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I am thinking of spending 6 months there at a school. (not high school as I already have that degree) But, if I did, I was looking for a place to stay and have a few questions. 1. I must have high speed Internet. Is this readily available there? 2. If I stay in a hotel, what are your recommendations? 3. Is the city safe? Can I go out at night alone? Walk around? Is this similar to Rio or Sao Paulo? 4. Are there lots of motorcycles around? I would most likely rent one to get around. Anything I left out? Any advice is mostly appreciated!

Thanks guys. This has always been a trip I wanted to take.

I think many don't understand the review process and that when they no longer advertise that the reviews are taken down. For someone working, I do not see any downfalls unless it is a bad review. There are those that do not want a review on this site. Rick Monroe has actively told clients not to post a review on this site as he thinks it is a sham. I am sure there are those escorts that were around during the Hooboy days that feel the same. Younger guys don't seem to know how to advertise their services very well. I reviewed one escort on this site and he put up an ad. He then called a month later and told me to take his ad off the site as he was not getting work from it and it was not worth the money. I asked him, "what money?" We don't charge escorts for the site or the ads. He responded that "oh, sorry I thought this was Rentboy." Many don't know the differences between the sites. IMHO, a good escort that wants work would have their name out there as much as possible and make some money from every resource. That being said, it is clear that an escort will get more calls from Rentboy that they do from here. We just haven't risen to that level yet, but we are working on it.

I thought the world was coming to an end. But, all is OK now. How does something like this with one of the largest and powerful tech savvy companies happen?

I personally believe that someone that wants to stay in the closet should. I wish they would not as I think it is detrimental to themselves and to the community. However, I don't think someone should be forced to come out. I know it would have pushed me further into the closet in my 20's. Now, there are widespread reports about the Lt. Gov of SC. What do you think about this kind of reporting? http://www.blogactive.com/2009/08/rumors-confirmed.html

