai friends (free and money boys, living in Thailand or immigrated to the U.S., 19 to 60 years old) about their own thoughts about this. The reactions have varied from utter devastation to complete indifference, but the common thread is that (a) they, even the indifferent ones, have friends and family saddened by this loss and (b) they all feel that he was a good man and this is a huge loss for the country. Maybe it is overzealous, maybe it isn't, but I want to balance my feelings of respect with my desire to continue sharing the stories right away (and move on to planning the next trip in two months). I am human after all. Thanks for being patient guys . ggobkk thanks for sharing. It must be interesting to be in Bangkok during this time. I won't wait a full month, maybe a week. We'll see how it goes. I agree that I will need relief after these elections. Its getting on my last nerve. I don't know how I can stand any more of this for another 3 weeks. Which leaves me more in awe of how Thailand seems to be united in mourning the passing of their beloved King. Its refreshing to see (even in such sad circumstances), especially compared to how divided our country currently is. Thanks for the patience . Yup, this confirms what most of my friends are saying. I actually asked BurBoy (now working in BKK), CB (back working in Jomtien) and DTG (in BKK and has had an interesting change in his life) what they felt on The Day the King Died, and got some interesting responses. Maybe I'll share this with you someday.

Well, I have most of the posts written up, but feel that posting my smutty stories now would seem like disrespect in light of recent events. What is the grace period for these things? I don't want to be rude.

Day 7.4: Another Dream Boy I think I’ve forgotten to sleep without having sex before. Another nap induced by cumming. I wake up and again I forget where I was or who I was with. I look at the time and it was 9 PM. I think for a minute as to what I was doing tonight, and who I was doing tonight. The boy next to me sits up and asks “Wake up, na?” That distinctive voice and unique accent was a clue. I look at him and his eyes were big and wide. Those eyes can only be Myanmar Boy (BurBoy). I pull him towards me to kiss him. He kisses me passionately and then lays on top of me. I feel his crotch and again he is hard. Man he is one horny boy. I think my libido is pretty healthy but it is still pales in comparison to a constantly horny 22 year old. I tell him I wanted to go back to Hot Male today to see paulsf and maybe some other GayThailand forum members. He asked if we can go dance at a club tonight. I tell him of course but I wanted to see a boy show before dancing. It looks like I wasn’t going to be able to off any boy in a boy bar the rest of this trip, but nothing is stopping me from seeing a boy show every night. I think the plan is to go to Hot Male and say hi to the forum members, see a boy show, maybe Dream Boy, since it was just next door, and then go to D.J. Station to get our boogie on. I tell BurBoy to shower first and then I’ll join him. He asks if we can do together. I think about it for a minute and then say that he should go alone. I am sure sex will be in the agenda again if I join him and I kind of don’t want my dick to fall off from having too much sex at the moment. While he was in the bathroom I looked at work emails for a bit. I use the other bathroom and do my business and then shower and style my hair etc. While we try on a few shirts for the night, I ask him again why he does not work in a gogo bar. Before moving in with his farang, he worked at a restaurant, one that paid him only 5000 baht a month. He gets tips from customers once in a while but of course these tips were tiny compared to the tips a boy gets for a short or long time off. I tell him: He is gorgeous, has a knockout body, great cock and ass, and a healthy libido. Why not work at a gogo bar for a few months? He says he doesn’t like working in a gogo bar because it is hard work. He thinks he cannot have sex on demand with just anyone. He uttered a phrase that stuck with me when he first uttered it to me when I asked him the same question, this time in Line, a few months ago: He distills the entirety of the work of a money boy to just four words: “I wait customer cum.” He says that the few customers he has gotten on the apps, the goal was the same: he has to do what it takes to get the customer to cum. He elaborates that at least on Grindr when he gets customers he can choose the guy, or reject a guy, in the safe confines of his phone. But the money boy work is just not for him, so that’s why restaurant work was good enough for him for a while. He understands that he can get a lot of money if he worked at a gogo bar, but he does dream about going back to Myanmar and making his way there. Just like Cambodia Boy (CB) needing a scooter to take him out of the business, and Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG), paying down his debt that could take him out of Dream Boy, BurBoy has gotten enough money in the two+ months he stayed with his farang so he can relocate in Myanmar and start a new life. We both choose to wear t-shirts, shorts and tennis shoes to the bar. This is one of the things I like about BurBoy. He wears the same clothes as me. I don’t stick out like a sore thumb. We head down to Surawong Rd and head towards Soi Twilight. BurBoy takes my hand and we walk holding hands down Surawong Rd. It was kind of warm tonight with the rains not coming. It was almost 10 PM when we get to the Soi. We spot paulsf right away at the Hot Male beer bar and we say our hellos. paulsf then looks at the fellow farang next to him and he points to me: “It’s him!” he says to his friend. I introduce myself as numazu and he says the he is ggobkk. Another forum member. I was glad and shook his hand. We talk a little bit and got some compliments from them about my writing. You guys are so nice. We order drinks (rum and coke and a beer). So I will let ggobkk talk about the night (from his own trip report): I never think about BurBoy being publicly affectionate to me until I read it from ggobkk’s report. Why yes he is very publicly affectionate. He always has a hand connected to me. Be it a hand in my hand, his shoulder leaned over to me, or an arm around me. I talk to paulsf and ggobkk for a while, and we were surrounded by Viet boys, but the whole time BurBoy was a constant presence, holding my hand, hugging me once in a while, or putting an arm on my thigh. It was almost 10:30 PM and it was time for the both of us to see half-naked boys strut their stuff at Dream Boy. I bid paulsf and ggobkk goodbye and thanked them for their company. I bid ggobkk good luck on his travels and tell paulsf that I will see him later. I take BurBoy’s hand and we head over to Dream Boy. A couple of touts pretty much lift us up to the stairs that leads to Dream Boy. It was almost 10:30 PM on a Friday night, and as expected, the place was packed with customers. It was probably 80% Asian customers, with a smattering of old and younger farang also in attendance. My familiar mamasan sees me right away and immediately looks for good seats for us. He finds one free space in one of the first row benches near the stage. There were two customers that weren’t together and there was a space in between them. The mamasan takes a chair and puts it next to the row. He then asks the customer at the end of the row to sit on the chair. He does and we sit in between the customers. I kind of felt bad for the farang that was displaced but he seemed to be OK with it. The mamasan asks what we wanted to drink (rum and coke and gin and tonic), and pretty soon we get our drinks. The show has not started yet and (seemingly) a hundred boys were onstage in really fetching white underwear and advertising their wares. DTG was not there tonight, but two former offs were there. I point them out to BurBoy, telling him that I offed them in the past. Both of the boys were muscular and tall. He asks “They lady for you?” Yes, they bottomed for me. “Sure?” Yes. I guess tall muscular boys weren’t supposed to be bottoms. I assured BurBoy that they weren’t very good. He tells me “You no need them, na. You have me, na.” I say yes, I don’t need them anymore. Boys everywhere and not a drop to drink. The mamasan gets my attention and points to the boys and asks me “What boy you want tonight?” I tell him I am not getting anyone tonight because I was with my “boyfriend.” He looks at both at us and puts two fingers together and asks “Boyfriend?” I say yes we are together. He gives me an incredulous look, probably due to my history of offing one guys after another here, but he smiles and says he understands and leaves us alone. The lights dim to signify that the show is about to start, and the boys onstage scatter like cockroaches after someone turns on the basement light. The familiar warnings about not using your cellphone while the show was going on was uttered. I always get a kick out of when the farang owner says his spiel. DTG has told me that maybe the owner wants to retire soon, but has no one to turn over the bar to. DTG knows that the owner has a shitload of money enough to stop supervising the bar a long time ago, but he is still here. DTG suspects that he continues to be an active part of the bar because he pities the boys and wants to make sure that they are taken cared of. He does not know what will happen to the boys if he quits Dream Boy. I bet most, if not all the bars in Thailand are operated like a family business. I bet you get more loyalty and a better work product if you treat your employees like family. The show starts and all the familiar numbers come. I did notice that while the numbers were new, the boys were a little bit more attractive than before. In a previous trip, while watching the Dream Boy Show, a farang friend of mine remarked that some of the dancers were “unfortunate looking” and had no business being in a gogo boy bar. Looking at the dancers now, at least even the least attractive ones were at least average looking, and one or two were actually very good looking and muscular. As usual they start with their big cock show, and there were probably 25 to 30 boys who paraded with their cocks out, some wrapped in condoms, and some without. I, of course, loved being as close to the stage as we were, as the cocks were literally waved in front of our faces. The boy dances were pretty much the same, which was kind of a bummer. Same “Magic Mike” cowboy striptease featuring one of the “non-offable” gorgeous guy and three other guys. Same dance with five dancers in g-strings that were taken away to reveal hard-ons. Same dance of six guys, under a black light, with artistically painted neon figures painted on their naked bodies. I wish they mix it up a bit and change their numbers. Or maybe I go to this bar too much. BurBoy was again intently observing the nakedness of the boys, occasionally commenting on “Very big cock” or “One pack tummy” or “Why he work here.” Half the entertainment for me was listening to his comments. The non-boy numbers were also predictable. There were two comedy skits by the five lady boys with varying degrees of beauty and fitness. First one was a beauty pageant, the next one was a comedy skit with audience participation. They asked this really hot Taiwanese customer to participate. It was nice to see the boy overcome his shyness and actually fully commit to the skit. And it was nice to see him get into compromising positions while the lady boys try to molest him. I hope they comped him his drink for that humiliation. The only thing that changed was probably the very elaborate dance numbers by their resident dancers. And no, these were not just like the boy dancers, they seem to be “professional” dancers because they can execute their choreography pretty well. And the choreography was pretty good as well. The costumes are very elaborate, and one of the two numbers featuring wire-flying. I do worry about the safety of these dancers while using the wire. When was the last time that wire had a safety inspection? These are the things that go through my head when I frequent a gay bar too much. The show ends and the boys go back onstage. It was 11:45 PM when it ends. I call on the mamasan to get our bill. The call for the show continuing downstairs at Boys Bangkok was being announced. I pay the 800 baht for two drinks. I give 50 baht as a tip to the mamasan. BurBoy and the mamasan talk for a short while in Thai as we leave. I guess its D.J. Station time. To be continued…

