Date: Fri, 11 Sep 2015 15:22:32 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 3

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 now follow at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-series/. I hope you enjoy
this twist!

.......................... continuing from Chapter 2 ..........................

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."


CHAPTER 3

I started at my new school a few days ago. It's been so busy I've not had
time to write in this private journal. Now it's the weekend and I can catch
up.

My new school is so different to the one in York I've been going to for the
last four years as a weekly-boarder. For a start, this is a day school
only, so I take the local tuk-tuk and then the Skytrain to get there every
day. It's called the International School which means that there are kids
from lots of different countries attending. It's a high school, so the kids
are aged from about 11 through to 18, both girls and boys. This is quite a
change for me as my last school was all boys (yum, yum). It's a private
school so everyone has to pay fees for their education. I don't think dad
could pay for all this himself, but his company helps with the fees as part
of his work contract here in Thailand. The fees mean that most of the kids
come from quite good families that can afford to pay, and buy the uniform
and the books and stuff. There are a lot of Thai students who go – I guess
because their parents think this is a good education and will help them get
to university later. And I've also seen American, British, French,
Australian, Chinese, Swiss and Japanese students too. I think some of their
families are working for big companies here, or maybe they work in the
embassies and places like that.

The great thing is that all the teaching is in English. If it was in Thai I
wouldn't understand a thing. I don't know how some of the Chinese and Thai
kids manage – but most of them seem to speak reasonable English. Then we
sit exams from the main English Exam Boards.

The school is quite different really. I have to be there by about 8.20 in
the morning. Everyone wears this standard uniform – shirt, trousers, belt,
school-bag, shoes. The teachers are also required to dress smartly. The
lessons are quite formal. No-one messes about in class. I've been put into
different groups for my main classes – English, Maths, Sciences, History,
Geography – but there are several other students around my age who seem to
be in the same classes as me. They give us quite a bit of work to do
outside class, but we also get some free periods in the day when we can do
this homework in the library and study rooms.

One thing is different for me. Because I'm joining the school half-way
through the year, I've been given a special mentor to help me. He's like a
student-teacher or something – not a full teacher, but someone who helps
out with various kids. His name is Mr. Steading, but everyone calls him
Charlie. So far I've had two sessions with him on my own. He's supposed to
help me settle in to the school, learn something about Thailand as a new
boy, learn to speak some basics in Thai, and generally find my way around
the place. That could be helpful.

Charlie helps the teachers in some of the classes, but he also has his own
room – well, more like a cupboard – for when he needs to see pupils like
me. He's asked me all about where I come from and what we're doing here in
Bangkok. He's also told me some things about himself. He's half-Thai and
half-New Zealand. His dad is from New Zealand, and married to a Thai woman.
So he speaks both Thai and English really well. Neat, huh. I think that's
why he's been assigned to help me. He finished school some time ago, then
worked for his father for a time in New Zealand, and now wants to go to
university. I think his job here at the school is to help him earn some
money and get more experience before he goes abroad for more education.

I reckon Charlie is about 20. He's 5'10" tall, and about 70kgs. He
obviously plays a lot of sport or uses the gym every day because he looks
pretty fit. He wears the standard teacher dress code during the day, but
after school, when we have our one-to-one sessions, he seems to change into
something more casual. Yesterday he was wearing a polo-neck shirt and
trackies. I couldn't help checking him out. His bulge definitely pushes out
the front of his trackies. Wonder what size he is.

