Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2015 21:14:25 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy - Chapter 8

This is a gay, erotic fantasy novel about a relationship between
a gay adult man and a gay male youth. It's written for my own entertainment
and it's purely fictional. Enjoy!

................... Continued from Chapter 7 ...................

"It was ... amazing. The water, the hands, your tongue, your mouth. I can't
describe it. Wow."

As I held him up, I lowered my head and kissed him gently on the top of his
head.

"Good. I'm really glad I could help you with a new, sensual experience."

I took hold of his softening cock very gently in one hand, and used the
other to pat and stroke his buttocks.

"Now, perhaps you should give yourself another shower to clean up – and
wash off any more ... sand!  Then we can get dressed and go out and enjoy
dinner with Jack and your friend Chai."

CHAPTER 8

Half an hour later we were both dressed casually for an evening out in
town. I was wearing slim-fitting trousers and a polo-shirt. Boy was wearing
a new pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt; he'd made a point of showing me
the jock-strap that he'd also put on underneath.

We took a taxi into town and walked to the restaurant where I'd arranged to
meet Jack and Chai. The waiter brought us drinks as we looked over the
menu. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed their day.

Jack and I started to talk about our respective plans for the future. In my
case, I had every intention of continuing to live in this country: the
climate was idyllic, the living costs affordable, and the gay life very
pleasant. Especially just now.

I looked across at Boy. He was sitting close to Chai, his new found
older-friend, and they were chatting away in their own language. I noticed
Boy putting up his hand to his mouth and talking more quietly, as if to
disguise what he was saying to Chai. Chai was encouraging him to say more.
After a minute of two, I heard Chai laugh out loud, and say, "Well done,
Boy, well done."

It seemed clear to me that Boy had been recounting some tale about himself
of which he was very proud. And the only tale that came to my mind was the
one that had just happened in our bungalow's bathroom – and which Chai had
no doubt prompted through his private disclosures to Boy about his own sex
life with Jack. I didn't mind. It seemed to me that Boy was becoming more
confident and out-going. He was certainly far more comfortable now around
my friends. And from our time together, it seemed he was becoming more
sexually adventurous as well.

We enjoyed a good meal together and afterwards we went on to a local
beach-bar for a couple more drinks, watching the constant parade of people
walking up-and-down the pavement and the beach, some holding hands, others
talking animatedly, and a few clearly flirting. As the evening came to an
end, we said farewell to each other, with hugs all round. I watched as Chai
and Boy gave each other a very close hug and Chai patted Boy on his back
and backside. Boy seemed to enjoy the attention. As they parted, Chai
whispered something to Boy in his ear.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself this evening," I said, once we'd
climbed into a taxi back to our resort.

"Yes, it was very nice, Mr Tom. I like your friend Chai – he's very funny."

"What was he saying to you just now?" I enquired.

"Oh, he was wishing me a good evening," he laughed, "and said he hoped I
enjoy myself tonight."

"Meaning?"

"... I don't know," he hesitated, "but he makes lots of suggestions. Maybe
they will happen."

I decided not to pursue this. If Chai was plotting something, or if Boy and
Chai had something in mind together, I would probably find out about it
sometime. And better not to intrude on his privacy ... any more than had
already happened.

The taxi stopped at the resort and we got out to return to our bungalow in
the garden. It was quite late, and most of the other guests had already
retired. The music in the bar-restaurant was winding down.

Back in the room, I took off my polo-shirt and trousers and hung them up in
the wardrobe. Boy switched on the TV. I went into the bathroom to get ready
for bed. After a final pee and clean, I dropped my boxers onto a pile of
dirty washing, and went back into the bedroom. It hardly mattered if Boy
saw me naked now, after all that had happened before. I slid in under the
bed-sheet and reached for my book.

A few minutes later, Boy announced that he would come to bed too. He left
the TV on at low volume and disappeared into the bathroom. It seems to take
most Asians quite a long time to complete all their ablutions and it was
nearly ten minutes before he reappeared again, switching off the bathroom
light as he left.

He was smiling broadly. He was also wearing just the sexy jock-strap that
he'd modelled for me the previous night.

He slid into the other side of the bed, and turned out the bedside light on
his side.

"Thank you for giving me a very nice weekend, Mr Tom."

"You're welcome. It's been fun having you for company," I replied.

"Mr Tom ... can I ...," he began.

