numazu

Day 5.7: About a (Cambodia) Boy Bayon was going to be the third stopover in our tour, but now, at 3:30 PM, after eating some delicious and authentic Khmer food, we were all sleepy and tired. Our Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm tours were great, but right now all we can think about is going back to the hotel. Writing about this now, I probably could’ve asked to go to Bayon for little bit for some photo opportunities, but back then, wanting to see Bayon was furthest from my mind. I told Sareth to drop the boys off at the hotel, and after that I needed to get some dollars to pay him, and ultimately pay the boys, because I was going back to Bangkok tomorrow. A tinge of sadness went over me, realizing that my Khmer holiday is drawing to a close. The sex was fun, the cities amazing, and the tourist sites worthy of their hype, but ultimately what I would remember most is enjoying the company of these wonderful boys. The boys were quiet as the van makes its way back to Siem Reap. Sareth and I continue talking in English, mostly about my plans for my Bangkok trip, which was for 6 days, longer than my Cambodia trip. I told him I was tempted to rebook my flight to Bangkok tomorrow and moving it the day after, to spend more time seeing the Angkor Wat complex with Cambodia Boy (CB), but I think after all the change I’ve gone through this trip, I will just leave my plans as they were. We get to the hotel and the boys get out of the van. I accompany them to the lobby and take both keys from the staff and gave it both to CB. I tell CB I will be back, I just need to get some money. He asked if I wanted him to go with me, I told him no, I will be back pretty soon. I head back to the van and looked for an ATM that seemed like could take my Charles Schwab Visa debit card. We find an ANZ Royal ATM vestibule and I head in and take out $1000 without any difficulty. There was an ATM fee but I dont take note of it. Charles Schwab refunds my ATM fees anywhere I go, and since they do not have any transaction fees or foreign exchange fees, it was a good card to carry with me around the world. Also we were in Cambodia so there was no exchange rate to worry about because the transaction was in US dollars, so it was like getting money back home. Sareth asks me if I wanted to go anywhere else, because the van was all mine for another few hours. I tell him no, I wanted to rest in the hotel, but wanted to talk to him independent of the boys. We get to the hotel and Sareth bids the driver goodbye, and we sit down at the lobby. First, business. Sareth was $35 for the first day, and his fee for the second day plus the van was $80 for a total of $115 (I think). I give him $125 or so and thanked him for the wonderful tour. We talked for a bit about his schedule for the few weeks (not a lot of clients in September), and my plans tonight (no doubt the boys have something in mind). He then laments that we didn’t get to Bayon today. I tell him that this trip was a compromise for me from the start. Having the boys meant my focus was scattered. I am glad I got the touring that we did today. Maybe next time I’ll come back alone or with my American friends. and have a more focused Angkor Was complex tour. We vow to keep in touch through Facebook, and we talk about slutty gay stuff as well. I’m keeping that part to myself. I head back to the room and see Fit Khmer (FK) and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) on their single bed, looking at their phones. CB was in the bathroom showering. Soon he comes out, and CB asks me if I wanted to take a shower. I say for sure, I felt sticky and gross from the tour. After a thorough soap down and drying I emerge in my briefs and joined CB on the queen bed. CB stands up and turns off all the lights: “Sleep na” he tells me. I always do what I am told. The alarm wakes us up at 7:30 PM. I don’t remember setting the alarm. I take my phone and try to wake it up, my phone is dead and needs a charge. CB turns over and shuts his phone up. I guess he set the alarm. He says “Good evening baby.” Good evening. You set alarm? “Yes, I wanted to get sleep little bit but not a lot. I want you have fun tonight.” Thank you. What are we doing? “I want to have dinner with you alone. No FK and GK. Just two of us.” Are you sure? “Yes, I already tell them. It your last night. I want spend time with you.” That was sweet of CB to do, but I want to see of FK and GK were OK with it. I look at the single bed, they were still asleep. We just slept for about 3 hours, and I felt somewhat refreshed after the nap. CB tell me to get ready because we were heading out to eat. I didn’t feel hungry yet although it has been 4+ hours since our late lunch. I do what I am told. CB washes his face and style his hair and puts on his usual nice clothing. I do the same and put on long pants. CB always likes when I wear my jeans. He always sees me in Official Farang Wear ™ so jeans was a different look for me. FK and GK wake up when we were ready to leave. I give $5 to each of them and tell them to get something to eat while we head out. I get some thank yous. CB talks to them in Khmer for a bit and then we leave the hotel. CB tells me we are going to a restaurant that “farangs like it” so I guess I will like it. I told him I enjoyed eating at Ktom Sre earlier, and that wasn’t a farang favorite. Turns out we were going to the restaurant that was next door to the Rambutan called “Abba Café”. We get inside and the décor was pretty inviting. I was going to take photos but I forgot to charge my phone. But their Facebook is here https://www.facebook.com/abbacafeandlounge if you wanted to see what it looks like. The ambiance inside was pretty nice, the lighting appropriate and romantic, and seating pretty comfortable. The menu consisted of familiar Cambodian dishes and other Asian ones as well. We decide on getting the set menu which contained a little bit of everything plus drinks for $15 each. We get drinks (coconut and orange juice) and some stronger drinks (coconut and Kahlua and a gin and tonic). We toast to the successful past few days. While we wait for our drinks, I ask him what his future plans were. He does not like talking to me about the future ever, so he was apprehensive to answer. But he eventually opened up. He said he will reluctantly go back to Jomtien and get as many customers as he can. But since now he does not need to send money over to his family, he can plot his gradual exit from the Money Boy scene. He hates being a money boy, but since he does not have any other skills this is what makes sense right now. He said he has saved the money he has gotten from offs since last we saw each other, in July. He said he saved the money he got from me, and he was lucky he got a few long time offs (more than 4 days each) since then. He said he needed about $2000 or so to buy a motorbike. With the money he gets from me this trip, and a few more weeks in Pattaya, he said he will be able to buy one. It is his key to getting out of the money boy business. There are almost nil options for cheap mass transportation in Phnom Penh (unlike Bangkok or Pattaya), and getting tuktuks everyday can be expensive, so if one owns a motorbike it cuts down on the cost to get from point a to point b. He can probably get a job in PP at a hotel or restaurant and make ends meet that way. In his mind, this is definitely better than being a money boy. He did some math for me. He tells me the common salary of a hotel worker. Then he tells me how much a room for rent and more or less how much food will cost him a month. The math worked, and this will get him some money to save or spend on hobbies and such. He says he might get a second job if it is possible, or get money boy jobs here and there if the opportunity arises in PP. The ultimate point of all this is for him to finally live in his own country again. He does not like living in Thailand, and definitely not in Pattaya. He speaks some Thai but hates doing so. He desperately wants to live in Phnom Penh, and is well on his way. We get our food and everything looks amazing as always. I could not take photos because of my dead cellphone, and CB surprisingly did not post any on facebook. He was so focused on talking to me about his future plans that he forgets to do this. There were spring rolls, some papaya salad, chicken teriyaki and beef lok lak. Seeing and smelling the food made me hungry all of a sudden. We dig in and happily devour the food. We continue talking about his plans during dinner. He counts himself luckier than most money boys because he is able to save his money, at least during the past 2 months or so. It was low season but he was able to get some good offs, unlike most of his friends. And he counted himself even luckier to have me. He said I started his lucky streak in July, after my long off with him. Now, he is back in Cambodia because of me, and with the money I give him he can get his passport and spend a few days with his friends and family before he has to go back to Pattaya. A lot of his other friends are not as lucky, and are in Cambodia because the low season made it impossible for them to get a steady income in Thailand, forcing them to go back to Cambodia, where it is cheaper, and they can stay with friends and family, and wait out the season. I long have resolved my role in CB’s life. I care for him a lot, and love him as a friend and a lover. But I know that I cannot be more than just a regular “customer” to him. He has wanted to be my boyfriend for the longest time, even with the knowledge that I already had a longtime boyfriend back home. He is longing for stability and calm in his life, and being a money boy is not that. But he is also fairly picky. He does not go home with just anyone who wants to off him, and has even more standards of what a boyfriend should be. I am sure he has had a few offers in the past, but here he is, alone. I hope that he finds that generous Asian BF he is looking for. He surely deserves it. We talk about my own plans for the next few months. I tell him about work and its ever changing nature. I tell him about my next trip, possibly in December. He asks if I want to see him again. I tell him sure, but I have to firm up my plans. I tell him I haven’t booked my flights yet. I tell him that I hope that he is not a money boy in December, and instead living in PP and a proud owner of a motorbike. He says he hopes so too, but will always be there for me if I needed him. We finish our delicious food and finish our drinks. It was an intimate time that I didn’t know I needed with CB. I was glad that he insisted that we spend this time alone together. I was glad that CB was planning to be back in PP and live a more stable life. It would be nice to have a buddy in PP whenever I visit. I am also glad that I am leaving him here in Cambodia, instead of dragging him back to Thailand. He deserves this Khmer time before he has to go back to the Thai sex industry. It was about 9:30 PM and CB asks me if I wanted to have drinks with FK and GK. I say of course, I want all of us to celebrate my last night in Cambodia. I ask him where the boys were, he tells me they have texted and tells him that they were just around and were done having dinner as well. I ask for the bill and it was for $38. I leave two $20 bills and we leave. We cross the street back to the hotel and we see FK and GK at the lobby. I hug both of them and ask them what they wanted to do. They say in unison “up to you.” CB asked me if I wanted to off anyone tonight. I asked him where the heck can I do that. He said he doesn’t know but he is sure if we go back to Station Bar I can find someone there. I thought that was interesting. I tell him who I can off there. He says probably everyone. This is Cambodia, and it was a gay bar. So I guess that’s where we were going to next. I’m going to off someone in Siem Reap. To be continued…

Day 5.4: Tomb Raiders Sareth, our tour guide, also had a few cold moist towelettes in his ice chest. Cambodia Boy (CB) takes a bunch and distributes it to the group. It was a little bit hot out there, but at early September it was cooler than it would be in April. The driver drives a bit till we get to Ta Prohm, our second temple of the day. We step off the van and walk a bit before we encounter one of the park staff that were checking tourists for their tickets, or “Angkor Pass.” I had mine, and asked the boys for theirs, but one word in Khmer from everyone and the ticket taker waves everyone through. I googled a few images of Angkor Wat before I came here, for research as to what to look for. Once of my photos was a movie still of the movie “Tomb Raider” starring Angelina Jolie, the movie that started her on her love affair with Cambodia (and who can blame her?), because of “Tomb Raider” temple scenes were shot in Ta Prohm. I didn’t put two and two together until Sareth told me that this was the “Tomb Raider Temple.” Side note: Jolie, apart from adopting her first child from an orphanage in Battambang province, continues her love affair with Cambodia with the pending release of her Netflix film “First They Killed My Father”, adapted from a book written by a survivor of the Khmer Rouge genocide. Because of the moat that surrounded Angkor Wat, it was protected from the onsluaught of the jungle that eventually claimed the ancient city. Ta Phrohm wasn’t as lucky, as Sareth informed that there was 150 or so giants trees that were slowly, but surely, chipping away at the temple. There were informational posters of the current restoration efforts between the governments of Cambodia and India. There was a lot of numbered stones growing some moss on the side, and Sareth tells me that these were stones awaiting to be placed back in the temple: As we get to the first entrance of the temple, we see that the jungle and temple were merging together: We stopped for some photos of course, and the boys take a million selfies and photos with me and without me were also taken. We get our first encouter of the epic battle between tree and temple: It was pretty impressive, and the combination of a crumbling 900 year old temple and the coiling roots of a giant tree was interesting to see. Restoration will be a challenge for sure. I show CB this photo of Angelina Jolie in Tomb Raider I had on my phone: This prompted some reenactements from CB and Fit Khmer (FK) and Gorgeous Khmer (GK), with hilarious results. A lot of the temple is obviously still under repair: Sareth tells me that most of the restoration efforts have been to stabilize the structure, as the trees has become part of what made the temple unique. Indeed, it was not only the temple structure that needed stabilizing, but the trees as well: Some of the tree even closed up the entryways in the temple, so stabilizing the existing entryways were done: In the center of the temple was this impressive tree with a network of roots sort of falling into the temple stucture. Pic of me with it (edited of course): The boys spend a lot of time taking photos here. It probably took us 15 minutes to get everyone’s photos. There was actually a line that formed behind us, as other tourists waited for us to finish. We didn’t care, it was our chance. This tree reminded me of a Brontosaurus: I have a hundred more photos I could share, and it goes to show how impressive the tree-temple merging has become, but I’ll just have to refer you to the millions of photos available online. Apparently now, including CB, FK and GK’s photos on their Facebooks. We probably spent about an hour and half here, counting the time photos were taken and the tour guide talks me and Sareth were having in various spots of the temple. The boys were a little bit more subdued that they were in Angkor Wat. I am thinking only sleeping 5 hours the night before, hungover, and then trekking into Angkor Wat in the slight heat, is now catching up to all of us. CB and Sareth talk for a bit in Khmer about our next plans. FK and GK chime in with their thoughts. Sareth then informs me that we will be going to lunch after this, and probably going back to the hotel to rest, if everyone is still tired. I was OK with this. Part of me wanted to see more, most especially Bayon and the giant stone faces, but part of me also wanted to rest and relax the rest of the day. I tell the guys we can see how we are after lunch. We head back to the van and cool off and relax. The picked a local restaurant near Srah Srang, the reservoir that was close to Ta Prohm. We get to the restaurant, and the restaurant was actually a compound that contained huts. The huts had big low-rise tables in the middle of each of them. The flooring had big straw mats covering it, and had some body pillows scattered on the floor. Some of the huts had parties of 10 to 15 people, and all only had Khmers. I did not see any farang in the premises, though I may not have been looking too closely. Maybe this was a locals-only favorite? I was more interested in going to places were the locals go and eat. I can always check out a western-style restaurant on my own time. I wanted to experience something more authentic. I forget that name of the restaurant, and the signage in the front was in Khmer, but doing a google search and looking at my geotagged photos, made me conclude that the restaurant is called “Ktom Sre”. There is a default facebook site for it: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ktom-Sre/521283438041740, and all of the posters for the facebook site were all Khmers. So maybe I was right and this is mostly a local favorite, and farang went elsewhere. Fine by me. So I lifted this from the facebook. So your party picks a hut, and every hut had a table. There were no chairs, so everyone sat on the floor, like so: This is not us obviously, but it gives you an idea of how the seating was. Ours had more mats on the floor, more body pillows, and also had a hammock. We pick our hut that was next to another hut that had 15 locals eating a late lunch. Some of the people had their shirts off and sleeping on the floor. We all take off our shoes, and I was encouraged to take off my socks as well. I do and was immeditely thankful. All that walking and touring overheated my feet. Having it free of restrictions was a welcome sensation. CB arranges some pillows and asks me to lie down on the floor so I can relax. There were two fans in the hut and one of them was directed at me. Laying down immediately relaxed me. CB rubbed my head a little bit as well. As I lay there, the boys look at the menu: I wasn’t asked what I wanted, they did all the choosing. After deliberating they call over a “waiter” and told him what we wanted. After a few minutes we all get glasses, a bucket of ice, a tray with some cola cans, juice cans, and bottled waters, and a pan with some murky water and some lemon slices floating in it. FK and CK asks everyone what they wanted to drink, and they distribute the drinks. I ask for a water. CB takes the pan and puts it in front of me. I sit up and ask what it was. CB tells me to wash my hands in it. I do and my hands smell of lemon. CB then washes his hands too and then the pan gets passed around. We wait for the food. While we wait the boys talk in Khmer. Sareth talks to me in English and I talk about my job back in the USA. The boys listen in as well. The waiter comes back and asks a few questions about the food. After 10 minutes he brings a pot of rice and some vegetables. I am told the vegetables were called Morning Glory in oyster sauce. The waiter brings in some plates and utensils as well. When the waiter is out of earshot the boys begin to talk in Khmer again. Sareth tells me that everyone was talking about how handsome the waiter was. I wasn’t really paying attention, but it did show that everyone in the hut, including Sareth, was a gay man. And we all check out the handsome waiter if he waits on our table. The waiter comes back and gives us more cooked dishes. He was very handsome, and probably 20 years old, but I still felt CB was more handsome. All the food comes and we take photos: Actually everyone takes photos. Again to Facebook. The main dishes were a roasted chicken, grilled fish, and steamed snail. Everything tasted great, and the snails were a good choice. The chicken was kind of stiff and there was hardly any meat on it, and pretty soon it was torn apart by everyone. The flavor was good, but there wasn’t a lot of meat. So I tell CB to get another chicken. It comes and we tear into that as well. We were all very hungry, and 5 hungry boys with big appetities meant we consumed a lot of rice. Through the course of the meal, CB serves me food. With the chicken, he took the meat out of the bones so I didn’t have to. Everyone was eating with their hands so I was encouraged to do so as well. Conversations were in Khmer mostly, and Sareth made it a point to talk to me in English once in a while. CB did as well, but he was also busy tending to my needs. As he has always done in the past. It takes probably an hour and a half from ordering to finishing the last bit of food. Everyone was careful to finish every bit of food that was left, which wasn’t much. When we slowed down from eating we just laid back and relaxed in the hut. The fans and the shade was enough to cool everyone down. The pan with lemons was again passed around to wash away the food remnants in our hands. We drank our colas and talked for a bit more. FK shut his eyes and took a little nap. Sareth asked me and CB what we wanted to do next. CB looked at me. I was so full from the lunch, and getting sleepy because of it, that I opted to just relax for now and go back to the hotel after. I lay down for a bit and CB and Sareth talk for a bit. It was a pretty relaxing end to the lunch, which I guess was the point of going to a restaurant with floor mats so everyone can relax. It definitely was the way to end an intense Angkor Wat tour schedule. The dishes were cleared by the hot waiter. Then the bill was given to CB. He looks at it for a bit before handing it to me: I could not understand it. I was told the total was 143,500 riels. Which came to about $35. All that food for $35! I give my wallet to CB and he takes the cash, including tip, and handed it to the waiter. So with our tummies full of food, our brains filled with knowledge, and our souls blessed with spending quality time with good friends, we head back to Siem Reap. My last night in Siem Reap next…

