Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2015 16:08:11 +0100
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy - Chapter 18

This is a gay, erotic fantasy novel about a relationship between a gay
adult man and a gay male youth. It's written for my own entertainment and
it's purely fictional.

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......................... the ending of Chapter 17 ..........................

"Are you OK?" I asked quietly.

"Mmm, yes. That was fantastic. Feeling you like that. Doing it with someone
else in the room. That was so horny."

We lay there a few moments more. There was a sound of movement from the
other bed.

"Let's get cleaned up in the shower," said Boy quietly. He moved to climb
up off me and I rolled towards the side of the bed.

"Can I take a shower too?" asked Thaksin, "With you guys? I think I need
one!"

"Sure," replied Boy, and the three of us made our way into the bathroom
without turning on the light. A few minutes later we'd all cleaned up. It
had been a long day – and a very active evening. Boy finally turned off the
TV and we all returned to our beds for some sleep. I kissed Boy good-night.
"Thank you so much sweet, sexy boy."

CHAPTER 18

On Saturday morning, I woke up around 8am. On this holiday island, in a
sleepy beach resort, I was expecting a quiet lie-in. There was no other
noise from the bungalow. I looked around. Thaksin and Samorn were fast
asleep on the other bed, the sheet all over the place and a lot of flesh on
view. Our bed was equally dishevelled, with Boy sleeping on his side and
his ass exposed to the morning air. Although I couldn't hear anything,
something had woken me.

I was alert by now. There was a slight noise from the outside veranda.
Someone was shuffling their feet out there. As I thought about getting up
to enquire, there was a knock on the door. Perhaps this was the second
knock and the first one had woken me up. I was about to get up and answer
it – if I could quickly find something to cover myself with – when the door
handled turned and a face looked it. Seeing me inside, Dang pushed the door
more fully open and stepped into the room.

"Sawadee krup. Good morning," he beamed towards me. He stared at the two
beds, taking in the four naked people still lying on them. He didn't seem
at all phased. If anything, he looked intrigued by what he saw.

"Welcome to breakfast," he said, in broken English. Boy turned over in the
bed and looked at Dang. He said something to him in Thai. Dang came towards
us, checking out both our bodies as he did so. Then he spoke for a minute
or two in Thai.

By this time, Thaksin had woken up as well. He looked across at us, and at
Dang, and slid out from what remained of the bed-sheet covering him. As he
sat on the side of the bed, his thick morning erection was on full view. He
scratched himself, and then walked across the room to the bathroom, past
Dang, saying he needed to piss. Dang followed him with his eyes staring at
the thick phallus swinging from side-to-side before him.

Boy turned to me. "Dang says that his uncle is taking the boat out today.
He's going to catch some fish, and he wonders if we would like a trip out
in the boat. He could take us to the end of the island where there are some
small beaches that are very difficult to get to without a boat. They are
very quiet and isolated. We could swim there, and he would take some food
for lunch."

Thaksin came back from the bathroom. Dang checked him out again. "That
sounds like a good idea. Let's say Yes."

Boy reported this to Dang, who seemed reluctant to leave. Smiling, he was
eventually persuaded to take our answer back to his uncle. He suggested we
have breakfast soon, so that we could set off before the day got too hot.

Boy and I got up, showered and dressed. We wandered over to the restaurant
to eat some breakfast, leaving the bungalow to Thaksin and his girlfriend
who were somewhat slower to get into action. As we ate our breakfast on the
terrace overlooking the beach, there were signs of preparation of the boat
trip. An inflatable dinghy was drawn up at the edge of the water. Some
fishing tackle and a bait-box lay alongside it. The kitchen seemed to be
preparing some plastic food-boxes of cooked rice, salad, fruit, a vegetable
dish, and some sauce bottles. A crate of drinks was also being loaded into
the dinghy, together with an ice-box.

