Date: Tue, 6 Oct 2015 10:19:25 +0100 From: tpickles Subject: Toby - Chapter 5 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 one telling the story of Boy and Tom that you can also follow at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-series/. I hope you enjoy this twist! ................ the ending of Toby's journal in Chapter 4 ................... "Sure thing mate." I looked up and saw Charlie and Stewart at the door. "We better go. The rest of our group are ready now. It's been very good to meet you guys. Let's talk more and fix something up." "It's been fun to see you both and get introduced. Hope I see more of you soon." Boy laughed as he said this, and looked across at Tom. I realised that what he'd said could be interpreted in different ways and I wasn't sure if this was deliberate, or just a result of his experience of speaking in English. "Me too," I said, "Bye for now." We walked back across the café to join Charlie and Stewart. Chakri nudged me: "If you don't give me Boy's phone number I'm going to kill you! I definitely want to play some sports with him!" I laughed. And I also wanted to see whatever "more" was on offer of Tom and Boy. CHAPTER 5 School finished for the week early on Friday afternoon. I'd been chatting more with Chakri, now that we both knew we were similarly attracted to guys. And I'd been chatting a lot more online with Panit and other guys, even though at my age I shouldn't have been on the adult website. I kept thinking of the time Chakri and I were at the sports centre and watching Boy and Tom in the showers. That had been exciting, and replaying the scene in my head kept making me horny. I'd not had any `proper' physical contact with another boy since I left England and I was getting pretty desperate. Jacking off on my own in the mirror, or the shower, was good. Some of the porn I could watch was exciting. But I really need some kind of real physical touch. I thought about asking Chakri round and seeing if he wanted to play with me. He was becoming a good friend, but I still wasn't feeling very sure if he wanted to do stuff with me. As I made my way home from school, I considered finding out more about the massage shops that Panit had talked to me about. In my bedroom, I tried googling `gay massage shop in Bangkok'. I found a few gay guides that talked about massage services for men. Some seemed to be proper spas with lots of treatments on offer. Others seemed to be more like walk-in shops, similar to the one that dad and I had been to before – but with mostly young men doing the massage. Most of the photos of the masseurs that I could see online looked really cute. OK, I needed to take a risk and try this out. Dad was working late today and wouldn't be home until maybe 10pm. That gave me around six hours to go exploring. I checked on the map to find out how to get to Silom. It didn't seem too difficult: a Skytrain ride with one change. I had a long shower; if someone was going to be touching me, I better be clean! Then I chose some good, long trousers, a neat-looking shirt, and my trainers. I picked up my wallet so that I would have some money for the Skytrain and some food. I wondered whether to take my phone as it might get stolen, but decided I probably did need it in case I got into trouble. Half-an-hour later, I was ready to go out. I reached the Silom area without too much trouble. There was an overhead walkway from the station exit from which I could look down into the busy street below. This was a good way to check out what was happening. Friday evening and everywhere seemed really busy. It wasn't difficult to spot half-a-dozen different massage shops. Some had lots of girls sitting outside and a few had mostly boys outside. I guessed they were waiting for customers. From my look-out position I could get a good look at the boys, and watch to see how it worked. Sometimes the boys would give out leaflets to passers-by. Other times, a customer would walk into the shop, followed by one of the boys. I couldn't see what happened inside. I worked out which shop to try, and went down the stairs to the street-level. With my heart pounding, I walked towards the massage shop, trying not to look too hard at the boys sitting outside. I hesitated outside and several of the boys looked up towards me. If I was going to do this, I needed to just do it. I turned and walked quickly into the shop. I walked past several customers having foot massages and stood in front of the counter. A much older man was sitting there looking at his computer screen. He looked up at me. "I'd like a Thai massage, please." "How old are you?" he asked in a thick voice. I wasn't expecting this. "Err ... eighteen," I lied. "No you're not. Come back when you're a man then. We don't do kids in here." I could feel myself flushing red. I turned quickly and almost ran