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Day 3.6: Bar Crawl Last look back at Soi 4 on my way out. The night is still young: I decided to go back to the safety of the confines of Patpong 2. I was coming from the Silom side, instead of the Surawong side, so inevitably I went by the girlie bars, which was a reminder that we were not alone in the Soi: I got to the Soi at 10:40, plenty of time to take in the show at Dream Boy, but @anddy reminded me yesterday that the show at DreamBoys has become more slapstick more than ever, with even more drag queens screaming, and the shows less sexy. It does seem like the previous DreamBoys I know, so instead of going into the bar now, I decided to hang out with Old Friend at Hot Male beer bar. He is always good company, and after two rum and cokes, and a healthy amount of gossip about the Soi and its inhabitants, I was ready to go in DreamBoys. I am guessing at 11:15 the show would have died down by now. My take on Dream Boy: I get to the bar and lo and behold, my usual mamasan was there. Damn, I’ve had Moonlight, Fresh Boy, Jupiter and now Dream Boy have my usual mamasans spot me from a mile away and immediately guide me to my seat. This is kind of weird. Different Soi and different spot and yet the mamasans and boys remain the same. I get my usual drink and take in the show. Yup, it is still some drag queen slap stick happening on the stage. I thought I was able to avoid all this by arriving late, but lo and behold they are still here. After the usual slapstick was a fuck show. I was expecting a good old Bangkok fuck show but instead I got was another slapstick effort. There was on bottom and 3 “tops” I guess. The bottom was just one of the drag queens, now shirtless and pantsless and in just underwear. Not sexy. A fuck show is supposed to be sexy right? Not this one. The party went around to ask for tips. No tips from me. The saving grace is still the Dream Boy star doing a sexy show. Even though i'ts a sexy dance I've seen before, his star still shines brightly, and with a little bit more muscle mass, he can even outshine most of the models in Moonlight. Very handsome, very charismatic. I often wondered if he can be offed. I scan through the crowd, probably about 85% Asians and 100% men tonight. Lots of solo punters. The seating is better than old Dream Boy, but the stage is worse, because of the big column right smack dab in the middle of the stage, obscuring a lot of the action at times, if the action is not in front of the column. @reader warned me about this, I just didn’t know it was this bad. Its worse when you are closer to the stage, as you have huge blind spots. See for yourself: VID_1575837489214.mp4 After the show, about 50% of the audience left, some with boys in tow. The remaining boys went out to the stage to try to entice the punters. My mamasan was trying to get me to pick certain boys, knowing what I liked, but they weren’t clicking for me. Maybe I was too late, and most of the good boys have been taken by the punters who left. Obviously, this place is still a fairly popular venue. I may have just missed all the good stuff. I will have to just go back here another time to take advantage of the whole bar. So I bid farewell to the mamasan and tell him that I will just have to come back next time. He was disappointed but quickly lightened up with his 100 baht tip. I mean, he held my hand the whole time I was there (strange) and stayed with me and kept me entertained. I leave and got back on the Soi to weigh my options. Old Friend waves from his perch up at Hot Male and asks me “Where your boy?” I go back up the bar and tell him I didn’t off anyone because all the good ones were taken. I decide to stay with him and have another drink and talk to Old Friend for a while. Hot Male bar is really a good spot for people watching. I see a steady stream of customers and boys coming out of Lucky Boy. Maybe I should my luck again at that bar, to see if I can scrounge up a one for the road off. I felt bad for leaving Old Friend behind, especially since he wanted to go to DJ Station. I told him I don’t have a lot of time left, because I needed to leave for the airport at 5 AM, which is 4 and a half hours from now. I literally have that time left this day. And I haven’t packed yet. I go to Lucky Boys and luckily I was seated in the center again, with full view of the stage. They were just starting their late show. Which was like this: VID_1575837911870.mp4 I must say that I am impressed with their show. Even with the drag queens, I think the combination of the large stage, the good acoustics, and the overall quality and effort of the performers, made the whole show widly more entertaining than I expected. @paulsf has likened it to a Las Vegas show, and I can see why. Lots of sequins, good production values, and fairly entertaining waiters and boys made it a great atmosphere. I sat back and enjoyed the show. At the corner of my eyes, I saw a few boys who were still in their underwear. Two stood out. Two twinks, looked young and fair-skinned. One had an arm around another, and they were smiling and laughing at the show onstage. They are not the ones pictured here, but they almost looked like this, they were so cute: I wave at them. The taller one waved back. I point at them. He points at himself. I continue pointing. He points at his friend. I form my fingers into a “V” - both of you please. The other one points at himself, and then both at him and his friend. I give a thumbs up. The two nod and wai to me. They sit next to me, one on both sides. They both take my hand closest to me and hold tight. Best game of charades ever in my life - because I win two boys! One of the mamasans asks if the two were to get drinks. I say yes. I admired both with equal measure. The two really looked like twins from afar, but up close I can see the differences. One had white porcelain skin, very smooth, and very pretty. 21, Myanmar, and fairly bubbly and smiled a lot. The other one, fair but a little bit of darker tone, also very smooth. 22, Cambodian, and a very sweet smile. More reserved than his friend, but was not shy with showing hugs, kisses and affection. So they were obviously friends, but would they want to get on a threesome with me? I ask the Cambodian, who was better in English than Myanmar. They talk it out, in Thai, on opposite ends of me, while still holding both my hands. After a few minutes, Myanmar boy kisses me on the cheek, “OK can.” He says. They both laugh. Myanmar boy takes my rum and gives me a drink. I had both hands occupied; it was thoughtful of Myanmar boy to do that. He does this the whole night. As much as I preferred sight of both in their underwear, as well as getting to feel their bodies next to mine, I tell them to put on clothes so we can continue the off. A couple of wais later, and telling the mamasan that, indeed, I will off two boys, they were off. The excellent show onstage continues, and actually more customers stream in. This bar is getting a lot of traffic. I'm glad. This is good for the bar, and good for the Soi. Maybe this was a good move after all. While I was waiting, I see three more twinks to my right, trying to make googly eyes at me. All looked very yummy. Should I off three more? I entertained the idea for a split second before telling my brain no. I didn’t have much time in Bangkok so I should be sensible. Two is enough. Maybe a 5 boy off would be something I could do down the road. I have to admit that this bar has exceeded my expectations. They boys are yummy, the show is excellent, and the whole bar had a great ambience. Definitely a repeat next time I find myself here. The two boys come back and resume their perch on opposite sides of me. The show ends, I settle my bill (my drink, two boy drinks, two off fees, and a mamasan tip). Next, another threesome, this time with boys who were also friends.

Day 3.3: The Soi 4 Special This was the last stretch. My last night before I disappear for another year. Today, I’ve been going at it for about 10 hours now, so why stop now? I knew I needed to eat since I haven’t eaten anything since the afternoon, but I had a last minute invite by a friend to come over for drinks at Balcony Pub. So after squaring it with the mamasan at Moonlight and giving him the 1000 baht off fee and his own tip (and giving him a thumbs up in regards to Mr. Moonlight), I made my way to Soi 4 for some pre-boy bar drinks. I’ve always like Soi 4. It has that nice German Restaurant G’s with the affable owner. There are a bunch of beer bars that one can wile away the hours ordering drinks and hanging out, and of course, my previously favorite boy bar. The newer bar (to me) Banana bar was an interesting addition. I get to Balcony Bar to meet with my friend and his friends, fellow Americans, and we just shot the shit. I ordered my usual Espresso Martini, my welcome-to-the-night drink that always woke me up and always gave me a reminder of Bangkok Night’s past that indeed, the night has started. From their website, cocktails are 195 baht: After another espresso martini, and sips of the beers my friend, and newfound friends, had, I had to excuse myself. They wanted to have dinner and then swing by DJ Station, and some of the guys in the party were excited to go for the first time. If this was a typical Bangkok trip I would jump at a chance to go with them (and Old Friend from Hot Male beer bar wanted to go too), but this was my last night, and I wanted to check out some of the other gogo bars I had in my list. So I went to the next logical place, on the same Soi – Jupiter 2018. For a period in 2017 and 2018, Jupiter was my favorite gogo boy bar, both in the old place where Moonlight is now, and its new iteration in Soi 4. Some history: And my best ever off in my short 17 trips here was from Jupiter, the old place. MonBoy remains the gold standard in Thailand offs for me, so I’ve always had a soft spot for Jupiter. I get to the premises at 9:45 PM, and 500 baht later, got my usual perch in the center, at the end of the catwalk. Looks like what it was when I last checked this place out last year. I get my drink and check out the boys. They were in more modest wear than in other gogo bars, some of them had tank tops, some of them in pants, some of them in shorts. Some of them were shirtless, and there was a total of two that were both in shorts and were shirtless. One was a regular of Jupiter who I recognized from before, a hot Thai guy who danced really well. VID_1575254467940.mp4 And the other one I also recognized, he is this Vietnamese guy who paulsf referred to me through Line. He was super gorgeous. Very handsome and had a lean muscular body with very smooth and fair Vietnamese skin. He was perfect for me, and if he wanted to, belonged as a model at Moonlight as well, but obviously he was one of the stars in Jupiter. Last year he worked in Screw Boy, I guess now he graduated to Jupiter. My usual mamasan was there. He recognized me instantly, and asked me all sorts of questions about why I have not been back. Always great banter with him. He has helped me with managing Mon Boy before, as well as other really good offs. He immediately refers the Vietnamese hottie for me. I told him no, it was not going to work. Because in the past, I already asked Viet boy about what he did in bed on his Line and this was his reply: Mamasan quickly went to Viet Boy to ask him about his Line messages to me. After a few minutes mamasan went back, and told me that yes, unfortunately, that the boy didn’t kiss, suck, or bottom. I am so over dead fishes, so no matter how gorgeous a guy is, I needed the action, so i'd rather not off them and waste each others' time. The mamasan then told me that “Everyone here is man. Cannot do a lot. But very good looking.” I guess the days of Jupiter having MonBoys, who did everything and brought you to the moon and back, are no more. That was a huge turn off for me. Why was I even in this bar. I tried to look at the boys with a fresh eye, but after Sunlight and Moonlight today, everyone else in the bar looked second fiddle. A sample of the action in Jupiter: VID_1575254708043.mp4 VID_1575254427839.mp4 There was one guy though, a late-comer, who barreled through everyone and joined the others onstage. It was Mekhin, the legendary once-Tawan star, now Jupiter star. Now this just got interesting. I remember this flyer with him as the ideal Tawan guy: Jupiter, and then Moonlight, has usurped Tawan in this muscular guy space, but Mekhin’s legend has resumed in Jupiter. I must admit, the combination of Tawan and Mekhin existing were the primary reasons why I made the leap to visit Bangkok for the gogo bars for the first time in 2014. So Mekhin has always held a good place in my heart. And I am sure everyone has seen his various risqué photoshoots and videos (Japanese). A sample: And from his bodybuilding career: Now maybe I’ve been blinded by the fat 8 plus plus inchers that exist in Brazil, but I’ve never thought Mekhin had that big of a cock, but still, he has the charisma and swagger that made me want to meet him. And he was here now so maybe I’ll have my chance. Mekhin was shirtless, and he was not as cut and lean as he was before. A more recent photo of him from his Facebook: He was standing there, scanning the audience. I tried to catch his attention to no avail. I didn’t want the mamasan to get him for me yet, I wanted to see how he did onstage and to watch him more. I must admit I wasn’t sold yet. While this was happening, a bunch of people came in to see the show. There were a bunch of white guys who sat next to the stage, and 2 chinese women and a guy who sat close to Mekhin. They immediately ordered a bottle of whiskey and some cokes. At this point most of the guys onstage were eyeing the Chinese girls, and Mekhin was intently looking as well. He was circling them and then sat behind them. After a while, he asked for a glass, and then the guy pored him a drink. After a while, he was invited to their party, sitting in the middle of the two Chinese girls. And I guess that was that. I am guessing Mekhin prefers to drink the night away, instead of standing around and hoping for people to notice him. Apart from the Viet guy, Mekhin was the one I wanted in Jupiter. If I was going to hire a dead fish, it should be Mekhin’s caliber. It was 10:30, and the show was about to start. I had to make a decision really quick. Looks like my choices in this bar were either a dead fish or a drunk fish, and the others were uninspiring choices, so why would I stay for the show? I decided to leave, and bid the mamasan goodbye from across the bar. He runs to me and asks me why was I leaving. I told him I did not find anyone to off. He said to come back tomorrow, and he promised there was going to be some boys who would be more my taste. I thanked him for his help and left the premises. That was disappointing. I need to salvage the night. I make my way back to Patpong 2 and try to find more prince charmings to kiss. Next, the dream boys…

