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Final Observations/Comments
While I saw large numbers of foreigners in Bangkok, we really did not run into large groups of tourists until we got to Chiang Rai and Chiang Mai.  Both places were overrun with groups and buses.  The groups were primarily Chinese, although we did meet groups from Spain, France, and Germany.  Also met several groups from South American countries.  We met a number of Australians traveling independently or part of smaller groups.  Saw no other tour groups from North America. That is not to say they didn’t exist…we just did not cross paths.  Chiang Mai has done an excellent job of marketing itself as a vacation destination.  However, they do not appear to be well equipped to handle such a large influx of tourists and need to do more to alleviate traffic problems and the overcrowded airport.  Personally, I would not return to Chiang Mai because of these concerns.
My air travel was booked through United, so most of the travel was directly with United.  Denver is a hub for United and Southwest, so my airline choices are very limited when traveling to Asia.  However, I did fly EVA from Taipei to Bangkok and Thai Airways from Chiang Mai to Bangkok.  I am always impressed with the level of service and the number of cabin crew members on Asian airlines compared to US based airlines.  Customer service is definitely not a priority on US carriers when compared to Asian carriers…from my experience.
Some people enjoy group tours, while others loathe them and prefer to do their own thing.  I do enjoy them at times, and am glad I signed up for this trip.  I was able to learn more about Thailand and its history.  The guide was very knowledgeable and thorough.  Everything was well organized and a variety of activities were included.  With the exception of one, all of the hotels were nice, meals good, and staff everywhere were friendly, polite and helpful.  Unfortunately, the hotel used in Bangkok at the start of the tour was not one I would recommend…Galleria 10 near Terminal 21/Sukhumvit…was older, inconvenient and somewhat unsafe location, rundown and desperately in need of remodeling.  So, my only real complaints about the tour are Bangkok hotel and crowds in Chiang Mai.  All in all not a bad trip.
I really want to thank forum members for all of their recommendations and suggestions before my trip.  Your wisdom and encouragement helped to make my time in Bangkok the highlight of this trip.  I stepped outside of my comfort zone and had some new, exciting experiences.  Not bad for a 73 year old!  Was surprised I still had some of the old adventure in me.  As for an update on my love life, I hear from Sam (Paradise) regularly.  Nothing serious…just casual chat…but something he wants and no requests for any type of assistance.  Just wants to keep in touch and hopes to see me again…soon.  No more contact with Grinder #1.  Think he got the message I wasn’t interested.  Bee and I are continuing to communicate.  He says he wants to be boyfriends whether I send him money or not.  I am trying to keep an open mind and positive attitude, but really just waiting to see what happens.  He has been very attentive with messages and been careful not to mention or refer to anything in regards to his finances.  I am very careful not to ask or bring it up at all.  Contemplating a possible return to Thailand in February for two months, but made no definite plans as of now.  Just taking a wait and see approach at the moment.

Day ??? - Update
Good morning.  Am just running out of steam and have decided to finish the trip report once I return to Denver the end of this week. Really just physically exhausted, and emotionally drained.  Been in a funk the last couple of days with lots of mixed emotions and some disappointment as well.  Two days ago, during one of our daily exchange of messages, Bee mentioned he was going to be short on his rent for November.  I know, I know…everyone else probably saw this coming.  Initially I had expected some sort of plea for financial assistance, but it never came, so I guess I was overly optimistic that there might be more to this.  Anyway, I asked how much he needed and he said 5000 Baht.  I agreed to deposit the money into his bank account so that he could pay his rent.  Didn’t mind, really, and just being me…even added an extra 5000 to the deposit.  So, all total was 10,000 Baht.  Keep in mind he had only asked for 5000, so being overly generous is totally on me.  Then yesterday, a message about how low his salary is at the bank and how many financial obligations he has, plus the need to support his parents, etc. - you get the general idea by now.  His remedy to the dire financial situation is that I could send him a monthly stipend of 1000 USD!!!   As I said, I was half expecting this early on before getting too emotionally invested.  Basically just told him I was retired, on a fixed income, and not interested in such an arrangement unless we were actually a couple living together with shared expenses.  No reply yet to what would amount to a flat out refusal of his request.  Will see what transpires next, but definitely not sending any more money to him, and really am very disappointed to learn it was nothing more than a game to him and all about the money.  Thus…my funky mood.   Meeting Woody this morning from Siam Roads, so hopefully he will be able to brighten my spirits a bit…think I will have him set me up for a massage at his shop today with some cute guy to take my mind off the negative feelings.  Everyone here had warned me to be careful, so it wasn't a total shock, but still...

it's why while there I prefer to deal with bars, massage shops and if Grindr, with boys  clearly  hinting they are money boys (MS). I simply don't believe in boyfriendship where great distance is involved. For some people it may work, for most it will not.
When dealing with commercial scene it's easier to do the deed, pay up and go own way. 
Just this Thursday , out of blue i got  photos of boys I was with , each on hospital bed. Neither did ask for anything but when I asked " what's wrong, are you sick? ", no responses com either. Both Cambodian and in Cambodia. If they ask for money I have well rehearsed response " I only give money when we meet in my room"  .
 
