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.

I had a poor experience in the hotel with T but found him really personable and energetic at the bar, and CERTAINLY a hustler! His brother is so cute, how is his physique lately? They were very competitive at the table with me as well, joking sexually about who is better in an attempt to get me to off both.

Sorry folks, typing out the report on my phone while riding a crowded BTS was certainly a choice. I apologize for the sloppy writing. I started Day 2 walking through the Thong Lor area and visiting several coffee shops. The plan was to stay in this area until 2:00 PM and then venture over to Jey Spa as I've heard some favourable things about them from members of this forum. Around noon, a few friends who were also in Bangkok at the time messaged me with plans to meet for lunch. Jey Spa will have to wait, I'm certainly not going on a full stomach. We eat at COMMONS which is a great community food hall with many options, popular with a younger crowd. We split ways and I venture back to my hotel in Silom. At this point I had walked the entire stretch of Thong Lor's main Soi three times, which is roughly a 30 minute walk each way. Very doable- but in April heat, peak afternoon? My body resembled silken tofu, moist and shiny and in desperate need of a massage. I quickly showered knowing full well I'd do so again shortly, and walked The Surawong / Silom stretch thrice to survey the options. My hopes was to catch the number of a masseuse at Olivia near Saladaeng Station. I got a foot massage from this particular masseuse a few months prior and was impressed with his skill. As mentioned previously in a report, the masseurs at Olivia are not models, nor can they be confused for good looking. Please don't mark this shop down as a must-visit, scurry to get a cheap deal and be surprised with what you receive in terms of eye candy. This is not the place. If you don't mind a very average to below-average looking guy with some facial scruff, and find a charm in small town boys, you just might find out you prefer Spam over Caviar. Three rounds and no luck spotting this particular one at either of their three locations. I make eye contact with a very handsome guy at 9-TEEN, their outward facing location, who is sitting outside with two others. His physique is very good, especially his chest which seems trapped underneath his uniform. He's around twenty, I notice some braces when he smiles. I peg him for a bottom and perhaps more effeminate than I'm normally attracted to, but I do enjoy what I'm seeing and I'm not particularly looking for sex anyway, but if it's offered and I'm in the mood, it's not off the table. I decide to keep walking. Eventually the street touts recognize my face and I feel awkward repeating the same stretch again and again. I stop at Avarin as a majority of the men sitting outside are suitable to my tastes. Small stature, moustaches, energetic attitudes and with a range of different ethnicities. At these shops you don't typically pick your masseurs unless they pull you in from the street themselves. They ask if you want a man or a woman, and you are assigned whoever is free. I'm in the mood for someone short and small as I've found my tastes gravitating toward that more lately, and a moustache seals the deal. I receive all three in my assigned therapist. I opted for a 60 min Oil Massage. I shower, then lay naked face down on the table. He removes the towel and positions it to his liking, ensuring my naked body is still visible to him. The massage itself is quite standard yet relaxing. His small hands are able to work my upper back quite well. Eventually, the topic of a "special" arises. He's cute and giddy. He's Thai, from the North. It's acceptable, so I ask the price. "What will you give me?" he asks, and I just reply with "What are you asking for?" as I tend to set the price too high when making the initial offer. "2000!" he says. Way too much for this caliber. That's the minimum tip at Prince! I laugh and say that it's okay. He negotiates. "You give me 1500?" and I say, "No, really, it's okay." I'm a little turned off at this point so I'm being genuine. He panicks and tries to negotiate anything. "1000 okay!" and I reassure him, "I'll tip you 500 for a normal massage, it's okay, it's still a good tip, I'm not aroused anymore." He is a bit down and continues the massage, it's equally as fine, so the effort is not lessened. Eventually he arouses me again, and I touch his slim body, and confirm I want "the special." He removes his clothes. His body is a bit too slim. Very small stature. I'd estimate 25-28. But he has an incredible ass. I play with his cock which is quite small but acceptable, and he gets semi-aroused. I ask if I can suck him, and he says that he cannot do that. Understandable, but disappointing. I stare at his ass while he oils my cock up and jerks me off with fervent energy. I cum as I cup his ass cheek in my hand, wishing I had my face burried deep inside. I tip him 2000 THB and he is stunned. The massage was a 7/10, the fun in the moment was a 7/10 but realistically a 4/10, so why? Because I liked his energy, it's down season after Songkran and accommodations are much cheaper, and simply because I can. In hindsight, it's too much- we all know that, but leaving a good impression at a new shop is never a bad idea. And later, I'll re-visit Atlas for the last time, and explore a new show on the Soi in hopes of dashing disappointment... stay tuned!