Dodging questions edition Hahaha. Well, just like I won't see Hamilton the Musical every day till the end of my life, I cannot off him everyday LOL. As much as I enjoyed his company, like the musical, and raved about it afterwards, there are other musicals, and models, and boys out there. Not to mention $200 is a lot of money. Offing a boy, and getting quoted a certain price, and getting a specific service, depends on a lot of things, for everything to go well. I was really pissed off by my non functioning off MoonBoy and I made it known to the mamasan. I also told the mamasan that I won't bother offing anyone in Moonlight, and this model, if I get the same service. So mamasan made sure the model I took would at least make an effort. Looks like it worked, for the most part. Mamasans are there for a reason. Mamasans in the past have gotten me out of sticky situations as well. Of course you would have to tip them because they also give a service. Though they are not absolutely needed, I feel mamasans are an integral part of my Thailand experience, precisely because the language barrier, although porous, still exists in Thailand. Although some of the boys speak english well, and you can communicate your desires to them before offing, some of them aren't as fluent. This is why I bothered to be fluent in Portuguese. Though not the only reason to speak Portuguese, I feel communicating with Brazilian boys (and Brazilian friends, and strangers etc) in their native language may often lead to way better experiences. For @vinapu, there was one time a boy, who was gorgeous and I liked very much, told me he could not long time with me, I offed him in ST anyway, got to know him, gotten his Line and then worked my way to a long time later in the trip. Sometimes they just could not do it that night, or needed to be comfortable with you, before committing to LT. I'd rather pay 5000 baht for a satisfying off, than 2000 baht for a dead fish. In this circumstance, for me, the 2000 was more pricey than the 5000, because I did not get value for my money in the 2000. And this perspective is greatly appreciated, thanks @reader. #metoo

Day 3: Sunlight and Moonlight There are many ways to skin a cat. There are many ways to buy sex in Bangkok. This trip I’ve made an appointment with a massage boy and I’ve offed boys directly off of the stage of boy bars. Now its time to try a freelancer and a model. Both in the same day. Sunshine There are a bunch of freelancers available in the apps in Bangkok, no surprise. I’ve only used Grindr here, ever. I’ve heard Hornet is a bigger presence here. But I use Grindr to a satisfactory level here that I don’t need to bother with the other apps. Besides, my main beat are the boy bars anyway, so I don’t want to waste my time glued to my phone. The time I opened my Grindr during the trip was minimal, after the initial conversation I had with my Kiwi boy that culminated in a nice time yesterday, but those times that I did open up Grindr, I saw a healthy amount of traffic. Of those who messaged me, I saw about 30% were Money Boys: Some boys who offered their services: I’ve made an appointment to see one freelancer. But he wasn’t always a freelancer. I met this guy before, last year, at the (now defunct?) boy bar G-boy, which I believe was was on the Alleyway between Sois Thaniya and Patpong 2 (Anuman Ratchanon). Looking through my photos, I also had a photo of the pre-gayified Patpong 2, with a new Fresh Boys. Notice no Lucky Boys yet: This former bar boy, lets name him Sunlight, sort of stood out from everyone else when I first saw him at that bar. From a sea of average guys, it was him who shone through, and my visit to G-boy was very short indeed, not even touching my drink, as I offed Sunlight on the spot, paying the drink and off fees and we were out the door. He would further cement his status with me by BEING THE BEST SEX I’VE EVER HAD IN BANGKOK, and would rival any Brazilian in sexual capacity, if not assets in the ass or cock department. He was what I needed at that time, and I’ve been dreaming about him for the long 16 months of exile I’ve endured away from Bangkok. Through these long months I’ve been messaging with him off and on, and have found out that he has enough of a steady customer base to strike it out alone as a freelancer. He said he is very popular with Chinese customers, who sometimes brought him to exotic vacation everywhere. Perhaps it’s due to his demeanor: very unassuming, humble, and affectionate, but definitely for his sexual prowess: hungry, tenacious, and fairly motivated, and his looks: boyish, smooth, hot. I can see how he didn’t need to have to go back to the bars and having to parade oneself night in and night out, hoping for an off. If I lived closer, I’d be seeing him regularly too. So he arrives today at 11 AM, and we targeted to spend the afternoon together. He quoted 3000, which I accepted, since I was anxious to see him. I could have seen HM Boy from last night, but a different flavor was to be had today. He arrives a little bit early, which was refreshing. I went down to the lobby to see him, and I am reminded of how gorgeous he really was. He was a Myanmar boy, but he looks way more exotic, more unique, someone you would find more north in Mandalay and Bagan, which is closer to China and India, than in the more southerly Yangon and Mawlamyine, which is closer to Thailand. I am known to having an affinity with Burmese boys, particularly with BurBoy and MonBoy, but Sunlight looks totally different to those two. He was also trendier, with the requisite stylish k-pop hair, cutoff jeans and branded t shirt, possibly gifted to him by generous benefactors. We had a lovely afternoon together. We made use of the Crowne Plaza’s facilities to the fullest. We used the Crowne Plaza pool and took advantage of the rainless day to enjoy. We had a late lunch at the hotel restaurant Xin Tian Di, and had a lovely hearty meal. We played in the my room’s hottub, which was both joyous and sexy at the same time. We had nice conversations about his life, about mine, as his English was now pretty good, on the California King bed. His boyish voice talking about his village north of Mandalay was delight to hear. It looks like he is doing good for himself, after a seemingly very troublesome (and disturbing) start to his life in Bangkok. The stories are what makes an off. Oh yes, the sex was as good as I remembered it. He kissed me as soon as we got to the room, deep and satisfying, and I wanted to kiss him all the time after that. In sex, and there was plenty of it in the afternoon, he took him time, making sure the time was sensual, and a was very much a mental act as much as it was a physical one. He was adept with giving me the pleasure I desired. He seemed to be enjoying himself, which was harder to fake than the other things. He bottomed like a champion. He topped like he liked it. The 6 hours flew by. In the end I give the boy 3500 baht. I had to stop the off at 5 pm or so because I had an appointment with another boy. I quickly tidied up the room and got rid of all the condoms and tissues, because a hottie was coming. Full Moon When I first heard about the models of Moonlight upon checking it out last year, I thought the off fees were absurd. 5000 baht for a tip and 1000 baht for an off? It seems too much and the hype mght be too much. But since my time away, and after the seeing the Moonlight thread grow and grow, my stance has softened, and I at least wanted to find out what the fuss was all about. At the very least, I wanted to try it, so I’d have a story to tell. So I negotiate with the mamasan I knew at Moonlight: Afterwards I tell the mamasan about the horrible off I had with MoonBoy. He apologized sincerely, and he promised that the model I was going to off did not disappoint. We agree to meet at 6 PM today. I agreed to meet him at the lobby. He was 15 minutes late, but the sight of him strolling up through the lobby doors assuaged all annoyances I had with tardiness. He had on a simple, body hugging white tshirt, and equally slim hugging plain jeans. The simplicity of his attire simply made his hotness and gorgeousness shine through. Moonlight was pretty hot onstage, but here, as he walks to greet me, first a handshake, and then a hug (he smelled amazing), he was even hotter. I’m not gonna say much about his appearance, his mannerisms, where he comes from, or how his voice sounded, because I’d be giving up clues that may reveal who he is. But to anyone who has been to Moonlight may guess who I offed, as some of you already have done. Let’s just say for me, he is the fairest of them all at Moonlight, and probably physically and even his face, he has the best body and best face combination that I’ve ever had in Thailand. He said he just hit them gym before coming here. It is hard to have an amazing body and a handsome to not be arrogant and proud about it. Yes, he was a little bit arrogant. We talk a little bit in the elevator, and then more when we got to the hotel. “Beer?” I asked him. He nodded. I get two from the bar fridge and then settle in on the sofa. He joined me, tentative at first, and then with a few swigs of the beer and some more conversation, he drew closer, and then was cuddling with me at the sofa towards the end. He took of his shirt to reveal a perfect torso. Perfect skin. Riply muscles. It took hard work to get a body like this, and I tell him as much. He lets me in on his fitness regimen, and asks me what mine was. After a second beer, he takes off all his clothes. I sit back and ask him to flex for me a little bit. He obliges. The arrogance came back. He is very proud of his body, and he should be. And the skin was pretty much flawless. That’s pretty much what I am going to say about this body. Anything more would probably identify him. His cock, though not the most impressive I’ve seen, was actually pretty nice looking. Suckable. But I did not suck yet. I turned on the tub to fill it up with water for the second time today. He joins me in the bathroom, and he disrobes me, complementing me on my own body (yeah right). We touch each other till the tub was full. He asks me to go in first, so I do, laying on one side of the tub. He then lays in front of me, giving me easy access to his body. As he relaxed, he leaned on me and put his weight on me and closed his eyes. I took advantage of the situation. I caressed his muscles. I played with his cock and made it hard. He was very easy to touch. The relaxing hot tub water was perfect for this. Perfection begs to be worshipped. I tried my best. After a while he asks me “I fuck you?” Well yes, that would do very nicely. We dry up and head over to the bed. I take a condom and lube with me. We lay in the bed together. Not fucking yet. He goes on with his caresses. Then he kisses me lightly. Not too deep but not closed mouth either. This was good. He placed a hand on my cock and made sure it was hard and stroked it a little bit. We continue caressing each other until he got up and put a condom on him. Lubing up, he asked me to be in all fours. I must admit, he knew how to top. He also did it with me on my back, and the view of him exerting his manhood in me was a sight to behold. This was how he earned his money. This guy was living porn. Every thrust got his veins popping, his muscles flexing. He started jerking me off. Since I came twice already today it took me a while. He finally pulled out and then jerked me off while kissing my nipples. I came. I asked him to put his cock in my mouth. He sat up and started fucking my face. Pretty soon he came in my mouth. That was a little bit better than I expected. I was expecing dead fish like MoonBoy. We shower separately. He asked me if I wanted to go to Moonlight with him to see the show. I told him I would, but only to pay the mamasan the 1000 baht off fee (and 100 baht tip). As we settle back in, he asks me for my Line, and told me I could call on him anytime, and we could skip the Moonlight off fee if I wanted to, as long as we meet in the daytime. I give him 6000 baht, because I can. We hug it out. He obviously wanted repeat business. As we head over to Moonlight, I ponder on how much I spent today. It was only 8:30 PM, and already I am out 9500 baht. Kind of insane if you think about it. But this was Bangkok, on my last night here. Why not go out with a bang? 3 bangs, in fact. Was it worth it? Of course it was. Was one boy better than the other? I’d say no. On paper I’d say that Moonlight was too expensive for the service and hours I get, versus what Sunlight gave, but really, I’d think the two were two very difference experiences, even if they were both boys who I hired to be with me. My analogies: Sunlight was more like a day at Disneyland - I’ve been there before, and I always have fun. I take my time to see the sights, riding some rides, and it is always a wonderful time. Average ticket price: $129 for 8+ hours of fun. Moonlight was more like seeing the musical Hamilton on its earlier run. For the longest time, I’ve been pretty hyped to see it, reading the reviews and seeing the hype in the press. And actually seeing it didn’t disappoint. I knew all the words and sang all the songs, and it was 3 hours of musical theater well spent. I paid $600 for an Orchestra ticket. It was well worth it, trust me. So now, if only there was a boy that exists, having Moonlight’s body with Sunlight’s sexual prowess and attentiveness. That would be the perfect boy! And that is why I go to Brazil. That’s my punchline. Next, 4 bars in one night. And a threesome.

Thank you. Is it the Slut Hall of Fame? then definitely enshrine me into it then LOL. The closing bit at Fresh Boy was fun to do, but I only had courage to do it because (1) I was alone in the bar, (2) all eyes where on me when I sat down so I had to divert the attention elsewhere and (3) I wanted to see who would fully admit to their mates at the bar they did everything instead of just topping. If they knew me at all, they would know I would not pick from the top only side so it will decrease their chances of an off to 0, so they had to pick the other side to be offed. This is an important point. I've gotten some requests from other members to reveal who the boys were, or to give them their Line, or at least telling them their numbers at the bar. I would rather not say (maybe to my actual friends) who they are, because in the past I've had some member ask me for the boy's identity, and then when the boy did not do what I said the boy would do in the trip report, the member showed the boy my trip report as proof that he does do that (maybe to coerece the boy to do it?), and then the member called me a liar afterwards. Always: Your Mileage May Vary. What a boy does to one customer may differ from what he does to you. He might do more, or less, or different. Depending on how he feels that day (diarrhea - no bottoming, too much beer - no topping, etc), or how he feels about you, etc. I'd rather you not compare notes of what the boy did with you versus to me. I might sing at the top of my lungs that a certain boy is amazing, but in a specific set of circumstances, he might be a dud for you, and vice versa. Maybe Moon Boy is not a dud for other customers, just to me. In the end, and this is important: make your own Bangkok memories. Don't recreate mine and expect the same results. I promise, it's worth it, and probably way more fun than mine. Because you did it yourself. I can attest that one of the boys in the photo is smoking hot in person, but looks like shit in this pic. There is no substitute for seeing (and feeling), these boys live and in person. It's like a hurricane came through this street. Very very sad photo. Also, why is it so messy still there? Aren't they doing construction? I must say, thhe events stated in my latest post was the highlight of my trip. Well ok, second highlight. The highlight is still to be posted LOL.