A Hostboy's Tale – Chapter 10 – Back To The Village The next morning I woke up in my hotel bed alone. It seems that my newfound lover had left my bed during the night to return to his own room. While I wished he had given me a chance to say goodbye, I could still smell his musky scent in the sheets we had both soiled the night before. In fact, the scent of our love making the night before started to work on my body, and as I buried my head in the sheets I could feel my cock start to stiffen. I let my thoughts wander to how he had held me down on the bed and penetrated me the night before. I could still taste some of his cum on my mouth, which only made my dick get harder. I started to slowly stroke myself while imagining his hot cock in my mouth and then, later, shooting his cum all over my chest, cock and nipples. This made me get hotter and hotter as I continued to pull my foreskin back and forth over the head of dick. It started to become too much, so I stopped for a second and eased a finger into my well-used asshole. I finger fucked my hole imagining not only the man in my bed the night before, but all of the men I'd been with in my life – and all those who would come in the future. Soon I had two fingers working in and out of my ass. Sweat started covering my body and I finally grabbed my cock again and in a matter of seconds jets of cum were shooting out of my cock while my ass muscles gripped my fingers. Some of the jizz landed on my face – and I used my fingers to scoop it up and stuck it in my mouth. In the afterglow of my orgasm I savored the taste of my own jizz. But, this moment could not last forever. Today was the day I would see my family for the first time in months – so I had to get ready. I climbed out of the bed and jumped into the shower, washing the mixed scents of sex and sweat off of me so that I could feel fresh and respectable. I knew that my parents had probably been worried about me since I left the village, so I needed to look as presentable as possible. Next I packed my bag and went down to the lobby to check out of the hotel. I felt so proud when I handed over my hard earned cash to pay for my stay. Nobody in my village would ever have been able to afford to sleep in a bed like this – and it made me feel like a man who had earned my place in the world. As I walked out the door I stuck my head in the hotel bar, hoping to see the man from the night before; but he was not there. This, it turned out, would be the only disappointment of my day. I hailed a cab to the train station and once I was there, went to the platform to wait for my chance to enter the first class cabin. This was real luxury and part of me pitied my countrymen who were packed like cattle in the lower class cars. As the train moved through the countryside several western women tried to catch my eye. I could tell that some of them would be considered beautiful in their homeland, but I had no use for them. I had discovered the taste of man flesh, and I knew that I would never be able to find the satisfaction in their arms that my body so desperately craved. There were several very attractive men in the car, but none of them seemed interested in me - though I wondered if they would secretly touch themselves the next time they were alone and think of my dark skin and well-toned body. My time with Western men had taught me well that while many of them desired cock and ass, for the most part they kept their lusts hidden out of embarrassment. This was something I would never understand. Love and lust are surely gifts from the gods, and should never be rejected. These men would be much happier if they were Thais and had the courage to experience the cock they craved. Finally, the train pulled into my station and I hired another car to take me to my village, which was several kilometers away. As we got closer I noticed that people were leaving their homes and gathering in the streets to stare. I remembered then that cars almost never came to our village because they were a luxury that almost nobody could afford. This again filled my soul with pride. When I got out of the car I scanned the crowd and finally saw my mother and father. I ran up to them – and they looked confused at first. I realized then how much different I must have looked from the scruffy boy who had left a long time ago. But then my father walked up and embraced me. “It's you,” he said. “Yes, father,” I replied. My mother then burst into tears of joy as she embraced me as well. “I am so happy to see you,” she said. “What has happened to you? You look different. Have you become wealthy? How could you afford that car to take you here?” “I have become successful,” I told my mother respectfully. “I would not say I am wealthy, but I have seen the world and found my place in it. Today I come home to show you my success, but also to demonstrate my respect for my family.” My father, mother, brothers and cousins then invited me into the home I had grown up in and started peppering me with questions. I told them about how I had been in airplanes, visited Brazil and made many American friends. I then asked them how they were doing and the news was not good. The weather had been bad and most of the crops were ruined. The village was poorer than ever before. At this point, I took my father aside and handed him a wad of bills. He looked at them in amazement. I had just given him more money than the entire village had made in the past two years. “My son,” he said. “I am grateful. But please tell me you are not a criminal or gangster.” “I am not, father,” I replied. “I would not dishonor you. All of the money I have made has been made honestly and with love. Please, share this money with everyone in the village and make their lives a little easier ” With that he embraced me again and we all sat down to a simple dinner. I knew that the next day my father and the village elders would use some of the cash I had brought to arrange a feast in my honor. That feast, however, would not mean anywhere near as much to me as the rice my mother prepared for me on this night. After the meal I was told that I would be sharing sleeping quarters with one of my 18-year-old cousins. This pleased me, because he had been simply a boy when I left, but now he had started to grow and looked like a beautiful young man. When we retired to bed, he asked me how I had accomplished so much and if it would be possible for him to find the same success. “That depends on what is in your heart,” I told him. “If you have the ability to love and express your love, you can become very successful and enjoy life more than you may have ever thought possible.” I then asked him if he had ever engaged in the act of love. “I have not,” he said. “Why not,” I asked him. “I have not found someone that stirs me,” he replied. “The girls of the village are nice to me, but I have never felt a connection to them.” I told him that I had once felt the same way and been just as confused about my feelings. I then motioned for him to come closer to me. “I don't think the problem is with the girls in the village,” I said. “In fact, I don't think you have a problem at all. I think you have a gift.” With that I gently kissed his cheek. He seemed surprised and started to pull away. “Don't resist your true desires I said,” while moving my lips to his neck. “I can show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.” I then gently moved my hand to his trousers and as I expected I could feel a rock hard bulge had already formed. I started to slowly move my hand across his cock through his pants. “Doesn't that feel good,” I said, while he gently moaned in response. I then went back to kissing his neck and slowly moved my hands inside his pants. I didn't want to scare him off. I wanted him to be lost in desire. I could not have been happier when I found my prize – it was not only rock hard, but well sized and already dripping with pre-cum. “Just relax,” I said. “This is natural. This is beautiful. This is your future.” I started to rub his pre cum over his cock, at which point he started kissing my neck. I knew this was the point where I had to complete the seduction. He was in a sexual haze and I had to bring him pleasure before his fear returned. I pushed him back onto the bed and knelt between his knees. His cock stood tall and proud and I started licking up and down the sides. One day, soon, I knew that I'd be with him in Bangkok watching him do this to another man. Opening him up to man love made my cock thrust hard in my pants. I could tell he was born for this when his hands started playing with my hair, so I moved in and engulfed his cock with my moth. I started sucking on the head of his cock while jacking him off with my right hand. His body smelled musky and sweaty and was turning me on so much that the head of my cock was soaking in my own man juices. To further the seduction I eased a finger into his ass – and he responded with an animal like groan. Within seconds he erupted into my mouth and I tasted his salty sperm for the first time. He convulsed for seconds and then went limp. At this point I needed my own release so I stood up, pulled own my pants and started playing with my own rock hard cock. I aimed it at his face and soon send my own jizz all over his neck, lips and cheeks. “Lick it up, boy,” I said. “Taste it. Taste your future. This cum will take you out of this village and into heaven.” As though he was in a trace he obeyed, and I joyed at seeing him taste sperm for the first – but certainly not the last time. I then cuddled up next to him. “I did not know anything could feel that good,” he said to me. “There are things that feel even better,” I replied. He looked at me in disbelief – and this is when I knew I had to give him his final lesson. I knelt down before him again and started licking his cum off of his dick. As I did so he cock started to come back to life. In no time at all it was as hard as iron once again. “Stand up,” I ordered. He complied and I pulled my pants completely off and laid down on back with my legs spread. “Come here and kiss me,” I demanded. He did so and once he was on top of me. I had my handy condom ready and I reached underneath us and guided his cock to my very wet and willing manhole. I think he was shocked and had never considered this possibility, but his body responded and I pulled him into me. In no time at all I could feel his balls resting against my ass. I started moving my hips and he learned quickly. Soon he was fucking me and I was taking his innocence from him forever. I felt so full while his cock pounded me faster and faster. It only took a few minutes – after all this was his first time – but soon I was rewarded as I heard his groans of lust and knew he was having an orgasm again. He collapsed next to me and though I had not cum a second time, I was satisfied. I had never intended to leave the village alone on this trip. He was probably not aware of it yet, but when he had fucked me his life had changed forever. I knew it was only a matter of time before he was on his back giving a Western man pleasure, and that someday he too would return to the village a successful man. But, for now I let him sleep. His corruption could come later. cc GayThailand.com 2009

