When Anurak was young, his father became a toyboy for a gang leader and even abandoned his family for another woman. 

His mother died when he was 10. But before her death, she planted some notions in his mind. 
Notions that gay men are husband snatchers and evil.
Notions that a true man can only depend on himself.
Notions that a man can only love one woman. 
These notions turned Anurak into an overly sensitive young boy, who would rather suffer in silence than ask for help. 

Because he didn't want to disappoint his late mother, he tried his best to adhere to her principles. 

Everything was fine until he entered the university. 
First, gaymen lurked everywhere he turned to and the sight of them made it very hard for him to keep ignoring his true feelings. 

Then his girlfriend broke up with him and the only man who made him tempted enough to break his principles decided to force things...

Anurak, Let Me Love You

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Wearing a white, loosely knitted, see-through, long sleeve, turtleneck sweater over a body-hugging lateral, short-sleeve shirt, Anurak stepped out of his bedroom and stunned King, who felt his jaws hitting the floor the moment he saw him. 


He had the shirt tucked into black, body-fitting leather pants, while the sweater was overlapping, stopping right in his crotch. His feet were adorned with a pair of two-inch-high black cowboy boots that reached just below his calves. 


To complete the look, he wore a body-length, black, button-down leather cowboy Jacket that was a complete set with the pants. Because he didn't bother with his self-care for a long time, his usually short hair had grown out and was long enough for him to pack the upper half into a bun. He wrapped the small bun with a beaded silver chain and lightly gelled the lower half, matting it to his scalp. 


You look Chic!