Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2015 17:53:09 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 8

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.

*** NEW *** In response to reader suggestions, there's now an accompanying
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This novel  interacts with another one telling the story of Boy and Tom at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-series/


................ Chapter 7 of Toby's journal ended like this ..................

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!"

CHAPTER 8

After a quick clean-up of our bodies and sex juices – no time for a proper
shower – Chakri and I go downstairs to join dad and his guest for lunch.
I've put some shorts on, but I know my cock is still swollen from the horny
session with Chakri and I hope it's not too obvious. There is a strong
smell of sex in my bedroom so I open the windows and close the door. Chakri
has a big grin all over his face.

Non, our maid, has made lunch for everyone. Dad and Chanita are already at
the table. I introduce Chakri to everyone and Chanita makes a point of
being friendly to him and me. I can sense that dad is slightly awkward but
I'm not sure what that's about. They both ask questions of Chakri who
explains that we are at school together, share several of the same classes,
and have become friends. Fortunately he doesn't reveal too much else about
what we've been doing together. I tell them that we've arranged to meet
another friend this afternoon – not someone from school, but someone we met
when we went to the sports centre recently, and who is interested in
perhaps doing more sports together. Dad says he's very pleased that I'm
making new friends here in Bangkok and starting to develop a social life.
[If only he knew just what kind of `social' life I was beginning to get
into!]  He tells me that he too is making new friends, like Chanita. She
smiles.

Chakri compliments Non on the food that she's prepared for us. Non seems
pleased to be catering for more than just me or dad. After we've finished
eating, dad and Chanita go off to the living room for some coffee, and
Chakri and I go back up to my bedroom. It's another hour until we've
arranged to meet up with Boy at the bowling rink.

"Do you think they guessed what we were doing?" asks Chakri, once I've
closed the door.

"I hope not! I don't think so," I reply, "Although my cock is still pretty
swollen. Does it show?"

"Only to me," answers Chakri, coming close and giving me a squeeze. "You do
have such a big cock anyway. I think you always have a good-sized bulge
here."

I reach around him to give him a hug. Our groins touch and press together.
"Did you enjoy it then?" I ask.

"Mmm, yes, lots."

"What did you like most?"

"I loved it when you stripped me. It was a great feeling when you stood
behind me and I could feel you against my bum. Then when you put your cock
between my legs, it felt so horny. I could see your big head pushing
through beneath my balls when we stood in front of the mirror. That was
such a turn-on. Then you just took charge of me. That was great. I didn't
have to do anything. You wanked me and rubbed yourself between my legs."

I'm starting to harden-up again as he reminds us both of what we did
together before lunch. I think he can feel me as we still hold each other.

He continues: "And it was fantastic to watch us both cum all over the
mirror. That was very hot. I'm going to do that again at home."

"I do it all the time. I love watching myself cum like that and seeing how
far I can shoot my spunk."

"Well it was great, Toby. I could do it again! Can you feel me getting hard
again?"

I put my hand down between us and feel his cock in his trousers.  "Mmm,
yes, nice. Me too." I look over his shoulder at the bedside clock. "But I
think we should get going to meet Boy or we'll be late and they might think
we're not going to show up." I put my head down to kiss him on the lips and
give his cock another squeeze.  "Maybe this can wait for next time?"

"I hope so."



As we travelled into the city together, we talked a bit about the lad we
were meeting – Boy – and our thoughts about him. Chakri and I had met him
when we played tennis with Stewart and Charlie from school at the sports
centre a couple of weeks before. Boy had been playing on the next court
with a farang [western] man. We couldn't work out the relationship between
them. As Chakri and I had been changing afterwards, we'd seen the two of
them showering together. Boy had definitely caught my eye. He had just the
sort of body I loved in an older teenager. But I didn't really know who the
man was.

"I think Boy said that he worked for the farang," Chakri reminded me.

"Yeah, but doing what?"

"As some kind of person who works around his house or condo, I think. But
usually, people have a maid to do that – like your Non."

"And they seemed very close to each other too. They were touching in the
shower, and the farang was washing Boy's hair and stuff," I added.

