Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2021 17:51:44 +0100 (CET)
From: John Boyle <john.boyle@tutanota.com>
Subject: Bangkok-to-Bali-8

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Bangkok to Bali - Chapter Eight

The next morning came and my alarm went off at 5 am. I was tempted to
just stay in bed but I would have felt too guilty knowing Wayan would
bring an extra surfboard for me and then I never show up.
I put on my swimshorts and a t-shirt and I took a small shoulderbag to
carry my money and phone wondering where I could put it while I was in
the water.
I started walking towards the beach. The one thing I really liked about
being out this early was how empty it was. No loud cars and motorbikes
and the beach was pretty deserted. There was the occasional jogger. The
beach vendors were also there but they were sitting or sleeping under
palm trees and had no interest in working this early.
The sea at the beach down from our villa was still very quiet but in the
distance where the beach was following a slow curve I could see some
waves. It seemed quite far from where I was. It took my almost half an
hour to walk there and I arrived at the abandoned construction site at
around 5:45.
Wayan wasn't there.
'I am sure he will show up' I said to myself.
I sat down in the same spot as before and watched the ocean. There were
definately waves now. Not as high and as roaring as in Joyo's beach and
also a bit further out. I thought that was a good thing and I felt less
intimidated.
After 10 miniutes Wayan showed up. He made his way around the corner of
the construction site.
He was carrying his white surfboard under one arm and was dragging a huge
blue surfboard. It was half under his arm but was so big the tail
actually was dragging through the sand.
I got up and met him halfway lifting up the tail and carrying it back to
my spot.
We dropped the boards in the sand.
He smiled broadly 'Good morning misterrr'
I liked the way he rolled the R in the end. He was shirtless again,
waering the same shorts as yesterday. His brown skinny body looked very
sexy and his smile was super cute.
'Good morning Wayan'
'You ready to surf?'
'Yes'
He was looking at me and my small bag. 'You have surf clothes?'
I moved both hands from my chest to my hips to present that I was wearing
them.
'Oh no' he said
'No?'
He came over and tucked on my t-shirt 'No good'
Then to my shock he pulled on the front of my swimshorts waistband and
looked inside right at my dick.
He let go and the waistband slapped against my belly 'No good'
'Why no good?'
He pulled on my shirt 'loose'
He pulled on my shorts but just on the outside 'mesh inside'
He touched my mid thigh where the shorts were ending 'too short'
'board will scratch you - mesh will cut you'
'Oh' I said 'No surfing then?'
He made a frustrated face and started walking away. 'Come Mister - come
come'
I followed him. We left the boards on the beach and walked towards the
corner of the construction site he had come from. We came around and in
the distance there were some palm trees. In front of the trees there was
a wooden shack which had surf school painted on it in big blue letters.
Three more big blue surfboards were leaning against a palm tree. Under
the tree 2 very old ladies that looked like those massage ladies were
sitting on white plastic chairs seemingly doing nothing. As we approached
them Wayan greeted them and spoke to them in Indonesian.
He motioned for me to sit on an empty plastic chair 'Please wait'
I sat down and he was chatting a bit with the old ladies.
We were waiting for about 5 minutes then one of the ladies pointed behind
me.
I turned around and a man was coming down a small path going up next to
the construction site carrying a red cooler box saying 'Wall's'
He approached us and handed the box to one of the ladies.
Wayan talked to him in Indonesian and pointed at me. The man nodded and
unlocked the door to the shack and went inside. When he came back out he
held up some clothes.
It was a blue t-shirt saying 'Big Wave Surf School' and some red blue and
white color blocked surfshorts.
He handed them to Wayan who handed them to me 'Change!'
I looked around 'Here?'
Wayan nodded
I took the clothes and went a few steps behind a palm tree that was
really not keeping me from beeing seen. I changed the shirt first. It was
a stretchy tech-fabric with long arms and super skin tight. Not a
flattering look. I dropped my shorts and heard a giggle from one of the
old ladies. I looked up and of course all of them were looking my way. I
quickly put on the surfshorts. They were also a stretch material but very
lose fitting and went down over my knees. They really felt good and super
comfortable. I had never worn swimwear before that wasn't a speedo or a
boxer with a brief like mesh inside. Wearing these 'commando' felt very
liberating and the soft material brushing against my dick and balls was
so exciting that I had to stop thinking about it to avoid getting an
erection.