Eventually, we all seemed to be dressed, fed and ready. I packed a bag with
some towels, sun-creams, and bathers. We made our way together down the
beach to the dinghy. Uncle and Dang were waiting for us. There was no sign
of the food and fishing tackle, so I assumed this had already been taken
out to the boat. Dang pushed the boat out into the shallow water and we all
climbed in. Uncle lowered the outboard as Dang pushed us further out and
then climbed in himself. The boy's legs, shorts and abdomen were wet and
the cotton clung to his thighs and his backside giving us all an image of
his slender young body. Water spilled from his shorts. Uncle pulled the
starter cord, throttled the engine, and headed out into the bay. There were
several boats at anchor and he took us towards an old wooden boat with
peeling paintwork. It might have been an inshore fishing boat at one time.
Now it probably served as a supply boat bringing food and water from the
mainland, and sometimes taking customers out for day-trips to fish, snorkel
or explore the coastline.

At the back of the boat was a short ladder. We each climbed up out of the
dinghy. When everyone was aboard, the dinghy was tied up behind the boat on
a short length of rope. We found ourselves on a flat deck area that seemed
to occupy the rear half of the boat. There were benches and lockers all
around it. A rough tarpaulin cover held up by six posts shaded this deck
from the sun. Scattered around were fishing rods, some flippers and masks
for snorkelling, and a couple of old life-jackets. Up front, and raised
above the deck, was a wheel-house set within a small roofed wooden
structure. Beneath this, some steps led down into a larger enclosed cabin,
with portholes, benches covered in plastic cushions, some cupboards, and
what looked like an access hatch to the engine area.

Thaksin, Samorn, Boy and myself sat around on the back deck, shielded from
the sun. We stowed our day-bags out of the way. Dang had gone forward to
raise the anchor. Uncle climbed up into the wheel-house and fired up the
engine. A deep-throaty diesel engine was coaxed into life. Soon we were
heading out to sea, turning towards the southern-most point of this holiday
island, away from all the small villages and resorts. For thirty minutes we
sailed along parallel to the coast, looking into scrubby bays and past
rocky headlands. Once we'd rounded the southern tip, Uncle slowed the boat.
He handed the wheel to young Dang who'd obviously done this before. Uncle
came back towards us and baited-up the fishing lines. Then he cast three
lines into the sea one on either side of the boat and another off the
stern. He shouted to Dang to slow the boat until it was just drifting
forward very slowly.

It was getting very hot and I thought that with the boat being almost
stationary we might get into the water to swim but Uncle shook his head and
pointed to the fishing lines. He didn't want any further disturbance in the
water whilst he was catching fish. Instead he opened the ice-box and took
out some drink cans for all of us. I put some more sun-cream on and handed
the lotion bottle to Boy afterwards.

Within half-an-hour, Uncle had landed ten to twelve fish. He rinsed them in
fresh water. Then he re-took control of the boat and headed around the next
headland. Dang told us there was a beautiful sandy beach just around the
corner and sure enough, an idyllic tropical beach came into view. The beach
must have shelved quite steeply because Uncle took the boat close into the
shore. Samorn climbed into the dinghy and we lifted down the food boxes,
some drinks and a couple of fish before Uncle transported everything to the
beach. The rest of us dived off the back of the boat and enjoyed the
cooling water for a time before swimming to the beach.

We helped gather some brushwood so that Uncle and Dang could light a fire
on the beach. The cleaned fish were wrapped in foil and placed on a griddle
over the fire. As they were cooking, we opened some more cans from the
ice-box. It was almost the hottest time of the day and we sat under the
shade of trees at the edge of the beach. The food-boxes were opened and we
helped ourselves to platefuls of rice, vegetables and chunks of
fresh-caught, fresh-cooked fish. It was delicious.

Afterwards, most of us lay on the sand under the trees for some time. Boy
and Dang pulled off their tee-shirts and went off swimming, collecting some
snorkels from the boat and exploring amongst the rocks at the end of the
beach. After half-an-hour the peace of the beach was interrupted by the
arrival of a couple of speed-boats either from the mainland or one of the
larger resorts. They backed-up onto the beach and disgorged around twenty
tourists. They too had a picnic lunch and some were shouting and playing in
the water. It felt a bit as though `our' private beach had been invaded.

After a time, Uncle suggested we should move away to somewhere quieter and
more private. He knew of a small cove just a little further along the
coast. We smothered the fire with sand, loaded the food remains, and
climbed back aboard our old boat. Taking the helm, Uncle steered the boat
around the next headland and within another five minutes we found ourselves
in a small half-moon shaped bay. On either side were little promontories
covered with rocks and dense vegetation.  A tiny strip of sand occupied the
centre of the bay, shelving into a turquoise sea. There seemed to be no
obvious access from the land. Uncle killed the engine in the middle of this
bay, about 50 metres from the shore. Dang ran forward to drop the anchor.
Suddenly, it was totally quiet. Just the sound of water gently lapping
against the hull of the boat as we rode at anchor in this sheltered bay.

