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It was the last night on my first trip to Thailand in 1996 - in the years before I became an erotic beijing massage ylyzd505 . Months before the trip I prepared by reading everything I could on the people, places, and events. It was all worth it as I was in Pattaya's red light district and now in front of me on stage was a Thai man who was incredibly muscular. He seemed to be smiling just for me and while I desired him, I wondered if I had enough money with me to buy him for the night. In the course of working out this fantasy, the bar was closing, so I left. The night was cool and I couldn't sleep, so I walked for a short time knowing this was my last night in Thai paradise. As I got back to my hotel, I saw a man standing by the parked motorbikes outside. He putting on a helmet. It was the dancer from the bar! I said Hi. Bluntly he asked if I wanted him. He said he saw me looking at him in the bar and he had wanted me! How could I resist! In my hotel room, he did a slow strip for me and my camera and when he pulled his underwear off I gasped, it was one of the largest I had ever seen in my life. He saw me aghast staring at it and explained that most people think Asian men are small, but that all native Thai men are that big. Later with further journeys to Thailand, I would learn he was correct. For that night I got to play with his naked muscularly perfect body... Before I left the States for this trip I consulted with many people about gay life in Thailand. The events listed in this Blog on my first Thai trip came from their suggestions - of course I found on later trips many men who just enjoyed my company rather than my wallet. But for this first trip earlier in the week, I had played in many of Thailand's 'boys for sale' marketplaces. The first bar I decided to visit was called Tawan, which means 'the sun'. I was told they only had muscle men there. I knew I wasn't attracted to 'lady boys' - Thai people usually consider those slender hipped sissy I had seen strutting their stuff along the streets of the Patpong, as 'gays'. It is only in recent days, with the advent of gay pride and man-to-man marriages that this no longer applies. But this was in the days of 1996 - my first Thai trip. Patpong - Bangkok's 'Red Light' district of over 200 nightclubs, strip joints, cheap bars and also a great place to go shopping for souvenirs in the Night Bazaar.. The Patpong is actually the nickname for a very small section of the city, consisting of 2 small alleyways/lanes (which are called "soi") bordered by 2 larger streets (which are called "Thanon") of the Silom and Surawong. Several friends suggested places to meet boys for rent. They helped me get over the idea of actually buying a boy from a bar, taking him home and do anything I wanted with him and for very little money - maybe about $10 for a quickie and $20 if he spent the night with me. The Patpong was the place for it. Each of these types of bar charged the client an "off fee" of about $5-10, to take the guy off work and back to your hotel. I should mention that everything in Thailand is much cheaper than in the States. Due to the exchange rate one US dollar is equal to about 40 baht - baht is the term for a Thai dollar. By day, the Patpong was filled with eateries and interesting shops, even though most were all closed and chained up.. By night, there was huge Night Bazaar and the closed up shops became bars, discos, and the dark smoky dens I had fantasies about when I heard the name Bangkok. Exotic, Hot, Mysterious, Tingling with the hint of Danger. Most of the places in the Patpong had cute boys by the doors hawking the attributes of the beautiful young girls inside. In these places the doors were open and I could see bikini clad teens prancing on poles and shaking their booty for the customers who were cat calling to them. Or they were not girls at all. The Thai's call them "Kathoey" - for drag. I often found that the drag queens in this city looked far better than the street hookers who were actually female! Some places though attracted my eye as the cute boys were grabbing beijing massage ylyzd505 their crotches and getting customers like myself to enter, men who sought other men for the pleasures of the flesh. I wanted a man in my bed, so I went on a side street to a place I had read about - the Tawan. When you first walk in there is a a long stage, the length of the bar. Surrounding it on all sides were rows of bar stools and small booths. Glaring disco lights, spotlights and other such lighting effects beamed colored lights from every angle, but the bar was dimly lit and filled with cigarette smoke. It was also packed with men. Most were gaping at the stage while sipping cool drinks. On the stage was a parade of scantly clad boys. Most were in white underwear, or bathing suites and some were in jock straps. All had a large button pinned to whatever clothing they wore. The pins had numbers on them. I have never seen anything like this before. I was told by the bar-keep that all I had to do was give him a number and the boy who owned it would be mine that night. There were other bars I drifted to like the Barbary Coast [35/3-4-5 Thanon Surowong] or Boys of Bangkok [894/11-13 Soi Pratachai, Thanon Surawong]. They had stage shows with drag queens and simulated sex acts maybe being man-handled by several men, stripped near naked and forcibly entered. All acts looked very real. At the Barbary Coast I particularly enjoyed had two hunky men who wrestled for control. If it was an act, it was convincing. Other good stage shows had the men washing each other with soap suds seemingly stark naked or having men with oil glistening bodies play with fire; they will even set themselves on fire to be hosed down at the last minute. As I found out in these performances, it was best not to have a seat too close to the stage!