Any luck with mocy guys?

[bert1600]

When I was in Indonesia I took now and then a mototaxi. At least 3 times the driver let me touch under his shirt and/or slip my hands in his pants to feel his (hard) cock. It all happened in the evening in Kuta. Some wanted to join me in my hotel.
I never tried that in Bangkok, but maybe somebody was more brave? Or could even date with mocy guys?

[thaiguest]

When I was in Indonesia I took now and then a mototaxi. At least 3 times driver let me touch under his shirt and/or slip my hands in his pants to feel his (hard) cock. It all happened in the evening in another atme wanted to join me in my hotel.
I never tried that in Bangkok, but maybe somebody was more brave? Or could even date with mocy guys?
You're a mind reader!
Of late I see more and more drop-dead young and handsome mocy boys-in Pattaya at least. Check out the guy near Niceboys / soi Crazy Dragon, another cutie near the Kabab stand on 2nd Rd/Pattaya Thai junction, another at Cucumber Restaurant -so many rides!

[chillnorther]

"I never tried that in Bangkok, but maybe somebody was more brave? Or could even date with mocy guys?"

Brave? That may not be necessary. Date? Still trying to compute that, but no doubt there are amicable lads with engines between their knees to rent.

[francois]

I know a farang who was enamored of a motorbike driver and pursued him for a hookup. Later they did become an item of sorts.

[lonelywombat]

Last night whilst watching the football on TV, my friend just arrived back from Pattaya showed me the photos of the boys he had sex with this trip. All clothed but the one one he had most success with was a motorbike boy, just a few days before coming home.

He had gone to exchange money prior to going to Jomtien Beach. Usually he walks as he is not in a hurry and needs the excercise. He had noticed the young guy waiting on his bike. After a few minutes he turned back and asked him to drive him to Jomtien. It was not his turn so he said no,and showed him to the next in line. They agreed however to him having the driver he wanted, as he said this boy or not at all. On the drive down the boy told him he was not gay.
But he let his hand slip down where he could touch the boy's cock and was pleased to feel him get hard. He wanted to go elsewhere or stay with him, but he said no.

But he gave him a good tip,asked for his mobile number, and asked would he pick him up for return later.He was waiting for him outside Bondi even though his roster had finished.Would not go inside with him ,or come into the condo but agreed to pick him up in the morning and take him to the beach.
In the morning they went down past Royal Cliff for a looksee and stopped for a play, gave him a head job and it went from there. Trip to and from the beach, daily head job and he is already planning his next trip.

The thing he warns about is the jealous attitude of other drivers if the boy spends too much time away, even though they get more work. The young drivers seem to be more available daytime in the areas he selects from, but there are not many.

Or could even date with mocy guys?
A date. Yes! Where you hang out, discuss friends or experiences or politics or attitudes you have in common and then maybe enjoy a movie before you end up in bed fucking each other's brains out. I can see it now

[lonelywombat]

Or could even date with mocy guys?


A date. Yes! Where you hang out, discuss friends or experiences or politics or attitudes you have in common and then maybe enjoy a movie before you end up in bed fucking each other's brains out. I can see it now

I find it far from amusing that kommentariat wants to post because somebody uses a word he dislikes.

Surely it would be better you just shut up now and again.

Or could even date with mocy guys?


A date. Yes! Where you hang out, discuss friends or experiences or politics or attitudes you have in common and then maybe enjoy a movie before you end up in bed fucking each other's brains out. I can see it nowI find it far from amusing that kommentariat wants to post because somebody uses a word he dislikesAnd what evidence can you present that I dislike the word "date"

[Dodger]

Smiles...Do you remember this one?

Pattaya - September 1999

Motorbike Boy

September brings back vivid memories of my holiday in Pattaya in 1999.

After five or six straight evenings of karaoke, disco, go-goтАЩs and bouncing brown boys, I decided to give myself a break. No, actually I had to give myself a break. I needed one night to relax, get a half way normal nights sleep and regain my sense of metal and physical equilibrium.

