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

Covered in hickies, Anurak stood in front of the bathroom mirror staring at himself. As the things happening for the past three days crossed his mind, he couldn't stop his body from shivering. His dick twitched and he bit down on his lips, swallowing the moan in his throat. Right then, a burst of disgust followed, making him flinch. His dick immediately shrunk in. 


Yesterday, after the voracious sex by the pool, at night, they had sex. At dawn, Anurak woke up to King working some lube into his hole. He was fucked until sunrise and it was blissful. 


When he woke up a few minutes ago, King was not in the room but left a note instructing him to take his bath and come downstairs for breakfast. Left to him, Anurak would have slept in. He wouldn't mind having one or two more rounds. Despite how rough King was, Anurak didn't feel as much pain as before and he seemingly couldn't stop relieving the sensational orgasm he had experienced back to back. 


Meeting Master Ken