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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Anurak's passionate grunts filled the room. His seed, white, thick, and slimy, spurted all over King's big hands, then got spread all over his dick as King continued to wank him vigorously. He didn't stop until the jerking stopped. He then kissed Anurak again. First on the lips, then on the forehead. 


Mortified and not knowing what to do next, Anurak wanted to get out of King's hands. 


“Stay put," King whispered. He then grabbed some tissues from a box on the table and started cleaning him up. 


“I will do it myself." Anurak tried to get up again. 


King gave him a stern look that had him relaxing and giving up on snatching the tissue. He watched with confusion and shame as King took his time, wiping off his sperm from his dick. After that, King helped him adjust his pants, then buckled his belt, looking all serious and focused. 


After that, King sat down, spread out his legs, and relaxed on the sofa. 


It's My Turn