Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2015 11:23:53 +0100 From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com> Subject: Toby - Chapter 6 This is an erotic novel about gay relationships between a teenage youth and various other boys and 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! ................ Chapter 5 of Toby's journal ended like this .................. 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. CHAPTER 6 That evening I had to phone Chakri to tell him what I'd done. He knew all about Thai massage as his mother gave health and relaxation massages to all her children when they were younger, and he'd sometimes had a massage at the beach and elsewhere. But he'd never been to a gay massage shop before. He wanted to know all about it, what the masseur had been like, what he'd done, and what I'd done with him. I could hear the excitement in his voice as we talked about it. "You were pretty brave to do that, Toby." "Yeah, well, I wanted to try and see if I could do it. It was Ok once I got in there. It was scary going up to the shop. But once inside the cubicle, it was a lot more relaxing." "Do you think you'll do it again? You could take me with you next time." "Sure. If you want to go," I said. "Mmm, I like the idea of a man massaging me like that. Or ... how about ... if you feel like it ... you know ... we could practice some massage on each other." I thought about that – trying to work out what that would be like. It didn't take me long to see the possibilities. "Yeah, why not," I replied. "Where could we do that?" "Do you want to come across to my place one day, maybe after school? You could have some food here. I'd need to check with my parents and find a good day." "That sounds good, Chakri," I answered. "Let's fix something up on Monday when we're at school." Chakri rang off and I was left thinking about him and imagining what might happen. The thrill of the massage session, and the invitation from Chakri, left me feeling very horny when I went to bed. I found some good porn on the internet that hadn't been blocked. I propped my tablet up on the dressing table and stood in front of the mirror to give myself a long, slow, hot wank until I finally shot off all over the mirror. A couple of days later we met up in school. We chatted together over lunch. Stewart must have been busy elsewhere because he didn't show up to join us as usual. Chakri said that Wednesday was a good day if I was free to go over after school. Their maid would make us some dinner. He said his parents were going out for the evening to some function, and that their house would be pretty empty. He seemed to have worked everything out to give us plenty of time together. I asked how to get to his house, and he said that I could go with him after school finished. It took about 30 minutes on the Skytrain and then a tuk-tuk to get to his house, which was further out of the city. He said I'd probably need some money to get a taxi home if it was late in the evening. We didn't say much more about it. I was thinking about what might happen, and I guess he might have been doing the same. It just seemed like we were both waiting to see what happened at the time. On Wednesday at school I was a bit on edge waiting for the end of lessons and then going home with Chakri. It was the first time I'd been to anyone else's house in Bangkok and I didn't know what to expect. The prospect of something happening with my new friend Chakri also felt good. It would be the first time I'd been close to another boy since I arrived in Bangkok – and really, the first time in a couple of months since I'd left my last school. Both Chakri and I were in the same class together at the end of lessons, so we packed our bags together and made our way out of school. We walked out onto the main road chatting together. It was a ten minute walk to the Skytrain station. The station was pretty crowded as we showed our cards at the barriers and made our way up to the platform. The train was packed with people going home. It was six stops on the line to where Chakri got off. Then we walked to his soi [lane] and took a motorbike taxi along the soi to his parents' house. Being further out of the city than we were living, each house had a larger plot of land with a bigger garden. Chakri's house was more modern than ours. Built over two floors, it had a large balcony running around on two sides, with tall windows and doors leading from each of the rooms onto the balcony. I noticed another small house to one side and Chakri told me this was where their maid lived with her family. There was a large entrance with a couple of cars parked outside. Chakri led me through a side door into the house. There was a breeze blowing through the open windows and it was quite a lot cooler inside. The furniture was more modern than the big wooden furniture that I'd seen in many places. It looked far more comfortable. There were sofas in bright colours, a huge cinema TV on the wall, and plenty of decorations. Chakri introduced me to his mum who spoke some English and she asked about how I was finding life in Thailand. I think his dad was busy with some work somewhere. Chakri took me up to his bedroom. It was much larger than mine. There was a big bed against one wall and two windows overlooking the garden. He had a big closet for all his clothes, and a door led from there to a small bathroom with a shower