Thailand was an exotic location for a two-week vacation, but I hadn't come for the sun, sights or culture. Like many a pedophile before me - including the Internet chatroom buddy I knew only as BoyFuckR - my sole interest was in tasting the youngest and most beautiful Thai boys I could find.
BoyFuckR had provided me with the name and address of a hotel in Bangkok, where he assured me I would find what I was looking for. If even half of what he told me about the place were true, I would be checking into the closest place to heaven on earth.
First impressions were promising. The clientele of the hotel seemed to be exclusively male and several of those hanging around in the lobby and bar were accompanied by Thai boys. However, I was somewhat disappointed to note that all of these pretty boys appeared to be in their early teens. Teen boys were nice and I had enjoyed my share of those, but I hadn't traveled to the other side of the world to enjoy what I could enjoy back home. The boys of my dreams were fresh and pre-pubescent and I was determined to find at least one with which to fulfil my ultimate fantasy.
Having checked in and showered, I weighed up my options. My knowledge of Bangkok was extremely limited and I would not know where to begin searching for a very young boy. It was not something I could check out with Tourist Information. There were probably plenty of gay bars where preteen boys were available, but I was in no mood to spend hours seeking one out on my first day in Thailand. I was staying in a gay hotel, so it was as good a place as any to begin. I would at least be able to buy a few hours of pleasure with a teenage boy.
I took a vacant table and ordered a beer. Several teenage boys, sitting at a nearby table, smiled in my direction, but I looked away after a moment. They were very tempting, but I had a hard-on for a playmate that was still a few years shy of his thirteenth birthday.
"Would you like a boy, Sir?"
I looked up at the middle-aged Thai man who had approached my table. He was dressed in the dark blue uniform of the hotel and his duties obviously included pimping boys to the guests. If I was going to ask anybody where I might find the kind of kid I desired, this was surely the man.
"Yes, I would like a boy," I replied. "Can you help me?"
He smiled. "Of course, Sir. We have some very nice boys here."
"You do have some very nice boys here," I agreed. "But they seem - uh - rather older than I would like."
The hotel pimp smiled. "Ah, Sir would like a younger boy?"
"That's right," I replied. "Do you have younger boys for your guests."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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