Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2015 21:05:55 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy - Chapter 12

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 11 ......................

"I'm cumming."

I felt and watched a string a cum fountain out of me and land back on Boy's
cock and my fist. Almost immediately, he shot his load, with bursts of jism
landing on his chest and abdomen, with more on my fist.

We both slowed the pace and gradually came to rest, breathing heavily,
without speaking. After a minute or two, I scooped up some cum and brought
it to my mouth. I then offered him some and he licked my fingers. After
another minute he squirmed around onto his belly and looked down into my
face.

"How did I do with that lesson, Teacher?"

"Excellent. Just keep practicing." I kissed him on the lips. "You're a
brilliant student."

"How about a shower to clean up the mess, and then you wanted to help me
with dinner?"


CHAPTER 12

Boy's mother went away to visit her sister early the following week, and
Nut came to stay at the apartment. Boy had made a big effort to tidy the
apartment, cleaning the windows and the tiles and all the porcelain. He'd
asked me if I would buy some foods that his brother especially liked – a
mixture of both western and Asian foods. There were also several bottles of
fizzy drinks, plenty of snack foods, and some biscuits. We weren't going to
starve over the next few days. It was like Boy wanted to impress his
brother and put on a good show. I watched with amusement. If Nut was like
most boys I knew, he would be leaving things out all over the place, and
everything soon would be a mess. Still, I knew that Asians liked things to
be clean and respectable, so maybe this was all necessary. Or maybe Boy
just wanted to show Nut how much he'd grown up and become responsible since
working for me.

He and I had discussed where Nut should sleep. There were three bedrooms in
the apartment. My master bedroom and en-suite bathroom. The guest bedroom
which used the house bathroom. And a third smaller room that Boy had been
using – before he started coming into my bed – and which he still used for
his clothes and the other gear he'd brought with him. Boy didn't want to
give him the guest bedroom. He felt Nut would prefer something smaller and
would want to be closer to him; they'd shared a bedroom at home for years,
they liked to talk together, and it would be less scary for Nut when he was
staying in an unfamiliar place.

I was fine with this arrangement. "So, you're going to share the bedroom
with Nut whilst he's here?" I enquired.

"Yes, maybe. That's what he'll expect."

"Oh good, maybe I'll get some sleep for a few nights," I joked.

Boy punched me playfully. "We'll still have plenty of time when he's out
working at the restaurant. And I might sneak back in to your room when he's
asleep for a few hours."

We talked about nudity and clothing, and agreed that we would both stay
covered up when Nut was around.  "Unless he takes his kit off," added Boy.

"I don't think that's very likely – unless you bribe him," I responded.

We drove over to his mother's house on Monday to collect Nut and his bag.
I'd met his mother before and she was always very friendly and polite
towards me. I had no idea what she might be thinking was happening with Boy
as he worked for me. I'm sure she appreciated the extra money that Boy was
able to bring into the household.

Nut was waiting for us in a pair of torn jeans, a yellow and green
tee-shirt, and a baseball cap. I'm sure he was clean, but he just looked
scruffy. Probably the current boy-fashion, I thought. We put his pack into
the boot and climbed into the car, after wishing his mother an enjoyable
few days away.

Nut arrived with a backpack of his stuff.  A few spare clothes, I guessed,
and some things to wear for work. Boy showed him where to put it in his
bedroom.  After that, Boy tidied up the kitchen (again!) and made everyone
a drink. He showed Nut all over the apartment, which didn't take long,
pointing out my bedroom but not taking him in there. The whole place was
much bigger than their traditional village house, although I didn't have
any accompanying land or garden outside. "Nowhere to keep chickens," Boy
had pointed out before. Nut liked the balconies and stood out there to look
at the view and spot landmarks in town.

I decided to clear out of the way for a time and let Nut settle in on his
own terms without having to be polite and careful around me. I went into
town for some lunch, and then continued with some shopping and a visit to
some other ex-pat friends.