You won't be sorry. Sareth is very good with tailoring his tour to your needs and pace, and is very adaptable if there are changes to the plans. Ya in Bangkok recommended him to me and like Ya, both are very good tour guides, both very knowledgeable and fun-loving as well. A good combination to have. I am now in touch with Kaung, the Myanmar tour guide for Siam roads, for my planned Yangon and Bagan trip in December. Yes, I believe it is just bad luck. I've had tremendous luck with Cambodians, better than Thais actually. Though I've had more Thais so maybe its just the sample size. All you can do is try more Cambodians right lol. For his sake, I hope so too. We have talked about this a long time ago. He always wanted me to be his BF, even after I told I already had one. I do like basking under his love and caring, and I will be jealous of whoever gets to be the BF, but as like many other boys in Thailand, the BF also needs to have the means to support him. Anyone up for the job will be rewarded with a lot of love I am sure. What are you saying, hot guys can't be bottoms? LOL You should see my phone. There are 20 times more photos than what I share here. Glad I can share a fraction of what was a great trip. We as customers pay a lot to be close to this beauty, so the boys in turn know that they need to take care of what earns them money. I was just messaging with Sareth a moment ago. I am glad he is getting a lot of business coming this month, and in my opinion he is worth every penny. As a friend he is a hoot as well. Him and Ya in Bangkok are similar in this regard. Great tour guides and great friends.

Day 5.0 I Wat to go to there Despite our best intentions to retire early the night before, we managed to go to sleep around 2:30 AM. So you can imagine a 7 AM alarm time was not welcomed by anyone in the room. And the copious amounts of alcohol that was consumed last night did not help things. I woke up with a slight hangover, but not too bad to render me incapacitated. I pop a few pain killers, drank a full medium sized bottle of water, and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. The combination of the hot shower, full drink of water, and pain killers did the trick. I felt a little bit better. Cambodia Boy (CB) was on his phone while waiting for me to finish up in the bathroom. He got up and woke up Fit Khmer (FK) and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) from their slumber. CB went in to pee and shower, and left the door open for both FK and GK to access the toilet. CB got out of the shower and began his elaborate beauty regimen. I text Sareth to see where he was. It was almost 7:45 and we still had to eat breakfast. It came free with the room so we might as well take advantage of it. Sareth replied quickly, said that he was already at the lobby. I apologized that we are not ready yet. He said to take our time and not worry too much about hurrying up. I forget that this is my tour and I can do as much and as little as I want. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too. I wanted boys in my trip, and all that came with that, but I also wanted to tour one of the world’s greatest wonders. There was bound to be some compromise with one of these activities. I guess the touring part of my trip will suffer. I ask CB if I needed to wear pants to Angkor Wat. I read online that tourists wearing shorts weren’t allowed to climb the higher levels of Angkor Wat. CB says he heard this as well, but it is kind of hot today, and he was worried that I will overheat wearing pants. CB says to wear shorts for now and we can ask Sareth what the rules were for clothing. I wear the longest pair of shorts I could find, one that barely covered my knees, and the boys all wore pants and looked sharp. We all get ready by 8 AM, and I tell them we will have breakfast first. FK mentioned that he was super hungry, he said “the sex” last night made him hungry. Fair enough, that’s probably why I’m starving as well. CB takes my umbrella and says we should leave after breakfast. We all head down to the hotel “restaurant” and pass by the lobby. We see Sareth, decked out in his official tour guide uniform, sitting in the lobby chairs with another tour guide. He stands up to greet us, and says he will just be there because he knew we were all gonna get breakfast. He has done this before. CB asks about the clothing rule, in Khmer, and Sareth looks at my shorts. He tells me, in English, that I should be fine, as long as my shorts can cover my knees a little bit. We find the restaurant and sit in one of the tables. We look at the menu and see that there are the items that are “free”, ie. included in the free breakfast, and other items that can be ordered for a fee. I get my usual American breakfast items (eggs and breakfast meats with toast), and the boys get similar items. CB orders an orange juice, not a free item, and I do the same. Soon everyone does the same. I get some coffee as well. We eat leisurely and after 10 minutes we ask for the check. The waiter says it will be put in my room bill. I leave a $1 tip and we head back to the lobby. Sareth is now alone, and we all walk out of the hotel onto the street. Sareth asks, whispering, “Did you have fun last night?” I say “You bet!” I put my arms around both FK and GK and we all laugh. Glad everyone seems to be in good spirits, even if we did not have enough sleep last night. CB puts his hand in mine and squeezes it. I look at him and we both smile at each other. How come he still looks fresh and immaculate even with little sleep? We get to the van that was parked in the side of the street. CB jumps in and sits in the front row, and puts out an outreached hand to me to guide me next to him. FK and GK sit in the next row of seats, and Sareth sits next to the driver. Sareth shows us a cooler full of bottled waters and some ice, and reminds us to hydrate regularly during the tour. The driver starts the van and we are on our way to see Angkor Wat. The boys in the back start talking in Khmer, and CB couldn’t resist and join in the conversation. Sareth talks to me, in English, and began talking about the general layout of the whole Angkor Wat park complex. Our main goal is to see Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm, and then go break for lunch, and then, if we had the energy, we can explore the greater complex of Angkor Thom, specifically Bayon and nearby structures. I google a map of the park and see how everything was laid out. While we talk, it was pure mayhem with the three Khmer boys. Talking, laughing, roughhousing, tickling, singing, it was mayhem. The driver laughs at certain remarks the boys were making, and Sareth would once in a while shake his head in either horror or shame. How many times this trip have I wished I understood Khmer? I make it a point not to ask what they were talking about, and wait till someone illuminates me. Ultimately someone does, this time it is FK, probably seeing my bewilderment. He said they were talking about last night. “Last night fun?” I ask. FK says yes. I look at CB and he says “they want to know who was better in fun. FK or GK” I laugh out loud and kind of scandalized by the conversation. CB insists on getting the answer. “Who was better, FK or GK?” And then another exchange in Khmer. The driver is laughing, Sareth was smiling nervously. I assured him that I was fine. I guess he was not used to this lack of tact before in public. I refused to give a direct answer and just said “I am not sure, maybe I can try again tonight to see who was better.” Everyone laughs at my answer. After about 15 minutes we slow down and we see the main entrance of the park. We stop and park and Sareth says that I will need to buy a ticket to access the park. We both go to the ticketing cashiers. Sareth tells me because everyone else is Cambodian in our party that they don't have to buy tickets. The "Angkor Pass" was $20, which to me was cheap considering the wonders I am about to witness, as well as it was a contribution towards what I hope is maintaining the park for generations to enjoy. We get to our first stop, Angkor Wat. The boys calm down a little bit and everyone gets out of the van. We approach the temple on this side: Sareth takes my photo, alone, posing in front of Angkor Wat. And then the boys get into it as well. Each needed a photo alone, then a group photo of all three, then one with me. Lots of selfies, posted eventually to facebook. I’m actually glad its not just me acting like a tourist. Everyone wants a photo, even if they have been here before many times. We walk to the side of the Wat and the boys start talking in Khmer. Sareth uses this opportunity to talk to me, the western tourist, about the temple. First he starts by saying that I might not be interested in the history of the whole park so he will skip all that. I told him he was wrong, I totally wanted to listen to what he had to say about how the park came to be, its place in Cambodian history, as well as efforts to restore it. I then talk about a documentary I saw years ago about efforts to recreate the non-stone structures, in a computer model, that were in the area that are now gone. I talked about the technology used, Lidar, that was able to detect these structures through laser light. I said that this was a technology used in my line of work. Maybe I came across as flighty and superficial because I brought money boys with me? Maybe I projected a sense of disinterest with nuance because I was too focused on my fun? In any case Sareth was generous with his knowledge of the park and we had a good exchange on the history of the whole complex. Meanwhile, the boys found the monkeys at the park: Sareth warns them about taunting the monkeys too much, and to not feed them. CB gets closer to me, away from the monkeys. He got kind of freaked out by the monkeys. FK began taunting him and then some roughhousing ensued. Boys will be boys. We get to this entrance and selfies and photos were taken again: I wish I could show you guys the photos with the boys. After walking a bit into the Wat, we get to the Bas Relief Galleries and Sareth talks about the 37 heavens and 32 hells: CB listens for a bit before he gets carried away by FK’s and GK’s sheningans. We pass by a ton of headless buddhas, due to prior theft that pre-dated the preservation efforts in the park, which was both disturbing and bizaare to me: We head over outside and CB promptly opens the umbrella to protect his skin from getting tan. He is deathly afraid of tanning and has worked hard to whiten his skin. I take a lot of pictures of him and his umbrella. He is adorable. I take a photo of FK roughhousing with everyone. He surely is very outgoing and rambunctious. GK is more reserved, but FK draws him out of his shell at certain times. Sareth keeps his façade of being the grownup in the group, but sometimes utters some witty asides or the occasional joking remark pertaining to the boys. I, the ringleader of the group, was just enjoying the day with my boys. I certainly did not envision that this was going to be my Angkor Wat experience, but now that it was happening, its hard to imagine any other way I could’ve done this. We pass by this wall sculpture featuring dancers doing the famous Cambodian “apsara” dance: Sareth challenges the boys to pose in front of the wall and do their best apsara poses. They rush in front and did their best. Lots of photos. Sareth then instructs me to get in the middle of the action and act as the king surrounded by the “divine” apsara dancers. Again lots of photos. Everyone was laughing and having fun. It was time to go into the upper level. This was not the main stairs, but just to give you an idea of the ascent we made: Lots of pretty photos to take. I took a photo of this reclining Buddha, the colors were striking: The view above was pretty nice as well: There was a buddhist monk in the area, giving out blessings. One by one the boys take turns kneeling down the monk, getting blessed, and get their fortunes read. They give some Cambodian Riels as donation. CB gets a red string bracelet put on his left wrist. Sareth explains to me the string bracelet on the left garners merit to the wearer. CB then encourages me to get a blessing as well. He tells me to get the bracelet on my right wrist, for luck. I pick the red one as well, and get my blessings from the monk. I leave $1 as donation. The stairs were very steep, and seemed steeper climbing down: We pass by more impressive structures as we head out of the Wat. Sareth was very game in talking about Angkor Wat information in the face of Khmer boy roughhousing and endless selfies. As we move away from the Wat, Sareth points to the horizon and the temple, positions me and tells me to take a picture. I didn’t get it at first but after looking at it more I got it. This was where almost everyone in the world takes a photo of the temple at sunset. I take several, not as impressive as those professional photos, but still impressive to me: A fitting end to what has been a unique way to see this world treasure. I challenge everyone here to see Angkor Wat with three rambunctious boys. It definitely enhanced my experience lol. It was almost 12 noon. Sareth suggests we go to the next temple first before we break for lunch. CB agrees so we head back to the van to get aircon and waters. It was hot out there but present company sure made it more than bearable. Ta Prohm next…

Hey 777ckl. Funny to see my old trip report pop up. That was a good time. It is not an hourly rate, for either short time (ST) or long time (LT), though intuitively short time should not exceed 3 hours, at least from what I've been reading here. Long time can range from the boy staying till 6 am the next day (with at least some sleep), or could extend to the after the next day. Depends on the boy, on you, the activities and the circumstances, this is only a general rule of thumb. Generally I've had fairly good luck offing boys and inviting them to my room. I never feel as if they will be dangerous. Using the in-room safe is crucial of course. Anything that can't be in the safe I can stand to lose. The Crowne plaza even have safes that can fit my work laptop. Some hotels have security that takes the boy's ID before they are allowed in your room, and when the boy leaves security will check on you to see if everything is ok. Though I've been staying at Airbnb condos, and hotels that don't check id (Crowne plaza and the former Marriott pattaya), I've never felt at risk when offing boys. I got your message btw. I'll add you on whatsapp when I get a minute.

