Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2015 16:03:32 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 7

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 6 of Toby's journal ended like this ..................

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.

CHAPTER 7

Hey, I just re-read my private journal writings from the last few days, and
they still make me pretty excited. I met up with Chakri in school today at
break-time and we talked a bit about what we'd done together at his house.
He had really enjoyed himself being massaged and touched like that. And he
kept telling me how big I was compared to him and the other boys he played
around with or seen. He thought this was because I was farang [westerner]
He asked me if I wanted to do it again, and of course I said Yes. I'm not
getting it with anyone else just now, am I?

Then Chakri asked me if I'd heard from Boy or the farang guy he worked for
at the condo – the ones we'd met at the sports centre. When I said No, he
suggested we send them a message to see if Boy was serious about being
friends and meeting again. We took a few minutes to compose a text on my
phone:

`Hi this is Toby. We met at tennis. Remember? How about meet up again.
Maybe sport or something. Let us know if u r interested. Toby and Chakri.'

Phones have to be switched off during lessons at school. The next time I
could check my phone was at lunchtime when Chakri and I were eating
together.

`Hi Toby and Chakri. Of course I remember you ;-)  We could play tennis but
I'm not good at it. Me and my brother are going bowling on Saturday
afternoon. Do you want to join us?'

"You ever been bowling before?" Chakri asked me.

"A few years ago," I replied, "It's OK."

"It's quite popular here in Bangkok," said Chakri, "What do you think? He
doesn't mention his boss. Just his brother. He could be anybody."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I want to find out more about Boy. The way they were together. I
think there's something between him and his boss. They seemed so close –
much more than a work relationship. There's something going on there, and I
want to find out more."

For a moment I was quiet with my own thoughts. I remembered the sight of
Boy and his boss Tom in the showers at the sports centre. I had a mental
picture of Boy's surprisingly smooth pubes, his naked body, and his
great-looking ass. His boss was older with a man's body. He'd been wearing
swimming trunks in the shower, so I'd only been able to gauge his overall
body shape. He had a nice face and chest. He'd certainly been close to Boy,
and there had been plenty of touch between them as they showered. They were
both pretty attractive to me, and my imagination had been in over-drive a
couple of times when I'd wanked off in my bedroom thinking about them and
putting myself into some fantasy scene with either or both of them. After
experiencing the pleasure of Chakri taking my cock in his mouth, a lot of
my fantasy had centred around feeding my cock into Boy's luscious looking
mouth. Yeah, that would make me hard! I realised that I definitely wanted
to see him again, and check out whether my memory of him was at all
accurate.

"Maybe," I replied. "But I'm not sure how we'd ever find out. Anyway, I'm
not doing anything on Saturday. How about if we go together and meet them.
It could be fun."

"OK, good."

"You could come round to my house first, if you like, and see where we
live. It's nothing like as large as your house. But it's on the way into
the city from where you live. Maybe you could come and have some lunch
before we go bowling."

"If I come to your house, Toby, food's not the only thing I want to eat.
How about a bit more sausage?" and his hand darted under the table to
squeeze my crotch.

I looked around to see if anyone in the room had noticed before laughing.
"Do you want more of it then?" I asked.

"Mmmm, I sure do."

"Shall I reply to Boy then and say we'll meet him?"

"Yes."

 I composed another text message: `Hi. Cool. We can both join you Saturday
for bowling. Pls send me directions. Hope to meet you and brother.'

Just three minutes later, a reply arrived: `Great. Younger brother is Nut.
You will like him. We have fun together. Want to see more of you and enjoy
some fun time with you too.'

"Well," said Chakri as he read this latest text, "What do you make of that?
Is he just being friendly? Or is that deliberate flirting."

"I don't know," I replied, as the bell sounded for more lessons, "But we
might get to find out more about what's going on with him."




When I got home tonight, I opened my computer and found messages waiting
for me from Panit on GayRomeo. He and I had chatted a week or so ago. From
what I can work out, he's another gay teenager looking to make contact with
others. His profile didn't say much but he'd told me he was under the
website's age requirement of 18 – and just like me, he'd had to fake it to
create a registration and profile. His messages read:

Panit: Hi Toby. How r u? Do you like to chat with me again?