Even if your guy had a job and doesn't need any support from you I don't think it will work due to distance you are living apart. Good he did not ask you to marry him.

First of all, my compliments on your detailed daily trip report. It was so much fun to read!
You write that you follow most of the massage shops you've visited on Facebook/X or that you've visited their websites to check their staff. Could you post a list with links @jimmie50 to their sites, profiles ans possibly also LINE-accounts? I'm very curious about those places! Would be highly appreciated.
Is this the Prestige massage you are talking about? https://prestigemassageofficial.com/
I love it when the massage therapist takes a bit of initiative and builds tension during the massage by actually rubbing his crotch against your hands and moving his hands higher and higher on your thighs. I've experienced a "hard transition" from normal massage to "fun," and that was much less exciting than when the erotic buildup is there from the beginning.
Another example of how a massage should ideally proceed, in my opinion: erotic tension from the start.
Thanks for this comprehensive insight into S'Sense Massage. This shop was actually high on my list after reading some reviews and visiting their website. Their therapist, Singha (https://ssensemassage.com/therapist/), really appealed to me based on the photos. But after what you wrote about the limited options for "extra services," I think I'll pass. Unfortunately. As sexy as Singha is, I'd love to have a "full service" option.
You've already had a few very good and erotic massage experiences, and then sometimes it can be disappointing, like in your case with Phetboy in the Saphan Khwai area. This is precisely why, in all the years I've been coming to Bangkok, I've never been to a massage shop that's a bit further out of the Silom area. You make the effort to travel there, to find the shop. And if you're disappointed, it's not nice. On the other hand, it could easily be your best massage experience. You never know until you try it. But with so many shops to try in Silom itself, I really need some convincing to venture further afield. What was your reason for going there instead of trying another shop in Silom that was closer to your hotel? Often it's a specific masseur who really appeals to someone. Was that the case for you as well?
Besides Phetboy, I read that you also had a somewhat disappointing experience with Phoenix in the Saphan Khwai area. It seems like your experiences, which required a longer trip, are worse than those in the Silom area itself. This confirms my point that I might be better off browsing around Silom instead of looking further afield. I'd rather have a potential disappointment closer to home than one you made the effort (or travel) for.
Haha! That's what Thailand does to you! And then you probably understand why most of us keep coming back. I think I can safely say that most of us on this forum have reached a certain age where we might not go to bars and clubs as often at home anymore and aren't quite as marketable to younger men in our own countries. But when you come to Thailand... You get attention, and you can "do things" with attractive guys for a reasonable price.
It's great to hear that your massage at Paradise led to several encounters with a nice man named "Sam." I think you'd say Paradise was the best massage shop for you during your trip so far. Am I right? Paradise is also high on my list to try (I haven't been there before). I've read several positive things about Paradise on this forum. I'm especially impressed that the facilities are good, better than the average massage shop. See also the post below about it:
I searched but couldn't find a site or account where Paradise shows the massage boys you can choose from. Does anyone have a link/line account?
I don't know if this is a popular opinion here on the forum, but my first reaction is: RED FLAG! Of course, there are also examples of true love between Thai boys and (much) older Western men. But in what I've seen over the past few years, it's often dramatic. And not just because the Thai boys enter into the "relationship" solely for financial support. I would say: take it very slowly, and don't be too quick to resort to financial transactions and help. Have you read about the most common "excuses" for asking for money? There are always relatives who have to pay an expensive hospital bill, or a sick buffalo with its family in the Thai countryside that needs money. And of course, they ask their Western "boyfriend" for that money. Maybe I'm too cynical, but I've seen it go wrong too often. I think you've only met this guy once or twice, right? And then he immediately asks you to be his boyfriend? Again: Red flag for me.

