Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2015 20:27:24 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy - Chapter 19

This is a gay, erotic novel about a developing relationship between a gay
adult man and a gay male youth.

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......................... the ending of Chapter 18 ..........................

..... The first to erupt was Dang. "Oh, oh, oh," he shouted. I couldn't see
it from my position, but I saw the result. Several large strings of cum had
shot from his young cock and landed on his face and chest. Boy made a noise
and closed his eyes. I knew he was exploding into Thaksin's mouth. His
cousin didn't interrupt his actions: he swallowed Boy's cum and continued
to thrust into Dang's ass. Almost immediately, I felt the build-up in my
balls starting to rise. I gave Thaksin several long, deep thrusts and then
groaned loudly as a flood of sperm rose to fill the condom. As I slowed
down, and as Boy withdrew from his cousin's mouth, Thaksin continued to
fuck. The boy had his eyes closed but continued to take the treatment. My
cock slipped out and I moved to hold Boy. A minute later, Thaksin took hold
of Dang's legs, withdrew from his ass, pulled the condom off, and let fly
with a stream of jism that landed across Dang's chest, face and hair. In
the heat of the afternoon, the boy was covered with streaks of sweat and
smears of creamy cum.

Nobody said anything for several moments. Thaksin stood up and looked
around at everyone.  He lowered Dang's legs and helped the boy to sit up. I
took Boy into my arms and kissed him.

Finally, "That was so hot," said Thaksin, "I think we all need to cool
down." He looked down at Dang: "And you, young man, need to clean up!"  He
scooped the boy up in his arms and carried him to the back of the boat
where he jumped into the water still holding the boy. Boy and  I followed
almost immediately.


CHAPTER 19

Maybe everyone had been exhausted by the sex on the boat – or maybe
surprised by all that had happened – but the swim had none of the energy
that had been around before. Each person rinsed themselves in the water,
and erections subsided. Not long after Thaksin, Dang, Boy and I had got in
the water, Uncle emerged from the front cabin and got in the water too.
Samorn seemed content to get dressed and cover herself in a tee-shirt,
watching from the covered deck. I swam after Boy as he went some distance
from the boat; I wanted to check that he was ok.

Ten minutes later and we were each climbing out of the water onto the back
of the boat. Samorn didn't seem too interested in gawping at five naked men
and youths. We each found towels to dry ourselves and then hunted for
shorts and tee-shirts to cover ourselves. Uncle started the engine. Dang
went forward to pull up the anchor. The ice-box re-appeared and we each
helped ourselves to some cool drinks from amidst the melting ice. The
scenery of bays and headlands on the way back was pretty stunning,
particularly with the late-afternoon light casting longer shadows. We
passed one or two other local fishing boats, and some speedboats crossed
further out to sea. No-one spoke very much. We arrived back at the beach
resort and were ferried back to the beach in the dinghy by Dang, still
smiling at each of us. Samorn went off towards her family's accommodation,
and Thaksin, Boy and I walked back to our bungalow where we each showered
to remove the salt, and dressed in some fresh clothes for the evening.

Dinner in the restaurant was more lively. There were half-a-dozen tables
occupied by guests and the owners put on a special meal for everyone. We
each bought drinks from the bar. There was music from the speakers, and a
couple of local boys put on a fire-dance display on the beach which is
always entertaining. The meal was very tasty and there was plenty of food.

Around 9.30 I leaned towards Boy and told him that I wanted to go for a
walk and find somewhere quieter. He looked at me and asked whether he could
come with me. I nodded and we both got up from the table, making our
excuses, and walked onto beach and away from the resort.

We didn't need to go far for the noise to subside. There were a couple more
huts further along the beach but if anyone was living in them, they'd
already gone to bed. The night was still and balmy; there was a half-moon
illuminating the landscape, the light reflecting beautifully off the sea as
the small waves fractured the mirroring-effect.

I reached for Boy and he took hold of my hand. We walked along without
talking, each seemingly lost in thought. At the end of the beach there were
some rocks and a little headland. I knew from watching the coast from the
boat that just around the corner there was another tiny bay. "Do you want
to go a little further with me?" I asked, and he nodded. I slipped off my
sandals and we walked around the headland where the retreating tide had
uncovered the rocks and gave us easy passage. The next bay was deserted, as
I thought it would be. I found a large flat rock at the back of the beach
and we sat down together, staring out to the sea and the sky. We sat there
for several minutes, legs touching, in silence.

I turned to Boy. "Have you enjoyed today?"

He looked at me and squeezed my hand. "Yes ... but it was different ... not
really what I was expecting?"

"And what were you expecting?"

