Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2015 13:28:08 +0100 From: tpickles Subject: Toby - Chapter 2 This is an erotic novel about gay relationships between a teenage youth and various other men. It is a work of fiction and written for my own entertainment. This novel interacts with another parallel book at about Boy and Tom that you can follow at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/boy-series/. I hope you enjoy this twist! .......................Continued from Chapter 1.............................. He smiled at me and leaned forward towards me. "How do you fancy living with me in Thailand for the next few years?" I was gob-smacked. I didn't know what to say. This had just happened out of the blue. Dad told me that I'd already lost my mother and he didn't want us to be separated like that. He wanted us to be together especially as he was a bit worried about living in a strange country. So he'd checked with the company and they were fine for him to move out to Thailand and bring his family – meaning me! They provided all their senior British employees with a proper house to live in. They would help with school fees out there so that I would continue to get a good education in English. They would pay for flights each year for us to come to England on holiday. The house would have what he called a `maid' – someone who looked after it, did the shopping, and made some of the meals. This would mean that I could live at home all the time and just travel to school for the day – no more boarding. And that's how I came to live in Thailand with my dad and begin a whole new chapter in my life. That's where this journal really begins. CHAPTER 2 Hello secret journal. Here I am in Bangkok, living with dad again in our new house. It's pretty cool. It's so different from back home. I mean, it's so hot, and so noisy in the city. There are no fields around. And there are people everywhere. Most people seem so much younger than they do back home. There are lots of kids everywhere. Dad's company gave us a house near to Sukhumvit Road in Bangkok. It's about one kilometre from the main road in a side street. There are so many side streets everywhere that I got lost a couple of times when I went out exploring. But now I know my way around, to the shops, the main road, and the Skytrain. Our house seems quite old. There are two floors. Downstairs there's a big living room and a dining room and a bathroom for visitors. There's a large area for preparing food and another kitchen area for cooking it. By the side of the kitchen is a room and bathroom for our `maid' – that's a woman who lives in the house and does all the cleaning and cooking – she's called Non. She sleeps in her room some nights, and other times she goes back to her home where she has a husband and her own children. Sometimes her husband comes as well to look after the garden. She only speaks a little English and dad says I have to try and learn some Thai. But that's pretty hard because it doesn't look like English at all. Anyway Non seems quite nice and she's trying to make some food that I will eat instead of all the hot spicy food that everyone eats here. Upstairs in our house there are four big bedrooms and a couple of bathrooms. Dad has the big bedroom at the front with its own bathroom. He asked me which bedroom I wanted, so I looked all around and eventually chose one at the back next to the other bathroom. It felt more private. And I can look out of the window at the garden and no-one can see in from the other houses in the area. After the first few days here, dad had to start work in his new job. We have a car, but someone from the company comes and picks him up early each morning to go to work. Dad says soon we will have a motorbike as well, like everyone else, to get around. He says he will teach me to ride it but the traffic seems really bad to me, and I'm not so sure. When dad's gone to work, there is only me and Non in the house. That gives me plenty of time to have my first wank in the morning, and then my first shower of the day. Dad's arranging for me to go to the International School but it's taking a bit of time to set up. So every day I'm free to wander around in the area, and sometimes take the Skytrain into the city. It's really hot, so I don't want to walk very far. I've got a bike now which is OK for an hour or so, but then you need to go indoors to find some aircon and cool down with a drink. I've been going to McDonalds and ice-cream shops and such like where I can sit down with a drink and some food and just watch. Everywhere is so busy. I don't know very much Thai yet, so it's hard to understand what people are saying. Everyone talks so fast. If I can't talk, I can still watch and look. And there's a lot to see. First thing I noticed was all the schoolgirls because they all seem to look the same: white shirts, black short skirts with a tight belt and white socks. They all look so skinny and young. I can't really tell how old they are. They go around in groups talking to each other. But it's not the girls I'm most interested in, so I started checking out the boys. There are a lot of boys everywhere. They either look very smart or very scruffy. The smart boys are dressed for school. They all wear really tight black trousers that hug their bums. I can see the outline of their briefs through the trousers. And I can see their bulge at the front which makes me wonder what size they are. Most of the boys seem smaller that in the UK. They certainly don't have many fat boys here. But it's difficult to tell their ages. A few have a few hairs on the face, but I quickly noticed that Asian boys and men really don't have any hair on their body. I have to check them out