Gay Boy Thailand

I am writing this in a different internet cafe from the one I have used the last few months. I went to the usual place first, but the owner’s brother looked at me as if I was an unpleasant insect and the manager told me they were full.

I have been to this new place before. When I was here six months ago it was too hot inside and I didn’t return. But now they have proper air condition.

I ended up here when the two rough straight guys were yelling over my head last week. I fled across the soi to the competitor.

The competitor doesn’t have the atmosphere of conspiracy that the first Internet cafe has. There is no oddball brother here, no queeny owner and no handpicked pretty gay boy managers. The owners are a husband and wife team, plus their grown children. They run the place without hired help and they are nice people.

But what about the gay boys from the old place? All is not lost. There is some overlap in clientele between the Gay Conspiracy place and this new place. But while the Gay Conspiracy place mainly had customers from the slum this other place is one step higher on the social scale, with middle class customers from the concrete shop houses that line the soi. Some locals go to both places, some only go to one of them. Those who are in bed with the Chinese brothers go to them. Others feel free to go where they want to.

This new place has a ladyboy-in-training. He has light skin, blond stripes in his hair and wears an ear ring on the left side. He is a flirty young thing, chatty and funny. The ladyboy-in-training pretends not to notice that I stare at him but he is pleased when I do.

Also present is Slutty Junior, the younger brother of a girl I once named Miss Slutty. Unlike his sister Junior looks innocent. He is dark like a Malay boy and is possibly from the south of Thailand. If he would pull his pants down I could check if he is Muslim or Buddhist.

Lizard Boy is here too. It seems his father has told him to throw himself at me, the money-on-legs farang. But Lizard Boy has a rodent-like face. I think of him as Mr. Ratty. This is not nice of me to say. So instead I will say that he has a nice body, even if I haven’t seen it.

Lizard Boy has a Chinese sugardaddy in the soi. I saw them together. The sugardaddy is around 60. Lizard Boy claims to be homeless and extremely poor and worthy of my money. This doesn’t add up and there is nothing innocent about this guy. Something tells me Lizard Boy gets around.