It was late afternoon when I returned home. Both boys were in the apartment
but only Boy was visible.

"Where's Nut?" I asked.

"He's having a shower and then he's going to get changed for his first
evening at the restaurant."

Sure enough, I heard the bathroom door open and a few minutes later Nut
appeared in the living room. The restaurant where he was to work in the
holidays was reasonably smart. I'd wondered if they would provide him with
a uniform, but it seemed unlikely. It was smart, but not that smart. Nut
said that some of the waiters worn jeans to work, but most of his jeans
were too old or their style was too faded and worn. I guess they'd all had
had use in his everyday rough-and-tumble boy lifestyle.

So he appeared before us wearing a version of his school clothing. The
baseball cap was gone. In its place was an unruly head of black hair,
longer than most kids were wearing it. The fringe at the front came over
his forehead. At the side, the hair was long enough to cover the top of his
ears. It was thick and he'd made an attempt to comb it. Beneath the hair
appeared a newly-revealed, angelic boy face which was scrubbed and tidy.
Nut seemed unsure whether to smile or appear more surly in an appearance
which was so clearly different to what he preferred. In the end, he just
stood there as we looked him over. He wore a standard white short-sleeved
shirt with a little collar and some buttons. His black, school belt tight
around his slim waist, held up a pair of dark trousers. These might have
been school-wear or from some other kind of uniform. The legs were slim and
tapered, showing off his body structure, whilst the upper part was
stretched tight across his hips and backside. The hem of his underwear was
just outlined in the tight fabric. His overall smartness was rather let
down by a pair of mis-matched socks disappearing into some scuffed trainers.

"I might not recognise you as my brother," commented Boy.

"You look very presentable, Nut, and just right for a smart restaurant," I
added, as Boy translated.

Nut smiled awkwardly and spoke to his brother. Boy went to fetch his
motorbike key and offered to drive Nut to work on his first evening. As
they turned and left the apartment together, my eyes were focused on Nut's
cute ass within the stretched backside of his trousers. He definitely had
Boy's looks there – just a slightly smaller version of the same butt.

Boy returned twenty minutes later and reported that Nut had reported for
work and been assigned to one of the experienced, older waiters who would
show him what to do. He'd looked neater than most of the other staff. The
restaurant was beginning to fill up with people going home from work, so it
was likely to be a busy night. He might get home around 10.30pm when most
places had closed up for the night.

Boy and I sat up watching TV. We wanted to be around when Nut returned to
check everything was OK with him. We sat close together flicking channels
and touching each other from time to time. We were both conscious that
having Nut in the apartment for a few days was changing the dynamic between
us.

I'd given Nut a key to let himself back into the building and the
apartment, and he re-appeared around the time Boy had predicted. His shirt
was no longer the same clean white colour. He disappeared into his bedroom
and came back out wearing a ripped tee-shirt and some long shorts looking a
lot more comfortable. He and Boy sat talking together for some time. Nut
was more animated and talkative than I'd seen him before. Evidently there
was a lot to report about his first work experience. Twenty minutes later,
Nut stood up, stretched, and retired to their bedroom. He came back out
with a towel, and without his tee-shirt, to take a shower, and then went to
bed, closing the door behind him.

Boy told me that he'd been waiting on the tables, serving food to the
customers and clearing away plates, and then later he'd been washing plates
and pans in the kitchens. He'd been given a couple of drinks, but there had
been no real breaks. He'd gone to bed because he was physically tired.

Boy said he would also go to bed so that Nut was not alone. We stood and
kissed each other. I rubbed my hands down his back and over his backside,
suddenly missing the familiar intimacy between us. Boy said he would miss
curling up with me in the big bed, and touching me.

I went to my room and took a long shower. I left the curtains ajar as I
liked the soft night lights and got in beneath the sheet. I lay there
listening to the quiet sounds of the city outside filtered through the
windows. I strained to hear anything from the third bedroom, but all was
quiet. I gradually fell into a pleasant sleep alone.