Day 7.0: BurBoy with the Good Hair* Today was the day to do nothing. I love filling my vacations with countless activities to rack up at the memories. But sometimes, you just need to do nothing. Recharge the batteries. Stop and smell the roses. This was the day for it. Actually this might be the next four days for it. I plan on just hanging out with my Myanmar Boy (BurBoy) and bask in his love. So no alarms set this morning. I was staying at an AirBNB condo, so no cleaning ladies to knock at our door to ask us if we needed the room cleaned. It was my chance to get a full 8 hours or more of rest. And I do, waking up at 12:15 PM, feeling refreshed, and very hungry. I look to my right and see BurBoy, all curled up and under the covers, cold from the condo’s aircon. I always want the room cooler than what my current partner’s is comfortable with, but that’s what thick comforters are for. I slowly wake him up by the only way I know how. I start stroking his cock, big even asleep, and it grows to the thickness I have been used to. I swim under the covers and put the cock in my mouth. After 2 minutes my jaw couldn’t take it anymore and I stop chowing down on his dick. I look up and he has his eyes still closed. He then says “Hello, baby.” And then giggles. “What you want? You want sex?” I say maybe. He throws away the covers and reveals his perfect body and hard cock. He moves closer to kiss me. We have a quick but passionate chuck-wow session to take care of our morning wood. We wipe down and clean up. I tell him I was really hungry. We get dressed and get ready to head out for breakfast. I was feeling some eggs and bacon this morning, and a coffee would probably be heavenly as well. I whip out my phone and look for a café that had these things. It was almost 1 PM so not everyone was serving breakfast anymore. BurBoy tells me to stop looking at my phone and just “look outside for eat.” I can’t argue with this kind of common sense. I go to my bathroom and brush my teeth and we are on our way out the door. We get on Surawong Rd and head in the direction to Soi Twilight and start hunting for food. We find a nice café at the other side of the street called Bunfe Café. It looked fairly modern so this may work for my cravings this morning. We head inside and the décor would fit any other café in the USA: We order at the counter and sit down. The cashier/waiter was pretty cute and young and tall. I get the American breakfast that had a croissant with butter, ham, sausages and an egg. BurBoy gets a pasta dish with cream sauce and ham. I get my coffee and he gets two kinds of juices. While we wait for our food we see that there were three Thai ladies sitting in the corner table having a meeting and sipping coffee. On the other side of the café there was a farang couple eating their breakfast. We get out drink orders first, but it takes some time to get our food, but it was worth it: BurBoy complains “Why long?” I tell him I had no idea. We both dig in and savor the food. We have a pleasant conversation about Cambodia and Myanmar. He tells me that he finds the sound of the Khmer language funny. He says a few words in Khmer, in perfect tone and cadence and I was impressed. He says that its funny how jagged and guttural most Khmer sentences sound. I ask him why he was familiar with this. He says he lived with a Khmer roommate for a few months and he would be exposed to lengthy Khmer phone calls that his roommate had with his Khmer friends and family. He says he finds his own language more soothing and smooth sounding. I tell him I want to do some errands today. I wanted to get a haircut, and I told him that he was more than welcome to get one himself. He asks where will I go for a haircut. I tell him my favorite has always been Cutey and Beauty in Thaniya Plaza. I like going to this salon, because you can go here for not just a haircut, but also your waxing, manicure and pedicure and foot massage needs. I usually go the morning after I arrive from America for some much needed pampering. I get a fresh haircut, maybe a mani and pedi, and sometimes a foot massage and a facial. At their website at http://cuteyandbeauty.com/service.php they have a couple of “Jet Lag” specials obviously marketed to the upmarket farang. The prices are not cheap, but for the visiting farang, it is still cheaper than comparable service back home. We finish our food and drinks, and I tell BurBoy I am still hungry. He laughs and says he was a little hungry as well. I tell him we will have something to eat later. I pay up for the meals (600 baht total) and we make our way to Thaniya Plaza. Walking through Soi Thaniya is always a treat. It always looks different in the day as it does at night. We head into the building and take the escalators up to the 3rd floor to the Cutey and Beauty floor. We go through the golf supply stores and kiosks that litter the floor. It was BurBoy’s first time in this plaza so he was curiously scanning the area. He looks at the merchandise and looks me and asks “What is golf?” I point to some photos and explain what golf was. He asks if I played golf. I said I didn’t, but maybe in the future. We get to Cutey and Beauty and there were no customers. We both get greetings in Thai and I answer in English. I asked for a haircut, and told the barber that BurBoy needed one as well. BurBoy talks to him in Thai and they exchange a few sentences before one of the helpers asked me if I wanted water. I said no I was good, but BurBoy answered and he was given a bottled water. I tell BurBoy he should be first, so one of the helpers leads him to the sinks in the back to wash his hair. He emerges with a towel on his head, and sits down to start the haircut. After a few directions from BurBoy, the barber starts cutting his hair. BurBoy then has a jovial conversation with the barber in Thai. I had no idea what they were talking about, but it was clear that the barber was enjoying his conversation with BurBoy. I know BurBoy can charm the pants off just about anyone, and his personality is one of his main strengths. The helpers were listening in to the conversation. He gets a trendy cut, and having a fresh haircut makes him look even younger than he already does. He gets his hair washed again to get rid of the stray hair and he gets his hair styled by the barber. It was my turn and after getting my hair washed as well, the barber asks me what I wanted. I begin telling him, and BurBoy chimes in, in Thai, what he thought I liked. I have had a haircut with BurBoy before in Phuket, so he probably remembered how I liked it. The barber does a good job making me look human, and BurBoy did a good job describing how I wanted my hair. Wash, rinse, style. I pay up (400 baht X2), and give the barber a 100 baht tip. The barber wais and BurBoy says his Thai goodbyes and we leave. BurBoy complimented me on my new haircut and kissed my cheek. BurBoy tells me that they thought I was Thai. He said they were talking about me for a bit and he explained that I was American and we were “boyfriends” and we knew each other for almost a year now. They were curious about him as well and asked him if he belonged to any bar and he said no and told them what he did. He assured me that they didn’t say anything bad about me or judged me in any way. I thanked him for saying kind things about me and for explaining what kind of haircut I liked. We walk back to the condo and talk about what we wanted to do today. I tell him I had no plans today so if he wanted to do something let me know. He says he wanted to check out the gym and the pool at the condo. I tell him this sounded great. We go by one of the 7-11’s on the way and get some snacks and waters. BurBoy shows me a Meiji chocolate protein drink, I tell him good idea because we are going to the gym. He shows me some frozen dinners that he thought we could heat up in the microwave at the condo. I point to a chicken and basil with rice, and he gets a shrimp omelette with rice. We pay up and he carries all the bags for me. We get back to the room and change to gym clothes. I wore a sleeveless moisture wicking shirt, gym shorts and tennis shoes. He wears a tank top, his normal shorts and his tennis shoes as well. We open up our protein drinks and start drinking it on the way to the gym. We get to the floor where the pool and gym were and it turns out they were by the offices where we met the receptionist lady. I did not notice the pool there before. It was 3 PM on a Friday, and there was no one in the pool or the gym. The gym was fairly small, but it was good enough for two people working out together (website photo): We start doing weights and working out and BurBoy works up a sweat. He takes off his tank top AND shorts and works out in his speedos, which he had underneath his shorts. I was not complaining, of course. His tan body and muscular frame looked good tense and straining while working those weights. I had no choice but take pictures, of course. It was my moral obligation to record this kind of beauty for posterity. He posed, with and without dumbells in his hands. I can’t show you guys any of the photos, of course, but sufficed to say I will cherish these photos forever. After 45 minutes of weights and photos and giggling and laughing we are done with the gym. We go back to the room and I put on my swimsuit (shorts) and we both take a short shower to clean up. We wrap both our bodies in towels and head back to the pool. The pool, like the gym, was small, but again, good enough for two boys. We take a dip and the water was lukewarm but fine (website photo): This brings back memories of my crazy week with BurBoy in Phuket. We stayed at the Holiday Inn Resorts Phuket, and it had 10 pools or something crazy. Our room was one of the villas that was connected to a more secluded pool that you can access directly from the room. We spent a lot of time swimming and kissing and drinking and laughing in that pool. We didn’t care about the other guests, and they didn’t seem to mind. Noone was there with us so we had a similar experience. The pool was smaller so no laps were done. And there was no swim-up bar so no alcohol was to be had. But the same affection, the kissing, hugging, laughing, and conversation happened. I didn’t need drinks or laps to enjoy BurBoy. As long as I was with him, I know I’ll have an enjoyable time. It was past 5 PM when we were done. We get to the room he said he was hungry and wanted to heat up the dinners. I grab both meals from the freezer and heat up the food. I take two plates that were in the kitchen cupboard and emptied the plastic trays to put the entrees in the plates. I take two spoons and forks from the silverware drawer and I put everything on the dining table. We have a pleasant mini-dinner and my chicken and basil was actually pretty good and spicy. After dinner we get in the shower to wash off the pool water off of our bodies. He grabs the soap and starts soaping me up. He takes particular attention to my cock and makes it grow. He was up to something. He was horny again. He chuck-wows me and kisses me. I take the soap from him and soap him down. He is already hard and is liking my hands all over his body. He takes the soap again and his hands makes their way to my back. He soaps my ass and then works my hole. I let him put a finger in. After a lot of kissing, caressing and touching, we rinse and towel dry. I have to skip describing this part. It was all hot and sexy and great. But he wanted to fuck me, so I let him. I wanted to make him happy. I am not a good bottom, but I took it like a champ. And he looked like an alpha stud thrusting in and out of me. He came in the condom. It was worth the slight pain and discomfort. I take a quick shower to rinse my ass and he helps me soap down. We both collapse back into the bed and take a nap. To be continued… *plus points if you get this reference

I have confirmed that CB wants a new motorbike. He said that used ones are "no good" and there is a specific color and model he wants to buy. I guess it is a status symbol for him as well. I remember being affected by status symbols in my 20s. Not so much now in my 30s, though love buying the occasional nice kicks once in a while. Haha thanks anddy for catching those. I don't have an editor and hardly re-read these to catch errors so allow me a few mistakes once in a while . I am no gear head, so I will defer to those of you know these things to talk about this. I could have just said "exhaust fumes" . I love seeing a country through a local's eyes because I always discover things that run-of-the-mill tourist guides usually don't show tourists. But also love traveling along and discovering things for myself. So a healthy combination of both is usually nice. I had constant company this trip so I need some balance next time. Thanks guys. The pressure is mounting! Unfortunately its constantly BurBoy posts from this point. Maybe its still interesting, I am not sure. So far it looks like you guys still like it. I like writing all this for myself, and love that you guys like it as well. I am eager to finish though so I can move on to planning my new trip . Me too hahaha.