out of the shop, the boys looking on as I left. I walked quickly away down the crowded street hoping that no-one would notice me. Shit! That felt horrible. Really shitty. I wondered what to do. Maybe there was an age limit. Maybe I did look too young. Maybe everywhere would be the same. But that hadn't happened when I had a Thai massage with dad. So some places must do it. OK, I'll try one more place, I thought. I walked up and down the street on both sides, carefully checking the different massage shops. Eventually I picked on one that was just off the main street, down a little side lane. It didn't seem so busy; and there were four good-looking boys sitting outside in their masseur tunics. I turned to walk in, followed by one of the boys from the doorway. He looked nice. I walked up to the desk and tried to speak in a deeper voice. "Hello, I'd like to have a proper Thai massage. My friends says you do good ones here." "Yeah, we do, but I'm not sure you're old enough. We don't want any trouble with the police here." "Yes, I'm old enough." "Show me your passport then," said the man. "Ugh. I don't have it with me" I replied. "Then come back when you do," he shot back at me. Another failure! I turned to leave without saying any more. I didn't know how to protest. As I walked out of the shop, the masseur who had followed me in, stopped me just out of sight of the manager at his desk. "You looking for good massage?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "How about from me?" I looked at him. He was probably about three years older than me, my height, dark hair with the first signs of hair on his chin, a nice smile and eyes that looked straight at me. "Yeah, but that man won't let me in without my passport." "Don't worry about him. He's just scared if someone reports him. That never happens. He doesn't come to the shop until lunchtime. You can come back to the shop tomorrow and I'll give you a massage if you like. Only 200 baht, plus a tip for me please." He smiled at that. "You can look for me out here, and I'll take you in. If I'm not here, please just wait somewhere and try again." "Well ... is it safe?" Dumb question really. "I mean, I don't want to get into trouble." "No, no, it's quite safe. We have lots of young men here. I give you good massage. Maybe more if you want. Very safe. Just come before the man gets to work here." "OK, I'll try. Maybe see you tomorrow then." "OK, bye, hope to see you." And I walked back out of the lane into the main road. I realised I was feeling hyper after all that had happened and that I needed something to eat and drink. I walked into one of the shopping malls and found a fast-food restaurant. As I sat down to eat I reviewed all that had happened. It had not gone quite to plan. Still, that guy was keen to give me a massage if I went back in the morning. I'd sleep on it and see how I felt then. As I went to bed last night I couldn't help thinking about the masseur. I remembered his body and the way he looked. I jacked off thinking about him touching me. When I woke up this morning, I knew I was going back and take up his offer – if he was still there. Even though I woke up hard, I resisted the temptation to wank again, just in case anything happened later. Dad was on call-out duty for his company this weekend, so I was free to do whatever I wanted. I told him I was going into the city and might meet up with some school friends. I took the tuk-tuk from our house down to the main road, and the Skytrain ride again to Silom. It was still only 10.30 so I knew I had plenty of time before the guy who ran the massage shop showed up for work at lunchtime. I wandered up and down the elevated walkway from the station looking at each of the massage shops. They didn't seem very busy on this Saturday morning. There were quite a few farang tourists about but it was nothing like as crowded as last night with local Thais. I walked past the end of the side road where the massage shop was and looked in. There were a group of four or five boys hanging around outside the shop but I couldn't see the guy who'd been so friendly to me yesterday. Five minutes later and I walked back past the lane-end, and this time I picked up the courage to walk in. I got almost to the shop entrance before I saw him. He looked up from chatting with the others, saw me, and stood up to meet me. "Hi. You come back? You want good massage?" "Er, yes ... if it's ok today." "Yes, it's very good. I give you very good Thai massage." "Is the manager here?" "No. He comes at lunch. Now it is good time for you to come. Come, follow me." And with that he walked ahead of me through the shop door and I followed. I knew the other masseur boys were staring at us as we passed through their group. "Leave your shoes here, please. Now come upstairs with me to the massage room." I slipped out of