Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2015 13:19:06 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy - Chapter 16

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. This chapter sees Boy and Tom meet Toby for the
first time. Toby's own Journal of his awakening can be found at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/toby/.
Enjoy!

......................... the ending of Chapter 15..........................

"Do it Tom, do it," he exclaimed.

His excitement was infectious. Both hands worked faster. As I felt his
inevitable build up, I pushed the dildo in to the maximum extent. As he
started to shoot, I watched his anal muscles clench and relax, driving his
sperm up and out of him. His cum shot out in several bursts beneath him.
Slowly, the tension began to subside, and he lowered his body to a prone
position on the bed. I kept the dildo inside him for several moments until
I felt the time was right to slowly withdraw it.

"Uurghhh," he groaned as the final length was exposed and his muscle closed
shut again.

I continued to caress him as reassuringly as I could. As he relaxed more, I
lay on the bed. He turned onto his side and I spooned in behind him, my own
erection pressed against his butt. I held him in my arms, as teacher to
pupil.

"How was that?" I asked. "Anything like you expected?"

"I didn't know what to expect. It was so different. I loved feeling it
inside me. It made me cum so much. I really want to do more of that."

I held him. I kissed the back of his neck and touched him gently. I knew
just how much I wanted to do more of that too. "We can. Just take your
time. There's no rush. We're helping your body to learn how to enjoy
everything."


CHAPTER 16

After that, our sex play started to be more varied and even more
entertaining. Boy loved it when I used the dildo on him. He kept wanting to
put the cock-strap on me to make me harder. And I knew he really wanted to
bring these two together. So did I – but I wasn't sure if he was really
ready for that yet. Most days we were both comfortable being nude around
the apartment, relishing the intimacy and opportunities to touch each other
without that necessarily developing into anything further. We slept
together in my big bed most nights. We played together on the bed, in the
shower, and sometimes in the living room, experimenting with different
positions and different forms of touch. He still liked to call me `Teacher'
and certainly I enjoyed aspects of this role, showing him things and
leading on new experiments. We talked a bit about his brother Nut, whom we
planned to invite back for a weekend stay or such-like, though we'd not
actually made a firm invitation nor set a date for this.

One afternoon I arrived back at the apartment from some business in the
city. Boy was relaxing on the sofa and talking on the phone. I'd had a
couple of ideas that I wanted to talk about with him but I didn't want to
interrupt his conversation. I went into the bedroom to change out of my
city clothes – or, more accurately, to strip off. As I came back into the
living room, Boy was finishing the call.

"Hi," I said, smiling at this cute young man before me.

"Hi Tom. Did you have a successful trip in town?"

"Yes, I got everything done. Who were you chatting with just now?" I
enquired.

"That was my cousin. I've got something to ask you. See what you feel about
it."

"OK, try me. Who is this cousin? Have I met him or her before?"

"I don't think so," Boy replied. "It's a bit complicated. He is the son of
my uncle. The uncle who is the brother of my father."

"OK. A cousin on your father's side of your family?"

"Yes, that's right. His name is Thaksin. He's a couple of years older than
me. He works in some bank in the city. When I was younger he used to live
very near us, and we saw each other all the time because we went to the
same schools and our families would get together a lot when my dad was
still alive. But I don't see him so often now. I think maybe he's moved
away. And he's working, and so am I now."

"I see. And what was your cousin calling about?"

"Well, he's heard that I've left school and now I'm working for you. I
think my mum must have told someone in his family. He wanted to know what I
was doing and where I was living. He was taking an interest."

"Just like all Thais seem to be very interested in their extended families."

"Yes, maybe. He and I used to spend quite a lot of time together. He was a
bit like an older brother to me sometimes."

"That's nice. And now he's got in touch again. Are you two going to meet up
then?"

