Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2015 11:58:17 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 14

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

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................ Chapter 13 of Toby's Journal ended like this .................


"Fuck, yeah," I said, as the spasms eased off. I pushed my face deep into
his root again, and as I did so, I felt the contraction in his butt as he
started to shoot off. I felt his jism land all over my chest in several
stringy, white blasts. After a few moments more, Chakri's body collapsed
down onto mine. We lay like that for several minutes with sticky goo
smeared between us, and pooling in my pubes and over my balls.

"I always thought this weekend together would be good, but this evening has
been great! Everything you've done to me, Toby, has been amazing."

"How about we go and enjoy another shower together to clean up?" I
suggested.

"Yeah, great. I loved it when you soaped me up before."

We disentangled our bodies and made our way to the luxurious bathroom
again. Stepping into the walk-in shower, I noticed that we were both still
semi-aroused. I pushed Chakri under the rain-shower and started to clean
him up, allowing my cock to brush against him frequently. Afterwards, he
did the same to me. A few minutes later, we stepped out and dried
ourselves. Back in the big bed, he curled in close to me. "You're like my
best friend and my `big' brother," he said. "And we've got a whole weekend
to enjoy even more of this."

CHAPTER 14

When we woke up on Saturday morning, the bed was a complete mess. There
were towels and tissues strewn about from our sex-play. Somehow shirts,
socks and underwear had got mixed up in it all. It didn't much look like a
luxury hotel bedroom anymore. Chakri had woken first and about the first
thing he did was crawl down the bed to take my cock into his mouth again.
Of course, it rose quickly to full-size. He was busy stroking me as I came
round from sleep.

"Mmm, nice way to wake up," I said, "Do you want another mouthful of my
juice for breakfast?"

"Yeah, if you can manage it."

I straightened myself out on the bed and let him get to work on me. He was
already gripping my balls in his hand to encourage me. I knew I was capable
of cuming two or three times in a day, so I hoped there had been enough
time to recharge them. I looked down my naked body. His sweet little face
was fastened over my stiffness. He was like a milking machine! As he knelt
beside me on the bed, his ass was in reach, so I used my hand to give him a
slap on the buttocks. Yesterday he'd seemed to enjoy these physical smacks
on his ass; maybe this would encourage him to work even faster on me. I
loved the sight of my manhood pushing into his mouth. I only wish I'd been
able to experience sliding it in and out of his ass last night – but he'd
not been able to take me like that. I'd have to wait longer for my first
fuck.

"Aahh, go on Chakri, suck me deep. You know how much you like it."

The answer was a series of moans and grunts as his face was fully stuffed
with my cock and he wasn't letting up.

"Oh, fuck yeah ... Get ready ... I'm going to cum!"

I blasted off a load into his mouth. He couldn't take it all and as he
lifted his face off me, the last two shots landed on his cheeks and around
lips. It was pretty hot to see his face covered in my cum. He didn't do
anything to wipe it off, and the juice started to run and drip onto his
chest. He swivelled round until he was kneeling astride my body.

"Put your cock against my bum," he said. I took hold of my thickness and
wiped it against his crack. He lowered himself against me and rubbed his
ass with my still-hard cock as he started to beat himself off fast. His
cock was pointing straight out from his little bush of hair. His smooth
balls were already pulled up above his splayed smooth thighs. I tried to
hold my cockhead against his ass-hole and this made him wank even faster.
Suddenly, he threw his head back, let out a shout, and three strings of
boy-cum were ejected from the end of his cock, landing on my chest beneath
him.

As he slowed down, I scooped some of his cum up with my fingers and pushed
it into his mouth. "Now you can taste two different juices for your
breakfast."

It was getting late, so we showered together, got dressed in shorts and
tee-shirts, and made our way together to the dining room for breakfast. Dad
and Chanita were already eating. Chanita gave us a long look as we crossed
the floor towards them. I hoped she couldn't see the still-swollen cock in
my pants – although she'd probably been feeling my dad's thick cock through
the night. She smiled as we sat down but didn't say anything.

"Oh, you've finally got up then," said dad, joking, "I thought I was going
to have to wake you boys up." The thought of my dad entering our room and
finding us on the bed together was not a good one. "What do you boys want
to do today? We thought we might drive out into the countryside. Chanita
says there are some popular waterfalls near-by, and then we might go on to
the `death railway' that was built by prisoners working for the Japanese
during the second world war. There's a section that's been opened up as a
museum to show the conditions in which the prisoners had to work. We could
get some lunch somewhere and come back here in the afternoon to use the
pool and the spa. How does that sound? Or would you rather just stay around
here all day?"

