Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2015 13:28:08 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 2

This is an erotic novel about gay relationships between a teenage youth and
various other men. It is a work of fiction and written for my own
entertainment. This novel interacts with another parallel book at about Boy
and Tom that you can follow at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/boy-series/. I hope you
enjoy this twist!

.......................Continued from Chapter 1..............................

He smiled at me and leaned forward towards me. "How do you fancy living
with me in Thailand for the next few years?"  I was gob-smacked. I didn't
know what to say. This had just happened out of the blue. Dad told me that
I'd already lost my mother and he didn't want us to be separated like that.
He wanted us to be together especially as he was a bit worried about living
in a strange country. So he'd checked with the company and they were fine
for him to move out to Thailand and bring his family – meaning me! They
provided all their senior British employees with a proper house to live in.
They would help with school fees out there so that I would continue to get
a good education in English. They would pay for flights each year for us to
come to England on holiday. The house would have what he called a `maid' –
someone who looked after it, did the shopping, and made some of the meals.
This would mean that I could live at home all the time and just travel to
school for the day – no more boarding.

And that's how I came to live in Thailand with my dad and begin a whole new
chapter in my life. That's where this journal really begins.


CHAPTER 2


Hello secret journal. Here I am in Bangkok, living with dad again in our
new house. It's pretty cool. It's so different from back home. I mean, it's
so hot, and so noisy in the city. There are no fields around. And there are
people everywhere. Most people seem so much younger than they do back home.
There are lots of kids everywhere.

Dad's company gave us a house near to Sukhumvit Road in Bangkok. It's about
one kilometre from the main road in a side street. There are so many side
streets everywhere that I got lost a couple of times when I went out
exploring. But now I know my way around, to the shops, the main road, and
the Skytrain.

Our house seems quite old. There are two floors. Downstairs there's a big
living room and a dining room and a bathroom for visitors. There's a large
area for preparing food and another kitchen area for cooking it. By the
side of the kitchen is a room and bathroom for our `maid' – that's a woman
who lives in the house and does all the cleaning and cooking – she's called
Non. She sleeps in her room some nights, and other times she goes back to
her home where she has a husband and her own children. Sometimes her
husband comes as well to look after the garden. She only speaks a little
English and dad says I have to try and learn some Thai. But that's pretty
hard because it doesn't look like English at all. Anyway Non seems quite
nice and she's trying to make some food that I will eat instead of all the
hot spicy food that everyone eats here.

Upstairs in our house there are four big bedrooms and a couple of
bathrooms. Dad has the big bedroom at the front with its own bathroom. He
asked me which bedroom I wanted, so I looked all around and eventually
chose one at the back next to the other bathroom. It felt more private. And
I can look out of the window at the garden and no-one can see in from the
other houses in the area.

After the first few days here, dad had to start work in his new job. We
have a car, but someone from the company comes and picks him up early each
morning to go to work. Dad says soon we will have a motorbike as well, like
everyone else, to get around. He says he will teach me to ride it but the
traffic seems really bad to me, and I'm not so sure.

When dad's gone to work, there is only me and Non in the house. That gives
me plenty of time to have my first wank in the morning, and then my first
shower of the day. Dad's arranging for me to go to the International School
but it's taking a bit of time to set up. So every day I'm free to wander
around in the area, and sometimes take the Skytrain into the city.

It's really hot, so I don't want to walk very far. I've got a bike now
which is OK for an hour or so, but then you need to go indoors to find some
aircon and cool down with a drink. I've been going to McDonalds and
ice-cream shops and such like where I can sit down with a drink and some
food and just watch. Everywhere is so busy. I don't know very much Thai
yet, so it's hard to understand what people are saying. Everyone talks so
fast.