Because the school days are so busy, it's not so easy to make new friends
yet. Some of the girls came up to me and wanted to know all about me and
where I came from. I told them some things but it's not like I'm looking
for a girlfriend. I guess I was polite but without saying too much. There
are a couple of boys who go around quite a bit together and are in most of
my classes. Stewart is English too. His dad works for some British
government department out here. He's my age. He's quite tall and slim, with
glasses and his hair is a real mess. He's a bit geeky really. His friend is
Chakri. He's nice. He's Thai and his family live in Bangkok. I think his
dad runs some kind of export business. He's got an older sister at
university and a younger brother at the same school too. Chakri is a laugh,
always making jokes – but I don't understand them all if they're in Thai,
or if his English is a bit mixed up. He plays a lot of tennis and asked if
I wanted a game with him sometime. He's not as tall as me, quite slim,
short neat hair, and everything in proportion. Stewart and Chakri seem to
have a little gang of mates around them, and maybe I'll be able to join
with them. It would be good to make some new friends here. So far, I've
only really spend time with dad, Non and GayRomeo. That's not a great
social life!

I can see that my new school is not going to give me the same opportunities
to check out other boys. It seems that everyone behaves very properly.
There are no big sports sessions at school like there were in York. We have
a gymnasium with some equipment and fitness machines, but there is no large
changing room, and no communal showers (big shame!). The boys will change
into shorts and vests to use the gym, but they don't strip off at all. Big
disappointment! There are some showers, but they are just one-person
cubicles, and everyone seems to use a towel to cover themselves, and then
pull their clothes on underneath their towel.

So for the moment, I'm not getting to see any naked boys or men. I'm having
to browse around on porn and GayRomeo every night to get my fix and
excitement.



Even when I'm not logged onto GayRomeo, I'm still getting messages from
other guys. Last night there were a couple of messages from interesting
Thai guys who had seem my half-true profile and wanted to start a
conversation with me. Mostly they just began: "Hi. How are you? You have
nice profile. Want to chat?" or something like that. One of these guys
looked really good. Tonight I'm going to reply to him.

Then there was one guy who sent me lots of messages. Basically, they said:
"Hello. My name is Somchai. What's yours? I'm 38 and live near the centre
of the city. Do you want to meet up with me? I'm sending you a couple of
pictures. I love being with young farang guys. You look very hot. I like
18-20 years, or a bit younger if you know what I mean. What do you like to
do? I have a big cock and love it when a boy sucks me off. Can you do that
for me? Not been sucked for three days, so I have a big load ready. How
about your ass? Do you let guys fuck you? I need a boy ass to fuck tonight.
You can come here to my room and I will fuck you on my bed. Sure you will
love it. Let me know. Just send me a message and say when you can get here.
I'm waiting for you. Hope to hear soon."

This message was both exciting and scary. I'd seen some porn in my bedroom
at home in England of older guys fucking "twinks" but I thought that was
just made-up stories for porn. This was a guy who really wanted it. It
seemed so easy: he could make contact with me directly and get me to go
over to his place for sex. A part of me got very excited by what he wanted.
Then my brain kicked in again. He might be a nut-case. Probably was a
nut-case. He could do anything to me. I don't know where I'm going. I'm a
stranger in a strange city. Whoa, Toby, whoa. Don't be stupid. I thought
about keeping the message and the pictures. But if anyone else saw them, I
could be in deep trouble. So I just deleted them, and then I found a way to
block this guy so he couldn't send me any more messages.  But this place is
pretty amazing – there seems to be so much around.



Dad has the weekend off work so we're spending it together exploring our
neighbourhood and going off into the city. We agreed to do one thing that I
wanted and one thing that he wanted. I suggested we might take in a movie
together. There are lots of cineplexes in the shopping malls and they have
most of the new releases of the big action films in English, with Thai
sub-titles. We went off to one of the big cinemas and I picked a new horror
film to watch – with big popcorn and drinks. The cinemas are really
comfortable. You just have to remember to stand up for their national
anthem at the beginning, because everyone else does. We didn't know about
that and someone had to tell us.

The film was good, and the special effects were pretty realistic.
Afterwards, dad said he wanted something more relaxing. He'd heard all
about this relaxation massage that everyone seems to have in Thailand. I
thought it sounded a bit weird, but I had seen lots of shops on the streets
offering `Thai Massage' and they seemed to be pretty busy. So we walked
down the street from the cinema and within a hundred metres there were two
or three of these shops offering massages. Dad picked one that he said
looked more classy, and we went in.