Day 4.8 Jomtien-ing our way through Siem Reap It was 11 PM, and the boys were buzzing about in Khmer. They seemed to come to a consensus before Sareth told me in English that the boys want to get their dance on. I asked if it were like Heart of Darkness in PP. Sareth told me there wasn’t really a gay dance club in SR, but we were going to the next best thing: Temple Club. We get back to Pub Street and the boys excitedly head into the club: They place was packed! I was told that this place was always swinging, and on a Tuesday low season night, it is still the place to be. The whole place was pulsing with trendy dance pop music. The customer base consisted of tourists and locals equally, and everyone was having a good time: Cambodia Boy (CB) and friends looked for an empty table. They wanted to sit down, drink, and get down and boogie as well. Sareth and I stood back and enjoyed the ambiance. I told him about how much fun I had in Heart of Darkness in PP, and it looks like this place is busier than that place. They made the whole place look like an Angkor Wat temple filled with figure heads and temple implements and a rustic feel to the décor: No doubt the customers present have had a taste of Angkor Wat earlier, or like me, about to the trek tomorrow, so the Temple theme is appropriate, though the merriment and drinking is probably turned down to a 1 when visiting the real thing. And the only worshipping going on at the moment was for liquor, and the strength of one’s devotion corresponded to the alcohol content of one’s drink, The boys came back defeated, unsuccessful with their quest to find us a table. I told them no matter, we can find a corner and we can drink there. We found one of those little tables in the edge of the dance floor that was empty. We quickly claimed it and the boys flagged down one of the waitstaff to order some drinks. As Jomtien boys they are very familiar with drinking. I would have thought that since they drink everyday for a living, they wouldn’t be doing it if they didn’t have to. But here they were, spearheading the quest to get more liquor for the night, even demanding it to be brought really quickly because they were thirsty. As we waited for our drinks to arrive we danced in place around the table. Everyone was into it. We all were just gay boys visiting a cool club and dancing to beats we all knew the words to. This takes me back to 10 years ago, when I was their ages (roughly), equally eager to drink and dance to the beat. Now at 35, at least back home, my forays into pulling all nighters drinking and dancing are fewer and farther between. Somehow Thailand, and now Cambodia, enables me to take me back to that time when it was OK to drink too much, to make a fool of yourself on the dance floor, and not have a care in the world. Somehow, possessing a mortgage and going through intense work meetings and just having overall adult responsibilities have dulled my sense of abandon. The country, the boys, and the booze enabled me to get all that back, at least for one night at a time. We get our drinks in the form of two giant pitchers filled with a dull brown liquid and a yellow-ish liquid. I ask what they were, and I get the answer “alcohol”. LOL, OK, no problem. The fluid of the pitchers were distributed in shot glasses, the other one had straws. Alright fine, it’s a stronger liquor in one, and a chaser in the other. We all fill our shot glasses and everyone raises their glass to toast. We down all of it and some have the chaser as well: The lighting in the place was great. It was dark but there were enough lights to see everyone. There were some laser lighting scattered in the place and it gave it a modern feel around the more rustic elements of the temple décor. The boys were able to have fun dancing around the laser lights. Everyone was dancing, including Sareth, and once in a while we will stop and pose for a selfie or a group photo, some of which have been put on facebook. I didn’t care about being in the photos with them. It was a memorable time that should be documented. CB probably was the most mindful of the time. After an hour of merriment, we have finished the chaser pitcher, but the liquor pitcher was still half-full. So CB does what every Jomtien knows how to do when needing to down alcohol quickly: play a game of rock-paper-scissors. There were five of us that will play the game, and it takes many tries to get to just one loser, and the loser gets to drink a shot. This was reminiscent of my time in Jomtien, where I did the same thing: Echoing my earlier comment: “You can take a Jomtien boy out of Pattaya, but you can’t take Pattaya out of a Jomtien boy,” CB wants us to play the game not because the boys wanted to finish the bottle sooner so that their customer can order another bottle, but because he was being mindful of the time, and the need to get some rest, because of the daunting walking and touring we will be doing tomorrow. And sure enough, the stronger liquor was finished pretty quickly, in a matter of 20 minutes. Fit Khmer (FK) got the majority of the shots (maybe he wanted to drink more?), and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) got the least amount. I think I was able to drink three shots. CB gamely, almost business-like, downed his, and Sareth got a fair amount. The game is always adds a fun element to the night, and everyone always laughs and gives the loser a hard time. We managed to dance some more in between shots, and some more after all the booze was gone. After a while CB asks me if I wanted to go. I said yes, I think it is time. I inform Sareth that we are retiring to our hotel and hopefully we can wake up at a reasonable hour. We all make our way back to the hotel, the Pub Street sign wishing us goodbye: On the walk back to the hotel, CB, FK and GK begin to talk in Khmer. They were talking pretty intensely and I was curious what they were saying. While walking Sareth and I fall behind after a while and Sareth discreetly informs me that they were doing some planning on what to do with me once we all were back at the room. I ask, “What to do with me?” Sareth says yes, something to do with having fun. I quickly got it. They were planning logistics on the “fun” part of the night. CB thinks of everything. I give Sareth a worried look, but he assures me that it was all good. We get to the hotel and the lights are dimmed for the night. Rambutan asks all guests to deposit their keys at the desk. Everyone is forced to anyway, because they give us these giant plastic tags on the key ring that makes it impossible to put the keys in your pocket. This is probably a wise decision on the hotel’s part. The somewhat intense nature of walking and touring the Angkor Wat complex makes losing those keys pretty easy. We get both our keys for our two rooms, but with the knowledge of just using the one key for one room. We say goodbye to Sareth. He says he will be back at around 8 AM tomorrow, but no worries if we are not ready. He knows how it is. Once in the room FK and GK take off all their clothes and rush into the bathroom to shower and do other things. CB then sits me down, tells me that they were talking about earlier. He says that the boys may want to have fun before going to bed, and he asked me if I wanted to join in. I said sure, but asked him what will he be doing. He said he will be going to the upstairs terrace to listen to music and look at music videos. I ask him if he was sure this is what he wanted. He said yes, he knew I wanted it as well. While we wait for the boys to finish, we both take off our shirts and we cuddle shirtless in the bed. He shows me youtube and tells me he remembers the songs that were played in Temple Club, and found the music videos for it. Again, the music videos he finds aren’t the official artist’s videos made by the record company, it is the ones that have English lyrics flashing in the screen. This is his way of knowing the correct English words being sung in the song. I always admired his eternal quest in perfecting his English. The boys emerge, both in towels. They go to their corner of the room and put on underwear. CB instructs me to shower next while he talks to the boys before heading up to the terrace. I do my thing for 5 minutes, half horny about the possibility of getting on with 2 very cute and sexy Khmer boys, and half nervous of partaking in such an un-spontaneous moment. I guess at the end of the day (literally), what I wanted was sex. I emerge, in my towel as well, and the boys were laying on their bed, on their phones. CB is gone. They see me and the take down their phones and sit on the queen bed. I laugh nervously and say that I am nervous. FK laughs and tweaks one my nipples, and told me to relax and let both of them do all the work. I take off my towel and hide under the covers. They join me under the covers on opposite sides of the bed, and start laying their hands on me. FK starts kissing me, lightly at first, and then deeply. He has been pretty touchy-feely with me all this time, now he is showing how much he really liked me. GK aimed further down, and quickly put my cock in his mouth till it grew. He was doing a great job, and the combination of the kissing and sucking almost made me cum. It was sensory overload that can only happen in a threesome with you being the object of affection. GK works on my balls and legs, and he was pretty good with his tongue. He stayed in that area for a while. FK was paying attention to my upper half, licking my nipples, my neck, and kissing me. They were right, all I had to do was sit back and relax. They were all doing the work. FK takes off his underwear to reveal a fully hard cock that was respectable in size. I start touching it to jack it off but he pushed my hand away, telling me to “just relax.” It was all about me. GK then joins FK and we all kiss. Threeway kissing is always awkward but we tried. I put my hands on the back of their heads, and they started kissing each other. This sight alone was enough for me, but there was more. FK sucks on my cock, and then with FK holding my hard cock, GK puts a condom on my cock, and FK sits on my cock and thrusts up and down. I was loving this. FK was gamely sitting on my cock with a smile on his face. GK was looking at both of us, jacking off while we were fucking. After a while FK gets off and it was GK’s turn to sit on my cock. He was more forceful, and I had to hold him to temper his thrusts. I was getting into it, and was very close to cumming. Sensing this, GK gets off and takes off the condom and sucks me. When I can’t take it anymore I tell GK I was close. He stops sucking and jacks me off. Cum flies all over. Both boys then go on opposite sides of me and start chuck-wowing together. They closed their eyes while chuck-wowing. FK cums first and my chest catches everything. GK cums next, and the cum just kept on coming. It was a lot. It quickly spilled on the bed. FK quickly gets a towel to catch whatever he can. I laugh and tell them “Good job!” with two thumbs up. They both laugh. They then ask me to go to the bathroom with them to clean up. In the bathroom both soap me down till I was clean. I towel off and let them clean themselves. Back in the bed I Line CB and tell him we were done. The terrace door opens and CB comes back down, still shirtless and in headphones. He takes off the headphones and pants and lies down with me on the bed. He asks me if I had a good time. I say yes, a lot. I then say I wished he joined us. He says maybe tomorrow. I tell him I look forward to it. Lots to look forward tomorrow, including of course, Angkor Wat.

I was lucky it turned out the way. Again, it helped that I have known CB for quite a while so we are comfortable with each other. Your mileage will vary, of course. Yes, like vinapu said, buy a ticket and fly. But seriously, its taking me a while to get to SR, and it looks like I am taking my time talking about SR as well. 3 Siem Reap posts and I haven't talked about Angkor Wat yet. And if you can do me a favor, if you like what I write, write a trip report of your exploits as well! Thanks traveller123. It doesn't take as much time to write these as you think. Words just come pouring out of my head. The memories are amazing and the memories pretty vivid. I derive a lot of joy recounting what happened through writing about it. CB has the same indignation when he gets mistaken for Thai. You are lucky that SR is a shorter trip for you than Bangkok. It is 20+ hours of travel for me. How I wish I could drive there from home... Thanks ChristianPFC! It matters a lot coming from you. Your blog and your travel is an inspiration to me. I don't think I can completely live full-time in Thailand/Cambodia, so I like that you write about your exploits, having lived there for an extended amount of time, and being able to speak the language. Its fun to read your blog, and I thought about doing a blog myself. But it is a ton of work, and I am not in Thailand as much as you do. Though I guess i can talk about my other travels, of which there are a few. And thanks for the grammar tip! You think native english speakers would know the difference of lay/lie/lies, but i guess I am one of those Americans that can't seem to get their act together when writing about it. Some of the chicken in Cambodia are very splintery and cartilage-y. I talk about it in one meal (in a future post). I was lucky that i did not have to negotiate prices while i was there. Can you elaborate vinapu? Have you had less than positive experiences with Khmers? Oh the pressure. People check the forum to see if I have posted the latest installment? I can't slack off then! LOL. Thanks for the positive feedback. Again, any feedback, good or bad, encourages me to continue to post, be it here in the thread or though private message, of which some of you have done. As the saying goes, "A rolling stone gathers no moss." I've traveled almost the length of the day to get here, I might as well make the most of it. There is a lot to do in PP, SR and Thailand, one will always have their hands full if they choose to. Thought as you notice I take a lot of naps. Which is not a waste of time, I know. It enables me to be fresh and ready for the next experience.

Day 4.6: You Reap What You Siem Any trip to Siem Reap of course meant going to Angkor Wat, so a month ago I immediately thought of getting the tour guide for Siem Reap in SiamRoads, Sareth: There are ways to get hold of him through the website of course, but I contacted Ya, the Bangkok Siam Roads tour guide, instead. I’ve used his services a number of times in the past, and since then I’ve been in constant contact with him through Line, and talk to him from time to time. I felt Ya out, how was Sareth? Ya said he was very good and he was actually meeting Sareth for the first time in early September. He was going to Thailand. Ya immediately got me and Sareth in a group text and I talked to him from there. After asking me what I wanted from the tour, I was able to construct an itinerary with him, going to Kompong Kleang to visit the floating villages, as well as Tonle Sap Lake, on Day 1, and then Angkor Wat park and three temples on Day 2. Unfortunately, I had to cancel a day each for PP and SR, so that meant cancelling the Day 1 itinerary, and sticking to the Angkor Wat day. Sareth was pretty understanding about the situation. Now as I write this I wish I did not shorten Cambodia, and just reduced the Bangkok days, but oh well. There will be other opportunities in the future to get to Cambodia for sure. Sareth and I have been texting regurlarly on the lead up to the Siem Reap trip. He was usually just checking in to see if I arrived to the destination for the day, and how I was and what I was doing. I threw him a curveball of cancelling Tonle Sap, and now, I threw him another curveball, my party grew from 2 to 4. He was able to deftly change our vehicle from a car to a van. I then explained to him who I was with in all honesty: 3 Pattaya money boys. No judgements from him, and just clear acknowledgements (OK maybe some personal remarks, but I will keep this between me and Sareth ). When we meet with Sareth, the boys eagerly peppered him with questions, in Khmer. I was curious as to what they were talking about. CB tells me they were asking him about his business, how much it pays, what kind of education it takes for one to be a tour guide, etc. Sareth looks at me and asks me, in English, if it was OK for them to talk to me in Khmer the whole time. I told him, of course, I don’t mind. They were curious about you. Sareth held on to ask questions from the Khmer trio till he thought he was being rude to me and then started talking to me. I appreciated the effort but really, I’d rather everyone be themselves around me, so everyone is comfortable. Cambodia Boy (CB) knows this about me, and Fit Khmer (FK) and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) most probably were prompted by CB about this. Sareth asks me what kind of food I like. I tell him I do not have any preferences in food, so my rule is when I am in a new place, I try the local cuisine. He suggests a restaurant in the popular part of town. We start walking there and everyone seems to be in a good mood. They go back and forth in Khmer and English, and I more or less get the gist of what everyone was talking about. FK keeps me close and puts an arm around me like he usually likes to do, as if to show me I am always part of the group even if only Khmer was being uttered. CB was always shy when it comes to public affection, but FK seems to not have any qualms about it. I didn’t mind the contact of course. We duck into an alleyway appropriately called “The Alley”, and stopped at the restaurant "Purple Mangosteen", which I understand was also a hotel. Sareth is greeted by the staff and we get seated on one of the tables at the outside of the restaurant. The boys and Sareth grab hold of the menu and rattle furiously in Khmer about the food choices. I wasn’t asked what I wanted but I trusted their judgment, especially CB because he knows what I liked (which is everything). After ordering Sareth shows me the food items on the menu that they ordered. Five dishes to be shared family style with everyone. While we waited for our food, GK, in broken English, asks Sareth about what we can do as far as nightlife in Siem Reap. He told us there are a few choices we have in SR but it is not like Bangkok, of course. I do hope Cambodia does not have a complex with respect to being compared to Thailand. The boys, especially CB, seem to be explaining how things that are in Cambodia in terms of Thailand. Maybe because I am familiar with Thailand that they have to do this. I am sure the deep-seated, centuries-old, animosity between the two countries extend to having pride over their own countries, regardless of whether things are smaller or less sophisticated etc. Regardless, things were described to me in Thailand terms again - the good: cheaper, less crowded, more laid back; the bad: less choices, no gogo boys, less crowded. I tell Sareth (and the boys) about my impressions of Phnom Penh. They were actually eager to listen to what I had to say about their beloved PP. All I had was good things to say, which was the god honest’s truth. Charming, relaxed, enjoyable, cheaper compared to USA, will go again in a heartbeat. CB unleashes some Khmer ode after that, and then explains to me that he was talking about my infatuation with Space Hair. I then show them photos of the boys. They quickly understand my infatuation. Soon the food arrives, and it is a nice feast for five hungry boys: CB, as he always does, serves me. Rice, some curry, some chicken, some beef, some veggies. All yummy again, of course. Most of the conversations going forward were in Khmer, with some whispers in English from CB. Sareth tells me about tomorrow’s itinerary, but reminds me that it is my tour, so it can be as short or long as I want, and can start anytime, to consider the possibly late night we will be having tonight. I tell Sareth we can play it by ear, but I tell him I do want to sample the gay entertainment in the city. We finish eating and Sareth asks for the check. Sareth gives me the bill and I ask if they accept credit cards. Sareth says yes so I give him my card without looking at the bill. He takes it to the cashier inside and sits back down. One of the staff gives the credit card slip to me. I looked at the price - I was scandalized by the amount: $12.50. All that, and drinks, for $12.50? Is that possible? Sareth says he was given a 50% discount for being a loyal customer. This was tremendously cheap. I couldn’t get that cheap price for a proper sit-down meal for one person here back home, let alone for 5 people (I checked my credit card statement online just now to double check the amount, yep, it was $12.50). I put a $2 tip in the check book and left it on the table. We start our trek to our first bar. On the way we pass by Pub Street, the “Walking Street” of SR, without the streetwalkers, I guess: It was alive with activity and tourists, pretty good for Tuesday night in low season. It got us in the mood for the bar we were going to: Barcode, a gay bar. Sareth says it was a favorite first bar of the night for bar hoppers in SR. It is a nice place to get a first drink, and they have a little show that is earlier than the other bars. We get there and, apart from one customer sitting on the bar on his laptop (?), we were the only ones there. But it was only 9 PM, so it is early. We sat on one of the loungers and looked at the drink menu. About 5 minutes, a party of five Khmers came in and sat on the adjacent loungers. I tell CB my drink order and he orders for me. The boys order as well. We have some pleasant conversation. It was a very nice bar. The lighting was pretty chill for relaxing. The lounges and chairs were pretty well situated and ideal for socializing. We get all our drinks, and mine was a little bit on the weak side. Sareth tells me the show usually starts at 9:30 PM. The show starts, and it’s the very familiar lady boy show: Nothing too remarkable. I forgot what she was lip-syncing to. But perhaps because I was talking to the boys that’s why I don’t remember. At 9:45 PM, Sareth says we should probably go to another bar, a more popular one, called Station Wine Bar. We drink up, I pay for everything ($18 for 5 drinks) and we leave. It was a short walk to the next bar. At the door, they have this signage: Looks promising. We get in and there were probably 4 other customers in the bar. Very quiet again but it was low season. We get seated in good seats next to the stage. There was a mezzanine up above, and I see some lady boys in sequined gowns, and a few good looking boys. They were waiting for the 10 PM start of their show. I tell CB again I wanted a rum and coke. Everyone orders and we get out drinks pretty quickly. I eye some of the waiters, some of them were pretty good looking, my type. The show starts with a good-looking shirtless boy lip-syncing to a boy ballad. He knew all the words, and was emoting with the music. But of course the main attraction was his pretty face and nice torso: Next was a lady boy singing “Halo” by Beyonce. She was pretty good. Lots of emotion and was mouthing the words pretty well. There wasn’t a case of “lip-syncing with an accent”, a phenomenon I see in Thailand, wherein the ladyboy cant seem to mouth the English words well, and instead it looks like she was singing with her accent. She was pretty funny too. One customer gave her a dollar: Next was a princess-looking lady boy who sang a J-pop song: While she was singing, all three Khmer boys were singing with her. All three knew the words being sung. I found this funny. I videoed some of it, obviously cant share it here. CB Lines me a link to the YouTube video. The song is ‪赤いスイートピー - 松田聖子. Apparently it’s a very famous J-pop song in Cambodia: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COYNJQMiqz0 After that, a solo dance number from good-looking guy: A duo number with another shirtless Khmer: And another duo shirtless number: BONUS: a link to a video clip I took of the number. Click on the link to go to the clip: https://vid.me/Zvcs And everyone gets onstage for a last number: Overall, it was a pretty fun time. The numbers were pretty well-crafted, the music pretty catchy and lively, the talent good-looking and entertaining, and all the customers were enraptured by the entertainment. The drinks were pretty good as well, and everyone was in a great mood. The show finished around 10:45 PM. We started talking about our next plan for the night. Everyone clearly did not want the night to end just yet. So we finish our drinks and I pay the bill ($22 for 5 drinks) and we head out of the bar, in great spirits. We all almost skipped to our next destination… To be continued

