Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2015 17:46:52 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 11

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

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................ Chapter 10 of Toby's journal ended like this .................


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.


CHAPTER 11

The day at school seemed to pass really slowly. Mostly the lessons were
boring. Only a few days to go until the end of term, so maybe the teachers
were holding back from giving us anything new to learn. I had one free
period when I went to the resources room and found Chakri at our secluded
table. He was excited about our trip to Kanchanarburi at the weekend with
my dad and his new girlfriend. He kept talking about what he was going to
bring, and asking about the hotel facilities. I didn't really know any more
than he did, but I remembered the name of the hotel and we googled it.
Their website showed a pretty luxurious hotel obviously designed for farang
and richer Thais. The rooms all seemed large and well-furnished with big
windows, balconies and heavy curtains. The bathrooms appeared to have baths
as well as showers. And the facilities included a gymnasium, sauna,
mini-golf, spa, swimming pools, and some mountain bikes to rent. It
certainly looked like we could have a good time there trying out all the
different activities – plus whatever other activities we got up to in the
bedroom. Chakri kept reaching under the table to touch my leg and squeeze
my cock, but my mind was not really on him. I had a `date' with Boy – and
his partner/boss Tom – in just a few hours.

One thing I did learn though was that Chakri had been texting Boy's brother
Nut since they went home together after our afternoon at the bowling rink.
It looked like Boy had been right in suggesting that Nut might be
interested. I decided I would probe a bit deeper when we were together at
the hotel.

After the lunch-break I was walking down one of the corridors in the school
towards my next lesson. I was a little early and in no hurry. Then I saw my
Charlie – the junior teacher who'd been helping me to settle in to the
school – walking towards me. He didn't know it was me (I hoped!) but only
recently I'd left a couple of `You're Hot' stickers on his profile, and
then last night he'd sent back a message saying he was interested in
knowing more about me and did I want to chat. I had to pretend that none of
this had happened.

"Hello Toby," he opened, as he approached me, "How are you doing today?"

Well, I could hardly answer truthfully! "Pretty good, thank you, sir," I
replied carefully. He obviously wanted to talk a little more.

"Well, you really seem to have settled in well. I've been talking about
you." I wondered quite with whom, and it must have shown. "Your teachers
seem very pleased – and I am too – you've made a great impression here."

"Thank you. I've made some good friends and I'm finding my way around. I
just need to keep practicing my Thai," I responded.

"I think you're doing so well, that we don't really need to keep our
mentoring sessions going. I mean, it's great to spend the time with you –
you're very polite and interesting – but I don't think you need that kind
of help any more."

No, I thought, but I'd like some other kind of help from you. "I see," I
said, casually.

"So I thought we might make our last session just before the end of term,
and you could let me know if you want to stop – or continue a bit into next
term. That gives you a few days to think about it."

"Thank you, sir, I will. Now I've got to go to my next class. Thanks, sir –
bye."



Finally, school was over for the day. I stuffed my books back into my bag
that also contained my change of clothes, and walked quickly out of school.
I reckoned it would take me at least an hour to get to the mall in the city
where we were meeting at the cinema. I'd decided against getting changed at
school. I didn't want other students to see me, and the school rules
preferred pupils to arrive and leave in uniform; and I didn't want to be
late.

Boy had arranged the meeting for 5.30, just before the film started. He'd
also suggested that I wear `something sexy' and I'd agreed – on condition
that he did the same. I knew what I'd brought, and as I sat on the
Skytrain, my mind conjured pictures of what he might be wearing.

In the event, I arrived at the mall with half-an-hour to spare. I took
myself to one of the bathrooms to check how I looked. I gave my face a good
wash, and freshened my mouth from a travel bottle of mouthwash. Then I
entered and locked one of the cubicles and undressed to my underwear. That
morning I'd chosen one of my favourite pairs of briefs. I pulled the front
forward and adjusted my package, pushing my cockhead downwards to fill the
enhancing pouch. The feel of my hand on my cut shaft was stimulating. With
the front appearance sorted, I opened my bag to take out the change of
clothes. First on was the sharp blue-coloured shirt with cut-out sleeves
and a low-cut neckline; it's size fitted quite tightly to show off what
muscles I did have. Then I pulled out the skinny-fit trousers. I debated
about wearing these. I really liked them but the colour was not very
practical and I hadn't seen it much in Bangkok. They were a near-white with
black details, low on the waist, and with a zip fastening. I couldn't do
much about my shoes which I'd had to wear to school, but they went well
with the long trousers. I pushed the school clothes back into my bag,
flushed the toilet and went back out to the basins. I checked myself in the
mirror – really good! – applied a little masculine scent and tidied my
hair. Satisfied with the final appearance, I was ready to meet Tom and Boy.
I felt pretty nervous. Maybe I'd overdone this, or maybe they were so
involved with each other that Boy was only play-acting with me. Only one
way to find out.