and toilet. There was a table covered with books and magazines and his laptop. There was a TV on one wall which you could watch from the bed or from the small sofa. We both had some homework to do for school and we agreed to do this first before dinner. We sat down at his table, got out our books, and helped each other do the maths homework; then Chakri helped me with the Thai language homework that I had to do to develop my speaking and reading. His English is a great deal better than my Thai. Afterwards we went downstairs for some dinner cooked by their maid. Because there were just to two of us, we ate in the kitchen, but Chakri showed me round the rest of their large house. The large kitchen led to a pantry, an outdoor cooking area, and a laundry room. Downstairs there were two large living rooms and a separate dining area. He told me they had five bedrooms in the main house with four different bathrooms. I'd never been in such a big house. Chakri had an older sister who was at university and a younger brother who was out with one of his friends. As we finished the tour, his parents were getting ready to leave for their evening function. We said goodbye to them and heard them drive off in one of their cars. "We have the house to ourselves," Chakri said, "At least until my brother comes home, but that's probably another couple of hours. What do you want to do? Shall we go back to my bedroom?" "Yeah, I don't mind. I'm happy to do anything." Though I was very interested to see what might develop – and I certainly had some idea about what I'd like to be doing with Chakri. Chakri led the way back to his bedroom and closed the door. He chose some music on his laptop but kept the volume quite low. "Do you like our house?" he asked. "Yes, it's more modern that many of the other houses here. And it's very big." "Oh, there are lots of bigger houses. Ours isn't really that big. I think it's only about ten years old. The land belonged to dad's family and he knocked down the old wooden house to have this one built." "It's much nicer than the house which my dad's company has rented for us," I responded. "I want to change into something more comfortable. Is that OK?" We were still wearing our school shirts and trousers. "Do you want to borrow some shorts Toby? Mine should fit you – although your bum is bigger than mine!" "Yeah, good idea." We walked across to his closet which was filled with clothes. He rifled through them and picked out a couple of pairs of shorts. We both undid our belts and unfastened our trousers, each pretending to avoid the other, but I could tell he was trying to look at me. I'd put on a pair of hipster trunks that morning that I knew were quite a hugging fit. Chakri was wearing a pair of boy's briefs that just about kept everything in place. I delayed stepping into the shorts for as long as possible whilst I played around with folding my trousers. I think I'm a bit of an exhibitionist really. As Chakri stepped into his shorts, I could see that he was checking me out through my reflection in the closet mirror. "It's hot," and as Chakri spoke he pulled his school shirt off to leave himself bare-chested. I looked at his smooth brown body that was slim and fit from the sports he played. I'd seen him naked briefly at the sports centre. I wondered whether removing his shirt was an invitation to be doing more together. Being in his house for the first time, I felt a little uncertain about what was expected and how to respond. "I'll put the TV on and we can sit and watch for a bit." We both sat on the sofa. Chakri watched the TV for a bit but I couldn't follow the soap that was playing. I spend more time taking sideways looks at his body. "How long have you known you were gay?" I asked him. He looked at me. "Oh, ages – since I was a boy, I guess. I've always been more interested in other boys. And now that's who I think about." "Like who?" "Oh, there's lots of cute boys and good-looking men around." He named several boys at our school but I didn't really know them, and talked about some male singers and celebrities that again I didn't know. Then he mentioned some boy bands that I had heard of and we were able to agree on some guys. "What about you?" he asked. "Well, there were some great looking students at my last school. I used to think a lot about Carl." "Who was he?" "He was a final year student, quite a bit older than me, who played a lot of football. I always used to watch him. He had a great body." "Did you think about him when you were wanking?" "Yes, lots." "And did you do anything with him?" "I wish! No, I don't think he even noticed me. He probably liked girls anyway." "What about playing with other boys at your school?" I explained about it being a boarding school, and how I slept in a small dormitory during the week with three or four other boys. "We used to show each other what we had and compare sizes and development. And sometimes we would wank together. There were a couple of boys that were into wanking like me." "Seems like you have quite a lot of gay experience with boys then." Chakri was looking at me and seemed very interested. "I guess that's what quite a few boys do as they're growing up." I continued, "What about you Chakri? What's it like here?" "Being gay is no big deal here, like I said to you on the phone. There are quite a few gay students that I know at our school. But it's all very private. People don't talk about it too