Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2015 13:02:16 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy - Chapter 17

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. WARNING: There is reference to a girl in this
chapter - though the gay storyline is not changing. If you dislike the
reference, please skip to the next chapter. For more about young Toby's
story you can read his journal at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/toby/.

......................... the ending of Chapter 16 ..........................

"How about sliding that rubber dildo into either of them? I reckon Toby
could take it. Which one do you want to play with Tom?"

I closed my eyes for a moment envisaging the scene. "Yes, Toby is a very
good-looking teenage boy. And Chakri is very like your brother Nut."

"Oh yes, I can see my brother wanting to get a good feel of him."

"But we don't know whether they do anything like that," I objected.

"Well how about we try and meet them again?" said Boy. "I get the feeling
that they definitely do something, and they were obviously taking notice of
you and me. Don't you think they might be doing something together?"

"Like what?"

"Like are they just friends, or are they playing around together? I hope
so!"

We continued to speculate as we finished our drinks and made our way home.


CHAPTER 17

It was the weekend of our island trip to Koh Samet with Boy's older cousin,
Thaksin and his latest girlfriend who it turned out was called Samorn. The
plan was for everyone to travel from Bangkok in my car after work on
Friday. It's 2-3 hours from Bangkok on a good run if the traffic is not too
bad. Samorn's family owned or managed a small beach resort at the far
southern end of the island and Thaksin had managed to arrange some
bungalows for us. Boy and I had packed a lightweight bag for the weekend
with some beachwear. Having been to the popular island of Koh Samet before,
I knew that it was a much simpler place than our last trip to a more
up-market resort hotel on the mainland a few weeks before.

We set off from the apartment in the late afternoon to navigate our way
through the city traffic. We picked up Thaksin from outside the bank where
he worked, and shortly afterwards Samorn was waiting for us outside a busy
market area. It was slow going out of the city until we managed to get up
onto the elevated expressway; then we could pick up some speed and begin to
make better time towards the port from which the ferries to Koh Samet
departed.

Boy sat in the front of the car alongside me, turning round frequently to
chat to his cousin. They clearly knew each other well. This was the first
time I'd met Thaksin. I reckoned he was about 18 or 19, well spoken and
polite, still wearing his smart office-wear from the office. He was quite
well-built, maybe even muscular. I guessed he probably worked-out on a
regular basis. Neatly groomed, smooth shaved with short-cut black hair.

His girlfriend, Samorn, looked completely different with her petite,
model-like appearance. She looked like so many young Thai girls. It was
difficult to know her age. I assumed she had left school and was probably
doing some kind of work, but when I looked at her in the mirror, she looked
quite young to me. She was relatively short compared to Thaksin, slim and
petite, with small pointed breasts inside her blouse, and a short, dark
skirt fastened at her narrow waist with a belt. The skirt rode up to reveal
a considerable expanse of brown-skinned thigh.

Thaksin spoke reasonable English as this is a requirement for bank staff
working in a busy city-centre branch. He spoke with Boy and me in a mixture
of Thai and English, swapping from one to the other as necessary to
maintain conversation. Samorn spoke very little, and when she did it was
exclusively in Thai. I watched her in the mirror, as she looked out of the
side window, and then from Boy to Thaksin as she listened to their chatter.
I could see that Thaksin's hand rested on her exposed thigh. Whilst he
talked his hand was moving around on her leg, sometimes straying up under
the hem of her skirt. Samorn did nothing to stop him; neither did she seem
to react particularly to this attention.

It had been dark for almost two hours when we arrived at the ferry pier.
Although the sea crossing was usually only around 20-30 minutes in a fleet
of wooden ferryboats, they stopped working for the day when it got dark. We
parked the car and carried our bags to the pier. Several private boat
owners were still operating, offering to take the Friday night arrivals
direct to their resorts by speedboat. Samorn seemed to know some of the
boat owners and she and Thaksin went off to negotiate a deal. Ten minutes
later the four of us were climbing down into a speedboat for this express
taxi service direct to our resort. Whilst more expensive, this method of
arriving was very much quicker. We bounced over the water with two powerful
jet engines propelling the fibreglass boat forward at high speed. Samorn's
family resort was at the quieter southern end of the island which would
have required a 40-minute rough ride by truck from the main landing pier
for the island; the speedboat took us directly to the southern end and
backed up onto the beach immediately in front of the resort's beach-side
restaurant.

