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Paa lovestruck from Isaan

Isaan is an area in Thailand, to the North East of the country. It is very poor and mainly agricultural. Life there depends completely of the health of the family’s buffalo and the success of the rice crops. Children have a hard time, working from a very young age on the family farm, going to school when the crops permit, and the family finances allow. Many never get to school at all. When Paa was growing up, if you got seriously sick, more often than not, you would die. There were no convenient hospitals, and if you could get to one, your family couldn’t afford the treatment. There was no “National Health Service” in Isaan until very recently. Narongrit Boonfrveng was born into this environment. Like all Thai children, he was given a nickname or short name at birth. Narongrit would be known as Paa.

Paa was an adorable boy, devoted to his family and keen to do anything to support them; he worked hard on the farm. When he went to school (which was rare), he excelled. But because of the few lessons he took, he rapidly fell behind, and finally left for good, unable to read or write. He did have a very kind heart. Open minded and looking for love, he was devoted to his family which was quite small; he had only one brother and one sister, both older than him. By the time he was 22, he had been working full time on the farm for almost 10 years. He had never had a day off in his life and all he knew was work.  His brother and sister were 24 and 26 respectively. They had both left home and gone to Bangkok to find their fortune. He was never quite sure what they did there, but they were regularly sending home several thousand Baht a month to help the family stay alive.

Now at 22, it was time for the farm boy to make an all important decision. Did he stay on the farm or did he follow his siblings. One of his friends had just started working as a waiter in Pattaya, just South of Bangkok and said the bar was looking for help. If he came right away he was sure there was a job waiting for him. His friend had just sent 5,000 Baht home to his own family and there would be a great opportunity for him to do the same. He needed little extra incentive. If he could stay in a job and earn enough for him to be comfortable, and send money home, he would be able to look after his family – all he wanted out of life.

Paa got the cramped bus from Isaan and came to Pattaya. It’s a gruelling, hot journey; first from his village to Sisaket, then another bus to Bangkok, and finally a third to Pattaya. He arrived after almost 18 hours of travelling to be met at the bus station by his friend. Ton had been in Pattaya about a year. He was older than Paa (24) and knew the ropes. He told the new boy that the German bar owner had accepted him into the job (without even meeting him) and all they had to do was get through an interview with another Thai who managed the bar. The interview was simple. Not too much was said about the job. Boys earned 2,000 Baht a month (about £40 as this is written) and have to pay fees from that. He would have to pay 500 Baht a month rent for his room, and 300 Baht for uniform allowance. But he would get a share of the tips the boys in the bar got. And he would also get 5 Baht extra money every time a farang (a Westerner) bought him a drink and 50 Baht when he was “offed”. The lad had no idea what this meant, but it seemed OK. His maths was so poor that he didn’t realise how little he would get left with every month.

He had to work from 4 pm through until 2 am the following day. Every day. 7 days a week, with 2 days a month off only. Now if you do the sums, after deductions, he’s working for 1,200 Baht a month – 28, 10 hour days in an average month. He would get about 8 pence an hour. This is the standard wage in Thailand for bar boys and he thought it was good.

The job as a waiter in this bar was normal for Pattaya; you can see literally hundreds of them as you walk around the town. It was however, totally unlike anything Paa had ever done before. Sure he was a waiter, serving drinks in a bar, but this was a gay, boy bar, in a sleazier district of Pattaya. These places use their boys as “bait” to get sex starved gay farang in through their doors who “off” or hire the boys. If a tourist wants sex with a boy, all he has to do is pay the bar fine (around 300 Baht, of which boys get 50 Baht) and the two of them would go away. The boy gets taken to a room and be used and abused by the farang. For this the men would pay anywhere between 500 and 1,000 Baht direct to the boy. This is how the boys made their money – as cheap prostitutes for rich men. And Paa, unknowingly and unwittingly had just joined their ranks.

He was shown to his room. 5 boys on one floor above the bar. They shared 2 beds, 3 boys in one double and 2 boys in a single bed. On the next floor up, 4 other boys shared one double bed. It was to be a cosy sleeping arrangement. He was told that most nights, several of the boys would be out with men, and so there would be more room than there appeared. They had one shower between all of them and ceiling fans to help with the oppressive heat. Finally he was told there was one key to the rooms. If he went out, he had to take another boy downstairs with him to lock the shutter after he left. If he came back in when the bar was closed, he had to call one of the boys upstairs and they would throw the key down from the balcony.

He started work that very day. He was given a tee shirt with the bar’s logo on it and a pair of quite baggy shorts. He had smaller than average legs and the shorts didn’t fit at all and were very loose on him. But Ton said that would be an advantage. His long hair was washed clean and he noticed the rest of the boys in the bar spent a long time on their own hair, giving themselves elaborate hairstyles, spiked and peaked, meant to enhance their looks. All they did though in his eyes was to make them look ridiculous. He always kept his hair long, straight and perfectly brushed.

The first night was a disaster to say the least. The customers were almost all German. Now Thai boys frequently can speak a little English. They learn it as part of their trade. The Germans however try to speak poor English and expect the Thai boys to understand, barking out their orders and complaining bitterly if a boy couldn’t understand or worse still got an order wrong. Paa had no idea what the customers were saying as he had never learned a word of English and he made a complete hash of this first night. Making wild guesses as to the drinks, he completely got several orders mixed up, put the wrong bills in the wrong customers’ pots, and worst of all, tripped over while carrying a tray with four glasses on it. He was told he would have his wages cut by the cost of this round, plus the cost of the glasses, a total of almost 400 Baht. He did make his share of tips that night – around 50 Baht, but he was still almost 300 baht down on his first day. A whole evening’s work and only a debt to show for it.

To make matters worse, the whole evening he had to put up with different farang touching him up. They would pat him on his arse, touch his genitals as he walked past and when he sat down next to them, they would try to kiss him. Sex with men wasn’t something our homeboy had come across before. Although he had plenty of experience with girls in his village, he had only messed around with some of the boys in the fields, never having anything like full sex with them. The whole idea of gay sex, and gay sex for money was completely strange to him. He even had one farang sit next to him for about an hour. During this hour, the man spent most of the time with his hand inside the boy’s underwear. At one point the hand movements of the man got quicker and quicker, until Paa couldn’t hold back any longer. The inevitable happened and he had to go to the toilet to clean himself up. The man tried to come in with him. Paa, not knowing what was going on, refused the advances and closed the door firmly with the customer on the other side. At least he gave him 100 Baht when he left, which went towards his debt at the bar and food for the following day. He knew he could get a good meal of pork or chicken fried rice for 20 Baht and a bottle of water for 6 Baht, so there would be plenty left to start the next day. But it also left him feeling very dirty and unloved. A very disillusioned boy, far from home crawled wearily up to bed and quietly cried himself to sleep.

Surbiton is a small suburb, South of London in England. It’s very affluent and the residents boast a nice private golf course and drive expensive cars. Many of the people there are retired, but the ones who do work have jobs such as stockbrokers, or they own their own businesses. Their children all go to fee paying Public Schools; most people have private health insurance to make sure they get the best possible medical care available. Whichever way you look at it, they are among the richest people in England.

Chris lived in Surbiton. Aged 53, he had just retired from work. The recession in England had meant his company had laid him off, and despite providing a generous golden handshake, he knew he had to live frugally if he was to eke out the money. He was overweight, balding and a loner. The one thing he loved in life was his annual three week holiday to Pattaya. The warm climate, golden beaches, easy lifestyle, and above all cheap gay sex, meant it was a haven for him. Now at 53, he decided if he was to have any chance of making it until his pension came through, he would move to Pattaya. He visited the Thai embassy in London and got himself a one year visa to stay in the country. He knew in that time he would decide if he was making the right decision, or if he would have to look elsewhere for a different retirement plan.

His chauffeur driven car took him to Heathrow. Then he flew Evergreen class on Eva Air to Bangkok, and loved the extra leg room and upgraded service this premium class bought him. He landed at Bangkok airport and travelled in his air conditioned taxi to Pattaya. He already had his apartment booked, as he knew the area well and the 12,000 Baht a month was cheap for him. He would have two rooms, a lounge and a large bedroom. The security guard on the front door of the block ensured that you were safe, but also that you didn’t bring any under age boys back. This is a real problem in Pattaya, but he was never tempted by young boys, and so he didn’t mind the security.

