Date: Sat, 7 Nov 2015 11:46:05 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy - Chapter 20

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 19 ..........................

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.


CHAPTER 20

It was twenty minutes later when Boy returned to the apartment. It was a
hot evening and I fetched him a drink. We sat on the sofa together and
relaxed. I stretched my arm around his shoulder until we were both
comfortable.

"My brother looked pretty hot in my jockstrap, don't you think?" he asked
me.

"Yes, he did. Any boy wearing a jockstrap looks good to me. Just maybe they
were a little too big for him. We could always buy him a couple of pairs, a
size smaller, if you like the look of him in them."

"Mmm, let's do that. But I'm not sure he could take them home where my
mother might see them in the laundry. He might have to leave them here."

"That's fine. We can wash them for him. But you usually filled that pair a
lot more – with your rounded ass and your larger packet at the front."

"Do you think so?"

"I know so. That's why I bought them for you. I was hoping to see you in
them. And you definitely don't disappoint! Why don't you go and try another
pair on again for me?"

"OK," Boy answered enthusiastically. He stood up and went off to the
bedroom, undoing the belt of his jeans that he'd worn to take Nut to the
restaurant on the motorbike as he went. By the time he came back a couple
of minutes later, his shirt was off, his jeans were off, and his pants were
replaced by a bright blue jockstrap.

"What do you think?" he asked, as he cat-walked and posed across the living
room.

"Mmmm, very sexy, Boy," I answered. "You look very hot wearing just those."
He came and stood close to me and I could look at the well-filled pouch at
the front. His cock was pointing down over his balls into a little
pouch-sack. The head of his covered glans was outlined in the fabric. I
reached my hand out to cup and hold his balls in the pouch. "You really do
fill this well."

He turned around, away from me, and I found myself staring at his beautiful
butt again. There is nothing so nice on a boy as a smooth rounded butt
pushing outwards from his lower back and the top of his thighs. Boy's was
perfectly proportioned in relation to his relatively slim body-frame and
his developing thighs. He moved his legs slightly apart and then leaned
forward a little, pushing his ass towards me. The elastic webbing of the
jockstrap made an almost perfect triangular border enhancing his smooth
ass. The tension in the elastic pulled into his skin slightly, causing the
rounded globes of his buttocks to be even more pronounced.

"And what do you think now?" he asked provocatively.

"You know how much I love your ass," I replied. As I looked, I could see
the vertical line of his crack where his two legs came together. The line
was slightly parted by his stance. It was almost hairless. And nestled deep
within it was his hidden place, where the skin was gathered around the
closed muscle of his anus. My hands stroked his inner thighs gently, and
then moved up to cup his balls in the pouch from beneath. My mind reverted
to the scene on the fishing boat at the weekend, watching Thaksin fucking
first Samorn and then Dang. I remembered how much my lust had controlled me
then. How I'd wanted to fuck Boy – or anyone – and eventually, how I'd
fucked Thaksin from behind whilst he'd been entering Dang. The desire was
arising in me again. Boy had this ability to turn me on so easily.

"You really are incredibly beautiful, sexy and hot. Ever since I first saw
you, I've thought that. It's fantastic for me that you're willing to show
me your body like this. ... And you always have such an effect on me –
turning me on and making me so horny."

"I know," he said, turning around to face me again. He didn't need to look
down to confirm that I was already fully hard sitting on the sofa in my
hipsters. "I just love it when you're so horny, Tom. I wish you could stay
hard all day." He pulled me up off the sofa. His hand went down to my
hipsters to fondle me. "Your cock is just so great. I really want it. You
know how much I want you." And he leaned forward to give me a passionate
deep kiss on and in the mouth. As he did so, our genitals mashed together
between us. He slid from side to side against me to increase the friction
and sensation. My hands went down his back to his exposed buttocks,
squeezing them, kneading them, and I let my fingers play up and down his
crack, pushing on his button hole like a door-bell. I desired him deeply.

"Come on then, let's take a shower together before you cum all over your
pants," he said as he broke away and walked towards the bedroom. I lusted
after his backside and then followed him quickly.

