Date: Tue, 6 Oct 2015 10:19:25 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 5

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 4 ...................

"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.



CHAPTER 5

School finished for the week early on Friday afternoon. I'd been chatting
more with Chakri, now that we both knew we were similarly attracted to
guys. And I'd been chatting a lot more online with Panit and other guys,
even though at my age I shouldn't have been on the adult website. I kept
thinking of the time Chakri and I were at the sports centre and watching
Boy and Tom in the showers. That had been exciting, and replaying the scene
in my head kept making me horny. I'd not had any `proper' physical contact
with another boy since I left England and I was getting pretty desperate.
Jacking off on my own in the mirror, or the shower, was good. Some of the
porn I could watch was exciting. But I really need some kind of real
physical touch.

I thought about asking Chakri round and seeing if he wanted to play with
me. He was becoming a good friend, but I still wasn't feeling very sure if
he wanted to do stuff with me. As I made my way home from school, I
considered finding out more about the massage shops that Panit had talked
to me about. In my bedroom, I tried googling `gay massage shop in Bangkok'.
I found a few gay guides that talked about massage services for men. Some
seemed to be proper spas with lots of treatments on offer. Others seemed to
be more like walk-in shops, similar to the one that dad and I had been to
before – but with mostly young men doing the massage. Most of the photos of
the masseurs that I could see online looked really cute.

OK, I needed to take a risk and try this out. Dad was working late today
and wouldn't be home until maybe 10pm. That gave me around six hours to go
exploring. I checked on the map to find out how to get to Silom. It didn't
seem too difficult: a Skytrain ride with one change.

I had a long shower; if someone was going to be touching me, I better be
clean! Then I chose some good, long trousers, a neat-looking shirt, and my
trainers. I picked up my wallet so that I would have some money for the
Skytrain and some food. I wondered whether to take my phone as it might get
stolen, but decided I probably did need it in case I got into trouble.
Half-an-hour later, I was ready to go out.

I reached the Silom area without too much trouble. There was an overhead
walkway from the station exit from which I could look down into the busy
street below. This was a good way to check out what was happening. Friday
evening and everywhere seemed really busy. It wasn't difficult to spot
half-a-dozen different massage shops. Some had lots of girls sitting
outside and a few had mostly boys outside. I guessed they were waiting for
customers. From my look-out position I could get a good look at the boys,
and watch to see how it worked. Sometimes the boys would give out leaflets
to passers-by. Other times, a customer would walk into the shop, followed
by one of the boys. I couldn't see what happened inside.

I worked out which shop to try, and went down the stairs to the
street-level. With my heart pounding, I walked towards the massage shop,
trying not to look too hard at the boys sitting outside. I hesitated
outside and several of the boys looked up towards me. If I was going to do
this, I needed to just do it. I turned and walked quickly into the shop. I
walked past several customers having foot massages and stood in front of
the counter. A much older man was sitting there looking at his computer
screen. He looked up at me.

"I'd like a Thai massage, please."

"How old are you?" he asked in a thick voice.

I wasn't expecting this. "Err ... eighteen," I lied.

"No you're not. Come back when you're a man then. We don't do kids in here."

I could feel myself flushing red. I turned quickly and almost ran out of
the shop, the boys looking on as I left. I walked quickly away down the
crowded street hoping that no-one would notice me.

Shit! That felt horrible. Really shitty. I wondered what to do. Maybe there
was an age limit. Maybe I did look too young. Maybe everywhere would be the
same. But that hadn't happened when I had a Thai massage with dad. So some
places must do it. OK, I'll try one more place, I thought.

I walked up and down the street on both sides, carefully checking the
different massage shops. Eventually I picked on one that was just off the
main street, down a little side lane. It didn't seem so busy; and there
were four good-looking boys sitting outside in their masseur tunics. I
turned to walk in, followed by one of the boys from the doorway. He looked
nice. I walked up to the desk and tried to speak in a deeper voice.

"Hello, I'd like to have a proper Thai massage. My friends says you do good
ones here."