quite closely to look for hair on their legs or their face. The scruffy boys are wearing torn jeans or baggy shorts, big tee-shirts and baseball caps. Again they can be any age, but with this clothing it's much more difficult to check out their muscles, their bums or their cocks. At first I thought many of these boys were gay because they were touching each other and being very physical; but then I realised that this is quite natural here in Thailand. The girls do it too. No-one seems to think it's gay to touch and hold each other in the street. Sometimes when I'm sitting in a café, I can watch a group of boys on a nearby table. They're chatting and playing together, taking selfies and group pictures, surfing on their phones. I try to guess how old they are. If I'm feeling horny, I like to check out their crotches and bums. Sometimes I follow one of them to the toilets but mostly they are very private in there. They must be wanking at home and I fantasise about what it would be like to watch them do it. With all this spare time until I can start at the school, I'm into wanking big time. I've got lots of fantasies going, mostly about the older boys at my last school in York. Because I can't see them for real any more, I have to use my imagination. I've been creating stories in my head about what we might do together. We've had a phone line and broadband installed in the house. It works OK but it's not as fast as at home in England. Sometimes in the evening it can get really slow; there must be lots of people using it. I checked out all my favourite websites for men and porn. Quite a lot of them don't seem to work here. There is just official-looking writing on the screen in Thai, which I guess means that it's blocked or censored or something. Before we came here, I looked up about gay men in Thailand on Google, and there were quite a lot of sites that described gay life in Thailand. It seems like it's very common in the cities and gay men can be quite open at work and at home. So I reckon there must be more Thai websites. I've tried Googling for Thai Gay Men and found lots of pages. Some of the porn ones are blocked, and many seem to be written in Thai which I can't read – but the pictures look great! Then I found a couple of chat sites for gay men here. The most popular one seems to be GayRomeo. It's in English too. If I don't find a way of looking at guys here in Thailand, I think I'll go crazy. There are some very sexy pictures on GayRomeo but I can't browse more of the site without registering. One night I was so horny that I just had to register and get onto the site. So I clicked to register a new account and create my profile. I had to say I was 18 years old. I put in details about myself – some true (like my height and weight and origin) and some made-up (like my age and my experience). I didn't really understand all the questions, especially some about `preferences', so I left some sections blank. I tried to make myself sound like some of the older boys back home that I really fancy. The website said that I really needed some pictures to make my profile look good. I found a whole album of pictures on my phone that I'd taken secretly of the boys at my York school. There were quite a lot of pictures of Carl who I thought looked fantastic; he's 18 with a great fit body and a good bum. Of course I didn't have any naked pictures of him, but there were some of him in his football gear on the pitch, and some in casual clothes in the evening. They'd do. I used three pictures of him at a distance – no real close-ups. I was scared in case anyone recognised him. I played around with my profile for a few days, saying that I was English, recently moved to Bangkok with my family, and looking to chat with other guys, but I only spoke English. Wow, there were a lot of guys with profiles who seemed to be very close to our house. Maybe 20 men within a kilometre or so. And they were all ages – from around 19/20, up to 70s. Most were Thai or Chinese looking and some were white – European, Australian or American I guessed. Most had photographs and these were the ones I looked at first. Some really cute guys! Some also seemed to have more explicit pictures but I couldn't see these because it kept asking me to become a paying member of the site. That was a big disappointment. I discovered that every time I logged onto the site, my profile was visible to other guys. This meant that I started to get `tracks' when people checked out my profile. Some guys even put stickers on my profile like `cute', `sexy' and `hot'. That felt great! Other people liked me here. But then I remembered that my profile was not entirely truthful – and the pictures were of Carl, not me. The first few times that people sent me messages, I ignored them. I didn't really know what to reply and how to chat. Then I kind of realised that really it was no different to chatting with my friends on Facebook. I just had to answer when I felt like it, and say anything really. That's when I started to experiment with chatting to other guys on the website. The first guy I really chatted with looked great. His name was `Bkkguy8' and his profile said he was 19, lived in Bangkok, was a student, and looking for friends. In his pictures, he had a really nice face. This is a bit of our chat: Bkkguy8: Hi, how r u? Me: Hello. I'm good. Thank you. Bkkguy8: I like your photos – very nice. Where r u from? Me: Thanks. I'm from England. Just arrived in Thailand. Bkkguy8: Are you on holiday? Travelling? Me: No. I live here now. My family came here for work. Bkkguy8: Oh. So what r u doing now? Me: I'm going to start at the international school to finish my education [I realised at that point that this might give my age