Day 4.3: Four's Company Looking at Siem Reap and the buildings that we pass by in the car, there were really no remarkable structures or obvious landmarks. I was expecting some kind of organized infrastructure because of the popularity of the city for tourists who come for Angkor Wat. But maybe that’s how Cambodia is right now. It’s part of its charm. The impressive structures of Angkor Wat are what counts anyhow. When my flight got cancelled and I was rescheduling my trip, I asked CB if spending 2 days in PP and another 2 days in SR is too short. Maybe I should use all 4 days in SR instead, going to the temples on multiple days. CB said he knows me well, and he knew I would be bored with SR after a few days. I guess the only side of me he saw was the hedonistic side: getting boys, long nights, and lots of booze. Maybe he did not think I would find Angkor Wat interesting. I stuck with the 2 days from his suggestion. It's mid-afternoon when we get to the city center. The streets were full of locals, tourists, and tuktuks moving around. Fit Khmer (FK) tells the driver where to turn to get to the Rambutan Hotel. He has been to this hotel before. We turn into a narrower street away from the business and I see signage for Rambutan Hotel. I take a crisp $100 bill from my wallet and give it to CB. We get out of the car, FK and Gorgeous Khmer (GK) take both my bags and their own bags, CB pays the driver, and we all head over to the hotel. So I was able to rebook the Rambutan from 3 nights to 2 nights in the midst of my rescheduling. It was for their two-bed (one queen size and one single bed), 3 people occupancy suite for $60 a night. My problem? We were 4 people total. I could probably just say we were 3 people and be done with it, and discreetly go in and out of the hotel with all 4 of us, but I did not want to do that. I’d rather get another room and get all of us 4 registered, since they were part of my party. Yes, another change in my plans, I have to adapt. I tell the boys to sit on the lobby chairs by the side while I sort things out with the hotel staff. I get greeted by the head hotel staff at check-in. I give the manager my passport and let him look for my reservation. He greets me by name and first thing he says is I got upgraded to the Deluxe Villa, which is two floors, with the same number of beds. The first floor has the beds and bathroom, the second floor is a private terrace with a shower, tub and lounge chairs. I thanked him for the upgrade, but I told him that we were 4 total people. Was it possible to fit 4 people in the room, I ask. He told me it was not possible, as 3 people were the maximum occupancy for their rooms, but he could get me another room, a suite with a queen-sized bed for a discount. Without any hesitation I say yes. I point to the rest of my party (to the boys) and one of the staff asks the boys, in Khmer, for ID as well. The manager says something to the other staff there, and pretty soon me and the boys get cold drinks and cool moist towels to wipe our brows with. The extra room was about $45, so at $105 total for two rooms, it was still a reasonable price for me. I tell CB about the two rooms, and he instantly tells me that “We all stay in one room, right?” I say yes we all will, but now the staff needs to show us both our rooms. So why don’t we go to the Villa room, and let FK and GK go to the other room. One of the staff shows us our villa, another staff member takes FK and GK to the other room. Both rooms were on opposite sides of the hotel complex. CB and I get to the somewhat steep stairs to get to our room. The staff member unlocks the room and reveals a pretty nice and well put-together room. I see a queen sized bed and a single bed in the first floor of the room. Website photo: She then shows us both the upstairs that has the private terrace with the shower, tub and lounges. Website photo: The boy pictured is not included in the room. I however, came prepared on brought three of my own. We say goodbye to the staff member. CB then tells me he will be back and leaves the room. After 10 minutes he comes back with FK and GK with their luggage. He really wanted all of us in one room like one big happy family. Fine with me . The boys talk in Khmer about the room, checking out the bathroom, the furniture, amenities, and the terrace upstairs. The jagged Khmer tones come back. After a while it was just white noise to me. They talk for a while, and then they switch to English to ask me what I wanted to do. I told them I wasn’t sure, and then asked them what they wanted to do. CB tells me I am the boss. I tell him that is not true, I think you are the boss. Everyone laughs, and then after a few suggestions, we all decide that we are all hungry. The meal in Skun was 4 hours ago, and now we were ready to eat again. I mention that we do have a dinner set up with Sareth, the Siam Roads gay tourist guide, so we can just get snacks for now. CB agrees, and barks some orders to FK. CB then gives FK some money. FK nods to everything CB was saying, and then he goes to me and kisses me on the lips, telling me “I go outside.” When FK leaves I ask CB where he was going. CB says he told FK to get some snacks and drinks. CB then suggests that we take a shower together after the long drive. GK says he will use the shower in the terrace. I say OK to CB, but why together? CB says he wanted to be alone and be “sweet” with me before eating. I will not say no to that. We get in the bathroom and take off all our clothes. He turns on the shower and we find the soap and shampoo. We start kissing and we kiss under the stream of water coming out of the shower. CB starts soaping me up and then tells me that he cannot have sex with his friends. He says that both are OK having sex with each other but he cannot be there with us. I tell him this is fine. I understand that he doesn’t see his friends that way, but why are his friends OK with having sex with each other? He says that they where boyfriends before, so they have done it before together. He only knows them as friends, so it was awkward for him to have sex with them. I told him I was fine with this. CB tells me to just tell him when I wanted to have fun with them so he can tell them. We kiss and do a soap down and just be tender with each other. No cumming really, just some alone time. We finish and towel down and emerge from the bathroom in towels. I see GK in a towel as well, laying down on the single bed, texting. CB and I modestly put on clothes in GK’s presence. And then we hear a large noise outside. GK shouts “Oh no rain. FK is outside.” He hurriedly puts on clothes and heads outside. After 5 minutes we get a slightly wet GK and FK back in the room with some plastic bags. Food has come! GK unwraps the food and I see 4 baguettes wrapped in paper, as well as some waters and candies and gum. FK says that the baguettes have “Pâté” in it. Very French. The boys sit on the floor to start eating. CB tells me to sit down so we can eat. I do, almost giddy that I get invited to this picnic. I get handed one baguette. I unwrap it and bite into it. This was awesome. The baguette was very fresh, and the pâté was kind of sweet. The boys tore into the food, and were laughing and talking in Khmer. Photos with incriminating tattoos taken out: We finish up and the boys clean up the wrappers. FK takes off all his clothes, revealing his sinewy lean physique, and goes to the bathroom to shower. CB asks me what I wanted to do next. I tell CB since it was raining outside, we really can’t go out and explore. And I told him I was a little bit tired still since napping in the car wasn’t ideal. CB suggest we all nap for a couple of hours before dinner. I told him that was a great idea. We can be fresh for undoubtedly the long night ahead, and we can at least conserve energy because tomorrow is a long day for Angkor Wat sightseeing. CB and I get situated in the queen sized bed. GK lays back on the single bed, and FK emerges in a towel from his shower. He puts on some boxers and lays beside GK. The aircon is turned on up high so the room was cool, so everyone was under the covers pretty soon. I Facebook message Sareth that we will be looking at meeting around 7:30 PM for dinner tonight. I set the alarm for 6:45 PM and try to get some shut-eye. The alarm comes and everyone stirs awake. I tell CB that Sareth will be waiting for us at 7:30. CB tells the boys in Khmer and soon everyone was getting ready. We wash our faces, style our hair, put on cologne. FK is very shirtless and is proud of his abs while he is getting ready. GK is styling his long locks to a trendy style, showing his striking features even more. And CB, the fairest of them all, takes all the time in the world to get ready. It takes a lot of effort to look that good, and all the effort shows in how he looks. Eventually it was obvious to me that everyone was dressing up the same: long sleeved button-down shirts, stylish jeans, and smart shoes. I hate that I only took with me universal farang wear: t-shirt and shorts. While we all wait for CB to get ready, FK puts his arm around me and asks me a few questions about myself. My work, my city in the USA, my hobbies, my favorite food. CB shouts something in Khmer to FK but he ignores CB. I answer gamely, and GK listens as well. They ask me how long I have been going to Thailand and I tell them. They ask me if I liked Cambodia, I tell them very much so, the locations, the food, and the boys. CB then asks me something interesting, who do I like more, Thais or Khmers? I tell them, of course, that I like Khmers more, lying a little bit. In reality I really have no preference. And then I tell them why. I told them they were cuter, more fun-loving, and more truthful. This was of course, lifted verbatim from CB’s own words. One night after he had to share with me with another Thai boy, he asked me why I liked Thais. He said Thais will say anything to get our money. They will tell you: you are handsome man, sexy, and good in bed. CB, however, says that he will always tell the truth to me. And he does. Sometimes brutally so. But I rely on him to be honest with me every time. I count on him to do so while we are together. I look at the time, it was 7:45. I tell the boys to hurry. I text Sareth and tell him we are late, obviously. He says it was fine, he was just hanging out at the hotel lobby talking to the staff. The boys hurry up and soon we are all heading down the stairs to meet Sareth. We see Sareth, sitting down, texting on his phone. The boys then say hi to Sareth, and Sareth stands up and greets everyone. He then tells me that “I think we will need a van tomorrow, instead of the car I got.” I tell him this is fine. We were all in a car for 5 hours today, so a van would be better. After some small talk we head out of the hotel. The boys then excitedly talk to Sareth in Khmer. I wonder what they were talking about. To be continued…

Thanks guys! Like I said earlier, feedback, positive or negative, means a lot to me, and makes me want to write more. It was an awesome vacation and there is a lot to write about. I am also leaving a lot out, some too personal, but I think what I put out there is good enough. It will be amazing to see the progress PP will go through in the next decade. I'd like to at least make it a point to stop by, even just for a couple of days, to check out the progress and changes, make note of the prices of the food and drinks with the progress, as well as sample the boys and night life. Yes, its hard to believe, but writing about the experience is almost as fun as going through it. It gets to me relive the awesome times that were had. It extends the vacation for me. I've been in the USA for 15 days now but the vacation is still very much alive in my head through my storytelling and rereading what I've written. Unfortunately recounting the details sometimes makes me realize that I've could've made better decisions in certain things, but overall I think writing about this is a net positive for me. As paulsf says, it is a form of therapy for me. I'm glad you guys enjoy it. I think if it were a different group of boys, like if it was just 3 boys I picked out randomly, it wouldn't have worked. But CB is (now) and long-time and familiar friend, so I know him almost inside out, so choosing his best friends to come with us was a no-brainer. He trusts them, so I didn't have anything to worry about. Yes, the bread is to die for. Can't wait to go to Vietnam to try their version of baguettes there. So much to explore in the Indochinese Peninsula! And guys, is it just me, or has the forum been relatively silent these past few days?

