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Noom, my bar boy friend and current love of my life, has a beautiful body. He’s put a lot of work into it, countless hours spent to perfectly define every muscle, to highlight every masculine curve and bulge. He’s proud of the result, and rightly so. Noom has little problem with showing off that which he has created. And that’s a good thing. When you make your living stripping naked on stage for a room full of guys to drool over, being pleased with what you’re showing off makes your job that much easier.
The first night we hook up on any trip I make to Bangkok, as soon as we get back to the hotel he strips down to show me the latest improvements he’s made. Fortunately, even though there are no further improvements, he pulls the same stunt every time we get back to the hotel during the trip too. Noom is comfortable in his skin. And I’m comfortable in admiring it. But on that first night I have to make sure to be appreciative of his most recent muscle development. Naturally, my eye zeroes in on the muscle I’m most interested in. Comments about his cock, however, are not as well received as praise over his expanding deltoids, biceps, and pecs. Since it is his muscles – not muscle – he’s showing off, there is no real reason for him to go completely au naturel. But I don’t mention that. ‘Cuz that would just be stupid.
It’s never surprised me that so many of the boys on stage in Bangkok’s gogo bars look bored, listless, or are immersed in their reflection thanks to the de rigueur mirrors that serve as walls in most bars. Even if you parade around in your underwear nightly for a room full of strangers, it still has to be somewhat uncomfortable and a little bit embarrassing. I have to assume many of the boys consider themselves attractive, though there are just as many who I don’t believe could ever be that self-delusional. I’d think the better looking you are, the easier being undressed in public would be. At least that’s my personal observation. The guys who smile, seem to have some life in them, and even look to be enjoying themselves tend to rate an 8 or 9. They use the mirrors to preen. The guys hovering around a score of 3 or 4 always look like that can’t wait to get off the stage. They use the mirrors to erase the faces in the audience staring at them. Noom looks like he was born for the stage. Noom looks like he carries a stage around with him. If Noom could figure out how, he’d carry a mirror around with him too.
The first night we met, the first time I offed him, my heart thumped madly when he stripped down upon entering the hotel room. He doesn’t make a production out of it, it’s a natural flow of movement that he’s perfected so that by the time he’s walked fully into the room he’s down to his underwear. The only hesitation is the few seconds it takes him to carefully fold his pants and drape his shirt over the back of a chair. Then, voila, the rest comes off and Noom is as the gods intended him to be.
As proud as he is of his body, and as willing as he is to show it off, Noom is not an exhibitionist. At least not 100% so. In the privacy of our hotel room he’s cool with being naked. Back at the bar, not so much. Though he has just as much reason to be proud of the more private parts of his body, showing them off on stage embarrasses him. As with all bar boys, he gets paid extra for performing in the shows. But even a bar boy has his limits. Begrudgingly, and more in realization that it might land him a customer than in pursuit of a few hundred baht, Noom participates in acts where he has to be naked. But he refuses to be in those where he would have to perform a sex act. He knows potential customers want to see the goods, and so though he’d rather not, he does take part in his bar’s Big Cock Show. But the big smile he displays when standing center stage naked and hard has nothing to do with being happy.
But then you’d stand a better chance than I in seeing him hard and exposed on stage. Noom prefers that I call him when I get into town and then later that afternoon he’ll come by the hotel. When we do go to his bar, on the first night it is to take care of financial matters. And on any other night, so that he can spend a few minutes visiting friends and bar mates. Sometimes we stick around so I can watch the show. But then Noom watches it with me, fully dressed, sitting by my side. That’s a comfortable companionship. But a little part of me would rather see him up on stage. Okay, a big part of me likes to watch him on stage. And so more times than not I’m vague about the exact date I’ll get in town and then I show up at his bar, unexpected, just a few minutes after the show begins. It’s a little guilty pleasure of mine. A small thrill. And possibly a bit warped. I can see him naked all I want in our room. So why do I find it so enticing to catch glimpses of his naked body on stage, nowhere near as close, and while surrounded by a room full of strangers?
I dunno. But Noom hates it. I know part of the attraction for me is it’s one of the few times during the trip I’ll get the full gay gogo bar experience. Even though it is a forgone conclusion that I’ll off Noom for the duration, it still provides the same level of excitement as hitting a bar, on the prowl for a guy hot enough to off. The hunt is part of the thrill. Even if it is like shooting fish in a barrel. Later during the trip when visiting a few places with Noom it’s just not the same. Then, my boy du jour is already siting next to me. The excitement is removed from the experience. And I’ve seen too many shows for the nudity and sex alone to be much of a thrill.
Not so on my first night when I sneak into Noom’s bar. But I have to time it right. The show has to have already started. If I walk in when the lights have already dimmed, the waiters and captains who know me don’t rush off to tell Noom I’m there. Then, it’s too late to pull up an understudy, Noom’s participation is still required for those acts he has been scheduled to appear in. If I get there too early, before the show begins, someone alerts him and then the show goes on without him. And my fun has to wait until we get back to the hotel.