In the bathroom, Boy was stepping out of his jockstrap. His cock was
semi-aroused. He turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and stepped
in. I joined him in the large shower area. We kissed for several minutes as
the water poured over our bodies. Then Boy turned his back to me and
reached for some shower gel. My cock was fully erect, the foreskin already
retracted, and the whole length glistening in the water. I delighted in the
feel of my erection sliding across his buttocks. Boy reached behind him and
used his hand to soap my cock. Then he pushed it between his legs. With the
lubrication from the water and gel, I slid my cock forwards and backwards
beneath his ass. I nuzzled his neck for several moments as he revelled in
the feelings. Then I soaped my hand and started to clean his chest, his
armpits, his belly and down to his genitals. By now we was fully aroused.
He'd shaved himself again recently and the sensation of his smooth
ball-sack and his shaved pubes was very erotic. With one hand holding the
root of his cock, I used the other to rub along the length, and then
squeezed the head with my whole palm. After a minute or two, he broke the
embrace and turned around to face me. Our erections played a duel of
sword-fighting between us. He moved in to hold me and our faces came
together. I turned off the water as my tongue moved deeply into his open
mouth pressed up against mine. He squirmed around trying to get more of my
face and more contact with my body. I reached with my hand to get some more
gel and then rubbed it into his ass. I ran my hand up and down his crack,
cleaning his ass-hole, and reaching through between his legs. He stepped
astride to give me more access to his secret places, and I heard him
groaning with pleasure in my ear. I briefly caught sight of us in the
bathroom mirror across the room: the two bodies so intimately meshed looked
very hot – and then I realised this was real. I stroked his ass-hole again,
and then reached between us to push his straining erection beneath my
balls. It felt wonderful to have such access to a horny, rampant, sexy and
desirable young man. He turned on the water again to rinse us both. "Come
on," he whispered to me, "Let's go to the bed. I want you so much."

I reached for the towels and we hastily dried ourselves. Both our cocks
were engorged. Before we'd finished drying, he'd dropped to the floor and
taken me in his mouth, sucking deep and using his tongue on my glans.
"Stop, stop," I said, lifting him up, "Do you want me to cum right now?"

"I don't mind. I love it when I can play with you like this. If you cum
now, I'll make you cum again later!"

"Let's use the bed – then I can have all your body too," I answered. He
hung up his towel and turned for the door. "Put your jockstrap back on,
Boy. You always look so exciting in them." He bent down to retrieve them
from the floor and as he did so, I playfully put my cockhead to his ass.
"See what you do to me?"

He lay on his back on the bed, his erection pushing above the waistband of
the jockstrap. I lay on top of him, my legs between his, our cocks once
again pressing into each other. We kissed deeply into each other's faces.
After a minute or two, I moved may face down his body, first to his neck
and then to his chest and nipples. The two brown buttons were standing hard
and prominent. I took each into my mouth, licking and nipping, which I knew
he loved. That made his hips jerk upwards as he thrust our genitals
together. Then we rolled over onto my back with him on top. We resumed the
french-kissing and my hands went automatically to his buttocks, roaming
across the smooth globes. I raised the elastic straps with my fingers and
let them twang back onto his skin. I reached between his legs to tickle his
balls. I stroked his perineum, the root of his body, a place that both of
us found so sensitive. He spread his thighs wider, inviting me to run my
hands into his crack. I rubbed his ass-hole and all my desire for him was
heightened. We made love without speaking, although there were plenty of
noises. I knew he was desperate to feel me inside him. We'd been building
up to that for so long – with fingers, with the dildos, with the scenes on
Koh Samet. Maybe tonight it would happen. No point in planning. I wanted to
stay in the moment, enjoying each heightened sensation as it happened. He
pushed his hips upwards as if to expose more of himself to the air, and his
crack opened further beneath my fingers. My hand moved between us to feel
his hardness and release his cock from the confines of the jockstrap by
lifting the fabric sideways.

"Can you turn around?" I asked, "Into 69?" He obeyed quickly, his knees now
on either side of my chest. "I'm so excited – take me into your mouth."

