Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2015 21:58:33 +0100 From: tpickles Subject: Boy - Chapter 6 This is a gay, erotic fantasy novel focusing around a relationship between a gay adult man and a gay male youth. It's written for my own entertainment and it's purely fictional. I'm not endorsing or encouraging any of the activities that take place in this story. As the reader, please be responsible for your own thoughts, actions and activities. Please be patient: this is an evolving story. Not everything happens immediately, nor quite in the way you might expect ... but it will get there in time ... with some interesting diversions along the way. If descriptions of male-male sex or gay adult/youth relationships offend you, please leave now. ...................continued from Chapter 5 .................... "Thank you. That was really beautiful and special ... just like you." He didn't say anything. I wondered if he was going to go back to sleep lying there. After I finished wiping him, he slowly turned and slid off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. I heard the taps running and then the toilet flush. A minute or two later he came out again and climbed back into the bed. This time he was completely naked. He turned his back to me, wriggled backwards into my body, and reached for my hand to hold him again. Nothing more was said. Within three minutes, as I replayed the events of the evening in my mind, he'd fallen asleep. CHAPTER 6 When I woke in the morning, the light was filtering through the curtain of our room. Boy was lying close to me in the bed. It felt warm and good. He opened his eyes. "What are we doing today?" he asked. "I've arranged to meet my friend Jack and his boyfriend who's called Chai here by the pool this morning. They'll probably come for a coffee. Then we might go for some lunch together. Do you want to go and explore the beach yourself, maybe swim in the sea?" "Maybe, but I'd like to meet your friends first." "That's OK. I just don't want you to be bored." "I won't be. It's fun being around you and your friends," he said with a laugh. As he said this, he slid out of the bed and walked across to the windows to open the curtains. He seemed very unselfconscious about his nakedness. I looked at his back and his cute slim ass as she walked. He stood in front of the windows for a few moments, seemingly unconcerned. This exhibitionism could be catching. He turned around and smiled at me as he walked back across the room to the bathroom. His beautiful young cock was slightly aroused, and pushing forward a little. I waited for him to start running the shower. Should I leave him to finish in the bathroom on his own? We'd never been naked together in the same room before last night. My own preference was to be nude around the apartment at home, and I'd deliberately been more circumspect since Boy moved in. This might be a time to start to change that. I pushed the bedcover back, stood up and walked over to the bathroom. I could see Boy side-on in the shower through the glass door. He was soaping himself all over with the shower gel. I walked in towards the basin, aware of my cock hanging over my balls, and down between my thighs, my foreskin retracted to expose my cockhead. It felt good to be so exposed in front of him. I turned to the mirror, aware that Boy was looking at my body from the shower. I filled the basin with warm water and started to shave. I tried to be as unselfconscious as possible. As I leaned forward, my cock rested on the edge of the basin. After another minute or two, the shower was turned off and the glass door opened. "Can you pass me a towel please?" I turned and picked a towel off the rail. As I turned back to pass it to him, I couldn't help but look at his body. "You look good this morning. You must have had a good sleep last night" I said. "Yes, I enjoyed myself very much last night. Thank you." I could have reached out to touch him. As I was thinking about it, he turned slightly and bent to dry his legs. My cock hung so close to his body. I turned away from the temptation, back to the basin and started to rinse the water away. He finished drying himself, and wrapped the towel around his head to dry his hair. He stood behind me, moved forward and gave me a hug, his hands reaching around my waist from behind. "Thank you for bringing me this weekend. It was nice to sleep close to you like that. It was very safe." I looked at him in the mirror, looking at me. I could sense his cock against my buttocks. Was he becoming aroused again? If he moved his hands down from my waist, he would touch my cock, and nothing would then stop my erection from growing. I turned around to face him and pulled him into me, without looking down. "I enjoyed it too, Boy". Our cocks were pushed into each other. I put my hands around his back and stroked reassuringly. "You are safe with me." I gave a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "Now I think we better get dressed and go and find some breakfast." He gave me a look, but I couldn't interpret it. --- We enjoyed a leisurely self-service breakfast in the outdoor restaurant. Then I returned to the bungalow to prepare for the day. I put on a smart pair of shorts with a new blue polo-shirt. I packed some sun creams, a hat, towel and swimming shorts into a bag ready for the beach. "Would you like to put some stuff into