Gay Boy Thailand

From my wife

The phone number a Thai boy gave me in the Internet cafe is real. I was able to test it when I saw the boy from a distance in the soi. I called the number and the boy picked up the phone and answered. But he kept walking and went out of sight while talking to me.

He sounded like a girl on the phone, very gay. He spoke fast Bangkok slang, which was hard to understand.

The boy said he was broke (sounds familiar?), so he had to go home from the Internet cafe. Would I help him with his problem?

Not so fast, I thought.

I had seen him in the Internet cafe earlier. Then he sat near me, but not next to me. He looked grumpy when we made eye contact. Was he unhappy I had not called him? Well, I had called him earlier but spoken to various relatives who swore they did not know his name.

I don’t know where this will end. But it was interesting to know the number was correct.

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Next was Construction Boy. He was buying something in the 7-Eleven at 2 am when I entered the shop. What a he-god he was. He was dressed for work in very tight jeans and a very tight t-shirt. It revealed his perfectly toned body. So gay, so handsome.

I realised I had seen him once before. Then he was shirtless, resting on the back of a truck outside of a construction site. I had stared at him, he had noticed, and some women nearby had giggled.

I had the good sense to say hello to him in the 7-Eleven. See? My boy flirting is making progress. Then I went to get some water and when I came back to the cashier the boy was gone.

I looked for him in the soi but he was not there. But when I walked towards The Mansion I saw a parked truck. A girl was talking to someone who was sitting inside. That was Construction Boy.

I stopped for a chat. Construction Boy grinned knowingly. He was the driver. A man sat next to him, possibly his father.

Construction Boy gave me his name and age and said he was working. He fiddled with the keys to the truck. The girl was in my way, wanting to speak to me too. A typical roadblock.

My plan was to invite Construction Boy for a model session. He was just the right material for it. But it was 2 am and he was working. Should I ask for his phone number?

I hesitated doing that due to Roadblock and the father being there. It somehow didn’t feel right. Or maybe I was too shy. Why must it be so hard to get a couple of minutes alone with these boys?

I hope I see him again. What a talent.

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Coming home today there was candy on my computer keyboard. A handwritten note from Chalerm  said:

To husband
I sleep
You can eat
By wife

I looked in the bedroom and there he was, sleeping.