Day 9 Bangkok - Part 1
It has been such a very long time, I had forgotten how nice it is to wake up beside someone.  Had some quality snuggle time before taking a shower together, then went down to the breakfast buffet.  No problems, as when I originally made the reservation for the hotel I had booked for two persons.  LOL.  Call it wishful thinking.  In reality, from reading various posts on the forum I decided it was best to do it that way instead of raising questions if/when bringing a guest back to the room.  If I had a guest and they wanted to eat breakfast, it would be covered.  If not, it wasn’t something I would need to actually pay for unless they were physically present.  After breakfast we headed back upstairs, said those last few parting words with strong hugs and a few minutes of deep kissing and off he went back to Paradise.  He asked me to send him messages from the US and to keep in touch when I went home.  Assured him I would, and told him to let me know if he changed shops, changed jobs, moved, etc.  During the course of our evening together, I actually learned from him that the guys who work in the massage shops are also available to ‘off’.  Not all shops, and not all boys, but some.  New piece of information for me.  He said he will usually get one customer per day, but some of the guys don’t get anyone.  Off fee paid to the shop is similar to amount paid to the clubs.  For some strange reason, Paradise is 555 Baht.  Such an odd amount. lol.  Next time I will dispense with all the cat and mouse game and just take him straight away to stay with me.  He said he never went off with a customer before, and also never did sexual things with them like we did…only handjobs.  Of course, isn’t that what they all say?  Color me skeptical.
Feeling somewhat melancholy…a little excited about the tour starting and getting to see different areas of Thailand, but thinking about all of the fun I have experienced in Bangkok like never before and really hate to be leaving the city.  Thai friends have invited me to use their condo in Pattaya during the winter months in Colorado and I just may take them up on the offer so I can spend more time in this glorious city.  Bangkok and Pattaya are not that far away from each other.  Much closer than Denver and Bangkok!!! LOL   Need to pack, check out of Ibis, and take taxi to Galleria 10 off Sukhumvit.  Had message from Grinder guy #2…the one I really like.  We will get together later in the evening after the tour ‘meet and greet’.  Seeing Bee again will make leaving Sam bearable. I feel like I should put a revolving door on my hotel room…or a post a sign that says ‘take a number.  Wish this would have happened to me 30 years ago!