Panit: I enjoy our chat last time. I keep looking at the pictures you sent.
I have not seen a farang boy before like this. Makes me very xxxxx.

Panit: I never do this before. Because you trust me with your picture, here
are mine.

Panit: Hope we speak soon. X

Attached to the third message from Panit were two pictures. I waited until
I was in my bedroom and unlikely to be disturbed before opening them. I had
an image of Panit in my imagination from our first chat, and I was
interested to find out more of what he was really like.

He'd taken the pictures using his phone camera. The first picture I opened
was a selfie taken in a bedroom. The face was that of a boy that I guessed
was aged around 13 to 14. He had neat-cut hair, black pencil eyebrows, and
a broad smile on his face. He was bare-chested in the picture – quite slim,
with two prominent nipples on a completely smooth chest. He looked a little
enigmatic, perhaps wondering what kind of attitude to show me in the
picture. Not too serious; not over-friendly. I thought he looked like a
young teenage schoolboy with a cute boy face.

The second picture was pointing lower down his body. At the top of the
picture I could just make out the hem of a shirt pulled up to his chest.
Beneath this, everything else was naked. Panit's thighs were spread in a
V-shape and between them lay his boy jewels. His brown cock was soft and
lying to one side of his balls in their little sack between his thighs. His
balls were hairless, but he was showing a nice patch of dark pubes. He
reminded me of some of the boys in my school class in York whom I'd been
watching in the changing rooms. I sent some messages back:

Me: Hi Panit. Thanks. Yes, I can chat more with you.

Me: You have a v cute face.

Me: Glad you like my pics.  Your pics look good too.

Panit must have been online at the same time because within a minute of two
of me replying, we were chatting:

Panit: Hi Toby. I'm here now.

Me: Hi.

Panit: What you been doing?

[Where to start, I wondered. So much had happened since our last chat.]

Me: I followed your suggestion and looked for a gay massage.

Panit: Really? Wow. Brave. Did you find something?

Me: Yes. In Silom. At first they wouldn't let me in. But one guy told me to
come back next day before the boss arrived and he would massage me.

Panit: What happened?

Me: He gave me Thai massage. I could tell he was testing to see how far he
could go.

Panit: Did you let him?

Me: He was feeling the top of my leg and making me excited. Started to feel
horny. He was touching me inside those trousers.

Panit: Oh, I want that! Did you let him touch?

Me: Yeah. After he did my back and bum. He turned me over again and started
touching me. He wanted to see.

Panit: Yes, and ..

Me: I let him make me hard. Then he played with me and made me cum.

Panit. Wow. I want to go. Will you take me?  Please!

Me: Hehe. Maybe. But it's a bit scary.

Panit: Did you see him too?

Me: He let me touch him and feel him. He was a bit smaller than me. But he
didn't want to cum at work.

Panit: Oh, I want someone to feel me up like that. Makes me excited.

Me:  Mmm. Where are you now?

Panit: In my bedroom. Everyone else is downstairs watching TV.

Me: What you wearing?

Panit: T-shirt, briefs – like in the picture I sent you.

Me: Hard?

Panit: Yes. U?

Me: Half-hard.

Panit: You have such a great cock Toby. I keep looking at your pictures.

Me: Could you take me in your mouth?

Panit: YES! For sure.

Me: I love seeing my cock in someone's mouth.

Panit: I will.  Are you hard now Toby?

Me: Yes

Panit: Oh, I want to suck you

Me: What else?

Panit: Do you like fucking?

[Now there's a question! I've never done that with a boy or a girl. I need
to pretend something here. But I do love looking at bums.]

Me: Sometimes.  If I'm horny and the other person is nice.

Panit: I want to be fucked and feel it inside me.

Me: Have you ever done it?

Panit: No but I've put my fingers inside and it feels great.