Thanks JustBrent. I love that a number of lurker became members citing my trip report as the reason they joined. I forget that the lurkers are the majority of the people who read the report. I am not an expert and skip a number of significant venues like massage places and saunas but luckily other posters here are free to share their experiences. In time I hope you can contribute too, we always love reading about other people's experiences. BTW I look Thai too and get mistaken for one 80% of the time in Thailand, and even when I was in Cambodia. I've gotten over my shyness a long time ago and the beauty of going to Thailand, or traveling to a new country, is that no one knows you there so you can be whoever you want to be, even someone more social than what you are usually back home. And Jomtien and Pattaya are awesome!

Day 6.9: The Remains of the Day Just a primer on my Myanmar Boy (BurBoy): Its important to know why I am smitten with this guy, because I am choosing to be with him now instead of Cambodia Guy (CB) or Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG), two boys I hold in high regard. BurBoy embodies what I keep going back to Thailand for: his youth (22, looks younger) keeps me feeling younger than my 35, his physique (lean and taut muscle, effortless musculature) keeps me horny to no end, his face (large expressive eyes, pleasant features, amazing smile) keeps me staring at it with awe, and his heart (very generous, loves intimacy) seems to love me. So the rush of love I feel when I see him can only be surpassed by the rush I feel for another person: my BF. The rush is akin to suddenly figuring out that everything is going to be alright. Just seeing their faces, their familiar profiles, their familiar voice, fills me with comfort. So that’s what I am feeling right now, right here in Bangkok, on the eternally busy Silom Rd, in the middle of the night market. In a city filled with delights and sensations that can only be found in this part of the earth, I only wanted to be with him. Sure, I need the newness of a “fresh boy” once in a while, and will continue to do so in future trips, but right now I want to bask in the glow of BurBoy’s attention. I see him, at a night market stall, looking at underwear, his giant backpack on his back. I sneak up to him and casually put my arm around him. He freezes and then looks at me and breaks out that giant smile of his. He hugs me and kisses my cheek. He asks how my flight was. I tell him it was uneventful. He then asks what we were doing next. I tell him we should go to the condo and he should drop off his bag, freshen up and then I told him I wanted to check out a boy show. After that we can get something to eat. As we walk back to the condo, BurBoy holds my hand, sometimes puts his arm around me, sometimes leans in for a kiss. As I have said before, he is not shy with public show of affection. We get to the condo and the he says hi to the guard. I wonder what the guard thinks about me and my ever changing companions. He probably has seen much much worse. We get to the condo and he puts his bag in the corner and plops himself on the couch. “Sex?” he asks me. Now? “Yes, I no chuck wow for 4 days.” I love that. But not now I need to see my friend paulsf at Hot Male. “Why now? Not later?” No he probably is there for the Hot Male show so we can meet him at the bar. “Hot Male like Tawan? Big boy with one pack?” No, Hot Male is a boy bar. More boys, small, not big like Tawan. “You want threesome tonight?” No, I know you joke me. “Yes I no like threesome.” I’ve been planning to meet paulsf, as well as other Gay Thailand forum members, this trip. It’s nice to put faces to names. paulsf is the resident Hot Male expert so where better to meet than at Hot Male. It was almost 10:30 PM, the time of the show, so we walk hurriedly on Surawong Rd. We get to Hot Male and immediately was pulled in by a tout. I believe that their tout is the most aggressive of the Soi. He has an advantage. His bar is one of the closest to the entrance of the Soi, so he only has to pull you a short distance. We get to Hot Male and it was half filled with customers. This was the most customers I’ve seen this bar have ever in the handful of times I’ve been to this bar. We get seated in a good seat right in the center of the non-smoking section of the bar. There were a good selection of boys, all Thais I’ve been told, and they ranged from rail-thin to muscular adonises to a little bit chunky. I obviously gravitated towards the adonises, and guessed that they were all straight and all tops. BurBoy was busily scanning the boys as well. He sees one or two he likes and tells me that they are cute. He says he wouldn’t mind topping those two. He and I had the same taste as I also wanted to top those two. I told him what I guessed, that they were all straight and tops. “I think they are man. Not woman.” I tell him. He says “Really? That no good. I no like.” I no like too. I don’t see paulsf in the bar. Did I go on the wrong night? I scan his messages to me and I confirmed that it was today that we talked about meeting. I message one of his viet friends on WhatsApp and the boy immediately responds. He says that paulsf was with him and they were just eating dinner. I told him I was at Hot Male watching the show. He said that they will be back to Hot Male after dinner. So we watch the show while we wait. The show was the same as last time I was there: At 10:30 PM was the longer show of course, but it was more or less the same. Again, I missed the Viet boys that I saw in the bar last April, even if I haven’t offed any of them, or anyone in this bar. My thoughts of Hot Male last trip: BurBoy was stifling giggles in some of the numbers. Perhaps some of it was just too much for him. He is not a bar boy, so this is potentially all new to him. The show ends and the boys go back onstage to advertise their wares. We pay up our drinks (800 baht) and head down to the Hot Male beer bar. I see paulsf with his viet friend and we talk about the night. It’s nice to talk to a forum member, and sharing some stories of our experiences is always a treat. He tells me there were other forum members who were in the beer bar earlier. I apologized for being late but I was dealing with my quest for a second boy that didn’t pan out. We talk some more before I tell him that we have to eat dinner. I was hungry and I bet BurBoy was as well. I tell paulsf that we will be back tomorrow, and I am hoping I will remember to be early this time. I ask BurBoy what he wanted to eat. He told me he wants some Thai food but did not want to get street food. It was almost 12 midnight now so our choices are limited, so there was only one location I thought would be good: Foodland Patpong. Its my go-to for cheap, fast and late-night fare. We head over to Patpong and we get to Foodland. As two very hungry boys we order five things between us. I had the foresight to sit in a table for four because my experience in this restaurant has been that I go with boys that order a ton of food, and sitting in a table for two is too small for all the food. The food comes we devour the food. In between bites BurBoy asks me about how I know paulsf. I don’t tell him about our little forum here so I make up some story about meeting him in a previous trip. He is very perceptive, and naturally curious, something I adore about him. He sincerely wants to know about me, my life, my associations and my passions. Over dinner I show him photos of Cambodia. I tell him about the Killing Fields, something he has some idea of, and showed him some photos. Then I show Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm and he liked the stunning photos I showed him. I had to skip a ton of photos in my phone because they were of my Khmer boys. I almost slipped up and almost showed him an incriminating photo. I need to put my wholesome Cambodia photos in a separate folder so I can show it to other people. That’s what I usually do when showing photos to my BF. “Do you want to see Myanmar with me?” Of course! I always wanted to see it. “I can show you Yangon and Bagan when you visit me next time.” Yes because you are moving to Myanmar after I leave this trip. “Yes I want to live my country again.” I think I can come December. I tell him I can plan on going to Myanmar when I get back to America after this trip. We finish up our dinner and our conversation and we head back to the condo. It was almost 1 AM and the frenzied activities of the past 6 days was bearing down on me. I was with BurBoy 5 nights ago in Bangkok, and now I find myself in his arms again. A ton of things happened in between those 5 nights of course, and all that sex and touring and late nights drinking and bars and flights and kinetic Khmer boys is now hanging on to me like an anvil. I tell BurBoy that we should have a quiet night tonight. He says it was OK but he reminded me of the quiet night we had 5 nights ago, when I was jet-lagged. I laugh and tell him that I owed him an exciting night or four, and he will get this starting tomorrow night. Right now I wouldn't mind getting to the condo and just relaxing. We get to the condo and I took of my shoes and shorts and sat down on the bed. BurBoy immediately takes off all his clothes except his briefs and sits beside me. We talk a bit about Myanmar again. He shows me some photos of Yangon and what he likes about it. He explains to me the differences in Bangkok and Yangon. I get excited about the prospect of visiting the city, and visiting it with him. He then puts his arm around me and kisses my cheek. Then my lips. Then my neck. He kisses me deeply and puts his phone down. He sits on my lap and we continue kissing. I reach in and feel his crotch. He is rock hard. There was no denying the boy. He wanted it now. I reach in a stroke his cock and take it out of his briefs. I take off his briefs and revel in his nakedness. I take his cock and peel back the foreskin: he was already leaking pre-cum. I slurp it up and take the whole cock in my mouth. After a while he takes his cock out of my mouth and he takes off my boxers and shirt. He licks me all over: neck, nipples, tummy, and cock. He is familiar with me and what I like. He sucks me and puts it all in his mouth. We both roll around in the bed, take turns sucking each other. I rim him and the mixture of him and sweat make me crazy. I continue to rim him as he chuck-wows himself. After 10 minutes of this he cums and cum dribbles on his crotch and balls. I slurp up some of the cum clean it up. I take my own cock and chuck-wow till I cum on him as well. He takes me to the shower and soaps me down as he usually does. He soaps up my butt and tells me that he will "fuck me tomorrow." I tell him maybe. I am not a bottom, but I have bottomed for him once before. I tell him I will try. We have five days together. I am sure we will have plenty of time to try.