"Well, they won't be together today, I don't think. Boy said he was taking
his brother to the bowling rink where we're meeting them. I wonder what
he's like?"

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Should be interesting though."



We arrived at the shopping mall about twenty minutes later and made our way
to the bowling rink. In the UK these places seem to be less popular now,
but here in Thailand there seems to be lots of them. It was a few years
since I'd last been ten-pin bowling.

As we went through the doors, I saw Boy waiting for us just inside. He gave
us a big smile.  "Hi, it's great to see you both again," he grinned.

I checked him out as we re-introduced ourselves. He seemed very at ease. He
was wearing a close-fitting tee-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans that
hugged his legs and hips. He still looked very sexy to me.

"This is my brother, Nut," he introduced. "And this is Toby from England,
and Chakri, that Tom and I met at the sports centre. They were playing
tennis on the next court. I was rubbish at tennis as it was my first time;
but they were pretty good. I hope I'm better at ten-pin."

I looked at Nut who seemed like a younger version of his brother. A bit
smaller, a bit thinner, a little less mature – and pretty cute too.

"My brother is not very confident in English. He studies it at school, and
now he's working at a restaurant some evenings, so he gets more practice
with the customers. You can encourage him with his English but you need to
speak slowly and not use big words."

Nut had been holding back a bit behind his brother. I thought maybe he was
shy. As Boy was explaining this to us, Chakri walked towards him and
immediately started chatting with him in Thai to put him more at ease. Nut
responded quickly, smiling at Chakri, and answering his questions.

"Oh ... they seem to have made friends already," said Boy to me. "That might
leave us!" [Oh, how I wished.] "Come on then, let's go bowling."

We walked up together to the desk and we each paid our entrance fees. Boy
paid for his brother. Unlike the sports centre there was no need to get
changed, but we each needed to exchange our flipflops or trainers for some
bowling shoes that had more grip to use in the lanes. We decided on two
teams: Boy and Nut to play against Chakri and me. It's not difficult to get
the hang of bowling, but it quickly became obvious that the others had a
lot more experience than me. None of my bowls seemed to run straight and
most ended in the side gutters of the lane very quickly. There was a lot of
laughter. The language differences didn't seem to matter. We were
high-fiving with each other and enjoying the silliness of the game.

After about fifty minutes, Boy suggested we take a break. There was a café
on the floor above overlooking all the rinks and we went up there together.
As the others climbed the stairs I held back a bit because I wanted to get
a good look at Boy's ass. Like so many Thai teenagers, his jeans were so
tight that his well-rounded cheeks were really well defined. Mind you, the
same could be said of Nut too: his butt was pretty peachy. Chakri was
wearing looser-fitting shorts that didn't define him so well, but I
remembered the look and feel of his naked ass from our sex together in the
morning. The memory made me feel horny again.

We each bought some drinks and burgers and brought them over to a table.

"Thanks for coming out today, you guys," said Boy, "It's a lot more fun
here with more people."

"Yeah, it's good, thanks for the invite," replied Chakri. "It's different
from the sports centre where we met before. More informal and relaxed."

"You were there with your school and your teacher, weren't you?"

"Kind of," said Chakri, "It wasn't part of the school programme, but
Charlie is like a junior teacher and he's responsible for helping Toby here
to get settled in. He's only moved out to Thailand a month or two ago."

"Where are you from?" asked Nut carefully in English.

"I come from England," I answered speaking slowly. "My dad's company asked
him to work here, so we came together. And I have to start at a new school."

"How do you find it?" asked Boy.

"It's very different. But I'm getting used to it. Everything is so
different to where I lived before."

"Is your whole family here?"

"I just live with my dad. My mum left us a long time ago. Dad and I get
along really well together."  As I spoke, I noticed Boy and Nut looking at
each other.

"Nut lives with our mum," explained Boy. "He's still at school too. I used
to live there as well, until a few months ago. But now I'm working for Tom.
Do you remember him from the sports centre? And I live in his condo."

"Yeah, I remember," I said, adding "What do you do for him?"