this bag to take with us?" I asked Boy. "Sure. I've got some trunks and a towel, and I brought my goggles to look at the fish underwater in the sea." When everything was packed, we locked up the bungalow and walked off to the resort's pool where I had arranged to meet up with Jack and Chai. There were sun loungers, low tables and chairs scattered all around the pool and the surrounding gardens. I picked a quiet spot with a good view of the pool, and gathered four chairs together. "Do you want to go swimming, Boy?" "Not just yet, thanks. I'd like to meet your friends." We settled down to enjoy the morning son. They arrived about fifteen minutes later. Jack was about the same age as me, another expatriate, now living out here. We'd worked together for several years and met up two or three times each year. He'd been in a relationship with Chai for a year or two. I'd met him a couple of times before. Chai was younger than Jack, perhaps early- to mid-twenties. As they walked across the gardens looking around for us, I had a good chance to observe him. Chai had a well-developed, toned body; maybe he used the gym everyday or played some sport. There were obvious muscles in his arms and legs. He smiled and waved as he caught sight of us. Jack led the way towards us. "Hello there, Tom," and gave me a big close hug. "And who's this then?" he said turning towards Boy, "Your little bit on the side, huh?" I wanted to stop him before Boy felt the insinuation. "This, Jack, is Boy. He's come along with me for the weekend. He helps look after my apartment, and wanted to enjoy a weekend on the beach. Boy, this is my old friend Jack, and his boyfriend Chai." Boy made a knop bow with his hands together in front of him. Then he stepped forward to shake both Jack's hand and Chai's. "I'm very pleased to meet you," he said in his very best English. We laughed, and the tension eased. Everyone settled into a chair. I waved to the waiter who came over and took orders for coffees and soft drinks. We started chatting, but inevitably, as so often happens when foreigners get together like this, most of the conversation was between Jack and I. I could see Chai asking Boy some simple questions and listening attentively to his responses, but both were too polite to interrupt our conversation. After twenty minutes, in a natural break in the conversation, Chai asked whether it would be OK to use the pool to cool off. "Sure," I said, "go ahead. There are some changing rooms over there, I think." "Do you want to come swimming with me, Boy?" he asked, looking at him enquiringly. Boy looked at me, as if asking permission. "Go ahead, Boy, enjoy yourself. You said you wanted to go swimming. We'll probably go down onto the beach this afternoon, but the pool looks great just now." Boy smiled. He picked up the day-bag and took out his towel. Then he and Chai walked off quickly towards the changing room. As both Jack and I watched them go, Jack said "Are you sure he's not too young?" I reached over to slap his thigh playfully. "I'm being quite respectful and proper with him," I replied, "and nothing serious has happened between us – just some gentle banter. I'm helping his with his English." "I'm sure that's not all you'd like to help him with," he smirked. "I'm being very careful not to take advantage of him. His mother is expecting me to take good care of her son." I could almost justify the truthfulness of what I was saying. "It's nothing like the real relationship that you and Chai have together. How is he doing, anyway?" I asked, to deflect the conversation. Jack started to talk a little about Chai, and their life together. Then, a couple of minutes later, the youngsters emerged from the changing room with towels slung over their shoulders, chatting like friends. Chai was wearing a pair of board-shorts that fitted well around his hips and stretched down to his knees. He filled them well. His muscular torso was well defined. His buttocks stretched the shorts to create a strong and attractive rear view. He was definitely a young man who looked after his body. Beside him, Boy looked shorter and slender. Although he didn't have the same physique, his body gave out an innocent adolescent allure. With their brown tanned skins, smooth chests, dark coloured hair, they might be mistaken as older and younger brothers. I stopped talking to admire them both. As they walked towards us what attracted my attention about Boy was the trunks he was wearing. He was wearing the hipster-style swimming briefs quite low on his hips; the coloured fabric was square-cut around this upper thighs. He must have bought them a year or so ago because they were definitely tight on his body. A tie-cord ran around the top, with a prominent knot at the front (- just waiting to be pulled, I thought); but what most caught my eye was the sewn-in zip that ran down from the cord to underneath his crotch. That zip must have been designed to attract attention to the wearer – and it certainly did. As they walked towards us, smiling, Jack gave a little clap. "Wow, don't you two look gorgeous," he said, smiling. He gave Chai a little pat on the leg, "And you look particularly nice today." Both boys laughed. Then, at Chai's insistence, they ran off together towards the pool. For the next forty minutes we watched their antics as they played together happily in the pool. I ordered some more coffee, and with