I woke the next morning feeling fully rejuvenated and ready to go. I enjoyed an early morning breakfast at RenoirтАЩs Restaurant, a quick shower and off with my camera to see the sights. I was walking around the back soiтАЩs near the Flamingo Hotel, dodging the gnarly looking hobo dogs who seem to rule the soiтАЩs, especially in the early morning hours. I came across a small store with a table in front and decided to stop-in for a cold can of pineapple juice. As I sat fudging around with my camera, I noticed a group of motorbike boys sitting directly across from me. Nothing outside the usual, at least at first glance, but then my eyes focused on one boy in particular. My eyes are as sensitive as a NASA satellite when it comes to spotting a good-looking boy, and both baby blues were zeroed in and the signal was strong. The boy appeared to be 19ish and was absolutely gorgeous. His face could have been used for the cover of a тАЬTeen DreamтАЭ magazine. He resembled Leonardo DiCaprio, only with dark brown hair and eyes to match. My radar stayed in the locked mode hoping the boy would look over to where I was sitting. No such luck. Being a person who believes that luck is something that sometimes requires a little coaxing, I decided to walk across the soi and have a little chat. I asked the boys if I could take their pictures and they gladly responded тАЬsure.тАЭ Of course all I wanted was a picture of LeoтАЩs twin, but I maintained my sense of politeness and made sure to capture the whole brood in my lenses.

After clicking a few shots, I lit a cigarette and started to chat about stupid stuff, like, do you guys know where thereтАЩs a laundry mat, do you think it will rain again today, do these dogs eat farangs. I was quickly running out of small talk topics, but wanted desperately to get to know dream boy. I glanced over at the boy a few times to make direct eye contact and we exchanged smiles, but I wasnтАЩt fool enough to believe his smile was backed by the same thoughts as mine. He was probably thinking тАЬdoesnтАЩt this idiot have anything else better to doтАЭ and I was thinking about how nice it would be to be naked in bed with him. A slight contrast, I must admit. Finally, the thought dawned on me that I would ask for a ride. I knew the boy wasnтАЩt gay, or assumed as much, but found it impossible to fight-off the passionate fixation I had for this boy, so out came the wordsтАжcan I get a ride back to my hotel? I made this request while looking directly into the eyes of dream boy, but in an instant flash, the boy standing closest to me, jumped on his bike, kick-started the engine and began strapping on his helmet. My heart felt like an elephant had just trampled it. Then came the embarrassing part. My driver asked me where my hotel was, and without thinking, I answered honestlyтАжthe Flamingo. He just stared at me as if he was in a trance, as the Flamingo was just around the corner from where we stood, less than 1 block away. Trying to gather my whitтАЩs, I quickly changed my request toтАжcan you take me to the Soi 3 and second road. As I climbed on the back of his bike, I looked at dream boy again and smiled. This time he gave me a different type of smile. A kind of, gee IтАЩm sorry too, kind of smile. Ziiiiing, and off we went.

Being my first visit during the rainy season, I was amazed at how much I truly loved the rain. The rain in Chicago is always mixed with the cold wind off of Lake Michigan, leaving its soggy victims with a fever or worse. But this Thai rain was different. There was little or no wind, it was warm and comfortable, and for some unexplainable reason, made the surroundings seem even more mystical.

Ignoring the days forecast for more rain, I decided to venture off to Jomtien Beach for the afternoon. After two hours of lounging around, chatting with the wandering vendors and snacking on fresh melon, the fun was about to come to an end. The skies were providing their dark warning signals that the rain was about to come, and with no more than a minutes notice, it was on us, and just the type I love. Not that silly little pitter-patter stuff, but buckets of relentless water that produced powerful, high volume sounds. I pulled-on my cargo pants, stuffed my beach gear in my backpack, shot a quick goodbye wave to LitтАЩs helpers and off I went to become one with nature.

