The two men got off the yacht on Patong Beach. The beach itself was no longer crowded. They walked by a few people that looked like they were searching for something in the sand. One person held a flashlight, another held a long stick, and the last person had a red plastic pail in his hand.

Arthit was curious, but he didn't get any closer to see. As the two men walked further down the beach, there was another group doing the same. Kongpob was getting curious too, so he pulled Arthit along to get a better look.

Upon approaching the group of four, they greeted them.

"Hello. We are from out of town. May we know what you guys are doing?" Kongpob asked looking at the sand the man was poking with a stick.

"Oh, we are looking for crabs." A young boy said excitedly.

"Yeah, we've caught a lot already. Look mister." The girl about eight years old showed Kongpob and Arthit their blue pail.

"Oh my. That's a lot. Are you guys going to eat them?"

"Yes, my husband loves to stir-fry these with spicy tamarind sauce." The mother they assumed replied.

"Can we try?" Kongpob asked.

"Sure. Just look for any air bubbles underneath the sand. If you see bubbles, that means a crab is underneath breathing. Take the stick, and poke it. The crab will come running out. The light from the flashlight will stun it, and you need to immediately catch it before it runs away. Okay?" The father explained to the two men.

Kongpob and Arthit nodded as the two kids handed over their flashlight and a stick. They all walked together for no more than two meters before they came upon an air bubble.

Kongpob had the flashlight, so he gestured Arthit to poke the bubble with the stick. Arthit looked at the father, and he nodded. So, Arthit poked the bubble, and a crab immediately scampered out of it. Kongpob shone the light directly at the crab, and it froze from the shock. Arthit quickly picked it up from the sand.

With a great big smile, Arthit brought the crab upto Kongpob's face.

"Great job! I think that's the biggest one so far." The mother praised.

Arthit placed the crab into their pail, and thanked the family for letting Kongpob and him try it out. They said their goodbyes, and continued walking.

"That was fun." Kongpob said. He has never done anything like that before.

"Yeah, I've never done that before. I've only gone fishing when I was little. Do you like fishing?"

"Mmm, not really unless it's sportfishing out in the ocean on a speedboat. I'm not patient enough for regular fishing, but I would go with you if you want me to."

Arthit shook his head. "No, I always fall asleep waiting for a bite. Sportfishing sounds a lot more exciting. Maybe you can take me one day."

"Phuket and the Mekong River is very good for sportfishing. Maybe the next time we come here, we can go."

Arthit smiled. He can't help but feel happy to hear any future plans with Kongpob. Can he dare to dream a little further?

They made it across the beach, and climbed up a flight of stairs that lead them up to the streets above the beach. There were restaurants and bars the stretched all across the coast.

Kongpob led Arthit to the far end of the street, and turned right. They could hear loud music coming from around the corner.

There was a great big Patong Beach sign above the street. The whole street was crowded with people drinking and dancing. There were bars lining both sides of the street. Some bars had skimpy dressed or topless dancers dancing on top of the bar giving a free show.

Kongpob's phone buzzed in his pocket. So, he pulled it out to see a message from Luke telling him to please stay close to Arthit so he won't lose track of either one of them amongst the crowd. Kongpob simply replied okay.

Kongpob reached his hand out to hold Arthit's. He was a little hesitant though. He knew Arthit didn't like to hold hands in public, and for the most part it doesn't really bother him. However, it's hard to not take it as a rejection when Arthit flinches. And to avoid those feelings, he has stopped trying to hold Arthit in any way in public unless Arthit initiates it.

Kongpob grabbed Arthit's swinging hand, and to his surprise, Arthit didn't flinch. Instead, Arthit squeezed his hand, and turned around to smile at him. Relief washed over Kongpob. He was happy, and he felt a warm fuzzy feeling growing inside of him. He mentally tells himself to stop being so sappy inside.

They walked hand in hand watching the crowd, and the street performers. Then all the sudden, a woman came up close to Arthit, and took his free hand, and laid it against her chest. Arthit couldn't even respond quick enough.

"Hey handsome, give it a good squeeze. They're real. I guarantee it." The woman winked at Arthit's stunned face.

