Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2015 18:19:21 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy - Chapter 5

This is a gay, erotic fantasy novel focusing around a relationship between
a gay adult man and a gay male youth. It's written for my own entertainment
and it's purely fictional. I'm not endorsing or encouraging any of the
activities that take place in this story. As the reader, please be
responsible for your own thoughts, actions and activities.  Please be
patient: this is an evolving story. Not everything happens immediately, nor
quite in the way you might expect. If descriptions of male-male sex or gay
adult/youth relationships offend you, please leave now.

.............. Continued from Chapter 4 ........

I thought about it, unsure what to do, and wondered about the implications
of such a potential change in our contact with each other. "Are you really
sure? I've only booked one room, and as it's the weekend it's likely to be
busy and I won't be able to get another room for you."

He smiled at me. "That's OK with me, if you don't mind. Normally my friends
share bungalows at the beach and share the cost. I'm used to sleeping on
the floor.  I won't get in your way, honestly. You won't even know I'm
there."

Somehow I doubted that. "Well OK then, if that's what you most like to do
this weekend. Let's think how it might work today, and talk about it again
this evening."


CHAPTER 5

We arrived at the hotel in the early evening at the start of the weekend.
As usual, it had taken longer than I expected to get out of the city and
out to the coast; the traffic had been steady but slow. I was due to meet
up with my friends the next morning for coffee and a day on the beach. I'd
booked a beachside hotel that I'd stayed at once before. It called itself a
`resort' meaning that the accommodation was offered in a range of
bungalow-style chalets scattered around the well-maintained gardens, with a
good-sized swimming pool in the centre.

As I parked the car, a uniformed bellboy appeared to take the luggage. I
could see that Boy was reaching to pick up a bag himself as he got out of
the passenger seat. The bellboy clearly indicated that he saw this as his
job – and the role of the guest was to provide him with a tip.

I walked inside to the reception desk followed by Boy and the bellboy. The
receptionist looked up, smiled and welcomed us – presumably imagining I was
another gay customer accompanied by a local pick-up companion. I wasn't
going to even begin to explain the more complex relationship. I completed
the formalities and we followed the bellboy to the bungalow. He unlocked
the door for us, switched on the electrics and air-con, and placed our two
bags on the luggage rack. He smiled a gentle thanks as I gave him his tip.

Boy looked around. "Wow, this is nice, Mr Tom. Much better than I stay with
my friends."

I knew the sort of inexpensive bamboo beach huts that were more typically
used by local youths for a weekend away. We walked around, looking at the
facilities. As I'd expected, the 6-foot bed and its side shelves took up
one wall, facing a large dressing table with mirrors, flat-screen TV,
fridge beneath, and various welcome decorations. To the left was an
armchair and beyond it the bathroom with a large walk-in shower, basin and
another large mirror. I noted the good supply of toiletries and towels. The
other side of the room was a large wall of windows with a door leading out
onto a balcony overlooking the gardens. The outdoor table and chairs seemed
quite well screened by the planting and gave a degree of privacy without
removing the garden view towards the beach and the evening light.

I turned back in to see that Boy was already flicking through all the
satellite channels on the TV, as he took a drink from his bag.

"Fancy some dinner then?" I asked.

He disappeared into the bathroom with his wash-kit. I heard the sounds of
him re-arranging his various cosmetics, and running some water. It took him
15 minutes to get ready. When he reappeared, he'd redone his hair, brushed
his teeth, changed his shirt, and generally made himself ready for a night
out. I smiled. "How about trying to find a local seafood restaurant?" I
asked, knowing this was one of his favourite foods.

There was no shortage of choice on the beachfront and we enjoyed a good
meal in one of the open-air restaurants overlooking the sea. I had a beer
to relax, and Boy took some coke with lots of ice. I wasn't sure how the
weekend would pan out with Boy in tow, but so far he'd been enjoying the
excursion, chatty, attentive, and seemingly very happy.

