Gay Boy Thailand

I went to a shopping centre to buy ink for my printer. Any shopping expedition is a chance to do boy watching, but this time I didn’t see any candidates hovering outside, and none inside the centre either. I saw none in the escalators and none hanging around in the gallery.

But in the specialist Epson shop a cute young thing greeted me. It took me about a quarter of a second to determine he was gay. But he was speaking to another customer so unfortunately a girl came to help me instead.

- How can I help you? asked the girl.
- I am looking for ink for the Epson 2100.
- Ep-san?
- Yes. Epson 2100.
- What model?
- Epson 2100.
- Ep-san?
- Yes.
- What model?
- 2100.

Her face went blank and I gestured at the row of ink behind the desk. I didn’t point with a straight finger and an outstretched arm as I would do in Farangland. Thais seem to consider that a bit rude. Instead I did a vague movement with my hand in the general direction of the merchandise.

- Colour or black? asked the girl.
- Photo Black please, I said.
She gave me Matte Black.
I shook my head.
- Photo Black, I said again.
The gay boy came and joined the girl in the search for whatever the difficult farang wanted. I liked the way he strutted and showed off when he had his butt turned against me. He wore a grey shirt and black jeans, colour matched and tight. His body language said “bonk me”.
The girl gave me Light Black.
- Photo Black, I said.

Another customer came in and the gay boy had to leave me and attend to him. As the boy walked past me I waited for the touch. When the touch came it was gentle and soft, his hand making slight contact with the side of my body as he passed by. It was invisible and 100% deniable.

I was used to this kind of service. I had not shown any impatience, not sighed or rolled my eyes or said “Do you have any idea what you are selling?”, but the girl was still embarrassed when she found Photo Black.

I liked the gay boy. When I had paid for the ink I wanted to talk to him, maybe flirt a little. There was no harm in flirting. But the shop was crowded. The Thai-Chinese family who owned it were watching, and the gay boy was busy. He was listening to a Thai customer who spoke at length about something.

I was expected to leave and could not find a good excuse to stay. I wanted to repay him the light body touch, but this was hard to do due to where he stood. I would have to make a significant detour from my path to the door, and it could look contrived.

As I walked past the gay boy he looked straight ahead, but without looking at what he was looking at. He was following me with his side vision, wanting to know if I looked at him. He was not listening to his customer’s monologue.

That was a cute one. I regret not speaking to him, doing some gay network building. But printer ink runs out fast and maybe I have to go back for more.