Phnom Penh report - June

[a447]

After arriving in Phnom Penh late yesterday afternoon I quickly rushed off to Hatha Khmer massage. I wasn't expecting to see Mr Bubble-butt, as I didn't tell him I was coming - I accidentally deleted him from Line and so had no way of contacting him.

I went and sat down at the bar and looked for him but he was nowhere in sight. So I peeked into the room where all the boys line up for selection. My God, they have some handsome guys working there! I could have chosen just about any of them. Of the 20 or so boys, at least 7 were absolutely gorgeous, and the rest were very attractive. Only one guy had a face like a dropped pie. He was fully dressed, so either he had just had a customer ( unlikely) or he'd given up trying.

There was a farang sitting at the bar waiting for his friend to come out. When he did, he was accompanied by a hunky, masculine guy with the most beautiful smile. OMG! Where do they find these guys? Mind you, I've always considered Cambodians to be especially good-looking. There appear to be lots of new guys working there now.

Number 20 caught my eye. He flashed me a smile and waved at me. He's the one! I called him over and asked if I could fuck him and whether he could fuck me.

"Sure! No probrem!"

He asked me if I wanted a massage first or if I'd rather get straight down to business. I opted for a massage, but just a short one. Surprisingly, he turned out to be quite skilled. He placed his cock on my foot as he massaged my leg and laughed when I started tickling his balls with my toes. He then stuck his cock between my butt cheeks as he worked on my shoulders.

He turned me over and out was straight down to business. He started off with a blow job, getting down between my legs so he could look up at me. But I wanted to get my hands on his butt, so we moved into the 69 position. This is when things started to get a bit strange.

I tried to open his butt cheeks but he seemed to resist, clenching them tight together. I then tried to slip a finger in between them but again, he didn't seem all that cooperative.

"Ok. I'll fuck you now."
"I fuck you?"
"No, I want to fuck you#"
"Me fuck you?"
"No! no! I fuck you!"
"Ok. You fuck you."

WTF?? Is it really that difficult to get get a simple message across?? I know his English is poor, but surely he's heard all that stuff before.

So I grabbed a condom and put it on. Surely that should give him an idea of who was fucking who. He used 3 sachets of lube (!) and then tried to sit on my cock. All that lube started running down my cock, all over my balls and onto the sheet. Yuk!

But no matter how hard we tried, it wasn't going in. I tried to loosen him up with a finger, but he resisted. Mmmm..is this guy really a bottom?

We tried missionary style and I actually managed to enter - but not very far. He then arched his back, which made the task impossible. So I motioned to him to get into the doggy position, but he just sort of squatted. No matter how hard I tried to get him to get down on all fours, he resisted. In the end, I just gave up.

He ripped off my condom and gave me another exquisite blowjob, and then I decided it was time for him to fuck me. But there was a problem - he couldn't get it up. So out comes the mobile phone and he got hard, Thai style. And get this - he placed the phone on my chest as he fucked me, so he could continue watching his porn movie!....lol. If was hilarious.

Every now and then he would lean down and kiss me, which have me the opportunity to grasp his beautiful butt cheeks and caress his body.

When his cock slipped out, I decided enough was enough and he finished me off with a blowjob.

There was something missing in the whole experience - cock size being one thing. His cock is just average size and as a bottom, I want something substantially bigger. I want Thai size.

I went outside to pay and who should rush up to greet me but Mr Bubble-butt! He told me he been out eating. Yeah, right!

But I've lined him up for tonight. Shame, really, as that's are so many other guys there I'd like to try.

Then off to Space Bar. Earlier in the day the manager of the bar and a couple of his boys were at my hotel, enjoying a swim and a bottle of Verve. The manager told me one of the waiters had had a very bad motorcycle accident. He was still in hospital after 2 months and 2 operations. Apparently, he was riding drunk and without a helmet. When will they ever learn??

I had a bit of trouble finding the bar, as there's a lot of building going on and the bar sign had disappeared. When I got there I saw that quite a few alterations had been done. The outside areas, which was quite small, had now been cut in half and most of the tables were now inside the bar, making things very cramped.

