Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2015 05:45:47 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 4

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 one telling the story of
Boy and Tom that you can also follow at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-series/. I hope you enjoy
this twist!

............ the ending of Toby's journal in Chapter 3 ................

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.


CHAPTER 4

Over the next few days at school, my friendship with Stewart and Chakri
seemed to grow. We shared quite a few classes and we began to spend time
together during the breaks and lunchtime. Chakri of course speaks Thai
naturally; Stewart speaks English and has picked up quite a bit of Thai.
They both help me with new words in Thai and they are always having to
correct my grammar and pronunciation.

During one afternoon none of us had any formal lessons and we were meant to
be studying and writing assignments in the library, but we'd got bored with
that and started chatting as friends.

"Hey Stewart, did I see you meeting with that girl from Class 3B?" asked
Chakri.

"Um, maybe. When was that?" replied Stewart somewhat evasively.

"Yesterday, just before school finished for the day."

"Yeah. She lives quite near me. I asked if she wanted to meet up this
weekend."

"Oh, you fancy here then, eh Stewart?" I added.

"Err, not sure," said Stewart, "She's nice – but maybe too clever for me."

"I don't think so," Chakri commented, "You're the geeky one here."

"Yeah well maybe she wants someone with looks, not brains."

"So do you want to get to know her as a girlfriend?" asked Chakri.

"Dunno. I think it's about time I had a proper girlfriend. Lots of other
boys our age do. Just someone to hang out with and maybe go into town with."

"Oh, I wish I had a boyfriend!" exclaimed Chakri, "So many good-looking
boys and I can't manage to get one!"

I looked at him, pretty shocked and surprised. He must have noticed me
staring.

"What you looking at Toby? Did you think I liked girls? Ha! No thanks, not
for me!"

"How do you know?" I asked, "I mean, how can you be sure? Have you been
with a girl before?"  I paused a moment, and then added, "Or with another
boy?"

"He's always looking around at the boys, Toby," chimed in Stewart, "Have
you not noticed?"

"Er, no ... I didn't know ... I mean ... why should I know ... it's just that I
assumed ... but ... are you sure?"

"Course I'm sure," Chakri said quickly, "I've known for ages – since I was
about 8 or 9. I've always found boys much more interesting. And my mum's
fine about it. Why? Do you think it's wrong or something? You think I'm
going to come onto you and get in your pants, huh?" he added more
aggressively.

"No, no. It's just that I didn't realise that ... about you," I stuttered.
The thought of Chakri liking boys was a revelation. Suddenly I knew someone
– another boy in my class who was like me. And he seemed so open about it.
And the sudden image of him `getting in my pants' was unexpectedly
thrilling.  "I'm cool about it, Chakri, really. It's just that back home in
England, the kids in my school mostly talked about girls – like Stewart was
saying."

"Well here there are lots of gay kids. I mean, I could name maybe ten or
fifteen straightaway in our school – and there must be a lot more. It's no
big deal."

"Yeah, I'm learning that sex here is much more open and varied than back in
the UK." I started to tell them about my experiences at the weekend – going
to the massage shop and worried that I might get an erection; learning
about ladyboys and how some men preferred them. I didn't say anything about
my cruising around on GayRomeo and porn sites though.

"Yeah, good Toby," said Chakri, "You need to keep your mind open here. We
don't want any prejudices."

"Right," I added.

"Anyway, what about you Toby," asked Stewart, "You've not said anything
about having a girlfriend in England, or looking at girls here in Bangkok –
or about boys either. Which do you prefer?"

Well, I hadn't expected that, and didn't have a ready answer. "Er, well,
I'm not too sure just yet. You know I can watch some porn in my bedroom and
see the men with the women. Maybe I'm still trying to work it out for
myself."  Even though I was absolutely sure who and what I really
fantasised about, and who I was chatting to on websites, I really didn't
feel I could tell anyone else yet. It felt too risky. What would they do?
Who would they tell? What would happen to me?