But on those nights when I time it right, I get to watch the show and wait for Noom’s appearance. Fortunately, like many of the hotter guys, he spends a good amount of his time on stage checking himself out in the mirrors. But sooner or later he’ll let his gaze take in the audience. When he spots me, he has a physical reaction, an unconscious, quick jerk to cover himself before his conscious mind takes over and reminds him he is on stage and being paid to expose himself. Then his smile of embarrassment takes on new heights. Noom is the only Thai I’ve ever seen blush.
Embarrassing him is not the point of catching him naked on stage, unaware. Though at any other time or in any other setting that can be fun. Seeing him naked isn’t the point either. Naked Noom is a large part of my Thailand experience on any trip. And though I get a small degree of enjoyment in watching him at work – which I guess is akin to straight guys who are as proud as a peacock about dating a stripper and the envy of all of their friends – the big payoff is the initial interaction between us, the momentary silent conversation we have before he gets a chance to cover himself, hop off the stage, and run over to greet me with a big hug. So maybe I’m not quite as warped as I thought. At least not in this instance.
After Noom spots me, makes that quick move to cover himself that never gets finished, and turns red, our eyes meet. His big fake grin dissolves into a smile of pleasure in seeing me again. And he makes a small, quick, upward nod of his head. It’s an acknowledgment of his embarrassment, but also a shared laugh at where he is and what he’s in the middle of doing. Noom can always find something to laugh about. Even when it is at himself. And though I am thrilled when he finally gets to come over to greet me, pleased when he sits down next to me for a quick minute before offering up another small, knowing laugh accompanied by yet another short nod downward this time – an acknowledgment that he needs to go in the back and get rid of the torn condom he’s been using to keep his cock erect for the show – it is that momentary connection while he is still on stage that is the true thrill for me.
While Noom stands on stage exposing himself to an appreciative audience, eyes glued to his reflection or taking in the faces of those staring up at him, there is a deadness in his eyes, a wall he builds that separates and removes the real Noom from the experience and allows the working Noom to do his job, with a minimum of embarrassment. When our eyes meet, that wall quickly crashes down. The real Noom comes out. If that makes sense. And it is that moment, that instant of transformation, when he is most naked, both physically and emotionally, that makes my heart soar. That connection – when the bar, the customers, the stage, and Noom’s predicament – all disappear, is an intensely personal and private moment between us. Despite the crowd, the blaring music, and the noise of a busy bar. It’s a quiet, temporary moment in which only the two of us exist. It’s a personal connection that transcends place, one that relies completely on the friendship we’ve built over the years, on who we are, and what we mean to each other.
We can, and do, speak often with but a quick look. A fleeting glance conveys meaning by itself thanks to our familiarity with each other. So it is not the silent communication between us alone that makes that moment so special. And my guilty pleasure has little to do with his public nudity either. His transformation while on stage, from being removed to becoming fully engaged upon spotting me is part of it. But more so it is that Noom the bar boy – that marvelous hunk of muscle, that hot body available for purchase to anyone with enough baht, that hunk of meat that anyone can drool over – with one look becomes the Noom that I know and love. Which has nothing to do with his body. And has everything to do with who he is.
So maybe it’s not so much about his transformation but rather about mine. Maybe it is that in that instant I move from staring at an object of desire to seeing a real person. Maybe it is his ability, with just a look, to transform me from a voyeur into a real person too. Maybe it’s that, with just his look, I’m reminded of what I mean to him. Maybe it is that sense of place, that instant reminder of my importance to someone else and the impact I have on his world, that is the true pleasure. And maybe, it’s that that look – more than any other – welcomes me back to Bangkok and tells me that I have a place in Noom’s heart.
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Jim said:
Enchantingly written. Thank you for sharing?
Bangkokbois said:
Thank you Jim.
And thanks for taking the time to comment.
jeffreymonsoon said:
I agree with Jim, beautifully written and really insightful.
I’m curious, don’t you run the risk of Noom being “engaged” when you get there?
jeffreymonsoon said:
Ps. who is the hottie with the butt tattoo?
Bangkokbois said:
Niccolas de lucca. The large butt shot was the first I saw of him and while I’m not a big fan of tats that one grabbed my attention!
He just did a layout for G Magazine, so there are lots of shots of him floating around right now. Shame this post wasn’t longer so more would fit.
🙂
Bangkokbois said:
Thank you Jeffrey.
I do, but it only happened once. He does know within a day or two of when I’ll be there and I think he turns anything other than short short-time bookings away then. So I try to not pull that stunt too often. It’s difficult to not call him the minute my plane touches ground anyway.
Mitch S. said:
Just what kind of a sick fuck are you anyway? Showing up unannounced at Noom’s place of business is giving me flashbacks of the four-week murder trial I finished jury duty on last week where the psycho, stalker ex-boyfriend killed & buried the ex-girlfriend…
Seriously, you long ago promised Noom a business, so it’s time to keep your word on that & knock off this stalking behavior!
Bangkokbois said:
Seemed like a good hobby to start up to me!
BTW, thanks for the not guilty vote . . . that judge looked pissed, you guys saved my ass!
John said:
I have to agree that this is beautifully written. The sincerity of your feelings for Noom shine through. Thanks for sharing it.