away] Bkkguy8: I see. So you're still at school. Me: Yes. Just a few exams to do. [I hope he believes my age now] Bkkguy8: What do you think of Bkk [Bangkok] then? Me: It's pretty good. Big. Noisy. So many people. Bkkguy8: Yeah, that's Bangkok for you. Have you met many people here? Me: Not really. I'm hoping to find some new friends. Bkkguy8: ;-) Nice. How about gay friends. Me: I have some gay friends in England. Just looking around here in Bangkok. Bkkguy8: There's a lot to choose from. Me: Yes. There are so many guys here on this site. Bkkguy8: Yeah. Just be careful. Lot of time-wasters. Not me though hehe. Me: My problem is not knowing Thai. You have good English. Bkkguy8: Thanks. I learn English at school and university. I want to travel. Everyone needs English today. Me: Guess I'm lucky then. Bkkguy8: What you looking for here? Me: Hope I can make some new friends. Bkkguy8: You might be lucky. Lot of guys just looking for sex. Be careful. Me: I know. But you're Asian right? Bkkguy8: I'm Thai. Me: Is it different for Thai? Bkkguy8: How do you mean? Me: Like there seem to be a lot of gay Thai guys. Must be easy to meet. Bkkguy8: I guess a lot of my friends are gay. It's no big deal to be gay at work or university. Me: Wow, really. Very different in England. So it's easy to find a boyfriend here? Bkkguy8: Depends on what you like and what you look for. Me – I'm less keen on other Thai boys. I like something different. Me: What u mean? Bkkguy8: That's why I chat with farang [white - European, American] guys. Me: Oh. Bkkguy8: I prefer their looks. I like your pictures. You look fit and strong. You're more filled out than most Thai guys. Me: [Oh shit, but that's not really a picture of me] OK. Right. And like, Thai guys are more slim and they don't have much hair, right? Bkkguy8: I guess there are all sorts. But a lot of Thai guys are smaller than farang. Do you have a boyfriend in England? Have you messed around with any guys here yet? Me: No. [but I wish I had] I'm quite new here and don't really know many guys. Bkkguy8: Shouldn't be a problem for you. Not with the body in your pics. Me: Maybe [I wish] Bkkguy8: In your football pics, you look quite defined. Have you got a good big cock too? Me: ... I don't know. About average I guess. Bkkguy8: I love a farang cock to suck on. Me: Yeah. Sounds good. [Mmmm, sounds fantastic] Bkkguy8: Got any cock pics to send me so I can see how big you are farang-guy? Me: [oh shit] Sorry, they're all on my other camera in England. Bkkguy8: You can always take some new ones. I'll send you a couple of me. Me: Great. A moment later, my tablet pings twice as messages arrive from Bkkguy8. He's sent two pictures over. I open the first one. He's taken a picture of himself in the mirror. The flash has obscured his face but I can see the rest of his body. He's taken his tee-shirt off and pushed his pants down beneath his balls. He's got a great looking body. Perfectly smooth. No chest hair – which looks kind of different for a guy of his age compared to what I've seen before with guys at my school. There is a big patch of black hair above his cock. His cock is soft and lying on his thigh, the foreskin pulled back to show his shiny head. His balls are hairless and hanging between his thighs. Wow. So nice. I open the second picture. It's his cock again, but this time he's hard. The picture is looking down his body and he's holding his cock straight up away from his body. He's obviously been wanking when he took the picture. The head is wet. It makes me immediately excited. Bkkguy8: Get them? What do you think? Me: Wow. Great. Bkkguy8: Do you want more of that then? Maybe we could meet. Me: Ok. I'll let you know. I think my dad's just got home. Got to go. And I quickly closed the chat windows and the app. I looked at the pictures he'd sent me. I was very excited. I'd unzipped my shorts and was playing with myself. I lay back on the bed with the pictures open in front of me. I was just chatting with this guy and he showed me his hard cock. I just had to cum. Actually, I wank a lot. I think it must be the heat. I feel horny all the time. And maybe because I don't have school to go to yet, I can fantasise all day thinking about cuming. Chatting to that guy on GayRomeo made me feel great. And his pictures were fantastic. I wanted to see his body for real – but the age and pictures I'd put in the profile, weren't really me, so I realised it wasn't too safe to fix anything with him. Hmmm. Problem. It didn't stop me having a big wank just looking at his pictures and imagining him. I can wank quite easily in my bedroom, lying on the bed. No-one's going to come in. Dad's out of the house all day, and anyway he'd knock on my door first. And Non won't come in to clean if she knows I'm in. I just need to clear everything up for her – don't want her finding any evidence on a tissue or the sheets. I've discovered five great ways that I love wanking: (1) I like to stand in front of the big mirror in my bedroom and look at myself. Have some music playing. Then I start to undress myself, trying to make it slow and sexy. Kick off my sandals first. Then play with lifting up before pulling it over my head. I try to move my shoulders and pecs to make my body look good. Next I undo my belt and play with the fastening. Usually I'm wearing shorts, but sometimes my jeans. This is the part that I take my time over. Quite often I'm hard already by this stage. So I can see the outline of my cock in the mirror beneath my shorts. That makes me even more hot. When I can't wait any longer, I drop my shorts. I like looking at myself in my underwear, turning around to try and see my backside as well as my front. I'm always fully erect by now, so it's very obvious inside