So true. And even then, bars have good and bad nights, and the line-up isn’t always the same. Any knowledge is good knowledge to have, but you can never get rid of that feeling that you’re missing something truly great by being in the wrong place at the right time.

They absolutely are. I’ve never been particularly attracted to “young guys” and avoid so many of the bars which I assume are filled with twinks. I’ve been going to the wrong places. Having said that, I went to Good Boys last night and saw a boy I got a massage from a few months ago at MAHA. He had added me to LINE and tried to maintain conversation with me but I didn’t have much interest and let things go cold. Seeing him last night, he asked for a drink and I refused. He showed me on his phone, Google Translate from Vietnamese to English: ”I’ve seen you before, but I don’t recognize you.” and that hit pretty fucking cold, until I remembered that he told me he was Thai previously yet now he’s fluent in Vietnamese…

Planning to be in Bangkok for Songkran, last minute plans had me on a road trip through Chon Buri and Rayong instead. I was glad to have escaped the insane crowds of perfectly sculpted Chinese muscle gods glistening in sweat and targeted sprays from water guns, aimed at their tight white shorts with nothing underneath. I returned to our beloved city of sin, Krung Thep Maha Nakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayutthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit, only to see the crowds dramatically reduced. And hotel rates cut in half. Ah, bliss. i quickly decided to check out Atlas since there is one particular performer from The One and even formerly from Tawan I believe, who I quite like. He’s older, shorter, Thai but gives a mixed vibe almost as if Latino- confirmed, he’s not. Unfortunately he’s not there. The bar is actually quite slow. It’s me and one other table for a while until a few more tables trickle in. Not a great vibe, but the show goes on, and is somewhat enjoyable. None of the guys are my type, even though the mamasan (a very femme, short lil’ dolled up queen) is pushing me towards a young looking boy from Myanmar who she guarantees has a massive tool, wrist thick. Having never been with a boy from Myanmar, and his face being somewhat cute in a ferret type of way, and his pecs quite juicy but soft and undefined. Not an awful prospect, but no. There’s one guy who looks Polynesian who has an amazing body, but he sits apart from the rest of the guys and doesn’t engage in eye contact. I was hoping to feel his bicep in exchange for a tip, but he seems disinterested. A guy on stage is very eager, and making motions toward me and trying to act comedic. He’s older, lean, muscular, okay bulge. He’s always nice to me and I never tip or buy him a drink, and today I reflected on that as he’s one of the few performers who tries to increase the vibe. I pay for my drink (vodka coke) which is 500 THB, leave a 100 THB tip and offered 100 THB during the show to feel someone’s erection. I leave, feeling mixed but not disappointed. Atlas has been better before, a mere month prior. It must be a bad day. I get pulled across the street which I always find to be a confusing mess of bars. I end up in what I assume is Fresh Boys. It’s up some stairs, above what I believe is Good Boys formerly Screw Boys? Please correct me. The entire layout is confusing to my poor stupid little brain. And more to that- what shows on this soi are the best? As of posting, I have one day left- please, share the best! Honestly I’m STUNNED at the lineup here. Immediately I see 17 and 23- both have big ears, lean and entirely ripped bodies with bulging pecs, biceps and impossible thin waists and torsos. The porportions on both are exactly my type. The mamasan here is a a bit pushy, but in a light and funny way. She’s got a bit of a charm. She invites 17 over: I don’t buy him a drink, but I give him a tip, and she nods for him to sit with me. I ask him some questions and find out he’s straight and from Vietnam and I immediately remember my last bar boy experience with a Vietnamese guy which was just blatant ripping off at every corner. I go cold. Ah- okay, not this one. He sits with me for a moment and then leaves. There is a big cock show and 23 is the first on stage. I need him. I motion to him to come for a drink afterward. During the parade where the boys allow you to touch (and the announcer says suck!) I tip him 100 THB and confirm I’m buying him a drink. He sits with me. English is not the best but not bad. He’s from Vietnam. Oh no. Are you straight? Yes. I’m fine with that. I get a sense he’s more honest than the last, but I’m so skeptical. In the end, the prospect of being next to this guy in bed is too much to resist as he’s almost flawlessly my type. And lo and behold; nearly every guy on stage is acceptable to a degree. They hit my specific audience I guess. The best bar lineup yet? After some back and forth, asking about the pricing, and ensuring there’s no ridiculous restrictions or extra charges for simple things, I agree to off him. 400 THB for my drink (vodka coke), 400 THB for his drink, and 500 THB for the off fee. 1300 THB to the bar. As discussed, 2500 THB to the boy at the hotel. I was honestly surprised it wasn’t 3000 THB! He changes and we walk to my hotel. It’s The Quarter Silom which is a great rate during this downtime, at 40 USD. I watch him shower through the frosted glass and then he lays on the bed and turns on straight porn on his phone. I softly lick his nipples which are perky on his bouncy pecs, impressively so for his small frame. He moans whether fake or not, and I work my tongue down his tongue, sucking gently on the crevice where his legs meets his crotch. I place each testicle in my mouth and dance my tongue around them, then lick up the shaft and swallow his cock whole. It’s impressive in its size at around 17cm and slides down a throat with ease. I pull him into my throat again and again by sucking gently, and swirl my tongue while doing so. He pulls my head deeper until he’s fully inside my throat, and I create suction and wiggle my tongue in place. I love sucking him, watching his chiseled abs clench while my hand is behind on his back, above his arched ass. This boys body is absolutely perfect. I’m allowing myself every desire that arises in savouring it. I ask him to fuck me, he places a condom on his rock hard cock, and directs me to the edge of the bed. He slams his cock into my with professional ease, and immediately starts at a rhythm that has my prostate pulsing. Wow. This guy can’t be more than 22 and has a skill like this? I can’t hold it for long and I cum hands free, blowing a load all over my chest after just a few minutes of him slamming my hole. He immediately gets off, removes the condom and showers. So straight, I think to myself. I give him the 2500 thb as agreed and I look for a 500 to tip him with and only have 1000’s. I take a handful of small bills and think to give it to him, but feel it may be insulting, so hesitate. He sees this in my hand and looks down and seems sad to not receive it, and leaves. I vow to return to the bar and tip him properly, as not only did he not rip me off, he provided a good service and that would be rewarded in this type of industry as it’s sorely missing.

