Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2015 21:05:55 +0100 From: tpickles Subject: Boy - Chapter 12 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 11 ...................... "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, Teacher?" "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?" CHAPTER 12 Boy's mother went away to visit her sister early the following week, and Nut came to stay at the apartment. Boy had made a big effort to tidy the apartment, cleaning the windows and the tiles and all the porcelain. He'd asked me if I would buy some foods that his brother especially liked – a mixture of both western and Asian foods. There were also several bottles of fizzy drinks, plenty of snack foods, and some biscuits. We weren't going to starve over the next few days. It was like Boy wanted to impress his brother and put on a good show. I watched with amusement. If Nut was like most boys I knew, he would be leaving things out all over the place, and everything soon would be a mess. Still, I knew that Asians liked things to be clean and respectable, so maybe this was all necessary. Or maybe Boy just wanted to show Nut how much he'd grown up and become responsible since working for me. He and I had discussed where Nut should sleep. There were three bedrooms in the apartment. My master bedroom and en-suite bathroom. The guest bedroom which used the house bathroom. And a third smaller room that Boy had been using – before he started coming into my bed – and which he still used for his clothes and the other gear he'd brought with him. Boy didn't want to give him the guest bedroom. He felt Nut would prefer something smaller and would want to be closer to him; they'd shared a bedroom at home for years, they liked to talk together, and it would be less scary for Nut when he was staying in an unfamiliar place. I was fine with this arrangement. "So, you're going to share the bedroom with Nut whilst he's here?" I enquired. "Yes, maybe. That's what he'll expect." "Oh good, maybe I'll get some sleep for a few nights," I joked. Boy punched me playfully. "We'll still have plenty of time when he's out working at the restaurant. And I might sneak back in to your room when he's asleep for a few hours." We talked about nudity and clothing, and agreed that we would both stay covered up when Nut was around. "Unless he takes his kit off," added Boy. "I don't think that's very likely – unless you bribe him," I responded. We drove over to his mother's house on Monday to collect Nut and his bag. I'd met his mother before and she was always very friendly and polite towards me. I had no idea what she might be thinking was happening with Boy as he worked for me. I'm sure she appreciated the extra money that Boy was able to bring into the household. Nut was waiting for us in a pair of torn jeans, a yellow and green tee-shirt, and a baseball cap. I'm sure he was clean, but he just looked scruffy. Probably the current boy-fashion, I thought. We put his pack into the boot and climbed into the car, after wishing his mother an enjoyable few days away. Nut arrived with a backpack of his stuff. A few spare clothes, I guessed, and some things to wear for work. Boy showed him where to put it in his bedroom. After that, Boy tidied up the kitchen (again!) and made everyone a drink. He showed Nut all over the apartment, which didn't take long, pointing out my bedroom but not taking him in there. The whole place was much bigger than their traditional village house, although I didn't have any accompanying land or garden outside. "Nowhere to keep chickens," Boy had pointed out before. Nut liked the balconies and stood out there to look at the view and spot landmarks in town. I decided to clear out of the way for a time and let Nut settle in on his own terms without having to be polite and careful around me. I went into town for some lunch, and then continued with some shopping and a visit to some other ex-pat friends. It was late afternoon when I returned home. Both boys were in the apartment but only Boy was visible. "Where's Nut?" I asked. "He's having a shower and then he's going to get changed for his first evening at the restaurant." Sure enough, I heard the bathroom door open and a few minutes later Nut appeared in the living room. The restaurant where he was to work in the holidays was reasonably smart. I'd wondered if they would provide him with a uniform, but it seemed unlikely. It was smart, but not that smart. Nut said that some of the waiters worn jeans to work, but most of his jeans were too old or their style was too faded and worn. I guess they'd all had had use in his everyday rough-and-tumble boy lifestyle. So he appeared before us wearing a version of his school clothing. The baseball cap was gone. In its place was an unruly head of black hair, longer than most kids were wearing it. The fringe at the front came over his forehead. At the side, the hair was long enough to cover the top of his ears. It was thick and he'd made an attempt to comb it. Beneath the hair appeared a newly-revealed, angelic boy face which was scrubbed and tidy. Nut seemed unsure whether to smile or appear more surly in an appearance which was so clearly different to what he preferred. In the end, he just stood there as we looked him over. He wore a standard white short-sleeved shirt with a little collar and some buttons. His black, school belt tight around his slim waist, held up a pair of dark trousers. These might have been school-wear or from some other kind of uniform. The legs were slim and tapered, showing off his