That first time

[Oliver2]

Continuing my efforts to provide one non-Covid thread, I offer the following.

Here's an easy one. How many of us recall our first sexual experience in Thailand? mine was in August of 1995 and took place in Cockpit Bar, the site of which was later taken over by Throb.

After a journey of more than twenty hours, including four frustrating hours from Dom Muang on pre-motorway roads, I checked in at the Royal Garden and clutching my Thai Scene, forced my way along a packed Second Road to Boyztown.

Thai Scene claimed that Cockpit was "the most popular bar in Pattaya" and that's where I started my Pattaya explorations. I wasn't disappointed. There were fifty or so twinks on stage, dancing (yes, that really dates me) and I quickly picked out four or so possible companions. .

My choice was sweet-faced and smiling.

Much too shy to take him to Royal Garden, I asked for a short-time room and we were taken up a narrow staircase (it must have been next door to Le Bistro). I won't bore you with the details of what happened- I realise nobody on this forum would be interested, would they? - except to say that my companion failed to manage an erection, apologising most profusely, claiming that it was because he had had sex yesterday. Tyro I may have been but I didn't fall for that one.

I didn't care, so enchanted was I with this cute guy and with my first experience on Pattaya. I was new to gay sex; indeed my only previous experiences had been in the brothels of Amsterdam where the guys were experienced and professional, something my guy wasn't. I accepted that I couldn't have been much good at it myself and so manfully shouldered responsibility.

Everyone will be relieved to learn that this state of affairs changed very quickly.

I was exhausted after my long journey and the nervous excitement of my first night. Outside Moonlight, just along Second Road, I vomited, due to a combination of nerves and that smell from the sewer that many will remember.

The next morning was grey and humid. My first view of Pattaya Bay was from the third floor of the hotel. I didn't think much of it, comparing it to the white sands and the Caribbean blue sea of Grande Anse in Grenada where I'd been a couple of weeks earlier.

But then it hit me; so what? I'm in Pattaya. Tonight I shall be back in Boyztown and there were a dozen other bars and heaven knows how many willing young men to discover.

it was possibly the happiest moment of my life. But even better ones were to come.

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[Brad the Impala]

My first time sex in Thailand must have been about 1970, I was a very young man. I was staying at the Suriwong Hotel in Patpong, Bangkok having been advised that that was the place to stay for “that sort of thing”. I had been in Thailand six months earlier, travelling with a friend. I had enjoyed myself so much without sex that I had determined to return on my own and to make sure that this time I also enjoyed “that sort of thing”.

I had the name and address of “The Lonely Boy Bar”(Silom Soi Four) which had been recommended to me and sounded like fun. However on the first night I was waylaid by a tout on the short walk from the hotel. Having ascertained that I liked “boys” he took me to a house where two young men were chosen, not by me, to have sex in a small room while I perched on a chair beside the bed. While the experience was weird and interesting, the situation was so utterly contrary to my previous sexual experiences, or life, that I wasn’t really stimulated by it.

Nevertheless rather drained by that and after a subsequent and abortive attempt to find “The Lonely Boy Bar” I decided to call it a night, and determined to find it on the following evening. To which ends I did a daytime recce to be certain I knew how to find it.

Entering it that evening I found myself in a rather dark space lit only, it seemed, by black light reflected off some rather garish wall paintings. It wasn’t a big space(one shophouse) but having entered through a door then black drapes, my hands were gently held on either side while my eyes adjusted! At the end of the room there was a small and also dimly lit bar, but it was the brightest thing in the room.

I was guided to a stool, rather high as I recall even for a six footer, where I ordered a beer while I got used to my surroundings. Looming out of the shadows or sitting on stools further down the bar were seven or eight young men, all neatly dressed in short sleeved white shirts with red bow ties. They were all looking at me and smiling. I was the only customer.

Then from behind the bar someone stood up and to my surprise it was a middle-aged westerner. He introduced himself and was clearly American. He explained the situation with the guys and the off fee(100 Baht I think), and introduced me to some of them, who were very eager to meet.

I bought drinks for several people and somehow narrowed the selection down to two of the guys. Unsure which to take I asked Howard, the American, for a recommendation, and he just sighed, shrugged, and said “take both”, so I did!

