156. At Backdoor bar
- Are you sure this is the right place? asked Larson as the two farangs looked down a small and dark soi.
- It is the right soi, said Duff. – Look, there is a sign above a door.
The bar had no touts or doormen outside, but the door was open. Duff poked his head in.
- Anyone here?
Larson gave Duff a push in the back.
- Let’s go in, shall we?
The bar was dark and smoke-filled. It had a few tables and chairs around the walls, a small and unused go-go stage, and a television set mounted on a wall. It showed porn. Bored-looking young men sat in the chairs, smoking cigarettes. A middle aged Thai man also smoked, but he got up and welcomed the guests.
- Sit down please, said the man. – I manager. What you lie to dink?
- Singha, said Duff.
- Cola, said Larson.
The manager signalled to one of the boys to serve the two farangs. They were the only guests in the small bar.
- Where you from? asked the manager.
- Sweden, said Duff.
- England, said Larson.
- We have many nie boy for you, said the manager. – Which one you lie? You tell me he come sit with you.
- We are just looking, said Duff.
- You can look. How about that one? said the manager, nodding in the direction of the first boy.
- Not my type.
- This one?
- I don’t think so.
- How about him? Him have big one.
- Never mind.
The boys had pulled down the short pants and were playing with themselves while watching the porn video that kept rolling above the heads of the guests.
- Straight porn! said Larson.
- Is because boy like so can get horny.
- It is disgusting! said Larson
- Sickening! said Duff.
- Is this a gynaecology class? asked Larson. - If the cameraman gets any closer he will be hit with a paternity suit.
- You not lie? asked the manager.
- No. We are gay, said Duff.
- Have many good boy for you, said the manager. – What you looking for?
- We are just looking, said Duff.
- I am just here with him, said Larson.
- You want young boy? Have many.
- How young? asked Duff.
- How young you lie?
- A bit younger than those, said Duff with a glance at the hard-working boys across the room.
- Have! No problem. You want boy 16? Have. No problem.
- Where?
- I telephone him. Him come motorbike. Can not stay bar because police.
- Isn’t that illegal?
- No problem. Have room upstair. Police not catch.
The manager and the boys kept smoking. Duff lit up one too.
- Do you mind? asked Larson. – I am getting asthma.
- It doesn’t matter if I smoke as well, said Duff.
- It matters since you sit next to me.
- Don’t worry. I will put flowers on your grave.
- That’s not funny.
- Relax, Larson. We are out exploring the sin in Bangkok. You can get fresh clean air when you are back in Sweden.
The manger went outside and came back with a Thai boy. He made the boy sit next to Duff. The boy wai’ed Duff politely.
- Dink for boy? asked the manager.
- Sure, said Duff.
- Him not speak English, said the manager. – Him only 16. If you want ask him I can speak him.
- What is his name?
- Thep.
- Hello Thep, said Duff and shook hands with the boy, who gave Duff a shy smile.
- You wan take boy upstair? asked the manager.
- No he doesn’t want that, said Larson.
- I can speak for myself, said Duff.
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