Prague report

[a447]

His name is Pavel. (Although the previous evening he told me he was Peter. Mind you, I had my hand on his cock at the time so was not fully paying attention.) More on him later.

I got to Escape at 10:00 and immediately czeched out the VIP tables, looking for the German couple. They weren't there but all the tables were taken. I sat at the bar where you can get a good view of the stage. The boys tend to focus on the VIPs on the other side, but they spend a lot of time on their backs sucking each other so it doesn't matter.

After each act they move, cap in hand, soliciting tips from the VIPs, then make their way over to the bar. Of course, they are butt-naked. It gives me a chance to fondle their cocks with one hand whilst I rummage around in my pockets with the other, looking for my money. Now, which pocket did I put it in? Not this one. Maybe this one. No? Let me check again. Sorry. Still looking. After much foreskin tugging and ball groping I manage to find it. Oh, here it is, in my top pocket. Silly old me.

I was soon joined by a new boy. He immediately put his hand on my shoulder and then started stroking my arm. He moved in close so I could get my hands on his butt.

"How long have you been working here?"
"Three years."

Uh-oh, I was dealing with a hardcore veteran of the money boy scene - one who knows every trick in the book. I'll need to be on my guard here.

I bought him a drink and we started chatting. He had a beautiful body, complete with 6- pack, but I didn't find him all that attractive. He then got up and started speaking to some other boys standing at the bar and then wandered over to another customer. During the evening he dropped by every now and then to say hello and sip his drink , but I guess he sensed I want going to off him.

Then I saw him. One of the stunners in the bar. He was dancing on stage. He smiled at me and made a few thrusts of his crotch in my direction. He was the guy sitting with the VIPs the previous night. I only had a chance to speak to him that night as he came over for his tip after the live sex show, when I had a good feel of his equipment. His smile would melt an iceberg; simply gorgeous.

After he finished dancing I expected him to head off to a VIP table for the night but instead, he came over to me, smiled (OMG) and kissed me on the cheek. Don't tell me he's available! Surely not!

But he was. He moved in closer so my hands could do a bit of roaming. Both hands went straight to his beautiful bubble -butt.

"Don't be shy. You can touch my cock."

I bought him a drink and we chatted until it was time for him to appear in the All Boys Naked on Stage show. After the show the boys invite customers up to dance with them, with the lights suitably turned down low. He came and led me by the hand to the stage then clung tightly to me. I had both hands on his butt. I was tempted to insert a finger but thought better off it. It's not that kind of club. And I do have my standards!

As we rocked back and forth he took my hand and put it on his cock, where it stayed for the duration of the dance. A squeeze here, a tug of the foreskin there, a fondling of his balls - I was in heaven.

Back at the bar after the dance - he was now wearing briefs - he told me he was straight. He has a girlfriend who knows what he does. She's quite relaxed about it all.

An old guy - he must have been in his nineties - shuffled in to the bar. Pavel rushed up to help him to his seat and to my horror, the dirty old bastard pulled him onto the stool next to him, grabbed his cock and whispered something in his ear. I could see Pavel shaking his head.

Moments later, he came back.

"What was all that about?"
"He wanted me to fuck him for 2000 crowns. But I'm not crazy."

Then he landed a bombshell.

"I'm straight but I'm also a bottom. Are you interested in taking me tonight?"
"What??? You're a bottom? I can fuck you?"
"Sure! We can suck and wank for 200 euros for one hour. It's an extra 50 euros if we fuck. What do you think?"

Back in the room he quickly undressed. He took off his briefs -Hugo Boss, no less - and held them to my face.

"You like the smell? I've been wearing them all night. You can have them if you want. Thirty euros."

Done deed! What a souvenir! Much better than the snow globe I was going to buy! I promised him I'd never, ever wash them.

"You can sniff my armpit if you want. Here!"

"Err....why don't you just take a shower now so we can get started."

Yuk!

Was he also planning to snip off some of his underarm hair and sell it to me??

We both jumped into the bed together and off we went. He was a passionate kisser and hugged me tightly before moving down to my cock. We got into my favourite 69 position - it's my favourite view - and fooled around for a while. His cock is very long - must be a good 8 inches - but not all that thick, so it made my job a lot easier. As expected, his technique was faultless - just awesome!

Then he got down between my legs, nibbled on my knob, looked up and flashed me that incredible smile. I almost came.

"Can I fuck you? It's an extra 50 euros."

Before I knew it I had my legs up in the air and he quickly slipped it in. Then off he went. OMG! He leant forward and kissed me as he pushed his cock all the way in.