"That's what he wanted to talk with me about. He told me he's got a new
girlfriend. From what I remember and what I've heard, he's always had quite
a lot of partners." Boy laughed at something as he said this.  "Anyway,
this new girl has family who live on Koh Samet. You know, that's the
holiday beach island that lots of people go to at the weekend and for short
holidays. It's just off the shore in the Gulf of Thailand – about 30
minutes by boat from the ferry pier. There are very many beach resorts
there, though not many roads. The beaches are good, but some can be quite
crowded. Thaksin says this girlfriend's family has about ten beach
bungalows at the southern end of the island, where it's a bit less crowded
and more remote. And there're some beach restaurants and motorbike hire and
things.

"Yes, I know about Koh Samet. I've been a few times. It takes two or three
hours to get there, but it's the nearest island with beaches to Bangkok."

"Yes, that's it. So Thaksin can go anytime with this girlfriend and stay in
this resort. He wants to go in a couple of week's time. But he doesn't have
a car and he doesn't really want to go on the public bus because it takes
longer and he would need to take an extra day off work. He phoned to ask
whether I wanted to go with him, and whether you would come and drive
everyone in your car. He said there would be nothing to pay for the
bungalow accommodation, and he would pay for the meals and drinks."

"I see," I said, buying a little time.

"So I told him I would ask you."

"Do you want to go, Boy?"

"Well, we had a good time when we went to that beach resort a few weeks ago
and met your friends Jack and Chai. Koh Samet is not the same – it's more
simple accommodation. It could be fun to go there."

"Well, I've not met your cousin. I mean, what's he like? How would we all
get on together?"

"He's good. Like I said, he's older than me. And he's got a good job with
the bank I think. We used to spend a lot of time together. Sometimes I
would sleep over at their house, and sometimes he would be at ours." Boy
paused. "Actually, Tom, it was Thaksin that first showed me about sex."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when I first went to the high school, I think he felt I should know
about boys and sex. He asked me what I knew about sex and whether I'd
fooled around with anyone else. I didn't really understand what he was
talking about. So one night, when we were both at his house, he said he
would show me. He got undressed and showed me his cock. He told me to touch
him and that made him hard. Then he started wanking himself, and he asked
me to touch him and jerk him. He must have been about fourteen or
something. Pretty quickly he started to shoot. I'd never seen that before.
After that, I started to stay over with him quite a lot, or he would come
and find me. He used to get me to undress and he would start to play with
me. I could tell that he really liked it. He was the first person who made
me cum. For a time we did a lot of wanking together. Then I think he found
his first girlfriend and that changed things a bit. We still did stuff, but
not as much. I did once hear from someone at school that he played around
with other boys in his year-group at school. And I know he's had a few
girlfriends. He was always very good to me, showing me things, taking care
of me – like you really, Tom – he was my first `teacher'. He can be good
fun. I don't think there's anything to worry about with him. It's not like
he's bad or anything."

"Good!" I said, "I don't want to spend a weekend with some weirdo!"

"No, no. I like him a lot. We were always very good friends. It would be
good to see him again and find out what he's doing. I wonder sometimes
whether he's bi-sexual. You know – likes to play around with females and
males. I get the sense that he likes sex and maybe tries to have quite a
lot of it."

"Well, we could have another weekend away if you want. I don't mind meeting
your family at all. Your mother and brother are both very nice, so I guess
a cousin could be similar. It's no problem for me to take the car and give
everyone a ride. And if his girlfriend's family are providing some
bungalows that means we won't have the hassle of making a booking. And
there are sure to be plenty of little restaurants and bars by the beach."

"Thanks Tom. I think it will be great fun.  I'll give Thaksin a call back
this evening when he's finished work and tell his that we'll all go.

And that's how a quite surprising weekend away got set up!




"Actually, Boy, I had something to suggest to you too," I said a little
later. "I know you like some sports, like swimming and football. I have
membership of a sports club not too far from here and if you wanted to I
could take you and show you the facilities and use of the courts."

"What do they have there?"

"It's a bit like a private sports centre. The members pay a regular
subscription and they can use all the facilities and introduce guests.
There are indoor and outdoor courts for basketball, badminton, tennis and
football; they have a fitness area; and I think they do various exercise
classes."

"Yeah, that sounds good. When could we go?"

