Sat in Dick's Cafe in Soi Twilight with Mr Pot, Mr Trongpai and his boyfriend watching the flow of googly-eyed first-timers (or so it seemed), the paunchy/pasty Old Timers, the No-Neckers (or which there were some classics), the pushy Hi-So'ers (or so they think) sashey past our table the other night. The purpose of this minor voyeurism was finding good 'intel': i.e. the proper time, opportunity, and ~ most importantly ~ the venue in which a true, no holds barred, Fuck Show could be found. They are in fact, not held all the time, or at all the bars.

Mr Trongpai was far and away the better source for this quest, or at least able to find the best source ~ him being a BKK trawler of some renown. With 'T' leading the way, furtive whisperings, sly nodding of heads, a quick conversation into the ear of the In-The-Know dude gave up the name of the lucky GoGo bar which stood the best chance of producing the real McCoy: i.e. (on this sweet night) DREAM BOYS.

By pure chance, this very bar is located straight across the Soi from Dick's, so we sat and waited for a few good signals: to whit, what was the traffic going to be up the stairs into the dark innards of Dream Boys? Too few entering that den was a bad sign ... a signal that the fucking was mediocre, or, worse, non-existent. A large crowd pushing up the ramp like a swarm of bloodlusting tiger sharks in classic fedding frenzy mode would bode well for us catching a perfect view of other-people-fucking. So ... as the crowd up that staircase started to come close to being out of control, we rose from our seats, nodded knowingly to each other, pushed old ladies out of way and ~ frothing gently from the mouth ~ dashed across the soi in the attempt to get the best seat possible.

The "All Drinks 250 Baht" sign was front and centre (my heart starting beating at feverish pitch at that more than the Fuck Show I do admit), so, with Mr Pot instructed that this was to be a one-drink max outing, we sat against the back wall with a quite uninterrupted view. Little was I to know that Mr 'T' was to end up an hour later with his head on my lap, his legs in the air, and the fuckee of the evening getting royally pumped while his face was buried deeply into Mr 'T's crotch.
But I digress ...

To make a long story short:

The BIG DICK SHOW (1): Must admit that there were some Really Good Ones that night. Some very handsome guys on parade, all with great, quite impressive, engorged members ( insert here: side conversations with Mr Pot on how they do that, for that long ... and how "you can do better" ). They entered stage right down an appropriately winding ~ and dark ~ staircase and came out into the stage lights all proud and 90 degree angles (at least!). Nice smiles too boot.

The BIG DICK SHOW (2): Oddly, after that enjoyment came a few moments of things-I-could've-done-without: a tacky fashion show displayed by a gaggle of very tall, austere and hoity-toity lady boys. Ho humm ho humm .... but, after that appetizer they disappeared for a few minutes, re-emerging in similar outfits but with serious erections poking naughtily out between slits in their taffeta and chiffon frocks. Not my cuppa tea thanks .... not particularly funny .... left the audience with tepid applause.
Scientific observation: Dream Boy Lady boys for the most part have smaller cocks than the 'actual' Big Dick troup. But, also for the most part, they were bigger than mine.
Go figure.

The FUCK SHOW: All the actual fucking was undertaken by The Fuckee and The Fucker. This was no orgy, unless one includes the audience participation, and that was limited to those in the audience who were, (1) Frozen in terror that the Fuckers should see them and chose them as participants (i.e. 'me'), (2) actively calling the Fuckers over to be mauled by a screaming Fuckee and/or covered in sweat and semen (i.e. Mr 'T', I soon discovered), or (3) those who smartly head for the hong nam at the start of the audience crawl.

This fucking by the way was Extreme Penetration alley. It wasn't fake in any way, and lasted half an hour ... or so it seemed. There was fucking on two poles (upside down & downside up), fucking from the ceiling (upside down), fucking on chairs, fucking in positions I could hardly dream of, 'walk-a-mile-in-my-condom' fucking (i.e. the complete perimeter of the bar including all dark corners), fucking where the Fuckers feet were astride the Fuckees chest (that's the bottoms of his feet), unbelievably hard fucking where the gogo poles were literally shaking apart, fucking on the laps of four really fat guys, frantic rabbit-fucking as in 'delerium tremens', fucking on top of the head of one really cute guy . . . and then ~ god help me ~ the fucker caught sight of the drooling Mr Trongpai, and made a beeline straight for, US (needless to say, while fucking)!! (see above ... "legs in air, face in crotch").

We left soon after. Mr 'T' needed a good hair dryer, and I needed some quiet time. Boyfriend #1 appalled ... Boyfriend #2 jaded.

Cheers ...


PS ... should add something here about the Gogo boys in general at Dream Boys. Bottom line (so to speak) is that this bar has a team of some of the cutest/handsomest gogo boys I've seen in a long time.
There are lots of guys on parade here (some who participated in that above-mentioned Big Dick & Fuck Shows, but many more besides) and lots of pickings left for those in the offing mood even after the hour approached 12. A handsomer group I could not have imagined ... had I a serious streak of butterfly within, I could think of a dozen guys there that night which have sufficed.

I mention this only because, at one of the last GoGo bars I have stepped in lately (My Way in Patong), the place was seriously in need of help. Paunchy, out of shape guys, many over the hill ... hardly a cute boy on the stage. A GoGo Boy recession, which happily has been reduced in severity by our journey into Soi Twilight.

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