my sandals and followed him, past the customers having a foot massage downstairs, through to the back of the shop and up some stairs. On the first floor there were several curtained cubicles similar to those I'd seen before when dad and I had a massage. He led me past these and up to the next floor. It was quiet up there. There didn't seem to be anyone else around. "Here," he said, "I think this is good for you," and he showed me into a large curtained cubicle at the end of the line away from the stairs and doorway. There was a large massage mattress on the floor covered in a sheet. He switched on a dim bulb in the wall, and then stepped out to switch on the air-con which began to gently buzz in the corridor. He fetched some cotton `pyjamas' like those I'd worn before. Then he brought a bowl of warm water and some soap. "Sit here. I will clean your feet first." I sat on the edge of the mattress as he lifted first one foot and then the other into the bowl. He scooped water over them and then started to lather, stroke and cleanse my feet. It felt soft and gentle. He really took his time over it. I looked down at him as he knelt on the floor attending to my feet. He looked up and grinned at me. "Is nice?" he asked. "Very nice," I replied. "Good. I take very good care of you, my friend. My name is Tam. What is yours?" "Toby." "Pleased to meet you Toby. Is this your first Thai massage?" "No. I had one before. But my first with a man doing the massage." "I am very experienced. You will enjoy Toby." He smiled at me. "Now your feet are clean we can do the massage. Please change into the cotton trousers and shirt. You can move more easily during the massage. I will come back when you are changed." And with that he left, taking the bowl of water with him. I stood up to get changed. This time I was going to get undressed completely. I stripped off entirely hoping that Tam didn't choose this moment to walk back in and catch me bollock-naked. I pulled on the baggy fisherman's cotton trousers, folding them loosely at the waist. I slipped my arms into the sleeves of the little cotton jacket that didn't really fasten up. I put my own clothes out of the way in the corner. A minute or two later, Tam returned. "Ready?" he said before stepping through the curtains and pulling them tight closed behind him. He too had changed. He still wore a thin tee-shirt with his massage jacket over the top. But gone were his faded blue jeans and in their place he wore a pair of nylon football shorts. "Please lie on your back on the mattress, Toby" he said, as he slipped the massage jacket off and put it to one side. "Now we can begin." He started with my feet, pressing them with his thumbs and his palms, crossing them and uncrossing them. I knew that Thai massage was really like acupressure, pressing deeply into the muscles with fingers, and then squeezing with the palms to increase the flow of blood and energy around the body. He moved to one side and started work on my left leg, pressing up and down the calf and thigh through the thin cotton, several times. I enjoyed the sensation as he moved up my leg, wondering how far he would go. He stopped near the top of the thigh and then worked down again. Then he leaned across my body to the other leg and bent it at the knee whilst keeping the whole leg on the floor. This allowed him to start pressing up and down on the underside of my calf, and continue up on my inner thigh. Each time he worked up this leg, I felt him travelling a little higher with his hands. On the third time, his thumbs pressed right at the top of my inner thigh, just beside my balls. He held this pressure for a moment. Then as he released, one of his hands brushed across my genitals. I wasn't sure if it was deliberate or an accident. I didn't say or do anything. He moved around me to work my legs from the other side, repeating a similar process – first the near straight leg, then the further bent one. This time I could sense that he was very deliberately working his thumbs right up my inner thigh. I knew that Tam was probably watching me to see if there was any reaction. I could sense my cock slowly expanding. It wouldn't be too long before it became obvious. As he lent across me, I was aware of his own bare knees touching my leg, giving me a little thrill of excitement at his closeness. I thought I might be scared, but I actually felt very safe with him; I think it was the reassuring feel of his hands working on my body. Again, on the third massage up my exposed inner thigh, his hands slowed down and pressed ever-higher. He pressed right in under my balls. My semi-hard cock was lying across the top of that leg. As his thumbs released, I felt the fingers of one hand slowly stroke up my balls, and then stroke along the length of my covered cock. "Oh, very nice," he said. "Does my massage make