Date: Sun, 9 Aug 2015 18:06:35 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy - Chapter 10

This is a gay, erotic fantasy novel about a relationship between a gay
adult man and a gay male youth. It's written for my own entertainment
and it's purely fictional. Enjoy!

..................Continued from Chapter 9............

Good. I can't wait to see what you show me next." And he made a playful
grab for my cock.

"All in good time, Boy. Let's not rush. There's no hurry to finish your
lessons. You can relax and enjoy them."

"Mmmm, I'm going to."

"And every boy growing up should remember: your teacher knows best."

"Yes, of course, sir."

"Or maybe you want that to be: your father knows best," as I patted his
back paternally.

"Oh, Yesss ... I'm willing to do whatever you want ... Teacher ... Dad."
And he gave me a big hug as we stood there in the water.

"Come on then, Boy. I think he's time we got our things together, find a
café for a drink, and started for home. It's been a great weekend of fun."


CHAPTER 10

As I drove back to Bangkok and my home in the apartment, Boy dozed on the
front seat. We'd enjoyed a lot of sun and sea over the weekend, and it was
no surprise he was tired; I guessed the amount of sex he'd enjoyed had
contributed as well. As he slept, his hand rested on my thigh, as if he
wanted to retain contact with me.

As we approached the condo building he woke up and asked me to stop at the
market. "I want to get some food for dinner for us."

Later we unpacked the car. He took the food into the kitchen and put his
own bag into his small bedroom. I moved into my room and decided to take a
shower to freshen up after the drive. When I came out again, Boy was making
supper.

"Can you put some rice in the rice cooker?" he asked.

"What are we having?"

"I'm making some spicy soup – and look, I got some big fat spicy sausage
too. They remind me of you."

I made to give him a swipe with my hand, and we both laughed easily at the
joke.

We ate dinner together in the living room with a film playing on the TV.

"Thank you for taking me away this weekend, Tom. I just want you to know
that I had a really good time. I hope we can do it again sometime."

"I'm glad you liked it so much. When you asked me last week, I was worried
you might get bored. It was real fun having you along. You were the perfect
companion."

"And you were the perfect teacher. With the perfect body too."

I squeezed his leg on the sofa next to me. "Thank you, young man. You
certainly know how to make a man feel good." I stroked the top of his head,
and let my hand rest across his shoulder.

"Well you made me feel very good. I think I will be dreaming of that
tonight."

We were both feeling tired after the excitement of the weekend.
Half-an-hour later Boy cleared up the dishes and took himself off to his
room. I heard him talking on his phone, probably to his mother.

I stood up, switched of the TV and the lights and retired to my bedroom.
"Good night, Boy," I said as I walked past his room, "See you in the
morning." I cleaned my teeth, undressed and slipped under the sheet. Within
ten minutes I must have been fast asleep, images of the weekend slowly
circulating through my mind.



It was dark outside and I couldn't immediately tell whether I was still
dreaming or whether something was happening for real. I was still lying in
my own bed, yet something warm was holding my cock. I stirred and rolled
slightly from my side onto my back. There was something – someone – behind
me: the warmth of another body in the bed.

"Boy, is that you?"

"Mmm. Who else were you expecting?" he replied quietly.

I turned back onto my side. He snuggled in behind me. His hand went back to
just holding the thickness of my cock. I could tell that he was naked in
the bed.

"That feels nice," I said dreamily, "but let's just sleep tonight."

"OK teacher. You need your beauty sleep." And I drifted back into a warm,
embracing sleep full of pleasant thoughts, sensations and images.



When I woke in the morning, the bed was still warm but empty. The curtains
were slightly opened and a gentle sunlight was filtering across the bed. I
moved onto my back. There was a smell of coffee coming from outside the
room and the shower was running in the guest bathroom. Boy must be
up-and-about getting ready for another day.

I pushed the sheet back, looked down at my body, and remembered some of the
weekend action. An arousal was stirred. I couldn't remember what I had on
that day without consulting my diary, so I needed to get up and check
things out. I walked into the en-suite bathroom, peed, shaved, and stepped
into the shower. I let the water cascade onto me and used plenty of shower
gel to freshen myself. After five minutes I turned off the water, stepped
out, towelled off and found some shorts to wear.

"Good morning my little sleep-walker," I said, as I stepped out of the
bedroom door and into the living room.

"Hey, big teacher," he replied, smiling from the breakfast bar, "Your
breakfast is almost ready."

