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First Experience, Two Nights in Space (Cont.)

But ultimately I pull it forward and tuck it behind the waistband of my pants, as to hide my awkward erection in public. I'll come back tomorrow night.
I spend my free time scrolling the TikTok feed of Jupiter and looking at the videos they've posted recently. Every night they post a video of the line-up of guys. I look for the one I shortlisted, and screenshot his photo. 
I return at 10:00 PM and before entering the venue, I show the street hawker my phone and the photo of the model. I ask, "Is he working tonight?" The hawker looks confused, and ushers me over to the door staff, who confirm his name is B, and he is there tonight. I pay the 500 THB and get sat in a very good seat, with no one beside me. I order a drink, this time alcoholic and pay the extra fee. I tip on the drink. 

Not a minute later, a mamasan sits beside me and confirms my selection of the night. He asks if I want to talk to B before the performance starts, and I decline. I'll invite him for a drink later. Should I have taken this chance? While I was confirmed on my selection, I'd rather see him in the show first, to re-confirm this is exactly what I want. What if he had a bad attitude tonight, or seemed ill to perform? Okay, now I'm just making excuses. I fucked up.
The show begins, and it's much the same as the night before. Less intensity, and the club is less crowded. When the models do their initial walk on the stage and around the bar, I offer B a 100 THB tip as he passes my table. He bows and puts his hands together politely. He is not flirtatious, but seems respectful.
Another dance number begins the string of acts, but this time all of the performers are off. It's very low energy. A drag performance immediately follows. It's less elaborate than the night before. I didn't come for the show tonight though, so it doesn't bother me. As I've come to understand, each venue has their good and bad nights. Luck of the draw. 

The models strut by again, and I tip B another 100 THB. Again, he bows and puts his hands together. I want to catch his attention. I've never done this before, so I'm sure I'm throwing out unnecessary money. My indiction the night before was that the boys are in high demand and you often don't get your pick, but tonight it seemed that even the patrons were less interested. There was no tipping and no shots being offered. There were no screaming women having the time of their lives. Was anyone smiling? Soon I would be.
The mamasan sat beside me again and confirmed my selection. Where he seemed immediately interested in offering me B before, this time there was hesitation. "Well, he's straight, so I'll have to check with him." Okay. I'm a courteous and respectable person. If he's not comfortable, why would I force it? But let's not forget the purpose of this establishment either. Chuckle with me. Ha. Ha. 
B is sat beside me shortly afterward and the waiter confirms that I will purchase his drink. He is stiff. He looks straight ahead and doesn't engage much. I ask him, "Your name is B?" He can understand but his English is not great. We banter very briefly. "Are you Thai?" I ask because his look appears to be Chinese, and I find him incredibly beautiful. "From Udon Thani." He explains. I try and use this to engage in further conversation as I will travel to that region soon. It doesn't work, he appears uncomfortable. I'm a little taken aback. I'm not a bad looking person. I'm in good shape. I'm well dressed and polite. I don't touch him, but he seems scared. I sit for a bit and watch the show, looking at him occasionally. He fakes a little smile. I figure, I paid for his drink, I'll see if it's okay if I rub his back. He shakes his head up and down and smiles and then goes back to a blank expression. I make sure, "Is this okay?" and again the same gesture.

His body is tight. His skin is soft and cool. You can feel the muscle clenching underneath, rock hard and chiseled. I'm very impressed by his look. He has pale skin and big ears. A stern expression. I try and tell him that I saw him in the show the previous night, and that I was impressed with the size of his dick. He shakes his head the same way. I assume he doesn't understand me.

Okay, is it just the language barrier? To be honest, my intention with him is to have him flex while he fucks me with his massive cock. His body is incredible and I simply want to worship him, and his tool looks like it can provide me ample pleasure, even if he doesn't give it his all. I'm accustomed to 18cm or more, so this is my target when seeking moneyboys. 

He sits for a while and finishes his drink. Then it comes time for his performance. Unfortunately I'm unable to watch him perform, as immediately the mamasan returns and confirms that he will go back to my hotel with me. I pay the 500 THB bar fee. I am unsure if I should tip, so I don't. I think this is a mistake? The mamasan seems happy anyway.

When the performance finishes, B is fully dressed in street attire and looks quite good. He comes to my table and grabs me and takes me outside, where we flag down a taxi and head back to my hotel. He speaks to the driver in Thai to help him navigate. We sit quietly in the back of the taxi and he stares out the window. I admire the way he is dressed and his stern demeanour. I am going to love using his body.

I'm staying at Beanstalk, where the room is quite minimal and the bed is Japanese style, low to the floor. I worry if this is an unusual or unimpressive accommodation for B. We enter the room, and he immediately sits on the bed and removes his shirt. He begins to undress. Part of my desire was to slowly removing his clothing and to appreciate every muscle of his body, as he flexed them ritually. 

That was not in the cards. I touch his body. I run my hand on his chest as he lays back on the bed. I push against his abs, feeling the solidity of the muscle underneath the layer of skin. I grab his pecs and caress them in my hand, filling the entirety of my palm. I ask him to flex and he doesn't understand. I make the motion with my arms, flexing my own biceps. He does it half-heartedly. I'm a little disappointed. 

He quickly undoes his pants and pulls out his dick and starts to put a condom on. I take this as understanding it's time for penetration. No. I suck his dick. It gets hard quite quickly, and again I'm taken for a bit of a shock. Is this the same model? His dick is significantly smaller, even though he's seemingly aroused. I'm told later that dicks in performances are often pumped to appear much larger. Okay, then pump it up! It's not small, but it's more akin to 17cm now.

He keeps the condom on as I suck his dick. I just don't have any interest anymore. A blowjob with a condom? I can't do it. I stop sucking him, and I try and kiss him. He keeps his lips closed and pushes me toward his neck. He smells good, but I'm being disappointed at every turn. Surely the sex might at least feel good.

I ask him to fuck me. "No fuck" he says. My jaw hits the floor. Excuse me? "No fuck."