"You want it harder?"

Before I could answer he closed his eyes and upped the tempo. Jesus! He started wanking my cock and before I knew it, I'd cum. He kept pounding away then pulled out, ripped off the condom and blew his load all over my stomach. He collapsed on top of me and kissed me.

And that was that.

Now, how will be charge for his cum? By the number of spurts or the number of millilitres?

He had timed his performance perfectly. The hour was up. A consummate pro till the very end.

We cleaned up and hugged.

"Tomorrow, I want to fuck you. Ok?"
"Sure. That's an extra 50 euros."

[latintopxxx]

Quite strange how Romania/Czeck/Hungary seem to have so many " straight" MB willing to bottom....only other country with so many " straight" Mb would be Brazil.

[bruce_nyc]

I'm really enjoying your travelogue.

Sounds like I'd be in heaven too. .....and soon broke.

Those prices sound about the same as New York prices. If it's the same price..... is there any reason not to just stay at home? That's quite a *lot* more expensive than Thailand. Right?

[a447]

"Is there any reason not to just stay at home?"

Yes, three reasons, actually and they all work in the bar.

I know that wherever I go outside of Thailand is going to me more expensive. But then I also know that you only live once, so I'm prepared to pay whatever it takes to get what I want. When I'm buying something (of someone) is not so much the cost that concerns me ; it's really all about whether or not I'm getting value for money.

I don't mind forking out cash to any of the three stunners in the bar, but I balk at paying those ridiculous prices for any of the other guys. They're attractive, but not that attractive. I'm off to Thailand on Sunday and I can get more attractive guys at a fraction of the cost. The value for money in Thailand is so good it's laughable. I can wait.

BTW, I noticed on the drinks menu last night that the most expensive bottle of champagne - vintage Moet - is an eye-watering 67000 crowns. That's close to
US$3000! Bottles of spirits will set you back around US$550. A bottle of Moet back home can be had for US$34 if you buy a carton of 6, and vintage costs around US$56. Why would anyone pay such outrageous prices - and in Prague, for Christ's sake!

The boys' prices are commensurate with the luxury feel of the bar.

Over the past five nights sitting in Escape, I've only seen two guys, apart from the bar stars, get offed. It's funny when you look around the bar and see the boys working the customers. You see them chatting animatedly at first, and then you see a horrified look from the customer ; he's obviously just found out what is going to cost for a bit of fun. You then see the boy smile, get up and walk over to someone else. The same scenario then plays out, over and over again all night.

Maybe the boys have got it all wrong. To be honest, I don't think many people can afford to pay those prices. You never see any customers in designer clothes wearing gold Rolex watches. Over the past couple of nights there's been an Asian invasion from China, so it is Louis Vuitton manbag central, but apart from that most customers seem as though they've just dropped in off the street.

Of the boys listed their price they'd get heaps more business. I mean $6 per minute in the private room is just a stupid amount. I've never seen anyone take a boy in there. It's not as though the sex in the room is mutual - as I found out last night, it's more of they touch you. They've got value adding down to a fine art, but are losing business at the same time. I guess they figure if they can get just one off a week, then they're happy with that amount . I also wonder if maybe the bar insists on those prices in order to uphold it's exclusivity.

In any case, like in Thailand not all boys are doing well and raking in the money night after night.

According to my guy from Gayromeo, the average wage for a young worker here is around 150 euro per week. So if you got an off every now and then, a dance in the private room, plus tips you could probably just get by with only having to work for a few hours per week. Why work 6 days a week for 150 euros when you may be able to make more in just one single hour? That's what the boys are hoping for - just the odd customer who is willing to pay.

I'm off to the auto show today so will post about last night 's adventure when I come back.

[a447]

I got to the bar early last night to pick up Pavel and being him back to the hotel. On arrival I looked around the bar trying to find him, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe I was there too early. As he had a confirmed off tonight - me - perhaps he was planning on relaxing before making it to the bar.

I was approached by a really cute/handsome young guy. His name is Roman. The boys are obviously coached in how to deal with the customers, as they all go about it in the same way. I was sitting on a barstool. He came up to me, straddled my leg and started rubbing his equipment up and down. He then moved even closer so I could get a hand on his cock. He smiled at me - he was gorgeous! - and started chatting.

I asked him if he wanted a drink. He picked up the menu.

"Can I have this?"

He was pointing to a glass of champagne; a bargain at only US$37!

Err....I don't think so.

So he ordered a fruit juice.