"Boy," I interrupted, "I don't think you need to keep calling me `Mr' any
more – we seem to have got to know each other quite well. You can just call
me `Tom' like everyone else does."

"Oh. I thought the boss always likes to be called `Mr'."

"Yes, that may be true in a business office or shop. But I think we've gone
a bit beyond that. Not many staff get in the shower with their boss, like
we did this afternoon. I think you should just call me `Tom' from now on.
It's much more friendly."

"Oh ... ok then, Mr T ... sorry, Tom."

"That sounds better."

"Yes ... Tom.  And what I was going to ask you ... Tom ... was ..."

"What?  You can always ask. Like I said, you don't have to be afraid of me."

"Well ... what I want to ask is ... what I want to try is ... well ... I'd like to
find out what it's like to use my mouth."

I was unprepared. For a moment, I looked at him without responding.

"Please ... Tom.  I really want to give it a go. Like then I've experienced
it both ways."

He looked at me, his face all innocent and smiling.

"And maybe you can tell me if I'm doing it right."

I could feel my cock stirring across my thigh. Soon it would be evident
beneath the thin sheet.

"You have experienced it before, I think, Tom," he added.

"Are you sure, Boy?" I asked. "Just because I showed you what it was like
doesn't mean that you have to do anything for me."

"Yes, I want to, really I do. That way I can learn. I can practice."

At that moment, I made the connection. "Ah, so that's what your new friend
Chai was whispering to you in the restaurant this evening?"

"Well." he blushed, "Chai did tell me that it's quite different to take
someone in your mouth, and that I should try it both ways to see what I
like most.  He said in English it's called `practice makes perfect'. But
really, I do want to try and see what it's like."

He sat up a little in the bed and looked down at me.

"And I think your cock likes the idea too, Tom," he laughed, as he pointed
to my cock which had become fully erect now underneath the sheet.

Boy reached out his hand to grip my member. He squeezed it and stroked it
through the fabric.

"See?" he added, as he continued to play with me.

After all that had happened that day, I was beginning to feel pretty horny
again, and Boy's hand was simply adding to my excitement. We were going to
share the bed together for another night, and if he wanted to experiment
with sucking, he would probably find a way of doing it when I was asleep. I
might as well enjoy it now when I was awake.

"Ok then, Boy, if you're really sure you want to." I looked across at him
and smiled.

He wasted no more time. He had one hand on my cock outside the sheet. The
other hand slid across inside the bed and ran up my chest.  I gave an
involuntary `Ooohh' of pleasure. His hand caressed my chest, then moved
fairly rapidly down my body, past my waist, past my abdomen, then brushed
my cockhead before coming to rest in my pubes.

I lay back in the bed, letting his hand roam in my genitals for the first
time. He circled the base of my cock, he stroked up my cock, he felt my
balls and my inner thighs. It felt wonderful. I wondered just how far he
was really prepared to go.

He lifted the sheet away from my body and pushed it to one side. There was
a flickering light coming from the TV screen dimly illuminating the scene.
I lay on my back on the bed, my head resting on the pillow, naked, and
fully exposed to Boy's eyes and his attention. He seemed to be drinking in
the sight of my body. My penis was solid, rising up from a trimmed bush of
dark pubic hair. My testicles fell between my thighs in their hair-covered
sack.

Boy placed his hand on my cock and ran his fingers gently along the length
of me. My cock twitched with the sensation of him. He gripped the base of
my cock in one hand and slowly pulled it upright, away from my belly.  He
sat up in the bed alongside me and facing my body. From this position, he
could hold my cock in one hand and bring the other to caress my balls. Just
this light touch was exquisite.

"You're so big, Tom."

He very gently started to stroke me whilst still playing with me. I moved
my legs apart so that he could play with my balls more easily.

"Ooohh, that feels really good, Boy. My balls are very sensitive," I
murmured.

"I wanted to touch you so much last night in the bathroom, Tom. I could see
you were very hot and excited. And then you came all over the basin." He
kept on gently touching and stroking me as he spoke.

"You're right, I was very excited last night. And this feels very nice too."

He continued to stroke me gently.

"You won't break my cock, Boy," I said, "You can be quite strong and firm
with it."