Just another quick trip report. One day in Pattaya. Only had time to explore Boyztown. Got a drink at Castro, drag performances and some boy lipsyncing performances, nothing wild. Packed bar, the busiest on the street. Many female customers. Beer 180 thb and cocktails 250 thb if I remember correctly. Some cute boys but nothing sexy about the show. Most fully clothed- actually, maybe even all were clothed? There was a break in the show around 11 and we slip out. Panorama, came here before in 2019. I remember the hosts being very friendly, sit with you, talk to you… this time they were just at the front table chatting with each other. I even made eyes at one, and he grabbed my arm when we left, but he made no attempt to approach the table with me and my friend. Two cocktails were just over 500 THB. It was an okay people watching spot. Boyz Boyz Boyz. 350 THB per drink. No cocktails. Drag performances, big cock show, then all boys on stage fully clothed? Big cock show was nice. One had a massive tool, chubby body. Tipped 100 thb to feel it. I’d love to off this guy, even with the extra pounds. What I noticed; cheaper than Bangkok in terms of boys and drinks. Shows and boys not as high caliber as Bangkok. Things seem to be over by 1? Tried to find another show and failed. We did attempt to take a taxi to Jomtien but the wait at 10pm on a Sunday was 30+ minutes.

If you want to meet the next time you’re in Bangkok, let me know, I’m always here and I think you’d be interesting hehe personally I’ll take the 15cm biceps at Atlas over Angkor Wat 😉

Haha, fair enough. Everyone has different preferences. If you had the choice of any destination in Cambodia, you’d chose SR over it all?

Lesson learned. Because the hotels I chose were more luxurious and for a far better rate.

I found Hong Kong locals, despite the reputation, quite friendly and open to meeting foreigners. I agree there is much to do even without boys, though. I’m a big fan of M+.