Virat saw me and rushed up to hug me and have a grope. At that stage there were only 4 customers so he sat down with me and chatted. At one stage he stood up in front of me and put my hand on his butt. Wow! I could thoroughly enjoy the experience through those thin Khmer pants.

He said he wanted to sleep with me but I was too tired after all the travelling and there was no way I could stay awake until the bar closed. And in any case, I'm still of two minds whether or not to sleep with him, but I don't know why.

But after about 10 minutes, large groups started coming in and all of a sudden, it was standing room only. I counted over 50 people in that small area. So it was goodbye Virat, as he spent all his time mixing cocktails behind the bar. I left at 10:30.

But from now on the bar should be less crowded and that will give us lots of time to get re-aquainted.

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[a447]

Mr Bubble-butt was standing by the bar waiting for me. We sat down for a drink and a chat. There was no mention of the scooter but he did hint at something else. I think he'll start applying pressure on me to pay for his schooling. He told me he doesn't like his job - really?? - and that he was only working so that he could pay his school fees. With that, I suggested we go inside and get down to business.

As per usual, he came out of the shower and pounced on top of me. He started kissing me all over while I grabbed his gorgeous butt. We then got into the 69 position so I could fully appreciate what I was paying for. I could have stayed in that position forever. I loosened his hole up with a finger and then got down to work.

He asked me if he could sit on it. Sure. No problem. He lowered himself slowly onto my cock but stopped halfway. I watched him roll his eyes skywards as he lowered himself down completely.

Determined to make up for the previous night's disappointment, I sat up and gently pushed him down into the missionary position and let him have it. We normally go from missionary to the side position and then doggy, but we didn't make it to the last position as I was completely exhausted.

We lay together for a while, hugging and kissing and then it was his turn to top me. This guy has amazing stamina and can fuck till the cows come home. Every now and then he would lean down and kiss my neck or nibble on my ear. He then put his hand on my shoulders and closed his eyes. Ok, here it comes! He slammed away as hard and as fast as he could. I'm sure the guys outside could hear the sound of him slapping against my arse, but who cares? After all, we're in a brothel and I'm sure it's a sound they hear every day.

After I'd thrown in the towel he lay beside me to jack off. I reckon it took him a good 20 minutes to cum. His cumshot was less than spectacular. Oh, well....you can't have it all. He then finished me off with a hand job.

So that's what I get with my money at Hatha. An incredibly cute guy with an incredibly cute butt, the chance to top him and for him to top me, a chuck wow show, a blowjob and a hand job. Who's complaining? Not me!

When I entered Space Bar I was the only customer. Virat was busy fixing up the lighting so a new guy came and sat with me. He was simply adorable! And enough English to allow a decent conversation. Javier, the owner, has the right formula - he knows what we want ; handsome young guys who are very friendly and not at all pushy.

Javier turned up and gave me the bar news. The guy who had the motorcycle accident was Visa, the star of the bar! The incredibly handsome guy! He's still in intensive care.

Virat then came and sat with me and we were soon joined by three French guys. One of them had his stunning Khmer boyfriend in tow. After a few vodkas it was on for young and old. Everyone was going for the grope and the guy with the boyfriend was attacked mercilessly...lol. One of his friends tickled him while the other ripped off his t-shirt. Virat grabbed his cock. This want on all night. Even the boyfriend, who was very shy at the beginning, loosened up completely after a few drinks and was in on the action.

One of the French guys told me he was top only. He took a shine to the big manly waiter and wanted to take him back to the hotel. I told him the waiter was also top only. He then turned to him and said :" If my cock is bigger than yours, I fuck you. If yours is bigger than mine, you can fuck me." So much for being top only! At the end of the evening the French guy left alone. I asked the waiter why he didn't go with him. He told me that they'd only just met and he didn't know him well enough. But he also said he thought the Frenchman had the bigger cock and he wasn't willing to bottom. I can vouch for the size of the Frenchman 's cock. At one stage he stood next to me and let Virat have a feel. Virat kindly took my hand and put it on the guy's cock. And yes, I think the waiter had a point!

