Stage of Desire - Gay Fantasy and Romance

Stage of Desire
Gay Fantasy and Romance
By: Chris Johns
© TTP 2013
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Part 1
I Discover the Beauty of Thai Boys
    The naked boy stood in front of me rotating slowly, he was
delicious, I could eat him for starters, main course and sweet. He was
erect and fondling his adequate penis making suggestions about what
he would do to excite me.
Ah, if only, but that had been in a club in Pekanbaru,
Indonesia before I moved on.
     
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    I had lost all sense of time. I had no idea how long I had
been sitting looking at the contract, but judging by my cold coffee, it
must‟ve been at least an hour. It was just so difficult to believe I had
landed this job.
    My contract in Indonesia had finished and I expected to
return to the U.K. and a job on the North Sea. I had dreaded it, cold,
grey England, or worse, Aberdeen with grey buildings to match the
grey sky and grey sea. I loved flying but had avoided the North Sea
and now I could avoid it again, but what a job. Pattya in Thailand
would be my base to fly tourists around and bring VIPs down from
the Airport in Bangkok. Not as much money or as much leave as
before, but hell, I wouldn't want to go anywhere else anyway and the
cost of my living would be peanuts. I was going to live in the Hotel
Mercure until my apartment was ready, have a company car all of it
paid for, wear modified military flight overalls instead of full
uniform, even when I was flying VIPs. Neat really, they were
lightweight, short sleeved overalls in different colours, pale blue, red,
and dark blue, I would wear each colour as I felt like it. My gold
epaulets and wings would define what I was when I had to go to the
airport. Heaven would not be better than this.
A shadow fell across me and I looked up to see the waiter
smiling down at me and saying.
     
"Can I get you another coffee Sir, I'm sure that one must