30. Larson the flamboyant
Larson was on the stage at DJ Station, dancing shirtless with a group of hot-looking boys. Larson was hot too - he was wet from sweating. His leather pants were too warm and the dancing made Larson’s hairy upper body glisten with perspiration. Has he never heard of ageing with dignity? thought Bjorn. What is he doing up there? What a disgrace. The Thai boys are sexy but old Larson is just pathetic. He can’t dance. And he is hairy like a sheep! Even his shoulders are hairy. Did he forget he has love handles? Now the fatty bits were shaking around the side of Larson’s body with an overhang since his pants were so tight. Larson has lost it, thought Bjorn.
I am having the time of my life, thought Larson. What is Bjorn so grumpy about down there on the dance floor? Must he take himself so bloody seriously? Relax and have fun! Thais do it. Even Swedes can do it. Dance and shake loose! I bet Bjorn is envious. I am scoring with the boys here. Bjorn can’t handle that. Jealousy. That was always Bjorn’s weakness. He can’t watch others have some luck without criticising and spoiling it.
Larson found the rhythm with one of the Thai boys, a dark and handsome fellow who wore a large gold chain around his neck. Do the butt bump! Jump and bump! Shift and bump to the side! This is great, thought Larson. I wish I had come to this place much sooner.
Duff was still sitting in the soi outside DJ Station, smoking a cigarette. Thai boys were milling around in the narrow soi. A farang came out from Top Man go-go bar with a boy. That’s the easy way, thought Duff. Pay per shag. They should have coupons. Bonk ten and get one free.
Duff’s candidate of the night, young khun Bia, came out of DJ. Bia sat down next to Duff and took his hand. Duff let him, but without enthusiasm.
- You ok? said Bia.
- I am fine, said Duff.
- You no smile. You problem?
- Never mind.
Duff and the boy sat in silence for a while. Duff was in the mood to get laid. Bia was more than bonkable. If only he had been available. Refusing to go to the Malaysia hotel? How odd. What was wrong with the Malaysia? Sure, the hotel was full of sex tourists and moneyboys. But so what?
- Where you go? said Bia.
- Back to the Malaysia hotel, said Duff.
- You give me telephone you.
- OK, said Duff and the two exchanged their numbers.
Duff did not expect to see Bia again. Duff knew when he had been turned down. Thais were good at making face-saving excuses. They didn’t say no, but they made up some reason, unconvincing as it might be, why they could not do as you wanted.
Inside DJ Station Larson was getting cosy with the dark and handsome boy. It worked! thought Larson. The trick is to project self-confidence. If I do that others will be attracted to me. No more hiding or beating around the bush. Be flamboyant!
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