"Like the first time we went to the beach together. You and me. Having fun
together." I nodded, and touched his leg gently. He continued: "Thaksin is
my cousin, and he first showed me stuff about sex when I was growing up ...
but this felt ... different."

"Yes, I wasn't expecting to be sharing a bungalow," I responded, "And I've
never known a Thai person to be quite so public about sex when there are
strangers around."

"I thought Samorn was his girlfriend. Then he just fucked her on the bed,
and wanted me as well. I mean ... I think my cousin has always wanted a lot
of sex. I think he's had quite a lot of girls. But this weekend he's been
fucking his girlfriend and then fucking a young boy. And Samorn didn't seem
bothered. She just went off with another guy."

"And it's all mixed up with family," I said, reflecting. "Samorn seemed
happy to do it. And Dang must have had sex with his uncle on the boat
before. It was like they set everything up to happen."

Boy looked at me. "And you were very excited Tom. You were very hard, I
could tell. You were touching Thaksin last night as we watched them. And
today you fucked him as well. I've never seen you do that before." He
paused, and then added much more quietly, "You've never done that with me."

I swallowed, still looking out to sea. I didn't know what I could say to
him. Instead, I put my arm around his young shoulders and pulled him into
my side.

He spoke so quietly I wasn't sure he'd broken the silence again. "Do you
still like me, Tom?" The question hung between us. His anxiety was palpable.

I turned to look at him. "Yes," I tried to say as clearly as I could. "Yes.
Nothing's changed about you. I like you a lot. You know I like being with
you. You are the person I want to be with here – not your cousin, not Dang,
not Samorn or her family." I leaned towards him and gave him a kiss on the
lips.

After a few moments of stillness whilst we both pondered what had been
said, he stood up. Then he turned around to face me and sat down again on
my knees. I took the weight of him down through my legs. He put his hands
around my neck. "Really?" he asked quietly. "Do you really mean that Tom?"

I looked at him. I put my hands around his back, and let them brush lower
until I was gently holding him in place with my hands on his shorts-covered
buttocks. "Yes, really," I answered.

He leaned into my chest and we cuddled for a minute or two without talking.

I started speaking some of my thoughts aloud. "Sometimes, when there is sex
in the atmosphere, I just start to feel horny. Then it's like the sex drive
takes over. Your cousin is a good-looking boy. He's 18 or 19, quite
muscular, and seems to like getting his clothes off." I paused, before
adding in a different tone: "A bit like you, really – likes being naked and
showing his body off," and I patted his buttocks in playful jest. "So it
was thrilling to watch him being aroused last night, and taking Samorn. And
then you got excited, and I love seeing you like that, and then he wanted
to suck you as well." I paused again. "And you know what happened next. We
both got hot and horny, and we played and sucked and made each other cum."
I stopped again and pushed his face away so I could look at him eye-to-eye.
"And I really enjoyed what you were doing to me, and the pleasure I was
giving you. It was you that I wanted to sleep with last night. I want you
to know that."

We kissed for longer, and then he leant forward into my chest for another
hug.

"But today was different," I just about heard him say with his face buried
in my shoulder. "Today wasn't me and you. You were watching Dang. And you
fucked Thaksin."

I had to think carefully about this to work out what I really felt. I
didn't want to hurt Boy. And I also wanted to be honest with him. He was a
young man experiencing the whole confusion of adult relationships, and sex,
and early relationships, and mixed signals, and lust, and love.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry if I hurt you by what I did. I didn't mean to hurt
you." I stroked his back and kissed the top of his head. As often happens
with me when strong emotions are aroused, I was aware of a pressing
erection in my trousers. I couldn't know whether Boy was aware of it as he
sat on my knees.  "I thought we were going out for a nice day trip on the
boat. I enjoyed the lunch on the beach and the swim in the sea. I wasn't
expecting anything more. And them somehow it got turned into a group sex
session." I stopped for a moment. "Looking back, what I felt was lust. Do
you know what `lust' is?"

I felt him nod. "Like when you can't stop yourself wanting something."

"Yes. And lust is often about physical sex – something excites you so much
that you need to cum. That's what I felt. It was like my cock was telling
me – `you need to cum now!'. `You need to fuck now!'  Dang is a cute skinny
boy. Maybe he knows more about sex that he should at his age. Seeing him
sitting on Thaksin, and then getting stripped, and then being rimmed by
your cousin seemed ... both wrong ... and exciting ... all at the same time. And
I knew you were getting excited, and that always turns me on," I squeezed
him again, "and then I couldn't stop thinking about fucking." I wondered
how much more I should say. I let the silence extend as we continued to hug.

"Do you remember how I came and stood behind you as you watched Thaksin and
Dang, and he wanted to take you in his mouth?" I asked Boy.

