Myboby

That really appeals to me Christian !. Twinks on the gay beach in skimpy speedos which we used to see up to about ten years ago. I remember playing with them in the sea and then taking them back to the hotel or condo.
Perhaps one of the beach concessions could be converted into a boy bar/Gogo where boys could be offed.

look at bright side - at least you are in Pattaya 

I not smoke in Power boys :-)
Yesterday manager in bar say that they try shift bar to Jomtien Complex. But first need sell original property.
 
Number 14 - wow so lovely, 20 years old with headband, tanned skin and fit body. Top only so I not off him :-(

Most of the boys on stage have pulled down the tops of their briefs and flipped their cocks out to entice you, some are soft, but most are gently wanking their cocks so that they have at leas a 'semi' on. This seems to be their standard operating proceedure when there are customers in the bar.
 
If you call a boy over, buy him a drink you usually have full access to his cock to play with - if you get him to cum as he sits with you it will cost you 300 baht.
 
But if you put 300 baht into an empty wooden drinks bin, the elderly Thai boss bangs the bin on the table to indicate that 300 baht is available to the first boy on stage who can cum - many, but not all take part, wanking furiously. I did it three times I think and each time the tall guy won. So one time I put another 300 baht up for a different guy to try and win. They usually cum into their hand so that they can come over and show you to claim their prize.
 
300 baht seems the going rate in Sunee - its 300 baht in Goodboys for a cum and also in Eros.

Last night I check Cupidol - 16 boys in bar tried get eye contact. Boys are handsome good selection for anyone. Few customer just for drink, look and go. Lady mamasan dominated in bar. Ochh I do not want meet her in my bed.
 
Winner  (Sunee plaza) - 5  so skinny boys as sickly chicken. Biggest of them dance naked front of customer couple. With mirrors so few boys and customers bar looks ghostly - no reason to seat for me.
 
Entrance to DongTang beach near 7/11 is under reconstruction for several months and looks that Thai never finish it.
Smoker customer are forced out from beach to road, they have ready tables and chair  - so now smokers not visiting beach but DongTang road.

Good bless LOS

I was at 360 last night for 10:30 show, which started a few minutes early. It was my second time in a week or so and
both times were fun. 12-14 gogo boys, shirtless and in tight jeans and a good show. Drinks were 200 and 250 baht.
360 has new ownership with a farang boss. Bar is well air conditioned, comfortable seating and a large well lit
stage. Huge clean well maintained rest room. On each visit, I was with different farang friends and all including myself enjoyed the bar and the show. Show is erotic and has its own style different than other boy show bars on Pattaya,
Nobody was smoking cigarettes but I don’t know if we were lucky or if it’s a no cigarettes smoking bar.
 
Before the show, we stopped in Dream Boys, which was full of gogo boys in a good range of types. It’s become a
good option but can be smoky. Drinks around 200 b. Boys in undershorts.
Across the soi at Xboys, one can find a dozen plus gogo boys.
Pattayaland soi 1 far from dead and lots of fun and boys can be found there.

Works well  

I disapprove of reserving a boy and leaving him on stage (the bar's fault; if the boy gets dressed and waits inside or outside so I clearly see he is not available, that's fine for me).
 
 
 
I dislike all of this. If you want a boy, pay the off fee and take him out.
 
When I go to a bar, I expect, I demand, to see only available boys, not boys who don't go at all or boys who would go with me be are currently reserved for others. Living in Thailand, I could come back another day to get the reserved boy, but that's a subject I'm very sensitive to: go fuck yourself, I won't be back!
 
The story by Numazu with MonBoy having another customer before him, and hurrying to get back, fits in here as well.
 
If a boy tells me he has something else to before or after me and we have only xx minutes time, then I think "CUT!" and tell him we will meet another day when he has time for me and can focus all his energy on pleasing me and not thinking about other business.

Away with these mirrors!! - they lie and distort!  
 
I am paying for fantasy of me being this 'handsum man' being ministered to by this sexy, dark-skinned Adonis. 
 
Mirrors only pop the illusion with painful reality. LOL 
 
They age me and make my belly and my bald patch look bigger, and make my cock look smaller.
 
Away with them I say!

Sorry for the whiplash guys, but since newbie member Mark311088 was asking about Arena in his first post so I thought I'd post the next day of the Trip Report, which was after the Celebrity club visit:
 
Day 11: Playing with Fire #2: Sneaking in an Arena
 
Just some notes from last night at Celebrity Club. Our bill was 1850 baht, for the bottle of whiskey, mixers and some food. I took out 1000 baht, and 45, the older boyfriend of 21, paid the rest, including tip for our great waiter. We left around 3 AM, and 45 was telling me he was going to be tired tomorrow at work. I wished 21 and 45 well, and BurBoy and I bid them farewell. I am glad that clubs like Celebrity and Fake are there if one wants an alternative to gay entertainment from Soi Twilight or Soi 4.
 