At some point during my trip report I was asked if I had compiled a list of massage shops.  I actually did create sort of a cheat sheet for myself of the places I wanted to visit.  The list is by no  means extensive, and I am sure by now some of the info is out of date.  X accounts, LINE addresses, and websites seem to change, get suspended, or vanish completely without any notice or warning.  lol.  Info was current prior to my departure on October 14.  No guarantees after that date!   These are in no particular order...just my personal list of shops I had planned to visit.  Yes...overly optimistic, wasn't I?!?  
Prestige      79 Naradhiwas Rajanagarindra Rd, Si Lom, Bang Rak, Bangkok 10500   +66 96 889 1777
605 24 Phra Khanong - Khlong Ban Pa, Khwaeng Phra Khanong, Khlong Toei, Bangkok 10260,  +66 61 323 8531  @Prestige_Msg
Arena   / https://arenaspa.wordpress.com/     491/23-24, 3/F Silom Plaza, Bang Rak, Bangkok 10500, Thailand   +66 2 635 3645   @arenaspabkk
S’sense   https://ssensemassage.com/     562/16 Soi Sathon 3, Thung Maha Mek, Sathon, Bangkok 10120, Thailand         +66 644628503
Prince        253/4 Suan Phlu 6 Alley, Thung Maha Mek, Sathon, Bangkok 10120, Thailand +66 91 765 2222
Senso   https://sensospacom.wordpress.com/     5/8 Saladeng Rd., Silom Bangrak Bangkok 10500   Office: 02-1296739 Mobile: 0811073888
FaFa   233, 8 Soi Sukhumvit 77, Phra Khanong Nuea, Watthana, Bangkok 10110, Thailand   +66 95 323 3242   @fafaspa_bkk
Klover        Thanon Nang Linchi, Chong Nonsi, Yan Nawa, Bangkok 10120, Thailand         +66 94 698 9556
Atman     1213, 503 Town In Town Soi 17, Phlabphla, Wang Thonglang, Bangkok 10310, Thailand   +66 92 262 3986 @PKhewkaw94994
Glam        380/2 Ratchadaphisek Rd, Samsen Nok, Huai Khwang, Bangkok 10310, Thailand       +66 61 161 5093
JeySpa         14/7 Soi Sukhumvit 43, Khlong Tan Nuea, Watthana, Bangkok 10110, Thailand       +66 61 834 5252
SMS Sanctuary   18/8, Building Rama 4 City Court, 10330 Rama IV Rd, Khwaeng Lumphini, Pathum Wan, Bangkok 10330, Thailand     +66 90 897 7140     @sanctuaryspabkk
Ganymede     http://www.ganymedespa.com/home     69/37 phatumwan resort Phaya Thai Rd, Sub-district Phaya Thai, Bangkok 10400, Thailand     +66 97 170 5418     @GanymedeSpa
TCS (has recently opened a second location)     2, 22 Soi Seng Ki, Bang Kho Laem, Bangkok 10120, Thailand     +66 80 414 2944     @tcsspa
Onespa          9 Inthamara 3, Sutthisan Winitchai Rd, Samsen Nai, Phaya Thai, Bangkok 10400, Thailand     +66 96 040 7349
15M/27M          15M: 1575 18 Phahonyothin Rd, Phaya Thai, Bangkok 10400, Thailand     +66 61 196 5666     @boybk12345
27M: 327 Sutthisan Winitchai Rd, Samsen Nai, Phaya Thai, Bangkok 10400, Thailand     +66 61 198 5666    @massage_27m
Phetboy (now Boy Boy)          1511/26 Phahonyothin Rd, Phaya Thai, Bangkok 10400, Thailand     +66 92 487 7989     @suththi33654
Phoenix     9 Chuen Yaem Alley, Samsen Nai, Phaya Thai, Bangkok 10400, Thailand     +66 62 283 7447
BT House Massage     240 Sutthisan Winitchai Rd, Samsen Nai, Phaya Thai, Bangkok 10400, Thailand     +66 92 874 1290   @bthouse2025
The Master Gallery     818/126 Soi. Sukhumvit 103, Bangna Nuea, Bangna District, Bangkok, Thailand     +66 81 242 6152 @TheMastegallery      https://x.com/i/status/1880200216940597576
365 The River          375/5 Pracha Rat Sai 2 Rd, Bang Sue, Krung Thep Maha Nakhon, Bangkok 10800, Thailand     +66 64 640 6500     @365theriver
House 98 Massage     55 163 Ban Klang Muang, Rama 9, Ladprao, Phlapphla, Wang Thonglang, Bangkok 10310, Thailand   +66 93 362 9598     @House98massage
History of Massage          Stadium One Project No. 719-727 2nd Floor, Chulalongkorn Soi 4, Wang Mai Subdistrict, Pathum Wan District, Bangkok 10330     +66 91 535 2424     @History_Bangkok
Gbeat / Stars.BKK (possible name change)     1575, 53-54 Phahonyothin Rd, Phaya Thai, Bangkok 10400, Thailand     +66 99 046 4455     @intraspa
Wabi Sabi          44, 4 Soi Pipat, Si Lom, Bang Rak, Bangkok 10500, Thailand     +66 65 078 4825     @WabiSabi_MS
Men Care (have 4 other locations)    71/2-3 Soi Si Bamphen, Thung Maha Mek, Sathon, Bangkok 10120     @mencare_x

December 1  to January 21     Bangkok.   

17th December to 14 January.  Bangkok.  Counting the days now.

Afternoon was massage time with regular massage guy at Adam Massage on soi 4. Unlike the shops at soi 6, which do not have music, Adam Massage has soothing spa music which makes it best experience in the neighbourhood. B2B was as fantastic as I remembered. A great massage is able to make up for loss of sleep.

PATTAYA: GENERAL OBSERVATIONS 
Just like many other times I've been to Pattaya, I chose to book the Agate Hotel in the Jomtien complex. The price-quality ratio is simply excellent. And the location is perfect. Close to several gay bars and within walking distance of the (gay) beach. You'll get the best price by booking directly with the hotel. This can make a significant difference compared to booking platforms. If the hotel's own booking tool on the website isn't working, email them. They usually have rooms available.
Nice detail: the bathrooms have a bench in the shower. Handy for lazy queens who like to give blowjobs in the shower but don't want to get down on their knees...
From my hotel room, I have a view of the abandoned parking garage in the Jomtien complex (see photo). Does anyone know if it was ever in use, or what the story behind it is?

Not the most inspiring view, but I also look out directly onto the street inside the complex, so in the evenings you can see how busy it is and what's going on around. The hotel pool is small, but it's always quiet and deserted. Perfect for a few hours of relaxation if you don't feel like going to the beach. There's even a pet squirrel roaming around the pool. It's tame and not afraid of people. It came very close to me and was even bold enough to jump onto the lounge chair I was lying on and look at me curiously.