I rented this movie as I had not seen it when it was released. I thought it was excellent! A very good movie and I really enjoyed it. Michael Caine is wonderful and Jackman is always great to look at.

I have used a service in front of Marriott Hotel in Pattaya quite a few times with good success. They have a full size van that will take me to Bangkok for 2k. Any other good taxi services anyone recommends?

I have a boyfriend who has Bangkok Bank. He has no money in the account. I want to give him cash to send to a friend I have in Pattaya who needs 1,000 baht as his bar was raided. The bank closes at 6:00 PM. He tells me that he cannot take the thai baht cash to the bank after a certain time and put in the outside deposit machines and then transfer the money to the boys account. I asked my receptionist the same question. He said the same thing that it was not possible. Anyone done this? Are they both wrong? My bank account has 69 baht in it and therefore useless.

I went to Soi Twilight last night and as usual was bored to tears. The 2 places I did go there were packed, which is great. I hope that business picks up for them. I did not find any guys I was interested in but ran into a Thai friend who told me he had been to Saranrom Park right across from the grand Palace the night before and it was booming. I asked him to go with me as I enjoy a midnight stroll. We got off before the place where all the food, clothing and goods vendors are. We walked around there and it was a bit cruisy. It was more low key but obvious to me some hotties were there that wanted me. We made way to the park and was greeted by a slew of guys. It was close to midnight and we were in the park area for about 2 hours. We walked till the end of the palace and turned left and walked across a footbridge and a canal and walked up and down that area for a bit. There was one bar called OK. I don't know if gay but there were at least 50 guys outside drinking whiskey, etc. The bar was closed inside but the street around it was packed. Some very cute lads around it as well. Each area of the streets along the way had boys waiting, walking and looking for customers. All were very friendly. Some were of dubious age. Some were of dubious violence potential. Some were college age guys. Some spoke good English. Some were obviously gay. Some were obviously gay for pay. Some were there chatting with friends. Some were very talkative and very aggressive at going after customers and some were not. We walked around for about an hour or two and I chatted with several guys. I tipped a few guys and gave cigs to some of them. The place had something for just about everyone. Many of the guys don't speak good English but if you speak a little Thai, I am sure you will do fine. I do not know how safe this area is as I went with a friend and I am a big guy and few guys seem to mess with me. But, if you are alone, I would suggest not going down some of those darker side streets (which by the way were also filled with guys). However, if you are a people watcher as I am, this is a fun place. It is an easy walk to the vendors to get food, etc. There are places to sit and relax. There are nice streets to walk with lights along the way. As a mental note to myself, I counted over 100 guys that were obvious hookers. At that point, I stopped counting. I had a very good evening even though I did not pick up anyone from the park, I did see one guy I wanted at the night market and when I returned from my walking was hoping to see him there on the same bench. Of course, he was not there. But, his vision is still embedded in my mind.