"This is a great place of swimming," he announced as he joined us on the
back deck. "You can snorkel, you can lie on that little beach, or you can
just relax."

I looked at Boy, knowing that he would want to swim. I picked up the
day-bag and started to pull out some swimming trunks.

"Oh, you don't need those here. Mostly in Thailand you can't be nude, but
the tourists can't get to this beach from the road, and the locals know
that it's a more private beach where people might enjoy themselves more."
He looked around at us all and smiled. "You can do what you like here, my
friends!"

Having said that, he stood up, lifted his arms to remove his shirt, and
then dropped his shorts, stepping out of them to reveal a wiry, browned
body. Unselfconsciously, he stepped to the back of the boat and faced out
to the water. I looked at his slender butt that seemed as sun-tanned as the
rest of his body. He took hold of his flaccid cock with one hand and
released a stream of pee into the sea over the back rail. Then he dived
over the rail into the water.

It didn't take long for Thaksin to follow suit. He'd been sitting with
Samorn, with his hand around her waist. They'd spent the trip taking
photographs of themselves on their phones. Samorn was still wearing a tight
little top and a pair of very short shorts. They'd been whispering to each
other and sometimes enjoying a gentle kiss. Quite the loving couple on a
boat trip out to sea! Now Thaksin followed Uncle. I realised already that
he was pretty uninhibited when it came to his body. He said something to
Samorn and then stood up, kicked off his sandals and pulled down his shorts
to reveal his muscular young man's body. I'd seen last night that his cock
was relatively short and thick. From what I could tell now, looking across
the boat at his body, he was already at half-mast. He gave a pull on his
cock as if to stretch it more, and then walked to the back of the boat and
jumped in.

I didn't think that Boy would be able to resist this temptation for long.
Dang was sitting alongside him on one of the benches. Boy made a gesture to
Dang suggesting they go swimming again together, but from Dang's response,
I gathered that he had to remain looking after the boat whilst his uncle
was in the water. He would swim a little later. Boy stood up and started to
undress. He had a choice: face towards Samorn and show his backside to
Dang, or face towards Dang and show his ass to Samorn. He chose the latter.
He stripped out of his tee-shirt and his shorts to stand for a moment in
his well-filled briefs. Dang was watching him with interest. Then he
quickly pulled his briefs down and off and did a running dive into the
water. I followed the sight of his beautiful legs and butt as he pulled
himself through the water towards the others.

Dang turned to look at me. I was certainly hot and I didn't want to hang
around on the boat on my own. I quickly slipped my clothes off until I too
was naked, walked to the back of the boat without looking at the others,
and jumped in. The water was wonderfully refreshing. We swam around the
boat. Thaksin, Boy and I swam to the little beach which was perfectly
formed. We stood on the sand, in the glare of the early afternoon sun,
revelling in the freedom of nakedness in nature. It felt very
unininhibited. Of course, we checked each other out and admired the very
different bodies, but no-one was aroused and three sets of cocks and balls
were finely displayed against their respective thighs.

We swam back towards the boat. Uncle approached Thaksin in the water and
they talked together for a few moments, treading water. Shortly afterwards
they climbed back onto the boat. This released Dang to get into the water
and I watched as he removed some, but not all, of his clothes. He was
relatively slender, probably aged around 13, and maybe quite self-conscious
of his developing body. He kept a pair of thin patterned briefs on to
protect his young teenage modesty. He came across to Boy and for a time the
three of us played together in the water, diving and chasing. I knew that
Boy enjoyed diving between legs. Despite the male erotic potential, it all
felt quite innocent and relaxed.

Several minutes later we were beginning to tire and in need of some shade
from the afternoon heat. I led the way and climbed back up the short ladder
onto the covered deck of the boat. I opened our day-bag to retrieve some
towels before sitting down and starting to dry myself, passing another
towel to Boy. I felt a little self-conscious about being naked, though this
was nothing compared to what we'd all be doing the previous night.