Wayan came over and took my clothes, my shoes and my little bag off me
and gave it to the man.
'Leave here - He watch' he said
I wasn't 100% comfortable with that, mostly because of my phone but it
made sense so I nodded.
The man carried everything into the shack and came back out with two
bottles of water and handed one to each of us. We thanked him and started
to walk back to our surfboards. One of the old ladies swung the ice cream
box over her back like a backpack and accompanied us but when we reached
the previous spot she went on to walk to the more populated beach that I
had come from.
My surftraining began on land. Wayan told me where to lie on the board
and how to paddle. I was expecting I had to jump up to a standing
position like I had seen in some movies but he taught me to simply stand
up on the board by pushing my chest up with my arms and then putting one
foot forward and getting up from there. Unlike his board mine wasn't
smooth it was made from a foamy and very sticky material that provided
good grip for my feet.
Then we attached a leash to my foot which he instructed me to point away
from my ankle and walked into the water till we were about chest deep and
he made me jump on the board and paddle a little parallel to the beach.
Paddeling was actually difficult. The board was so wide that I could just
get my elbows over the edge. It was more like a dog paddle than long
strokes but Wayan seemed satisfied.
'When you surf jump of here' he made a downwards motion with his hands to
where we were now.
'don't surf to beach'
It made sense. Jumping off in shallow waters seemed a good way to injure
yourself.
'let's go'
He started paddeling out to the sea and I tried to follow. His board was
a lot smaller than mine and he seemd to easily glide through the water. I
had difficulty keeping up with my doggy paddle. The further out we went
the higher the waves got. I managed to paddle over a few smaller ones but
then suddenly a bigger wave broke when I was trying to paddle over it and
threw me off the surfboard.
I tried to stand but the water was too deep I panicked a little and swam
to my surfboard. I looked and Wayan was on his way over to me and
motioned for me to get on the board. I tried to get on like we practiced
but in that moment another wave hit and flipped the board over while I
was trying to hold on. My feet found ground and I was able to stand with
my head just being above water. The wave had pushed me back quite a bit.
Wayan came and pushed my board back to me when the next wave was
approaching.
'Jump' he shouted
I jumped up and was pushed back a little again but not that far and
cleared the wave.
Wayan held my board steady while I climbed back on it.
'Small wave - paddle - big wave - hold'
He demonstrated how to hold the sides of the board and pushed his chest
and head up.
We paddled out again and it worked. The big waves still pushed me back a
little but I was able to get over them without being pushed off. Paddling
against the waves was exhausting and I was happy when Wayan stopped. He
held my board and slowly turned me around in the water to face the beach.
He was sitting on his board with the legs off to the side but all of his
board was a few inches underwater.
'Sit first'
I sat up while he held my board so could regain a bit of strenth.
Wayan kept looking at the waves. I could feel some of the higher ones
grab my board but he held it in place.
'ok ready' he said
I lay flat on the board.
With the next big wave Wayan gave me a push 'Paddle paddle'
I paddled as fast as I could and after four or five strokes I felt the
wave really strongly pushing my board forward. I stood up as he told me
and was surfing towards the beach. It felt pretty cool but after a few
seconds I felt I was losing balance and jumped off.
Wayan had stayed in the same place but somehow I had gotten quite far to
the left from him and I also was in the shallower area where I could
stand. He motioned for me to come back. I did my best to paddle back to
him but it was incredibly exhausting so on the last meters he came to me
and pulled my board out. It seemed so easy for him while I was holding on
to the board wanting to go to sleep.
'Ready?' he asked
I waved my hand 'No' so we just sat on the water for a while and Wayan
was holding my board steady.
I caught my breath and after a while he asked again if was ready and I
nodded. Once again I got flat on my stomach and Wayang once again pushed
me into a wave 'Paddle Paddle'
I paddled and felt the wave push my board but it was not as strong as the
first time so I hesitated a second to see if the push would become
stronger but it didn't I thought I missed my chance and was rushing to
stand up. I put too much weight on my front foot and the nose of my board
was pushed under water. It felt like slow motion but was actually
happening very fast. It was like the board was pulled out backwards under
me and I fell face first on the water.