Just turn on Grindr here, and the messages are guaranteed to pour in. And if the selection of guys on Grindr isn't enough, I recommend using Hornet. Quite a few money boys in Jomtien have been blocked by Grindr because they discovered they were MBs. Advertising yourself for sex for money isn't allowed on Grindr. But via Hornet, it's easier for them to open a new account when this happens. Meanwhile, Grindr has much stricter security. If you're banned, you can't create a new account with the same phone.
As other forum members have noticed, there are quite a few Black guys (some from Madagascar) active on Grindr as moneyboys here. I've encountered quite a few in my grid. See, for example, the guys in the colleague below. Always nice for those who want a change from the Asian guys.

What's also striking is that the price increases implemented by many guys in Bangkok haven't yet filtered down to Pattaya. On Grindr, most moneyboys offer themselves for 2,000 baht, but there are also plenty willing to visit your hotel room for 1,500 or even 1,000 baht. And they're good-looking guys, too. 
Speaking of Grindr: the profile below made me laugh... The photo shows that what you're looking for can sometimes be closer than you think...

I've seen several shows in the complex itself. I've been to the M2M show several times before, and it never disappoints. The performances are full of energy, and the artists radiate joy. A fun night out is guaranteed. This time, too, it was a great time at M2M. I went to The Venue for the first time, but I'm not as impressed with the show there. The performers seem to be disinterested. Twice a week, they put on an extra show with a more erotic twist after their regular show. This special show is actually much more fun than their mail show. The performers seem to enjoy it more, probably because they can rake in a decent amount of tips. The audience sits very close, and as the performers walk through the audience, you can touch them and give them the tickets or tuck them into their clothes. A very touchy-touchy show.

The shows at Best Bar are unfortunately no longer what they were for a short time. They had to cut the erotic segments. That was a really fun part, if I'm to believe those who were lucky enough to experience it. See the photo below for an impression. Oh well. That was once upon a time. Not anymore. Now it's a Thai Dance section and the well-known ladyboy numbers. Not as good as M2M, but in terms of energy and fun, better than The Venue.

That's it for now. I'll write more about further adventures in Pattaya soon, even the exciting ones.

By the way, after two nights at the Méridien Hotel, I changed hotels again. My budget doesn't allow for a longer stay in such an expensive hotel. So I stayed at the Ibis Styles Silom next, where I've stayed several times during my visits to Bangkok. And I always liked that hotel. Those who know it will remember that the bathroom tiles are very colorful and distinctive. It's funny to see different guys on Grindr with their profile pictures taken in a bathroom at the Ibis Styles. Then you at least know they're staying nearby... Or at least they can easily find the hotel if you invite them. Haha

it looks you need to visit Senso and Prince, Arena is much less shiny but all other ingredients - hunky boys to inspect and helpful mamasan are there too. 
Jey Spa may have some boys on duty too, all meeting your specifications ( which happens to be mine too )

Reviving this thread from the grave! ✨
Guess who’s headed back to Bangkok?! Yep, it was inevitable. I’m still shaken and parched, and only a parade of hundreds of Asian men can satisfy this thirst! 😍
In true chaotic fashion, my impulsive booking overlooked my own trip report. Classic me, already tripping over my plans! 😂 But no worries—I’ll conquer these new missteps and thrive. The sequel’s already in the works: BKK White Party, New Year’s 2026. Get ready for my sophomore era! 🎉
 

I have to say, I am visiting Taipei this week and have had three massages from spas/masseurs I found via gayspa.tw.  Personally, I tend to like spa experiences with masseurs rather than cruising in sauna-type spas.  I think Taiwan is totally underrated… I have been having a wonderful time.  Here are the reasons I’ve really enjoyed it…
Most of the spas have photos and stats of their masseurs, including body pics and face pics.  Diverse types of masseurs available.  In my experience, both in a previous visit this week, the pics have been accurate.   You will likely have to use a translator on most websites, but this is easy to do via Chrome or Safari.  Pro tip… I find if the spa has a little bit of English on their site (even if it’s just here or there) they tend to be more accommodating to foreigners, including speaking English on Line (see more about that below). Quality massage and extras… in every case I have had both an at least decent massage (including body to body in every case) and fun extras. Spas are very easy to communicate via Line, similar to Thailand.  In most cases the people responding to Line queries are very friendly and willing to discuss your desires and needs and recommend the right person.  Other times they just want you to pick from a photo lineup, but they will still answer questions. On language barrier… some spas speak English over Line, some you have to use a translator.  Same with masseurs, I had one that spoke solid English and two that did not, but it’s relatively easy to use a translator and they seemed used to it. Option of in call or outcall with similar pricing On my last visit I did mostly in-call and most spas have unmarked facilities or apartments where the masseur greets you outside and takes you in, similar to the setups often found in Japan. This visit, I have done outcall every time and had the masseurs come to my hotel.  I think I prefer this, so much easier than me having to travel and they always bring oil. While I miss having a table, I can use pillows and all I need is an extra towel or two from housekeeping.  In every case, the masseur has asked me if they can use my shower before the massage (I showered right before they arrived) and all three have helped me shower afterword. Typically no down payments or anything are required for outcall, and prices for two hour comprehensive service are about $90-$110 USD, with no additional tip expected or asked for.  In some cases I rounded up for the masseur, but never spent more than $125 USD for a 90-120 minute session. Anyway, I wanted to share that Taipei is pretty fantastic.  I think I have time for two more massages this trip, I will report back.

