Gay Boy Thailand

Relax. I have a babysitter.

Chalerm is on a grand tour of northern Thailand with his school class. I am paying for it. Not for everyone, only for Chalerm. They go to Sukhothai and the flower exhibition in Chiang Mai and that sort of thing.

I had planned wild orgies and depraved behaviour here in The Mansion while I was home alone, but that was not to be. I have a babysitter. It is the Prince of Khon Kaen, who stayed here while Chalerm was here and who just keeps staying.

The Prince looked a bit nervous yesterday when I entered his room to get something from the computer. Maybe he is afraid I will jump him.

Chalerm assured me that his bus group will only stay in five star hotels. A farang friend of mine visited one of the luxury hotels yesterday. He had some boxes for Chalerm to bring back to me in Bangkok.

According to my farang friend the five star hotel is cleverly hidden behind a brothel which pretends to be a massage parlour. They have ladies on display using the fish bowl method. My farang friend, being a straight man, even inquired about prices. 1200 baht. And that wasn’t for a room.

On the bright side the Prince of Khon Kaen is doing my laundry now, and he does it better than young Mr. No-names-mentioned does it. Maybe I should keep him.