JKane

Part 1
Hello gentlemen. I just returned from a weeklong trip to Bangkok. It was my first “leisure” trip there, after going to Thailand for work… I decided to finally go for fun on my own. I actually spent a lot of time researching what I wanted to do, and how to go about it. Thank you to the members of this forum especially @GoldMember, @jimmie50, @jamiebee, @RavenFlock and all of the rest of you. All of the advice and suggestions were perfect.
This is my first trip report on this forum, so I am going to try to do my best to share the type of information that I think may be helpful for others, just like so many of the trip reports that I read before my trip. I hope you are good with the report.
I am a bit of a fancy luxury lover… so I splurged on this trip. Coming from the US West Coast, I booked a trip on Qatar Airways business class in January for my trip in March of 2026. Well we all know how that went. (Thanks a lot 47!) On February 28 (the first day of the war), I contacted my travel agent Amex Travel, and they told me “yeah, no—we don’t yet have any waivers for refunds without a fee for March 22, so sorry”. So, I fired up ChatGPT with my dilemma, and sure enough, ChatGPT monitored the waivers for me… and notified me when I could cancel my Qatar Airways flights for a full refund. In the meantime, I proactively purchased a roundtrip business class ticket on Cathay Pacific through Hong Kong (it was about the same price as the Qatar flights). In the end… I am happy I flew on Cathay. It was extremely pleasant. Hong Kong Airport is a dream to connect—the lounges there are lovely. Arrival in Bangkok was a breeze. Why? Because, I heard all about long immigration lines at BKK—I booked a guided transit host for US$60. This was fantastic. Someone met me at the gate with my name, put me on a golf cart, drove me through the miles of BKK airport, and then passed me off to a guide who walked me through immigration (there was no line—I was the only one there at the fast track VIP immigration booth). Then the guide waited with me at baggage claim and picked up my bags and walked me over to the Grab pickup zone. The whole process from the plane to the curb took less than 25 minutes!! Not kidding, and well worth the $60.00. I arrived at about 11:00AM on a Tuesday. Got in the Grab, and in 45 minutes I was at my hotel, the fancy Park Hyatt Bangkok in Central Embassy, Lumpini. I got upgraded to a fantastic 2 room suite, and it was super fancy. Even though I arrived earlier than checkin time, they prepared my room and had me wait about 30 minutes in the lounge with a nice welcome drink and my room was ready.
I have an Indonesian sugar baby “SB” (a fantastic muscle 35 year old, muscle boy, whom I see a few times a year), who I invited to join me from Jakarta later that week. But the first two days I was on my own.
From all of my research, and from suggestions from you folks especially @GoldMember (who seems to like my  taste in male muscle!), I booked the following directly from his suggestions:
1.      S’Sense Massage: Singha
2.      History of Massage: Sunji
3.      The Residences Saladeang: Kigi
4.      Klover: Trol
5.      TCS Charoenkrung: Ruj
The first night, I visited S’sense. I took a Grab the short 15 minutes from my hotel, and was in Sathon. I had booked Singha about 3 weeks in advance because he was so in-demand. And, Goldmember recommended advance booking. It was easy to book on Line… and no deposit was required. I confirmed the day before. When I arrived, the shop had a lot of people in the lobby. About a dozen therapists in the Sense uniform, along with a few customers waiting for their session. Most of the customers were Chinese tourists (in their 30s and 40s). I was asked to be seated on the couch and a cute young therapist sat down with me to help me select the massage oil scent I wanted, and to fill out the short massage form. I paid the massage fee of 1450 THB for a two hour hot oil massage in cash. My shoes were removed and slippers provided.  I was then escorted to a second story room to wait on a recliner chair in a calm waiting area with another customer, until Singha, my therapist arrived to greet me.
Singha then escorted me up a few flights of stairs to our private massage room. The room had a small shower stall, but no toilet. The room was basic but generally clean. Singha then discussed with me how the massage would work, what pressure would I like, etc. I took a shower, and then laid on the table naked. No sheet or cover was provided. There was a face hole and pillow.
Singha is one of the most popular therapists for a reason. First of all, he is fantastically beautiful. He is just my type: super muscular physique (bodybuilder quality), pretty smooth, only one tattoo, a fantastic smile, and speaks excellent English/is very chatty. He is also an excellent massage therapist for the actual massage. His touch is pretty damn strong, and he really worked me out massage-wise. Very early in the massage, Singha asked me if I wanted the whole Body to Body experience. He quoted me the rate of 900 THB, and I happily agreed. Singha got naked about 30-40 minutes into my 2 hour massage, and gave me the B2B experience… which was amazing. He got up on top of the table and used his whole body on top of mine to massage and rub me every which way. He was completely hard, and he used his cock to fuck my crack, my legs, etc. He flipped me over and gave me oral. At my request, he also let me worship his muscled physique—he was a master at flexing. He erotically, used his flexed biceps to massage my hard cock, and also sat on top of me flexing while fucking my oiled thighs. I was not interested in full anal, and it was not brought up… but if I would have brought it up, I know Singha would have been open to negotiating a higher tip. We both came at almost the same time and Singha cleaned me up. He then continued the massage for another 30-40 minutes, including a great head and shoulders massage. I then took a shower, while Singha excused himself to take a shower as well. I thanked him and provided him with a 1000 THB tip which he was happy about. He asked for my Line to stay in touch, and I shared it with him.
After the massage, he hugged and kissed me, and then he walked me to the lobby where he served me tea and provided me with a cookie. While I was enjoying my tea, several Spanish speaking women were escorted from the massage areas to the lobby to receive their tea and cookies… so it seems that this place is popular with not only men, but women too. I was asked by Singha if I would use my phone to grab a QR code and provide a Google review, which I was happy to do, since I was deeply appreciative of this first visit to a BKK gay massage place and Singha. I would definitely rate this one a 10/10.
I headed back to the fancy Central Embassy mall where my hotel is located, and enjoyed an Thai dinner at the mall’s food court, which was delicious.
Ill post more about the rest of my visit in other posts.