"Well, err, I help look after the condo for him. Like a maid, you know. But
I think he wanted a boy rather than a girl to look after the place. It
makes it more of a male guy place. So I keep it tidy, do the cleaning and
laundry, some shopping and cooking. It's a pretty good job. And I get to
live in a really neat place with plenty of space and facilities. It's very
different to living with my mum."

Chakri and I exchanged glances, remembering the questions we'd had earlier
about their relationship.

"Is it good, working for Tom?" probed Chakri.

"Yes, it's great. He's very easy. And we share quite a lot of things.
Sometimes he will do the cooking and show me some western food. And he's
taken me to the beach and places. He's introduced me so some of his
friends. He's really easy to be with."

"I stayed there too," interrupted Nut.

"Yes, my brother came to stay when our mum had to go away to visit
relatives. The condo is near the restaurant where he works some nights."

"We had a lot of fun together," added Nut in careful English, "Like in the
pool and around the condo. I hope I can stay there again soon. I enjoyed
myself with you guys."

Boy looked at his brother. "I'm sure you can. Tom liked having you around."

I didn't quite know what to make of this. And I didn't know how to ask more
without being intrusive. Fortunately, I didn't need to.

"Tom's a gay farang man. I think that's why he's more comfortable with a
male feeling around the place. Maybe he's less confident with women," Boy
explained.

"Oh – I see," said Chakri quickly.  "Um ... how do you feel about that? I
mean about working for a gay man? Don't you worry that he might take
advantage of you?  Living in his condo and everything?"

Boy looked at the two of us. "Oh, Tom wouldn't do anything like that. He's
very respectful of me."  He continued after a pause: "Do you guys know
anything about gay men? I mean, you know that being gay is quite OK here in
Bangkok. That there are a lot of gay men and boys everywhere here?"

"Yeah, sure," said Chakri quickly.

And I added hurriedly, "It seems a lot more open here than where I come
from."

"It's no big deal. There are gay kids at school and in every workplace. Tom
is really good to me. He doesn't take any advantage of me. I really like
working for him. He's great to be with. And it's a big condo so I have my
own room."

Nut looked at his brother. "Yes, but you share the bed with Tom sometimes,"
he said. He turned to us, "I know, because I was there with them too."

I didn't know what to say. Boy looked at us. I guess he was trying to check
our reactions.

"That's pretty cool," said Chakri, looking at both Nut and Boy.

"I thought you guys might have worked that out when you saw Tom and me
together at the sports centre."

"Well ..." I mumbled, "We were wondering what the connection was between you.
You seemed very comfortable around each other."

"We are. Yes, Tom and I sleep together sometimes. And that's because he
wants it and I want it too. I'm old enough to know what I want. Actually,
he wouldn't have done anything with me, but I could see that he liked me,
so I sort of encouraged him by being around the place."

My imagination was working over-time trying to work out quite what Boy was
suggesting here.

"Tom is older. He has a lot more experience than me. I've always played
around with other boys over the last few years – nothing too serious.
There's no proper sex education here in Thailand so everyone has to find
out stuff for themselves. I've known I was gay for years. And I like farang
too – Caucasian men – they're a lot more interesting and attractive than
many Asian men to me. So working for Tom has been just great. He's
encouraged me, given me lots of confidence to be myself now that I'm not
living at home with mum. And he's shown me stuff – about sex, about growing
up to be a man. Sometimes I call him my `teacher', because that's what it's
like with him sometimes."

Wow, this was amazing. Boy was telling us about having sex with Tom. It was
like I was having a dream. I was listening all out. And I was getting
excited again at what he was telling us. I had to adjust my shorts under
the table.

"I wish I had someone to show me stuff like that," said Chakri, obviously
excited too.

"So what about you boys?" asked Boy looking across at Chakri and me. "Are
you gay or straight – or don't you know yet? I could see you looking across
at us in the showers at the sports centre. That's partly why I was trying
to be so friendly with you both."

"I've always been gay," replied Chakri quickly. "It's no big deal. My
family and my friends at school are fine about it. But it's not so easy
finding a good, steady boyfriend is it?" Then he looked sideways at me and
added, "Though now that Toby's around, who knows what might happen?"

