April 2025 Bangkok Trip Report

[vinapu]

9 hours ago, roughjock said:

When I offed T, I sat at the table and he called his brother Min over as well. 

this is what I like about those two, they try to support business of each other. When I was sitting with T he pointed out who his brother is, even if he was already sitting with customer.

But I wouldn't entertain an idea of offing them both at the same time, dinner  together, yes , but not  checking stamp collection.

[srvhakko]

55 minutes ago, vinapu said:

 

There's also set  working at Moonlight, well known #10  being one of them.

Yes, his Lao brother is my friend on Facebook. 

I'm really curious about brothers T and Min, so my first night stop in Bangkok will be Good boys bar.

[CallMeLee]

Woke up still wrapped in the warmth of last night. Min was sound asleep beside me, one arm across the pillow, hair a little messy, looking like someone who had zero interest in the Songkran chaos outside. I didn’t move for a while. Just lay there, feeling that rare kind of peace and quiet . When we finally stirred and made our way downstairs for breakfast, he was back to his usual self—quiet, polite, and flashing those soft smiles that somehow made the air around us feel calmer. There was something deeply relaxing about his presence. No demands. Just chill.

After breakfast, he headed off, and I started getting ready to meet his older brother, T, over at the Starbucks in Surawong. Just as I was stepping out of the room, I got a message from him saying he was up and getting ready too. 

Down in the hotel parking, the staff were clearly in Songkran mode. Buckets tucked behind the counter, people already a little wet, music playing faintly from someone’s speaker. The housekeeping auntie—who I’ve grown fond of—walked over holding a small container of something grey and smeared it across my cheeks with expert confidence. It smelled earthy, fresh, a little sweet. Later Raposa would tell me it was sandalwood paste, part tradition, part cooling agent, part “let’s make tourists look like locals.” I stayed for a bit, chatting, laughing, letting their playful energy rub off on me.

Over at Starbucks, I grabbed my second coffee and settled in. T arrived looking like he hadn’t yet been claimed by the water war. I got him a drink, and he gave my outfit a once-over—shorts, waterproof pouch, sandals. He seemed satisfied, though he noted I wasn’t packing coins for water refills. He said don't worry he'll be taking care of it. He just quietly handled things and I like that vibe from him. That’s kind of his thing.

We headed through Patpong, which in broad daylight felt surreal. The whole place looked like it was taking a nap—shuttered bars, neon signs turned off, a few shopkeepers hosing down their sidewalks. It felt more like a movie set after wrap than the fever-dream it usually becomes at night.

At Silom, we stopped to get proper soakers. The stall had everything from tiny pistols to full-blown backpack cannons. I picked a decent mid-range one, something that said "I came to play" but not "I have unresolved rage issues." Before I could even reach for my wallet, T had already paid for both of us. He shrugged it off saying I can pay him later, no fuss.

And then came the surprise: we wouldn’t just be a duo. Min was joining us again, along with their younger sister and her Vietnamese friend, who’d flown in specifically for Songkran. The dynamic shifted quickly. I suddenly felt like I was part of a family outing I hadn’t been officially invited to. Two brothers, a sister, a guest. And me—the wildcard.

It hit me for a moment. How do I fit here? Do I introduce myself as the guy who just woke up next to your brother? The one who’s now tagging along with the other one? It was absurd and vaguely hilarious being the mystery guest among siblings. And not just any guest—the guy who's slept with at least two of them. Internally, I panicked. What’s the etiquette here? "Hi, I’m the guy from your brothers’ shared folder?"

But the feeling didn’t last long.

The girls were chatty and disarming. They pulled me in effortlessly. Min, maybe because he was with family, was more playful than I’d seen him—joking around, tossing water like he had a score to settle. T kept checking on me in his quiet way. Making sure I wasn’t lagging, that I had enough water, that I was having fun. He didn’t hover, but he was always near.

Silom was already packed. Buckets being flung from everywhere, hoses spraying down strangers, foam cannons blasting into the air. It was overcast, with a bit of drizzle, which made everything feel cool and almost cinematic. No one was spared. Old women. Kids. Tourists. Everyone got drenched and no one cared. Music pounded from storefronts, the kind of repetitive EDM that makes you forget what time it is.

We walked the full length of the road and back. My shirt clung to my skin. Water pooled in my sandals. I was freezing and grinning like a fool. The crowd was just right—not yet overwhelming, but still electric.

Eventually, back near Saladaeng, the group decided they’d had enough. The girls looked happy, Min seemed ready to hibernate, and the energy had mellowed. One by one, they started to head off. T said he was heading home too—to his own place, which I learned wasn’t the same one Min stays in.

