Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2015 20:21:09 +0100 From: tpickles Subject: Boy - Chapter 11 This is a gay, erotic fantasy novel about a relationship between a gay adult man and a gay male youth. It's written for my own entertainment and it's purely fictional. Enjoy! ..................Continued from Chapter 10............ I stood up and undid the button and zip on the shorts as he watched me. They dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. I was commando-style beneath. Boy reached forward to take hold of my member. "Mmmm. And I like looking at you like this too," he said, imitating my earlier remarks, "So good-looking." I smiled and hugged him. "Thank you, beautiful boy." "And don't you think that Teacher should show off how to wear this strap next time, and demonstrate how it works?" "Yeah, maybe. I probably need the next size up." "Yeah, I think you do. And I like my big teacher just like this." "Well, teacher likes being naked around his home too. Let me tell you then. You've got a Grade A for your lesson this afternoon. Don't forget to keep practicing on your own. Now what about those cold drinks you were getting us?" My student gave me another of his amazing smiles. CHAPTER 11 The next couple of days were fun as we both explored aspects of these new roles and `house-rules'. Boy seemed to love the freedom of being nude around the apartment. He wandered around from morning to night without clothes. When friends called, he slipped on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt; as soon as they left, he quickly took them off again. It was fantastic to watch him walking and working around the apartment like this. Sometimes he wore the leather strap to enhance his genitals and push his cock and balls outwards. His bottom was always a delight. Every time he walked away from me, I found my eyes following him and drinking in this rear view. I've seen quite a few bums in my time, but Boy's was pretty-well perfect - smooth, rounded, tanned, hairless, filled, enticing, appealing – just so very sexy. I think he knew it too. He was getting a thrill from flaunting his ass in front of me. Sometimes he wore one of the jockstraps and this simply accentuated my awareness of his bum. There is something about the `covering' that makes what is `revealed' and what is `hidden' even more exciting. Boy loved my touch. With his nude body on display throughout the day, I touched and stroked him often when we passed and when we were together. Mostly they were light touches. I stroked his hair. I rubbed his back. I pinched a nipple. I kissed his lips or somewhere else on his face. At other times he loved it when I stroked his cock with my hand, or played with his ass-cheeks as he walked past. His erections would come and go; I loved the view of him soft, and I adored the view of him hard. Often he had a good strong hard-on in the morning. Other times he would become aroused in the heat of the day, or as we sat together in the living room. I revelled in the fact that he made no attempt to hide himself. Sometimes he made a point of showing me; other times he gave himself a few gentle tugs of pleasure and let his tumescence lie there. And what about me? I'd always enjoyed the freedom of nudity in my own home – it was one of the reasons I chose to live in a warm climate. For the first few weeks of Boy's residency, I'd been careful about modesty so as not to embarrass him – or me. But after our weekend together at the beach resort, and after our sex play `lessons', there seemed little point in maintaining such modesty. After some initial uncertainty, I shucked off my clothes most days and stayed nude until I needed to go out. Boy seemed to appreciate the example I was giving him, and kept encouraging me with his innocent smile. He kept touching me in far more overt ways. He would come up and rub my chest before hugging me. He would gently kiss my lips as I was sitting. He would hold my penis in his fist until he felt my arousal begin. A few times he came up behind me, putting his arms around my waist, and pushing his cock against my backside. I'd wondered what would happen if I became aroused in his presence. Of course it happened. Watching this cute boy parading himself around the apartment all day kept turning me on. Sometimes he left me alone. Other times he made a point of coming up to me and giving my cock attention with his hand or his mouth. Most days there was some form of `sex-play'. We were both playing around with intimacy together and having fun. We both loved the easy access to skin-on-skin touch. Most nights we slept in the same bed. There was wanking – sometimes solo, sometimes together; sometimes in private and sometimes in view of the other. He loved it when I took him in my mouth. And he never tired of wanting to practice his oral techniques on me. Watching him take me in his warm, wet mouth was always amazing. We didn't talk about this too much. Neither of us wanted to be doing head-work on what was happening. I think we both wanted to just enjoy the experiences – to feel them in our bodies, in our sex, in our gut, in our heart. To live them, rather than think them. One afternoon I returned home from a trip into town. It was hot and I was looking forward to a cool shower. I opened the front door of the apartment expecting to be greeted by Boy with a welcome