Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2015 18:19:21 +0100 From: tpickles Subject: Boy - Chapter 5 This is a gay, erotic fantasy novel focusing around a relationship between a gay adult man and a gay male youth. It's written for my own entertainment and it's purely fictional. I'm not endorsing or encouraging any of the activities that take place in this story. As the reader, please be responsible for your own thoughts, actions and activities. Please be patient: this is an evolving story. Not everything happens immediately, nor quite in the way you might expect. If descriptions of male-male sex or gay adult/youth relationships offend you, please leave now. .............. Continued from Chapter 4 ........ I thought about it, unsure what to do, and wondered about the implications of such a potential change in our contact with each other. "Are you really sure? I've only booked one room, and as it's the weekend it's likely to be busy and I won't be able to get another room for you." He smiled at me. "That's OK with me, if you don't mind. Normally my friends share bungalows at the beach and share the cost. I'm used to sleeping on the floor. I won't get in your way, honestly. You won't even know I'm there." Somehow I doubted that. "Well OK then, if that's what you most like to do this weekend. Let's think how it might work today, and talk about it again this evening." CHAPTER 5 We arrived at the hotel in the early evening at the start of the weekend. As usual, it had taken longer than I expected to get out of the city and out to the coast; the traffic had been steady but slow. I was due to meet up with my friends the next morning for coffee and a day on the beach. I'd booked a beachside hotel that I'd stayed at once before. It called itself a `resort' meaning that the accommodation was offered in a range of bungalow-style chalets scattered around the well-maintained gardens, with a good-sized swimming pool in the centre. As I parked the car, a uniformed bellboy appeared to take the luggage. I could see that Boy was reaching to pick up a bag himself as he got out of the passenger seat. The bellboy clearly indicated that he saw this as his job – and the role of the guest was to provide him with a tip. I walked inside to the reception desk followed by Boy and the bellboy. The receptionist looked up, smiled and welcomed us – presumably imagining I was another gay customer accompanied by a local pick-up companion. I wasn't going to even begin to explain the more complex relationship. I completed the formalities and we followed the bellboy to the bungalow. He unlocked the door for us, switched on the electrics and air-con, and placed our two bags on the luggage rack. He smiled a gentle thanks as I gave him his tip. Boy looked around. "Wow, this is nice, Mr Tom. Much better than I stay with my friends." I knew the sort of inexpensive bamboo beach huts that were more typically used by local youths for a weekend away. We walked around, looking at the facilities. As I'd expected, the 6-foot bed and its side shelves took up one wall, facing a large dressing table with mirrors, flat-screen TV, fridge beneath, and various welcome decorations. To the left was an armchair and beyond it the bathroom with a large walk-in shower, basin and another large mirror. I noted the good supply of toiletries and towels. The other side of the room was a large wall of windows with a door leading out onto a balcony overlooking the gardens. The outdoor table and chairs seemed quite well screened by the planting and gave a degree of privacy without removing the garden view towards the beach and the evening light. I turned back in to see that Boy was already flicking through all the satellite channels on the TV, as he took a drink from his bag. "Fancy some dinner then?" I asked. He disappeared into the bathroom with his wash-kit. I heard the sounds of him re-arranging his various cosmetics, and running some water. It took him 15 minutes to get ready. When he reappeared, he'd redone his hair, brushed his teeth, changed his shirt, and generally made himself ready for a night out. I smiled. "How about trying to find a local seafood restaurant?" I asked, knowing this was one of his favourite foods. There was no shortage of choice on the beachfront and we enjoyed a good meal in one of the open-air restaurants overlooking the sea. I had a beer to relax, and Boy took some coke with lots of ice. I wasn't sure how the weekend would pan out with Boy in tow, but so far he'd been enjoying the excursion, chatty, attentive, and seemingly very happy. We walked along the beach a little, watching the comings-and-goings of tourists and locals until things started to quieten down. We were back in the bungalow before 11.00 and the whole resort had gone quiet. Boy sat in the armchair and put the TV back on, flicking through the channels. I looked out over the quiet gardens, and then pulled the curtains close. "Well, I think I'll get ready for bed then. You can stay up if you like, just don't have the sound too high, please." He nodded back to me. I went to the bathroom and closed the door. I took a quick shower to feel clean, washed my face more carefully, and brushed my teeth. How to get into bed with Boy there, I wondered. Normally, I preferred to sleep naked. What the hell. I wasn't going to change my usual customs just because he'd asked to tag along. It was a big bed, and there was plenty of room for him on the other side. We could share the space just fine. I decided not to risk embarrassing him, and wrapped a towel around my waist before emerging from the bathroom. He was still sitting in the armchair engrossed in some local soap opera. I turned off the overhead light, and switched on the bedside lamps on either side of the big bed. Then I sat on the bed, discreetly removed the towel, and slid beneath the crisp sheet. It was a warm night; with the air-con set to create a gentle airflow, the sheet would be the only covering necessary. Boy turned around to me. "Have your finished?" "Sure, but