Day 4.0: Little Highways, Big Dreams The theme for this trip has seemingly been change. Changes in fortune for a farang meant I got my Myanmar boy back. A change in my first flight meant reducing my time in Cambodia. And the appearance of other Jomtien boys in my travels made my change my companion count for Siem Reap. With all this change, one thing had to remain the same for me: my openness to experience everything. Instead of being too conservative about choosing what to do next or whether to fold in fear in the face of adverse change, I have instead, been game and open to everything that came my way, and that’s probably why it took me 12 or so posts to describe what happened to me in the course of only 3 days. In the face of so much change, I made the most of everything, saying yes to almost anything and anyone, and being open to whatever was put on my lap. So seeing that I had the opportunity to get two more boys in my entourage in Cambodia, best friends of my beloved of the moment, Cambodia Boy (CB), and being cute and sexy in their own right, I took it. Sure, it was going to cost me more money, more mouths to feed for 2 days, more whims I have to sastisfy, but someday, when I am old and gray, and cannot do this anymore, I will not be looking back at this point in my life wondering, boy, I wish I invited those two extra boys with me. I bet that would be fun. I chose to find out what would happen if I did. Now, you are about to find out as well. It was again 5 AM when CB and myself wound down and got to sleep. The alarm cruelly wakes us up at 8:30 AM. The car service was picking us up at 9:30 – 10, and we had to leave the condo unit, so we had to pack up our stuff and clean up. I wake up and look to my left, CB is still sound asleep. He looks so peaceful. I kiss his forehead and hug him. I stand up and head to the bathroom and do my business and shower. I put on a tank top and shorts and style my hair and get ready for the day. I go up to the bedroom and see CB still asleep. I lay beside him and spoon him till he woke up. He says “Good morning” and hugs me back. I tell him the time and remind him that we have to leave. He reluctantly stands up and texts a few people (his friends and the driver, he says). For $20-$30 a night this condo was a good deal. Comfortable beds, basic but complete amenities, cold aircon, and strategically located close to Space Hair and the riverfront, it was definitely a great AirBNB find. Plus, I was able to bring anyone I wanted to the condo, without any hotel receptionist or guard being all up in my business. One drawback to this property would probably be that it did not have a safe to store my passport and money for safekeeping, but then again CB was my only overnight guest, and I trusted him implicitly, so I did not need a safe. Lone travellers interested in long time offs probably will need the safe, and I recommend that you have one if you are with strangers. I Line the owner and tell him we are leaving, and asked him where we could leave the keys. He answers after a few minutes and told us he was coming to the condo to get the keys and say hi. He said if he wasn’t there before we left, we can just leave the keys in the mailbox up front. I pack up, throwing away a lot of candy wrappers, browns paper bags and plastic bags, and probably 10 empty water bottles. A third of my trip is done, there are still 7 nights to go. CB emerges from the bathroom naked and looking sexy. I squeeze his cock, but I know there is not time to have sex right now. He draws me close and we kiss. This is probably the last time we will be alone together before 2 other Khmers crash our party. He’s definitely been open to whatever I throw at him all this time, but then again, I’ve had time in the last year to get to know him more and see his limits, so I knew this trip was going to be a success. We finish packing and talk for a while before we get a knock on the door. It was the owner saying hi. He enters and thanks us for the business. I compliment him on the great property, and assure him that there will be future stays from me. We talk for a few minutes about my future trips, Siem Reap and Bangkok, before I tell him we have to go. We get to the convenience store across the street and I see CB’s friends already there, sitting on the seats in front of the store. Fit Khmer (FK) was wearing a ballcap put on backwards, and he looked younger that his late 20s. The other friend, lets call him Gorgeous Khmer (GK) because of his striking looks and big nose, was listening to music, but when he saw us come, he quickly takes off his earphone and hugs me. FK takes my backpack, and GK takes my roller bag. I guess with these many boys I don’t need to carry any bags at all. I ask how everyone was doing, I get numerous responses of “No sleep” or “Drink too much” or “Hungry”. I suggested that we buy some snacks in the store, so we do and get a few things like chips, waters, pastries and gum. I pay of course. CB tells me that the car service is coming. He asks me where I would like to sit in the car. I told him I wanted him by my side, so I’ll choose to ride in the back on the right side. He conveys this information to everyone, and FK says he will sit in the front. Pretty soon we get our car: It was good enough for the ride to SR, and we all fit, but I am guessing a bigger van would be better to get for a journey with 3 boys and myself. CB told me the price was $100 for the ride, and we can make stops on the way if we wanted. I thought the price was reasonable considering we will be in the car for 4.5 hours, and we were 4 people. I imagine I would be paying half the total for 4 people if we all take a bus or van, so I was not too worried about the price. And definitely cheaper than flying. We all pile in the car. The driver talks to me in Thai(?). I answer I am american. CB explains to him in Khmer and the driver apologizes and talks to me a bit in English. I tell him its ok and laugh it off. He says once we were outside Phnom Penh he needs to get gas for the car, but it was included in the fare. I nod yes and off we go. I close my eyes for a bit sleep, and pretty soon the three boys get into a lively discussion, in Khmer. The driver laughs at the conversation, perhaps the boys were hamming it up for the driver. I did not mind not understanding anything they were saying, and I was content in just being in the background. CB makes it a point to ask me, numerous times in the trip, in English, if I was OK. It was very considerate for him to ask me. I assured him everytime that yes, I was very much OK. GK in the opposite side of CB, also asks me if I was OK numerous times. FK, in the drivers seat, sometimes talks to me in English, perhaps explaining to me what the current conversation was. Overall, it was pretty nice and laid back drive. I ate some of the snacks that I bought. CB tells me that he asked the driver to stop at some point to have lunch, to assure me I will not go hungry the whole ride. As we leave PP and enter the countryside, I notice that the there are no big freeways or highways in Cambodia, at least not like that in Bangkok. Most of the time we were in a 2-lane highway, and there were barely any vehicles in the route with us. It made the drive more peaceful and worry-free, and it was nice to see Cambodia this way. As expected, everything looked very rural and undeveloped, perhaps not for long if progress was on the way in a few years. I see numerous signs telling us the miles to go to get to Siem Reap. I google map where we are and I get this: 4.5 hours of this is not bad. I wonder if busses or vans are more comfortable than the cramped quarters of a car with 5 people. But this was at least a little bit faster. We pass by villages and towns and I check out the boys who littered the roads, usually shirtless, either walking, selling some food, or just hanging out. I often wonder how those boys get from the streets of Cambodia to the bars of Pattaya, like the three boys in the car have done. I know CB’s story, an all too typical story of soul-crushing poverty. I wonder what FK and GK’s stories were. We get to Skun, a village 40 miles north of Phnom Penh, and a popular stopover for travellers making the trek between Siem Reap and Phnom Penh. FK asks me if I like Cambodian food, and I tell him I like it and hopefully we are eating some for lunch. He said yes, he knew of this restaurant along the highway that also had toilets. We get to the restaurant: The boys head to the toilets to pee, and I do the same. When I was done, GK takes my hand and leads me to the food, displayed up front: GK explains to me the various dishes displayed. Some chicken, beef and fish, some soups and vegetables. And baguettes of course. All look yummy. I tell GK that they can just order what they wanted and I’ll eat it. GK leads me to a table where he barks some orders to the waitstaff, and pretty soon we get some glasses and some tea. The tea was poured over ice so it was some kind of iced tea. The taste of the tea and coolness of the ice was a welcoming sensation from the hot day. Once all the food was decided, CB sits beside me, and FK and GK sits also. The driver sits in the far end of the table, and nods to me in acknowledgement. Pretty soon we get served: Everyone was hungry, including myself, so it was a free for all. Everyone was happy, joking, and talking in Khmer. Having dined with CB before, I knew he was going to serve me my food. And he did, explaining what the dish was every time he gave me a portion. The fun was very yummy, and it hit the spot for me. The restaurant did not have aircon, and we were the only customers that time, but I was having a lot of fun. I did not understand anything the boys and driver were saying, but it didn’t matter. After eating everyone got sleepy. The driver turned up the air a bit and it made everyone comfortable enough o sleep. CB, sitting in the middle, puts his head on my shoulder to sleep. I rest my head on the window and I try to get some shut-eye. Everyone seems to do the same. The familiar jagged Khmer tones that I have gotten used to have ceased, as everyone is tired from the little sleep we’ve all had the night before. The driver carries along as he takes us to Siem Reap. One after another, we pass by villages and towns along the way. And then, all of a sudden, we pass by bigger buildings and see more people. I see signage for Siem Reap and Angkor Wat. It was almost 3 PM, and we have arrived. Siem Reap awaits…

Day 3.8: Straight Boys, Gay Boys I did the math, I slept a total of 11 hours today. This is why I felt bright-eyed and bushy tailed at 1:30 AM. And frisky. And horny. It’s probably because I’ve had six Khmer boys in total that I was flirting with, the three Jomtien boys that just left, and the three Phnom Penh boys who took their places in my table. I ordered another drink (my fourth) as the bar winds down. Chef Guy takes my order and comes back with it. MilGuy was a Khmer guy in his mid-20s, and has been the most present in my Space Hair odyssey. He was there when I first sat down last night, and danced with me at the gay dance club Heart of Darkness. He is here again, closer than ever, and engulfing me in his 6+ foot frame, long arms and broad shoulders. He’s had his arm around me in different parts of the night. And right now, with the other guys, TankTop Guy and Chef Guy in my table, he is the one on my side. I casually ask him how long he has been working here. Not long, he said. He has told me he was straight yesterday, but I ask him today if it bothers him that gay guys ogle over him, touch his body, and ask him to sit with them. He said he enjoys the attention and the company, and has gotten used to how to flirt and serve drinks and make people happy. I ask him if he was interested in earning more money in Thailand by moving there and being a money boy. He said he was definitely interested and actually he was talking to my CB about it. Like having sex with male customers, I then question him. Sure, he said, he can probably do it. He has not done it before but thinks that it will be relatively easier than being a laborer in PP. Now of course, I usually don’t believe the boys in Thailand who tell me that it is their first time with a guy, or having sex, etc. It’s usually an illusion they want to project to a customer. But for some reason I believe that MilGuy has not done this before, that he is straight, and trust his instinct that he will not a have a problem performing around other guys. I then ask the million-dollar question: do you want to go home with me and have sex with me? With no hesitation he says “Yes!” emphatically, and hugs me for effect. Part of me wants to have sex with me, because he is handsome, muscularly fit, and has a humble country thing going for him, but also I wanted to successfully say I have “offed” someone in PP. I am doing this for all of you guys here in the forums lol. For research purposes, of course . With all the customers except for myself in the bar, and my drink finished, Javier, the owner of Space Hair, tells me that they are going to start closing up the bar. I tell MilGuy I was going to settle the bill. Chef Guy hands me a bill for $57. I figure drinks for CB and his friends, drinks for the boys, and my own (4?) drinks, and the dollar total was a steal. I give Chef Guy $60 and tell him to keep the rest. He hugs me and takes my money. The boys then start taking the chairs and tables from the front patio and putting them inside the bar. I stand to let them complete their job. Javier and I then go out in the curb and talk about the process of closing up shop. Apparently the bar is also a salon by day, though it is by appointment only, and his boyfriend is the only hairstylist for now. The process of turning the bar into a salon involved taking the whole front patio out, with its modular parts, and revealing a sidewalk that matches all the other day business next door. It was an impressive process. The patio disappears; the plants in the periphery are now the main front door decorations for the salon. A lot of thought was made to make this transition easy every single day. While in the curb and now bigger sidewalk, Javier and I talk about his boyfriend: how hard he works, and how proactive he is in making sure the salon and the bar is promoted in social media and other places, as well as how the hotel next door has attracted a bigger gay clientele since Space Hair has moved in next door, and the possibility of maybe joining forces for the hotel and the bar to be more “gay-visible”, packaging their synergy to a more affluent gay tourist population. I told him I will repay his hospitality by telling my upwardly mobile gay friends to stop by his bar when the visit PP. He asks me if I wanted to go to Heart of Darkness again. His boyfriend is now here, and he feels better, and it looked like I have a connection with MilGuy. I said of course, I had a lot of fun last night, so lets replicate it, now that I have MilGuy for the night. Javier barks a few orders to the boys, and pretty soon he gets a tuktuk to whisk me, Javier, his BF, and another boy, to the club. MilGuy shouts to me that he will be riding with another boy on his motorbike. So there is a gaggle of us, again, going to the club. We get to the club, the same club helper rushes to Javier and helps everyone out. We get the same table with the same great vantage point (Javier’s table, perhaps?), and Javier orders drinks and some cocktail snacks for everyone. The gin and food come and pretty soon we are drinking merrily to the night: I Line CB that we are at Heart of Darkness, as well as I was with MilGuy. I get an “OK” emoji from him. MilGuy, myself, Javier’s BF, and two other Space Hair boys all get to the dance floor and dance our hearts out to great dance pop songs. Some photos in the club: A mirror ball, tasteful décor, and a bunch of cute Khmers, dancing their hearts out in the darkness of the Heart of Darkness. MilGuy was game for all of this, dancing to the beat, and not having a care in the world. Or maybe he does but is not showing it. The others were also having fun, and the combination of booze and good beats made everyone more carefree than usual. I was definitely in the same headspace. As much as I love going to DJ Station in Bangkok, with its equally pulsing beats and great space, I’ve always found myself sandwiched between a couple of hundred or five of Asia’s most energetic gay guys, all jostling for attention in the hopes of landing the perfect guy that night. Heart of Darkness could pass for any Bangkok, or name-your-urban-city gay dance club, with its own share of cute boys, but the crowds are more sparse, the prices less extortionary, and the vibe more laid back. The Space Hair boys who came with us were Super Drunk guy and another guy who I haven’t seen before. He was more game than the others, more touchy-feely, and a better dancer. Gay, perhaps, but cute like the others. He was trying to make the moves on me, the other boys, and the other patrons of the club. While I have made my choice for the night, he would definitely do on another night. At 3:30 AM I decide that it is time for MilGuy and I to know each other better. I pull him aside and let him know I was ready to leave. I go to our table and tell Javier it was time for me to make an exit. Javier and his BF thank me for patronizing the bar and buying his calendar. I offer to pay for the drinks and again he says no. I give $5 each to the other boys who came with us and I got hugs as well. MilGuy and I leave and he calls a tuktuk. I then freeze, I don’t now the way home or what to say to the tuktuk driver since I relied on CB to get home all this time. I tell MilGuy this, MilGuy says not to worry, CB told him where the condo was. Damn that CB really thinks of everything. We get on the tuktuk and pretty soon we were at the condo. MilGuy tells me how much to pay the driver and I hand him $2 and he gives it to the driver. We get to the condo and MilGuy admires the décor and the furnishings. I sit on the day bed and don’t know what to say next. MilGuy goes upstairs to look at the bedroom. He says the bed is huge, and then he takes off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. We talk for a bit about what he is used to in terms of living quarters, and how many boys he shares a room with. I offer him some snacks that CB and I buy, but he said he wasn’t hungry. He did take a bottled water in the refrigerator though, and almost finished the bottle. I suggested that he shower, and show him the bathroom. I ask him if I could watch him shower. He tells me why not shower together? I like the sound of that. He takes off all his clothes, and I take off mine. It was a shower for one, and with his height and musculature we were a tight fit, but it was enough to be able to clean each other, but uncomfortable for any sexual fun. We got wet, soaped each other down, and laughed the whole time because of how cramped it was. I took his cock and slowly massaged it. It didn’t take a much before it grew probably four times the size of it soft. Man that was a big cock. And really really thick. The foreskin wrapped the cock whole, and it was almost too small for the cock it was covering inside. I’m always glad when the cock is proportionate to the height of the guy. The cock looked big on him, even at 6+ feet. I was careful to clean his cock and his ass, as I wanted to explore all that. After showering, I hand him a towel and he dries himself with his back towards me. I don’t know why he all of a sudden became modest. I dry first and leave the bathroom to go to the bedroom upstairs. I made sure the condom supply was there but I doubt it was going to be used. After a few minutes he comes up with his cock still hard and protruding from his lanky frame. I ask him to lay down to be comfortable. He seemed nervous but was still smiling. I ask if he was OK and he said yes, but was honest enough to say he wasn’t sure what he could do for me. I tell him not to worry and just sit back and relax. I was going to have sex with a straight boy, apparently his first time with a customer, so being as laid back as possible was key. I massage his cock until it was full strength again. I put it in my mouth, the parts that I could fit in. After a while I got tired. It was just too thick for any long time sucking. But it felt good in my mouth, my hand, and he tasted great as well. I looked at him and he was just looking down, smiling at what I was doing. I tell him to turn around so I can see his ass. He shows me his perfect mounds and I part the cheeks. The hole was just excellent. I put my tongue in there, and soon my whole face. I took my time, and he was appropriately moaning, hopefully in pleasure. I knew I wasn’t going to get to fuck this, so this is the next best thing. After all this I tell him to lay on his back, and I lay with him and look at him. I ask him how he was with all that. He said it was actually pretty fun and he could cum that way. I joke with him that if he was moving to Thailand for more money, he probably needs to be comfortable with getting all that done to him by guys. He says it was fine, but he was not sure if he could do it just anyone yet. He said he got comfortable with me in the two nights we hung out so it was easy for him to be with me now. He was not sure about other guys. Maybe what he said was the truth, maybe he was saying it for a bigger tip, but that moment I believed him. I ask him what would it take for him to cum. He said he can just chuck-wow and he can do it. I offer use of my ipad for videos but he says he’ll be fine. So he starts jacking off, and I do as well. Just seeing his muscular tall frame, jacking off that large cock, was worth the price of admission. After 5 minutes he cums, a lot, and the bed is again stained. He laughs and gives me a pat on the chest. I cum soon after and then he gets up to get some tissues in the bathroom. I wait and then he gets back with the tissues and wipes me down. Instead of showering he puts back his clothes on and lays back down. I do the same and then text CB and ask what he was doing. After 5 minutes he replies and says he was just waiting for my Line text. I tell him he can come back so we can sleep and get ready for Siem Reap. He tells me he is leaving right away to go back to the condo. MilGuy was on his phone as well and asks me if I needed him to stay the night. I say no, CB was coming back now. I reach for my wallet and hand him $50. I figure accompanying me all night, going to the club, and a short time chuck wow is all worth that. He takes it graciously and we exchange Line. He says he will wait for CB to come so I will not be alone. I tell him I wanted to go to the convenience store across the street to get some snacks. He goes with me and I buy my stuff. We wait on the seats in front of the store for CB, and we just talk about PP and Bangkok. After 5 minutes I see CB driving a motorbike with 2 of his friends in the back riding with him, and they stop in front of the condo. I found it funny that three Pattaya boys can fit in that motorbike. CB sees us and walks towards us. CB and MilGuy exchange a few words in Khmer before switching to English to talk to me. MilGuy thanks me for the time and he hails a motorbike taxi and he is off to go home. I then talk to CB’s friends who were just waiting in the curb and ask them what they did all night. They said they just drank all night. I ask them if they still wanted to go to SIem Reap with me. They said yes. CB then tells me to go back to the condo so we can get some sleep. As we return to the condo, CB asks me for all the details of the off with MilGuy. He asked about everything, the sex, the dick size, how good he was, how hot the sex was, and how much I paid. I told him everything, no reason to keep anything from him. CB then asks me if I really wanted his friends to come to Siem Reap with us. I told him yes, and then asked him if it was OK if they could join in my fun. He said yes, he assumed I wanted them for sex and not to just be there because they were his friends, I tell him it’s a combination of the two. I wanted him to spend time with his friends, but also it could be a threesome/foursome situation for myself. I assured him that I will pay them for their time, their food, and their lodging, same deal if I was in Pattaya with them. In the condo he calls his friends and talks to them in Khmer. After the call he says that they agreed to go to Siem Reap with us. So I guess I will be bringing three Jomtien boys with me to Siem Reap. So tomorrow, Siem Reap, with three Khmer boys.