smile and a hot body. There was nothing. I was about to step out of my clothes just inside the door when something stopped me. The door to Boy's own bedroom was almost closed – nothing unusual about that – but there was a low murmur from within. Not wanting to disturb him if he was on his phone, I walked past his room and into my bedroom. I undressed and took a refreshing shower. After checking for messages on my tablet and replying to several emails, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went out into the corridor. I walked past the door to Boy's room which was now lying open. Boy was lying on his bed, dressed in shorts, talking with another lad sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hi, Tom. Did you have a good trip into town?" he asked. I stopped at his door. "Yes, I did, thanks." "This is my brother. He's come to visit me," he said. "Is that OK? I made him some lunch and he's stayed a little longer to chat with me. I've not been home for a couple of weeks. He can go anytime if you would prefer." "That's no problem, Boy. Your family and friends are welcome anytime." Well, almost anytime, I thought. "This is your home too, and I want you to feel free to bring back people that are important to you." I turned to his brother for the first time. "Hello. My name's Tom. Your brother works here and helps me in the apartment. I'm kind of his ... employer." I almost finished the sentence with `teacher'. His brother stood up from the bed and made a small bow towards me, without saying anything. "My brother is called Nut. He's quite shy," interjected Boy. "He's not very confident talking in English, but he probably understands what you say." I made a little bow in reply and gave him what I hoped was a welcoming smile. "I'm very happy to meet you, Nut. Your brother is doing a great job. And it's fun sharing the apartment with him." I couldn't know what Boy might have told him already. From their fully dressed state, and the distance separating them, I guessed that nothing too personal had been shared. As Nut turned to his brother for confirmation or a translation of what I was saying, I looked down and realised I was standing in Boy's bedroom wearing nothing but a bath-towel. Hardly the attire of a respectable employer. "Oops, I think I better go and get dressed properly after my shower," and I turned to go back into my bedroom. I selected a respectable pair of long shorts and a decent short-sleeved shirt as befitting an adult in the presence of a young staff member. When I went back out again, Boy and Nut were in the kitchen together. "There, that's more proper," I said as I approached. "Shall we have a drink together?" This was my first real opportunity to appraise Nut. As I looked at him in profile it was easy to see that he was Boy's brother. Their facial features and their build were similar. Boy was clearly more physically developed than his brother. I guessed he might be twelve to eighteen months older – but it's hard to tell with Asian boys, many of whom have a smaller stature and look younger than their chronological age. He was slightly shorter, with neat cut hair, a slimmer waist, and less developed musculature. His skin was a darker tone. He was wearing baggy shorts, worn low on his hips, with a fashionably low crotch somewhere down towards his knees. An over-sized tee-shirt covered his upper body. All-in-all his attire provided a good disguise to the underlying body. Ah well, I thought. With the same parentage as Boy, the chances were that he would probably develop into something similar ... another adolescent Adonis. The boys chatted together as Boy made us all some drinks and found some snacks in the cupboard. There was laughter and smiles together; they seemed to get on well. We sat down around the coffee table. The two boys continued talking. I picked up some words but the speed and dialect meant that I was pretty well excluded from the conversation. Nut looked at me a couple of times, with almost a question playing across his face, before turning back to his brother and continuing the conversation. I let them talk, listening more to the tone than the substance of their chatter. It was an opportunity to look at Nut more without him being aware of my gaze. He was very like Boy in many ways. They shared some of the same mannerisms – the same easy manner, the same smile, the same soft and appealing face. Yet I also noticed some of Nut's own distinctive features and character. He was a more reserved – perhaps even diffident. He didn't have Boy's confidence, at least not in the presence of an unknown man and a foreigner. He seemed a little more serious. And I noticed he had a habit of pulling at the hem and fabric of his shorts, as if to ensure he was fully covered. He sipped his drink in small amounts and barely touched the snack food on the coffee table before him. Several minutes later Boy turned to me and brought me into their conversation. "The school holiday started last week and my brother has lots of spare time. He's looking for some part-time work." I immediately wondered whether Boy wanted me to employ his brother as well, but I didn't see any way in which I could realistically justify that – and it would really complicate the present state of the relationship with Boy. Boy continued: "He thinks he might be able to help out evenings in a restaurant