Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2015 13:03:29 +0100 From: tpickles Subject: Boy - Chapter 9 - REVISED *** This is a revised and extended version of Chapter 9. *** I am also clarifying that the SE Asian setting for this story is Thailand. 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 8............ "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. CHAPTER 9 Maybe it was the sunshine on the beach, or maybe it was all the sexual exploration we had enjoyed together that day, but I slept very soundly that night. Memories came and went in my sensual and vivid dreams inspired by the day's actions, and by the boy who was snuggled up against me in the bed. I woke slowly. The curtains were slightly opened and light was streaming into the room. I was alone in the bed. I turned onto my back and pumped the pillow behind my head. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. I started to day-dream about what we might do on our final day in the resort. The water noises ceased and the bathroom door opened. As Boy emerged, he was still toweling himself off. He was naked and unembarrassed about it. His teenage cock was semi-aroused and pointing down and outwards. He looked beautiful. He smiled at me as he walked across the room, flicked off the bed-sheet and bent down over my body. Almost immediately, he took hold of the base of my soft cock with one hand and swallowed my head between his lips and into his mouth. "Oh, Boy, you know how to please a man," I groaned, and let him continue pleasuring me. He started to play with my balls. "I love watching your cock grown big and thick," he said. I moved my hand to play with his ass, letting it rove across his buttocks, into his crack, around his inner thighs, and through to his balls. "That's so nice," I let him know. As he played and sucked on me, I became very aroused again. I looked down my body to watch his mouth sliding up and down on me. He was clearly enjoying himself. His own erection was evident too. My hand slipped through his legs to hold his length and gently stroke him. "How am I doing, teacher?" he asked. "Just fine, Boy. You can relax your mouth a bit, and breathe more through your nose. That way, you won't be so likely to choke on me. It's great when you use your tongue to lick me as well." He moved his mouth and started licking my shaft from bottom to top, moving his mouth around onto all sides. "Oh, yes, that feels so good, Boy." I lay back and just enjoyed all the sensations. For someone who claimed not to have any experience of oral sex yesterday, he was learning very quickly. His mouth was moving all over my genitals. One hand was playing with my balls; the other was prising my cock upright so that he could lick and suck it from every direction. With this intensity of attention, I knew I would cum quickly. This was not a long-drawn-out sensual session; this was hot, fast, steamy and erotic. As I felt the pressure build within me, I started thrusting upwards with my hips as if wanting to fuck Boy's mouth. This seemed to excite him further and his pace increased more. He was holding my cock upright, as I slid up and down in his fist, lubricated by my own pre-cum and his spit. His mouth returned to swallow my swollen cockhead, gripping me with his lips and moving up and down on me with a fast motion. I thrust upwards into his mouth with equal vigour. "Watch out, Boy, I'm going to cum very soon," I just about warned, as I felt myself reach the point of no return. He kept his mouth clamped on my cock as I shot a load into him. I watched as he swallowed some of it, but there was so much that some quickly leaked through his lips and dribbled down my cock and onto his fist. Boy stopped his sucking, swallowed again, and lifted his head off me. He looked up at me and smiled. "Wow, you taste so good, Tom. I love having your big cock in my mouth like that." And he went down on me for another final taste. As he looked up again, some of my cum was smeared around his mouth. I squeezed his bum and tickled between his legs. "You're learning real fast," I said, "You made me cum so quick." "It's great when you're so hot and hard like that. Look what you do to me too." And as he knelt up alongside me, his own cock was rigidly pointing upwards. "Look!" Actually, he didn't give me any choice. He manoeuvred his body until he straddled my chest, his hand holding his strong erection as it pointed towards my face, slowly stroking it. "Let me," I said, as I moved his hand away and replaced it with my own fist to wank his teenage length. I guessed that he too was so excited this wouldn't take long. As he knelt across me with his head thrown back, I raised my head from the pillow, and took his right nipple in my mouth. "Arghhh," he