I stayed under for a few seconds. I didn't now what was up and down and
tried to find my orientaton. I started to panic but when my feet found
ground I pushed myself up. With my head above water I was looking for
Wayan only to see the next wave throwing my surfboard right at my face. I
saw myself being cut up by the fins and instinctivly turned my head away
and luckily the board only hit the back of my head a little but flew
mostly over me.
I had reached the depth where I could stand and Wayan came to me surfing
on his belly.
'You ok?'
I was still a bit shocked but nodded.
'Let's go again' he said
I was scared. I felt like this was not something where I was in any type
of control. For a second I considered manning up but then I asked myself
'why should I?'
I shook my head 'I am done'
I could see disappointment in Wayan's face
'OK' he said 'surf to beach'
'Surf?'
'like me' he meant on his belly
He steadied my board while I climbed on. He gave me a push and I was
carried to the beach. It was almost fun again. I was afraid to jump off
though and when the board hit the beach I let go and rolled in the sand
and ate some of it.
Wayan came running to me carrying his board and had a worried look on his
face 'You ok?'
I imagined how my landing must have looked and had to start laughing. I
let myself fall backwards into the sand and laughed. Shallow water was
still floating around me.
'That was the most stupid idea you had in a while' I thought to myself
and laughed even harder
I looked at Wayan. He was half smiling but it also looked like he was
worried I was going crazy. I held out my hand to him. He pulled me up and
I was getting my board. I was so exhausted that I had trouble pulling it
out out of the sand. We went up to the wall and I let myself sink down. I
grabbed the water bottle and tried to rinse my mouth to get out the sand
and the taste of salt water.
'Just rest and drink and we go again' Wayan said
I shook my head 'no more surfing'
He looked disappointed 'But you book all day for 200000'
It made me angry that he cared more about the money than my well being.
'Don't worry I will pay you' I snapped at him
He was suprised by my sudden outburst and almost jumped backwards. He
looked shocked and I immediatly felt sorry for losing my temper.
His face was reflecting his emotiones so honestly. He realized why I was
angry, then made a firm face like he made a decision and then was
somewhat sad looking.
'No, no - no pay - I don't teach you right'
I felt a burning sensation from the top of my right foot. I poured some
water over it to wash away the sand and I could see some skin had been
scratched off. Not deep but unpleasant.
'From surfboard' Wayan said and it made sense.
My feet had been rubbing against the sticky foam a lot and the water had
probably soaked up my skin and made it soft. Now I understood why my
clothes were no good and was happy I had the longsleeve shirt and the
shorts that covered my knees.
I pulled on the shorts fabric 'Thank you for these'
He nodded.
After I had rested for a while we grabbed our boards and made our way
back to the shack and returned the surfboard and I changed back into my
own swimshorts and t-shirt.
As I was getting dressed I saw Wayan handing the man a 50000 Rupiah note.
'You paid him?' I asked
'For surfboard and water'
I was fishing for my money in my bag 'Here let me repay you'
Wayan raised his flat hand and made a stern face 'No, I dont teach you
right'
He was really cute looking with his serious face and I felt sorry he made
a loss from me. I looked at my phone. It was still early - not even 8:30.
'How about I book you all day to show me the island - as a tour guide?'
Wayan's face lit up 'Really?'
'Sure why not - I can pay 250000'
He was beaming with happiness and my heart melted seeing him like that.
'Where we go?' he asked
'Breakfast first?' I suggested
'ok - come'
We walked up the path next to the construction site. Wayan went to one of
the scooters that were parked roadside. It looked like it was at least 20
years old. The seat had been repaired with big stripes of tape. Two bent
metal tubes had been welded to the frame to carry a surfboard.
Wayan mounted his surfboard and pulled up the saddle. From a compartment
below it he got some flip flops and a tank top that he pulled over his
head. It was yellow and said 'Hurley' on the front in big white letters.
It did not have sleeves or even holes. It was basically just hanging on
his shoulders with long slits on the side almost all the way down to his
hips.
He got on the scooter and motioned for me to join. I got on behind him
and we started driving. To hold on instinctively I put my hands on his
hips and because his shirt had these big cuts on the side I accidentally
touched his skin. He flinched so I quickly let go and held on to the
rails in the back of the seat.