much. Sex is quite private. Except in the massage shops and bars and clubs in some areas of the city. A lot of farang come here for sex. And there are places for Thais as well." "Have you been with many boys?" "Only two or three really. Just showing our stuff to each other, and then helping each other to cum. It's nice, but I've never had anyone regular like you seem to have at your last school Toby." He continued: "Did you do anything more than wanking?" "Not really. We used to touch each other and play with each other. Sometimes we used to give each other a little kiss. But nothing like proper sex." We were silent for several moments and we both turned back to look at the TV screen. The gap extended and I didn't know what to say or do. Then Chakri said quietly: "What about that massage? I want to know more about it. Do you want to show me a little of what he was doing?" I looked across at him, sensing the invitation and the energy in the air. "Yeah ... if you like." He stood up. "If I lie down on the bed, do you want to show me some of the massage that he did?" I looked up at Chakri, his slender teenage body looked very attractive in the low evening light as he stood there in just his shorts. "Yea, I can, if you want me to touch you and you feel ok about that." He smiled. "Mmm, I'd like that. Just stop, please, if I ask you. Is that OK?" "Sure. We can stop anytime if it's uncomfortable." He moved across to the bed and I stood up to follow. "What should I wear? I don't have any of those fishermen's trousers that the shops use. Is it OK in my pants do you think?" I swallowed at the prospect of having access to his body. "Yes, ok, you do need to be able to move around easily, so pants are a good idea," I replied huskily. "I don't really know the proper strokes but I can do some of the pressures that I remember. You need to start on your back." I watched as Chakri pulled his shorts down and moved to lie on the bed in his briefs. I looked down at his body lying there. He was slender, a littler smaller in stature than me, smooth-skinned all over, a lovely light brown colour. His legs lay slightly apart; his hands resting by his side. The bulge of his genitals was quite visible inside his briefs and he seemed to have no need to cover or hide himself. I wondered about my own clothing and decided I should join him in removing my shirt, whilst retaining my shorts. I still didn't really know quite how far Chakri was wanting this to go. "Are you ready?" I asked. "I'm all yours!" he replied. I moved to kneel on the bed by his feet. I began by squeezing and rubbing his feet as I remembered from the massages I'd received. Chakri squealed a little, saying that it tickled. I tried to go more slowly and more deliberately. I worked on his right leg first, beginning at the ankle and slowly moving up the calf, pressing into the muscle, squeezing, and applying my palms to his skin. I moved up his lower leg and down again, repeating this a couple of times. Then I moved my hands up above his knee. He didn't move. I checked and his eyes seemed closed. I pressed into his thigh and slowly worked my way up to the top of the thigh, just below his briefs. My hands were within two or three inches of his crotch. I worked down again, and then palmed my way back up and down again. I stretched his leg by pulling on the foot. I bent it at the knee and placed the soul of the foot on the bed, working up and down his calf and thigh again. Then I laid the whole leg on the bed again, bent it at the knee and pushed the knee out to the side and upwards, opening up a large space between his legs. I knelt in this space and began to work my fingers slowly up the leg, first on the back of his calf and then up the inside of his thigh. I checked Chakri's face and he was smiling with his eyes closed still. "How's this?" I asked quietly. "Mmm, really good," he said, "You can press a little harder if you like." I pressed more deeply and moved my fingers back down his inner thigh and then back up again. How far to go, I wondered. I stopped a few inches short of where his balls lay hidden inside his briefs. I was about to work back down his leg, when – "You can keep pressing up my leg if you want. I won't mind." His eyes remained closed. I used my finger tips to massage press deeply into his upper leg. I took it slowly, moving an inch at a time up his thigh until I'd almost reached the V-join at the top of his leg. The skin of my fingers was touching the cotton fabric of his pants. "Oh yes, that feels good. You have a good touch Toby." I held that position for a few moments and was aware of a stirring in his briefs. Just like me on Saturday, he was starting to get aroused. He did nothing to hide it and continued to lie there on his back. I felt the strong possibility of some sexual play with my new friend! I quickly pressed back down his right leg, straightened it, and went to work on his left leg. This time I decided to spend far less time on his foot and calf. I wanted to see if he would get more excited again. I moved his leg as far out to the side as it would go and bent the knee. I moved in to kneel between his outstretched legs. I then took my time to work on his thigh, beginning on the top muscles and then working my way onto the inner thigh, pressing up and down his skin. I didn't wait for a second invitation but worked my fingers all the way up to his join. As I pressed into him, my wrist lay