And FYI, this was the Facebook listing for last night’s activities. It shows the names of the singers from last night, and the prices of the drinks, as well as the promotion they had if you got there early. This was translated from Thai to English by Facebook, so the text is atrocious:
 

 
Judging from the lack of English description in their Facebook Page, I am guessing Celebrity Club is still just marketed for Thais. It was a lot of fun though, and I am planning to come back this April, especially if they had Songkran-specific parties, like the foam party they had last year. And from a supposedly slow night last night, it was packed, so it remains popular, and most probably immune to the ebb and flow of high and low tourist seasons, since their main customer base is local.
 
BurBoy got us a taxi and we got home around 3 AM. BurBoy insisted that we go by the 7-11 next to the condo building. We get a variety of frozen rice dishes, some chocolate and waters for the room. BurBoy tells me more about 21 and how he met him and his upcoming monk ordination. He also told me about the dynamic between 21 and 45. Very interesting friends. I will be meeting more of his friends in the coming days. We shower before bed, of course, and then sleep away our drunkenness.
 
BurBoy wakes me up. I look at the clock and it was 10 AM. “I need go embassy na!” BurBoy tells me. I forgot about that. He goes to the bathroom and turns on the shower to heat the water. He pops his head out of the bathroom and tells me “Quick na!” I laugh and go to the bathroom to pee first and then join him in the shower. He had a mission today, and wild horses can’t keep him from getting to the embassy before 2 PM. We get dressed (both shorts and t-shirt) and off we went.
 
On the way he asks me “Breakfast now?” I ask back if he wanted to go to the embassy first and then eat later. “No, eat now. I hungry.” I guess hunger still trumped the wish to get a passport. We look around and see a nice restaurant called Little Home by the Chong Nonsi BTS station. It was #3,907 out of 9,483 Bangkok restaurants on TripAdvisor, so it middle of the pack with the reviewers. At 11 the restaurant was almost empty, on a Wednesday late morning in between the breakfast and lunch crowds. The menu looks interesting, and had extensive English language descriptions, so this must be a favorite among tourists:
 

 

 
BurBoy gets a bacon breakfast sandwich and I get the breakfast plate with pancakes and croissants. No iced coffee sadly:
 

 

 
The food was standard but satisfactory. And cheap too, I only paid 413 baht. BurBoy puts a 20 baht tip with my cash payment, and we were on our way to the embassy. On our walk I tell BurBoy that I will not be waiting on him at the embassy, and instead I will get some money changed and also a massage. He was OK with this, and we decide to part ways on Sathorn Road.
 
I didn’t manufacture this alone time, but I certainly wanted to take advantage of it. I did tell him I was getting a massage, but I wasn’t specific with BurBoy. This was my chance to check out a massage place to further along my massage experience. Arena was just up the road on Silom from where I was, and it was almost 12 noon. I check the Arena Massage Facebook page and see that their hours are 12 noon to 11 pm, so I can check out if there were boys up early.
 
I head over to the direction of Silom Rd and headed over to Silom Plaza. The first time I checked out Arena, which was in 2015, I wasn’t sure if it was actually at Silom Plaza. I knew it was on the 3rd Floor but unsure where it was once I was there. No obvious signage, no blinking neon sign, just a non-descript door to the massage place. Right now thankfully I knew where I was going. When I got to the elevators at the back, I waited a little bit, sitting on the bench that was close to the elevators, to see if BurBoy was going to Line me, as well as to kill some time so as to not be too early for opening.
 
BurBoy was not Lining so I just played with my phone. I see an Asian guy in his 30s take the elevators. I am assuming he was going to the same place. I wait for 5 more minutes (letting the guy make his pick of the boys), and then I take the elevator to the 3rd floor. I head over to the door to enter the massage place. I open the door and see about 10 guys laying around the couch, or working out in the equipment to the left, or standing around and talking. They see me and immediately present themselves to me. One of the guys goes to me and sits me down the couch.
 
He then calls on the “captain”, who goes over to me and hands me a laminated(?) sheet with their treatments and prices. I found this one their Facebook, and I would imagine what I read was something similar:
 

 
I didn’t know how much time I had before BurBoy was done with the Myanmar Embassy, so I made it simple: I chose a one-hour oil massage. The captain then calls on the boys to line up, and asks me to choose a boy. I always find this a little bit awkward to do. How do I choose the right kind of boy? Do I use the time-tested criteria of choosing the guy who smiles at me? At least half of them were. So I look at the faces. Two-thirds were what I would consider handsome. That cut it down to 6. Now I get really superficial. I look at the abs. Three boys had unbelievable abs. Ugh, so it was down to them. Now it’s time to just use my gut.
 
I see this one guy. Classic Thai good looks, nice smile, out of this world abs and muscular arms supported by a lean-muscular frame, and cute facial hair. The darker skin was what made it for me, so I pick him. Its funny that I chose someone solely based on looks, and not massage ability, though I guess this skill is harder to gauge until after you get the massage. He disappears in the back and then reappears with some oil and towels. He motions me to take the stairs to our massage room.
 