Wayan drove to a cute little indonesian breakfast place which was
decorated like a living room with many couches and small tables. He had
some sort of a warm rice soup and I got s coffee and banana pancakes. The
food was very affordable. Wayan tried to pay for his soup but I didn't
let him.
'What you want to see?'
'What do you recommend?'
'Maybe temple?'
'ok sure!'
We drove about half an hour to a temple. This was obviously a major
tourist attraction and it was swarming with people although it was still
relatively early. At the entrance they gave us sarongs to wear because
short pants were not allowed.
The tempel was very beautiful. It was in a very big and lush garden. The
main temples were on a lake. The shape of the temples was so unique like
someone hat stacked little pyramides on top of each other. Many kids
asked Wayan if they could take a picture with me. It must be cool to have
a selfie with a white guy even if he is a stranger. As beautiful as it
was it was difficult to find a quiet place because it was so full of
people. After about an hour I had enough and I signaled Wayan I wanted to
leave?
'Where to?' he asked
'Somewhere without people?'
'hmm. beach?'
'Ok!' I said 'but then I want to buy surfshorts first'
'you want surf again?'
I pulled on his shorts 'No I want shorts like this'
'Oh' he got it and nodded 'fake or real?'
'Real maybe?'
'ok'
We drove back to the city center and Wayan brought me to an outlet store
for surfers. They had a big variety of brands like Hurley, Billabong and
many more. I bought Billabong surfshorts. They were similar in color to
the ones I had borrowed before but ended just above my knees and the
stretch fabric was of very high quality. The sale price was 329000 rupiah
which is just over 20 dollars and I felt a bit ashamed that I only paid
Wayan 250000 for an entire day.
We drove down to the southern end of the island on a road that was on a
cliff high above the sea. Wayan stopped basically in the middle of
nowhere but some other scooters were there as well. A little path led
down through some palm trees to some very rudimentary steps that led down
to the beach. Thankfully a thick rope was mounted to the rocks to
function as a handrail.
Right at the bottom of the stairs was a guy selling dinks and we bought
two waters. There was also an old lady. She was offering to sell fake
tatoos which were basically like a nylon stocking that you pulled over
your arm and it looked like you had a tatoo.
I declined and she kneaded my arm 'massage massage?'
'No thank you' I pulled my arm away
We walked along the cove which was really empty. Except for the couple at
the stairs it seemed we were the only people there.
'So empty' I said
'Full later - after work - but now empty'
The waves were very high here and they had this thunderous sound that I
like.
'Wow high waves'
'Yes - Dangerous - No Swimming'
'Oh' I was a bit disappointed 'What do we do then'
He laughed an pinched my arm 'Massage Massage'
'No thank you' I laughed
'You don't like massage?'
'Not from an old lady!'
'You can get from young girl later - I know good place'
'No thank you' I said again
'You dont like young girl?'
'No'
He looked a bit surprised but didn't say anything and stared on the
ground while walking.
'Let's go swimming!' he said
'Where?'
'Come come'
We walked to the end of the cove. The water had carved out the rocks to
create an open cave or roof and the incoming waves were broken by several
rows of rocks further out. This setup created a natural pool with still
and crystal clear water.
Wayan took of his shirt and flip flops and walked into the water and sat
down. When kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt he shouted 'New
shorts!'
I got the Billabong shorts out of my bag and took off my swimshorts. I
noticed Wayan was watching me the whole time. It was kind of exciting to
be watched and I took it a bit slow. But then I could feel the blood flow
to my dick and it grew a bit. I quickly put on the new shorts but the
nice fabric didn't help. My semi hard dick was hanging down in one leg
and made the fabric stick out. I quickly walked into the water an also
sat down so Wayan wouldn't notice.
We splashed around a bit and then just sat in the water. It was hot but
there was a little breeze coming in from the sea. The sunlight was
reflecting in the water and from there reflected onto the cave's ceiling
to create everchanging orange patterns. The thunder of the waves in the
distance created a very tranquil atmosphere. I leaned back against the
wall and Wayan sat down next to me. I closed my eyes but I could still
see orange lights dance a little.