I looked at Chakri to gauge his reactions. He was nodding to me. "That
sounds good, dad," I replied, "But we would like to go swimming and stuff
at some point. We need to cool off. And we should use all these facilities
whilst we're here."

"Great. So you boys need to finish breakfast before they clear everything
away. Then let's meet up at reception in half-an-hour. It's going to be
hot, so you'd better bring a hat and some sun-screen."




The atmosphere was good as we drove away in the car. Dad and Chanita were
up-front and there was plenty of chat as we tried to navigate our way
through the country following a rather out-of-date map and some not very
accurate road-signs. It was a good job we had Chanita and Chakri who could
make sense of it all. After about 45 minutes, we arrived at a large
road-side car park with twenty or more cars already there. We climbed out
and followed the signs, past a whole area of shacks and huts selling food,
drink and souvenirs, into the jungle. The wide path led to the river and a
series of waterfalls that were cascading over a cliff. Dad and Chanita
stopped to take some photos of each other. Chakri and I decided to follow
the path further around the side of the cliff and see where the water was
coming from.

As we climbed up, we passed a series of pools each with its own waterfall
in and waterfall out. Some were very small; others were the size of a
swimming pool. Near the top was a large pool that was obviously popular.
The rocks had been worn smooth by the water. There were some picnic tables
and a guy selling food. Right at the edge of the pool was a large boulder
that the kids were using as a diving platform from which to jump and dive
into the pool.

"We should have brought our bathers," I said to Chakri.

"We can go in, in our shorts if you want," he said.

"No – I don't have anything to change into – and dad won't want to get his
car wet."

"Let's sit and watch a bit then."

There was a gang of young boys playing in the water and jumping off the
boulder. Some were wearing shorts and others were just wearing their pants.
It was funny to watch them. Most of the pants and some of the shorts must
have been quite old because the elastic wasn't strong enough to hold them
up when they jumped. There were lots of boy bums and cocklets on display.
No-one seemed too bothered. Most of these boys were still pre-pubescent, so
their bodies didn't hold too much interest for me, but sometimes I could
glimpse some tufts of hair under their arms or as their pants were pushed
down for a moment or two. Three older boys got up from the bank and pushed
the younger boys out of the way so they could show-off by diving into the
pool. These boys were a lot more interesting!

"Do you see him?" urged Chakri, nodding towards a teenage boy standing on
top of the boulder. He must have been about 14, with a smooth, brown chest
and strong legs. As we watched, he performed a great, clean dive into the
water. As he pulled himself out, his nylon shorts were clinging to his
body. His rounded buttocks were wonderfully outlined as he climbed out;
then when he turned around to his friends, I could see the sculptured
outline of his cock and balls. He couldn't have been wearing anything
underneath the nylon of his shorts. His mates were in the water now, and
for a time they were wresting and throwing each other about. Arms and legs
and bodies were getting mangled together.

"I'd love to be playing with them," said Chakri.

"Yeah," I replied, "I wonder if they do what we were doing at night."

"Mmm, that tall one in the blue shorts looks really hot."

We watched them a bit longer until all three boys climbed out of the water
and make their way further into the jungle on one of the paths. Wonder what
they were getting up to?

"Come on, the show's over, I think we should be getting back down again."

Back down at the car, the others were waiting for us. We grabbed some
drinks from one of the shacks and headed off further up the road.
Half-an-hour later we arrived at the museum and exhibition for the Death
Railway. This was really well done, but quite uncomfortable to see. We
walked down into the steep cutting to see just what the prisoners-of-war
had been made to do by the Japanese. Most of the rock-cutting had been done
by hand. It seems as though thousands of men had died here during the war.
In the warmth and quiet of the day, it was pretty uncomfortable to be made
to think about this stuff.

Afterwards, dad took us all to a restaurant near-by where Chakri and
Chanita ordered a whole lot of food for us. There were seven or eight
dishes on the table and I ate until I felt stuffed. Then we climbed back
into the car and drove back to the resort hotel. I think most of us were
feeling full and sleepy, so it was pretty quiet in the car.

