Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2015 14:28:45 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 10

This is an erotic novel about gay relationships between a teenage youth and
various other boys and men.

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................ Chapter 9 of Toby's journal ended like this ..................


Hello Journal. Wow, so much has happened in the last few days. Everything
feels like it's all whirling around and I don't know what's going to happen
next. I need to write it all down to make some sense of it all.

(1)
Dad is dating a girlfriend.
The first time I've known him get together with someone since mum left us.
Dad and sex. He's told me he wants to sleep with her. Maybe he already has.
Maybe that happened on Saturday when I went bowling. Or some other time
when he was out working. The idea of dad getting excited and enjoying sex
with someone is both sick, and exciting.

(2)
Sex with Chakri.
Two strips, two wanks together. Lots of horny talk about boys. He's
definitely gay. He knows I'm gay. He seems to like my body. He seems to
like sex and want more. He's got the hots for Nut. I've asked him if he
wants to come on this weekend away with dad and Chanita. We'd be sharing a
bedroom. All night. Just the two of us. What might happen?

(3)
Not quite sex with Boy.
We kissed. He touched me. He felt me up. He came onto me. He's hot. Very
hot. I felt like I wanted to do lots with him. I'm scared that he's playing
with me – maybe he's not serious. I want it to be serious. I want to see
him again. Soon. I don't know how to make it all work out. He's with Tom.
Maybe nothing will happen because he likes Tom so much. Maybe Tom likes
younger guys.  Boy / Tom / me?  What's going to happen?

(4)
Charlie is on GayRomeo.
Unless this is some mistake, my mentor is gay. He doesn't know about me –
but I know about him. He likes young guys. He's got a great body. But he's
my teacher in school. What am I supposed to do? What's going to happen next?

Tell me. What IS going to happen next?

P73
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CHAPTER 10

After all the discoveries of the past week, I didn't really know where to
start planning my next steps. It's like there were so many possibilities
that I couldn't decide. I just thought I would keep going and see which
events turned up – and then really make the most of them.

Dad was home this evening, so we ate dinner together. Non had made some
rice, a thai green curry, and some fried pork dish. Sometimes her thai food
is too spicy for me, but this was fine. Afterwards dad raided the deep
freeze and we had big bowls of ice-cream together on the sofa watching TV.

He asked me if I wanted to talk more about his new friendship with Chanita.
I told him that it was fine – she seemed very nice, though I didn't really
know her – and if he wanted to start dating again, that was good, and I was
happy for him. Then he asked if I'd thought any more about going to a nice
hotel near Kancharburi this weekend, because he would need to get on with
booking the rooms.

"Do you really want me to come with you?" I asked, "Or would you prefer
just to be on your own with Chanita? I can stay here – I don't mind – and I
won't be on my own with Non in the house."

"No, it would be great if you wanted to come. Sure, I want to spend time
together with Chanita – but you and I have not been away together since we
arrived in Bangkok almost two months ago. It might be like a little holiday
away for the weekend. We could see something else of this country. We'll
drive out and visit some places on Saturday. If you want to come, it would
be great to have you along, Toby."

"Well, I did ask Chakri today. He's the friend you met last Saturday when
he came for lunch. He's been to Kanchanarburi a couple of times. He says
there's the old railway, and a museum from the war, and something about a
bridge and a film. He said he would ask his parents, but they're sure to
let him go."

"Good. We thought it might be more fun for you to go with a friend. We'll
all go out for the day, and eat together, but you might want to use the
pool or the leisure facilities with Chakri, and you can probably go off
together exploring."

In my mind, I imagined some of the exploring that I'd like to be doing.

"Are you two OK sharing a room together?" dad checked.

My imagination jumped on a scene or two as dad waited for me reply. "Oh,
yes, sure," I finally answered, "That won't be a problem."

"OK, I'll book four people, two rooms, two nights, tomorrow. Chanita gave
me the names of a couple of hotels, and she recommended one that she said
was a little out in the country and had lots of facilities."

We sat and watched TV together for an hour or so before we both went up to
bed. I sat at my desk and did half-an-hour of homework assignment that I
needed to get finished for school. Dad's mention of sharing a room with
Chakri for two nights was on my mind and I didn't think I could sleep yet.

I sent Chakri a text message: `Dad is fine with you coming this weekend to
Kanchanarburi. Hope you can still make it. Sharing room together. Will be
fun together. T'

As the phone sat in my hand, I remembered the other boy who was recurring
in my life just recently. Boy. He was quite different from Chakri – more
mature, more intense, and definitely more developed. I didn't want to
appear too pushy with him – but I did want to meet him again and see what
might develop. I decided to risk sending him a text message.