against his covered balls. I watched and worked as his teenage cock began to thicken and extend inside his briefs until it lay pointing across to his left hip. I pressed into the inside of both thighs just beneath his balls and let my fingers stroke up the join-line on either side. I could hear Chakri breathing rapidly. I moved my palms to start pressing on both thighs at the same time, starting above the knees and working upwards. "Chakri, I'm going to press on up to your hips –" "Mmm ... do it ..." "- but there's something in the way. I'll do what my masseur did to me when this happened." He opened his eyes and watched as I took hold of his enlarged cock through the cotton fabric and moved it from across his body until it rested along his belly line. I continued pressing with both palms, at the top of his legs and on his hips. This pressure excited him more, and his cockhead pushed past the waistband of his brief and lay exposed on his belly. His glans was partially exposed and already wet. I moved from between his legs to kneel alongside his body so I would start work on his chest and arms. I started to run my hands around his stomach and abdomen, just above his cockhead, without touching it – although I kept watching it all the time. "Toby – you can take my pants off if you want. I don't mind. It will be easier for you then. And I'd like it more!" I took hold of the waistband at his hips. Chakri lifted his bum slightly and I could slide the briefs down and off his legs. He was now fully erect, his foreskin retracted. His slender cock lay above a small patch of dark hair, pointing upwards. The smooth balls-sac lay beneath resting at his join. Now it was my turn to appreciate: "Mmm, very nice!" "How about it you remove your shorts Toby. Then I can touch you too." I stood up from the bed to take off the shorts that Chakri had lent me. I decided to keep my hipsters on whilst I was still massaging him. I climbed back on the bed and knelt beside Chakri and started to massage his belly, abdomen and chest. My hands wandered all over his skin and I let them brush against his erection. A couple of times I slipped my hand beneath his cock; other times I used my palm to stroke him from above. Chakri sighed deeply. His arm moved between us to rest on my knee from where he began touching my leg. I was enjoying the close physical touch between us. Chakri seemed quite relaxed to be lying naked on the bed with his eyes closed and his cock fully hard. It was great to be able to see him like this and to be able to touch and stroke him. I moved around from one side of his body to the other. As I knelt down again, he moved his hand from my knee and pushed it between my kneeling legs to touch my balls inside my hipsters. I think he was checking to see if I was as excited as him. Actually, I wasn't – yet! It was exciting but I was still paying lots of attention to giving him a good massage. I continued to work over his abdomen, chest and arms, gradually moving up his body. As I reached the top, his hand shifted to take hold of my hipsters and pull them forward and down, releasing my cock. "Move closer," he said quietly, and I wriggled closer towards him. He turned his head sideways to face me, lifted it slightly, opened his mouth and took the head of my cock into it. Wow, that felt fantastic. I know I have a big cock for my age, and being cut, my cockhead is like a large helmet at the end of it. I was already slightly swollen and the warmth and wetness of his mouth quickly began to have an effect on me. I knelt up more and let the length of my cock hang over Chakri's face. He raised his head again to take more of me between his lips. I looked down to watch my swelling cock disappear into Chakri's mouth. I could feel my low-hung balls resting on his face. I couldn't continue massaging him from this position, so I just let him suck on me as my cock lengthened more and rose upwards. After a time, he could no longer keep it in his mouth. "Wow, Toby, you have the biggest cock I've ever seen on another boy. It keeps getting bigger. I can only just get your head into my mouth. I guess you must shoot loads." "Yeah, I can do sometimes." "Makes me look like a little boy then," he continued, giving his own erection a little squeeze. "Why don't you take those pants off, then we're both the same?" I got up off him to remove my remaining clothing. By now my cock was standing up high and Chakri just looked at it. Yes, it was quite a bit bigger than his. "Turn over, then, and I'll massage your back." Chakri rolled over onto his belly, adjusting his young cock beneath him. I worked briefly on his feet and legs, but I wanted to get to the more interesting bits quickly. I knelt between his legs and used my hands on the back of his thighs and his slim butt. I knew from my own recent massage experience that this was the area of maximum pleasure. I concentrated on squeezing and pressing his bum, sometimes spreading his ass-cheeks, and occasionally running a finger into his cute-looking crack. I really do like bums, and here I was getting to feel one close-up. As I leant forward to work on his back, the head of my cock sometimes touched him and I could hear his muffled groan of pleasure. I wanted to try a new position, and moved until I was sitting astride his upper legs and bum. Then I worked on his back, applying as much pressure as I could with my hands. My balls were resting on his ass. As I was