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Reviving this thread from the grave! ✨
Guess who’s headed back to Bangkok?! Yep, it was inevitable. I’m still shaken and parched, and only a parade of hundreds of Asian men can satisfy this thirst! 😍
In true chaotic fashion, my impulsive booking overlooked my own trip report. Classic me, already tripping over my plans! 😂 But no worries—I’ll conquer these new missteps and thrive. The sequel’s already in the works: BKK White Party, New Year’s 2026. Get ready for my sophomore era! 🎉
 

Day Three
I woke up at 10 AM, my head throbbing and body aching — the unmistakable signs of a hangover. Despite the discomfort, I was determined to make the most of my vacation. With nearly half of my trip already behind me and a busy schedule ahead, there was no time to waste wallowing in bed. My last substantial meal seemed a distant memory, making me grateful for the extra serving I had at breakfast the day before.
My first destination for the day was Sabaidee Spa, located about a mile from Silom Road. I hoped a leisurely walk would help settle my uneasy state. According to Google, the spa opened at noon, and in my eager anticipation, I found myself at its doorstep at 11:55 AM, ready for what I expected to be a relaxing “massage.” However, to my surprise, the sign on the door announced a 1:00 PM opening. Killing time, I wandered the surrounding area, which included a dumpster yard and a street alley food market. The sights and smells of these sizzling brown and green organic matter were intensified by my hangover, but I pressed on.
When 1:00 PM finally arrived, I was the first customer through the door. The attendant greeted me and presented an iPad showcasing a gallery of men, a confusing array of bodies. It was unclear if all those pictured were actually present, making the exercise seem somewhat perplexing. This initial confusion was soon cleared up as a group of men were ushered out for my inspection, allowing me to make my choice in person.
As the lineup of men stood before me, the attendant at Sabaidee Spa took an interesting turn. He pointed to one particular individual on the iPad and zoomed in on his image. This action, performed amidst the real-life presence of the other men, only heightened my sense of anxiety. I found myself torn, surrounded by an array of sexy men, each man smiling in anticipation of selection. In hindsight, I pondered the attendant's gesture. Was it merely a suggestion, a subtle hint, or perhaps something more? Could it have been a sign or a cryptic message, a piece of a larger, unseen puzzle of my journey? Because what to come would be a nightmare situation.
The masseur the attendant subtly directed me towards stood out distinctly from the rest. He was a shirtless man in his late forties, notably labeled as a “Top” in the selection. As someone who primarily identifies as a Side or Versatile, I often find the Top versus Bottom dichotomy a bit puzzling. This particular masseur, being shirtless, somewhat older, and clearly a serious bodybuilder in his prime was one of just two Tops presented.
However, my attention was swiftly captured by another individual standing beside him — a stunningly attractive man in his twenties who perfectly embodied the archetype of "tall, dark, and handsome." With his cool smile, chiseled features, and thick black hair, he was strikingly compelling. The other four, labeled as “Bottoms,” unfortunately faded into the background in comparison. So, setting aside the attendant's intriguing suggestion, I chose to go with this enigmatic and darkly handsome masseur.
Reflecting on the situation, I realized that this choice was perhaps my first significant misstep of the trip, or maybe the second if I count the mystery cocktail jug from the night before. In the excitement of the moment, I had neglected to communicate my preferences and expectations to the attendant. I hadn't mentioned my inclination as a Side or Versatile, nor had I clarified what exactly I was seeking from the massage experience. Furthermore, I chose the unambiguous "Erotic Massage - 3000 baht" from their menu without fully understanding its implications, and I failed to inquire about the attendant's curious gesture with the iPad.  
This oversight led to a horrific encounter with the brooding masseur I had chosen. Our interaction during the massage was awkward and frustrating, resulting in an experience that ranked as one of the worst “massages” I'd ever had. It was a stark reminder of the importance of clear communication, especially in situations involving that kind of baht.
Despite the initial disappointment with my choice of a masseur, Sabaidee Spa did have its pleasant aspects. Upon settling in, I was provided with a refreshing cup of tea and a towel, creating a soothing atmosphere as I waited for the massage. After the lineup, the men retreated to what seemed like a kitchen area, where they immediately went to scrolling their phones and gossiping.
About five minutes later, I was led upstairs to a spacious massage room, which boasted two beds and a well-constructed shower. The masseur who escorted me up then left abruptly, leaving me alone in the room. Unsure of the protocol, I decided to start with a shower, as it had become a familiar routine by now. After the shower, I found myself waiting in a state of uncertainty, wondering which bed to choose for the massage and if it even mattered. This brief period of waiting added to the already awkward beginning of what was supposed to be a relaxing experience.
When the masseur returned, he silently gestured towards one of the beds, indicating where the massage would take place. He spoke no English at all. 
He disrobed, revealing a remarkably chiseled physique that matched his striking facial features. His skin was flawlessly smooth, and his muscular build was impressive, speaking of a disciplined fitness regime.