When we got back, Chakri and I went to our room to pick up our swimming
things. There was a really big pool in the gardens and only a few people
using it. Dad and Chanita went off to the spa to get themselves some
massage treatments. We got changed quickly and dived into the pool. I was
remembering the boys we'd seen rough-playing at the waterfalls in the
morning. We swam some lengths, practiced our dives, and then started
horsing around in the water. It was great to be cooling off. Chakri
suggested that we go to the spa and use their sauna. I wasn't so sure as it
didn't seem the right thing to be doing on a hot day, but I followed him
anyway. Inside the spa there was a large wooden sauna cabin that could
probably take around twenty people. There were just three people inside
when we arrived - two guys and a woman. The woman left soon after and I
glanced across at the men, wondering if anything ever happened in places
like that. If it did, it wasn't going to happen whilst we were there. I
found the temperature too hot, so I left the sauna for a cool shower and
then jumped back in the pool. Chakri followed soon after. When we were
bored with the swimming, we lay out on the sun-loungers absorbing some of
the afternoon rays. Maybe I felt asleep for a time - not surprising after
our games of the previous night - because it was starting to get dark when
Chakri nudged me and said he was going back to our room. I picked up my
towel and clothes and went back with him.

In the bedroom I lay down on the bed whilst Chakri surfed through the TV
channels again. He was checking out more of the porn channels, most of
which hadn't started broadcasting yet.  Eventually he found one that
interested him and I looked up from the bed to watch three guys undressing
each other and beginning to kiss and suck each other off. It was pretty
good, but the men were not really more style: they were too big, muscled
and hairy to attract me. I reckoned it was some kind of satellite or video
channel because I couldn't imagine this type of programme being broadcast
in Thailand.

After watching the action for around twenty minutes, Chakri stood up. "Do
you fancy trying out the big Jacuzzi in the bathroom?" he asked, "I've
never used one of those things. Mostly Thais just use showers at home."

"Yeah, ok," I replied.

"It's big enough for the two of us. Let's use it together!" He walked
across the room to the bathroom and I could hear the taps starting to fill
the bath. After a few moments, I followed, leaving the TV to play the porn
to an empty room. The bath occupied a whole corner of the bathroom, with
jets of water filling it from various sides and the bottom. Chakri had
found some bath foam which was now frothing all over the rising water
level. He was watching the water fill and checking the temperature as I
entered and took a pee. He started to undress and I watched him in the
mirror as he removed first his tee-shirt and then his shorts and briefs. I
loved the sight of his slim body and slender bum, with the protruding
rounded buttocks. I'd really enjoyed playing with them last night when he'd
asked me to try and fuck him – although I'd not been able to gain entry. I
watched him lift one leg, spreading his ass, as he stepped over the side of
the bath.

I turned away from the toilet and started to get undressed. Just as I'd
done with him, Chakri sat in the water watching me with a grin all over his
face. "I can't get enough of looking at your amazing body!" he said. I
walked across the floor and pushed my hips forward, offering my cock to
him. He grabbed it eagerly with one hand and took it into his mouth. I
immediately began to stiffen until he brought me to another full erection.
I pulled away from him and gave him a display of my swinging, hard cock as
it bounced from one side of my belly to the other. His body was hidden
beneath the foam in the bath. I took my time climbing in and sitting down
at the other end until we were facing each other and our legs were caught
up together.

We both lay back in the bath, letting the water jets massage our bodies and
maintain a deep layer of foam across the surface of the water. We both
moved our feet against the other, touching thighs, balls, cocks and bellies
with our toes. After a time, I signalled for Chakri to turn around and sit
between my legs where he lay back into my chest and I could soap and wash
him from behind. We both enjoyed several minutes of play like this.

Suddenly, I heard the noise of a knock on the bedroom door and then the
unmistakeable sound of the door being opened. I immediately thought this
might be my dad – in which case I was panicking that he was going to see
the gay porn on the TV screen. But then I was pretty certain that my dad
would have knocked and waited for an answer before walking in, particularly
as he knew Chakri was also staying in the room. I held Chakri still in the
bath so that no sound would escape and give us away. We listened as the
person in the adjoining bedroom moved around the room. I heard them close
the curtains to the outside terrace, and then tidy up the glasses and cans
that we'd been using. Maybe this was one of the hotel domestic staff doing
a late clean. Some more things got moved around, and it sounded as though
some clothes were being picked up of the floor. Then the steps approached
the bathroom door.

A figure began to push the door open, holding our wet swimming trunks and
towels in front. As the person stepped into the bathroom, I recognised the
young room steward, Mack. At the same time, he saw us in the Jacuzzi. He
stopped briefly, obviously surprised to see us there, and then took another
couple of steps into the room.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he began, "I knocked on the door but didn't hear any
reply. I came in to get your room ready for the night. I have to close the
curtains and turn down the bed covers, and check the room is clean. Sorry!
I'm very sorry to disturb you."