Clearly I misunderstood the purpose off Jupiter, or some rule somewhere, or missed some step in the process. "Just suck, you suck me. No fuck." He seems angry. I ask him if he can remove the condom, I don't mind giving oral, in fact I thoroughly enjoy it. But I can't suck a piece of latex. He says he will not remove it.

My mood is killed, my desire is gone, my erection shrivels, and I'm left agasp. Is this what people pay for? Is this the moneyboy experience? I think back to the trip reports I've read, and there is so little detail about the sex, just about the general 'good time' they seemingly have. Oh no. What have I gotten myself into.

I just give him the 2500 THB mandatory tip and he gets dressed and leaves. The entire stay lasts 30 minutes. He says thank you, but doesn't offer to keep in communication or try and schedule another appointment, which is what I will soon find out is customary. I sit in my room for a moment, thinking about what just happened, and I feel incredibly bad. I just paid a total of 4800 THB for the most disappointing sex I think I ever had. 

I get over it quickly, and head to Grindr for something free. This time there's passion.

Sounds concerning, I have visited new smaller premises and previous over the the road countless times and often great fun and happy memories!
I arrive back in Bangkok on Friday for a couple of weeks holiday and will certainly check it out and let you know what I can find out but fingers crossed they will sort it out

Summary
 Definitely and by far sightseeing’s  high point was Sukhotai and Kampheang Phet. Fact that my friend K decided to go with me  doubled that travel  fun. Angkor and environs were  second, because all those places I already visited in the past but Cambodian ruins have such pull on me that I can visit there to no end.
I’m glad I went to Phuket, finally I know how it is there and may return in future if only to explore gay scene bit more energetically than I did this time. I beat my cousin to James Bond Island , that counts for plenty as well.
 As for boys I did not get anybody I regretted to engage. With few some improvement could be used but there were no antics like leaving suddenly out of blue (ok there was one case but I let it go for reason explained ) . It looks that engaging tried and tested pays big time and if we meet winner it’s good to keep him close like I did with both  PP and Pattaya guys, new to me. S was great travel companion and I’m glad I had him with me in Siem Reap and by my side every few days in Bangkok. Y knows I like him and shows his appreciation every time we met. NM surprisingly showed his romantic side  and both Tawan guys I offed facilitated  steamiest nights I had in whole month.
All 7 guys mentioned above had one endearing trait, none of them asked for any extras  other than agreed. When we dined their choices were modest. I liked that . I don’t mind to open purse but don’t like to be treated as money well.
Some quotations this trip were  excessive, certainly boys are trying to cash in. With one exception I managed to keep their tips within my  budget, bargaining down when necessary. Only case I yielded  I treated as last of our many meeting in the past and can’t see repeat in the future.
 It was one upsetting  disappointment , right in the beginning, indifferent look of Jupiter guy , veteran of many offs. But I guess all comers to an end, even customer  loyalty and client’s infatuation .
And two regrets, both for lack of time . I should off that Tawan waiter at least once more. I never thought I will be regretting not offing the twink but here I am. And I did not gave a chance to two Banana Club guys ,  Vu Thy and new #31. I think I know where my first steps next trip will be.
 Now you guys can vent your frustrations with me “ who the fuck writes such long and convoluted trip reports ? Screw you vinapu!
 
 
    

never drink gin on empty stomach

new ? I thought I'm doing that all my life , at least since I mastered art of writing

I was so sure the story would end up you having gotten him. That’s a great story though. It’s nice to know some boys have morals. Those are the ones I tend to avoid though.

There,s similarly tittled thread already but I could, t find it so started new one.
Arrived early evening yesterday. Decimated by long trip and jet lag still managed to do short survey of realm. Area much busier than in July, my last time here. A lot of young farangs. One visitor on Patpong market was, so stunning that I almost pretended to tipple over something, just to hang on to him for brief moment to keep my balance but regained my composure and dropped idea. 
Patpong market and soi 4 fairly busy. 
With another member visited Jupiter. House half full just be fore show  started but filled in with big group of visitors soon after. Show pretty brief, I think just 4 numbers but two erections visible. Mao, heavily tattooed hunk who left to Moonlight while ago is back. Three walkabout, first in briefs, no numbers, second in white shorts, no numbers and last one in black jeans, with numbers although quite a few of the guys did not have one meaning thay are already booked. 
During walkabout I tipped 2 best looking guys and expected as minimum acknowledging nod or smile during  next walk but no. I was like transparent. So same old there, handsome but disinterested guys. Good for them  but I took off for Moonlight.
As it was 11.45 crowd was thinning, few  floor boys still available and few modes, dressed already. Hoping to see one of three guys but to if them did ot show up tonight and third one, while sitting was, already booked by some Asian, as attractive as himself. 
Off to Hot Male beer bar, quite a crowd. Got myself a drink, invited one of their boys for his but he was, still doing some errands prompting comment from one of the patrons " you bought him drink and have nothing to show for it".
Lost all hope for warm bed tonight but there, s still Suriwong where I spotted guy I offed in the past few times. 
Bingo! 
So to summarize, Patpong still alive and presents a lot of opportunities. 

I don't think we know much about food which is expensive and hard to swallow either

A big thanks to Gay Guides and all the posters here who helped me plan this trip and all the posters that shared their trip reports and experiences.  I would not have had such an extraordinary, action-packed trip without it! 😘

Excellent trip report @revengeboo I really love your writing style. Lots of details and funny. Thanks for taking time and effort to write trip report.