Some hours must have passed before I was awoken by a movement on the bed. A
hand reached out and rested on my hip. I turned over and looked at Boy who
was lying next to me. He leaned towards me and moved in, chest to chest.

"Hey, what about Nut?" I asked.

"Sshhh, not so loud. I don't want him to wake up. It felt different in that
room. I missed having your body near me, Tom."  He reached down and took
hold of me, and started playing.

"I thought you wanted no noise. But I missed you too. It's only for a few
days though."

"Can I just stay for a bit? I'll go back to the bedroom before he wakes
up," he whispered.

We cuddled in to each other, holding and stroking gently. I kissed his
forehead. "OK, but not for long then."



So much for good intentions. When I woke next, daylight was falling across
the bed from the windows and Boy was still lying asleep next to me in the
bed. Some noise had woken me, and I looked up to see Nut standing in the
doorway wearing his ripped tee-shirt and some briefs. His hair was tousled
and there was sleep in his eyes still. He was watching us.

I looked at the bedside clock to check that it was waking up time. Then I
shook Boy's shoulders.

"Hey, Boy, your brother is awake already, and standing at the door."

"Uhh," he mouthed, still asleep. Then he raised himself on one elbow and
looked to the door. He grinned at his brother and started talking with him.
Most of the conversation was coming from Boy, with just a few responses
from Nut. Nut didn't seem too concerned; just somewhat confused by the
unexpected discovery of being on his own in one bed, and his brother
de-camped to another. They chatted for another couple of minutes and I
struggled to follow the conversation, but it was all good-humoured, and
no-one seemed embarrassed or upset. Eventually, Boy waved his brother to
come into the room and pushed back the sheet on his side of the bed as an
invitation to Nut to get into this bed. Nut looked across at me as if to
check my reaction, and then walked quietly across and slid in beside his
brother, turning away from us as he did.

Boy moved behind Nut and gave him a fraternal cuddle of reassurance. Nut
relaxed a bit, and moved to lie on his back, his head resting on the
pillows.

Boy turned back to me. "I told him everything was OK, and that sometimes
you and I slept in the same bed, just like he and I did at home. That it
felt good to be close to someone else when you're sleeping. I told him
about the thunderstorm when I was scared on my own, and how you'd let me
sleep here with you and how it felt safer together."

"And what did he say? Didn't he think it was unusual for you to be with me?"

"He's shared a bed with me at mum's house for a long time. He says he feels
lonely now that I've moved out to stay here. I think maybe he misses me
being around. And he's growing up now. He knows about sex, and everyone
knows about men playing around with local kids in the tourist cities here.
He doesn't seem surprised or shocked or anything."

"I see," I said, thinking.

"And he asked, if I'm going to sleep in your bed again tonight, could he
come here too because he doesn't want to be on his own."

I looked past Boy at Nut lying on the other side of the bed. I guessed he
probably understood more of our conversation in English than I had realised
previously. He was looking at me with his eyes and his cute face. I had a
mental image of him standing in his restaurant clothes last night, showing
his slim tight body. The memory was stirring me.

"What do you want? He's your brother. And I feel kind-of responsible for
him a bit whilst he's here?" I asked Boy.

"Well, it's OK by me. I'm used to sharing a bed with Nut. And this is a big
bed. But it's up to you – Teacher - really." Now he was teasing me. "I
think you'd like it – I mean, having him in the same bed!" And he moved his
hand to hold my thickening cock beneath the bed-cover.

Boy looked at his brother and smiled, saying something in a local dialect
before I'd had time to reply. Nut gave a big grin, squirmed in the bed, and
looked very happy.

"That's settled then," said Boy as he turned back to me, "And now I'm
desperate for a pee."

He was in the middle of the bed, so to get out he had to climb over either
me or Nut. He chose his brother. I realised Boy was naked; he must have
taken off his pants when he moved beds in the night. Not only naked, but
also very erect – though whether from the conversation about Nut, or from
his full morning bladder, I couldn't tell.