you can stay up if you want." "It's OK. I was up early this morning. And tomorrow I may be on the beach all day. I'll come and sleep now." He stood up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I lay in the bed, switched off my bedside light, and tried to make some sense of the soap opera antics on the TV. Again, I heard the shower running, and again it took a good ten minutes for Boy to ready himself. When he emerged bare-chested, he had a large white towel wrapped around his waist. He walked around the room – almost showing off, I thought – to the far side of the bed. He hesitated a moment. I realised that he was creating a little performance for me. He looked at me, smiled, and rather theatrically took hold of the towel at his waist and unwrapped it, then dropped it to the floor. He stood beside the bed, facing me, wearing the blue jockstrap that I'd bought him a week or two earlier. "What do you think?" he smiled. I looked. "Wow, they're good on you." And they were. His smooth chest and abdomen led down to the broad elastic line that encircled his waist. Below that, a generous front pouch formed a Y-shape of material to the equally smooth thighs of each leg. It looked like the front pouch held a good filling. He stood with feet firmly planted on the floor and his legs slighted apart. The overall effect was to attract attention – my attention certainly – to his crotch. There was a well formed bulge in the blue fabric, but nothing escaped from the sides – no stray hairs, no balls, no skin. I began to feel aroused at the sight of him standing there in front of me. I looked and absorbed his appearance. He was definitely good-looking and sexy – in an Asian adolescent kind of way. "You look very good." As I continued to look, he started to slowly turn around. The bulge of his cock came into profile. The elastic narrowed to the waist revealing ever more of his thigh on the side of his leg. This was a cut-away jockstrap. As he turned his back towards me, the whole of his ass came into view, framed by the narrow straps running from between his legs, up and across his buttocks to the waist strap on the hip. I swallowed. This could be irresistible. How would I restrain myself? Oh, he had a cute ass. I knew now that I wanted it. He stood with his back to me, as I drank in the sight. He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. "Are they the right size?" he asked with a laugh. Momentarily, I wondered quite what was being measured here. I was aware of my own cock stirring beneath the sheet. He completed the turn and posed before me again. "Yes!", I smiled broadly at him. "You don't want them any bigger. And if they were any smaller, you'd be spilling out of them." He walked slowly around the bed showing off in his new sexy underwear. "Are you sure?" he said, standing next to my side of the bed. I wanted to reach out and touch him. He was turning me on. I started to move my hand out from under the sheet. Then he quickly knelt up on the bed and moved to straddle my body. His knees were either side of me. My arms were almost trapped at my side beneath the sheet. The bulge of his jockstrap was directly in front of me. He lowered his exposed ass onto my abdomen. My face registered shock initially, then I laughed at his playfulness. He moved up and down a little on his haunches above me, and as he did so, I was able to free my arms from beneath the sheet between us. I put my hands on the exposed skin of his thighs, and gently stroked them. I wanted to indicate my acceptance and comfortableness with his game. He smiled back down at me with a little laugh. I continued to rub his skin. Then, he bent forward and put his head on my chest. It was the same move that I'd seen him do with Zee a few weeks before. He rested his head there, letting his cheek and lips touch my chest hair and nipples just above the top of the sheet. I got the sense that Boy liked other people's nipples. I lay still, and let him enjoy whatever pleasure he was deriving. He lifted his head for a moment, and smiled at me before moving back down onto my chest. As he moved into this crouching position, his hips were lifted up from the straddle over my abdomen. I imagined his buttocks, crack and ass hole now fully exposed to the air behind him, framed by the jockstrap he was wearing. My hands moved up from stroking his thighs, around him, until I was holding both ass cheeks. I squeezed them gently and stroked his soft, smooth skin. I moved my head to lightly kiss the top of his head resting on my chest. I felt my cock fully aroused beneath the sheet. I knew it was pointing up my body, the engorged cockhead lying on my belly, occasionally twitching in excitement. I felt my nipples hard and proud beneath this face. Surely he knew what he was doing to me. He raised his face and looked at me. As he slowly sat back up, his ass was lowered back onto my belly. He was sitting on my hard cock, with just the sheet between my skin and his. He adjusted his sitting position a little. His ass crack covered the length of my thick cock. "Can I sleep next to you again please, Mr. Tom, like I did in that storm? I don't like being in a strange bed all on my own – I sometimes get scared." I swallowed. "Well, if you're sure you want to ..." He didn't need any more of an invitation. He slid off my body, got in underneath the sheet, curled onto his side facing away from me, and moved in towards my body. Now it was my turn to move. I turned towards him and moved my upper arm over and around him to hold him. I didn't feel I should get any closer but he squirmed backwards until he was up against me. He felt like he was settling in for sleep. Sleep was the last thing on my mind. I was acutely aware of my raging erection pressed up against Boy. But he didn't move. His breathing was slow and even. The length of his back was resting against my chest. My cock was lying rigidly against his ass cheeks, still framed by his exposed jockstrap. I could sense the blood filling my hard penis. It was twitching slightly. I