Next day, and I have another one-to-one session with Charlie, my mentor
assigned to help me get used to the new school and the new country. He asks
me how it's going. We talk together a bit about what I've been doing, both
at home and at school. I tell him a little about my family, how mum left
us, and how dad has been bringing me up for quite a few years now. I tell
him how different it is to be attending a day school again, and about my
life with dad in our big home here in Bangkok.

As before, our one-to-one conversation is happening just after school has
finished for the day. We're meeting in Charlie's little office. He's
already changed out of his teaching clothes and into some shorts and a
tee-shirt. I think he cycles to and from school each day. I can't help but
look at his legs. They look quite strong and muscled – maybe from lots of
cycling. I look at his thighs as they disappear into the tight-fitting
shorts. My eyes rise slightly to take in the very definite bulge of his
crotch. My mind wanders as I imagine what might be hiding in there.

Charlie notices me staring at him and how I've become distracted. He asks
if I'm ok. At the same time he moves his legs and makes an adjustment to
his crotch with one hand. I try to bring my attention back to what he's
been saying. I realised that I was feeling quite attracted to this guy.
He's definitely a fit young man of the sort that I like looking at.

He asks me about my social life in Bangkok and whether I've made any
friends here yet. I tell him about Chakri and Stewart in my year group and
how we seem to be getting on well. He says he's noticed me going around
with them, and that they're good boys to make friends with.  Then he asks
what I do with my spare time. I talk with him a bit about exploring the
neighbourhood around where we live, and how I enjoy chatting with friends
on social media and using the internet – without being too specific. He
asks whether I have any hobbies, or whether I play any sports.

I tell him about the sports I used to play at my last school in York –
about being a member of the football team, about swimming, and using the
gym.

"So are you playing any sports here in Bangkok?" he asks.

"Not yet. It doesn't seem to be so easy here. I don't see any sports
pitches around the city."

"Sometimes the schools do have football pitches but they tend to be more
dirt pitches than grass ones. And as you've seen, we don't have much in the
way of changing facilities in our schools here."

"Yeah, I noticed. Only bathrooms really," I replied.

"But this International School does have a corporate membership for one of
the private sports centres. It's about two kilometres away."

"What do they have there?" I asked.

"They're pretty well equipped. There are indoor squash courts and outdoor
tennis courts. There's a pretty good gym with rowing, running and fitness
machines. And they have several courts for five-a-side football,
basketball, netball, and other games. I think they might also have a
driving range for golf."

"That sounds good. Maybe I'll ask dad to check out whether we might join."

"It's used by a lot of ex-pats here, and also quite a few of the families
of students here at the school use it," said Charlie. "How would it be if I
took you to the sports centre and introduced you later this week? I can use
the school's corporate membership to take prospective new members. We do
this with quite a few students who are new to the city. Would you like me
to arrange that?"

"Yeah, that would be great," I said enthusiastically. "Would we be able to
play something there?" I imagined playing a game of something with Charlie.

"I don't see why not. It gets very busy in the evenings and at weekends,
but in the afternoon, after your schooling finishes, it's not normally too
bad. What sort of sport would you like?"

"Er, how about tennis? I used to be quite good last summer. Do you know how
to play tennis Charlie?"

"Yes, sure do."

"Would it be possible to fix up a foursome? Like a doubles game? I mean,
could we also take my friends Stewart and Chakri with us – just this once?
I'm sure they'd like to see the place too. I don't think they're members
already – they've never mentioned it anyway. It would be fun to play some
sport all together and help me firm up our friendship."

Charlie smiled. "I don't see why not. Why don't you ask them. And I'll
phone the sports centre tomorrow and see if I can book a court for
Thursday. You'll need to bring some kit to school – they prefer their
members to wear whites or something light-coloured. And you'll need some
trainers. I think they have racquets and balls that we can borrow, unless
you have your own."

"Great. I'll call them. Thursday, after school. Can't wait. Thanks a lot
Charlie."