Day 2.6: After Hours: In photos Short post, because its not a sex post lol. I know what you guys like. So my plans for tonight were like last night: go to first show to a gogo bar, off a boy, recover enough to go to a second boy bar, hopefully see a late night show, and then hopefully cap the night off with a boy, or two, or maybe the whole bar. I was ready to call it a night tonight, however, after the exertions with HM Boy, but since I forgot to get HM Boy’s contact. I hurriedly got back out to chase after him, in the direction of Patpong 2. I get to Hot Male beer bar and got to the entrance of the gogo bar and hesitated going in. I saw Old Friend tending to a customer. I asked him if he can get HM Boy in the bar for me, if he was there. Old Friend got concerned, “Everything OK? You have problem with boy?” I laughed. “NO, I only forget to get his Line. Eveything OK na.” I assure him. He moves closer. He asks me again. I assured him it was ok. So he goes in and 30 seconds later, he has HM Boy in tow. His face had a concerned look on him. I had to assure him as well that everything was OK, and I just needed his Line. He laughed and whipped out his phone and gave it to me. I keyed in my Line ID, and then he sends me a “Hello,” and then a cute photo of him. He kisses me in the cheek, and asks me if he needed me for ore. I tell him no, and I will text him tomorrow. I wonder how many customers go back to gogo bars, complaining about their offs? What percentage? So back to the task at hand. I had options tonight. I thought I could go to ScrewBoy and see the late show. Old Friend though, had other ideas. He asked me why I didn’t reply to him earlier when he sent me a message. Last night we talked about having coffee sometime today. I wasn’t exactly free when he messaged to have coffee. But I felt guilty. I wasn’t avoiding him or anything. But I knew he wanted to talk. I’ve never had a client-boy relationship with him because that’s how we started, and it never led to that. He knows I wasn’t going to ask him for an off, and I know he’s not going to accept if I did ask. So when he asks me if he wanted to talk, he did want to. So I decided to stay, at least for a drink. “You sure na?” he asks me. “No boy tonight?” I tell him my order: “Rum coke.” I sit myself down on an area of the bar that didn’t have any customers, but Old Friend invited me to join him with a customer who was having a drinking game with other Hot Male beer bar boys. The drinking game was something about rolling dice and picking who takes a shot. Looked fun: While the game was going on, Old Friend as able to talk to me about what was bothering him. Won’t get into personal details, but I was glad that I skipped Screw boys tonight. It was a welcome break from just wall-to-wall boys this trip. I was still with boys tonight, but it was just a night of drinking and reconnecting. It was also interesting to see the Soi turn from lovely playground to quiet street after 1 AM. Hot Male Beer Bar has a nice view of everything where it is ctually. You can see most of the Soi from up here. From this vantage point, you can see which customers take out which boys. One night I’ll just sit here and look at the commerce of sex going on. Some of the after hours scenes: Dream Boy: Lucky Boys: Going into Hot Male boy bar to pee showed an interesting glimpse of the bar without the boys and customers and fancy lights. It actually looks sad in a way: The Beer Bar, and I guess the street, closes at 2 AM, it was time for us to leave. I was invited to have dinner with the customer and boys, so we head over to a BBQ place where they served hot pots and food: It was nice, hanging out with the boys, and the farang as well. Between the talking and getting to know the new people, tt was more satisfying probably than offing a boy tonight (no, seriously). When all was said and done, it was close to 5 AM when all of us made our way back to Surawong. The boys took us by our hotels and that was a night. Next: the Moon and the Sun.

Day 2.3: Hot Males coming out of nowhere It’s the ultimate First World Problem: there was just too many cute boys in Lucky Boys to just pick one. Ugh, I can’t believe myself. No matter, it was an opportunity to check out another bar that was a Twilight refugee: Hot Male. I must admit, in the Twilight days, as a bar outside the Jupiter-Dreamboy-Tawan bars, the bars that usually had the boys I liked, Hot Male was a favorite of mine, having been to it over and over throughout the years, mostly with @paulsf. This was the scene then: My experience before: And now, the new and may-or-may-not-be newly improved Hot Male: I wonder where was it on Patpong? Apprently it was just accross the street from Lucky Boys, so @anddy and @ggobkk and I did not have problems getting to it. Great forboy bar hopping if the night needed it (Patpong 2: 1 Moonlight, Jupiter: 0). The night before, I did noticewhere the Hot Male beer bar and the usual boys (and an Old Friend) at the second level of the complex. I guess it made sense that the gogo bar with be right next to it, just like when it was in Twilight. As we head into the bar, Old Friend of Hot Male beer bar said hi to @anddy and me. Earlier, I told Old Friend I was going to have coffee with him today but as you know something came up. Oh well, I need to make it up to him at some point. I'll go back to Hot Male beer bar and get a drink later. All three of us get situated in the gogo bar and it looks like it was about a third full. I always liked this bar and the personnel, and always wished it had more customers. Maybe it was just a slow night. We got our drink orders and we were all bunched up in one bench seat. The show was about to begin but we got a glimpse of what was on offer with the boys. A sample: Some glamour shots I got from their FB: About a fourth of the number of boys in Lucky Boys, but almost immediately my eyes gravitated to two boys. That was fast! Less choice, less trouble in choosing. The show began, and it was more or less same same with the bar in Twilight. Sexy dancing, some with candles, with oil. Fairly sparse stage, sexy numbers not as slick as Moonlight’s, but then again Moonlight was slick. But Hot Male knew what its identity was and it served it with no reservations. I was digging it. Reminds me of what a Thai boy bar should be: all about the boys. Some of the numbers: IMG_3327.mp4 Again, I see the two boys that I liked onstage, dancing and gyrating their way to my heart. I choose the boy with the better body and I ask a mamasan to get him to sit with me. 5 minutes later, de-oiled and newly-cologned, was the boy, a compact firecracker. I get up from our bench and sat at the next bench so I can sit with the boy. Let’s name him HM Boy. He was still in his tiny underwear, revealing a well-defined torso. I look at his face and I see a 1000 watt smile. That was amazing. He immediately let me feel at ease, hugging me then enveloping me with his arms. He gives me a peck in the cheek. While the show was going on, HM Boy rests his arm across my groin, with his hand innocently draping over my shorts where my cock. After a few minutes I was hard. Man this guy was an expert. He got me really turned on by him. I tell him sorry I was hard and he smiles and says “Good.” I return the favor and try to make him hard by discreetly doing the same thing. It didn’t take him long to get going. At that point he leans over to give me a deep kiss. He was really selling it, or really wanted it, or wanted me. It didn’t matter. I wanted him. I tell him I will off him, and he says he will change into his street clothes. It took him about 10 minutes to get dressed, but the show was going on, and with @anddy and @ggobkk there, I was having a good time. @ggobkk excuses himself to pick up his off for the night. Thanks for hanging out @ggobkk! I sit bedside @anddy and we gossip about the boy I just offed. HM Boy returns and sits with me. He looks cute in his torso hugging shirt and his cut off shorts. Fairly stylish. He continues to drape himself on me till the show ends. I tell @anddy I will try my new boy, and bid him farewell to the night. Thanks @anddy! I settle my bill, a drink, a boy drink, and an off fee. As we walk through Surawong, he holds my hand and asks me questions about myself. I get the usual shock-face when I tell him I am American. Surprising sad-face when I said that tomorrow was my last day. And helpful understanding-face when I tell him I was tired from jet lag. He tells me about himself as well. He is 24 (“Old, na,” he laments). He's Thai, been working in Hot Male for a few months. Gay. Do everything. I just realized I didn't do my due diligence on the boy when I was still in the bar. But then again instead of asking him what he did in bed, he showed me what he he would do in bed through his actions. Sometimes instinct is a better barometer than just straight up asking. We get to Crowne Plaza and as with the previous boys, he is impressed by the décor. I wonder if the guys who off boys don’t usually stay at the Crowne Plaza, because for these boys, it was their first time coming here. You would think it would be a more common hotel due to its proximity to the bars. Oh well. We get to the room and his eyes automatically draw to the open window, with a view of the Bangkok night skyline. How many times has he been to a strange hotel room, with a strange man. Must be difficult to work like this. I hope the money is worth it for him to do this night in, night out. He takes off his shirt to reveal his muscular torso. It is fairly impressive. Abs fairly defined and almost no body fat. I try not too objectify too much (too late) by being a good host and offering him a beer. He opts for apple juice. I sit on the bed as he takes off his shoes, and then joins in bed to cuddle. No urgency to start the off. Just laying there, talking about life in general. He seems fairly curious about my life. It might be his way of calming customers down. To get him to be comfortable as well. He likes kissing. Not just “gogo boy” kissing, but deep, meaningful, exploratory kissing. He urges me to take off my shirt as well. When I do, he carreses my chest, kisses my nipples a little bit. He sees my battle scars from the Kiwi-Taiwanese boy war. “Naughty boy!” he exclaims, half joking and half serious. “No, I fall down BTS,” I joked. He laughs. “I know you popular boy. Many many many boy with you. Many country,” he says with his exagerrated voice. I was floored. Why would he know this? Or was he just a good guesser. I asked him why he thought this. He just stares at me and laughs. After a few more playful coaxing, he reveals his source, it was Old Friend from Hot Male beer bar. It made sense, as I make a mental note of killing Old Friend. Just kidding. I don’t care who knows my business, but it is interesting to know who knows, and who tells other people. I deduced that one of my farang friends who knows a lot about life, told Old Friend about it, and then when HM Boy needed the dirt on me, his customer for the night, he asked Old Friend. There is no such thing as secrets in Bangkok. Only the illusion of discretion. I didn’t really mind. I like a boy who does his due diligence before an off. Maybe he knows what I like in bed too, because he sure as shit knew what to do tonight to make me feel comfortable. As we talked some more, I slowly but surely take off his shorts, and then his underwear, to reveal the whole package. Nicely size cock, amazing smooth ass. Nice powerful legs. He was built for this. And gladly, it was hard as a rock. There was no denying what came next. Though I really didn’t know for sure what came next, because I was expecting him to say “I shower first” or something. But that never came. Instead he disrobed me, and then went straight to my cock. Made sure I was hard like he was. Some more kissing, some more touching. He plops me on the bed and kisses me before going to my ass and give me the rimming of my life. Now, I showered before going to Patpong, and made sure I was super clean, but still, that was more than 3 hours ago. He didn’t seem to care. Nor did I. That was good. Then he spat on his hand to moisten his cock. He started to put it in without a condom. Everyone who knows me well knows I am on PreP, for several years now. I get tested every month or 2, for every STD known to man, because my GP knows I am in the super high risk group to contract anything under the sun, but I always come back clean. But even if I was protected, I don’t think it was a good idea to have a sex worker, one who clearly knows his way around things, to stick his condom-less dick in my ass. I let him get it all in, but I told him it is better with a condom. He smiles, and then apologizes. And instead of looking for a condom, we do some more foreplay, it was my turn to suck, and to rim him. He smelled good. He tasted even better. And then it was my turn to spit on my dick and put it in. He didn’t seem to mind. It was hot. It was like hooking up with someone one on Grindr. No showering before that halts the momentum, seemingly no fear with what comes after. All that mattered was what was happening now, and making each other feel good. We tried different positions, not because I wanted to, but because he demanded it. His legs in the air, him riding me, reverse cowgirl, standing up by the window. As a finale, he asks me to lay down on the bed as he rides me. He thrusts up and down while jacking his cock. As he was close, he pulls me out of him and then feeds his cock to me and jizzes in my mouth. I take it all. He gets to my left side and then kisses me and jacks me off. When I declare I was close, he puts me in my mouth, and I explode in his mouth. It seemed only fair. Damn, the boy knows how to sing for his supper. We lay for a while just making small talk. There was no mess like previous offs. We cleaned it all up. We then shower together (finally) and then proceed to dress. “Are you free tomorrow?” I ask him. “Yes, if you want me come, tell me.” I tell him I will line him for sure. I give him 2500 baht, 500 more than was promised. I wanted to give 3000 because it was worth it. But I held back, because if I will see him again, I didn’t want us to start with such high of a tip expectation. We kiss some more and then he leaves. I was still spellbound. There was a reason why I liked Hot Male. After 10 minutes of futzing around the room, I realized, I didn’t get his Line contact! I leave the room and headed back to the street to see if I could still catch him. No luck. I proceeded to go to Hot Male to see if he came back. So next, at Hot Male, there was more night to be had.