He then turned around and hoisted himself up onto my barstool, pressing his butt into my crotch. He took my arms and put them around his waist. He realised I couldn't quite reach down to his package so he moved into a position where I could. I put a finger on the base of his cock and slowly moved it along the shaft. Christ, it goes on forever!

After a few minutes he smiled at me and suggested we go to the private room for a special viewing.

"You can suck me for 10 minutes. US$8 a minute. And I can suck you for an extra 50 euros."

It's now $8 a minute?? And why is it that all the extras are a uniform 50 euros??

I said no. Firstly, it's way too expensive for what it is, especially as the odds are he would not get hard. Secondly, I'd need a bit longer than 10 minutes if he was going to give me a blowjob. And thirdly, I already had a date. Pavel would surely be arriving soon.

He made a few more attempts to coax me into the private room but must have come to the conclusion he would not be successful with me.

"O.k. Sorry, but I need to go and speak to other customers. I need to earn some money."

"Sure, no problem. Business is business."

He got up and let and that was the last I saw of him.

I was getting a bit anxious now as there was still no sign of Pavel. I was beginning to wonder whether or not I should have offed Roman. Gorgeous face, stunning body and long, fat cock. What's not to like? Oh dear, had I burnt my bridges?

Dennis, the guy who sat with me on my first night in the bar, came over. He actually comes and speaks to me every night, even though he knows he won't get an off from me. So different to the others who basically ignore you if you don't indicate you might off them. The gay boy with the big balls (sorry, that's the only way I can describe him) doesn't come near me any more. If he passes me at the bar I sometimes get a bit of a smile, but that's it. The new guy I met the other night - the veteran of 3 years in the bar - doesn't even acknowledge me anymore.

Dennis then left to join the All Boys Naked on the Stage show.

Hang on! What's this?? There are two boys who had hard-ons! That's got to be a first. And one of them was Dennis. Fucking hell, he's huge! And so was the other guy.

The show ended and Dennis then asked me to dance with him on stage. My hand went straight to his enormous piece of meat. It was now only semi-erect bit a real handful. Wonderful!

Whilst "dancing" he told me he was in the live sex show again, but this time he and another guy would be jacking off.

It was now past midnight. Obviously Pavel had already gone with a customer. Either that, or he was on his way to the Caribbean for a few days of R&R on his luxury yacht. I think it may be the latter.

Oh dear. What have I done? I looked around frantically for Roman, only to see him being groped by a dirty old man at one of the VIP tables. How dare he!

The live sex show started. Three guys came out and went through the sucking routine. But being straight, they couldn't get hard. One boy then sat on a chair and started wanking. He soon got it up and sat there with his eyes closed savouring every stroke. In the meantime, Dennis was lying on his back furiously wanking, trying to get hard, but to no avail. Suddenly the other guy stood up, went over to Dennis and spurted a massive load all over him. Thunderous applause broke out.

Dennis continued while the third boy worked feverishly on his balls but in the end, I guess it just wasn't to be. He couldn't perform. (An indication of what need be like in bed, perhaps?)

The boys then came over for their tip. Dennis sheepishly apologised for his poor performance, but I told him I was sure everyone enjoyed it anyway. He then scooped up some cum from his stomach.

"You want to taste it? You like the smell?"

Err...I don't think so.

I then paid my bill and went back to the hotel.

It was quite a disappointing evening. Sure, I got my hands on plenty of cock but Pavel's non-appearance was a real shock. I know he doesn't really need the money but that's not the point.

Then again, perhaps it wasn't so disastrous after all. I still had the memories of that incredible encounter with him and who knows, he may not have performed as well the second time around, especially as I was supposed to fuck him. Maybe that's why he chickened out - being straight he actually can't bottom.

I'd rather just have that beautiful memory of him.

[Brad the Impala]

Happy for you that at least you got Pavel once! A second time would never have reached the same excitement level.

Very much enjoy your dry sense of humour in approach to life. Thanks for your reports.

[a447]

Last night I decided to go and give Drakes a look. It was around 8:30. Oh dear, just 3 old guys sitting at the bar. I wandered into the video cabin area and it was deserted, except for one cabin which had its door closed.

I entered the cabin next door and peered through the glory hole. There was a young, unattractive chubby guy watching porn and feverishly jerking off. I didn't bother.

Drakes has changed since I was last there. They now have a proper small stage and there seems to be a lot more video cabins than before.

I had a wander around the extensive cellar area but again, it was empty.

I hung around for about 45 minutes waiting for more guys to arrive but no-one did. So I walked back over to Escape.