At one point I felt something brushing against my arm and I opened my
eyes. Wayan was holding his forearm against mine. He looked at my arm for
a while and then at my face.
'You sooo white'
I looked at his face. His full hair was now wet and sticking out in all
direction. Some drops of water that had fallen on his face shone in the
sunlight like twinkly stars on his brown skin. He was smiling and his
eyes looked wide open and curious.
'And you are so beautiful' I heard myself say
His eyes changed. He quickly moved away from me a few inches and looked
out to the sea.
'Oh sorry' I said and also moved away a little to give him some space
He turned around and smiled which looked a bit fake 'It's ok - just
relax'
'What is your job?' he asked me
'IT guy? and you?'
He shrugged his shoulders and smiled 'Today Tour Guide, tomorrow maybe
surf teacher'
I laughed and he joined in and came a bit closer again.
I noticed the water in our little pool hat started to rise and fall a
little and looked out to the rocks.
Wayan realised what I was looking for 'Tide - need to get out'
We went out and Wayan let himself fall down on the sand. The sand got
caught in the rips between his tight abs. His wet shorts were sticking to
his legs and the outline of his cock was clearly visible.
He saw me looking and smiled. 'Lie down - dry from sun'
I did as I was told and lay down next to him. He sat up for a second to
wipe some sand from his arms and stomach and when he lay down again his
forearm once again was touching mine. I though I should pull away my arm
but feeling his skin felt nice and I expected him to pull away any
second. But he didn't. Maybe he didn't realize he was touching me.
I didn't dare to move but since I actually am very white after a while I
was worried I would get sunburned. So I moved my arm and sat up.
Wayan looked at me 'ok Mister?'
'I need to go to the shade and you can call me John'
'Ok Mister John'
We got up and sat closer to the wall of the cliff which was providing
some shade. We were drinking our water and my stomach started growling.
It was 2:30 pm and I didn't have any food since breakfast.
'I am hungry'
'What food you want'
'Hmm, do you like burgers?'
'I like'
'Ok then - do you know a good place?'
He shrugged 'don't know'
'There is a Hard Rock Cafe here - do you want to check it out'
'We can - but is far'
'Ok, let's go then'
He was hesitant.
'Is it ok?'
'It's very expensive'
'Don't worry - I am buying'
'Ok boss' he said but it looked like he didn't approve.
I didn't want to change again and just kept my surfshorts on. We got
dressed and made our way up the stairs which was much more exhausting
than going down. We got on the bike and started driving. Wayan was right
it was quite far. We drove through a very touristy area and the traffic
was crazy. Slow driving and polluted air and so much noise. We couldn't
get ahead as fast as other bikes because the surfboard on the side made
us to wide to pass between the standing cars.
Wayan tried to get ahead and became a bit reckless by jumping into
openings and driving over curbs. We passed a place that had a driveway
parallel to the street. A big sign said  'Welcome to Waterbom'. Wayan saw
a chance to skip some traffic and suddenly drove into their driveway. He
was going quite fast to go through and exit back onto the main road at
the end. Right at the exit however they had a steep yellow speedbump in
the driveway. I was going to shout a warning but it was too late. We went
over the speedbump much too fast and the scooter jumped. I held on to the
handrail with all I had but still almost fell off the bike backwards. The
only thing stopping my fall was my shin hitting the metal of the
skateboard holder. An unbelievable pain shot through my leg. Wayan hit
the breaks so strong we basically came to a full stop. It prevented me
from falling down but now I was thrown forward and my forehead hit the
back of his skull. It was a shock and my head was ringing.
I shouted 'FUCK!'
Wayan held the back of his head with his hand.
Some security guy in a yellow vest who was guiding cars into the main
roads traffic saw what happened and came running. I heard him speak
through a cloud 'Are you ok sir'. I touched my forehead and I could not
feel any blood or swelling and also the pain in my shin came back very
strongly.
'Are you ok sir' he asked again and the sound returned to normal
I nodded 'I think I am fine'
The guy turned to Wayan who was rubbing the back of his head and shouted
at him in Indonesian. With his flat hand he hit him on the side of his
head. Not in a harmful way just to let him know he thought he was stupid.
Then he continued shouting. I could see Wayan tearing up a little. He
didn't say anything.
I got a 50000 Rupiah bill out of my pocket and handed it to the guy.