using quite a lot of energy, my erection began to go down a bit until my still-swollen cock rested in his ass crack too. It felt great! As I moved my hands around Chakri's back, I had to lean forward over him, and I loved the feel of my cock as it moved around in his crack and over his ass. I roamed freely over his back and his arms as he lay beneath me. I moved myself around a bit too, moving from sitting astride him, to kneeling on one knee with the other leg upright and my cock hanging down so that my large cock-head could move across his skin in different directions. I turned slightly to face his bum, and let my hands massage up his thighs onto and over his balls and up his ass crack. I could hear Chakri's muffled moans of pleasure as he lay beneath me. The sensation of his skin on my cockhead felt great and I started to swell again. I was also running out of energy to sustain the massage like this. "OK, I think that's enough massage for now," I said, "Are you ready to turn back over?" He rolled over, his erection still very hard and pointing up his slim, smooth body. "Can I suck you some more, Toby?" he asked. I nodded: "If you like." "Come in closer to my face then. You can lean over me and then I can take you." I moved to his head and let my swollen cock rest above his face. He lifted his head to take me and I watched as his lips surrounded my purple head. Oh fuck, that was so hot. He was licking and slurping on my cock. My cock loved it! I got fully hard very quickly. I wanted to push more into his mouth and fuck his face. I pushed my head back and groaned with the intensity of these sensations in my cock and my balls. He released my cock for a moment and I thought he was going to stop working on me altogether. "Toby, I can't believe how big you are. I want to, but I can't take all of you." He ran his tongue along my full length. As I watched him lick me, I saw his hands starting to jerk himself. "Shit Toby, you've made me so horny. I really need to shoot. Can you make me cum please?" Without speaking, I moved my position slightly so that I was above him, and I pushed my cock back into his mouth for more attention. Then I used my hand to grip him and jerk him off. My fist went around him quite easily. I pulled his foreskin back and used his juices to wet my hand. Then I jerked him hard and furious. At the same time, I started moving my hips to push my cock in and out of his mouth. He had one hand on my ass to try and control my movement. He was right: it was making me pretty hot too. Then I felt his cock begin to pump as his jism rose up and flew out of him. I watched the first two milky bursts arc up and out to land on his chest. I kept jerking him whilst a third and fourth shot landed on his belly. I could feel I was close to cuming. He kept sucking on me. I reached to hold my own balls. As I felt them tighten up, I squeezed my ass to increase the pressure and then pulled quickly out of his mouth as several big gobs of cum leapt out of me and landed in a large puddle on his chest, mixing with Chakri's own jism. The final couple of blasts fell back onto his chin. Chakri lifted his head off the bed and again took my cockhead. He was licking my cum with his tongue. I'd never had that done before. He smiled at me as if to indicate how much he liked it. "Wow, you cum in buckets!" he said when we were both spent. We both looked down at his chest which was covered with white streaks, now beginning to run down his sides. I picked up a pair of the discarded shorts and wiped up some of the mess. "That was f-a-n-t-a-s-t-i-c," he said finally. "Yeah, pretty good, heh," I added. We finally got up off the bed and he took me to the bathroom where we showered. Chakri kept touching my cock and saying how huge I was and how he'd never seen another boy my size. I kept putting my hand on his ass, and letting my fingers run up and down his soapy crack. I had to get a taxi back home shortly afterwards. For the past hour I've been writing this up in my secret journal. It's been a real surprise tonight. I'd wondered whether Chakri and I might do something together as friends at some point, but I'd never imagined it would happen so quickly or like this. I'm not sure he's my ideal boy – he's my age and I prefer someone a little older – but, hey, I wouldn't mind doing all that again. Or something different and just as exciting. A couple of things really made an impression on me:- (1) I just loved having my cock sucked like that. No-one had ever done that to me before. It was fantastic. Just to watch my dick going into another guy's mouth, like a warm wet tube. Feeling my big cockhead being licked and sucked. I really want a whole lot more of that. (2) And I loved playing with his ass. Back at school in York I was always wanting to see other boys' asses. Now I just want to touch, feel, play and explore more asses. Asses turn me on. The big rounded buttocks, the way the legs join together, that fold of skin that you can rub your fingers into, and then that secret hole hidden in the middle of the crack. I want a whole lot more of that too. ............ to be continued soon in Chapter 7 of Toby's Journal .............. You can read more about Boy and Tom at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-series/ (c) Tom Pickles, 2015 I love reading how the story affects you at tpickles2@gmail.com. And please support Nifty to keep publishing at http://donate.nifty.org/.