A new guy came up to me at the bar and started chatting. He told me he lives in Brno and only comes to Prague on the weekends to work.

He was not particularly handsome and soon worked out I want interested. He finished his drink and said he was going to look for another customer, but not before telling me he was available and I could talk to him later if I wanted to. I didn't.

Sometimes the customers in the bar provide better entertainment than the bar itself. Last night a middle -aged tired old German queen arrived with a rather hunky young guy. And being a queen there were lots of flamboyant hand flourishes, pursed lips and rolling of the eyes. His companion was 23 and used to work at Escape. They were looking for a guy they could fuck. Good luck! All the guys they called over refused. Never mind, he got his friend to loosen his belt and then spent the rest of the evening with his hands down the front of his companion's jeans.

Another German guy turned up and stood beside me. He was soon joined by Mr 23.5 centimetres, the Czech/Turkish guy. The customer bought him drink after drink and seemed very interested. (Obviously, they hadn't discussed prices!)

Just then,the music suddenly stopped. It was a bottle delivery ritual. The main table is situated right on front of the stage and consists of a large semi -circular couch. They had ordered a magnum of champagne. It is carried to the table in a procession of 6 guys. They're like pall-bearers and are led over to the table by a guy carrying two candles. The boys kneel down and the bottle is removed from a wooden box and placed on the table. The lights are dimmed and they play a special song.

I left the bar at 2 am and saw 3 more bottles of Moet being delivered to their table. Let's see now - that's 4 x 67000 crowns. 268,000 in total. How much is that in US dollars?

$11,000!! ELEVEN FUCKING THOUSAND DOLLARS!

Am I missing something here? Has the world gone mad?

The table consisted of an older guy and 8 young guys. Although they had the best position they didn't pay any attention to the goings -on right in front of them. They were here to drink.

Meanwhile, back at the bar, Mr 23.5 centimetres was getting on like a house on fire with his customer. They shared another drink and had their arms around each other.

I then found myself joined by yet another new guy, also from Brno. He had a great body, but nothing much else to excite me. He moved on, but not before asking me for a tip "for my company."

Then I heard Mr 23.5 tell his new-found "friend" that he had to go and get ready for the live sex show.

After the usual sucking of limp cocks, Mr 23.5 got hard, jerked off and came all over one of the guys.

The look on his customer's face was priceless. With a loud "Scheisse!" he paid his bill and stormed out of the club.

Sad how sometimes in life things go awry.

What on earth was Mr 23.5 thinking?? He didn't have to cum. If the guys can't manage it, it doesn't matter. He had just lost a customer and a couple of hundred euros.

So although I didn't see much action - I only got my hand on cock when I was offering the tips - and all the best looking guys were either absent or sitting with customers, it was a very interesting night from an observer's point of view.

Tonight is my last night. I hope they have more new guys to pay me done attention- it gets very lonely sitting there at the bar all by myself ....lol.

[fedssocr]

Wow. It's all quite a soap opera!

Having spent more than my fair share of time in strip clubs over the years, I agree completely that the other customers often provide great entertainment!

I certainly understand the pull of a boy you just need to have. I used to spend a lot of time at Remington's in Toronto. During it's glory years in the late 1990s and early 2000s it was full of amazing guys. I remember one boy who really turned my head. He was working on the 9PM shift and when he walked into the club shortly before that I couldn't believe how gorgeous he was. But as you say, the regulars often monopolize the time of the dancers. Eventually I think I tipped him while he was dancing to get his attention. They have little cubicles where you can spend time one on one. It used to be incredibly inexpensive...like C$2 to use the booth and C$10 per song. In those days the Canadian dollar was very cheap so it made for some really fun evenings that didn't cost a fortune. I ended up having him come by my hotel a couple of evenings before his shift. I think I paid him something like C$275 each time which was a good bit more than the going rate but still worth it to me.

Now that their dollar is way down again I've been considering another trip back up there. Prices have climbed though. I think last time I was there a year and a half ago it was $10 for the booth and $20 a song. That probably equals pretty close to your $6/minute in Prague. I only spent time with one guy in the booths last time I was there. Tall, handsome blond guy with an awesome body and a great voice. And a nice big cock. He was happy for me to suck and was hard the whole time. They had a pretty good variety of guys there...you should check it out. Used to be more twinks but now it's more muscle. Lots of guys of Eastern European background.

My problem in any gogo bar or strip club is that the only guys who approach me are the ones have zero interest in at all. So getting the attention of the guys I am interested in takes more work than it should.

[a447]

Thanks for the heads -up on Remingtons. I've often thought about visiting Canada as I'd like to go to the Stockbar. It's still on my radar.