body structure, whilst the upper part was stretched tight across his hips and backside. The hem of his underwear was just outlined in the tight fabric. His overall smartness was rather let down by a pair of mis-matched socks disappearing into some scuffed trainers. "I might not recognise you as my brother," commented Boy. "You look very presentable, Nut, and just right for a smart restaurant," I added, as Boy translated. Nut smiled awkwardly and spoke to his brother. Boy went to fetch his motorbike key and offered to drive Nut to work on his first evening. As they turned and left the apartment together, my eyes were focused on Nut's cute ass within the stretched backside of his trousers. He definitely had Boy's looks there – just a slightly smaller version of the same butt. Boy returned twenty minutes later and reported that Nut had reported for work and been assigned to one of the experienced, older waiters who would show him what to do. He'd looked neater than most of the other staff. The restaurant was beginning to fill up with people going home from work, so it was likely to be a busy night. He might get home around 10.30pm when most places had closed up for the night. Boy and I sat up watching TV. We wanted to be around when Nut returned to check everything was OK with him. We sat close together flicking channels and touching each other from time to time. We were both conscious that having Nut in the apartment for a few days was changing the dynamic between us. I'd given Nut a key to let himself back into the building and the apartment, and he re-appeared around the time Boy had predicted. His shirt was no longer the same clean white colour. He disappeared into his bedroom and came back out wearing a ripped tee-shirt and some long shorts looking a lot more comfortable. He and Boy sat talking together for some time. Nut was more animated and talkative than I'd seen him before. Evidently there was a lot to report about his first work experience. Twenty minutes later, Nut stood up, stretched, and retired to their bedroom. He came back out with a towel, and without his tee-shirt, to take a shower, and then went to bed, closing the door behind him. Boy told me that he'd been waiting on the tables, serving food to the customers and clearing away plates, and then later he'd been washing plates and pans in the kitchens. He'd been given a couple of drinks, but there had been no real breaks. He'd gone to bed because he was physically tired. Boy said he would also go to bed so that Nut was not alone. We stood and kissed each other. I rubbed my hands down his back and over his backside, suddenly missing the familiar intimacy between us. Boy said he would miss curling up with me in the big bed, and touching me. I went to my room and took a long shower. I left the curtains ajar as I liked the soft night lights and got in beneath the sheet. I lay there listening to the quiet sounds of the city outside filtered through the windows. I strained to hear anything from the third bedroom, but all was quiet. I gradually fell into a pleasant sleep alone. Some hours must have passed before I was awoken by a movement on the bed. A hand reached out and rested on my hip. I turned over and looked at Boy who was lying next to me. He leaned towards me and moved in, chest to chest. "Hey, what about Nut?" I asked. "Sshhh, not so loud. I don't want him to wake up. It felt different in that room. I missed having your body near me, Tom." He reached down and took hold of me, and started playing. "I thought you wanted no noise. But I missed you too. It's only for a few days though." "Can I just stay for a bit? I'll go back to the bedroom before he wakes up," he whispered. We cuddled in to each other, holding and stroking gently. I kissed his forehead. "OK, but not for long then." So much for good intentions. When I woke next, daylight was falling across the bed from the windows and Boy was still lying asleep next to me in the bed. Some noise had woken me, and I looked up to see Nut standing in the doorway wearing his ripped tee-shirt and some briefs. His hair was tousled and there was sleep in his eyes still. He was watching us. I looked at the bedside clock to check that it was waking up time. Then I shook Boy's shoulders. "Hey, Boy, your brother is awake already, and standing at the door." "Uhh," he mouthed, still asleep. Then he raised himself on one elbow and looked to the door. He grinned at his brother and started talking with him. Most of the conversation was coming from Boy, with just a few responses from Nut. Nut didn't seem too concerned; just somewhat confused by the unexpected discovery of being on his own in one bed, and his brother de-camped to another. They chatted for another couple of minutes and I struggled to follow the conversation, but it was all good-humoured, and no-one seemed embarrassed or upset. Eventually, Boy waved his brother to come into the room and pushed back the sheet on his side of the bed as an invitation to Nut to get into this bed. Nut looked across at me as if to check my reaction, and then walked quietly across and slid in beside his brother, turning away from us as he did. Boy moved behind Nut and gave him a fraternal cuddle of reassurance. Nut relaxed a bit, and moved to lie on his back, his head resting on the pillows. Boy turned back to me. "I told him everything was OK, and that sometimes you and I slept in the same bed, just like he and I did at home. That it felt good to be close to someone else when you're sleeping. I told him about the thunderstorm when I was scared on my own, and