We walked along the beach a little, watching the comings-and-goings of
tourists and locals until things started to quieten down. We were back in
the bungalow before 11.00 and the whole resort had gone quiet. Boy sat in
the armchair and put the TV back on, flicking through the channels. I
looked out over the quiet gardens, and then pulled the curtains close.

"Well, I think I'll get ready for bed then. You can stay up if you like,
just don't have the sound too high, please." He nodded back to me.

I went to the bathroom and closed the door. I took a quick shower to feel
clean, washed my face more carefully, and brushed my teeth. How to get into
bed with Boy there, I wondered. Normally, I preferred to sleep naked. What
the hell. I wasn't going to change my usual customs just because he'd asked
to tag along. It was a big bed, and there was plenty of room for him on the
other side. We could share the space just fine. I decided not to risk
embarrassing him, and wrapped a towel around my waist before emerging from
the bathroom. He was still sitting in the armchair engrossed in some local
soap opera. I turned off the overhead light, and switched on the bedside
lamps on either side of the big bed. Then I sat on the bed, discreetly
removed the towel, and slid beneath the crisp sheet. It was a warm night;
with the air-con set to create a gentle airflow, the sheet would be the
only covering necessary.

Boy turned around to me. "Have your finished?"

"Sure, but you can stay up if you want."

"It's OK. I was up early this morning. And tomorrow I may be on the beach
all day. I'll come and sleep now."

He stood up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I lay
in the bed, switched off my bedside light, and tried to make some sense of
the soap opera antics on the TV. Again, I heard the shower running, and
again it took a good ten minutes for Boy to ready himself.

When he emerged bare-chested, he had a large white towel wrapped around his
waist. He walked around the room – almost showing off, I thought – to the
far side of the bed. He hesitated a moment. I realised that he was creating
a little performance for me. He looked at me, smiled, and rather
theatrically took hold of the towel at his waist and unwrapped it, then
dropped it to the floor.

He stood beside the bed, facing me, wearing the blue jockstrap that I'd
bought him a week or two earlier.

"What do you think?" he smiled.

I looked. "Wow, they're good on you." And they were. His smooth chest and
abdomen led down to the broad elastic line that encircled his waist. Below
that, a generous front pouch formed a Y-shape of material to the equally
smooth thighs of each leg. It looked like the front pouch held a good
filling. He stood with feet firmly planted on the floor and his legs
slighted apart. The overall effect was to attract attention – my attention
certainly – to his crotch. There was a well formed bulge in the blue
fabric, but nothing escaped from the sides – no stray hairs, no balls, no
skin. I began to feel aroused at the sight of him standing there in front
of me.

I looked and absorbed his appearance. He was definitely good-looking and
sexy – in an Asian adolescent kind of way.

"You look very good."

As I continued to look, he started to slowly turn around. The bulge of his
cock came into profile. The elastic narrowed to the waist revealing ever
more of his thigh on the side of his leg. This was a cut-away jockstrap. As
he turned his back towards me, the whole of his ass came into view, framed
by the narrow straps running from between his legs, up and across his
buttocks to the waist strap on the hip.

I swallowed.  This could be irresistible. How would I restrain myself?

Oh, he had a cute ass. I knew now that I wanted it. He stood with his back
to me, as I drank in the sight. He looked over his shoulder at me and
smiled.

"Are they the right size?" he asked with a laugh. Momentarily, I wondered
quite what was being measured here. I was aware of my own cock stirring
beneath the sheet.

He completed the turn and posed before me again. "Yes!", I smiled broadly
at him. "You don't want them any bigger. And if they were any smaller,
you'd be spilling out of them."

He walked slowly around the bed showing off in his new sexy underwear.

"Are you sure?" he said, standing next to my side of the bed.

I wanted to reach out and touch him. He was turning me on. I started to
move my hand out from under the sheet.