As he went down on my tumescence, my hands again roamed across his
beautiful globes. He pushed backwards a little towards me. I raised my head
and licked and kissed both buttocks. Then I moved my mouth into his join
and started to rim along the length of it. I used my mouth and my tongue to
give him as much sensation as possible. Every time my lips touched his
hole, he pushed back into my face. I responded by pushing the tip of my
tongue further into his sweetness. I could feel my own excitement mounting
but I didn't want this to end. I eased off for a moment, and pushed his
hips away from me so I could appreciate the entire sight of his gorgeous
butt more clearly. The movement caused him to slip off my cock, and instead
his head moved between my legs – which I spread wider to accommodate him –
and he began to lick my balls and my root. I was so hot, the sensations
were amazing. "Oh, Yes!" I moaned involuntarily.

As I stared at his uninhibitedly exposed ass above me, I revelled in the
physical sensations generated by his mouth. "Oh, Boy, it's so great with
you. You know just what I enjoy." I massaged his ass again and let my
fingers run up and down his crack. Was this the moment? It was like I
wanted to delay the final moment. "Come here, beautiful," I said, clearly,
to him. He stopped his mouth-work and looked around at me, enquiringly.
"Come and sit on my chest so I can see that wonderful weapon of yours."

He turned around again and came back up the bed. "Sit astride me," I
ordered. His knees came either side of my chest and the sight of his
genitals replaced the recent close sight of his ass. I moved the straps to
one side so his smooth cock and balls were free of any restriction. "Come
closer - I want to take you," and he pulled his hips towards me. I held his
cock and licked the length from bottom to top. I tasted the drops of
pre-cum that were oozing from the tip. I let my tongue play around the
ridge beneath the head. He leaned forward further, resting his hands on the
bed-head, so I had more access to him. I lifted my head slightly and took
him deeply into my mouth. It felt like he'd never been this size before. He
was filling my mouth. I used my lips and my tongue to excite and tease
every part of him.

With a half-open, stuffed mouth, I mumbled "Fuck me ... fuck my mouth," and
he understood and responded. He slid himself in and out of my mouth. I
looked up and saw him looking down at his own excitement sliding between my
lips. I lifted one hand to hold his balls, now feeling tight as well as
smooth. I wondered if he would cum in my mouth. His eyes had closed as he
revelled in the pleasure.

I pushed him back and released his cock. I moved my face into his groin,
licking around the base of his cock and taking each of his balls. I licked
beneath them, and over his perineum whilst my hands held his buttocks, and
he straightened his body upwards. After several moments of such joy, I
pulled back and looked up at him.

"Have you really never been fucked before?" I asked, as gently as I could.

"No, you know I've not. I want you to be the first ever."

"And what about fucking another boy ... or girl ... did you not do that before?"

"No, never. Thaksin talked about it with me. And I've thought about it a
lot, but I've never done it."

The atmosphere between us was changing. Just in the words we'd spoken,
something was softly transforming. The hot, lustful intensity was easing.
What was arising in its place was a feeling that was more honest, more
real, more intimate. Two people who had shown each other the depth of their
sexual vulnerability and their desire, and who were now perhaps ready for
something different, something deeper. Boy was beautiful, courageous and
open. He deserved my respect and my love; I wanted him to know how I felt
about him in this state. I took him in my mouth again. This time it was not
frenzied. I caressed him with my mouth and my tongue. The movements were
slow and sensual. My hands held his ass-cheeks, stroking them gently,
lovingly. He was giving me access to his ass-hole and I wasn't about to
push quickly or forcefully into him. I loved the feeling of him in my mouth
and I tried to communicate this back to him.

His hands came to my head. He stroked my face. At one point he leant down
to kiss my forehead. "I love what you do to me – how you make me feel – you
are the best `teacher' I could have."  I closed my eyes and nodded my head
in acknowledgement, before looking up at him again. His hands moved behind
him and took hold of my cock. This time it was not lust-filled. Instead he
caressed me. It was an intimate gesture that respected the open
vulnerability of a naked human body.

We held a deep eye contact, using the gaze to communicate our feelings to
each other. I let his cock rest in my mouth. His hands were touching me in
various places; my hands held him intimately.

The sex-crazed hardness had softened a little. My cock lay on my belly, a
string of pre-cum still oozing from it. His penis was falling onto my lips
where I continued to lick him. My hand reached across to the bedside drawer
which I opened to reach in and take out the leather cockstrap. Boy looked
at me. I pushed him away from me slightly and wrapped the strap around his
projecting cock and balls – not too tightly – I wanted him to have
sufficient room to grow very hard again.

I stroked his cock again until he started visibly to rise once again.

