Smiles
March 13th, 2009, 12:36
Further to Trongpai's review of Future Boys << future-boys-bangkok-t17298.html?hilit=future%20boys#p174067 (http://www.sawatdee-gay-thailand.com/forum/future-boys-bangkok-t17298.html?hilit=future%20boys#p174067) >> awhile back:
The Beloved Mr Pot left me alone in Bangkok the other morning, to drive away into the depths of Isaan on a week's sightseeing trip with our resident photographer Bao Bao . . . a man who has seemingly snapped a head shot of 89% of the male population of Thailand.
Took in a movie at Paragon ('Milk') at a time where the ending would leave me strategically placed to grab the best seat in the house at the roadside tables of Balcony for an hour or two of watching the gay world go by and slurping down a nice cold pint (or two) of Tiger Beer.
The farang stroll down Soi 4, what with the larger-sized droolers hanging out in thelr oversize Polo Shirts across the soi at Telephone, and the younger crowd (i.e. 50 and under) sitting on my side trying to horn in on 3 gorgeous Thai guys (plus one grey hair) the minute he noticed them order a large bottle of Black Label.
This was by far not the worst faux pas of the evening (see fashion review below), but certainly the saddest: this sweating Big Gold Necklace tried conversing with all 3 Thai guys in loud tones, and all three did their best to accomodate. It was only when this dude moved to a chair next to one of them and place one great hairy paw on his knee did first Thai get up, say his goodbyes, and leave. Then the second guy, then the third ... for all the same reason, as this ponderous slob moved from chair to chair trying his best. In the end he was left in the company of a fellow farang, who obviously couldn't believe what had just happened.
On the sartorial side Soi 4 was as bad as I've ever seen it: Slim Thai guys who can wear just about anything and pull it off, and farangs unfortunately try their best to do the same. But bottom line is this ... if you're overweight and out of shape it's difficult to wear clothes with the grace and fluidity of Thai men in their 20's. 50 year olds in three-quarter leg cuts; one guy wearing grey army camoflage pants combined with those black shirts with red flames shooting up around the bottom hem (Miami in 1982 I think); the aforementioned XXXL Polo Shirt (untucked) seems to be the uniform of choice for the over-achievers (eating-wise), and Telephone was a tsunami of pink, blue, yellow pastel overkill. And what's up Hawaiian Shirts in Gay Bangkok at night in 2009?
I had to run away . . . down a Soi and over to Suriwong where I continued my observations at Dick's Bar, but by this time the tenor had changed to a different interest and my mind was on watching Thai guys exclusively.
Dick's has a couple of very nice looking waiters, one of whom in particular made me think that Mr Pot was, after all, hundreds of miles away and why not and why not and why not? But the tingling loins were short-lived as Waiter #1 suddenly appeared out of uniform and apparently ready to call it a night. He sasheyed off down Soi Twilight never to be seen again. Home to the wife and kids I suppose.
Waiter #2 was very much second best, so I forgot about him, paid the 'check bin' and wandered next door, through the tacky enticement of the heavy red curtains across the doorway and into the erotic darkness and possibilities of Future Boys, just in time to catch the first show of the evening.
Future Boys is mostly about sex. Forget the wailing lipsynchers (well, to be honest two did come on between floor washings, but their songs were very short, and very bad) and the funny skits: Future Boys is all about guys with huge cocks soaping themselves in showers ... lots of blowjobs all 'round ... a very enticing army of Thai guys in white speedo-type underwear 'dancing' (I'm being very generous here) to the music and being Very Handsome in all the ways the customers enjoy, and I do mean LOTS of handsomeness going on that night ... some interesting ass-eating (with gusto!) ... some enthusiastic mutual chuck-wowing ... guys fucking in many ways I'd not really imagined (at least in my bed!) and usually involving legs being off the floor, high up close to the ceiling on ropes. The fuckers and fuckees were not the usual rough King matched up with a squealy/femmy anorexic, but this night at least one of the former was drop dead gorgeous and the bottoms very close to being handsome.
I imagine the 2nd and 3rd shows get quite a bit more wild but I couldn't stick around . . . I had to be back home early the next day and I abhor riding the bus with a hangover.
So all in all, Trongpai's general description of Future Boys still seems to hold up quite a few weeks later. The show there was much better than Dream Boys (which I described in a post last December), and full of some of stage antics more in keeping with eroticism rather than satire. This suited me this night, as I was in the mood for a bit of old fashioned raunch, rather than a comedy show.
