Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2015 15:44:24 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 12

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

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................ Chapter 11 of Toby's Journal ended like this .................

"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.

CHAPTER 12

Everything seemed to have been happening so quickly. I'd been getting to
know Panit online, although we'd not actually met and I wasn't sure if we
ever would. I'd had the masseur's hands all over my body. I'd been wanking
and playing with Chakri and we were going to spend the weekend together at
a hotel. And now there was lots of great play and touch with Boy - as well
as some interest going on with his boss Tom. On top of all that, I'd
discovered that my teaching mentor, Charlie, had a hot profile on GayRomeo.

The International School was due to finish for a month's holiday in just a
few days time. Charlie had suggested that our one-to-one sessions might
come to an end then, and we were going to talk about this at our final
session before term finished. After that, I wouldn't have an opportunity to
see him again until next term. I definitely felt that I wanted to find out
more about Charlie. He'd been appearing in one or two of my dreams recently.

I realised that the obvious way to do this was by chatting on GayRomeo.
He'd previously left a message for me saying that he wanted to chat more.
Of course he didn't know who I was because my profile said I was 18, and
included a picture of Carl from my school in York. Pretty much all the
other details about me were accurate though.

I opened up the GayRomeo app on my phone and found his message to me. I
sent a quick reply: 'Hi. Yes love to chat with you. Hit me up here most
evenings.' He was offline when I composed the message, but about an hour
later I heard my phone ping and when I checked it, there was a message from
PooChai: 'Great! Are you there now?'. I took a deep breath, remembered that
I would need to be careful not to reveal my true identity, and clicked on
the chat button.

Me: Hi

PooChai: Hi. How r u?

Me: I'm good. Just in my bedroom this evening.

PooChai: Want to talk?

Me: Yeah.

PooChai: You have a nice profile.

Me: Thanks. Yours is good too. With good pictures. What did you like in my
profile?

PooChai: Wait a moment - let me have it open on my screen then I can check
you out again.

PooChai: I like - you're farang, you're teenager, you're hot. What's not to
like? Great profile.

Me: Thanks  :-)

PooChai: What r u doing in Bangkok? Where are you from?

Me: I'm from England. Arrived here earlier this year. Living in Bangkok.

PooChai: Like on a student gap year or something?

Me: No. My family has work here, so now living here.

PooChai: Oh, great. Here all the time then. And what are you doing?

Me: [I need to be careful here] I'm doing some studying and finding my way
around.

PooChai: Must be very different for you.

Me: Yes!  What do you do here?

PooChai: I work. I want to go to university, but just now I try to improve
my English, and do some teaching. I enjoy it. I like meeting people.

Me: Must be interesting.

PooChai: Yes, it's good. I enjoy it.

Me: Have you been on this website a long time? Is it any good?

PooChai: I've been on it for about a year. It's good. Plenty of guys. A lot
of the guys are Asian which I am less interested in. And there are a lot of
time-wasters. You have to be careful sometimes.

Me: What do you mean?

PooChai: People who chat, but they are not serious about meeting. Sometimes
I think they have fake profiles too.

Me: Oh. I see. I'm new here so just finding out about it.

PooChai: What's your name then?

Me: I'm Carl [well, that's the name of the boy whose photo is on show here!]

PooChai: Pleased to meet you Carl. Nice name. My Thai name is Kadri but
everyone calls me Charlie. My mother is Thai but my father comes from New
Zealand.

Me: Hello Charlie then [feels very funny to be talking like this to one of
my school teachers].

PooChai: Have you met other gay guys here in Bangkok?

Me: One or two. I have some gay friends back in England. Now I'm starting
to make some new friends here. The gay thing is very different here. Seems
a lot more open.

PooChai: Yes. It's very open. People just accept it as part of life. I've
been to New Zealand and there it's not so open. I prefer it here.

Me: Yeah. I think it could be more fun here.

PooChai: You're looking for fun then?

Me: Um. I want to make friends. And yes, have some fun if we get on well.
What about you?

PooChai: I hope to find someone too. I've met a few guys here, but not
really worked out. Mostly Asian. I prefer farang really. One day I hope to
find my perfect boyfriend.

Me: I see.

PooChai: And you are farang, good looking – so I like your profile. Tell me
more about yourself please.

