Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2015 13:58:09 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Toby - Chapter 9

This is an erotic novel about gay relationships between a teenage youth and
various other boys and men.

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................ Chapter 8 of Toby's journal ended like this ..................

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 :-))"

CHAPTER 9

It's Sunday – and after all that happened yesterday, this seemed like a
quiet day. Maybe my body needed to recover! I lay in bed going over all
that had been happening recently – the online chats with cute little Panit,
the massage with Tam in Silom, wanking with Chakri – and taking charge of
him, and the conversations with Boy who is really attractive. This is
completely different to playing around with the boys at my school in
England. Here it seems a lot more open, more available, more normal. I just
wondered how much further it might all develop.

Eventually, I got up and took a long shower. It was going to be another
hot, sunny day. I found some shorts and a tee-shirt, and wandered
downstairs to get some breakfast. Non had been at work for hours in our
house. She was doing the laundry and cleaning. It didn't seem fair to
expect her to make my late breakfast, so I wandered into the kitchen and
found some food for myself.

I'd just finished when dad came through. He'd obviously got the weekend off
duty from work. He came across, refilled his coffee mug from the machine,
and sat down at the table with me. He seemed pretty relaxed. It'd been more
than a week since we'd spent much time together.  He asked me how I'm doing
at school, and how I'm finding everything in Bangkok now that we've been
here a few weeks. I chatted with him, telling him that everything is pretty
good – it's all very different, but I'm really enjoying myself. He asked
about the friends I'm making at school. I'd already told him about Charlie
– the assistant teacher who is helping me get settled in as a new student
in the country, and I'd explained about my friendship with Chakri and
Stewart. He'd met Chakri yesterday when he came round for lunch before we
went bowling. Now I mentioned about Boy, and how we'd met at the sports
centre, and then yesterday we'd all met up as a foursome in town. Of
course, I didn't tell dad the more personal details of our encounters – but
I did want him to know that I was making lots of new friends and managing
pretty well here.

"I'm really pleased for you," he said. "Sometimes it's not so easy finding
your way about in a new place – especially one that's so very different
from where we were living before. I'm glad you're starting to make some
friends here. Chakri seems like a nice boy. He was very polite yesterday."

I agreed, and reassured dad that I was doing fine.

"Good. I was a bit worried about bringing you out here in case you got
homesick for England."

"No, no," I replied, "This is great. I'm really enjoying having my own room
and living all the time in the same house as you – even though you are away
at work quite a lot. It's very easy living here with Non looking after
everything. I don't even have to do the washing-up!"

He laughed.

"And Bangkok is so different," I continued. "There's so much going on.
There are people everywhere. The city is a buzz. I don't think I'll have
any difficulty making lots of friends here." I paused, beginning to wonder
what this conversation might be leading up to. "Dad, I hope you're not
thinking of moving back home, or something. I want to stay here."

Now it was his turn to be reassuring. "No. This is a good job here for me.
They pay me well, and there are lots of interesting challenges in the work.
I don't see us moving anytime soon.  Of course, we can go back to England
for a visit during your school holidays if you want. Or maybe we could go
travelling around here and explore other parts of Thailand, or the
countries in this part of the world."

"Yeah, that would be great."

"And I'm feeling more settled myself. The people I work with are good. And
most of our clients seem pretty friendly. What did you think of Chanita –
the woman who came round yesterday, that you met at lunchtime? She's
someone I met through work."

I thought for a moment. "She seemed very nice. She was asking me and Chakri
lots of questions about school and the things we were doing."

"Yes, she is very nice, isn't she? I'm glad you liked her."

Dad paused a moment, and I sensed there was something more. "Well, it's
great that you can make some friends here too, dad," I offered.

"Toby, there's something I should really tell you." He stopped for a
moment, and I looked at him. "I don't want you to be upset, and I always
want to be honest with you."

"What dad?"

"Well, you know that since your mum left – when you were just eight years
old – it's just been you and me taking care of each other. I didn't think I
would ever find someone like your mum again – or that I would want to,
after all that happened." I looked at him, beginning to have a feeling
about what this might be leading up to. He continued: "I thought I could
just live as a single man ... But I realise I can't ... It's great having you
as my son, and we can share everything together, Toby ... but sometimes I
just need another adult to be with. I get lonely, sometimes. I met your mum
and we got married when we were both very young. I'm still quite a young
man. When we were living in England and I was completely responsible for
you, I didn't feel I could go looking for anyone else. But here in Bangkok,
like you say, everything feels different – like it's a new start – for you
and for me. I've been noticing the women here ... And anyway – to get to
the point, Toby, - I met Chanita a few weeks ago, and since then we've met
up a few times for lunch and dinner and things and ... We both feel like
we'd like to go further."