Me: What's your bum like? Want to send me a pic?

[There's a pause, whilst I guess he's taking another photo. Eventually it
comes through after a minute or two.]

Panit: Do you like?

[He's tried to take a photo around his body, so it doesn't work too well.
The picture shows slim hips, a little smooth rounded butt, and I can see
the line of his crack. The sight of his bum makes me excited and I start
wanking harder.]

Me: Mmm nice.

[There's no reply. He must be wanking too. I discover just how excited I am
to be able to look at his bum. I want to get in there and touch it, explore
it, knead it with my hands. My cock is rock hard thinking about it. I
imagine holding my cock against his bum, running it up and down his crack,
trailing my juice along his skin. I know this is what I want to be doing. I
realise now that my covert looks at other boys' asses have been about this
– whether they were naked in the changing rooms or clothed in tight
trousers. I want more real ass! All I manage to chat for now is ...]

Me: I could play with that.

Panit: Please! I'm looking at your pic now. Going to cum soon.

Me: Me too.

[There is a long pause and then the chat window closes. We've obviously
both cum.]




It's Saturday and the day that Chakri and I have arranged to meet Boy and
his brother at the bowling rink. Chakri is coming round to my house for the
first time to have some lunch first.

As it's the weekend dad is home too. We both get up quite late. Non has
made us some breakfast. Dad tells me that he has a guest coming round as
well. Someone he's met through his work. He seems a bit awkward about
telling me this. I think it's the first time we've had visitors coming to
the house since we arrived here. I tell him about my plans for the day, and
about going into the city to meet some friends to go bowling.

An hour or so later the bell rings and I walk to the door wondering if it
might be Chakri arriving early and finding his own way to the house. When I
open it there's a woman standing there. She smiles at me and says I must be
Toby. I look at her, never having seen her before. She's Thai, about 30 I
guess, quite slim and professional in her looks. I'm standing there
wondering what to do when dad comes downstairs.

"Hello Chanita, welcome. Let her in, please, Toby. This is my friend
Chanita that I told you about."

I open the door and she enters, walking towards dad. "Hello Toby," she says
as she passes and looks at me, "Your dad has told me about you."

"Oh, ok," I answer, "Pleased to meet you."

Non comes out from the kitchen and offers to make drinks for dad and
Chanita. I tell them that I'm expecting Chakri to arrive and that I was
planning to go down to the Skytrain station to find him and bring him back.
Maybe we'll all meet up at lunchtime if she's staying. Dad and Chanita
disappear off into the living room.

I put on my trainers and take a motorcycle taxi down the soi [lane] to the
main road and hang around waiting for Chakri. I text him to tell him where
I'm waiting. He shows up about ten minutes later, smiling broadly, and
wearing a pair of bright blue shorts and a fancy t-shirt. We give each
other a quick hug. He follows me out of the station and we double-up on
another motorcycle taxi to go back to the house.

"It's nothing like as big as your house," I explain as we enter. He looks
around making appreciative comments. I tell him that dad and his friend are
in the living room, so we don't go in there. Non comes out and gives us
both some cool drinks. She tells us that lunch will be ready in an hour. I
decide to take Chakri up to my room at the back of the house and he follows
me closely up the stairs and along the corridor. He closes the door firmly
as we enter my room and he gives it a good look around at all my stuff
scattered about.

"Nice space, Toby. Looks like this is where you do your all your school and
computer stuff as well." I agree, and show him my working desk and my
closet with its big mirror. He wanders across to the windows to look out
over the garden. I watch his slim figure from behind, remembering what we
did together at his house.

"I like it," he says, as he walks back across the room towards me. He's
looking at me and I guess we're both weighing up what to do and how to be
with each other. I sense the air of expectation in him – and in me. I smile
at him by way of encouragement. He makes a gesture of opening his arms as
he gets closer and I walk in to them to embrace him. We hold each other for
several moments. I'm taller than him, and he's definitely slimmer than me.
I can smell the slight scent of shampoo in his hair. I hold his back and he
hugs me around the waist. There is a pause as if we're both unsure what
happens next.