'Thank you, Thank you'
I tapped Wayan on his shoulder and  motioned for him to just drive. We
drove off into the main road and on the next turn made it left and from
there turned into a side street with no traffic. Wayan stopped and we got
off the bike.
I bent down to check out my shin. I could stand and nothing was broken
but my skin showed some green blotches where it had hit the metal. I
carefully touched it but nothing changed the pain stayed the same.
I looked up and Wayan was just standing in front of me. He let his head
and his arm hang forward. His chest was trembling. He was crying. He held
his head down but I could see the tears fall from his face.
I got up 'Are you injured? Are you ok?'
He looked up and his face showed the weight of the world he felt on his
shoulders.
'I am sorry Mister John'
I stepped closer to him and pulled him a bit forward to take a look at
the back of his head but it looked fine.
'I am sorry' he said again sobbing.
I didn't know what to do so I just put my arms around him and pulled him
in for a hug 'shh - shh'
He let his head sink on my shoulder first and I could feel he was still
crying. I hugged him a bit tighter. He was so tiny in my arms. Really
just skin and bones. He put his arms around my hips and interlocked his
hands.
I let him sob a little and said 'We are fine - everything is fine'
He let go off me and stepped away to look at my leg 'you injure'.
He said 'I am sorry' again whith a whiney tone and I could feel that
another wave of tears was going to come up so I tried to distract him.
I pointed back to where we came from 'What is that place? Waterbom?'
He looked up again and his face seemed more relaxed 'It's water park'
'Waterpark?'
'Yes many big slides'
'Is it good?'
'Is good'
'Have you been there?'
He shook his head 'very expensive'
'I am still hungry' I said and smiled
He gave a little smile back.
We got back on the bike but before he started Wayan turned around.
'Mister John'
'Yes?'
He took my arms and guided them around his waist and pushing my hands to
interlock in front of his belly.
'Safer' he said
I squeezed him a little and said 'OK'
He started driving and we soon reached a long road leading down to the
beach. I could see the blue of the sea in the distance. This road had
proper sidewalks and many shops and also many tourists walking around.
Wayan was driving very slow and carefully now. I tapped on his shoulder
and said 'stop' pointing to a shop who sold something I felt we needed.
Motocycle Helmets.
We stopped and I checked out the helmets. They didn't sell full helmets
with visors but what they had covered all the important parts and they
were held in place by a strap that also had a chin guard. I tried on some
sizes and chose a helmet. Wayan was standing around and looking at what I
chose.
'Go find one for yourself'
'For me?'
'Yes' I knocked on my helmet 'Safer'
While he was looking I googled that Waterbom place. It looked really nice
and was not that expensive. 300000 for locals, 500000 for tourists. But
of course if you only earn 15 dollars a day then 20 is a lot.
The helmets where downright cheap. 130000 each. Obviously I paid for both
of them and Wayan thanked me like five times.
When we finally arrived at the Hardrock Cafe I checked the Menu before we
walked in. It was expensive. 20 dollars for a burger was expensive even
by my standards and it sort of felt weird to spend more on a burger than
what I was paying Wayan for an entire day.
'It is very expensive' I said
He nodded 'Too much'
'Let's have Indonesian food instead?' I suggested
He smiled the first real smile since our little accident 'Come come'
We drove to a place that was less than 5 minutes away. It was in a side
street and there were no tourists there at all. The place had wooden
tables and cheap plastic chairs and some kids where sitting around a
Television watching something in Indonesian. It was afternoon and there
were no customers.
The food was sold at the entrance. Everything they had was on display in
vitrines and you just told them what you wanted and they put it on the
plate. Everything looked interesting so I chose a lot of different
things. Eggs, greenbeans, tempeh, tofu and rice. Wayan also got a full
plate. We took our plates to the cashier and he rang it up. 18,600
Rupiah. Less than 2 dollars for 2 full meals. We added two bottles of
water for 5000.
I was going to pay but Wayan stopped me and payed for both of us and I
thanked him. I thought it was a nice gesture of him to treat me to our
late lunch.
The food tasted delicious and a bit spicy. We were both hungry and
stuffing the food down quickly.