shouted, as his cock jumped twice in my hand. I let my mouth and tongue work on his hard, hairless nipple before moving across to give the other one equal treatment. I continued to stroke him with one hand, and my other hand was around the back playing with his buttocks and crack. He pushed his hips forward towards me and my mouth broke away from his chest. I pumped the pillow beneath my head with one hand to give myself some more height. Then I pushed his ass with my other hand, forcing his hips and cock towards my face. He toppled forward and put out his hand to the wall above the bed to arrest his fall. His pulsing erection was immediately in front of my face. I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of him as I could. It felt great to have his excitement in my mouth. I could taste his sweet pre-cum. I rolled him around in my mouth, from one cheek to the other, and into my throat. I used my tongue to tease his sensitive and very wet glans. I opened my eyes for a close-up look at his smooth belly and lightly haired pubes, with his erection disappearing into my mouth. This boy was so hot! With my mouth working deeply on his cock, and him supporting himself against the wall, my hands were free. I grabbed both buttocks and pulled him into me, encouraging him to fuck into my mouth. He quickly got the idea and started moving himself backwards and forwards on his knees as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. I kept darting my tongue forward onto him, and varying the pressure with my lips to hold him in place. In less than a minute I knew he was about to shoot. I tightened my lips around him and squeezed his buttocks as he thrust into me. I felt one, two, three shots of cum erupt into my mouth, most of which I was able to swallow. He pushed himself away from the wall and looked down at his own swollen cock in my mouth. I slowed my movements and released the pressure on his ass to a more gently massage. I sucked slowly on his cock to clean him before he slid out of my mouth. "That was soooo good," he said almost breathlessly. He slowly moved back down my body before climbing off and lying down next to me. I reached around to hold him. "It was great for me too," I replied, kissing the back of his head. "How was that for a way of waking up in the morning?" "Brilliant! I want to do that every morning." "Well, I'm not sure if I have the stamina for that every morning ... but it was certainly a great way to start the day." "Can we take a shower together, Tom? Then I'd like some breakfast, and decide what we can do with the rest of the day." After a leisurely breakfast in the outdoor restaurant, we went back to the bungalow to pack our things before check-out. We decided to make full use of the day before returning to the city by spending time on the beach. I packed a bag with towels, swimming gear, sun cream, and a selection of cold drinks and snacks. Around mid-morning, we wandered across the gardens to the beach, and then walked away from the main tourist area to find a quieter section of the long beach. There were no deckchairs in this more remote area, so we spread our towels under the shade of some trees. I lay down on the towel, and watched as Boy changed out of his shorts into his swimming trunks with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Are you coming for a swim?" he asked. "Maybe later. You go and swim and I'll keep an eye on your clothes here." "OK. I want to look for some more fish." He ran off down the beach as I watched his cute behind. He was like a young boy filled with excitement and happiness. I dozed in the heat as I lay on the towel. I must have fallen asleep. "Are you coming in now, Tom? There are plenty of fish out by the rocks," I heard as I awoke to the sound of his voice, and a few drops of water as Boy leaned over me. I sat up and rubbed my face to wake up. "How's the water?" I asked. "It's great. Come on in. We can swim out into the deeper water and you can use my goggles." I took off my tee-shirt and stowed our clothes in the bag, covering it with a towel. There were not too many people around, but I wanted to be able to see everything from the water. "OK, race you into the sea," I shouted, taking off before him. I ran into the sea, dived through the incoming swell and swam out into the deeper water. I turned to watch Boy. He was less confident in the water, and was somewhat anxious about getting out of his depth. I waited for him to catch up. When he did, he put out his hands to hold onto my arm. We could stand on the sea-bed, but the water was level with his chest. "Let me hold onto you," he said as he wrapped his hands around my neck and gripped my waist with his legs. I smiled and fell backwards so that he released his grip to stay