He escorts me to the room. It was fairly spartan, with few to no décor, a massage table in the center, and a shower at the other end of the room. He asks me to shower first, so I disrobe, carefully folding my clothes on the side table right next to the shower, and get in the makeshift shower. There was a heater with the shower thank goodness, and I use the liquid soap provided. The massage guy leaves for a moment while I shower, but got back before I finished showering. He hands me the towel on the side table, and I dry my body.
 
He motions for me to lie on the massage table. It wasn’t one of those massage tables with a hole to rest your face on, but this bed looked more hygienic than the one I was on in Mandalay. The lighting was perfect, just dim enough to make the ambiance sensual, but bright enough that you can see the amazing body of the guy. He immediately disrobes, and I see his huge uncut cock swinging freely. This was going to be good.
 
What follows is a great massage. It was so relaxing, and he was very good. I almost forgot that I was with a hot guy I am supposedly need to lust after. I had my eyes closed most of the time, enjoying the massage. At some point I felt a soft thing rest on the palm on my hand. I open my eyes and see that he was resting his cock on my palm. I squeeze it and he cracks a smile, but he didn’t skip a beat with massaging my back. At some point he sits on my butt, while he massages my back with pressure. I can feel his cock rest on my back. This was amazing.
 
He asks me to turn around. He massages me for a while till he focused on my cock. It was hard right away because of the attention. I grab his cock and made it hard. That was an impressive sight to see. He strokes my cock, my balls, grazes my hole, and teases my thighs and tummy. It didn’t take much, I cum like a gusher. He was really good.
 
I laugh and tell him he gave me a really good massage. He thanks me and I sit up. He motions me to shower again, this time he joins me. He gives me a soap down, and was very thorough with soaping up all the oil off, including the nooks and crannies. He soaped himself up as well. When we both rinsed off, he toweled me dry. He was a full service guy. We both put back on clothes (me with my t-shirt, undies and shorts, him with just his tight pants, as he was shirtless), and then talk for a bit.
 
He asks me the usual things, and then tells me that if I wanted him to massage me at my condo, and stay over for long time, he was available. I put my hands around his waist and pull him clothes. He was so handsome. His smile was great. I asked him how old he was, he said 30. I would’ve guessed a little older, but I didn’t care. We hug, he kisses my cheek. Then he gives me a light kiss in the lips. That was nice. I reach into my pocket and give him 1200 baht. He wais in thanks. He takes his phone and puts up Line and asks me to put in my Line ID. I do and he sends me a message.
 
I look at my phone and there was about 10 messages from BurBoy. Was he looking for me? Was he worried?
 
…

Great. A small number of you got your victory by him blurring the faces. And a lot more of us lost by the non-continuation of the story.

great , entertaining and yet instructive report, true gem of this forum produced using enormous amount of effort and time.
 
Yet perhaps you worked too hard and got tired  with entertaining us,  leading to overreaction to mildly expressed disagreement with your method of reporting and allowing yourself to abort if on quite a bitter note.
 
You should and deserve to treat yourself better as getting upset about  matters far from fundamental does nothing to your well being and only speeds up graying and wrinkling process.
 
Have  a few days rest and finish up what you started here with such  a success , otherwise your consciousness will be tainted by leaving  work not completed and readers orphaned   

With more than 35,000 views of this post, Numazu, your reports are read, valued, and enjoyed...while there was a circular firing squad, you did not get in the circle.  Write on, when you want, about what you want.  
 
As you mention, you will be back in Bangkok in April for Songkran - a time to enjoy, participate, take photos (for self and/or others) - see what time brings...hopefully some more joy in making reports.  

Numazu, where you are? Busy weekend or you just got upset over photo controversy? Don't be ,remember what Indiana Jones' father told him in the "Last Crusade" - Indiana , just let it go

Numazu , thanks a lot for letting us see BurBoy's right knee  

In my opinion, 50 or max. 100 Baht would be the right amount to get your point across, i.e. a polite way to say "fuck you". With 500 Baht, many boys will think "Wow! 500 Baht for nothing! Let's try this again tomorrow!".

Yes, good,  that is all what boy want - nice tip for phone play.  I think boy is cheerful up to now 

Alex, I assume you are speaking of a tip for off-site sexual services? My usual tip either there or elsewhere is 1000. Baht.
 
Having one sit and chat with me cost me one drink and min of 100 Baht tip. If there is chemistry between us the tip would be 200 or even 300 depending on various factors.

keep in mind , beauty is in the eye of beholder .
 
In beginning of Dec I made  a tour  of Sunee Plaza and liked what i saw at Good Boys / no surprise here / but did not like offers at both Power Boys and Nice Boys.
 
By sheer coincidence  somebody posted on one of forums report of the same tour made at the same time , give or take a day,  and his impressions were exactly opposite.,
 
So we looked at the same scene but did not see the same picture

Day 6.0: Up in the Air
 
After my September trip I knew that I was going to go to Myanmar, but I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do there. I had a vague idea what was there. It couldn’t be that different from Thailand right? Temples, good food, and great people. Can’t be too worried about details in September. But by mid-November when I actually had the time to sit down and plan my trip, I had to hash out the specifics. I did my research, trolled for information online, both on GT (including z909’s great thread) with my own crowdsourcing thread, and general advice online, and found a few things I was interested in.
 