not far from here – clearing tables, washing plates, maybe some serving of customers when they're really busy." "That sounds ideal," I replied enthusiastically, "I don't suppose the money will be great, but it will certainly be more that staying home all day. And he'll be earning his own money to spend as he wants." "Yes, though he'll give money to mum as well, like I do." "Of course," I replied, knowing how families were often dependent on income from several different members. "Every good son can help their parents." "He hopes to start sometime next week, Tom. There's one difficulty though. With the school holidays started, my mum's already arranged to go away next week to visit her sister for a few days. She was going to take Nut with her for a little trip. But if the restaurant wants him to start soon, he needs to stay around, or he might lose the job." "Yes, I understand. How long is your mum likely to be away? Does she trust Nut to look after himself on his own?" "Maybe just for two or three nights; four at most. But she's never left Nut alone before. There's always been me there before to keep an eye on things. She's worried he might get into trouble, or let his friends into the house, or something will go wrong. Mum doesn't realise he's growing up. She still sees him at the little one that needs looking after." "Well, I don't think you're brother is that little anymore," I joked. Nut was looking between the two of us as this conversation continued. "No. He'll probably leave school in a year or two anyway. I could go back home for a few days and take care of everything. Maybe I could come back here for a couple of hours each day to look after your apartment, Tom." "Where did you say he was hoping to work?" "At the steak house towards the main junction going out of town from here," Boy replied. "Oh, that's only a few minutes walk from here. Well, if you want, I don't mind if Nut stays here for a few nights. I don't think he's likely to wreck the place. And you could keep an eye on him. Maybe the two of you could spend some time together and go off on a day-trip. I guess it depends on whether you're happy to share some of your space with him. Or whether you would prefer to take care of things at your mum's and live there." They both looked at me. I couldn't tell what each was thinking, or how much Nut had understood of what I'd been saying. Then Boy grinned. "Are you sure, Tom? I think that would be good. Getting a job is going to help Nut grow up. And living somewhere different for a few days might help him see things differently. "I'm ok with that, really, Boy." And after a moment, I added, "Though there are probably a few things we'd need to work out." "What do you mean?" he enquired with a frown. "You mean, like some rent, or food?" "No, no, of course not, nothing like that. I'm just wondering where he would sleep." And after a pause, added "And we'd need to tell the security people, and make sure your brother could get in and out." "Oh, yeah. I hope we can sort all that out. Let me see what he thinks." Boy turned to Nut and for a couple of minutes explained what we'd been proposing. Nut had some questions, and his brother seemed to satisfy him with the answers. Boy turned to me again. "He says `thank you very much'. If it's not too much trouble for you, he will stay here just for a night or two. He promises to be very quiet, and keep out of the way, and not be any trouble." Nut turned to face me and gave me a shy smile. "Thank you, Mister Tom." After a few more minutes of conversation between them, Nut got up to leave, collecting his shoes from the door, smiling at me again, and saying good-bye to his brother. I said we'd look forward to seeing him again in a few days. Boy and I didn't immediately talk more about this arrangement. I had some calls to make, and he needed to go to the market. It was only later that we had a chance to be together again in our now customary habit of undress. I was lying out on the balcony, using one of the sun-loungers to catch some rays. The apartment was at the top of the building so we weren't over-looked, but just to be sure, I often draped a towel over the low front rail. The balcony was a good size, caught a lot of day-time sun, and could only really be viewed from the other side of the sliding doors to the living room. I was pleasantly day-dreaming, remembering how comfortable and happy I was feeling with Boy around. I lay on my back, a light oiling of sun-cream on my body, my legs apart; I took particular care to ensure that the less-frequently exposed areas of my skin were adequately protected from the UV! I heard Boy return from the market and put the fish and vegetables into the fridge. He slid open the doors to the balcony. "I'm just going for a quick shower. Can I join you afterwards for some sun before I start making dinner?" "Sure. There's no hurry. I can help you later and we can eat after it gets dark." I imagined him stepping out of his clothes and letting the water run over his body. A very pleasant thought. A few minutes later he stepped back out onto the balcony, drying his hair with a towel, unconcerned as usual by his nakedness. He spread the towel out on the sun-lounger beside me and lay down to dry off. I looked across at his smooth, tanned features. He looked every inch the maturing adolescent , growing increasingly confident