'I love Indonesian food'
'Better than burger?' Wayan asked and grinned
'Better than burger!' I confirmed
'And cheap' he added.
We finished our meal and Wayan asked 'What next?'
I checked my phone. It was nearing 5 pm.
'I think I want to go home and rest my leg.'
He checked my leg. The green spots had darkened a bit but it didn't look
terrible.
'Maybe you get massage? For leg?' he suggested
'Nah, let's go home I am afraid they make it worse'
We got on the Bike and drove back toward our beach. On the way there we
passed the road where Bali Joe was and that lead to my villa. I told
Wayan to stop.
'I can get off here'
He stopped at the corner and we got off the bike.
I got 250000 Rupiah from my pocket and handed it to him 'Thank you for a
nice day'
'Thank you Mister John - sorry for accident'
'I will live'
He looked at my leg again 'Tomorrow what you do?'
'I don't know yet'
'I drive you for free tomorrow' he said
'Nah it's ok'
'It's my fault - please Mister John'
He looked sincere and cute. I didn't have a plan for the next day but I
had an idea.
'Ok - you drive me for free but one condition'
'Yes Mister John?' he raised his eyebrow
'You let me invite you to Waterbom tomorrow'
I saw a host of emotions cycle through his facial expressions but he
didn't answer
'Yes?' I asked again
He walked over to me put his arms around my waist and his head on my
shoulder.
I put my arms around him 'Please don't cry'
He stepped away from me 'No!'
'No crying or no Waterbom'
'No crying'
'So yes Waterbom?'
He smiled shyly 'One condition'
Now I raised my eyebrow 'What?'
'I massage you - for your leg'
'You?'
'Yes'
'when? now?'
'Yes'
'Nah, I think that's not...'
He interrupted me 'You say you don't like girl'
'yes I did'
'You like boy?'
Now I was feeling shy 'Yes'
'I am boy'
'Yes but...'
'You don't like me?'
'No I like you but...'
He sat back on the scooter 'Come come'
That was about all the resistance I had in me so I climbed back on the
scooter and Wayan started driving.
He drove us away from the beach for about 15 minutes. We arrived in a
residential area and most houses had big gates and and walls around them.
We stopped in front of one of the gates and Wayan scanned his fingerprint
to open it. We parked the scooter in the yard in front of an industrial
looking white two story building. At the entrance door a security guard
was sleeping in a chair. Wayan just walked past him and scanned his
fingerprint again to open the door.
Ahead was a long corridor with many small doors left and right. We went
down to the 5th door on the right. Another scan and we went in. Wayan
turned on the light. We were in a windowless tiny room. It was in good
condition. White walls everywhere. Across from the door there was a loft
bed with a sofa underneath it. Behind the door on the right was a high
cupboard with some items and neatly folded clothes. In the center was a
big compartment which had an LCD TV. On the left was a mini kitchenette.
A small fridge with a microwave on top a kitchen sink and two seperate
electric cooking fields on a small table. In the left corner there was a
door leading into a tiny toilet which also double functioned as a shower.
It was a very small place but neat.
'Please sit' Wayan pointed to the sofa
I sat down and he handed me a cold water from the fridge.
'You live here alone?'
'Yes'
'Where are your parents?'
'They live far'
'How old are you Wayan?'
'16'
'A bit young to live alone, no?'
'I am free here'
'At home you are not free?'
'No'
'Why not'
'Must work like parents, must get married, must make grandchildren later'
'You are to young to get married anyway'
He looked serious and then sat down on the sofa next to me. 'I also like
boy'
'Parents will be sad, so better to go away'
So he was gay. I really wasn't sure before. Even when he offered the
massage I was thinking he might just feel guilty because of my leg.
'Ok that's why you live here alone'
'Here I work, save money and make business'
'Business? What businees?'
'My dream, Wayan Surf School'
'How much does a surf school cost?'
'No more talk money today ok?'
'Ok'
'You want massage now?'
'ok'
He sat down crosslegged in front of me on the floor. He carefully pulled
my leg forward until my foot rest against his knee. He tried to avoid
touching my shin and gently massaged the muscles in my calf. He went from
the knee down to my ankle and back up with his fingers a couple of times
and massaged the sole of my foot with his thumbs. It did feel relaxing
and the pain in the shin changed into something more muted. I leaned back
on the sofa and closed my eyes. He worked my hurt leg like this for about
10 minutes and then did the same thing on the other leg for another 10
minutes.
