Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 22:15:17 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy - chapter 22

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

......................... the ending of Chapter 21 ..........................

Boy looked down again and grinned. "Thank you, dad. I think we can have fun
like that." He reached behind him to feel my hardness. "Now are you up to
putting that cock inside your son again? I just want to feel you again,
dad, before I go to sleep."

He sat up with his legs either side of me. He squatted over my cock and
held me upright.

"Wait – you'll need some lube, `son'," I said quickly, and reached over to
find the bottle, squirting some onto my hand.

When everything was slicked, Boy squatted lower and slowly sank himself
onto my cock. This time there was almost no resistance. Once inside, he
slid down my length until he was sitting on my pelvis.

"Oh this feels so good. You're completely filling me dad." He moved himself
up and down on me whilst stroking himself at the same time. I put my hands
behind my head to watch him. His pleasure was written all over his face. I
didn't need to do anything. He varied the pace a little, but was intent on
achieving another orgasm. I reached up to tweak his nipples and this caused
him to jerk even faster. Within two or three minutes his cock erupted with
another fusillade of cum that landed across my chest and belly. As he leant
forward again to kiss me, my cock slid out from him. I pulled some tissues
from the box to clean us both and then we settled down for a long sleep. I,
for one, was feeling pretty exhausted from all the sexual and emotional
energy of the day.

CHAPTER 22

Well, that certainly changed the tone and tempo of our life together in the
apartment. Now every night Boy wanted us to sleep together – and I
certainly wasn't going to refuse him. Most of the time we continued to be
completely nude around the place, with ample opportunity to touch each
other intimately – or do more with each other. Sometimes Boy indulged my
love of underwear by wearing a variety of briefs, hipsters and jockstraps.
We even went out to buy some more from the Night Market so he would have
more choice. A couple of times he managed to `borrow' some skinny briefs
from his brother Nut that did very little to hide his package. I found my
cock going up and down like a yo-yo some days.

And then there was the private language between us. We developed the
father-son roles in quite imaginative ways when we were alone together. Boy
took the lead initially and he was certainly very aroused by the whole
game-play:

"I really want to suck your cock now, dad, and help you cum."

"Dad, my ass feels in need of a fuck."

"Please show your son how to use that dildo again."

"Dad, what would you like to do with your boy tonight?"

"Would you give me a strip-wash please dad?"

It took me only a little longer to get into the game. After two or three
days I found myself referring to him in private as `son'. I supposed it
helped that his real nick-name was `Boy' so the transition from one to the
other was quite simple. What I struggled with more was the variety of
different roles that we were juggling with. I was still employing Boy to
work for me around the apartment; I was paying him a regular wage for this.
Whatever else we might call it, he was also in some kind of boyfriend
relationship with me, although we rarely talked about this. We shared a bed
together, we went away together, we lived together as a `couple' – and
that's how people increasingly saw us. And yet the age difference between
us did mean that I could, chronologically, be his father. He behaved with
me as an adult partner, and engaged in an adult sexual relationship, yet
spoke sometimes in the role of my `son'.

Although this was unplanned and unexpected, I did feel that somehow it
tapped into a shadow aspect of myself. I wasn't a paedophile. I'd never
gone chasing after young boys. True, I had sometimes had sex with
younger-looking guys in a massage shop or sauna, but the entrance rules for
these places always operated strict age criteria. I'd known I was gay since
puberty and I'd never engaged in intimate relationships with women. It
seemed very unlikely that I would ever have a biological child of my own.
And yet here was Boy offering me something akin to such a relationship, at
least in our physical role play. And I was enjoying it! I liked the
paternal aspects that it brought out within me towards him. I was clearly
enjoying the older-younger dynamic. I found myself looking at more teenage
boys and becoming aware of their sexual potency. Increasingly, this was
feeling quite natural. My desire for Boy had been present since we first
met. Now it was reaching some kind of fulfilment. He was making demands on
me and I didn't feel any resistance to this. We didn't employ the `roles'
all the time, but when we did it felt exciting and adventurous. In short,
this new tone to our relationship was opening up whole new aspects of me as
a sexual, intimate man.