By mid-November, I put in “Bagan” in Google and found the usual TripAdvisor and Lonely Planet entries about the area. But shifting to the Image search yielded very intriguing photos of hot-air balloons floating on top of ancient temples. That looked fucking cool. I dig deeper and find out there were three hot air balloon companies that fly the Bagan temple hot air balloons. I try to book reservations for the dates I thought I was going to be in the area.
 
I try “Balloons Over Bagan” first and they have a booking system in their website. They are all booked up solid in the holiday dates in December and January. I then try “Golden Eagle Ballooning” and they were booked up solid too. I go to “Oriental Ballooning” last and see that they do not have an online booking service. Was I just shit out of luck? I try the proactive approach. I Facebook Message all three, asking if they had spots available for the date range I thought I was going to be there. I even put in dates that coincided with the White Party. While parties are nice, hot air balloon rides are just hands-down way cooler.
 
The companies reply to my message right away. Points to them for being professional and on point. Balloons and Golden Eagle were all booked up through second week of January. Oriental Ballooning, however, had two spots available in their premium balloon for December 29. I pounce on it, tell them that I will take both spots. They email me a link to pay for it online. I put in my Visa and it went through without a hitch. I got a confirmation email 24 hours later, confirming my spot. With this confirmed, I build my vacation around it, plan Yangon, Mandalay and Bagan. Its nice to have an anchor event to base your vacation on.
 
It wasn’t cheap. It cost me $380 a person for the tickets. But again, with my motto: life is too short, I didn’t even think twice about it. This is one of those “bucket list” events that you just cant pass up when it is presented to you. Economics worked out on my end, and when it was time to pay my credit card bill last month, I didn’t even think about it.  I am blessed to be able to do these sorts of things and not worry about the future. Having a BF that pays half the bills, mortgage etc surely helps a lot.
 
So here we are, alarm wakes us up at the butt crack of (before) dawn, at 4:30 AM. BurBoy springs into action, gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom to pee. I boil some water and make coffee that was free with the room. I hear the shower turn on and I knew I needed to join in the showering. It was a quick soap down, all business, but BurBoy was excited and was a chatterbox. It was as exciting for him to do the balloon ride as it was for me. This was gonna be fun.
 
While toweling dry and in between sips of coffee, BurBoy surprises me with something. He takes two white t-shirts, neatly folded in a plastic bag, and presents both to me. Both medium sizes, and had the word “Mandalay” in them, and one had a photo of Mandalay Palace, the other of U Bein bridge. He probably bought them during his stay in Mandalay. He points to the shirts and says “For you. Take one please.” I thank him and pick the palace one. He wears the other. He planned us to be wearing matching shirts on our tour today. How sweet. And its great that we wear the same size shirts.
 
We get to the front of the hotel lobby at exactly 5:20 AM. I called Oriental Ballooning yesterday to confirm our pick up today. They asked me for my hotel and room number and kept my cellphone number in case they needed to call me. There were three other guests waiting with us at this hour. After 10 minutes an empty van drives in the compound. The person in the passenger seat gets off and calls two names, mine and BurBoy’s. We head over the van and confirm it was us. We get in and sit on the front row. The others who were waiting asked the Oriental Ballooning guy something. I guess they were waiting on other ballooning vans.
 
We drive through the dark roads of Bagan and we pick up a party of four at the Bagan River View Hotel. And then we all are driven for about 15 minutes as we make our way to the balloon launch site. We get there and there was a small breakfast spread waiting for us. We get seated with another couple and we get asked what kind of drinks we wanted. We both wanted coffee. We get our coffee and our breads and pastries as well:
 

 
While we wait, the baskets get prepped, which was cool to watch:
 

 
After 15 minutes, and making small talk with the nice European couple in our table (with BurBoy able to talk as well), we get our safety orientation. The pilots for every balloon flying with Oriental was there. They rattled of names of the riders assigned to them, and then after that they go through the standard safety information while riding. Pretty straightforward, and they walked through the whole process from blowing up the balloons, to where to sit, how to brace yourself when taking off, what to look for while in mid-air, and then how to brace for landing:
 

 
After the safety orientation, we were advised to go to the toilets for some last minute relief, while the balloons are prepped. After taking photos, BurBoy and I head over to the port-a-potties but saw there was a line. BurBoy disappears into the bushes and pees there. After he was done, he points to the bushes and says “Pee pee here OK.” I do what I am told. We get back to the launch site and see that we were well on our way:
 

 

 

 
There were 12 total people on our basket, plus the pilot. It was a smaller basket, and everyone had a “window” seat. The other companies had cheaper options for a balloon with a bigger basket, with 20 or more riders, but not every spot was a window seat. I take this one last photo, which was a cool shot of all three companies ready to take off. Balloons over Bagan have the maroon ballons, and Golden Eagle had the yellow ones. We were in the green ones:
 