"Yeah, we do, but I'm not sure you're old enough.  We don't want any
trouble with the police here."

"Yes, I'm old enough."

"Show me your passport then," said the man.

"Ugh. I don't have it with me" I replied.

"Then come back when you do," he shot back at me.

Another failure! I turned to leave without saying any more. I didn't know
how to protest. As I walked out of the shop, the masseur who had followed
me in, stopped me just out of sight of the manager at his desk.

"You looking for good massage?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"How about from me?"

I looked at him. He was probably about three years older than me, my
height, dark hair with the first signs of hair on his chin, a nice smile
and eyes that looked straight at me. "Yeah, but that man won't let me in
without my passport."

"Don't worry about him. He's just scared if someone reports him. That never
happens. He doesn't come to the shop until lunchtime. You can come back to
the shop tomorrow and I'll give you a massage if you like. Only 200 baht,
plus a tip for me please." He smiled at that. "You can look for me out
here, and I'll take you in. If I'm not here, please just wait somewhere and
try again."

"Well ... is it safe?" Dumb question really. "I mean, I don't want to get
into trouble."

"No, no, it's quite safe. We have lots of young men here. I give you good
massage. Maybe more if you want. Very safe. Just come before the man gets
to work here."

"OK, I'll try. Maybe see you tomorrow then."

"OK, bye, hope to see you."

And I walked back out of the lane into the main road. I realised I was
feeling hyper after all that had happened and that I needed something to
eat and drink. I walked into one of the shopping malls and found a
fast-food restaurant. As I sat down to eat I reviewed all that had
happened. It had not gone quite to plan. Still, that guy was keen to give
me a massage if I went back in the morning. I'd sleep on it and see how I
felt then.



As I went to bed last night I couldn't help thinking about the masseur. I
remembered his body and the way he looked. I jacked off thinking about him
touching me. When I woke up this morning, I knew I was going back and take
up his offer – if he was still there. Even though I woke up hard, I
resisted the temptation to wank again, just in case anything happened later.

Dad was on call-out duty for his company this weekend, so I was free to do
whatever I wanted. I told him I was going into the city and might meet up
with some school friends. I took the tuk-tuk from our house down to the
main road, and the Skytrain ride again to Silom. It was still only 10.30 so
I knew I had plenty of time before the guy who ran the massage shop showed
up for work at lunchtime. I wandered up and down the elevated walkway from
the station looking at each of the massage shops. They didn't seem very
busy on this Saturday morning. There were quite a few farang tourists about
but it was nothing like as crowded as last night with local Thais. I walked
past the end of the side road where the massage shop was and looked in.
There were a group of four or five boys hanging around outside the shop but
I couldn't see the guy who'd been so friendly to me yesterday. Five minutes
later and I walked back past the lane-end, and this time I picked up the
courage to walk in. I got almost to the shop entrance before I saw him. He
looked up from chatting with the others, saw me, and stood up to meet me.

"Hi. You come back? You want good massage?"

"Er, yes ... if it's ok today."

"Yes, it's very good. I give you very good Thai massage."

"Is the manager here?"

"No. He comes at lunch. Now it is good time for you to come. Come, follow
me."

And with that he walked ahead of me through the shop door and I followed. I
knew the other masseur boys were staring at us as we passed through their
group.

"Leave your shoes here, please. Now come upstairs with me to the massage
room."

I slipped out of my sandals and followed him, past the customers having a
foot massage downstairs, through to the back of the shop and up some
stairs. On the first floor there were several curtained cubicles similar to
those I'd seen before when dad and I had a massage. He led me past these
and up to the next floor. It was quiet up there. There didn't seem to be
anyone else around.

"Here," he said, "I think this is good for you," and he showed me into a
large curtained cubicle at the end of the line away from the stairs and
doorway. There was a large massage mattress on the floor covered in a
sheet. He switched on a dim bulb in the wall, and then stepped out to
switch on the air-con which began to gently buzz in the corridor. He
fetched some cotton `pyjamas' like those I'd worn before. Then he brought a
bowl of warm water and some soap.