how you'd let me sleep here with you and how it felt safer together." "And what did he say? Didn't he think it was unusual for you to be with me?" "He's shared a bed with me at mum's house for a long time. He says he feels lonely now that I've moved out to stay here. I think maybe he misses me being around. And he's growing up now. He knows about sex, and everyone knows about men playing around with local kids in the tourist cities here. He doesn't seem surprised or shocked or anything." "I see," I said, thinking. "And he asked, if I'm going to sleep in your bed again tonight, could he come here too because he doesn't want to be on his own." I looked past Boy at Nut lying on the other side of the bed. I guessed he probably understood more of our conversation in English than I had realised previously. He was looking at me with his eyes and his cute face. I had a mental image of him standing in his restaurant clothes last night, showing his slim tight body. The memory was stirring me. "What do you want? He's your brother. And I feel kind-of responsible for him a bit whilst he's here?" I asked Boy. "Well, it's OK by me. I'm used to sharing a bed with Nut. And this is a big bed. But it's up to you – Teacher - really." Now he was teasing me. "I think you'd like it – I mean, having him in the same bed!" And he moved his hand to hold my thickening cock beneath the bed-cover. Boy looked at his brother and smiled, saying something in a local dialect before I'd had time to reply. Nut gave a big grin, squirmed in the bed, and looked very happy. "That's settled then," said Boy as he turned back to me, "And now I'm desperate for a pee." He was in the middle of the bed, so to get out he had to climb over either me or Nut. He chose his brother. I realised Boy was naked; he must have taken off his pants when he moved beds in the night. Not only naked, but also very erect – though whether from the conversation about Nut, or from his full morning bladder, I couldn't tell. There was no way Nut could avoid seeing it as Boy stretched across him to reach the floor. In fact, Boy's cock may have brushed him as he climbed over his brother. He walked unselfconsciously across the bedroom and into the bathroom as we both watched his cute butt. As the door was half-closed, Nut and I looked at each other; we both smiled, and then Nut laughed with pleasure. I noticed his hand move down to touch himself. We both heard the long sound of Boy peeing into the toilet. After washing his hands, he reappeared, walking back to the bed, with his cock more than half-hard. This time he climbed in over my body. He rolled over me, making sure that his semi-erection had a prolonged contact with my abdomen, and that his brother would notice it. Nut stared at us both, and touched himself again. There was little chance of any more sleep after all this. I needed to relieve myself too. `What the hell,' I thought, as I pushed back the covers and stood up. I knew that both boys were watching me. I tried to walk nonchalantly across the floor, my thickened cock and hung balls swinging before me; I couldn't carry it off with the same ease as Boy. I made it to the bathroom and pushed the door to, knowing that Nut had certainly had a big eye-full of male, western cock. If he'd never seen fully mature, masculine genitalia before, he had now. I couldn't trust myself to reverse the walk of exposure as my erection had continued to strengthen following such exhibitionism in the presence of the cute, young teenager. I turned on the taps and gave myself a long cooling shower and a shave before wrapping a towel around my waist to emerge after ten minutes. The bedroom was empty of boys. I found a pair of clean, fresh shorts in my wardrobe and stepped into them before walking out of the bedroom and into the living room. Both boys were there preparing breakfast and laying out the table. They looked up as I walked in, and smiled a welcome. Boy had been naked in the bed, but now he was half-clothed: he'd found a baggy tee-shirt which covered his upper half. As he moved around, the tee-shirt waved around him. His gorgeous butt was half-visible; his cock-head peeped out beneath the front at times as he turned around. Nut seemed to be wearing the same outfit that he'd slept in. The ripped tee-shirt still hung from his shoulders over his slim frame. The boy-briefs covered below, leaving his thighs, legs and feet fully exposed. This might not be the casual nudity that Boy and I had been living in recent weeks, but I could certainly live with the prospect of two very attractive boys dressing like this around the apartment for the next few days. The mood in the room after the earlier bed-share seemed light. I didn't know what Boy and Nut might have been saying to each other whilst I showered, but there was no tension. Nut in particular seemed more relaxed than I'd ever seen him. Boy poured me some coffee and I sat down at the table to eat breakfast with the two teenagers. Boy sat across the table from me with his meal. Nut slid in beside me on the bench until he was close. His knee seemed to rest or touch against my shorts at times, and he made no effort to move further away. We chatted together, without any reference to the sleeping arrangements, until the boys got up to clear away and started making plans for their day. I had some paperwork to sort and complete that day, and settled down for a day in front of the laptop. Boy offered to go out with his brother. The two of them spent some time on their phones and then went to their bedroom to put on some clothes before