I looked back at him, realising the implications of just what he'd said.
Boy and Nut were looking at us both across the table.

"Well ... umm ... I've played around with some other boys at school, in
England" I stammered out. "I'm not sure I'm ready to make a final decision
yet ... Though I guess there are a lot of attractive men around."

"And you like checking them out," laughed Boy, "Like you were doing with
Tom and me in the showers that day."

I nodded slowly.

Boy grinned. "Yeah, I know. I was putting on a little display for you
standing under the shower. You're both good-looking guys and I enjoyed
watching you both as you watched us. That's why I was fooling around with
Tom, to make it more obvious. I wanted to see your reactions. And hey – it
worked – we got together and met up again here!"

Nut asked something in Thai, directing his question to Chakri. He answered
in Thai too, and I could see them both smiling and laughing as their
conversation continued. Boy joined in too and seemed to be very amused. I
didn't understand what was being talked about.

I turned to Chakri and asked him in English: "What did Nut ask you?"

"He wanted to know if we'd ever done anything together."

"You mean, like sex? What did you tell him?"

"I told him the truth, of course! That we'd talked a bit about being gay.
That we'd wanked together at my house, and that we'd got stripped off and
had some fun at your house this morning. He wanted to know all the details,
but I didn't tell him much really. When he stayed over at Tom's condo, he
and his brother did some stuff together too, and maybe something happened
with the three of them. That's their private business."

"Don't worry, Toby," said Boy. "If you like other boys or men, that's just
fine. I love being around other gay boys and men. No-one's going to make
you do anything you don't want. Just explore what you like. Do what you
like. Bangkok is like that."

I sat still without replying, trying to take in everything that had
happened today with Chakri, and everything that had been said this
afternoon between the four of us.

"I need to go to the toilet," said Nut, breaking the quiet.

"Me too," added Chakri, "I'll come with you," and the two of them went off
together.

When they'd gone, Boy and I sat in silence for a few moments looking at
each other across the table. "Hey, you look a bit worried, my friend," he
said to me, touching my arm with his hand.

"Not really ... well maybe ... I just wasn't expecting Chakri to be quite so
open and direct about us with your brother like that."

"So you really did have sex with him this morning then?"

I paused a moment before answering. "Well, yes. We were in my bedroom and
it just sort-of happened ... again ... after the first time at his house."

"Hey, that's great. At our age, we get hard really easily and seem to cum
often. Tom and I had some great sex last night too."

I closed my eyes and tried to picture this. Boy continued:

"And was it fun for you, Toby? Was it horny?"

I paused again. "Mmm, yes, it was, definitely."  I waited, and then added,
"It was exciting, of course," and laughed.

"And what were you both expecting after we exchanged phone numbers at the
sports centre, and then made plans to meet up here today?"

"Err, I'm not very sure," I stuttered. "Chakri and I knew we both liked
other guys when we saw you before. We couldn't work out you and Tom though.
Chakri thought you might be together or Tom might have made some
arrangement with you. And then you left lots of hints about `seeing more'
when you spoke with us in that café. It felt like you were flirting a bit –
although we didn't talk about that. I guess we both wanted to find out more
about you. I'm so new to Bangkok that all this is completely new to me. Men
and boys and sex seems so much more open here than in the UK. I keep
getting really surprised by it all."  I thought for a moment before adding,
"And it's all quite exciting really. My mind keeps getting carried away."

As I finished speaking, Chakri came back across the room with Nut and stood
beside our table.

Chakri spoke to me. "Toby, are you OK going back home on your own this
afternoon? Nut has to go home now to get changed for his work, and he lives
out in the same direction as me. We thought we might go together on the
bus. If that's OK with you?"

"Oh. OK – I'll probably get some food somewhere before heading back home. I
can find my own way home." I hadn't quite expected to be left by Chakri
like this. But the prospect of being together with Boy was definitely
interesting. I turned to Boy. "What about you? Do you need to go, or shall
we stay here a bit longer?"

"I'm cool to stay here, or go get something to eat with you if you like.
Tom's out this evening, so I don't have to get back to the condo to cook
for him."