Day 2: You’ll pay for it one way or another To have a perfect Gogo Boy weekend, I mainly had two things going against me: jet lag and time wasters. The former was brutal, as @vinapumentioned it, jet lag is worse on the 2nd and/or 3rd day, and I was feeling it when I woke up at 9:45 AM today. How I wish I could stay in bed. But Bangkok doesn’t stop for anyone, even if I just close the drapes and hide from it for a while. The choice always is, no matter how tired you are, a nice warm shower, a cup of coffee, and the smiles of cute boys will perk anyone right up. The second, time wasters, is still a good thing for me, exceot if time is very valuable. Since I came all this way to see gogos, I need every minute I have to off boys and visit clubs and get massages. The time wasters include video chats with the BF, who is worried that I may never leave Bangkok. And this also includes my day time date for today, a date with a free Taiwanese boy who lives in New Zealand who I began chatting with on Grindr on the taxi ride from the airport to the hotel. Continuing the messages on Whatsapp, we decided on meeting this morning and to go to a shopping mall together, and if all goes well, some indoor action as well. I am hoping this ends sometime in the afternoon so I can go to Arena to get a massage before heading over to Patpong 2 to meet with more forum members. That was the plan anyway. Executing it in real life was a different matter. We planned on meeting for breakfast. Since I had that extra seat for free breakfast at the Crowne Plaza, I offered to have him come over and have breakfast with me. I head over to the buffet on the 23rd floor to get started: While I was heaping my plate with all the farang-style bacon I can stand, I see him, sauntering through the dining hall, looking for me. I quickly unload some of the bacon from my plate, since I didn’t want him to see how much of a pig I was. I set my plate down and waved him over. He asked for coffee from the waiters, and then I invited him to get his food. He was super cute. 25 but looks younger. He was wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off to reveal some arm definition. He was shorter than I am, very compact. Very cute face. As we sat down to eat, he talked with this really interesting jumbled kiwi and taiwanese accented english. I told myself, if anything else, he would be good conversation and a nice companion to go shopping with. He made his other intentions known though, when after breakfast I asked if we should take an Grab Taxi or take public transportation to the shopping mall. He said, “I want to see your room first if you don’t mind.” Well, of course. I am the host after all. It would be rude if I didn’t show him around first (wink wink). The sex was fine. All bottom, which was a shame considering he had respectable tool to work with it. Left me all sorts of hickies (love marks), as per the case for me in Thailand. Gave me a bruise on my right side when he was trying a sexy move on me. I could see worse things to do on a typical Bangkok day. Oh, and we did manage to do some shopping. Thanks to the recommendations of @vinapu, @ggobkk, @reader and @spoon, the boy and I went to the new mall ICONSIAM. He used his Grab App (120 baht). After visiting the usual mall type shops, we went over to the first floor, which had impressive decor and displays, and even had a “Muay Thai” type show: IMG_3275.mp4 That's a big cock When we got back to the hotel with our shopping bags in tow, came more sex, and by more sex I mean more naked rolling around in bed, cracking open some beers, and lots of talk. Despite him being a very interesting and sexy lad, who I wouldn’t hanging out with more, I had other plans today. I already gave up on going to Arena, and when 8 PM came, I had to kick him out. I told him I had dinner plans with friends, which was true, if dinner consisted of a welcome drink at Lucky Boys. And it was with friends. I was meeting forum members. I tried to nap for 30 minutes but to no avail. I gave up and made myself some coffee and a rejuvenating shower, and headed over to Patpong 2 to meet up with @ggobkk and @anddy. I’ve met both members before, and both are always friendly and eager tour guides for me. They were both sitting on the setee at that “bar” at Fresh Boy. This “bar” is turning out the be the meeting place dujour for GayThailand members. We should all invest on building this bar up into a place where there are more comfortable chairs/couches, with music playing at a level where you can have a decent conversation with the members, to give out advice and tips about where to go and what to do, as well as the latest gossip on boys and offs. There will be Viets for @paulsf and @reader, Mr Babe for @ggobkk, Mr Nut for @vinapu, hairless wonders for @anddy, and anyone who has a pulse for me. Seriously though, let’s start this bar. So anddy and ggobkk and I update each other of previous activities, and boys and plans for the night. @ggobkk has already started with a Viet waiter in his hand. Saw,, the bar boy chastises me again with my water order (“Beer better na”) even if I desperately needed it after constantly making out with a boy for a good part of 9 hours. It was getting close to 10 and we needed to pick a bar to see a show at. The consensus was Lucky Boys, the new and improved boy bar in Patpong 2. Was Lucky Boys a former bar in Twilight? I am not certain. But this fairly humble exterior belies the very spacious interior: There was a waiting area with a couch (sans drag queens): And then inside, it was pretty spacious and alluring. All three of us were seated in the middle sofa, right smack dab in the middle of the action, directly in front of the boys. @anddy and @ggobkk sat on either ends of me. A @numazu sandwich. After our drink orders were taken, the attention now were at the boys. This bar has a shit-ton of them. 50 at least were onstage. Maybe more. One by one they formed a line, and then tried their best to look enticing, or at least interested, in the proceedings. A sample from their website: VID_1575155593327.mp4 There has something to be said of having 60 cute boys in their underwear onstage at one time. Only in Bangkok. There was almost too many boys, if that’s at all possible. It was hard to discern one boy from another. I spot one boy to the right of me, making eye contact, looking cute. And then a split second later I see another boy at the center, looking cute as well. And then another, and another. Pretty soon I had a long mental list of boys I could see myself offing, but not choosing anyone yet. I Lined @reader that we were all in Lucky Boys. He congratulated us on our choice, and gave me a boy recommendation, including the boy’s number. I tried in vain to look for him but he wasn’t there. I Lined @reader back that I could not see him. @reader’s response: All three of us now were talking about who was cute among the boys and some backstory if there was one. @anddy drew first blood. Upon @ggobkk’s recommendation, he asked this good looking darker skinned boy to join and sit with him. He was young, had a nice lean frame, and was really handsome. He had a swagger to him. He joined @anddy to his left. Pretty @ggobkk called on a boy of his own, another darker skinned beauty seated to his right. At this point the mamasan was looking at me. “For you?” he asks me with arms stretching out to the boys. There were a lot of boys. And there were two who were openly waving at me, winking at me, smiling at me, trying to get my attention. I felt embarrassed by the attention, like in a Pepe le Pew cartoon. I looked at the boys on the stage. It was hard for me to choose just one. In Moonlight, picking MoonBoy, it was obvious for me to pick him because there were only a few to choose from. Here, there were almost too many to choose from. Which led to indecisiveness, which led to pressure, which led to me not picking anyone at all. I am not knocking Lucky Boys at all. It is a great bar. And you will see in a future post I will go back here and declare victory. So I was just alone here while @anddy humped his guy, and @ggobkk made nice with his. Onstage, the two gogos were still tying to wave at me for my attention. If they had flags they’d be twirling them at me right now. It was almost shot time and @anddy suggested that since I was not finding what I wanted in this bar, we should all go to another boy and try my luck there. If we leave now, we can still check out the show at another bar. So we settle our bills, me with my lonely one drink, anddy with a drink and his boy’s, ggobkk the same. And we were off. Next, another bar, and another off, with @anddy and @ggobkk.

This video was taken before I got there, the boys may or may not be here. Hint: one of them is here. I agree with you @vinapu, we always have the same tastes in asian men. It's not that hard to download FB and YouTube vidoes. I downloaded them because it is ahrd to embed the FB ones in this website. I've done threesomes in Thailand pretty extensively, and a traveling 4 some in Cambodia (see my trip reports). This is the first time I "forced" the threesome onto unsuspecting boys. When I asked the two for a drink, they thought I was just going to pick one from the two, so they were really surprised, including the mamasan, when I said both. It almost didn't work, the two boys never touched each other before I eventually persuaded them to. Not recommended, but as you can see, with a few beers and some ease of conversation between the two, I was able to get them to do it. It ended up being a 3 hour short time off though. By that point I needed sleep. @vinapu I only have one charm or potion that worked well for me: money. LOL. Though it wasn't more than their standard 2000 baht tip. As always, your mileage may vary, with asking for threesomes. bonus: this was not the only 3some I had this trip. Maybe Brazil has made me into a bigger sex maniac. It's funny the straight and gay differences here in Thailand, versus in Brazil. In Thailand, not onl does straight and gay tell you the sexual orientation, but also the what the guy does in an off. In Brazil, a guy can be straight but that is different from what he will do with you in bed. I know some self confessed straights in Brazil who are champions in kissing and taking dicks (mine or a 2nd Brazilian hung boy). I had to remember that straight here means no kissing, no sucking, no bottoming, and sometimes, no fun. The sad march of time. So much fun times in that Soi. Enjoy things while they're here because you'll regret it when they're gone!