my pants. If I'm wearing briefs, my cock is pushing to one side. If I'm wearing boxers, my cock might be pointing down one leg. Looks great either way. Next comes the big reveal, when I slide my pants off. I'd really like someone else to be there to do this bit. I can admire my naked body in the mirror, feeling my cock, my balls and my bum. Usually I have to start wanking quickly. I like to watch myself cuming. I'll cum on the mirror or on the floor, and imagine that it's someone else there with me. (2) When Non is away during the day, I sometimes like the excitement of getting undressed and wandering around the empty house without my clothes. I have to close the curtains in front of the big windows on the street side first. I like the thrill of being naked and wanking in different rooms. I went into my dad's bathroom and stood in front of his mirror over the washbasin to wank. I was imagining him there and doing the same thing. I don't know if he does, but it was exciting to think that he might. Another time I went as far as the kitchen. There was a bottle of cooking oil on the table and I put some on my hand and then started wanking. It was so slippery. I rubbed the oil all over my cock and balls. That made me very hard. I stood at the corner of the table, with my balls just resting on the table top. It only took a couple of minutes to shoot my load right across the table. I made sure to scrub it well afterwards, before anyone could see the wet marks. (3) I love wanking in the shower. I use lots of shower gel to soap up my cock and balls and cover myself in foam. I love the slippery feeling – and my cock gets really clean at the same time. It's great to shoot onto the tiles or the glass screen and then watch my cum sliding down. And it's dead-easy to clean up afterwards. (4) Now I've started finding places away from the house to wank. This is scary and exciting at the same time. Because there are people everywhere in Bangkok, it's very hard to find places where no-one can see you. And I don't want to get caught, `cos I don't know what would happen to me. I did it a couple of times in the public toilets in a shopping mall. This was ok, but there were always people going in and out and I thought someone might hear me. Then one day last week I was inside one of the big stores looking at some clothes. I found a pair of jeans that I really liked, so I asked if I could try them on. The assistant showed me to the fitting room. When I was inside, I took off my shorts to try on the jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror and realised this was a great place to have a secret wank. I pulled my pants off, made myself hard and jerked off real quick. Fortunately, I had some tissues in my pocket to catch my cum. This was so good I decided to do it again a couple of days ago. I went to a different store and picked out two or three pairs of trousers to try on. The assistant looked really sexy and I kept trying to ask him questions. He was wearing really tight trousers that showed off his bum and his bulge. I guess he was 17 or 18 with a fit, smooth body. As he moved around I was already getting solid in my shorts. I loved it when he bent over to look for some different sizes or colours for me. I would have taken a picture of him if I could. After about five minutes he led me to the fitting room with three pairs of trousers. I locked the door and quickly removed all my clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to imagine the assistant being naked in there with me. I was feeling myself all over, imagining his hands, and gradually bringing myself to a climax. I must have been in there for some time because the assistant knocked on my door and said something. I needed to cum quickly. I just about remembered to pull out the tissues from my shorts and then shot a big load into them. I got dressed quite fast, opened the door and carried the trousers back out. The assistant was looking at me as I walked towards him. My cock was still pretty swollen inside my shorts and I guess he must have noticed. He was smiling at me. I thanked him for his help but said that I wasn't really sure about them. I smiled and left quickly. I wonder whether he went in to check the fitting room after me. I guess it probably smelt of my cum. (5) I've tried putting my hard dick into different things but it never really works because so many things have hard edges. It's quite good using the inside of the toilet paper roll – but that's sometimes too small now for my cock. The best thing I've got is an old softball that I brought from England. The outside is covered in some kind of suede and where that's been torn, there is a hole that I can push my cock through. The inside is made of something like rubber to make the ball bounce. I used a knife to cut away some of the rubber. I fixed up the bookcase in my bedroom so that this ball was on a shelf at the same height as my cock and was kept in position by the books around it. Now I can push my cock in and out of the ball – like fucking it – and I don't need to use my hands. I use my hands on my hips or to hold my bum instead. It's a great feeling. I keep looking for other things that I can push into like this. The only problem is that I'm standing so close to the bookcase that I can't see myself in the mirror. And the ball is getting pretty smelly too because I've cum in it about five times so far. I don't know what I'll do when I start at the international school. I'm wanking so often just now I don't think I'll have time for lessons and studying. Like McDonalds says in their slogan: "I'm loving it." ........................ To be continued in Chapter 3 ................. 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