"You mean you want to date her, dad?"

"Um, well if that's the way you talk about it these days, then Yes."

"Hey, that's great." I stood up from the table and gave him a big hug.

"But I didn't want you to be upset, Toby.  I didn't want you to feel
someone new was replacing your mum. Or that she might be more important to
me than you. You're always going to be the most important person in the
world to me. If I had to choose, I would always choose you. I hope you know
that. I love you so much."

"I love you too, dad. You've always taken good care of me. But, hey, I'm
growing up now! Who knows, maybe I'll have a `special friend' here before
too long!" Dad looked at me in surprise as I said this.  Hadn't he noticed
just how much I'd grown up recently?

"So, if I `date' with Chanita, you won't feel too upset?"

"No. She seemed very nice. It might be good for you to have someone new in
your life."

"And, err ...," dad paused a few moments, "What about if she spends the night
here sometimes?"

"You mean, in your bedroom, dad?"

"Um ... yes."

"That's cool. But hey, please, respect the privacy of my bedroom and I'll
not walk into yours!"  We both laughed.

"Deal!" he said.  And a few moments later, he added, "And one more thing ...
I thought it might be nice if you got to know each other a little more – so
that if this works out like I hope it might, you could get comfortable with
each other.  So I asked Chanita if she would like a weekend away, maybe out
of the city, to a nice top quality hotel or something in the country. That
way it would be somewhere more neutral – not like our home. And we could
enjoy some nice meals together, and maybe visit some places together. What
do you think?"

"Well, I think you might want your own bedroom together without me watching
you all the time. Don't you think I might get in the way if you want some
privacy?"

Dad moved to give me a friendly swipe with this hand. "Not the same
bedroom, of course!" he laughed, "I certainly don't think Chanita wants a
teenage boy in her room." He paused and became more serious. "No, she
suggested somewhere outside Kanchanarburi. It's about 2-3 hours from here.
It's where the `Bridge on the River Kwai' was, from the second world war.
She says there are several really nice hotels in the hills around there,
and plenty of places to visit. Lots of people go there for the weekend from
Bangkok – but mostly Thais, rather than farang. And we both thought you
might like to bring one of your new friends with you. That way, you could
go off and do things together and you'd have some company of your own age.
It might help you to make your new friendship stronger. What do you think?"

"Hmm, nice idea. Let me think about it. If I just left you two lovebirds to
go away on your own, I could still stay here with Non. When were you
thinking of going?"

"Chanita definitely wants to go. So we thought, maybe, next weekend. Unless
you're doing something else then?"

"No, I don't have any plans. Give me a day. I'll talk with my friends and
see who wants to go. And if no-one is interested, I promise I won't come
and be a wall-flower at your date!"  I gave dad another hug and a kiss.

"Thanks, son. And remember – I don't want anything to change between us.
I'll always be your dad and I'll always be here for you. If anything
happens with Chanita that worries you, please come and find me right away.
I definitely don't want you to get hurt or upset."

"OK, dad. Now, I'll go to my room ... and you can phone Chanita – or go out
and meet her – and tell her that you've told me all about her." Dad moved
to give me another friendly punch but I moved away just in time.




The next day was Monday, and I was back at the International School. It was
my first opportunity to catch up with Chakri since he'd left Boy and me at
the bowling rink to travel home with Boy's younger brother, Nut.

During the previous week, our `gang' had found a convenient space in the
school where we could meet up in our free class times – if we got there
first. The International School has a large Resources Centre and Library
for students. This room has a couple of corridors leading off it and a
balcony running around two sides on a higher level. These areas have been
converted into study cubicles where we can do homework and assignments on
our own or in pairs. Right at the end of one of the corridors is a
half-hidden area with a table, two chairs and a bench. We try to occupy
this area before anyone else gets there. This is our regular meeting place
– me, Chakri, Stewart, and sometimes his girlfriend.

Monday afternoon was our first time that Chakri and I could get some time
together. As we shuffled onto the bench behind the table, he gave my leg a
squeeze and let his hand rest there. I got out some books and papers to
make it look as though we were studying.

We talked about Saturday afternoon at the rink, and about our meeting with
Boy and Nut. It was clear that we'd both enjoyed it. We'd confirmed that
Boy was gay and that he was having some kind of sexual relationship with
Tom, as well as working for him and living in his condo.

"What did you do after I left?" asked Nut.