you feel good, Toby?" "Yes ... it does," I replied huskily, opening my eyes to look down at him. "Don't worry, my friend. Many men get excited in massage. It's quite natural." And with that, he squeezed my cock with one hand, causing it to jump and expand further. "I think you will like this." He straightened both legs and then proceeded to press them both at the same time working up the front of my thighs as I lay on my back. With one hand he took hold and adjusted my cock until it was pointing up my body, then he pressed deep and hard at the top of my thighs on either side of my cock. I looked down and could see the whole of my cock outlined on my belly as he depressed the flesh on either side. He grinned at me. After this he moved further up my body and started work on my shoulders and arms, first from one side, then the other. It felt very sensual but no longer arousing. When he'd finished the front of my body, Tam asked me to turn over. I lay face down on the mattress and he moved my legs slightly apart. Then he started working my legs again from my feet. This time he could feel and press all the muscles on the back of my calves and thighs. He worked freely, letting his hands wander up my thighs and onto my bum-cheeks, then working the inner thighs right up to where my legs joined. It felt really good. As he worked my upper legs, I got hard again. I had to lift my hips in order to adjust myself and free my cock beneath me. I was now lying with my hard cock pushed into the mattress beneath me. Tam spread my legs more and knelt between them. Then he worked both hands up my inner thighs. When he reached my balls his fingers went underneath my thighs, pushing me up, and his hands slipped through beneath to feel and hold my cock. I moaned, knowing that my bum was pushing up towards him. "Does it feel nice?" he asked. "Mmmmm, yes." He lowered me down and lifted the shirt-jacket a bit. He knelt across me and pushed the trousers down a couple of inches which must have exposed the top of my crack. Then he started massaging up and down on either side of my backbone. This pushed the air out of me. He was pushing really hard. He worked up my back and then down, finishing on my buttocks each time. I stayed hard beneath him. After working my back, he started on my arms. He lifted each arm and laid it on his thigh as he knelt beside me. Then he would press and massage up and down each arm as it rested on the smooth skin of his thigh. If I flexed my fingers, I was just a few inches away from his crotch. In my mind, I was imagining what he might look like beneath his shorts. "Are you ready for some body stretches, Toby?" he asked. "Yes, I think so," I answered. "OK, I'm going to stretch your back. It's better if you take the jacket off first. I will help you." And he helped me release the cotton jacked from my chest and slide it off my arms. As I lay back down on my stomach, he knelt between my legs again, and then moved his knees onto my buttocks so I was taking his weight. I could feel my bum being squeezed. I looked back at him. He was peeling his tee-shirt off to reveal a smooth brown, muscled chest. He gripped my arms in his with a wrist-clasp and pulled me up and backwards, bending my back. Wow, that hurt a bit as it stretched my back. He did this a couple more times. Then he reversed himself on my body and raised and stretched each of my legs. Next he knelt between my legs again and started using both hands to press into my back, beginning with my upper thighs, then across my bum, and then up my back. As he reached my shoulders, he was lying almost prone on my back. The first time he did this, I could feel his weight bearing down on me. The second time, I could feel something else. There was a definite pressure on my bum from his body. The third time, I realised that what I was feeling could only be his cock lining up against my bum crack and pressing down into me. "Aaarghhhh," I moaned as the air was squeezed out of me. He slowly lifted himself. "That is very good Toby. Now, can you please turn over onto your back again and I will do some more." I turned back, very conscious of my full erection inside the flimsy trousers. He pushed a cushion under my head and I could look down to see what was happening. Tam was again kneeling between my spread legs. His hands squeezing my feet and calves. He watched my face, as he slowly brought his hands up both legs, squeezing and pressing my thighs. Both thumbs moved in between my legs and then stroked up either side of my balls. His hands stroked my cock upwards. He repeated this a couple more times. "Is this OK for you, Toby? Do you want me to do it more?" "Yes," I said softly. I looked down at him. He was bare-chested and his black nylon football shorts seemed tented at the front. He was hard too. I so wanted to see him. He moved to the waist