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 be
cold."
I smiled back; he was being so polite and so attentive.
"Yes please, I'll try to drink the new one."
When he came back I looked at his name tab. Mahiti, nice.
"Thank you Mahiti, I guess I had better get to know some of
you guys because I am going to be living here for a while."
"Thank you Sir, my friends call me Mahiti, will you be my
friend?"
"Yes, I‟d like that. I'm called Kit, short for Christopher."
"Why are you going to stay here Kit?"
"I am going to fly the new helicopter to take tourists
sightseeing and bring hotel guests down from Bangkok."
"That sounds very exciting. I would love to fly in a
helicopter."
"Give me a chance to settle in and I'll see if I can arrange a
ride for you."
"Thank you, I would like that."
"Mahiti, you speak better English than anyone else I have
talked to in the hotel except Tom and he is French not Thai."
"I study it at university, this is only a holiday job for me and
part time when I am at Uni."
I guessed Mahiti to be about twenty, only five years younger
than me. He was also very cute and my Gaydar was sending back
positive signals. The problem was that I thought the hotel would
frown on him spending time with me socially, but it wouldn't hurt to
ask.
"What time do you finish work today Mahiti?"
"When the restaurant closes at eleven."
"Would you come and have a drink with me?"
His smile was bright enough to blind me, he looked
delighted.
"I would like that very much but not in the hotel. “
“Would you like to see the last show at one of the boy bars?"
Mahiti looked at me seriously for a minute and then laughed.
"Yes please Kit, but I can't afford drinks in those bars."
I laughed too because he had effectively answered my
unasked question. He was gay.
"No problem, my treat."
Now all I had to do was find a way of getting him into my
bed.
*
*
*
At eleven I was waiting in the lobby as he came through
from the restaurant.
"Give me a minute to change Kit and we can catch the
shuttle together."
When he returned my first comment was, "The management
don't mind you being seen with a guest then Mahiti?"
"Oh no, I only have to be discreet with you around the hotel
but we are very liberal minded here in Thailand. Tom is my line
manager and is also gay so I have no problems."
Better and better because out of his waiter's garb he was
wearing tight brushed cotton lightweight blue jeans and a tight,
brilliant white T shirt with white shoes that looked moulded to his
feet emphasising how little they were.
When the shuttle dropped us we walked towards the
waterfront and went into the first boy bar we came to. It had a
western theme and most of the boys looked quite cute as they
paraded round the stage in little cotton hipster briefs with cowboy
hats and boots.
A waiter sat us very close to the stage before bringing us our
drinks order. When he put them down he whispered to me.
“That first one covers you for the show, any more you order
will be at half price.”
I could live with that, 150 Baht for the first one was only 2
pounds.
The boys on stage as they paraded past us took a lot of
interest. I suppose it was not surprising. Mahiti was about their age
and really cute, big innocent eyes taking in everything around him
and quite obviously interested in the array of nearly naked pretty
boys on stage. At twenty five with my fair hair and blue eyes I was
not an unpleasant sight either. Both of
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 be
cold."
I smiled back; he was being so polite and so attentive.
"Yes please, I'll try to drink the new one."
When he came back I looked at his name tab. Mahiti, nice.
"Thank you Mahiti, I guess I had better get to know some of
you guys because I am going to be living here for a while."
"Thank you Sir, my friends call me Mahiti, will you be my
friend?"
"Yes, I‟d like that. I'm called Kit, short for Christopher."
"Why are you going to stay here Kit?"
"I am going to fly the new helicopter to take tourists
sightseeing and bring hotel guests down from Bangkok."
"That sounds very exciting. I would love to fly in a
helicopter."
"Give me a chance to settle in and I'll see if I can arrange a
ride for you."
"Thank you, I would like that."
"Mahiti, you speak better English than anyone else I have
talked to in the hotel except Tom and he is French not Thai."
"I study it at university, this is only a holiday job for me and
part time when I am at Uni."
I guessed Mahiti to be about twenty, only five years younger
than me. He was also very cute and my Gaydar was sending back
positive signals. The problem was that I thought the hotel would
frown on him spending time with me socially, but it wouldn't hurt to
ask.
"What time do you finish work today Mahiti?"
"When the restaurant closes at eleven."
"Would you come and have a drink with me?"
His smile was bright enough to blind me, he looked
delighted.
"I would like that very much but not in the hotel. “
“Would you like to see the last show at one of the boy bars?"
Mahiti looked at me seriously for a minute and then laughed.
"Yes please Kit, but I can't afford drinks in those bars."
I laughed too because he had effectively answered my
unasked question. He was gay.
"No problem, my treat."
Now all I had to do was find a way of getting him into my
bed.
*
*
*
At eleven I was waiting in the lobby as he came through
from the restaurant.
"Give me a minute to change Kit and we can catch the
shuttle together."
When he returned my first comment was, "The management
don't mind you being seen with a guest then Mahiti?"
"Oh no, I only have to be discreet with you around the hotel
but we are very liberal minded here in Thailand. Tom is my line
manager and is also gay so I have no problems."
Better and better because out of his waiter's garb he was
wearing tight brushed cotton lightweight blue jeans and a tight,
brilliant white T shirt with white shoes that looked moulded to his
feet emphasising how little they were.
When the shuttle dropped us we walked towards the
waterfront and went into the first boy bar we came to. It had a
western theme and most of the boys looked quite cute as they
paraded round the stage in little cotton hipster briefs with cowboy
hats and boots.
A waiter sat us very close to the stage before bringing us our
drinks order. When he put them down he whispered to me.
“That first one covers you for the show, any more you order
will be at half price.”
I could live with that, 150 Baht for the first one was only 2
pounds.
The boys on stage as they paraded past us took a lot of
interest. I suppose it was not surprising. Mahiti was about their age
and really cute, big innocent eyes taking in everything around him
and quite obviously interested in the array of nearly naked pretty
boys on stage. At twenty five with my fair hair and blue eyes I was
not an unpleasant sight either. Both of
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