I voted both. Yes I can get all I need online, and no I will miss the bar scene and atmosphere. If I was just starting out with my journey to Thailand as a first timer, if the sex trade is less visible, then I would probably be more intimidated by it not being as accessible as it has been. The beauty of the sex tourist industry in Thailand is that it doesn't have a steep learning curve to get into it, and having these conduits to get sex cheaply and readily (be it gogo bar, beer bar, or massage place) does make it easy for a first timer. If it happened in the next few months, I would still continue to come. I have my base of boys to visit (DTG, Thai boys of trips past, not to mention CB and BurBoy), I have Grindr and PlanetRomeo to lean on (and have had plenty of great free sex and paid sex), and really, the country will continue to be amazing. The people, the culture, and the overall atmosphere will make me want to go back. At a sole per minute basis I only spend about 1/16th of my waking time in these more "visible" sex tourist places. The rest I spend sampling their delicious food, touring their awe-inspiring places, and getting to know their amazing local citizens (be it in sex, bowling, disco etc.). Also, the relative "openness" of the country to gay people makes it a frequent stopover for most of the (Asian) region's gay men who find their own countries (too muslim, too communist, too puritan) too restricting to their natural selves. Parties like White Party Bangkok in December and Sonkgran in April, as well as the kick-ass discos like DJ Station and G.O.D. are also conduits to get some tail. Having said that, there is really nothing else like it in the world like Thailand in terms of their gay sex tourist infrastructure. For me, it's one of the the best, if not the best. I love bringing my first-timer farang friends to a gogo bar (Dream Boy or Jupiter most likely) and show them the wonders of this part of the country. I love seeing their eyes bug out of their sockets upon witnessing the majesty of seeing the boys in their natural best. There is nothing else like it in the world.

Day 6.6: The Search for Mister Right Now Sleep was just what the doctor ordered. Nothing like a cumming induced slumber to refresh you for more. I wake up and see that outside it was getting dark. I look at the time and it was 6:30 PM. For a moment I forget where I was and who I was with. How many times have I woken up from a nap on an unfamiliar bed, naked, with a boy by my side? This could be Bangkok or Pattaya or even any hotel I’ve stayed in while on a work trip. The boy wakes up and smiles at me. In the dark room his wide gorgeous smile was blindingly adorable. There was only one boy with a smile like that. Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) gets closer and hugs me. I feel my torso and there was stray cum that dried up in some places. I tell DTG and he laughs. He feels my torso and wipes away the dried cum. He asks what my plans were. I tell him I may see a boy show before Myanmar Boy (BurBoy) comes later tonight. I ask him if he was working today, he said yes, since he was in the area anyway. He has taken a nap so he will have the energy to be up till the wee hours of the morning in the bar and with a customer. Its Thursday night so there might be more customers. This was not the trip where I spend a lot of time with DTG. But I was glad I was able to see him today. Cambodia Boy and BurBoy occupy a huge space in my heart right now, but maybe those two will fade away like other boys have. Having a boyfriend protects me from getting too close to the boys, but I like playing at the edge between intimacy and commitment. I’ve been successful these past two years. DTG may actually be the boy that will give me the most trouble, because he is the full package in terms of looks, heart, and mind. We talk more in bed about many things before we get up and start getting ready. DTG goes to the bathroom to take a shower and be fresh for tonight’s customers. I put on clothes and get rid of the evidence of our activities. He puts on clothes and tells me he usually eats before work because there is usually no chance to eat when he gets to the bar, especially if there are customers who want him to sit with them while they drink. I tell him that I will go with him to eat but won’t have anything myself because I wasn’t hungry. We make our way to Surawong Rd and comment on how nice it was tonight. It wasn’t too hot and the recent rain made the air crisp and fresh. The street vendors are out in full force catering to the dinner crowd. We get to Soi Twilight and DTG realizes something. He says we probably shouldn’t let anyone from Dream Boy see us because when they see me with him they will ask him for my off fee. I did not off him from the bar and saw him on his own time, but I guess the bar want their 650 baht no matter when you off the boy. We pick a street vendor about a 15 feet away from Soi Twilight, and we sit down and DTG orders some spicy chicken noodle soup. The smell of the undoubtedly delicious soup was tempting, but I knew I needed to wait to eat again. I’ve eaten too much in Cambodia and don’t want to let everything go just yet. I know I am on vacation but I still wanted to fit in my clothes. We talk more during dinner, again about everything. He has been game to ask me questions about my work and my hobbies and interests and I am always amazed at his well-roundedness and intelligence. We probably spent about 45 minutes there talking and laughing and having a good time. I looked at the time and it was 8:15 PM. Time flies when you are having fun. I give him 3000 baht for his time. That is his usual long time fee from me, which I felt this was. He took the time to go to the airport to meet me, and spent time with me on his free time before work, so I thought this was appropriate. He hugs me and tells me that if he wanted to see me again for a little bit he would appreciate it. Maybe before I leave he says. I tell him of course, I will do my best. I will see him again this trip. He says goodbye and walks to Soi Twilight to go to work. I tail him, careful to not appear that I was with him, and I enter the Soi. The Soi was just coming to life in this early evening. There were some people already at the Hot Male beer bar and Scorpion bar. The distinctive white tank tops of the Bangkok Massage boys were standing out in the distance. Touts were not as aggressive at this hour, and I was able to walk by the bars unmolested. I only had two hours or less to make things happen before BurBoy descends on my trip again. From my online conversations with forum members paulsf and ggobkk, they told me that a few bars are now welcoming non-Thais back into their fold. The police raid of the Soi a few months ago meant that non-Thais were not allowed to work in the Soi for a while. Dream Boy does not have this problem as they only employ Thais. But bars like Fresh Boys and Hot Male were affected, and my visit last July was sub-par because I thought the mix of Thais and non-Thais made those bars a must-go for me. Now I heard from them that Hot Male has not welcomed back the non-Thais, but Fresh Boys now has, and even have employed some of the former Hot Male Viets. So I decide to check that bar out. I’ve only been to Fresh Boys a number of times, and haven’t been there for the show. Just by customer attendance alone, Dream Boy usually sucks the oxygen out of the Soi and it is the big player among the gogo bars in Bangkok, leaving the rest to fend for scraps. I am eager to try out the other bars in the Soi, but usually end up in Dream Boy anyhow. I have offed guys in Tawan and Jupiter in the past, but have yet to off anyone on Soi Twlight outside of Dream Boy. Maybe it will change tonight as I enter Fresh Boys. At 8:30 PM I see two other customers in the bar, one farang and an Asian, both older. One of the mamasans directs me to my seat at the center of the bar facing the stage. I order a rum and coke and quickly get my drink served to me. There were about 5 boys onstage when I get there. All of them young twinks, all of them in tight white briefs. Always a great look for me. Simple is always the best. Let the boy’s beauty shine through. Four of them weren’t catching my fancy, but the fifth one did. He was really cute, his body thin and his abs slightly protruding. He has a very cute face. He looks way younger but I’m sure he’s at least 20 years old. I don’t show my hand right away. I play it cool and try to peruse the rest of the bar. There were boys sitting down and sometimes looking at me and the other customers. There were a couple of Viet-looking boys that I expected. I nodded in their direction. Of course that was the only acknowledgement they needed to go sit with me. One of them walks towards me. I shake my head and he says “OK”. He sits close to me anyway, to see if I change my mind at some point I guess. I admire his lean muscular body. He was probably my height, handsome face, and a clear bulge that had a lot of potential. White underwear is all that’s needed. I enjoy my solitude for a while, but I knew that I needed to act quick if I was gonna find my next boy. I look back to the stage. The boy that I like is intently looking at me. OK, he is cute, twinkish, and probably a bottom. I invite him over to have a drink with me. He smiles and sits beside me. The mamasan quickly rushes over and asks if I was buying the boy a drink. I say yes and the boy tells him what he was drinking. His skin is warm to the touch, and I put my hands around his arm and feel how smooth his skin is. I look at his body and appreciate his youth and freshness. He is not too muscular, but he has a bit of a defined chest and some abs. He is rail thin but enough meat on his bones to strike my fancy. He smells great, a mix of soap and slight hint of cologne. His hair short and styled a little bit. Simple and sexy. And face is cute and youthful. I ask him his name and how old he is. He tells me and says he is 19. I ask if he was Thai, he says no, he was Cambodian. Typical, I pick the Khmer boy. He asks me the stock questions (what your name, where you from, how long stay Bangkok), and I get the usual responses (I thought you are Thai guy). I then tell him I just came from PP and SR. He seemed delighted to hear this, and asked me if I liked Cambodia. I tell him yes, and gave him a short version of my trip. I tell him about Choeung Ek and Angkor. I tell him about the three Khmer boys. He says next time I should take him. I say maybe. In my head I thought, am I just collecting Cambodians now? I was enjoying the conversation, the youthful exuberance, and the seemingly sincere interest in me. I was enjoying his closeness, his sexiness, and