He had been many times before and knew the ropes. Go to a bar, see a cute lad you like, get chatting to him and buy him a drink. If the two of you clicked, you would pay the bar fine, a mere £6 for an affluent Englishman and take the boy off. Then for anywhere between £10 and £20, you could spend from an hour to all night with the boy, and use him any way you wanted. Chris didn’t like full sex, preferring heavy foreplay and mutual masturbation. This is what floated his boat. He also liked the sleazier side of sex. A quick play on the bar’s sofa with a lad, maybe sex in the toilets, even masturbation in an alley. If it was sleazy, risky, dirty, public, then he liked it.

The one thing he shied away from was a steady boyfriend. He had seen too many Westerners have their hearts ripped out before. They would take a boy off, the boy would profess undying love and the two would settle down. Every time the visitor would announce that “his boy was different”, that this was “the real thing”, “there had never been another Thai boy like this one.” After a while, the boy would either start to see other men behind their back, or worse still start to steal from the “boyfriend”. Disillusionment would set in, the relationship would go from bad to worse, money would become the driving force and eventually another Westerner would have their heart broken. Chris had seen them all. He wouldn’t make the same mistake. His own heart was made of granite and couldn’t be swayed. The philosophy of “love is as deep as your wallet” was well known in the insular ex-pat gay community in Pattaya and many people shared it. However each year another sucker would fall prey to the charms of the Thai boys, only to recoil after their wallet had been emptied and their advances rejected.

On his first night in Pattaya he went to a bar he didn’t used to frequent often. Being a German bar, it wasn’t on his usual circuit. However he had been told there were some new boys there and they were fresh from Isaan. He looked around and one boy in particular caught his eye. He did look new and did look different. Unlike the others, he had a “normal” hair style rather than it being primped and prodded. He sat down with the boy, and, in as frequently happens, the lad didn’t resist when he put his hand inside his very baggy shorts. He marvelled that the shorts appeared to have been made for the boy, with just enough room extra to get his hand inside .After what felt like a very small time playing inside, he thought he could get the lad to a climax and started working harder and faster. The boy didn’t try to stop him, in contrast to most of the bar boys, and eventually messed himself. “He must have been new,” mused Chris. “They don’t normally do that at all, let alone so quickly. “

When the boy went to the toilet to clean up, Chris followed, in the hope of giving himself some relief, but the boy shut the door in his face and the disappointed customer had to go back to his seat, unfulfilled. Even though the boy didn’t speak any English, they had managed to communicate, using the very pitiful Thai that he spoke and a lot of gestures. The boy had told him his name, but Chris had seen so many in his life, and the name just didn’t stick. He did have a nice time though and gave the boy a brand new 100 Baht note for the trouble. He had many of these in his wallet and £2 for an evening’s groping was really small change for him. He paid the bar bill – 80 baht for his drink, 180 for the food, 100 Baht for a beer for the boy and 40 Baht tip for the bar, not forgetting the 100 Baht to the lad. His evening out so far had cost less than £10 and although he hadn’t managed a climax, he had had a good evening. He left the bar and went to one of the naughtier nightclubs he knew. Upstairs, he fulfilled his ambition at the cost of around £20 and went to bed that night, in his new home, smiling and happy.

The next day Paa woke late. He knew he had to get a grip on things and he sat down for a long time with Ton. His friend explained what was required and how to maximise the money. Work the farang; get round as many as you could in an evening. Make them buy drinks for you and then accept the tips they gave you afterwards. If they wanted to take you off, go with them, and within very large limits, do whatever they wanted. Ton started to teach him rudimentary English, beginning with the drinks most likely to be ordered. Learning English wasn’t easy for the Thai boy as the languages are so very different. Even the alphabet was wrong and he had to repeat the names of things. When you take into account he couldn’t even read or write in Thai, let alone a foreign script, it was an uphill job. However he was bright, and by repeating the names while looking at the bottles on the shelves he finally got the hang of it.

His friend took him to Wat Chai, the local street market. There they got the meal of “Kow Pat Moo”, pork fried rice, and a bottle of water. The 26 Baht was cheap even for them and they also got a fillet of roasted chicken on a skewer each for 5 Baht. He had to watch every Satang as he only had about 50 Baht for the day. He had put the other 50 to his fine. All too soon it was time to start work and Paa had formed a plan. At the very back of his mind he hoped he could get a farang who would love him. He knew it would take time, but if he could find someone to share his heart, help him look after his family and provide a few Baht for his own living expenses, that would be all he needed. He had never been on the receiving end of gay sex and the thought of this terrified him, but Ton had said it would be OK, just lie back and relax and he would cope.

The early trade at the bar was slow and although Paa served a few drinks, he only sat with one customer and made a 20 Baht tip. Being a bit more aware, he was quick to offer himself when the customers sat down. Around 8 o’clock, he saw the farang from the night before and he became a little worried what might happen. The man beckoned him over and the two sat together. This time though he didn’t try to get his hand inside his underwear. In very basic Thai, which was so heavily accented and mispronounced he indicated there was a party on the 15th which was the following day. Paa knew this. Loi Krathong is a big festival in the Thai calendar. He invited the boy to this. He said he would like to go to a party (the word is well known to Thai boys, but you have to say parteeeee with a big stress on the last syllable.) The farang must have said this word about a dozen times, as if showing off his prowess with the language. He said a lot of other things which Paa didn’t understand and by the end he was completely confused. He had no idea where they were going, what time or what they would be doing, except they would be going to a party. He paid his bill and left, giving him 20 Baht for the short chat, but he did pay the 300 Baht to make sure he got him for the next day. The rest of the night was uneventful, and our lad made a much better job of getting drinks out. He was learning. The total in shared tips and bonuses he got was 180 Baht. Paa put some to his fine and made sure he had 80 Baht for food and drink the next day. He had 4 drinks bought for him, and after 4 beers, he was a little light headed, so sleep was easier.

Chris got up late and went into the market. He didn’t understand the Thai food and mistrusted the hygiene of the street sellers. He went to a local Western restaurant and for 145 Baht (a shade under 3 pounds) had a full English breakfast. He then went to the beach, and lazed the day away. Surrounded by doughnut sellers, ice cream boys, tropical fruit sellers, massage boys who would spend as much time with their hands inside your shorts as actually massaging your legs and general touts, he wasn’t bored. He bought a couple of copy pornographic DVDs and thought he must get his laptop connected to the Internet. He had to check his emails somewhere. He knew that in this environment it would be easy to fulfil his dreams and have as many boys as he could, in many different ways. He was in paradise.

In the evening, he had a nice dinner at a cheap Western style café. The pork cordon bleu was especially tasty, and well worth the 195 Baht he paid for it. A glass of house red at 80 Baht washed it down well. He couldn’t help thinking just how cheap food was over in Thailand and just how far his money would go.

As the evening wore on, he went to one of his favourite bars. There weren’t any boys he particularly fancied, but he saw some other British people he knew from before. Being very much the loner, he preferred to drink alone, or with just a Thai boy for company, and so he quickly left the place. During the afternoon he had received an invitation to a beach party, the following day in honour of some Thai festival or another. He didn’t know or really care what, but it sounded like he should go. However he didn’t relish the thought of going alone, as he wouldn’t know what to do, and he didn’t have any real English friends he could go with. Then he remembered the new boy he had seen the night before. Maybe he would like to go with him? He hurried to the German bar, and was relieved to see the boy still there. Too often he had decided he wanted a particular boy, only to find when he got to the venue, the boy had been taken by another European.

He had been practicing his Thai and thought he could do quite well. He asked the boy if he wanted to come along, explained just what he wanted and expected from the boy, about the sex they would have after and organised the payment. He then gave the boy 20 Baht for his time and told him he would pick him up at 10 pm the following evening. He stressed they were going to a party and the boy should wear something suitable. He himself had a new shirt for the event – he was very proud of it. Very pleased with himself for organising everything, he went to another of the naughty bars. This time he achieved relief in the toilet with a really sexy waiter. He had a thing for waiters. Even though the dancers dance around only wearing underwear, there was something even more exciting and enticing about a waiter. Fully clothed, with just the hint of things to come, the sex was somehow dirtier. As if you had just seduced a boy who you shouldn’t have. Of course he knew the waiters were just as available as the dancers, but it all added to his fantasy and his sexual excitement. Another good night he pondered as he poured a large brandy from the bottle he bought and went to sleep in his apartment feeling a little light headed.  