There was no way Nut could avoid seeing it as Boy stretched across him to
reach the floor. In fact, Boy's cock may have brushed him as he climbed
over his brother. He walked unselfconsciously across the bedroom and into
the bathroom as we both watched his cute butt. As the door was half-closed,
Nut and I looked at each other; we both smiled, and then Nut laughed with
pleasure. I noticed his hand move down to touch himself. We both heard the
long sound of Boy peeing into the toilet. After washing his hands, he
reappeared, walking back to the bed, with his cock more than half-hard.
This time he climbed in over my body. He rolled over me, making sure that
his semi-erection had a prolonged contact with my abdomen, and that his
brother would notice it. Nut stared at us both, and touched himself again.

There was little chance of any more sleep after all this. I needed to
relieve myself too. `What the hell,' I thought, as I pushed back the covers
and stood up. I knew that both boys were watching me. I tried to walk
nonchalantly across the floor, my thickened cock and hung balls swinging
before me; I couldn't carry it off with the same ease as Boy. I made it to
the bathroom and pushed the door to, knowing that Nut had certainly had a
big eye-full of male, western cock. If he'd never seen fully mature,
masculine genitalia before, he had now.

I couldn't trust myself to reverse the walk of exposure as my erection had
continued to strengthen following such exhibitionism in the presence of the
cute, young teenager. I turned on the taps and gave myself a long cooling
shower and a shave before wrapping a towel around my waist to emerge after
ten minutes. The bedroom was empty of boys.

I found a pair of clean, fresh shorts in my wardrobe and stepped into them
before walking out of the bedroom and into the living room. Both boys were
there preparing breakfast and laying out the table. They looked up as I
walked in, and smiled a welcome. Boy had been naked in the bed, but now he
was half-clothed: he'd found a baggy tee-shirt which covered his upper
half. As he moved around, the tee-shirt waved around him. His gorgeous butt
was half-visible; his cock-head peeped out beneath the front at times as he
turned around. Nut seemed to be wearing the same outfit that he'd slept in.
The ripped tee-shirt still hung from his shoulders over his slim frame. The
boy-briefs covered below, leaving his thighs, legs and feet fully exposed.
This might not be the casual nudity that Boy and I had been living in
recent weeks, but I could certainly live with the prospect of two very
attractive boys dressing like this around the apartment for the next few
days. The mood in the room after the earlier bed-share seemed light. I
didn't know what Boy and Nut might have been saying to each other whilst I
showered, but there was no tension. Nut in particular seemed more relaxed
than I'd ever seen him. Boy poured me some coffee and I sat down at the
table to eat breakfast with the two teenagers. Boy sat across the table
from me with his meal. Nut slid in beside me on the bench until he was
close. His knee seemed to rest or touch against my shorts at times, and he
made no effort to move further away. We chatted together, without any
reference to the sleeping arrangements, until the boys got up to clear away
and started making plans for their day.

I had some paperwork to sort and complete that day, and settled down for a
day in front of the laptop. Boy offered to go out with his brother. The two
of them spent some time on their phones and then went to their bedroom to
put on some clothes before setting out. I guessed they were going somewhere
on Boy's motorcycle. The apartment was quiet for a few hours. I enjoyed a
day to myself and found some time to relax in the sun on the balcony.