his charm. We toast several times and I finish my drink. I then ask him what he did in bed. I get the magical words “I everything.” I can certainly work with everything. I feel his smooth legs and he takes my hand and puts it on his crotch. He is not playing around. I put my hand on his back and get a feel of his ass. I can make so many things happen with this boy. I feel my phone vibrate. I take a look and it was BurBoy sending a Line messages. I take a look and notice that it is 9:30 PM. I read the messages and he says he just arrived in Silom. He asked me where I was and asked if I landed. If any of you have Line, you know that if you have read a message, the sender can see that you have read it. I haven’t figured out how to turn this feature off yet, not that I needed to till now. So it was too late to say that my flight is delayed or something. He knows I am online and can read my messages. I had to make a decision. Am I short time offing this boy? He certainly has done a good job seducing me and I am way turned on by him. But BurBoy is in Silom now and can potentially bump into me while with the boy. Is new ass better than the ass you love? I guess right now, the answer is no. I have too much going on with BurBoy to risk it. And I was looking forward to spending the next five nights basking in his love and his kinetic personality. So, disappointing all sex tourists everywhere, I tell the boy that I will not be able to off him tonight. I was honest and told him my "boyfriend" is waiting for me. I fish out 200 baht and gave it to him as a tip. He wais in gratitude. This is more than what I usually tip a boy who sits with me, but I felt bad for him. I tell him I will be back for him, someday. I motion to the mamasan that I was leaving. I text BurBoy and tell him I am "on my way" to Silom. I text him that I just got on a taxi and on my way now from the airport. He acknowledges and tells me he will wait for me. I ask him where he is now, he says he is near Silom Soi 2 just checking out the night market. I get my check (700 baht for two drinks), give 7 100 baht bills and a 50 baht tip to the mamasan. I thank the Cambodian boy with a slight tear in my eye that I cannot ravage him tonight, and leave the bar. I make a right on Surawong Rd to go back to the condo, almost running. I get to the condo and try to straighten up the bed that was just used by DTG and myself. I re-pack my stuff to seem like I just dropped off my bags. And double-checked to make sure there were no traces of me being in the condo for about 9 hours now. I guess this is what cheating spouses feel like after inviting over a lover to their home. I freshen up at the main bathroom, and I thought about wiping down the sink to get rid of the trace of me doing so, but thought that was silly. Of course I can freshen up right now before I see him. That seems normal. I Line BurBoy and tell him I just got to the condo and will freshen up and head over to Silom. He says he is still by Soi 2 and looking at underwear. I get a photo of some underwear he is looking at. I take a deep breath. Boy number 2 was not meant to be. I leave the condo, cross the street, cut through Soi Tantawan, wave past Tawan, get on Silom and start looking for BurBoy. After walking a few blocks I see him, with his big backpack on his back, looking so adorable. A rush of love comes over me. I made the right choice. Mister Right and Mister Right Now are both BurBoy. The night is not done…

Day 6.4: The Dream Boy Since this is my 11th trip to Thailand, I have developed some long-lasting relationships with some of the boys there. Most of them I have met in beer bars (Cambodia Boy – CB in Jomtien), gogo bars (Dream Boy Thai Guy – DTG, in Dream Boy), or through Grindr (Myanmar boy – BurBoy). Some, I cannot see without money involved (CB and DTG), and others don’t expect a tip, though since I make way more money than they do, I pay for everything else when I see them (BurBoy). But sometimes I want to be a butterfly, and try to off as many boys as I can in the span of my short trip. So there are two sides to Thailand for me, the loving side and the slutty side. When I am with the boys I know who I fall in love with, I always miss offing different boys everyday. And when I try to off boys everyday, I miss the connection I already have with the boys who I fall in love with. It’s a great conundrum to have, and it has me going back to Thailand for more. So today I will try to have my cake and eat it too. I plan on seeing three boys today. I don’t expect to be able to perform sex well with all three, but I do want to have sex three times today. I’ve done it before, and since I did not cum yesterday, I feel it a really possible. This need to have 3 actually stemmed from not cumming yesterday; I felt I needed to make up for lost time. This was supposed to be a tour-heavy trip, and I was only going to have CB as my boy for the whole trip. With BurBoy now available, I decided to spend time with him in Bangkok. Since BurBoy is the jealous type I cannot see any other boys while I am with him. So I told BurBoy my flight back to Bangkok does not come in till 9PM that night, and supposedly with immigration time and the taxi ride from DMK to Silom I will be able to see him around 10PM. That was a lie of course, because my flight actually comes in at 12:30 PM, but I wanted to spend those 8 and half hours between my arrival and meeting BurBoy to see two other boys. DTG is meeting me at the airport and will accompany me to the AirBNB condo, have lunch and then sex. At 6 or 7 I will bid him goodbye and I will have 3 or so hours to get another boy, maybe on Grindr or I’ll go to a gogo bar at 8PM and see if I can score a short time off before meeting BurBoy at 10PM. DTG knew I was coming this trip since I booked it last July. We have been in regular contact since I offed him last trip. My first description of him in my previous report: Through my conversations with him I find out that, like CB he is also trying to plot an exit from the bar boy life. He is a college graduate, but is still paying down some student debt and other debt that he has not told me the specifics of. He says that the salary he gets in Dream Boy pales in comparison to what he gets as a low-level office worker. As he pays down more of his debts he sees the light at the end of the tunnel. He is actively looking for an office job, but might still go to Dream Boy in the weekends for some extra cash. So I land at Don Muang airport at around 12:15 PM. This is my first time landing at this airport. Apart from my international flights, my trips to and from Phuket and Chiang Mai have all been using Bangkok Airways, and their airport is Suvarnabhumi. So I was not too familiar about the layout and taxi situation in the airport, though I am pretty sure it was not that dissimilar from BKK airport. I was seated at the very front so I was first out of the aircraft. I quickly walk to immigration, and find it really really busy: Why is the seemingly low season so busy? I have never encountered this many people at the immigration counters ever, even in December and January. I quickly assess my options and pick a line that I thought was faster than the rest. While in line I text DTG that I was in line. He says he just got to the airport and will wait for me. I patiently wait till it is my turn. It takes me about 35 to 40 minutes to get through the line. I rush to baggage claim and rescue my roller bag. It was already on the baggage carousel with the other luggage. It looks like I am the first one to claim my bag. I rush through customs. I did not want DTG to wait one more second longer. I see him standing there waiting on me. I hug him and apologize for the wait. He says he was fine, told me it was nice to see me, and asked me how I was doing. I said I was fine and eager to eat because I was starving. We head over to the taxi line and got in line. There were people in front of us. I got an AirBNB property in Bangkok that was on Surawong Rd. There were some directions to the property on the website and the owner sent me the address in Thai, but it was sometimes a challenge communicating this to the driver. My first trip was like that, and this was to the Crowne Plaza. But I was with DTG, so one look at the address and map, he tells the taxi driver where to go and off we went. This was my main reason to asking him to see me at the airport, but really also so I can see his handsome face sooner. I had a pleasant conversation with him on the way to the condo. I talked mainly about the Cambodia trip. I don’t keep anything from him, and prefer that he knows everything so there are no surprises. CB and BurBoy do not know about each other, but DTG knows everything about the two boys. And he is very understanding. He knows I did not have a lot of time meant for him on this trip, even if he has mentioned numerous times that he missed me and wanted to see me on the buildup to this trip, so I had to carve out this special time to see him. We get to Surawong Rd and we pass by Soi Twilight. A familiar feeling of excitement runs through my body. I squeeze DTG’s thigh as we make our through Surawong. We get to the condo and it was aptly names “The Surawong”. There are a number of units in the building that are listed on AirBNB. I got one that had two bedrooms and two bathrooms. I booked this last August when my plans consisted of taking CB to Bangkok after Cambodia and with the intention of getting multiple boys to stay in the unit at the same time. We get there and we inform the guard that I was renting from AirBNB. He takes us to the second floor to the office, and the woman on duty asked for my name and produced a key card. She took us to the unit and opened the door for us, and left. The unit was large and spacious. The décor was very modern, and had all the amenities. There was a master bedroom with an en-suite bathroom and a queen size bed. The second bedroom also had a queen size bed, and a separate bathroom. No soap or shampoos so I had to get those. The living room had a couch a chair and TV. There was a dining room table and a stove and oven for cooking if needed. The refrigerator had no waters so I had to get those too. Sometimes AirBNB properties have those extras but this doesn’t. We put down my things and I wash my face and hands. DTG hugs me and I hug him back. He is so sweet. I kiss him for a bit and tell him we should eat first because I was starving. We decide on Fuji Restaurant in Silom Complex again because this was DTG’s favorite. It was hot outside but not as hot as April. DTG takes my hand as we walk on Surawong. We cut through Patpong and the street was still quiet. Silom was typically busy with tourists, locals and street