`Hi. How r u? Thanks for Saturday. I enjoyed it. All of it!'

I thought Boy would probably reply, but I wasn't sure if he was busy doing
something else. A minute later my phone rang. I checked the caller ID and
saw it was Boy.

"Sawasdee krup. Bai nai?," I answered practicing my Thai [Hello - how are
you?].

"Hi sexy," he responded immediately.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm in the apartment, ironing some clothes. Do you want to chat?"

"Yes - if you want to."

"Do you have Line or WhatsApp on your phone, Toby? It's free and saves my
phone credit. They work like Skype but don't cost money. "

"I don't think so. Are they free to download and use?"

"Oh yes. Everyone uses them here. Just download Line, create your ID
account, and I'll send you my profile by text."

"OK, I'll do it now." I rang off, opened the online store, found Line and
installed it. A message arrived with Boy's profile name. A couple of
minutes later I was all set up. I clicked on Boy's profile and sent him a
message: 'I'm here. What next?' A few seconds later the screen flashed with
an incoming call.

"Hi."

"Hello. Let me turn the iron off, then I can sit down and talk."

"OK. It's not important if you're busy."

"No, I'd like to chat with you."

There was a pause. I imagined Boy moving around. I wasn't sure how to
continue the conversation.

"Are you at home?" he asked.

"Yes - in my room. Just finished my schoolwork. Probably go to bed soon."

"I'm going to wait up for Tom. He's gone out for a drink with another
farang. I guess he'll be back fairly soon."

There was a pause. How to keep this going. "Thank you for the invitation to
go bowling. I enjoyed meeting you and your brother," I offered.

"And I liked going for food with you afterwards. And what we talked about.
And later - you know - in the mall ..."

"Are you sure? I didn't know if you were just playing."

"Toby - of course I'm sure. I love that kind of play. You're a good-looking
boy. I wanted to kiss you. But, in Thailand, you have to be careful. People
don't like seeing that sort of thing in public."

I remembered the taste of him in my mouth. "Yeah, it was really nice for me
too. But I was just a bit confused. I know you're with Tom really."

"Don't be. Yes, Tom and I are living in this condo; and he's my boss; and
we do have sex together; and he is like a teacher to me - like I said to
you. But it's not like we're a couple. I've seen him with others. And he's
seen me with other men. Just playing - nothing serious. We've even had a
three-some with Nut."

My mind filled with images of Boy enjoying himself ... in a three-some,
with Nut, with Tom, with others ...

"Oh, I see," I said weakly.

"Are you shocked?"

"Um - I don't know - no, not really - I mean, you're an adult - you can do
what you like."

"I'm not an adult yet. I'm not much older than you," he laughed, "And in
some departments, you're definitely a whole lot bigger than me!"

People had said this to me before, but coming from Boy, it made me blush,
even though I was on my own in my room. "Maybe."

"Definitely! I want to see that monster snake. You could be the same size
as Tom."

"Oh, you want to compare us then?"

"Mmm, yeah - that would be good. Line them up and I'll measure you both."

The suggestion was very arousing. "Are you serious? Or just playing again?"

"I'm serious - if you're up for it. Have to check with Tom though. He might
not like to be beaten. I love his cock."

"We'll see. Maybe I'm shy." I played coy.

"No, I don't think you are. Cute, sexy, funny, hung - yes. Shy - no."

"So, do you want to meet up again?" The sixty-four thousand dollar question.

"Yeah, of course. It will have to be at the weekend or one evening, because
you're at school aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Tom was talking about going to the cinema one day this week to see some
new adventure film. You could come with us, if we went sometime after four
o'clock. How would that be?"

"That would be great, Boy. Sounds fun. I just need some time to change out
of my school clothes."

"Only if I can watch you change," he responded back.

"Ha ha."

"I'll talk to Tom and then send you a message. Probably get back to you
tomorrow."

"Great. Thanks Boy. Any night is fine, but not Friday or Saturday because
I'm going away with my dad."

"OK."

"Cool. Will be fun. Well I better get ready for bed. I'm up early for
school tomorrow."

"OK, Toby. It's good to chat with you. I'll see you later this week. Have
fun. And sweet wet dreams." I heard him blowing me a kiss down the line. I
replied with another kiss before ending the call.




The next day I had a scheduled after-school session with my mentor, Charlie
Steading. We usually met every week and he helped me to settle into the
school, to know more about Thai customs, and even to learn more Thai words
and phrases. This was our first encounter since I'd discovered he had a
profile on GayRomeo as PooChai (young man). It could be awkward -
especially if he ever found out that I'd seen his profile. I was sure that
no-one in school knew he was gay. I'd never heard anyone mention it. Chakri
usually knew all the gossip and if he'd heard anything, I was sure he would
have mentioned it to me. I was keeping the knowledge to myself. Still, I
couldn't 'not-know' it when I had my mentoring session.