The cine-plex was on the top, seventh, floor of the mall. I took a series
of escalators to ascend through the brightly-lit shops. As I approached the
cinema foyer I could see all the screens running trailers for half-a-dozen
current films. I saw Boy with Tom standing by a large poster, long before
they saw me. Tom was wearing long, blue trousers with an open-necked shirt;
he looked strong and handsome with chest-hair appearing above his shirt. I
could see that Boy had taken trouble to fulfil our dress agreement. He was
shorter than Tom, and much slimmer with tight abs and a very attractive
rounded ass. It was the colour of his dark-green knee-length shorts that
caught my eye. They were buttock-hugging to his ass and displayed his
firmly muscled brown legs beautifully. Above this he wore a striped
tee-shirt that hung outside his shorts very casually.

They saw me when I was still fifteen metres away. Boy broke away from Tom
to approach me grinning broadly. "Hey, don't you look sexy," was the first
thing he said. He put his arms around me and gave me a squeeze. I noticed
some people looking at us as they walked past. He bumped against me: I
don't think anyone else would have noticed it but I certainly felt it.
"Come and meet Tom again."

Tom smiled as we walked to him together. "Hi Toby – it's great to see you
again. And don't you two look like brothers – except for the skin colour,
of course." I reached out my hand to shake his, but he put his arm on my
shoulder instead and we found ourselves in a little mini-hug. "Mmm, nice
eau-de-toilette – you must tell me what it is."

We chatted for a minute or two. I felt slightly awkward – perhaps because I
was the third person to their couple. Boy kept giving me good looks, but I
was less sure where I stood with Tom as the man, and a sexual partner of
Boy. Eventually, Tom said he would go and get the tickets. I put my hand in
my pocket to give him some money but he shook his head. "No, no, keep you
money, I'll get these." And when I was about to politely insist, he said:
"It you want to spend your money, maybe you can get us all some popcorn or
drinks."

Boy and I wandered over to the food counters and filled a bag with snacks.
Tom came back over with the tickets. "I got us one of the booth-seats."

I didn't know what this meant but Boy explained that they have various
different seating areas in some of the larger cinemas. We walked through
the ticket barriers and up one floor. The was one main set of entrance
doors to our cinema screen area, but once inside there were mini-corridors
and doors to different sections. We followed Tom who found the right door.
Stepping inside I discovered a semi-enclosed booth towards the back of the
auditorium. We looked down over the rows of stalls from a higher position,
with just a low barrier separating us. On either side were mid-height walls
dividing our booth from others. There was a long upholstered sofa-seat
across the booth, with an arm-rest at either end and plenty of comfortable
space for three or four people to sit. We moved around the seat to look out
over the auditorium. Boy placed our drinks and popcorn on a low table. I
wondered how we would sit ourselves but Boy quickly solved this one: "I
want to sit between you both, so I'm close to Tom and to you Toby," he
grinned broadly at me again.

We sat ourselves on the spacious sofa with Boy pulling us both closer to
him. The adverts started playing and the lights dimmed. I noticed that our
booth was in relative darkness, just a low light beside the entrance door
to illuminate the way out if we needed it. The light from the screen at the
far end of the auditorium was what cast shadows across the rest of the
large space.

There were a good ten minutes of adverts and trailers. Most were in Thai so
they didn't make too much sense to me. Boy was more interested in letting
his hand play up and down my thigh. I looked across and saw that he was
doing pretty much the same to Tom on the other side. I moved my hand
underneath his arm and let it rest on his thigh. I felt myself becoming
aroused as his play intensified – and there wasn't a lot of room in my
trousers. Just as Boy was moving up my inner thigh, the Thai National
Anthem starting playing and I remembered from my last cinema trip that we
all needed to stand up. That wasn't the only thing standing to attention!

As we sat down again, in the same positions, the main feature started
playing. We all followed the action for the first twenty minutes or so. Tom
seemed to be enjoying the fast-paced adventure movie, but Boy was clearly
more interested in what action might happen on either side of him. Tom was
less responsive to his `ministrations', so Boy concentrated more of his
attention on me. By now his hand was roving up and down my thigh, whilst he
appeared to still look forward to the screen ahead of us. His hand moved
slowly up my inner thigh and between my legs; eventually he reached my join
and he let his hand rest on my balls, moving his palm in a circular motion
and giving them an occasional squeeze – which made me squirm in my seat. I
opened my legs more to give him more access. It felt exciting to be doing
this here, in a public place.