I have been using the Rosetta Stone Computer Application to Learn English. I have found it very helpful. It is a tad expensive but if like me, you have met many over the years that you want to learn English, this program works very well and is very comprehensive. I have been supplementing this with a Thai man who tutors. Combined with the 2, I have seen great results.

Has anyone seen this in the stores in Thailand yet? I have read nice things about it and I am sure it will be a bit higher than the 30 USD in Thailand but it is needed for those of us on a Mac.

Thanks for all the responses. I'll be in touch with those interested when we get some kinks worked out. HOPEFULLY over the weekend.

Bankers and lawyers. Can't live with them. Can't live without them. Always be leery of cashier's checks. Cash under the table in a brown envelop is always the best. I use to work for a nice man named Guido. He always paid in cash. Offered an IOU once and I had to decline. But, if you offered one on the Montreal trip I would take it (just in case another Nigerian bank note comes your way).

A true fighter for the people is gone. He will be missed. http://edition.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/08/26...nedy/index.html

What wonderful memories your photos bring back to me. Thank you! When is your next long trip there? Where are you spending more time at now when you go to Brazil?

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What do you think Thailand will be like in 2020? What about Pattaya? What do you think a typical gogo bar will look like?

Your stories about Porto Alegre makes me want to go there over and over again. Is there a really nice hotel there that you recommend? Even if the front desk guys don't have braces.

Nah. I just needed an in. Sorry, it was thin but I tried to work it. Holy Shit. That really was not my intent. Sorry if I was trying to rewrite history. Although now that you bring it up, I have to sit and ponder this for a while. If I compare the last note I got from a guy from Nigeria and the one posted on the other site, I see some similarities. I didn't really see them before you brought this to my attention. Thanks for the light-bulb. Well, I'll let you pick one of the two. I can't see how fraud/bankruptcy can be involved as they deal with affiliates and I think it would be many sites in the same situation. I was involved with a company called IBill many years back and it took me for 50k. I was lucky as I know of others that lost 10 times that. But, it was all public and everyone knew about the fraud at that company. Thank you Stu. You are right. Writing reviews and participating in the forums is the best way to keep this site going.

Thank you FlGuy. This is the best place to post that info. When it is ready to be visible, we will contact you privately with the access information. THANK YOU!