He started to experiment with me. He pulled down harder on my cock, and
then pushed back up until my foreskin covered the cockhead again. He
levered my cock away from my body until it was upright, and then released
it to bounce back down again. His hands moved across my thighs and my
abdomen. He played in my pubic hair. He cupped and fondled my balls. The
sensation of his hands touching me so intimately was exquisite. I wondered
how long I could last before I shot another heavy load.

After another minute or two of hand-play with me, he leant forward from his
kneeling position on the bed until his face was above my genitals. By this
time, I was definitely wet. He continued to stroke me, and used his hand to
pull my cock upright towards his face. As I watched him, he seemed to be
mustering the courage to do it.

Then, quickly, his mouth opened, his head darted downwards, and my cock was
grasped by his lips and mouth.

"Ahh," I shouted, "take it more gently!"

His face rose and my cock fell out of his mouth. He looked at me with a
little panic.

"Sorry, sorry..."

"No, Boy, you didn't do anything wrong ... just take is more easily. You can
use your mouth to give sensitive pleasure. Imagine licking an ice-cream –
not biting a bar of chocolate."

Almost immediately, he lowered his head again, opened his mouth to take my
cockhead, and then held it there with his lips closed.

"Yes, that's much better. Now you can try moving your lips up-and-down, or
touching me with your tongue, if you like."

He started to experiment. "Just remember to keep your teeth back and away
from your lips," I added.

His head started to bob up and down, sliding on my shaft which was now well
lubricated both from my own juice and his saliva. He held the base of my
cock in his hand, and moved it around in his mouth like a gear-stick. He
made small sucking sounds and moaning sounds. At one point he experimented
with taking even more of my cock into his mouth, and quickly gagged, which
made him lift up and off.

He coughed. "Sorry, Tom."

"You're picking this up real fast," I said, "Just be careful about taking
too much too quick, because it makes your throat react like that and you
gag." I stroked his thigh beside me to reassure him.

"Hey, it's good, Tom. Let me try again," he said, as his head went down
again. This time, instead of taking me in his mouth, he pushed his tongue
out and started licking up and down my shaft. He held my cock away from my
body, so that he could approach it from all sides. My cock was very hard
from all this attention.

"Most guys like it if you use your tongue on their cockhead where it's most
sensitive."

He held my cock upright and focused the tip of his tongue on my glans and
around the whole bulbous head.

"Oooooh, that's so good, Boy. That's right. Just there!"

He used his tongue to lick across my head, then took the whole sensitive
head into his mouth whilst continuing to tongue me.

"Oh, yesss."

This teenager was getting me very hot. A couple of times I thrust upwards
with my hips away from the bed and into his mouth. He didn't show any signs
of wanting to pull off me.

After a few more moments of this, he released my cock and moved his head
down to the base and my balls started to get the mouth and tongue
treatment. As he moved lower, his butt lifted upwards from his kneeling
position beside me. Almost instinctively, without conscious thought, my
hand moved from his thigh around to his ass. I started to knead his smooth
cheeks. He felt so good.

I moved my legs slightly further apart to give him more room and his mouth
responded by including more of my balls and my inner thighs. My engorged
cock was straining against his chin and throat. My fingers and palm
squeezed against his ass-cheek and crack.

I looked down my body at him. "Are you OK down there, Boy?" I asked.

He barely stopped to answer.  "Yes, yes, Tom, I want to do more of this
please. Don't make me stop. I want to make you cum. Like you did to me in
the shower."

"Well, that's probably going to happen very soon."

"Yeah, do it, please. I want to see again.  And please don't stop touch me
there with your hand."

I had an idea. "Boy, try this position. It makes it easier for you."

He lifted up and looked at me enquiringly.

"Move your knees to either side of my chest and go down from there. Then
you can use both hands more as well." After a moment to work this out, he
quickly moved to straddle my body facing down towards my cock. I moved my
thighs even further apart to give him as much play room as possible. He
went down on my cock again and took more of the shaft into his mouth. As he
did so, the whole of his perfect little ass was exposed to view just in
front of my face.

He was still wearing the sexy jock-strap that I'd bought him and which he
was wearing to come to bed. The two straps led out from his crotch to frame
his butt-cheeks beautifully. As he stretched down to me, his cheeks opened
up to reveal the whole of his crack and his secret hole.

I had both hands free now to roam across his backside, stroking, kneading,
squeezing, massaging. I was in heaven! I let my fingers play in-and-out of
his crack, sometimes gently running a finger along the length of it. From
the other end of my body, he was moaning and groaning through a mouth still
closed around my cock.