That night I called Chakri to tell him. I also wanted to sound him out more
about me; I felt that if he was to be my friend, I should be more honest
with him.

"Hi Chakri, it's Toby."

"Hi. Have you finished your homework yet?"

"Yes, nearly. What about you? Is this a good time to chat?"

"It's OK. Not much left to do. Be good to take a break anyway."

"I had another session with Charlie today when school finished."

"How was that? He seems like a nice guy. He's half New Zealand isn't he?"

"Yeah. His mum is Thai. I think he wants to go abroad to study, so this job
at the school is to give him more experience, and some money to study.
Anyway, he was asking me about sports today."

"He wants to learn about sport from you?"

"No, stupid! He wanted to know what sports I liked. He suggested that I
might like going to the private sports centre that the school has some
connection with. Do you know about that?"

"I think it's the one not too far away. Some kids use it. I've been once,
but we're not members. From what I remember the facilities are pretty good."

"Charlie was saying that he could take me, show me around, and introduce me
if dad and I were interested in joining. And maybe he and I could play a
game together."

"Do you want to do that with him?" asked Charlie.

"Yeah, seems like a good idea. He asked what sport I'd like to play if he
booked a session using the school's membership account. So I said tennis. I
used to be quite good – and it seems like he knows how to play. Anyway, the
thing is, I asked if we could go together – as a group like – him and me,
with you and Stewart. What do you think? Are you interested?"

"You mean, all four of us playing tennis?"

"Yes, on Thursday, after school. Are you up for that? They provide the
racquets if you don't have one."

"Um, yeah, that sounds good. Thanks."

"You'd be doing me a favour too. I'm not sure about spending all that time
just with Charlie."  Although he was good-looking, I'm not sure how my
confidence in his company would stand up.  "I think it would be more fun if
you were there as well, and with Stewart of course."

"Yeah, maybe we could have a laugh together."

"And Chakri – there's something else ..."

"What?"

I was silent for a few moments. "What?" he repeated, "What else are you
fixing Toby?"

"Well – you know what we were talking about today – after lunch?"

"About Stewart's new girlfriend you mean?"

"Yeah, and more – when you were talking about yourself."

"About me being gay, you mean. Are you all bothered about what might happen
if we play tennis together?"

"No, no – I want to play tennis with you Chakri. Really.  It's just ... well
... I thought you should know ... oh, shit ... I've never said this to anyone
else before ..."

"What? .. come on."

"Well, I think I might be like you. I mean, I think about other guys quite
a bit too. When you said it this afternoon I was a bit shocked. I wasn't
expecting it. I wasn't ready to say anything. But I've been thinking about
it ever since. I like being friends with you and it didn't seem right that
you should tell me this about you, and not know something about me."

"You're gay, then, right?"

"I don't know. I just know that I think about guys. And I look at them in
the street and places. And on the internet sometimes. I'm not looking at
girls. Are you doing that too?"

"All the time! I love looking at other boys."

"Me too."

"Wow. It would be great to have a proper gay friend of my own age. We could
talk about it together. That would be cool. Great! I'm glad you told me. I
wondered why you gave me that weird look at lunchtime. So am I the only
person who knows?"

"Yes. And can you keep it that way for the moment? I don't want everyone
knowing. Not till I'm certain and ready. Not even Stewart or anyone else at
school."

"OK, I'll keep quiet. But I want you to tell me all about any guys you
fancy."

I laughed. If only he knew. There were so many guys I keep looking at. So
many men to fantasize about. So many men that I keep checking out, wanting
to know what they've got, and what it would be like to play with them. I
realise I'm sounding kind of desperate, but that's how I'm feeling just
now. Since arriving here in Thailand, I've had no-one to play with and I'm
really missing it.