of the trousers and slowly unfolded the knot that held them up. Then he peeled the thin cotton down to reveal all of me. He stroked my cock and balls a few times gently with his hands. Then he pushed my legs up into the air and pulled the cotton trousers off entirely. As he lowered my legs, he straightened his own until he was sitting on the mattress between my legs, with my thighs resting over top of his. I was fully exposed before him, and breathing hard. Tam stroked my legs and my thighs brushing upwards towards my crotch. Then his fingers moved in and massaged behind my balls, stroking forward on either side, until finally stroking up my rigid cock. My cut cockhead was a huge, deep purple even in the dim light inside the cubicle. "Oh, you are so big Toby – and you are cut – is that the right word in English?" said Tam. "Uh-huh," I managed to respond. "You are bigger than me even though I am older than you." I leant forward to see him, reaching out my arms. "I want to see." My hands grabbed the waist of his black nylon football shorts and pulled them down. The waistband snagged on Tam's upright cock. He gently pushed me back down again, then he released himself and slid his shorts as far down his thighs as he could managed, sitting there with my legs across his thighs. I stared at his cock. An inch or two shorter than mine; smooth chocolate brown; his foreskin retracted around his glans; hairless balls hanging between this thighs; and a patch of curly black hair above the base. As he stroked and massaged me with one hand, he took hold of his own cock with the other and pushed it between my legs. His cockhead lay just beneath my teenage balls. "Ahh, help me Tam, I need to cum," I groaned. "Yes, I give you a `happy ending' Toby," he smiled, "You have a beautiful, strong cock for a young teenager. I like it very much." His hands moved quickly and lightly, brushing my chest, my thighs, my balls and may cock. At one point he bent forward and covered my cockhead with his mouth. "Oh yes, do that, that's fantastic," I wanted to scream. "Sshhhhh," he whispered, lifting his head, "Keep quiet please." He moved his cock, letting it play between my thighs and over my balls. All the time, he kept gripping and stroking my cock. I could feel the tingling and the build-up coming. This was everything I wanted. Everything I'd been missing with another boy since I left home in England. I wanted to much more of this. "Uh, uh, uh, ... aahhhh," I tried to keep it quiet, as I shot gobs of white, sticky jizz from my cock that landed on my chest and my belly. Tam continued to milk me, more slowly, as I pumped a few more spoonfuls out that ran over his hand and down my cock. As the tension lessened, Tam eased off and released my cock. I lay back on the mattress with my eyes closed. I was aware of Tam easing backwards from beneath my legs. I heard him pulling his shorts back up and stuffing his still hard cock back inside. "Are you cuming?" I asked. "No, I cannot, at work," he answered, "Sorry." He passed me the towel he had used earlier to dry my feet. "Here, you can clean yourself." He stood up and pulled on his tee-shirt and tunic. "Thank you Toby – you are really very nice boy with very good penis. I will wait for you downstairs when you are ready." After he'd gone, I lay there for a few moments, savouring all the feelings in my body. That felt good. I got up off the mattress, feeling somewhat unsteady. I found my clothes are started to put them on. As I opened the cubicle curtains I checked myself in the mirror outside to make sure not too much was showing. I made my way down to the ground floor. I pulled some notes out of my pocket. When I saw Tam waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, I gave them to him. "Is this enough?" "Yes, yes, thank you. I hope you enjoy. I hope I see you again soon. You are very nice," he said very quietly, "I like boy like you very much. Please come again." "Thank you," I said. And he showed me to the front of the shop, retrieved my shoes, and opened the door for me. I walked out past the waiting masseur boys and down the lane. I turned out of sight on the main road. Wow, I'd done it. And for the first time in a couple of months, another guy had played with me. I felt both excited at the possibilities and guilty at the nature of the pleasure. After I walked a hundred metres or more, I dived into a shopping mall to both hide myself in the crowd and find something to eat and drink whilst I recovered from the morning's experiences. ........................ to be continued soon in Chapter 6 ................. You can read all about Boy and Tom now at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boy-series/ (c) Tom Pickles, 2015 Let me know your reactions at tpickles2@gmail.com. And please support Nifty to keep publishing at http://donate.nifty.org/.