However, the session, which started with much promise, took a turn. Barely five minutes into the massage, which began with routine strokes on my back and legs, a pain struck my sphincter.   Wait what?  I turn around and he is wearing a condom and trying to stick it in my ass.   I crane my neck over and scream, “Do you have any lube? That hurts!” He looks at me curiously.  He tries again.  I then flipped over and pointed to the massage oil container that he had barely used.  He then seems to understand what lubricant is and adds a dollop to his very large cock, 8 inches and thick, and tries again, this time we are missionary as I had flipped around.  And he begins jackhammering me as if this were some rape porn fantasy on steroids.  I finally settled that this is not going to work by shoving him off me.  He gets the message and scurries out of the room.   After my shower and tending to a brutalized orifice I storm down to the reception. The attendant has a beaming smile and asks, ‘Did you get a happy ending?’ while mimicking a blow job, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek.  I explained there was nothing happy about the experience and it was horrible and I had literally only been away for twenty minutes.  He then explained that he was sorry but it was this masseur's first day - that was it.  No refund, offer to press charges, nothing.   So needless to say, no tip, and  - 1 out of 5 stars, cannot recommend them until they get better on-the-job training, hiring orientation, and customer service.
Throbbing head, throbbing anus the only solution I could conjure would be to take a short break and go for a jog around Lumpini Park, which was on the way back to Silom.
A spectacular park with a great jogging trail, paddle boats, a makeshift gym, and great views of the skyline from every angle.  After two hours, I began to settle and decided to roll the dice again.
Opting for my preferred mode of transportation during this trip, I hailed a Grab Premium, which I found to be familiar to Uber but a fraction of the cost back home. The premium service was a larger sedan with leather seats as opposed to a small car and fabric seats.
The journey to Jey Spa took about 35 minutes from my hotel, bad traffic, and I soon found myself arriving in a residential neighborhood. The ‘spa’ resembled a typical single-family home from the outside. A stack of shoes outside the front door alerted me of this expected custom and in my socks stepped through the threshold into the, Living Room. I was greeted by and older gentleman that comically gave off a very “pimp” vibe.  Perhaps it is because he so casually declared, “bring the boys out!” after I explained to him I was there for an hour massage.  
Now Jey Spa had been on my mind for quite some time.  I have been following their Line account for weeks now and they are constantly sending messages with the line up.  Another poster on the board also had reported a riveting trip report that read like a fantastical romantic novella with a particular Jey Spa masseur, Arm.  So with that knowledge, I wanted to see what this “Arm” was all about.
As the boys marched into the room, I was much more comfortable this time, the panic of Arena a long ago memory but the pressure of making the “right choice” still gave me anxiety and now I had to contend with fear that another Mr. Jackhammer could be hiding in the shadows. 
Tops and Bottoms were separated on both sides of the living room except there was one boy in the middle and the only one shirtless.   This solitary figure distinctively set apart from the others I would find out was also more expensive at 2000 baht compared to the others at 1500 baht.  
Still reeling from the Saibadee Spa disaster,  I decided to take a chance with the versatile 'superstar' at Jey Spa. He exuded an undeniable sex appeal, combining the boy-next-door charm with an impressively sculpted physique becoming a familiar sign in my journey and an obvious and predictable insight into my “type” seems to be manifesting.  Bulging pectorals, well-defined six-pack, coupled with a captivating smile and boyish dimples. These attributes collectively painted a picture of someone who I’d be ready to risk it all, for a chance.
After making my selection, I noticed Arm, one of the 'tops,' disappearing into another part of the house. He still carried the aura of a legend.
Since the VIP room was already booked — a reservation I hadn't planned to make — I was led to a house next door. There, I encountered my first experience with a combined shower/toilet room, which was separate from the massage area. Now I understood the appeal of the VIP rooms. In this makeshift restroom, reminiscent of a janky RV, I found myself awkwardly bundling my clothes and phone in a corner as I showered. Afterward, I had to navigate down a hallway naked, carrying my belongings, which only added to the awkwardness of the situation.
Once settled on the bed the superstar masseur arrived and quickly disrobed.  Wow.  Having already had a preview of him half-naked the full feature did not disappoint.  Bubble butt, large calves and well-endowed but nothing like the monstrosity from hours earlier.  He complained that this room did not have a sound system and fussed for about 5 minutes trying to find music on his phone to play.  I laid there now regretting losing out on this Casanova Arm in place of a Primadonna but ultimately the Superstar came through with a quality massage and fantastic fun.  When it came time for him to top it was clear he knew what to do, and that he was gay.  Thoroughly checked in with me on pressure and speed while using his hips to elegantly roll rather than smash.  My sphincter had been rewarded after a harrowing journey.  Unfortunately, I did not get to top him, so whatever versatility he had - it was not meant to be but after we both had ample time to suck, lick and jerk a double climax was all that mattered.  I tipped him 1000 baht.
The day concluded with me finally seeking some nourishment. I headed to Mamma Mia, a tourist-friendly alleyway restaurant, eager for a taste of my favorite Americanized dish, 'Drunken Noodle.' It seems 'Drunken Noodle' doesn't really exist in traditional Thai cuisine; it's essentially a noodle-based basil stir-fry, which is extremely common but not marketed like they do back home. While Mamma Mia's rendition of 'Drunken Noodle' was only mediocre, the atmosphere made up for it. Dining as cars lurched past the restaurant, only a few inches away from the patrons, added a unique charm. It was an experience heightened by the sight of Instagram influencers striking poses against the backdrop of rugged street vendors.
My phone begins to buzz.  The boys from last night are back at DJ Station for another round of mayhem. 
But after being ravished in all manner of the word it was off the bed by 10 PM and prepare for tomorrow's adventure - Pattaya, and more miscalculations to come 😂.