"Sit here. I will clean your feet first." I sat on the edge of the mattress
as he lifted first one foot and then the other into the bowl. He scooped
water over them and then started to lather, stroke and cleanse my feet. It
felt soft and gentle. He really took his time over it. I looked down at him
as he knelt on the floor attending to my feet. He looked up and grinned at
me.

"Is nice?" he asked.

"Very nice," I replied.

"Good. I take very good care of you, my friend. My name is Tam. What is
yours?"

"Toby."

"Pleased to meet you Toby. Is this your first Thai massage?"

"No. I had one before. But my first with a man doing the massage."

"I am very experienced. You will enjoy Toby." He smiled at me. "Now your
feet are clean we can do the massage. Please change into the cotton
trousers and shirt. You can move more easily during the massage. I will
come back when you are changed." And with that he left, taking the bowl of
water with him.

I stood up to get changed. This time I was going to get undressed
completely. I stripped off entirely hoping that Tam didn't choose this
moment to walk back in and catch me bollock-naked. I pulled on the baggy
fisherman's cotton trousers, folding them loosely at the waist. I slipped
my arms into the sleeves of the little cotton jacket that didn't really
fasten up. I put my own clothes out of the way in the corner.

A minute or two later, Tam returned. "Ready?" he said before stepping
through the curtains and pulling them tight closed behind him. He too had
changed. He still wore a thin tee-shirt with his massage jacket over the
top. But gone were his faded blue jeans and in their place he wore a pair
of nylon football shorts. "Please lie on your back on the mattress, Toby"
he said, as he slipped the massage jacket off and put it to one side. "Now
we can begin."

He started with my feet, pressing them with his thumbs and his palms,
crossing them and uncrossing them. I knew that Thai massage was really like
acupressure, pressing deeply into the muscles with fingers, and then
squeezing with the palms to increase the flow of blood and energy around
the body. He moved to one side and started work on my left leg, pressing up
and down the calf and thigh through the thin cotton, several times. I
enjoyed the sensation as he moved up my leg, wondering how far he would go.
He stopped near the top of the thigh and then worked down again. Then he
leaned across my body to the other leg and bent it at the knee whilst
keeping the whole leg on the floor. This allowed him to start pressing up
and down on the underside of my calf, and continue up on my inner thigh.
Each time he worked up this leg, I felt him travelling a little higher with
his hands. On the third time, his thumbs pressed right at the top of my
inner thigh, just beside my balls. He held this pressure for a moment. Then
as he released, one of his hands brushed across my genitals. I wasn't sure
if it was deliberate or an accident. I didn't say or do anything.

He moved around me to work my legs from the other side, repeating a similar
process – first the near straight leg, then the further bent one. This time
I could sense that he was very deliberately working his thumbs right up my
inner thigh. I knew that Tam was probably watching me to see if there was
any reaction. I could sense my cock slowly expanding. It wouldn't be too
long before it became obvious. As he lent across me, I was aware of his own
bare knees touching my leg, giving me a little thrill of excitement at his
closeness. I thought I might be scared, but I actually felt very safe with
him; I think it was the reassuring feel of his hands working on my body.
Again, on the third massage up my exposed inner thigh, his hands slowed
down and pressed ever-higher. He pressed right in under my balls. My
semi-hard cock was lying across the top of that leg. As his thumbs
released, I felt the fingers of one hand slowly stroke up my balls, and
then stroke along the length of my covered cock.

"Oh, very nice," he said. "Does my massage make you feel good, Toby?"

"Yes ... it does," I replied huskily, opening my eyes to look down at him.

"Don't worry, my friend. Many men get excited in massage. It's quite
natural." And with that, he squeezed my cock with one hand, causing it to
jump and expand further. "I think you will like this."