We climbed out with our bags, paid off the boat owner, and were met by
three people from the resort. The man in charge turned out to be some
relative or uncle of Samorn's who either owned or managed the resort on
behalf of the family. He greeted Samorn who in turn introduced each of us
to him. Waiting just behind this `uncle' were a couple of boys in jeans and
t-shirts who I assumed were part of the extended family. They stepped
forward to pick up our bags. All seven of us then walked off up the beach,
through the restaurant area and towards a row of a dozen bungalows.

These were much more primitive than the typical resort accommodation that
you find on the mainland. The bungalows were built primarily of local wood
with thatched roofs, rattan walls, and a wooden veranda at the front
overlooking the beach. A small rear extension to each bungalow was made of
concrete and housed the shower and toilet facilities. I knew these
bungalows offered simple and relatively inexpensive accommodation: a bed,
maybe a couple of chairs, a table and ancient TV, nylon curtains over the
windows, a fan, and if you were lucky, a noisy air-con unit. The bathroom
opened off the bedroom and usually offered a shower stall with an
inefficient water-heater, a toilet, basin and perhaps a cracked mirror.
Typical island accommodation for tourists and visitors.

`Uncle' led us to a bungalow and signalled for us all to climb the steps
onto the veranda where he proceeded to unlock the door. Thaksin and Samorn
entered behind `uncle' and the two boys. I waited outside, expecting to be
taken on to our bungalow. After a moment, `uncle' looked outside and spoke
briefly to Boy.

Boy turned to me: "This is our bungalow too. It seems it's their largest
family bungalow which they've reserved for us. All the other bungalows are
occupied."

I wasn't expecting this. I stepped across the veranda and followed Boy into
the bungalow. It was a good size, and perhaps I'd been hoping for two
bedrooms inside (though I'd never seen such an arrangement). Instead, I
found two large beds in the room, a wardrobe, a table and some chairs. I
looked at Boy. "Is this where we're all staying?"

"Yes. He says this is their best bungalow. He's very happy for his family
to stay here. He hopes we'll be very happy here."

"I see. Oh well, I'm sure we can manage fine," I said. Not quite the
weekend with Boy that I'd been looking forward to. There wouldn't be much
opportunity for our sex play together even though we were sharing the bed;
no doubt both couples would feel similarly constrained.

"He says the restaurant is still open and we can come across when we're
ready for some food and some drinks."

We spent a few minutes in the bungalow choosing our beds and unpacking a
few items for the weekend. I felt slightly awkward at the prospect of
sharing the space with two people I didn't really know, but all three of
the Thais seemed perfectly at ease with the arrangement. I knew that groups
of Thai friends and work colleagues often came out together for a weekend
away and shared a bedroom. I'd heard stories of half-a-dozen or more
friends camping out in a beach bungalow together. The fact that Boy and I
were sharing a bed didn't seem to worry Thaksin or his girlfriend, and I
assumed that Boy must have said something about us to his cousin when the
weekend was being planned. There were plenty of smiles and laughs between
them, as Thaksin changed into more casual clothes, and everyone took turns
in using the bathroom.

We were all hungry so it wasn't long before we walked across to the
restaurant on the beach. There were several other couples and at least one
other family already eating and drinking. One of the boys who had carried
our bags came and took our drinks order. Samorn introduced him as Dang, and
he must have been another cousin or relative of hers. There was some vague
resemblance in looks. This whole resort seemed to be run by one extended
family but working out the actual relationships was well-nigh impossible.
In the light of the restaurant, I could see that Dang was a slim boy of
perhaps 13 or 14, barefoot in the sand, cut-off jeans revealing slender
legs, and a wiry frame.  As Dang brought us our drinks, the `uncle' came to
the table to recommend some fresh fish that had been caught that day, and
to ask what we wanted to eat. I never did get to know his proper name.
Samorn kept referring to him as `Loong' [`uncle' in Thai], and so just kept
calling him uncle. Anyway, he seemed very friendly with Samorn, and the two
of them were chatting away constantly; quite a contrast to her near-silence
in the car.