A Hostboy's Tale – Chapter Nine – The Return To Bangkok Part of me wanted to stay forever in Brazil with my American lover. I could easily spend my days looking at the hard men on the beach - and my nights in his strong arms, feeling his cock move in and out of my tight ass. But, it was not meant to be and we both knew it. While we felt like we were in love, we both knew it was transitory. He had a life to get back to America and I needed to return to my homeland, so I could see my family again and be around my people. So, the day came that the American handed me a rolls of bills and a plane ticket back to Thailand. My flight was due to leave in just a few hours, but I need to find some way to pay him back for all the kindness he had shown me. I dropped the cash and the ticket onto the floor. In this moment they were just pieces of paper. Then, I fell to my knees. With practiced hands, I slowly pulled down the zipper of his jeans. I could see the bulge in his black boxers and while it made me salivate, I knew this encounter had to be about his pleasure and not my own. I gently pulled down his pants and underwear and started kissing the sides of his thighs. His thick manly scent filled the air. I felt weak in front of his strong thighs. My lips moved up his legs until I found his fat balls. I started to gently tongue them, savoring the salty taste. The American's low moans told me that I was pleasing him while one of my fingers reached under his sack and started to play with manly hole. As he groaned, I moved my face up to my prize and started to gently kiss the tip of his hard pink cock. My own dick started to swell in my shorts. I may have topped before, but my body knew that my real sexual role was on my knees or my back. I was born to submit to raw animal masculinity. Soon his entire cock was in my mouth. With one hand I jerked his thick shaft, and with the other I eased a slim finger into his tight hole. His hands started playing with my hair and I started to taste the first glorious drops of precum escaping his piss slit. It tasted like heaven. I started to move my mouth faster and faster along his cock. My finger was now deep in his asshole. "Fuck, yeah," he moaned, his grip on my head growing tighter. Now he started getting more excited and literally wanted to fuck my face. I took my hand off his dick and let him shove his cock down my throat. With each more urgent thrust my own cock throbbed harder and harder. Finally the moment we both knew was meant to happen arrived - and he shot off, unleashing a torrent of cum down my throat. At that moment my own body reacted and I started to feel my cock blow its load, even though neither of us had touched it at all. I kept his cock in my mouth until it got soft. Then he pulled his pants up and I picked my money and ticket off the hotel room floor. This was the last bit of passion we would share. Several hours later I was on the plane as it took me on my long journey back to my roots. I knew that I'd always miss the American, but I also understood that he had taught me about life and shown me things that most of my people would never have a chance to see. More importantly, the money he had paid me would be able to buy food and luxuries for my family. I knew that I would return home a hero to my village – filled with exciting stories that would become legend. When my plane arrived in the airport, I took a cab to the train station – only to find out that the next one heading toward my village would not be leaving until the next morning. I booked a first class ticket and then took another taxi back to the hotel I had originally stayed at with the American. I wanted to lie in those cool sheets and remember our moments of passion, when he became my man I was transformed into his boy. After I unpacked my bags I was thirsty, so I decided to head down to the bar. This would be the first time that I'd actually be buying my own drinks – rather than having them paid for by another man. It made me feel powerful and free. I put on my best shirt and pants and got into the elevator for the ride down lobby. When I got to the bar, I immediately ordered a cocktail. Its cold sweetness reminded me of my sunny afternoons on the beach in Rio, and I suddenly felt all of the tension from my long day of travel start to leave my system. I then began to look around the bar and realized that I had been transformed. Where once I would have stood out as the poor village child I was, now I fit in. My western clothes and the mannerisms I'd picked up from my conquests had made me able to be accepted into this society. While I knew that I would be returning to my village the next day, I also understood that this was where I really belonged. After I ordered my second drink, a large man – clearly American - took the bar stool beside. I was immediately struck by how handsome he was. I loved his broad shoulders, and the well-defined muscles under his shirt made my heart beat faster. Of course I wanted him – but I also knew I had to be careful. Westerners, I now knew, were not as fluid in their sexuality as the Thai people. This man could have a wife and children at home and might not ever consider the sweet delights of boys like me. Then, our eyes locked together and I knew I had nothing to fear. I could see desire in them, and my cock started to stiffen in my fine linen trousers. I leaned over and got close enough to him that I could smell his cologne, and asked if I could buy him a drink. This was another first for me, and I was as proud of my courage as I was of the rock hard cock in my pants. He was shy at first and it was hard to get him to talk, but soon his desire started to take over as well and I could tell he was flirting with me. Every so often his hand would brush against my leg