Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2015 12:59:52 +0100 From: tpickles Subject: Boy - Chapter 7 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 6 ................... "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. CHAPTER 7 We walked towards the bungalow as the daylight faded from the sky. That had been our most open and direct conversation together since Boy had come to work for me. I unlocked the bungalow door, put on the aircon to cool the room, switched on a couple of lamps, and drew the curtains closed. "Why don't you go and shower first, Boy? Wash the salt and the sand off you?" He put down the bag and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. I busied myself unpacking the day-bag, putting the beach towels outside on the balcony to dry and air; then I took another beer from the fridge. I heard Boy using the toilet and running some water in the bathroom. "Mr Tom, did you see your friend Jack and Chai in the sea this afternoon?" "Yes ..." I said, wondering where he was going with this question. "Well, I guess they are boyfriends, so that makes it ok." "What do you mean?" "Well, every time I looked at them, they seemed to be very close together – you know?" I didn't say anything. "I think Jack had undone Chai's shorts in the water, and he was playing with him. I could see his hand sometimes. Chai seemed to be enjoying it too from the way he was looking." I must make a note to myself that no matter his apparent inexperience, Boy is certainly observant of what's going on around him. "Well, I guess they just like doing that kind of thing. I don't suppose they thought anyone would be watching them. Or maybe just Chai's an exhibitionist and likes showing off. I don't think that many local people around here take off their clothes in a public place." I could hear the water running in the shower now. "When we were playing around in the pool this morning, Chai told me some stuff." "Oh, what kind of stuff?" "He told me a bit about him and Jack. Like how long they've been together, and some of the things they like doing." "Uh-huh," I said, "Nothing too private, I hope." "I think he'd seen me looking at his sausage in the changing rooms. When we were playing in the pool, he told me that Jack likes to take it in his mouth. I didn't know whether to believe him. He looked like he would be too big and fat to fit in Jack's mouth." Shit, I thought. Maybe Chai's been hitting on Boy in the pool. "Wow," I said quickly, "Was he suggesting that you might do that to him?" "I don't know, Mr Tom. We were just horsing around in the pool, swimming underwater and playing catch and things. But maybe he was liking all the touch and contact that happened. Anyway, I didn't do anything ... honest, Mr Tom." "I'm sure you didn't, Boy. I think we might have noticed. And there were other people around the pool. Perhaps that's why he was playing with Jack in the sea." There was silence from the bathroom for a time. Maybe Boy was focused on showering. "Mr Tom ... can I ask you something?" "Sure, like I said outside when we were enjoying drinks. You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm not going to get upset with you." "Well ... Mr Tom ... it's this. Have you ever taken anyone in your mouth ... you know ... like that?" I paused, wondering how to reply, and decided that continuing our policy of openness was probably best. "Err, well, yes I have actually. It's quite natural to do that between two people who are being very intimate together. Especially if they both want to, and like it." I walked towards the bathroom. This seemed like one of those moments when Boy could be feeling nervous. I wanted to let him know that it was still ok to ask me things. I pushed the door open and stood at the entrance. Boy was absorbed in the shower, soap over this body, with his back to me. His tight trunks were still clinging to his butt. "Oh, that must be good. I'd really like to feel what that's like," he continued. As he spoke, he turned half-round towards me and leaned his back towards the wall-tiles. The shower sprayed down onto his chest rinsing the soap over and down his slim body. As I stood there, he pulled the knot in his trunks to release the cord. Then he reached for the zip – which turned out to be real, and not just a decoration – and with some awkwardness, pulled it downwards. The problem quickly became visible: he was fully erect inside the trunks. Without the zip, the flaps on either side fell backwards and his very hard teenage cock sprang straight up. With the trunks still covering his hips and bum, the opening was now just beneath his balls, and his equipment was perfectly displayed. The water continued to play over his smooth body as he leant back. His right hand took hold and he gently stroked himself a few times. "I can't imagine what it would be like ... but maybe something warm and wet like this shower. It makes me feel good now. You did say this would be ok to do again. I can stop anytime ..." I moved forward slightly into the bathroom. "Actually, Boy, whilst the warm water on your body and cock probably feels very good, it's not really like a mouth. Someone's mouth is a lot more sensitive on the lips, and they can use their tongue at the same time." "How do you mean?" "Do you really want to know, Boy?" I looked at him. He swallowed. His hand was now jerking his young cock. He looked at me. Maybe it was my imagination, but I sensed his nod. "You must have got the sand off your body by now. Turn off the shower for a moment." As he turned the tap, I pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, dropped it on the basin, and moved towards him. "Do you want to come in the shower with me?" he asked huskily. I didn't answer. Instead, I got down on my knees in front of him. I looked up to check with him. He was watching me, a slight smile on his face; his hand was still jerking his cock automatically. I faced his genitals. I freed his hand from his cock and placed it by his side. A foot in front of my face, his teenage cock was standing rigid, pointing vertically upwards. His foreskin was fully retracted exposing a well-formed cock head with a little pearl of pre-cum already evident in his slit. I raised my hands to take hold of the swimming trunks and slid them down his smooth thighs to his knees, careful not to catch the metal zip on his balls or skin. He was fully revealed before me, a teenage boy, naked, vulnerable and seemingly very, very hard. His young balls were pulled up tight towards his body already. I hadn't touched him at all, but he was tense and breathing hard. I could sense his extreme excitement. He