Day 1.5: Three’s a Crowd MoonBoy, as I will call my off from Moonlight, was not one of the featured models at the popular bar. But he might as well be. He is tall, young, handsome, and muscular. “Why you no model for bar?” I ask, in a sort of non-judgmental way. “I shy, I cannot do.” he says almost embarrassingly. “Maybe someday, no now.” I just left it at that. To me, his Thai good looks belonged with the best of them, and he was even more handsome than some of the models featured now. But what do I know. I’m just a horny tourist looking for a good time. We get to the hotel and MoonBoy marveled at Crowne Plaza’s design. “Luxury na,” he exclaims. I guess its good that he has not been here before. He is still new to the scene. We get to the room and he immediately makes a beeline to the bathroom. “Shower!” he says. I leave him be and 10 minutes later it was my turn. I do my best and when I was done, I see MoonBoy laying in bed with his towel still around his waist. OK, I must admit that I try to not to say anything bad about anyone if I can help it. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe he was not into me (but then again he does not have to do be, that’s what the money is for). Or maybe he is just those non-performers you get once in a while that exist in the sex scene. He was gorgeous, the skin was flawless, the muscles big and ripply, the abs just on point. The cock was not anything to write about but then again that was the least of my concerns with this off. I tried to make the best of it, still thinking that I have a super gorgeous guy naked in my bed. I was able to cum, with no help from him. He made some half-hearted efforts, and smiled a lot during the process. I showered myself while he rinsed his hands. I gave him the 2000 baht promised off fee, bidding him farewell, and he was gone. I had my expectations high with this boy. After all, I just got a pretty good sexual massage merely 11 hours before this encounter, complete with the deep kissing and the sucking and fucking one would expect from hiring a prostitute. And before this, I’ve been traveling to Brazil, where everyone seems to know how to pleasure a guy for sex, and I keep coming back there and I am never disappointed. I know, it is part of life here in Bangkok, that you encounter the non-performer. But I didn’t know it was going to be this bad. Now alone in the hotel, I video chat with the Brazilian BF for a minute. It was late morning in south Brazil when I called. He was in one of his after gym jogs, shirtless, wearing tiny shorts so he can get his already golden skin tanned by the spring sun, with his muscular body glistening with sweat. He was happy to see me, and asked me if I was having fun in Bangkok. “Sim, mas saudades de voce,” yes, but I miss you. His pecs were bobbing up and down while he jogged. He was bobbing up and down everywhere. He stops to talk a little bit more, sitting on the sidewalk and telling me how his day was. It put me at ease. I did sincerely miss him. The talk did me good. So what if I got a non-performer. I can try again right? The beauty is in the trying. I brush away the thought of MoonBoy, and freshened up to tackle Bangkok once again. It was 12:45 AM by the time I got back to Patpong 2. The bar I was in with @reader was deserted. I plopped myself down the setee a ordered a beer from Saw. After a few words with Saw (nice guy), since I was the only customer in miles, all the barkers at Freshboys, and barkers at Screwboys, were enticing me to come in. So I made a calculation in my head. With the recent non-performance of MoonBoy, which bar would at least guarantee me that some would perform? Preferably containing gay boys? I made the decision that FreshBoys would be the bar that would have the performing gay boys I need. Previous experience: When I got there, I was the only customer. This made me feel a little bit uneasy, but oh well let’s roll with it. It was past 1 AM, and everyone is winding down, so this is the best I can get tonight. I was seated in the center and immediately all the boys who were sitting or talking or lounging sprung up into action and got onstage. ALL mamasans came to me (LOL, it felt that way). One asked me my drink order, another showed me all the boys and asked what I wanted. The main(?) mamasan, a gorgeous and tall trans women, made some conversation, telling me that she knew me from the Twilight days and was glad I was back. I am glad I was back too. Back to the boys, about 20 were here, lots of variety here for sure, but all were more or less twinks. A sampling from their website: VID_1575014685513.mp4 Since I was the only customer here, I took liberties in demanding certain things. I asked the main mamasan if all the tops can stand to the left of me, and all the bottoms or “do everything”s move to the right. She laughs and another mamasan shouts instructions to the boys. Most of them laugh, but slowly but surely they move to their separate places. When the obvious battle lines were drawn, the boys were looking at each other, and one or two defected from one side to another. It was funny. I didn’t have to ask, because looking at the boys it was obvious which side was which, but I confirmed with the mamasan which side was everything and which was only top. She confirmed my guess. I turned my attention to the boys. A good looking bunch. Normally I wasn’t into super twinks, but tonight, they were working for me. I looked at the tops only line and found some good ones, but I was thinking they might be some non-performers there, so really I had to pick from the “do anything” pile. I could easily off at least 6 in this bunch. I chose by looks. I chose a tall darker skinned guy, and a more compact lean muscular guy as well. The two looked at each other, and then made their way on either side of me to flank me. The unpicked boys groaned and frowned. I guess this was their last chance to be offed tonight. I can’t off everyone LOL. I ordered drinks for both, and another drink for gorgeous mamasan. I asked the mamasan what time they closed. “2 AM”. It was 1:35. I had time to drink and assess and play around. You know the trick with the boys. They can be aloof and different onstage under the harsh lighting and little clothing, but once they were up close and sitting with you, they were totally different. It was the case with these two, immediate touching, holding my hand, asking me questions, and making me feel comfortable about my choice. The mamasan was also their to liven up the proceedings, and I must admit I was having fun despite my earlier disappointment. I was almost sad that it was 2 AM and time to go. I tell the two I will off them, and tell the mamasan to settle the bill. My drink, 3 drinks for mamasan and boys, and 2 off fees, not cheap, but so what lol. I also gave mamasan 100 baht tip. All worth an hour’s worth of work for all their time entertaining me. Worth every penny I think. As I wait for the two to emerge with clothes on, I just realized: do the two even like each other? They seem to work out with me with their eagerness to have sex with me, but what about with each other? I didn’t ask them if they would be find having sex with each other. Oh well, too late now, as I see them emerge from the bathroom, thoroughly quaffed and ready to go. I thanked everyone at the bar who stayed while I hung out with them for an hour. It’s probably the only time I’ll be in this bar this trip. As we go down the now fairly familiar Surawong to Rama IV way back to Crowne Plaza, the two boys attempted to make conversation with me. They asked what I wanted out of them and what kind of sex I needed from them. “Everything,” I told them matter-of-factly. They both laughed. “You want me fuck you or you fuck me?” the Lao boy asked. “Both,” I said, with a grin in my face. “How about me?” the Khmer boy then asked. “Both again, and you two do both each other.” They looked at each other nervously. I just laughed. This might get weird. About the boys, they seem to be opposites of each other, which is why I picked them. The Khmer guy had a pretty face, darker skin, and a lean and tall lithe body. He moved gracefully as we walk through the street. Lao Boy, on the other hand, was more compact and muscular. Looked older and boy next door, but very sweet and soft spoken. They will definitely be better altenatives to MoonBoy earlier. We get to the room. The Lao guy immediately disrobes and mentions to everyone that he will go to the bathroom first. I hear the faucet turn on and then the toilet flush, and then the shower. I am assuming he is busy cleaning down there to be prepared to get fucked by two guys. Meanwhile, the Khmer was affectionate, kissing me, caressing me, and carefully taking off all his clothes till there was no more. My kind of guy. When Lao Guy was done, Khmer Guy immediately leaves as it was his turn to turn on the faucet, flush the toilet, and then shower. And it was Lao guy’s turn to be affectionate. The benefits of having more than one guy to have offed. When Khmer guy was done, he asked if I wanted him to be in the shower with me. I said yes. Lao Guy was not to be outdone. He too wanted to be in on it. Which meant a very crowded shower. It was fine. The guys scrubbed me down really well. Drying each other, I grab a fistful of condoms and went to town with the two. The two were pretty well versed on what “do everything” meant. But there was one problem, they did a everything with me, but not with each other. They didn’t even touch each other, opting to work on me and not each other. Which was fine I guess but sometimes it is hot to see two cute guys go at it. I ate both asses. Hairless, divine, Lao guy even had a sort of gel that made his ass sweet and yummy. I fucked Khmer guy first, and when I did, Lao Guy just sat there, not knowing what exactly to do. He angles himself awkwardly to kiss me while I was fucking Khmer guy. Lao Guy then takes a condom to replace the one I had, but I told him to wear it himself and to fuck me. He sets me on all fours and proceeds to doggy style me. Very hot. But it was Khmer Guy’s turn to not know what to do. He inserted himself between my arms and started giving his hard cock to my mouth. Spit roasting. Very very hot. It was Khmer’s turn to fuck me. He laid me down and fucked me on my side. Lao Guy proceeded to suck my cock while I was getting fucked. I tell him to put on a condom on me. Pretty soon Khmer pulled out and I was fucking Lao Guy. As a finale I asked them to fuck each other. They both turned red with embarassment. You got this far with me, why the sudden rash of shyness. They looked at each other and they started giggling. I started giggling too. We took a break and busted out the beers from the mini bar. As we were in the bed, all three of us, we made some small talk, about gogo life, about Bangkok, about customers. I then gave them a choice. They can choose which one is top and which one is bottom. After another round of coaxing, they do rock paper scissors. The Khmer Guy wins and opts to top. So they position themselves doggy style. Tentative at first, they get a rhythm going. I feed Lao Guy my cock and he sucks pretty well. I cum in his face. Khmer Guy cums on Lao Guys back. And then Lao Guy climbs on me, puts my hand in his ass, and while I finger him, he cums in my mouth. After another round of crowded shower. They were on their way. I give them 2000 baht each. They seem to be appreciative. It was 5 AM. There was more Bangkok to do. This is only Day 1.

Yes this is quote the distinction, having only met you IRL not in LOS, and fairly far removed from it too. Thanks for meeting that time. Again let me know when, who knows if it'll be when I'm there too. No problems at all. Never had problems with them taking a boy, or three, or a party, to the room all these years. It's hotel well-frequented by Japanese tourists, and once in a while I see some of them bring a gaggle of ladies with them at all hours. The hotel must be fairly liberal with their policy. No check of ID or joiner fee or anything. There are cameras everywhere, but the hotel is huge, and it never feels anyone is watching you at all, if that matters at all. This is purely my obervation, not sure if it is the case or not, oe thing I did notice about them is that after 2 AM , only one elevator , at the far right, the one closest to the check-in counters, and you would have to walk all the way past the other (closed) elevators to get to, would be open and working and the other elevators don't seem to open at that hour. I think they do this because it is easier monitor who comes and goes at late hours with just one elevator to monitor. Otherwise, a pretty decent, if expensive hotel to have a nice revolving door of boys at. At times when I have free breakfast and free lounge access, I can bring my overnight guest with me to avail of the 2 free breakfasts, no questions asked. They don;t have to be registered at the hotel, and usually I bring a different guy a night to join me. I am sure the hotel workers have seen it all. I do hate that they all know my fucking name lol. While 1000 baht is extravagant in my opinion, I fully utilize mamasans when I go to gogo bars, especially when I am going alone. They are someone to talk to, get feedback about the boys, and other things. They usually leave me alone when a boy is seated beside me, or with the case of the Moonlight mamasan, give color commentary on the boy numbers while they are going on. He cracks me up sometimes. And hey, if you are into very specific sexual stuff, the mamasan will be able to point you to a boy who will do it. I've tried it. Hehe @spoon. As well as to @vinapu, @Jasper, @10tazione, @jason1975, and @Boy69. Very very good guesses. I am not ready to confirm or deny who those two are just yet, but this was not the last I have seen these Moonlight models.

Day 1: Reading by Moonlight How do you guys get over the time change? Do you set a full day of rest of doing nothing to get a full recharge? Just grin and bear it and spend the first few days in a zombie state? Or are you one of the lucky bastards that get to go through life without getting affected by jet lag? I’m screwed. The alarm woke me up promptly at 6:30 PM. At first I didn’t know where I was and what I was doing there, and then a heavy blanket of fatigue set in. I sorely wanted to go back to bed, and slept for another hour till 7:30 rolled around. Afterwards, there was no other way around this. I need to get up now unless I wanted to lose my first night sleeping. I switched on the Master Switch to turn all the lights on in the room and to blind myself awake. I shower and take a quick and thorough scrub to get me ready for whatever may come. I head over to the Crowne Plaza 31st floor lounge to get a coffee and some snacky things to munch on (happy hour is 5-8 pm). It was 8:28 PM when all was said and done. I had an 8:30 PM meeting with forum member @reader tonight. It’s good to meet someone on your first day who has been here a while to get the scoop on the current lay of the land. I intended to go to Moonlight and catch the show tonight, but I’m meeting @reader at Patpong 2 at the heart of the new gay (half) Soi. As I leave Rama IV and turn into Surawong, I get the familiar sense of deju vu. This felt like all the other nights I’ve been here, but I knew things were really different. I knew when I pass by Twilight I will see a boarded up entrance. No sooner that I pass Jim Thompson was a hawker for Moonlight. I hear the familiar siren song of: “Boy show? Boy show?” I probably had the look that I needed to see a boy show. And I did, but first, a drink with @reader. Thaniya, two other streets, and then I see the familiar Muay Thai sign, signaling that indeed, I am in PatPong 2: Ok, so it doesn’t have quite the oomph of this entrance (taken Chinese New Year 2018): But I guess it will just have to do, for now. I finally get to the “bar” that @reader told me to meet him at. Yes, I guess technically it is a bar, but really its just a counter with a few stools around it, and a table with two chairs and a setee. But at arrival, it was not @reader who greeted me first. It was Trung, the ubiquitous Viet gogo bar waiter I remember from the Twilight days. He seems genuinely happy to see me, even giving me a more than strong hug. “How are you? Where you been?”, he asks excitedly. After the initial shock my eyes focus: yup, he’s still cute and yummy. I give him a short summary of my past year, as I scan the “bar” for @reader, until I recognize him and introduce myself. I give Saw, the cute Myanmar bar tender for the bar, my order. “Why only water? Why not beer?” he asks, probably shocked by my lack of alcoholism. “Because I good boy,” I tell him. Which was a much easier to understand reply than “I am sweating and dehydrated and jet-lagged and want to die.” Turning to @reader, I give him a rundown of my flights and first few hours here, and he rewards me with a rundown of what bars made the switch to Patpong 2, what kind of ambiance I would expect, and, more importantly, what kind of boys I would encounter in each establishment. While he was telling me this, it dawned on me that the names of most of the boy bars on Patpong 2 ended with “-boys.” Some are Lucky, Fresh, Dreamy, or Screwed, I guess. One bar's name ends in “-Male” which is even more generic than just boy. I finally realize the genius behind the branding of “Moonlight” or “Jupiter” or “Tawan”. Seems less generic, and more about an identity, a brand, and a story. But thinking about it further, maybe the primary reason of calling a bar “Luckyboys” tells the average passer-by that the bar, unmistakably, has boys in it (lucky ones at that), and should be avoided if you are looking for pussy (real pussy, not boy pussy, or in this case, lucky boy pussy). Pretty useful if the bar is in a not so gay street like Patpong 2. Map of the area, circled the bar where I was, or close to. Not sure why it says i am in Patpong 1 when I was in Patpong 2. From GB Guide: Sidenote: Though looking at the girlie bars in Nana Plaza, listed here, hardly had any “-girls” in their names. Oh well. After some pleasant banter with @reader (thanks man!), it was 9:30, and I was ready to take in a show, and I still had my sights set on Moonlight. I bid adieu to @reader and wished him luck on his future offs. I headed back to Surawong and then to the alleyway where Moonlight was. 500 baht later, I was in. My first gogo boy bar this trip: At 9:45 the place was a third occupied, so still many choice seats to choose from. I chose my usual favorite perch, a stool at the end of the second row, so I would not be shoulder to shoulder with strangers, as I was alone, and there was room for a boy to sit beside me. And sure as shit, the more things stay the same, my usual Mamasan found me and called me by name. Wow. Was I really gone 16 months? It seems that noone in Bangkok has skipped a beat yet. After the usual small talk (how long you stay, where you stay, what you want tonight), I tell him that I was ready to off a model this trip. Not necessarily tonight, but at some point in the trip. He said to watch out for the opening parade of boys. And he will have some scoop on general temperament of the model, and if he thought I was a good fit. He knows from my previous offs that not only would I want someone that would deliver, but would at least try to match my libido. This mamasan has learned from the past. Am I the only one who does not have any problems with mamasans? One by one the boys show their wares onstage. A pretty good looking bunch so far. There were about 3 regular boys that I thought would be good for me tonight. I remember their numbers for later. As 10:30 PM comes, also come the main model boys, with their introductions. Babe, the main attraction of the bar, unsurprisingly got the lion share of attention from the audience. I can see the appeal. Pretty charismatic and handsome. He also knew what he had, and what his status at the bar was, so he had an air of confidence with him. I, however, had my eyes set on two other models who were in the parade. God they were gorgeous up close. Watch the parade yourself and guess who the two were. This was the actual parade at the night I was there, downloaded from Moonlight’s FB: VID_1574937420128.mp4 I ask the mamasan the details: “5000 baht tip, 1000 baht off fee. They are men so maybe some kiss maybe some do not. All top so most no suck, and no bottom.” I smile, knowing the answer already, but it was nice to confirm it with the mamasan. Something to definitely consider this trip, if only for the perverse sense of trying it out. Babe, though with his white hot good looks and obvious charms, were no match for the two I had my eye on. They were just beautiful. Bangkok Blinder off: In reality, 5000 baht was a steep price for the supposed service I will get. Even with the quality of the boys here, they were no match for the Brazilian boys, who do way more, and have way more assets (wink wink), for 5 times less the price. I point to the mamasan the two models I like. She said they were good choices for me. She asked me if I wanted one of them to sit with me. I told her not yet. I told him I really wanted a regular for tonight, and a model boy for later, possibly during the day. Mamasan says to just Line her tomorrow and he will try to see who is available during the times I wanted. Mamasan then asks me what I wanted tonight. By this time, the bar was pretty much packed. Thank goodness I arrived before all this madness. About 8 girls, 3 white guys, and the vast majority asian boys in the audience. I tell mamasan the numbers of the regular guys I liked for tonight. He leaves for about 5 minutes and comes back with 2 boys. “One already with customer.” Both very good looking. I pick the taller one. He wais to me and sits beside me. Mamasan mentions if I wanted a drink for the boy, I say yes, and to tell him to get himself one too. The drinks come, toasts are made, the boy smiles at me and boops my nose with his pointer finger. So cute. This was promising. The show starts, and since I was here last in June 2018, all new numbers. Mostly with boys I’ve never seen before. Some drag lip sync which I didn’t mind at all. Dance numbers all pretty well rehearsed. Very slick production. They have this all down. A lot of things changed, but still felt the same. The number with the models were pretty good. There was a “hiphop” number where the model guys were busting a groove, starting from the stairs and making their way to the audience, taking their turns grinding it up with the mostly shy audience members. All the models eventually end up on stage. Babe had his “kpop” moves down, and the crowd was loving it. But one of the models I liked, he was dancing like how hiphop should really be danced. I was sold, and in love, and hard. The way his hips were moving, his thrusts, god at least I know he can do them. 6000 baht no problem. I tell mamasan that he was the one that I wanted. He has the classic Thai handsome face, but his body was insane. Super abs, big arms, giant thighs, smooth light brown skin. But the way he handled himself was what sold it for me. The way he danced was fairly animated, and made me think hey, this guy might be that animated in bed also. Mamasan sends me some photos of the guy in my Line, mainly I think to remind the mamasan that he was what I wanted. The guy I was with was doing it for me as well. He held both my hands with his hands, would give me a peck on the cheek once in while, and his body was also muscular and great to the touch. Mid-way to the show, I ask him to put clothes on so I can off him. He came back in a polo shirt that was a size too small, making his chest and biceps bulge out of his shirt. He was smiling as he sat down with me again, and I knew I picked the right guy to off. When the Moonlight hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's Amore. As the shower show started (with a model that was super hot), I settled the bill. 3 extra drinks and the off fee was not cheap, but then again this was probably the last time I was going to be at Moonlight for the show this trip, so all was worth it. I ask the mamasan if he could see when the model was available during the day, tomorrow or the day after, and get back to me. As I leave, I take a copy of Thai Puan magazine and their GB Guide map. Moonlight really has a one stop shop for the gay tourist. And their business model seems to be working really well. Brazil Blinders Off: I feel that there is a way easier learning curve to get into the gogo boy bar scene in Thailand, than the Sauna Boy scene in Brazil. You could almost just have freshly gotten off the plane of your first time in Bangkok, and be able to off a guy that you like with relative ease, and relative security, than in Brazil. Drink prices and off fees, while relatively expensive, are pretty standard, there are english speaking mamasans that can help you find the man of your dreams, and everything seems to be pretty secure. While I have no problems with navigating in Brazil, I was not been always like that, and being fluent in Portuguese sure goes a long way. You can thrive in Bangkok without knowing a lick of Thai. I just feel the learning curve is steeper in Brazil, not to mention having some legitimate security concerns, though I have not had any problems there, ever. If you’re a novice who wants to try out the for-pay sex scene, Bangkok seems to be the place to start. As my current off and I traverse through Surawong and onto Rama IV, he suddenly becomes alive and bubbly and talkative and was less reserved than he was in the club. He holds my hand the whole walk to Crowne Plaza. This is gonna be good. Next, was it really good?