Day 3.4: A Taste of Jomtien in Phnom Penh The Killing Fields is definitely a must-see when in Phnom Penh, but is not for the faint of heart. Cambodia Boy (CB) is a fun-loving boy, so after a few minutes in the condo cuddling, CB drags me from my fetal position and tells me that he is hungry and we are having dinner. I eventually stand and we leave the condo and walk to the riverside again. After a few blocks CB chooses a traditional Khmer restaurant this time with a nice façade, by the riverside. We again go to the second floor, but we see that the seats with nice views are taken. So we choose a table in an area without any customers. We put our orders in and asked for waters as well. While we wait, we admire the décor in the restaurant. Lots of Khmer imagery and paintings. There was also a hat exhibit in the near wall where we were, and CB immediately goes to the hats and tries all of them on, to my delight. I took a few photos, because he looked so cute with his boyish enthusiasm. He is very successful in cheering me up again. The food comes (seafood fried rice, a pork stew with veggies and some stir fry chicken. CB likes eating family style so we share everything: Everything was so delicious. We talk about what we can do tonight and about the drive to Siem Reap tomorrow. He suggests going to bed early tonight because of the drive, but he knows it is not going to happen. I tell him I want to go back to Space Hair because I just had a ton of fun there last night. The owner of Space Hair, Javier, told me yesterday that today was his day off, but his boyfriend should be there. He wanted me to meet the boyfriend and I am curious to meet him as well. I promised him that I will come back. We finish dinner and head back to the condo to relax. Its around 7:30 PM so we had time for some shenanigans. Nothing too earth shattering, just some deep kissing and chuck-wowing. CB kisses like a champ, and likes to nibble on my mouth as well as push his tongue down my throat. We take off all our clothes and kiss and jack off, and cum and wipe down and get under the covers and sleep. The alarm wakes us up at 9:30 and we get ready for the night ahead. We shower together, nothing sexual, but its more fun to shower with a friend. As we get dressed he asks me if I was looking to get another boy tonight. I tell him yes but I did not know where to find a boy. I could go online in the apps but that would too time consuming, and it takes me away from enjoying my night. He told me I can probably get one of the boys at Space Hair to go home with me. I ask him if this was really possible? I told him that I did not know how the offing situation was here in Cambodia. He says that it should be the same in Thailand, but more discreet. He says I should feel out the boy I am interested in to see if he is willing to have sex for money. He is sure that most of the boys can will be available for money. It just depends on what I wanted to happen. At this point I would be OK if I didn’t off anyone, and just content with present company. But one thing I am open to is experiences, and offing someone in Cambodia would be both a fact-finding mission for myself, as well as satisfy my sexual urges. I probably wont be able to find anyone else that would be more compatible with my sexual needs than CB, so anyone I get would be just be borne of curiousity more than horniness. We get to Space Hair around 10:30 PM. The bar was in full swing, so all the tables in front were occupied, and some patrons were also in the back tables as well. Not bad for a Tuesday night. One of the waitstaff I haven’t seen before greeted us and told us to sit by him and one other Khmer woman in a table up front. Me and CB take the two chairs in the table and get situated. The greeter gave us a menu and we get our drinks (espresso martini and gin and tonic). Military Guy (MilGuy), who is now in a sharp button down and pants, takes our drinks to us, sets it down, and then leans his 6 foot + frame to hug me and CB. The greeter then introduced himself as the boyfriend of Javier. I greeted him warmly and commented on how fun their bar is. He asked me about how my stay was in Cambodia so far, and I told him about our activities so far: the great food, the condo, Killing Fields. It was nice recounting the stay so far with him, and I was quietly cursing myself for shortening my PP stay hastily because of my previous travel woes. I see CB begins to talk to the Khmer woman in our table and we were all having a good time just talking, enjoying the cool night, and savoring the alcohol. The owner’s boyfriend leaves the table to tend to some bar business, and immediately MilGuy goes to my side and hugs me again. Picking up where he left off, he engulfs me in his arms and asks me and CB about our day. We talk about PP and the Killing Fields for a while. One of the farang in another table (an Aussie), overhears my Killing Fields conversation and asks me about it. I convince him to give it a try tomorrow and some information on how to get there and getting a tuktuk. While I was talking to the Aussie, CB and MilGuy were talking in Khmer. Was CB trying to see if MilGuy would be open to go home with me? I wasn’t sure. But pretty soon CB finished his drink and gets on a call with a Khmer friend. After the call he asks me if he could see his friends while I hang out here in the bar. I tell him no problem. Maybe he now knows that MilGuy is game to be offed so he is trying to help a brother out by leaving and getting me alone with MilGuy? CB stands up and tells me to call him if I ever need him. I tell him of course. He leaves and immediately another hot muscular waitstaff who wasn’t there last night, sits with us and talks to me. He is very handsome and was wearing one of those tank tops with a deep neckline and deep arm holes as well, revealing a very chiseled torso. I comment that his body looked amazing and what he was wearing complemented his body. He responds by taking off the tiny tank top to reveal a perfect torso. Not to be outdone, MilGuy takes off his button down and reveals his perfect torso. I ask them if they wanted drinks and they both say yes. Both give their order to Chef Guy and soon they both were drinking with me. I ordered another martini and the combination of hot boys and alcohol made for a potent mix of fun. After taking more photos they sadly put their tops back on, to my dismay. After some flirtation and conversation, Javier, the bar owner, arrives and greets me and the boys. I stand up to hug him. I ask him why he was here on his day off? He said he came because his BF texted him that I was there so he wanted to say hi. He really didn’t live far from the bar so it was easy for him to come and check things out. I talk to him for a few minutes. MilGuy and TankTop guy leave the table to tend to other customers, but would sit down once in a while in my table for a flirt or two. I get into a conversation with the Khmer woman in my table who apparently was hanging out with her other Khmer friends in the other table. There was a Khmer lady boy, and Khmer guy and two waitstaff in the other table. She and I talked about the impeding long drive to Siem Reap tomorrow. She gave me some tips on where to go that was interesting on the way to Siem Reap. She asked me if I was Thai. I told her no, American. She was surprised. A young British straight couple came in and got seated next to my table. They order drinks and they both talk to me extensively after they find out I was American. We talk about travel in the area and how great the people were. It was close to 12 midnight and almost everyone in the bar was well lubricated with alcohol. This really was a cool place to just wittle the night away. I thought about other gay bars in PP that maybe I should check out. But I eventually never do because I am having too much fun here. While I was talking to the couple, and getting straddled by MilGuy, and sometimes by TankTop Guy, I see CB come in the bar with two of his friends. The get seated in the same table as the British couple and they order drinks. I turn my attention to CB and ask him what was up. He told me his friends wanted to check out Space Hair, as well as meet me. I reposition myself to talk to them. MilGuy leaves to do some business so I was able to talk to CB and his friends. It turns out they were all Pattaya money boys, working in the same Jomtien bar where CB works at. I ask them why there were in PP. They all say in unison “Low Season.” I ask them when they were coming back and they tell me maybe October or November. One of them was looking for a job in PP. The other said his BF lived in PP so he was there to also see the BF. They get their drinks and get mine refilled as well. I tell them I am paying for their drinks. They all thank me, and I thank them for taking care of CB while he was in PP. CB’s friends, like CB, were cute. Not as cute as CB in my eyes (its hard to surpass), but they were cute. They were all probably CB’s age or a little bit older. One of them had an amazing body, the other one had darker skin and had a striking nose that framed his whole face well. Amazing body guy tells me "You are handsome guy". I thank him and think he probably is trying to make a sale. You can take a Jomtien boy out of Pattaya, but you can’t take the Pattaya out of a Jomtien boy. He then tells me that CB loves me a lot. CB shoots him an angry look and chastises him in Khmer. CB then tells me he is only joking and says he is already drunk. We all laugh and I tell them because they were Jomtien boys that they know how to drink a lot. They told me they have already started drinking at their place because CB brought some beers to their room. I raise my glass and we all toast to the night. They then ask me about Siem Reap and what I wanted to do there. I told him CB was the boss, but also that I got Sareth, the Siem Reap tour guide via Siamroads, to go with us to Angkor Wat so I can get some more help exploring the amazing temples in Siem Reap. They told me they had some friends there who were also Pattaya boys as well. Maybe it was the copious amounts of alcohol, maybe because I liked CB a lot, but I spontaneously I ask both of them if they wanted to go with us to Siem Reap with CB and I. CB was kind of surprised by this and asked me if I was sure. I tell CB why not? These were your best friends, and I am sure you would like them to be there for extra company. CB tells me we can talk about it later but his friends tell me they weren’t doing anything in PP so a couple of days in Siem Reap would actually be fun. It was close to 1 AM and CB and his friends finish their drinks. CB tells me they were going back to his friends’ room to hangout. He asks me if I had company in the bar. I tell him maybe MilGuy will be my company for a while. CB says good choice and tells me to again to contact him if I needed him, anytime. They all stand up to leave and I get hugs from everyone. The British couple leave as well and soon I was alone in my table. I wasn’t alone for long of course. The three Khmer boys who just left were immediately replaced by another set of Khmer guys: MilGuy, Chef Guy and Tank Top guy. It is 1:30 AM, and the night is young. To be continued…

My friend is not pressuring the boy. The boy wants to be able to go to America and he is worried that he won't be able to talk to anyone when he is here, or even to be able to answer the TSA or Immigration when it is needed. My friend wants to help the boy, and the boy is willing to get the help (at least from what I saw in the few moments I spent observing their personal dynamics). The AUA suggestion was great and it looks like the boy will be registering and taking the next placement test in October. I love "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." Thanks kokopelli! Life is too short to sweat the small stuff.

I'm sure most of us here are eager to read about your trip! I always like reading about the different experiences we have when in Thailand. Don't be afraid to ask questions! People here are, for the most part, very helpful .

Good question! I've always had a healthy libido which accounts for me and my BF's difference in sexual needs. 3 partners a day is fairly rare but it happens and normally anal only happens once, but I can easily cum 3 times a day. I don't use the pill because those boys are hot enough to stimulate anyone without aid lol. Seriously tho, I think sleep is better than the pill (at least for me) to regenerate my sexual drive and enables me to have multiple partners a day. When in Thailand, I love me a disco nap, which allows me to have the energy to be on the prowl at night and get my freak on. With that said, BurBoy who is only 22, exceeds me in sex drive. I can hardly keep up and it seems like he is always hard. Which is not a bad thing per se. Here at home Grindr is enough to be able to meet guys on a regular basis, and I don't have a reason to check any other app. I've had good luck on PlanetRomeo, but usually Grindr has been good enough. Yes, these boys are awesome, and a lot more approachable I feel, than the same quality boys in Thailand. The one in the white is a sweetheart, and those pecs and abs are rock hard, as I have felt them up a few times . Thanks for sharing anddy. I did not have time to check out Toul Sleng prison as I ran out of time. Looks like I missed more of the story but I am glad that you made me aware of it. Definitely something to check out on a future PP trip. Thanks for all the great complements so far guys. Positive feedback fuels my desire to write more. I can't believe I was able to stretch one day in five posts. But I did do a lot this trip. I'm glad you guys are patient with me .

