Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2015 21:14:25 +0100 From: tpickles Subject: Boy - Chapter 8 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 7 ................... "It was ... amazing. The water, the hands, your tongue, your mouth. I can't describe it. Wow." As I held him up, I lowered my head and kissed him gently on the top of his head. "Good. I'm really glad I could help you with a new, sensual experience." I took hold of his softening cock very gently in one hand, and used the other to pat and stroke his buttocks. "Now, perhaps you should give yourself another shower to clean up – and wash off any more ... sand! Then we can get dressed and go out and enjoy dinner with Jack and your friend Chai." CHAPTER 8 Half an hour later we were both dressed casually for an evening out in town. I was wearing slim-fitting trousers and a polo-shirt. Boy was wearing a new pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt; he'd made a point of showing me the jock-strap that he'd also put on underneath. We took a taxi into town and walked to the restaurant where I'd arranged to meet Jack and Chai. The waiter brought us drinks as we looked over the menu. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed their day. Jack and I started to talk about our respective plans for the future. In my case, I had every intention of continuing to live in this country: the climate was idyllic, the living costs affordable, and the gay life very pleasant. Especially just now. I looked across at Boy. He was sitting close to Chai, his new found older-friend, and they were chatting away in their own language. I noticed Boy putting up his hand to his mouth and talking more quietly, as if to disguise what he was saying to Chai. Chai was encouraging him to say more. After a minute of two, I heard Chai laugh out loud, and say, "Well done, Boy, well done." It seemed clear to me that Boy had been recounting some tale about himself of which he was very proud. And the only tale that came to my mind was the one that had just happened in our bungalow's bathroom – and which Chai had no doubt prompted through his private disclosures to Boy about his own sex life with Jack. I didn't mind. It seemed to me that Boy was becoming more confident and out-going. He was certainly far more comfortable now around my friends. And from our time together, it seemed he was becoming more sexually adventurous as well. We enjoyed a good meal together and afterwards we went on to a local beach-bar for a couple more drinks, watching the constant parade of people walking up-and-down the pavement and the beach, some holding hands, others talking animatedly, and a few clearly flirting. As the evening came to an end, we said farewell to each other, with hugs all round. I watched as Chai and Boy gave each other a very close hug and Chai patted Boy on his back and backside. Boy seemed to enjoy the attention. As they parted, Chai whispered something to Boy in his ear. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself this evening," I said, once we'd climbed into a taxi back to our resort. "Yes, it was very nice, Mr Tom. I like your friend Chai – he's very funny." "What was he saying to you just now?" I enquired. "Oh, he was wishing me a good evening," he laughed, "and said he hoped I enjoy myself tonight." "Meaning?" "... I don't know," he hesitated, "but he makes lots of suggestions. Maybe they will happen." I decided not to pursue this. If Chai was plotting something, or if Boy and Chai had something in mind together, I would probably find out about it sometime. And better not to intrude on his privacy ... any more than had already happened. The taxi stopped at the resort and we got out to return to our bungalow in the garden. It was quite late, and most of the other guests had already retired. The music in the bar-restaurant was winding down. Back in the room, I took off my polo-shirt and trousers and hung them up in the wardrobe. Boy switched on the TV. I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. After a final pee and clean, I dropped my boxers onto a pile of dirty washing, and went back into the bedroom. It hardly mattered if Boy saw me naked now, after all that had happened before. I slid in under the bed-sheet and reached for my book. A few minutes later, Boy announced that he would come to bed too. He left the TV on at low volume and disappeared into the bathroom. It seems to take most Asians quite a long time to complete all their ablutions and it was nearly ten minutes before he reappeared again, switching off the bathroom light as he left. He was smiling broadly. He was also wearing just the sexy jock-strap that he'd modelled for me the previous night. He slid into the other side of the bed, and turned out the bedside light on his side. "Thank you for giving me a very nice weekend, Mr Tom." "You're welcome. It's been fun having you for company," I replied. "Mr Tom ... can I ...," he began. "Boy," I