20. In the mall
Bjorn and Larson were sitting in a restaurant drinking fruit juice. They had chosen a table with a good view. The mall had a central gallery with escalators going up and down and from their table they could see all the coming and going.
- This is prime money boy territory, said Bjorn. Every afternoon the boys come here. You never know who or how many, but there will always be someone.
- How do you know they are moneyboys?
- Because they say 500 baht please when they are done?
- That’s cheaper than the bars. How do you spot them?
- If you see a young man here, make eye contact. Then you can tell if he is available or not.
- What about those two over there on the bench?
- They are available. See that boy standing on the 3rd floor by the escalator?
- I see him.
- He is available too. And here comes another one. The guy in the blue shirt.
- I like Mr. Blue Shirt. He is cute.
- See where he goes.
The Thai boy wearing a blue shirt and black pants looked briefly at the two farang and smiled. He was walking on the opposite side of the gallery and disappeared behind a corner.
- He went to the men’s room, said Bjorn. Do you want to talk to him?
- Why not?
- Follow him.
- Then what?
- Ask him if he wants to come with you.
- Is that all?
- Pretty much. You can take him to Suriwong Hotel. The hotel charges 300 baht and that gives you up to three hours to bonk him.
Larson was on his feet already, walking towards the men’s room with determined steps. That boy is good looking, thought Larson. Undressed boys in a go-go bar were one thing but there was something to be said for fully dressed boys too. If they dressed sexy it turned Larson on more than pure nudity would.
The boy stood in front of the mirror in the men’s room and combed his hair. Apart from a Thai guy who was standing by the urinal Larson and the boy were alone. The boy smiled broadly when Larson came in. The boy looked as if he had expected the Swede. The boy nodded towards one of the stalls where the door was open. It seems no hotel is necessary, thought Larson.
The toilet stalls were of the open type with walls only. If an observer got something to stand on, he could peek down on whoever was inside the stall since the walls didn’t go up to the roof. And the walls stopped 30cm above the floor so any observer on the outside could lean down and count the feet in each stall. The Thai guy who had been standing by the urinal pretending to take a leak was doing just that. He leaned down and saw four feet. As he thought the farang and the Thai boy were in the second stall from the entrance to the room.
In the stall the boy closed the lid and sat down on the toilet. Larson remained standing, facing the boy. The boy started fiddling with Larson’s zipper.
This is wonderfully dirty, thought Larson. Shopping mall cruising! Anonymous and quick nooky in a restroom! Larson had not done this since he was young. The public place they were in and the fact that the two had not yet said a word to each other made the situation even smuttier. It was decadent and filthy and it made Larson extra horny.
The boy had an easy job considering how excited Larson had become. It did not take long. The boy had just finished and Larson was about to pull his pants back on when they heard the sound of a metal tool in the door lock. Someone unlocked the stall from the outside. The door swung open and Larson and the boy found themselves staring at a group of men who were standing outside. The men wore brown uniforms and had guns.
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