Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2015 11:58:17 +0000 From: tpickles Subject: Toby - Chapter 14 This is an erotic novel about gay relationships between a teenage youth and various other boys and men. *** NEW *** 'BOY' in KINDLE FORMAT Volume 1 of 'Boy: The Mentoring of a Gay Teenager' now on Amazon http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0177EX1XY http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0177EX1XY This novel interacts with another one telling the story of Boy and Tom at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-series/ ................ Chapter 13 of Toby's Journal ended like this ................. "Fuck, yeah," I said, as the spasms eased off. I pushed my face deep into his root again, and as I did so, I felt the contraction in his butt as he started to shoot off. I felt his jism land all over my chest in several stringy, white blasts. After a few moments more, Chakri's body collapsed down onto mine. We lay like that for several minutes with sticky goo smeared between us, and pooling in my pubes and over my balls. "I always thought this weekend together would be good, but this evening has been great! Everything you've done to me, Toby, has been amazing." "How about we go and enjoy another shower together to clean up?" I suggested. "Yeah, great. I loved it when you soaped me up before." We disentangled our bodies and made our way to the luxurious bathroom again. Stepping into the walk-in shower, I noticed that we were both still semi-aroused. I pushed Chakri under the rain-shower and started to clean him up, allowing my cock to brush against him frequently. Afterwards, he did the same to me. A few minutes later, we stepped out and dried ourselves. Back in the big bed, he curled in close to me. "You're like my best friend and my `big' brother," he said. "And we've got a whole weekend to enjoy even more of this." CHAPTER 14 When we woke up on Saturday morning, the bed was a complete mess. There were towels and tissues strewn about from our sex-play. Somehow shirts, socks and underwear had got mixed up in it all. It didn't much look like a luxury hotel bedroom anymore. Chakri had woken first and about the first thing he did was crawl down the bed to take my cock into his mouth again. Of course, it rose quickly to full-size. He was busy stroking me as I came round from sleep. "Mmm, nice way to wake up," I said, "Do you want another mouthful of my juice for breakfast?" "Yeah, if you can manage it." I straightened myself out on the bed and let him get to work on me. He was already gripping my balls in his hand to encourage me. I knew I was capable of cuming two or three times in a day, so I hoped there had been enough time to recharge them. I looked down my naked body. His sweet little face was fastened over my stiffness. He was like a milking machine! As he knelt beside me on the bed, his ass was in reach, so I used my hand to give him a slap on the buttocks. Yesterday he'd seemed to enjoy these physical smacks on his ass; maybe this would encourage him to work even faster on me. I loved the sight of my manhood pushing into his mouth. I only wish I'd been able to experience sliding it in and out of his ass last night – but he'd not been able to take me like that. I'd have to wait longer for my first fuck. "Aahh, go on Chakri, suck me deep. You know how much you like it." The answer was a series of moans and grunts as his face was fully stuffed with my cock and he wasn't letting up. "Oh, fuck yeah ... Get ready ... I'm going to cum!" I blasted off a load into his mouth. He couldn't take it all and as he lifted his face off me, the last two shots landed on his cheeks and around lips. It was pretty hot to see his face covered in my cum. He didn't do anything to wipe it off, and the juice started to run and drip onto his chest. He swivelled round until he was kneeling astride my body. "Put your cock against my bum," he said. I took hold of my thickness and wiped it against his crack. He lowered himself against me and rubbed his ass with my still-hard cock as he started to beat himself off fast. His cock was pointing straight out from his little bush of hair. His smooth balls were already pulled up above his splayed smooth thighs. I tried to hold my cockhead against his ass-hole and this made him wank even faster. Suddenly, he threw his head back, let out a shout, and three strings of boy-cum were ejected from the end of his cock, landing on my chest beneath him. As he slowed down, I scooped some of his cum up with my fingers and pushed it into his mouth. "Now you can taste two different juices for your breakfast." It was getting late, so we showered together, got dressed in shorts and tee-shirts, and made our way together to the dining room for breakfast. Dad and Chanita were already eating. Chanita gave us a long look as we crossed the floor towards them. I hoped she couldn't see the still-swollen cock in my pants – although she'd probably been feeling my dad's thick cock through the night. She smiled as we sat down but didn't say anything. "Oh, you've finally got up then," said dad, joking, "I thought I was going to have to wake you boys up." The thought of my dad entering our room and finding us on the bed together was not a good one. "What do you boys want to do today? We thought we might drive out into the countryside. Chanita says there are some popular waterfalls near-by, and then we might go on to the `death railway' that was built by prisoners working for the Japanese during the second world war. There's a section that's been opened up as a museum to show