Boy reminded me that we were going to the Cineplex in one of the shopping
malls that evening, and that he'd arranged for Toby to join us. He and his
brother had met up with Toby and his friend at the bowling rink the
previous week, and Boy and Toby had gone on for some dinner together
afterwards. I gathered that there had been a bit of flirting between them
through the afternoon and evening. Boy had been able to confirm that Toby
was gay, and it looked as though Nut was interested in his friend Chakri.
I'd met these boys only once – at the sports centre one afternoon when Boy
and I had gone for a game of tennis. There had been a small group of boys
from the International School there at the same time, and Toby and Chakri
had obviously been checking us out in the showers afterwards. Later, in the
café area, these two boys had passed our table and Boy had continued to
flirt with them. This had led to the afternoon at the bowling rink, and now
Boy had fixed up for Toby to come with us to the cinema. I wasn't worried
by the growing friendship between the two boys. I felt very secure in the
way my relationship with Boy was developing – particularly after all the
very recent activities between us. I could see that Boy was interested in
Toby, and sensed that this interest was reciprocated. Maybe it would
develop into something more between them. This felt like an extension to
our network of relationships rather than any kind of threat to it. I
remembered Toby as a good-looking English boy. I was interested to know
more about him in a relaxed environment – and see just where all these
connections might lead us.

Boy had asked me if Toby could come with us. There had been some calls and
text messages between them.

"If you're OK with it, dad, I'm just going to text Toby to confirm the
arrangements for this evening. I'll suggest we meet at the mall around
5.30. I'm going to tell him to wear something sexy!  I think you'll like
him more without his school uniform on!"

I laughed back. "He's your friend," I replied, "And I'm very happy to meet
him again and get to know him a bit more. So what are you going to wear
then?"

"I thought I'd wear those new khaki shorts that I bought last weekend. I
look good in those don't I? They're pretty tight fitting."

"Yes, they look great on you. But remember – it's a public place – behave
please!"  Sometimes I could sound just like a real father.

oOo

We made our way to the mall in good time. As arranged, we both waited near
the entrance to the Cineplex on the top floors of the building. There was a
choice of over half-a-dozen films but we'd decided on an action movie.
Around 5.30, Boy spotted Toby walking towards us across the concourse. I
took him in with my eyes. He was wearing a pair of very tight fitting
trousers which must have been white or light grey in colour. They almost
looked a size or two too small for him. They were so low on his hips that
the front zip must have been very short. That only accentuated the large
bulge of his crotch. I stared at it for a few moments. I remembered the
sight of him in his trunks at the swimming pool. This boy was big! He'd put
on a blue shirt with cut-out sleeves and an open neck; the combination with
the trousers looked very good. His school back-pack was slung over his
shoulder.

Boy went up to his and gave him a good hug. It was so physical that I
noticed a few other people looking at the boys as they walked past. Then he
introduced Toby to me again.

 "Hi Toby," I opened, "It's great to see you again. And don't you two look
like brothers – except for the skin colour, of course." I was going to be
very polite and English and give him a handshake, but before I could
complete the action, Toby had stepped up to me and put his arm up on my
shoulder for a little embrace. This boy was quite forward! At such close
distance, I could smell the scent on him. "Mmm, nice eau-de-toilette – you
must tell me what it is."

The boys talked together about what they'd both been up to, and Toby
started chatting about his school. I decided to leave them to it and went
to join the queue for tickets. Toby got out his wallet to give me some
money but I told him it was our invitation and I would treat everyone. He
was welcome to buy some snacks at the fast-food counters if he wanted to
spend his money. The cinema sales assistant showed me the range of seats
available in the auditorium and I decided to splash out a bit and take one
of the booths at the back. With Boy being so demonstrative with his new
friend, I felt that a little more privacy might be necessary. These booths
were like little boxes, each with their own seating and a great view over
the length of the auditorium.

When we found our way to the booth and opened the door to step in, there
was a long sofa bench with arms and a high backrest which could easily
accommodate five or six people. The booth was screened from other
neighbouring booths by side walls, and the whole area was raised slightly
above the stalls seats. It was certainly private. There was a bit of
playing around as we all tried to work out where to sit, until Boy piped
up, "I want to sit between you both, so I'm close to Tom and to you Toby."
He gave me a rather mischievous look as if he was plotting something in his
mind.