We enjoyed a good meal, looking out over the beach from the small cove
where the resort was located, and surrounded by the night-time quiet of the
island jungle. The other diners gradually left, and we too got up to leave.
The boy Dang came across with a torch and illuminated our way back to our
bungalow. He walked up onto the veranda and made a point of smiling and
wishing each of us a very good and happy night.

Thaksin said that he and Samorn would use the bathroom first to get ready
for bed. As they disappeared into the back extension, closing the door
behind them, Boy switched on the ancient TV, tried to tune it, and selected
some local programme. A noise of showers and running water came from the
bathroom. A few minutes later, Thaksin led the way out wearing boxers and a
t-shirt for his night attire. He was followed by Samorn in an XXL t-shirt
that covered her almost down to her knees. They both got under the sheet on
the bed at the far side of the room and switched out their bedside light.

Boy and I picked up our wash things and went into the bathroom. I undressed
for a shower whilst Boy brushed his teeth and used the toilet. As he
finished, we swapped places. I didn't think I could sleep nude as usual in
a room that was shared with another couple, so without saying anything I
slipped by hipsters back on. Boy looked at me and then followed my example,
pulling his briefs back on. He turned to me and gave me a big hug. There
was no sound from the bedroom so I assumed that Thaksin and Samorn were
going to sleep.

"Good night, teacher," he said, pulling me into a night-time kiss. "Thank
you for bringing everyone here in the car. I hope you enjoy your weekend."

"Good night sexy boy," I replied, pulling him into me and giving him
another kiss. "Sleep well; be good; remember we're not alone."

We opened the bathroom door and went back into the bedroom. The lights were
all out. The TV was still on giving a flickering light. And there was a dim
light coming through the thin curtains from somewhere outside. We went
around the bed and slipped under the sheet. "Good night," I said, to
everyone in general.

It was quiet for a time in the room. Boy lay on his side against me, his
arm around my chest. He could look past my chest towards the couple in the
other bed. I slipped my hand between his thighs to give him a reassuring
touch. We both prepared for sleep, although the TV was still playing softly
across the room near the other bed.

After maybe five minutes I was aware of a movement from Thaksin's bed.
Initially I thought perhaps he was getting up to use the bathroom. When I
didn't hear him walking across the floor, I opened my eyes to see what was
causing the noise. I looked across. Thaksin and Samorn were facing each
other on the bed, kissing. I looked away to give them privacy, but as the
kissing seemed to become more intense, I opened my eyes to a narrow slit to
watch. Samorn seemed relatively passive, but Thaksin was intent on kissing
her deeply. After a minute or two, he pushed Samorn onto her back whilst he
lay half across her. In the low light of the room, I could see Thaksin's
hand move up and under her large t-shirt. He must have been stroking her
thigh as he continued to kiss her. A few moments later, Samorn let out a
very audible sigh as his hand moved to touch her more intimately. I could
feel Boy stir beside me. He didn't say anything to disturb the scene but I
sensed him watching the action involving the other two. Boy raised his head
slightly and kissed my shoulder and then my neck before moving to lick my
chest and nipple. I didn't move.

In the other bed, Thaksin's hand was moving ever higher up Samorn's body.
As she continued to lie on her back, his hand reached her breasts, dragging
the hem of the t-shirt up to reveal first her thighs and then her crotch.
He changed position until he was lying over her and between her legs. For
the first time, Samorn took a more active part. She pulled her t-shirt up
to her neck. Thaksin immediately went down on her two pointy little breasts
taking first one and then the other in his mouth. Samorn wriggled and
groaned beneath him.

Boy was sucking on my nipples and the feeling was exquisite. He really knew
how to use his mouth. Despite the company in the neighbouring bed, I felt
myself becoming hard with his attention. My hand had been resting between
his thighs and I moved it up. He too was already fully aroused. I gently
stroked him up and down whilst he lay half-across me working on my chest.