Kongpob swears Arthit looked more shocked than those crabs earlier. Arthit tried to pull his hand back, but the woman held it firmly against her boob.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." Arthit said while still struggling to pry his hand away from the woman.

Kongpob couldn't help, but laugh. Arthit was confused, and looked to Kongpob for help.

"Kongpob!?!"

Kongpob reached in his pocket, and pulled out a bill waving it at the woman. The woman smiled, and grabbed the bill. Only then did she let go of Arthit's hand and walked away.

"What the hell was that?" Arthit asked.

"It's 'Tits for Tips' baby. I guess business is slow for her." Kongpob said it like it was normal.

"What? They can do that?"

"Legally? No. What she was doing is basically extortion. But selling tits and sex is not that unusual for here, or anywhere else in the world for that matter."

Arthit only nodded. He is well aware of the existence of red light districts in Thailand, and he knows they exist elsewhere too. He has just never gone to those places.

"Kongpob, have you gone to red light districts before?" Arthit is curious to know.

"Yes. I have." Kongpob stopped walking to see Arthit's reaction.

"Oh." Arthit looked down.

They stood in front of a bar on the street, so Kongpob gave the bartender a few bills for two Singha beers.

"Draft or bottle?" The bartender asked.

"Bottles." Kongpob replied, and turned back to see Arthit kind of sulking.

"Arthit, I have only visited the red light districts in Amsterdam and Tokyo purely as a tourist. I've never been a customer, okay?" Kongpob kissed Arthit's forehead.

"Really?" Arthit looked up at Kongpob. He knows he has no right to be sad, or upset since that was in the past. But he sure is glad that Kongpob was not a patron of such establishments.

"Of course. Why would I ever pay for sex?" Kongpob smirked and winked at Arthit.

Arthit punched his arrogant ass in the arm, but he knew Kongpob wouldn't ever have to since women were always throwing themselves at him.

"Arthit, just stop thinking altogether. I've told you before. I'm not easy, okay? Let's just have fun." Kongpob passed a bottle of beer to Arthit, and grabbed his own.

"Sorry. Sometimes, I just can't help myself from thinking of your straight life before me."

"Life B.C. Arthit, was boring. Life A.D. Arthit is much more fun. I actually have something to look forward to everyday other than my next meeting." Kongpob gave Arthit his megawatt smile before taking a swig of his beer.

Arthit smiled, and took a swig of his own. They walked further down the street. They held onto each other, and squeezed around people to get through parts of the crowd.

They came across a gay strip bar where two men were dancing in thongs on a stage in the middle of the bar.

Kongpob and Arthit stood outside. "Do you wanna go in?" Kongpob asked.

"What? No, why would I?" Arthit frowned.

"Don't be so nervous. We are just tourists, and we won't do anything. This is not that different from me visiting Amsterdam. But if you are not comfortable, we don't have to." Kongpob shrugged his shoulders.

Arthit turned to peer inside, and then back at Kongpob. Maybe he is being too uptight. He really should learn how to let loose like Kongpob.

"Fine. But let's not stay too long. You know, just in case I fall for one of the hot guys on the stage." Arthit said with a wink of his own.

Kongpob shook his head, and stepped into the bar with Arthit. They found seats to the corner of the stage. They ordered a couple more beers, and watched the crowd and the dancers.

The two dancers danced erotically with each other, and then someone threw a few bills on the stage. They grinded against each other, and then one turned around to let the other dry hump him.

Kongpob found it all too amusing. Before going in, he was honestly curious about what his own body's reaction would be towards the scene in front of him, but apparently he had none. He just kept drinking.

Arthit was kind of shy the whole time. He would peek up, and then look back down at his drink. Every few seconds he would glance back up like he was afraid of being caught staring. The men on the stage was very hot indeed. He was starting to feel too warm in his seat. Maybe they should head back to the yacht now.

Then one foreigner a few seats down from them threw a few bills on the stage telling the dancer to show him his goods.

The dancer smiled seductively picking up the money. He then stood right in front of the foreigner, and bent over blowing a kiss before pulling his dick out. He swung it a few times before putting it back in his thong.

