a beautiful boy
I’d been in Singapore for a couple of weeks when another chap was put into my bunk room. He was just 18, the same as me, slim, blonde, and bloody beautiful, with long hair he’d have looked like a girl. I sugested that we went into town that evening for a few drinks. We went into a bar I knew, and as soon as we sat down 2 bar girls sat next to us. We bought them a drink, coloured water of course, whilst we drank scotch. As soon as their drinks were on the table, they undid our flies and...