Me: Oh, I don't know what to say. I'm quite new to Thailand so I don't
speak much Thai. I'm English farang. Got some experience with other boys my
age. Want to learn more! But want to trust people and not be messed about.

PooChai. Everything sounds good so far. Do you have more photos? And you're
18, right?

Me: Um. I'm very careful with my photos. Not everyone knows I'm gay.

PooChai: Understand.

Me: And well I'm not really 18. You have to say that to get a profile here.
I'm a bit younger really.

PooChai: Oh really. No problem! I'm 20. My profile says guys up to 22. But
I really like younger. Hey – but you have to be legal. Don't want any
baby-boys. Ha ha. Like a boy who knows what's what and where it goes.

Me: You teach. Do you work in a school?

PooChai: Yes – so I have to be very careful. There are some very cute sexy
boys in the school – love to get to know some of them - but I have to be
responsible, so I keep that separate.

Me: Have you had a b/f before?

PooChai: I've met various guys. The last serious boy was 16 and we met for
six months until he had to go home to his village in the country. He was
nice. He was a cute Thai boy. Great body and good kisser too.

Me: And you like white guys. Farang?

PooChai: Sometimes, yes. Their skin is different. More hair sometimes. And
you know ... bigger cocks. Hehe.

Me: Really? You prefer that?

PooChai: Some Asian boys can be quite small. I like a good cock. When I'm
bottom, I like to really feel a guy.

Me: [Oh, I'm starting to get turned on by my teacher] Oh, you like someone
doing that to you?

PooChai: I can be versatile. But with the right guy, I love being fucked.
What about you Carl? What do you enjoy? Love to know.

Me: Um, I like most things. Love playing with another guy. Like someone a
bit older than me. Some people say I'm quite big for my age. I like bums. I
like fun.

PooChai: Great. Maybe we will get on together. What do you think?

Me: Yeah, hope so. Do you have any more photos? I can't see all the ones on
your profile because I'm not a member.

PooChai: Ok, I will send you some more. I'd love to see yours.

Me: I have to be careful just now.

PooChai: Well you sound very hot to me.

Me: Thanks. I have to go now. Send me the photos and we can chat more soon.

PooChai: Okay. Sawasdee krup.

Me: Bye.

I clicked to close the chat window with Charlie. I didn't know how long I
could have kept that going. Just the thought of chatting with him like that
had made me hard. I pushed my briefs down to free my cock and gave myself a
few wanks. I closed my eyes to remember what he'd said. He liked guys his
age or younger. His last boyfriend had been 16. He liked white boys. He
found some of the boys at his school – my school! - very attractive. He
liked bigger cocks. He enjoyed a big cock in his ass.  Charlie, my teacher,
was hot. The only problem was that he didn't know this was me, and he
thought he was talking to a complete stranger. I couldn't exactly tell him
about me when we met in school. He'd talked about how he had to keep his
school life completely separate. And maybe he wouldn't find me attractive
anyway.

Just as I was thinking this, there was a ping from my computer and I
checked the screen to see two new messages on GayRomeo. They were both from
PooChai and both contained photos. The first image was another shot of the
front of his body taken with his phone in a mirror reflection. His brown
chest was completely smooth with two large dark nipples on his chest. There
were a very few hairs below his belly-button. Beneath that he was wearing
some small briefs. It was easy to see the large bulge of his balls at the
top of his thighs, and then the length of his cock inside the briefs
stretching across to one side. I zoomed in to see more. The sight made me
instantly hard again. I wanted to touch and hold that cock. It was teasing
me inside those briefs. The second image was taken into the mirror again
and over his shoulder, so this one showed his back and butt. He was still
wearing the briefs but they were so small the top inch of his crack was in
full view. His buttocks were stretching out the briefs and I could see the
elastic cutting into his thighs. He had a great ass.

I opened both pictures on my laptop and put them on maximum size on the
screen. Then I lay back in my chair and pushed my pants all the way down. I
stared at the screen as I wanked myself hard. I closed my eyes and imagined
what it would be like to pull his briefs down and take hold of Charlie's
cock. I remembered him in school in his tracksuit bottoms, and then looked
again at the picture of his ass. I imagined pushing my hardness up against
his ass. He'd said he liked the feel of a big farang cock. I wanted to
shoot off against him. I stared at both images as my cock got very wet. I
could feel cum rising from my balls. I kept jerking and staring at the
screen until I felt the hot white juice spurt out from me and land on my
chest and belly. Four good-sized shots. Even after I'd cum my cock stayed
hard as I looked at Charlie's pictures. For a moment I thought about
printing the pictures on large sheets of paper and sticking them on the
wall. But just how to get close to him in real life and make some of this
happen? That was the problem. I reached for the tissues to clean myself up.