That's it. Kongpob had seen enough. It just feels weird to him. He stood up, and Arthit followed him out of the bar.

When they reached outside, Arthit grabbed Kongpob's hand.

"Kongpob, are you okay?" Arthit asked with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't want to see anyone else's dick except for yours." Kongpob gave a shy awkward smile.

"Hahaha....a dick scared you off?" Arthit laughed.

"I guess. I mean I see dicks at the gym, and I never pay attention to them, but that was just awkward in there." Kongpob said nervously. He doesn't know what this means, and he doesn't know what Arthit would think of his reaction.

"Good. I definitely won't have to worry about another man stealing you from me." Arthit continued to laugh.

Kongpob was relieved that Arthit didn't think anything negative. And he guessed, it's true that he is only attracted to one man only, only Arthit. They've only just began, and they still have so much to learn about each other.

They walked around more, enjoying the music and crowd. Much to Kongpob's surprise, Arthit was very attached to him. While they were watching an acrobat dancing, and twirling around a suspended ring, Arthit wrapped his arms around Kongpob's neck from the back, and rested his head on Kongpob's shoulder.

Kongpob took Arthit to the famous Tiger Disco Nightclub, teasing Arthit about letting his wild side out on the dance floor. Tiger Disco's first floor is entirely a huge bar with dancing entertainers. The two floors above are dance spaces with live music. The decor was colorful, wild, and elaborate.

After a few drinks, everybody let go of their inhibitions. Bodies were grinding against bodies. The two men were dancing in a sea of people. Arthit felt stranger's hands all over him while he was very much grinding his own body up against Kongpob's backside.

One moment his chest was plastered and moving along with Kongpob's back, and the next, someone turned him over to face the other way.

Kongpob was dancing with Arthit wrapped around him from the back. Arthit's hand was on his waist. In front of him was a group of women dancing and touching him. It was all innocent. Kongpob kept his hands to himself.

After a little while, Kongpob noticed Arthit's body missing from him, he found it strange. So he turned around to see what Arthit was doing.

He found Arthit dancing with a stranger that had one arm on his shoulder, and the other hand touching Arthit's face.

Kongpob smirked. He closed the three feet distance, and grabbed Arthit by his hips, pulling his back against his chest. He grinded his groin against Arthit's ass, and sucked on the side of Arthit's neck. Arthit's eyes closed, and moaned. The man in front of Arthit quickly moved away.

Arthit knew instantly who's lips were on him. Despite the heavy smell of alcohol and sweat perspiring around him, Kongpob's intoxicating scent prevails over them all. Arthit turned his face, and pulled Kongpob's mouth to meet his hungry one by grabbing a fistful of his hair. They devoured each other on the dance floor. Kongpob ran his hand up Arthit's torso under his shirt, feeling the heated bare skin underneath. Arthit kept one hand hooked to the back of Kongpob's neck, while his other one reached back grabbing Kongpob's ass possessively as they continued to grind their bodies, and tangoed with their tongues.

Anyone they were dancing with were instantly forgotten. In a sea of people, or just the two of them, it made no difference.

By the time the men made it back to the yacht, it was around 3 am. They were sleepy and exhausted. But instead of going back to their room, they laid outside on the open deck.

Arthit laid on Kongpob's chest, and they both fell asleep. About two hours later, the light of the rising sun woke Kongpob up.

Kongpob looked at Arthit sleeping on top of him with his mouth slightly parted, and a little drool on his shirt. He found Arthit adorable, and kissed the top of his head.

There's not enough hours in a day. The dreaded inevitable was about to happen. Kongpob sighed, and woke the sleepy head. The groggy man that's still a little hungover only grumpily stirred. He scrunched the shirt of the man underneath him whining.

"Arthit, look. The sun is rising."

Arthit slowly opened one eye to peek. It was too bright. Kongpob smiled, and cupped his hand over Arthit's eyes protecting him from the light. Arthit's eyes slowly fluttered open, and sat up lazily. Kongpob sat up too, and put his arm around Arthit's shoulder. He kissed Arthit's temple while they watched the sunrise.

"Arthit, I need to tell you something."