Day 3.0: Baguettes with a side of genocide We go to bed probably around 5 AM. Cambodia Boy (CB) and I talk some more, and he had to go through his beauty regimen as well, which took some time. We cuddled and went to bed. Fast forward to 2 PM the next day. I forget to set the alarm. I wake up in a jolt and slightly panicked about the time. I go to the bathroom to pee and shower. I get out and CB was awake on the phone speaking in Khmer. When he finishes his phone conversation I ask who he was talking to. He said he called the tuktuk driver from yesterday to tell him to pick us up to go to the Killing Fields in Choeung Ek. He tells me he is showering but says that we don’t have a lot of time because the Choeung Ek site closes at 5 PM. We are both leaving for Siem Reap tomorrow so understandably if I wanted to see the Killing Fields, which is a must for me if I ever find myself in Phnom Penh, I needed to do it today. Kudos to CB for being mindful of the time. It’s a fairly morbid thing to do on one’s holiday, visit the sites were million of people were tortured, killed and buried, but when I asked CB at the beginning what we can do in Phnom Penh, the first things he said was go to the Killing Fields. He is acutely aware of the draw of this site, its impact it has on his people, and the importance of the message it sends to everyone who dares to visit. CB finishes showering and gets dressed. He gets a phone call and it was the tuktuk driver, telling us he is here. He takes both our sunglasses with him and we leave the condo and get on the tuktuk. CB barks a few directions to the driver and we are on our way. CB, having known for quite a while now, knows that breakfast is important to me. So the tuktuk driver drives for a few meters before stopping at a bakery: CB tells me to sit tight while he gets us a little bit to eat on the way to the Killing fields site. He rushes to the counter (CB not pictured): He comes back with a plastic bag. Inside were some water bottles, a couple of meat sandwiches, and my first brush of Cambodia’s Frenchness: a freshly baked baguette: I held the baguette in my hands, it felt so warm and inviting. I quickly partake in it and give some to CB. The driver continues on his drive and we begin stuffing our faces with pretty awesome Khmer treats. Eating it in a tuktuk in motion and sharing it with a handsome Khmer boy just added to the experience. This Phnom Penh experience is pretty good so far. After ravenously finishing our breakfast, CB hands me my sunglasses and puts on his own. He tells me even if it has rained there probably will be dust along the route so it’s a good idea to protect our eyes. This boy thinks of everything. We continue on the long slog to Choeung Ek. On the way, CB tells me a little bit about the few times he has come to the site. He tells me whenever he comes he feels very sad. “Cambodia killing Cambodia so bad,” he tells me. “My country hurt by bad guy.” I share with him the little bit of information I know about this recent dark time for Cambodia. I tell him about other genocides across the world, and assure him that, while horrible, this was not solely a Cambodian phenomenon. Humans have been killing other humans since the dawn of humanity. Pretty heavy stuff for a sex tourist holiday, but it was appropriate conversation for the place we were about to visit. It was a long tuktuk ride, but I really didn’t mind seeing Phnom Penh and its outskirts this way. The small highway was a little but dusty but the ride was comfortable. Small houses littered the countryside. Most of the area is still fairly undeveloped and rural. But to me it was part of its charm. Maybe PP shouldn’t grow into the metropolis it aspires to be. Maybe staying small and humble is the way to go. If this was Bangkok we would be ensnared in one of its famous traffic gridlocks by now. Instead we are cruising along quite nicely in a tuktuk. After 40 or so minutes we get to Choeung Ek, one of the sites of a memorial for the people who suffered under the Khmer Rouge. I was expecting a huge crowd but instead I felt I was the only one there. CB directs me to the cashier were you get a ticket and the audio tour. I pay $6 and get asked what language I preferred. CB answers for me and gets handed the headphones and audio player. The whole site is basically a walking tour. There are stops that you can go to that correspond to the audio. With every stop there is a landmark or exhibit that you can stop to read, as well as listen to the corresponding audio. The walk is not very strenuous and everyone can make the whole loop. I don’t remember how many stops it has, but the narration is compelling and the story it tries to tell is important. It’s a monumental task to be able to humanize such unspeakable horror, but they did a good job telling stories of the victims, survivors, and even the villains of the piece. Here is a sample of an audio tour stop (which is s Truck Stop): And here is CB intently reading the English side of every exhibit. The opposite side has the Khmer translation. While reading the english side, he asks me to mouth out certain words he can’t quite read: One of many disturbingly banal signs scattered around the site: As well as one of many gravesites in the area, with tributes from visitors: I lucked out because of the recent rains because it made it a little bit cooler to walk around the site. It was very peaceful that afternoon. CB was always behind me, on hand if I had any questions. We get to the little lake that you walk around and it was a place for some contemplation and solace, and to listen to the various stories of the people affected by the mass murder that occurred here, in the audio tour. Strolling by the tall trees that were all over the walking trail makes you almost forget that this is where people, even babies, were tortured. It is incredibly moving to just spend time here, and as gruesome and morbid it is for bones to be littered around the are, or the skulls and bones to be displayed in various corners of the site, it is no match for what my mind had imagined the horrors to be. How appropriate that we end our tour with a magnificent view of the sun setting and peaking behind the Buddhist memorial stupa. We end the tour with hope, and thank our lucky stars that we are still alive: I return the headphones and player to the guards there. CB leads me to a little café in the site and asks me if I was hungry. I said sure so CB gets me an ice cream cone. We spot the driver and get back on the tuktuk. We were mostly silent on the way back, lost in our own thoughts and contemplation. Pretty soon we get a jolt of civilization again, as we get back to the busy-ness of the Phnom Penh city center: Traffic in Phnom Penh is a chaotic scene, but it shows me how alive and resilient PP's people are, even with so much death and destruction they had to endure. It’s 5:30 PM when we get back to the condo. I send some photos of the Killing Fields tour to my BF and describe how it was in the site. I then join a relaxing CB and we cuddle by the day bed. I hold him tight, he responds in kind. To be continued...

So I went to the AUA website and found some Bangkok branches. I talked to my friend about the website and we found this: Looks like its 3800 ฿ for weekday classes and 4600 ฿ for weekend classes. There is a placement test for 350 ฿. These are 6 week classes, 2 times a week for 30 hours total. There are 15 levels, so he talked about getting the boy the Level 1 class, and see if he likes it. If he doesn't then my friend is only down 3800 ฿ and 350 ฿ for the placement. Seems like a good place to start without too much of a financial investment, and the hours are that they won't interfere with the boy's work at night. Maybe this is a good way for my friend to be sure about his feelings for the boy, if the boy does this for him and be more proficient in English. I do hope they are successful. I want everyone happy .

From ct2005 below, I tried to at least match what I usually pay in Thailand. A boy sitting with me in a gogo bar or beer bar will get at least 100 baht. And I usually pay 1500 baht for short time in Pattaya. CB has told me that tips are usually lower in Cambodia than in Thailand, that is why the Khmer boys go to Thailand, that and there are more customers. Cambodia is a dual currency economy so shops take both U.S. dollars or Cambodian Riels. ATMs also usually give out US dollars. And 1 dollar is easier to give out than a bunch of Riels. CB told me to take a lot of 1 and 5 dollar bills to pay for food, drinks and boys. Its difficult to take 100 one dollar bills than 1 100 dollar bill, but I managed to take 50 one dollar bills and a bunch of 5's, so I freely gave them as tips. Thanks z909 for the great compliments. I take a ton of photos when on travel so it is easy for me to share them here. I hope that other trip reports also have photos, but appreciate any reports that appear here because i think a lot of us are curious on how others experience the countries we go to. I feel that there are less established tip amounts in Cambodia than in Thailand, where Bangkok and Pattaya tips generally fall into known ranges and widely known here in the forums. Like I said earlier, CB said that tips in Cambodia usually are less than in Bangkok and Pattaya, but like you, I tipped close to what I do in Thailand, at least in Pattaya. I want to go to Vietnam next, as well as Laos. Myanmar is already scheduled for December. I think I need to find a Viet or Lao boy to fall in love with and they can be a personal tour guide like CB was for me for Cambodia, and what BurBoy will be for Myanmar in December.

Day 2.9: The Heart of Darkness I send Cambodia Boy (CB) a Line saying I am done with Grindr Kid (GK), but we are going back to Space Hair for another drink because it was just 12 midnight. CB replies and tells me to just call him if I needed him. He was just with his friends. GK and I leave the condo to go back to Space Hair. Military Guy (MilGuy) was still there and greeted us warmly. I get another espresso martini (I am up for more!). GK gets another beer. MilGuy resumes cuddling with me at the bar. This bar is fun. And then Javier, the owner, introduces himself. He thanks me for buying his calendar. I complement him on his amazing bar. We talk for a bit about our own personal stories: where we were from, what I did for a living, what he did before owning a Khmer gay bar, how awesome Khmers are, and of course, how hot his staff were. He tells me a little bit about each one and about his boyfriend. It was as fun talking to him as it was to talk to the boys. We then talk about the Huffington Post article about his calendar and his bar, and how much business he got from people reading that article. He is very thankful for all the travellers who have come to his bar because of the article. He said the bar is luckily lucrative enough for him to continue on operating it. And even in the low season he always has customers. We are both in our 30s, and I tell him I thought that he has this all figured out. He lives in paradise surrounded by beautiful boys and gets to boss them around. I wish I did that too, but I guess I am choosing a different path in life, and I am not ready to leave home just yet. I am content with just visiting SE Asia once in a while. Javier calls on some of the boys to come over to pose. He tells me their names but I forget, mesmerized by the abs and muscles. I do take a photo: I am having too much fun, talking to Javier and flirting with MilGuy and the others boys. MilGuy leaves my side to go back into the bar to tend to business. I then notice GK by my side. I feel bad for ignoring him so I give him a squeeze. He gives me a little smile. I then turn my attention to him and ask him if he was OK. He said he was. I then fish out $40 in my wallet and hand it to him. I whisper to him, thanking him for his time, and he can leave and go about his night anytime he wants to. He smiles and thanks me and says he will stay for a while. Javier then talks to him for a little bit. At this point I Line CB and tell him I am at Space Hair and if he was free I’d love him to come back and meet us here. He replies and says he will be there soon. Meanwhile MilGuy comes back and continues to cuddle with me. His scent intensifies with more sweat he gets, and it is very hot to be engulfed in it. Super Drunk guy comes back and then takes off his shirt and starts grinding his chest on me. I did not mind that at all. Nice pecs and a six pack grinding on you can’t really be all that bad. But he was really really drunk, and he starts asking me questions but slurs every other word. I just play along and admire his bare muscular torso near me. At 1 AM CB comes back with all this happening. He sits on my table and Sexy Chef and Super Drunk guy leave to make room for him. He asks for a drink (some juice thing) and get served by MilGuy. CB and GK talk a little bit in Khmer. It was at this point GK whispers in my ear and tells me he is leaving. I hug him goodbye and walk with him down to the curb. I tell him to take care of himself and thank him for the good time. He says his thanks and says goodbye and I see him hail a motorbike to get home. I get back to my party and see CB and MilGuy talking in Khmer. I get back to my seat and MilGuy straddles me again. Javier comes back and talk to me for a while. It was 1:15 AM and the bar was winding down on this Monday night. There was one farang still there with a Khmer date, and they were being flirted on by a staff member. Javier then asks me if I have been to Heart of Darkness, the only gay Phnom Penh dance club. I tell him no but would love to go. He tells me too bad his boyfriend is off tonight but if I wanted to go he can get some of the boys to go with me and CB. I thought this was an excellent idea. Its close to 2 AM and Javier motions to the staff to start closing up. He motions for two boys to prepare to go to the club. And then he tells MilGuy to come too. As the rest of the staff close up shop, he gets a tuktuk. Myself, CB, Javier, and MilGuy get into the tuktuk. Some of the others boys get on motorbikes. 5 minutes later we get off at the club. One of the staff greets Javier and Javier motions to the staff in my direction. The staff also greets me and actually helps me off the tuktuk. The club was not packed but had a number of mostly Khmers in the premises. The staff gets us to our table and Javier whispers something to the staff and he goes back to the bar. After that a bottle of whiskey appears with some cokes and soda water. Our glasses get filled and we all toast to a good night ahead. CB gets into it, taking a huge swig of his drink before taking my hand to the dance floor. MilGuy and two other boys join us to dance. This is fun. Five hot Khmer boys dancing with me in the club. The music was pretty universal pop dance music, and I am having a lot of fun dancing with the young(er) folk. Javier was just by the table smoking. I mention him to join us, and he whispers to me that he is actually sick, but still wanted to come here because it was my first time. I told him he didn’t have to do that. I hug him and go back to the boys to dance. The place was actually pretty nice. It has high ceilings and the décor is pretty trendy. The drinks were great and most of the revelers were pretty cute. Some of them even joined our party and we all had a good time. 14 hours of being in Phnom Penh and I already felt that I could be at home here. CB was having a blast. Dancing freely and drinking as well. I was having drinks as well and it enhanced the fun. MilGuy was dancing as well but not as touchy-feely as before in the pub. It didn’t really bother me as no one was touchy-feely with all the dancing. It was hot to see the boys dancing with abandon, and looking like having a good time. Once in a while I would talk to Javier to see if he was doing OK. At 3:30 AM I decide that I had enough. There was some touring to do tomorrow. I ask CB if I need to tip the boys. He told me he doesn’t know, but up to me. Maybe it is good. So I give $3 to the three boys who danced with us, including MilGuy. So MilGuy has gotten $6 from me tonight. I get a hug from everyone. I go back to Javier and ask how much I own for the drinks. He tells me it is on him and to now worry about it. I hug him and CB hugs him as well. I tell Javier I will come back to his bar tomorrow. We leave the club and CB looks for a good tuktuk. We get on the tuktuk and CB gives the driver directions in Khmer and then we all leave the club area. CB then tells me he told the driver to take the long way to tour the city at night. This was a treat. I was not sure what roads we got on, but from the mapped geotagged photos: we went from the Heart of Darkness to the Independence Monument, circling the casino Nagaworld and going back to the condo. Some photos from the Phnom Penh Nighttime Tour by Tuktuk: Before we got to the condo we stopped by for some food. CB just chooses a roadside stall with food he grew up eating. He asks me what I liked and I tell him to just get anything he think would be good: We also stop by the convenience store to get more food. Back at the condo we partake of the feast. Some spicy fish and veggies with tofu and rice and everything tasted great and hit the spot. We ate all the fish before I was able to take photo of it, but whatever: After eating I hug CB and thank him for the amazing day. He asks me if I had a good time today and I tell him I had the best time. Phnom Penh is a blast so far, but I think it wouldn’t be as fun as it has been without CB by my side. Tomorrow, more Phnom Penh.

1. I am N, and again it was nice to meet you that night. Its always awesome to meet other forum members in the center of the action . 2. Glad you thought that my boy was gorgeous, because he totally is. FYI that is BurBoy. Its actually interesting that you noticed that he is very publicly affectionate with me. He loves the PDA. 3. I finally made it in others' trip reports lol. 4. Please do a trip report on Laos. That will be one of the my next destinations. Safe travels!