After the Frenchmen left - they actually paid my bill for me! - Virat and I sat alone and enjoyed some...err..."quality time" together. He wanted to come back to the hotel with me but again, I said no. Maybe tonight.

[a447]

I got it wrong. If wasnt about school fees at all.

As I went to sit down at the bar he gently nudged me off my chair and onto the next one along. I found myself sitting right in front of a Macbook Pro notebook computer.

"I can't sit here. Someone is already here."
"It ok. Can sit. So, what you think?"
"Think of what?"
"This belong my friend. He want to sell to me. Only $500."
"Really?"
"Yes, I can use in my study. But I no have $500."
"Tough titties!"
"What you say?"
"I said, that's a shame."

There was an awkward moment of silence.

Than he boldly asked me :"Can you buy for me?"

I boldly told him "No."

We went immediately to the room. On the way he told me he couldn't fuck me tonight but I could fuck him. Was this some kind of retribution? Actually, I don't think so. He had just finished with another customer, I'd say.

After we fuck, he always finishes off with a wank, but not tonight.

"Sorry, cannot cum tonight. But tomorrow ok."

I decided to pay him less than usual - less service, less money. But he looked very "unamused" as the Queen would say - not as "unamused" as me - so I caved in and gave him the usual amount. But I told him he would be getting less next time if he can't perform.

We finished early so I went outside to sit at the bar and wait for my tuk-tuk. And who should I bump into but Rachid, one of the French guys I'd meet at Space Bar the previous night. He had had his massage and was waiting for his friend, Fabrice, to finish.

I ran into them later at the bar. They weren't impressed with Hatha. Neither got to fuck, as the boys refused because their cocks were too big. Now, I don't know about Rachid, but I know Fabrice is hung like a donkey as I got a feel the night before. Very impressive!

I told them that the Asian boys do, in fact, sometimes see the size and refuse. Fabrice told me it had never happened before in his 10 years of fucking his way around Asia. So maybe it had something to do with the money they offered. Fabrice has worked for 10 years in Shanghai for L'Or├йal and has 2 Chinese boyfriends and he says they don't have a problem with his cock. And come to think of it, I don't have a problem accommodating the monster cock of my friend in Pattaya. So, who knows?

It was a lot quieter in the bar last night, especially for me as Virat had a night off. A cute, but very effeminate boy clung to me all night and I just couldn't get rid of him, even after I'd changed seats. All night I got the old cliches - you nice man, you handsome man, I like you....yada yada.

A new customer came to the rescue - at least I thought he did. But no. He just went on and on about himself and bored me to tears. I got every bit of info about his family, his boyfriends, his trips, etc. I woke up 10 minutes later and he was still banging on. He then proceeded to tell me about Asian guy culture and how I didn't understand Asians...lol.

As I was about to get up, the gorgeous boyfriend of the owner came and sat next to me. He started telling me all about gay life in Cambodia and how guys don't identify as guy or hetero; they just enjoy fucking - with anyone. A bit like Thailand.

Bit, unfortunately, I had to cut the conversation short and leave. I still had the waiter clinging to me and continually talking to me as I was trying to listen, plus the other guy was now pissed to the eyeballs and kept bringing the conversation back to himself and his boring life. I can't stand blabbering drunks!

Hopefully, Virat will be back on board tonight.

[christianpfc]

Thank you very much for your detailed reports.

For an opposing point of view: when I was in Phnom Penh in July 2015, I was totally unimpressed with choice of boys at massage and bar.

For an opposing point of view: when I was in Phnom Penh in July 2015, I was totally unimpressed with choice of boys at massage and bar.

Some people are easily pleased

[Brad the Impala]

Some people are easily pleased

And some people just imagine it.

