This is Part I of the story of  Noom (a Bangkok Bar Boi) and my friendship/romance/financial relationship. I originally posted the first few parts of this tale on a gay thailand forum a few years ago, and then got bored with the forum and never added additional tales. So I will now, in this blog.

Noom, btw, is his real name, though it is his nickname, which all Thais have. In Thai, Noom means ‘young man’ and it is a very common name. I’m still deciding on whether to post pix of his face here or not. If I end up doing so, then it’d be rude to post pix of his other assets. So, until I decide, I’ll be cagey with the shots I do post.

So far, there is no end to this tale. So if you find it of interest, there should be years of blog posts yet to come. Hope you enjoy . . .

So after almost 30 years of visiting Thailand two or three times a year, I finally fell in love with a bar boy. Now I’ve read all the warnings posted all over the internet over the years, and have also read the occasional exaltation to love (thinking, you idiot!) so I know better. But all of a sudden I found my heart taking control whereas I usually let my cock do the thinking (the latter usually being the more intelligent of the two).

Bobby Kennedy once said, “Every society gets the type of law enforcement it deserves”. (Ok, I probably paraphrased that but the sentiment holds true.) What’s that got to do with falling in love with a bar boy? Well, I think we all tend to pick the guy we deserve. Meaning, for example, if you expect a guy who views you as a walking atm, that’s exactly who you will end up with. I think its kinda a karma thing, too – you get what you put out into the universe. If money is your over riding concern, so too will it be his. These guys aren’t dumb – they can spot a sucker as quickly as they can a skinflint. But it’s not just the money thing. If you zero in on a guy like a poodle who spotted a great dane in heat, well, its only your fault if you get bit. And if you think bar boys are all uneducated farm boys who would prefer a hotel with concrete floors and bare walls, you’ll end up with that guy. In truth bar bois encompass a wide range of education levels, desires, ability to speak English, reasons for working in a bar, etc. So the perfect guy for you, whatever form that takes, is out there . . . not that finding him was ever my intention.

I met Noom at Future Boys on my annual xmas/birthday/new years bash outing several years ago. Normally I hit a bar, have a drink, if a ‘possible’ comes into view buy him a drink, and then either off the guy or dump him and hit the next bar instead. At the prices these places charge, it’s the most economical way of getting through an evening. Once a year I pick one of my favorite bars, load my wallet up with cash and spend the evening partying my ass off buying drinks for a whole slew of boys and mamsans, tipping everyone in sight and quickly becoming the favorite customer of the night. It’s actually quite fun having half a dozen guys massaging your body and cuddling up next to you while you get plastered. At least once a year. So I’d spotted Noom early in my visit, but wrote him off because he was such a stud – incredible body, toned, defined, muscled . . . and his body language and attitude seemed to say he knew it. Plus I’m a top and figured it’d be difficult to get him to even smoke much less offer up his ass. But late into the visit he made his way over, sat down next to me, crouched low and looking up with the most adorable eyes, smiled sweetly and said, “Hi”.

Mmmmmmm, maybe there’s more here than I originally thought. So I smiled back, said Hi, and asked him what he did. “I do everything” was his reply. Not that we haven’t all heard that exaggeration before. But what the hell, he was incredibly cute and buffed, so I bought him a drink, chatted him up for a while and took him off for the night. Back at the hotel, he was extremely affectionate, not at all in a hurry to get the sex over with, quite willingly smoked me without any prompting (and did so well) and when the question of anal sex came up – that would be when my finger was buried up his ass – said, “I no like” which while to a Thai is as close to No as they can come, to a Westerner means if you really want to push it, it’s there for the taking. But I’m a nice guy. Really. So no fucking but after cleaning ourselves up he fell asleep naked cuddled up in my arms and I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

Nice guy, enjoyed spending time with him and offed him another 2 nights to cover New Years Eve. That’d be the end of our time together because I was headed for Penang the next day. On our last night, after dropping by his bar to pay his off, he grabbed my hand and pulled me through Patpong’s night market to a stall at the far end of Silom where he bought two small gifts, one for me and one for my mom. What a sweet guy! Another night of great sex, kisses and hugs in the morning and off I headed quite satisfied with my choice of companion in Bangkok.