When Paa awoke it was well into the morning and the sun had risen in a clear blue sky. It was hot and not too humid. Just nice. Loi Krathong is on the day of the full moon in November and approximates to the Thai equivalent of Harvest festival. The boys from the bar all set about making Krathong; intricate woven creations of leaves and flowers, which people float out to sea with a coin on them to bind partnerships, create good luck and give praise to the Gods of the Sea. They also have Korm Fai, hot air balloons traditionally made of rice paper, but nowadays more than often plastic bags. These had a candle suspended inside them which heats up the air inside and these Korm Fai float skywards. If a couple send one to the heavens it binds there relationship together. The bar owner had paid for the leaves, flowers and floats for the Krathong, and the boys could keep any profit they made from selling them. Paa made several, wondering if the farang would come back. He had invested an enormous sum in the boy; 300 Baht was a lot of money and he wanted to make him proud of this investment. He made a special Krathong and put some extra work into the weaving, even adding an extra layer to impress the man. He wondered if he might JUST make a good friend of this customer. Maybe they would spend a lot more time together and maybe … Paa’s mind raced and he put these thoughts to one side as fanciful.

All too soon it was time to go back to the market, get another meal and get ready for the party. The bar was to close at 11 and all the boys were going off to the beach together. It would be a nice evening as long as the customer appreciated the work Paa had done. He dressed up in his best clothes and got ready to meet the man, not sure when he would be there. However by 6 he was downstairs and waiting on other customers. Ton had told him that even though he was “off”, and didn’t have to work, it would be a good idea if he did and the German boss would notice and think better of him.

While waiting for the farang, he did have a small problem. Another customer started talking to him. He indicated he would take him to the party himself and offered him 1000 Baht to sleep with him after. 1000 Baht was a huge amount of money. Two week’s pay from the bar. Unsure what to do, he wavered, first accepting, then saying he couldn’t and then accepting again. What if his man didn’t turn up? What if he tried to put his hand in his underwear again at the beach? What if? Paa got so worried he made himself physically sick, rushing to the toilet upstairs. Now with vomit down his shirt and sick-smelling bad breath, he came back to the bar. The new customer took one look at him and withdrew his offer. He was on his own again.

Chris had a quiet day. He woke up late thinking it was a beautiful day. Shame it was a bit too hot and he must remember to wear sunscreen to avoid getting burned. He walked around the street markets noticing everyone was making flowery floats. He didn’t understand what they were for and wasn’t too worried. He had got his boy for the evening and would take him back to his hotel room. He had high hopes and nice plans for some sleazy action and thought he could have a fun evening with the boy. After this he would say goodbye and find a new lad to have fun with.

He went to the beach and noticed the preparations for the night. Everyone seemed to be putting a lot of work into it. He changed into his new party shirt. It was bright blue, with flowers and large printed shapes on it. If anything screamed “tourist” this shirt did, but he thought it was perfect. Then he went and had an early meal at a cheap café and settled down for a couple of drinks at a bar. The meal was terrible and he didn’t enjoy it. Priced at 250 Baht for a set four course meal it was expensive by Thai standards and a very 2nd rate meal. What’s more, the Hungarian Goulash tasted weird. He was sure it was off, but he was hungry and didn’t want to waste his money.

He didn’t want to get to the German bar too early. Just before 10, he thought would be fine. One drink there and off to the beach. Small stomach cramps started to come over him, followed by waves of nausea. With regret and fear he reckoned something in the Goulash had poisoned him. Rushing to the toilet, he was violently sick and just managed to avoid his shirt. He decided to go back to his apartment and clean his teeth. However once there, he was struck by a violent and terrible case of diarrhoea. He cleaned himself up and decided he could risk it. After all there couldn’t be much left in his system after that two ended explosion and there were toilets on the beach if he needed them. He set off for the bar.

Paa saw the farang coming and smiled. He was glad he hadn’t gone with the new customer and had waited for his special one. He showed him the Krathong he had made and the man bought it for 100 Baht. Then the man said something about the boy’s vomit stained shirt, and in shame, he rushed upstairs to change. When he came down, it was time to go. The beach party was fun. Everyone let their Krathong out to sea, and the man put 10 Baht on theirs and Paa pushed it out. It was immediately attacked by a couple of small boys who tore it apart to get the coins.  They did this to all the Krathong and the lad wasn’t happy. They lit a Korm Fai together and set it off heavenwards. But they must have let go before the balloon had fully heated up, as it went about 5 yards out on the breeze and then sunk into the sea. Maybe not the best omen. The man seemed happy, and Paa was having a great time. All too soon it was indicated they should go. They got on a motorbike taxi, not easy 3-up, with a large, overweight farang and a Thai boy as well as the driver, and went back to the apartment. The farang said something Paa didn’t understand and after spending some time in the toilet, they settled down to sleep. He was really surprised that the farang hadn’t repeated his games with his hands in the boy’s underwear, but he obeyed the man’s instruction and turned over, nestling himself against the man’s back, which had been turned towards him.

Chris saw the boy when he got to the bar. He looked great, and had obviously put some effort into dressing up. It was a shame that he didn’t feel well. The food poisoning was taking its toll. He tried to tell the boy about his being sick, and how he had narrowly missed his new party shirt, when the boy darted off and ran upstairs. When he came down he had changed and the party-ready man wasn’t too happy with the new shirt. He decided it was up to the boy, and off they went to the beach.

The party wasn’t what he had hoped. The flower thing that he had paid £2 for got attached by small boys and sabotaged. The hot air balloon they set off sank and then to cap it all on the ride back, with his bowels screaming, he was squashed by the boy on a bike. When he got home he felt wretched and after another agonising trip to the toilet, he settled down to sleep. He turned his back on the boy to indicate he should leave him alone and dozed off.

When Paa awoke, he had wet legs. He had no idea why or what had happened. The farang jumped up and dashed to the toilet. Then he realised that his legs had been bathed in faeces and the man had had a major accident. Filled with sorrow and pity for him, he followed him into the shower, helped him clean himself and then strip the bed. The man appeared really upset and gave him 2000 Baht for the problem he had had. Then he took him to the Baht bus and waved him goodbye. He knew in his heart this man needed looking after and he was just the person to do it. Maybe he had found his champion, one who would help out his family and look after the boy. Maybe in return he could look after the farang and make sure he wasn’t sick again. Maybe …

Chris awoke with a start. In his sleep he had passed wind and followed through. What an embarrassment. Full of shame he went to the shower and wasn’t surprised when the boy joined him. After all they both needed to clean up. The boy helped him strip the bed. He knew he had to get rid of the boy. Pay him off and move on to the next lad. He thought 2000 Baht should do it. After all £40 was a small price to pay to bury his secret. He took him to the bus and waved the boy goodbye. That was to be the end of this story. Maybe …

Paa spent a miserable three days after that. He had hoped the farang would come back and take him off again. He had hoped he could start to look after the man. After all he was obviously ill and Paa wondered if he was bed ridden and needed his help. There had been no sign of him. The man had been kind to him, invested a large amount of money in him and obviously needed a local friend. He spent his days learning English and eating in Wat Chai, and his nights working in the bar. He was getting known by some other customers, but he missed his special one. No one else had tried so hard to play with him, or had taken him off, but a few had bought him drinks. He was starting to make a name for himself as a boy with a big heart, as he would really try to take care of men in the bar. He could often be seen, curling up, with his head on their shoulders and trying to make them love him. No one had returned the gesture, except his special man. Then, three nights later the man came back. Paa was delighted and rushed over to see him. He threw his arms around his neck and greeted him with a long kiss. The man had another Thai boy with him, and in perfect English, our lad said “I will take care of you”. The man said something in return, which sounded to him like he would come back and take him off. He didn’t understand fully though. Then the farang went off with the other boy. The boy now formulated a plan. He went and saw the mamasan (the Thai manager who looks after the working boys) and asked if he could have one of his holiday days. He knew he had to be ready when his needy man came back and, as he had so much invested in him already, he couldn’t expect him to spend any more.

After about 30 minutes the farang came back. This time he didn’t have the other boy with him. He knew he had come back just for him. Already changed and in street clothes, rather than his working uniform, he met the man. The man said something he again didn’t understand and went to walk off. Paa, in the most respectful gesture he could, followed two paces behind the man. This showed the man the respect and the reverence he had for him. When they got to the man’s apartment, he went in. The man was obviously confused, as he went to shut the door on Paa and stop him coming in, but he was quick and entered before the man could close him out. The man shouted at him and he was afraid, maybe he was still sick, and a little delirious, but our lad linked his arms around the man’s neck and kissed him. The man seemed to melt in his arms and kissed him back. After that they spent the night together. The man felt the boy everywhere including spending a long time working on his arse. He loved the attention. Finally after some heavy playing, they both ejaculated. They both went to shower and then to bed. Content, Paa fell asleep holding his hero. Everything would be alright. He had fallen in love. In the morning, he got up and left the apartment. He didn’t want anything from the man and certainly didn’t want money. He was relieved when the man never offered him any. After all you don’t take money from your lover do you? He set out to meet up with Ton and tell him about the day. It would be a long time until the evening when he could meet his champion again.

