Gay Boy Thailand

Duff woke when the phone next to his bed rang.
- Rise and shine! said his mother.
- Mum, it is 7am.

- And what a bright and sunny day it is.
- I am not usually awake at this hour.
- You don’t know what you are missing. This is my second day in Bangkok. I want to go to the Grand Palace.
- Let me go there with you.
- You don’t have the time.
- I have plenty of time.
- No, you don’t. I could not possibly keep you from your job hunting.
- Be careful at the Grand Palace. There are crooks and scammers there. Don’t speak to strangers.
- “Don’t speak to strangers”? DD, you make it sound like I am ten years old.
- I really should go with you.
- I will be fine. You go find gainful employment. See you at lunch.

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A tall farang went down Suriwong road in the afternoon heat. He was looking at the signs outside gay bars. When he came to Superman bar he stopped and poked his nose in the open door.

A couple of shirtless barboys were sitting in a corner, eating instant noodles.
- Solly no open, said one of the boys.
- I am looking for your boss, said the foreigner.
- Di-ma?
- No. Dietmar.
- Yes. Di-ma. Di-ma! Farang want talking you!

Dietmar came out.
- Yes? said the German.
- You are Dietmar, owner of Superman bar?
- That’s right. And who are you?
- I would like to talk to you in private.
- About what?
- One of your customers.
- I am afraid I can’t help you. My customers’s privacy is my number one priority.
- I will make it worth your while.
- I see. In that case please step inside.

Dietmar showed Detective Gran the way to a tiny office at the back of the bar.
- Hot today, isn’t it? asked Dietmar.
- Unbearable, said Gran.
- So how may I help you, Mr…?
- Never mind who I am. I just want some information.
- Information, information. About who?
- A Swedish man by the name of Pelle Larson. You know him?
- Maybe.

Gran took an envelope out of his pocket and placed it on the table. Dietmar took the envelope without opening it and put it in a drawer.
- Pelle Larson. I know him. A good customer and a dear friend.
- I want to know about his habits.
- Habits?
- What he is into. Who he has in bed. Anything incriminating. And who his buddies are.
- Ah, said Dietmar. - That will take some time. Why don’t you come back tonight? And bring another of your envelopes.
- OK, said Gran.