Day 2 - Part 2
I didn’t think this report was going to reveal itself like some perverted Harry Potter series with so many posts but I must concede that the most intense moments of my week-long adventure occurred early on, as my stamina and sanity would wane. 😀
After returning to the hotel from Arena, an experience that fully met its renowned reputation, I quickly prepared for the Ibis Styles Silom pool party. Given that it was Saturday, the hotel and Silom Road were already bustling with activity. My initial plan was to observe from a distance, somewhat inconspicuously in a dark corner creepily oogling the crowd. However, the reality was quite different.
The pool party turned out to be a lively and social gathering, drawing in about 100 attendees from a wide range of ages, backgrounds, and countries. I found myself engaging in conversations with various friendly men, boys and a sprinkling of curious women.  Some of the people I made conversation with also agreed to make plans to extend the festivities later at DJ Station and G Bangkok, both already on my itinerary.
Traveling alone, I'm usually cautious with alcohol consumption, particularly in unfamiliar places. However, the engaging company and seemingly endless beer buckets, coupled with my lack of sleep and the lingering effects of my trans-Pacific journey, led me to let my guard down and warning bells began to ring.
As the evening progressed, I was introduced to a striking Cambodian boy in his early twenties, Lenny, by an American of Asian descent living in Mexico — a testament to our awesome planet. Lenny's charisma and captivating presence in the party, complete with a group of equally animated friends, caught my attention. He paraded around with his boyish good looks in a tight white speedo daring gawkers to see the results of his ventures into the pool.  Taking his time to pose and preen for his friends to snap photos as they shrieked in delight over the scene of envious glares and thirsty voyuers viewing the commotion. 
However, my attempt at conversation with him was not as successful as I'd hoped as I fumbled around a few lines and nervously made small talk.  That is when I realized I need to make a hasty retreat as my pre-arranged companion had arrived from Siam Roads.
The concept of a companion for the evening seemed sensible at first, but as the night unfolded, I began to realize that my hyper-promiscuous energy combined with the City’s high-spirited sex-fueled denizens, made such an arrangement somewhat redundant. Nevertheless, my companion proved to be understanding and supportive of my own sex-crazed ambitious plans for the night.
Meeting my companion in the hotel lobby, I was apologetic for my tardiness, likely looking as the Crypt Keeper on Spring Break. We had a brief discussion about my dream and desires for the evening before heading out - hardcore partying 🫡.
After yet another round of showering, we embarked on our first destination of the night: Sauna Mania. Walking to the bathhouse, I became acutely aware of the unique smells and sights of Bangkok's streets at night, including the surprisingly large rats that seemed more akin to rabbits, all under the backdrop of streams of people on the sidewalk.
The entrance procedure for Sauna Mania was all very familiar to typical bathhouses I’d been to before with utilitarian lockers and very old and worn feel.  It was “underwear” night and I had worn a very revealing jockstrap with a cut out for my dick so it was mostly visible not realizing that Sauna Mania would only be giving out towels the size of a wash cloth.  My companion alerted me to meet him at 10pm in the lobby and I said 9pm, which was about an hour not knowing how this was all going to unfold.  Well, long story short, I left him waiting for me once again as I got sucked into a swirl of Asian bodies and sex not to be seen again until - about 10pm as he had figured. I was obviously foreign and a slut by my underwear as most guys seemed to have traditional briefs or boxers and very few went all naked or had revealing jocks so I recieved a great deal more attention than I am used to in a bathhouse.
I was impressed by the size of Sauna Mania with its vaulted and open air patios and various mazes.  The facility was packed to the brim with people.  At one point in the maze area is was so crowded hardly a person could move and people smashed against each other just gave in to whatever orifice or phallus was pressed upon them.  It was hard to tell even who’s what was going where.   After breaking free of that chaos I connected with a very large, bodybuilding type Chinese man about thirty or fourty.  He was a top so I finally was able to check that box, or I guess I should say scratch that itch.  After that I hairy local Thai guy who had been tailing me all even wanted me to top him and I obliged putting on a show for the Sauna in several of the open air rooms as neither of us had a private room and it didn’t seem either of us cared. Even at my last moment in the lockerroom as I departed I could not help but to molest an older Thai daddy who was buzzing next to me - I was unglued and loving it.
Sheepishly returning to my companion he suggested we go to Circus and see the “gay street”.  The energy was off though.  At this point, I was covered with sex.  The unfortunate thing about Sauna Mania is that for a bathhouse, its hygienic or “sauna” features were sorely lacking.  There was no pool or hot tub, which is likely best for everyone's health and safety but even the showers were too utilitarian and soap harsh and unpleasant.  Not to mention the little hand towels they supplied did little to encourage a thorough clean.  
So after an awkward beer at Circus - vacantly staring out into a sea of lights and chatting gays, me reeking of raw bathhouse sex and now horny as ever I had to explain to my companion that I am going back to the hotel to yes, shower, properly.
After that detour he decides to take me to Dreamboy.  Now through all my research, Deamboy never came up as a bar I wanted to see.  Mostly because I took @vinapu clairvoyant suggestions to my inaugural post soliciting advice at face value and was hesitant to deviate as from my diligent studies of this board I assumed we are kindred spirits. However, Dreamboy is impressive in size and filled with people for the 10:30 show. However, the show was not all that entertaining to me with a few forgettable drag queens but some fun dance numbers with dancers and their cocks wrapped up like hotdogs. Now this is the first time I've seen gogo dancers proudly march on stage dicks out in such a manner. Certainly I've seen (and reported on) sex show and the like but this with the light one girls cackling and men drooling was still quite the sight to behold. Oh my. Thailand is different.  I wandered around the bar at time trying to find the bathroom and everyone including staff and performers were quite forgiving and kind to me as I likely looked at this point a complete mess.
I did enjoy some of the boys, who were clearly great gogo dancers and had great energy and moves but out of the some 20 guys on stage at a time, maybe that was one or two?  Many others looking completely out of place made me feel uncomfortable as they stood there jerking from side to side or desperately staring out into the audience for attention.  Their “boyish” lean looks were fine, I’ve already mentioned my tour of twinks and boyish men so far in the trip but they just didn’t quite pique my interest.
I couldn't help but notice in my peripheral vision the several farangs that had arranged MBs in the back rows overjoyed and in love and that also warmed my heart.
My companion was a bit agitated, I think he felt let down by the show, or perhaps my flagging energy was a sign we needed to leave.
Continuing the evening's adventure, we headed to DJ Station now about 11ish, where I began texting some acquaintances from the pool party, informing them of our imminent arrival. The club, a multi-room extravaganza, was a vibrant mix of energy and people. It was bustling with men in their twenties and thirties, sprinkled with daddies who either shared their love or perhaps sponsored their company. One thing I enjoyed – it was all men!  An extremely rare sight in a gay club in my hometown. The exact cost of entry or the other previous stops escapes my memory, a side effect of the endless beer buckets from the earlier pool party, but the entrance fee did include two complimentary drinks. I believe everything cost 400 baht, at which point I still figured was $400 US, still unsure how to convert money in my head only later figuring out it was more like a paltry $10. I chose a beer, clinging to the hope that sticking to one type of drink would help clear my increasingly blurry vision.
I really enjoyed the pulsating EDM, all the songs seemed ripped from a typical American club. My companion, who had been more of a peripheral presence throughout the evening, seemed relieved to part ways as I became engrossed in the lively bar scene. He high-tailed out the building as if it had caught on fire.
Not soon after, I noticed the Cambodian boy, Lenny, with the white speedo, now somewhat fully dressed - pants but proudly shirtless and gyrating on an older farang in his fifties.  Lenny spotted me and came over and we shared a chat and he offered to buy me a drink with one of his tickets.  At this point, I lost my other drink ticket and was relieved - hopeful that perhaps they sold Dasani?  He suggested I get what seemingly everyone was holding a large half-gallon size container filled with a colorful drink.  I didn’t realize these jugs that people were carrying around were mixed drinks that could be bought with one ticket.  No wonder the place was verging on unhinged - nearly everyone was fucked up.
Like any nervous gay trying to impress a crush I confidently agreed and get the jug of whatever may come.   Soon I was slurping what seemed like straight liquor and continuing the party with him, his friends, his diligent farang companion, and others from the pool party.  At this point, I had enough sense to know that I was not “going home with him” and that this older fellow who seemed to be a satellite in his orbit had priority and I respected the code.
We make our way to G Bangkok thought I prefer its former moniker GOD, I think literally next door.  A tunnel-like TSA experience but not very intrusive searching.  I had poppers and random items like earplugs but none of that seemed to matter to the security guards who frisked me and metal detectors we were sent through.  Once inside the nearly pitch-black club it was quite familiar to something I’d expect from New York City after hours, again the cover paid for drink tickets, which at this point I think I went back to beer with the feeble hopes I was not going to be in serious trouble tomorrow.  The music was a varied mix of pots and pans clanging and electronic synthesizers but no one was there to sing along only to writhe and grind against one another and the sound system hit all the necessary notes.
The pain could wait a few more hours for now I’m just making out with guys, fondling on the dancefloor, on a real warpath. Mercifully, at 4AM and the light blasts on and I permit myself to flee the premises a quick 10-minute stumble to my hotel with a huge smile and triple vision.