The world hasn't gone mad, after all.

When I got to Escape last night the first thing I did was to ask the bartender about the champagne. Surely those guys didn't spend that amount of money. That's obscene.

It turns out they hadn't.

They were ordering "normal" bottles of Moet at 8900 crowns (US $370). Phew! That's more like it.

But what about those 67000 crown bottles the boys were talking about? I actually saw them on the menu.

They are very large bottles of vintage Moet. Apparently, they sell a few each month.

So they'd "only" spent about $1500. Still, that's a lot more than the $30 I spent on beer last night. Mind you, I wasn't buying the boys exotic cocktails as they don't sit with me anymore because they know they are not going to get an off.

So sorry for the wrong information.

But as I said, the customers are often much more entertaining and a lot hotter than the boys on offer. Unlike Pattaya which can often resemble an old people's home or a retirement village, Escape has heaps of young customers, often turning up as a couple. Such was the case last night.

There was another Asian invasion last night; not surprising given the number of Chinese tourists in town. They are everywhere, in huge tour groups. Today I managed to make my way through them and cross the Charles Bridge without being trampled underfoot or having an icecream shoved in my face. I reached to other side and still had my camera and money.

I'll try to retrieve my shoe tomorrow!

A gorgeous young black guy and his friend came and stood next to me at the bar. Wow! He was hot! I couldn't take my eyes off him.

Next thing, he turns to me and asks me how the system works and how to go about getting a guy. They were from London and were in Prague for the first time. We soon got chatting about this and that. He told me his name was Joe and that he was a stylist and often travelled to Tokyo, so we had something in common.

What a lovely guy. I said something he found really funny and he burst out laughing and put his arm around me. From then on, he was very touchy feely. Lovely!

He commented on the low quality of the guys on offer and that he also found the customers a lot more attractive. He also found the shows boring - where's the hard cock? The only boy he found attractive was Roman but he was already taken.

Then he spotted one of the muscle guys. He had a beautiful face and body but never takes part in the shows, so is cock is an unknown quantity. Joe consulted with his partner and then decided to try to bargain down the price, as he also found 200 euros way out of the ballpark. But first he had to find out what the boy would do in bed.

He called him over, but the guy hardly spoke a word of English. I spoke to him in German, thinking he'd surely understand, since the vast majority of customers are from across the border. I got to a blank look. I managed to get his name but it didn't have enough vowels to make it pronounceable! We worked out he was straight, yet he said he was "passive," so using Google translate Joe asked if he could fuck him. The answer was "no." We were all confused and in the end Joe just gave up.

The guys won't come down in price. It's 200 euros, take it or leave it. Most customers leave it, as witnessed by the fact that the other night when I left, probably around 2am, 11 of the original 12 guys were still on stage.

We watched the live sex show - it was a bsdm act but very tame. The shows in Thailand have it all over Escape. The only highlight of all the shows was the enormous flaccid cock of the guy in the bsdm show. But no hard-ons, no cum - nothing.

Joe and his friend left to go to Thermix (?) nightclub. He wanted to meet up for a drink today but I'm leaving for Thailand. Shame. He was a very interesting guy. I headed off to bed.

So, that was my trip. Was it worth the effort to come all this way just to visit 2 clubs? No. I'd have had far more fun in Thailand where sex is on tap 24/7 - and at base bottom prices. It beggars belief that some people actually complain about how much the Thai guys charge. It's peanuts.

But at least the sightseeing was great, as was the shopping, especially in Prague.

I'm now at the airport waiting to fly out to Bangkok. I've got a feeling I might just lose control...lol

[fedssocr]

not to derail your thread....

As for Montreal, I like Stock well enough, but for me Campus is the more interesting club. Stock thinks itself more high-end, and it's a huge club in comparison to most places. Lots of muscle guys and plenty of what I would call "hustlers". Campus is a little bit more low-key with a good variety of guys. Stock does have nicer private dance areas though.

Taboo was a real mess last time I visited. For some one more into twinks like me it used to be the place to go. I think the boys who work there have a lot more issues.

Prague's been on my list for a long time mainly for sightseeing. Lots of Czech guys work for this small agency/brothel in Dusseldorf called Cityboys (http://www.cityboys.eu). I met two very hot Czech boys there when I was in Germany a couple of summers ago. Only 100 euros per hour. One of the guys did a scene for czechhunter at some point...very Bel Ami, but some pretty strong b.o. The other guy was a little more interactive and spoke more English. But for 100 euros the price was right.