 
We of course get a shit ton of photos taken. We haven’t even taken off yet. We get one last one together when we were  just off the ground. And then we were off. It was exhilarating slowly float up like that. We take our first photos just off the ground:
 

 
And we catch our first glimpses of what we came for to see, the temples:
 

 
As we get to 1000 ft, we catch up with the sun, rising on the far horizon:
 

 
We see more temples, and the mighty Irrawady River:
 

 
There was not bad place to be in this smaller basket balloon. We were spinning slowly as we were in the air, so you eventually get to see what everyone sees in the basket. And while the temples were the main attraction, it is really the combination of the temples, the vegetation and rivers of Bagan, and the 19 balloons that were up and running that morning, that completes the experience:
 

 
 

 
Our pilot, Richard, was very knowledgeable and entertaining. He knew a lot about the history of the place, the names of the temples, and trivia about hot-air balloons. Our party was very inquisitive, and Richard was game to answer all questions. He said he was English, and does this almost year-round. He spends 6 months here in Myanmar, flying balloons, over the first and last months of the year, and spends the other half in Africa, also flying balloons. That was the life.
 
After 45 minutes of floating, we start our descent. We fly over a small town, mostly supporting the agricultural industry:
 

 
We get our warnings of bracing ourselves to land, and landed without incident. As we wait to disembark, the “umbrella” of the balloon up above was lifted up, to let the hot air out the balloon:
 

 
We get directed to the champagne tables, where will we toast to the successful flight and to get our certificates. We sit down on the stools as the other riders gather around. When everyone was there, there was champagne and some fruit to share with everyone. The pilots gather and toast to our success:
 

 

 
Richard distributes our certificates, each one bearing our name. It was a nice souvenir to keep for a very memorable day.
 
I took a lot of photos but only managed these two for my boy series. Boywatching #4:
 

 

 
It was truly a remarkable couple of hours for us. BurBoy was excited and happy and smiling the whole time. I got a ton of photos to share back home. And of course, it was a unique way to see the temples in one go without having to visit them one-by-one. I’d say it was worth the money to do this. And it was a good introduction to the actual temple visits later today.
 
Temples, and boys, and more temples, next.

Day 5.7: Modern Comforts in an Ancient City
 
Bagan, our home for two nights, welcomed us like Siem Reap did me just 3 months before. With Siem Reap, after driving almost the whole length of the country, passing by non-descript rural towns and vegetation, the ancient city creeps up on us, not announcing its arrival, and the buildings and structures are scattered along the main road. At least Siem Reap had some developed nightlife that can fill the hours you are not temple hopping. Bagan is more subdued, quiet, and wholesome, and more conducive to focusing on the ancient delights than modern forms of entertainment.
 
As we get into more modern parts of Nyaung U, one of the three towns that support the Bagan temple tourist zone, we hunt for a Money Changer. The taxi ride was 90,000 kyat ($66), and I only had about 40,000 kyat left from my last money exchange in Yangon Airport. I had BurBoy call the hotel to see if they can change money. When BurBoy hangs up he said they couldn’t. It is after the fact that I discover that hotels are not allowed to change money anymore. Since it was after 5 PM when we get to town, the moneychangers have closed for the day.
 
So it was up to ATMs at this point. We try one that we spot at the side of the road, but my Charles Schwab ATM, and my Bank of America ATM, didn’t work. Driving from Nyaung U, to the next town, Old Bagan, where our hotel was, to New Bagan, the third town in the Bagan temple zone, we see a KBZ Bank ATM. I remember that BurBoy and I bought an Air KBZ flight from Bagan to Yangon, so KBZ was a known entity. I try it and it worked. I was able to get a few hundred thousand kyats that I thought would see me through the next few days. I had the taxi to pay for, some pocket money for tips and souvenirs, and some kyats to pay Kaung, our Siam Roads guide, for the next two to three days.
 
With cash in hand, our car makes it way back to Old Bagan. I count 90,000 kyats from my giant wad of bills, and then I ask BurBoy if I should add more money for a tip. BurBoy shook his head. The boy knows best of course. As we drive past the various properties in New Bagan to Old Bagan, I notice that there weren’t any conventional high-rise hotels in the area. Most of the hotels are bungalow-type duplexes or compounds that gave it a more community feel than more impersonal high-rises and uniform-looking rooms.
 
The driver heads over to one of these hotel compounds and goes into the driveway, but it was the wrong hotel. BurBoy speaks to them in Burmese and they pull out of the driveway from this hotel to find our correct one. We head into another driveway and there it was, the Bagan Thande Hotel. It was one of the top 10 hotels in the Bagan area, on TripAdvisor. The cute son gets out of the car and takes our luggage out of the back compartment, and went straight to the hotel registration lobby to set the bags there. BurBoy gives the driver dad the money and off they went to go back to Mandalay. BurBoy then tells me they told him that the son tagged along so the dad won’t fall asleep when driving back at night.
 