and discuss ruoral development

Sounds more like professional porn 😁

With only a few more days left in Bangkok, I thought it might be interesting to a few to pen a few notes.  Please forgive that they are unstructured.  I hope to understand more from the distinguished posters here present for my next trip or perhaps my last few days here. For context, this is my fourth trip to Bangkok.  My first two trips were for weekends and my second was for a week so I do not try to compete with the experience on this forum.  I cannot commit to a daily report but I am visiting some other countries in South East Asia during my time away and I will try to do the same while travelling.  
 
Before flying from London Heathrow, I jumped at the chance to spend a few days with friends in Oxford as I would be in the UK anyway.  I can highly recommend the ‘Oxford Tube’ as a means of transport, which actually a bus!  It took me from central London, where I had stayed for two nights of tourism to the beautiful city of Oxford in an hour and a half.  Returning from Oxford to Heathrow required a change at Hillingdon station and one more bus for the princely sum of less than 2GBP.  Grindr in Oxford was full of handsome, university types and it was interesting to see many described themselves as ‘trans’, ‘non-binary’ or ‘queer’ despite presenting as a masculine.  Grindr in London was very busy and it was pan-European in nature, despite Brexit!  For those interested, I gathered that the going rate was about 150-200GBP though I did not partake.  
 
Eva Air direct to Suvarnabhumi on their business class product was efficient, friendly and comfortable.  The food was good, the wine flowed and the flight landed right on time after a good night of sleep.  Arrivals was very busy, there was a 10 minute wait at the fast track section but the bags were quick - so quick in fact that most people had not made it through security. 
 
I’ve been staying at Le Méridien, and it is good.  I like the evening pizza menu and breakfast is very good.  I’m not sure there has been much benefit to my suite upgrade, I have barely used the lounge and the men I have brought back to the room have on more than one occasion have been confused about why one person would need so much space (I think even regarding it as an unnecessary extravagance).  No problem with guests, key cards required for the lift, friendly staff.  Lots of gay folk, as I type from the ground floor I am looking at a middle aged guy European couple walking together wearing rainbow pins and holding hands.  Last time I stayed at Raya but I would choose here next time and save a few THB in a standard room.  The lounge is very nice and if I have time I will post a picture from the lounge, which I think may be a fair challenge for the ‘best view from a toilet’ posts previously seen on this forum.    
 
I am ambitious to become a flâneur (I cannot think of an English equivalent) in my later life and there is no better city than Bangkok to practice.  I’ve enjoyed (most of the time) my solitude, thoughts, my wandering, my coffee, my aimlessness and people-watching.  Today, for example, consider Soi 4.  At around noon, a large gathering of very smartly-dressed business types in designer suits queued for street food.  Interested, I wandered down the Soi to see about four carts in front of Banana Bar and other venues in the Soi.  It seemed to the most popular place for these hi-so workers for miles.  I wonder if these distinguished folk know the depravity that takes place just a few short hours after they have gathered their tasty morsels?  I imagine they know all-too-well and care little - and this is why I love Bangkok! I enjoy these aimless considerations.  
 
I felt something was ‘off’ about Tawan compared to my previous visits (when this was my favourite bar).  I have since read that the papasan in the beret, that I have before met, has recently passed away sadly and this is probably why. Much lenience is required, I suspect he was well-loved by staff. I have not stayed for a show but when visiting earlier in the evening the men working are less likely to sit alongside customers than in my previous visits.  Some older Thai men take the place of papasan but do not occupy the attention of customers. The place is looking more dishevelled than before.  That has, though, always been part of its charm.  I have a fond (?) memory of walking up the stairs from the bar to a room for a massage (if I assure you that it was virtuous, you will not believe me).  A large rat ran over my foot, leading to my loud screams and a look of horror at my exclamation from the masseur.  Happy memories.  
 