probably wouldn't last long! I pursed my lips and blew a gentle stream of air up and down his cock. He gasped and his cock jumped several times of its own momentum. His cock head was now quite wet. I raised one hand and gently touched his inner thigh. He moved his hips forward whilst still leaning against the tiles. I stroked his thigh slowly with my fingers and gradually moved my hand upwards. After several long moments, my fingers were at the top of his inner thigh. I turned my hand over and softly held his ball sack in the palm of my hand. "Aaarrghhhh." Was that him, or me, making the noise? His right hand came back quickly to grab his extended cock, like he wanted to finish himself off immediately. I could almost see and hear the electric sensations flooding through his genitals. I reached to remove his hand again so that his cock was again entirely free. "Let me, Boy." Still cupping his balls, I moved my face forward again to blow on him. If he spurted now, my face was going to be covered in boy cum. I breathed in the look and scent of his young manhood. Several inches of pure cock: straight, skin-stretched, foreskin retracted and almost disappeared in his rigidity. It was pointing directly up his body. The smooth skin of his inner thighs met at his vulnerable sweet spot from which his teenage scrotum was now tight and pulled up. There was an area of dark pubic hair just above the base of his cock; everywhere else was entirely hairless. I caressed his balls in the palm of my hand. As I did so, he moved his legs apart a little more. I had more access to stroke his root at the apex of his thighs. His cock was twitching every few moments with the sensations. He leant right back on the tiles pushing his cock forward towards me. I knew what he wanted me to do. I resisted and took my time, knowing that the first experience is often the most memorable. My face moved to the base of his cock. His penis lay against my nose. I moved my nose from left to right a few times, feeling his stiffness rub across me. Then, very gently, I touched the base of his cock with my outstretched tongue. He gasped. I let my tongue lick slowly up his pillar, following the vein until just beneath the glans. I repeated the stroke several times. He was making quick little breaths, moaning slightly. When he was used to this sensation, I moved one hand to take hold of the base of his cock and angled if forward a couple of inches towards me. Then I reached out with my tongue again to touch the very tip of his cockhead. "Aagghhhh," he moaned more loudly. I could see that he wanted to bring his hand back onto his own cock, but I stopped him. "Just let me, Boy." My tongue played around his most sensitive cock head, tickling all the nerve endings. I detected a very faint taste of salt still from swimming in the sea. Then I pulled my tongue back in, opened my mouth, and slid it over his exposed cock. I held his glans in my mouth, closed my lips around his foreskin, and let my tongue dart back and forth on him. I felt his knees shake and I wondered, briefly, whether he was about to collapse. I could feel him move his hands onto my head. Did he want me to stop and get off him? No. He was holding me there with his cock poking into my mouth. He thrust himself forward more. His hands were pushing my head down onto him. I slid my lips down around more of his length until I felt him hit the back of my mouth. Then I started to suck him, slowly lifting my mouth up and down his shaft, never entirely releasing him, using my tongue to create extra sensation, sometimes tightening with my lips, trying to keep the experience warm, wet and sensual for him. He moved one foot to spread his knees further apart, perhaps to give himself more stability on the floor tiles. As his thighs opened another inch or two, the hand that was cupping his balls had a little more space. I let a couple of fingers slide backwards between his legs, behind his balls until I was touching his deepest root. Boy started to moan and cry deep in his throat. From my position, I could only glimpse up his body to check he was OK. His hands continued to hold my head in position as he kept thrusting forward. I pressed on his root every few moments, and kept sucking his beautiful cock. "Aargh. No. No. Mr Tom. I'm cuming, I'm cuming, Mr Tom," he shouted. I kept my hand pressing between his legs, and my other hand held the base of his cock. I lifted my mouth off him just in time. A jet of spunk erupted from his cockhead a foot into the air and landed back on my arm. Another one followed, and a third, this one hitting his abdomen and immediately trickling down into his pubes. Smaller spasms followed as he emptied himself, leaving a white, sticky cream on his cockhead. I looked up into his face. His mouth was open, his eyes tightly closed. Then as I continued to kneel in front of him, holding him, he opened his eyes and looked down – at his cock, at his semen, and at me. "Ah, ah, ... Wow ... I can't believe what just happened. Never before ... that was ... amazing. Amazing, Mr Tom. Just so ... amazing. I didn't want it to stop." I leant forward and pushed my tongue out to touch his cockhead again and take a little of his cum. He looked a little surprised at that. "Do you like that? What's it like?" he asked. "Coming from you, it's very sweet. It's just your natural juice. It's very precious." "Can I taste it?" I scooped a little of his cum onto my finger and reached up towards him. He tasted it with his tongue. "Mmm, now I'm eating a bit of me." I slowly withdrew my hands from his cock and his balls. When I stood up, my legs felt numb. I wanted to get the circulation back into them. "Well, just like Chai, you wanted the experience of a mouth on your cock. How was it? Did you like it?" He stepped towards me in the bathroom and put his arms around me. I held him up. I guessed he would be feeling pretty weak. "It was ... amazing. The water, the hands, your tongue, your mouth. I can't describe it. Wow." As I held him up, I lowered my head and kissed him gently on the top of his head. "Good. I'm really glad I could help you with a new, sensual experience." I took hold of his softening cock very gently in one hand, and used the other to pat and stroke his buttocks. "Now, perhaps you should give yourself another shower to clean up – and wash off any more ... sand! Then we can get dressed and go out and enjoy dinner with Jack and your friend Chai." ............ to be continued in Chapter 8 Enjoy the story. I love to hear your feedback and reactions. You can contact me by email at tpickles2@gmail.com. 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