the conditions in which the prisoners had to work. We could get some lunch somewhere and come back here in the afternoon to use the pool and the spa. How does that sound? Or would you rather just stay around here all day?" I looked at Chakri to gauge his reactions. He was nodding to me. "That sounds good, dad," I replied, "But we would like to go swimming and stuff at some point. We need to cool off. And we should use all these facilities whilst we're here." "Great. So you boys need to finish breakfast before they clear everything away. Then let's meet up at reception in half-an-hour. It's going to be hot, so you'd better bring a hat and some sun-screen." The atmosphere was good as we drove away in the car. Dad and Chanita were up-front and there was plenty of chat as we tried to navigate our way through the country following a rather out-of-date map and some not very accurate road-signs. It was a good job we had Chanita and Chakri who could make sense of it all. After about 45 minutes, we arrived at a large road-side car park with twenty or more cars already there. We climbed out and followed the signs, past a whole area of shacks and huts selling food, drink and souvenirs, into the jungle. The wide path led to the river and a series of waterfalls that were cascading over a cliff. Dad and Chanita stopped to take some photos of each other. Chakri and I decided to follow the path further around the side of the cliff and see where the water was coming from. As we climbed up, we passed a series of pools each with its own waterfall in and waterfall out. Some were very small; others were the size of a swimming pool. Near the top was a large pool that was obviously popular. The rocks had been worn smooth by the water. There were some picnic tables and a guy selling food. Right at the edge of the pool was a large boulder that the kids were using as a diving platform from which to jump and dive into the pool. "We should have brought our bathers," I said to Chakri. "We can go in, in our shorts if you want," he said. "No – I don't have anything to change into – and dad won't want to get his car wet." "Let's sit and watch a bit then." There was a gang of young boys playing in the water and jumping off the boulder. Some were wearing shorts and others were just wearing their pants. It was funny to watch them. Most of the pants and some of the shorts must have been quite old because the elastic wasn't strong enough to hold them up when they jumped. There were lots of boy bums and cocklets on display. No-one seemed too bothered. Most of these boys were still pre-pubescent, so their bodies didn't hold too much interest for me, but sometimes I could glimpse some tufts of hair under their arms or as their pants were pushed down for a moment or two. Three older boys got up from the bank and pushed the younger boys out of the way so they could show-off by diving into the pool. These boys were a lot more interesting! "Do you see him?" urged Chakri, nodding towards a teenage boy standing on top of the boulder. He must have been about 14, with a smooth, brown chest and strong legs. As we watched, he performed a great, clean dive into the water. As he pulled himself out, his nylon shorts were clinging to his body. His rounded buttocks were wonderfully outlined as he climbed out; then when he turned around to his friends, I could see the sculptured outline of his cock and balls. He couldn't have been wearing anything underneath the nylon of his shorts. His mates were in the water now, and for a time they were wresting and throwing each other about. Arms and legs and bodies were getting mangled together. "I'd love to be playing with them," said Chakri. "Yeah," I replied, "I wonder if they do what we were doing at night." "Mmm, that tall one in the blue shorts looks really hot." We watched them a bit longer until all three boys climbed out of the water and make their way further into the jungle on one of the paths. Wonder what they were getting up to? "Come on, the show's over, I think we should be getting back down again." Back down at the car, the others were waiting for us. We grabbed some drinks from one of the shacks and headed off further up the road. Half-an-hour later we arrived at the museum and exhibition for the Death Railway. This was really well done, but quite uncomfortable to see. We walked down into the steep cutting to see just what the prisoners-of-war had been made to do by the Japanese. Most of the rock-cutting had been done by hand. It seems as though thousands of men had died here during the war. In the warmth and quiet of the day, it was pretty uncomfortable to be made to think about this stuff. Afterwards, dad took us all to a restaurant near-by where Chakri and Chanita ordered a whole lot of food for us. There were seven or eight dishes on the table and I ate until I felt stuffed. Then we climbed back into the car and drove back to the resort hotel. I think most of us were feeling full and sleepy, so it was pretty quiet in the car. When we got back, Chakri and I went to our room to pick up our swimming things. There was a really big pool in the gardens and only a few people using it. Dad and Chanita went off to the spa to get themselves some massage treatments. We got changed quickly and dived into the pool. I was remembering the boys we'd seen rough-playing at the waterfalls in the morning. We swam some lengths, practiced our dives, and then started horsing around in the water. It was great to be cooling off. Chakri suggested that we go to the spa and use their sauna. I wasn't so sure as it didn't seem the right thing