vendors on an early afternoon. We get to Silom Complex and take the escalators to Fuji. The restaurant was still half full with some of the lunch crowd. We sit down and order our food. We both choose the bento box options because we liked the variety of what was offered: miso soup, some chicken and beef, some tempura and rice as well as vegatables. While we wait for our order he updates me on how it was for him and gogo life during low season. He says he hardly bothers going to work when it rains, as there are fewer customers when the weather is bad. Also he usually skips going Tuesdays and Wednesdays and sometimes Mondays, because there are fewer customers as well. He usually still gets some customers in the weekends but wishes there were more out there. He says Dream Boy is still the most popular bar on Soi Twilight, and knows that the others bars have even less luck than them. This was why he has started looking for a day job because the low season just wasn’t going to make ends meet for him. He says it’ll pick up sometime in November and he can reevaluate his career choices. Right now he just needs to pay down his debts as fast as possible so he can quit being a money boy completely. I tell him it is understandable that he wants to leave the business. There are a lot of boys like him who find it hard to get by on low season, and it was time to reevaluate life when the offers dry up. I tell him he is luckier than most boys because he has a college degree, and whatever happens to him he can always fall back on that education. He says the 15,000 baht – 17,000 baht starting salary for an office worker still is less than what he pulls per month at Dream Boy, but will be happy with that once he doesn’t have any debt. I tell him that if he wasn’t a gogo boy I probably would not have met him, so I am at least happy that he tried this line of work out. I tell him I hoped that if he quits the gogo life he still will want to see me. He says of course, no question. He says someday he hopes he can see me without me having to tip him, but right now it is not possible for him. I tell him I hope so, but now I don’t mind helping him pay down his debts. We eat our food heartily. I was so hungry. He says this was his first meal today. He just woke up today in time to get to the airport to meet me. We finish our meal and I pay for the dinner (650 baht). As we head back to the condo I tell DTG that I needed to buy a few things for the condo. So we head to the giant 7-11 on Silom and get waters, soap, shampoo and some snacks as well. We walk back to the condo and continued to talk about everything. We get to the condo and sit down. We were just having a good time catching up and talking. This was what was lacking with CB, the extensive talks of just about every subject matter. Not that talking to CB was bad, it was just different. One day I will whisk DTG away to a vacation somewhere and we can have sex and have fun and have stimulating conversation about anything under the sun. He’s definitely continues to be the whole package out of all the boys I've met here. I tell DTG that I will shower. I tell him he can do the same because there are two bathrooms. He says he will and takes one of the soaps to the second bathroom. In each bedroom there was a plastic bag filled with clean towels for the unit. I hand him one and we both take showers, separately. I finish first and put on my underwear and go to the second bedroom. I will use this bedroom for him and the boy that will come after him. I will preserve the master bedroom for BurBoy. I take my condoms and lube with me. DTG comes in with a towel wrapped around his waist, and then takes off the towel to join me in bed. I see his brown body, his well developed pecs and insane six pack abs and large biceps. His uncut cock swung as he lies down with me. And we picked up right where we left off two months ago. We start kissing and hugging and make each other feel good. I suck him, he sucks me, and we 69. I put on a condom, he lays on his back, lifts up his legs, and lubes up. I excitedly put it in and start thrusting. After 10 minutes of this, I take off the condom and lay beside him and we chuck wow together while kissing. I cum first, and then he sits up to empty his cock on my torso. He laughs at the sight of me drenched in cum and apologizes. He takes his towel and wipes off all the cum the best he could. He then gets on top of me to kiss me some more. He asks if I wanted to take a nap for a bit and I said yes. Eating and then sex naturally means a nap after. I take my phone and set it to 6:30 PM. And like before, I spoon him, putting my arms around him, around his insane abs and pecs. I fall asleep right away. When I wake up, I will hunt for boy #2. To be continued…

Day 6.0: A Khmer Farewell The alarm wakes me up at 7:30 AM. I’m surprised I don’t have a headache, but I wish I had a few more hours of sleep. Not offing that Station bar employee was the right decision, and feeling both Cambodia Boy (CB) and Fit Khmer’s (FK) bodies close to mine is a special treat. I make a mental note to myself to get King Size beds from now on whenever I intend on getting 2 or more boys. That’s why I like Crowne Plaza Bangkok and (soon to be former) Marriott Pattaya for their very generous bed space. I turn to spoon FK for a bit. His taut sinewy lean frame feels good to the touch. I wrap my arms around him, feeling his pecs and abs, and then travel down to his cock and start massaging it. I wasn’t intending to have sex with him right then and there, but it was nice to lay my hands on him. I knew I needed to get going soon. I get up and adjust my hard-on in my underwear, take the t-shirt, shorts and underwear I was going to wear today, and then go to the bathroom to pee and shower. It takes me less than 10 minutes to shower and dry. I style my hair and brush my teeth, and then gather up my toiletries to start packing. I step out of the bathroom and see FK and CB spooning, still sleeping. That’s interesting. I pick up my clothing and souvenirs scattered in the room and start shoving all of it my roller bag. CB awokens and bids me good morning. I tell them they should probably start getting ready. CB stands up and goes to me to hug me and give me a kiss. I stop what I do and relish the attention he was giving this morning. He goes to the bathroom and I finish packing. After a while CB emerges from the bathroom in a towel and wakes up FK and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) and tell them something in Khmer. He takes some clothes with him to the bathroom and leaves the door open. FK and GK say good morning. I ask them if they were OK and they say yes. GK goes to the refrigerator in the room and takes some bottled waters and hands FK one and they both take a drink. I finish packing and tell the boys I will take short walk while they were getting ready. I open the door and feel the warm air rush in. It wasn’t hot yet, and it feels like it just rained. I get to the lobby and step out in the street and see some puddles have formed in the uneven pavement of Siem Reap streets. I walk on the sidewalk and see street vendors setting up their kiosks for the day. I get to the traffic circle close to the hotel and it was not busy this Thursday morning: I wanted to relish Siem Reap on my own, in solitude, for a few minutes before going back to the energetic company of the three Khmers. I suddenly realized that I have not been alone at all in Cambodia since stepping out of the Phnom Penh airport. I like the company of CB, and FK and GK, but something this trip lacked was experiencing the country alone. I was seeing the country in the filter of what my Khmer buddies wanted me to see. So I am taking these 10 minutes to quietly walk the streets. I breathe the fresh air, which was crisp from the recent rain, mixed with the diesel fumes of the motorbikes that drove by. I just stand there till my 10 minutes were up. I head back to the hotel. I get to the lobby and let the staff know I will need a tuktuk to get to the airport. They tell me it is $7 and can be included in the bill. I get back to the room and see CB and GK now dressed and FK was in the bathroom. GK lets me know that his and FK’s van was leaving in 30 minutes. They are going back to Phnom Penh. I ask CB what he was going to do. He said he was going back to his province (Battambang) and his bus doesn’t leave till an hour or so. I tell everyone that we can have some breakfast together at least so no one spends hours in a van hungry. FK emerges in his tight white briefs and smiles at everyone. He hugs me and kisses my cheek. He is a sweet boy. He is angling for a future off. I will definitely look for him in Pattaya. We wait for him to get dressed and pack. CB tells him in Khmer to hurry up so we can get food. He does and soon him and GK take their bags and we head down to the restaurant to get some breakfast. We sit down and order our food. I encouraged the boys to get more food if they were hungry. The food comes and I get the American breakfast, and the boys get their traditional rice porridge with some sausages and bacon and bread on the side. I’m glad they ordered a lot. FK mentions that he hopes that I go back to Cambodia, and if I do, they will be back to welcome me. I laugh and tell them I had a wonderful time. I pass FK and GK my phone for them to put their Line contact on my phone. After 10 minutes into eating and laughing and talking, GK gets a call. The van picking them up is 5 minutes away. I ask them how much was the fare for the van. It was around $8, they said. The van is picking up customers till its full. At this point I reach for my wallet and produce two shiny $100 bills and give them one each. This was discussed by CB and me before he agreed to take FK and GK with us to Siem Reap. These were Jomtien boys out of work and waiting it out in Cambodia. From my math, they stayed with me 2 nights, and at $50 a night, that’s around 1600-1700 baht a night, which was the typical long time tip in Pattaya anyhow. Typing this now I wish I gave them the $8 to cover their PP van. Oh well. I need to err on the side of generous every time. FK and GK try to finish their food, and then get a phone call from the van. They stand up and ask for a hug from me. I hug both of them and thank them again. They both give me a kiss on the cheek. They take their bags and head out. I sit back down and it was me and CB alone again. We talk about my travel back to Bangkok, and he talks about his travel to Battambang . He says Siem Reap is closer to Siem Reap, so his fare is about $5 by bus. I leave a $1 tip and we head back to the room. It was 9:10 and the tuktuk was coming to pick me up at 9:30 AM. We wrap up our packing and we lie