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Night 1.5: Late Night Cocks
“If I knew you were going to be here, I wouldn’t have made plans tonight,” Pedro said as we finished our drinks.
“Why is that? Are you going somewhere after this?”
He hesitated, then told the truth. “A client has booked me for the night, but I can cancel.”
I didn’t really ask him to stay with me—tempting as it was, since I was alone. But then again, my objective was to check out the trade in Thermas, not rekindle an old flame who had clearly moved on and built a busy life here.
He asked if it was my first time there, and I said yes. So he started telling me about the different parts of the sauna. He pointed to the nearby hot tub and pool and said we should try them. I said it was probably not a good idea. He laughed and said that was for the best, because he didn’t know how many of his “future children” had died in that hot tub. Knowing his sense of humor, I immediately understood—he had no idea how many times he had come in that bathtub. 

We went upstairs through a labyrinth of corridors, showers, and cabins where the action happens. He told me about some memorable experiences he’d had there. He chose one cabin that had ample room and said it was his favorite. In the beginning of his Europe career, he said, after his client left him to his own devices, he did not have a place to stay, so he had basically slept in the sauna, with some understanding with the staff, while starting his rent boy career in Europe. He has a place to stay nowadays, he added, though he kept the details vague. I suspected he might be staying with someone—maybe a client—in Barcelona. I didn’t pry; it didn’t matter to me.
 
He plopped himself onto the “bed” in the cabin, which was just a cushion with plastic/rubber lining for easy cleaning. He took off his towel, and his huge dick swung freely with his movements.
“Hey, can you squeeze my dick like you did before—the way I like it?”
I remembered it well. It was a maneuver I had used many times: to make him hard, to calm him down, or to immobilize him when he got manic, as he sometimes did.
I did what he asked, sitting in front of him and giving him a squeeze—softly at first, then as hard as I could, the way he liked it. He leaned forward and started kissing me. Familiar feelings came back. Yes, this was why I had been with him for almost a year.
After a few minutes, he pulled back. He reached into the small bag he was carrying and took out a joint.
“You smoke weed now?” I asked, surprised.
“I told you I’ve changed. I’m calmer, less angry—maybe more flexible.”
He said his first few weeks in the sauna had surprised him. It wasn’t like the saunas in Brazil. Here, people smoked in the cabins—weed, and other drugs too—and drug use was very rampant. He’d picked up the weed habit, but not the harder drugs.
“That’s probably for the best.”
He did seem like a changed man—for the better—which made it harder not to ask him to stay. But I tried to stay true to my objective: to try as much new dick as possible.
After some back and forth, he decided to leave for his client appointment. He said he was going to earn 300 euros to stay until 6 AM, but would rather cancel and stay with me. I suspected he was hoping I’d offer to cover the 300 so he could just hang out, but I didn’t take the bait. I told him that if he was available tomorrow, we could try to meet.
We exchanged numbers, and once he finished his joint, we left the cabin and went upstairs toward the lockers. On the way up, he kept saying he might just cancel and come back to my hotel, but I stayed firm and said no.
He went into the rent boy locker room and kept talking to me while getting dressed. When he was ready, he gave me a big hug, a deep kiss, and then left.
  