"Fuck me, Boy," I urged, looking directly at him.

He looked hesitatingly at me. "What?" he said, "I thought you wanted to
fuck me."

"I do. But now I realise that you should go first."

He looked at me enquiringly, without speaking. But I noticed that his cock
was reaching full erection again – and this time the blood-engorged tube
was held in place by the strap.

"I will fuck you, Boy, if you want me to. But first I think you should
experience what it feels like to use this" - and I held his erection firmly
– "to enter into someone. I never let many people do this to me. It's quite
a long time since I was last fucked. But I really want you inside me. And
if I'm your first, then that would feel wonderful."

"But I don't know what to do," he exclaimed.

"Oh I think you do. You've seen enough pictures. You just follow what feels
natural." I laughed, and added, "And I'm your `teacher', remember. I'll
help you if you need it!"

"Oh, Tom, I can't believe this is happening." He was pulling on his own
erection. "Just the thought of coming into you." He paused, then "How do
you want me?"

"I think, this time, I should be on my back at the end of the bed. That's
easiest for you. I can lift my butt up on some pillows. Then you can stand
between my legs and come into me. That way we can see each other and you
can see exactly what you're doing."

"OK." He scrambled off the bed and stood waiting, holding his erection, as
I moved down towards him. I pulled some supplies from the drawer.

"You'll need some lube on your cock and my hole to make it easier to enter
me. And maybe you should wear a condom too." He looked at me again. "You
know about HIV and sexual infections. If you've never done this before, you
won't be infected with anything but you can't know what I've done before.
All my tests have been negative, but still, I think you should practice
using a condom."

"You're the Teacher, Tom."

"Come here then." He knelt on the bed again. I took him one more time into
my mouth and played with his balls. Instinctively he started thrusting into
my mouth. I released him and finally pushed the jock-strap down and off his
legs, leaving him fully naked and very aroused.

I removed a condom from its foil packet and rolled it over the end of his
cock and down to the base. He felt it with his hands. "It's so thin."

"Yes, you won't really feel it." Then I squirted some lube onto my fingers
and started smearing it along his length. I pushed another dollop into my
ass and spread it around. "Come on, my sexy young man. I can see you're
fully ready. Time to use that magnificent cock of yours for some serious
action."

I pushed the pillows beneath my lower back as I lay at the edge of the
king-size bed. I moved my legs wide apart to give him access. Boy stood
between my legs looking down at me. From where I lay, his cock looked
warrior-like, sheathed in its thin clear latex, and glistening with the
covering of lube.

"Come closer, cute boy." He moved in towards me, holding and aiming his
erection with his hand. "Rub you cock up and down against my ass." He began
to do so, spreading the lube all over my crack. "Ahh, that feels so good.
Now you're making me very horny."

"Mmmm – you're making me hot as well, Tom. My cock is on fire."

"Good. You look very big. But I want you inside me." I pulled my knees
upwards to open my ass crack wider and let him see my ass-hole. He
continued to rub up and down against me. I really wanted him now. I put my
hands on his thighs and pulled him towards my opening. "Put your cockhead
against my hole." I tried to relax, and let my sphincter muscles open.

"I'm there, Tom," he said.

"I know – I can feel you. Now just slowly push forward." My hands grasped
the top of his thighs and pulled him. Suddenly, I felt his cock-head break
through the ring of muscle that sealed my butt. "Aarghhh."

"I did it! I'm inside you!" he exclaimed in surprise

"Wait a moment. Just stay there. Let me get used to you." I tried to
breathe and relax.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, not really. Just to begin with – for a second. And now it feels so
good." I paused, then, "OK, just very slowly push yourself in more."

He gradually pushed his hips forward and his young, virgin cock slid into
me. I could feel him filling me. He looked down at himself, perhaps amazed
to see his cock disappearing from sight. It took maybe another minute
before I felt the leather cock-strap at the base of his erection rub
against my skin.

I looked up at him to see his wonder. "Tom, it feels so tight – like a big
hand holding me all the way along my cock – and yet I can slide so easily."

"Yes. Now just try moving in and out a little in small strokes." He did –
and I experienced the unmistakable sensation of being fucked.

Boy was looking at me, his eyes wide open. "This is amazing, Tom – I never
knew it would be like this."