down on the bed and hug for a while. I am trying not to be sad at this moment, but it is hard not to. Goodbyes are an indelible and unavoidable part of my trips to Thailand and now Cambodia, and it never gets easier even after more than 10 trips. I want to get attached, that is the attraction for me. I will always be sad with the goodbyes, but I always come back for more, and count myself lucky that I get to come back. I take out my wallet and count some money for CB’s tip. He was with me 5 nights, I usually give him 2000 baht a night, so that’s 10,000 baht, rounding up, it was $300. I promised him I would give him $150 for his passport. So that’s $450. I give him $500 since he has paid for some of the food in PP. I felt that this was a fair amount, though I always think this is too little. I wish I could give him the world. I count 5 crisp $100 bills in front of him and put it in his hand. He takes it and gives me a big kiss. We take our bags with us and head to the lobby. We take a few photos together around the premises for last-minute memories. I pay the bill ($105 X 2, $7 for the tuktuk), and the staff says that they are not charging me for the extra breakfast items we have ordered in the past two days. That was pretty generous of them. I pay with my credit card (in dollars, no foreign transaction fees, so it was just like paying at home). The staff tell me the tuktuk is waiting, and the driver was sitting in one of the chairs. He takes my roller bag and goes to his tuktuk to load it. I turn to CB and give him a big hug. I bid him goodbye and sit on the tuktuk. I don’t look back. After a few seconds I get Line messages from him. He says he already misses me, followed by some love emojis. I reply in kind. I’m going to miss. At least for a few hours. I am going to Bangkok after all. There will be boys there that will wipe out my melancholy. The tuktuk driver put my roller bag in the front (photo edited to take out and identifying things on my bag): I was worried that the bag would bounce out of the tuktuk but miraculously it stayed put the whole ride. I open up Grindr for the first time in Siem Reap, and I see this profile: I wish he was my tuktuk driver. Though I guess if he was, I probably would be extending my stay. After 5 minutes the busy Siem Reap streets fade away and we get to a lonely highway: After 25 uneventful minutes we get to Siem Reap airport. It looked deserted from outside, because I was the only one there and no cars or other tuktuks were there dropping off other passengers. Was I in the right building? The driver unloads my bag and I give him a $1 tip. I go inside and there were people inside, lining up to check-in. Still it was kind of deserted and not busy at all: If you look at the left of the photo you see the line for my flight. I was flying AirAsia for my return trip to Bangkok. I paid extra for the Premium Flex fare which came out to $115 for a one way flight from Siem Reap to Don Muang airport in Bangkok. Which came in handy because I had to change my flight once. And it came in handy again because there was a dedicated line for Premium Flex passengers. There was probably 30 people in line for the regular queue, but no one in the Premium Flex line. I go directly to the counter and give the attendant my passport. I put my baggage on the scale, he prints out my boarding pass and baggage tags, hands my stuff to me and points out my gate number, boarding time and baggage tags, and I was on my way. It took me all of 5 minutes. I go to security check and there was probably 2 people in front of me. Immigration was uneventful, though I was relieved that I had my second copy of my Cambodian e-Visa in my back pack, because the immigration officer asked for it. The instructions for the e-Visa was to print out two copies. One was taken by the officer in PP. I was through everything in 10 minutes. It was a nice looking airport, and it definitely looked new. The bathrooms were new and modern, and the floor clean and decoration tasteful. There was this huge painting of Rea Hu, a demon in Hindu mythology, responsible for solar and lunar eclipses: Since I had about an hour till boarding, I took the opportunity to shop for souvenirs. I know, the prices in airports are outrageous, but I was not able to shop at all while in PP or SR (busy with boys or drinking or touring), so I had no choice: There was a good selection in the airport. Beyond the Duty Free section there were a few local shops that sold all kinds of souvenirs. I got some T-shirts, chocolates and candies, some coffee, and little knock knacks to give to my BF, friends and family. It was all less than $100, though it would probably be at least a third of that cost if I bought it elsewhere in the country, but I didn’t mind. There were some tasteful artistic items to buy: And this display that included the “Hands of Apsara”: I chuckled, thinking about the apsara dance the boys did at Angkor Wat. It was time to board, and I was one of the first to board because of Premium Flex: In my seat, while waiting for the others to board, I whip out Line in my phone and message the boys that I was in my seat. And I Line Dream Boy Thai Guy (DTG) that I was on my way to Bangkok. He was going to meet me in Don Muang airport in Bangkok. As much as I will miss Cambodia, in about an hour I will be in Bangkok, for a whole new set of experiences. And today, my goal was to see three boys in Bangkok, before the day was done. To be continued…

Day 5.9: Goodnight, Cambodia So you would think I’d be set with my boy selection in Siem Reap. I brought Cambodia Boy (CB), my handsome long-time money boy friend, and his best friends Fit Khmer (FK), the cute and lean muscular spontaneous sexy guy, and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) the passionate, gorgeous and equally sexy boy, with me to Siem Reap. One would think that any or all combinations of being with these three would be enough for me. If it were just only about sex, I’ll be set. But its really more than just sex for me. Its about the experience. If it was just about sex, I would just stay home and find anonymous sex on Grindr, or once in a while get some from my BF. What I seek here is the experience. The main draw for me to come here as often as I do is the sex industry, be it as big and as brash as the one in Thailand, or the smaller, developing one in Cambodia. In the process I am blessed to meet characters like CB, and forever changed, for the better. And I am the boy who doesn’t say no. I am the same way at work, that’s why I am successful in my job. I will find a way to do everything asked of me at work. And here, the mere mention of offing someone that night, at a country that has less cut-and-dry rules with offing boys than in Thailand, makes me interested. Not horny yet. We will see. I got horny when offing that Space Hair guy in Phnom Penh, so I'm sure one whiff of a new sexy boy will start my engines. I go back to the room and take my portable battery to charge my phone. We then walk to Station Bar, going by Pub Street along the way. It rained earlier so the streets were wet and puddles have formed in the washed out areas of the sidewalk. If you pay attention, you can see how under-maintained the roads and sidewalks are in Cambodia. As the country develops, they would have to step up their efforts in maintaining the streets. Right now a lot of weaving and avoiding was done by me and the boys as we go through the streets of Siem Reap. We get to Station Bar close to 10 PM, and our seats from last night were taken. There were more customers tonight. We sit on the couches further into the bar, and thankfully they were still good seats. I plug in my phone and turn it on. I see some messages from Sareth. I reply, and tell him we are now in Station Bar. I get a response asking if the place had many customers. I reply probably about 15-20. He asks me if any of the customers were cute. I tell him the dancers and waiters were, but not sure about the others. Then a party of 6 chinese tourists, 3 pairs of couples, male and female, came in. I tell Sareth that the guys in that party were cute. He asks me to take photos. I try my best but it was too dark in the bar. The show starts and the numbers were a little bit different. Same formula of lip-syncing lady boys and guys, expertly choreographed dance numbers, all done with a lot of energy that gets everyone into it. I check out the dancers and the wait staff. I would say it was 50-50 for me. Half of them I considered hot and I could imagine sleeping with them. There was one dancer I like very much. And the waiter that was serving me my rum and coke was very very handsome. Okay, so here’s where I grow a conscience. I am unsure of outing anyone in this bar as money boys. Its different when there are certain boys that are very popular and get discussed here in the forums (like the Tawan boys for example), but when it comes to boys that are fairly anonymous in a bar, I try to protect their identity so they won’t be harassed. I feel like this about Thailand money boys. Since Cambodia bars do not have set “offing rules” like Thailand (i.e. go to a bar, buy a drink/cover, pick a boy for short time or long time, pay the bar an off fee, tip the boy for his services), I feel that not all the people in a bar do it with customers for money. Prostitution in Cambodia is illegal, but prevalent, like Thailand. But I know in Thailand, bars pay “tea money” to be able to continue to subvert the law. I am not sure of the system in Cambodia, if there is any. If the bar doesn’t do it, I don’t want to expose any individual at a bar to be breaking the law, or be subject to unnecessary harassment. In my Phnom Penh posts, I changed my description of MilGuy enough so that he cannot be identified in Space Hair. From what I understand, the bar itself (Space Hair and others) do not sanction the offing, so just because a boy is in that bar doesn't mean he is offable. Maybe I am being overly cautious, but this is how I want things to be in my reports. Most people here are probably more comfortable in identifying the boys they off, and usually no trouble comes from it. I hope. Anyway, enough with the disclaimers. I zero in on a boy I thought would be good to off. He might be one of the dancers or one of the waiters, but lets call him Station Boy (SBoy). SBoy was busy working during the 10 PM show, and with the place semi-packed, it was hard to make anything happen. The show was similar to last night’s, with a few songs changed. Same quality of entertainment still: the lip syncing was done expertly, the choreography professional and was expertly executed, and the talent entertaining and attractive (the boys and the ladyboys). The drinks were really good, and