When I was researching on which hotel to stay at around the Bagan area, I had a few criteria. I wanted a) a hotel in Old Bagan by the Irrawady River, so that we will be close/walkable to some of the temples, b) a good breakfast buffet so we don’t have to look for options in town in the morning, and c) their restaurant is known to serve alcohol. Culture, food and booze are the three things that were important to BurBoy and I, at least in Myanmar.
 
With the reviews mostly favorable, I booked two nights in Agoda at $110 a night. Check-in was pretty efficient; with the receptionists speaking excellent English and BurBoy did not have to rescue me language-wise. I gave them my passport; BurBoy gave them his Myanmar ID. The reservation was not prepaid so I had a choice of paying cash (in kyats) or credit card. They accepted my Visa no problem. We were given a key with a gigantic wooden block as a keychain. We were shown then in a handy map set on the reception platform where our room was in the compound. It was one of the Superior Bungalows.
 
Some stock photos of one of the bungalows:
 

 
The interior of one of the bungalows, with a queen bed:
 

 
We get to our room and of course we were given a room with two single beds. Two males sharing a room meant separate beds, I guess. We quickly solved the problem and joined the two beds into one giant bed:
 

 
BurBoy was in great spirits, flitting around the room and singing a pop tune. He takes me by the hand and tries to dance with me around the room, and then some horseplay after, of course. One thing about “dating” a boy with an inner fire that burns bright and hot, and a very cheery and positive disposition outside, is that it is difficult not to get swept up in his whirling dervish of energy. It is infectious, and attractive, and just downright adorable.
 
BurBoy announces that we will shower. There was no question we were doing it together. He likes to shower with a friend. I pretend to not want to and he pleads by pulling me to the bathroom. He then tries to take off my clothes and successfully disrobes me on my way to the bathroom. He is a strong boy. Just the way I like it. The bathroom was one of those shower/toilet/sink combos that while large and spacious, was not quite as modern as one would want. The whole bathroom was tiled and had drains on the floor. We shower together, no sex, just the desire to be fresh and clean from the long drive, and to get ready for dinner.
 
Since the hotel was a little bit out of the way from the restaurants around the towns, one may need a taxi (or horse drawn carriage, which were in abundance) to get dinner. Fortunately, our dinner choice was made for us tonight. We were given a dinner voucher for two that included a soup and salad, a meal with rice, and a small desert.
 
We put on clothes (matching t-shirts and shorts) and head out to get dinner. We walk through the compound and there were still Christmas lights in the grounds (it was still December 28 tonight):
 

 
The free dinner was at the Acacia Shade Restaurant, which was and outdoor restaurant with (of course) a large acacia tree in the middle for shade, and with tables around it:
 

 
The restaurant was by the Irrawaddy River, but at night we can barely see it. We get sat down by one of the staff and the restaurant was almost full:
 

 
BurBoy immediately orders our default alcohol of choice for Myanmar (we cannot get enough of this really):
 

 
I show our waiter our free dinner voucher so we get the special menu with some choices for the free dinner. So we get a vegetable option (we chose a stir-fry one and a morning glory with beef one), a curry option (we choose one chicken and one pork), a soup (we both get a legume one), and some default pudding dessert. Our main dishes:
 

 

 
We devour our meal. It tasted really good and it was a good idea for us to get different things because of course we shared everything family style. BurBoy feeds me, careful to have me sample everything that was on offer. We gulp down our beer as well, and enjoy this lovely night. It was the perfect temperature (75 Fahrenheit or 24 Celsius) and with the arid desert climate of this part of Myanmar, we enjoyed the *relative* lower humidity tonight.
 
The entertainment at the restaurant added to the already outstanding night. There was a girl singing traditional Burmese songs. BurBoy translates for me in between bites:
 

 
And the famous Burmese marionette puppetry, or Yoke thé, was also performed. It is pretty intricate, using 18 or 19 wires to control movement of the puppet, and only performed by one puppeteer. A photo of the male puppet, and then the female puppet, performing songs and dancing:
 

 

 
It was pretty impressive to see this. I guess this is a big thing here because Miss Myanmar won the National Costume Competition at the recently concluded Miss Universe pageant, by wearing a Yoke thé marionette puppet costume, complete with strings and stage as well. She says the whole thing weighed 40 kg:
 

 
YouTube video of Miss Myanmar wearing the costume, in motion:
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv8Lkgomg9I
 
I’ve been impressed with the arts and crafts on display here in Myanmar, and my admiration continues with the puppetry as well.
 
We finish our main course and asked for the bill to pay for the beer. The waiters rush to give us our desserts. We forgot that we had the last course, but it was too small to be memorable:
 

 
We get the bill and we pay up for the beers. As great as the night was, we have to retire early tonight. We have to be up at 4:30 AM tomorrow to make our 5:20 AM pick-up time for our first adventure tomorrow. Hint: we get up to 1000 feet in the air, all with just hot air.
 
Sky’s the limit, next.

