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

King moved closer and stopped with just a few feet between them. 


“What's wrong, Angel? You look hot. Are you okay?" 


“Chai, Phi. I am fine." Anurak nodded, then turned away, trying to leave the cabin. 


King was asking if something was wrong with him, but the smile on his face showed that he was not worried. He looked rather amused, making Anurak wary. 


King's soft voice reached his ears from behind and another whiplash of pleasure coursed through his body. 


Now at the gunwale of the yacht, Anurak was luckily holding the railing when the sharp sensations hit him. His grip on the railing tightened and his body trembled. He bit down on his lower lip and clasped his thighs together. His dick was as taut as a bowstring. 


Last Line of Defense