Charlie kept his promise and on Thursday, he and I, together with Chakri
and Stewart, took a taxi from school to the sports centre. It was quite a
big and impressive place. Someone had spent some money on it. There were
clean tiles everywhere, plenty of pot plants, big modern pictures on the
wall, and lots of facilities. After signing us in, Charlie showed us
around. There were some glass-backed courts for squash, a big fitness
suite, an aerobics and gym area, and outside, several tennis courts,
artificial pitch courts, and a golf driving range.

We'd arrived in plenty of time before our booked court, so we were able to
wander around. Of course, my eyes kept being drawn to all the guys in their
fitness kit, some white and some asian.

With ten minutes to spare, Charlie took us to the changing rooms. We each
were given a locker key. I looked around to scope out the place. Stewart
took himself off to one of the cubicles around the side and pulled the
curtain across before changing. I wanted to stay in the public area so I
could check out any other guys who were around. I put my kitbag down on one
of the benches in the middle of the room. Charlie and Chakri had also come
into the public changing area. We students were still in our school
clothes; Charlie had changed into his usual trackies before leaving the
school. I removed my trousers and kept my eye on Charlie as unobtrusively
as possible. He removed his shirt to reveal a really nice man's chest with
some fine muscles. As he dropped the shirt onto his bag, he turned to face
the wall. I sat on my bench and watched him drop his trackie bottoms until
he was standing in just a pair of hipster briefs. He had gorgeous thighs
and his butt was beautifully rounded. He was as good as anything I'd seen
online. As he lifted a leg to step into his tennis shorts, I could glimpse
the briefs-covered sack of his balls hanging between his legs. I wish I
could have taken a picture of him on my phone. I would have wanked over
that for many nights. Instead I had to try and store the memory.

I slipped off my own trousers and pulled on my shorts and vest. I looked
across at Chakri. As he changed, he looked across at me. Standing there in
his pants, he made a gesture towards me with his hips, and laughed.
Obviously, I checked him out too. He looked pretty good too in his pants –
not as big as me (but then, few boys are!) – and his skin was smooth,
hairless brown all over, with two button nipples on his chest. Shortly
afterwards, Stewart reappeared from his cubicle, and we all closed up our
lockers and went out to find the courts.

We knocked about for several minutes trying to sus out everyone's skill
level at the game. Charlie was the best and better than me. Chakri knew the
basics, and Stewart was less well coordinated. We agreed that Chakri and I
should play as a pair, against Stewart and Charlie. We won the first set
quite easily as Charlie had to do quite a lot of coaching of Stewart.

Each time their side went to retrieve the ball from the back of the court,
I found myself watching the game on the next court to ours. There were a
pair of guys playing, but I couldn't work out the relationship. On our side
of the net was a good-looking farang guy who clearly knew how to play. He
seemed quite strong and athletic; he could move easily around the court and
he had muscles in all the right places. On the other side of the next was a
much younger Asian guy. I guess he was around my age, or a bit older (it's
difficult to tell as some of the Asian boys look much younger than they
really are). I don't think he'd played much tennis before. The older guy
was teaching him how to play. They were knocking the ball across and back,
trying to keep it in play. When they had to serve, the younger guy clearly
didn't have much experience or accuracy, but they kept playing without
taking too much notice of whether the ball was served into the right box on
the court. They were laughing quite a lot and not taking it too seriously.
They obviously knew each other quite well but I couldn't work out what the
connection was between them.

On our court, we played another two sets of tennis. Charlie and Stewart
managed to win the second set. Then Charlie and I got into our stride and
we hammered them in the third set.

"Do you guys want to take a break?" asked Charlie, "or shall we keep
playing for a bit longer. We've got the court for another fifteen minutes
yet."

"I think I need some more practice," said Stewart.

"I need to get some water," I said and maybe sit down for a minute. "Maybe
I'll just nip into the changing rooms for a little bit, out of the sun," I
continued. Actually, what I really wanted was the have a look around in the
changing rooms. I'd noticed that the couple of guys on the next court had
finished their game a few minutes earlier and they'd gone in to get
changed. I wanted to see more of the white guy if I could.