He straightened both legs and then proceeded to press them both at the same
time working up the front of my thighs as I lay on my back. With one hand
he took hold and  adjusted my cock until it was pointing up my body, then
he pressed deep and hard at the top of my thighs on either side of my cock.
I looked down and could see the whole of my cock outlined on my belly as he
depressed the flesh on either side. He grinned at me.

After this he moved further up my body and started work on my shoulders and
arms, first from one side, then the other. It felt very sensual but no
longer arousing. When he'd finished the front of my body, Tam asked me to
turn over. I lay face down on the mattress and he moved my legs slightly
apart.

Then he started working my legs again from my feet. This time he could feel
and press all the muscles on the back of my calves and thighs. He worked
freely, letting his hands wander up my thighs and onto my bum-cheeks, then
working the inner thighs right up to where my legs joined. It felt really
good. As he worked my upper legs, I got hard again. I had to lift my hips
in order to adjust myself and free my cock beneath me. I was now lying with
my hard cock pushed into the mattress beneath me. Tam spread my legs more
and knelt between them. Then he worked both hands up my inner thighs. When
he reached my balls his fingers went underneath my thighs, pushing me up,
and his hands slipped through beneath to feel and hold my cock. I moaned,
knowing that my bum was pushing up towards him.

"Does it feel nice?" he asked.

"Mmmmm, yes."

He lowered me down and lifted the shirt-jacket a bit. He knelt across me
and pushed the trousers down a couple of inches which must have exposed the
top of my crack. Then he started massaging up and down on either side of my
backbone. This pushed the air out of me. He was pushing really hard. He
worked up my back and then down, finishing on my buttocks each time. I
stayed hard beneath him.

After working my back, he started on my arms. He lifted each arm and laid
it on his thigh as he knelt beside me. Then he would press and massage up
and down each arm as it rested on the smooth skin of his thigh. If I flexed
my fingers, I was just a few inches away from his crotch. In my mind, I was
imagining what he might look like beneath his shorts.

"Are you ready for some body stretches, Toby?" he asked.

"Yes, I think so," I answered.

"OK, I'm going to stretch your back. It's better if you take the jacket off
first. I will help you." And he helped me release the cotton jacked from my
chest and slide it off my arms. As I lay back down on my stomach, he knelt
between my legs again, and then moved his knees onto my buttocks so I was
taking his weight. I could feel my bum being squeezed. I looked back at
him. He was peeling his tee-shirt off to reveal a smooth brown, muscled
chest.

He gripped my arms in his with a wrist-clasp and pulled me up and
backwards, bending my back. Wow, that hurt a bit as it stretched my back.
He did this a couple more times. Then he reversed himself on my body and
raised and stretched each of my legs. Next he knelt between my legs again
and started using both hands to press into my back, beginning with my upper
thighs, then across my bum, and then up my back. As he reached my
shoulders, he was lying almost prone on my back. The first time he did
this, I could feel his weight bearing down on me. The second time, I could
feel something else. There was a definite pressure on my bum from his body.
The third time, I realised that what I was feeling could only be his cock
lining up against my bum crack and pressing down into me.

"Aaarghhhh," I moaned as the air was squeezed out of me.

He slowly lifted himself. "That is very good Toby. Now, can you please turn
over onto your back again and I will do some more."

I turned back, very conscious of my full erection inside the flimsy
trousers. He pushed a cushion under my head and I could look down to see
what was happening. Tam was again kneeling between my spread legs. His
hands squeezing my feet and calves. He watched my face, as he slowly
brought his hands up both legs, squeezing and pressing my thighs. Both
thumbs moved in between my legs and then stroked up either side of my
balls. His hands stroked my cock upwards. He repeated this a couple more
times.

"Is this OK for you, Toby? Do you want me to do it more?"

"Yes," I said softly.

I looked down at him. He was bare-chested and his black nylon football
shorts seemed tented at the front. He was hard too. I so wanted to see him.

