Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2002 13:24:22 EDT
From: Excaliber1021439@aol.com
Subject: An End To Denial, Part 1

I was lucky to save enough from my first year's salary to take a holiday in
Bangkok after my girl friend and I had finally split up. There had been
something wrong with our relationship for some time but I couldn't put my
finger on what was the root of the trouble. We just drifted apart. I just had
a feeling that I wasn't the marrying kind of guy.

Bangkok was a great place to visit. I was getting over the culture shock and
I was enjoying the city on my own during the daytimes. The Thai people were
so friendly and there was so much to see and do.  The evenings were the
problem. I yearned for some English company to go out on the town with.

One morning I was sitting at the hotel poolside when a young man about the
same age as myself approached the bar, sat down and asked for a beer that he
drank greedily. His T-shirt seemed to stick to his muscular torso and I
admired his mop of black curly hair and his dark blue eyes.

"Hot enough for you?" he asked me as he ordered another beer.

I nodded and smiled at him.

"My name's Paul. I'm from Camberley in Surrey" he said holding out his hand.

I shook it and told him that my name was Tom and that I lived in a town just
a few miles from his. We chatted for a while about Bangkok and Thailand.
Paul  told me that he came out every year.

"There you are you mutt-head" another young English guy shouted from the
hotel doorway. "I've spent a hell of a time combing the place for you.  Why
did you give me the slip?"

"Well you've found me now" Paul said with a smile.  "Come here and have a
beer."

The young man approached. He was smartly dressed and had very fine, regular
features. I thought that he was no older than twenty.

"Tom I'd like you to meet Dave, my partner in life," Paul said.

I gulped visibly.

"What would I do without you?" Paul said as he put his arm around Dave and
ruffled his fine blond hair.

Then he turned to me and said "I hope that I've not embarrassed you Tom but
we're gay and that's it. Nothing can change us."

I found it difficult to reply.

At last I said "Oh that's all right. I'm not prejudiced. But I've never met
an openly gay couple before."

"We've tried girls but it never worked out," Paul said.

"How did you to get together?" I asked trying to keep our conversation going.

Paul laughed out loud. "We met at school," he said.  "I was in the fourth
form when this little angel joined the first. I fancied him from my first
glance at him but I held back because of his age. Then I noticed him seeking
me out like sitting next to me on the school bus."

"And then he struck!" continued Paul. "I was flabbergasted. He knew exactly
how to get his man.

"How do you mean?" I asked him.

"We were coming back from a school trip to Stratford-on-Avon," Paul went on.
"It was dark and the coach lights were out. Most kids had got their heads
down and, without any encouragement from me, Dave unzipped my trousers and
gave me my first blowjob!"

"It was Heaven," said Dave. "I'd been working up the courage for a long time
before I finally made it."

My face flushed and my cock became a little stiff as I imagined the scene in
my mind.

"After that," Dave went on, "never a school day went by without a cuddle or
more at break or lunchtime."
"You were lucky not to be found out," I said to them.

"We were," said Dave. "We used to help our art teacher some lunchtimes mixing
paints in his back room. He caught us at it several times but just told us to
carry on being nice to each other!"

"We bumped into him last year in a London gay club," Paul said with a
chuckle. "He came over to us and jokingly told us that he still had the
photos!"

"When Paul left school," Dave continued, "I got
my mum to invite him to help me with my homework."

"We did get through a bit of homework," Paul said, "but not a lot. We shagged
each other most of the time."

I was quite astounded at these revelations.
Outwardly they gave the impression of just being good friends and yet, from
what they had told me, they loved each other intensely. They were so easy in
each other's company unlike many straight couples of similar ages.

"What do you guys do in the evenings out here?" I asked them.

"Disco dancing mainly," Paul replied. "There are some terrific gay nightclubs
in the Patpong 3 area.  Dave and I are dance fanatics."

"We've even won prizes," added Dave. "You should come and watch us tonight."

I didn't know what to say. I had never been to a gay disco before.

"We'll be waiting for you in the lobby at nine," Paul told me.

"Okay," I said with some trepidation.

That night something happened to me that was to change my life for ever...

To be continued...

Richard Allen

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