"Oh, we chatted a bit more," I said carefully. "Then we went and did a bit
more bowling. Boy gave me some help with handling the ball and getting it
to go straight." We both laughed at the pun. "Then we went to eat at one of
the street stall nearby. He's really nice – and very friendly." I didn't
want to add too much more at this stage. It felt that what was going on
between Boy and me was too new, too open, too filled with potential for me
to want to commit to any more just now. "But he did suggest that we might
meet up again and do something together before too long."

"Yeah, that would be good."

"And what about you and Nut then. You were chatting away with him for ages.
Then you disappeared off together to go home suddenly," I said.

Chakri looked at me. "I thought you were OK with that. We were just going
in the same direction, so I thought I'd share with him."

"Really?" I exclaimed. "Nothing more?"

I watched as my friend started to get embarrassed.  "Well, he is really
cute. And did you see, he was coming onto me?"

"You were talking to him in Thai in the café."

"Well, his English is not so good, so I was trying to be friendly. Anyway,
he was asking about you and me, and what we'd done together. And he wanted
to know whether I had other boyfriends. And how I knew I was gay. Like, he
was really trying to get information from me about my experiences."

"And you weren't interested in him – NOT!" I joked.

"When we went to the bathroom, he came and stood next to me. I could tell
he was trying to look. So I stood back and let him see me. Actually, he's
more mature than you might think. He told me that he'd been sucking and
wanking with his brother. But he is really cute. Don't you think so? He's
kind of cute and slim, and probably quite horny. He gave me his phone
number and I said I would call him tonight or tomorrow after school and
before he goes to his restaurant job."

After we'd compared notes, I started to tell him about my dad and Chanita.
I wasn't too sure how I felt about it all. I was really pleased for my dad,
but wondered whether this might affect his relationship with me – even
though he'd said that it wouldn't.

I told Chakri: "I mean, in one way, it's great that my dad is finding a new
girlfriend. But also – it's like – you don't think of your parents going
out on a date ... and doing that kind of stuff together."

"She seems very nice when I met her at your house."

"Yeah, I'm sure. She's Thai – so she'll be all polite and respectful and
quite reserved."

"She's quite small and slim. Assuming your dad is as well equipped as you
Toby, that might all be quite a tight fit for her." I gave Chakri a punch.

"What do you know about my dad?"

"Nothing. But I know quite a bit about you when you're hard," he said,
grabbing my crotch beneath the table and squeezing me hard.

"Dad says he wants to take Chanita away for a weekend, out into the country
somewhere. He mentioned some place with a famous bridge ... Kanchanar ...
something. He thinks we might get-to-know-one-another if we go to a good
hotel for a couple of nights.

"What? The three of you sharing a room? I don't think so!"

"No, no. I think he will sleep with Chanita. And I will have my own room.
In fact, he suggested that I bring a friend so that I won't be bored.  I
was wondering, Chakri ... whether you might want to come along for the
weekend. Give me some company, you know. Help to ease the tension a bit.
I'm sure my dad would pay for everything so you wouldn't need to ask your
parents for money."

"You mean, go to Kanchanarburi with you – staying in a top hotel – and
share a room with you? – All night?"

"I guess so. If you wanted to."

"Mmm, that would be fun. We could do lots more together!"

I thought for a moment. Chakri was becoming a good friend. Another gay boy,
who liked playing around, who enjoyed talking about boys and guys with me,
who seemed to be almost as horny as me, who was good-looking in a cute way.
I'd enjoyed the two sessions we'd spent together so far. He seemed very
willing to do what I asked or told him to do. I couldn't really imagine
what a whole weekend would be like with him ... but I could see the
possibilities. He probably wasn't perfect boyfriend material for me - not
that I was looking for a long-term boyfriend just yet - but it would
certainly be fun.

"Mmm," I answered with a fake yawn, "Yeah, I'm sure we could find some way
of passing the time together."




We had two more lessons before school finished for the afternoon. As the
classes ended, I packed up my books and bags and wondered about calling Boy
again - or whether that would show that I was being over-keen. I was
feeling a bit horny though, and wondering how I might amuse myself this
evening. I needed to go to the bathroom before leaving school, so I made my
way downstairs to the boys' toilets. I stepped into one of the cubicles and
closed the door behind me for some privacy. I made myself comfortable on
the seat and pulled out my phone. I hadn't been able to check for any
messages since lunchtime and I flicked through two or three apps to look
for anything interesting.

Normally, I didn't bother opening GayRomeo until I got home just in case
someone was watching me, but for some reasons - maybe because I was feeling
more excited - I clicked on the app and checked the GPS display of guys and
their relative distance from my current location. (I hoped the GPS wasn't
able to know I was sitting on the toilet with my trousers around my ankles!)