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.

that summarises neatly everybody's reason for paying for sex 

I missed this thread first time around Revengeboo.
So sorry yo see that it turned into such a bitch fest towards the end. Funny thing is most of the posters that are fighting are usually quite reasonable and aligned in their thinking, so hopefully your next TR wont be so mysteriously triggering!

I pay for sex to hookup with "my type" which is muscular and beautiful.  A model type.  I've been able to hook up with guys like this without spending money, but the time involved is extraordinary compared to just paying.  Such as cruising apps, bars, clubs, saunas, flirting, vibing and sealing the deal.  It would be nice if it was not so time-intensive for me to land a hottie, but alas. Time is money, so in reality, I am saving!  At least this is what I can tell myself to sleep at night.

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.

What a delightful surprise when I wandered into the new club called Atlas in Patong Soi 2 last night. Big spacious bar, well lit stage right in the center, everything modern and comfortable. And there on the stage were all of the boys from The One / Tawan. They have all quit The One, and are now working at Atlas, which just opened a few days ago. 
 
The bar is owned by Arthur, who long time Tawan patrons will remember as the big mixed Black/Asian bodybuilder from Tawan days. As frequent visitors will know, The One never regained the atmosphere of Tawan; it became stale and less inviting, and the show was tame and uninteresting. 
 
By contrast, Atlas last night was fun, lively and uninhibited. At least 25 guys, all the top talent from Tawan plus a few new faces. All muscular and fit, if not necessarily lean. These are big muscular men.  None of the older fat guys that had come to haunt Taiwan a few years ago were in sight. Fortunately, those days seem to be behind us. 
 
The show is back to being hard core and explicit, with lots of audience interaction. Sound and lighting are top notch. The show could have been a little longer, but they just opened a few days ago. 
 
I go there to have fun in the bar, not necessarily looking for an off. The guys were friendly, affectionate, and uninhibited. I don’t drink much but I opened a bottle to help them celebrate. I was soon surrounded by guys who, for a tip, were happy to take off their pants and sit with me and drink naked. I’m a bit of a voyeur, so after the show I convinced several of them to also do their rotations on stage stark naked. What a treat. 
 
Service was excellent. Arthur seems to be a very competent manager. No admission charge. Drinks were 500 baht, which is steep but worth it to me given the environment. All in all, highly recommended. I hope they can make it a success. 

specially vacation time