The next day at school I got a text message from Boy asking if I was free
on Wednesday next week when we might use the gym or the pool. He asked me
to call him back when I was free and let him know. He still seemed very
keen that we should be doing things together – which made me feel great. I
was loving all this attention!

Also in school I saw Charlie a couple of times. He was just the same as
usual – friendly and enquiring how I was doing – with no sign of the other
gay side of his life that we'd been chatting about online. It felt weird to
be his pupil in school and yet know about this private side of his adult
life. I wanted to tell him that I knew but I also realised that I couldn't.
This was school and I had to stick with the rules – particularly about
teachers and students. Still, it made me smile. I was more and more sure
that no-one else in the school realised Charlie was gay; there were
absolutely no rumours about his private life that I could hear from anyone.

When I got home again at the end of the day I gave Boy a call. He picked up
within a couple of rings.

"Hi Boy – it's Toby."

"Hi – did you get my message?"

"Yes – thanks. It would be great to meet up and spend some more time with
you."

"Yeah, I'd like that too. I want to see lots more of you.  Hehe. So do you
want to meet somewhere in town ... or would you like to come over to the
condo?" Boy asked.

"I don't mind. Anywhere is fine for me. What about Tom?"

"He's very happy about us becoming friends. He won't mind if you want to
come here. He's going out next Wednesday so I won't be so busy. That's why
I suggested that day."

"OK, that would be good. I'll come over and see you then. If you don't
mind."

"Of course I don't mind. I want to see you, sexy boy. How about if we use
the gym here for some fitness training. We can help each other with the
weights and things."

I almost giggled out loud imagining just how we might `help' each other,
and what I'd like to weigh. "Great. I'll come in the afternoon then. We'll
have finished school by then for the holidays."

"So we can spend the rest of the day together. And don't forget to wear
something that looks good on you – like last time."

"If I remember right, you were trying to get inside my clothes," I
responded.

"Yeah, when you look that good, I want to know what's underneath."

"Mmm, well, we'll have to see what I can find on Wednesday. I'll bring some
gym kit anyway."

We chatted on for a bit more. It was obvious that both of us were keen to
meet up and continue developing our friendship. I think that both of us
also hoped it might lead to something a little more exploratory. Maybe the
gym was a convenient setting for that to happen. Or even, if he took me
there, Boy's room in Tom's condo. And there was the possibility of meeting
Tom again. Visiting their condo might let me find out more about what was
going on between them.




On Thursday afternoon I was scheduled to have the final mentoring session
with Charlie in school, and he'd already suggested that as term finished at
the end of the week, this might be our last session altogether. In the
couple of days since I'd chatted to him anonymously on GayRomeo, I'd
started to form a plan in my mind about how to approach him in a way that
was unrelated to school.

I knocked on his door just after lunch. It was still lesson-time, so when
he opened the door to me he was still dressed in his teaching clothes – a
smart, short-sleeved shirt, and grey trousers. I instinctively looked down
at the trousers as he turned back into the room. They were tight-fitting
and stretched beautifully across his bum. As he sat in the chair opposite
me, he left his legs open, and I stared at the bulge that contained his
cock and balls. The photo image of the briefs beneath his trousers rushed
into my mind. I had to look up quickly to avoid making my interest too
obvious.

Charlie was smiling at me. "I think you've done really well since you
started here, Toby. How does it feel for you?"

We talked for several minutes about my progress at school and about how I
was settling in, making friends, and feeling more confident about life in
this new city. He'd seen me with friends like Chakri and Stewart. He
reviewed my lesson grades and gave me some feedback from the other teachers
about my progress.

As he was talking, I began to implement my prepared plan. I deliberately
sat with my legs splayed out in front of him. That morning I'd chosen a
pair of quite tight school shorts to wear. I let my hand rest on my leg,
and occasionally let it run up and down the skin. A couple of times as he
was talking and looking across at me, I very un-self-consciously put my
hand to my groin to make an apparent adjustment. I noticed him look down
and follow the movement. I knew that the bulge in the front of my shorts
would be quite prominent. He moved to cross his own legs, as if to disguise
any reaction on his part – or so I liked to think. I sensed that my
innocent-like flirting was beginning to work.