"Yes," he mumbled quietly, "It was nice. I wanted you there. It felt good.
I was wondering what you were going to do."

"Well, I could have fucked you there." He lifted his head and looked at me.
"I nearly did, I felt so horny."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because I knew it wouldn't have been right. Right person, wrong time,
wrong place. When we do something like that together – " he was looking at
me now, with a little smile, as I continued – "when we do that, I want it
to feel special for you. I want it to be for love, not lust. I want it to
feel like making love, not just a quick fuck that gets forgotten quickly."

Our lips moved together and this time there was a more passionate kiss as
he opened his mouth and let me tongue him.

"I respect you too much," I continued. "Your first experience of something
like that should be when you're completely ready. Right time, time place,
right guy."

"And you think I'm not ready yet?"

"Oh, I think you probably are, Boy. But on that boat, in public, on hard
benches, with those other people around – no, that didn't feel right."

"So what about here, now?" he asked, and his hand moved between us to grab
my cock. "I know you're hard. I am too. I want you Tom."

We kissed again, and I opened my mouth to him. At the same time my hands
were roaming over his back and backside.

"Yes, we could," I replied, breaking the kiss, "I want to too. But can you
wait a little longer? There's just a sandy beach here. It's very romantic,
but not terribly comfortable. And you really need some lube – like we used
when playing with the dildos at home. And you might want me to use a condom
for your own safety." I stopped, and then added, "And, truthfully, my cock
is a bit sore tonight after fucking Thaksin like that. I'm not sure I'm up
to it!"

"Hmm," he said, in what I knew was a pretend pout. "If I didn't know you
better, Mr Tom, I'd say you were saving yourself for a date with Dang
tonight!"

We both laughed. "No, gorgeous, sexy, beautiful young man. What I want
tonight is to be with you – preferably naked, maybe hard – so I can touch
you, kiss you, and hold you as you go off to sleep."

We stayed in the beach for another fifteen minutes, sometimes kissing,
sometimes touching, and just talking a little more about the day. When we
got back to the beach resort, it was almost quiet. Most people had gone to
their bungalows and there were just one or two people clearing up.

We walked back to our bungalow holding hands. The veranda light was on, but
there was no noise or light from inside. I opened the door and turned out
the veranda light. There were two bodies in the far bed. One was
unmistakably Thaksin's. The other I realised as my eyes became accustomed
to the dark, was Dang's. There was a scattering of their clothes around the
bed, including underwear, so I assumed both were naked and had probably
just had sex again. Thaksin looked up sleepily and waved a hand at us
before going back to sleep.

Boy and I moved into the bathroom and got ourselves undressed and ready for
bed. We crept quietly back into the bedroom and slid under the sheet. We
continued to kiss for a time and caress each other intimately. It had been
quite a day.




The journey home next day was uneventful and pretty subdued. After a
leisurely breakfast, we lazed about on the beach at the resort, swimming a
little and enjoying the sun. The speedboat came to pick us up and deliver
us back to the mainland. In the car, my passengers were generally quiet or
dozing. Thaksin and Samorn sat in the back but without touching or
conversing much. I dropped them off near a Skytrain station. Boy and I were
back in our own apartment by early evening. We kissed and cuddled, and then
went for an early night.



The next day I had some business to do in the city. I left in mid-morning
and returned home mid-afternoon. When I got back to the apartment, I found
Nut inside visiting his brother. It was some kind of holiday when his
school was closed for the day. Perhaps in deference to Nut, both boys were
wearing shorts – even though by the end of his previous stay of a few days
with us, Nut too had been comfortable unclothed around the apartment. It
was a warm afternoon and I opted to change into shorts too.

Nut seemed pleased to see me. He came and gave me a hug, and remembering
our previous intimacies, I held him around the back for several moments,
and kissed the top of his head.  I wanted to make him feel very welcome.
His brother looked across the room at me and smiled in gratitude.

The boys made some cold drinks and carried them out onto the balcony. Boy
fetched another chair so we could all sit outside. Although the balcony was
shaded from direct sunlight, it was still hot out there. I fetched some
sun-cream from the bathroom. Boy was the first to feel the effects of the
heat and remove his shorts to wander about in his very attractive hipsters.
With this encouragement, Nut did the same and stripped off his shorts to
stand in a pair of briefs. I asked if they wanted me to apply sun-cream and
both boys agreed. Boy lay down on the lounger whilst I leaned over him to
squirt the lotion on his back and thighs before spreading it liberally with
my hands. I repeated the process on his chest and front-thighs. Normally
when I touch him like this he became aroused easily, but this time the
attractive bulge in his hipsters remained soft.