If I can't talk, I can still watch and look. And there's a lot to see.
First thing I noticed was all the schoolgirls because they all seem to look
the same: white shirts, black short skirts with a tight belt and white
socks. They all look so skinny and young. I can't really tell how old they
are. They go around in groups talking to each other. But it's not the girls
I'm most interested in, so I started checking out the boys. There are a lot
of boys everywhere. They either look very smart or very scruffy. The smart
boys are dressed for school. They all wear really tight black trousers that
hug their bums. I can see the outline of their briefs through the trousers.
And I can see their bulge at the front which makes me wonder what size they
are. Most of the boys seem smaller that in the UK. They certainly don't
have many fat boys here. But it's difficult to tell their ages. A few have
a few hairs on the face, but I quickly noticed that Asian boys and men
really don't have any hair on their body. I have to check them out quite
closely to look for hair on their legs or their face. The scruffy boys are
wearing torn jeans or baggy shorts, big tee-shirts and baseball caps. Again
they can be any age, but with this clothing it's much more difficult to
check out their muscles, their bums or their cocks. At first I thought many
of these boys were gay because they were touching each other and being very
physical; but then I realised that this is quite natural here in Thailand.
The girls do it too. No-one seems to think it's gay to touch and hold each
other in the street.

Sometimes when I'm sitting in a café, I can watch a group of boys on a
nearby table. They're chatting and playing together, taking selfies and
group pictures, surfing on their phones. I try to guess how old they are.
If I'm feeling horny, I like to check out their crotches and bums.
Sometimes I follow one of them to the toilets but mostly they are very
private in there. They must be wanking at home and I fantasise about what
it would be like to watch them do it.

With all this spare time until I can start at the school, I'm into wanking
big time. I've got lots of fantasies going, mostly about the older boys at
my last school in York. Because I can't see them for real any more, I have
to use my imagination. I've been creating stories in my head about what we
might do together.

We've had a phone line and broadband installed in the house. It works OK
but it's not as fast as at home in England. Sometimes in the evening it can
get really slow; there must be lots of people using it. I checked out all
my favourite websites for men and porn. Quite a lot of them don't seem to
work here. There is just official-looking writing on the screen in Thai,
which I guess means that it's blocked or censored or something. Before we
came here, I looked up about gay men in Thailand on Google, and there were
quite a lot of sites that described gay life in Thailand. It seems like
it's very common in the cities and gay men can be quite open at work and at
home. So I reckon there must be more Thai websites.

I've tried Googling for Thai Gay Men and found lots of pages. Some of the
porn ones are blocked, and many seem to be written in Thai which I can't
read – but the pictures look great!  Then I found a couple of chat sites
for gay men here. The most popular one seems to be GayRomeo. It's in
English too.

If I don't find a way of looking at guys here in Thailand, I think I'll go
crazy. There are some very sexy pictures on GayRomeo but I can't browse
more of the site without registering. One night I was so horny that I just
had to register and get onto the site. So I clicked to register a new
account and create my profile. I had to say I was 18 years old. I put in
details about myself – some true (like my height and weight and origin) and
some made-up (like my age and my experience). I didn't really understand
all the questions, especially some about `preferences', so I left some
sections blank. I tried to make myself sound like some of the older boys
back home that I really fancy. The website said that I really needed some
pictures to make my profile look good. I found a whole album of pictures on
my phone that I'd taken secretly of the boys at my York school. There were
quite a lot of pictures of Carl who I thought looked fantastic; he's 18
with a great fit body and a good bum. Of course I didn't have any naked
pictures of him, but there were some of him in his football gear on the
pitch, and some in casual clothes in the evening. They'd do. I used three
pictures of him at a distance – no real close-ups. I was scared in case
anyone recognised him. I played around with my profile for a few days,
saying that I was English, recently moved to Bangkok with my family, and
looking to chat with other guys, but I only spoke English.

Wow, there were a lot of guys with profiles who seemed to be very close to
our house. Maybe 20 men within a kilometre or so. And they were all ages –
from around 19/20, up to 70s. Most were Thai or Chinese looking and some
were white – European, Australian or American I guessed. Most had
photographs and these were the ones I looked at first. Some really cute
guys! Some also seemed to have more explicit pictures but I couldn't see
these because it kept asking me to become a paying member of the site. That
was a big disappointment.

