CallMeLee

I'm stoked to hear that you had a pleasant experience at S'sense. I may sound like a broken record but it's one of those few places that you can have a proper massage and fun extras at the same time. I think the massage package you chose required a room change. It can be a bit of a hassle so I recommend choosing a different one next time. The menu will specify if there's a room change involved. Mr. S (the owner who's an eye candy as well) specified that minimum tip for body to body is 900. So I always used that as a guide and add more depending on level of extra fun provided. I would say you tipped at the high end but as long as you left happy and satisfied.... that's what matters!

Thanks. I hope so too but not in any romantic manner. One reason why I favour the "paid scene" is the inherent expectation of it being straightforward and purely transactional. I brought up Jake's odd behavior the following day, asking why he seemed off the previous night. He mentioned feeling excluded and unsure about how to handle the situation (what to do, where to go) if I decided to bring Nai back to the hotel. It made sense, and as a host (technically he was my guest), I should have been more considerate of that.

From your description we seem to be referring to the same person. Even the way the older one actively hustles both onstage and off stage sounds spot on. So sorry to hear that the encounter was a rip-off though.

Part 5 After capping off Friday night unexpectedly earlier than planned, we found ourselves waking up way too early and after a quick uneventful breakfast, Jake suggested that we take advantage of the weekend and explore Chatuchak Market. Not my usual preference but I thought why not. Taking the BTS, Jake and I alighted at Mo Chit Station, and as we make our way through the sweltering Mid morning heat, I started to doubt if I made the right choice. The sprawling market stretched out before us, overflowing with stalls selling everything from clothing and accessories to handicrafts and souvenirs ---- and I must say that the variety of goods are a bit different from what you'll see in Pratunam or similar areas with quite a number of Thailand made items as well which can make the trip worth the effort. The sheer variety of products on offer was overwhelming, and it was easy to lose track of time amidst the labyrinth of alleys and vendors. But as the day wore on and the sun beat down mercilessly, the heat became unbearable. Desperate for relief, we sought refuge in a nearby massage shop, enticed not just by the promise of relaxation but primarily the coolness of the air conditioning. We settled into comfy chairs side by side, grateful for the break from the scorching heat while getting our feet massaged. As the skilled masseuses worked their magic on our tired muscles, I closed my eyes and let myself sink into a blissful relaxation. Meanwhile, Jake, sitting beside me, couldn't seem to resist grabbing and playing with my hand. At first, I felt a bit self-conscious about Jake's affectionate gestures in public, but as the massage relaxed me more and more, I let go of my worries and simply enjoyed the moment. As we continued our exploration of the market, I found myself impressed with Jake's natural charm and talent when it came to haggling. Unlike me, who often felt awkward negotiating prices, Jake effortlessly struck up conversations with vendors, his friendly demeanor and easy banter making it seem like a game. Thanks to his skills, we scored some great deals and found ourselves lugging a good haul without burning holes in my pocket. Feeling lazy to walk back to BTS, we took a bolt taxi going back to the hotel. We both fell asleep in the middle of the traffic with me managing to wake up a few minutes before reaching the hotel. We then went straight to the shower to wash the market off us and had food delivered for dinner. By 9 pm, we had finally regained enough energy to venture back to Silom. Hailing a taxi, I decided to give Banana Club another chance. Despite its lackluster performance last time, I am willing to give it another shot. As we arrived, the familiar atmosphere greeted us, but this time, there seemed to be a promising increase in the number of guys. Inside, the ambiance was lively, with the performers putting on a show that was far more entertaining than our previous visit. I counted fifteen guys this time, a significant improvement from the mere four from before. The energy in the club was positive, and we found ourselves enjoying the experience much more than anticipated. However, I couldn't help but notice a "flaw" in Banana Club's layout. The curtain door allowed potential customers to peek inside before deciding whether to enter or not. This resulted in numerous customers walking away without even stepping foot inside, which wasn't good for business - although good for clients. One particular guy caught my attention. He's both beefy and cute, and he stood out from the rest. Impulsively, I handed him a pink bill, only to have the eager Papasan assume I wanted him to join us. Not wanting to embarrass the guy, who introduced himself as Nai from Myanmar, I went along with it. Despite his limited English, Nai was incredibly friendly and eager to engage in conversation. Moments later he will have his arms around me while watching the show. However, this unexpected turn of events seems to have created a slight tension between me and Jake (or it could just be my imagination). The usual chatty him has now been reduced to one word cold responses. Attempting to diffuse the situation, I promised Nai that I would see him again soon, generously tipping him before sending him back to the stage. Exiting the club, I knew I needed to address the awkwardness between Jake and me. Suggesting we grab dessert somewhere, I attempted to lighten the mood. Gradually, Jake's chatty demeanor returned, and we found ourselves wandering the streets of Silom aimlessly. As we waited for a taxi, Jake asked why I didn't off Nai. Playfully, I deflected his question, hinting at the intimacy of our previous night and how I prefer that instead. He laughed, pulled me into a hug, planting a kiss on my neck. In that moment, I felt a rush of conflicting emotions. While part of me relished the affection, another part recognized the need to address whatever this thing is between us before they spiraled out of control.