Boy stood up and gave his brother a big smile. "Look after yourself, bro.
And say `Hi' to mum for me. I'll call her later and make sure she's OK. Be
good – and definitely don't do anything I wouldn't do," he laughed.

"I want to do everything that you do," retorted Nut in a very serious tone.

Chakri approached Boy. "Thanks for inviting us today, Boy. It's been really
great here – I've really enjoyed myself. And getting to know a bit about
you is fun. I hope we can do it again very soon."

"I hope so too," replied Boy, giving him a little friendly hug.

"Give me a call tomorrow, Toby. I've had a lot of fun with you today.
Thanks! And I'll see you in school on Monday. Bye."

They walked off together. Boy turned to me. "Well, well. I think my little
brother has just found himself a new play-mate."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they were gone to the bathroom for quite some time. Nut is quite
shy, but he's very interested in finding out more about boys and stuff. My
guess is that he wanted to check out your friend. After what we'd been
talking about this afternoon, I'm pretty sure he would have wanted to ask
Chakri a whole lot more, and maybe get a good look at him too."

I didn't say anything and just looked down, which made Boy realise that
maybe he'd said too much. "Oh, sorry – I kind of forgot that Chakri was
your boyfriend."

"No, no, he's not my boyfriend. Like he said, we've had some good fun
together. I know we both wanted that. It was great, and I really enjoyed it
because I've not had much play with other boys since I left England. But
it's not like he's my `boyfriend'. We haven't agreed anything. I think he's
played around with other boys before. And to be honest ... although he's
becoming a really good friend ... he's not really my type." I needed to
clarify that, so added, "I mean, for sex and stuff. He's boy-cute and a lot
of fun, but he's not really my `ideal man'. I'm definitely not ready to get
tied down to one person."

There was a pause between us after this. Then Boy changed the atmosphere.
"Hey, shall we do a bit more ten-pin together? It's not busy yet. I can
probably get us another twenty minutes or so without having to pay more. I
can show you how to get those big balls to go straighter maybe."

As he spoke, we both realised the double-meaning of what he'd just said,
and we laughed. I stood up and gave him a mock-punch. "Ha ha, very funny.
Come on then, let's see if I can get straighter!"

We walked downstairs to the rink again, and Boy spoke with the staff to get
us some more playing time. I watched as he picked up a fresh bowl and
released it at speed down the lane, taking out half-a-dozen pins. I watched
his body as he stepped forward and bent down in his stretched jeans. What a
great sight. When I picked up a bowl and tried to copy his actions though,
it went completely wrong, bouncing on the floor and ended up rolling down
the gutter at the side of the lane again.

"Here, let me show you a bit," he said. "Pick up another bowl. Now step
forward and get into position." He came up and stood behind me, turning my
body at an angle. He took hold of my arm. "Lean into me a bit and then
follow my movements." I felt his body step in behind me. This was the first
real contact we'd had. "You need to pull your arm back and really bend down
as you prepare to release the ball." He walked through the movements and
guided me with his own body. "Now release the ball along the floor – don't
let it fall." I relaxed and let him guide me. And hey, the ball just rolled
along the lane and knocked over several of the pins. "See – you can do it –
it's simple really!" He gave me a celebratory squeeze. "You just need to
put your big ball on the floor."  We laughed. "Well done!"

He rolled another bowl himself, and then stood behind me to guide me again.
I sensed his close presence. He wasn't at all afraid to touch me. I was
close enough to smell some scent on him. Nice! "Now bend right over as you
step forward. Get real close to the ground with your arm." As he pushed me
forward, he was standing right in behind me. We played around for another
ten minutes of so. There was an easy sense of playful contact between us. I
really liked having this guy be so close to me like this.

One of the staff came across and said our time was up. We walked away to
hand in the bowling shoes and collect our flipflops and trainers.

"Do you have to get home, Toby, or how about if we go get some food
together?" he asked.

"Mmm, some food would be good. I'd like to go with you. Do you know
anywhere around here?"