[a447]

Christian, there's a lot more choice now and the place is crawling with lots of stunning new boys. The French guys I ran into there told me they'd been to Hero massage the previous night but were unimpressed with the selection of guys. They were very happy with the Hatha boys. They have someone for everyone, from masculine guys with swimmers bodies to very cute twinks - and everything in between. And they all have one thing in common - that beautiful Cambodian smile. Plus, they are super friendly. The fact that I've seen more customers there this visit than all the other trips combined -well, almost - suggests they are doing something right.i would be happy to go with just about of them, which is not the case for me in Thailand. Then again, I can't recall ever going to a massage joint in Thailand where they had so many guys to choose from. And even then, there are usually only one or two I find attractive. At Hatha, any customer now would be like a kid in candy store. So much so that I'd be happy to swap Mr BB for another guy. (btw, he's now number 40). And that's saying something! So maybe you shouldn't judge the place from a previous visit.

Last night there was no talk of the notebook computer; in fact, there was no pressure to buy him anything! As a member here pointed out to me, the poor guy heads of to work every night hoping to find a sugar daddy. And that's certainly not me. But when you do the maths, he really doesn't need a sugar daddy. Up until the new crop of boys, he was the most attractive guy there and would have had heaps of customers. He starts work at 2:30 and finishes at midnight and in his heyday he would have had at least 4 customers per day. That's a conservative estimate. So at $25 a pop, he was on $700 a week. That's an absolute fortune in Cambodia, especially for someone in their twenties. Because of the competition he now faces, I'm guessing he's lost a bit of income, but who knows? He's still a standout there and I imagine he have a number of regular customers like me.

The session last night started well but I was forced to stop fucking him as he told me it was getting painful. I was close to the point of exhaustion anyway, so it didn't matter. He didn't know what the problem was but appeared to have a pain in the stomach. We sat at the end of the bed and chatted for a bit and then he said he wanted to fuck me. As usual, he put in a sterling performance - no complaints from me. He then rolled over to begin his chuck wow show, but instead of the usual 15-20 minute performance, he came within 5 minutes. So I don't know what happened. For him, that's almost a case of premature ejaculation!

The boys at Space Bar looked particularly sexy last night. They have theme nights and it was soccer night. The boys all wore small baggy shorts, which tempted them to fool around with each other. Lots of arse grabbing and hole poking. Virat stood beside me and put my hand on his butt. I was in heaven! His butt is gorgeous.

There were a few more new guys last night. They were shy at first but soon got into the mood. It wasn't long before all the guys removed their tops. We had great access to the guys as there were only a few customers - the blabbering drunk from the previous night, the 3 French guys and two lovely guys from my hotel. One is French and the other Belgian and they own a gay bar in Belgium. They were shocked, but delighted, at the shenanigans going on in the bar. There was much discussion among the boys as to who was a top and who was a bottom. The bottom line, so to speak, is that they are all willing to top. Back in the room, it may well be a different story; I'm sure there are a few bottoms lurking amongst them.

As per usual, Virat wanted to come back to my hotel, as did the big muscle man, and as per usual, I resisted. But I can always change my mind!

[Brad the Impala]

Great fun reports, as ever. Keep it up!

You are making Cambodia sound very attractive. I think that you should receive a government subsidy!

[a447]

I don't know about a government subsidy, but I should be getting a kickback from Hatha and Space Bar! They are the only 2 places I go to enjoy myself and I consider myself lucky that I found them. But as my experience demonstrates, if you only ever go to those two places, anyone can have more fun than they can poke their stick at. If I can do it, anyone can. Of course, there are stunning guys in Thailand, too. It's just that there are so many of them here.

I've become a fully-fledged people watcher - well, guy watcher to be more accurate. The restaurants along the river serve basically the same food, so I always choose a place with handsome waiters. I was checking the menu outside a restaurant the other night. I looked up and saw a stunning guy standing in front of me, smiling. I went straight in and went through my usual routine - I pretend I'm a novice when it comes to Cambodian food and get the waiter to sit down next to me and go through the menu, item by item...and very slowly.

"And does this come with rice?"
"Yes, sir. With ri."
"Is it rice from Cambodia or is it from Thailand?"
"From Cambodia, sir,"

Sometimes I slip up.

"Does this come with chicken or beef?"
"Chicken, sir. It called Chicken in kampot sauce."
"Oh, yes. So it is!"