Chris had a good three days after that. His stomach problem cured itself and after the problem with the boy, returned to normal. He went to the beach every day and had sex in a short time room, rented by the hour, with one of the beach masseurs. He also went round the nightclubs, feeling up boys and generally having his way whenever and wherever his wallet would allow. Then on the third night he found a particularly horny lad who said they could have sex in a nearby toilet, just down an alley. This was an offer he couldn’t refuse. On the way to the alley they walked past the German bar. He had already forgotten about the boy with whom he had had the problem, and was surprised when he rushed out to see him. The boy uttered in terrible English “I take care you” and kissed him full on the lips. The Englishman thought that he had got rid of the boy and was annoyed he had made advances. Let alone when he had another boy in tow. Hadn’t he paid him enough to say goodbye? He went down the alley and had the sex he had hoped for. It was dirty and smelly in the toilet and the boy had performed just as he had hoped. 500 Baht for his trouble and the boy left the alley and never looked back. “Great,” he thought. This is how it should be.

However he had to return past the German bar and he wasn’t looking forward to this. When he got back, the boy was still there. He had changed out of his prostitute’s uniform and into street clothes. Chris asked him what he thought he was doing and the boy didn’t reply. Instead he stalked him back to the apartment. When they got there, he went in and tried to shut the boy out. However he was quick and wiry and slipped past his arms. He was just about to call security and get the boy evicted when the boy reached up and kissed him full on the lips. “Maybe I can have some fun here after all” he thought as he returned the kiss. He reckoned as the boy had approached him, he would only give him a very few Baht, or maybe nothing. They had reasonable sex. The boy didn’t want him to have full sex with him and was happy letting him play around with his holes. He had particular fun fingering his arse, just to get even for the last time they were together. Then he started working on his penis and eventually, after the boy finally got the idea and started playing with him back, they both ejaculated. They settled down for the night. In the morning, he had already decided to see if he could tell the boy he had seduced him and the money he had given him before (2000 Baht) had to make do. The boy didn’t object and so Chris reckoned he had done alright. Plus, by not paying him, he wouldn’t be keen to come back again. Would he?

Paa had fallen head-over heels in love with his farang and nothing could change that. The night after the good sex, the man came past again and sat down with the boy for a drink. He kept saying things that baffled the Thai boy, who just wanted to kiss his hero. They locked lips and spent a long time together. When the man left, after buying them both drinks, he gave him 20 Baht. This annoyed him, as he really thought love should have no price tag. He determined next day to say something about this. Later though, that same night, another German customer came in the bar. He wanted to take Paa to keep him company for four days. The new man paid the bar fine and took the boy off. While they were away, they went sightseeing and had a good time, but this man wasn’t gentle like his special friend and tried very hard to have full sex with the boy. He resisted as he was a virgin and had already decided to stay that way until his special man wanted him. After two days, the German took him back to the bar and asked for his fine back, complaining about the lack of performance of the boy. The bar owner wasn’t happy and told Paa in slow English and some Thai, that if a farang took him off, he would have to do more or less whatever the man wanted. He didn’t like this and determined that he would only go with his hero, who would never ask him too much, and that would be OK. He met his hero later that day, who obviously had missed him. He took the boy off and took him back to his apartment. He got him to do some housework, and, as the apartment was very hot, hadn’t minded when he took off his shirt. In fact though hand gestures, he indicated he should take off his jeans. Paa was very embarrassed as he wasn’t wearing underwear, but the man didn’t seem to mind. The man was just too considerate. Imagine a man as old as the farang and he couldn’t even manage his own ironing. The man must have been very lonely as he played with himself while Paa did the work and didn’t seem to appreciate that he would have loved to help him.

After that they went to bed. Paa had already determined this was going to be the night he lost his virginity. He had talked to Ton and learned what to do. However the man didn’t want to take the very special love prize that was on offer to him and he didn’t know why. He did make one attempt, but he couldn’t get hard enough and using a condom made matters worse. He told the man to take the condom off, but the man just settled back to masturbation and the night tailed off with the boy’s virginity still intact.

Over the next three months, Paa would spend a lot of time with the man; working in his apartment, helping him with the housework, and keeping him company at night. The man was obviously poor, as he couldn’t afford to keep his air conditioning on and so he would usually take his shirt off to stay cool, and the man didn’t mind if he took off his shorts too. He never asked him for a single Satang, and the man didn’t offer. Obviously the love was working between them. He had found his champion alright.

Chris had enjoyed his night with the boy, but there were some kinks and things he hadn’t tried. He knew the lad was willing and seemed to be up for anything. He made a mental note to try them and thought the boy might be worth a return visit. If he was lucky, he could convince the boy to do it for a very small fee. After all, money was tight for him. He only had £50,000 to last him the 18 months until his pension kicked in at 55. He went back to the bar and had a long chat with the boy. He offered him a chance to take part in some kinky sex and said he would pay him 500 Baht for it. The boy didn’t seem to understand and he thought he might after all get the trick for nothing. Heartened, he left and determined to come back the next day for his prize. Imagine his surprise when he went back and found the boy had been offed. He knew he had waited too long and would now have to wait until the boy was returned to the bar.

After two days the boy was back. Chris had always fancied masturbating, watching a boy while he was naked doing his ironing. So when the two of them got back, he deliberately didn’t put on the air conditioning. He watched as his new worker sweated and suggested he took off his shirt. Then the boy was still obviously hot and the jeans came off. The lad must have caught on to the game as he must have previously taken off his underwear and he stood there naked doing the housework. Chris enjoyed this to the full and went to the toilet to clean up quite quickly.

After that they went to bed. The boy seemed determined Chris would penetrate him. However, having already masturbated, he was empty. He did try once, but the pressure of another attempt at sex so soon after and the condom he wanted to wear, stopped him getting hard. The boy ripped off the condom and wanted him to have sex without one, but the man wasn’t stupid and wouldn’t even consider this. Imagine the cheek of a disease ridden bar boy wanting him to have unprotected sex?

Over the next three months the boy spent a lot of time at the apartment. He would cook naked, clean naked, iron naked and do anything Chris wanted. He didn’t mind keeping him happy at night and all he had to pay was the occasional bar fine. After all, a £50,000 nest egg doesn’t go far, even in Thailand. The boy never asked for a penny. He knew he was being softened up and that a demand would come soon. The normal excuse was a close relative to die (it was amazing how many grandparents these Thai boys had), or for a disaster to happen at the farm and the boy would need money for the family to sort it out. But he had a hard heart and was ready for the tricks the boy would pull.

All this while Paa never had another farang. He was aware that the bar owner was watching for him. He never sat with another farang, never went off with another farang and really looked forward every day to 6 o’clock when his special man would come in the bar. They sat for an hour and chatted and drank together. He made a few Baht from the drinks the man bought him, but unlike his colleagues, who were working the Germans as hard as they could, Paa was remaining faithful. The bar wages were pitiful, but by being very careful and maximising the shared tips the boys had, he scraped by. He was worried that he wasn’t sending money home to the family, and didn’t like this. But as soon as his man realised it, he would start to help him. He just knew he would.

All this while Chris had plenty of other sex. He was making the most of his money and keeping costs to a minimum, yet he was enjoying the bars. Every opportunity he could he found a new and sleazier way to do it. He even had sex with one lad in an Internet café while they were looking at porn. They both had their penises out and when they noticed each other, they moved to computers next to each other at the back of the shop. Soon they were playing hard and he achieved his climax in the most public of places yet. His money was going well and weirdly the demand from the houseboy hadn’t come. He was ready for it and had his answers rehearsed when the request came. He just knew it would.

In early February the worst happened. His family’s buffalo died and the family desperately needed money to buy a new animal. His father telephoned Paa and put the problem to him. He told him that he had to speak to his farang and if he understood he would help the family. The boy promised to do just this. They didn’t need much. There were a few savings at the farm, and his brother and sister had contributed already. If Paa could send just 3000 Baht this should do the trick. When he told the man, he seemed happy to help the family out. He gave him the money he wanted immediately and said he had been expecting him to ask. After that, he would get regular presents from him. The man had come to his rescue at last and now he was helping out the family. Paa still scraped by on his bar wages and sent every Satang the man gave him home to the family. It would all be alright.

The demand came at last. Chris had been waiting for it. It was a normal request – the family buffalo had died. “How stupid does the boy think I am,” he wondered? He paid the 3000 Baht asked. So cheap, A houseboy for 3 months for around £20 a month, and free sex too. Thailand is a great place to live. After that he made sure the boy got some regular wages from him. If he then asked for more money, he knew he could refuse. He would give the boy £10 worth every couple of weeks. For a boy to clean house, do the washing and ironing and have sex – a bargain. He knew it would be alright.