In an instant I was completely soaked and consumed by the power of the storm. I reached the corner where to police building stands and saw a group of motorbike boys trying to shelter themselves by standing under a few scrubby looking trees. I rather doubted that any of them were crazy enough to take on a passenger in this stuff, but it was now 4:00 PM and time for my traditional afternoon Margarita at PanoramaтАЩs, and no harm in asking. To my amazement, before I even had a chance to yell out, I heard the sound of an engine start, and in a flash, a boy zoomed up to me and splashed to a stop next to me. The rain was falling so hard I could barely see or hear anything. Before I had a chance to say anything, I heard a young voice sayтАжyou want to go Flamingo Hotel? Stunned at the fact that the boy knew where I lodging, I looked closer at him, and then just about died. It was dream boy. I remember just standing there for a moment and staring at his smiling face, as if, for some unexplainable reason, this moment in time would be treasured for eternity.

Remembering the errors of my first encounter with this boy, I decided to abort any thoughts of being honest. After staring at his beautiful smile and watching his eyes squinting from the pounding rain, I just responded, yes. I asked him if he was sure he could handle the bike in this storm, and he nodded yes, and then chuckled a little. The chuckle made me feel a bit uneasy, but what the hell, if I was going to wipe out, let it be with this guy.

I avoided trying to look macho by not holding on to anything, and decided to grasp onto the boys hips. OK, maybe my passions had some influence here, but it just seemed right the right thing to do at the time. He felt wonderful. We splashed our way forward, dodging the baht buses and occasional pedestrians dashing to escape the plundering rain. I loved the feeling of having his hips pressed against my inner thighs, as the high pitch vibrations of the bike seemed to ultrasonically weld us together. I watched the raindrops land on his neck, as they connected with other drops, to form tiny rivers that ran down his perfectly shaped shoulders and arms. I wondered what it would be like to be one of those raindrops.

We made it to Flamingo much too fast. I wanted this ride to last forever, but was relieved that we made it to the hotel without a catastrophe.

Now was the moment of destiny. I was faced with the decision of how to prolong our encounter, without insulting or embarrassing the boy. I slid off the back of the bike and fumbled as I tried to pull money out of my drenched pant pockets. Finally I pulled out a roll of soaked baht and handed the boy a 500bt bill and told him to keep it. He looked up and saidтАж this too much. I smiled and told him that he earned it. I had been trying to gather enough courage to ask him to join me for a drink, as this was the only way I knew to try to extent our encounter together. All logic told me that this had failure written all over it. But there was no fighting back the desire I had for him. I was as prepared to accept the disappointment. Now it was time.

Like most things in life, fear itself is usually the biggest obstacle. The boy simply responded to my invitation by saying OK. My mind swirled in a state of confusion, as this was great, but left me totally clueless regarding his knowledge of my real desires and motivations. He pulled his bike up to the front of Flamingo, and with one quick jerk, sank the kickstand n the mud with the bike standing.

My thoughts were racing as we entered the Terrace Bar. First, I had to stop my heart from pounding like a base drum in an orchestra and gain some composure. Due to the storm, the bar, which was usually empty at this time of day, was populated with several small groups of visitors. The boy and I must have looked like two drowned rats, and by the looks on everyoneтАЩs faces, they were amused at seeing us. The bar tender, who I know and like, yelled outтАжyou guys crazy тАУ too much rain. I intentionally chose a small table away from the crowd. The boy (who I will now refer to as Sa) sat across from me and immediately tried to swish the water from his face and arms. The bar tender scurried over and handed me a towel. I thanked him, but felt a little embarrassed that he didnтАЩt also offer one to the boy.

Before using the towel, I reached across the table and handed it to the boy. He saidтАжno me OKтАжyou use. I said, please you first. I felt myself sinking deeply into a state of total euphoria as I watched Sa pull his soaked hair back away from his face and softly pat the water from his eyes and forehead. He smiled again. I was in heaven. Regardless of the outcome, this is the spontaneous and erotic adventure that I had been searching for. Three prior trips to Pattaya, and countless encounters with boys, but never once did I have this overwhelming erotic feeling.