'Please lie down' he said
He carefully lifted my legs up to the sofa and supported my head as I was
sliding down until I lay flat. He sat on the edge of the sofa next to my
hips and carefully started to massage my forehead and my temples with
circular motions. This went on for another 10 minutes or so. He was so
gentle I almost fell asleep.
'Mister John'
'hmmm'
He gently placed his hand on my swimshorts right on top of my cock. 'Take
off'
'No Wayan - you don't have to'
He took my hand and put it on his shorts and I felt his hard cock 'I
want'
I pulled him down to me 'Come cuddle first'
He lay down facing me and I ran my fingers through his hair a couple of
times.
'What a day' I said
'What a day?' he asked
'I almost had my head bashed in by a surfboard and I almost fell off a
scooter but I really enjoyed every minute with you'
'I also enjoy'
I rolled on my back and pulled Wayan on top of me. He was very light. He
rested his head on my shoulder and I put my arms around his tiny body.
'You are so light'
He kissed me on the cheek 'Mister John - no talk'
He pushed himself up and backwards and sat on the edge of the sofa next
to my knees. He slowly untied the string at the top of my surfshorts and
then pulled apart the velcro that held the front together. My cock jumped
out and proudly stood at an angle slightly throbbing.
He took my foreskin between his thumb and index finger and gently moved
it up and down.
He let go and pulled on the legs of my shorts. I lifted my butt a little
and he pulled them off all the way. He stood up from the couch and took
off his tank top and pushed down his own shorts. His cock stood out
straight from his body.
He was big. At least 5 inches long and 2 inches thick. Against his tiny
body his cock looked massive. Half of his cockhead was still covered by
foreskin and his balls sat like a peach below his cock - tight and round.
He sat back down and slowly started stroking my cock with his right hand
and his own with his left.
He kept a very slow pace and held my cock very gently while he moved my
foreskin back and forth. It felt nice but also very relaxing.
I closed my eyes and just enjoyed his slow and steady strokes. It felt
like a slow climb. With every light stroke my cock was getting a tiny bit
harder and either he was very slowly increasing his grip or my cock was
actually still expanding.
His hand felt small and bony on my cock. He used his entire hand but he
still only held the top part moving my foreskin and not going over the
entire length. It was less jerking and more like a rolling massage with
my forskin.
I felt my orgasm approach very slowly by my cock getting harder and
harder and when it finally came it felt like a wave was rolling up my
thighs through my balls and up my shaft. I didn't even announce I was
cumming. I just relaxed and let the wave roll over me. It felt like a
release. I felt my own cum hit my face and my shirt which is very unusual
for me to shoot that far. Two smaller waves followed and then Wayan just
held my cock and and I was feeling it getting soft in his hand.
I opened my eyes and Wayan was looking at me and smiling. He still held
is own cock in his hand. It was hard and glistening with precum, He lay
down on his back next to me and slowly stroked his own cock. It only took
five or six strokes and het out a suppressed moan and cum shot out of the
slit in his cockhead and onto his chest and belly. He kept slowly jerking
himself and more and more cum shot out. He unloaded at least seven bursts
of thick cum then he relaxed.
I took his hand and sueezed it 'Wow!'
He turned his head and looked at me 'You are my first'
'Really?'
'My first Bule'
'Bule?'
'White man'
'haha, I feel honored but there are so many hot white men here'
'You are the first who is nice to me. Many Bule very bossy'
I put my palm on his cute face 'Thank you for chosing me to be your first
Bule then'
'Shower?' he asked and I nodded.
We got up and took a quick shower. It was kind of icky to wear my soiled
t-shirt again after the shower and I wanted to go home. Sun had set and
Wayan drove me to my villa door.
'Do you want to come inside or go out for dinner?'
'No Mister John - I go home'
'But we are doing Waterbom tomorrow?'
'Yes - I pick you up at 10' he smiled
'Good night Wayan!'
'Good night Mister John'
'One more thing'
'Huh?'
'My friends call me John - not Mister John'
'I am friend?'
'I hope so'
'Good night John'
He smiled and drove off
... to be continued