interrupted, "I don't think you need to keep calling me `Mr' any more – we seem to have got to know each other quite well. You can just call me `Tom' like everyone else does." "Oh. I thought the boss always likes to be called `Mr'." "Yes, that may be true in a business office or shop. But I think we've gone a bit beyond that. Not many staff get in the shower with their boss, like we did this afternoon. I think you should just call me `Tom' from now on. It's much more friendly." "Oh ... ok then, Mr T ... sorry, Tom." "That sounds better." "Yes ... Tom. And what I was going to ask you ... Tom ... was ..." "What? You can always ask. Like I said, you don't have to be afraid of me." "Well ... what I want to ask is ... what I want to try is ... well ... I'd like to find out what it's like to use my mouth." I was unprepared. For a moment, I looked at him without responding. "Please ... Tom. I really want to give it a go. Like then I've experienced it both ways." He looked at me, his face all innocent and smiling. "And maybe you can tell me if I'm doing it right." I could feel my cock stirring across my thigh. Soon it would be evident beneath the thin sheet. "You have experienced it before, I think, Tom," he added. "Are you sure, Boy?" I asked. "Just because I showed you what it was like doesn't mean that you have to do anything for me." "Yes, I want to, really I do. That way I can learn. I can practice." At that moment, I made the connection. "Ah, so that's what your new friend Chai was whispering to you in the restaurant this evening?" "Well." he blushed, "Chai did tell me that it's quite different to take someone in your mouth, and that I should try it both ways to see what I like most. He said in English it's called `practice makes perfect'. But really, I do want to try and see what it's like." He sat up a little in the bed and looked down at me. "And I think your cock likes the idea too, Tom," he laughed, as he pointed to my cock which had become fully erect now underneath the sheet. Boy reached out his hand to grip my member. He squeezed it and stroked it through the fabric. "See?" he added, as he continued to play with me. After all that had happened that day, I was beginning to feel pretty horny again, and Boy's hand was simply adding to my excitement. We were going to share the bed together for another night, and if he wanted to experiment with sucking, he would probably find a way of doing it when I was asleep. I might as well enjoy it now when I was awake. "Ok then, Boy, if you're really sure you want to." I looked across at him and smiled. He wasted no more time. He had one hand on my cock outside the sheet. The other hand slid across inside the bed and ran up my chest. I gave an involuntary `Ooohh' of pleasure. His hand caressed my chest, then moved fairly rapidly down my body, past my waist, past my abdomen, then brushed my cockhead before coming to rest in my pubes. I lay back in the bed, letting his hand roam in my genitals for the first time. He circled the base of my cock, he stroked up my cock, he felt my balls and my inner thighs. It felt wonderful. I wondered just how far he was really prepared to go. He lifted the sheet away from my body and pushed it to one side. There was a flickering light coming from the TV screen dimly illuminating the scene. I lay on my back on the bed, my head resting on the pillow, naked, and fully exposed to Boy's eyes and his attention. He seemed to be drinking in the sight of my body. My penis was solid, rising up from a trimmed bush of dark pubic hair. My testicles fell between my thighs in their hair-covered sack. Boy placed his hand on my cock and ran his fingers gently along the length of me. My cock twitched with the sensation of him. He gripped the base of my cock in one hand and slowly pulled it upright, away from my belly. He sat up in the bed alongside me and facing my body. From this position, he could hold my cock in one hand and bring the other to caress my balls. Just this light touch was exquisite. "You're so big, Tom." He very gently started to stroke me whilst still playing with me. I moved my legs apart so that he could play with my balls more easily. "Ooohh, that feels really good, Boy. My balls are very sensitive," I murmured. "I wanted to touch you so much last night in the bathroom, Tom. I could see you were very hot and excited. And then you came all over the basin." He kept on gently touching and stroking me as he spoke. "You're right, I was very excited last night. And this feels very nice too." He continued to stroke me gently. "You won't break my cock, Boy," I said, "You can be quite strong and firm with it." He started to experiment with me. He pulled down harder on my cock, and then pushed back up until my foreskin covered the cockhead again. He levered my cock away from my body until it was upright, and then released it to bounce back down again. His hands moved across my thighs and my abdomen. He played in my pubic