The boy asked for a Singha, and I ordered a Margarita, and we just sat for a minute sipping our drinks. IтАЩm not usually one for being at a loss for words, but this time I was. I was still clueless about the boyтАЩs thoughts, and found myself floundering for words. I then learned that SaтАЩs courage extended well beyond his battling the storm on his bike, as he actually took the lead in the conversation. He asked the typical questionsтАжwhere you fromтАжhow long you in Pattaya stuff. I answered, and returned the same boilerplate questions. I really canтАЩt remember the dialog too well, as I was totally mesmerized by how beautiful he was. IтАЩm terrible at guessing age, but from the first time I saw him, I put him at around 19. His eyes were true Thai. Not combined with Cambodian, Laotian or Chinese, but undeniably Thai. His eyelids were separated by a surgically precise slit, which, when opened, revealed huge brown eyes. His skin appeared to be the texture of fine silk and his lips were full and heavy looking. He was slender, but not skinny, and when he moved it was like slow motion, with a sense of grace. His physical attributes definitely leaned towards the feminine, but with a hint of weather toughening, probably inherited during his work on the farm in Udorn Thani.

We were on our second drink, and by now, I was feeling more relaxed and Sa was doing most of the talking. Then, without any hesitation, or any signs of reluctance, he asked me if I came to Thailand alone. Again, still frantically searching for clues, I told him I was alone. Then, he just smiled and continued sipping his Singha. Then he asked me if I liked going to the bars to see the girls. Wrong, or right, I felt at this point that he was also piecing together clues. So I decided to just come right out and lay it on the line. All my poker chips were pushed to the centre of the table. I was either going home a rich man, or be reduced to a pauper in a moments flash, but away I went. I told him that I was gay, and that I enjoyed doing many things during my holidays in Pattaya, disco, karaoke, beach, go-goтАЩs, shows, etc. I then immediately apologized, for my disclosure being somewhat abrupt, but he was great. He just smiled and saidтАжthat OKтАжeverybody free in Thailand.

I wanted him so bad. By this point, he knew I was gay, and he couldnтАЩt possibly have any doubts regarding my attraction to him. So I just came out and asked him if he wanted to come up to my room to dry off. Again, his response was incredibly simpleтАжOK. But this time he had a somewhat concerned look on his face and leaned across the table to get closer to me and said softlyтАжI never be with man before. I had all I could do to stop from just passing out on the spot. That precise moment in time will be etched in my memory until I die. I tried to look calm after hearing his statement. Beads of sweat instantly replaced the raindrops on my forehead, as I patiently searched for the proper response. I looked straight in his eyes and told him that he should never do anything that he didnтАЩt want to do. Being with someone is something special, but can only bring pleasure if both people are truly enjoying the experience. Again he smiled and nodded his head with a yes.

We started up stairs when I heard a voice from behind the hotel desk. They wanted to check the boys ID This is customary at Flamingo, but all of a sudden I had this terrible feeling that something was going to go wrong. The clerks looked at the boys ID (seemed like an hour), looked up, smiled, and said thank you to the boy. (I was later to find out that the boy had just turned 18 earlier that month).

Again, my heart stared pumping like mad and I was so exited I could hardly unlock the door to my room. Once inside, the boy when directly over to a corner chair and I pulled two bottles of Heineken from the fridge. This was a first for me. Usually the boys I bring to my room go directly to the shower and walk out wearing a towel. This boy was serious. He had never done this before. I took a half roll of pictures of him just sitting in that chair sopping wet, and to this day, these are some of the best pictures I have ever taken. He had a look of innocence that words canтАЩt describe. His T-shirt was sagging down from the weight of the rainwater, exposing his smooth, hairless chest. He sat with one leg propped-up on the chair, which highlighted a nice bulge between his legs. His hair had now fallen forward on one side covering one eye. The other eye was focused directly on me, as I started to undress.