Valentine’s night came along. Paa knew this was a special day in the farang calendar. He had already been taken off by his hero, and they were going to a street party up the Soi. The only problem was that Paa was sick. A bout of bronchitis had swept through the bar, from the German owner, through all the Thai boys and now it was his turn. Why oh why did it have to come this night of all nights. As he had already been taken off he didn’t have to start work early and slept to get his strength up. He had been out the day before and by eating very frugally for a whole week, he had scraped together 200 Baht to buy a special present for his farang; two small teddy bears in a glass case surrounded by plastic roses. His man couldn’t miss the significance of this gift and the boy was extremely proud of it. He was fast asleep in his bed, when Ton called upstairs. His man had arrived to take him to the party. Still feeling weak and sick, he dressed as quickly as he could and went downstairs. The man looked concerned. He said he could go back to bed. He was obviously ill. The man did seem upset, but he said he understood. He said there would be another time. Paa then went back to bed for the evening.

Valentine’s night came along. Chris hated the event, but at least this time there was his houseboy. He had bought a new set of handcuffs and had determined to have his way with the boy. He had finally decided to try full penetrative sex and tonight was to be the night. In his normal way he had taken the boy off the night before and had determined to get the most out of his £6 investment in the evening. When he got to the bar, the boy wasn’t there. He got another boy to get his house-lad and sat down to wait for him. When the boy came down he looked dreadful. Unwashed and unkempt, he wasn’t the usual immaculate lad with well brushed hair he was used to. What a let down this was for him. He told the boy he had changed his mind and went to leave; saying that if he wasn’t careful there wouldn’t be another time. The boy went off upstairs again, much to his relief.

Determined to make the most of his plans and not waste the investment in the handcuffs, he asked the bar owner, who he had come to know quite well, if he would transfer his “off” to Ton. Here was a lad he had always admired, but hadn’t had a chance to take him before. The boy had always said the houseboy was his lover and it wouldn’t be right. What a ridiculous concept. A Thai lover for Chris. However this night Ton, seeing the man’s disappointment, agreed and the two went to the party. It was really boring, so he suggested to Ton they went back to his apartment. Taking him inside, he produced the handcuffs. Ton had heard so much about his friend’s Englishman he wasn’t scared. Even when he handcuffed him naked, face down to a bedpost, he wasn’t scared. Even when he started having full, penetrative sex with him, he wasn’t scared. For a working bar boy this was not unusual.

Chris thought he heard a noise, and looked round. Seeing nothing he brought himself to a climax, penetrating a boy for the first time since he arrived in Pattaya, 3 months before. Then he lay there and considered the future. He had to get rid of the houseboy. He would get the key back in the morning off him. If Ton would take on the role, they could have so much more fun.

In the morning, there was a piece of paper under the door, but Chris couldn’t read the shaky scrawl on it, so he threw it away. “Illiterate Thai boys,” He thought. When he went out of the apartment he noticed some broken glass and some cheap plastic flowers lying on the ground outside the building. “What tacky things the Thai’s give each other,” he pondered as he stepped over it. Then he went off for another day on the beach.

Paa later felt a little better. He decided he had to make up the disappointment his lover must be feeling and go and see him. He gathered up the present he had bought him. He would soon get to be in bed with his lover. And tonight of all nights he would lose his virginity. He had a key to the apartment. He walked over feeling more and more confident. Tonight was the big one. Silently, so as to surprise his true and faithful love, he opened the door. What he saw ripped out his heart in a single instant like a slash from the sharpest of knives. There was his lover and his best friend doing the one act Paa had so waited for. His soul died there and then and the boy knew everything was over. Silently he closed the door. Finding a small piece of paper in his pocket, he prepared to post it under the door. Using all the skill he had learned, in his shaky hand, simply wrote on it; “I love you.”

Outside the apartment he threw the precious gift, which had cost so much in tips and missed meals onto the ground, breaking it into a million pieces; one for each shard of his heart. His eyes were streaming with tears as he walked, broken and despondent, up the road towards the bus station and the way home. If he hurried he could just catch the midnight bus. It was a long journey back to Isaan.

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Working boys in Pattaya – the tale of sin city

Author’s note: I’ve spent some time looking at working boys from round the world. I’ve offered some accounts of what the boys do, to earn their money. As I said in the foreword, I’ll leave it to you to decide if the accounts are complete fiction, or true stories or maybe a mixture of the two. I would hate to spoil any preconceptions you might have gained while reading this book. The one town I have only briefly covered, and from one angle only is Pattaya. This has to be the “sin city” of the world, and is worth a second story of its own. In this composite picture which is the tale of a city, rather than that of a particular boy, I want to assure you every word is true. Yes, the names have been omitted and a few minor details have been changed, but if you think this is fantastical, let me assure you it is not. Everything, absolutely everything described in this final chapter has happened. If you are considering jumping on a plane and coming out here to try for yourself, please do. The boys will welcome you as they do me.

“Come inside sir new boy sexy boy big cock.”

As you walk round the streets of Boyztown or Sunee Plaza in Pattaya, you can hear this invitation uttered dozens of times. It’s a mantra. It’s said in one breath without commas, without pause and without thought. Learned by heart on day one of barker school, and said a thousand times a night. The barkers on the doors of the nightclubs want your business and the moment you walk past their door, you’re the most important man in the soi. Right now you’re in Sunee Plaza. A small area based round two sois in the south of Pattaya. It’s not far from Second Road and 10 minutes walk from the more established Boyztown the other side of Pattaya Tai. Just go down by the side of the V.C. hotel and you can’t miss it. You falter; stop walking for half a second. That’s invitation enough for a rough looking lad dressed in jeans and a white vest to put his hand into the crook of your elbow and start to steer you to his door. The adventure has begun.

A curtain is pulled back, revealing the interior of the nightclub. Loud music issues from the inside and it’s quite dark. You can see a stage on the right hand side, raised about 2 feet from the general floor. There are 6 lads standing on it, dressed only in white underwear. Another 6 or so sit on the front of the stage; some of them wear white vests and check boxer shorts over their white underwear. There are also a few sitting on bar stools at the sides of the stage. A rather attractive girl (actually it is a “katoy” or transgender person) greets you from inside the curtained door frame. With a practiced ease, the barker from outside releases his gentle, yet directing hold on your elbow and transfers your arm to the katoy. She guides you into the club and waves her arm at the bank of seats on the left. There are two rows; one behind the other, with the back row raised a couple of feet above the front row. Three gangways divide the front bank of seats into two seat sections, while the back row is a continuous padded bench. You opt to sit in the back row, near the middle gangway. There are two or three other farang (Westerners) already in there, one of them has a boy sitting next to him.

A rather cute, definitely boy, waiter, maybe just 18 years old comes up to you. His long black hair, straight and parted slightly off centre frames his golden, almost cherubic face. “What you drink?” he asks in his best Tinglish. You order a beer. All the drinks are the same price in this club – 120 Baht – about £2.50. If you bought the same beer in an outside beer bar you would pay between 60 and 80 Baht. What makes you happy to pay the extra? Some might call it “the greatest show on earth”. The drink arrives, a bill is put in the pot in front of you and it’s time for the show to start.

The working boys immediately see a new customer. The first thing is that most of them appear to wake up. Until you walked in, despite already having customers in the place, some of them were dozing off. The boys on the front of the stage sit up straight. One or two take off their vests. Don’t be fooled, the vests, originally worn for legal reasons and modesty, are now used by the boys to fend off the cold. These Thai boys are used to mid 30’s temperatures. In the 26 degree air conditioning of the club it’s downright chilly for them. Imagine standing around in just your underwear in London in a temperature of let's say 12 degrees. You’d be cold too and want to wear a vest. The boys on the stage start to jiggle to the loud disco type music blaring through the sound system. A few of them are actually good dancers.

You notice one extremely effeminate boy, you hadn’t seen before. He has long dark hair, a very tiny bulge in his underwear and despite standing up, this boy is the only one wearing a vest. However it’s pulled up so that it’s just under the boy’s nipples. Under the vest appear to be very small breasts. This is a ladyboy. Almost a third gender in Thailand, it’s a boy, born so effeminate that they will probably in time take the road to transgender operations and become a katoy. He’s probably already started the hormone treatment, hence the reduced penis and the budding breasts. Let’s not confuse him with a gay boy – a boy who looks like a boy, acts like a boy and has all the boy’s “bits”, but will allow you to fuck him and will do everything including giving you blow jobs (or smoking you as it’s referred to). Straight boys don’t get fucked or smoke other men.

