First Full Day, settling in, setting out
Jet lag is just something to put up with, I gave up on strategies to cope years and years ago. I just get up and get on with things. So, now it's 7am and I'm wide awake. The room is also steamy and not from sex. Van is not a fan of air conditioning and turns it off during the night. This is also a precursor to his taking over the bed. He will turn, and toss, and make a 360 degree navigation of all corners of the bed, including prodding me to the edge.
His subconscious believes that the center of a bed is just a starting point. I have let my mind imagine what it must be like in the dorm type living arrangement he has in Bangkok with 4 other Vietnamese boys when they sleep.
I don't wake him as we each understand that our internal clocks are different for sleeping and for eating. After working until 2 at a club, he'll eat some street food - usually from the chicken and rice place in the parking lot next to the Kasikorn bank near the bars and then go to bed around 4. This assumes that he hasn't been off'd - when the timing varies wildly.
So I head down to The Raya's breakfast buffet...this is when I notice one of the differences between The Rays and my former home away from home, the Tarntawan. While, like the Tarntawan in the past, most of the other diners are men, they are all Japanese. And, they are all dressed for golf! I will later learn that Japanese golfers book The Raya as it is convenient to the Japanese shops and restaurants situated on Surawong and Soi Thaniya. Part of the Thaniya building where Cutey and Beauty, the very gay friendly salon is located is a mecca for the golfer. Other than a hole-in-one, anything and everything a gofer could want is available there at prices, I'm told, significantly lower than in Japan.
But, I digress, breakfast is sufficient, there's cereal, eggs, some meats, fruit, and six or eight Japanese specific dishes. The outlier one morning was spaghetti carbonara.
Back in the room, Van has now rotated counter clockwise with his head at the foot of the bed, I catch up on email and attempt to avoid theTrump inaugural news from home.
As Van is still asleep, this may be the point in this report, to add some more personal details. Van and i are more "friends with benefits" than enmeshed lovers. We were way back when, but have moved on. My body has also moved on, thanks to medical practice and the consequences of listening to doctors. On the whole I am, for my age, remarkably healthy. Other than a Pepto Bismol for upset stomach, I take no medications. According to my doctor, I have the cholesterol of a teenager. Yet, that same doctor told me that I had a high reading on the test that indicates the possibility of prostate cancer. Two years back, I heeded her advice and submitted to a prostate biopsy.
In retrospect, this was not a good idea. Other than a high reading on the PSA test, I had no other symptoms. The outcome of the biopsy was two fold: one, I simply have a large prostate thus the high reading; two, the cuts and sample removals from the prostate for the biopsy reduced my ability to ejaculate. It also lessened somewhat my ability to keep my personal flagpole at attention.
Van and I have discussed this and he knows what will work for me and how to get there. One of the "benefits"of this friend with benefits is to coach others who I might bring back on the lack of cum. Saves me quite a bit in explanation.
O.K. Now, I've put that out front for perspective. I'll go out later any but some Thai viagra for psychological support.
Van is up by 10:30, no breakfast, we shower together, and go to Cutey and Beauty for haircuts. After, we wander around the golf shops and Van calls my attention to some golf gloves which he thinks are leather gloves for a motorcycle, which he dreams about saving for. I explain the difference. Which gets him started on his wanting to get a leather jacket for the winter after he moves back to Vietnam.
This starts us talking and google translating about his work. He has a job back in Vietnam that will also bring him to Bangkok. Not quite clear on what it involves other than clothes. He worked for the company when last year when the powers that be drove the Vietnamese from the go go bars. The company offered him full time work and he's taking them up as he doesn't want to continue being a gogo boy. He's just left Hot Male and had been at Fresh Boys. He say's less money, much less, but it is stable and he will do his best to work his way up.
We check out the gym at the top of the Thaniya Building, it's about $15 per day per person. Van say's he doesn't like it as it's air-conditioned. I figure, I'll maybe use it later in my visit (I won't). Back to the hotel, While waiting for the room to be made up, Tien asks for help in finding the leather jacket he wants. Upfront, I tell him, I won't buy it for you but will give you an advance against what I will pay for your time. When he stays with me all day, I give him 3,000 THB per day..
We google and find nothing. No, actually find several negative comments on different blogs. I remember that Tony Leather is located between the hotel and son Twilight. It seems to be all shoes but perhaps the owner can help or discourage. Entering, I see there is a lightweight leather jacket in the shop window. To make a long story short, Tony Leather has some jackets in the back, Van likes none of them, and none really fit him, he shows the manager pictures of what he's found on line. They can make one up for him in day. Price 12,000 THB. That would absorb all of what I'd be giving Van. With kind words we retreat to the hotel.
I decide to take a nap. Before I'm fully asleep, Van sits on the bed and asks if I'd mind if he went back and negotiated withTony Leather. He suspects (correctly) that the manager saw me and figured the foreigner will pay. Van intends to go back and say that it's his money not mine and that they need to deal and maybe he'll have them make the jacket. I agree this is a good plan and I go to sleep. About an hour later, he nudges me awake. He has the price at 8,000 THB and would I advance him 4,000 for a deposit. Done...he goes off to be measured, and I get some more sleep.