With his girlfriend's slender naked body beneath him, the muscular frame of
Thaksin was becoming ever more excited. He was still wearing boxers and
t-shirt but his body was moving up and down on Samorn. It was difficult not
to watch, and they must both have been aware of our presence ... and
seemingly unworried by it. Thaksin used his feet to kick the sheet away
from their bodies so that they both now lay exposed on the top of the bed.

Boy rolled onto me and started kissing me too. Our actions were almost
mirroring theirs. I put my hands down to feel his ass, and rubbed the
rounded globes through the cotton of his briefs. I could feel his erection
pressing into me, making me even more excited. There was a definite
damp-spot on my boxers now. Boy started to gently hump me from above. Both
couples continued making out like this for what seemed like several minutes.

Then I heard Thaksin say something to his girlfriend. I looked across to
see her roll over onto her front between Thaksin's knees. I could see her
hips and the exposed mounds of her buttocks fully exposed. Thaksin looked
across at us, perhaps for the first time, and said something quietly to
Boy. Boy looked at him and nodded, then he looked down at me.

"He wants me to turn up the TV sound. These bungalow walls are very thin,
and other people might be able to hear what's happening in here."

Boy rose up off me to stand on the floor. As he did so, I watched across to
the other bed as Thaksin knelt up, swiftly pulled his own t-shirt up and
over his head, and then pushed his boxers down and extricated each leg. I
could see the whole of his body now. He was certainly quite muscular and
defined. I'd enjoyed similar young Thai men in the past. His chest was
broad for a Thai man, tapering down to a narrower hips and waist. Beneath
this, a triangle of black wiry pubic hair ended at a thick squat cock.
Whatever he lacked in length, he made up for in breadth. He was pointing
straight out, a flared purple helmet at the end that was slick with
pre-cum. Hanging beneath was a large balls-sack swinging beneath his
muscular thighs. Watching him from my position on the other bed, he seemed
entirely uninhibited to be completely naked, very hard, and kneeling behind
this young girl, his hardness directed between her thighs. I could see some
of his exposed ass and realised that this was just the kind of smooth,
well-rounded, muscular ass that I loved to fuck. The thought made my cock
jump and leak a little more. It was some time since I'd last fucked a young
man. The image of Boy's ass came suddenly into my head. I'd been pushing a
dildo in and out of his ass recently which he seemed to enjoy, but I'd
never fucked him.

Thaksin looked across at me from his kneeling position on his bed, smiled
broadly, and took hold of himself for a few strokes. Then still looking at
me, he nodded his head in the direction of Boy, and gave me another smile
and a thumbs-up sign. The clear message I received was: `Go ahead, and play
with Boy – I won't mind at all.'

By this time, Boy had walked over to the TV still wearing his briefs and
turned the volume up. He turned around to look at his cousin whose back and
backside were just a few feet in front of him. We both watched as Thaksin
lifted Samorn's hips upwards until she was on all-fours. Then he moved in
closer behind her on his knees and angled his squat cock. I stared as
Thaksin entered her from behind and started to fuck in full view of Boy and
I.

Boy moved between our beds in order to get a better view. As he did so,
Thaksin looked at him and motioned him closer. He lifted one hand and
stroked Boy's chest with his fingers, tweaking his hard nipples as he went.
He let his hand trail on down until his fingers reached his briefs. Without
stopping his rhythm with Samorn, Thaksin took hold of Boy's briefs and
lifted them clear of his cock and pushed them down his thighs. As I looked
at the delight of Boy's perfect ass, I knew his cock would be hard and
swaying in his cousin's face. Thaksin drew him forward and when he was
close enough, he lowered his head to swallow Boy's length. Boy let out a
moan of pleasure. From what he'd told me before, I knew that this, or
something like it, was what the two cousins had been doing when they were
younger.

I got out of our bed. I was drawn to stand next to Boy for a closer view.
Thaksin continued to suck on Boy whilst also fucking Samorn from behind. I
put my hand on Boy's ass to re-assure him of my consent – and because I was
beginning to really want his ass. My other hand was drawn to Thaksin's
broader and muscular butt that seemed to want some attention as well.

Boy looked at me, smiled, and leaned in to kiss me. "I want you to suck me
off, Tom," he said. "I want to shoot a big load tonight. If Thaksin is
watching me, that just makes it so horny."