Nut was eager to be next up for the treatment. He lay down on his front
without me asking, spreading his legs akimbo on the lounger. I played at
squirting the sub lotion from a height onto his back and legs. He squealed
as the cool cream hit his skin. I knew he enjoyed the sensation, so with
Nut, I squatted down on his buttocks to rub the lotion into his back,
taking my time and making it into a sensual massage. He moaned a little
with pleasure. I reversed my position, sitting on his lower back, and
repeated the application on his legs and thighs. As I looked down at his
inner thighs and his brief-covered butt, I couldn't help but be reminded of
the sight of Dang's ass from just two days before. These boys were probably
of a similar age. Dang was skinnier, but otherwise they were of relatively
similar build. Both seemed to enjoy attention to their bums! I remembered
clearly the lust-fuelled desire I'd experienced on the boat for some ass,
and how I'd been tempted to push into Boy, before moving behind Thaksin as
he fucked the young boy in front of him. I let my hands rub the cream into
Nut's inner thighs, whilst my hands occasionally brushed over his briefs.
It wasn't strictly necessary as Nut was highly unlikely to get sun-burned
here, but he was enjoying the sensation. Eventually, I slapped his
desirable butt, stood up and told him to turn over if he wanted me to put
sun-cream on his front.  He waited several moments and I thought he was
just going to lie there. Eventually, with his eyes remaining closed, he
turned over on the lounger slowly, and lay back down. I looked down at his
young body, noting the erection lying across his groin pointing towards his
right hip. His balls-sac was pushing out the base of his briefs. I smiled
and looked at his brother. This wasn't really the time nor the place to
move into physical sex, but I felt gratified to know that Nut was still
comfortable enough and confident enough to display his arousal in our home.
I leant over him to rub more cream into his legs, letting my hands stroke
up his thighs and lingering at the top by his briefs. With Nut's eyes
remaining firmly closed, his brother came across making the `silence'
gesture with his fingers. He took the bottle of lotion from me, gestured
for me to stand up and move aside, and then drizzled some lotion on Nut's
chest himself. Next he stood astride the lounger and let himself squat down
on Nut's hips. As Boy rubbed the cream into his younger brother's chest, I
noticed he was gently rubbing his haunches across his brother's groin. If
Nut was aroused before, his brother was reaching a similar state. Nut was
clearly enjoying the feeling, and as Boy started to rub and tweak his
nipples, he opened his eyes, suddenly surprised to see his brother, rather
than me, applying the sun-cream. We all enjoyed a good laugh. Boy stood up,
adjusted his own erection to a more comfortable position in his hipsters,
and then lay down on the neighbouring lounger. Meanwhile Nut did nothing to
cover his own excitement, lying openly on the lounger with his legs spread
open.

A few minutes later, Boy went to fetch some more drinks, and we spent the
next hour chatting. Boy arranged to go into town with his brother on
Saturday afternoon, for a wander around the shopping malls, and then for a
game of ten-pin bowling at one of the large rinks. They asked if I wanted
to join them, but it wasn't really my scene. I think Nut was starting to
enjoy the benefits of his part-time earnings from the restaurant.

As the afternoon moved on, Nut said that it would soon be time for him to
go to work. As dusk approached, we all moved back inside, before the
mosquitoes began to bite. Nut had brought a backpack with some trousers and
a clean shirt for work. He asked if he could use the shower, and when I
agreed, he quickly stripped off his briefs in the living room. He was in no
hurry to get showered, so we both enjoyed the sight of his slim, cute body
with his adolescent genitals still slightly thickened and hanging between
his legs. He deliberately gave us a little wiggle and play, perhaps to
remind us of the fun we'd had before. As he turned towards the bathroom, we
were treated to the sight of his attractive, smooth, rounded globes.

Ten minutes later, he emerged naked and with damp hair before disappearing
into Boy's bedroom. He came out almost immediately, holding up one of the
jock-straps that I had bought Boy shortly after he moved in to the
apartment.

"Is it OK if I borrow these?" he asked, "You've got sun-cream all over my
pants and I didn't bring another pair. I don't want to mess up my work
trousers."

His brother laughed. "Yes, of course. Now I wonder what made you choose
that pair."

Nut stepped through the elastic thongs and pulled the pouch up over his
cock and balls. He walked over to a mirror and turned around, admiring his
own exposed ass-cheeks, and the highlighted pouch at the front.

"Very sexy," admired Boy.

"Thanks," he said, and "I am, aren't I?"

We laughed. When Nut had finished dressing, Boy gave him a ride on his
motorcycle to the restaurant.

...................... to be continued soon in Chapter 20 .................

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