I laughed and walked towards him across the room. He was wearing a
loose-fitting t-shirt as he worked on the other side of the breakfast bar.
He grinned, and walked out from behind the bar towards me. That's when I
realised that's all he was wearing. No jeans this morning, no shorts, no
pants. I caught sight of his soft cockhead just below the hem of the
t-shirt as he approached and gave me a hug. My hands held him around his
back and then, with a will of their own, slipped down to hold his naked
backside.

"I hope I didn't wake you last night," Boy said.

"Hmmm, I don't remember much about last night – just some nice dreams," I
replied. My hands fondled his butt cheeks. Boy's head rested against my
chest. I kissed the top of his head.

"Are you OK this morning, after our weekend together?"

"Yes, I feel great. Is it OK if I wear my tee-shirt like this?"

"Sure. If you're comfortable. It makes you look great. Perhaps you should
keep some shorts near the door in case someone calls unexpectedly."

"It feels great to wear fewer clothes. I think you liked to be nude around
the apartment before I started working here, Tom? We could never do this in
our family. Everyone always has to be dressed. We never see each other
without clothes on – not at home, nor at school. I think the freedom will
feel good for me.

I moved my hands across his butt as he hugged me. I loved the feel of his
soft, smooth skin. I let my fingers run up his crack softly and playfully.
He really did have a perfect boy's rounded ass.

"Mmm, it's so nice when you touch me, Tom."

I could see that this might quickly develop into  another serious sex
session. "How about some breakfast then?" I asked, to change the mood.

"It's mostly on the table," he replied, moving away, his cock jutting
forward from beneath the hem of his tee-shirt. "I'll get the drinks and
some milk for you."

"Thank you. You're wonderful – you know that.

He turned and gave me his cute smile. We shared some breakfast and then Boy
started to clear up. My eyes kept being drawn to his half-naked body. I
checked my diary and discovered I had some appointments in town that
morning. I went to get dressed and find the papers that I would need. As I
left the apartment half-an-hour later, Boy was getting dressed himself
before going out for some shopping.  "See you later, beautiful," I said
through his door as I left.



It took me longer than I'd expected to complete the appointments and visit
the bank. I stayed out for some lunch at a local restaurant. It was
mid-afternoon when I get home again, and the apartment was empty. I changed
into my shorts and went through into the living room to relax.

Boy returned an hour or so later. He dumped several bags of food onto the
breakfast bar, smiled at me, and disappeared into his bedroom. He
reappeared shortly afterwards with a towel around his waist and went into
the bathroom to shower, commenting on how hot it was outside. I continued
to read and relax.

After a few minutes Boy reappeared after his shower. This time the towel
had disappeared. He walked down the corridor and into the living room nude.
I couldn't help but notice his mid-brown coloured smooth Asian body, with
everything on display.

"It's hot today," he said, walking past me, "Don't you feel hot, Tom?"

"You can put the air-con on if you like."

"Oh, I think I'd prefer to be like this, thanks. What do you think, Tom? Is
it OK if I sometimes take my clothes off in the apartment – when there's
no-one else here – except you, of course? I don't think anyone can see in
the windows up here."

"Yes, Boy, if you feel comfortable naked.  And you look very sexy like
that. I don't mind you being naked. I used to walk around nude myself
before you arrived. I can enjoy looking at your beautiful body."

"At home with mum, I could never do this. No-one ever sees you without
clothes here. But I like the feeling. It feels very free." Boy gave his
cock a little pull and swing to demonstrate the sense of freedom. Then he
twirled around, making it swing even more. "What do you think, Tom?"

"You look really good. You don't need to put your clothes on for me. You're
a beautiful sight. Turn around again, more slowly this time."

He walked around the living room, turning to face in different directions,
seemingly quite unselfconscious.

"Mmmm, Boy. Nice body, nice chest, nice cock, nice thighs, nice butt, nice
face."

"Thank you!"  He came and stood in front of me. I wanted to reach out and
touch his sweet-smelling cock dangling before me. "What about you, Tom? Do
you want to be naked in the apartment with me too?"

Was this an invitation for more sex. He was certainly one very sexy teenage
boy. And he was making himself very available. His cock was soft yet
slightly enlarged from the display.

"Yes, I will. Maybe a little later. I like being nude too when it's hot
like this."

"Shall I make us both some cold drinks?" he asked, walking over to the
fridge.

I watched his very sexy butt as he walked away, remembering how I had
stroked his cheeks and his crack when we'd been at the beach resort. I was
aware how attractive his pert backside was, and how much I had enjoyed
playing with it.

"Do you really want me to show you some more stuff, Boy?" I asked, as he
poured two soft drinks and added some ice from the freezer.

