Gay Boy Thailand

I met a young man outside a supermarket today. He wore a singlet-ish white shirt made of a fishnet-like material. His arms and shoulders were exposed and I could see his nipples through the fabric. He also had a gold chain, a fashionable hairdo, a pretty face and an athletic build.

He looked like a Silom soi 4 moneyboy, Kadazan-Dusun tribe version. He knew what it meant when I looked at him and he followed me into the supermarket. He gave me a good view of himself and sat down on a bench I had to pass before leaving.

I considered sitting down to talk to him. But about what? It seemed so obvious. Yes or no? My place or your place? How much?

He waited for me outside, watching me and making eye contact, but I was held up waiting in line to pay for my biscuits. Suddenly he was gone. Maybe he had a bus to catch.

Second sighting

Outside the same supermarket was a boy in blue jeans and t-shirt.

He pulled up his t-shirt to cool himself, just like Thai boys do. I went over to him and leaned against a wall while drinking from my water bottle. Jeans boy put on a show. Stretch, strut, show off butt, turn around. For every move he used his side vision to check if I was watching him. And of course I was watching him.

I said hello to him when I left the area and my reward was a big bright smile.

Candiate #3

In the afternoon I hired a taxi for sightseeing. It was 25 ringit per hour. I brought my camera and the driver took me straight to the container port. This guy was good. How did he know that I had come 10 000 km from Farangland specifically to take photos of ship containers?

Mysteriously, the ship containers were the same colour and shape as the ship containers we have back home. I sensed a higher power behind this.

Speaking of higher powers. Later we went to some Buddhist temples in the hills. The driver was Chinese and pointedly ignored the mosques.

Then we went to a water vilage. It was a village built on the beach and out in shallow water, with houses on stilts. I could see in every window and some of the residents greeted me through their open doors.

A young man with the face of a pretty girl came walking towards me inside the water village. My gaydar rang like crazy. I said “Hi. Where are you going?”. He looked at me with surprise and didn’t respond.

But a couple of minutes later he came up from behind in the narrow paths between the houses. This time he said hello. He went past me and suddenly turned his head, giving me a friendly but knowing look. Then he was out of sight again.

I considered if I should wait for a chance to talk to him. But my taxi driver was waiting. Just as we were leaving the pretty boy popped up again. I don’t think he was going anywhere, he was just milling around out of curiosity to see how I would react.

Maybe I will see him again. Sandakan is a small place.