above the water. "That's not fair," he shouted, as he regained his hold when I surfaced again. "Let me see if I can dive through your legs out here." He slipped backwards, took a deep breath, up-ended his body and swam down between my legs. He surfaced behind me coughing and laughing at the same time. We went over to the rocks at the end of the beach and spend some time looking for fish under the water. Later, I gave him a head start and then raced him back into some shallower water. He practiced swimming underwater again. He liked to touch me under the water and I noticed his hands on my backside and touching my thighs as he moved around me. He climbed onto my back, piggy-back style and I play-wrestled trying to shake him off. He was like a young cowboy on a bucking horse, holding on as long as possible. We laughed. We splashed. We fooled about. Eventually I said I'd had enough and was going to lie on the towels again for some more rest. He followed me up the beach and stood before me as he unselfconsciously towelled himself off. "Thank you for bringing me Tom. I've had a great time this weekend." "That's OK. It's been fun having you around." "I've really enjoyed everything we've done together," he said, somewhat ambiguously. "Yes, the pool and the beach are great. And the food's been pretty good too." "I don't just mean that Tom – although I've loved all the swimming. I mean spending time with you, and you showing me stuff. That was great too." "Well ... ," I hesitated, "I'm glad you found that stuff in the bedroom fun ... but I'm not sure we should really be doing that anymore." "Why? What's the matter with it?" "Well ... after all ... you're working for me and I'm responsible for you in a way. It will feel different when we get back to the city." "I know. And I want to go on working for you as long as possible if you like my work. I don't want anything to change." "It's not really a question of whether I like your work, Boy. Your work is absolutely fine. You're very reliable. You respect the apartment. You don't create any trouble. And you're learning very fast." "What are you saying then Tom?" "It's not about your work, Boy. It's just that you're a young man. I'm not sure that you really know what you want yet. And I'm quite a lot older than you. I'm not sure that I should be the person to show you these kinds of things – about your body, about sex. I'm old enough to be your father after all." "I might be younger than you but I'm old enough to know what I want," he said. "I don't have a father any more. He died in an accident when I was eight. There's no one to teach me things or show me things in my family. But you can Tom." "I'm not at all sure that you should learning about your relationships and your sex life from someone like me. You probably don't yet really know what you want." "Well, I know that I want other men. I think I always have done. I like girls as my friends, but I can't imagine doing what we've done together with them. I'm just not like that." "Hmmm," I said, stalling for time. "I've fooled around with my cousin, and played with a couple of other boys from school. But they don't know much. They don't have any real experience. Not like you Tom." "But I'm a lot older than you, Boy. I've had more time to learn and pick up things naturally. You will learn a whole lot more as you grow up and experiment and gain experience with other people – boys or girls." "I want to learn more from you Tom. I know that my father would never have done stuff like this with me. In our families we never talked about sex. I never saw my parents touch each other. It's all something that's very private and no-one mentions it. I didn't have any teaching. No-one teaches that kind of stuff in here inThailand. And you're like a great teacher for me. Please, please don't make this stop." "What about finding a good close friend of your own age to experiment with? Maybe your cousin could help you." "I think he's more interested in his new girlfriend just now. We just wanked and stuff together out in the trees when no-one was around. And anyway, I prefer someone who's older. I really like a man like you, Tom. I don't want you to stop now." There was a pause for a few moments. Then Boy continued more quietly: "That's why when I saw the advert and you interviewed me for this job, I really wanted to work for you." "What do you mean Boy?" "I kind of knew you would be good for me. You are a kind, strong man. You're a bit like the father I would like to have now. Someone who can really show me stuff. Only because you're not my real father, there is nothing to stop us playing together like we did yesterday." He paused, then added: "Didn't you enjoy it last night Tom?" "Yes, Boy, I did. I enjoyed it a lot, even though