Sorry, I got distracted. That will happen a lot in this story. Back to the action. By now the boys on and around the stage have started to try and attract your attention. They are all looking at you. It’s almost as if it’s you in the “zoo” and not them. Most of them have got their hands in their underwear, trying to wake up their slumbering and over worked penises. A few of the boys have already got close to hard, or at least have larger than average cocks, and have pushed them out the top of their underwear, or poked them through the leg hole. They are jerking them, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, just so they can show you “the goods”. The boys in this particular bar appear to range in age from about 18 to about 23. You see one particularly attractive lad, aged lets say about 19. He has a toned body, and fewer tattoos than some of the others. It’s a Thai tradition at the moment to cover your body with tattoos. It doesn’t float my boat. I can’t say what this body art does to you, that’s your business. You look at the lad you’ve picked and he smiles at you. You glance down at his crotch – he’s not one of the lads with his cock out – and he pushes the top of his underwear down to reveal his pubes. He’s teasing you. The next thing he does is outline the size of his cock with his hands, so you can see the member framed in white cotton. You look back at his eyes. They are dark brown and looking straight at you, boring into you, saying “please take me”. Your eyes flick around the stage, no one else quite appeals like this lad. The contest is over – he has won.

You nod your head to the side. He lifts a hand and points to himself. You nod and he obediently trots off the stage and comes and sits down beside you. Within milliseconds the cute boy waiter is back in front of the two of you. “Drink?” he asks. You nod and the boy orders something in Thai. Don’t worry. It won’t be champagne or anything expensive. Another bill for 120 baht goes into your pot and you move on to stage two. The boys realising their chance has gone settle back down to slumbering. Some chat amongst themselves, others just doze. Two or three, half wondering how far you will play the game just keep their cocks “ticking over”. After all you might want a second boy, or another customer could call in at any time. The ones who remain dancing seem to be looking off into the distance. That’s when you realise there is a huge mirrored wall behind your head. This is a common feature in all the bars, large areas of mirrors. The Thai boys love nothing more than looking at themselves, and a large mirror can not be resisted.

You put your hand inside the boy’s underwear. His cock is average sized, but fairly soft. As soon as he stops playing with it, it too will sleep. After all it gets a lot of use, and already at 19, these boys often find it hard to get or keep an erection for long. Eventually they won’t be able to get an erection at all without chemical help. But there are plenty of pharmacies here selling over-the-counter Kamagra, so that’s no problem. You work his cock a little and he pushes the front of his pants down so you can get better access. He may even take them off altogether. This particular lad has a party trick. After you’ve woken up his slumbering sausage, he takes hold of it and bends forward. Yes he can suck his own cock, a feat you probably never have been able to do, even when you were a lot younger and slimmer. You look on in envy. He picks up his beer and gestures you should do the same. Knocking the two bottles together he mutters “krap” (short for thanks) and takes a big chug. If he can get you to finish your drink there’s a chance you’ll buy another and he gets an extra bonus.

He works his cock until it’s awake. Now he has a choice. He can try to get you to take him away. He will ask if you want off. If you want to take him from the bar and have sex with him in your room (or maybe a room hired by the hour). You indicate that this is not possible. You think of a plausible excuse – “boyfriend is in my room” – don’t worry. They’ve heard it all before and they don’t believe you, but it matters little to them. His reply will be “short time?” and he lifts his eyes upwards. This indicates the bar has a short time room upstairs and you can go up there for fun. You decline this offer and move on.

His next comment will be “chagwow”. This is the Thai word for wank. For an amount to be agreed, anywhere between 100 baht and 500 baht depending on how hard up the boy is, he will wank himself off while you watch. You agree 300 Baht and he starts jerking. Some of the other customers turn to watch, there’s no harm in getting a free show, and the staff in the bar turn a blind eye. After what feels like ages, he finally cums, and goes to the toilet to clean up. When he comes back he has a smile from ear to ear, and he nestles down into your side and picks up his beer. Another clink of bottles, “krap” and another big chug and he can relax for a bit. You’ve slightly lost interest in the lad now; your hands are out of his underwear and your eyes are back on the stage. As if by telepathy, the other boys realise this and have started to wake their dormant cocks up again. You see a nice lad with a huge cock. If wanking were an Olympic Sport, he’d be winning gold medals for Thailand. He has a white disk pinned to the top of his pants with the number 48 in large black figures on it. You whisper in your boy’s ear, “Si sip paart, chagwow, song roi Baht.” Translating this it becomes, number 48, wanking, 200 Baht. Your boy cottons on quite quickly and the circus goes into overdrive. He shouts in loud Thai something across the stage, but it has chagwow and 200 baht in it and all the boys perk up. A whole forest of cocks appears and starts to get worked. Number 48 nods and smiles and starts going for a climax. His Olympic gold, worth 200 Baht to him is in sight. He must have been very close indeed when you picked him, as after only a couple of minutes, he hops off the stage, stands in front of you and cums into his hand. You pass over the two, 100 baht notes and he goes off to clean up.

You now have a choice, call it a day, or carry on. If you fancy other boys wanking off and have an unending stream of £2 notes (£2 being 100 Baht) you could carry on through half the assembled line up. The ladyboy won’t take part. Nor will the boys with smaller dicks. But the ones who Buddha has blessed with large tackle will be anxious to show it off. Let’s say you were happy with the second lad and feel like moving off. You ask for your bill, the really cute boy waiter will come over, give you a total and you pass back a banknote. Your change comes in a plastic book-like wallet and you leave 20 Baht in there as tip and take the rest. You give your first boy the 300 Baht promised for wanking off and 100 Baht bonus for sitting with you. He will wai you (a Thai gesture of respect where the boy puts his hand together as in prayer and nods towards you), as you get up to go. As you pass the stage, one final boy catches your eye. He has been trying to get your attention all the time you have been there and has a particularly nice, if small, cock. You pull out a 20 Baht note, put your hand into his underwear and feel his hard penis. You slide your hand down to his balls, small and hairless and finally put you hand between his legs to feel his behind. He wriggles and squirms at this, obviously not happy. He’s a straight boy and his back hole is his business not yours. You withdraw your hand, place the 20 Baht note in the waistband of his underwear and depart. The barker boy is still there, trying to get more customers and they all say “Thank you sir” as you leave. The Thais are polite while you have money.

OK. That’s taken you in some detail through one particular club. There are others around. The amounts you will pay, what the boys will do, or are allowed to do, varies hugely across the spectrum. But you can have fun finding out. I would like to take you through a different sort of club though, as your evening is yet young and there’s much more to see and do here in Sunee Plaza.

You cross the soi. Around a corner is another nightclub. The barker boys here see you slow.

“Come inside sir new boy sexy boy big cock.”

The obligatory “hand in crook of your elbow” approach guides you in. This time though the club has a completely different layout. In the centre of the place is a large bar. Around this are tables, taller than average each with a silver pole going from the centre of the table to the ceiling. Bench seats surround the whole place, which are raised off the ground to make sense of the high tables. You are shown to one of these. You order your drink from a boy who could well be the brother of the waiter boy from the previous bar. Standing on your table is a particularly rough looking lad, possibly 25 who doesn’t appeal at all. He is only wearing oversized football shorts and he squats down in front of you. He holds out his hand, offering a handshake. You accept this and while he is squatting down in front of you, his other hand eases the side of his football shorts open. Lying inside is an enormous penis, looking direct at you and winking its welcome. You can’t resist. The boy doesn’t appeal but the cock does. You put your hand inside and give it a few strokes. Actually a good few! You put 20 Baht in the boy’s waistband and he stands up, wais you and moves on. He jumps athletically to the next table and his place is immediately taken by another boy. Some are rough looking and you don’t fancy, others are much more your cup of tea. Unless you have an almost unlimited stock of 20 baht notes, pick the ones you want carefully. If you don’t fancy a lad, don’t engage eye contact with his penis and don’t put your hand inside. He will soon get the idea and move to another table. If you do fancy a lad, return to step a) and start again.