and a smile would creep across my face. "Are you staying in the hotel?" he asked, clearly trying to figure out if I was for sale or if I was his for the taking. "Yes," I replied. "I just got back from a vacation to Brazil." I wanted him to know that we were equals. This seemed to calm him, and I could tell he was getting more relaxed. "I could show you my room," I boldly said. Without saying a word, he left money on the bar and started to follow as I walked out towards the lobby. We got into the elevator together and as soon as the doors closed he grabbed me and started kissing me. The man, whose name I would never learn, pushed me against the wall and started grinding his crotch into mine. "You are beautiful," he said, while gently biting the side of my neck. I humped myself back against him, wanting him to feel my hard dick so he knew that I was just as excited as he was. "You are so big and strong," I replied. "You make me feel soft." "Part of you is hard," he said in return, humping me harder and faster. Finally our elevator got to my floor and he again followed me as I led him to my room. Soon I would be submitting to him, but for now I was the leader in our mating ritual. Once we were inside I wasted little time. I motioned him towards my bed. As soon as he sat down I got on my knees in front of him and dived at his crotch. I had his pants off in no time flat and was not disappointed by what I found. He had a large uncut cock that was even bigger than my last American lover. I knew it would feel amazing in any part of my body. This time I did not want to be slow or subtle. I simply wanted to make his hard cock wet, so I began to suck on his dick and jerk him off hard. My spit ran down from the tip making his entire shaft slick "Oh fuck," he said, laying back and letting me service him. "Suck it bitch. Suck it hard." God, yes, I wanted to be this American's bitch. I cupped his ass with one hand as I continued to blow him. Soon, I couldn't take it anymore. My cock and my body had their own needs, so I stood up and started taking off my clothes. His eyes followed by body as I quickly undressed for him. When I was finally nude I slowly turned around, knowing that he would want a good hard look at my tight ass. Then, I walked over to the bed, lay on my back and spread my legs as far apart as I could and laid the condom beside me. "Fuck me," I said. "Fuck me now." I didn't have to tell him twice. He stood up and then turned around so that he was above me. Then he moved into position on top of me and started rubbing his cock against my hole. My cock was standing at attention and leaking copious amounts of precum. "Make me your bitch," I moaned. "Take me now." That's all that needed to be said. His cock was already slick with my saliva and I was open enough not to need any more lube than that. With one beautifully brutal thrust he was inside me to the hilt with his balls resting against my smooth ass. It hurt for a split second but then felt wonderful as he pushed my legs up into the air so my ankles were up by my head. This allowed him to get even deeper into me and I wrapped my arms around his muscular back. "You are so fucking tight," he said. "I love your fat cock," I responded. "Keep it in me. Fuck me with it. Fuck me hard." At first his thrusts were slow, as though he was worried that he might break me. But when he realized I was bucking back against him as hard as I could, he picked up the pace. Finally I was getting the fucking I'd needed since I'd first noticed his deep blue eyes. Our bodies were moving as one and I was in pure bliss. While his cock pounded me harder and harder, my own dick started rubbing against his belly, lubricated by my own juices. Between that and the feeling of being truly filled by his manhood I was ready to blow in no time at all. Quickly, large jets of cum started shooting out of my dick coating his hard sweating body. "Yes," I screamed. "Yes!" This seemed to be more than he could take. "I'm going to cum," he moaned while pulling his dick out of my hot and horny hole. I felt empty inside for a second but then looked up to see him rip off the condom jerking off his fat cock above me. Then jets of his own cum flew out, hitting me on my face, chest and stomach. I reached out, grabbed him and gave him a deep kiss, spreading my sperm onto his face as well. We both kept kissing, taking time out to lick the cum off each other's faces, before finally calming down and nuzzling in each other's embrace. The American fell asleep in my arms, and I knew that I had done what I could to satisfy his rugged masculinity. I would be asleep soon as well; but in the meantime, I watched his slow breathing and fantasized about what it would be like when I arrived home in my village the next day. I wanted my family to be as proud of me as I was of myself. I also wondered if any of my brothers and cousins might be interested in exploring this wonderful life I had discovered. I was sure I would find out soon enough. cc GayThailand.com 2009 written August 23 and 24 2009

After a long year!!!!!! We are close to having the site ready with new code, new features and lots of other goodies! I'll be asking for some beta testers for it. If you are willing please let me know so we can let you play around there and give advice before we go live!

I have had several boysfriends with braces. I met a guy recently in his mid 20's and we had sex. I found it at a gogo bar in Thailand. I thought the braces were hot. I took him and the sex was great. I love to watch him suck dick and see the shiny sparkles when he comes up for air. Am I alone in this boat? Anyone else find them hot?

I love these things on a boy. It is a real turn on for me. Do others find them gross or attractive? I especially love full back tats.