I'm not sure I should be doing it with you. I said before, you're a really sweet, cute, sexy young man. Of course I enjoyed what we did together." "See, Tom. I loved what we did. You're like a proper grown-up father or uncle to me. You're a real man who's not afraid. You're not afraid to show yourself and what you like ... like when I was watching you wanking in the bathroom ... and when you walk around without any clothes on. I know that I want a man like that to show me things and who's not afraid of it." "Most men get horny some times," I replied, "It's only natural. But usually they can be horny in private." "But you like to sleep naked, Tom. And I think you like to wear no clothes. I love it when I can watch your great body. It would feel great if we could be naked here on this beach." I felt myself stirring at these images Boy was evoking. "Uh-huh," I said, "but I don't think that would be a very good idea right here." "I know," he said, "but maybe in your apartment... Then I would have less laundry to do." He laughed. "Maybe ..." "And when you touch me, Tom, it feels like electricity goes through me. I trust you. It feels so good when you touch my skin. It makes me so hot!" He reached out across the towels we were sitting on, picked up my hand with his, and placed it firmly across his genitals. "See?", he said. He was rigid inside his damp trunks. His cockhead was pushing through the drawstring. "Talking about this with you makes me hot. I want to cum with you again." I smiled, and stroked and squeezed his hardness through the fabric of his trunks. "Wow, you really are quite horny, aren't you?" "Mmmm. Yes. It's when we talk like this. When you touch me. When I look at your man's body. Please don't let us stop now, Tom. I want to learn more. You're making me so hot again." His cock was upright and pushing through the drawstring on his trunks. I rubbed the pre-cum with the palm of my hand as my fingers covered his obvious erection. "I think you better get back in the water to cool that off," I said. "Will you come with me, Tom?" "OK, you run on in there before everyone sees you in that state." He ran down the beach, his hand in front of him trying to obscure the bulge. I watched him go. I realised how beautiful he was – a teenage boy, slender, well-proportioned, developing strength in his thighs, arms and chest. I saw his smooth brown skin, taut rounded butt – an adolescent on the cusp of maturity, eager to learn and explore, wanting to know more about himself. He was far more confident than I had been at his age. I noticed my strong attraction to him – physically, sexually, lustfully, paternally, perhaps even emotionally. I'd enjoyed sexual play with other young men in the city – in saunas and massage parlours – often quick, hard, horny sex that was entirely physical and devoid of real intimacy. With Boy it felt different. He wanted me. He was coming onto me. This wasn't just sexual favours in return for his job and his wages. He'd made clear his arousal and excitement in my presence, even when I was trying to cool it off. As I watched him running into the sea, I realised how much his lithe young body turned me on physically; he'd given me some very strong erections and ejaculations in the last few days. The thought of him and his sexuality had been playing out in my mind and my dreams. Our conversation just now, and his pleading for more sex, had started to turn me on again. And at the back of my mind, a new awareness was forming – one that I'd pushed away before, one that I hadn't been ready to look at, one that scared me if I was honest with myself. He'd mentioned the loss of his dad and the absence of a teacher or father in his life – someone to show him about becoming a man. A part of me wanted to be that man towards him – someone who could teach him all about growing up into manhood. I began to admit it, perhaps for the first time. I was attracted to younger men. My fantasy thoughts sometimes involved older/younger male relationships. I enjoyed watching porn featuring teenage boys and imagining myself in the scene, sucking or fucking the boys. And here I was being offered it. Did I want to be Boy's teacher, or uncle, ... or father? Suddenly I could imagine myself doing stuff with him – and him doing stuff to me – as my student, my nephew, ... or even my son. How far would we actually go? Could I employ him, protect him, nurture him, teach him ... and be deeply sexually intimate with him ... all at the same time? All these thoughts flowed through my mind in quick succession. And they were having an effect on my body! I needed to get into the water before I too had something sizeable to cover up. I hastily put our belongings into a pile and covered them with a towel. Then I ran down