"It gets pretty busy in the late afternoon and evenings when people have
finished work, and there're usually lots of people there at the weekend.
But if we went in the afternoon it should be quite easy to use the
facilities or book a court. What would you like to do?"

"I've played a lot of football. And we have an exercise room here in the
condo. But I've never played games like basketball or tennis."

"For football and basketball you really need to have a team of players to
make a game. But if we booked a tennis court, I could teach you the basics
of the game and how to use a racquet. Shall I give them a phone and find
out when we could get a court?"

"Yes, good idea."




A couple of days later we showed up at the sports centre in the middle of
the afternoon. We'd brought shorts, tee-shirts and trainers to play tennis
on one of the outside courts that I'd booked. Boy had never played before
so we borrowed a racquet for him and I tried to explain the basic rules. We
changed into our kit in the men's changing room and went out onto the
courts. There were not many people about at that time of day. We spent ten
minutes knocking the ball backwards and forwards across the net to get used
to the feel of the racquets. I showed him how to serve the ball to start a
game, but it was easier to use simpler underarm serves at this stage. We
didn't bother too much about getting the ball into the right side of the
court; we just focused on whether the ball was returned over the net, and
whether it fell within the white lines that marked out the court.

After a few more minutes a group arrived to use the court alongside us. I
didn't notice them too much to begin with, though I could see Boy kept
looking across to them. They seemed to know how to play and I wondered
whether Boy was anxious about his beginner skills. When Boy went to
retrieve some balls from the back of the court, I looked across to see who
was playing. There seemed to be three teenage boys who could play, together
with a man a few years older. I wondered whether they were all students at
a university, but the teenagers seemed too young. The boys looked nice! One
was white-skinned, two were definitely Thai, and the slightly older man
seemed to have some mixed colour, at least part of which was probably Thai.

Boy and I continued our game. Both of us continued to glance across at the
foursome on the next court. After a time, I became aware that at least two
of the boys were watching us as well. The white boy kept looking at me,
whilst his playing partner seemed more interested in looking at Boy. I
smiled to myself: maybe these two boys had something going on between them.

We were scoring our game in a loose kind of way. I gave Boy several points
so that he didn't get too discouraged. We both had plenty of `air-swipes'
when we missed the ball entirely. There was quite a lot of laughing and
joking between us.

The afternoon was hot and the courts were in full sunshine. We decided to
finish, get changed and find some cool drinks. We picked up all the balls
and retired to the changing room. I knew the showers were quite public at
one end of the changing room, so I'd brought a pair of swimming trunks to
wear. Boy had nothing – but since by now he was becoming quite an
exhibitionist, he stripped off and walked ahead of me into the shower area,
choosing to stand under one of the open shower areas. I followed, admiring
his lovely body once again, and joined him under the shower heads.

We soaped ourselves and let the cooling water run all over us. A few
minutes later the door to the shower area opened and the white boy who'd
been playing on the next court entered, wearing a pair of very attractive
Speedos. He glanced across at us and then stepped into a shower cubicle on
the other side of the room. I noticed that he didn't pull the curtain
across but stood there beneath the shower facing the wall. Shortly
afterwards, his friend came in and went directly to the adjoining shower
cubicle. He didn't have any trunks – or was competing with Boy in the
exhibitionism stakes! – and he too turned modestly to face the back of the
cubicle. After a few moments I looked across and saw him in front of his
friend's cubicle asking to borrow some shower gel. His naked butt reminded
me a lot of Nut's – slim, rounded, golden brown and very cute.

In playful mood I decided to tease these two boys and see if I could elicit
any reaction.  I put some soap on my hands, stood directly behind Boy, told
him to close his eyes and began to soap and clean his hair. He let me do
this. I moved my hands around over his face and neck. I wondered about
moving on down the rest of his body, but decided this was a little too
provocative in public. I looked across at the other two boys in the
cubicles. They'd both turned around and were watching our little display.
Boy had his eyes closed because of the soap but his naked body was in their
direct view. I continued to rinse Boy. I think the farang boy was starting
to react because I saw him turn away and adjust the shower spray to cold
water.