in his own body. The `teaching' he was getting seemed to be helping him become more self-assured, more at ease with his young self, more mature even, if that wasn't too much of a contradiction. "We won't be able to do this when you're brother's here next week," I said. "No, maybe not quite the same," he replied, "but hey, I don't know what he expects. He's not a young school-kid anymore." "Well, you know I love being your Teacher, Boy. I'm very happy that Nut's coming to stay. I just don't want to embarrass him, or put him in any difficult situation." "Like what, Tom?" "Well, maybe we should keep our clothes on when he's around." "Or ... make him take his off too," he laughed. "After all, he won't ever have done that at home with mum." "I'm not sure how I'll be able to stop touching you, my little student. I've got so used to it now." "Perhaps he needs a teacher too." "Don't go putting ideas into my head," I replied, "One always-horny student is quite a hand-full just now." "He's growing up too, Tom. I'm sure he's been experimenting and playing already. He's old enough to be doing stuff. I certainly was at his age." "And you've never stopped since," I laughed. "Teacher says: do you want some sun-cream on before your skin goes any darker?" "Mmm, yes please, teacher." "Come here then." I propped the back of my sun-lounger up a little and made space between my legs. He got up from his lounger and moved across to sit on mine. "Sit between my legs and lie back into me and I'll spread the cream." He did as I asked, his legs fitting neatly between my spread thighs. I squirted some oil into my hands and reached as far forward as I could go. I rubbed the oil into his feet and legs, working up his shins and over his knees. I moved onto his thighs, feeling the muscles and spreading the oil from the outside to the inside of each leg. He sighed and relaxed into it, resting his hands on my thighs. I squeezed some more oil and applied it to his arms, running my fingers up into his armpits. I moved across his shoulders and into his throat and neck. I pushed his head forward and away from me slightly, and then very gently spread some oil into his scalp, down his nose, over his cheeks and ears, and back over his chin. As I did so, I gently kissed the back of his neck from behind, and took each earlobe into my mouth. "Nice, he commented, "You can do that again, Teacher." So I did. The sun was bearing down on us as we shared the lounger on the balcony. Boy's skin was beautifully warm to the touch. With my arms reaching around him, I spread the oil across his chest, giving his nipples plenty of extra attention. When I came back to them for a second time, they'd started to harden. I moved down to rub his stomach, gently tweaking his belly-button as I went, before moving on his taught abdomen. I let my hands rest on his hips as he lay back into my chest, breathing evenly. "I just love it, Teacher, when you use your hands like that on me. It makes me feel very safe." I kissed the back of his head. "Thank you, my pupil. You know I love touching your body." "Are you going to stop there?" he enquired, "There are still bits of my body that I want tanned, but not burnt!" And he lifted my hands from his hips and placed them at the top of his legs. I moved the flat of my hands around, playing with him. I stroked down his thighs and back up the insides. I moved my palms around his genitals without touching them. I let my fingers wander into his pubic hair. Then I spread outwards again, over his hips and around towards his butt-cheeks which were resting against my inner thighs. I massaged him there for a time. Then very slowly I brought my hands back across his upper legs and reached into his root. I used a couple of fingers to push into his perineum and my other hand stroked and played with his balls. They felt weighty in their sack resting against his smooth thigh. I could feel his cock resting sideways in the V at the top of his left leg, with my wrist. As I played, I could feel his cock filling with blood and moving upwards against my arm. I moved one hand to hold him as he became erect. I smeared the pre-cum from the tip onto his foreskin and gently pulled it back, making him fully erect and hard. As I continued to play with his balls, I wet the palm of my other hand with his juice, and used it to lubricate his shaft. Then I started stroking him firmly and rhythmically. "Mmm, that's so nice, Teacher. I really like my lessons with you." I kept up the stroking rhythm, and alternated my other hand between his nipples and his balls as he continued to lie back against me. "Does this feel good for you, Tom?" he asked. "Yes, of course it does, sexy boy." "And do you want to play with my brother like this too?" That stopped me. I knew immediately what he meant, but I didn't know what to say. I played safe. "You're quite enough of a handful, Boy," I replied, as I squeezed my hand on him and wanked him harder. "Anyway, I'm not really into young boys, you know." "He's not a little boy any longer. He's growing up. Very soon he'll be just like me. And you like my body." "From what I could see, he looks quite a lot like you already physically. He's probably not as strong or as fit as you yet. He's going to be another cutie like his big brother." I could picture him as he sat in the living room earlier. "Yeah, he's definitely been