There were about six customers inside sitting on chairs having their feet
rubbed by the staff. Dad went to the counter and asked if they spoke
English. Someone came out who seemed to understand him. The woman explained
that the people downstairs were having a foot massage. This was very
relaxing and good for the circulation. It took about an hour, and
afterwards you felt very good. The woman said they also did proper Thai
massage, that was like pressing and exercising the whole body – legs and
arms and back – and they also offered an oil massage if he wanted that.

I knew what massage was, but I thought it was something that people did in
private. But here it seemed like lots of people were doing it – and kind of
in public too. I was a bit worried about what I would have to do. Dad said
he would like to try a Thai massage for his first massage, as everyone at
work had told him how good they were. He asked what I wanted to try. I
didn't know what to say. In the end I thought it best to stay close to him
so I said I would have the same.

The woman asked us to sit down. Then a couple of young women came out with
bowls of water which they put on the floor in front of us. They took off
our shoes (which we were supposed to leave by the front door) and put our
feet in the bowls and washed them. It was pretty weird having my feet
washed. Then they dried them and gave us some slippers to wear. These women
led us through to the back of the shop where there were rows of mattresses
on the floor with curtains between them hanging on rails. We were each
shown into one of these cubicles and the curtains were pulled around to
make the space private. The woman told us to take off our shirts and
trousers and put on the cotton `pyjamas' which she gave us. They were like
loose trouser bottoms, and a jacket. I learned afterwards that these are to
let you move more easily during the massage.  I checked that no-one could
see me through the curtains. I took off most of my clothes but kept my
pants on. I don't know what dad did. I sat on the edge of the mattress.

The woman came back after about five minutes. She didn't speak any English
except a few simple words. She showed me to lie down on my back on the
mattress. Then she started working on my feet and legs. She was pressing
with her hands and pushing quite deeply with her fingers into my muscles.
It was strange – but quite nice really. Sometimes she pushed in so deeply
it hurt a bit – especially in my calf muscles and my thigh muscles. She
moved my leg around so she could squeeze it from all sides. And she bent it
at the knee to put my leg into different positions.  She was squeezing all
the way up my leg and thigh. At one point her fingers were squeezing right
at the top of my inner thigh underneath my balls. Then she used her hands
to press at the top of my thighs. I thought she was going to touch my cock.
I had my eyes closed and tried to pretend this was entirely normal. If she
touched my cock I knew I would start to get hard – and I didn't want her to
see that. It was touch-and-go. I was panicking a bit. After a time, she
started working on my arms and my shoulders, and then she pulled on all my
fingers.

After about half an hour, she tapped my leg and asked me to turn over onto
my stomach. At least I didn't feel quite so exposed on my front. She
started to massage my feet and legs again from the back. As she worked up
my thighs, it started to feel really good. I loved it when she pushed and
squeezed my bum very firmly. It pushed my cock deep into the mattress.
Nice. Then she squatted over me and started to work on my back with her
fingers. Ow, that started to really hurt again. She was pushing in on
either side of my backbone, squeezing the breath out of me. Up and down my
back she went, pushing and squeezing. After doing my arms again from the
back, she started to pull me backwards, bending my back. Then she turned me
over again and started putting my legs into strange positions and pushing
on my feet. I could feel my leg muscles and back muscles being stretched
hard. Finally, she got me to sit up and she used her fingers on my neck and
head to massage them. That was pretty nice – I liked that. When she'd
finished, she brought me this drink of weak tea, and told me to get dressed
again. I could hear the other woman saying something to dad in another
cubicle, so he must be finishing too.

We met downstairs. Dad said to me: "How was that, Toby?"

"It was ok, dad – she really pulled me about. I think I might be sore in
the morning. My back feels about two feet longer."