intermittent conversation between us, we both kept looking towards the boys. Initially, they were diving from the side, swimming lengths, having little races and competitions. Then they seemed to have a floating context, lying on their backs in the water and trying not to sink. Each time they arched backwards to push upwards, a small mound would appear above the water. As their friendship and confidence grew, they became a little more boisterous. Soon Chai was demonstrating his underwater swimming technique and encouraging Boy to try. This seemed new to him. Chai dived in front of Boy, pushed his legs apart and came up behind him. Boy enjoyed the game, and Chai repeated it several times. Then he asked Boy to try. Chai spread his legs wide and Boy made an effort to go underwater but only succeeded in getting stuck half-way through. Chai reached down and pulled him up again. Chai encouraged him to try again, and this time was more physical in pushing his body down and through between his legs. Their games became more physical. Now they were pushing each other and a certain amount of playful wrestling started. Boy climbed piggy-back on Chai. I could see Chai saying something to Boy, after which Chai sank down completely in the water with his head out of sight. Boy pushed himself up, and Chai arose from the water with Boy sitting on his shoulders. His thighs and crotch were wrapped right around Chai's neck. It was quite arousing to watch. Both Jack and I seemed absorbed in watching this youthful play. After another ten minutes, they climbed out of the pool and walked back towards us laughing. Chai's shorts were dripping wet and clinging to his muscular thighs. Even with a mesh lining inside, it was quite possible to see the outline of a thick cock against his left thigh. Boy too was well outlined in his too-small trunks. I wondered if the zip was for real or just decoration. They each came and stood by our respective chairs and towelled off. I wondered if they were each teasing us with these semi-concealed displays of manhood. "How about some lunch, and then we could spend the afternoon on the beach?" I suggested. We packed up our things. Chai and Boy put some thin sweat-pants on over their swimming trunks. And together, we walked off to a seafront restaurant for lunch. We made a base for ourselves on the beach beneath some overhanging trees. We bought some food and drinks from a beach vendor, and settled in for an enjoyable afternoon. When we'd all got too hot from the sun, we all four went out into the water to cool off. I changed into some swim-shorts and waded out through the small waves to join the others. I could see Jack and Chai together in the water, standing close together. As I approached, I could see Jack had his arms around Chai. The water was up to their chests. As I got closer, I realised that Jack had his hands inside Chai's shorts. They were both laughing. Jack smiled across at me. I looked around for Boy and saw him twenty yards away, face down in the water with his butt up in the air. As I swam across to him, I realised that he must be using his goggles to look for fish in the water. Sure enough, as I approached, he stood up with his thumbs raised. "There's loads of fish here, swimming around the rocks. Look," he said excitedly. We spent some time looking around at the fish darting every which way in the water. Boy seemed very happy. "Can I practice diving between your legs, Tom? I want to learn to swim underwater like Chai." "Sure, go ahead." I answered, facing him and standing astride. He took a deep breath and lowered his head and his body into the water. Then I felt him pulling his body through between my knees, and surfacing behind me. Before I knew it, he turned around and did it again, this time from behind me. I felt his body brush past me. As he stood up and looked at me, I smiled broadly. The game continued several more times. He stayed underwater for longer. His hands held my legs and thighs more deliberately as he pulled himself through. A couple of times, his head or face pushed into my crotch. Then one time as he was coming through from behind, his hand made a definite grab for my genitals and held them for some time. He was playing with me. "Can I sit on your shoulders too?" he asked next time he surfaced. I was getting into the spirit of these games. "Yeah, ok" I replied as I sank down into the water. He immediately climbed onto my shoulders. As I stood upright, he shifted his body forward. His hands were holding the side of my head for balance. His knees were gripping my sides as I held onto his knees with my hands. And he wriggled forward on my shoulders until the fabric covering his cock and balls was pushed right into my neck. I could feel the metal of the zip against my skin. We horsed around together a bit like this. I pretended to stumble and fall, causing him to fall off, but he would insist on climbing right back up again. Each time, I experienced the sensation of his cock pressing into me. It seemed to be getting larger each time. He was becoming aroused by our play. And as I realised this, my own cock started to swell and lengthen. Without talking about it, we kept in the deeper water so that other swimmers wouldn't notice what was happening. Then, suddenly, he jumped off backwards into the water and swam through between my legs again. This time he was on his back and his hand