16. The stare
Larson was back in the same go-go bar the next evening. It was still amazing to see the boys on stage. #22 was there, smiling at Larson as he arrived. The boy gestured that he wanted to sit with Larson again. Larson didn’t want that. #22 had been good but not so good that Larson wanted him twice.
#7, the boy with the nicely toned body, was on stage again. Larson was more self-confident now. He knew how to behave in a go-go bar and asked the mamasan for #7. The chosen boy came and sat down with Larson. But #22 got an unhappy expression on his face. He stared at Larson.
What is this? thought Larson. They are running a go-go bar. They are professionals. I am entitled to change boys. No nasty looks please.
#22 didn’t stop. Every time Larson looked up the boy’s eyes were on him. This distracted Larson from #7. Larson considered if he should complain to the mamasan about #22. No, thought Larson, complaining will be embarrassing. It is just a boy looking at me. What will I say he is doing? Harassing me? A grown man should be able to handle this. If I complain I will be as childish as #22 is.
The go-go dancers changed position and #22 walked past Larson to get to the other side of the stage. If looks could kill I would be in Valhalla, thought Larson. This was off-putting. Larson knew he should ignore the hostile attitude from #22 but the boy’s cold vibrations dominated the room. Larson didn’t enjoy himself anymore. He asked for the bill, gave #7 a 100 baht tip and left.
In soi Twilight the touts tried to grab him again. One man pretended to look at his watch and said “show now! start five minute”. Larson was curious to see what kind of show this was. Of course the show didn’t start in five minutes, Larson arrived in the middle of it. Two Thai guys were doing a third guy who was suspended from what reminded Larson of a circus trapeze. None of the guys were cute but all had big boners and lighter skin than Larson expected Thai boys to have. The Thai guys did it from every angle, up, down, sideways, from above and from under. Then an ugly straight guy with an extra large boner came for the finale. A fem boy was his partner, or perhaps victim.
Larson left. This is not for me, Larson thought. The show was boring and the actors were not good looking. And what were women doing in the audience? Wasn’t this a gay bar? Half the spectators were Japanese and farang ladies.
Larson wanted to go to a certain bar in Silom soi 6 that Bjorn had recommended. But Larson didn’t know how to get to soi 6. He hailed a taxi on Suriwong road. The driver wanted 200 baht to take him to soi 6. Larson left the car and slammed the door shut. The same happened with the next taxi, only that this one wanted 300 baht.
The third driver said “you, you walking” and pointed in the direction of Silom soi 6. Larson walked past Patpong. He had to fight off an annoying number of touts and vendors. Some of them tried to show him brochures with lady pictures. Others insisted they could get him “boy, young boy, anything you wan”. Larson swore at them in Swedish.
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