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Right after giving a sermon telling his congregation that our lives on this earth are temporary, a priest was killed when a heavy wooden cross behind him crashed on his head...

I bet they cant drive as well, though they may have other attributes!

I’m in Ecuador at the moment and I can verify that the cocks here are truly impressive - young or old they are well hung. And so many tops. It’s been a paradise.

Yes, I obsessed over a guy.  I had some life challenges growing up in the 1950s/60s.  My Dad died when I’d just turned 5.  My Mother, a single parent, worked 1 or 2 jobs daily, depending on day of the week; 6 days a week. We were ‘latch key kids’. I didn’t understand what was happening to me sexually. I was attracted to guys when I was pre-teen, and, more so, kids/guys my own age were coming on to me with some regularity.  It was all so confusing. 
By graduation end, I’d attended 4 different high schools; city and suburban.  We moved around a lot.  Evictions were the norm.  In elementary school alone, we lived in 5 or 6 different apartments.  The second of four high schools I attended was situated in an upper-middle-class suburban Chicago community (we were from the ‘other side of the tracks’).  
One of my classmates at the second high school was CJ, whose father owned multiple sod farms in the area; a wealthy family.  CJ was physically stunning.  The kind of guy that caused me to spring a hard-on the moment I saw him. He was on the freshman swim team.  Lithe, smooth body who seemed to always sport a hard on – in speedo or out.  I was so infatuated with the vision of CJ of him I'd seen in the shower room I’d telephone his house after school just to hear his voice picking up the phone; then I’d quickly hang up.  Scores of telephone calls.  At night, I’d masturbate to the thought of him. As I write this, I can envision him in my mind.
We moved to a different community at the end of my freshman year, to the third high school.  The calls stopped, and my fascinations were redirected! Oh, that's another story.

I'm not in search of big dicks, but I've just put myself through the exercise of selecting a place to visit for 10-days in November. Like you, I live in the USA but in an area without good direct, inexpensive or relatively short international travel times. My first choice was Rio where I spent 10 days last fall, but flights and travel times aren't advantageous. I'm comfortable in Rio and have visited often enough don't worry too much about my safety. The garotos in the sex supermarkets/saunas come in all shapes and sizes and if big cocks are what you're looking for, attached to handsome men ... it's a destination to consider. Beaches, good food, culture, etc. are other lures
So, after going back and forth, I've booked visits to Mexico City and Acapulco; both are destinations I'm familiar with. Aeromexico has a relatively inexpensive, short, non-stop flight daily from my local airport which operates at advantageous hours. Not my first choice, but one which I'll enjoy.

The drugs (less than 100 yaa baa tablets) were found in a carton of cigarettes, that much is true, however there was overwhelming suspicion the drugs were planted there, and then the party that planted the drugs notified the police of exactly in which carton, and which pack within that carton to find the drugs.
As for the cigarettes having been smuggled, no, they were still in the country of purchase, they had not been smuggled. Kevin was stopped still inside the Pattaya city limits. According to news articles:
"The cigarettes were acquired by his partners, and came from Don Muang airport duty free via a friendly policeman." and "In one of the packets in just one of a staggering 198 cartons police found just under 100 yaa baa tablets.  Quill was not a drug user. Yaa baa was certainly not the drug of choice of his destination, the UK, and never has been."
It's obvious that Kevin was set up. A carton of Benson and Hedges cigarettes contains 10 packets. Kevin had 198 cartons in his car, so that's 1,980 packets of 20 cigarettes each. Out of the 1,980 cigarette packs, the police knew exactly where the small amount of pills (less than 100 tablets) were hidden, inside just one packet. How is it the police did not open the other 1,979 cigarette packs?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/2106000.stm
https://www.andrew-drummond.news/prisoner-of-boyztown-gets-sentence_15/

And here's the video of the seizure. The unopened cartons of Benson and Hedges can be seen on the table, and Kevin can be seen in the video. It's highly unusual that upon finding illegal drugs, that police searching for contraband would stop looking after finding less than 100 tablets, leaving all the other cartons unopened.

And the police knew exactly where to look!

Yes @BjornAgain I agree. I really miss Barry and after his awful death crossing the busy Thappraya road - I have since changed my walking patterns as I used to often use that same area to cross Thappraya road to get to either FoodMart or to the Jomtien bus station for the busses to the Suvarnabhumi airport in BKK. Noteworthy is that for 153 baht each way it (the buss) is truly the deal of the century.
By the way, this video, produced by Glistening Stories of the day in the life of the Tourist Police in Pattaya is very well done - excellent UK journalism in my opinion.
What I found fascinating about this particular edition is that it was published on Jun 22, 2023, but references very important stories/cases from the year May 2001.
Especially the case of Kevin Quill, as he was one of the many financial investors in what we all know today as Boyztown.

Years back, I had read many of the controversial articles that were published about his case - especially those produced by Andrew Drummond and I was always left in shock on how something like this could even happen in the early years of 2,000.

https://www.pattayamail.com/408/news.htm
Other related articles for who is curious:
https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/scottish-news/scots-sex-club-kings-lose-1053788
https://www.andrew-drummond.com/2010/03/23/lock-stock-and-two-smoking-boyz-judgmen/
https://www.andrew-drummond.com/2015/01/16/another-good-day-or-thai-justice/

Great to see and hear the old dulcet tones of Barry Kenyon. Sorely missed. RiP.

Common theme on this board, but I'm sure you managed somehow 😉

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I've always envisioned him as a power bottom.

It's Brasil, not Sunday Mass.