Hi. So sorry to miss this question. Bar off fee is 500. Since you will be going during Songkran, I would expect payment to the guys to be on the higher end. I always avoid visiting during Songkran so maybe some forumers will be able to shed light on boy fee during this season.

The last time I offed someone from Jupiter was way back when they were still located in Surawong area. I never failed to visit the place at least once during my trips but never really felt the motivation to off. Also, unlike other bars, their guys don't wear a number so identifying them as they zoom past (mind you they work the stage with such speed!) is a challenge. Any explanation why they chose not to have a number system?

Part 4 After breakfast, T left me with an invitation to join him in his birthday celebration with friends. I smiled and replied, saying I would try but wasn't very sure since I had friends coming over. I suggested we could go out after his birthday. He seemed satisfied with my answer, and so was I. Part of me suspected that I would end up spending a substantial amount if I went, and it would be awkward to be a stranger among his friends during the birthday party. As I busied myself with work, housekeeping auntie cleaned up my room. Meanwhile, I received constant SMS updates from Jake, letting me know where he was on his flight. The last message was a selfie with the airport pickup staff holding a paper with his name. I chuckled at his enthusiasm. Later, he would express how he felt like a VIP seeing his name held up at the airport, appreciating the experience of airport pickup I arranged. It was another realization of how mundane things for some could be a source of delight for others. About an hour later, Jake arrived, beaming with smiles, and we exchanged a big hug. Despite my initial worries about feeling awkward, the first few hours turned out to be pleasant. We went to a cafe for his brunch and my second coffee, continuing our conversation. By midday, I asked him what he would like to do next. He smiled mischievously and suggested going back to take a shower. I supported the idea, and soon we found ourselves showering together and more. Due to the scorching weather and his early flight, we decided to relax in the room and take a nap, waiting for Bangkok to cool down. Around 4p.m., we took a Grab taxi to Siam Paragon to enjoy coffee and people-watch. We indulged in a massage and then headed to Surawong for an early dinner. After dinner, we found ourselves at Starbucks in Montien. As I sipped my fourth and hopefully last coffee of the night, Jake asked me which bar I would like to go to. Although I had no prior plans to visit any bars while with him, I decided to finally try Sol bar since he asked. If it turned out to be disappointing, at least I would have someone to share the disappointment with. As we navigated through the space, the tables and chairs proved to be a precarious obstacle course. The small leaner tables, each paired with two high chairs, appeared as if they might topple over with the slightest nudge. Even without any alcohol in our systems, we found ourselves teetering on the edge of disaster as we attempted to find stable seating. It was clear that the furniture was ill-suited for this type of place. Despite the less-than-ideal seating arrangements, our attention was soon drawn to the stage where a performance was midway. However, any anticipation we had quickly dissipated as the show unfolded. The performers seemed disinterested, going through the motions without any genuine enthusiasm. While I'm not particularly a connoisseur of bar boy performances, one particular attempt at a BDSM show at Sol bar left much to be desired. As the performance unfolded, it descended into what can only be described as a cringe-inducing spectacle. Towards the conclusion, it appeared more like a guy being awkwardly thrashed with a makeshift whip fashioned from a black pool noodle. Jake's discomfort was obvious as he repeatedly buried his face on my shoulder, and it was evident that nobody in the audience was truly enjoying the display. The climax of the performance, featuring the supposedly dominator blowing several sticks of candles off and pretending to shove it down the other guys arse, prompted me to make the decision to end our evening and settle our bills. Sadly, Sol bar fell short of providing even the bare minimum of we had hoped for. Even Jake, who usually found enjoyment in most experiences, appeared visibly unimpressed. With a sense of resignation, I made the decision to cut our losses and call it a night. Outside the bar, Jake's mixture of cringing and laughter mirrored my own bemusement. A few days later, I will have a chat with the Papasan at Screwboys who mentioned that Sol's owner is from Malaysia and is not familiar with the Bangkok scene. What the Papasan said next totally captures the current Sol bar - "they don't know how to make gay customers happy". I really hope they will be able to turn this around and improve in the future. At the end of the day, the more decent choices us clients have, the better. Meanwhile, we decided to stop by 7-11 to buy some supplies and drinks. Reflecting on the disappointing show, Jake suggested we go home, where he promised to put on a better show for me ------ And I can gladly report that he did!