He lifts his head back a little, but keeping the hold. "Toby," he begins,
"I keep remembering what happened last time, in my bedroom, when you
massaged me."

"Mmm, yes," I manage to reply.

"Did you enjoy it – what we did together, I mean?"

"Yes, it was fun. I liked it. Being with you – like that."

"So do you think we might do it again ... sometime?"

"Yeah, why not ... If you want it too."

"I do. You were great with me. I think about it a lot."

"Me too," I answered.

Having clarified this, there is a pause. Chakri puts his head back on my
shoulder as he relaxes. His hands are slowly moving up and down my back. I
move my hands down a little until I'm holding his bum. They're like
magnets. I want to feel him there, through his shorts. He pushes into me a
little. I'm aware of our cocks separated only by our shorts and our
underwear.

"Toby," he begins, "Can I ask you something? ... You don't have to, it
doesn't matter really if you'd rather not ... but would you let me kiss you?"

He pulls his head back again to look at me. I look down a little and see
into his eyes. His mouth is slightly open. In that moment, his whole face
is appealing. I feel desire for him. I'm already getting turned on. I'm
aware of Non and dad downstairs with his friend. It feels as though we're
doing something illegal here in my bedroom and this increases my sense of
excitement.

I look at his eyes again and then, without thought, I lower my head and
cover his mouth with mine. This is the first time I've really kissed
another boy seriously. I discover that I'm quite assertive about it, like
I'm making the kiss happen and taking control of it. Our lips move against
each other. After a few moments, his lips open and I find my tongue pushing
forward into his mouth. He receives my tongue and suddenly I'm pushing more
deeply into him. We break apart, look at each other, and then kiss again,
just as deeply. His eyes are closed now. He clearly wants this. I
experiment with moving my mouth, my lips and my tongue around. I kiss the
end of his nose and his chin before clamping myself back onto his mouth.
It's both strange and exciting. He's receptive to whatever I do. I feel a
sense of dominance in the way he's letting me take charge.

I can feel the growing erection in his shorts. Still locked in our embrace,
I can feel his hands around my waist pulling me into him, until we start
mashing together. After a few moments, one of his hands is released and he
pushes it between us to start feeling me up.

We're both becoming excited. Our kissing continues if slightly less
frenetically now that the uncertainty of how we are with each other has
been somewhat resolved.

He breaks away from the kisses for a moment. "Toby, ever since last time, I
can't stop thinking about your body. Your size ... your hardness. They really
excited me. Will you let me see you again ... like that?"

I step back a little, close my eyes momentarily, and remember the exquisite
sensation of his mouth licking me. I remember the sight of my cock
disappearing into his mouth. I remember shooting strings of cum on his
chest.

I drop my hands to undo the fastening on my shorts. He's watching me as we
look at each other eye-to-eye. I let my shorts fall to the floor. Now I
want him to suck me again with his mouth. I'm about to push my pants down
and reveal myself when he stops me.

"Let me do that, Toby."

He steps quickly away, goes to the door and turns the lock as quietly as he
can. He comes back and kneels on the floor in front of me. He hands start
to feel me on my thighs and belly. He moves his hands across the front of
my pants, squeezing me. He brings his face it and as I look down at his
head, he begins to lick me from one end to another through my pants. It's
exciting to watch and my cock responds. There's a wet spot at the end!

Without looking up he uses both hands to take hold of my pants and pull
them forward so that my cock is freed, before sliding them down my legs. I
step out of them. He takes hold of my cock in one hand, opens his mouth,
and swallows me in.

Aaarghhh, that's feels so good. This is what I really want. I'm not quite
fully hard yet but I will be very soon. I pull my t-shirt up and off my
body so I'm naked and can look down at what he's doing to me. I know my
cock is thick and long for a boy my age. Now I'm feeding it into his mouth.
As I watch, it thickens further and rises to maximum length, forcing itself
up into the roof of Chakri's mouth. In my excitement, I push in and out of
him a few times with my hips.