getting a refill was done pretty quickly. The boys were paying attention to the numbers, and were drinking pretty happily. I think they were expecting to drink a lot tonight. I pull CB aside and tell him I liked SBoy, and pointed him out to CB. CB confirms to me if I wanted to off the boy. I said maybe, just maybe talk to him to see if he was OK. CB tells FK and GK my choice. They start talking for a bit, maybe strategizing or deciding if indeed the boy was offable. The show goes on without anything happening except for the excellent show. Then it was almost 11 PM and the show ends. The boys order another round of drinks and I do the same. We talk for a bit about the numbers we saw and the songs that were sung, and just enjoy our drinks. CB set his plan into motion. He calls on a waiter that was closest to us and talks to him in Khmer. After a few exchanges, the waiter gets SBoy. After a few minutes SBoy goes to our corner and sits down next to CB. The boys talk to him for a while, and then CB introduced me to SBoy. SBoy talks to me in Khmer but the boys correct him. He asks me for my name in English and also asks me where I am from. SBoy turns to the boys and speaks to them more in Khmer. I let them do this for a while, seeing as there may be a few things they have to talk about. They laugh a few times and CB and FK mostly do the talking, with GK and SBoy listening on. CB squeezes my hand once in a while. And then CB asks SBoy some questions and SBoy replies in Khmer still. A few of these exchanges and SBoy takes out his cellphone, turns on his screen and gives it to CB. CB keys in his contacts in Line (?) and gives it back to SBoy. He nods at my direction as he leaves. I ask CB what happened. CB tells me that SBoy had to get back to work for a while, but he has CB’s contacts. He says he can join us later. He told SBoy we were going to Temple Club after this to drink some more. I ask CB if he asked SBoy about my wish to off him. CB said he wasn’t sure about that yet, but he says that he has a good feeling about him. We stay in the bar for 10 more minutes until our drinks were finished. I pay up ($30 or so) and we leave the bar. We head to Pub Street and see that the street was busy like last night. We get to Temple Club and it was a little bit less packed than last night. After going around the bar, we found an actual table that was unoccupied. The table was somewhat in a corner and fairly close to the dance floor. The boys quickly descend on it and we sit down and get ready to drink some more. We get a menu and I ask the boys if they wanted to get drunk tonight. The answer was a resounding “YES!” from everyone. Jomtien boys, still want to drink. We agree on getting a pitcher of the Long Island Iced Tea, and a pitcher of Angkor beer. I can’t joke around with these boys, pitchers were the only way to go. We get eight glasses, two for each boy and for each drink. CB pours me some Long Island because he knows how much I like it. FK distributed the beers to everyone’s glasses and we all raise a glass and toast to the night, and the week. It was definitely an action packed week and now, it was almost over. It went by so fast. It was kind of hard to talk in the bar as the music was so loud. The boys were almost shouting as they tried to talk to me, and each other in Khmer. Sometimes one or all would stand up and dance to the beat. There was a moment where CB and GK were dancing to the beat, and FK and I were sitting down looking at both of them a the dance. He sits closer and puts his arm around me to pull me close. He asks me when I will go to Pattaya next. I tell him I don’t know for sure, but I will let CB know. FK tells me to let him know as well. He tells me he is going to give me his Line when we get back to the hotel. He tells me he wants to see me again. He then kisses me, in Temple Club. I return it with enthusiasm. Noone seems to mind in the club, including CB. It was 12:30 PM when CB gets a call on his phone. It was SBoy, telling CB he was coming over to Temple Club. CB tells me. I almost forgot that SBoy was coming, or existed. I got up and danced with CB for a bit. GK and FK sat down to get more drinks. The beer pitcher was now empty, and the Long Island pitcher was almost done as well. We were all thirsty tonight. I tell CB to order more drinks so he gets another pitcher of beer and Long Islands, as well as more glasses for SBoy. There was another boy coming and he will be needing drinks. After a few minutes we see SBoy looking for us in the club. FK bolts and fetches him. He was wearing different, more trendy clothes. He greets everyone and sits beside me. He asks for my name again and shakes my hand. The new pitchers and glasses come and FK serves SBoy some. SBoy says something in Khmer. Everyone is sitting down to welcome the newcomer. After a few words in Khmer, the boys switch to English to include me in the conversation. Not much conversation to be had of course, because of the music. At some point the boys get up to dance in front of us. It was clear everyone had a lot to drink now. Everyone was more giggly and more playful. I was feellng a bit tipsy myself. SBoy was pleasant enough. He was very handsome, his hair styled very trendy, and his cologne smelled great and suited him. He was my type, young, tall and lean muscular. I was close to him but I wasn’t really excited to be close to him. I was more interested in the fun the other boys were having. It was nice to be in the presence of a new sexy boy but somehow the three Khmer wonders were occupying my brain right now. Some more dancing, a drinking game, and multiple drinks later, it was now 1:30 AM. CB pulls me aside and asks me “What is happening now?” I tell him I just wanted to back to the hotel with him and his friends and call it a night. He was puzzled by this. “You sure?” I say yes. I wasn’t really feeling it. “He can go room with you. I know.” Yes but I am OK. I think we can just go home because I have a flight tomorrow. CB says OK. He whispers some words to FK and GK. Pretty soon all the pitchers were empty and I ask for a bottled water. All night I was trying let the boys drink most of the alcohol because I didn’t want to get a hangover tomorrow. Still, I had a lot to drink. I ask CB to get the bill. When SBoy goes to the toilet, I ask CB if I need to tip SBoy. He says it was up to me. I told him I will give him $5. He said it was fine. I down the whole bottled water and SBoy comes back. CB tells him, in Khmer, that we were going home. I hand him $5 and he thanks me. He asks me if I wanted him to go back to the hotel room with them. I tell him no, without hesitation. He hugs me and waves goodbye to the boys. I pay about $32 for the pitchers and water. Not quite the ending I thought the night would have. Maybe on a different night, if I was staying for another day, if I wasn’t accompanied by these dynamic boys, SBoy would’ve gone home with me and we would have had a nice time together. Right now, all I wanted was to go back to the hotel and call it a night. We get to the hotel and get our keys and head back to the room. It was past 2 AM. I had to be up by 7 AM. CB knew this and instructed the boys to shower quickly and get to bed. FK and GK shower together and CB and I don’t even shower. CB and I both strip to our underwear and lay in bed. Eventually, GK emerges from the bathroom in a towel and puts on underwear and lies down on the single bed to sleep. FK then finishes and was in a towel as well. He puts on boxer briefs and sits down on our queen bed. He asks me if he can join me and CB in bed. I say sure and look at CB, who was already asleep. I try to move CB more to his side to create more room for FK, and I occupy the center of the bed. FK turns off all the lights and then slips into the other side of the bed and lays down. FK immediately hugs and spoons me. He kisses my neck and face and says “Good night.” It was a tight fit in the bed, but I was drunk and tired and didn’t care. I was the meat in a Khmer sandwich. Good night Cambodia.

Thanks traveller123! Very kind words. I was worried in my very first trip report on this forum, that any other details that were non-sex with boy related would not be received well. I guess I was mistaken and the other parts of my trip were also interesting to most of you. It is very hard for me to just give a rundown of sexual conquests without giving context with the other parts of my trip. I did Thing A that made me pick Boy B and we had a C time. And i will continue doing so I think. I was also worried that not taking my nice camera would be a mistake, but surprisingly an iPhone 6 camera was enough to give me the stunning photos and memories that I needed. I'm still jealous that Siem Reap is only 4 hour drive from you! Whenever I talk to Sareth online I tell him I will be back to SR to see Bayon and the rest of the temples. I know what I missed and will be looking forward to going back. Thanks firecat69. Such praise means a lot coming from you. I don't know about my reports being the best reports ever, but at least I know that a lot of you out there like what I write about. Hopefully I'll have the energy to write about Myanmar in December. I am planning it currently. Thanks Alexx. Haha I guess there are more than a few sex encounters that I talked about. This trip is not as slutty as previous trips, but I understand from some of you that have wrote to me that even at my slowest sex days, it still seems a lot to some of you. I should slow down! I googled Ta Som and you are right, it looks fascinating. I will note it for future trips . Thanks vinapu. I travel with my BF, and with my best friends, about 50% of the time. The others 50% I spend my time in Thailand (and now Cambodia), and consider it traveling alone. But I do pick up company along the way, so I guess I'm not really alone for long. My companions give and teach me so much more than the paltry tip I give them in return. My money reserves gets filled back up every two weeks, but once-in-a-lifetime experiences are always harder to come by. I thought my karma was not too good at the beginning of my trip, but once that was over, I think karma has smiled back at me. I guess from the price he is looking to buy a new one. I am not sure what his rationale is to buy an expensive one. I asked him just now on Line and will let you know what he says. I looked online and saw some used motorbikes going for $800 or so in PP, so it is possible to get a used one for a price similar to what you got. CB knows me well. He knows I appreciate the romantic time together, as well as the thrill of having sex with a new sexy boy. He tried to give both on this last night. Was he successful? I guess you will find out on the next post.