27. Young at heart
Larson was puzzled after his first three days in Thailand. It was true what Bjorn had said about Thai boys. They were the cutest Larson had seen. Their cuteness wasn’t only in their appearance; it was in their playful charm too. But there was also something wild about Thailand. The incident with the police had been unexpected and frightening. And the moneyboys he had… they were gorgeous but they were rent boys and they did feel rented in bed. Larson wondered if he could do better. Bjorn had a Thai boyfriend, a 25-year-old Bangkok boy who had a job in a bank. Maybe Larson also could meet someone he didn’t have to pay, a real Thai boy.
Larson felt younger in Thailand than he had in Sweden. In Gothenburg he was used to young men writing him off as a fossil. They overlooked him. But in Bangkok Larson got interested glances from boys on Silom road, and from some boys that were sitting in the restaurant at the Malaysia hotel. And when he went for a walk in Lumpini Park some guys sitting under a tree had said “handsome man!” and giggled when he walked past them.
Larson decided to buy new clothes. I am young at heart, thought Larson. I can let it show. Larson looked at himself in the mirror in his Malaysia hotel room. His drab clothes and grey beard and hair made him look like what he was - an ageing schoolteacher. Larson was conform and not the type to stand out. In Sweden he blended in with others to the point of being near invisible.
The Swede took a taxi to the Siam Centre, a place he had read about in the guidebook. There he went to a hairdresser who shaved his beard off. Better to do it now, thought Larson, before I get a beach tan. With the beard gone Larson had his hair dyed back to the original dark colour - or at least something close. The dye left a slight red tint but Larson didn’t mind. He wanted to be daring for a change. Next he went shopping for new clothes and shoes.
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Duff pressed against Chalong from behind. From having his hand on the boy’s shoulder his hand slid down to the boy’s waist. Soon Duff was holding the boy with both arms, resting his head on the boy’s shoulder. The boy was warm and soft to touch. Soft yet firm, just as Duff liked it.
Standing like this was good for talking since Duff made skin contact when speaking into the boy’s ear. Duff learned that the boy was from Lampang, not Chiang Mai. The boy had said Chiang Mai since this was the nearest well-known city. Chalong’s nickname was Bia. He was a student at Thammasat university. He seemed happy to have met Duff.
Duff kissed the boy lightly on the cheek. Bia turned his head and kissed Duff back, first on the cheek and then on the lips. The first kiss was dry, the second was wet and from then on it was French and full embrace. Some Thai boys that stood nearby watched them with interest, a couple of farang tourists standing by the bar watched them with envy. I wonder, thought Duff, what this sexy boy will say if I ask him to come back to my room with me.
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