Uncle was out of sight – which meant he must be in the front cabin. Thaksin
was sitting with Samorn, his hand around her waist again, talking very
quietly with her. She'd not been swimming, but she'd removed her top and
was sitting with her small, firm breasts on show. Her hand rested on
Thaksin's upper thigh. He was semi-aroused beneath her fingers. He held a
long kiss with her as I watched.

Uncle reappeared from the front cabin. The heat had dried his skin but he
was still naked. His slender cock and balls dangled between his legs. He
looked at Thaksin and Samorn as he approached. Thaksin broke the kiss and
nodded at Uncle.

Uncle moved to stand behind Samorn. He put one hand on Thaksin's shoulder
and the other on Samorn's. Samorn relaxed under his touch and gradually
leaned back into Uncle's body. I had a sense that she and her uncle were
relatively familiar with each other. Uncle's fingers caressed her neck and
throat and then with both hands he reached lower to stroke her breasts. For
a time he fondled her there whilst Thaksin moved his hand to stroke her
thighs, and eventually move up to undo the button on her very tight shorts.
Samorn's eyes were closed but she was clearly enjoying the attention. Her
legs spread wider, giving Thaksin more access. His short cock was
projecting outwards and upwards from his groin. Samorn pushed her head back
into Uncle's belly, whilst he looked down at his hands now roaming across
her chest.

Boy had stopped drying himself and was now standing next to me, watching
this scene unfold. He turned to face me, his eyes alight, and gave me a
long kiss on the mouth. Meanwhile, Dang was climbing back on the boat. His
thin pants were doing very little to protect his modesty. His young cock
and small balls were clearly visible in the fabric, and the small patch of
pubic hair was evident above his tackle.

A noise escaped from Uncle as Samorn pushed back even more into him and
turned her face upwards to look at him above her. He moved to hold her arms
to keep her upright, whilst he bent downwards and forwards to kiss her from
above. Samorn opened her mouth as he probed into her. His cock was no
longer flaccid between his legs, but rising steadily.

Dang moved around the deck until he too was standing behind Uncle. The boy
reached with his hand between the bodies to grasp his Uncle's cock. He
started to stroke him without any resistance from the cock's owner!  I
sense that Dang was experienced at this and had done it before. As I
watched, Uncle rose to full mast in his nephew's hand. He broke the kiss
and as he did so, Samorn twisted on the bench. Her Uncle's cock was now in
her face. She brushed Dang's hand away and took him in her mouth.

Boy and I had not moved whilst all this was happening. We were both still
standing a few feet away across the deck. Boy dropped the towel he'd been
drying himself with, turned and gave me another more passionate kiss. I
could see he was getting turned on by the unexpected action. Then he turned
back to stand in front of me, still watching the action. I pulled him into
my chest and stroked his sides with my hands; my hands wandered down and
over his rounded ass. I nuzzled the back of his neck. I sensed the gradual
rising of his cock before him – and of mine, behind him, pressing into him!

Without a word being spoken, Uncle lifted Samorn up until they were both
standing. Then he led her by the hand across the deck, down the steps
beneath the wheelhouse, and into the front cabin. The door closed behind
them. The rest of us looked at each other in silence for a few moments.

Dang was the first to move. He moved forward to where Thaksin was now
sitting alone on the bench. He asked a question in Thai, and a short
conversation followed. I saw Thaksin nod and grin. Dang got down onto his
knees and Thaksin spread his legs, his squat cock still rampant. Dang took
hold of it in one fist and began to jerk him up and down. Thaksin leaned
back a bit on the bench, supporting his weight with outstretched arms. He
looked down as the boy pleasured him. Dang seemed to be enjoying himself.
His other hand moved in to take hold of Thaksin's heavy balls. Then he
lowered his mouth to lick and caress the thick flared end of Thaksin's
cock. The boy clearly enjoyed cocksucking on a man.