I discovered that every time I logged onto the site, my profile was visible
to other guys. This meant that I started to get `tracks' when people
checked out my profile. Some guys even put stickers on my profile like
`cute', `sexy' and `hot'. That felt great! Other people liked me here. But
then I remembered that my profile was not entirely truthful – and the
pictures were of Carl, not me.

The first few times that people sent me messages, I ignored them. I didn't
really know what to reply and how to chat. Then I kind of realised that
really it was no different to chatting with my friends on Facebook. I just
had to answer when I felt like it, and say anything really. That's when I
started to experiment with chatting to other guys on the website.

The first guy I really chatted with looked great. His name was `Bkkguy8'
and his profile said he was 19, lived in Bangkok, was a student, and
looking for friends. In his pictures, he had a really nice face. This is a
bit of our chat:

Bkkguy8: Hi, how r u?

Me: Hello. I'm good. Thank you.

Bkkguy8: I like your photos – very nice. Where r u from?

Me: Thanks. I'm from England. Just arrived in Thailand.

Bkkguy8: Are you on holiday? Travelling?

Me: No. I live here now. My family came here for work.

Bkkguy8: Oh. So what r u doing now?

Me: I'm going to start at the international school to finish my education
[I realised at that point that this might give my age away]

Bkkguy8: I see. So you're still at school.

Me: Yes. Just a few exams to do. [I hope he believes my age now]

Bkkguy8: What do you think of Bkk [Bangkok] then?

Me: It's pretty good. Big. Noisy. So many people.

Bkkguy8: Yeah, that's Bangkok for you. Have you met many people here?

Me: Not really. I'm hoping to find some new friends.

Bkkguy8:  ;-)  Nice. How about gay friends.

Me: I have some gay friends in England. Just looking around here in Bangkok.

Bkkguy8: There's a lot to choose from.

Me: Yes. There are so many guys here on this site.

Bkkguy8: Yeah. Just be careful. Lot of time-wasters. Not me though hehe.

Me: My problem is not knowing Thai. You have good English.

Bkkguy8: Thanks. I learn English at school and university. I want to
travel. Everyone needs English today.

Me: Guess I'm lucky then.

Bkkguy8: What you looking for here?

Me: Hope I can make some new friends.

Bkkguy8: You might be lucky. Lot of guys just looking for sex. Be careful.

Me: I know. But you're Asian right?

Bkkguy8: I'm Thai.

Me: Is it different for Thai?

Bkkguy8: How do you mean?

Me: Like there seem to be a lot of gay Thai guys. Must be easy to meet.

Bkkguy8: I guess a lot of my friends are gay. It's no big deal to be gay at
work or university.

Me: Wow, really. Very different in England. So it's easy to find a
boyfriend here?

Bkkguy8: Depends on what you like and what you look for. Me – I'm less keen
on other Thai boys. I like something different.

Me: What u mean?

Bkkguy8: That's why I chat with farang [white - European, American] guys.

Me: Oh.

Bkkguy8: I prefer their looks.  I like your pictures. You look fit and
strong. You're more filled out than most Thai guys.

Me: [Oh shit, but that's not really a picture of me] OK. Right. And like,
Thai guys are more slim and they don't have much hair, right?

Bkkguy8: I guess there are all sorts. But a lot of Thai guys are smaller
than farang. Do you have a boyfriend in England? Have you messed around
with any guys here yet?

Me: No. [but I wish I had] I'm quite new here and don't really know many
guys.

Bkkguy8: Shouldn't be a problem for you. Not with the body in your pics.

Me: Maybe [I wish]

Bkkguy8: In your football pics, you look quite defined.  Have you got a
good big cock too?

Me: ... I don't know. About average I guess.