He stopped for a time and moved his body across towards Tom and gave him a
kiss on the lips. I could see Tom responding as Boy opened his mouth and
Tom pushed his tongue inside. Then Tom returned to the movie, and Boy
leaned towards me. He kissed me on my cheek, and then moved his face round
to kiss me on the mouth. I opened my lips and he pushed quickly inside. As
the kiss ended he moved his mouth to my ear and whispered: "You do look
really hot and sexy tonight in that outfit. You're making me pretty hot
too." He lifted my hand and placed it in his lap where I could feel his
stiffness pressing against his fly.

It was my turn to lean towards him. "Thank you. And you look great too –
especially in those shorts." I gave his erection a prolonged squeeze.
"What's this then?" I joked in a whisper, "Do you need a larger pair of
shorts?"

He put his hand over mine as it rested on his crotch. "It's what happens
when I'm sandwiched between two hot guys." We sat like that for a time,
each occasionally playing with the other through our respective trousers
and shorts, as we continued to watch the action on the screen.

Some minutes later, Boy raised his hand from my lap to my chest. He fumbled
with a couple of buttons on my shirt and slipped his hand inside the
opening. The space was too tight so he opened some more buttons from the
neck downwards until his could touch the nipples on either side of my
chest. Then he slowly leaned across to me and took the nearest nipple into
his mouth, giving me a little bite with his teeth. "Aargh," I exclaimed –
and that made Tom look across to see what has happening. I was worried
about his reaction as we exchanged glances, but he laughed before placing
his own hand on Boy and stroking his thigh and uplifted buttock. He nodded
towards me as if to consent to what we were doing together. Boy tried to
move his mouth down my chest but the shirt constrained him when he reached
my navel. So he just leaned further and continued on down until his mouth
was covering my genitals and he was teasing my cock through the tight
trousers. I leaned back in the seat to give him a little more room.

After a couple of minutes of such pleasure, he sat back up again. He looked
at me with a grin. "You are so hot!" he whispered, "I want more of you!" He
really wasn't watching much of the film. For a few minutes he turned his
attention to Tom, as he used his hands to touch and caress him in his seat,
and Tom too allowed his hand to roam over Boy's lap.  I finished off my
drink and tried to return my attention to the film.

It wasn't long before Boy leaned back towards me. "Let's swap seats," he
whispered, "If you sit in the middle I'm sure you'll make Tom very happy."
He looked at me in a conspiratorial way.

I did as he suggested. I stood up, Boy slid along the sofa-bench, and sat
down where he had been. I felt a mixture of excitement about being between
both these guys, and some fear about how Tom might react.  In the end, I
didn't really need to worry.

"I can see why Boy likes you so much," said Tom after a minute or two in
the new arrangement. "I thought you looked good in the sports centre. Now I
can see you're a very handsome young man."

I turned to him. "Oh, do you think so? Thank you!"

"Yes, I do," replied Tom, "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."

Boy had already returned his hand to my thigh on his side, and was stroking
me up to my crotch. We sat together trying to watch some more of the
adventure film. I could sense the presence of Tom as he sat next to me. My
eyes kept looking across and down to him. I was wriggling a bit in my side
under the roving hand of Boy.

"Are you enjoying Boy's attention?" asked Tom, "I know how much he likes
playing with other male bodies."

"Mmm ... yes ... it's nice," I answered.

There was a pause for a moment, then "And would you mind if I touched you
too?" whispered Tom.

I hadn't expected him to be so polite. "Err ... no ... I mean, go ahead ... I
don't mind."

We both turned away to look at the screen again. Tom's arm moved across to
rest his hand on my other thigh. Now I had two guys touching me at the same
time. I sat frozen to the seat until I reminded myself to just relax and
enjoy it all. To begin with, Boy was the more active as Tom just let his
hand sit lie there. Then he began to very gently stroke my leg. I'd never
been in a situation like this before. I'd no idea what to do. `Hey, make
the most of it!' I thought. So I did. I slid a little lower on the sofa and
opened my legs a little wider. This must have been interpreted as an
invitation because both guys started to move their hands more. I knew
already that Boy liked my body, so I focused on what Tom was doing. I could
feel that his hand was larger. He moved it to cover the top of my thigh
with his fingers over the inner thigh. Then he stroked up my leg. When he
got to my balls, he turned his hand to cup them inside my skinny trousers
whilst the palm of his hand rested on my cock. He let it slowly move around
there, as my cock again came to full attention in the confines of my
trousers.

He leaned towards me again. "I can see that Boy didn't exaggerate. You
really are quite well endowed, aren't you?"

"Err, I don't know," – although I did – "If you say so. I guess you have
more experience than me." It was getting very cramped inside my trousers.
Maybe this pair wasn't such a good idea. "Just a moment – could you lift
your hand please?"  He did, and I was able to push my hand inside my
trousers to rearrange the contents.

"Oh, you should have let me do that," chipped in Boy,

Tom put his hand back on my genitals, and gently squeezed and stroked me
through my trousers. "It feels like you must be bigger than Boy," he
offered.