setting out. I guessed they were going somewhere on Boy's motorcycle. The apartment was quiet for a few hours. I enjoyed a day to myself and found some time to relax in the sun on the balcony. The boys returned in mid-afternoon. They were chatting away and seemed to have enjoyed their trip. Both boys slipped back into the same semi-clothed state they'd been in at breakfast. Very nice! Around 4.30, Nut needed to start getting ready to go out to the restaurant for his evening duties. He disappeared into the bathroom for a shower and to freshen up. When he reappeared fifteen minutes later, he was wearing just a clean pair of boys' briefs. He gave an armful of dirty clothes to Boy for the laundry. Without his customary over-large clothes, his youthful body looked quite slim. His chest, arms and legs were entirely hairless, of course. The briefs clung to his hips and ass, the elastic holding to his upper thighs. The bulge at the front was nicely filled-out for a boy of his age, without giving away too much. He stayed around in the living room for a few minutes chatting to Boy as he gave us both a good chance to look over his body. Eventually, Boy must have reminded him of the time and the need to get ready for his work; he gave him a playful slap on the butt as he turned to walk away. Five minutes later, Nut reappeared from his room dressed again in a white shirt and dark school-trousers, with his trademark scruffy trainers. Boy took him downstairs and gave him a lift to the restaurant. As Boy and I sat down to a meal later that evening, I asked him how his brother was doing, whether he was comfortable here, and what he'd said about his stay at the apartment. "He's OK I think. This is certainly the first time he's been working. And probably one of the few times he's stayed away from our home. He's been on school camps before with his friends, but this is quite different. It's easier for him knowing that I'm here." "It's great that you're spending good time with him, and taking care of him." "Mmm. A bit like you're taking care of me," he giggled. "Well, I don't think that's quite the same ... and you did desert him in the bedroom last night when you left him on his own." "He asked me again on the way to work if I was going to be sleeping in the same bed with you tonight, and whether he could sleep there too." "What do you want Boy? If you're happy for Nut to do that, then that's fine with me," I replied. "Good. We can let him. I think he likes having people around him. Maybe he can sleep in the middle." "Is that a good idea? I mean, if we're sleeping with almost no clothes on. He's still quite young." "He's a little younger than me, but he's definitely growing up fast. I saw him in the shower today, and he's all there. Last year he was talking about a girlfriend – but he wouldn't have done anything with her. I guess he already knows all about how to enjoy himself." "I don't want to give him the wrong idea, Boy," I said, in my most adult voice. He laughed. "You won't! But he was very surprised when you went to the bathroom this morning. He checked out your body and your half-hard cock and the hair around it and over your balls. He'd never seen a naked man before – certainly not a farang man. He didn't know you could be so big. He asked me if I'd ever seen you hard." "And what did you tell him?" "I said Yes. Because there were just the two of us men in the apartment together, we didn't need to hide, and so we'd seen each other in the shower and walking around the apartment. I told him you'd seen me wanking off, and I'd seen you with a big erection. He asked me how big it was. That's why I just wore the tee-shirt today, so he could see it was ok to be seen here. You don't need to put your clothes on in front of him, Tom. You're contributing to his education as a grown-up!" "Hmmm, maybe." "But he was pretty stunned by seeing your body this morning. It made him a little embarrassed about his own. He can be quite shy. I think maybe he's hoping to see more if he comes in the bedroom again to sleep." "Well, I just think we need to be careful and not scare him or make him uncomfortable." We both let the matter drop there for the time being. I had some calls to make and Boy switched on the TV for some entertainment. The atmosphere was pretty relaxed despite my adult concerns about Nut. Boy was trying to reassure me that his brother was pretty sharp and knew `what's-what' about growing up as a man. With the two of them talking together in Thai it was difficult for me to assess the situation. I'd only really met Nut a few days before. Now he was living in the apartment, at least for a short time. He seemed shy and less mature, but I was only really comparing him to this older brother. They'd grown up together throughout Nut's life – same home, same school, same bedroom. Thai boys were often more mature than they looked. Life is harder for less-well-off families here, so kids often had to grow up quicker. They needed to find a way to survive and to help bring some money into the family. Nut seemed like a really nice teenager who would be an asset to his family, like his brother, and who would hopefully increase in confidence as he gained more experience of the world. Maybe working this summer, and staying somewhere else was all a part of this. How much more growing up would he experience? ...................... to be continued soon in Chapter 13 ................. (c) Tom Pickles, 2015 Please continue emailing tpickles2@gmail.com and telling me your reactions. 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