Boy and I were almost finished. We stood under the shower for another
minute or so rinsing off.

Boy leaned into me and touched me gently on my butt to get my attention.
"Do you see those two boys in the showers? They're really quite cute.
They've both been watching us. The white boy keeps checking you out Tom.
He's got his hand inside his Speedos just now." I looked up and briefly had
eye contact with the white boy. His friend, the Thai boy, was trying to
look across at us without being noticed. Boy raised his hand and waved at
them. Both boys immediately looked away.

"Mmm, very cute," said Boy, "And that farang boy definitely has a big cock
inside those Speedos – you can tell."

I turned off the water and we walked back to the changing room. I looked
across at the two boys, wanting to verify what Boy had said, but they were
both still turned away. Still, a pair of very nice teenage asses!

We got dried and dressed. Just as we were packing our bags, the two boys
emerged from the showers and went to their lockers.

Boy looked at them both, smiled and greeted them: "Sabai dee mark" (Go
well, you guys].

The white boy nodded. The Thai boy smiled broadly and repeated the
greeting. He was definitely trying to be friendly.

We both needed to re-hydrate so I took Boy up to the cafeteria and ordered
us some drinks. We chatted a bit about the facilities at the sports centre,
about playing tennis, and Boy remarked again about the cuteness of the two
boys we'd met. As he did so, the boys appeared in the cafeteria wearing
what looked-like school uniforms of white shirts and grey trousers. They
bought some cans of drink and walked across to find a table.

As they passed us, the white boy stopped briefly and said: "There are a
couple of shirts still hanging in the changing room. I wondered if they
might be yours?"

"Oh ... I don't think so," I replied, getting my first close-up look at him.
He was definitely a good-looking teenage boy. "I think we've got
everything. But thanks anyway."

They turned to walk on when Boy asked: "Do you boys play a lot of sport
then?"

"A bit," said the Thai lad, speaking quite good English, "But our school
doesn't have facilities like this."

"Oh, you go to the International School," Boy said, "I can see from the
badge on your shirts."

"Yes, that's right," replied the good-looking white boy – now clearly
speaking with an English accent, "But I like playing different sports
whenever I can."

"Yes, that's good. Me too, but now I'm working it's not so easy. My name's
Boy, by the way." He was being quite forward for a Thai in creating this
early introduction.

"Hello. I'm Chakri. And this is my friend Toby" replied the Thai boy
quickly. "He's from England really. We're in the same class at the school.
We've come here today with our teacher."

I almost laughed out loud. Boy glanced at me quickly and smiled. These two
boys had just used the `teacher' word that Boy had introduced into our
private conversation as his view of what I was doing with him. I tried to
restrain myself but the amusement must have been evident to the two boys.

"Do you come here often?" I said quickly, to cover the moment.

"This is my first time. My dad and I only came out to Thailand a few weeks
ago," replied the English boy, Toby. "I'm still finding my way around."

Boy jumped in: "So, do you like what you see?" It was a deliberately
ambiguous question that could be referring either to Thailand in general,
or to their observation of us in the showers in particular. I had to
restrain myself from slapping him for such innuendo!

Clearly the boys were confused too. "What do you mean?" answered the
English boy.

I saw Boy smiling as he quite deliberately glanced down at his own crotch.
But he continued: "Do you like it here? In Bangkok ... your school friends ...
the sports centre ... the people you meet ...?"

The teenager struggled to reply. "Yeah, well ... I'm just getting to know
people. Everything is like a first-time for me."

Chakri, the Thai boy joined in more confidently. "Not for me. I've lived
here since I was a kid. Bangkok's pretty good – there's always something to
do in the city, not like out in the country. School's OK really. But it's
more classroom work than sports at the International School. I like the
facilities here – they're top class. I might ask my dad if we can join and
become members, then I can come back anytime. I wish it had a pool though;
I like swimming a lot."