We met in his small office where there was just about space for two or
three chairs and his desk. By the time I got there, five minutes after the
last class of the afternoon ended, he'd already changed out of his formal
teaching clothes, and replaced them with his customary tracksuit trousers
and sweat-shirt. Maybe if I'd arrived earlier I would have caught him
changing!

Charlie started in the usual way, asking me how I was doing, how I was
settling in, and such like. I was sitting in one of the chairs, facing him.
Today, he was sitting in the other chair just two or three feet away across
the small room. I tried answering in a normal way, but I kept needing to
look across at him and check him out more.

He was sitting upright in his chair. One arm reached out along his desktop
towards a glass of water. His feet were planted on the floor, and his legs
and knees were open. From where I was sitting, I could look straight into
his crotch. I tried to keep my eyes on his face as we spoke, but each time
he looked away or reached for the glass, my eyes immediately dropped to his
packet. Sometimes I think he caught me looking, so I quickly looked back to
him and tried to answer his question.

Now I know Charlie was 20 years old. He's got a really good body. He's
worked on his muscles and you could see that in the way he wore his
sweat-shirt and trackies. His thighs looked muscular, and I tried to
imagine how his butt might look if I could examine him from behind. I
remembered his profile description of himself as `versatile/bottom'. I
wondered how much experience he'd had. At his age, I imagined he must have
had quite a few guys. Then I recalled that his profile suggested he
preferred younger men – "anyone up to 22". What ded that mean? Was he into
boys too?

The next time he looked for something on his desk, I looked more closely at
his crotch. I wanted to try and see whether he's cut, like me. I could see
the reasonably-sized bulge between his legs, but the loose fabric of his
trackies didn't allow me to work out much more. Maybe his cock was being
held in place by some briefs, because there was no sign of his cock
extending down one thigh. Shame! As I fantasized about this guy, I realised
my own cock was starting to grow. Wearing my tight school trousers, this
would soon become obvious. I didn't want Charlie to know he'd made me hard.
I quickly asked if he could help me with my Thai language lessons. He
agreed and as I got out some books, we moved across to the desk where we
could sit side-by-side and look at the exercises I'd been doing.

Here he was so close I could smell the musky aroma from here. Our legs
sometimes brushed each other and I wriggled around a bit more in my chair
to make this happen more often. He didn't try to move away. But from this
position, I couldn't see his crotch so easily. I triedmto look behind him,
where I could make out the shape of his rounded buttocks spread on the seat
of the chair.

Our mentoring session came to an end for today. We both stood up. I
realised that he's not as tall as I had imagined. Maybe it's his half-Thai
parentage giving him a smaller stature. We're almost the same height –
although he is broader and more filled out than me. As we moved to say
good-bye, his hand rested briefly on my shoulder. The touch was electric. I
wondered if he did it on purpose. I smiled, thanked him for his help, and
walked out of the room.

I decided to wait a few minutes just outside the school to watch him leave.
I knew Charlie usually cycled to and from school. Sure enough, a couple of
minutes later, I saw him cycling across the car park. I kept myself hidden
near a tree. I watched his legs as they worked the pedals, his knees
pumping up and down. As he passed my position, I focussed on his butt where
the bike seat pressed into him and between his legs. I imagined his balls
resting against the front edge of the seat. When he'd gone, I walked out of
the school, my head filled with images and questions.





Back home that evening, there were loads of messages for me. Panit had been
in touch again via GayRomeo wanting to chat more with me, and asking for
more photos of me. There were a couple of other messages from guys that I
don't know. I'm not sure I can handle more new men just now! Chakri had
left some messages saying his parents were fine about him coming away with
us this weekend. He was really excited about spending time together with
me. I felt it could be pretty hot too – to spend two nights with him in the
same bedroom. Then there were some messages from Boy that he'd sent whilst
I'd been in school:

Boy: `Hi Toby. Spoke with Tom. He agrees with me. Great if you want to come
with us to the movies.'

Boy: `Best day for us is tomorrow. Can you make it? Show starts at 5.30.'

Boy: `Tom says we can go for some dinner afterwards.'

Boy: `Want to see you again. Wear something sexy. Please.'

Boy: `Tom says I have to behave myself in public. HeHe. Don't know what he
means.'

Boy: `See you tomorrow I hope. Let me know. Xxx'

Was he flirting with me? He seemed keen to see me again. And I'm definitely
keen to see him again – and maybe hope to find out more about Tom too. I
wonder what they're like together. And he gave me three kisses at the end.
Definitely flirting.