reached out and took hold of my cock, squeezing me for several moments until he surfaced in front of me. He smiled, reached down again, and squeezed some more. "I see you've recovered from last night," he said, and laughed. I chased after him as he swam and ran out of the water, back to our towels; the exercise softened us both. We lay around on the beach for another hour or so, sunbathing and chatting, and then Jack and Chai decided to go back to their apartment further along the beach to shower and change before dinner. We agreed to meet up again at 8.00pm to eat. Boy and I picked up our damp towels and bag, and wandered back through the gardens behind the beach towards our bungalow. I was feeling thirsty after a day in the sun. "Do you fancy a drink before we get back?" I asked. "Yes, that would be nice." We walked towards the bar and chose a quiet table on the veranda. It wasn't very busy: I think most guests were either still on the beach, or had retired to their rooms to change or rest. "How was your day?" I asked. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself in the water." "Yes, it was great fun. Sometimes I come to the beach with my friends. I love being in the water and I like looking for fish. It was very nice to meet your friends Jack and Chai. They are quite different to the school friends I come to the beach with." "In what way?" "Well, they are older, of course, and that makes them more mature. But Chai seemed like a very nice person. We were playing around a lot in the water – almost like children." "Yes, we were watching you," I laughed. "You seemed to be having a lot of fun together." "He was showing me how to dive and swim underwater. And I got to swim through his legs. I think he's very strong." "What makes you say that?" I asked. Boy looked at me, perhaps wondering how to reply. "Well, he looks like he has big muscles in his legs ... And I think he must have a big penis..." His sentence tailed off as he looked at me questioningly. "Well I don't know what size he is because I've not seen him down there", although I had looked at his body in his shorts and he seemed pretty big. "What makes you say that? Were you looking, or did he tell you something?" "Just when we went to the changing rooms. He stripped all his clothes off before putting his shorts on. I could see as I was getting undressed. His penis seemed quite big. And much fatter than yours, Tom," he added, giggling. "Ah hah, so you've been looking at men and comparing their sizes have you?" I joked. "Well, when I was swimming through his legs, I could see this sausage in his shorts. It certainly looked big." He giggled. "And it kind of felt big too when he moved his legs to trap me as I swam through." Then he added, looking at me: "I think he might be even bigger than you, Mr. Tom." I was amazed that he was being so direct. "Oh, have you been checking me out then?" I smiled inwardly at the thought, wondering if this young man was turned on by my body ... as I certainly was by his. "Well ... I could feel you behind me in the bed sometimes, and you seemed quite big then – but I wasn't looking at you, of course. And then last night, I saw you in the bathroom after we'd gone to bed. Perhaps you thought I was asleep, but I woke up when you got out of the bed. And I saw, in the bathroom – when you were playing with your - ... penis ... and you looked really big then. You're much bigger than me, anyway because I'm just young and Asian. Maybe one day, my penis will be bigger than now." As he spoke, I could feel the stirring in my shorts. His words were certainly encouraging my cock to practice growing again! "You don't need to worry about your size, Boy. When I watched you wanking on the bed last night, you had a good strong young cock. You looked very good. It was fun to watch you. And please don't feel embarrassed about what happened. It's quite natural. You're a fit, healthy young man. I did that all the time when I was your age." "Thank you for what you said. I just don't want to be any trouble for you. You have been very kind to me, giving me a job. That makes a big difference to me. I am enjoying the work for you. And I worry that maybe I do something wrong and you will finish me. I know I don't have much experience, and I'm quite young. Please tell me if I do something wrong. Then I can get better at working for you and helping you." I smiled at his honesty and his innocence. As he sat in the chair drinking his coke, I reached out to touch his leg gently, in a reassuring way. "You're doing absolutely fine. There's nothing you've done wrong. I really like having you around in the apartment. And it's good fun sharing this weekend with you." "Thank you Mr Tom," he replied, and after a pause he added "I'm really enjoying ... every minute of it." "Really? Including last night, in the bedroom? Did you enjoy that too?" "Oh yes, Mr Tom." He almost didn't need the words as his body was giving out tell-tale signs. Boy's hands had gone to his shorts and made an adjustment presumably to give his cock more room. I'd noticed on the beach that he'd pulled his shorts on over his tight swimming trunks. "It always feels good to be doing that. And I couldn't believe it when you said you wanted to watch me. And then when you touched me, and you slipped the jockstrap off me, it made me so horny. I couldn't stop myself cumming so quickly." "You looked