"I think I'll get a drink too," said Chakri, "I'll go in with Toby. If we
don't come back out soon, how about we all meet up in the café area when
you guys have finished with the court?"

"OK, boys," answered Charlie, "We'll be in before too long."

Chakri and I walked back through the centre to the changing rooms. I
glanced through the glass walls of the fitness room to look at some of the
guys inside. Chakri noticed me looking and elbowed me in the side as he
laughed. "Good view, eh?" he said. I laughed in comradely fun. It felt good
to enjoy this bit of banter about men together.

The changing room itself was empty with no sign of the other two tennis
players. I looked around and there were two piles of clothes on the
benches. There was a noise from the far end of the room, and I guessed
they'd gone for showers.

I took some water from the water-fountain and looked at Chakri. "I think
I'm done, Chakri, running around in all that heat. Maybe I'll just take a
shower and get changed."

"OK, fine by me," he said, "I'll get showered as well."

I opened my locker and pulled out my bag. I'd packed a pair of Speedos just
in case there were some good showers. Chakri looked at me questioningly. I
smiled back and pointed to the showers. "I don't have any," he said. I
smiled back at him.

I quickly pulled off my tennis shorts and then my briefs. Chakri was
watching me, open-mouthed, but I was too eager to get into the shower area
to bother too much. I stepped in and pulled the Speedos up, tying off the
drawcord. Then I pulled off my shirt, snatched up a towel, and walked
quickly towards the showers.

The shower area was large and spacious. The whole area was tiled with some
tiled seats at one end. On one side was a row of water jets spaced out at
intervals of a metre or so. A couple at the end were clearly marked as
`Cold'. On the other side facing the open shower area were half-a-dozen
shower stalls, each separated by a thin wall and with a hanging shower
curtain that could be pulled across for more privacy. There were only two
guys in the showers – the white man and the asian boy who had been playing
on the next court to us. And they were both standing under the jets in the
centre of the public shower area.

I walked in, hung up my towel on a hook, and walked into one of the shower
cubicles. I didn't bother closing the curtain. As soon as I walked in, I'd
noticed the older guy was wearing some swimming trunks, but the asian boy
was entirely naked. I stood under my shower head facing towards the back
wall of the cubicle and let the water fall over me. I kept the water hot so
that some steam would build up. I used the soap dispenser to lather myself
all over. After a minute or two, I heard Chakri come in to the shower room
and go into the shower stall next to mine. I reckoned we would both have a
great direct view of the other two guys. I gradually turned around to check
out what was happening.

The two guys were still showering. They stood pretty close together. I had
no idea of the relationship between them. I was even more confused by the
fact that the older guy seemed to be shampooing the hair and head of the
asian boy, covering him with gel and rubbing it in. This boy was pretty
cute, standing there in the buff. I reckoned he was a little smaller than
me, but probably slightly older. He was slim, with no excess body fat. He
was clearly past puberty and a proper male. His chest, arm and thigh
muscles were all developing nicely. I looked at his gorgeous rounded, brown
ass. As he moved around, I caught sight of his cock hanging before him over
a pair of good-sized balls. His cock was a good size, but noticeably less
than mine. I knew from my web researches that Thai boys tended to be
somewhat slimmer and smaller. But what was completely unexpected was that
he was entirely hairless. I could see no pubic hair at all. At his age, he
must have hair. I could see hair under his arms. So either there was
something physically wrong with him, or else he'd cut or shaved his hair
off. I stared at him. There was something very exciting about that naked
cock, revealed in all its glory. I felt a stirring in my own trunks. I
turned away quickly and gave myself a blast of cold water.

"Can I borrow some of your shower gel please Toby?" I heard from just
behind me, "Mine's empty."