All these boys are available to come and sit with you and have a longer “play”. All are available should you wish to take away. But you don’t really fancy any of them. The lad you really fancy is the waiter boy. You were taken by his “brother” at the last club and now you want to find out what he is like. You start to try and make eye contact with him. After a while he realises and smiles at you. He will point at the boys standing on the tables, indicating you should take one of them and you shake your head. He comes over to you and sits down beside you.  He still is indicating the lads on the tables, but you make it quite clear that he is the object of your desire. Don’t be fooled or put off. If it is human and in a nightclub, it is for rent. (I could almost say if it is human and it is in Pattaya it is for rent). The prices vary, waiters are more expensive than dancers, and managers are more expensive still, but they are all available. You lean over and kiss your waiter. This is a test to see how gay he is. He opens his lips, puts his tongue in your mouth and returns the kiss. Odds are he’s gay and will let you fuck him or do anything. You slowly undo the zip on his black waiter’s trousers. He is obviously very shy with the other boys around and tries half-heartedly to stop you. You reach over the back and grab a large cushion. Placing that on his lap satisfies his shyness and soon his zip is undone and his cock is within reach. You realise why he’s shy, compared to the other boys in the bar he is very under-endowed! Still you buy him a drink, have a nice play and give him 100 baht when you leave. None of the boys here offer to wank off in public, but take any of them away and you can have a really nice time.

So now we have been to two nightclubs, had a few lads wank off for us, felt a good few cocks but we are still alone for the night. You have a number of options. You can go to another nightclub. There’s a couple where you can go into a secluded part of the bar, and the boy will wank you. He might even put on a nice show and if you’re very lucky, fuck you or let you fuck him in this semi-private room. As long as you don’t mind other boys walking past and trying to join in, or the odd chance of another farang coming in the enjoy the same pleasures, you can have a good old time. There are several bars, where you can take a lad off to the toilets and the same can happen there, but nightclub toilets in Thailand are small, cramped and smelly. Still, you might like this. But let’s say you fancy a sit down and relax, not to be surrounded by boy flesh and yet still have a pleasant drink and find a lad to take home for the night.

Pattaya has the answer in its boy bars. Open fronted, not behind closed doors, these bars are somewhere you can sit and have a drink. A boy sitting on a stool calls out to you:”Welcum inside,” sometimes adding the provocative and inviting “me” on the end. At least it makes a change from

“Come inside sir new boy sexy boy big cock.”

A cute waiter, often wearing a uniform vest and shorts will serve you a drink and sit down beside you. Should you fancy another boy more, that’s easy too and by the right gestures, you can swop your waiters. Don’t worry this is a fact of life and won’t offend. You have to be a little more discrete in the beer bars. No wanking in public, a grope should be limited to outside the shorts and brief in time. After all this is a public area and Pattaya has some standards (OK I know this isn’t really true, but it sounds good). Maybe you fancy taking this boy home? All you have to do is tell the boy, pay a fee to the bar, referred to as an “off” fee or “bar fine” and the lad is yours for as long as you want him – an hour to a month! The bar fines are for an evening, so you have to pay multiple fines for long offs. But you’ll find the lads really good company. I would recommend taking lads for short times first, an overnight for example, and then making a longer arrangement. Make sure you get on well together. I don’t think I said about the bar fines in nightclubs. The same principal works there and will get you a dancer or a waiter for 300 – 500 baht.

What? You don’t fancy any of the boys in this beer bar? Now you’re just being difficult. Your options are being cut here, but there’s still one slightly riskier option left – after hours boys. At 1 am the nightclubs close. The boys stream out of them heading for the food stands and the night entertainment for Thais. Many won’t have picked up a client for the night and they tend to whittle away the night with their friends. However even when they are off duty officially, they are still working boys. Stand on one of the corners of Sunee Plaza at 1 am and watch the boys going home. Many still wear their prostitute’s uniform without any shame or fear. It’s a normal way of life here.

Please forgive me a slight digression from your tour. The whole area of town is built up around these working boys and nobody cares what they do or bats an eyelid. In fact they welcome it. There are the food concessionaires, walking the streets late at night pushing barrows which house everything from fruit, to cooked squid and even to deep fried cockroaches and crickets. The launderettes, washing those endless streams of white underwear, check boxer shorts and vests. Then there’s the Internet shops, and serving them the computer centres. You can’t forget the hotels housing the tourists and the restaurants feeding them. And don’t ignore the massage parlours relaxing them in the afternoon or the 7/11s and Family Marts supplying the bits and bobs for daily living. We could mention more support facilities such as the beer warehouses stocking the bars; the motorbike repair shops servicing the lads’ motorbikes; the pharmacies selling the Kamagra Gell for the penises of the aging tourists and the overworked boys. There’s even a gym for the overweight tourists to work off their beach doughnuts. The whole town has built itself around one main service – prostitution for tourists.

OK, back to you. You see a lad walking home you fancy. You smile at him and he smiles back. That’s the introductions over, hold hands with him, perfectly acceptable in public, take him back to your apartment and do whatever you mutually agree. When you’re satisfied pay him the fee – normally not agreed in advance, although that can be a good idea, and say goodbye. You both will be happy and satisfied in your own way and a wonderful city will have lived up to its reputation. This is Pattaya at night.

“Come inside sir new boy sexy boy big cock.”

You awake next day, relaxed and with a smile on your face. The boy went home happy. You didn’t fancy having him hang around all day, he would almost certainly have been bored, unless you took him shopping, and that can be expensive after a first night together. You go to one of the breakfast restaurants and enjoy some tasty food. You marvel at all the boys walking the streets in the day time. They are still available, even in the daylight. Make eye contact, exchange a nice smile, get together and the cycle starts again. While you’re walking to your room hold his hand. It’s fully accepted here. If you’re in London and you see an old man with a younger boy, you nudge your friend and knowingly exchange glances. It’s a rich old man and a young escort. In Pattaya it’s nothing of the sort. The lifeblood of the city is the tourist/boy relationship. Woe betides anyone who knocks that.

So you’ve had your breakfast, and fancy a day on the beach. This could be called “Pattaya by day”, even though I’m going to take you to Jomtien, a growing area, 20 minutes down the road by Baht bus. You hail a bus and toddle off to the beach. When you get to the gay area, find a deckchair. The concession holder will spread your towel on it and get you a drink if you want one. Using a menu from a local takeaway, you can order a full meal. It will be brought to your concession by a boy riding a bicycle one handed, his other being used to carry your plate, his flip flops act as his brakes. He will smile at you as he places the plate in front of you. Now you’re ready to watch the circus start again. Roll up the curtain for the “…greatest show on earth (Act 2)”. What makes tourists flock to the beach, and still attracts the ex-pats who have been here tens of years? Boys.

While you’re sitting there you have an almost unending stream of people walking past. They are almost all selling illegally – not having the right license – and scatter on the odd occasions the police visit the beach. But it normally seems to start with the fruit sellers. 20 baht buys you a tray of fresh tropical fruit, wrapped on a Styrofoam tray with Clingfilm over the top. You get a banana or two on the side.  You catch the eye of one of the ladies who is carrying an enormous tray of fruits, you feel almost obliged to lighten her load and take a tray of pineapple and mango mixed. Then follow the doughnut boys. With steel boxes, layered with fattening cakes, you vow to diet when you get back from your holiday and take a cake for 20 Baht. The choice is amusing, cinnamon, tsunami, coconut, big Thai banana (OK suggestive jokes are allowed), sperm doughnuts, apple, raisin, the list goes on. Manicure ladies who will scrape the dead skin off your feet as well as cut your toe nails; fried fish sellers; ice cream sellers; sweet corn sellers; henna tattoo artists; sunglasses sellers; tee shirt and shorts sellers; model boat sellers; carved elephant head sellers; poster sellers; bedspread sellers; general tourist tack sellers, such as pixie hats, bead necklaces and rings; cigarette lighter sellers; torch sellers; mosquito zapper sellers; hair clipper sellers; puppet sellers; I’ve seen them all. And if you find a cute one, get chatting to them, look through their offerings, and ask them to sit down next to you. Offer them a drink (the concessionaire will bring one over) drape your hand on their leg, and see if they do the same back. Slowly move your hand up towards their groin. Sometimes they will push it away and this is merely a signal that you haven’t paid the right entry price yet.

Let’s take one particular ice cream boy. Sit him down next to you and put your hand on his leg. He will lean forward to shield it from public view. Maybe move your hand to his back and start stroking it. No problems so far. Move your hand to the gap between his tee shirt and the white underpants sticking up from his shorts. (You feel sure you saw those same underpants last night.) When you actually try to put your finger tips inside the waistband he sits firmly back in his chair, indicating a line has been crossed and the door has been closed and locked on you. No problems, use the universal key, money. Offer to have an ice cream from his box; he charges you more than double what he pays for them, but they are still cheap – under £1. You feel this will buy some rights in his underwear, but you’re horny and want a better deal. Offer to buy him one too. Sit together while you both eat your ice cream, your free hand going where it wants. The door has been unlocked. However the safety chain is still on. You can gain access to the inside of his underwear, but when you touch his cock and he says “sleep” and resists all attempts on your part to wake it up. You can tell he’s not happy. Give him 100 Baht for two 40 Baht ice creams and tell him to keep the change.

