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then rubbed his naked body against mine, making sure to focus particular attention on the contact of our genitalia. We squirmed excitedly and in unison as we stroked each other’s penises until we both ejaculated. I was 13-years-old.
    Not long after, I found another outlet to deal with my sexual urges via chak wao , or ‘flying a kite.’ This name for masturbation is derived from the repetitive motion of letting the string pass in and out of your hands as you fly a kite. With the help of pornographic magazines, my friends and I secretly competed to see who’d climax first. The most exciting chak wao experiences took place in the classroom. I lusted after Sai, a beautiful female teacher in her twenties who often wore fitting shirts and short skirts. She never seemed to notice her power to distract me as I stared at her beautiful smooth thighs. My fierce desires didn’t go unnoticed by Khomsan, a close friend whose desk was beside mine. He would stealthily reach under the table, take hold of my erect member, and begin to rub it. I tried to remain calm and exhibit a nonchalant expression as he deftly worked my penis through my school shorts. He had me so worked up that it never took long for Khomsan to reach his goal.
    Shortly before turning 14 I started seeing Sirin, my first girlfriend. She left a crumpled letter in my desk drawer, describing a dream she had about us playing together in a shallow creek near our school. Sirin was a conservative girl, yet the dream note, while innocent, was also suggestive. Looking at her budding breasts and delicate, nubile features, I found myself consumed with desire. I’d grown tired of chak wao and I wanted Sirin to be my first lover. But although I was filled with desire, I never so much as touched her, and this was only because I didn’t know the first thing about male-female interactions.

    One summer, I was asked to house-sit during the school break for my paternal grandparents in downtown Sisaket while they were on business in another province. By then, my father had reconciled with his parents over his relationship with Mae. Ama and Agong were a big part of my life and had always been extremely kind to me. The house became a popular gathering place for my friends. Loed, one of our teachers who was in his thirties, used to frequently ride his motorcycle over to visit us. He would always come bearing gifts such as som tam (a type of papaya salad), grilled chicken, sticky rice, and money.
    My friends warned me jokingly by calling him a tut, which was a slang term for an effeminate man. However, they would also call him tua dut , slang for a man who sucks another man’s penis. So I knew exactly what these visits might entail. Surprisingly, a few of them boasted that they’d been to his house looking to release their pent-up sexual energy, and make money in the process. Apparently, he gave each boy one hundred baht per visit, which was a big amount of money for a country teenager at the time. My friends joked, ‘Don’t worry. You won’t get pregnant! There’ll be no evidence! It is a win/win situation. The teacher gets what he wants and so do we!’
    He courted us as a group and befriended us in a caring manner; then he began to single us out one by one, inviting us to his place.
    When it was my turn to be summoned to Loed’s, he quickly ordered me to undress, shower, and wait for him in the bedroom. I quaked at the thought of what was about to transpire. I considered making a run for it, but I was overwhelmed with curiosity and desire at the thought of him performing fellatio on me. My friends had informed me of his unique talents while leaving many blanks unfilled, thus creating a longing in me to find out what was so good. In addition, I didn’t want to have to later confess to my friends that I’d chickened out. In my heart I knew it was wrong for a grown man to act in this way with me, a 15-year-old, but nevertheless I awkwardly lay down on the bed and waited. Loed