"Oh, there are plenty of food stalls about. Have you eaten any street food
yet? It's really cheap. You have to go to a busy stall so that the food is
freshly cooked – and trust that the busy stalls show other people really
like their food too. Come on, I'll show you."

We walked outside into the early evening dusk of Bangkok. It was starting
to get dark. We walked down the main road for a few minutes, and then Boy
turned off into a side street.

"What do you like then? You can have noodles or rice. And with meatballs,
chicken, pork, egg, vegetables. There's lots of different sauces too."

I looked at the food offered by a couple of the street vendors, and checked
out the pictures pinned up on their carts to see what they cooked. We both
chose our dishes and Boy led me to a table at the end of a row of simple
tables on the street. It was away from the other customers and although
there was traffic noise from the street, we were less likely to be
overheard by other people. Everyone else was Thai, and if we spoke English
together, we could be quite private. He picked out some cutlery for me from
a box on the table, and poured two glasses of water. I thanked him. The
food was amazingly cheap.

I was feeling a lot more relaxed in his company. Without Chakri and Nut, it
was just the two of us. It felt more like two teenagers being out together.
I was a lot less self-conscious on my own. My confidence was returning
quickly.

I began, "Can I ask you something? I mean, you don't have to tell me, of
course. I'm just learning how things work here – and I'm really interested
in understanding more."

"Sure," Boy nodded, "Go right ahead. Nothing's off-limits." He grinned at
me.

"So, you and Tom, - are you like `boyfriends'?" I asked.

"It's not really like that, Toby. I work for him. He pays me money every
week. But he's paying me to look after the place and clean and shop and
cook. That's my job. I like doing it for him. He doesn't pay me for sex. If
we didn't sleep together, I would still work there and get paid. I mean,
I'm sure he could easily find lots of guys for sex. He's very good looking.
If he wanted to bring them home, that's fine by me. Sex was never part of
the deal between us. It just kind-of developed. Like I said before, I
really like farang guys – that's Aussies, Europeans and Americans – much
more so than other Asian guys. So he was definitely attractive to me from
the beginning because he's a good-looking farang. Then one weekend he was
going away to Pattaya to see some friends, and I went along with him, and
we happened to share a room together ... and it developed from there. I
think he felt some attraction to me, but didn't want to risk anything with
me. He didn't want to be taking any advantage of his position as my boss.
He was – is – very respectful of me. And it didn't all happen at once. We
kind-of gradually got into it over a few days and weeks."

"And what's it like. I mean, with Tom?"

"It's really great. He's older, more experienced, which I like. He's very
gentle mostly. He looks out for me. He doesn't take advantage or anything.
He keeps telling me that I can say `No' anytime. But he really is like a
teacher to me. He's shown me so much stuff that I didn't know anything
about."

"So, what do you actually do together?"

"Hey, Toby – that's private!!!"  He laughed.

I blushed and quickly stopped. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. Sorry.
I can see that that's a bad question. I just got carried away. Sorry."

"It's OK. I'm not upset. You asking me these questions is making me think
about Tom and me. I've never really told anyone else about it before. I
mean, Nut knows about it but it's not like he's going to make me think
about it.  It's all just been happening and I've never had to look at it.
You're making me realise how important what we're doing together is to me
just now."

I sat eating my food. I didn't want to make a mess of things with Boy when
we were just becoming friends.

After a minute or so, he looked up at me and continued. "Actually, we've
done lots of things together really. We touch each other – you know –
everywhere – front and back. We kiss. He takes me in his mouth. I've sucked
him too. We play with each other. He's got some fun sex toys. Sometimes we
shower together, like you saw us together at the sports centre. He keeps
showing me something new. That's what makes it so exciting."

"Do you think you'll become, like, a gay couple?"

"I don't know, really. He's older than me, of course. I mean, he's old
enough just about to be my dad. And it's obvious he's had sex with other
men. But somehow he finds me attractive. And I think he's gorgeous and
sexy. But I don't think it will ever be monogamous. He's got other friends.
And sometimes there's been another person around with us – like when we
went off to the beach, or when Nut came to stay for a few nights."