M objectives were to exchange his gift to me, with an experience he would never forget. If this was going to be his first, and possibly last, sexual encounter with a male, it was going to be enjoyable. I forced myself to concentrate on three thingsтАж be gentle.. touch softlyтАжmove slowly.

He downed the Heineken like there was no tomorrow, dropped the empty bottle in the trash container, walked over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting, and just stood there and stared at me. I pulled him down onto the bed next to me, in a sitting position, and started undressing him. He giggled as I pulled his T-shirt over his head as if he was ticklish, and then, without any coaxing, he leaned backwards on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge. I stood up, and slowly unsnapped his wet pants. Before going any farther, I placed my hand on his bulge. He flinched at first, but then slowly closed his eyes, and smiled that irresistible smile. I was so turned-on; it was nearly impossible to move as slowly as I had planned. IтАЩm only human. Just how much of this can I take?

I softly and slowly massaged his bulge until it was about to burst through his trousers. His bulge did not match the rest of his body, or his age, as it felt like the bulge of an older, larger man. I kept to my self-promise of moving slowing, and continued to massage him until I knew the moment was right. Now the time has come. As if he was reading my mind, before I had a change to lower his zipper, he reached down with both hands and jerked pants off as if they were on fire. We met in the centre of the bed and our bodies became immediately intertwined. He kissed me like no other boy ever has kissed me before. Here I thought I was going to be in the driverтАЩs seat, but had all I could do to just hold-on. He kissed me as if he had never kissed another person in his life and I was being completely submersed in his body and his soul.

Our bodies reacted to each otherтАЩs touch as if we had been rehearsing for this moment or entire lives. Our hands simultaneously slid down each otherтАЩs bodyтАЩs to clutch each otherтАЩs throbs, which were screaming for human touch. Our bodies flinched at exactly the same split second, as we continued to move to the rhythm of the rain tapping their tune on the windows. When our lips parted for the first time, our tongues took control as if guided by magic. We moved, almost frantically, to see who could guide their tongue to the hottest place the fastest. In the next hour, we touched all that could be touched and tasted all that could be tasted. We remained locked in each otherтАЩs arms, with the aroma of sweat in the air, and the bitter sweat taste of love on our lips.

We fell asleep in each otherтАЩs arms, only to wake to the sounds of motorbikes ziiiiing on the road below. It had stopped raining and Pattaya was coming alive again. The hobo dogs were back on the run, the night-lights were flickering, and the smell of RenoirтАЩs kitchen was seeping through the doors. We sat together at dinner and just stared in each otherтАЩs eyes. No words were needed. No words would suffice. I stuffed SaтАЩs cell phone number in my pocket as he kick started his bike, gave me one more smile and a hand wave, and off in the night he rode. Well, I thought, maybe IтАЩll take a stroll around the back soiтАЩs and splash around in the puddles left from the rainwater.

I had this terrible craving for a cold can of pineapple juice.

[bkkmfj2648]

Wow Dodger,
That story is incredible and compliments you are an EXCELLENT writer - all the right sensual adjectives....
I would love to have an adventure like yours....
I will never look at the Mocy guys the same way......
cheers,
M.

[christianpfc]

Mocy taxi driver is favorable: they can travel and leave work whenever they want.

I have seen one cute taxi driver so far, and many cute mocy or tuk-tuk drivers, Silom and Surawong tuk-tuk mafia is a hotspot for hot guys (maybe I should ask if the fare - 200 Baht where a taxi ride would cost 50 - includes coming to my room).

I had two encounters with mocy drivers that ended with sex. In both cases, they approached me.