really excited. It was hot watching you enjoying yourself so much. You can do that again anytime!" He smiled at me - partly with relief, and perhaps partly with anticipation at the possibility of repeating it. I decided to try a riskier question since Boy seemed to be more relaxed as this conversation unfolded. "And was there anything going on to make you so horny last night? Did you have a good dream, or were you thinking of someone – like Zee maybe - or some situation perhaps." I paused. "You don't have to say anything – it's quite all right. I know this kind of stuff is very private." Boy was silent for a few moments, looking down. His hand moved to adjust his shorts again. The delicate word `private' seemed to have had an impact, perhaps making him more aware of the unusual sensitivity and intimacy of this conversation between us. He looked up and turned to look directly at me. He spoke very quietly, looking at me all the time. I had to lean forward to catch what he was saying. "You've been very good to me Mr Tom. You seem to accept me and respect me and treat me properly. You make me feel very comfortable. I don't feel frightened around you. When you touch me ... when you let me stay near you in your bed ... that feels very good and nice. And then last night, when I was supposed to be asleep, you were standing there without any clothes on, in the bathroom. Your big man cock looked so strong and stiff and powerful. And then you just kept on rubbing yourself in front of me. I think anyone else would have shouted at me, grabbed a towel and closed the door. But you`re a grown man and you just let me watch you. It was amazing. I've never seen a grown up man like that before. I just wanted to watch ... and I wanted to touch you. My penis got very hot in that jockstrap as I watched you. And when I got back into bed, I just had to cum. I felt so horny from being so close to you like that." He stopped and took a breath. "I'm sorry. Maybe you're going to tell me that's all wrong and bad. I'll go now, if you want me to." And he turned to pick up the bag from beside his chair. "No, please don't go Boy", I said quickly. His head had gone down again. I moved to put my hand back on his leg, and I looked directly at him. "I don't want you to go at all. You've done nothing wrong. Most boys couldn't say what you just said. They would be too scared or too embarrassed. But I love your directness and your honesty. That's really brave. It's one of the many things that I really like about you. I don't want you to go. I like you and I want you to stay around." I took a deep breath. Maybe if he could be so honest with me at such a young age, then perhaps it was my turn to try a little truthfulness too. "Boy, let me tell you something about me - and about me and you. You're a very attractive young man. I don't just mean your politeness and respect for others. I mean you look after yourself well, you take care of yourself, and ... err ... you look very attractive too. I like you. At first, I didn't know how to behave around you, so I tried hard to be very proper and respectable. I bought you those jockstraps and briefs because I thought you would like them and because I thought you would look good in them. Perhaps secretly, I wanted to see what you looked like wearing them." I stopped for a moment. Boy looked at me, wondering whether I'd finished and whether he should be saying something. How far could I go? "Then, when I saw you wearing them in the apartment, you looked very good. And again last night, as you showed off that jockstrap, you looked really ... Hot. When you climbed on the bed, I started to get hard. You must have felt it beneath the sheet when you sat down on me. Then when you climbed into bed and curled up against me, you must have felt my cock against you?" I spoke it as a question. Boy was looking at me again. He nodded. "I couldn't sleep with you like that. My cock would have been poking into you. I just had to cum. So I went into the bathroom. I was feeling so horny. I couldn't stop myself. Even when I saw you watching in the mirror." I stopped to gauge his reaction to my revelations. Finally, I added, "And now look what's happened again." I leaned back a little, touched my shorts, and made a very deliberate and obvious adjustment to my package. "You see, you have that kind of effect on people." He laughed. He sat back and let me see that his right hand was holding something stretched across the front of his shorts. "Phew. That was quite a lot we both said just now." "Yes," said Boy. "And I definitely don't want you to go. I'd like to go out with you this evening and have dinner with Jack and Chai. I'd like to share tonight and tomorrow morning with you here at the resort. And then we'll go back to the apartment and see how things are at home. How does that sound to you?" "Wow, thanks Mr Tom. That sounds great. How about we go back to the bungalow and get ready for a cool night out?" "Good idea." I stood up, called for the drinks bill and paid. We walked back to the bungalow feeling very comfortable and without the need for more chatter. ............ to be continued in Chapter 7 Enjoy the story. I love to hear your feedback and reactions. You can contact me by email at tpickles2@gmail.com. If you want to see this kind of publishing continued, please support Nifty financially with a donation to http://donate.nifty.org/.