I have not found a guy to take home yet from Tawan as their huddle of men now includes a number of twinks, which are not my type.  I did have an interesting moment with a man who I think said his name was David.  He was my type and I was leaving the bar, having concluded after one drink that enough was enough.  He chased me down the road, threw his arms around me and told me he was horny.  My intention, of course, was to take a man to the room to discuss neoclassicalism’s influence on 18th century Greek literature so this admission of horny-ness took me rather by surprise.  I declined the offer, wrongly now I think about it, as I was in the mindset of marching to HotMale determinedly.  I will try Tawan again and hope that this is a temporary situation caused by the loss of a formidable figure.  
 
HotMale beer bar is still a good spot with fairly priced drinks, smiling staff and good views.  I was surprised to see cannabis being smoked at the tables (only by one group of customers on one day).  There is a very handsome man who seems to stay behind the bar there, preparing drinks rather than waiting tables.  I have been trying hard to have eye contact with him, succeeding often, but receiving a nonchalant response.  Perhaps my portly (read: fat) build is off-putting or the stars just do not align.  I will not give up yet.  Advice welcome.  
 
HotMale’s gogo has been the surprise of my trip, in a good way.  The men on stage are keen to smile and engage with eye contact, are engrossed in securing your attention and not on their phones.  Though they are thin in number, there is something for everyone and especially for me (preferring 25-45, handsome, not thin, Dadbod or muscular-but-not-too-muscular types).  Smoking being allowed will be an irritant for some, but the papasan is flexible about reseating (and it has never been busy enough for this to be a problem). 
 
The HotMale ensemble are mostly topless and wearing fetching, pillar-box red sweatpants.  The show is awkward when it is quiet but ends well with an explicit fanfare that even would make my old Aunt Agatha blush (and she a woman with a remarkable, audacious character).  I had one strange experience with a guy I offed from HotMale when motivated by the aforementioned explicit display.  His girth, so to speak, was impressive from a distance.  Back in the hotel, just as we made progress with a particularly challenging logarithmic identity, I became distracted.  Something about this girth was not quite right.  It wasn’t that there were beads or noticeable defects, but the thickness seemed somehow artificial and not in keeping with the rest of the member concerned.  He was a good egg, and no harm was done.  He showed me his Lao passport which revealed both that he was aged 29 but also that he was considerably more handsome now than when the picture was taken a number of years ago!  
 
FreshBoys has the same loud and irritating mamasan and her interest in me has been only for the purpose of generating tips.  The men are young, I would say 20-25, predisposed to mobile-phone addiction at all times when not on the stage though smiles are frequent.  I am unlikely to revisit but this place will be a gem for some.  
 
The new Sol Bar is interesting and I have no conclusions.  From a distance (that is to say the HotMale beer bar) the men look handsome on the balcony, are mostly topless and I really like the shorts with numbers on rather than the usual badges.  Inside, I had a different experience on my one visit.  In some way, the lighting is not flattering and the building looks more downtrodden than when it was Dream Boys.  Somehow, I have not yet been able to bring myself to have more than one drink but my reason is not rational and based on some ‘feeling’.  I will try again.  
 
I have not yet made it to the Dream Boy show but will before I leave and update.  I cannot be motivated to go to Jupiter or Moonlight but I must do so because the men are hot and I have seen good reports recently.  My struggle is the passive, unsmiling approach I previously saw when visiting.  Also, I feel the men are hoping a woman will ‘off’ them, there being so many and the men being straight, and I will therefore be a disappointment.  Advice welcome.
 
I would also like advice on the language barrier.  I am almost ready to ask the mama/papasans which men speak English well.  I think this relates to another problem.  My ‘offs’ have been gratifying, but short with little room for conversation.  Yesterday, I had to use Google Translate ask the guy if he wanted a drink from the minibar.  My ‘offs’ last half an hour usually and I am craving more (they are probably enjoying the easy cash!). Though I don’t want LT, I cannot sleep unless alone.   
 
On my first visit a few years ago, I think I got lucky and saw the same man three or four times (now sadly ‘gone’ as per the report of the papasan) and we went for a few drinks before our deliberations on counterurbanisation in the room began.  I enjoyed his company and sense of fun.  This has not happened naturally for me yet. I would like company than extends beyond 30 minutes in the room talking through a phone. Advice welcome.
 
Although I have adjusted to the jetlag, I do also have a dilemma about adjusting to how late everything happens.  I am trying to dine around 2030, as things just don’t begin here until about 2230.  I cannot do a 2am finish and a breakfast that finishes at 10am!  I need more to be occupied with between 1700-2200 and cannot drink alcohol during this time as I will be drunk by midnight!  
 
I will post again and await thoughts and advice eagerly.  
 

Completely off topic, but I have a couple of 60 baht notes hanging on my wall (hint: they were issued in 1987 and 2006).