I could feel myself become very aroused at all the images that Boy was
creating in my mind as he was telling me about him and Tom. Wow. This was
pretty hot stuff. I so much wanted to be with a hot guy like this. For a
few moments, I drifted off into my imagination of possible scenes.

Boy interrupted my erotic day-dreaming. "So, can I ask you a question then?"

"Um ... ok ... what?" I looked up again.

"You said before, when we were in the café at the rink, that although you'd
played around with Chakri he wasn't your boyfriend. You said something like
`he's not really my type'. I was wondering then - what is your type Toby?"

I'd finished eating by now. I sat without answering, looking around the
street. I knew that Boy was looking at me, but I couldn't look back at him.
I wanted to pretend that I didn't have a `type' but I knew that wasn't
true. He'd been pretty open with me. Just what was I prepared to tell him?
It felt like our new friendship might depend a lot on what I said to him
now.

"Um," I began. He sat still and waited patiently for me to continue. I
looked down at the table, still confused and hesitant.  "Well, I know that
I like other guys. Even though I said before that I wasn't sure. I know
that really I'm just into guys." I paused. I'd said nothing new yet. "At my
last school, I used to check out the other boys – in the changing rooms, in
the showers, in the corridors. I played around with other boys in my year
group when I could – you know, wanking, kissing, licking and so on. Then I
found myself looking more at the older boys. There was one older boy in his
final year at school: he was really good-looking, and I used to try
everything I could to watch him – playing sports, getting changed, and
stuff.  He was so attractive. I thought his body was fantastic – pretty
much perfect. It made me realise that boys of my age were good, but some of
the older boys and more developed boys were really attractive. And then I
noticed that some of the younger teachers were pretty sexy too. Though I
didn't get to see as much of them physically, unfortunately." I smiled as I
said this. "I just had to make do with looking at that kind of young man
online.  And now I'm living in Bangkok, and everything seems so much more
open. It's like sex seems to be everywhere. And there are so many
attractive boys and men that I see – with really great looking bodies."

After I finished talking, we were both silent for a minute or two. I looked
up. Boy had been listening and looking at me. I could look back at him
directly now. His eyes were smiling at me. Thailand – land of smiles, huh.
He put out his hand and rested it on my arm.

"Thanks, Toby. I know that sometimes it's not easy to say what you really
like. What Tom has helped me to learn is that I can keep being honest with
myself about what I like. And when I am, it really feels good. It doesn't
matter what other people think. You have to be honest with yourself first."

"Yeah," I replied quietly, "This does feel good to be saying this aloud to
you. I've never said this stuff to anyone else. Thanks." And I touched his
hand with mine. "Thanks. I really like you."

"And I like you a lot too. You're very good-looking and sexy yourself, you
know. No wonder Chakri likes you so much!"

We got up from the table in the street where we'd been eating our street
food. This had been an amazing day. I didn't feel ready for it to end yet.
This new friendship with Boy felt great. He liked guys. He was easy to be
with – and funny. He was very sexy to look at. He seemed to have learned a
lot from Tom, who was another attractive man. I felt desire towards him –
but didn't know if that was possible or how to go about making it happen.
We'd started walking back towards the main road and the Skytrain ride that
would take me home. Just how to make this go on for a little bit longer
together, or at least arrange to meet again?

Maybe the same idea was going through Boy's head. He turned to me. "I need
to pee before going home. Do you want to wait here, or come with me. I'm
just going into the mall to find a bathroom."

"Oh, ok, I'll come with you. I can have a pee too."

He led us back into the shopping mall where locals and tourists were still
wandering around the shops across the four floors. I noticed that he walked
right past a couple of signed toilets. We went up two floors. He'd
obviously decided on somewhere to take me. The next floor seemed to be
mostly banks and offices, a lot of which were closed now. It was a lot
quieter. We walked to the back of the floor and found a toilet at the end
of a long corridor. Boy pushed the door open and I followed him in.

He stood at the urinal, undid his jeans, and I could hear him peeing as I
did the same thing near-by. We didn't speak or look at each other. I could
feel the atmosphere between us. When he'd finished, he turned and walked to
the basin where he rinsed his hands. I did the same.