I felt Boy moving as he stood with his fast-drying naked body pressed into
my almost-full erection. He was wanking himself whilst watching Dang
working on Thaksin's cock. I could feel myself getting more and more turned
on. I remembered that Boy and Thaksin were cousins and that Thaksin had led
Boy into sex a few years before. They knew each other's bodies already. It
seemed on this weekend's evidence that Thaksin's large sex drive was both
uninhibited and quite accommodating of both girls and boys. As Boy stood in
front of me, I reached down and lifted this leg up, bending the knee until
his right foot rested on the bench. Then I pushed my enlarged cock through
between his legs. Suddenly I felt an urgent desire to fuck something,
someone. I'd been imagining fucking Boy for some time, and gradually
preparing him with my fingers and the dildos. But to fuck him now, like
this, so publicly, didn't quite feel right. I wanted it to be gentle,
loving, unhurried, and most especially, private. As if reading my thoughts,
Boy reached down beneath his balls, and stroked along the length of my cock
at his root with his free hand. Thaksin looked towards us and grinned
broadly.

Then he leant forward to lift the boy of his cock. He gave Dang a soft kiss
on the lips. Then he moved his face downwards to lick across the slender
boy's brown chest, stopping at each prominent button nipple to give it a
gentle nip and suck. The boy gave a sharp intake of breath. Holding the boy
by the hips, his face continued licking downwards to his belly-button.

As we watched, Thaksin turned the boy around by the hips until he was
facing us across the deck. The boy's cock was evident in his pants. Then
Thaksin pulled him backwards between his spread thighs, until the boy could
sit on his lap. Dang was still wearing his thin grey briefs but Thaksin was
naked beneath him and his short, hard cock must have been pushing directly
into the boy's bum. His hands played over the boy's chest, tweaking his
nipples, pressing into the downy hair of his armpits, and working over his
exposed thighs. The boy's eyes were closed as the sensations flowed through
him. Thaksin started feeling him through his pants. Dang was very aroused,
his young penis straining against the thin cotton.

After a few moments, Dang stood up and pushed his briefs down his legs
before stepping out of them. His young cock was rock hard and pushing
straight out. Two small balls hung beneath, already pulled quite tight into
his body. There was a glistening trail of pre-cum from his cockhead into
the short patch of dark hair above his member. Dang stepped backwards again
and rubbed his slender ass against the tip of Thaksin's erection, rubbing
from one side to the other playfully. Briefly, he stepped away again from
Thaksin's legs and reached across to a neighbouring bench. He lifted the
hinged seat, reached inside for a small metal box, opened it and took out a
packet of condoms and a large tube of lube. The implications of Dang
knowing where this box was hidden and what it was for were immediately
obvious. He stepped back between Thaksin's legs and squatted down over his
lap, aligning his ass crack with the cock beneath him. When in position,
Dang used his hands to spread his own buttocks in a very obvious gesture of
invitation to Thaksin. Now, even more, I really needed to fuck something,
someone!

Without me saying anything, Boy wriggled out from my arms, turned around
and got down to take my hardness deep into his mouth. My hands went
instinctively to his head. I began to slowly fuck into his mouth.

I watched across the deck as Thaksin played with Dang. His hands were
fondling the boy's balls and stroking his young cock, pulling his foreskin
down and rubbing his glans. The boy was already wet. I could see Thaksin's
own erection pushing beneath the boy's legs and slim ass. Dang turned
around and sat on Thaksin's lap facing him. Again his cock was pushing
towards the boy's crack. The boy licked and sucked on Thaksin's large
nipples making him even more aroused.

After another couple of minutes, Thaksin lifted Dang up and laid the boy on
his back on the bench in the middle of the deck area. He pushed the
life-jackets and a couple of towels beneath the boy. Then he spread the
boys legs and lifted them up into the air exposing the boy's ass. He pulled
his hips upwards, lowered his face, and started rimming the boy between his
cheeks. Dang clutched hold of Thaksin's muscled thighs, moaned deeply, and
tried to push his butt outwards into Thaksin's face. Boy broke off from
sucking on me for a few moments to check out what was going on behind him.