Cheers ...
The Beloved Mr Pot left me alone in Bangkok the other morning, to drive away into the depths of Isaan on a week's sightseeing trip with our resident photographer Bao Bao . . . a man who has seemingly snapped a head shot of 89% of the male population of Thailand.
Took in a movie at Paragon ('Milk') at a time where the ending would leave me strategically placed to grab the best seat in the house at the roadside tables of Balcony for an hour or two of watching the gay world go by and slurping down a nice cold pint (or two) of Tiger Beer.
The farang stroll down Soi 4, what with the larger-sized droolers hanging out in thelr oversize Polo Shirts across the soi at Telephone, and the younger crowd (i.e. 50 and under) sitting on my side trying to horn in on 3 gorgeous Thai guys (plus one grey hair) the minute he noticed them order a large bottle of Black Label.
This was by far not the worst faux pas of the evening (see fashion review below), but certainly the saddest: this sweating Big Gold Necklace tried conversing with all 3 Thai guys in loud tones, and all three did their best to accomodate. It was only when this dude moved to a chair next to one of them and place one great hairy paw on his knee did first Thai get up, say his goodbyes, and leave. Then the second guy, then the third ... for all the same reason, as this ponderous slob moved from chair to chair trying his best. In the end he was left in the company of a fellow farang, who obviously couldn't believe what had just happened.
On the sartorial side Soi 4 was as bad as I've ever seen it: Slim Thai guys who can wear just about anything and pull it off, and farangs unfortunately try their best to do the same. But bottom line is this ... if you're overweight and out of shape it's difficult to wear clothes with the grace and fluidity of Thai men in their 20's. 50 year olds in three-quarter leg cuts; one guy wearing grey army camoflage pants combined with those black shirts with red flames shooting up around the bottom hem (Miami in 1982 I think); the aforementioned XXXL Polo Shirt (untucked) seems to be the uniform of choice for the over-achievers (eating-wise), and Telephone was a tsunami of pink, blue, yellow pastel overkill. And what's up Hawaiian Shirts in Gay Bangkok at night in 2009?
I had to run away . . . down a Soi and over to Suriwong where I continued my observations at Dick's Bar, but by this time the tenor had changed to a different interest and my mind was on watching Thai guys exclusively.
Dick's has a couple of very nice looking waiters, one of whom in particular made me think that Mr Pot was, after all, hundreds of miles away and why not and why not and why not? But the tingling loins were short-lived as Waiter #1 suddenly appeared out of uniform and apparently ready to call it a night. He sasheyed off down Soi Twilight never to be seen again. Home to the wife and kids I suppose.
Waiter #2 was very much second best, so I forgot about him, paid the 'check bin' and wandered next door, through the tacky enticement of the heavy red curtains across the doorway and into the erotic darkness and possibilities of Future Boys, just in time to catch the first show of the evening.
Future Boys is mostly about sex. Forget the wailing lipsynchers (well, to be honest two did come on between floor washings, but their songs were very short, and very bad) and the funny skits: Future Boys is all about guys with huge cocks soaping themselves in showers ... lots of blowjobs all 'round ... a very enticing army of Thai guys in white speedo-type underwear 'dancing' (I'm being very generous here) to the music and being Very Handsome in all the ways the customers enjoy, and I do mean LOTS of handsomeness going on that night ... some interesting ass-eating (with gusto!) ... some enthusiastic mutual chuck-wowing ... guys fucking in many ways I'd not really imagined (at least in my bed!) and usually involving legs being off the floor, high up close to the ceiling on ropes. The fuckers and fuckees were not the usual rough King matched up with a squealy/femmy anorexic, but this night at least one of the former was drop dead gorgeous and the bottoms very close to being handsome.
I imagine the 2nd and 3rd shows get quite a bit more wild but I couldn't stick around . . . I had to be back home early the next day and I abhor riding the bus with a hangover.
So all in all, Trongpai's general description of Future Boys still seems to hold up quite a few weeks later. The show there was much better than Dream Boys (which I described in a post last December), and full of some of stage antics more in keeping with eroticism rather than satire. This suited me this night, as I was in the mood for a bit of old fashioned raunch, rather than a comedy show.
Cheers ...