Bkkguy8: I love a farang cock to suck on.

Me: Yeah. Sounds good. [Mmmm, sounds fantastic]

Bkkguy8: Got any cock pics to send me so I can see how big you are
farang-guy?

Me: [oh shit] Sorry, they're all on my other camera in England.

Bkkguy8: You can always take some new ones.  I'll send you a couple of me.

Me: Great.

A moment later, my tablet pings twice as messages arrive from Bkkguy8. He's
sent two pictures over. I open the first one. He's taken a picture of
himself in the mirror. The flash has obscured his face but I can see the
rest of his body. He's taken his tee-shirt off and pushed his pants down
beneath his balls. He's got a great looking body. Perfectly smooth. No
chest hair – which looks kind of different for a guy of his age compared to
what I've seen before with guys at my school. There is a big patch of black
hair above his cock. His cock is soft and lying on his thigh, the foreskin
pulled back to show his shiny head. His balls are hairless and hanging
between his thighs. Wow. So nice.  I open the second picture. It's his cock
again, but this time he's hard. The picture is looking down his body and
he's holding his cock straight up away from his body. He's obviously been
wanking when he took the picture. The head is wet. It makes me immediately
excited.

Bkkguy8: Get them? What do you think?

Me: Wow. Great.

Bkkguy8: Do you want more of that then? Maybe we could meet.

Me: Ok. I'll let you know. I think my dad's just got home. Got to go.

And I quickly closed the chat windows and the app. I looked at the pictures
he'd sent me. I was very excited. I'd unzipped my shorts and was playing
with myself. I lay back on the bed with the pictures open in front of me. I
was just chatting with this guy and he showed me his hard cock. I just had
to cum.



Actually, I wank a lot. I think it must be the heat. I feel horny all the
time. And maybe because I don't have school to go to yet, I can fantasise
all day thinking about cuming. Chatting to that guy on GayRomeo made me
feel great. And his pictures were fantastic. I wanted to see his body for
real – but the age and pictures I'd put in the profile, weren't really me,
so I realised it wasn't too safe to fix anything with him. Hmmm. Problem.

It didn't stop me having a big wank just looking at his pictures and
imagining him. I can wank quite easily in my bedroom, lying on the bed.
No-one's going to come in. Dad's out of the house all day, and anyway he'd
knock on my door first. And Non won't come in to clean if she knows I'm in.
I just need to clear everything up for her – don't want her finding any
evidence on a tissue or the sheets.

I've discovered five great ways that I love wanking:

(1)
I like to stand in front of the big mirror in my bedroom and look at
myself. Have some music playing. Then I start to undress myself, trying to
make it slow and sexy. Kick off my sandals first. Then play with lifting up
before pulling it over my head. I try to move my shoulders and pecs to make
my body look good. Next I undo my belt and play with the fastening. Usually
I'm wearing shorts, but sometimes my jeans. This is the part that I take my
time over. Quite often I'm hard already by this stage. So I can see the
outline of my cock in the mirror beneath my shorts. That makes me even more
hot. When I can't wait any longer, I drop my shorts. I like looking at
myself in my underwear, turning around to try and see my backside as well
as my front. I'm always fully erect by now, so it's very obvious inside my
pants. If I'm wearing briefs, my cock is pushing to one side. If I'm
wearing boxers, my cock might be pointing down one leg. Looks great either
way. Next comes the big reveal, when I slide my pants off. I'd really like
someone else to be there to do this bit. I can admire my naked body in the
mirror, feeling my cock, my balls and my bum. Usually I have to start
wanking quickly. I like to watch myself cuming. I'll cum on the mirror or
on the floor, and imagine that it's someone else there with me.