Back at the Suriwong we all stripped of and showered and had sex. The guys had no interest in each other, so it was all focussed on me or me on each of them. It was fantastic.

They left in the morning, and I said that I would come and see them again that night, but Subin came back in the afternoon unplanned. He had brought me a present. We ended up spending that night together just the two of us, and after a week or so we rented a small wooden house in Pratunam, Bangkok, and lived together for most of the next few years. The second guy from the bar also lived together with us much of the time, as company for Subin, but we never had sex with him again, which feels a bit weird writing that now(he wasn’t bad at sex when we had the threesome!) but Subin and I were just so focussed on each other.

You know what the old hands say to new visitors, “Don’t fall in love with the first guy you have sex with” well it doesn’t always turn out as badly as they say!

[latintopxxx]

...my 1st time was in the showers in a public swimming pool...will not mentionn my age...but i was simply a support sysytem for a penis that refused to rest...had no idea what to do with it...but older more experienced hands guided me and before long I knew what to do and was the belle of the ball/showers...if only i had been clever enoigh to charge for my services...would have retired long before my 21st

[Brad the Impala]

Seem to be a surprising number of virgins on this forum, although perhaps it was so long ago that it's hard to remember "The first time in Thailand"!

[Oliver2]

It may be that not many of us have sex....rather reassuring for me in that I'm still managing it twenty-six years after my arrival!

[Daveuk]

My first sexual experience resulted originally from a chance conversation with a stranger in a gay Manchester pub 22 years ago. I was there with a good friend, Tom, with whom I had spent several holidays in gay favoured European resorts such as Benidorm and where we had been several times and Plata del Ingles on the Spanish island of Gran Canaria. We started talking about going there again when the stranger butted in by saying “ that the best place for gay sex is definitely Thailand”. I asked him whereabouts in Thailand and the reply was “Pattaya” adding graphic detail of what was available and also with some useful travel information (this was a little before the internet had taken off). We decided to act on his recommendation and 2 months later found ourselves at Don Muang airport getting into a taxi rather tired from the long flight vis London.

The road trip seemed to take for ever on the non motorway roads but eventually at about 2 am we came into Pattaya with the driver asking “hotel” ?. We had no idea where to stay and asked him to find us a hotel - which he did with one near the girlie bar area of Soi7/8. On being shown to our rooms the Porter said “want lady”. Having engaged our tired brains we answered in the negative. We decided just to take a bit of air and wandered around the area ending up in a small empty bar on Second Road where we obtained welcome coffees. An older lady seemed interested to hear we had only just arrived and were soon to go back to the hotel to sleep. She enquired “not found lady” ? To which I informed her that we were gay. She then immediately informed us that we should stay near Boystown which was 2k up the road.

That was the sort of information we needed to have so next day about mid day we took a baht bus on Beach Road not realising that you need to press the buzzer to stop it. Locating BT we were impressed by seeing the gay bars and gogos there and in the surrounding sois. Our immediate task was to get a more suitable hotel and that was accomplished by booking rooms at the Ambience, where we had breakfast. Going back to our hotel for our bags we immediately returned and trundled them into BT to the Ambiance, passing a massage establishment which had just opened. Having checked in I announced to Tom I was going for a massage. He declined saying hat he wanted to relax a little and explore.

In the cubicle lying on the bed I was extremely excited, erect and mega horny particularly when the boy agreed to get naked. I won’t go into subsequent detail as you will know the routine, but the theraputive part did not last long, and afterwards, having agreed his tip requirement I had great sex cumulating in one of my best anal cums I have ever had.

Tom followed me a hour or so later with an equally satisfactory result. That day was the start of 2 weeks of gay sex and fun to be followed for me by a lot more visits to Pattaya and Thailand with many great experiences and only several not so good ones.