Boy pulled away from the couple on the bed, and lay down on our bed, his
legs splayed widely and his cock rampant. I looked at Thaksin who grinned
broadly. Then he turned back to his own scene, and started thrusting even
more quickly. I didn't think he could last long at this pace.

I stepped across to our bed, pulled down my hipsters and climbed onto the
bed. Instinctively I realised that I wanted to suck Boy in a 69-position. I
moved to his head and straddled across his face. I bent forward to lick
down his abdomen until, with my hands taking my own body weight, I could
take his length in my mouth. Boy reached up, grabbed me, and stuffed my
hardness into his own mouth.

I licked around his thighs and then across his abdomen. I started to tease
him, working closer to his cock and balls, and then retreating. He was
thrusting upwards trying to find my mouth. I worked closer with my lips and
my tongue, until finally I sucked on first one smooth ball, and then the
other. He meanwhile was taking me deeply into his mouth, using his tongue
to lick and prod my shaft. With his hand he retracted my foreskin fully and
then licked all around my glans, covering my helmet with his saliva, and
using his tongue to lick and tease my leaking slit. I moved my mouth to
lick his shaft from the bottom to the top, savouring each moment. I could
tell from the way he squirmed beneath me just how much he was enjoying it.
I took him into my mouth, breathed through my nose and tried to relax my
mouth and throat. I wanted to take him as deeply as possible. He moved
around less and let me gradually swallow his hard brown cock. The smell of
him and of his sex filled my nostrils. I pushed his cock around with my
tongue, trying to experience him in as many different ways as possible.

Holding my position on all fours became more tiring so I allowed myself to
fall sideways on the bed, still maintaining the 69 position. Boy continued
to work on my cock with his mouth. In a few moments, he lifted himself
above me in a reversal of positions so that I was now on my back. I became
aware of Thaksin's more guttural noise from the next bed as he continued to
fuck doggy-style.

I pushed Boy's body further down from my head until his ass was exposed in
front of me and above me. It was truly beautiful – rounded, firm, defined,
with that secret dark cleft tantalisingly elusive in the dim light of the
room. I wanted his ass. I pulled his hips down towards me and raised my
head to start licking his thighs and his root. I pushed my nose right in
between his legs. He moaned and stopped working on me at the other end of
the bed. My hands roamed over his backside, kneading and prising apart his
buttocks. Gradually he began to open up. Without changing pace, I let my
mouth and tongue move into and up his cleft. My fingers stroked along the
length of it. I could hear Boy gasping. I could hear Thaksin grunting. I
pushed my tongue into him. The body scent coming off his most secret place
was amazing. I let my tongue lick and probe, using my hands to still stroke
and stretch.

"Tom, Tom, stop – or I'm going to cum," he whispered in the darkness.

I kept going. I wasn't going to stop now. If anything I probed more deeply
with my tongue.

>From the next bed came a loud grunt and several deep breaths. I reckoned
that Thaksin had just shot his load into Samorn. I wasn't going to stop now
to check. Almost immediately, I felt Boy's anal muscles squeeze and
contract. I felt a large jet of warm jism shoot from him out onto my belly
beneath him. I continued to push my tongue as deeply as I could whilst two
or three more blasts were jetted out from him. Then slowly, I eased off.
He, in turn, slowly subsided onto me, a sticky gooey mess lying between us.
We breathed deeply and rested. I let my fingers play gently across his back
and buttocks and thighs.

"Are you OK?" I asked quietly.

"Mmm, yes. That was fantastic. Feeling you like that. Doing it with someone
else in the room. That was so horny."

We lay there a few moments more. There was a sound of movement from the
other bed.

"Let's get cleaned up in the shower," said Boy quietly. He moved to climb
up off me and I rolled towards the side of the bed.

"Can I take a shower too?" asked Thaksin, "With you guys? I think I need
one!"

"Sure," replied Boy, and the three of us made our way into the bathroom
without turning on the light. A few minutes later we'd all cleaned up. It
had been a long day – and a very active evening. Boy finally turned off the
TV and we all returned to our beds for some sleep. I kissed Boy good-night.
"Thank you so much sweet, sexy boy."

...................... to be continued soon in Chapter 18 .................

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