DAY 5
The frustrations of the previous day forgotten, I'm starting to enjoy being by the beach in Pattaya. The vibe is far, far different from Bangkok's, I have to say. The sight of a farang - typically in his 50s and up - sitting by himself at a bar in the middle of the day, staring rather blankly out into the street, is surprising in its ubiquity. Meanwhile, the locals almost seem to treat tourists who cross their path with an indifference that sometimes crosses over into badly concealed exasperation, as I found out when I asked for a grocery bag at the supermarket. (The sustainability movement hasn’t missed Thailand, so bags have to purchased at certain large retailers – Big C in this case.)
I decide that I want a massage today, but as it turns out, the big guy up there had other ideas. I was in the Boyztown vicinity, and remember a fellow forum-er (Christian?) posting about a place called Relax Massage that boasts rather fetching lads. I stroll past the joint, but perhaps it’s too early in the day – this was slightly before 2 p.m. – and the few masseurs who were present did nothing for me. I ended up taking a rather pleasant jaunt back to my hotel along the beachfront instead, which actually wasn’t a bad substitute for the missed massage. I try my luck on Grindr later in the afternoon for an in-call masseur, and of course make the mistake of not asking for a video chat first. The boy shows up, and the discrepancy between the person in the profile and the boy in the flesh is just too wide for me to ignore. (He had photoshopped his acne issues out of the pictures, and there *were* issues.) I politely declined the session, and gave him 200 baht for his troubles. I wonder if it was too generous, but he did get all dressed up in a button-down shirt and slacks. I choose to be charitable about the misleading photos, since it seems to be common practice hereabouts – he was likely just doing what he needed to, to conduct business. Lesson learnt.
As consolation, I buy myself a couple of cocktails at the Hilton’s rooftop bar. The view over the sea at sunset is quite sublime, though – IMHO – the curving stretch of Beach Rd. glittering in the gloom of dusk is by far the more attractive view. Spent an hour and a half there, staring out at the city lights with a sea breeze in my face. Definitely a highlight of the trip so far.
I head off to Sunee later in the night – which did not prove an auspicious beginning, unfortunately! Nice Boys was first, but its crowd is a *little* too rough around the edges for me. There are maybe 8 boys hanging around in their undies, with nary a customer in sight. I decide that I would rather not stay, and take off to Winner. This was around 10 p.m., but all I saw were two patrons seated outside. I’m assuming that the boys are all indoors with their patrons, but that was an assumption indeed. Inside, there’s no one on stage, but two small clusters of boys seated around, who can barely be bothered to get up. That’s it for me. I decide that Sunee is not happening tonight, and set off at a brisk stroll for Boyztown.
First stop: Classic Boys, which I skipped last night. There is a clutch of boys in their undies, but no one catches my eye. I head off to Toy Boys, where there is a larger selection – 16 tonight, the papa tells me ruefully, when at their busiest there are something like 30 – but it’s pretty much the same line-up from last night. I buy a beer, then head to Dream Boys, where I chat a little with Arm and the mama. (@floridarob, you are completely right. Arm’s enthusiasm with a john dips significantly after the first encounter.) Nothing much is happening there, so I swing into X-Boys to take in the show, which was a surprisingly fun time! It was the right amount of farce for me, with certain acts an improbable mix of the erotic and the completely ludicrous – the standout here being the one where boys do pull-ups with buckets of paint (? – I think) tied to their erections. And then there’s the act where they play miniature golf with their er, flesh putters … The difference between bars that boast shows, and those without, is stark. Like BBB last night, XB is packed out this evening. There are a couple of lookers in their roster, but those guys get called to other tables pretty quickly, so I head back to Dream.
I’m very, very keen on a boy named Dao, who apparently has been at the bar less than a week, but he seems shy, with limited English skills. For some reason, he’s reluctant to be offed this evening. My initial guess is that he’s none too fond of me, but he communicates through the mama that he’s free the following night, and even asks me before I leave what time I’m dropping in tomorrow for him, so perhaps I’m not a complete ogre. Mama recommends another boy, Boy. Yes, that is indeed his real name.. Boy has a great smile, so I’m won over. “Straight, but can smoke”, I’m told. We go out for supper at the all-night Thai-Chinese place next door, where one can get braised duck at 1.30 am in the morning!! Praise be to the gods. Boy hails from a town in the south of Laos, and has been working in Pattaya for about a year, or slightly less than. Back at the hotel, the purported straightness of these boys is once again, I find, belied by their reaction to another male body in bed. After he leaves, I sit on the balcony and have a puff and listen to one of my favourite tunes, Carole King's "It's Too Late", and think about ex-lovers, and good times and bad.
Tonight, I’m off to see Dao. Wish me luck, folks. 


 
 

I had arranged my airbnb from day 2, so in the morning I head out to go meet the host and pickup my keys. The room is ok I guess, but I’m starting to wonder who got the idea of misleading sizes in their photos first, grindr or Airbnb. Not to worry, it has a bed, a washing machine and a friendly security guard at the front.
My second arrangement for the day was due to catch his flight from hometown into BKK that afternoon, he is a non-mb in the traditional sense and someone I’ve known for a couple of years now. The expectation from him is generally gifts in exchange for BFE. He stayed with me for about a week and well, I guess his actual boyfriend in farangland may have caught on (to me or one of the others he runs off with) because there was some significant mood change and not much action after day 2 after some private phone calls happened. I got the real BFE from then on, no sex just me buying dinner every night.
As the arrangement had stopped meeting my expectations the gifts stopped. I did of course still enjoy this time with him, we did a bit of restaurant hopping and markets and things, nothing too exciting or noteworthy but always nice to have pleasant company and a translator with a cute smile.  Eventually after his planned trip is over, I get him back to BKK airport and he’s on a flight back to farangland to live happily ever after with visa sponsor #1.
Off to the Apple store to get a replacement airpod, 2500 baht and a few minutes of dodging tables of people touching the new colour ‘same same but different’ phone and I’m out of there into torrential downpours. Oh, this is the rainy season I’ve heard so much about. I’m not one to wade through floodwaters so I spent the night inside wondering what could have been if I decided to outbid the farangland bf, not at the very start of my trip was my conclusion. I should wait at least 2 weeks before I fall in love with ‘definitely not’ a moneyboy again.
I need a good cleanse from all this relationship drama being near me, so I’m off to Pattaya to indulge in some long cigarettes, survey the financial market for investments and see what falls in my lap. Next update sometime soon
 

"when you come back bb"
"come see me soon krap"
"new iphone come out darling, can you buy me my phone break"
The waiting back home for the next trip is always the worst, with loving messages of past flings sporadically appearing in Line, they must really miss me. Lucky for me the wait is over and i'm back in the thick of it once again, dodging the guys I should've known better to avoid in the first place while chasing down the new and shiny ones that will soon become the former.
This report will be breaking some of my own rules, after one previous live report was shown to a guy i was with, i told myself i will never do a live report again.. but here we are, so if you ever feel the urge to show my ramblings to anyone.. just don't! i've got enough headaches in my life. I'm going to do my best to protect the identities of myself and my acquaintances, let's all play nice and respect that.
I'm going to be adding to this report over the next few months, how long, i still don't know because i've quit my job and decided i'll go spend time travelling around SEA as long as I want/need/can. I'm here for twinks, relaxation, food and sights.. in that order.
I’m posting in the Thailand forum, but it will venture out into the unknown at a later date.
 