"Yeah, it feels great. All the stress from work has gone. My body feels
very light. I can see what people at work meant when they said it really
helps you to relax and feel good. I might try and do this every week. And
it's only £5. You'd pay a whole lot more in the UK for something that was
nothing like as good."



After the Thai massage, we went looking for a nice restaurant. Most of the
restaurants around where we live seem to serve only Thai food. I'm getting
used to it – but I have to ask them not to make the food too spicy. We
found a nice looking restaurant in a quite side street where most of the
tables were outside in the garden. The menus have pictures of the most
popular dishes, with English translations, to help you order. Dad picked
some food for us to eat; it all comes with rice at every meal.

The food was pretty good. Dad ordered beers for both of us too.

One of the waiters looked a bit strange. She didn't serve on our table, but
I kept noticing her taking orders and bringing food to some of the other
tables.

Dad said: "See that waitress over there. She's a ladyboy."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she's really a boy but ladyboys prefer to dress as girls. If you
look at her face, you'll see that it looks quite male, underneath the
make-up. And she's got an Adam's Apple at her throat – that's a dead
give-away."

"Yeah, I can see now. But why does he – I mean, she – want to do that?"

"It seems quite common here in Thailand, especially in the cities. Some
boys don't feel comfortable as boys and they would rather be regarded as
girls. So they wear women's clothes, put on make-up, and look like that.
Then they get treated as women."

"But don't they get bullied by everyone for being so different?"

"No – it seems to be quite accepted. If you look around, you'll see
ladyboys in the street and in restaurants and shops. Some of them look very
stylish."

I checked around to see if I could spot any more. "But what about ... you
know ... their bodies? That ladyboy seems to have breasts. Has she had a sex
change then?"

"I don't know. I think some boys do have a sex change to become a ladyboy.
But I think it's very expensive, so most men can't afford it. Maybe they
take hormone treatment to change the look and shape of their bodies. Or
maybe they just wear a bra and pad it out to make it look like proper
breasts.  I don't think they can have a proper womb or get pregnant and
have children. If they've not had any surgery, then they will still have a
penis."

"It's all a bit confusing isn't it? I mean, suppose a guy started dating a
woman and then found out later that she was a ladyboy and looked just like
another man?"

"Well, Thailand is very open about homosexuality, and there are supposed to
be some very popular gay areas in Bangkok and some of the other cities. I
think some men are quite attracted to ladyboys. Maybe they like something a
little different."

"Hmmm, well it's all very different from back home in York." We chatted on
some more as we finished our meal and took a taxi back to our house.

Today has been pretty unexpected with new experiences: the Thai cinema;
having a woman give me a massage, and wondering if I was going to get
excited when she touched me; and discovering about ladyboys – boys who want
to dress up and look like girls in public.



When we got home, I went up to me room. I wanted to check some of this
stuff out on the internet to see if I could find out any more. There were
lots of pictures of ladyboys. It turns out that most of them are still boys
physically – they still have cocks and balls, and I guess they can still
cum. But some have converted to being women by having surgery to change
their bodies. I must look out for some more and see if I can notice if
they've done anything to their bodies.

I also logged into GayRomeo to see whether there were any interesting guys
to look at or talk with for my evening fun. There were a couple of messages
waiting from Thai guys who liked my profile. It felt great to have so many
people interested in me – even if I wasn't entirely truthful in my profile.

I saw Panit was online. He and I had chatted once or twice before. He lived
somewhere just outside Bangkok and seemed a bit lonely. He'd already told
me he was younger than 18 but he wanted to chat with other gay guys to give
him more confidence.

Me: Hi Panit. How are you tonight?

Panit: Hi Toby. I am good. Do you want to chat?

Me: Yes, sure. My dad and I just got home. We've been out today.

Panit: Where u go?