The boys returned in mid-afternoon. They were chatting away and seemed to
have enjoyed their trip. Both boys slipped back into the same semi-clothed
state they'd been in at breakfast. Very nice! Around 4.30, Nut needed to
start getting ready to go out to the restaurant for his evening duties. He
disappeared into the bathroom for a shower and to freshen up. When he
reappeared fifteen minutes later, he was wearing just a clean pair of boys'
briefs. He gave an armful of dirty clothes to Boy for the laundry. Without
his customary over-large clothes, his youthful body looked quite slim. His
chest, arms and legs were entirely hairless, of course. The briefs clung to
his hips and ass, the elastic holding to his upper thighs. The bulge at the
front was nicely filled-out for a boy of his age, without giving away too
much. He stayed around in the living room for a few minutes chatting to Boy
as he gave us both a good chance to look over his body. Eventually, Boy
must have reminded him of the time and the need to get ready for his work;
he gave him a playful slap on the butt as he turned to walk away. Five
minutes later, Nut reappeared from his room dressed again in a white shirt
and dark school-trousers, with his trademark scruffy trainers. Boy took him
downstairs and gave him a lift to the restaurant.

As Boy and I sat down to a meal later that evening, I asked him how his
brother was doing, whether he was comfortable here, and what he'd said
about his stay at the apartment.

"He's OK I think. This is certainly the first time he's been working. And
probably one of the few times he's stayed away from our home. He's been on
school camps before with his friends, but this is quite different. It's
easier for him knowing that I'm here."

"It's great that you're spending good time with him, and taking care of
him."

"Mmm. A bit like you're taking care of me," he giggled.

"Well, I don't think that's quite the same ... and you did desert him in the
bedroom last night when you left him on his own."

"He asked me again on the way to work if I was going to be sleeping in the
same bed with you tonight, and whether he could sleep there too."

"What do you want Boy? If you're happy for Nut to do that, then that's fine
with me," I replied.

"Good. We can let him. I think he likes having people around him. Maybe he
can sleep in the middle."

"Is that a good idea? I mean, if we're sleeping with almost no clothes on.
He's still quite young."

"He's a little younger than me, but he's definitely growing up fast. I saw
him in the shower today, and he's all there. Last year he was talking about
a girlfriend – but he wouldn't have done anything with her. I guess he
already knows all about how to enjoy himself."

"I don't want to give him the wrong idea, Boy," I said, in my most adult
voice.

He laughed. "You won't!  But he was very surprised when you went to the
bathroom this morning. He checked out your body and your half-hard cock and
the hair around it and over your balls. He'd never seen a naked man before
– certainly not a farang man. He didn't know you could be so big. He asked
me if I'd ever seen you hard."

"And what did you tell him?"

"I said Yes. Because there were just the two of us men in the apartment
together, we didn't need to hide, and so we'd seen each other in the shower
and walking around the apartment. I told him you'd seen me wanking off, and
I'd seen you with a big erection. He asked me how big it was. That's why I
just wore the tee-shirt today, so he could see it was ok to be seen here.
You don't need to put your clothes on in front of him, Tom. You're
contributing to his education as a grown-up!"

"Hmmm, maybe."

"But he was pretty stunned by seeing your body this morning. It made him a
little embarrassed about his own. He can be quite shy. I think maybe he's
hoping to see more if he comes in the bedroom again to sleep."

"Well, I just think we need to be careful and not scare him or make him
uncomfortable."

We both let the matter drop there for the time being. I had some calls to
make and Boy switched on the TV for some entertainment. The atmosphere was
pretty relaxed despite my adult concerns about Nut. Boy was trying to
reassure me that his brother was pretty sharp and knew `what's-what' about
growing up as a man. With the two of them talking together in Thai it was
difficult for me to assess the situation. I'd only really met Nut a few
days before. Now he was living in the apartment, at least for a short time.
He seemed shy and less mature, but I was only really comparing him to this
older brother. They'd grown up together throughout Nut's life – same home,
same school, same bedroom. Thai boys were often more mature than they
looked. Life is harder for less-well-off families here, so kids often had
to grow up quicker. They needed to find a way to survive and to help bring
some money into the family. Nut seemed like a really nice teenager who
would be an asset to his family, like his brother, and who would hopefully
increase in confidence as he gained more experience of the world. Maybe
working this summer, and staying somewhere else was all a part of this. How
much more growing up would he experience?


...................... to be continued soon in Chapter 13 .................


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