After a few minutes of this game, I asked him a question about something.
I'd already spotted some Thai/English dictionaries on the top-shelf of the
bookcase behind his desk. I'd been looking for something that was high up.
As we discussed my growing language skills, I said I was confused by some
spellings and grammar. "I can show you what I don't understand in the
dictionary, if you like," I said. And very quickly, as I was still
speaking, I stood up from my chair, went around his desk, and reached up
for a couple of the dictionaries. I made a point of exaggerating the
stretch by keeping my heels on the floor. As I reached up I knew that my
shirt would pull up and out from my trousers. I'd previously adjusted my
shorts so that they were riding low on my hips. The combined effect was to
expose the white `farang' skin of my lower back, and reveal the waistband
of my briefs over the belt fastening of my shorts. I maintained the stretch
for several seconds as I fumbled to hold the dictionaries in my hand. When
I finally turned back around, I knew my ploy had worked. His eyes were
staring towards my bum. I didn't bother tucking the shirt back in but
continued to give him the opportunity to look at my body. He moved in his
chair, and re-crossed his legs. I put the books down on the desk and stood
in front of them. As I leafed through the dictionaries to find the
reference I was asking about, Charlie had to come and stand alongside me.
He was only slightly taller than me, although his body had filled out more.
I breathed in his smell as he stood so close, our arms touching as we
looked at the books together.

Eventually, we resumed our seats and I sensed that Charlie was bringing our
one-to-one session towards an end. He was repeating his view that I'd done
so well at integrating into the school that we didn't really need to keep
meeting next term – but that he would always be available if I had any
questions or problems.

I started to thank him for all the help and support he'd given me. My
appreciation was sincere. However, this also gave me the opportunity to
implement the second part of my plan.

"Mr. Steading," I began, using his formal school name, "I really appreciate
all that you've been doing to help me. It's made a real difference."

"Thank you Toby. It's been a delight for me to work with you. You've helped
me to develop my own English too. I get a lot of pleasure from working with
you boys here at the school."

`Yes,' I thought, `I know that you find some boys here very attractive. I
wonder if you like me in the same way. I think perhaps you might from the
way you've been looking at me today.' But I couldn't say anything like
this, of course.

Instead I continued, "My dad asked me to tell you how much he appreciates
your help as well. He also thinks I'm doing very well with your support.
It's great to know that you will still be available next term if I do find
something difficult."

"Yes, I'll certainly be very pleased to help you in the future – if you
need it, Toby."

"Well, err," I began. This was the key part of my plan. "Dad and I got you
a little `thank-you' gift for all your help. It's just a little thing but I
wanted you to have it. It's something from England. But I couldn't bring it
into school today as my bag was too full."

Charlie was looking at me with both surprise and intrigue.

"Um, I was wondering whether, next week ... when we're on holiday ... I could
maybe meet up somewhere with you ... for lunch or something ... just for
half-an-hour ... and I could show our appreciation by giving you this gift."

There was a pause, whilst Charlie took in what I'd suggested. Eventually he
looked at me again. "That's really very kind of you and your dad. There's
no need, really. I'm just doing my job here. But that's a wonderful
gesture. I'm going away for a few days later next week to visit some
cousins. If we were to meet, it would have to be Monday or Tuesday."

I thought quickly about my other arrangements to be with Chakri and Boy.
"Tuesday would be great."

After that, we quickly settled on a place to meet in one of the malls. It
turned out that Charlie didn't live too far away from school, so we could
meet each other without too much travel. We fixed up a time on Tuesday to
share a lunch together.

Plan succeeded!!!

After that, we brought our final one-to-one mentoring session to an end. I
stood up and made a show of noticing my shirt was outside my shorts.
Mentioning the school rules about proper dress, I deliberately undid the
top buckle of my shorts in order to tuck the shirt back in again.  I
fumbled a bit to give Charlie another teasing look towards my hidden
assets. He took the bait. Then I stretched out my hand to give him an adult
handshake, picked up my bags, and left his office to return to my final
classes of the day.

............ to be continued soon in Chapter 13 of Toby's Journal .............

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


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