Boy looked across to me and then spoke again to the two boys. "It's good
here isn't it? Tom's a member and he brought me today." And he went on to
explain: "He's my employer. I work for him at his condo. I think we're
going to try and come more often, maybe try out some different sports. I'm
just new to tennis today. But there is a good pool back at the condo
building where we can swim anytime."

"Sounds nice," replied the Toby, with what I thought was a hint of jealousy.

Again Boy took the lead. "Do you guys want to join us sometime, and play
some sports? Or maybe go for a swim?" He looked at me. "How would that be,
Tom? Could you bring in more guests on your membership here? Would that be
OK?"

"Sure," I replied, beginning to see where Boy was wanting to go with this,
"If you boys would like to." I really didn't want to pressure them into
something they didn't want or weren't ready for.

The boys looked at each other and seemed to agree.

"Great," said Boy, pulling out his mobile phone, "How about if we swap
mobile numbers? What's your number Toby?" looking directly at the more
developed boy

Boy entered the numbers as Toby gave them out. Then he must have dialled
the number as he stored it. "There, that's my number on your phone now," he
said before cancelling the call. "Can you pass the number on to Chakri as
well, then we've got each others?" added Boy.

Chakri looked eager. "Yes, that would be great. Can you do that please
Toby?"

Toby looked at him: "Sure thing mate." From the corner of my eye I saw
movement across the café and realised the other two members of their group
had arrived.

As he noticed them too, Toby spoke: "We better go. The rest of our group
are ready to leave now. It's been very good to meet you guys. Let's talk
more and fix something up." He seemed both relieved and eager at the same
time.

"It's been fun to see you both and get introduced. Hope I see more of you
soon." Boy replied with a genuine laugh. He looked at me, obviously trying
to gauge my reaction to this encounter. It was another of his innuendos.

"Me too. Bye for now," answer Toby, turning to go, followed by his friend.

We both watched them walk away and greet their friends before leaving
together.

"What do you think, Tom?" asked Boy, "He's hot isn't he?"

"Which one?"

"Well the farang boy looks really handsome and cute, don't you think? He's
a bit like me, really."  I looked at Boy questioningly. "Well, he must be
about my age, so I guess you'd like him." Boy smiled as if making a joke.
 "Of course, no-one is as good as me!  But from the look of him, he's
definitely bigger than me in one department! And the other Thai boy is
pretty cute too. He kept looking at me all the time. I think he was
interested."

I wondered at my own reaction. Certainly I'd noticed both boys. Boy was
right. The English boy did look very attractive. All his proportions were
right. He was a fast developing adolescent that hadn't yet become a man.
Since I'd been living in Thailand I'd not been looking at western boys
because there were so many cute Thai men around. If I'd been home, I'd
certainly have given him a good look. And now I'd met with him in Bangkok.
Chakri, the Thai boy, was probably a little younger or a little less
mature, but he was certainly cute-looking. I agreed with Boy that he'd
seemed to keep checking Boy out throughout our conversation, and he'd been
very eager for his phone number.

"Mmm," I answered, "They're two good-looking boys."

They were. And whilst I'd seen them in the shower, and then have them stand
in front of us in the café, I realised that my mind had been in
particularly imaginative mode, sketching in other parts of their bodies,
and creating a fantasy scene of what I'd like to be doing with each of them
– especially Toby, the English teenager – who did share some physical
characteristics with Boy. My reverie was interrupted, and extended, by Boy:

"How about sliding that rubber dildo into either of them? I reckon Toby
could take it. Which one do you want to play with Tom?"

I closed my eyes for a moment envisaging the scene. "Yes, Toby is a very
good-looking teenage boy. And Chakri is very like your brother Nut."

"Oh yes, I can see my brother wanting to get a good feel of him."

"But we don't know whether they do anything like that," I objected.

"Well how about we try and meet them again?" said Boy. "I get the feeling
that they definitely do something, and they were obviously taking notice of
you and me. Don't you think they might be doing something together?"

"Like what?"

"Like are they just friends, or are they playing around together? I hope
so!"

We continued to speculate as we finished our drinks and made our way home.


...................... to be continued soon in Chapter 17 .................

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