[snotface]

My first trip to Thailand was in late-1988, when its gay scene was just starting to attract large numbers of foreign visitors. I arrived in Bangkok clutching on to my hefty Spartacus Guide for dear life and my head buzzing with a long list of cultural dos and don'ts. On that note, I recall getting a very surprised look from an elderly monk that I waied deferentially as we passed each other in the street. The scowl and low mutterings that I received from a female vendor at a roadside stall when trying to get a few baht knocked off the price of an already cheap snack taught me that perhaps you weren't meant to haggle ALL the time. Any time I was seated in public I would be terrified of what my feet were up to - were they accidentally delivering some mortal insult to a Thai by pointing at him?

As you can imagine from the above, I was about as relaxed as a drainpipe on my first visit to a gay bar. It was Apollo, a small bar at the end of Silom Soi 4, where Sphinx now is. I got there very early in the evening, about 7.30, when the few boys inside were just sitting about in their shorts and singlets. I believe there was usually naked dancing on stage later but I had left well before that. Almost immediately a canny boy had homed in on this obvious first-timer and introduced himself with solemn formality. 'My name is Ong,' he said. He had quite good English and was clearly bright - not particularly good-looking but such was my relief at having accomplished the amazing feat of getting into conversation with one of these exotic boys that I quickly succumbed when he asked to be taken off.

By 8 o'clock we were walking out of the bar and along the soi, where surprised friends of Ong made jocular comments and he responded with the proud look of one who has snared an early victim, I mean customer. Back at the hotel we watched TV, chatted some more, did the business. He stayed the night and woke me up as it was getting light by pressing his little rump against me in the bed. He had to do this several times while I lay there debating with myself whether I could afford to pay out a few hundred more baht on my tight budget. I finally decided it was permissible.

I didn't take him off again. My trip was only for ten days - too many other places and boys to check out. I spent three days in Pattaya, taking with me a boy who wore a permanent traumatised-refugee look during our stay. That was not a great success. Back in Bangkok for my last couple of days I was sitting in Soi 4 in the early evening, watching the world go by, when Ong approached and handed me a letter with a grave look on his face, then promptly turned and left in the direction of his bar.

There were two or three pages of it, written in surprisingly good English. Oh, what a sob-story it was! Ong was being beaten and sexually abused by the landlord of his rented room. He had to get out of there and find somewhere else to live or he might even be forced to kill himself. He needed money urgently. How did I react? Did I think, 'What an obvious scam, no doubt written by a paid specialist in such things'? Nope. I thought of our pleasant night together, my heart went all mushy and I decided to give him 2000 baht, which was most of what I had left. At his bar he received the money graciously, though with perhaps just a hint of disappointment that it wasn't more.

Back in London, sanity returned and I realised I had been duped. But it was hard to bear a grudge for long. I had told Ong how short my trip was and when I would be back from Pattaya. He was a smart cookie as I've said and knew he had to strike quickly. His psychological profiling of me was spot-on. I still admire his enterprise.

[Oliver2]

Thanks. That's a period of gay Thailand history of which I'm always happy to learn more.

I'm pleased you helped Ong; better to be an exploited good Samaritan than a passer-by on the other side of the soi with 2000bht in his wallet.

[Brad the Impala]

My first trip to Thailand was in late-1988, when its gay scene was just starting to attract large numbers of foreign visitors. I arrived in Bangkok clutching on to my hefty Spartacus Guide for dear life and my head buzzing with a long list of cultural dos and don'ts. On that note, I recall getting a very surprised look from an elderly monk that I waied deferentially as we passed each other in the street. The scowl and low mutterings that I received from a female vendor at a roadside stall when trying to get a few baht knocked off the price of an already cheap snack taught me that perhaps you weren't meant to haggle ALL the time. Any time I was seated in public I would be terrified of what my feet were up to - were they accidentally delivering some mortal insult to a Thai by pointing at him?

Thanks for this. It reminded me of my early anxieties also, based on the DO'S and DON'TS writ large in guide books.

[a447]

sanity returned and I realised I had been duped.

I think many of us have had the same experience, especially until we had a few trips under our belt and got to know the ropes.

My attitude aligns with the gogo boys; i.e. you farang are rich and we are poor. So why not give it a try? If I were in their situation I'd probably do the same.

So as far as I'm concerned, no harm done.

But it has made me appreciate those guys who do not try it on, even though they have the chance to do so. And that refers to the vast majority of guys I've met over the years in S.E. Asia.