He was about to step back out of the bathroom, but something seemed to hold
him there. Chakri was covered by the foam when he spoke. "Never mind. You
can hang the towel up on the rail to dry if you need to. What's your name
again?"

"My name is Mack. I'm the room steward on this corridor. I showed you to
your room yesterday." He moved his head slightly to look at me. "And you
are Mr Toby, I think."

I nodded. I'd never been caught so exposed before. Still, it was probably
not as bad as my dad finding me like this. I guessed that Mack had to be
discreet with the guests who were paying his wages after all.

"Would you like me to prepare both beds for you ... or just the big bed?" he
asked. "I think you only used one bed last night."

"One bed is fine," answered Chakri.

"And I see you found the porn channels that I switched on for you," he said
with a smile, hanging up the towels and costumes to dry. "Did you find
something you liked?"

"Err, yes. There is a big choice here."

"I think so. But the staff are not allowed this TV in their rooms. I see
you were watching the men together on the TV. Are you two boyfriends?"

It was time for me to say something. "Not really proper boyfriends. We go
to school together and we are good friends."

"I can see you enjoy having a bath together. And you sleep in the same
bed.  I saw you playing together in the swimming pool before. I cleaned the
towels for you this morning. I think they needed cleaning." Mack smiled, as
if at a private joke. I remembered how we'd used the towels to clean up
some of our cum last night and this morning. I stared at him as I realised
he'd probably been looking at the cum-stains or sniffing the towels, and
knew what we'd been doing.

"It's no problem," Mack continued, "I have to clean the towels each day
anyway. And I know what a lot of guests like to do when they stay here.
Maybe I am like you too. I like some of the men who come and stay. But a
farang boy and a Thai boy here together is different.  I never have that
before. It is new for me." And as he spoke to us, his hand moved to touch
his genitals in a small gesture.

"I'm sorry if we made a lot of mess for you to clear up," said Chakri. "It
was my friend Toby – he cums a lot when he shoots!"

Mack grinned and took a step closer towards us in the bath, as if he wanted
to see more. "I know some farang men can make a lot."

"How do you know that?" asked Chakri, leaning forward in the bath as if to
hide his privates more.

"Um, well, I sometimes see farang men in a video. And sometimes, a guest
wants me to come to his room ... you know ... to do something together. The
staff are not allowed to do that, but I know some of the girls are invited
into a room by a guest, and once or twice, a man has asked me. And he pays
me extra money, which is very helpful for me. But please don't tell the
hotel – I don't want to lose my job."

"You have sex with the guests?" I asked, somewhat shocked by this discovery.

"No, no ... not really ... just one or two times ... if the man is nice and kind
and I can trust him."

There was a pause. None of us knew what to say next.

Then Mack broke the awkwardness: "Would you like me to come here to your
room later?" As I looked at him, he slipped his hand into his trouser
pocket and started feeling himself. I could tell he was becoming aroused.
"I think we could have a lot of fun together. You would like it. Most of
the men here are much older. But I like men near my own age more. No-one
would know. I can keep a secret." He added, "I won't tell your dad."

I'd not really looked at Mack close up before. I reckoned he was my height,
maybe two or three years older, quite slender build very neatly dressed in
his uniform, with short dark hair. His hand was making quite a play with
his crotch. He smiled at me as I appraised him. He was obviously
experienced with guys from what he'd said already. Here was a very
unexpected offer from a stranger – but how to respond.

In the end, I didn't have to. Chakri chipped in: "What do you think Toby?
It could be fun with three of us. We have to leave tomorrow." He turned to
Mack, "But we don't have any money to give you."

"It's Ok," Mack replied quickly, "I don't need any money from you. I would
just like some good fun. Everything is free! I get horny very easily – you
will see – I get horny now with you! There are not many boys here to have
fun with. And I've never been with a farang boy. I want to see if you're
different."

I looked at him and saw the excitement in his eyes. "OK – but just for fun,
not money. And not tell anyone."

"Yes, yes," he answered eagerly, "But now I must go. I have other rooms to
check and prepare. I will see you later tonight. I finish work at 9.00. I
can't be seen coming to your room at that time. Please leave the door open
to the gardens – and keep the light off. It will be dark then and I can
come in that way. I'm sure we will have a lot of fun!"

And with that he was gone. I gave Chakri a squeeze. I could tell he was
hard from the way he wriggled around against me. "Is that OK with you?" I
asked him.

"Mmm, yes. I think he is older than anyone else I've seen. It could be very
good."

"Come on then, we need to get ready for dinner."


............ to be continued soon in Chapter 15 of Toby's Journal .............

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