Foursome with mocy drivers at Hua Lampong 05.10.2013
http://christianpfc.blogspot.com/2013/1 ... t-hua.html (http://christianpfc.blogspot.com/2013/10/foursome-with-mocy-drivers-at-hua.html)

Gay activities in Suphanburi and Ban Pong Thu 28.05.2015 Suphanburi (a farmer who just happened do drive past me on mocy)
http://christianpfc.blogspot.com/2015/0 ... d-ban.html (http://christianpfc.blogspot.com/2015/06/gay-activities-in-suphanburi-and-ban.html)

It's just like that, a friend from Austria grabs the boys by the balls (figuratively) and drags them to his room, whereas they have to kick me in the balls (figuratively).

I find it far from amusing that kommentariat wants to post because somebody uses a word he dislikes.In honour of you, lonelywombat, I have amended my signature to quote the English satirist Kingsley Amis

[colmx]

here is one very cute and flirty mocy driver that works at 7-11 at top of Pattayaland Soi 1 (dreamboys/Cupidol/Xboys)
He has taken me to 3rd road pubs a few times... always playing with his mirrors and looking back at me (or maybe thats just my imagination!) unfortunately it has usually been to bring me to be with BF... so never got a chance to see if the flirts were seeking small tips for taxi tip or seeking larger ones after fun!

[bert1600]

Thanks a lot guys for the great stories, especially christian and dodger. I really enjoyed reading your extensive (and sensual) experiences. In hope to add mine when I return from Thailand.

[christianpfc]

I'm just back from Indonesia. Got a free ride to my hotel in Banyuwangi (Java), and touched the boy more than what could be called "accidentally", no reaction. Asked him if he wants to come to my room, no.

In Kuta, Bali, there were indeed large numbers of cute boys, and I was asked if I need transport many times. Ideal set-up to get the boy away from the group and to your place. I walked in all cases, but was tempted to ask if they offer other services.

Not mocy taxi drivers, but in Thailand I sometimes chat with group of boys and they offer me free ride back to my place. But you don't know who will be driving, the one cute boy I'm hitting on or one of the other 5 who are not cute? Even with skillful asking it can go wrong, and when it becomes clear that it will not be the cute boy who is driving, I have to back-pedal and make some excuses.

Usually works (excuse to walk instead of being driven by not-cute boy, and while walking you might meet someone else - I never did, but at least there is the possibility), but once went wrong. In Pichit near railway station, I overheard one cute boy talking on the phone "I have no money". Later I chatted him up and asked if this is his motorbike. Then he offered me a ride to my hotel, at least that's what I understood. He told me to wait here, he will tell his friends he will be away for a moment. But instead, he sent one of the regular mocy drivers at the railway station over to me, and in this situation I could not refuse (loss of face, rather pay 50 Baht and don't walk).

Maybe I should have told him what I'm looking for. I hear this quite often "I have no money" when I overhear locals talking to each other (going drinking/disco/eating - "I have no money") - I can help with that!

[Gaybutton]

Maybe I should have told him what I'm looking for.
Christian, you're priceless . . .

[bert1600]

I have no experience in Thailand, so I will try to find out next month.
One time in south tunesia a young mocy driver asked if I wanted banana massage. Sitting at the back I placed my hands on his hips under his shirt. While driving in the "palmerai" he just took my right hand and pushed it between his legs. That was the sign for me to take the liberty to slip one hand in his wide jeans, inside his boxer. During the short drive I played with his shaved balls until his cock was rock hard.
After 5 min he drove to a secluded place between the palm trees, dropped his pants and let me suck his cock while fingering his ass. He was very hot and came quickly with a big load. Some money was asked...of course.

[christianpfc]

Maybe I should have told him what I'm looking for.
Christian, you're priceless . . .

I'm more the type who waits for others to approach me (with offers of sex for money or sex for free), however outside of prostitution areas it doesn't work this way. Have to be more aggressive, the boy will say "no" if he doesn't like what I'm doing.

[bert1600]

Whats the rate for a ride on mocy in bangkok?
Would boys allow the feel their naked skin during a mocy ride, holding them by the hips?
Or is this phantasy practically impossible?
Next week in bkk, but never to mocy in bkk.....