to be doing on a hot day, but I followed him anyway. Inside the spa there was a large wooden sauna cabin that could probably take around twenty people. There were just three people inside when we arrived - two guys and a woman. The woman left soon after and I glanced across at the men, wondering if anything ever happened in places like that. If it did, it wasn't going to happen whilst we were there. I found the temperature too hot, so I left the sauna for a cool shower and then jumped back in the pool. Chakri followed soon after. When we were bored with the swimming, we lay out on the sun-loungers absorbing some of the afternoon rays. Maybe I felt asleep for a time - not surprising after our games of the previous night - because it was starting to get dark when Chakri nudged me and said he was going back to our room. I picked up my towel and clothes and went back with him. In the bedroom I lay down on the bed whilst Chakri surfed through the TV channels again. He was checking out more of the porn channels, most of which hadn't started broadcasting yet. Eventually he found one that interested him and I looked up from the bed to watch three guys undressing each other and beginning to kiss and suck each other off. It was pretty good, but the men were not really more style: they were too big, muscled and hairy to attract me. I reckoned it was some kind of satellite or video channel because I couldn't imagine this type of programme being broadcast in Thailand. After watching the action for around twenty minutes, Chakri stood up. "Do you fancy trying out the big Jacuzzi in the bathroom?" he asked, "I've never used one of those things. Mostly Thais just use showers at home." "Yeah, ok," I replied. "It's big enough for the two of us. Let's use it together!" He walked across the room to the bathroom and I could hear the taps starting to fill the bath. After a few moments, I followed, leaving the TV to play the porn to an empty room. The bath occupied a whole corner of the bathroom, with jets of water filling it from various sides and the bottom. Chakri had found some bath foam which was now frothing all over the rising water level. He was watching the water fill and checking the temperature as I entered and took a pee. He started to undress and I watched him in the mirror as he removed first his tee-shirt and then his shorts and briefs. I loved the sight of his slim body and slender bum, with the protruding rounded buttocks. I'd really enjoyed playing with them last night when he'd asked me to try and fuck him – although I'd not been able to gain entry. I watched him lift one leg, spreading his ass, as he stepped over the side of the bath. I turned away from the toilet and started to get undressed. Just as I'd done with him, Chakri sat in the water watching me with a grin all over his face. "I can't get enough of looking at your amazing body!" he said. I walked across the floor and pushed my hips forward, offering my cock to him. He grabbed it eagerly with one hand and took it into his mouth. I immediately began to stiffen until he brought me to another full erection. I pulled away from him and gave him a display of my swinging, hard cock as it bounced from one side of my belly to the other. His body was hidden beneath the foam in the bath. I took my time climbing in and sitting down at the other end until we were facing each other and our legs were caught up together. We both lay back in the bath, letting the water jets massage our bodies and maintain a deep layer of foam across the surface of the water. We both moved our feet against the other, touching thighs, balls, cocks and bellies with our toes. After a time, I signalled for Chakri to turn around and sit between my legs where he lay back into my chest and I could soap and wash him from behind. We both enjoyed several minutes of play like this. Suddenly, I heard the noise of a knock on the bedroom door and then the unmistakeable sound of the door being opened. I immediately thought this might be my dad – in which case I was panicking that he was going to see the gay porn on the TV screen. But then I was pretty certain that my dad would have knocked and waited for an answer before walking in, particularly as he knew Chakri was also staying in the room. I held Chakri still in the bath so that no sound would escape and give us away. We listened as the person in the adjoining bedroom moved around the room. I heard them close the curtains to the outside terrace, and then tidy up the glasses and cans that we'd been using. Maybe this was one of the hotel domestic staff doing a late clean. Some more things got moved around, and it sounded as though some clothes were being picked up of the floor. Then the steps approached the bathroom door. A figure began to push the door open, holding our wet swimming trunks and towels in front. As the person stepped into the bathroom, I recognised the young room steward, Mack. At the same time, he saw us in the Jacuzzi. He stopped briefly, obviously surprised to see us there, and then took another couple of steps into the room. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he began, "I knocked on the door but didn't hear any reply. I came in to get your room ready for the night. I have to close the curtains and turn down the bed covers, and check the room is clean. Sorry! I'm very sorry to disturb you." He was about to step back out of the bathroom, but something seemed to hold him there. Chakri was covered by the foam when he spoke. "Never mind. You can hang the towel up on the rail to dry if you need to. What's your name again?" "My name is Mack. I'm the room steward on this corridor. I showed you to your room yesterday." He moved his head slightly to look at me. "And you are Mr Toby, I think." I nodded. I'd never been caught so exposed before. Still, it was probably not as bad as my dad finding me like this. I guessed that Mack had to be discreet with the guests who were paying his wages after all. "Would you like me to prepare both beds for you ... or just the big bed?" he asked. "I think you only used one bed last night." "One bed is fine," answered Chakri. "And I see you found the porn channels that I switched on for you," he said with a smile, hanging up the towels and costumes to dry. "Did you find something you liked?" "Err, yes. There is a big choice here." "I think so. But the staff are not allowed this TV in their rooms. I see you were watching the men together on the TV. Are you two boyfriends?" It was time for me to say something. "Not really proper boyfriends. We go to school together and we are good friends." "I can see you enjoy having a bath together. And you sleep in the same bed. I saw you playing together in the swimming pool before. I cleaned the towels for you this morning. I think they needed cleaning." Mack smiled, as if at a private joke. I remembered how we'd used the towels to clean up some of our cum last night and this morning. I stared at him as I realised he'd probably been looking at the cum-stains or sniffing the towels, and knew what we'd been doing. "It's no problem," Mack continued, "I have to clean the towels each day anyway. And I know what a lot of guests like to do when they stay here. Maybe I am like you too. I like some of the men who come and stay. But a farang boy and a Thai boy here together is different. I never have that before. It is new for me." And as he spoke to us, his hand moved to touch his genitals in a small gesture. "I'm sorry if we made a lot of mess for you to clear up," said Chakri. "It was my friend Toby – he cums a lot when he shoots!" Mack grinned and took a step closer towards us in the bath, as if he wanted to see more. "I know some farang men can make a lot." "How do you know that?" asked Chakri, leaning forward in the bath as if to hide his privates more. "Um, well, I sometimes see farang men in a video. And sometimes, a guest wants me to come to his room ... you know ... to do something together. The staff are not allowed to do that, but I know some of the girls are invited into a room by a guest, and once or twice, a man has asked me. And he pays me extra money, which is very helpful for me. But please don't tell the hotel – I don't want to lose my job." "You have sex with the guests?" I asked, somewhat shocked by this discovery. "No, no ... not really ... just one or two times ... if the man is nice and kind and I can trust him." There was a pause. None of us knew what to say next. Then Mack broke the awkwardness: "Would you like me to come here to your room later?" As I looked at him, he slipped his hand into his trouser pocket and started feeling himself. I could tell he was becoming aroused. "I think we could have a lot of fun together. You would like it. Most of the men here are much older. But I like men near my own age more. No-one would know. I can keep a secret." He added, "I won't tell your dad." I'd not really looked at Mack close up before. I reckoned he was my height, maybe two or three years older, quite slender build very neatly dressed in his uniform, with short dark hair. His hand was making quite a play with his crotch. He smiled at me as I appraised him. He was obviously experienced with guys from what he'd said already. Here was a very unexpected offer from a stranger – but how to respond. In the end, I didn't have to. Chakri chipped in: "What do you think Toby? It could be fun with three of us. We have to leave tomorrow." He turned to Mack, "But we don't have any money to give you." "It's Ok," Mack replied quickly, "I don't need any money from you. I would just like some good fun. Everything is free! I get horny very easily – you will see – I get horny now with you! There are not many boys here to have fun with. And I've never been with a farang boy. I want to see if you're different." I looked at him and saw the excitement in his eyes. "OK – but just for fun, not money. And not tell anyone." "Yes, yes," he answered eagerly, "But now I must go. I have other rooms to check and prepare. I will see you later tonight. I finish work at 9.00. I can't be seen coming to your room at that time. Please leave the door open to the gardens – and keep the light off. It will be dark then and I can come in that way. I'm sure we will have a lot of fun!" And with that he was gone. I gave Chakri a squeeze. I could tell he was hard from the way he wriggled around against me. "Is that OK with you?" I asked him. "Mmm, yes. I think he is older than anyone else I've seen. It could be very good." "Come on then, we need to get ready for dinner." ............ to be continued soon in Chapter 15 of Toby's Journal ............. RELATED LINKS AND MORE 'BOY: The Mentoring of a Gay Teenager' available as a Kindle download http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0177EX1XY Search your local Amazon / Kindle website by the title. Boy's adventures with Tom, Toby and others http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-series/ Thai Boys photo gallery - apologies - Tumblr just deleted the gallery And please support Nifty to keep publishing all these stories! http://donate.nifty.org/. (c) Tom Pickles, 2015 I love reading how the story excites you at tpickles2@gmail.com.