Day 2.8: Fast Times in Little Indochina After a lovely walk with Cambodia Boy (CB) along the Tonle Sap riverside in Phnom Penh, we look for dinner. I tell CB that it was “up to you”, since you know where to eat and I am paying and I know you like posting your food on Facebook so I’ll let you decide. He asks if I like pizza. A weird choice but I say yes. We head over to Pizza Company Riverside, located of course by the river. A google search image, in case you wanted to see what it looked like: We enter and he guides me to the 2nd floor and it has great views of the river. Seems like everyone was Khmer (or at least, Asian) in the restaurant, and mostly larger parties probably celebrating a birthday or anniversary. We sit and get our menus. He asks what I wanted. I tell him “up to you” and just order what he wanted. He gets some waters, a large seafood pizza and some cheesy garlic bread. Pizza is the last food I thought I’d eat while in Cambodia, but I will do what the boy wants. The food comes and CB takes photos with me, without me, with the food, without the food etc. He posts it on facebook (I find out later that some of the photos on facebook had me in it. I didn’t care, but he didn’t tag me), and we finally eat. It actually was pretty good pizza, considering where I was and my expectations. We talk about what we can do tonight. I tell him I want to check out one of the gay bars in PP tonight. I mention a few options I’ve seen in the internet. He has not checked out any of them so he can’t say anything about them. I ask him if he can stand having one more boy go with us tonight. He says he doesn’t mind, but if he doesn’t like the boy he won’t have sex with him. I tell him I will do the same. Two weeks ago I did the Fake GPS thing and turned on Grindr. I shared this on another post: I asked one of the guys that wanted to meet for his Line and we continued our conversation there. He is super cute, totally my type, and had very good English. He is 19, 5’8, and from his photos had a lean muscular body with visible abs and great legs. After a few days of talking it turns out that he was looking for me to pay him. He said he wasn’t a money boy but needed some money to live for a while because he didn’t have a job at the moment. This did not discourage me, and I asked him how much. He says any tip amount will do, he just needs help. I accept this and make a note to see him. Even with CB with me, this Grindr Khmer (GK) looked like what a perfect boy for me would look like. Young handsome face, lean muscular frame, great English, and can do everything. Some screenshots of my Fake GPS Grindr conversations: After dinner we walk back to the condo, but not before stopping to a convenience store across the street from the condo, to get waters, snacks, and to top off CB’s phone. At the condo I Line GK if he can meet tonight. He said yes and will just shower and can meet soon. I then call him and talk to him a little bit, and then give the phone to CB to let him give GK directions to the condo. CB and I cuddle and look at music videos online and then I get a call on Line from GK an hour and a half later. I tell CB I will get GK outside. CB says he will take a shower to get ready for tonight. I meet GK and was bowled over on how cute he is. A little darker skinned than his photos online (damn those photoshopping and their obsession with whiter skin), but everything else was what was advertised. Very handsome, lean muscular, and a great smile. I let him in the condo. CB is showering, but I see I get a Line from him earlier. He tells me to watch out for our belongings because we do not know this boy if he is good or not. I reply a “thank you” to him even if he can’t see it now because he is showering. I never worry about CB and my money, valuables and passport. I have come to trust him. GK of course is different. I sit down on the day bed and GK does the same. I hug him and he gives me a tentative hug. I start talking to him with some small talk to just make him comfortable. CB emerges from the bathroom fully clothed and sees GK. They speak in Khmer for a bit before going back to English so I can understand. I tell CB I will shower as well and they can continue to speak in Khmer. I shower quickly and when I come out I see CB and GK talking in Khmer pretty extensively. I do not mind them doing so as I prepare for the night out as well. Pretty soon they switch to English and we talk about where to go tonight. I propose we go to Space Hair. CB knew where it was, and it was only two blocks from the condo. We all walk there and find the bar. The bar is kind of small-ish. Totally not the expanse that I am used to with the Soi 4 beer bars. And probably a quarter to half of the size of a typical Jomtien bar. We get there and there were about 6 customers scattered on 3 tables in the patio area. There were more tables inside the bar but it seems no one wants to sit there. And the famous wait staff was there. Oh boy they were very hot. My criteria of handsome, lean musculature and charming English conversation were passed and exceeded by almost all the staff there. I guess it was uniform theme tonight, because there were boys dressed in “military” uniforms (sleeveless fatigues and shorts), some in a boxer’s shorts (always good), another in a chef costume (which is just an apron, chef’s hat and shorts, no top). Quite a quirky way to do costumes but it worked for me because there was plenty of flesh exposed. One of the military boys went to our table and got us menus. I point to my usual first drink, the espresso martini, to wake me up and to get me in the mood for the night. Individual drinks ranged from $3 to $8 and had a good variety. CB got a gin and tonic and GK got a beer. We get our drinks served by the sexy chef. And then the military guy sat down next to CB and asked us where we came from. CB and GK answer in Khmer, and I tell him I am from America. He was surprised, and he said he thought I was Thai. We all talk in English for a minute before Military guy (MilGuy) sits next to me and puts his arm around me. At 6’0 it was easy for him to engulf me in his arms so I kind of liked it. He then asks CB what he did in Thailand. CB sighed a little bit and then anwered in Khmer. They go back and forth for a while in Khmer. CB then tells me, in English, that he told MilGuy that he was a money boy in Pattaya. I found his honesty interesting but I guess they both did one thing in common; they both sit down with farang serving them drinks for tips. While CB and MilGuy continued talking in Khmer, I turn my attention to GK. He was fairly quiet and probably intimidated by the situation. If he was being truthful in our conversations, he is not used to this kind of atmosphere. I try to ask him questions about his life, his situation, and his interests. I get a lot of the same stories that come with poverty. He is from the outskirts of PP and moved in the city center in search of opportunity. He was able to get a few odd jobs here and there but it never really got him the money he needed to go to school. He needed some money to go back to parents that is why he asked me for some money. He really doesn’t expect me to but would appreciate it if I did. Its now close to 11 and CB sees me in deep conversation with GK, all the while MilGuy had his arm around me the whole time. I have gotten used to MilGuy’s body scent and slight sweat that got on me. It was hot actually. He was giving me small massages on my back and shoulders as well. CB tells me that if it was OK, he will see his friends for a while. Having two guys on me already I tell him of course. I think this was his way of telling me I can play around for a while. He finished his drink and says a few words to GK before leaving. When he leaves two other waitstaff sits in my table: the sexy chef and some other hot boy who was super drunk. Super drunk boy was talking to me in slurred words, and I gamely answer him. He tells me he has had a ton to drink tonight because it was his day off. He went to work just to get drunk. He was very touchy feely and I was loving the attention. There were now three boys on me. This is fun. Super drunk boy then goes to the other table and starts humping an equally drunk Caucasian girl. I see him have some flirty fun with the drunk lady. MilGuy then left for a bit to go tend to new customers that came in. I then inquire about their calendar: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/torsten-hojer/meet-the-khmer-muscle-boy_b_10939164.html My primary goal in going to this bar was to buy this calendar, but the boys being flirty was an extra treat. They had a promotion for the calendar: it is $20 with free two drinks. So my $5 dollar drink make the calendar $10. I am OK with that. I ask sexy chef if he could get one for me. He obliges and comes back with a copy. Some shots of the calendar: MilGuy comes back and continues putting his arm around me. He is very inviting. I have to make a decision. Should I order another drink? I do not want to drag this night on without CB. I wanted to get GK on my bed and unwrap what it looks like a very nice body. I tell MilGuy I am leaving but will come back in a bit. He hands Sexy Chef the check bin and Sexy Chef tells me my total: $24.50. The calendar, two free drinks and another drink. Seems fine to me. I give Sexy Chef $27 and tell him the rest is his. I give MilGuy $3 for being with me this whole time and he thanks me. I tell GK we are going back to the condo. I take my sexy calendar and go back to the condo. At the condo GK hugs me and starts kissing me. He was shy with other people but in close quarters got down to business. I tell him we should shower together and he obliges. We both undress and I finally get to see what I have been waiting for. His lean muscular body was worth the wait. The sight of abs, a nice chest, narrow waist, and powerful legs got me hot. And a very big pubic bush. Probably never trims down there but it was working for me. We get in the shower and I start soaping him down. I stroke his now hard cock and peel back the foreskin to reveal a large mushroom head. Fucking hot. He finds my lips and starts deep kissing me. This kid knows how to kiss, and loves to do it. I turn him around and clean his ass and hole. I wanted to eat him out, and a lot. After showering we towel down and go upstairs to the main bedroom. The sheets were already cum stained and will be stained some more. I lay down and he lays down with me and starts kissing me again. We deep kiss for a while, with me fingering his hole. I put my right pointer finger in his mouth to moisten it, and then I insert the finger in his hole deep. He gasps at first, and then moans with pleasure. After kissing I suck his big mushroom head and he likes it. And then my main event. I lift up his large thighs to expose his ass. I put my tongue in his hole and it was all warm and inviting. I take my time eating him out. It’s amazing. I jack him off while I eat him out. I push his head on my cock and sucks me for a while. I then get the condoms and put one on and lube up. He lays on his back and lifts up his thighs. I put it in, and he cries out a bit from pain. He is not used to being fucked. I try to work in my head and he looked like he was in pain. I am patient and eventually I get the whole thing in. I thrust for a bit but I am distressed by his pained face. I slowly pull out and kiss him deeply. I take the condom out and start chuck-wowing. “Finish?” he asks. I nod, and I say lets come together. We lay down side-by-side, kissing each other deeply, my arms around his head to angle his face to mine, his cock pointing to my thigh. We deep kiss for a while and pretty soon he cums all over my thigh, and most of it runs down to the bed (more stains). I keep kissing him till I cum as well for the second time today on this bed. I try to muffle my screams because it is 12 midnight and I do not want to disturb the neighbors. I am covered in cum (I always seem to find myself in this situation). I try to not spill more cum on the bed and head over to the bathroom. I tell GK to go with me to the bathroom. We shower again together, continuing to kiss in the bathroom. Towel down, dress up, and we were ready again for the night. I ask him if he was hungry but he said he wasn’t. I ask him if he can have one more drink with me. He says yes. So we go back to Space Hair. The night is not over. Far from it. To be continued...

Day 2.6: Phnom-enal: An afternoon stroll by the riverside in photos He goes to the bathroom and takes a shower. After he finishes I take one as well. After my shower I take the condoms and lube from my bag and I go up the stairs to the main bedroom, and I see him naked, stroking his cock, looking at gay porn online with the volume turned up. I take his phone away and give him a big deep kiss. He pushes me down and I lay on the bed. He takes my cock in his mouth and gives me a blowjob. This boy gets down to business really fast. I am instantly hard. He goes at it for a while before I am close to cumming. I do not want to end this yet so I lift his head to my face and kiss him again. I then lay him down and return the favor. After a few minutes I turn to his ass and rim him. Absolutely immaculate down there. Tastes good, feels even better to my tongue. He moans with pleasure. I slather my tongue down his hole, balls and cock, savoring every inch. I almost cum this way as well. I flip him and get him on all fours. I put a condom on my cock, and I eat out his ass some more. I could do this all day. I put lube on my cock, and some in his ass, and I stick it in pretty easily. He moans a little bit and then relaxes. After a couple of thrusts I couldn’t take it anymore. He has taken me to the brink twice now, and I let go in the condom, screaming my head off. He laughs and tells me “Quiet!”. I hug him with him still on all fours. I flip him over and tell him to chuck wow for me. With my head rested on his thighs I look on as he works himself up to an orgasm. He tenses up and then cums, a lot, and some hits his shoulder and hair and the bed. 10 minutes on the bed and already it has cum on it. He relaxes, still heavily breathing. He rushes to the shower and I discard the condom. I wipe down and watch him shower. After showering and still naked he asks me what I wanted to do. I tell him we already did it. He laughs and says "No! What you want to do?" I tell him maybe relax for a bit and then explore the city? He says OK but we should get out soon to see the sunset by the riverside. I tell him sure we can relax for 30 minutes and then we can head out. After laying in bed we dress up to head out. It is 5 PM when we got out. We duck into a convenience store and he asks me for $5. He then asks the cashier for a cellphone top off. He gets a receipt. He tells me that unlike Thailand, here in Cambodia they just give you a code to enter in your phone so you can add money in your phone. He takes my phone and tops off my phone for me. I take the little instructions that came with the SIM card and got an internet plan. I dial *087*300# to get the 2GB data for a month for $3. Again, overkill for a month, but for $3 who cares, and I don’t have to worry about renewing my internet everyday. Some of the plans for your info: As we make our way to the riverside, I notice some of the bars opening up at this hour. CB tells me that some of the bars are lady bars, but have no gogo ladies like in Thailand. “In Cambodia gogo is not allowed. Lady and boy both not allowed.” But prostitution is still possible right? “Yes, but more hidden than Thailand.” I will find out later how that works. We get to the riverside and get a lovely vista of Tonle Sap river. With the recent rain just ending the air is just ideal for walking. I felt lucky I went today. CB then explains to me what all this looked like when he was younger. “No big buildings before. Now many. Many many people now” He points to the horizon and the land across the river. “One year ago before I go Pattaya no building there. Now many building. It’s so crazy. My country so many building now”: This actually reminds me of the Saphan Taksin BTS stop that has all the ferry services that take you to the condos and shopping across the Chao Phraya river. I'm sure one day Phnom Penh will have their own “Asiatique” with shopping, restaurants and ferris wheel. Maybe it IS time to buy. We have a leisurely walk on the “Riverside” and just admire the whole atmosphere. Lots of people just hanging out and having fun. The river had some riverboats that had people on it celebrating or eating or singing or whatever else. CB tells me it is a good way to have a gathering, is to rent one boat, maybe $25 to $50 for the whole evening, and have a birthday party or celebration on it. On our strolls we notice some guys playing shirtless football (or soccer, for you americans), and some just hanging out shirtless. I love this city: And we see this fitness “facility” where some of the people are exercising: We walk by some condo developments and CB tells me I should buy a condo in one of these buildings. He has had some customers take him to these in the past: And towards the end of our walk we admire the Royal Palace and other cool monuments: We stay and relax in the area for a while, and get rewarded with this beautiful sunset by the Palace: With the sunset comes the night. And the night brings out a different side of the city. As wonderful as this city is in the day, I am about to find out how even more wonderful this city is at night. To be continued...

Haha wow. This looks bleak. Thanks for sharing, Gaybutton. I just copied and texted the entirety of your story to my friend. He has not replied yet. Hopefully it's a shot of reality he needs, or maybe it will strengthen his resolve to go through with it. I don't want to say too much about his situation here, even though he is not a member, but at some point he does want the boy to go to the USA with him, and having a better grasp of english would do the boy good. While having passing english is not a requirement for me to off a boy (and sometimes I've offed someone who could not speak and more english beyond the few words a money boy is obliged to know (What your name? Where you from? How long you stay Thailand?), I often self-select and the boys who stick with me the most have at least passing conversational english, either from the outset, or eventually through the course of their practicing his english with me. And the best ones, Dream Boy Thai guy and Cambodia Boy, had either a college degree, or was given english lessons in Cambodia. And thank you, Michael, for the Pattaya suggestion. I have passed this information along as well. Congratulations on your success with the boys. I wish the boys would invest the money they earn on getting an education, instead of all of it going directly to mama and papa. Anyone else have any suggestion or stories?

I have an American farang acquaintance I met a few trips ago and we've corresponded constantly since, just exchanging tips and experiences. Now he has a Thai BF and my friend would like his BF to take some English lessons while my friend is in between trips. I've met the boy and his English is not that good, but he seems game to learn and to get better at it. I'm sure some of you here have had experience with helping your boys take English lessons. Would any of you recommend a good school or institution to go to for this? How much for the lessons? He is looking for a Bangkok school but maybe there are pattaya options as well. Also as a follow up maybe those you who have had experience doing this can share their thoughts on the effectiveness of getting lessons. Did the boy's English really improve? Are the lessons effective? Was the opportunity squandered? Thanks guys!