the beach, into the water, to join Boy. He'd waded out into deeper water where the water covered his waist and his arousal. He turned around to wait for me. As I reached him, he pulled me further out into the sea with him. We were out past all the other people in the water. As I stood on the seabed, with my back to the beach, he put his hands around my neck and his legs around my waist, hanging from the front of my body. I leant my head forward to give him a quick, friendly kiss. He squeezed me tighter with his legs and thighs. I could feel the hardness in his trunks against my stomach. He smiled at me. "This is the effect you have on me, Tom." I kissed him chastely again. "Please don't let this stop. I really, really want you to show me everything you know. You can do anything with me." I moved my hands to hold him underneath his butt. "Mmm, that's nice, just there. Do you want to do what Jack was doing, and touch me inside my trunks?" He held on more tightly to my neck. I moved my hands to his waist and tried to push them inside the drawstring. There was very little room. "Wait," he said. He gripped me tighter with his thighs, and released one hand from my neck. He pulled the end of the draw-cord to undo the knot and slacken his trunks. I looked down at him, and slowly moved my hands inside the back of his trunks and over his butt-cheeks. "Yes, that's good. Every time you touch me, you make me so excited and horny." As I was kneading his boy ass beneath the water, he suddenly released his hands from around my neck and pushed backwards away from me in the sea. The quick movement, with my hands still inside his loosened trunks, caused them to slide over his hips and down to his thighs. He floated on the water in front of me, exposed, with his erection pointing upwards above the water. After a few moments of exposure, he swam back to me, his ass in the air and his trunks still half-way down his legs. He stood up before me, his private parts now beneath the water, yet still visible from where I stood in the gentle swell. "Go on, Tom. Make me cum again. Here, in the sea. Please!" He reached down to step out of his trunks and held them in his hands. I smiled with his pleasure, and held his hard cock beneath the water. I started to fondle him in the salt-water. "Turn around then, Boy. Face out to sea so no-one else can watch us." He turned and then stepped backwards into my body. My right hand went to his cock and wanked him vigorously. My left hand held his chest and played with his nipples. He leant back into my chest. His legs almost floated up. My own penis was swelling again with the illicit touch in public. As I sensed his excitement mounting, he hands moved behind him to grasp the waistband on my swimming shorts. He tugged them down at the front to release my cock. It sprang up in the water into the crack of his ass. He wriggled his bum up and down against me as I continued to wank him. I felt my cockhead move across his boy hole. Eventually I was pushing between his thighs and up against his root; my pubic hair was close against his smooth cheeks. I held his naked body up with my left arm. It was like he was sitting on the hook of my cock. He was close. I jerked him strongly and felt the pumping of his cum up his rod and out into the sea. I slowed the movement and helped him to stand on the sand beneath the swell again. "Oh, that was great!" He looked at the globules of jism in the water. "I hope the fish will enjoy feeding on me." He bent down to step back into his trunks. "Shall I help you cum, Tom?" he asked as he reached forward to feel me. "Not just now, thanks, Boy. I can't reload as fast as you. I think I'll save it for later." "Hey, great. Does that mean you're going to let me do this all over again with you?" "We'll see," I smiled. "Having sex with you is certainly exciting. And I don't think I can really stop just yet!" "Good. I can't wait to see what you show me next." And he made a playful grab for my cock. "All in good time, Boy. Let's not rush. There's no hurry to finish your lessons. You can relax and enjoy them." "Mmmm, I'm going to." "And every boy growing up should remember: your teacher knows best." "Yes, of course, sir." "Or maybe you want that to be: your father knows best," as I patted his back paternally. "Oh, Yesss ... I'm willing to do whatever you want ... Teacher ... Dad." And he gave me a big hug as we stood there in the water. "Come on then, Boy. I think he's time we got our things together, find a café for a drink, and started for home. It's been a great weekend of fun." ................. to be continued in Chapter 10 Please continue emailing tpickles2@gmail.com and telling me your reactions. And please support Nifty to keep publishing at http://donate.nifty.org/.