After a time, he moved his hand away and stretched his arm behind my
shoulders as we sat together on the sofa. It felt a very comforting
position. Boy took full advantage of the vacated position in my lap and
moved his own hand in there.

"Are you Ok like this?" asked Tom a few minutes later. I nodded. "You can
touch me, if you want to," he added.

I wasn't sure. I mean, he's older than me. He's like a responsible adult.
I've never done anything like that with a grown man. Yet the invitation was
there. After another minute or two, I let my arm fall across his leg. He
didn't move away, just squeezed my shoulder with his hand. I started to
move my hand very slowly. As he sensed the movement, Tom responded by
moving his leg slightly closer to me – and exposing more of his lap. I let
my fingers begin to wander, just as the other two had been doing earlier to
me. I played up and down his thigh, then moved inwards. Eventually I let my
fingers trail across his crotch, which is what it seemed he wanted me to
do. As I did so, he pushed up towards my hand. I explored more. I
discovered the tube of his cock lying at an angle across his upper thigh. I
tried to work out the length of it. It was longer than anything I'd seen
before – except in porn movies. I didn't know if this was him soft or him
hard. I guessed he must be at least semi-hard. He also seemed quite thick
around his cock. Next I moved my hand down his length and encountered a
large bulge that had to be his man-balls. Tom slid his bum forward in the
seat, giving me more room to explore. He whispered in my ear: "That's very
good, you touching me there like that."

I don't know what anyone else would have thought it they had walked into
our booth over the next half-an-hour or so. I was sitting between these two
guys, feeling up both of them. Boy was feeling me up and Tom had his arm
around my shoulders. A couple of times Tom leaned across to me and gave me
a very gentle kiss. The first time he did this I was taken by surprise. The
second time I was ready – it felt very nice.

"You're a very attractive young man," he whispered towards my ear, "And you
seem to be enjoying yourself very much."

"I am," I replied, giving him another feel with my hand.

Tom leaned towards me again to give me another kiss. This time I turned
towards him and our mouths touched. I opened my mouth and he responded by
pushing his tongue inside. The first time I'd even been kissed by a grown
man. Well, except for my father, of course, but that had not been like
this. The arm around my shoulder pulled me closer towards him. Our mouths
pressed together. When we finally broke, he added, "You really are
amazingly mature."

When I sat back in the seat again, Boy leaned in from the other side.
"Well, that makes two of us that think you're pretty good. I can see that
Tom really likes you too." And with that, he leaned in for another
mouth-to-mouth session with me as well.

Not long afterwards the film came to an end. If you asked me what it was
about, I probably couldn't tell you much of the story. The `action' had all
be happening in our booth. The lights came up and we each needed to check
our clothing before leaving the auditorium.

As we left the Cineplex, Tom asked: "Are you able to come for some dinner
with us, Toby? It would be great if you could. My treat."

"Yes," I answered, "I told our maid I would be home later."

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

We took the escalator down one floor to the main food court and restaurant
floor. We looked at several menus until Boy eventually suggested we eat at
one of the Asian hot-pot buffet restaurants where you order all kinds of
different foods and then cook them yourself in an electric pan on the
table. I'd never done this before, so I was keen to try it out. The
waitress showed us to a table, and I sat next to Boy on one side, and Tom
sat opposite us.  We chatted for a time, waiting for the food to arrive.

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

"Yes – but I found there were lots of distractions," replied Boy quickly.

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

"I hope we didn't embarrass you."

"Um – well, I've never been so private in a cinema before. But the touching
felt very nice."

"And you were very responsive," added Tom, "That was fun."

"And we all got a bit worked up," chipped in Boy, "I think I might need
some relief when I get home tonight, Tom." He laughed. "Shame you'll be on
your own Toby."  He again ran his hand up my leg under the table.

"Oh, I'm used to that," I answered, touching his hand with mine.

"Hey, boys, stop flirting!" Tom laughed, "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," Boy shot
back.

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

"Or you – you were enjoying it just as much," urged Boy.

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

"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," said Boy, "Let's make a date! We'll chat online anyway and make
some plans."

With that all sorted, and the food cooked, Boy showed me how to take food
from the cook-pot and use my chop-sticks and spoon to eat the meal. We
talked some more about my experiences since I'd arrived in Bangkok. Tom
kept asking me questions about my life back in England, and the differences
I found here. He told me something about the time when he'd been born and
brought up in England, but I think he's been living here for a few years. I
really enjoyed the meal with them both. They were very friendly and open.
We didn't fool around anymore after that, but it felt very comfortable with
them both. I was very glad to know that I'd be seeing Boy again next week.

............ to be continued soon in Chapter 12 of Toby's Journal .............

(c) Tom Pickles, 2015   I love reading how the story excites you at
tpickles2@gmail.com.


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