roughjock

I’d recommend against this. I am not familiar with the area, but I have an ex who is Thai. He was a freelancer as a child in this area. I’m talking under 18. He walked me through his daily routine when we first arrived in Bangkok years ago. Life is not easy for freelancers. They have no protection. And the clients who shop this area are not good people. I don’t know what you’re trying to find, but look elsewhere.

Ahahaha, sorry folks, I thought I made a mention of it, but I was using dictation for that post and it was... awful. I apologize. I wish you were able to edit posts after the fact. Anyway, here's a better trip report to make up for it. I got into the habit of "bar-hoping" from show-to-show and found it rather expensive in the long run. I'd start the night at ATLAS or Jupiter or Moonlight, and switch to Banana, or Good Boys or take a risk on a new venue. Rather than grab my usual Smirnoff Ice drinks from 7-11 with 90 calories per bottle, I opted for a can of Singha Lemon Soda and a small bottle of raspberry-flavoured vodka. Two glasses in my hotel room while getting ready, and I was off to Freshboys, knowing exactly what I wanted. The bar was mildly crowded around 11:00 PM, with a mix of male and female customers. I was sat at the back on the right side of the bar with a good view of the stage and room next to me if I happened to want to invite a boy for a drink. I took a survey, knowing my target. I didn't see that mischievous little face on the stage, that devilishly sharp, ear-to-ear smile, nearly as big as his ears (a personal attraction of mine.) I took a glance at a few other boys and noticed that my second option wasn't here either. Hm. The best thing about Freshboys is that while there is some variety amoung the boys, a large percentage of them fall within my type. The night is not ruined. The mamasan, while usually quite eager to get me to sit with a boy, doesn't approach me at all. She's more interested in finalizing a deal with between an older Korean gentleman and his pick of the night, a boy with looks straight out of the Korean beauty-standard rulesheet. I watch the boy and how he interacts with the customer. Very professional. Very polite and courteous. Never on his phone, and when he's needed by the bar, seemed genuinely apologetic about having to leave the table and his 'date.' This is good bar boy etiquette and it seems like this customer made a great choice. Then all of a sudden, things go quiet. The lights go out. The mamasan announces, "special show, special show, no cameras!" and the announcer blares a pre-recorded "this is a special show put on by the bar..."; you know something extra naughty is about to happen. The stage is only lit in a foggy glow, and there he is- #23. His head is tilted in the air, gazing upwards, a look of ecstasy on his adorable face. The white shorts are replaced with thin, sheer white pants that seem to hover delicately atop his silky skin. He moves effortlessly across the stage, feeling the music, moving erotically alongside the beat, running his hands across his pecs which seem to want to explode out of his slender frame. His fingertips dance across each individual ab, the indirect lighting sending shadows across every crevice of sinew and muscle. What an impossibly perfect body. What an impossibly handsome face. And a performance that he takes pride in, a genuine desire to want to perform well. The boy I came here for, but without a number. It must mean he's unavailable. I've come too late. I try and get the mamasan's attention, but she is now knee-deep in socializing with a drag performer sat near the stage. The next performance is the infamous "gong-dong" show. The boys are inpatient with the mamasan too, as the conversation has now gotten so involved, she's missing her "Neung, Song, Sam!" countdown before the bar is filled with the steel echo of a bruised cock. Eventually she casually shoots me a glance and asks me which boy I'm interested in, and I point to #23, but I say "I don't think he's available." Now, I see him sitting with two male customers on the other side of the room. So they've moved faster than I have, shit. The mamasan looks at me, walks over to the other side of the bar, and sits down with these aforementioned clients. A few minutes later, she returns to me, and says "He's coming home with you." and walks away, back to her conversations and what I can only imagine is the hottest tea, being spilt freely. A few minutes pass, and he's sitting next to me. He looks me in the eye and his sparkle in return, like a silent acknowledgement that he recognizes me. The genuine playfulness, like a fox in a hen house, an effortless charm. I wonder if he's aware of his popularity? Does he know what he has? Surely one day he'll wake up and realize the power that looks like these, a physique like this, and a personality like his can unlock. Untapped potential, but that's Bangkok, and part of the danger of the machine. I just want to be near him. The mamasan asks if I'd like to stay for the rest of the show, and normally I would, but I can think of nothing more than laying my head on his chest in my bed. He quickly changes, I settle the bill (1300 THB: 400 for my drink, 400 for his, and the 500 off-fee. The other damage included 300 in tips for the big cock show boys, 100 for the boy for sitting with me, and 100 for the mamasan for an actual total of 1800 THB.) Before leaving, I used Google Translate into Vietnamese to specify what I was looking for. I wanted him to spend a few hours, no more than 3, with me. I wanted to give him a massage, cuddle, and then proceed with light fun, but I was more interested in his silent company. He speaks some english but not well. He's Vietnamese and knows Thai. Most of the time we used our phones to converse, but I wanted to tell him that I didn't mind the silence. Just his warmth next to me was beyond comforting. When we arrived at the hotel, we both had a drink, he chose an iced honey lemon green tea- you know the brand. We showered separately, and I enjoyed the view of his silhouette in the frosted glass window pane my hotel room features for the shower. The Quarter Silom is a fantastic hook-up hotel, and cheaper than the usual Raya and Meridien. Just saying- but popular more with a 24-32 crowd. He was playful immediately out of the shower and that grin kept creeping out at just the right times to send my heart fluttering. I admired his physique slowly. I ran my fingers, just as he had done with his own on stage, across his abs, across his pecs, and down near his belly button. I kissed softly at the lines pointing down toward his manhood, and traced my tongue through his shaved pubes. Now knelt in front of him, I looked up to see him starring down at me, his manhood erect and twitching, as I lightly flicked the tip of my tongue across the folds in his foreskin, now slightly peeled back. I tasted the sweetness on his head, and savoured the taste of this forbidden fruit. He guided me to bed, where he grabbed me in his arms and pulled me deep into his chest. My head was pressed against both pecs and I inhaled only his scent. He ran his hand on my hand in a comforting way, and let out a deep breath, sinking further into the bed. I felt safe. I moved my cheek side to side, feeling the soft warmth of his skin. I listened to the flow of his blood, every soft sound this body emitted. Slowly but surely things progressed into more oral followed by penetration. While I was not in the mood for penetrative sex, it happened naturally and I was hypnotized by the rhythm in which he moved, each stroke, his hips thrashing against my own body in fervent motion. With his low bodyfat, when tensed, his muscularity becomes more intensified. I had a front row seat to his glistening body, now beading with sweat. As he slammed into me, deeper and deeper, I could feel him growing even harder inside. He grabbed my chin and I opened my eyes, he smiled again, and flexed both of his biceps while still maintaining the speed of his own movement. Watching him do this, cockily, playfully, knowing exactly what would turn me on, and knowing when to do it sent me over the edge. I released a sizable load all over his own chest. He joked around, shocked, pointing at it with his mouth agape. So adorable, even now. He wiped the cum down his abs before cleaning it off with a tissue. He was briefly glazed, but I'll be forever infatuated.