We stood there a bit, just the two of us now. He didn’t seem in a hurry, but he wasn’t lingering either. I felt a pull—not dramatic, just a quiet nudge that said I wasn’t quite ready to be alone yet. Maybe it was how he'd looked after me all day. Maybe I just wanted to end the day on my own terms. So I asked if he wanted to come back to my place instead.

It wasn’t rehearsed. I didn’t dress it up. I just asked. And I meant it in that very specific way where you're not asking for more, but you're hoping the moment lasts a little longer. He looked at me, calm as ever, and nodded. That was enough.

Back at the hotel, we peeled off our soaked clothes and we showered off the grime, the chalky paste, and whatever questionable liquid had landed on us earlier. The hot water felt like a full-body reset. No rush, no expectations. When we finally collapsed into bed, it wasn’t about anything but rest. No deep talk. No big moment. Just two people wiped out from the same strange, happy kind of day.

[Keithambrose]

47 minutes ago, CallMeLee said:

Woke up still wrapped in the warmth of last night. Min was sound asleep beside me, one arm across the pillow, hair a little messy, looking like someone who had zero interest in the Songkran chaos outside. I didn’t move for a while. Just lay there, feeling that rare kind of peace and quiet . When we finally stirred and made our way downstairs for breakfast, he was back to his usual self—quiet, polite, and flashing those soft smiles that somehow made the air around us feel calmer. There was something deeply relaxing about his presence. No demands. Just chill.

After breakfast, he headed off, and I started getting ready to meet his older brother, T, over at the Starbucks in Surawong. Just as I was stepping out of the room, I got a message from him saying he was up and getting ready too. 

Down in the hotel parking, the staff were clearly in Songkran mode. Buckets tucked behind the counter, people already a little wet, music playing faintly from someone’s speaker. The housekeeping auntie—who I’ve grown fond of—walked over holding a small container of something grey and smeared it across my cheeks with expert confidence. It smelled earthy, fresh, a little sweet. Later Raposa would tell me it was sandalwood paste, part tradition, part cooling agent, part “let’s make tourists look like locals.” I stayed for a bit, chatting, laughing, letting their playful energy rub off on me.

Over at Starbucks, I grabbed my second coffee and settled in. T arrived looking like he hadn’t yet been claimed by the water war. I got him a drink, and he gave my outfit a once-over—shorts, waterproof pouch, sandals. He seemed satisfied, though he noted I wasn’t packing coins for water refills. He said don't worry he'll be taking care of it. He just quietly handled things and I like that vibe from him. That’s kind of his thing.

We headed through Patpong, which in broad daylight felt surreal. The whole place looked like it was taking a nap—shuttered bars, neon signs turned off, a few shopkeepers hosing down their sidewalks. It felt more like a movie set after wrap than the fever-dream it usually becomes at night.

At Silom, we stopped to get proper soakers. The stall had everything from tiny pistols to full-blown backpack cannons. I picked a decent mid-range one, something that said "I came to play" but not "I have unresolved rage issues." Before I could even reach for my wallet, T had already paid for both of us. He shrugged it off saying I can pay him later, no fuss.

And then came the surprise: we wouldn’t just be a duo. Min was joining us again, along with their younger sister and her Vietnamese friend, who’d flown in specifically for Songkran. The dynamic shifted quickly. I suddenly felt like I was part of a family outing I hadn’t been officially invited to. Two brothers, a sister, a guest. And me—the wildcard.

It hit me for a moment. How do I fit here? Do I introduce myself as the guy who just woke up next to your brother? The one who’s now tagging along with the other one? It was absurd and vaguely hilarious being the mystery guest among siblings. And not just any guest—the guy who's slept with at least two of them. Internally, I panicked. What’s the etiquette here? "Hi, I’m the guy from your brothers’ shared folder?"

But the feeling didn’t last long.

The girls were chatty and disarming. They pulled me in effortlessly. Min, maybe because he was with family, was more playful than I’d seen him—joking around, tossing water like he had a score to settle. T kept checking on me in his quiet way. Making sure I wasn’t lagging, that I had enough water, that I was having fun. He didn’t hover, but he was always near.

Silom was already packed. Buckets being flung from everywhere, hoses spraying down strangers, foam cannons blasting into the air. It was overcast, with a bit of drizzle, which made everything feel cool and almost cinematic. No one was spared. Old women. Kids. Tourists. Everyone got drenched and no one cared. Music pounded from storefronts, the kind of repetitive EDM that makes you forget what time it is.

