Gay Boy Thailand

212 - money talk

Larson regretted his harsh words and said:
- But we can still be friends.
- Only friend?
- Good friends.
- I wan stop working Dietmar. But you not take care me.
- Quiting the job for Dietmar is a good idea. But I tried to help you do that. I paid your debts and you were supposed to quit. But you didn’t.
- I no money.
- Lek, this is pointless. I have tried several times but help you get a better life but you don’t seem to want it.
- I miss you.
- I don’t think so.
- I hungry.
- Hugry?
- I hungry dink water.
- I have water in the fridge. You can come in and get some.
- Thank.

Larson let Lek in. The boy helped himself to a bottle of mineral water from the hotel room fridge.
- And now goodbye, said Larson.
Lek sniffed his armpit.
- I dirty. Smell bad.
- I didn’t notice, said Larson.
- I need take shower. Can?
- OK. There are towels in the bathroom.

Larson went back to the bed and rested on his back, turning on the television and flickering through the channels with the remote control. He heard Lek turn the water on in the bathroom. Lek showered in cold water only. Larson could not understand why anyone would shower in cold water when it could be nice and warm instead. But when Larson and Lek had showered together Lek had screamed like he was getting burned when Larson turned on the warm water. Thais have strange bathing habits, thought Larson.

The sound of showering stopped. Larson knew Lek was soaping himself in. All of the body plus shampoo for the hair. Lek was always clean. He never smelled of sweat and never had dirty clothes. Larson had to admire the Thai hygiene. Back in Sweden Larson showered only in the morning but in Thailand he had adjusted to Thai habits and showered several times a day.

The sound of running water came back. Larson imagined Lek rinsing and how shampoo would flow from his head and down across Lek’s perfectly formed chest. Larson thought about Lek’s skin colour. It was such an inviting colour, a warm golden brown. It was a colour which said “touch me” and Larson had often done that.

Lek came out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his waist.
- Are you done? asked Larson.
- Finit, said Lek.
Lek sat down on the bed next to Larson.
- Good. So you are going back to Tropical Paradise then?
- Not want, said Lek. He moved closer to Larson.
- I know what you are up to, said Larson.
- I miss you.
- So you say.
- Did you forget me?
- No.
- You no lie me?
- I like you too much.
- I want hug.
- This is not going to work.
- Hug. Only one.
- All right. One hug.

Larson hugged Lek and the sensation of touching bare skin stimulated Larson in more than one way.
- Hmm, said Lek.
- You are cold, said Larson.
- Your room cold.
- It is normal. But you are still partly wet.
- You hel dry me?

Larson helped dry Lek. Larson got another towel and wrapped Lek’s hair in it. Then he gently removed some remaining drops from Lek’s shoulders. Darn, thought Larson. This is getting out of hand. How can I resist him? I need this. I need to get laid. I need it badly. What harm can it do? One last time. And then goodbye. Yes, only one more time.

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