Tomorrow when he comes and sits with you (and he will look you out and make a point of sitting with you) the safety chain in the analogy has been replaced by a piece of bungee cord by the 20 Baht tip from the day before. You’re access key is starting in credit this day. You quite quickly gain entrance to the inside of his underwear, and he’s already positioned his cock so it’s touchable. Suggest he has another ice cream with you and this time suddenly his cock is excitable. 100 Baht, two more ice creams and we move on to day three. Now all strings have been removed, and he will sit with you with his money bag on his lap, hiding the fact his flies are undone. His cock is alive and well and has no problems being played with. The suggestion that the two of you go off to a short time room, is merely countered with the expression “chagwow ok, no boom-boom” (no fucking). You can happily agree to this, set a time for the meeting later the afternoon and off to the short time room in the hotel by the beach. A shower, 30 minutes and another shower later, you’re poorer by 500 Baht to the boy and 250 Baht to the hotel, but a whole lot happier.

This brings me nicely on to the beach massage boys. These lads are a form of beach based dancer. They will massage your whole body for an hour for 250 Baht, laying you on a towel at the top end of the beach. However much more fun are the 30 minute leg massages for 120 Baht plus tip. If you get the right boy, he will spend most of his time with his hand inside your shorts, rather than massaging your leg. On more than one occasion, tissues have been needed to clean up the results. But it’s OK; the concessionaires provide them on every beach table. If you say to one of these boys “massage room” he will understand what you mean. You want to take him for an hour or so off the beach. Apart from setting some limits (such as no boom-boom) the boys will give you a massage with a very happy ending.

I’ve found a new twist to the happy ending. There is at least one happy massage boy who likes sex in a shower. If you’re discrete it is possible to fit two people in the beach shower cubicles. There you can soap the boy up and give yourself both a happy ending, as long as you’re quiet and discrete. That seems to be the watch word here. Discretion. It’s all going on, all the time, all over the place. Everyone knows it, no one minds. As long as it’s discrete and not “in your face”. The female topless sunbather or the old farang wearing a thong gets far more of a stare than the customer getting a feel from a massage boy, because it’s discrete. Step over the line and you’re asking for trouble.

So, you’ve been fed, and watered, you’ve sunbathed, been filled and emptied in all the right proportions and had a great day on the beach. It’s back to the hotel and a rest before going out for the evening round again.

“Come inside sir new boy sexy boy big cock.”

The history of Pattaya is interesting. Until the mid 20th century it was a sleepy fishing village. In the time of the Vietnam War, the Americans built a large air force base close to the town. Towards the end of the war, they started using Pattaya as an area to send the combatants for R&R. A town started to grow. Now put war-weary American veterans into a tropical setting, and what do they want? Sex. The local girls were happy to provide this and so Walking Street started to grow up. By the mid 80s it was a shanty town of wooden huts and loose women. At about the same time, but far more discrete, Boyztown had started to develop and the gay market had established itself.

Through the 1990s the straight prostitute market exploded. Cheapening air travel, better accommodation, more available tourist money and general economic prosperity lead to Walking Street becoming what it is today. Sunee Plaza, Pattaya’s second gay area started in the late 1980s and by the mid 90s was firmly established. Sunee is still quiet and largely un-troubled by non-gay tourists. However Boyztown is frequented by coach loads of them. You will frequently see two or three coach parties per night, usually Japanese, mixed sexes and hetero, walking through Boyztown, being guided through. One can imagine the party looking at the gay “exhibits”. They peer in through the open door on the occasional club and wonder at the boys they see. You on the other hand have the willpower and the freedom to be enticed inside. Just listen to the barkers:

“Come inside sir new boy sexy boy big cock.”

The next day you fancy a change. Maybe a day trip out somewhere. How about going south, down the coast to Nong Nooch tropical gardens and back to Bang Saray to see the fishing boats. The tropical gardens at Nong Nooch are an enigma. It’s as if they’ve found the perfect plan and then couldn’t stop. They have some of the most marvellous formal gardens I’ve ever seen in the world. Really well set up, with areas that amaze and wow you. There even is one “fuck, that’s an amazing view” point! Then they kept adding. A cultural show (nice idea), then an elephant show with elephants painting and playing football (weird idea but sort of fits the tropical location). Then they added grey steel skywalks everywhere. (Why?) The next addition was garishly coloured plastic animals and enormous insects in amongst the flower gardens (definitely a bad idea). Finally they appear to be adding, as I write, a multi storey car museum. It’s as if they found the perfect idea and just thought they could make it better, instead of leaving it alone. You may enjoy going around classic cars (including a mini painted in Union Jack colours) while looking at a tropical garden. I’m afraid I don’t. But the gardens themselves are magnificent and definitely something to be done once. No boys, well, no available boys, well, no easily available boys, OK, this is Thailand, the boys there take work to make them available. But they are working boys too.

Then in the afternoon maybe back to the fishing pier at Bang Saray. At about 4 pm depending on the state of the tide, the fleet of boats go out for the night fishing. Get there around 3.30 and the boys are waking up, climbing out of their 2’ high sleeping deck spaces and taking showers on the open boat decks. Now if the sight of a wet, almost naked, Thai boy excites you, you’ll love this. And, if you’re quick and they don’t miss their boat leaving, there are some sail lofts at the end of the pier …

Back to Pattaya for another evening. The circus takes another bow and opens its door on the greatest show on earth. The boys are back in town and ready to work.

“Come inside sir new boy sexy boy big cock.”

Afterword

Where will it all go in the future? Who knows? If you think you do then you’re a better man than I. Some things are certain. Prices are going up in Pattaya; rents in Boyztown have recently gone up 20% and Sunee Plaza 40%. The boys are starting to ask more for their services. The Internet is making an impact. The boys work in the clubs for minimal wages, 8p an hour in some places and they don't get paid at all in the table top bar I mentioned - making all their money in tips. So why work for a night in a freezing cold nightclub for this pittance, when for 30 minutes in an Internet café at the cost of 20 Baht you can pick up a customer.

The politically based closure of the airport at Bangkok last year for a week has implications and ramifications that have yet to unwind. The general political unease is still destabilising the area. The world economic downturn is affecting tourist numbers and each night a number of the bar owners and club owners wonder if it’s going to be worth opening. Virtually every single bar and club in Sunee is up for sale, if the right price is offered. And these asking prices are coming down.

No one is sure what a change in political regime may bring, and change itself is an almost certainty. Unlikely though it is, it wouldn’t be impossible for a new Parliament to ban foreign ownership of businesses, or even worse cancel certain classes of immigrant visas. As 75% of the gay boy bars and nightclubs are foreign owned, and the majority of ex-pats are here on retirement visas, this could have an enormous impact on the community.

There is an increasing population of tourists from Russia, and this is affecting things. However the Russians want gay sex too. More interestingly, there is an increase of tourists from the Arabic countries. Sunee Plaza has gained its first Hubble Bubble pipe girly café. How these homophobic Moslems will mix with the liberated gay lifestyle in Sunee waits to be seen.

The scare of AIDS from the last decade has declined and largely safe sex is keeping disease in check. There are still many boys affected by it, but the society is coping. This fear of HIV and other STDs didn’t kill the trade. The Bangkok-Pattaya hospital can cure most problems. Increases in boys’ prices haven’t killed trade in Amsterdam or Prague, so there’s no immediate thought that will happen in Pattaya. Fear of political unrest and economic problems may have slowed the trade, but it’s far from dead yet and it’s fighting back.

However, the trade will change. Yes, in 10 years, the boys will not be the same – they do grow up – my self sucking dancer and my obliging ice cream boy will have moved on to be replaced by others; the clubs will have changed their owners who will alter the decor, the law will change the rules, local tradition will amend the acceptable practices and the boys will buy new white underpants. But one thing is for certain; whether we look again in 10 years time, 20 years time, or 50 years time, teenage boys will still be available somewhere around the world to offer their bodies to men who want sex. They have been there for the last 2500 years; they are not going to stop now. Whether legally or in secret; out and proud in adverts in Gay Times or underground covertly on Internet chat boards; accepted as a normal way of life, or frowned on by passers by; this branch of the oldest profession on earth will still have its purveyors and its buyers. Future boys will still pursue their vocation. There will still be working boys. And, if I had to put money on it, I would bet a large sum that Pattaya will still be involved at the heart of it, somehow.

“Welcum inside (me) …
 … to the greatest show on earth.”

“Come inside sir new boy sexy boy big cock.”

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