"Tell me. What do you feel?"

"I feel so hot, so hard." And to demonstrate his excitement, he started
thrusting backwards and forwards more eagerly. "I love the way my cock just
disappears into you. And you're letting me do it! And then, when I'm all
the way in, I can feel my balls against your bum."

"Yes. I can feel you there too. I feel very full with you fucking me like
this." I tried moving around a little on the bed. His eyes lit up with the
new sensation. "Inside me, there's an area like a large fruit stone called
the `prostate'. It helps make you cum and shoot your sperm out of your
cock. When you fuck me like this, your cock is rubbing against this
prostate giving me lots of sensations. And my ass-hole is full of nerve
endings which you are exciting when your skin."

By now Boy had established a rhythm. He was pushing in and out of me with
his hips. I closed my eyes to savour the sensations. I didn't often allow
myself to get fucked, but with Boy it was different. I wanted him to do it.
I desired him and wanted him inside me. My hand reached to hold my cock as
it lay across my belly in front of him. I gripped it and stroked myself.
"Try varying the thrusts, Boy," I suggested. "Make some quicker and then
slower. Move from side to side. And sometimes go in as deep as you can."
This was our first fuck. There would be time to practice in other positions
if we did this again. Just for now, I wanted to immerse myself in the
moment-by-moment sensations of being fucked by him. I wanted his first fuck
to be so memorable that he would never forget it.

"Tom, I don't think I can last much longer. My balls are really tingling."

"That's OK. Just shoot when you need to." I felt him quicken his pace.

"Should I come out of you?"

"No. You can cum inside me if you want. The condom will catch all your
cum." My own cock was rock solid. I started wanking it harder and faster,
so that I could keep pace with Boy. There was pre-cum everywhere and I used
it to lubricate my whole shaft. I tried to lift myself upwards towards him
in an attempt to kiss him, but the effort was too much. He was so intent on
his own imminent orgasm.

I felt my juices rise from deep down where the amazing Boy was pleasuring
me. "I'm cumming," I warned him. The sensation of eruption flowed up my
hardness and shot from my hand. A great string of cum landed across my
chest, followed by another two onto my belly.

"Arghh, I felt that," he exclaimed, "Like you squeezed my cock each time
you shot." His fucking was frenzied. I wasn't sure I could keep taking this.

"I'm cumming, Tom, I'm cumming!" And I felt his whole body pumping, from
the clenches in his butt muscles to the jerking motion in his cock buried
within me. Two, three, four pumps. He had thrust deeply in with the first
ejaculation, his thighs pressed tightly against mine, his cock buried
within.

Slowly, he subsided. His motion slowed. His face was open-mouthed as he
took in air. He looked down at me, and then very slowly toppled forward,
taking some weight onto his arms, until he lay on top of me. My juices ran
between our chests. I hooked my legs around the back of him, holding him to
me. I wanted to keep him inside me as long as possible.

"Are you still OK?" I asked after a minute or two.

"Oh, Tom, I don't know what to say. I can't describe it."

"Don't try. It's not about words. This is how your body can make you feel.
How your mind can get blown. How you just open the whole of yourself to
someone else." I held him tightly as he showed no signs of wanting to get
off me. "But just tell me that you're OK."

"Mmmm, I'm very OK," was all he said.

We kissed and stroked and hugged. After two or three minutes, I suggested
he might want to move a little. "Hold the base of your cock to keep the
condom in place as you slide out of me." I felt the vacuum effect as he
withdrew. His cock was still enlarged and the condom was filled with a
large quantity of his white fluid. I picked some tissues out of the box,
wiped myself and then wiped him.

"I think we'd better take another shower." I led him across to the bathroom
and adjusted the nozzle. As we stepped inside together, I reached for the
gel and he once again let me soap him and clean him – just like I'd done on
previous occasions, right back to our very first sexual encounter. This
time it felt different. We'd shared something together that took our
intimacy to a whole different plane. Neither of us spoke much. We were
beyond words. After a few minutes, I reached for the towels and we dried
off, again.

As we climbed into bed, it was clear that he wanted to snuggle in and be
hugged. This time I held him from behind in that most reassuring of holds.
He turned his head to me and kissed me. "Thank you ... so much," was all he
said. It was enough.

...................... to be continued soon in Chapter 21 .................

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