Me: We went to see a film at the cinema. It was horror movie. The special
effects were good. Then dad wanted to try a Thai massage.

Panit: Did you try?

Me: Yes. I was a bit worried at first about what might happen and what it
would be like.

Panit: Did you have a woman or a man?

Me: You mean the masseur? It was a woman. She was much stronger than she
looked. My muscles still ache.

Panit: Did they have any men giving massage?

Me: No, I didn't see any – just women. Do they have men who do it?

Panit: Yes. If you go to the gay areas, there are massage shops with just
men.

Me: Have you ever been Panit?

Panit: No. But there is a guy lives near here and he goes. I want to try it.

Me: Sounds cool. But I'm scared I might get hard and embarrassed.

Panit: I think that's why this guy goes. If he's gay and the masseur is
gay, then it doesn't matter so much. I read that sometimes the masseur will
help you cum at the end.

Me: Really? So the masseur touches you? On your cock?

Panit: Yes, that's what I heard. They're not supposed to. It's against the
rules. But some of the masseurs like playing. And then you have to pay them
some extra money.

Me: How much?

Panit: I don't know. Maybe just a tip – what you can afford – perhaps 100
baht or something.

Me: Wow.

[I'd been scared of the woman touching me this afternoon in the massage
shop and giving me an erection. But if it had been a man and he'd been
doing it on purpose ... that was different. It made me harder in my pants
just to imagine it.]

Me: That sounds exciting. Do you like that too?

Panit: Yes. I want someone to do that to me.

Me: Me too. It's making me hard.

Panit: LOL. Same me.

Me: I'm in my bedroom. Just wearing my pants.

Panit: I have to be careful. My little brother is asleep in the bedroom.

Me: How big are you Panit when you're hard?

Panit: About 4.5 inches. You?

Me: I'm bigger. And I'm cut, so makes my head big.

Panit: Wish I could see it.

Me: Do you want a photo?

Panit: YES. Do you mean it?

Me: OK, yes. Wait a minute.

[I'd never done this before. I'd photographed myself naked in the mirror. I
wanted to see what my cock might look like to someone else. But I'd never
sent a photograph to anyone else. I stood up and took off the rest of my
clothes. I was very excited and my cock was pushing right out. I took three
close-up photos with my phone from the front and the side. I checked them
out. You couldn't see my face or anything. They looked pretty horny. I sent
two of them to Panit.]

Me: Just sent pics to you.

Panit: Great ... let me see ...

Panit: Wow. Is that really you Toby. Or did you send me some porn pics from
the internet?

Me: No, that's really me.  [Pause]

Panit: I just had to go into the bathroom. Scared my brother would wake up
and see me like this. You have a big cock for a teenager. And nice balls.
And you have much more hair than me. You make me want to cum.

Me: Mmmm. Are you playing with yourself in the bathroom?

Panit: ... Yes.

Me: Me too.

Panit: Could I lick on your cock?

Me: Oh yes please. Can I do the same to you?

Panit: Yes.

[It was quiet for a few moments then. I think we were both wanking.]

Panit: Toby, I'm going to cum – looking at your photo.

Me: Me too. Imagining you licking my hard cock here.

Panit: I just cum in the toilet. I must clean up now.

Me: Ok Panit. That was great. I'm going to shoot a big load.

Panit: Bye. Hope we talk again soon.

Me: Hope so. Bye.

I could hold off for only another minute or two, and then I came lying on
my bed, covering my belly with sticky white cum, thinking of Panit wanking
as he enjoyed my photos.

This has been a pretty good day. I've discovered three interesting things
today:-

(1)
Ladyboys – boys who really want to look like, or be, a girl – definitely
not for me. I LOVE being a boy.

(2)
Thai massages could be fun if done by a man. Think I need to go and check
this out soon.

(3)
It's possible to have great wank fun chatting online with a buddy like
Panit. Want to do more of this.


........................ To be continued soon in Chapter 4 .................

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