I turned back and there was Chakri standing at the entrance to my shower
stall. Without any swimwear of his own, he too had braved it and come into
the showers naked. I looked at him and my eyes dropped down his body. I'd
only ever seen him clothed at school. Now I saw a typical naked, teenage
boy sporting what all boys have. His brown body was hairless down to his
pubes where a little thatch of black hair grew above his nicely hanging
cock. I could see he was uncut, but his foreskin was already pulled back,
probably so he could clean himself. I could reach out and touch him if I
wanted (which I did want!). I moved aside so he could reach in and grab
some gel from the dispenser. His body briefly touched mine. His cock was
hanging inches from mine.

Chakri retreated to his own stall, and I soaped myself again before turning
slowly around to look at the older guy. He'd finished shampooing the
younger guy and they were standing closely together under the jets. They
could easily touch each other very intimately if they wanted. It was almost
as if this were a display for me – or for Chakri, or both of us. The white
man looked pretty good to me. He had a significant bulge at the crotch of
his swimming trunks with a thickish cock lying to the left and his big
balls nicely outlined below. He turned his back and I could watch the water
cascading down his back and over his firm, muscled bum. I was in heaven
just looking at him. I wanted to jerk off watching him. I put some gel on
my hand and pushed it inside my Speedos to soap and clean my cock. Then I
noticed the naked asian boy was watching me across the shower room as I
looked at the other man. He looked at me with my hand inside the Speedos.
The boy touched the man on his ass and said something to him that I
couldn't hear. The man slowly turned around and looked across at me. The
asian boy smiled and gave me a little wave of his hand. Shit. I was going
to get very horny very quickly. I turned around and swiftly turned the tap
to `cold' again. When I turned back around again, they had gone back to the
changing room.

Chakri appeared again at my cubicle

"Did you see those guys across there?" he asked.

"Yes."

"That boy was gorgeous. Didn't you think he looked really cute? And he just
stood there naked. I thought I was going to get embarrassed just being so
close."

I looked down. Chakri had his hand in front of his genitals. I reckoned he
was already slightly aroused. "You're lucky," he continued, "You had those
Speedos to cover yourself. I could have got a boner on me."

"Did you?" I asked.

"Not much thankfully," and he moved his hand away to show me his cock.
"What about you?"

I pushed down the front of my Speedos, and my slightly thickened cock fell
out.

Chakri stared at it. "My God, Toby, you're big – a lot bigger than me – and
so much hair on you." I let him look at me a little longer. "That's quite a
weapon you've got there!"

"Yeah, I like it too!" I laughed, stuffing myself back into my Speedos
before I started to get any harder. "I couldn't work out the connection
between those two – like why they were together."

"Maybe he's a `money-boy'," replied Chakri.

"What's a money-boy?" I asked.

"There's lots of them around Bangkok. Younger men and boys who earn money
by sleeping with men – mostly farang men. You see them hanging around on
the street in some of the popular gay areas like Silom. And they're in some
of the sex clubs and gay bars too. Many of them are not really gay – but
this is a way for them to earn some money. Maybe the older man was paying
the Thai boy for sex."

"Hmmm," I thought, "But they seemed quite friendly and close – like they
knew each other quite well."

"Maybe. I don't suppose we'll ever know. Shame, really, he was so cute."

"Come on, we better get out of here and changed before someone finds us
comparing men and dicks."

Chakri turned away to the dressing room and I walked a step or two behind
him to get an eyeful of his beautifully rounded smooth boy's ass. As we
approached our lockers, the other two guys were just zipping up their bags
across the room and getting ready to leave. As the Thai boy lifted his bag,
he looked across at us quite deliberately, gave us a big smile and said
"Sabai dee mark" [Go very well, you guys].  I gave him a nod, but Chakri
smiled back and repeated the greeting as they left.

We chatted together as we changed back into our school clothes. Whatever
tension there might have been between us about our shared sexuality seemed
to have been dispersed by the shared experience of looking at these two
guys in the shower room. There were a couple of tee-shirts left hanging in
the changing room but they didn't belong to us. We packed our kitbags and
left the changing area to wait for Charlie and Stewart in the café, as
arranged. We bought a couple of cold drinks and wandered out onto the
terrace to look across to the tennis courts but they were no longer
playing; they must have just returned to get changed.