--- Start of Bangkok ---
Window shades up, tray tables locked, seats in upright positions.. there will be no further safety instruction, here i go.
I had been dealing with a whirlwind of issues before my departure date which saw me flying around my home country for the days before I was set to embark on my longest ever trip, the stress of it all and flights to and fro really messed with my ability to plan this trip. So there i was about to check-in to my Thai Airways direct to BKK without a plan or even an onward flight booking, while waiting in queue i quickly book a flight to Cambodia for 29 days later. ok that should get me past immigration, turns out my Thai airways check-in agent asked if i had an onward flight, but just took my word for it and no one ever asked to see it. 
Thai airways is a solid 8/10 carrier as usual, older planes but service is good and the food was better than i remembered. My only real issue was one of my own doing, i dropped the left airpod out of my ear mid-flight and rather than waking the seatmate next to me i decided to search for it when we land. well, when we landed it was nowhere to be found even with the help of several flight attendants. 
So i'm day one into my trip with half a set of headphones, a pocket full of baht and no clue.

I activate my AIS eSIM (900baht for 5G 30 days/50GB), for reference the comparable AIS SIM at the airport booth i spotted was 2000 baht. I already had baht in my wallet from my last trip so i head down to the taxis and onward to Le Meridien.
First order of business, massage.
I did the Surawong lap, down through the Tawan dogleg and past nineteen. Lots of bums on seats and offers but none that really caught my eye. I decided to head back to one of the mixed male/female shops where there was a guy that could meet my needs in low light conditions. 
Note: now before i tell this story, be aware that i know there were multiple junctures where i could have changed the outcome... i know this.. i am as the french would say Le Idiote (i dont know french). 
I approach the massage shop up to the guy of my interest and the mamasam (i assume) intervenes and asks if i want massage, well yes, I say and point at 60 minutes oil massage while looking and smiling toward the guy i like. she says 'follow me', off i go expecting him to tail in behind me, I pay my 600 baht at the register and right after I've paid I look behind me to discover a Shrek lookalike had followed me in... oh bother. 
I am far too polite to reject this poor lad grinning at me from ear to ear after i had just paid right in front of him, ladyboy mamasan had disappeared  shouting something toward the front of the store the second after i paid, i'm standing there shell shocked while Shrek stomps up the stairs. Ok, suck it up... it's just a massage, maybe he won't try anything, at least his hands look strong.. reassuring myself as i sheepishly creak up the stairs.

I shower in the piss smelling washroom, wrap the towel around my waist and walk towards the curtained 'room' with Shrek guarding the stairs so i can't make a run for it (presumably). Ok face first into the massage bed and out comes the oil, enough oil to fill a tanker evading sanctions, but at least the massage was strong. The reach under didn't take long, oh no, i press my pelvis against the bed, he starts rubbing his (thankfully clothed) dick against my arm and hands as i try to tuck my arms closer into my body... the hints just aren't reaching.
The turn... well, it was inevitable at this point. I close my eyes and do everything in my mental power to remain soft to not encourage this any further (the places my mind had to go will remain unsaid), the thought does cross my mind if this has moved into assault territory as my balls are getting fondled for a good 5 minutes, but let's not dwell on it, I knew what i'm getting myself into by not backing out earlier. I am successful against all attempts from him to make me hard so he can offer the extras, clenched my eyes closed and let out a little sigh of relief when he gave up. Time to shower the buckets of oil off me, it doesn't work, the oil is immune to water and soap, i'm a baby penguin after and oil spill.
I return to the room and he's gone, i guess he didn't want to stick around to see if i would tip (i was going to give him something small as a gesture of good will). i go downstairs and put my shoes on, grit my teeth through a smile to the mamasan then go straight to 7/11 to buy a packet of cigarettes.
I need to process this so i headed to the safety of the highly regarded foodland restaurant, on my way a cute waiter tout outside one of the bars grabs at my arm but the oil.. his hand can't get a good grip as i tell him 'not tonight sorry'. What a sight i must have been, half wet hair, covered in oil, cigarette hanging from my mouth, pale and wide eyed like i've just seen a car crash. 
I eat my chicken cashew, shaking my head, exhausted... what a start to my trip, surely it's going to get better from here

I like 3rd one in preliminary video the best. Agree with Peter they should wear number or other identifying sign but lack of it may be by design.
Greater variety would be nice but I guess they  selected contestants with chance of winning.

Hercule Vinapu Poirot finds the culprit again. 