As I refocus, I see my previous man-guide sitting on the center benches there. “Habla mucho,” he said, pointing toward the door.
I laughed and agreed—Pedro was a chatterbox—and admitted I was actually glad he was gone. I told man-guide to come back down to the bar with me for another drink. He followed me, got a Red Bull, and I ordered another Jack and Coke. We started getting better acquainted.
I hadn’t gotten a good look at him earlier, but now I saw that he could very well be my first experience in the sauna. He was tall, with pale skin, somewhat Turkish-looking features, and close-cropped hair. He was handsome and carried himself in a very straight-presenting way. I learned he was from Albania. 
Without much prompting, he showed me his dick. It was soft, but clearly very thick. He said it would get even bigger in the cabin.
The one catch: he didn’t kiss. That’s usually a dealbreaker for me. But he had an easygoing manner, and his body—barrel-chested, not overly gym-built, with a light dusting of chest hair—was very appealing to me. I hesitated a bit, telling him how much I loved kissing and how hard it would be for me to get into it without that.
He said he understood, but promised a great time regardless—and that I wouldn’t have to pay if I wasn’t satisfied.
As part of his seduction, he pulled me closer and started massaging my shoulders, teasing my nipples—and that did the trick. I gave in and said, “Let’s go.” 
He grabbed condoms and lube from the bar and led me upstairs, choosing a free cabin.
Not going into detail, but he was a man of his word. He asked me to suck him, and his cock grew to its full size—thick, long, and heavy. I told him I’d never be able to take it, but he said to leave it to him. And I did—and he handled it like a professional, making it surprisingly comfortable.
He even gave me small pecks on the lips now and then, a concession knowing how much I liked kissing. Afterward he grabbed paper towels from the dispenser and cleaned me up.
I wasn’t sure how long the sex took us, but it felt like less than 30 minutes, though the buildup at the bar had felt longer. He led me to the showers, and we rinsed off together while chatting about my weekend plans.
 
 We dried ourselves and went back up to reception. He stepped into the bathroom in the middle of the floor to wait for payment, and I went to my locker to grab a 50-euro note. When I handed it to him, he hugged me and thanked me warmly.
I went back down to the bar for some water, trying to rehydrate after a pretty good experience. As I caught my breath, I reflected on what had just happened. Fifty euros felt a bit cheap for what I’d just gotten. I assumed they worked on volume, seeing multiple clients, before leaving. Still, it felt like I’d gotten away with something. I didn’t mind paying more—but not excessively—and I had expected that kind of experience in Europe to cost more than 50 euros.
As I cooled off with a glass of ice water, a tall, athletic, bearded man sat down next to me. It was 1:30 AM.
Was I up for more shenanigans tonight?