Yeah, I’ve read the other trip report. I think we have different expectations so that is where the disconnect came from. That poster seems to prefer a chunkier body type, slightly older, and I think I’m just finding myself no longer interested in that market. I also think at my age and with the experience I’ve had, it’s a lot harder to ignore little tiny things that could be improved that would create such a better environment, and I see a lot of these things just go unnoticed or uncared about in so many venues, especially in ones like Atlas that have been several bars beforehand, these are things that you need to fix if you want your business to stay around, but the people in charge don’t seem to see that themselves. Oh wow, there are so many other bars, and muscles are vogue, twinks are out, so options are plentiful. I got to print shortly after they opened and explored the area a little bit to kill some time. It’s actually not a far walk from Silom, you could easily walk from your hotel in Silom to the Prince area in about 20 minutes. Prince is the same as it always has been. When you walk in, all of the available masseuses will be standing behind a glass wall, many shirtless, or removing articles of clothing to show off, flexing, and becoming flirtatious to get your attention. At this point, you pick your masseuse, they will typically ask if you want a top or a bottom and they will direct you as to who performs each, in my case I’m always looking for a top and they said that anyone can accommodate. I asked the clerk who had the largest penis, but he said he could not comment on that, so as Tan Nu my regular is not here and hasn’t been available in such a long time, I guess I will try another masseuse. I look around the bodies, and I try and pick the body with the most muscle that appeals to me, and I settle on a masseuse whose face is definitely not up to par with his body, but has a sweet and gentle look to him. For some reason, I opt for the 90 minute oil massage. We go to the room, he speaks some English, but isn’t very talkative, we shower separately and then I lay on the table. I am still waiting for the day where a masseuse showers alongside me? I don’t think it has happened yet. The massage starts with me face down and I’d say the skill was about a four out of 10. It definitely wasn’t the worst massage I’ve had, and as I was laying on the table, I did have the thought of. Is this a real massage parlour or a sex place? Even though obviously I know the answer. The massage went on for quite a while. I’d say at least one hour before any kind of flirting or touching occurred at all. I can’t help but to crave laying on my back during these massages so I could at least admire the beautiful body of the masseuse, as is my head is faced down, staring at darkness while someone briefly fingers my body, OK that came out a little bit wrong but you get the idea and it’s not really that satisfying. So just before the massage ends, I’m starting to get a little bit bored to be honest with you but luckily things start to get a little bit better. I flipp on my back so I’m down face up. The masseuse is fully naked, which I kind of gleaned from the fact that I could feel his penis brush against my back while I was laying down, which I really enjoyed. Now that I see his manhood, it is quite a bit smaller than I’m used to. He asks if I’m a top or a bottom, I say bottom, and I feel like most people probably hire him to be the bottom. He does perform OK as a top but you can tell that it’s not really him. He seems more gentle and passive than I prefer in a guy. I don’t really feel much from the sex, so I tell him to stop and flex his muscles while I finish myself off. We shower separately again and say goodbye. Tip 2000, very reasonable for Prince.