BTW, I’ve now reserved my flight to Bangkok. I leave November 10, so I guess that means I arrive the next day. I’ll be in Thailand for a couple of weeks. A European friend will be joining me, and we’re thinking about heading up to Chiang Mai. He heads back home before I do, so I’ll have the last two days in Bangkok all by myself. How on earth will I stay busy? 😉
Hope you don’t mind if I barrage you with questions as I prepare for my trip. I’ll certainly be rereading all of your bar boy posts before I go. Oh, and yeah, I will actually be reading your posts on the cultural sites as well. I can’t spend all my time in Thailand looking at naked men. Can I? 😛
Bangkokbois said:
Thanks John.
It sounds like you’ll be in Chiang Mai for the Yi Peng celebration. Great timing, you will be amazed. And if nothing else, that should qualify as the cultural portion of your trip and you can devote the rest to naked men.
🙂
Feel free to ask any questions you may have. Make tons of plans. They’ll all be thrown out the window the minute after you step into a bar.
John said:
Well, I actually plan to see a few of the cultural sites in Bangkok. After all of your photos of those spectacular wats, I’d be remiss if I didn’t see any. Of course, I know my evenings will be filled with good food and naked Thai musclemen. The folks at Tawan can count on having a good month in November. 😉
I’m going to do my research on food and accommodation, and I may pick your brain on places that sound good. Since you mentioned Chiang Mai, what’s the best way of getting there from Bangkok? I assume it’s best to fly. Any recommendations on which carriers to take and which to avoid? I know you said Air Asia sucks. What’s a good airline for that trip?
Bangkokbois said:
Some are fans of taking the train to Chiang Mai, I fly because it is quicker. Air Asia does suck, but it’s cheap. With them it is best to book flights earlier in the day (both ways) as they tend to run into delays as the day progresses. This far out you should be able to get decent prices on Thai – which is a much nicer flight. But then regardless it’s less than a hour, so if $$$ is your concern Air Asia is where the savings will be.
And I’ll alert the guys at Tawan of your arrival.
🙂
John said:
I love trains, at least the ones in Europe, but I don’t know if I’ll be up for it if it’s a long journey. I think I’ll take your advice and go with Thai Airlines if I fly. I can’t imagine the price difference will be that great for such a short flight.
I’m already scoping out the boys at Tawan on their web site. I recognize a few of them from thaibody.com. I think all parties are likely to get what they want out of this deal. I’m also planning on a trip to Hotmale to see Noom. If you don’t mind, that is.
Bangkokbois said:
Nah, the difference isn’t great and should still be but around $100. Splurge, especially since it will be your first time in Thailand.
And do stop in to see Noom (though he’d much prefer if you offed him). And if you do, then he and I can laugh about your performance later.
🙂
I ran acorss the dates for Yi Peng recently, I’ll have to try and find that again for you John. It sounds like your timing is right, but if you have to move plans around a bit while in the country to experience it it’d be well worth the effort.
John said:
Oh, if I stop in to see Noom, I *definitely* plan on offing him. I have to see what all the fuss is about, after all. But I certainly hope he’s learned the first rule of escorting — no talking out of school. 😉
I’ll definitely be flying Thai Airlines then. I refuse to fly Southworst here in the U.S. I’m not about to deal with a budget carrier in southeast Asia.
Bangkokbois said:
I’m with you. I flew SW once. That was more than enough.
Noom isn’t discrete so much as he is easily embarassed. Which cracks me up. So your secrets will be safe. Um, I did mention he typically gets 10,000 for short-time, right?
John said:
Heh. I appreciate your efforts to increase Noom’s income, but I think I’ll wait until I get to Thailand to experience my first touri scam. 😉
Bangkokbois said:
was just trying to get ya into the spirit John.
🙂
as-boy said:
blogs by blogs, youre like writing poetry in the old timer. ‘when i fall in love, everything’s just change! the sun, the sky, the flower’ !! very good prospect for making and directing some melodrama movies. it will sell 😀 i wish i did. but instead, I decorated houses and built home for two! so gay! :))
Bangkokbois said:
Grand idea, I’m going to start up my casting couch sessions pronto!
as-boy said:
he is light up and being himself (secured) whenever around you. and in return, he makes you feel precious and happy. that is all it has to take. i dont see what’s missing here. its not everyday, certain people can give us something so unseen and special, unless there is something else.i might be lack of experience. please enlighten me, guru… 🙂
Bangkokbois said:
Nope, that he makes me feel special when I’m with him does it for me. Of course the sex doesn’t hurt either.
as-boy said:
and..??? so…??
Bangkokbois said:
and, so what?
You lost me again as-boy.
as-boy said:
you lub himm, youuuu….you you youuuuu,,,,,,,,,,,,
Bangkokbois said:
lol gotchya . . . yup, and I lub him!
Nils said:
Thanks! Danke! Again for sharing such great stories.
(Had the same idea to “surprise” my boy du jour the same way, but just had, had had to call him before 🙂 )
Bangkokbois said:
yeah, I always attempt that move but 80% of the time end up calling him from the airport.