As the adverts and trailers played across the screen, Boy sat in close to
me and put his hand on my leg, slowly stroking my thigh from knee to groin.
I looked across at him and saw that he was going exactly the same to Toby
on the other side. I was familiar with Boy's tactile touch – though he
usually wasn't so demonstrative in public places – but I wondered quite how
Toby would react to this physical touch. As I watched them both from the
corner of my eye, Toby seemed to be coping pretty well. He'd even moved his
own arm across to rest it on Boy's thigh. However, just as this little
episode of petting got going, the national anthem was broadcast and we all
need to stand, as is the Thai custom.

Shortly afterwards the main feature started playing and I became engrossed
in the story line. In my peripheral vision I was aware that the two boys
seemed more engrossed in each other. Boy was taking the lead, touching and
stroking Toby on his legs and moving in to his crotch. There was a movement
on the seat, and I turned to seat Toby shift his position to open his legs
more. I was a little surprised at such an obvious display and guessed that
Boy's ministrations must be having an effect on Toby. Quite what room there
was for any reaction in those tight trousers was impossible to imagine.

I returned my attention to the film on the screen. Some time later, Boy
leaned back towards me and gave me a kiss, as if to keep me happy too.  I
returned the kiss enthusiastically and whispered to Boy that if he wanted
to play with Toby he should just go ahead, and not be at all worried that I
might somehow disapprove. With that `permission', Boy gave me another long
tonguing before returning his attention to Toby. Their faces moved
together, and I could see Boy squeezing the farang boy through his tight
trousers. I let them enjoy themselves for several minutes more. Then some
more movement on the seat caused me to look across again. Boy was working
his hand inside Toby's shirt, undoing the buttons. I could just make out
the round buttons of his nipples on his white chest before Boy's mouth
moved in to nip and suck on them. I heard the sharp intake of breath and
`Aarghh' sound from Toby. It looked like he was becoming quite aroused and
I wondered just how far Boy was prepared to go in the privacy of our
darkened booth. Toby glanced across at me and our eyes met. I think he was
anxious about my reaction. I smiled back to him and gave him a nod, before
letting my own hand rest on Boy's body. Toby went back to enjoying the
sensation of what Boy was doing to him.

After another five minutes there was more movement in our booth as Boy
stood up. He was whispering to Toby, and the two boys changed places so
that Toby was now sitting between us. I could sense that he'd been paying
very little attention to the film and was feeling quite aroused. Perhaps he
was still unsure about me.

"I can see why Boy likes you so much," I said to reassure him. "I thought
you looked good in the sports centre. Now I can see you're a very handsome
young man."

 "Oh, do you think so?" he looked at me, catching my eye before adding,
"Thank you!"

"Yes, I do. I don't see many English boys of your age here in Bangkok.
There are plenty of older farang, and so many Thai boys – it makes a very
pleasant change to enjoy the company of a good-looking farang boy." I gave
him the gentlest of reassuring touches. I didn't want to confuse this boy
any more. He was definitely interested in Boy. I could see that Boy was
still touching and stroking him on the other side, and Toby was wriggling
around on the seat in response to all the touch. There was a huge bulge at
his crotch. His legs were splayed in front of him, and my attention was
drawn more and more to his physical body. His shirt buttons were still
undone. His adolescent thighs seemed to be developing a nicely muscled
shape as they approached the join of his torso. I couldn't stop imagining
what a naked Toby would be like. And how hot it would be to see these two
boys playing nude with each other.

I sensed that Toby was glancing at me surreptitiously from time to time.
"Are you enjoying Boy's attention?" I asked as innocently as I could to
distract attention from my own thoughts, "I know how much he likes playing
with other male bodies."

"Mmm ... yes ... it's nice.".

Then it was as though I couldn't stop myself. The words were out before I
realised it. I'd leaned towards Toby and whispered: "And would you mind if
I touched you too?"

He looked at me and we exchanged knowing glances. "Err ... no ... I mean, go
ahead ... I don't mind."

