Gay Boy Thailand

Fishy

I met my old friend the fishmonger on the street one evening. What a small world. It turned out he lived across the street from my hotel.

The fishmonger is the one who has two girlfriends. One is male and one is female and the fishmonger is straight, of course.

The fishmonger was chatting with some friends. They smoked cigarettes and joked and loitered under some trees. A couple of them were drunk. Tiger beer, said the fishmonger.

On my way back to the hotel I a tout had harassed me. He was new and didn’t yet know I never buy any of their priate products. He started about lady massage and sexy lady DVD, but then someone said “m2m” to him and he changed to gay offers. I guess they know me.

This tout was unusually agressive. He followed me down the street for a while and I had to wave my arms and tell him to get lost.

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After about ten minutes of chatting to the fishmonger and his friends, who else would appear than this tout?
- You want boy? asked the tout.
- No, I said.
- How about this one? Or this one?
He pointed to the fishmonger, who had falled quiet.
- This one is my friend, I said.
- 150 ringit, said the tout.
A tense silence came over the boys who had just been chatty and happy. I could tell they were afraid of the tout.

The tout offered me all four boys who stood there, one after the other. Then he wanted to know why I didn’t want any of them. I said as little as possible.

When he had given up and left I asked the fishmonger:
- Your friend?
- No, said the fishmonger with contempt.
I wanted to ask if the tout was mafia but felt it was inappropriate to push the subject.

This guy was clearly mafia. What power did he have over the boys? How could he show up just like that and offer me these boys, who were never MBs, as if he could command them?

What would have happened if I had said “yes”? From their fear I guessed that the boys probably dared not say no to him. So then we would have gone to my hotel room, the tout, the boy and I. A scared and reluctant boy would have done whatever little he thought he could get away with, and the mafia tout would have taken most of the money.
This was quite bad. It was only by accident I knew these boys, and in particular the fishmonger, and was aware that they were not in the trade.

Still, I don’t know how this slimey tout could get any business. He was as creepy and reeking of crime as any of them. I would never trust this guy or let him near me.