He's taking me and choking on me. I must be filling his mouth. I pull out a
little. I want to experiment, so I withdraw my cock entirely and then start
to move it around on his face as he looks up at me. His tongue is out,
trying to catch me. He licks my shaft. I watch as it sides across his
cheeks, his nose, his eyes. He moves his head in and begins to lick my
balls. That's amazing! I can feel the heat throughout my cock and balls. I
wonder if I'm about to spunk all over his upturned face. I don't want to
cum just yet. This is too good!

"Stand up," I tell him. He looks at me, slightly disappointed at having to
move away from my cock. He obeys. "Take your shirt off please Chakri," I
say in a more friendly turn. "My turn now."

He lifts his shirt over his head. I look at the young hair in his armpits
and at his slim, brown, hairless chest with his nipples standing out hard
and excited. He moves to undo his shorts and let them fall away. He's
standing before me in a pair of boys briefs with his hardness clearly
outlined and poking to the left.

He's about to remove the briefs when I stop him. "Come over here," I say,
leading him to a position just in front of my large dressing table mirror
where I have enjoyed so many wanks before. "Can you turn around please and
look at the mirror."

He does. We both look into the mirror and watch as I step up behind him.
I'm excited by my large firmness – both physically and authoritatively. My
cock is rigid before me as I move into him. I'm thrilled at the feeling of
my cock standing right against his ass. I want him to feel me there, my
hardness against him. I hear him groan and looking at him in the mirror I
can see the pleasure on his face.

Standing behind him, I run my hands over his chest and down over his belly.
We are both watching the scene in the mirror. My hands rove over his
encased cock and balls. He takes a sharp intake of breath. I bring my hands
round to his ass briefly; I pull the lower hem of his briefs away from his
right buttock and push my thickness in against his skin. I look down
between us. I want to feel what it's like having my cock against his slim
ass. My hands go back to playing with his cock, one hand sliding inside his
elastic. Finally, I lift the waistband over his cock and push the front of
his briefs below his balls. I can see his dark patch of pubic hair in the
mirror, his cock pointing straight up, and my hand stroking him. He leans
back into me with my cock still pushed in against his bum.

"Oh yes, Toby, do it to me please."

I know I want more from him still. I push him forward and ask him to lean
forward slightly resting his hands on the dressing table. I get down behind
him until my face is level with his bum. I take hold of his thin briefs
that are still stretched over his hips and pull them down to the floor. His
slender ass is exposed before me. This is the closest I've ever been to a
boy's ass. I put my hands on his cheeks and lean in to smell him. I let my
fingers wander across him and up and down his crack. It feels amazing. I
have complete access to Chakri's bum. I explore it with my eyes and my
fingers. He pushes back to open himself and encourage me further.

I want my cock against him. I stand up again and push my cock through
between his legs. I can see my large purple helmet in the mirror just
beneath his balls. He presses into me, and I take hold of him again,
wanking him with strong strokes. At the same time I begin pushing backwards
and forwards between his legs. The moisture of my pre-cum and his sweat
begins to lubricate the friction. I can tell that it won't take long for
either of us. I'm in charge of what's happening so I increase the pace. I
rub him fast and can hear his sharp breaths. My own juices are rising. I
push him forward towards the mirror and he releases three shots from my
hand out onto the mirror and the dressing table. A moment or two later I
erupt and my sperm joins his in a white sticky pool before us, with a
couple of drops landing on his thighs too.

Slowly I ease off but stay in position behind him. From the other end of
the house there's a call: "Toby ... lunch is ready. Can you come now please?"

We smile at each other in the mirror. `I just did cum' I want to say.
There's a box of tissues on the dressing table and we each grab a handful
to clean ourselves. No time for a wash just now. I hurriedly wipe the
mirror and dressing table to remove any tell-take evidence. Chakri turns
around and gives me another embrace.

"Thank you. That was wonderful. That was so much better than my dreams!"


............ to be continued soon in Chapter 8 of Toby's Journal ..............

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