Gay Boy Thailand

The first night after coming back to Bangkok I woke at 4.40 am when someone rang the doorbell. It rang once, and after twenty seconds it rang again. I tried fall asleep. I wasn’t expecting anyone at this hour.

I drifted back to sleepland, only to have the doorbell penetrate my snooze once more. And once more again. This person was not giving up.

Chalerm was sleeping. He doesn’t wake up easily. I poked him and asked if he was expecting anyone. He was not.

Chalerm went to the door and looked through the peep hole.
- You go back sleep, said Chalerm.
- I want to know who it is, I said.
- My friend, said Chalerm.

I opened the door. A Thai boy in his early 20s stood there. The Thai boy involuntarily took two steps back. I had never seen him before. He was surprised to see me. Obviously he had expected Chalerm to open the door.
- Yes? I said.
- Sorry, said the Thai boy.
The Thai boy began walking towards the lift. I heard the lift doors open and close.

Chalerm was watching the visitor through the split between the door and the wall. He had not let the friend see him.
- Is better if him go away, said Chalerm.
- Do they think this is a hotel? I asked.

It made me wonder what had been going on in The Mansion while I had been in Farangland. Had Chalerm ran a 24 hour guesthouse for gay boys?

I have a feeling Chalerm can find it hard to say no when friends or aquiantances ask him for favours like sleeping over, even if he doesn’t really like it. Hence he is relieved when I am there and can take the blame. The farang is back! No can stay!