There's a genre of porn specific to that. It may work for others but not for me ---- I just wouldn't be able to enjoy and shake off the fact in my head that they are brothers! 😂

And I forgot to add that T introduced me to another younger brother as we step out of 7-11. It's at that point I started to suspect and look for camera hovering somewhere as this scenario just screams plot for reality tv porn. 😂

Part 3 With just one day left before Jake's arrival, I decided to take things easy since he seems to have some plans and places he would like to see. One smart move on my part —I made sure to bring up the topic of compensation in advance this time around. However, his response was a bit unclear. He seemed to think that me handling everything for the next three days would suffice. He mentioned wanting to enjoy Bangkok without the hassle of worrying about MB work and finding clients. While it sounded reasonable, deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that I ought to do something in return when he leaves. I woke up and spent a few hours responding to emails and checking on the progress of work back home. Mates always nag me about not being able to relax and disconnect properly. But I think that investing time to stay on top of things now prevents a mountain of stress later on post vacation. Plus, it ensures that my vacation doesn't eat into all my leave credits, leaving me with nothing for the future. This approach has served me well so far, though I guess everyone has their own way of doing things. When my stomach started rumbling, I decided to call it a day and went out for lunch. I stumbled upon a Chinese noodle house near McDonald's on Silom Rd. It turned out to be a poor choice—the service was cold and indifferent. Despite being customer number two at that time, I felt completely ignored by the four staff. I took the initiative to grab a menu myself, but when I sat down, the waiter pointed to a QR code on the table and swiftly walked away. The code led me to a Thai website, leaving me to fend for myself. Hungry and frustrated, I opted for McDonald's next door to fill up. Problem solved, albeit in a less exciting way. With my hunger satisfied, I made my way to Green Massage for a foot massage. They tried to upsell me to a full-body massage, but I declined, citing my recent meal and the potential mess they may need to mop off. A foot massage there is always a delight, and I've never left disappointed. It's also a perfect way to kill time before catching the boy show next block. Later in the evening, I found myself at Arena in Silom Plaza. It wasn't high on my list of places to visit prior to this trip, but recent events with Tawan made this visit compelling. Not much seemed to have changed—the atmosphere, the process, and the quality of masseurs all remained consistent. Yet, it still seemed to be the go-to spot for meeting Tawan-like guys, at least for the time being. As night fell, I headed over to Screwboys, which was quickly becoming my favorite spot. Their current selection was on point, and I couldn't resist checking it out. One boy caught my attention. Not my usual type but his overall playful demeanour onstage and how he vibes with other guys looks entertaining. I quickly signalled to invite him to sit with me which he smilingly obliged. T as he introduced himself is from Vietnam - he also mentioned that it will be his birthday in three days. I nodded politely which he interpreted that I don't believe him. He then whipped out his phone and showed me a photo of his passport. I smiled and asked if he would like a drink. T seems eager to secure business as he instantly became touchy and leading my hand to explore various parts of his body. A few moments later, we were kissing like we are the only people in the room. This left me a bit embarassed as I am personally not a fan of public displays like this. I asked him if he would like a second drink. He responded saying that will it be alright if his brother can join us and have that drink instead. Min joined us and minutes later was doing the same routine as T. I really couldn't complain being flanked and alternately kissed by two gorgeous guys. I was shocked to learn though that they are actual brothers (as per T: "mother, father same same "). I can't even process the fact that they both would like to spend the night. At the end, I politely declined the proposition. I just can't wrap my head around that kind of scenario. It eventually ended with me and T marching out and doing a 7-11 pitstop. In the counter, T handed me a 100 baht note since he purchased a pack of ciggies. I appreciated the gesture but made it a point to add it to his tip. At the hotel, we had a lively discussion over microwaved food and he's just a chatterbox talking about his life in Bangkok and his family in Vietnam. I prefer not to participate much in this type of conversation as these can be potentially used later for financial help requests. But T have a very animated and entertaining way of storytelling that I can't help but to engage. We then showered together and things started to heat up again. Initially, I was concerned that his over the top touchy and flirty gestures in the bar is just for show to convince clients for an off - but he remained consistent all throughout. We had a quick shower, a bit more chat and a few minutes later, told him that Jetlag is calling me. He pulled me closer to his chest, kissed me in the forehead and said our goodnights.

