We became good friends with the owners of the little restaurant in the South East Asian village we moved to. The man is also the chef and he is a very good cook. He is always very welcoming, always makes jokes and says to me that I am very handsome. Also he always touches me. I thought that was just the way things go here, laughed at it, did the same things in return.
A while ago a friend from Europe stayed with us, and after we had a meal in the restaurant she said: "what a lovely gay is that chef." I was astonished, because I'd never looked at him that way. But I had to admit she could very well be right about it.
This morning I was alone and used that privacy to make a juicy photoshoot and a video of "the making of". Of course it turned me on, and when later in the afternoon I had to go to town for some errands, that feeling was still there. Normally I change my lungi for decent trousers and shirt, but today I put on typical local style pants. A one size fits all, very wide style, with a rope that you tie around your waist. Very thin fabric, so with backlight people can look through it. The few times I wore it outside our own property, I also wore underpants, but today I did not.