Then he quickly knelt up on the bed and moved to straddle my body. His
knees were either side of me. My arms were almost trapped at my side
beneath the sheet. The bulge of his jockstrap was directly in front of me.
He lowered his exposed ass onto my abdomen.

My face registered shock initially, then I laughed at his playfulness. He
moved up and down a little on his haunches above me, and as he did so, I
was able to free my arms from beneath the sheet between us.

I put my hands on the exposed skin of his thighs, and gently stroked them.
I wanted to indicate my acceptance and comfortableness with his game. He
smiled back down at me with a little laugh. I continued to rub his skin.

Then, he bent forward and put his head on my chest. It was the same move
that I'd seen him do with Zee a few weeks before. He rested his head there,
letting his cheek and lips touch my chest hair and nipples just above the
top of the sheet. I got the sense that Boy liked other people's nipples. I
lay still, and let him enjoy whatever pleasure he was deriving.

He lifted his head for a moment, and smiled at me before moving back down
onto my chest. As he moved into this crouching position, his hips were
lifted up from the straddle over my abdomen. I imagined his buttocks, crack
and ass hole now fully exposed to the air behind him, framed by the
jockstrap he was wearing.

My hands moved up from stroking his thighs, around him, until I was holding
both ass cheeks. I squeezed them gently and stroked his soft, smooth skin.

I moved my head to lightly kiss the top of his head resting on my chest.

I felt my cock fully aroused beneath the sheet. I knew it was pointing up
my body, the engorged cockhead lying on my belly, occasionally twitching in
excitement. I felt my nipples hard and proud beneath this face. Surely he
knew what he was doing to me.

He raised his face and looked at me. As he slowly sat back up, his ass was
lowered back onto my belly. He was sitting on my hard cock, with just the
sheet between my skin and his. He adjusted his sitting position a little.
His ass crack covered the length of my thick cock.

"Can I sleep next to you again please, Mr. Tom, like I did in that storm? I
don't like being in a strange bed all on my own – I sometimes get scared."

I swallowed. "Well, if you're sure you want to ..."

He didn't need any more of an invitation. He slid off my body, got in
underneath the sheet, curled onto his side facing away from me, and moved
in towards my body.

Now it was my turn to move. I turned towards him and moved my upper arm
over and around him to hold him. I didn't feel I should get any closer but
he squirmed backwards until he was up against me. He felt like he was
settling in for sleep.

Sleep was the last thing on my mind. I was acutely aware of my raging
erection pressed up against Boy. But he didn't move. His breathing was slow
and even. The length of his back was resting against my chest. My cock was
lying rigidly against his ass cheeks, still framed by his exposed
jockstrap. I could sense the blood filling my hard penis. It was twitching
slightly. I was so horny lying up against this beautiful boy in my bed. I
wanted to wank. I knew I'd never sleep until I'd cum. But I could hardly
start to play with myself whilst lying next to him in the bed. It tried to
will my cock to subside but it was no good. My cock was solid, the whole
length of it pressed against his buttocks. I waited a time hoping that I
might fall asleep. No way, with this level of excitement! I listened to his
breathing, still slow and even. Maybe he was falling asleep. I waited
another five minutes. My mind remained totally focused on the heat rising
up from my balls and into my cock.

When I judged that he must be asleep, I slowly removed my hand from around
Boy, and slid softly out of the bed. I walked quietly around the bed and
into the bathroom, acutely aware of my nakedness in the room and the hard
erection jutting out in front of me.