The rates for the massage and minimum tips for extras will be discussed via Line. From experience, the masseur will be asking what extra you are interested in before the session begins.

Part 2 Writing this trip report has proven to be quite the challenge. Balancing daily activities with the need to have fun, reflect on experiences, and put thoughts to paper has left me significantly behind schedule. Upon returning to my hotel from Hotmale , I was eagerly looking forward to succumbing to the embrace of jetlag-induced sleep. However, my hopes were dashed as I discovered that my room was plagued by an annoying noise coming from the balcony, which to my horror ,housed the condenser units of adjacent rooms. I endured the disturbance for the night and approached the hotel staff the next day. Thankfully, they promptly assigned me a much quieter and better room. Having to repack and move was a hassle given that I have nested a fair bit with my stuff already scattered everywhere in the room. Once settled in my new room, I received a message from Jake, a Philipino MB I met from a previous trip. Given this trip is unplanned, it turned out that he'll be in Bangkok as well but with friends and a week later than my arrival. We agreed to have his incoming flight rebooked so that we can meet for a few days before he set off with his mates. Too much drama with this rebooking as I can't use my credit card to pay. Jake said that in Manila, sometimes the airline will look for the card used to pay for the flight during check-in. And he can be deplaned if he's not able to produce it. Still I can't see the logic . Must be an anti fraud thing Deciding to fill my time, I ventured to Platinum Mall in search of souvenirs and treats to bring back home. Although the mall's offerings remained largely unchanged, I managed to find a few trinkets and enjoy a meal at the Foodcourt on the top floor. Opting for a change of pace, I hopped on the BTS to Saphan Kwai station and decided to try out 15M. I was asked to remove my footwear before climbing up the second level. I was expecting to be given slippers at this point but was shocked to learn that I will be barefoot the entire time. Some masseurs are in the reception and while I am browsing the menu, noted how much photo enhancement were done to the photos they send to clients. Generally I found the massage experience to be underwhelming, questioning the value of opting for the longer 1.5-hour session as the quality seemed lacking. As evening approached, I made my way to Dreamboys, only to notice a significant reduction in the lineup compared to my previous visit. Disheartened by the sparse lineup and boring atmosphere, I made a swift exit, seeking a livelier alternative. I then marched straight to Screwboys, where I encountered many familiar faces missing from Dreamboys. It was a full on contingent on a small cramped stage. I was pleased to spot Mai among the performers, his boyish and manly charm is always a welcome sight. Among the performers, I invited and struck up a conversation with Boy, a Vietnamese who used to work at dreamboys, who surprisingly remembered our previous encounter (complete with details!)After enjoying the show, I proposed spending more time together, although Boy expressed his fatigue (not enough sleep for two days) and suggested a short time. I responded saying that I am in the same situation as him and may be asleep way before he did. We agreed, settled my bill and made our way to the hotel.

