Hidden Gay Love for the Sepak Takraw Boy*
The entire story revolves around:
Aek (a 50-year-old civil servant who is gay but had to marry as a cover), married to Muay, a 30-year-old Chinese woman—fair-skinned, plump, ordinary-looking, very traditional, and almost completely inexperienced with real sex.
Aek can only force himself to have sex with his wife about once a month, and even then he finishes very quickly, always leaving her unsatisfied and hanging. This makes him feel guilty and genuinely want her to experience real pleasure.
One day, while supporting a sepak takraw event in a remote district, Aek meets Num, a 19-year-old sepak takraw player—ordinary-looking but with an athletic build, well-endowed, still a virgin, and extremely horny due to having no girlfriend.
Aek gradually becomes close to Num by helping with sports matters, buying him beers, and building a strong bond.
Let’s see how the relationship among the three (Aek, Muay, and Num) develops over more than a year—whether it ends in a happy resolution satisfying all three.
Scene: A remote district in Thailand
Chapter 1
Background: Why something like this could actually happen
Let me first give some background on the story so you can understand why something like this is possible—and why, for someone with urges like mine, doing these things isn’t really that difficult.
I’m fifty now, while my wife is approaching thirty. Why such a big age gap? It’s not complicated. Honestly, I never wanted to get married at all. As a high-salaried civil servant, finding a wife wouldn’t have been hard. My looks are decent—people even say I look younger than my age. But the reason is simple: I’m gay. I’m not attracted to women. The only reason I married was for social appearances. To put it bluntly, I needed a wife as a front.
My wife comes from a traditional Chinese family. After finishing high school, she had to leave school to help with the family business. That’s where I met her—at her shop. She was around 26–27 when we married. No men ever courted her, probably because she was always working. She’s fair-skinned and plump, though her face is quite ordinary—not ugly at all, just plain. Living at home selling goods every day didn’t give her much chance to meet men, and she’s naturally very proper and reserved.
I play sports and keep myself in good, masculine shape. I’ve never had anything with another man—at least not openly. During university I studied physical education, and no one ever suspected I was gay. Not even my wife knows. I force myself to sleep with her roughly once a month. I wait until I’m really desperate—usually going a full week without masturbating. Even then, when we’re in bed, she doesn’t climax at all. Because of her traditional upbringing, she just stays quiet and endures it. When we do it, she gets fully aroused, but I can only thrust a little before I finish, leaving her hanging every single time.
If I don’t initiate, she never suggests it. We just lie there separately. Part of me feels sorry for her, but I really can’t force myself any more than this.
Now I’ll tell you how I ended up getting involved with that sepak takraw boy from this remote district.
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I drove my pickup truck out from the district center along a paved road that gradually narrowed. It passed through lush green rice fields alternating with rubber plantations whose leaves were starting to change color with the shifting season. The distance was almost 40 kilometers from the district office to Ban Nong Khanam sub-district—one of the farthest in the area. Villages were scattered far apart, and electricity still hadn’t reached some spots.
I come here often because this sub-district’s sepak takraw court is the one I’m directly responsible for as part of my job. The team here has been at provincial champion level many times, especially thanks to one kid named Num.
Num had just turned 19. He’s nearly 180 cm tall, skin deeply tanned from daily sun exposure while farming and practicing takraw. He has the classic sepak takraw athlete’s body—muscular arms and legs, thick chest, broad shoulders, tight hips. His face is sharp and rugged in that authentic rural way: thick eyebrows, full lips, big sharp eyes. When he smiles, his bright white teeth flash across his whole mouth.
This kid is the team’s real hope. He jumps incredibly high, hits the ball hard, and has a straightforward personality—says whatever’s on his mind without filtering, full of that country-teen slang.
The first time I met Num, he came asking for a new team jersey at the court.
“Hello, P’ Aek!” He raised his hands in a wai (a Thai greeting to pay respect) and grinned wide. “The old jerseys are all torn up. Mine’s ripped across the chest and sides. Every time I jump you can see my nipples! Lol.” [ P' is a very common Thai honorific prefix used to address someone who is older than you, or considered senior in age or status. ]
I gave an awkward smile. My heart was pounding hard. The shirt he was wearing really was torn—a long rip from under his armpit down to his waist, exposing his firm, glossy tanned chest muscles shining with sweat. His dark brown nipples were clearly visible.