Even more reason to try Panama.... take a break at the midway point 😁

I'm not in search of big dicks, but I've just put myself through the exercise of selecting a place to visit for 10-days in November. Like you, I live in the USA but in an area without good direct, inexpensive or relatively short international travel times. My first choice was Rio where I spent 10 days last fall, but flights and travel times aren't advantageous. I'm comfortable in Rio and have visited often enough don't worry too much about my safety. The garotos in the sex supermarkets/saunas come in all shapes and sizes and if big cocks are what you're looking for, attached to handsome men ... it's a destination to consider. Beaches, good food, culture, etc. are other lures
So, after going back and forth, I've booked visits to Mexico City and Acapulco; both are destinations I'm familiar with. Aeromexico has a relatively inexpensive, short, non-stop flight daily from my local airport which operates at advantageous hours. Not my first choice, but one which I'll enjoy.

Thanks for checking in, September is the month I travel with my boyfriend, so I’ve been a little MIA myself.
We started in Mexico City, then went to Denver, where I finally had the chance to meet @jimmie50 in person. From there, we traveled to Vancouver whored around a little there, lot's of hot Asians then boarded the first of two cruises (which we're still on) taking us down the California coast and into Mexico.
We’ll be home at the end of the month, and once I recover from the vacation, I’ll catch up on everything that’s been going on here. 😂

Honestly is it so easy to get a sexual massage in spa in a five stars Hotel ? In arabic countries i mean.
I suppose masseurs usually refuse and might even report the client.

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Number one rule with these guys - Never ever fall in love with them. They are only in love with your money. Nothing else.
They are really good actors, and will try their damn best to rip you off.
Money is in their eyes, and all they are interested in.
Lesson learnt.

I think @Blacktouch was hurt. I am sorry for that. But you cannot blame the boys for your own emotional misbalances.

Even though they can be found, they've never been memorable enough to go in search of them there..... Asia kicks ass in massage.

Sex on the other hand, you've found the pot of gold!

I remember years ago, bars only charge you for the bottle (e.g. 4000 baht) and there is no need to buy the guys a boy drink. But now, it seems at most bars (I know this is the case at Freshboy, Good Boy and Dreamboy because I got a bottle in these venues in past one year or so but I haven't done so at Jupiter for several years so it might be different at Jupiter), a boy drink needs to be bought if inviting a guy to drink with customer.
Unless it is mamasan who invites guys to drink with customer unsolicited (and the reason is to finish the bottle quickly so that customer order another bottle). In that case, no boy drink is required to be bought. But then, customer has no say in choice of guy drinking with him!
Based on cost analysis, I feel it is more worthwhile to off the guys you like and take them back to room to drink together (with bottle of whisky bought from supermarket or 7 Eleven). But you have to negotiate and agree on tips in advance.

When ordering a bottle of liquor in a bar and inviting guys to join for drinks, do they earn any commission similar to ordering them a one-off drink? If not, should you tip them more than you would if you bought them a drink? Also, what is a reasonable number of guys to ask to join for drinks without the bar management becoming upset?

Yes, I obsessed over a guy.  I had some life challenges growing up in the 1950s/60s.  My Dad died when I’d just turned 5.  My Mother, a single parent, worked 1 or 2 jobs daily, depending on day of the week; 6 days a week. We were ‘latch key kids’. I didn’t understand what was happening to me sexually. I was attracted to guys when I was pre-teen, and, more so, kids/guys my own age were coming on to me with some regularity.  It was all so confusing. 
By graduation end, I’d attended 4 different high schools; city and suburban.  We moved around a lot.  Evictions were the norm.  In elementary school alone, we lived in 5 or 6 different apartments.  The second of four high schools I attended was situated in an upper-middle-class suburban Chicago community (we were from the ‘other side of the tracks’).  
One of my classmates at the second high school was CJ, whose father owned multiple sod farms in the area; a wealthy family.  CJ was physically stunning.  The kind of guy that caused me to spring a hard-on the moment I saw him. He was on the freshman swim team.  Lithe, smooth body who seemed to always sport a hard on – in speedo or out.  I was so infatuated with the vision of CJ of him I'd seen in the shower room I’d telephone his house after school just to hear his voice picking up the phone; then I’d quickly hang up.  Scores of telephone calls.  At night, I’d masturbate to the thought of him. As I write this, I can envision him in my mind.
We moved to a different community at the end of my freshman year, to the third high school.  The calls stopped, and my fascinations were redirected! Oh, that's another story.

Yes, I obsessed over a guy.  I had some life challenges growing up in the 1950s/60s.  My Dad died when I’d just turned 5.  My Mother, a single parent, worked 1 or 2 jobs daily, depending on day of the week; 6 days a week. We were ‘latch key kids’. I didn’t understand what was happening to me sexually. I was attracted to guys when I was pre-teen, and, more so, kids/guys my own age were coming on to me with some regularity.  It was all so confusing. 
By graduation end, I’d attended 4 different high schools; city and suburban.  We moved around a lot.  Evictions were the norm.  In elementary school alone, we lived in 5 or 6 different apartments.  The second of four high schools I attended was situated in an upper-middle-class suburban Chicago community (we were from the ‘other side of the tracks’).  
One of my classmates at the second high school was CJ, whose father owned multiple sod farms in the area; a wealthy family.  CJ was physically stunning.  The kind of guy that caused me to spring a hard-on the moment I saw him. He was on the freshman swim team.  Lithe, smooth body who seemed to always sport a hard on – in speedo or out.  I was so infatuated with the vision of CJ of him I'd seen in the shower room I’d telephone his house after school just to hear his voice picking up the phone; then I’d quickly hang up.  Scores of telephone calls.  At night, I’d masturbate to the thought of him. As I write this, I can envision him in my mind.
We moved to a different community at the end of my freshman year, to the third high school.  The calls stopped, and my fascinations were redirected! Oh, that's another story.