The story I heard from two different sources (a mamasan and a bar boy from two different clubs) is that the owner got addicted playing baccarat in Cambodia. Lost heaps of $$$ and can't afford protection money anymore hence the police raid. No idea how reliable this version is though.

Their location is a 15 minute walk from where I am staying. I will try to squeeze this in my itinerary and let you guys know how it went.

I think the Thai Ministry of Tourism should toss this forum a commission for all the spur-of-the-moment trips it inspires. I mean, who wouldn't feel a twinge of envy and rush to book a trip after scrolling through those Thailand adventures and tips written here? So, there I was, bitten by the travel bug, and voila! ------ found myself booking an unplanned trip to the land of smiles. Touching down in Bangkok after a longer than usual stopover in Taiwan, I braced myself for the infamous immigration snake lines. But despite the full queues, every counter was promptly manned, and I breezed through. Maybe because cause of the build up in immigration, baggage claim took less than a minute, thanks to my luck and eagle eyes spotting my luggage as soon as I approached the carousel. Sorted out some cash and a SIM card, then off to my pre-booked pickup. As I got whisked off from my pickup point, I was hit with that warm, unmistakable Bangkok air, making me buzz with excitement and giddiness for the adventures ahead. Hotel check-in was expected to be a breeze, yet I found myself low-key panicking as my card repeatedly acted up declining the transaction. It finally dawned on me that I had forgotten to adjust the low maximum spend setting—a habit whenever I travel. The allocated room seemed reasonable initially, but its issues became apparent later. After showering off my jetlag, I hailed a taxi for my pre-booked appointment at S'sense Spa in Suan Plu. Knott was still at the spa and appeared delighted to see me. Upon asking if he really remember me, he promptly identified me by removing my socks pointing at my ankle tattoo, a gesture that left me both shocked and impressed. The quality of my session with Knott, both massage and cheeky extras, remained consistently good as I remembered. This explains my choice of S'sense as my first stop—a reassuring and safe start to the trip, saving the fun experimentation, risks, and disappointments for later. Following purchase of supplies and stocking the fridge, jetlag began to rear its ugly head. Nevertheless, I resolved to push through and explore Silom. To my disappointment, Tawan remained shuttered, prompting me to wax nostalgic reminiscing nights spent there, particularly recalling that going to Tawan was my first foray into Silom nightlife. My first ever off was with Tawan's hunky Lek, given my hotel was close by (the now defunct Glitz). Although tempted to inquire about familiar faces nearby, shyness prevailed, fearing potential embarrassment if they were not from Tawan. I strolled towards Hotmale, noted a familiar performance and lineup except for a cute, smiling hunk whom I promptly invited to join me. He's from Myanmar and only been working there for four months. He has a very sweet and friendly demeanour. Being a rookie, he seems to be very dependent on translation apps. I typically don't mind language barriers, often finding them endearing and cute. But given my fatigue from travel and jetlag, I decided to listen to my body and give tonight a pass. I bid him farewell with a bit generous tip, sincerely promising to return. And that, folks, is how I ended up with no off on my first night in Bangkok!

Hi Tom. I will try to resurrect my old clunky "Thai phone" and see if I can find his details. Alternatively, Grindr will be your friend. I'm heading to BKK in a couple of weeks time (totally @vinapu's fault. Lol). Maybe we'll bump into each other during our Silom rounds. From experience, masseurs prefer not to cum during a session in order not to jeopardize possible sessions that day. They may also charge extra if you ask them to. I have few sessions that the masseurs voluntarily climaxed - and all of these sessions occurred late at night. Maybe they want to release before clocking out of work ☺️

Thank you for the awesome trip report @vinapu! I was so jealous I booked an unplanned trip for next month.... 🤭😁

Agree. My non- local WhatsApp number gave me away. Any idea what's the tariff range at the moment?

I exchanged WhatsApp messages with a few guys in soytuyo and they were quoting between 80-100 USD.

Predominantly twinks/borderline twunks?