growing up this year – I can really see the difference." As this conversation developed I continued to sensually pleasure Boy on his cock, his balls, and his nipples. I'd been flaccid until now, but was aware of a stirring in my groin. I wasn't sure if the excitement was coming from pleasuring Boy, or from the talk about Nut. "Have you been checking him out then, Boy? Or have you been teaching him some stuff and making out together?" "Oh, don't stop wanking me, please. I'm feeling so hot here between your legs and in the sun. I need to cum." He paused, then continued, "No, I've not really played with Nut like that. At home, we've shared a bedroom together with just one bed. That's quite common in families here you know. So I've seen him getting dressed and undressed. He was just an ordinary little boy until a year or two ago, but now he's developing into a man, especially down there. He's seen me naked quite a few times. I don't hide it in the bedroom .." "... You don't hide it anywhere," I joked. "Yes, I like being free but it's difficult at home, so I can only do it in the bedroom. Nut seems me without my clothes. I've seen him looking at me as I developed. I guess he was comparing himself to me." My erection had taken hold by now but was squashed up behind Boy's back. "Just a moment, if you want me to keep stroking you, I need to move to get more comfortable. Lean forward a moment." He did, and I was able to release the backrest of the sun-lounger and put it back to a low angle. Boy looked down behind him, saw my boner, and smiled. "Mmm, that looks good too," he said, giving me a quick couple of strokes. "Ok, lie back down on top of me again, but a bit higher up this time." He lifted himself up with his arms and legs and moved his ass up from between my legs. I took hold of his ass-cheeks, squeezed them, and guided them up above my abdomen. "Good, you can lie down again on me." "Am I too heavy?" "No. I want to be able to play with all of you." "With me, or with Nut, Mister Teacher?" "With you, you sexy, cute, horny, hard, beautiful Student." I started playing rapidly with as many sensitive part of his body as I could reach, using strong and rougher movements. He wriggled and squirmed on my body, his arms and legs thrashing about, very obviously turned on. His movements were more than enough to excite me. My cock was very hard by now, lying beneath his crack. I pushed his butt up into the air with both hands to release my dick. I pushed him slightly further up my body. I lined my cock up between his thighs. "Spread you legs a bit more," I told him. "Ok, now you can go back down again onto me." As he lowered his ass, my hard cock was jammed right in between his legs, pushing into his root and his balls. "Wow, that feels great, Teacher." "I don't think I could do this with your brother." And even as I said this, my cock jumped and tried to push into him further. "I think he knows all about wanking already. He's seen me hard in the shower and looked at me soaping and touching myself. And a couple of times at least he's caught me wanking in the bed when I thought he was asleep. He wanted to watch me do it and cum. I think he goes into the bathroom to do it. But I don't know what he's thinking about – whether it's girls or boys." I started humping my cock into his root as Boy told the story of his brother. I was horny enough now to want to make him erupt and shoot his load. I increased the pressure in my hand, living him strong, long strokes, pulling his foreskin all the way up and back, using his leaking pre-cum to lubricate everything in my hand. My hand roamed all over his chest and abdomen, pinching and rubbing his nipples. My face now had access to his head, and I started licking and kissing his neck, his ears, and as far round his face as I could get. As I played with his balls, my engorged cock slipped out from behind them and sprang up vertically. I pushed his body down slightly so that my cock was rubbing tight against his perineum and his balls as they pulled up into his body. I could see my enlarged cock-head rising above the level of his thighs. "Squeeze me, Boy. Squeeze my cock hard with your legs." As he did so, he began pumping upwards with his body, lifting his ass of my abdomen. "Harder, please, harder." I tightened my grip and really wanked him fast and furious. I could feel my own cum rising with the friction from his thighs. "I'm cumming." "I'm cumming." I felt and watched a string a cum fountain out of me and land back on Boy's cock and my fist. Almost immediately, he shot his load, with bursts of jism landing on his chest and abdomen, with more on my fist. We both slowed the pace and gradually came to rest, breathing heavily, without speaking. After a minute or two, I scooped up some cum and brought it to my mouth. I then offered him some and he licked my fingers. After another minute he squirmed around onto his belly and looked down into my face. "How did I do with that lesson?" "Excellent. Just keep practicing." I kissed him on the lips. "You're a brilliant student." "How about a shower to clean up the mess, and then you wanted to help me with dinner?" ................. to be continued in Chapter 12 (c) Tom Pickles, 2015 Please continue emailing tpickles2@gmail.com and telling me your reactions. And please support Nifty to keep publishing at http://donate.nifty.org/.