You are not a nobody @vinapu. You're the most prolific poster here! Do tell me when your next trip to LOS is going to be. Hopefully our paths will cross again. Its fun to dig up old posts and to see what I was up to. I had so much time back then! I don't know how I did it. Those times will probably never gonna be replacated. Ah yes, Tawan and Arena, two places I didnt get the chance to visit this trip but gives me incentive to go back and try them out again. The beds in Crowne Plaza are not hard but not too soft either. Arena Boy was pretty good with manipulating his body to adapt to how to massage in a California King bed. I imagine it is more dificult to do so rather than at a massage table. But he was up to the task, and the bed actually made it such that he had his body closer to mine almost the entire time. Pros and cons. Probably tip more if the massage is on a bed, because it is ahrder to give a good massage in that situation.

Quite the lovely photo @Michael, and you're right @anddy LOL. I am itching to go back soon, if only to see the BF. You should see my cellphone photo gallery. It's filled with tons of photos like this, of guys like this, without the flowers though LOL. LOL, I hope they compensated you at least for using your own photo.

Day 0: Preparation M I didn’t even know for sure I was really going to Thailand till 2 weeks before the trip, when some work stuff suddenly came up. After some grand planning it turned out that I could only devote 3 nights for Thailand, probably a by-product of giving all my vacation time to Brazil and Colombia. Which is not nearly enough time, as everyone knows, and is a poor shadow of my glory days in the region when I would be there for weeks at a time. No matter, I will make the most of it, as usual. I booked my usual Cathay Pacific flights and braced myself for 15plus-hour flight times that I was going to have to face. As the days grew close I started to dread the flights ahead of me. I have not done these super long-hauls for a while now. It is not the usual 7 to 9 hour ones going into South America that I have surprisingly gotten accustomed to. With those it’d be a nice red-eye flight, leaving late at night, just perfect to fall asleep at the start (even skipping dinner service once in a while), and wake up at late morning to start my day at Rio or Bogota. A short disco nap just before dinner and I’d be set for the whole stay. With travels to Asia, it is different. The aforementioned long haul flight was long enought that it meant being awake for a significant time in the flight itself, which in turn meant either being restless in your seat or worrying about turbulence or that screaming baby behind you. And the time change is a killer. When the sun hits your eye, but you’re supposed to be asleep at this hour, its not amore, its jet lag. Arriving at noon at Suvarnabhumi, no matter how much sleep I got in the flight, meant I’d be aching for a bed on the taxi ride over. And then it takes a few days to recover. And this trip, I really don’t have a few days to recover. So, I wasn’t taking anything lightly. I knew only a (real) massage right when I arrive at my hotel would be the cure for the jet lag. And no, I’m not going to a massage place, that meant preparation and walking or taxi and dealing with mamasans and choosing. I needed someone to come to me. And right after the massage, I’d want to take a nap in an attempt to get some rest before the night of debauchery. Time really wasn’t on my side. I looked at my Line contacts and tried to see if I had any massage boys in it that I remember availing of in the past. I wildly message all in the hopes that some would respond. I ask @anddy and @paulsf if they had any suggestions for massage boys that would go to my hotel, massage the flight out of me, and then sex me to sleep. On Line, I got one reply from a massage boy I remembered I got from Arena: Very uncomplicated and business-like Line exchange was had between the two of us. He said he would be available on the day of the massage and will be at my hotel. Quoted 2000 baht. Not too bad I thought. @paulsf also suggested to find a massage boy in Grindr, so I did the fake-GPS thing on an android phone and got a few hits. One stood out: a freelancer Viet boy, bottom, who was also a massage boy. He was super eager to share a few risque phots of him, and even sent a video of his ass getting fucked and then cum spewing out of his hole at the end. I mean, I didn’t mind receiving these videos for sure, but among other things, this may have meant that his service was more sex than massage. I guess I’d just have to roll the dice to see how I feel that day. More sex or more massage? So with two potential massage boys waiting for me at the hotel of the day I arrive, I was set. I arrived at the airport with two hours to spare. After sampling Cathay Pacific’s excellent Noodle Bar offerings at their lounge, I proceeded to walk to the gate. During this short stroll, I began to get excited about the trip. Old feelings were coming back, the sense of anticipation I got whenever I knew I was going to a place that was amazing, was taking over. That euphoria got to my head I think, because when I got to the gate at 15 minutes before boarding, I immediately noticed a very tall, young, half-asian, half-white handsome guy at the end of the Premium Economy line. He was a stunner. I was about to get on the Business Class line where I belonged, when I decided to make my way towards the PE line instead, and stood in line right behind him. Yup, totally worth waiting a few more minutes to board to be close to the guy. He was super gorgeous up close too. I *mostly* kept my composure, but the whole time he was waiting in line, he was stretching for the flight, arms outstretched, butt perked up, subtly exposing his abs and obliques when his shirt hiked up. When it was time for the Premium Economy peeps to board, I dutifully followed him and his swagger to the aircraft, where he turned right, and I turned left, to my seat, never to see him again. Small thrills. It was worth it: At the connection at HK airport, I turned on my internet on my phone, and I surprisingly got messages from both massage guys, asking if I wanted to meet at the hotel when I arrived. Surprisingly because @paulsf reminded me earlier of how flaky the boys can be at times. As it was, I felt exhausted, and will probably need a real massage with sex, which the Arena guy was, as opposed to a sex session disguised as a massage appointment. Plus, the Viet bottom seemed too overly eager for my comfort, forwarding me more photos of his ass and videos of his ass dripping of cum. Very amusing, but probably not what I needed today. I told Viet boy no, but he still was fairly insistent, sending me more messages long after I stopped responding. Probably for the best. After a 2+ hour flight to BKK, I was at Suvarnabumi airport. Looking out the airplane window, I am greeted by the familiar distinctive façade of the airport. Upon exiting the aircraft, instinctively, as I have done 16+ times before, I rush to the direction of the immigration counters, and blindly get into the general line. 20 minutes later I get to an immigration officer. New added feature, there was now a machine at the counter to get your finger prints. Interesting. The officer gives me back my passport and boarding pass, but not before chastising me for not using the fast track lanes that I was entitled to, as I was in Business Class. “Many time here in line,” he reminds me. First mistake of the trip, and it won’t be the last. Rushing to the taxi level, I look at Google Maps to plot my course to the Crowne Plaza Hotel Lumpini Park. 42 minutes. Not too bad. I get some cash from the ATM for the taxi and massage boy tip. Soon, I am on my way. I Line Arena Boy and tell him my ETA, plus 15 minutes, to account for traffic or check in time. I get to the hotel and unsurprisingly enough, the porter who sent me off the last time I was here in 2018, was here to greet me. “Welcome back sir,” he says, as he deftly takes my luggage and gives me luggage tags. Handsome as always. I walk past the concierge desk and greeted by a “Welcome back sir,” again by a familiar hotel worker. I take the elevators to the 23rd floor to the check-in counters, again greeted by familiar people. It was like coming back home. Nothing has changed. As I approach the check-in desks, I see Arena Boy, sitting in one of the lounge chairs. He was already here. I wave hi, he smiles. That smile. Jackpot. That smile alone put me at ease and signalled that indeed, my vacation has begun. The check-in process was, as usual, a breeze. My IHG status gets me the usual bigger room and lounge access and free breakfast. And I get my stuffed elephant like always, which was really what mattered the most. I have so many elephants now collected throughout the years, that I can start my own Royal Siamese Armed Forces regiment: I motion to Arena Boy to join me at the elevator. Once the doors were closed, he gets close and hugs me. “I remember you!” he tells me. I ask him if he recognized my Line account from before. He said no, but now, up close, he does recognize me. He remembered me from that one massage 2 years ago. What a good memory. I squeezed my stuffed elephant in my hand. Elephants never forget. I get my usual room, with the usual killer views of Lumpini Park and beyond. All the familiar elements were there. Even the smell was familiar, which was a hint of lavender. It takes me back to a shit ton of memories I have of this place. “I shower first?” Arena Boy asks. Even the banter was the same. I point to the bathroom. I pee first. Yup, even the high-tech space toilet is still here. The handsome porter comes with my luggage, I give him 40 baht. “I hope you have a nice stay again here, sir.” he says as he leaves. I hope he can make the stay nicer, I say in my peverted head. After he did his initial cleanup, it was my turn to shower, and Arena boy offers to give me a personalized scrub down, possibly to ensure that he is going to work with a clean workspace. Again, as was in Arena, every nook and cranny was cleaned. He took particular attention to my groin and my ass to make sure everything was clean as a whistle. This made me hard of course, and even 22+ hours of travel can’t diminish this high. As he cleaned my face he took time looking at me and asking me what I wanted. “I am tired from travel. Can you make me feel better?” Sure, he said. “Sex too?” I smiled. “Yes.” He laughed. He rinsed me off. He gave me a kiss in the lips. After drying, we head over to the made bed, and he rearranges the pillows for the massage session. He puts a pillow at the head of the bed and instructs me to put my head on the pillow face down. We were both fully naked at that point and his long cock was swinging back and forth as he surveys the setup. He then proceeds to give me the best massage I’ve had in my life. Not too much pressure, but enough to matter. He concentrated on some trouble spots that I’ve been having, without me even telling him where they were. And I’m normally ticklish when it comes to massages, especially when it comes to the soles of my feet, or my sides, or my hands, but he managed to finesse his way for me to be comfortable with all of it. After an hour he tells me to turn the other way, facing him. He does a few more finishing massages and then slowly but surely massages my cock and ass. This was getting good, and I was hard instantly. But he was not really stroking my cock, just rubbing his hands in the periphery and getting me heated up. He leans over and gives me a deep kiss. After a while, he sits on my chest and then thrusts his cock over to my mouth. He gets hard while inside my mouth and I can feel it grow. He takes his cock out of my mouth and slides his ass over so I can get a taste. This was amazing. I started jerking myself off and he takes my hand away and says “My job.” I laugh. Condom and lube at the ready (where did that come from), he puts a condom on my cock, lubes himself up and then proceeds to ride me. It didn’t take long before I was close to bursting. He stops thrusting and pulls me out and takes my condom off. He puts his cock back on my mouth until he was fully hard again, and then puts on a condom and heads over to my ass. Lubed up, he puts it in, slowly, considerately, and since he already warmed me up, it wasn’t too difficult to take it in, even with his girth. Slow thrusts, then more purposeful. This felt good. He takes one stroke of my cock and I immediately cum. Goddamn. He pulls out and climbs on me and sits on my chest again and jacks off till he comes all over my neck and chin. WELCOME TO THAILAND YOU CRAZY PERVERT. He kisses me again, with the cum and all. He hurries to the bathroom to get tissue paper to wipe me down. He then helps me up and we have our second shower together. I could barely keep my eyes open at this point, I was so comfortable and made sleepy with the massage and the sex that followed after. Drying, he kisses me again. I fish out 2200 baht from my wallet and give it to him. He wais in thanks, and his swinging cock sort of wais with him. He gets dressed. He hugs me again and then he was gone. I set the alarm for 6:30 PM tonight. There was more Bangkok to see. I turn off all the lights. A message in Line comes in. It was Arena Boy saying thanks. I start texting back, but as soon as my head hit the pillow I immediately fall asleep, with my reply unsent: Next… a 3 boy night!