Now that you mentioned it ---- even during my visits, none of the Tawan guys I chatted with talked about that upstairs short time room that they also use for massage.

Post trip reflections. Highlights - S'sense is a big winner and a pleasant discovery for this trip. I always tend to go to a no hanky panky spa for a decent massage and then visit another place in search of the fun extras. I am delighted that from experience, both elements are present in S'sense. I always make it a point to avoid recommending a specific guy as experiences and individual connection can vary. However, I would recommend Knott just for his massage skills alone. - Hotmale is another surprise. I am pleased that I gave this place a second chance after a lack lustre experience from my first visit. - My meetups through apps have been consistently pleasant during this trip. While this mode takes heaps of time and effort to weed out time wasters and dodgy characters, it can be worth it. My meetups with non Thailand based MBs thru the app is a new Bangkok experience for me. - Tawan is always a highlight. The unpretentious ,relaxed and friendly atmosphere is something other boy bars are not able to duplicate. - Kman Spa. Another notable discovery this trip. Worth the effort getting there. Looking forward to explore the other establishments in the Saphan Kwai area next time. - LTs: maybe because of the lean season, securing LTs are not as difficult compared to previous experience pre pandemic. Most guys are also not in a hurry to go home the next morning. Maybe it's just my luck this time. Lowlights - Banana bar just didn't tick any of my boxes this time. I'm not sure if its unusual but they only had four performers rotating the whole time I was there. People will take a peek by the door and will instantly walk off. - Fresh boys is always a lowlight for me but I always end up visiting at least once every trip. The lack of subtlety on the part of waiters and Mamasans when asking for tips and drinks can be irritating. I mean asking for tips/drinks within the first minute of conversation? - AirBnB: given its legal status in Thailand, I always second guess and brace myself everytime I bring a boy back. The apartment I rented have posted notices and banners saying that the building is strictly for residential use and not for short rental like air bnb. The notices were written in a way that the renters can get into trouble if they don't report this to building management. But again, this is Thailand. While I didn't have any issues during my previous stay, I'll stick to the usual tried and tested Silom hotels next time. - Jupiter: as advised, I will try to ignore the ice cold standoffish behaviour of the guys next time. I might be in for a surprise. - Dreamboys is a mixed bag for me. While their new place is a definite improvement, both my visits didn't result to an off. Not crossing this off my list and will give it a try next time. Compared from my visit last year, things are really looking very positive. There seems to be no remnants of the pandemic and Silom / Surawong area is bustling with most establishments back to operating till late night / early morning. Overall, this 12 day experience have been pleasant with no major dramatics with any of my off. Fingers crossed it will be like this next time. Thank you for reading my reports and hopefully this will be of help to you guys for your next trip. I am looking forward reading your future reports too!