Day 5.0: The Art of the Airport Goodbye
 
After two wild nights in Bangkok, it was time for me to go back to Myanmar. This is a roundabout way to do a holiday, my going back and forth between Thailand and Myanmar. Some of the more efficient travelers among you might ask me: can’t I just stay the whole time in Myanmar, going from Yangon, to Bagan, and to Mandalay, and then go through my Gentleman’s Intermssion? It would definitely save me some time, money, and hassle going to and from airports!
 
If I did it the smart way, I would only have 3 flights (to Yangon, Bagan, and Bangkok) instead of four (to Yangon, Bangkok, Mandalay, and back to Bangkok), and save one cab ride to Bangkok. But then I will have BurBoy with me. I simply cannot have a proper Gentleman’s intermission with BurBoy in the same city with me. He would insist on tagging along to the bars. He would get jealous at the boys. It wouldn’t be as fun. I would be more free if I was alone anyway. So this actually worked out, even if the next flight was one that could’ve skipped if I chose the smart route.
 
I told ShanBoy the night before that I had a flight today, so as the alarm wakes us up very early, he knew what it was for. It was only 5 and half hours of sleep for me, but I never really get much sleep when catching a flight the next day. We both wake up and cuddle for a little bit, and then I tell ShanBoy I was super hungry. All that activity last night just drained me, so I needed to eat. I didn’t want to spend too much time on breakfast, since I was paranoid to be late for my flight. And there was only one place I go for a quick meal.
 
The stuff of nightmares:
 

 
McDonald’s, while unapologetically consumeristic, devoid of character, and with uninspiring food choices, is admittedly the reliable choice if you find yourself anywhere in the world. Whether I am in bumfuck Nevada, one-horse-town Texas, an industrial park in small town England, or stuck in a long layover in Haneda Airport, the Big Mac and French fries combo is the same anywhere you go. And sometimes it is nice to sample the specialty dishes that are unique to the country you go to. Fried chicken and rice? You’re in Manila. Fish and chips? You’re in London. Loving that Shrimp Burger? You’re in Tokyo.
 
There are two McDonalds of equal walking distance from the condo. I choose the McDonalds on Silom a block from Soi 3. The morning air was cool, and the sidewalks were just coming alive with people walking to work:
 

 
Before walking in McDonalds I ask ShanBoy if my choice is good for him. He gives me two thumbs up. We walk in and choose from the menu at the top of the cashier. I get the Big Breakfast with (of course) iced coffee. ShanBoy order and Chicken and Cheese burger sandwich. Our total was a cheap 223 baht ($6.50):
 

 
My soulless but tasty big breakfast. The hash browns here were noticeably fluffier that back home. But no cheese? Sad face:
 

 
The McDonalds was playing some Swing Music as we try to talk. I tell ShanBoy the same thing I told MuscleBoy the night before. With the help of google translate, I tell him I am going to the White Party, and may need his company in a few days. He is OK with this of course. I do feel that MuscleBoy may be better company to that party. His English was way better, the outer aesthetics more attractive to me and the hundreds of other gay asian boys in the premises, and holding on to all that muscle would be a plus. Still, ShanBoy has his own charms, and I would probably have a sweeter time with him, and maybe even have a more fun time. So who do I pick for the party? Same age. Same line of work. Muscle vs. Twink. Fair vs Brown. Thai vs. Myanmar. We shall see.
 
As we head back to the condo, I take a few photos of the tributes to the recently deceased, and very revered former King. They were everywhere, and it was evident that the people continue to love him:
 

 

 

 
Before heading to Thailand, I was a little bit concerned about the entertainment being toned down, as part of the mourning period. Two months after his death, everything seemed back to normal. The gogo boys, the gogo shows, the alcohol, the loud music, were more or less still there. We turn the corner at Soi 3 and see a line to one of the food vendors in the street:
 

 
There was a lot of black in that photo. Obviously there were still a lot of mourners paying their respects. It did not affect my two nights here at the least. I expect to have a normal White Party in a few days.
 
We get back to the condo unit and I tell him that I will take a quick shower to be fresh for the flight. He tells me he will join me in the shower, of course. We do our soap downs. He offers to soap up my back. He does a good job. I start soaping up his body. It feels nice to the touch. Pretty soon my hands are all over his body, feeling every inch of him. I stroke his cock and see it grow. I soap up his butt and put a test finger slowly in. He shrieks and I take it out. We both laugh. Bangkok never really quits.
 
We towel dry and continue on the bed. We make out for a bit, and then I lay him on the bed, put his legs up in the air, and dry hump him. I continue to make out with him. And then I lay right next to him, and we chuck-wow while kissing. We both cum. Another short soap down follows.
 
I hurriedly pack, though there wasn’t a lot to pack anyway. I Line the condo unit owner and tell him I was leaving and will be leaving the key cards in the mailbox like previously agreed on. It was 9:15 AM and it was time to get a cab. ShanBoy surprises me and says that he will go with me to the airport. I ask him if he he was sure. It was a long way back to Bangkok. He says “I OK” and then winked and smiled at me. So charming.
 