hair. He cupped and fondled my balls. The sensation of his hands touching me so intimately was exquisite. I wondered how long I could last before I shot another heavy load. After another minute or two of hand-play with me, he leant forward from his kneeling position on the bed until his face was above my genitals. By this time, I was definitely wet. He continued to stroke me, and used his hand to pull my cock upright towards his face. As I watched him, he seemed to be mustering the courage to do it. Then, quickly, his mouth opened, his head darted downwards, and my cock was grasped by his lips and mouth. "Ahh," I shouted, "take it more gently!" His face rose and my cock fell out of his mouth. He looked at me with a little panic. "Sorry, sorry..." "No, Boy, you didn't do anything wrong ... just take is more easily. You can use your mouth to give sensitive pleasure. Imagine licking an ice-cream – not biting a bar of chocolate." Almost immediately, he lowered his head again, opened his mouth to take my cockhead, and then held it there with his lips closed. "Yes, that's much better. Now you can try moving your lips up-and-down, or touching me with your tongue, if you like." He started to experiment. "Just remember to keep your teeth back and away from your lips," I added. His head started to bob up and down, sliding on my shaft which was now well lubricated both from my own juice and his saliva. He held the base of my cock in his hand, and moved it around in his mouth like a gear-stick. He made small sucking sounds and moaning sounds. At one point he experimented with taking even more of my cock into his mouth, and quickly gagged, which made him lift up and off. He coughed. "Sorry, Tom." "You're picking this up real fast," I said, "Just be careful about taking too much too quick, because it makes your throat react like that and you gag." I stroked his thigh beside me to reassure him. "Hey, it's good, Tom. Let me try again," he said, as his head went down again. This time, instead of taking me in his mouth, he pushed his tongue out and started licking up and down my shaft. He held my cock away from my body, so that he could approach it from all sides. My cock was very hard from all this attention. "Most guys like it if you use your tongue on their cockhead where it's most sensitive." He held my cock upright and focused the tip of his tongue on my glans and around the whole bulbous head. "Oooooh, that's so good, Boy. That's right. Just there!" He used his tongue to lick across my head, then took the whole sensitive head into his mouth whilst continuing to tongue me. "Oh, yesss." This teenager was getting me very hot. A couple of times I thrust upwards with my hips away from the bed and into his mouth. He didn't show any signs of wanting to pull off me. After a few more moments of this, he released my cock and moved his head down to the base and my balls started to get the mouth and tongue treatment. As he moved lower, his butt lifted upwards from his kneeling position beside me. Almost instinctively, without conscious thought, my hand moved from his thigh around to his ass. I started to knead his smooth cheeks. He felt so good. I moved my legs slightly further apart to give him more room and his mouth responded by including more of my balls and my inner thighs. My engorged cock was straining against his chin and throat. My fingers and palm squeezed against his ass-cheek and crack. I looked down my body at him. "Are you OK down there, Boy?" I asked. He barely stopped to answer. "Yes, yes, Tom, I want to do more of this please. Don't make me stop. I want to make you cum. Like you did to me in the shower." "Well, that's probably going to happen very soon." "Yeah, do it, please. I want to see again. And please don't stop touch me there with your hand." I had an idea. "Boy, try this position. It makes it easier for you." He lifted up and looked at me enquiringly. "Move your knees to either side of my chest and go down from there. Then you can use both hands more as well." After a moment to work this out, he quickly moved to straddle my body facing down towards my cock. I moved my thighs even further apart to give him as much play room as possible. He went down on my cock again and took more of the shaft into his mouth. As he did so, the whole of his perfect little ass was exposed to view just in front of my face. He was still wearing the sexy jock-strap that I'd bought him and which he was wearing to come to bed. The two straps led out from his crotch to frame his butt-cheeks beautifully. As he stretched down to me, his cheeks opened up to reveal the whole of his crack and his secret hole. I had both hands free now to roam across his backside, stroking, kneading, squeezing, massaging. I was in heaven! I let my fingers play in-and-out of his crack, sometimes gently running a finger along the length of it. From the other end of my body, he was moaning and groaning through a mouth still closed around my