Pardon me if i am naive (and sometimes I am), but wasn't it mentioned that the boy in question was an aspiring flight attendant? If the airline company discovers that he was once a money boy, would it affect his chances for employment? Or is Thailand progressive enough to get over these kinds of things?. Or is this website enough of a private safe space that it wouldn't matter? I honestly don't know. I've wondered about this since the advent of the viral popularity of the Moonlight live feeds. Are the boys featured in Moonlight recognized and branded as Money Boys forever, and thus stigmatized as such with regards to future employment ? I'd imagine Thailand would be progressive about these things but I am not sure.

Apologies, I for got to mention @vinapu who has always helped me. How on earth can i forget... must be the jetlag. Likewise @anddy, it's always great to meet up with you. Its a shame we did not end up having dinner too, if only I could wake up on time LOL Interesting tidbit about Patpong. Had no idea that Patpong was a private road and the rules are different. I hope the gay establishments there thrive. The high season is coming. Is there still a high season? This is always good. I like that little bar.

Introduction This is my 17th trip of the Land of Smiles (does anyone call Thailand this name anymore?), after almost 16(!) months of being away. It has been far too long for sure, since I’ve had a pretty fun (and well-documented – from the trip reports here) history here, it’s quite puzzling that it took me this long to go back. Filtering the posts here to “Most Viewed”, after all this time, I find 5 of my trip reports are still there amongst the top, and having read most of them on the trip plane trip to Asia from the USA gave me a bit of nostalgia: But a lot of things have changed, least of all with me: in my personal life, and in my travel habits as well. Less Asia travel overall meant less Thailand travel as well, and the trips to Brazil have increased, in more frequency than even when I went to Thailand. I now have a Brazilian BF, who has successfully kept me in check for the most part. And a lot has also lot has changed in the gay gogo scene in Bangkok. I must admit that I have not been reading the forum much about the changes, so I am sort of going into this semi-blind. I say "semi" because I have the help of the GayThailand army of evergreen posters: @paulsf, @Michael @anddy, @ggobkk, @reader, @spoon and bunch of others, who are more than willing to update me on the scene. I only have 3 nights to spend in Bangkok though, so I have to make this count. I started this thread to kick off the preparation: and it looks like the stalwarts Moonlight and Jupiter 2018 still hog the limelight, and with the recent relocations of Soi Twilight bars to Soi Patpong 2 (why 2?), it seems that this was the new epicenter of gay gogos in BKK. And here are my goals, and they are mostly unchanged from my previous trip: 1. Check out "New Soi Twilight" The Soi Twilight nexus of gay gogo and beer bars was still there on my last trip in June 2018, albeit one or two bars have started their transition to their new digs. Months before that, rumors of the demise of the Soi were imminent, but my trip came and went and the Soi seemed to have weathered the storm. But from rumor to reality, alas, meant that Soi Twilight is dead, and long live Soi Patpong 2. It seemed really interesting to me that most of the bars chose to relocate to the straight side and muscle in on Screwboys’ piece of the business. Some people have been mourning the departure of several Soi Twilight bars (hi @paulsf!), but it seems that most have had a more or less an easy transition. I’d be curious to see if there are new venues to be excited about. And since most of the oxygen in this forum has been consumed by Moonlight, I’ll try to devote at least some time at that bar, to see if there is anything new to ogle at, and if the models live up to the hype. I remember Tawan having the same legendary status it had way back when. Thanks to social media, Moonlight may have replaced Tawan in the legendary category. 2. Try not to do the Brazil vs Thailand comparisons From the previous trip report: I’ve done my own comparisons in my head, and truthfully one of these countries has already won me over. But it is great to have these many choices in the world, and for 2020 I have resolved myself to go to Thailand more, and (maybe) Brazil less. The sex-tourism infrastructure is still the best in the world, it is way cheaper all around, and you can get pampered here in Thailand like no other country could ever even dream of. And really, she said it best: 3. Try not to Dig Up the Past "Ain’t got no time for drama,” – old Chinese proverb In my 16 previous trips, I’ve used Thailand to experiment with my emotions and get into messy situations because it was the perfect location to do so. It was far enough and remote enough away that I can wreak my havoc with my soul and with other boys and leave just before it gets too hairy, and more or less noone is the wiser back home. I have not always made the correct decisions (who has?), but Thailand has taught me many things along the way, and I will be forever grateful for those moments. But it was time for me to move on (as in, to Latin America), and I am carving a whole new set of ways to find myself in a whole new continent. So this time, since it is a shorter trip, I have no time to dredge up old history. So this trip, no BurBoy, MonBoy, or Cambodia Boy (CB), the trio that has defined my Thailand trips. They have been trying to get me to visit ever since I saw them last: BurBoy: MonBoy: CB: Luckily, neither one will be in BKK when I am there. So with that, let’s go on with the trip report. To be continued…

Thanks for the tips so far. Please keep them coming! As far as programming the days, from the suggestions so far, here is what I am thinking: Day 1: AM: Arrival, jetlag, massage in my my hotel from Arena massuer PM: First show - Moonlight; Second show - DJ Station or FAKE (not a show but something to do) Day 2: AM: Chatuchak Market, Siam Paragon, Arena Massage PM: Meetup with some forum members, First show - Luckyboys or Dreamboys; Second show - Freshboys Day 3: AM: Deromatologist (lol) and MyHero PM: First show - Jupiter; Second show - Screwboys I know planning to death is the bane of every vacation, but I usually start up with a plan, but ultimately let the night take me wherever it wants me to go. Some thoughts: 1. So what is the flaw in my plan? 2. Is Tawan still a thing and is it still sad? 3. Are there any Patpong 2 specific things I must see, that was not in the Soi Twilight setup, or is everything pretty much the same, just the location has changed? Thanks for the concise summary. I am debating whether to just skip Screwboys, Moonlight and Jupiter, since I've been to these establishments already and they're vurtually unchanged sinc last I went (my impression, maybe wrong_, and go to the new venues instead. It's just that Moonlight and Jupiter are very buzzy here in the forum, and seem to attract a lot of posters. Lots of fawning over the boy "Babe" also. Should I shell out my 401k to meet this guy? Thanks I plan to enjoy it as much as Bangkok allows me to. Let me know if you wanna grab a drink! Hehe thanks @vinapu. To tell you the truth, bed is probably the last place I'll end up in, and sex, while there will be plenty of it, will not be the be all and and all for the trip. We shall see. Of course there will be a trip report. Hopefully not too many Brazil-Thailand comparisons, though I'm sure a lot of you would want to read about that too.

Another round of apologies are in order. I started this thread last June, asking for opinions about whether to go to Bangkok or Pattaya if one only had 4 nights: https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/12400-bangkok-or-pattaya-an-long-time-poster-asks-for-advice/ It turned out that I had to cancel the trip, and all my planning was all for naught, and I wasn't able to reply to the messages in the post, because of work things and I immediately booked a trip to Brazil to satisfy my blue balls. Many many trips to Brazil later, I still have my hunger for Thailand. The last time I have been there was June 2018. While that may only have been last year, I would remind people that I used to go 4 times a year (or more!), so I am overdue a trip. So here I am again, asking for help. From the last post, it seems that people have spoken, and Bangkok should be my destination: So my next crowdsourcing question is: How should I program my 3 days and nights at Bangkok? Some things to consider: 1. Some of you already know me from my previous trip reports. So you know what I like. For those of you who don't, I'd let my good friend @anddy summarize: To explain further, I like handsome pretty boys who are meatier than a Pattaya twink, but leaner than a Tawan bull. Sex is very important, but a good story is better, so I like guys who like to hang out and talk, and kiss, and fuck, in equal measure. I'm not into just worshipping a guy who just lays there. Building up chemistry is what I'm all about. Where do I meet these guys? 2. I would like to check out the new BKK gogo boy scene. Last time I was there, there was still a Soi Twilight. This time, tho Jupiter and Moonlight are still staples, it seems that Patpong is the place to go. I'd want to see what all the new bars have to offer, and also have time for Jupiter and Moonlight. How should I program my 3 nights? Are there clubs that open early? Stay late? I'd love to see as much as I can. I'll off boys too. I have pent up BKK energy. I'll be greedy. 4 boy night? Hope that Crowne Plaza allows this lol. 3. Since I am in Thailand, I will want to see the shows too. This is what sets Thailand's bars apart from the others I've seen in the rest of the world. Which ones have the best shows? Are there still fucking shows? Cum shows? I wanna know where to go. 4. Massage places - I'm looking to at least have a couple of happy ending massage place encounters in my trip. Where should I go? As always, for your invaluable advice, i will write a trip report. Thanks!!!!

Glad to be of help. I shall be back in Rio December. Thanks a million again @Tomcal for hosting me a few months ago at your amazing home. Hopefully not the last time. Learned so much from you! And yes, lots and lots (seriously, lots) of choices on Grindr. No need to pay. And I hope you have fixed your bed at this point lol. That's one noisy bed. Sorry about that if you heard it from my room. OMG i thought I was the only one who noticed this LOL.

Amen to this. I’m the same way.

Thanks @Tomcal! Very very generous of you to let me crash and take advantage (somewhat, wish I had more time) of what Merida had to offer. I’ll probably share about some of my Merida adventures, which was painfully short but fairly fruitful nevertheless, but right now I am in Rio (again) for my 14th trip. Too bad I’ll miss you in Rio! Someday our plans will intersect and we can hang out here too. Good thing you’re not here now tho, it‘s been raining... Hopefully I’ll finish my trip report as well. I usually don’t look at the forums when on travel. Just as I was in the middle of writing my 13th Brazil trip, I run into my 14th...