We walked the full length of the road and back. My shirt clung to my skin. Water pooled in my sandals. I was freezing and grinning like a fool. The crowd was just right—not yet overwhelming, but still electric.

Eventually, back near Saladaeng, the group decided they’d had enough. The girls looked happy, Min seemed ready to hibernate, and the energy had mellowed. One by one, they started to head off. T said he was heading home too—to his own place, which I learned wasn’t the same one Min stays in.

We stood there a bit, just the two of us now. He didn’t seem in a hurry, but he wasn’t lingering either. I felt a pull—not dramatic, just a quiet nudge that said I wasn’t quite ready to be alone yet. Maybe it was how he'd looked after me all day. Maybe I just wanted to end the day on my own terms. So I asked if he wanted to come back to my place instead.

It wasn’t rehearsed. I didn’t dress it up. I just asked. And I meant it in that very specific way where you're not asking for more, but you're hoping the moment lasts a little longer. He looked at me, calm as ever, and nodded. That was enough.

Back at the hotel, we peeled off our soaked clothes and we showered off the grime, the chalky paste, and whatever questionable liquid had landed on us earlier. The hot water felt like a full-body reset. No rush, no expectations. When we finally collapsed into bed, it wasn’t about anything but rest. No deep talk. No big moment. Just two people wiped out from the same strange, happy kind of day.

Great report!

[srvhakko]

l read each report at least twice in this thread.   

Literatic , entartaining , intriguing, enticing and  stirring 

Thanks for reports✌️

[vinapu]

3 hours ago, srvhakko said:

l read each report at least twice in this thread.   

Literatic , entartaining , intriguing, enticing and  stirring 

Thanks for reports✌️

+1, 

knowing some guys from the story helps, lol

[vinapu]

4 hours ago, CallMeLee said:

T kept checking on me in his quiet way

What ?  I think about him with smile but certainly not because his fame of having ways quiet. Seeing him quiet I'd buy him aspirin or something

[CallMeLee]

3 hours ago, vinapu said:

What ?  I think about him with smile but certainly not because his fame of having ways quiet. Seeing him quiet I'd buy him aspirin or something

Lol! I mean this figuratively. Maybe because his sister and friend are with us, so he acts a bit differently compared if it's just the two of us. 

[jason1975]

Glad you enjoyed Songkran!

[vinapu]

4 hours ago, CallMeLee said:

Lol! I mean this figuratively. Maybe because his sister and friend are with us, so he acts a bit differently compared if it's just the two of us. 

that makes sense and it's easy to believe and imagine

[CallMeLee]

54 minutes ago, jason1975 said:

Glad you enjoyed Songkran!

Yes, surprisingly I enjoyed Songkran. My last one prior to this was before my whoring days in Thailand. I’d been avoiding it for years, following general sentiments in this forum. But sometimes it pays to break your own rules.

[vinapu]

27 minutes ago, CallMeLee said:

Yes, surprisingly I enjoyed Songkran. 

I'm not surprised considering  your companions in soaking

[Raposa]

8 hours ago, CallMeLee said:

 I’d been avoiding it for years, following general sentiments in this forum. But sometimes it pays to break your own rules.

Yes, a wise man once said don’t follow the general sentiments on this forum but «Go and see for yourself».

[CallMeLee]

When T left that night, I was faced with a dilemma : jump back into the aquatic circus or stay dry and preserve some sense of peace. The idea of weaving through water-wielding teenagers just to end up in a packed bar soggy and annoyed didn’t quite spark joy. So, I opted for the grown-up route ---booked a proper massage at a legit spot near the hotel. The kind where the therapist actually knows anatomy, not just how to flip a towel. Finished off the night with a slow coffee at a quiet café nearby. No loud music, no buckets, just me, a decent brew, and the sight of drenched people stumbling back to their hotels like defeated gladiators.

Next morning, I woke up earlier than expected. Fresh, clear-headed, and with muscles that no longer felt like tangled cables. That massage had done good work. Songkran chaos was still alive outside, but I had errands.

Back to Platinum Mall to finish my small shopping list. Realized I still had a Japanese Yen bills from Tokyo, so I headed to the SuperRich counter at the entrance. Handed my small stash over, but the staff squinted at it and pointed to the slightly softened edge and apparently, a couple of the bills had taken on a bit of moisture. Whether it was condensation or collateral damage from the city’s annual water war, they didn’t want it. No argument. I crossed over to another booth across which looked like it was bank-affiliated (SCB?), and they took it without hesitation. Either they had a better dryer or just less fussed about currency hydration levels.