Suddenly I felt very turned on by the presence of this hot teen boy so
close to me on the seat. I could feel my cock thickening and lengthening
down my trouser leg. I turned back to the screen and at the same time
placed my hand quite deliberately on Toby's thigh that was almost resting
against mine. I didn't do anything more for a time, but eventually I
couldn't resist the temptation and I let my hand move slowly up and down
his trouser leg. After a few moments Toby moved in his seat. He slid
forward a little and opened his legs more. There was no doubt this was a
clear invitation to me to feel more. I responded. I gripped his thigh with
my fingers, and then moved them around to feel his inner thigh. I was aware
of the firmness of his muscles just below the skin. I moved my hand up
until the edge of my fingers brushed his root. I let it rest there for a
minute. Boy's fingers on Toby's other thigh brushed against mine. There was
a little upward thrust from Toby and my hand slid up to cover his genitals.
My fingers were curved over the basket of his balls and my palm and wrist
lay over the bulge of his cock. With no resistance, I seemed to have
permission to play. I moved my hand in a circular motion across his
genitals and was rewarded by a further swelling as he came to attention. He
was large! I needed to experiment with my fingers to get some idea of his
thickness as well as his length. Although I guessed he was a year or two
younger than Boy, he was considerably bigger!

"I can see that Boy didn't exaggerate," I whispered to him. "You really are
quite well endowed, aren't you?"

"Err, I don't know," maybe he was blushing, "If you say so. I guess you
have more experience than me."  Then a moment later he added, "Just a
moment – could you lift your hand please?"  I looked down as Toby slid his
hand inside his trousers and adjusted himself.

I heard Boy whisper, "Oh, you should have let me do that."

I put my hand back down to feel his again. "It feels like you must be
bigger than Boy." After playing with him a little longer, I moved my arm
away and placed it around his back in a loose and friendly embraced. He
seemed to relax into me.

"Are you Ok like this?" I asked, before adding. "You can touch me ... if you
want to."

For a minute or two, nothing happened as we sat together. Then as I watched
the screen I felt Toby's hand touch my leg. A few moments later, he began
making some tentative movements. I let my leg move slightly until our knees
were touching as an indication of my consent. I wanted him to take things
at his own pace – and only as far as he wanted to go. Gradually, he seemed
to become more confident. He let his hand move around on my thigh, and then
work inwards. Eventually he brushed his fingers across my genital area. It
felt amazing, and I was aware of my own arousal in my trousers. I did
nothing to stop him. His hand found my semi-engorged shaft lying at an
angle across my belly. He squeezed it, and I felt a glob of pre-cum ooze
from my slit. Now he was touching me with his fingers up and down my
length, and down over my balls. He was really turning me on as we sat there
together in the booth. I lifted my crotch upwards slightly into his hand. I
leaned in very close to his ear: "That's very good, you touching me there
like that."  I turned to face him and as he glanced across at me, I gave
him a gentle mouth-to-mouth kiss. He looked surprised, but didn't take his
face away, so I moved in again to give him a longer kiss on the lips.

"You're a very attractive young man. And you seem to be enjoying yourself
very much," I offered

He replied with a quiet laugh and smile, "I am." I felt his hand in my
groin giving me a very definite, hard squeeze.

My response was to go for another, longer kiss on his very appealing face.
This time I pushed with my tongue to open his mouth. After a moment of
uncertainty, he relaxed and opened up. My tongue slipped inside and I deep
kissed him. I pulled him into me with the arm around his shoulder and
pressed into him, his hand in my groin and my other hand in his. Breaking
the kiss eventually, I told him, "You really are amazingly mature."

There was only another fifteen minutes to the end of the film. I could tell
you what had been happening during the first half of the film, but the
denouement was completely lost on me as my attention had been diverted by
the awareness and focus on Toby after he came to sit next to me.

We got up to leave our booth as the lights came back up. It was around 7.15
in the evening and I for one was feeling hungry. It was much easier to eat
out in one of the restaurants in the mall than to go back home and eat.

 "Are you able to come for some dinner with us, Toby? It would be great if
you could." And then I added, in case he was anxious about the cost: "My
treat."

He thought about it for a moment before agreeing. "Yes. I told our maid I
would be home later."

"Good – let's find somewhere in the mall. What do you fancy Boy?"