Hey! Just came back from a work trip but here's Days 11-12. Post trip reflections to follow. 😁 Days 11-12 I woke up with Tee still sound asleep. I tried to carefully wiggle out and move his legs off me but he instinctively pulled me back that I could feel his gentle snoring and his robust morning wood. "Not yet", I told myself. I may be a horn dog but at the moment, my body is craving for caffeine more than anything else. He's already awake when I stepped out of the shower. When I asked what he wants to eat for breakfast, he smiled and pointed at my phone which is good as I'm feeling lazy being out anyway. He ordered rice porridge while I opted for croissants, cold cuts and mangoes delivered. The croissant was surprisingly semi-fresh and Tee seemed to enjoy devouring two ham and cheese croissants I made. We chatted a bit more with him telling his story on how he survived the pandemic including how he got back into shape. He also talked about his experiences being in the trade and some weird experiences and requests he receives from customers. This made me cringe thinking what story he will be telling his mates about me. After a while, Tee stood up and motioned he's going to the shower. He removed the towel from his waist and draped it over his shoulder. "Come with me?" he asked. He's already hard down there. While I already showered and know this might be a ploy to extract more tip, this is one of those tricks I really don't mind falling into! By mid afternoon, I decided to book Knott at S'sense. I was tempted to check if the Prince spa (also in Suan Plu) is open but given I'm at the tail end of my trip, I decided to play it safe. Knott instantly recognised me and was smiling as he lead me up that endless flight of stairs. I'm happy to report that the experience with him was consistent, if not, better than the last time. I chose to spend my last night in Tawan. The Uncle hastily led me in and have me seated inside (no more disclaimer from him about BDSM boy show!). I saw Tun busy chatting with a couple of customers. After a few minutes, I was approached by one bar boy, shook my hands and asked if he can sit with me. BDSM show is not really my thing but I tried to enjoy and amuse myself with random stuff while watching. The clincher for me that night was one performance where they apparently intend to put a nipple clamp on one performer. However, rather than an actual nipple clamp, they improvised and used a large clothespin instead. The fact that both clampds are coloured pastel purple made me chuckle a bit. While I'm enjoying the show, I'm struggling to feel any sort of spark with the guy seated next to me. I think it's because he jumped the gun and switched straight to and used the transactional tone quite quickly. I mean don't get me wrong. I'm not naive of what patrons and people who work in this kind of place are aiming for. But I guess, investing more time to create rapport really goes a long way. I politely declined, gave him his tip and he was back in rotation. A few minutes later, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. It was Tun. "Hello my wife!" He whispered. I replied sarcastically pointing to the two guests he was chatting with and corrected him that those two are his wives. "No, they go home now" he said. We both had a laugh. Once seated, Tun seems to be working fast to secure the deal. He's extra touchy feely, sneakily kissing my neck, his hands wandering everywhere under my shirt. He even grabbed my hand and directed it down his crotch area. I was a bit flustered with the last one as I'm not used to this kind of public display - even when in a boy bar in Thailand! Moments later, Tun casually mentioned he's getting sleepy and suggest we "go home sleep together". I nodded, finished our drinks and made our way out. Just like last time, we did a quick pitstop at 7-11 before heading back to my apartment. Tun quickly made himself at home which is one of the beauty of a repeat transaction. The expectations and dynamics are somehow established and there are less unknowns compared to bringing in a new guy. While there's the risk of monotony and overfamiliarity down the line, I chose to ignore that for now given that this is my last night and it will be months before I return to Tawan. I will worry about it by then. Overall, my second time with Tun still exceeded my expectations. Given that I already had a session with Tee (morning) and Knott (afternoon), I was quite surprised and kinda proud of myself for capping off the day with another one. I think how Tun engages both in and out of the bedroom makes the difference. I may be generalising but from experience, I usually have better experience with MBs/bar boys/masseurs who are a bit older. Could be maturity? Less appetite for dramatics? Old enough to know the value of money so they tend to equate level of service? or considered old and less marketable by trade standards hence compensating through better service? Honestly, I don't know. Good thing though is that Asian guys who are in their 30s are still eye candies. We woke up a lot late than usual. Quite disappointed that with this late start, I wont be able to do my planned last massage session before flying out. It didn't help that Tun lingered even after I gave him his tip. Seriously, how do you tell a hunky, freshly showered, half naked Tawan guy to leave? I then had a light bulb moment that includes him dropping the towel wrapped around his waist and us marching back to the room. My last hurrah for this trip. With the above disappointment taken cared of, we had a relaxed lunch outside the apartment. When we finished, I handed him an extra tip which is the amount I set aside to tip my supposed to be masseur for today - then off we went our separate ways. This left me with a couple more hours before my pre booked airport pickup arrive. Plenty of time to pack up, get myself sorted and reflect a bit before saying a temporary goodbye to this gorgeous city.

- They do have drinks - but you have to pay extra - Plenty of guys and eye candies but not offable - Nothing illicit. Just a natural high Worth it? I would say give it a try at least once