Day 7
 we woke  up at 6 and after short wrestling session and shower went for breakfast. That early I expected hotel restaurant to be empty and to my surprise it was almost full.
 Back in the room I tipped him. He did not seem to be happy, not that I was stingy. He likely noticed I’m surprised with his reaction so put himself together and said ‘thank you Buddha”. That’s better I thought. Problem with occasional over generous tip is that some  guys expect it to be permanent fixture and that was likely a case.
Today MA and me have tourist program – visit  at GMMTV , producer of so many BL series headquarters in Ratachada. We went there by subway. There;s whole procedure before admission to gift shop on 30 something floor. We were told to leave passports  on reception before we could enter elevator.
Gift shop was mobbed by Asian girls so we both were bit out of place but they were [patiently waiting when we were browsing screens with memorial trinkets they offer for sale . At end of day nothing took our fancy but it was fun.
 Then we had coffee in Starbucks in the lobby , there were dozens of fans camping there hoping to catch the glimpse of one of their stars I guess.
 Then we parted ways. I went to Rama IX Central nearby on hunting mission. One of my most favorite guys of all times , M from Senso is hairdresser in one of shops there. I tried to spot him previously but did not succeed and neither I did today. Hope dies last though, it’s always next time !  
Upon return to the room and it was already 3 pm I was surprised it was not cleaned yet but I went to XOne to change some money and when I returned it was already tidied.
This afternoon I have meeting with guy I met by chance in one of previous trips who is not a guy from the scene. We talked occasionally from time to time . Last time we talked , one of us , I don’t remember who , suggested we should have dinner together one day . Today was the day. Kao is his name or at least it’s how he wants me to call him.
I did not have any expectancies but was very curious to see if something more than talk and meal together  comes out of it.
He arrived on the dot at 5 as agreed.  If this trip proved something it was that most boys are very punctual and  on time contrary to what some slanderous farangs may say.
To break the ice we went to place across hotel with some stalls and had some Lao craft beer there. When subject of something more substantial came he suggested meal in  Sizzler on Silom. I liked idea although I don’t usually dine there but few years ago had birthday meal at the place with two other boys in tow.
 Surprisingly he suggested we walk there, so much about Thai guys being reluctant to walk. Reason given was even more endearing ‘ we will have more time to talk” ( his English is good conversational although he admitted he speaks tongue but doesn’t write it). That was a good sign no doubt.
 He was visibly reluctant to order as prices there are quite high but I made it easy for him “ do you want that steak?” , ‘too expensive “ , ‘ ok, one for you , one for me “.
 But I liked fact that he was trying not to take advantage of being treated. Best part came when we were considering drinks ‘ I have a juice, we can buy some beers at 7/11 and  drink  it in your room “ .
Hearing it I thought I just have a stroke as it was something I was afraid even to dream about , him in my room , whoa !!!
Nasty surprise came when we went to settle  a bill. Not it’s size ( 2045 , not  a cheap place I told you ) but fact they don’t take  a cash. .
Normally I don’ use plastic when I travel unless not given a choice and in Thailand I don’t even carry cards with me , keeping them in safe box. I like cash. If Guardian Angel did not suggest I take wallet with me just in case I wouldn’t. If I did not it were so embarrassing.
I generally boycott places refusing to take cash and now I’m even more inclined to boycott them so likely it was my last visit at Sizzler Silom in this life for that very reason. Uff !
So we did as planned , stocked up on beer at 7/11 near hotel and went straight to the room.
 Yes,  we drank all that beer and had very nice conversation and yes, as evening was unfolding we slowly but surely  become bit more closer and closer  but that’s nobody’s business. From what I thought it will be sober and well behaved evening it turned out to be quite romantic and interesting one even if two things were excluded by Kao from the menu – kiss and long time.
  Not that he was in rush to go , I was trying to use fact that he drunk quite a bit to keep him here even pointing to the fact that there’s  bed in bedroom a but also sofa in the living room but he was firm “ I drive slowly and will sleep at home “.
 So around midnight I decided I let him go, I did not want him to get too drunk. We already agreed to met on another day this trip.
 It was one thing I  was not sure how to handle not to create any offense to such great guy. You got it – should I tip or not. I decided to abandon any pretense of diplomacy and asked straight away “ can I give you some money?” to get an answer “ of course”. So I did.
Long live Thailand where casual conversation may lead to such great afternoon and evening I thought when he closed door.

@Bravo- "i love how arena has a unique vibe. I would describe it as oily, sweaty, mechanic, gym vibe. This aint a romantic boyfriend restaurant. Your shirtless oiled up car mechanic is here to pound you and you say yes sir and pay him anyway."
What am apt description!

Where would the Thailand news be without @vinapu and his numerous posts, and then @Olddaddy with his hundreds of threads? Two guys devoted to keeping the forums going. Kudos!

Since the financial crisis in 2008 we have been living through one of the most difficult investment environments in my life.
Responding to the GFC the Fed, ECB and PBOC pumped out money and lowered interest rates, which saved the banks and the LBOs but made it very difficult for savers to earn a living income from low risk bonds. So people put more of their savings into higher risk assets.
However, the lower interest rates and greater liquidity lead to asset valuations rising to speculative levels.
Then, just as the Fed was beginning to gradually and judiciously unwind the situation we get clobbered over and over again by alternating waves of stupidity and misfortune.
Trump begins it by disrupting trade, leading to higher prices which risk higher inflation expectations. Then Trump cuts taxes pro-cyclically, pumping more liquidity into the system when the Fed is trying to reduce it. When you are sitting on the largest stock of base money as a % of GDP since the financing of WWII, you do not do things which might awaken inflation expectations.
Then Covid hits and (i) sends prices higher by disrupting supply chains and normal demand patterns and (ii) causes the Fed, the ECB and the PBOC to pump even more liquidity in and lower interest rates to close to 0. US base money, already at the highest % of GDP since the financing of WWI goes stratospheric. It is no longer possible to live off the yield on less risky bonds and asset valuations climb again.
Finally, the combination of massive liquidity, zero rates and rising prices from supply chain disruptions wake inflation from its thirty years of slumber and the Fed, the ECB and the PBOC, staring at the specter of inflation 1970s style, jam the brakes on and begin what turns out to be the most rapid rise in interest rates-relative-to-the-starting-point seen in anyone’s lifetime.
Investors get whipsawed as the value of both bonds and equities falls.
But that’s not all folks!
It turns out that V. Putin has a Dream of Legacy so moronic and out-of-step with reality that it beggars belief.
And also beggars us as it adds further supply chain disruptions and an oil price shock.
Now inflation is out of bed and at the bar knocking back the bourbon.
People get another whipsawing as rates rise and consumer prices accelerate away from earnings.
Right now I have no idea where to invest. The valuation of equities is still high – the P/E ratio of the S&P is around 25 versus an historical average of 16 – and inflation and further rate increases are still a risk.
My only solution is to (i) work more and (ii) spend less. Spending much less and saving much more.
I have seen genteel poverty. To escape its death-by-one-thousand-cuts-of-dreariness-and-embarrassment much older friends here recently downsized to Florida. I want no part of it.
I told Bangkok Guy I need to make more money to retire.
His very sincere response was ‘Not problem, when you no make money anymore I work and make money for us’.
He is very sweet and sincere. I am lucky to be in caring hands. Alas, those hands are not capable of making enough to cover my martini bill, LOL.
Mine own hands need to get busy.