"Boy," I opened, finally, "Thanks for today. I've really enjoyed talking
with you and getting to know you a bit. Do you want to do it again
sometime?"

"Yeah, I'd like that. It's fun being with you. You're very ..."

"What?"

"... sexy," he finished, "I mean, you're confident and good-looking, and fun
to be with."

"Thanks," I said. And I stepped towards him more. "You know, you're pretty
hot yourself."

"Really!" He reached his arm towards me. "Do you think so?"

I walked into his arm and touched him. "Definitely." Although I was
younger, I was slightly taller than him. We were chest-to-chest now. I put
my face close to his ear and whispered, "Very sexy Boy."

He hugged me. I pulled my face back and little and he kissed me on the
lips. I let the kiss linger and didn't move away. I dropped my hands and
placed them gently on his ass. I could feel his cheeks through the denim of
his skinny jeans. They were rounded and very firm. I remembered the sight
of them from across the shower room at the sports centre.

"Mmm, that feels nice," he said, breaking the kiss. "I wonder just what a
sexy, white, horny, farang teenager has to offer." He pushed against me
with his body, then reached down between us with his hand. He started to
feel me through my shorts. His fingers found my cock and squeezed along the
length of it. I moaned quietly, "Oh yeah." He looked at me directly,
holding my gaze, and moved back to create a gap of an inch or two. His hand
moved lower to feel for my balls between my thighs, and I moved my legs
further apart.

He spoke quietly, still eye-to-eye. "Wow, Toby, you are big!" I smiled
back. "Is that you fully hard?"

"No, not yet, still semi-hard." I pulled him in closer again, pressing my
cock into his. "But if you keep feeling me like that, I'll soon be very
hard."

"Oh, shit, I want it, Toby." He broke away from me and turned himself
around, before quickly backing up to me again. "Put your cock against my
ass."

I adjusted my rapidly hardening cock until it stood upright in my shorts.
He was offering me his butt and I wasn't going to resist. I grabbed his
hips and rubbed myself against his jeans, pushing into his crack. He took
hold of my hands and placed them on his genitals so I could feel his strong
erection too. He leaned forward a little against the basin. I bumped his
ass with my groin. We both looked at each other in the mirror over the
basin. I remembered holding the same position with Chakri in the morning,
both of us naked and very hard as we shot our cum onto the glass. Boy was
so sexy.

He stood up again and turned to face me. "We can't do anything here.
Someone could walk in anytime. It's not safe. They'd call security."

"I know." I didn't really. I just wanted this to go on.

"It's getting late, and I should be going back to the condo. Do you want to
meet up again?"

"Yeah! Of course. You've really turned me on."

"And me. But let's phone each other and make another plan. Agreed?"

"Agreed!"

We both turned to the mirror, checked our clothing and hair, and walked
away from the bathroom.  A few minutes later, we left the shopping mall and
hugged good-bye on the street before walking off to go home in opposite
directions.



Dear Journal. What a day. Horny, naked sex with Chakri in my bedroom. And
then talking for hours with Boy. He's so hot. I can't believe that he's
interested in me in the same way. I keep running over our conversation. And
the mental pictures of him in the shower with Tom. I think he's done a lot
with Tom. Tom's very attractive too. Jeez, where is this going to go. I
know where I want it to go. With Chakri I felt very confident and took
control of him. I got him to do what I wanted. With Boy it felt different.
Like he wanted something from me, and I wanted him. This is so
complicated!  I just have to wank again now because I'm so excited.



Later, still hard, I'm lying on my bed with my phone. I find Boy's phone
number and text him.

Me: "Hi. R u home? Thanks for everything. Did we just do that?"

He replied after a couple of minutes: "Yes home. Yes we did. Still hard."

Me: "Mmm. I can't stop thinking about it."

Him: "I want it. Going to shoot a big load tonight."

Me: "I want it. Want to see."

Him: "Next time, promise."

Me: "Sleep well, speak soon."

Him: "Sweet dreams – of me :-))"


............ to be continued soon in Chapter 9 of Toby's Journal ..............

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