He looked up swiftly. "Yes! I really do want you to show me more stuff, and
teach me ... like a proper grown-up teacher. Please! What do you want to show
me today?"  He walked quickly back with the drinks until he was standing
before me again, holding out a glass, and with all his tackle very much on
show.

"Ok, then, wait here a moment whilst I fetch something." I walked back to
my bedroom and opened a drawer in the bedside chest to remove something.

"Shall I come with you?"

"No need. Just wait there."

I returned and sat down again in the chair.

He looked at me with excited eyes trying to guess what was going to happen.
"What have you got for me, Mister?"

"Come and stand in front of me." I had another close up view of his  smooth
thighs, his plum-like smooth, rounded balls, and his teenage cock – now
slightly swollen – still hanging over his balls and surrounded by dark
pubic hair. I raised my hands to lift his cock and balls. Then I slid the
leather strap behind his balls and brought the ends around either side
before pushing one end through the buckle on the other and fastening the
complete strap around his genitals. The immediate effect was to lift his
balls away from his thighs. And with the slight constriction of the
fastened strap, his cock was now pointing forward and visibly swelling.

"It's called a `cock-strap' Boy. You can tie it around your cock and balls
like I just did when you're soft – but don't make it too tight. Or, you can
just fasten it around the base of your dick. You can see that it makes
everything stand out much more."

"I want to see. Let me go and look in the mirror." And he ran off to the
bathroom, his cock swinging wildly from side to side in the leather strap.
I followed him to the bathroom, and watched as he admired himself in the
mirror, turning from side to side to check all the angles. I sat on the
edge of the bath to watch his pleasure.

"Wow, it feels so good. And it makes me look bigger." He was definitely
getting bigger as his erection got stronger.

"As you get harder, the strap will feel tighter around you. That's why you
should put it on when you're soft, and not pull it too tight to begin with.
The blood is filling your cock as you get harder, but it can't get out
again so easily because of the strap. So it makes you stay harder for
longer."

As he became increasingly aroused, Boy's constrained cock had to point
directly out from his body. His helmet pushed out and his hand moved
automatically to grasp his length.

"It feels so solid," and he turned to show me, stroking himself hard.

"Let teacher have a look then."  I cupped his balls in my hand and used the
other the remove his hand. "Let me check it's not too tight on you." I felt
the base of his firm cock and around his testicles. "How does it feel now?"

"Hot, mister." He pushed his rod towards me as I sat on the side of the
bath. My hand kept playing with his balls and root, fingering the base of
his crack. His excitement was obvious; he wanted to wank himself hard. I
lowered my head onto him and took his helmet into my mouth, lips and tongue
playing with his withdrawn foreskin. His hand went back to stroking himself
fast.

"Ah, Mister Teacher, keep doing that to me. I'm so hard. Suck me. Feel me
there. I want to shoot in you."

His excitement was building quickly. With my other hand I reached around to
his ass and pulled him into my mouth, fondling between his legs with both
hands. I slid up and down his cock as he pumped himself furiously. It
didn't take long. He sent a jet of cum into my mouth, quickly followed by
another. I relaxed my grip on him and slowed my mouth as he slackened the
pace. His dick remained swollen with the cock-strap keeping him hard. As he
withdrew from my mouth, there were two or three late pumps of jism that
oozed from his cockhead and dropped into my lap, landing on my shorts.

He looked down at his spent cock as it released the last of his cum. "I
can't believe my size. I've never been this big." He took hold of himself
again, as if to measure his length. "That was a great new lesson. Can I
keep wearing this, Mister Teacher?"

"Sure you can. But not for too long. You need to let your cock recover
sometimes and the blood return to normal."

He looked down again at his blood-filled cock still pushed outwards by the
strap. "Oh, sorry, Mister – you've got some of my cum on your shorts." He
bent down as if to scoop the drops off with his finger. "I know – why don't
you take your shorts off too, then we can both be the same?"

I stood up and undid the button and zip on the shorts as he watched me.
They dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. I was commando-style
beneath. Boy reached forward to take hold of my member. "Mmmm. And I like
looking at you like this too," he said, imitating my earlier remarks, "So
good-looking."

I smiled and hugged him. "Thank you, beautiful boy."

"And don't you think that Teacher should show off how to wear this strap
next time, and demonstrate how it works?"

"Yeah, maybe. I probably need the next size up."

"Yeah, I think you do. And I like my big teacher just like this."

"Well, teacher likes being naked around his home too. Let me tell you then.
You've got a Grade A for your lesson this afternoon. Don't forget to keep
practicing on your own. Now what about those cold drinks you were getting
us?"

My student gave me another of his amazing smiles.



................. to be continued in Chapter 11

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