Yeah I went from 6 to 13 pretty quickly. Part of me feels that I am there so much, I should probably just live there. But all I did really was I cut down on the Colombia (and other trips) and just go to Brazil whenever I can. In fact I am preparing for another trip pretty soon. I can't report on all of my trips, but I write when I can. Thanks! And thanks also to the peeps who sent me private messages. No, you won't interrupt the flow of the report if you replied on here instead. Feedback is always welcome, good or bad lol. This is a great tip! Almost every Rio and SP subway station has a Banco 24 Horas. For unfamiliar cities, however, like Recife was for me, getting money right away at the airport sure saved me a lot of time looking for a Banco 24 Horas in the city. In Recife, there was also one close to Praca do Boa Viagem, and of course in Shopping Recife. Thanks @TotallyOz! And thank YOU for giving us a venue to talk about our trips! And maybe someday, you will actually be inside my stories! Hope to see you soon... Awesome! THat's what I love about Brazilians (and Colombians). They are usually hyper sexual and super sexy as well. Please do consider making your first trip to Brazil. And don't forget to share your experiences here! Right now I am preparing for ANOTHER trip. I'm hoping to wrap up this report soon, and maybe start a new one on the trip coming up... maybe lol

Day 7.5: Free At Last 1. Goodbye My Lover, Goodbye My Friend It has been a whirlwind 6-night stay with Tomas. We were both looking forward to this week together because (a) it was our first time together outside of his home state of Santa Catarina, his old state of Sao Paulo, and his adoptive state of Rio de Janeiro. Heading all the way out to the Northeast together was like turning a page, a new chapter, a chance to know for sure if this relationship was worth moving forward together. We were both giving up a few things to be together: me, the freedom of being single and changing the reason why I go to Brazil, and him, this week, giving up precious time away from work and his son to see if this relationship was worth it. And we took advantage of the week together by matando duvidas, or killing doubt (direct translation) with each other. I had my doubts about him, about him being bisexual and not having had a serious relationship with a man before, about his Garoto de Programa past, about his intentions with me, about my insecurities with him – the biggest one is the amount of attention he usually gets whenever we go out in public together. I can never get used to people, men or women, staring at him. He is quite attractive, and when we are in a club or even the beach together, he attracts attention. He has doubts with me too: about my numerous “boyfriends” scattered around South America, about my life back in California, about my inability to commit, about my fondness for pretty boys. He gets insanely jealous of just the smallest of things: like when he notices I am online on Whatsapp too long he wonders who I am speaking to; he is also afraid to cold call me on a Saturday night, because he is afraid to find out that I am with another guy. His insecurities with me seem to dwarf my insecurities with him. And he has a reason. I like sleeping around. And he doubts that I will stick around to be with him for the long haul, especially if I am in a country, his country, full of beautiful men. But we talked it out, usually cuddling together in the AirBNB's comfy couch, throughout the week. And we are still together, and this week in Recife helped us tremendously in figuring out the reasons why we are together. It is hard enough to be in a relationship, any relationship, but being in a long distance one just ups the difficulty. And never mind the fact that we are from different cultures, nationalities, backgrounds, life experiences, and economic statuses. BUT, I am reminded of the quote by President Teddy Roosevelt, himself quite a hottie when he was younger: Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, and difficulty. In the entirety of our relationship, we have been apart more hours than we have been together, but it seems worth it somehow, worth more than the doubt, the insecurities, and the distance between us. Tomas once told me that he eventually wants to be rich. I asked him how he intends to earn a lot of money. By getting a good job? By winning the lottery? By marrying a rich American? He shook his head. “That’s just money. Money does not matter at the end of the day,” he says. His definition of rich was a person who, after wrestling with the world at work during the day, had a house and a person he loves, to come home to at the end of the day, to make going through all that nonsense worthwhile. For Tomas, having a roof over one’s head, a delicious meal, and a person who loves you and you love, is what makes one rich. “I hope to strike it rich someday,” he smiles, while saying this, and then kisses my forehead. Maybe I’ve hit the jackpot. Have I gone soft? Well, not quite yet. 2. The Heat is On So after this very intense and emotional week, do I even have anything left for sexy shenanigans? I dropped off Tomas at the airport at 4:30 PM, and I was alone again, for the second time, in Recife. This time though, everything seemed to have changed. Do I even want to check out the sauna now? I’ve already had sex twice today, as Tomas and I had to make our last day together count. My flight to Fortaleza was at 2:30 AM later tonight. Maybe I should just take a nap so I get to Fortaleza refreshed? I hemmed and hawed my way through the evening, not sure of what to do. I did my last AirBNB cleaning, and then fixed myself dinner. It seemed like I was not going to be able to get the motivation to check out the sauna. At 7:00 PM I decided to read BoyToy’s Recife entries. @pauleiro's trip report was pretty informative, and his summary of the Recife saunas got me motivated: Alright, maybe I should check out at least Termas Boa Vista. That seemed to be the sauna to go to, if I had only one shot at this. Looking at their Facebook yielded this announcement. On a Friday, they had a show that started at 10 PM, and they had a happy hour at 9 PM: I took a shower, and 10 minutes later I was in an Uber to Santo Amaro, where the sauna was. It was a bit of a trek from Boa Viagem to Santo Amaro (25 minutes), and involved going over 2 bridges, but in a flash, I was there. I was unsure if I was in the correct place, but I checked the address and indeed, I have arrived: There was a security guard at the door, and after he assessed that I was, truly, there with good intentions, he buzzed me in. The receptionist was pretty jaded with everything. He gave me a key, a towel, slippers, and waved me off. The locker rooms were the next stop, and I found my locker pretty quickly: I never want to be wearing just a towel in saunas. But I was unsure if this sauna allowed patrons to be in street clothes while at the premises, or if everyone was required to be in a towel. Both Rio saunas, and Lagoa in Sao Paulo, as well as the two main saunas in Salvador, and Mezzaninu in Porto Alegre, allowed for patrons to be in street clothes, but Sauna Olimpo in Belo Horizonte did not. I saw a lot of patrons milling around, and they were all in towels, so to be safe, I changed into a towel as well, and kept my undies on underneath. I left my wallet with money and my house keys in the locker. I took my cellphone with me. As I did all this, a really hot GP was there in the locker room area with me. He was just standing there, wearing boxer briefs, with a huge bulge serving as his best advertisement. He caught me looking, and he smiled, revealing perfect teeth. He had an interesting look: He was a mix for sure (aren’t they all), but ofwhat, I don’t know. He was super tan, but had a tall Italian nose and green eyes, and some freckles on his face. The total effect looked very northeastern. And his body was perfect for me: not too worked out, but abs and powerful thighs that showed athleticism made outside the gym. But I remember the number one advice here on BoyToy: don’t fall in love with the first guy you see in the sauna. As I passed him by, I put a hand on his arm to acknowledge that, yes, I found him hot. He quickly guided that hand to his crotch. I got a nice handful of his money maker. I smiled at him, and made my way into the main sauna, leaving him on his perch. My initial impression of the sauna was great. It looked new, clean, and spacious. Maybe too spacious, as it made the place seem deserted. It reminded me of Mezzaninu in PA. Big and deserted. Lots of shower and toilet facilities. A long corrider that led to an internet café and some lounge facilities. I noticed the crowd. Again, it had the Mazzaninu vibe. Who were the clients and who were the boys? It was hard to tell who was who at first. And no obvious stunners so far. The upper floor had more seating. I saw a bar area. I bought a beer and sat down in one of the tables, and noticed the crowd in front of me. Looks like most of the patrons knew each other, and they seem to be a lively crowd. The place to be on a Friday night. After my eyes adjusted I was able to discern the boys from the clients. Again, the boys weren’t obvious stunners. Earlier, I asked Tomas about the saunas here, since he used to work in one of them, a long time ago. He said that I would be disappointed. It was not like the Rio saunas. The boys won’t be the same quality. And being here now, it was true, they weren’t for sure. Maybe a tier below Salvador, and just where Porto Alegre was. Some were handsome but the body wasn’t there. Some had abs but the face wasn’t there for me. I tried my best to settle on one, since I have been in Brazil for 7 days already this trip, and have not yet been able to pay for sex (and this is so unlike me). I bought another beer. A fellow client started talking to me. Still no boy for me. I was going to get another beer when the boy from earlier appeared. He stood across from me, leaning against the far wall, fluffing himself. He was still available. I was surprised he has not been snapped up yet. I wasted no time. I guess there is a thing called lust at first sight. I wave at him to come. He shakes my hand and sits with me. His sauna name was Paulo. From Recife. Played football for a league in the city. After a few more pleasantries I look at the time. It was 8:30 PM. 6 hours before my flight. Still plenty of time but it is probably wise to not waste any more time. How much? 100 reals. “Let’s get a suite,” I tell him. Always a suite. We both head down to reception, and the jaded receptionist screams at both of us “just one hour!” Fine fine. I’ll be done in 30 minutes. Paulo takes my hand and guides me to the suite which was on the upper floor. I see a sea of clients gauge me and my boy as we pass by. That’s right bitches, I’m doing a programa. We get to the suite and it was clean and pleasant: There was no bathroom per se, just a double shower head stall with glass doors, and no toilet and sink, in the room. “I need to pee and there is no toilet,” I tell Paulo. “You can just pee in the shower,” he says, laughingly. After I drain tonight’s beer and wash it down by turning on the shower, I join Paulo on the thankfully soft bed. He was already naked, and hard, and ready. We make out and caress each other’s bodies. He reached for my dick, which was by then hard, but I told him not yet. I wanted to take it slow. We talked for a bit, with kissing intermissions. He was a nice guy. His northeastern accent was pretty clear and not too hard to understand. After a while the main event was too hard to ignore. He was pretty successful in turning me on. I could just lay there with him all night, talking, with hard ons, and be happy with the programa. The suite had large mirrors on the wall, so I could see the full length of his body. He had a tan line where his tiny speedo would be. So hot. His legs were tree trunks, a sure sign of a footballer’s build. The rest of him was just perfect. And of course, his cock. So stereotypically Brazilian: fat and long. And his ass, plump and tasted great. There was no denying what would come next. He took his time with that too. We both came. I looked at the time. Holy shit it was 9:35. We exceeded that bitchy queen’s hour by 5 minutes. After kissing one last time, we shower and get presentable. As we headed back down, he goes to reception to return the room key, and I go to the locker to fish out 150 reals. The extra 50 reals was well-deserved. He hugs me for thanks. He asked me what I was doing next. I told him I was just gonna hang out to see if there were more boys I could do a programa with. He invited me back upstairs to hangout. He said it was happy hour from 9PM to 10PM, so there were free beers. There was also the show with drag queens. He gets me my free beer and we watch the show for a bit. Not my thing. No strippers even. Boo. We leave the stage area to sit down. Another round of free beers. “Where are you staying?” he asks. “At an apartment in Boa Viagem.” “I live in Boa Viagem too. Sometimes we play football at the beach.” I have seen nighttime football at the beach on my nighttime walks with Tomas. “What are you doing tomorrow?” Paulo asks. I lied: “Nothing planned so far.” I didn’t tell him that my flight to Fortaleza was 4 and a half hours away. “You should go by the house tomorrow. My mom is cooking lunch because my brother is visiting. We can have lunch there, as friends of course. And then we can hang out after and go to your place if you want.” That sounded really good. But alas I couldn’t come of course, but I told him “maybe!”. I asked for his Whatsapp just in case (lol). I asked about his plans tomorrow. He said he just had a football match later that day at 6 PM, and after that he was just going to the sauna. But he said we can hang out before the match. I asked how much he was going to charge me. He said we were just hanging out and he didn’t need to charge. He only charges in the sauna. Besides, he said, “friends are more important than money.” OK, it may be just a line he uses with every client, because of course money is very important, but it doesn’t matter I guess, because I was not staying long enough to find out if it was just a line or not. He asked for my Facebook too. I gave it to him and pretty soon I got a friend request. I never accepted it. I stayed for another hour, with Paulo by my side. I tried to find a second boy for a programa, but no one was clicking with me. More twinks than bulls. Paulo was a good combination of both. He was also very attentive. Telling me about the sauna, about the boys, about his life. It was almost 10:30 PM. We sat by the TV, on the couch. We started making out. Pretty soon he was hard again. I, of course, was as well. He led me to a corridor that was at by the other end of the long couch. It was where the free cabinas were. We went into one. We continued making out. “Wait, am I paying you again?” I ask. “I don't care. Let’s just do this.” He says, whipping out his cock. I push him on the bed. I put his legs on my shoulder. I put it in. He jacks off his huge dick. After some thrusts, he pulls out my dick, sits up, pulls my head towards his groin and shoves his cock in my mouth and cums. He was really wanting to cum again. “No clean up this way,” he says as he drains himself in my mouth. I was not complaining. That was unexpected. But good. He cleans up and meets up with me at the lockers as I put on my clothes. It was time to go. I give him 60 reals for the extra session. He kisses me and bids me farewell. He was going to meet up with friends who were nearby. “See you tomorrow, OK?” he says. I give him a thumbs up. I was not going to be able to see him. A pity. I head back to the bitchy receptionist to settle my bill. Apparently the cashiers were on the other side of reception, so I go back in and head out the other way. I am so bad with remembering things, but thank goodness for credit card statements: The entrance fee, the suite for one hour, and two beers all cost $22.52. Not bad for what was 3 hour stay. Plus the additional two cans of happy hour beer. Not a bad sauna going experience for sure. Recife is not done with me yet, next…