With some baht added to my wallet, I made my way through the mall, picked up a few things, and had lunch at the food court. Nothing fancy, just solid, uncomplicated Thai food and a cold drink. Simple wins.

Back at the hotel, I mulled over heading to Silom for another massage, but the odds of being drenched on the way weren’t in my favor. Sent a Line message to Ssense --- still no reply. At this point, I was starting to take the ghosting personally. Decided to shift direction and head up to Saphan Khwai for 15M instead. The shop’s a short walk from the BTS, and the route is relatively splash-free if you know how to navigate around the kids with buckets.

JJ seems to be building a bit of hype lately, probably from his OnlyFans fanbase making him rarely available . Picked Boston. Good call. The massage started clinical, in a good way. firm pressure, no wasted movements. As it eased into more sensual territory, he kept things slow and natural. Nothing mechanical, no awkward transitions. Just calm, steady attention and quiet confidence. 

Later that night, met up with Raposa again. Getting to Silom Complex was a challenge in itself. Traffic was at a standstill, so I got out at Dusit Hotel and decided to hoof it. Took about 45 minutes weaving through a crowd that felt like half of Bangkok decided to gather on the same road. 

Tried sneaking in through the skywalk, hoping to dodge the lower-level madness. Almost worked until we hit a bottleneck near the entrance. Security was turning away anyone carrying water guns, and the resulting U-turns just made the whole thing worse. Eventually got inside and settled in for dinner.

Dinner was decent. Raposa’s favorite pork belly dish was missing in action again. this is starting to feel personal (lol) but at least we had a quiet table and some breathing room. We lingered longer than usual, hoping the crowd outside would thin out. It didn’t.

We ruled out Banana and Jupiter almost immediately. Too packed, too wet, too much. So we threaded our way through to Patpong. Still plenty of playful splashers, and by the time we reached Dragon and Koi, we were both semi-drenched. One of the hosts took pity and started dabbing me dry with paper towels. Slightly embarrassing, but I let him have his moment.

Later, we squeezed into Freshboys. The place was packed. We landed second-row seats, just behind the front stools, meaning a nonstop parade of people pacing right in front of us. Not exactly premium viewing.

Then came the twin dramas. First, a customer with a backpack brushed past and accidentally knocked over two beers on the table next to us. Big splash, loud yelps. The bar staff didn’t replace the drinks, which felt a bit stingy considering the price of entry. A few minutes later, two guys tripped in front of us, unclear who caused what, but within seconds they were grabbing each other’s shirts and looking ready to throw down. Staff jumped in, separated them, and walked them out before anything major happened.

The show restarted and a new batch of boys came on stage. One in particular caught my eye --- Vietnamese, lean build, smooth lines, just the right amount of intensity (number 17). He was definitely aware I was watching, throwing back the occasional look that wasn’t exactly subtle. I walked up and gave him a tip. nothing over-the-top, just enough to signal interest. The room was too crowded to make anything else happen, but maybe next time.

Raposa was also in tipping mode. We realized that our tastes in guys, didn’t overlap. Good thing As it keeps outings like this less competitive and drama free (lol).We wrapped things up, shook hands, and I wished him well for his next leg of travel.

No off for me that night, but I wasn’t bothered.

As for me, Another night in Bangkok ---chaotic, a little soaked, and full of unexpected moments. But then again, that’s what keeps it interesting. Wouldn’t change a thing.

[bkkmfj2648]

36 minutes ago, CallMeLee said:

The show restarted and a new batch of boys came on stage. One in particular caught my eye --- Vietnamese, lean build, smooth lines, just the right amount of intensity (number 17). He was definitely aware I was watching, throwing back the occasional look that wasn’t exactly subtle. I walked up and gave him a tip. nothing over-the-top, just enough to signal interest.

Yes, the illustrious #17 = he is hot stuff and very popular in this forum.

[CallMeLee]

37 minutes ago, bkkmfj2648 said:

Yes, the illustrious #17 = he is hot stuff and very popular in this forum.

Absolutely he’s undeniably a stunning guy. That said… spoiler alert: my experience with him at the bar, sadly, didn’t turn out so great.

[jason1975]

10 minutes ago, CallMeLee said:

Absolutely he’s undeniably a stunning guy. That said… spoiler alert: my experience with him at the bar, sadly, didn’t turn out so great.

Oops! Haha

[roughjock]

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

[floridarob]

7 hours ago, roughjock said:

Is Freshboys #17 going to be the first bar boy who fucks this entire forum?

It's how me & @vinapu are related, but from another bar in Pattaya....and different parents.