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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Hearing it, the boy couldn't refuse. He became docile, resting his head on King's exposed chest, listening to the rhythm of his wild heart. It was echoing his own, and drowning him at a speed he couldn't handle. 


Subconsciously, Anurak sneaked his hands around King and adjusted his position. Now his shoulder was buried under King’s armpit and half of his body was lying on King's chest. It felt so perfect. 


Though his brain was telling him to get up and run, his desires made him dizzy. The urge to surrender was too strong and it soon drowned out the voice of reason. Just holding each other, their breathing was in sync. 


Then, King started moving his hand, up and down Anurak's small back. Maybe he knew, maybe he didn't, but he was setting everything on fire and Anurak could only bear it. 


Cum for me