“Uh… sure, I’ll get new ones for everyone,” I replied, my voice shaking slightly.
After that, I started coming here more often—especially on practice days. I’d sit at the edge of the court, sometimes bringing sports drinks and fruit for the kids. But my eyes were always locked on Num.
He never noticed. When he leaped high to strike the ball, his tight takraw shorts stretched so much you could see his round, bouncing butt. Sweat dripped down his chest grooves, along his wide back. Sometimes he’d take off his shirt entirely, leaving just the shorts, running around and giving me a full view of his body.
I started getting closer to him, talking one-on-one more often. Sometimes I’d drive to pick him up at his house—a big old wooden stilt house in the middle of a rubber plantation.
Num’s family is poor—just his parents and two younger siblings. As the eldest son, he has to handle everything: farming and training.
One day after practice, it started pouring rain. All the other kids left. Only Num and I remained.
“P’ Aek, with this rain I can’t get home. My motorbike tire’s flat too,” he said, scratching his head.
I swallowed hard. “Then… get in the truck. I’ll drop you off.”
He climbed in beside me, completely soaked. His shirt clung to his body, making his erect nipples stand out clearly. The strong scent of a young man’s sweat hit my nose. I drove slowly, heart thumping.
Along the way, he started talking casually.
“P’ Aek, I’ve got a problem…” His tone became more serious.
“Go on.”
“I… I like this one girl, but she won’t play along at all.” He laughed shyly. “I asked her to do it with me once, but she said no, scared of getting pregnant. So I’ve been really frustrated.”
I smirked. “So have you fucked her yet?”
He burst out laughing. “Not yet, P’ Aek, I’ve never fucked anyone. My dick’s hard every day—I just jerk off. Lol.”
I nearly slammed on the brakes.
He continued, “I really want to try fucking for real at least once… like, finish right inside, feel how tight it is.”
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, hands trembling.
“What if… I find someone for you to fuck?” I asked in a hoarse voice.
He turned to look at me, eyes wide. “For real, P’? You can really find someone for me? A real woman—not just some quick fuck and done.”
I smiled. “For real… but it has to be a total secret. You can’t tell anyone.”
He grinned hugely. “Deal, Whatever you want me to do, I’m in—as long as I finally get to fuck. I want to cum deep inside a pussy at least once in my life!”
I turned the truck onto a shortcut, heading toward my government residence so Num could start getting familiar with my wife, Muay.
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On the night of Num’s 19th birthday, I went all out.
I told him in advance: “This year for your birthday, I’m throwing something special. Come to my house. You don’t have to go back—you can stay over.”
He was thrilled. “Seriously, Awesome! My house is so far anyway.”
I prepared everything:
- The master bedroom at my government residence—cleaned spotless, fresh white sheets.
- Plenty of cold beer stocked in the fridge.
- Whiskey, soda, and ice ready.
- Air conditioning cranked, lights dimmed.
- Most importantly… my wife Muay. I told her to shower and dress up nicely—in the new cream-colored thin satin nightdress I bought her. It had a slightly low neckline and tight short shorts that clearly showed off her plump, fair, bouncy ass. I told her, “Tonight you’re going to feel pleasure you’ll never forget.”
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I had already talked to Muay beforehand. My wife hadn’t received any real sexual satisfaction from me in a very long time. That night, after I finished foreplay with her, I let her see my limp, useless cock and explained that I now lose sexual feeling much faster than other men—carefully avoiding any mention of being gay. Sometimes not knowing is better; it avoids a lot of complications. But I assured her not to worry, because there was a way for her to experience real sexual pleasure from a man who could give it to her better than I ever could. She just had to follow my instructions exactly.
At first she refused—said it was too shameful. But I persuaded her in every way I could. Num had already been to our house before; she knew him and had chatted with him a little. Combined with her own pent-up sexual needs, in the end lust won out. She agreed. I still emphasized that she had to do exactly what I said. If she secretly did anything on her own, I wouldn’t allow it.
*This story was written in Thai language by me (Straightlover) and translated into English by AI