He moved to the waist of the trousers and slowly unfolded the knot that
held them up. Then he peeled the thin cotton down to reveal all of me. He
stroked my cock and balls a few times gently with his hands. Then he pushed
my legs up into the air and pulled the cotton trousers off entirely. As he
lowered my legs, he straightened his own until he was sitting on the
mattress between my legs, with my thighs resting over top of his. I was
fully exposed before him, and breathing hard.

Tam stroked my legs and my thighs brushing upwards towards my crotch. Then
his fingers moved in and massaged behind my balls, stroking forward on
either side, until finally stroking up my rigid cock. My cut cockhead was a
huge, deep purple even in the dim light inside the cubicle.

"Oh, you are so big Toby – and you are cut – is that the right word in
English?" said Tam.

"Uh-huh," I managed to respond.

"You are bigger than me even though I am older than you."

I leant forward to see him, reaching out my arms. "I want to see." My hands
grabbed the waist of his black nylon football shorts and pulled them down.
The waistband snagged on Tam's upright cock. He gently pushed me back down
again, then he released himself and slid his shorts as far down his thighs
as he could managed, sitting there with my legs across his thighs. I stared
at his cock. An inch or two shorter than mine; smooth chocolate brown; his
foreskin retracted around his glans; hairless balls hanging between this
thighs; and a patch of curly black hair above the base.

As he stroked and massaged me with one hand, he took hold of his own cock
with the other and pushed it between my legs. His cockhead lay just beneath
my teenage balls.

"Ahh, help me Tam, I need to cum," I groaned.

"Yes, I give you a `happy ending' Toby," he smiled, "You have a beautiful,
strong cock for a young teenager. I like it very much."

His hands moved quickly and lightly, brushing my chest, my thighs, my balls
and may cock. At one point he bent forward and covered my cockhead with his
mouth.

"Oh yes, do that, that's fantastic," I wanted to scream.

"Sshhhhh," he whispered, lifting his head, "Keep quiet please."

He moved his cock, letting it play between my thighs and over my balls. All
the time, he kept gripping and stroking my cock. I could feel the tingling
and the build-up coming. This was everything I wanted. Everything I'd been
missing with another boy since I left home in England. I wanted to much
more of this.

"Uh, uh, uh, ... aahhhh," I tried to keep it quiet, as I shot gobs of
white, sticky jizz from my cock that landed on my chest and my belly. Tam
continued to milk me, more slowly, as I pumped a few more spoonfuls out
that ran over his hand and down my cock. As the tension lessened, Tam eased
off and released my cock.

I lay back on the mattress with my eyes closed. I was aware of Tam easing
backwards from beneath my legs. I heard him pulling his shorts back up and
stuffing his still hard cock back inside.

"Are you cuming?" I asked.

"No, I cannot, at work," he answered, "Sorry."

He passed me the towel he had used earlier to dry my feet. "Here, you can
clean yourself." He stood up and pulled on his tee-shirt and tunic. "Thank
you Toby – you are really very nice boy with very good penis. I will wait
for you downstairs when you are ready."

After he'd gone, I lay there for a few moments, savouring all the feelings
in my body. That felt good. I got up off the mattress, feeling somewhat
unsteady. I found my clothes are started to put them on. As I opened the
cubicle curtains I checked myself in the mirror outside to make sure not
too much was showing. I made my way down to the ground floor. I pulled some
notes out of my pocket. When I saw Tam waiting for me at the bottom of the
stairs, I gave them to him. "Is this enough?"

"Yes, yes, thank you. I hope you enjoy. I hope I see you again soon. You
are very nice," he said very quietly, "I like boy like you very much.
Please come again."

"Thank you," I said. And he showed me to the front of the shop, retrieved
my shoes, and opened the door for me. I walked out past the waiting masseur
boys and down the lane. I turned out of sight on the main road.

Wow, I'd done it. And for the first time in a couple of months, another guy
had played with me. I felt both excited at the possibilities and guilty at
the nature of the pleasure. After I walked a hundred metres or more, I
dived into a shopping mall to both hide myself in the crowd and find
something to eat and drink whilst I recovered from the morning's
experiences.

........................ to be continued soon in Chapter 6 .................

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