[bruce_nyc]

I had no idea what a "mocy guy" was. I asked my bf. He had no idea either. I did a Google search. Nothing. Finally..... by reading the context here, I figured out that you guys are talking about "motorcy" taxi drivers.

Anyway, I've never seen a handsome one. Especially here in Bangkok, they're older than me and spitting betel nut juice or something. Hot, sweaty, wearing winter clothing in the heat of the Bangkok sun. Yuk.

I'd rather "date" one of the Mormon missionary boys, for sure.

PS - Bert, the rate depends on the distance. I'm sure that's true for both transportation and/or sex. ;-)

[latintopxxx]

bruce...wish i had written that last sentence...so true

[bert1600]

Oops...winter clothes in the heath of bangkok, not very inviting....I look out for the Mormon guys then LOL

[bruce_nyc]

Or just go to Dream Boys between 9pm and 10pm. You'll see plenty of hotties you can take home. Ask the waiter which ones are compatible with your sexual desires and ask him the grand total price including tip, and ask him to guarantee the boy's performance. Off him *without* him sitting with you, no buying him a drink, just off him to go out the door. ;-)

[francois]

,

Anyway, I've never seen a handsome one. Especially here in Bangkok, they're older than me and spitting betel nut juice or something. Hot, sweaty, wearing winter clothing in the heat of the Bangkok sun. Yuk.



Just what do you mean by winter clothing? They often wear long sleeve shirts to protect themselves from the sun. I was advised by a mocy guy that the "Army" has now required them to dress "nice", no shorts and must wear shoes not sandals. And they must wear a vest as their uniform.

And may I add bruce_nyc, the following:

Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed
That he is grown so great? Shakespeare

[bruce_nyc]

You know.... Long sleeves, long pants, boots, even knitted gloves and hats. Some even have face covering things. I know it's all to block the sun, but it's creepy to me. And I can only imagine how hot and sweaty and smelly things must be at the end of the day.

( Sorry, I don't understand the Shakespeare quote. I must not be cultured enough to get it. )

[Jellybean]

I remember getting a really hot motorcycle taxi driver to take me from the Prince Massage & Spa to my condo one night. I held him very tightly all the way home. When I got off and handed over the 40 baht payment to him I really wanted to invite him up or suggest we meet when he was free. I got a very good feeling that he was up for making some extra cash. But I got cold feet and chickened out. The phrase, fortune favours the bold came to mind sometime afterwards. At that time I didn't own any name/telephone cards, but went to MBK shortly thereafter and got some printed, but have yet to use them for the purpose of handing out to cute guys.

Generally though, the majority of motorcycle taxi guys I've seen in Bangkok look a bit rough and not the sort I'd look at twice.

On one occasion I did however share a motorcycle taxi with ChristianPFC. I thought the driver was cute and, because I was pressed up so close to him, I couldn't hide my embarrassment. Thankfully he didn't object and appeared to appreciate that I couldn't really help myself. Perhaps he was used to such reactions? I did get a big smile from him as I got off and I felt he deserved an extra payment for the extra service. :)

[bruce_nyc]

Don't give out cards..... Get *his* number. Much more effective!

[Brad the Impala]

On one occasion I did however share a motorcycle taxi with ChristianPFC. I thought the driver was cute and, because I was pressed up so close to him, I couldn't hide my embarrassment. Thankfully he didn't object and appeared to appreciate that I couldn't really help myself. Perhaps he was used to such reactions? I did get a big smile from him as I got off and I felt he deserved an extra payment for the extra service. :)

The driver may have thought that you were turned on by your proximity to Christian!

[bucknaway]

Where are these motorcycle taxi guys dressed in winters clothing? The taxi guys I see at Babylon and in silom are wearing jeans, a light shirt and their taxi vest. When I stayed at Babylon there was one cute masculine friendly taxi guy that quickly became my favorite. We both did our share of flirting but I learned the hard way not to fool around with the staff that work we here I'm staying.