(2)
When Non is away during the day, I sometimes like the excitement of getting
undressed and wandering around the empty house without my clothes. I have
to close the curtains in front of the big windows on the street side first.
I like the thrill of being naked and wanking in different rooms. I went
into my dad's bathroom and stood in front of his mirror over the washbasin
to wank. I was imagining him there and doing the same thing. I don't know
if he does, but it was exciting to think that he might. Another time I went
as far as the kitchen. There was a bottle of cooking oil on the table and I
put some on my hand and then started wanking. It was so slippery. I rubbed
the oil all over my cock and balls. That made me very hard. I stood at the
corner of the table, with my balls just resting on the table top. It only
took a couple of minutes to shoot my load right across the table. I made
sure to scrub it well afterwards, before anyone could see the wet marks.

(3)
I love wanking in the shower. I use lots of shower gel to soap up my cock
and balls and cover myself in foam. I love the slippery feeling – and my
cock gets really clean at the same time. It's great to shoot onto the tiles
or the glass screen and then watch my cum sliding down. And it's dead-easy
to clean up afterwards.

(4)
Now I've started finding places away from the house to wank. This is scary
and exciting at the same time. Because there are people everywhere in
Bangkok, it's very hard to find places where no-one can see you. And I
don't want to get caught, `cos I don't know what would happen to me. I did
it a couple of times in the public toilets in a shopping mall. This was ok,
but there were always people going in and out and I thought someone might
hear me. Then one day last week I was inside one of the big stores looking
at some clothes. I found a pair of jeans that I really liked, so I asked if
I could try them on. The assistant showed me to the fitting room. When I
was inside, I took off my shorts to try on the jeans. I looked at myself in
the mirror and realised this was a great place to have a secret wank. I
pulled my pants off, made myself hard and jerked off real quick.
Fortunately, I had some tissues in my pocket to catch my cum. This was so
good I decided to do it again a couple of days ago. I went to a different
store and picked out two or three pairs of trousers to try on. The
assistant looked really sexy and I kept trying to ask him questions. He was
wearing really tight trousers that showed off his bum and his bulge. I
guess he was 17 or 18 with a fit, smooth body. As he moved around I was
already getting solid in my shorts. I loved it when he bent over to look
for some different sizes or colours for me. I would have taken a picture of
him if I could. After about five minutes he led me to the fitting room with
three pairs of trousers. I locked the door and quickly removed all my
clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to imagine the
assistant being naked in there with me. I was feeling myself all over,
imagining his hands, and gradually bringing myself to a climax. I must have
been in there for some time because the assistant knocked on my door and
said something. I needed to cum quickly. I just about remembered to pull
out the tissues from my shorts and then shot a big load into them. I got
dressed quite fast, opened the door and carried the trousers back out. The
assistant was looking at me as I walked towards him. My cock was still
pretty swollen inside my shorts and I guess he must have noticed. He was
smiling at me. I thanked him for his help but said that I wasn't really
sure about them. I smiled and left quickly. I wonder whether he went in to
check the fitting room after me. I guess it probably smelt of my cum.

(5)
I've tried putting my hard dick into different things but it never really
works because so many things have hard edges. It's quite good using the
inside of the toilet paper roll – but that's sometimes too small now for my
cock. The best thing I've got is an old softball that I brought from
England. The outside is covered in some kind of suede and where that's been
torn, there is a hole that I can push my cock through. The inside is made
of something like rubber to make the ball bounce. I used a knife to cut
away some of the rubber. I fixed up the bookcase in my bedroom so that this
ball was on a shelf at the same height as my cock and was kept in position
by the books around it. Now I can push my cock in and out of the ball –
like fucking it – and I don't need to use my hands. I use my hands on my
hips or to hold my bum instead. It's a great feeling. I keep looking for
other things that I can push into like this. The only problem is that I'm
standing so close to the bookcase that I can't see myself in the mirror.
And the ball is getting pretty smelly too because I've cum in it about five
times so far.


I don't know what I'll do when I start at the international school. I'm
wanking so often just now I don't think I'll have time for lessons and
studying. Like McDonalds says in their slogan: "I'm loving it."


........................ To be continued in Chapter 3 .................

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