He takes the lead and looks for a cab. He tells me that we should head over to Silom Rd to be able to catch a taxi, instead of looking for a cab in the less busy Soi 3. We get to the corner and he hails one. He tells the driver our destination. The driver agrees and he helps us with putting my luggage in the trunk. We pile in the back and we drive off. Pretty efficient, no haggling of fares, and the driver uses the meter no problem.
 
Since it was awkward to use google translate in a cab, most of our journey to the airport was silent. He does take my hand and puts it in his lap. He squeezes it once in a while. The first toll booth comes and the driver tells us something in Thai. ShanBoy tells me “50 baht.” No sweat. We get to the second toll booth and he says “25 baht.” Pretty soon we roll into Suvarnabhumi. I look for the Bangkok Airways sign and we get off. The whole fare was 320 baht. I give the driver 340 baht and we get off on the curb.
 
ShanBoy takes my big luggage from the trunk and pulls it with him. We head over to the Bangkok Airways counter and I check-in for my flight. I don’t check-in any luggage. My flight to Mandalay was at 12 PM so I had about 2 hours to spare. I decide to accompany him to the basement level so that he can go back to Bangkok via the Airport Rail Link.
 
This is sounding like the very first post of this thread: “Day 16: Boy Loses Boy.” I do lose a boy today too, but it wasn’t as sad as Day 16 was. This was only Day 5, and I was in the middle of my holiday. Mandalay still lay ahead of me, filled with promise, and BurBoy, waiting for me. I feel a little bit bad for leaving ShanBoy, but I had another boy waiting for me at the end of this plane ride, so it was bittersweet.
 
We get to the basement level and we sit down for a moment. I take out my phone and tell him about my plans for the next few days. I will be going to Mandalay, and then to Bagan, to visit some temples. I tell him I will be riding in one of those Balloon rides over Bagan, showing him some photos. He was pretty impressed by the balloons and the temple views. I tell him a little bit more about the rest of the trip, and the cities I planned on visiting. This inspired him to show me photos on his phone. Some of his hometown, some of his house and his parents, and some of the temples and buddhas that were close to his house.
 
This was a great primer for the second part of my Myanmar trip. Its crazy to think that I found ShanBoy in Bangkok, making my two-night stay more like being in Myanmar than Thailand. It’s like I never left that place, plane ride notwithstanding. And ShanBoy was very sweet. Sweet in bed, sweet for going all the way here at the airport, and sweet for sharing with me his Myanmar life, if not in so many words, at least in his actions. In any other Bangkok holiday, I would be offing him multiple nights. If there was not a BurBoy, ShanBoy would have been my companion in Myanmar.
 
I look at my watch and it was 10:45 AM. It was time for me to go through immigration and wait at my gate. I take out my wallet and count some money. I give ShanBoy 3000 baht for my long time with him, including his wait time in X-Size. I then peel off 200 baht from my wallet and tell him “for train.” He smiles and accepts gratefully. He hugs me and then kisses me on the lips. Are Myanmar boys not afraid to show affection in public, at least in Thailand? This one really knew the art of the airport goodbye.
 
I watched him use some coins to get his token. He then uses the token to get through the turnstile. He waves goodbye to me before disappearing at the turn. There were no tears in this goodbye. My heart was not filled with sorrow, at least this time. Instead it was full of hope and excitement for the coming flight ahead. I will be back again with BurBoy. The thought of this made me really happy for some reason. I will know that reason soon.
 
Next up, BurBoy, and Mandalay…

I had that a few times last year, boy telling during chat or just after arriving that he has only little time. If that happens, I tell I will meet another time (when I want to see him and he is not pressed for time) and say goodbye.

Fuck is one thing , I do not want be first in the mornig who slip there   

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

 
and it feels even better. The intimate time, without having sex, was pretty nice actually. ShanBoy was the perfect boy to play because he was very sweet about it. And it was all because the sheets weren’t dry enough to use yet. It all works out in the end.
 
The washer/dryer buzzes telling us the sheets are dry. I point to the washer and ShanBoy gets off me and we both take the sheets out of the dryer. We both put the sheets on the bed and the pillows. Its nice to see ShanBoy put on the sheets in his underwear. Even doing household chores he looked sexy.
 
There was only one thing to do before sexy time. I was waiting to see if he was going to invite me to shower with him. He takes my hand signaling that yes he wants to shower together. He doesn’t give me the soap down that I usually get with BurBoy, but I got to at least spend some quality time with him in there.
 
We get to bed and I get sleepy fast. The past three days have finally caught up to me. I hold him close and say something along the lines of being too tired for sex. He may not have understood me, because he takes his hand and puts it on my cock, giving it a gentle tug. He kisses me, and I surrender to the sensation. With this boy in my bed it was not possible to say no. No fucking, just the other things. It was enough for tonight. It was more than enough for tonight. This is just what I needed.
 
We clean up and sleep to end the day. I dream about Myanmar.