Often there are handsome young tuk-tuk drivers waiting outside the restaurant so I always make it a habit to go and have a chat with them while waiting for my food. They offer me the chance to get up close and personal. They also offer me drugs and women.

The food always tastes so much better when you are are eating with a hard-on.

Before heading off to Hatha, I stood out on the balcony admiring all the young Cambodians who come to use the hotel facilities. I spotted the very handsome guy I'd seen at Space Bar the previous night. He's gorgeous, with designer stubble to boot. He was lying on one of the sun beds, sporting a very, very impressive hard-on in his skimpy speedos. Kneeling beside him was a Asian-looking guy, but he sounded American. He was stroking the guy's leg and then they started passionately kissing. He was discreetly brushing his arm against the hard-on. Why the fuck doesn't he just grab it, I thought to myself. But he didn't. Then I don't know what happened but the Cambodian guy suddenly stood up, walked over to the pool's edge, hard-on fully visible, and jumped in. The other guy was left to look for another fuck buddy. The problem is, most of the locals come to the hotel in couples or groups and tend not to mix. But they provide great eye-candy and, of course, the occasional hard-on for our appreciation.

I sat at the bar at Hatha but unfortunately, I couldn't see into the waiting room where the boys are because the lights were off. Never mind; at least half a dozen guys came out and used the water cooler behind the bar. Stunners, every one of them. And all very masculine with toned bodies. Mr BB told me they are the type farang preferred. One guy came out and turned and smiled broadly at me.

"I like big cock. No probrem for me. Can do big, big size."

Why is he telling me that, I wondered. Lol

Oh, if only I could choose someone else! I want to try them all. Not that I'm in any way dissatisfied with Mr BB - apart from his unimpressive cock. We have awesome sex every night, albeit very exhausting. But I want to get my hands and arse on a big cock.
But then again, would any other guy flip flop like Mr BB? And if he did, would be charge double? Where else can I have 2 fuck sessions, and for the one price? Certainly not in Thailand and maybe not at Hatha. Perhaps that's the benefit of sticking to the same guy every night.

It was Lesbian Night at Space Bar. It was packed by the time I got there - 9 o'clock. I sat down at a table for 2 just inside the door and was soon joined by another customer - a young guy from Siem Reap down for a holiday. We had a very nice chat and he told me all the hassles he's experienced as a gay man in Cambodia. It was really sad. His sister is a lesbian but he hasn't even told her he's gay, let alone his parents, who are trying to marry him off with a girl from his village.

The bar was getting more and more crowded and the noise was deafening so he decided to go. Then in walked the French guys. It was Fabrice's 50th birthday - he only looks like he's in his early thirties (bastard!) and he was accompanied by his two Chinese boyfriends, one 45 and the other 27. Both are gym junkies and looked very butch and macho - I reckon they gave the lesbians sitting opposite a run for their money. I asked Fabrice how the set-up worked. The Chinese guys are a couple in their own right as well as being in a relationship with him. They all share a house together in Shanghai. (Apparently, threesomes are common in China among gays; they become a family.) The three of them sleep together in the same bed and basically have a mini orgy every night. Sounds good to me!

It wasn't long before the champagne was flowing - Moet, of course! Then the party erupted when the waiters went away and re-appeared topless and covered in glitter.

Early in the afternoon Fabrice and his boyfriends went to Hatha but they were far from impressed. None of them got to fuck, not even a hand job! I can't understand what's going on there. What are they doing wrong? Fabrice asked if they could go there tonight with me and try and sort the situation out. But we all got caught up in the goings on in the bar and didn't get around to making arrangements. I'll ask Mr BB what's going on.

The three guys, including Virat, again asked to come back to my hotel - not together - but I said no. One of the guys assured me he was gay and to prove it he put my hand on his cock so I could feel it getting hard. Mmm....very tempting, but no, not tonight. Although the boys are very secretive about it, I'm sure if I slept with one of them it would soon get around the bar, and I don't want that.

Tonight is Uniform Night. Can't wait!

[joe552]

Enjoying your reports, a447. As a matter of interest, what is your daily spend? Feel free not to respond, as I know it's a pretty personal question.