Never a problem with any tap or shower water all across Asia. I don’t know how that problem would really manifest though. Sore stomach? Most people take DoxyPEP which is an antibiotic after unprotective sex which might kill off bacteria from dirty water too. 🤣

Douche at hotel -> go for massage -> shower before the oil massage -> shower after the massage, shouldn’t be an issue unless you have stomach issues, douche 1-2 hours before you go.

lol

Hey, hey, let’s cool it on #17. Hrs actually hideous, yuck, and an awful personality! I’m definitely not saying this because I’m headed back to Bangkok in 2 days to off him, and hope he’s not on back order after this demand!

Top, straight, Vietnamese, has girlfriend.

Is Freshboys #17 going to be the first bar boy who fucks this entire forum? I joke; but he’s a popular guy.

Freshboys is my new go-to.

He has moved from MAHA across the Soi, can’t recall the name of the new spa.

1. Less hassle. I can spend an hour on Grindr and line up a few potentials and have all of them fall through or be using outdated photos. I can go to a sauna and have mediocre fun with several guys who aren’t exactly my type, and that feeds into a dangerous disposable mentality for me. 2. They are providing a service, so you can feel more comfortable asking for what you want. This can all be talked about prior to the encounter so that everyone is on the same page. 3. A dinner out or a night of drinks back home is more expensive.

When I offed T, I sat at the table and he called his brother Min over as well. While I didn’t off both, they were certainly game for it and confirmed that they don’t touch each other. When I declined to off Min as I preferred more muscle, T showed me a THIRD brother on his phone. So there’s three? I don’t think the third works at the bar though.

That night, I tried a new restaurant on Banthat Thong Rd which I’m gatekeeping because I want their crab curry to stay under 250 THB. Honestly though, you could eat at any restaurant in this neighborhood and be blessed with a delicious meal. I head to ATLAS completely sober just shortly before 11:00 PM. A few tables, but the energy is even lower than the previous night, and the selection of men smaller and much worse. The cute boy from Myanmar is still there, but even he looks quite depressed. I order a Chang, and take a few sips, hoping things improve. They don’t. All of the tables leave. I drink my Chang as quickly as I can and pay my tab. The mamasan who usually tries to get me to off someone says cheerfully, “see you tomorrow!” and I chuckle and say, “No…” I think the books are closed on ATLAS for me. A total mood killer. Especially since I’ve found other line-ups that DON’T focus on muscle yet have better options; they just can’t compete. I partake in a smoke next door and sit quietly in the Soi wondering if I should call it a night. The energy of a night out has been sucked from my soul. The show and the bar offered nothing arousing, and in fact succeeded in causing me to question if I would be better off as a eunuch. “I’m not here long…” I say to myself. Let’s try again. Across the street I debate visiting #17 again. Too much of a good thing. Do I face the music and go back to Banana and chat with #1? I’ve promised to see him a few times and haven’t yet managed; there may be tension. I decide on a new show, Good Boy. Formerly Screwboys? The selection of boys on the stage are not bad but don’t compare to Freshboys or Banana in terms of my personal taste. #8 immediately stands out as the best of the bunch. There’s one thinner Vietnamese model who is making some very concerning gestures, and I wonder if that attracts anyone. I also notice one of the boys from the big cock show at Freshboys is also on stage here. Drinks are 400 THB, the same price if you purchase one for a boy. The bar is moderately busy but not packed, and the show is average. The models seem more energetic and more willing to attract customer’s attention with sly smiles, winks, or conversation followed by, “buy me a drink?” The energy is much better but my arousal hasn’t returned. The mamasan sits with me, a really nice guy who isn’t pushy at all. He tells me there are many ethnicities to chose. Cambodian, Burmese, Vietnamese, from all over. I ask where #8 is from and he says Cambodia. I find myself drawn to Cambodian men again. I sit and watch the show and contemplate inviting #8 to have a drink, but ultimately return to my hotel alone. I pay for my one drink and leave a tip as the mamasan sat and had a decent conversation with me and I felt comfortable around them. I feel sad knowing this is probably the last night out in Silom this trip, and it was kind of lacklustre. I think Freshboys will be my sole target from now on, with Banana as a back-up. Ideally I’d like a regular but I’ve yet to make a solid connection with a boy. Tomorrow I’ll visit Prince for the last time in hopes of catching my crush Ta Nu in rotation. I see him advertised at Aurora now as well.

Was also going to mention this. There are one or two performers that make an effort. Even the manager of the bar who warmly greeted me before seems down lately. The bar seemed hopeful at one time, but after two recent visits I'm left feeling quite depressed.