In June I visited Bangkok again for a few days. But with no intention of offing Noom again . . . variety is the spice of life in my opinion. But when he spied me walking into Future Boys his exuberant dash across the stage into my arms kinda settled the question of who I’d off for the night. And again I found him to be charming, sweet, and affectionate and enjoyed spending time with him during the day as much as I did in bed at night. And he’d been exercising daily so he was even more muscled and toned than before. Another day or two of offing him and then I was off to Bali. Decided then that I’d add him to the slim rank of guys I tend to off at least one night on every visit to Bangkok.

Prior to my trip in Octoberthat year, Noom emailed me that he’d switched bars. He was now at Hot Male. I called him the night I got into town, but explained I was with a friend (had brought a guy up from Sumatra with me for most of the trip). We hit Soi Twilight that evening, dropping into various bars so my friend could see the different shows, and Noom called to find out where I was. We were at Dream Boys at the time and I told him we’d be at Hot Male in about 30 minutes. Ten minutes later he rushed into the bar, gave me a big hug and settled into my arms. My Indonesian friend was a bit put off to say the least. Noom had no problem with me being with someone else though and happily sat with us during our visit to Hot Male. As we left I took him aside and told him I’d be back on Saturday, after my friend headed home. And sure enough as soon as I walked into the bar Saturday night Noom jumped up and came running. When we sat down together several of the guys and a few of the mamasans came over to say hi . . . he’d been talking about me to them all week and of my anticipated arrival. I spent another day or two with him before heading home with pleasant memories to tide me over until my next visit to Thailand.

Whew, that was a lengthy backstory! And notice I never mentioned the “L” word once. At this point it was no more than a simple friendship, mixed with a lot of lust. A few bits about Noom: he’s straight; he views his bar work as ‘bidness’; has a muscled body to die for (and has no intention of switching to Tawan as he figures he has less competition for those who enjoy the built guys at Hot Male); speaks passable English. He’s extremely gregarious and immediately includes strangers into our day time outings. I make a living out of buying silver and jewelry in Thailand and selling it back in the US. We were at one shop in Kho San and after having spent a while chatting with the owner while I picked out merchandise some new customers came in and Noom immediately proceeded to charm them into making some retail purchases they’d probably had no intention of making.. And I love his cock: he’s uncut like most Thai guys, but the head hangs out so it looks like he is cut . . . and that sucker gets rock hard and points north at the drop of a hat.

And so my annual December/January trip rolled around this year, but I had not emailed Noom that I was coming to town (yeah, nice guy, lots of fun, but time to butterfly off to greener pastures). After a few nights hitting various bars in town and hooking up with a few fellow travellers via Gay Romeo, I was sated but not satisfied and headed for Hot Male the night of my birthday. My timing was great, I walked in and was seated during the middle of their ‘Big Cock’ show. After a half dozen guys had hit the stage showing off their hard cocks, Noom came on stage. Hard member throbbing, big smile on his face, he stood in front of where I was seated twice looking like he was staring into the crowd when, like most of the guys, his eyes were glued to the mirror behind the audience. On his third pass he looked down and saw me, his eyes got wide as he let out a whoop and jumped off the stage headed away from me quickly hiding his cock . . . he was actually embarrassed and it was so adorable! He came jumping around the stage yelling out my name and melted into my arms to a round of applause from his friends and coworkers. And my heart melted. My dog doesn’t get as excited to see me. His smile, the glow on his face, his obvious joy and contentment to be wrapped in my arms was just too much. If I was a mushy kind of guy I’d have cried. Instead, after some 30 years of visiting Thailand, in that moment, I fell in love with a bar boy.

And to top the evening off, he remembered it was my birthday and had the bar sing Happy Birthday to me. Forget being a butterfly, I was committed to spending as much of my holiday with Noom as possible. And that night as he lay naked in my arms with a smile on his face I invited him to come spend a week in Chiang Mai with me . . .

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