cock. I kept playing with his ass with one hand, and let the other creep through between his thighs to hold his balls. As I expected, they were pulled up tight. With this roving hand, I reached further to feel his hardness held within the jockstrap pouch. I gave him several strokes, and heard a louder moan in response. I took hold of the pouch fabric and lifted it sideways to release his cock and balls. I sensed he was close again as I used one hand to wank him and the other to stroke his crack. I couldn't resist my own desire. I raised my head a few inches from the pillow, pulled his ass-cheeks open with my hand, and blew directly onto his hole at short-range. "Oh, what are you doing? Do it again," he exclaimed quickly. I moved forward a little, blowing again, whilst still playing hard with his ass-cheeks and his teen cock. I was feeling very turned on by the whole action scene on the bed. This young man was very hot. As I blew into his secret hole, he sucked deeper and harder on my cock. I was right on the edge. He moved his tongue across my sensitive cockhead and then sucked deeply again. I just had time to exclaim "Boy, I'm going to cum!" He lifted his head up from my cock as a fountain of jism erupted from my cock. The first shot hit Boy's face. His hand had relaxed a little from the need to hold my cock upright, so the second and third shots went into his chest. His head dropped down between my thighs leaving his ass even more exposed. I could feel the slippery wetness of my own cum running between his chest and my abdomen as the two came into contact. I lifted my head again, spread his ass-cheeks with my hand, opened my mouth and touched his most sensitive hole with the tip of my tongue. My nose was in his crack and I prodded his hole again with my tongue. "Oh, yes," he exclaimed from his up-ended position between my thighs, "I want it." With my other hand stroking his cock I could sense his ejaculation as his balls contracted further and jets of cum burst from his cock and sprayed across my chest. It was as if his whole body was releasing. I continued to gently rub his buttocks as his body slowly subsided onto me. I stroked along the length of his body from his back down his cheeks and onto his thighs. He lay there motionless and silent, a sticky gluey mess between us. "Boy? Are you OK down there?" He mumbled an "Mmmmm." "Do you want to turn yourself around and lie on me?" After a few moments, he lifted himself up and turned himself around before lying back down with his head on my chest and his softening cock resting just beneath my balls. "I think you've got the hang of sucking," I said. "That was so good," he whispered. We lay there for several minutes, recovering, as our breathing returned to a more even level. He didn't object as I continued to stroke down his back with my fingers. I wondered if we would fall asleep like that, though I wasn't sure I could take his weight all night. "Do you want to get cleaned up in the shower?" I asked. "Yes, OK, if you will come in the shower with me too, Tom." We slowly got up off the bed and moved into the bathroom. I ran the water to a reasonable temperature and stepped under the shower. He moved in as well and put his arms around my back holding me in a close embrace. I put some shower gel on my hands and started to wash his head, back and ass. Then I pushed him away from me a little, took some more gel, and washed down his chest, taking care to cover his genitals with plenty of foaming soap. "I never knew it would be like that," he said, "I could never imagine it would feel so good." "So, you liked it, huh?" I asked. "And which do you prefer – your cock in someone else's mouth, or taking someone in your's?" "Both. I felt wonderful to be playing with your big cock in my face, Tom. You're so strong. And I just watched you cum right in front of me." I washed his face with my hands as he said this, remembering where my first shot had landed. "Did I do all right," he asked. "You did brilliantly." I could feel my cock stir again into life as he talked. He felt the movement again his thigh and reached down to hold my cock again. "Your cock is just so exciting," he said, "I just want to keep playing with it." "Well, I really enjoyed what you did to me. I hope you liked the feel of my touch." "Tom, everything you've done to me today has been so new and so good. I want to learn and become good at all this. Perhaps you are my teacher. Everything you've done. It's so much fun and makes me feel so good." I held him close, rinsed us both off, and switched off the shower. "Come on, I think it's time we got some sleep. Tomorrow's another day and we want to enjoy it." "Well, I know what I want to enjoy tomorrow," he replied, giving my cock a final squeeze. .......................... Continued in Chapter 9 ........................... Please continue emailing and telling me your reactions. And please support Nifty to keep publishing at http://donate.nifty.org/.