Shamelessmack in Thailand and around

March and April 2009:

Some boys whom you off you know are gay. Either that is made known before you off them, or there’s something about their behaviour that gives them away.

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Tool from Cupidol, Pattaya, had a hint of gay mannerisms. In the room, not only was he hard from early on during the shower, he stayed hard nearly throughout. That in itself is not a definitive sign of a person’s sexual orientation. Young men – e.g. those 18 – 20 – have the privilege (if you wish to call it that) of being easily turned on. But Tool was 25.

He was also a moaner. At first, I thought he was only acting the part, perhaps in the belief that by simulating pleasure, he might give me aural stimulation, but at some point, I realised he was in a world of his own. The moaning was real. And loud. At two in the morning, I was concerned about waking up the neighbours.

He was so into his own pleasure, I had to shake him out of it, saying “Hey, you have to do me now.”

“Oh, Okay, ” whereupon he pushed my legs up and gave me the most dizzying perineal lick I’ve had in a long time.

And it was my turn to moan.

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“You not Thai, you cannot see,” Khaman from X-boys, Bangkok, said to me. “I Thai, I can see.”

It was in response to my question “How do you know?” after he had pointed out that of the five boys on stage, at Dream Boy, where we were having a drink before retiring to my hotel, they were “Gay, gay, straight, gay, gay.”

I still didn’t quite believe him.

I myself couldn’t tell, from appearances alone, whether Khaman was straight or gay, but in the bar he had been forward enough to say, “You can fuck me. I gay.” The fucking part wasn’t of much interest. What was, was that he used the word “gay” in the modern western sense, to refer to orientation, not to mean gender positioning that traditionally Thais do.

While there was nothing “gay” about him in mannerisms, gait or look, once in the room, it was plain to see. From his satchel bag, out come face wash, hair gel and some products I had never in my life contemplated using. He laid them out on the dresser like he was moving in.

Then he proved such a beauty in bed, I almost let him.

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Another one who had a “ready for any emergency” pouch was Woodt. Medium tall, gym-toned, swooningly beautiful Woodt.

I didn’t even realise that he had brought one, or that he had placed it on the bedside table. It was only until a good half hour into lovemaking, while we were  deep kissing sloppily and wrestling furiously amid crumpled bedsheets and flying pillows, that I noticed one arm of his reaching out to the side of the bed.

He deftly unzipped the pouch and pulled out a few sachets. In a matter of two seconds, with one hand and his teeth, he tore open a sachet of lube and applied it to himself. In a few more seconds, again using his teeth, he produced a condom.

Pulling me towards his mouth, he unrolled the rubber onto my cock with his lips. Although I had not intended to include anal sex in this session with him, it was obvious I was expected to.

Just because a working boy is so superbly skilled at opening lube and condom sachets is no indication that he is gay, but I think there is something at work when he is harder while being penetrated then when he is not. Then again,  as in the case of Nart  in Hetero bottom shoots to chin, it may not be so.

In fact, unlike Nart, who was in his early 20s, Woodt, 31, was not always hard prior to being penetrated. In Woodt’s case, it seemed to me that he needed to be fucked to enjoy himself – that’s why he was ready and why he dictated the progression of events even though I was the client.

Needless to say, I ended up having to oblige him.

But was Woodt gay? I asked him as we showered together afterwards.

“I don’t know,” he said.