We descended to the main food court and restaurant floor where we explored
all the various offerings. Boy wanted a hot-pot buffet restaurant, so we
queued for a couple of minutes before being shown to a table in the corner.
I sat across from the two teenagers.  It seemed like this was the first
time that Toby had eaten at such a restaurant where you choose a wide
selection of uncooked meats, vegetables and noodles to be brought to the
table, and then you cook them yourself in a large electric pan in the
middle.

"Did you both enjoy the film?" I asked.

Boy grinned. "Yes – but I found there were lots of distractions."

Toby then added, "I had a great time, thanks. The film was ok, and being
with you two guys was fun also."

I sensed that this had been quite a novel experience for him – and probably
for all of us. I wanted to check that he still felt relatively comfortable
about it all. "I hope we didn't embarrass you."

Toby thought about this for a moment before replying. "Um – well, I've
never been so private in a cinema before. But the touching felt very nice."

"And you were very responsive. That was fun." I looked across the table at
them both.

"And we all got a bit worked up. I think I might need some relief when I
get home tonight, Tom," said Boy, before adding, "Shame you'll be on your
own Toby."  He grinned at his friend and I saw him nudge him under the
table.

"Oh, I'm used to that," joked Toby, although he might have been jealous at
what Boy had been insinuating about what the two of us got up to together.

"Hey, boys, stop flirting!" I interrupted, "You'll get us thrown out of
here. Don't you know to behave in public?"

"You mean – behave like we were doing together in the cinema," responded
Boy.

"That's different. No-one could see you."

Boy jumped straight back: "Or you – you were enjoying it just as much."

I realised that Boy was pretty interested in Toby, and almost certainly
wanted to develop the friendship more – and probably into something sexual.
It seemed that Toby might be keen to reciprocate with his friend. "Hmm,
maybe," I said non-commitally, "Anyway, if you two boys want to play, why
don't you invite Toby over to the apartment one day?"

"Would you like to come? It would be fun if you did," Boy asked. "We could
use the gym together, or swim in the pool. You just need to bring some
shorts or something with you."

Toby was a little hesitant in his reply, perhaps not wanting to push things
too far. But he also seemed to want to sustain the friendship. "Err, ok,
yes, that would be good. Thank you. We finish school for the holidays at
the end of this week. This weekend dad is taking me to Kanchanarburi. He's
booked us into a nice hotel. But next week I could come over any day."

"Great, let's make a date!" responded Boy, enthusiastically.  "We'll chat
online anyway and make some plans."

We chatted about Toby's school, Boy's experiences at school, and my life in
Bangkok, for the next three-quarters of an hour. Everyone seemed very
relaxed. At the end of the meal, Toby was very polite in thanking me for a
`great evening'. I gave him a hug as we parted in the street, and Boy gave
him a very obvious kiss as well as a long embrace.

oOo

Later that evening Boy and I were relaxing back at the apartment. Whilst
we'd been out, an email had arrived that I needed to discuss with him.

"Boy, I've received a message today from Peter. He's a guy I used to know
some years back who lives in California."

"Oh, one of your other boyfriends, you mean?"

"No, no. He's definitely gay, but we've never had sex together or anything
like that."

"So how did you get to know him?"

"He read something I'd written and got in touch. We chatted online for
quite some time. Then when I was in California, I looked him up and he
showed me around a bit."

"I see. But no sex, huh? I'm not sure I believe that!"

"Well, it's true. Anyway, it seems that he's got some holiday and he's
thinking of visiting Thailand. He's heard all about this country, and the
gay life here, and wants to come and see for himself."

"Another farang tourist!"

"Maybe. But the economy needs farang money.  Anyway, he's asking for my
advice about what to see and where to go. I was wondering whether to offer
him somewhere to stay when he arrives in Bangkok. Maybe help him find his
feet here. What do you think? Could we put someone up for a week – or more
if he wanted longer?"

"I don't know. I don't know this Peter. When Nut came to stay, he was my
brother and that was easy. He's your friend and you can invite who you
like. Where would you want him to sleep?"

"I won't invite him if you're not comfortable about it. I'm sure he could
stay in a hotel, and I could meet him. I thought you might be interested to
meet another farang guy – someone who's a bit older than your new friend
Toby!  I guess he'd stay in the guest bedroom."

"And would I still sleep in your bedroom?"