was so horny lying up against this beautiful boy in my bed. I wanted to wank. I knew I'd never sleep until I'd cum. But I could hardly start to play with myself whilst lying next to him in the bed. It tried to will my cock to subside but it was no good. My cock was solid, the whole length of it pressed against his buttocks. I waited a time hoping that I might fall asleep. No way, with this level of excitement! I listened to his breathing, still slow and even. Maybe he was falling asleep. I waited another five minutes. My mind remained totally focused on the heat rising up from my balls and into my cock. When I judged that he must be asleep, I slowly removed my hand from around Boy, and slid softly out of the bed. I walked quietly around the bed and into the bathroom, acutely aware of my nakedness in the room and the hard erection jutting out in front of me. There was a soft, low light coming through the small bathroom window above the shower. I quietly pushed the door almost closed. I stood in front of the basin and took hold of my hardness. This wasn't going to take long. I started to stroke myself with my right hand. This boy had got me very horny. My left hand slipped down to cup my balls and play with them; they were pulling up into my body already preparing to shoot a heavy load. Now I was in a strong wanking rhythm, feeling great. My eyes had been closed with pleasure. Now, as I felt my cum beginning to rise, I opened them. As I looked at my highly excited body in the mirror, I saw Boy's reflection also. He was standing quietly in the doorway watching me wanking in the mirror. Our eyes met. I was too far gone to say anything – and I certainly wasn't about to stop. He stepped towards me, his hands by his sides. He was looking down at my hand furiously stroking my cock, the foreskin fully retracted and the purple cockhead wet with leaking pre-cum. He put his hand on my ass, low down, near my crack and very gently massaged my bum with a little circular motion. "AAARRGGHHHHH." This was enough to send me over the top. A large gob of cum shot out of my cockhead, right across the basin, and splashed onto the mirror. It was followed by two more that landed in the basin. I stood there, my legs rigid, as the climax took hold, the orgasm flooded my body with hot sensations, and my breath came in gasps and moans. White jism leaked out over my hand as it slowly eased off the pace. Boy's hand still rested on my buttocks "Wow, that was big," said Boy, looking at me in the mirror's reflection. And with that, he slowly removed his hand, turned away and went back to the bed. I cleaned myself up, wiped the mirror and basin, and thoroughly rinsed my spent cock in a spray of water. As I walked back into the darkened bedroom, my cock still felt warm and filled with blood. I slid back in under the sheet, and lay on my back a little distance from Boy's body. He made no sound. "Are you OK?" I asked. There was no reply. I could sense his breathing. It was almost like he was holding himself in. He moved very slightly. "Yes," he said in a whisper. There was a very small movement in the bed. He was lying on his back. In the very dim light filtering into the room, I detected a gentle movement half-way down his body. I almost laughed aloud. He must be wanking himself, and doing it so slowly that he hoped I wouldn't notice. "Boy," I said, as gently and carefully as I could, "I feel so good now that I've cum tonight. It's natural. If you want to cum too, that's great. You don't have to hide it from me. We're both men here in this bed. We both know what it's like to feel excited and to want to cum." His hand started to move faster under the sheet. His breath started to become shorter as he gasped in air. He was getting close. "Boy," I whispered, "Can I watch you cum, please?" He didn't answer. Maybe he was too far gone. Or perhaps that was a small nod of his head. I turned towards him and lifted the sheet up and off his smooth, slim body. He was still wearing his jockstrap, his right hand inside the elastic moving up and down with fast little movements. His hips were moving up and down on the bed, lifting his backside of the mattress. "Let me help you," I whispered. I took hold of the waist elastic and lifted the jockstrap up and over his hand as it pumped his cock, freeing him completely. "There, that's easier and gives you more room." He was beautiful to watch. His eyes were closed. His teenage cock was fully engorged. There was a fuzz of dark hair under his fist around the base of his cock. Otherwise his balls, thighs and abdomen were completely smooth and hairless. His climax was approaching. His hips lifted, arching his back, his cock pointing almost at his face. Then he used a few long slow strokes to pull his foreskin right up and then right down. He shot a string of white cum across his chest and abdomen. I wanted to stroke it into his belly, or taste it. I just rested my hand underneath him, helping to take his weight until he subsided back down onto the bed. His eyes stayed closed. I reached to fetch some tissues from beside the bed, and started to clean him. "Thank you. That was really beautiful and special ... just like you." He didn't say anything. I wondered if he was going to go back to sleep lying there. After I finished wiping him, he slowly turned and slid off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. I heard the taps running and then the toilet flush. A minute or two later he came out again and climbed back into the bed. This time he was completely naked. He turned his back to me, wriggled backwards into my body, and reached for my hand to hold him again. Nothing more was said. Within three minutes, as I replayed the events of the evening in my mind, he'd fallen asleep. ............ to be continued in Chapter 6 Enjoy the story. I love to hear your feedback and reactions. You can contact me by email at tpickles2@gmail.com. If you want to see this kind of publishing continued, please support Nifty financially with a donation to http://donate.nifty.org/.