I kept playing with his ass with one hand, and let the other creep through
between his thighs to hold his balls. As I expected, they were pulled up
tight. With this roving hand, I reached further to feel his hardness held
within the jockstrap pouch. I gave him several strokes, and heard a louder
moan in response. I took hold of the pouch fabric and lifted it sideways to
release his cock and balls. I sensed he was close again as I used one hand
to wank him and the other to stroke his crack.

I couldn't resist my own desire. I raised my head a few inches from the
pillow, pulled his ass-cheeks open with my hand, and blew directly onto his
hole at short-range.

"Oh, what are you doing? Do it again," he exclaimed quickly.

I moved forward a little, blowing again, whilst still playing hard with his
ass-cheeks and his teen cock.  I was feeling very turned on by the whole
action scene on the bed. This young man was very hot. As I blew into his
secret hole, he sucked deeper and harder on my cock. I was right on the
edge. He moved his tongue across my sensitive cockhead and then sucked
deeply again.

I just had time to exclaim "Boy, I'm going to cum!"

He lifted his head up from my cock as a fountain of jism erupted from my
cock. The first shot hit Boy's face. His hand had relaxed a little from the
need to hold my cock upright, so the second and third shots went into his
chest.  His head dropped down between my thighs leaving his ass even more
exposed. I could feel the slippery wetness of my own cum running between
his chest and my abdomen as the two came into contact.

I lifted my head again, spread his ass-cheeks with my hand, opened my mouth
and touched his most sensitive hole with the tip of my tongue. My nose was
in his crack and I prodded his hole again with my tongue.

"Oh, yes," he exclaimed from his up-ended position between my thighs, "I
want it."

With my other hand stroking his cock I could sense his ejaculation as his
balls contracted further and jets of cum burst from his cock and sprayed
across my chest. It was as if his whole body was releasing. I continued to
gently rub his buttocks as his body slowly subsided onto me. I stroked
along the length of his body from his back down his cheeks and onto his
thighs. He lay there motionless and silent, a sticky gluey mess between us.

"Boy? Are you OK down there?"

He mumbled an "Mmmmm."

"Do you want to turn yourself around and lie on me?"

After a few moments, he lifted himself up and turned himself around before
lying back down with his head on my chest and his softening cock resting
just beneath my balls.

"I think you've got the hang of sucking," I said.

"That was so good," he whispered.

We lay there for several minutes, recovering, as our breathing returned to
a more even level. He didn't object as I continued to stroke down his back
with my fingers.

I wondered if we would fall asleep like that, though I wasn't sure I could
take his weight all night. "Do you want to get cleaned up in the shower?" I
asked.

"Yes, OK, if you will come in the shower with me too, Tom."

We slowly got up off the bed and moved into the bathroom. I ran the water
to a reasonable temperature and stepped under the shower. He moved in as
well and put his arms around my back holding me in a close embrace. I put
some shower gel on my hands and started to wash his head, back and ass.
Then I pushed him away from me a little, took some more gel, and washed
down his chest, taking care to cover his genitals with plenty of foaming
soap.

"I never knew it would be like that," he said, "I could never imagine it
would feel so good."

"So, you liked it, huh?" I asked. "And which do you prefer – your cock in
someone else's mouth, or taking someone in your's?"

"Both. I felt wonderful to be playing with your big cock in my face, Tom.
You're so strong. And I just watched you cum right in front of me."

I washed his face with my hands as he said this, remembering where my first
shot had landed.

"Did I do all right," he asked.

"You did brilliantly." I could feel my cock stir again into life as he
talked. He felt the movement again his thigh and reached down to hold my
cock again.

"Your cock is just so exciting," he said, "I just want to keep playing with
it."

"Well, I really enjoyed what you did to me. I hope you liked the feel of my
touch."

"Tom, everything you've done to me today has been so new and so good. I
want to learn and become good at all this. Perhaps you are my teacher.
Everything you've done. It's so much fun and makes me feel so good."

I held him close, rinsed us both off, and switched off the shower.

"Come on, I think it's time we got some sleep. Tomorrow's another day and
we want to enjoy it."

"Well, I know what I want to enjoy tomorrow," he replied, giving my cock a
final squeeze.

.......................... Continued in Chapter 9 ...........................

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