"Yes, of course! If you still want to." And then I added as a tease, "Or if
you suddenly decide that Peter is more attractive, you might want to join
him. Ha."

Boy gave me a mock-punch. "Well that's OK then. Do you know when he's going
to come?"

"He doesn't say. I don't suppose it will be immediately. He'll need to
organise flights and things."

"Right. You can invite him if you like. It might have some questions for
you about him, though. I'll let you know."

oOo

A little later, we retired to the bedroom and got ready for bed. I sat on
the edge of the bed watching Boy as he emerged from the bedroom.  I took in
his gorgeous skin colour, his maturing body, the shape of his rounded butt,
his cock dangling between his legs, and the pale skin above it where he'd
shaved himself smooth again.

"Hello beautiful young man. How are you feeling this evening?" I said, as
he climbed on top of the bed.

"I'm feeling really good, dad. I've had a great day."  It was his use of
the `dad' role that alerted me that he had something on his mind.

"Do you want to tell me about it son?"

"Mmm, ok. Well, I had a great time at the cinema. Thanks for taking us
both. And it was really nice to enjoy the hot-pot meal together." He
paused. "I wanted to ask you – what do you think of my new friend Toby?"

"He seems really nice. You don't need to worry – I'm very happy that you're
making a new friend. He seems quite mature for his age. I was quite
surprised that he was so willing to touch and play like that in the cinema."

"Yeah, that was great fun. And I saw you touching him and kissing him too,
dad. Did you like doing that with him?"

"Yes, he's a very attractive boy."

"I think he's really hot, dad. He got me very excited." He lifted his body
up from the bed, so I could see his rising cock. "He's got a great body. I
think he's really big. Much bigger than Thai boys of his age, anyway. Maybe
it's just a farang thing."

"Hmm, yes, he seemed quite well endowed," I replied, getting the sense of
where this conversation might be headed.

"So, do you fancy him dad – like I do?"

I recalled my thoughts of the afternoon and evening – and my promise to be
honest with Boy. "I think he's got a strong, attractive body. He's a good
kisser. He was certainly wearing very tight clothes today." I paused before
adding, "I did wonder what you two might be like together."

"Did you imagine us naked together, dad?"

"Mmm, yes, I think that would be hot, son."

"Dad – I've never seen a farang boy like that before. I know that he's
farang and I'm Thai, but I keep imagining what it might be like if he was
my half-brother ... or another of my cousins. How would it be if you were the
dad to both of us?" And with that, he reached down to feel me and put his
hand on my throbbing cock. "Oh, I think you like that idea, dad."

I rolled onto Boy, squashing his body beneath mine. "I can imagine he's
probably just as hot as you are, son," I said as I used my tongue to kiss
him deeply.

"Mmm, yeah. Imagine a three-way with us all, and you wanting to fuck both
your sons. I wonder if he's top or bottom. He could be almost the same size
as you. I could take you both!"

This conversation and fantasy was really turning me on. I started pressing
myself into Boy.

He pre-empted matters by saying, "Dad, this afternoon and evening with you
and my brother have got me really horny again. I need you to fuck my ass,
dad, with your meat. It feels so hot. I have to feel you in me. I can't
sleep until you do."  I started to get up off him, whilst he continued. "I
want to be on my back with my legs in the air, so I can watch you as you
fuck my ass, dad.

Hurriedly, Boy positioned himself at the edge of the bed and used his hands
to pull open his legs by holding them behind his knees. I reached to the
bedside drawer for the lube and smeared it over my member.

"Go on dad, just fuck me. I need to feel you in me now."

The lube and the pre-cum were mixing on my helmet as I stood between his
legs. I let my head poke and play around his crack and rosebud. I was as
horny as he was. I grabbed his thighs and started to push into him. At
first there was resistance but after a little more play, his bud opened up
and I slipped in past his sphincter muscles. I felt my shaft slide down his
canal. I looked down at Boy and returned his gaze. He squirmed forward a
little on the bed as if he could force more of me into him. His face
radiated rapture.

"Fuck me, dad. I just love what you're doing with me."


................... to be continued in Chapter 23 of 'Boy' .................
(There may be a longer wait than usual. I'm writing 'Thai Pan' just now,
and on holiday.)


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