Gay Boy Thailand

Three days in Pattaya was enough. Then I went home to Chalerm in Bangkok, which was a relief after the high-pressure atmosphere of Pattaya.

Next was a visa run to Penang.
Exciting vibrating Penang. The Fun Capital of Asia.

Sorry. There is nothing wrong with Penang. It is a fine little city. It is just that I have been to Penang so many times.

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You want to know if I met any gay boys in Penang? Oh I met some. Four actually.

I met one in an Internet cafe in Komtar who passed the following tests:

Fashionable spiky hair
Colour-matched clothes
Colour-matched shoes and socks
Smart accessories
Pretty-as-a-girl face
Talkative and show-offish personality

He was a Chinese boy. He looked into my eyes, did a u-turn and came back to bump me accidentally with his butt. I appreciated that.

This Chinese boy was a tad young so I put him on my Emerging Talent Watch List for future reference. Time flies. Before I know it he will be ripe.

The only words I spoke to the pretty Chinese boy was “goodbye” when he left. He said it first.

The three other gay boys? One was Malay and worked for Air Asia. Then I met a cute Chinese one in an escalator (he followed me). And the last one was a Chinese going to see a movie with his faghag girlfriend. He didn’t fool me by hiding behind a female.

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You don’t need to feel sorry for Chalerm who has been home alone several nights the last week. He has company. The Prince of Khon Kaen has stayed with him, and a friend named khun G. has arrived from Isaan. Khun G. spent eight hours on the bus and was so exhausted he slept the next 24 hours after arriving in our home. In addition to the gay boys several girls from Chalerm’s university has been coming and going. They do fine without me.