I watched as Thaksin reached for a condom and without interrupting his
rimming, tore open the foil packet and stretched the condom over his thick
squat cock. I heard Dang telling him: "Fuck me, fuck me."  Thaksin grabbed
the lube and squirted a dollop onto his fingers. He smeared it along his
own length and then spread some more on the boy's crack. I looked at the
boy's slender, smooth ass and at Thaksin's thick cock. This was going to be
some tight fit! It seemed obvious from his behaviour that the boy had been
fucked before and knew what was coming. My own desire to use my cock in a
similar way was rising all the time and Boy was getting a mouthful of my
pre-cum. Thaksin inserted his fingers into Dang's sphincter muscle and
pushed slowly in. The boy squealed but did nothing to resist. He clutched
the man more. After a few moments of loosening him up, Thaksin stepped in
further between the boy's legs, lined up his cockhead with the pink hole,
and pushed himself forward. I watched in awe as Thaksin's large helmet
entered Dang's slim butt. Once inside, he rested for a few moments and then
continued to slide forward until about four inches were inside the boy. He
hefted Dang's hips into a more comfortable position and began to fuck him.

Boy turned around to watch his cousin slide in and out of the Boy's
upturned ass. His cousin looked up at him and grinned. His cousin waved
with his hand to bring Boy forward.  He moved across until he was standing
above Dang. Boy placed his hands on the boy's buttocks and then let his
fingers stroke Thaksin's cock as it slid in and out. Thaksin dipped his
head forward until he could take Boy's hardness into his mouth. Now he was
fucking Dang and swallowing Boy. It looked incredibly hot.

Dang looked up from his position on the bench beneath. He was looking
directly at Boy's ass above him. He lifted his hands to feel, caressing his
balls and perineum.

I had to move across towards them and stood behind Boy, my cock pressed
into his beautiful ass crack from behind. I felt the desire again to just
enter him now and fuck him. But I also knew that this was not really the
time or place in which to give him such an intimate and personal experience
for the first time. I stroked him and caressed him in an effort to
demonstrate how much I cared for him.

I moved around the deck until I was standing behind Thaksin. I looked at
Boy as Thaksin was sucking on him. He held my gaze and smiled in a way that
I recognised from our times together. I knew he was close to cuming. He
nodded to me and mouthed "Go on, do it if you want to."

I was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. I picked up another condom and
rolled it over my erection. I rubbed lube over the head and then squirted a
whole lot more of the gel into Thaksin's crack in front of me. He looked
around briefly and nodded to me. I knew this would be fairly quick as
everyone was approaching their climax. Thaksin's muscled buttocks were
moving backwards and forwards with his rhythm of fucking Dang beneath him.
I held my cockhead in position. After each thrust his widening crack made
contact with me. I took hold of his hips to keep myself in position,
adjusting to his rhythm. I pushed forward and felt my cockhead press
against his hole, and then push inside. He stopped his thrusting for a few
moments to adjust to the new sensation filling his ass. Then he resumed his
fucking of Dang. I thrust more deeply into him, sensing the rhythm. Boy
tried to lean forward over Thaksin's head to give me a kiss. The boy
beneath was surrounded by three guys each in the final stages of climax.

The first to erupt was Dang. "Oh, oh, oh," he shouted. I couldn't see it
from my position, but I saw the result. Several large strings of cum had
shot from his young cock and landed on his face and chest. Boy made a noise
and closed his eyes. I knew he was exploding into Thaksin's mouth. His
cousin didn't interrupt his actions: he swallowed Boy's cum and continued
to thrust into Dang's ass. Almost immediately, I felt the build-up in my
balls starting to rise. I gave Thaksin several long, deep thrusts and then
groaned loudly as a flood of sperm rose to fill the condom. As I slowed
down, and as Boy withdrew from his cousin's mouth, Thaksin continued to
fuck. The boy had his eyes closed but continued to take the treatment. My
cock slipped out and I moved to hold Boy. A minute later, Thaksin took hold
of Dang's legs, withdrew from his ass, pulled the condom off, and let fly
with a stream of jism that landed across Dang's chest, face and hair. In
the heat of the afternoon, the boy was covered with streaks of sweat and
smears of creamy cum.

Nobody said anything for several moments. Thaksin stood up and looked
around at everyone.  He lowered Dang's legs and helped the boy to sit up. I
took Boy into my arms and kissed him.

Finally, "That was so hot," said Thaksin, "I think we all need to cool
down." He looked down at Dang: "And you, young man, need to clean up!"  He
scooped the boy up in his arms and carried him to the back of the boat
where he jumped into the water still holding the boy. Boy and  I followed
almost immediately.

...................... to be continued soon in Chapter 19 .................

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