There was a soft, low light coming through the small bathroom window above
the shower. I quietly pushed the door almost closed. I stood in front of
the basin and took hold of my hardness. This wasn't going to take long. I
started to stroke myself with my right hand. This boy had got me very
horny. My left hand slipped down to cup my balls and play with them; they
were pulling up into my body already preparing to shoot a heavy load. Now I
was in a strong wanking rhythm, feeling great. My eyes had been closed with
pleasure. Now, as I felt my cum beginning to rise, I opened them. As I
looked at my highly excited body in the mirror, I saw Boy's reflection
also. He was standing quietly in the doorway watching me wanking in the
mirror. Our eyes met. I was too far gone to say anything – and I certainly
wasn't about to stop. He stepped towards me, his hands by his sides. He was
looking down at my hand furiously stroking my cock, the foreskin fully
retracted and the purple cockhead wet with leaking pre-cum. He put his hand
on my ass, low down, near my crack and very gently massaged my bum with a
little circular motion.

"AAARRGGHHHHH."  This was enough to send me over the top. A large gob of
cum shot out of my cockhead, right across the basin, and splashed onto the
mirror.  It was followed by two more that landed in the basin. I stood
there, my legs rigid, as the climax took hold, the orgasm flooded my body
with hot sensations, and my breath came in gasps and moans. White jism
leaked out over my hand as it slowly eased off the pace. Boy's hand still
rested on my buttocks

"Wow, that was big," said Boy, looking at me in the mirror's reflection.
And with that, he slowly removed his hand, turned away and went back to the
bed.

I cleaned myself up, wiped the mirror and basin, and thoroughly rinsed my
spent cock in a spray of water. As I walked back into the darkened bedroom,
my cock still felt warm and filled with blood. I slid back in under the
sheet, and lay on my back a little distance from Boy's body. He made no
sound.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

There was no reply. I could sense his breathing. It was almost like he was
holding himself in. He moved very slightly. "Yes," he said in a whisper.

There was a very small movement in the bed. He was lying on his back. In
the very dim light filtering into the room, I detected a gentle movement
half-way down his body. I almost laughed aloud. He must be wanking himself,
and doing it so slowly that he hoped I wouldn't notice.

"Boy," I said, as gently and carefully as I could, "I feel so good now that
I've cum tonight. It's natural. If you want to cum too, that's great. You
don't have to hide it from me. We're both men here in this bed. We both
know what it's like to feel excited and to want to cum."

His hand started to move faster under the sheet. His breath started to
become shorter as he gasped in air. He was getting close.

"Boy," I whispered, "Can I watch you cum, please?"

He didn't answer. Maybe he was too far gone. Or perhaps that was a small
nod of his head.

I turned towards him and lifted the sheet up and off his smooth, slim body.

He was still wearing his jockstrap, his right hand inside the elastic
moving up and down with fast little movements. His hips were moving up and
down on the bed, lifting his backside of the mattress.

"Let me help you," I whispered. I took hold of the waist elastic and lifted
the jockstrap up and over his hand as it pumped his cock, freeing him
completely.  "There, that's easier and gives you more room."

He was beautiful to watch. His eyes were closed. His teenage cock was fully
engorged. There was a fuzz of dark hair under his fist around the base of
his cock. Otherwise his balls, thighs and abdomen were completely smooth
and hairless.

His climax was approaching. His hips lifted, arching his back, his cock
pointing almost at his face. Then he used a few long slow strokes to pull
his foreskin right up and then right down. He shot a string of white cum
across his chest and abdomen. I wanted to stroke it into his belly, or
taste it. I just rested my hand underneath him, helping to take his weight
until he subsided back down onto the bed. His eyes stayed closed.

I reached to fetch some tissues from beside the bed, and started to clean
him.

"Thank you. That was really beautiful and special ... just like you."

He didn't say anything. I wondered if he was going to go back to sleep
lying there. After I finished wiping him, he slowly turned and slid off the
bed, disappearing into the bathroom. I heard the taps running and then the
toilet flush. A minute or two later he came out again and climbed back into
the bed. This time he was completely naked. He turned his back to me,
wriggled backwards into my body, and reached for my hand to hold him again.
Nothing more was said. Within three minutes, as I replayed the events of
the evening in my mind, he'd fallen asleep.


............ to be continued in Chapter 6

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