I saw a few faces and profiles that I'd seen before but no-one that I
particularly liked. Then I noticed that one of the profiles was showing as
just 40 metres from my current position. If it was accurate, this had to
mean that the guy was somewhere in my school. The profile name was
'PooChai' and I knew enough Thai by now to realise that translated as 'man'
or 'young man'. The profile image was a picture of a naked male statue.

I quickly clicked to open the profile wondering whether I would know who
this person was. I suspected it might be one of the older pupils in our
school. The description immediately caught my attention:

- PooChai
- 20 years old, 5'8" tall, 65-67 kgs [ - so not a pupil then]
- Asian/Mixed Race [ - different]
- Living in Bangkok [ - good]
- No tattoes or body piercings
- Athletic build [ - very nice]
- Versatile / Bottom
- Looking for friends, chat, sex, relationship
- Description: Gay guy of mixed parentage looking for fun and maybe a whole
lot more with the right person. Friendly and funny. Smart and respectable.
Speaks Thai, English, and a little German. Prefer younger guys aged
anything up to 22. Chat me up - I don't bite.

As I scrolled down through the profile wondering just who this guy was, I
noticed there were some photos attached to it. Some were blocked out - and
I already knew from cruising around the website before that these were more
'private' pictures that you couldn't see unless you were a paid-up member
of the site. Still there were four  pictures that I could access. I clicked
on the first one.

Picture #1 showed a smooth brown naked chest, quite well defined, and
beneath that, a pair of grey trackies covering his lower body with a nice
bulge at the front.  Pretty hot!

Picture #2 was taken into a mirror with a flash and showed the back of the
same body wearing nylon swimming trunks. Again no head was visible, but he
had a strong, well-proportioned, muscular butt. It seems this guy works out
and keeps fit.

Picture #3 was difficult to make out. There were a whole lot of young guys
enjoying a drink and a dance together, but it was impossible to see any
details as it was slightly fuzzy, and I couldn't tell who was PooChai or
whether he'd taken the picture himself.

I swiped to the final picture.

Picture #4 was instantly recognisable. The face that was grinning out of my
phone was Charlie's. It looked like he was at a party and he was topless.
No doubt about it. This was the assistant teacher assigned to me as my
mentor. So he probably really was within a hundred metres of where I sat in
the toilet.

I quickly logged out of the app. My head was buzzing. Maybe shock; maybe
surprise; maybe excitement. Unless someone was playing a joke, Charlie was
cruising around on GayRomeo, which could only mean one thing. I needed to
digest this information. I didn't want him to track me back and discover
that I'd been looking at his profile. And I decided that I should really
keep this discovery to myself, at least for now. I wasn't sure what Chakri
or Stewart might do with it. No, just keep it secret for the moment.

I stood up, checked I'd got all my bags and belongings, flushed the toilet,
and walked out of the school. I didn't meet anyone on the way, so I walked
alone down the street, jumped on the Skytrain, and took the tuk-tuk along
our soi to the house.




Hello Journal. Wow, so much has happened in the last few days. Everything
feels like it's all whirling around and I don't know what's going to happen
next. I need to write it all down to make some sense of it all.

(1)
Dad is dating a girlfriend.
The first time I've known him get together with someone since mum left us.
Dad and sex. He's told me he wants to sleep with her. Maybe he already has.
Maybe that happened on Saturday when I went bowling. Or some other time
when he was out working. The idea of dad getting excited and enjoying sex
with someone is both sick, and exciting.

(2)
Sex with Chakri.
Two strips, two wanks together. Lots of horny talk about boys. He's
definitely gay. He knows I'm gay. He seems to like my body. He seems to
like sex and want more. He's got the hots for Nut. I've asked him if he
wants to come on this weekend away with dad and Chanita. We'd be sharing a
bedroom. All night. Just the two of us. What might happen?

(3)
Not quite sex with Boy.
We kissed. He touched me. He felt me up. He came onto me. He's hot. Very
hot. I felt like I wanted to do lots with him. I'm scared that he's playing
with me – maybe he's not serious. I want it to be serious. I want to see
him again. Soon. I don't know how to make it all work out. He's with Tom.
Maybe nothing will happen because he likes Tom so much. Maybe Tom likes
younger guys.  Boy / Tom / me?  What's going to happen?

(4)
Charlie is on GayRomeo.
Unless this is some mistake, my mentor is gay. He doesn't know about me –
but I know about him. He likes young guys. He's got a great body. But he's
my teacher in school. What am I supposed to do? What's going to happen next?

Tell me. What IS going to happen next?


............ to be continued soon in Chapter 10 of Toby's Journal .............

(c) Tom Pickles, 2015   I love reading how the story excites you at
tpickles2@gmail.com.

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