I called him back on Line but there's no answer. I messaged him instead:

Toby: `Hi Boy. Yes – can come to movie tomorrow at 5.30'

Toby: `Send directions please. Meet you at the entrance.'

Toby: `I'll wear something sexy if you do the same.'

Toby: `Do I have to behave as well?'

And then I thought I would risk ending with:

Toby: `xxx to you.'

All this messaging started to give me an idea. It's so easy sending
messages and there are so many different ways. I could use this to find out
more about Charlie – PooChai – on his GayRomeo profile. I could leave him a
message because he wouldn't know it was from me. It would just come from my
profile name – which showed I was 18, had some photographs of Carl from my
school in York, and didn't really reveal much information about me. I
thought about this for some time, to see if I could find any risks with my
plan. There was nothing on my profile that could lead him back to me. Since
the app used GPS to show where other guys were, I needed to be careful
about logging out whenever I was near school. That's how I'd found him in
the first place – he must have logged in whilst at work. I needed to be
careful, but it might just work for a time.

After several minutes reflection to think through all aspects of my plan, I
switched on my laptop. I wanted to look at the profiles through the full
website, rather than the cut-down version on my phone app, just in case
there was any extra information there. I logged into the GayRomeo website,
and then used the search function to find PooChai.

I reminded myself of all his profile information, finding myself more and
more attracted to all aspects of his self-description. He was a hot young
man, obviously very fit, `versatile', and `prefer younger guys anything up
to 22'. I wondered just what he meant by `younger'. He was working at a
school where he was surrounded every day by teenagers. Next I clicked on
the link for his photo album, and browsed around amongst the four images. I
looked at his smooth, well-defined chest. And I looked at the full-body
image wearing speedos taken in the mirror. I could see more of his body
than was possible when we were both in school. I remembered that when we'd
all gone together to play tennis at the sports centre a few weeks before,
he'd been very careful to turn his back when we'd been getting changed.
There were a couple of other photos in the album but they were greyed-out.
When I clicked on them, I got asked to pay money and become a paying member
of the website. When I clicked a few other links to find out more, I
discovered that more `private' photos were only available to subscribers.
Did that mean he put up some more revealing images? I wanted to see them,
but no-way could I pay to join the website as a full member.

I spend twenty minutes exploring his profile. Thankfully, it showed he was
off-line whilst I looked. I wondered just what to do next. I didn't want to
leave a message for him, or anything quite so obvious. I discovered there
were some emoticon stickers that I could click to show my reactions to his
profile. That seemed safer. I looked at the choices. In the end, I chose to
click on two: `Great Profile' and `You're Hot'. Once I'd clicked, they'd
been sent to his profile and I couldn't stop them or cancel them.

It was time for bed, so I switched off the laptop, wondering whether – and
what – kind of response I might get.

I normally sleep pretty well. At some point in the night, I was dimly aware
of a couple of quiet pings from my mobile phone. I'd forgotten to mute the
volume. The pings indicated incoming email or messages from my social media
apps.

I checked my phone in the morning. On Line messenger, there were a series
of replies from Boy to the ones I'd sent last night:

Boy: `Great. Here's a map link to the mall where the cinema is. We'll meet
you at the ticket office before the show starts.'

Boy: `You look sexy in anything. Wear something tight fitting :-) to show
off your body. I'll look for something too. Hehe.'

Boy: `Be naughty please.'

Boy: `Tom says Hi. Both of us want to meet up again.'

Boy: `And I want another kiss.  Xxxxx'

I sent a quick reply: `Just off to school. Have to find something to wear
then. See you after school.  Kiss.'

After checking a couple of emails that had arrived, the last messages I
looked at were from GayRomeo. I could see they'd been sent by Charlie. I
was both anxious and excited about his reaction to the stickers I'd sent
him last night. I opened up the app to read what he's said:

PooChai: `Hi. Loved your stickers. Your profile looks pretty hot too. Want
to tell me more about yourself? I like chatting with guys my age or
younger. Send me some more photos if you like. You look good. I'm working
in the day and can chat in the evening. Do you want to fix a time to chat
online? Hope to hear from you.'

Well, that was a pretty positive response. I closed the app. I could send
him a reply later when I'd worked out just what to say. I didn't want to
jump into anything too quickly without thinking about it.

I took my breakfast dishes through to the kitchen and told Non that I would
be back late this evening because I was going to the cinema after school
with some friends. I told her not to make dinner for me as we would
probably eat out. Now I needed to find something to wear tonight – and
something that Boy might think looked good on me. I rummaged through my
closet and picked out a shirt and some new trousers. I folded them into my
school-bag ready to change into later, and then hurried out of the house to
go to school.


............ to be continued soon in Chapter 11 of Toby's Journal .............

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