It's now 6:30 and Van,not having eaten since midnight, is hungry. I tell him to pick the place. We wander around Surawong, I mention Madrid, cited by Vinapu for its cashew chicken, I just get a strange look and we march on. Van likes fish so after lots of consideration selects Happy Beer Garden. Staff is friendly, mix of tourist and locals. Can't say I was impressed by the food, but I carefully chose bland things, Van told me the fish which was fresh from a tank was good.
We adjourned to Hot Male Bar, where La the chief "grabber" of customers welcomed us. Van tells me he's a good guy and watches out for the boys. Not everyone is like that and he mentions the mamasans who pressure the boys on getting offs and getting customers to buy drinks. Not to be disrespectful of his reasoning and feelings, but, having managed some things in my life, I can see the mamasan's side. THB has to come it the door to keep the lights on inside.
While we are talking, I have my eye on a bar boy working at Banana Bar. Short and twinky with hair emerging from being blonde. Van notices and being devoted to making me happy asks if I'm interested. I say not tonight.
We go to X-Boys which since my last visit to Bangkok in October has had some really positive Forum comments. We're seated in a prime table in front of a group of young Chinese women. This is a problem as during the rotation, the rotation stops as three of the boys won't budge from preening for the girls. So there is no rotation in the rotation. Pay up and move on to Classic Boys. It's been a long time since I'd been in to see the water act. Seated front and center. Usual buy me a drink from the multiplicity of mamasans. Maybe twenty guys, almost all twink types on stage. One extremely cute one waring a red ball cap. Show starts, the three musical numbers are very good. Also very good is one of the four coyote dancers who back up the singers. Great smile and an energetic dancer with sex appeal. Van notices. After the show, I go to the toilet. When I return to my seat, I find Van has pulled the dancer over and was talking with him. He introduces him and tells me he's already been off'd but would like to see me later in the visit. Friend with Benefits.
On the way out of the soi, he introduces me to the twink from Banana Bar, to whom I give a 100 THB.
Stop at Family Mart, Van gets some breakfast food for tomorrow. Back in the room, he decides he needs more food and goes to the chicken and rice place, When back and eating, I decide to go out. Van will watch a movie on my iPad. He knows from experience I'm looking for something/someone.
He's right, I'm going to Screwboys to see if Yoyo is working. I met Yoyo in September and we has a good time, very good time, and have been exchanging Line messages. Screwboys is fairly packed and I managed to get a seat way in the back behind some smokers. One of the mamasans sees this and moves me even further back out of the range of the smoke. Ask if Yoyo is there...no...is he still at Screwboys?...yes, not there. Has he left for home for Tetyet?...Yes/No...???
Well, Yoyo isn't going to happen, so might as well take a serious look at the guys on stage in their black and white checked shorts. I watch a couple of rotations. There must be 30 boys. #40 catches my eye. Tall, thin but muscular in the sense of being defined/cut. Too far away from the stage to smile and make eye contact, so I mention the number to the mamasan who'd gotten me way from the smokers. And #40 is next to me. Some, but only some, English. Up close he is even more handsome and his ab definition is more than rock solid. My hands are encouraged to wander and he preempts one question by kissing me.
Name is "Nguyen", are you Vietnamese? Yes. (I seem to have an affinity for Viets: Van, YoYo, and others (see previous reports). Ask if knows Yoyo. He says, "yes" but Yoyo not here. I wonder if this is marketing 101, take me, competition not competing.
What to you do..."Up to you". I press a bit here, while knowing I have limitations, I like to know the boys are up for a full range of possibilities. I think I get a "yes, everything".
Now, I don't want to take him back to the room as he hasn't been Van vetted. I check with mamasan, yes, room are available for 500, off is 400, fee is 2000. Two drinks 700. This will be a $100 night at the current exchange rate. I ask Nguyen to get dressed. Mamasan escorts us to the Pavilion Hotel conveniently located right next door. He goes with us, I assume, as he gets a tip from the hotel. I pay hotel. Given a room number. Basic with shower and bed and a 1980's television that doesn't work but is huge.
Nguyen and I undress and take a shower together. His body is breathtaking. (DivineMadman will meet him later and his comment was "wow"). In bed we check each other out, as I'm about to taste his cock, he says "I know you". What? "I've seen your picture, I know it's you". What picture? I figure out that Yoyo showed him a photo from Line. He tells me his impressions of me from what he knows. I'm a bit baffled, I know there is a bar boy telegraph about customers, but this is somewhat over and above.
I go back to my tasting and sampling, we 69, then back to deep kissing. He tells me that I'm large. No, I'm not, but thanks for lesson 2 from Marketing 101. I don't attempt to fuck hime, but he takes three of my fingers into himself, lots of cock play, mutual masturbation, I come strongly - an orgasm without cum. Nguyen doesn't quite understand, but has a major chuck wow release. We cuddle/spoon for a while, then unsticking from one another take a long shower. No rush.
He wants me to have his Line, don't have my phone. We go back to Screwboys and he gets some note paper (which is torn from a log of how much money each boy brought in from drinks (it's old but still interesting when I look at it the next day). I wait outside and the mamasan comes out to check how things went. This is very full service. Nguyen brings me his screen name andI learn that Nguyen is Uyn (still pronounced "Win").
I return to The Raya where Van is in bed waiting for me. I tell him checked out the clubs. He smiles...he knows me. I get in bed, and he wraps himself around me for some spooning.