[Dodger]

bucknaway wrote:


Where are these motorcycle taxi guys dressed in winters clothing? The taxi guys I see at Babylon and in silom are wearing jeans, a light shirt and their taxi vest.

I kind off had the same thought. With the exception of labors working outdoors, farmers, some food vendors, etc., I don't recall too many motocy drivers dressing like this.

The motocy drivers who have stations in-and-around places like Boyztown and Sunee Plaza are very well accustomed to flirting farang, but most have pretty rough appearances. I had the pleasure of being saddled with a cute young driver once who worked with his father at a stand on Soi Bongkai, who accepted my invitation for a drink, but, unfortunately, I was spotted walking with him by a boy who I was supposed to meet that night which blew the moment.

[Smiles]

" ... I had the pleasure of being saddled with a cute young driver once who worked with his father at a stand on Soi Bongkai, who accepted my invitation for a drink, but, unfortunately, I was spotted walking with him by a boy who I was supposed to meet that night which blew the moment ... "
Dodger, your (lovable) Inner Slut will trump you every time regardless of your sneaking around behind som tum carts and down dark alleys. But do carry on trying ... it makes for good reading.


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PS (off topic)... talking about getting Trumped , how's that ugly fucker doing these days? Certainly has upturned the apple cart in the glorious old GOP. What a bunch of losers. But forget Trump's sideshow ... what about the most pandering, whining, hypocritical cocksucker ever to turn up at the brothel: Mr Mike Huckabee. Jesus, can God save America?!

[christianpfc]

Most mocy taxi stands ("win mocy" in Thai) have a big price list with destinations in Thai posted, ranging from 10 Baht to 60 Baht. However, everything over 40 Baht would cost the same by taxi.


Would boys allow the feel their naked skin during a mocy ride, holding them by the hips?
Or is this phantasy practically impossible?
Mocy taxi drivers are indeed fully clothed, unsuitable for feeling skin.

I have seen several cute mocy taxi drivers, and especially cute tuk-tuk standing on Silom and Surawong. I'm sure their rates are far above what a metered taxi would cost, but maybe they would come to your room?


Don't give out cards..... Get *his* number. Much more effective!
My theory is the opposite. When I give him my card and he calls me, I know he is interested, and I have the negotiation power (you called me, what do you want?). If he doesn't call the same or the next day, he probably forgot about you and you can forget about him. Detailed treatment of this subject here:
http://christianpfc.blogspot.com/2014/1 ... ut-my.html (http://christianpfc.blogspot.com/2014/12/dating-thai-boys-23-handing-out-my.html)
http://christianpfc.blogspot.com/2015/0 ... -case.html (http://christianpfc.blogspot.com/2015/03/dating-thai-boys-28-name-card-case.html)

[francois]

( Sorry, I don't understand the Shakespeare quote. I must not be cultured enough to get it. )


Touch├й !

[werner]

I had no idea what a "mocy guy" was. I asked my bf. He had no idea either. I did a Google search. Nothing. Finally..... by reading the context here, I figured out that you guys are talking about "motorcy" taxi drivers.

Anyway, I've never seen a handsome one. Especially here in Bangkok, they're older than me and spitting betel nut juice or something. Hot, sweaty, wearing winter clothing in the heat of the Bangkok sun. Yuk.

I'd rather "date" one of the Mormon missionary boys, for sure.

PS - Bert, the rate depends on the distance. I'm sure that's true for both transportation and/or sex. ;-)

Ridiculous! Some of the mocy guys in Thailand and other parts of Asia are extremely attractive. But it is too dangerous to ride motor cycles, even with the cheap helmets that are provided.

I cannot understand why anyone would be attracted to homophobic missionaries,....YUCK

[a447]

I cannot understand why anyone would be attracted to homophobic missionaries,....YUCK

Some guys like a challenge.