Day 10 It might be too early to be stressing out on small things but while having breakfast in my apartment, I'm having a dilemma with how much tip should I be giving Jake. I'm blaming myself for not having that conversation sorted prior ------ the original plan was just to meet up for an innocent coffee but it has since evolved to him staying for the night (20+ hours). I took a stab in the dark and decided on an amount and handed it to him before he left. He casually placed the bills inside his wallet without counting. Half an hour later, I received a text from him thanking me for the tip and how he will save it for next time he's in Thailand. The message felt weird but at least he's ok with the tip. Moving on with my day, I decided to do something touristy for a change. I have never been to MahaNakhon so I booked a ticket via app and headed to Chong Nonsi and see what the fuss is all about. To put it bluntly, while the view is amazing, the experience and routine is kinda similar to other skyscrapers I visited (Taiwan, Singapore, Tokyo, KL etc ). Although for some reason, everyone who wants to walk on the glass bottom bit is required to wear shoe coversand to have all loose items including mobile phones secured in a bag. I guess this is to prevent scratches to the glass? There's also a bar at the top floor. I can hear some saying that the drinks are expensive but looking at the menu, it's cheaper than boy bar drinks. I had a couple of decent Rosé before making my way down the building and head straight to Arena. Mek (?), the masseur I chose was surprisingly good. Massage quality in Arena has always been a hit and miss for me but the extras have been consistently enjoyable - hence, my constant visits. Mek have that rough manly look balanced out by his mischievous smile. His body is well proportioned and he's very generous with it. At one point I asked him to lie down on the massage bed and just admired his physique while giving him a massage. The bonus for me this time was he joined me in the shower before and after the massage. Come night time, ignoring temptations from apps and Line, I taxi-ed to Surawong, loaded up on caffeine in Starbucks Montien and when the time was ripe, marched towards Hotmale. There's a good contingent of guys up on the stage but the number of customers show that it's still lean season. Halfway through the first show, the volume of patrons improved which was a good sign for the guys. Ae was already seated with a customer which was good as I have the chance to off someone else without having that awkward chat with him. I quickly invited a hunky lad to get off the stage and join me. He introduced himself as Tee and he's from Isan. A few moments later, Ae came to our table, shook my hands and gave me a hug. Before walking away, Ae whispered that I made a good choice and that Tee is his friend. After the usual exchange of info (where you from, how long you stay, first time in Bangkok?), the conversation kinda dried up. I started to look around for any other potential offs as the connection wasn't there. He then excused himself as they have to prepare for their performance. I tried to distract myself from leaving and going to another club by trying to enjoy the performance. With eye candies up on the stage, I realised staying put will be both cost and time efficient. Now the performance itself was something else, while some are rehashed from the last time I was there, there's a new one I saw that I felt so conflicted about. There's a dance performance where Shakira's This Time's for Africa (Waka Waka) is playing and the guys are wearing nothing but what seems to be an epic failed attempt to an Indian headdress. I felt conflicted because while I know how incorrect the performance is in so many levels, I can't keep my eyes off the stage given what they chose not to cover down there. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm in a boy bar in Bangkok where political correctness may not be their priority nor hiring a cultural consultant for their performance! 😂 Tee came back and I was pleasantly surprised that his mood changed. He suddenly became attentive and engaging. Either the night is progressing and I'm his most likely chance for an off or my most likely suspicion is he had a chat with Ae backstage about our session a few nights ago. Whatever the reason is, I am delighted that we both started feeling comfortable. He's really chatty when relaxed and I'm glad to have chosen patience that night. A few minutes later, Ae passed by already dressed up to go out with his client. He shook both our hands and had a brief chat with Tee and went on his way. I can sense from Tee's expression that he would like to say something but is being hesitant. So I took the initiative and asked him if he would like to go with me tonight. He nodded and gave me a cheeky smile and wrapped his arms around me. Outside the bar, I asked Tee if he's hungry and if he would like to eat something. His "up to you" response wasn't very helpful but we eventually settled with having food delivered via grab. I gave him my phone and let him choose and order for both of us which he did gleefully although a bit worried about my spice tolerance. After eating, we bonded over drinks and chatted for a bit. He showed me photos from his Facebook account - his hometown, mates and family. I smiled and commented politely but at the back of my jaded mind, I'm suspecting that this might be a prelude to possibly asking for financial help down the line? ---- fast forward to today, I haven't heard from him. Maybe he's just making conversations and sharing a bit about himself without ulterior motive? No one knows. Afterwards, I switched on the telly and gave him the remote motioning I'm about to go to the shower. He must have misunderstood what I'm saying as we ended up in the shower together. But who am I to complain? Sometimes, language barrier has its advantages!