I noticed the two guys we'd been watching in the showers sitting at another
table. The Thai boy looked up, saw us and smiled. We walked past their
table.

"There are a couple of shirts still hanging in the changing room," I said,
stopping briefly, "I wondered if they might be yours?"

"Oh ... I don't think so. I think we've got everything," replied the man, in
English, to me, "But thanks anyway."

We were just about to walk on and find our own table when the Asian boy
asked: "Do you boys play a lot of sport then?"

"A bit," said Chakri, "But our school doesn't have facilities like this."

"Oh, you go to the International School," he said, "I can see from the
badge on your shirts."

"Yes, that's right," I replied, "But I like playing different sports
whenever I can."

"Yes, that's good. Me too, but now I'm working it's not so easy," the
younger one answered. "My name's Boy, by the way."

"Hello. I'm Chakri," jumped in my new friend, "And this is my friend Toby.
He's from England really. We're in the same class at the school. We've come
here today with our teacher."

The two guys gave each other a quick look when Chakri said `teacher', but I
couldn't work out what that meant.

"Do you come here often?" asked the older man.

"This is my first time," I replied, looking directly to him. "My dad and I
only came out to Thailand a few weeks ago. I'm still finding my way around."

"So, do you like what you see?" asked the younger one, with a weird kind of
smirk.

"What do you mean?" I asked, uncertain of what he was referring to.

He smiled again and looked down briefly at himself. I remembered the sight
of the older man in his trunks, and Boy's naked body with his exposed cock
and his butt in the showers, and how I had started to get excited then.

"Do you like it here? In Bangkok ... your school friends ... the sports centre
... the people you meet ...?" Boy expanded his question.

"Yeah, well .." I started, "... I'm just getting to know people. Everything
is like a first-time for me."

"Not for me," added Chakri, "I've lived here since I was a kid. Bangkok's
pretty good – there's always something to do in the city, not like out in
the country. School's OK really. But it's more classroom work than sports
at the International School. I like the facilities here – they're top
class. I might ask my dad if we can join and become members, then I can
come back anytime. I wish it had a pool though; I like swimming a lot."

"It's good here isn't it," Boy responded. He looked to the other man.
"Tom's a member and he brought me today. He's my employer. I work for him
at his condo. I think we're going to try and come more often, maybe try out
some different sports. I'm just new to tennis today. But there is a good
pool back at the condo building where we can swim anytime."

"Sounds nice," I said.

"Do you guys want to join us sometime, and play some sports? Or maybe go
for a swim?" Boy turned to Tom enquiringly. "How would that be, Tom? Could
you bring in more guests on your membership here? Would that be OK?"

"Sure," said Tom, "If you boys would like to."

I looked at Chakri and we both nodded.

"Great," said Boy, "How about if we swap mobile numbers?" and he pulled a
phone out of his pocket. "What's your number Toby?"

I told him, and he entered the digits into his handset. A few moments later
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to store the number
as Boy cancelled the call.

"Can you pass the number on to your friend Chakri as well, then we've got
each others?" added Boy.

"Yes, that would be great. Can you do that please Toby?" Chakri enthused,
looking at us both.

"Sure thing mate." I looked up and saw Charlie and Stewart at the door. "We
better go. The rest of our group are ready now. It's been very good to meet
you guys. Let's talk more and fix something up."

"It's been fun to see you both and get introduced. Hope I see more of you
soon." Boy laughed as he said this, and looked across at Tom. I realised
that what he'd said could be interpreted in different ways and I wasn't
sure if this was deliberate, or just a result of his experience of speaking
in English.

"Me too," I said, "Bye for now."

We walked back across the café to join Charlie and Stewart. Chakri nudged
me: "If you don't give me Boy's phone number I'm going to kill you! I
definitely want to play some sports with him!"  I laughed. And I also
wanted to see whatever "more" was on offer of Tom and Boy.

........................ to be continued soon in Chapter 5 .................

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