Ok, here goes.  I'm long-winded, so prepare yourselves!
TRIP REPORT - Rio de Janeiro 
DAY 1
GETTING THERE:
My trip to Rio started at 6 p.m. on a Friday night in Tampa from where I traveled by COPA Airlines, with a short stopover in Panama City to connect onward to Rio, arriving at 8 a.m. Saturday.  The flights were good and the 737-800 aircraft Economy section was nicer than I had anticipated.  Because in addition to the one bag I had checked I had just one small carry-on placed in the overhead; this left me ample room for my feet to stretch under the seat in front (I am 6’1” tall) in the aisle seat.  The plane was not full and the pregnant woman sitting next to me in the center seat moved to the window seat; win-win for us both.  I have to say the business-class section (no first-class) was inviting.  I am one of those travelers who still wears a mask on a full planeload.  Maybe a simple mask (not an N95) protects me somewhat, maybe not, but I had a sense of satisfaction that amongst a plane with many people coughing I had taken a precaution (and I was not the only passenger to be masked).  Soft drinks, cookies, and a small bag of tortilla chips were served mid-flight.
The airplane landed 15 minutes early in Panama City and because there were no ground / gate crew to meet us we sat for the 15-minutes waiting for the jetway to be extended for deboarding.  We landed at Terminal 2 at Tocumen International Airport which appears to be relatively new and resembles a shopping center with nice stores.  No Immigration or Customs procedures for connecting passengers.  I walked the long distance to pedestrian-congested Terminal 1 where I would depart from for the flight to Rio. In comparison to Terminal 2, Terminal 1 looks and feels ready for the wrecking ball.  The on-time departure connecting flight was also a 737-800 and was completely full; not all of the stand-bys were able to get onboard.  We were served a hot meal about an hour into the journey.  It is difficult for me to fall asleep on most long-distance flights and this time was no different.  The large-framed man in the middle seat next to me could not help but extend beyond his seat width and we bumped into one another throughout the flight. 
DAY 1 IN RIO:
The flight from Panama City arrived on-time and we were met with cool temperatures (in comparison to the Tampa Bay area).  As I was walking the long distance to Immigration / Baggage / Customs the driver of a passenger transfer vehicle took one look at me and told me to get on-board.  Maybe he mistook me for someone who had ordered the cart, but one glance at me and he thought he had the right person!  The cart had seating for five people, but I was the only one on the vehicle.  The distance to Immigration was long and I was grateful for the ride.  Arriving at Immigration I was the first foreigner in line for processing, which took all but 5 minutes.
Luggage took 30 minutes to arrive, but because I was the first off the flight to wait in that area it seemed longer for me than others.  I walked through the nothing to declare line and out into the arrivals area.  However, there is a gauntlet of Duty-Free shops you have to traverse in order to get into the Arrivals lobby and most people walking with me were as confused as I regarding how to exit.  We made it out, though, and maybe there was an easier way.
I have booked a small apartment for the stay in Rio via booking.com; several buildings to one side of Golden Park Hotel close to Metro Glória in Rio’s Catete section. R$3,472 (+/- US$650 ÷ 10 = US$65/night).
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Because I have used booking.com frequently I was eligible for a rental discount and a no-cost transfer from the airport to the apartment.  The connection to the driver was seamless and convenient.  Saturday morning traffic was light.
I have made several forced errors thus far for the visit.  The latest was not booking the apartment for the night before / day of arrival.  I did do that for my last day because the flight home departs 1 a.m.  Recognizing my error, I attempted to start my rental as I should have, but I was too late.  If the apartment had been vacant when I arrived the owner/agent would have let me in early.  I was informed I could leave my luggage at a Sushi Glória situated next to the apartment building and wander about Rio until notified the apartment he apartment building is rather new and there are some final changes to complete.  My impression is that nobody lives in the building full-time, and that it is occupied as short-term rentals.  I sense presentable guests can probably accompany a STR without challenge by the person who electronically opens the lobby door; I do not intend to do that, though.
Nice apartment but all of the finishes are builder’s standard; cheap.  But there is a cooktop, small oven, microwave, coffeemaker, utensils, full-sized refrigerator, washer / dryer, TV.  No safe.  Importantly:  the wi-fi / internet / TV did not work.  I have been unable to get the owner/agent to have someone look at the problem because I have been at wits-end. 
Oh, I forgot this:  the bed mattress is rock-hard, like sleeping on concrete (no exaggeration).  I prefer firm mattresses but this is extremely hard.  I have been to Rio previously but do not remember mattresses this firm.  In Mexico, where I travel frequently, I oftentimes read reviews of hotels complaining about the too-firm beds.
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Clube 117
I settled into the apartment and though I was up for 33 hours at this point I walked the relatively short distance to Clube 117.  It was early, about 5:30 p.m.  Checked-in, received my locker key and met Hicardo (Ricardo) in the locker room where he handed me two towels and a pair of flip-flops.  As I left the locker room to take a shower I was set upon by a goodlooking guy showing his big dick promoting himself.   He said he would fuck me for R$200, then dropped it to R$100 without leche, then immediately raised the price back to R$200 full service.  My impression he was 1) on speed of some sort, or 2) desperate.  I shook his cock and moved on.  I am guessing there were 20 GP on-site at that hour, but the number grew steadily.
Understandably, fresh pickings (me) had entered the premises.  As I ordered/drank a beer in the lounge area staff were setting up for a birthday party later in the evening.  I sat at the 2-top table closest to the bar and the steady stream of GPs, one as good looking as the next, introduced and promoted themselves and their prowess and opened their towels to display their wares.  Mostly well-built and defined bodies, none with huge cocks but thick ones.  Fucking machines, for certain.  I told them all I had just walked in the door and was relaxing.  No pushy behaviors, though.  Polite.  Respectful.  Asking price for each was R$200. 
My tab at 117 (excluding the R$150) was R$208:  R$99 entry; R77 for the room; some beers for me and others (I’m forgetting something). R$ equivalent of US$38.60. I had forgotten to ask about tipping the locker room attendant; I gave him R$20 because it was the smallest bill I had in my pocket.  Almost certainly too much but what the heck.  He seemed a bit surprised, but grateful. Someone please let me know what the norm is, now.  Thanks.
I left 117 at about 7:30 p.m., stopped at a grocery store down the street from the sauna on the way back to the apartment, sat on a sidewalk across from the apartment, bought and drank a large bottle of Amstel (R equiv. $3.15) and was in bed asleep by 10 p.m. 
to be continued ...

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