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The Boys of Thailand Chapter Eight
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THE BOYS OF THAILAND
CHAPTER EIGHT
The following story is fiction, an author's escape from the harsh
realities of the West to the sensual pleasures of the sexually free
East. All characters portrayed in this story are non-existent. Any
resemblance to real people, dead, alive, or yet to be born, is truly
coincidental.
This story contains scenes of men having sex with minor boys. If
this type of material offends you, exit now, and do not continue.
If you are under the age of eighteen, or are under the legal age in
your city, state, providence, or country to read adult stories, exit
now and do not continue.
Fan Cha Phaw does not condone the activities of the actors within
this story. This story is fiction, and is intended for the reading
pleasure of adults. Fan Cha Phaw does not advocate the breaking
of any laws.
Ishmael Wilkins
That night after the restaurant closed the three boys came up
looking tired. They wanted to shower and did so, only a little shy
with me around. I wanted to watch them as they bathed, of
course, but then again, it was no secret to them that I liked boys.
After bathing I gave them each a pair of my brief-style underpants
and they wore them. They looked very cute in them, even though
in two of the cases, they were a little baggy. Camera came out and
underwear pictures followed. One boy had a skin rash, a common
ailment of Third World boys, and I took his underpants off and
applied some medicine to help clear it up. He giggled as I
photographed him naked, covered in my medicine.
The boys were not too uninterested in playing sex games. One
was fairly horney and allowed me to suck him right off. The other
took a little coaxing and the third was really shy, but finally he
gave in and allowed me to pleasure him.
All three boys had nice dicks. They were just beginning to grow a
bit and all had wonderful foreskins. Two of the three blew me a
little, but they were to shy to go all the way. I decided not to push
it, as we would have plenty of time ahead. The third, and very
shy, boy wouldn't blow at all, but that was all right with me,
since I found him extremely attractive and wanted to know him
better.
The boys requested that I rent a VCR and a few tapes. At first I
thought that it would be for porno, but they rented a few Chinese
movies dubbed into Thai. They were extremely happy laying there
and watching movies and sipping cokes. They purred like kittens
when I would play with their dicks and rub their butts. All but one
lost his underwear quickly. My little shy boy was more modest.
When we finally went to sleep, all in one bed, I sandwiched
myself between the boys, making sure that my shy boy was near
me. Three of us went to bed naked. My shy boy allowed me to
take his underpants off when the lights went off. He also allowed
me to fondle him a bit. I was in heaven when he reached over and
fondled me in return. When my lips met his, he kissed back and I
was in love. Head over heels in love.
When I awoke in the morning the boys were gone. I laid around a
bit until I heard a noise. I looked over to where a small couch was
in the corner of the room and there laid one of the boys, still
naked. He was on his stomach, his bare butt sticking up in the air.
I laid there watching him a few minutes and eventually seen him
peek out from under his arm and then pretend to be asleep again. I
had a feeling that the boy was offering me to come over to him. It
was one of those six sense things where no words were
exchanged.
The boy laying in that position with his bare butt out in the open
meant only one thing in my mind. He was offering himself to me,
even though he was too shy to approach it directly, he wanted to
get fucked. I considered this for a few minutes and then got up
and went over to him. I stroked and petted his butt and heard him
begin to breathe heavily. He didn't respond when I called out his
name, "Du", and so I guessed the game. He was going to be
"sleeping" and I could do with him what I wanted. Since his butt
was in the open, I guessed what he wanted.
I spread his cheeks and played with his hole a little. While there I
checked to make sure that he did not have the same skin ailment as
his friend, or that he didn't have scabies or anything like that. The
boy's skin was perfectly clear, soft and lovely, and so I skipped
breakfast to enjoy rimming his cute little ass.
Getting up I went to the bathroom and took the bottle of lotion
down from the cabinet and then grabbed a hand towel. I stood
there rubbing lotion over my dick. I could see the boy peeking up
at me, and knew that he could see me lubricating myself. It didn't
take much imagination to guess what I was going to do, especially
him laying there with his butt uncovered.
I returned to the bed and rubbed some lotion onto his anus. The
boy didn't respond or move away, and so I knew that I was right.
He wanted to be fucked. Gently I entered the boy and found little
resistance. After settling in a bit, I began to fuck him like one can
only fuck an older boy. Fucking young boys or small boys is fun
and very enjoyable, however, I have always found that there is
that one particular age or stage at which a boy is the most
fuckable, and when he is at his best time for being fucked. Du
was at that stage when I entered him. The sex with him was mad,
wild, and passionate. Although he responded under me and
moaned and groaned throughout, obviously in great pleasure, he
maintained his game that he was sleeping.
I ejaculated inside of him with more force than I had done in
years, and felt as if my entire existence was flowing out of my
dick and into the boy's ass. I though that perhaps it was boys like
Du which had made the Greeks come to believe that knowledge
and good traits were passed to a boy while fucking him, by
injecting him with semen.
Afterwards I got up and went to the shower, leaving Du to figure
out how he wanted to handle things. A few minutes later he was
in the shower beside me and we washed each other. He did not
indicate that he had just been fucked, or that he enjoyed it, or
anything, we just smiled and washed each other. Going to my
knees I sucked Du off, receiving a small but sweet reward for my
efforts.
That night was a repeat of the previous. The boys came up,
showered and got into underpants. We rented the VCR and
movies and ate munchies while I nibbled on their munchies. "Noi"
the boy with the skin rash was clearing up, and we slipped off to
the bathroom for "another shower." Noi proved to be a good cock
sucker and eager swallower. He gave me what had to amount to
one or two drops of fluid when I returned the favor, showing that
he was on the verge of coming of age. Noi also interested me by
allowing me to rub my dick against his opening while all soaped
up. We got to the point of about half penetration, before he told
me that it hurt as asked me to stop.
Some boy-lovers which I have met have always told me that once
you start fucking a boy don't stop until you cum. They say that a
half fucked boy is ruined for fucking forever. They justify their
reasoning with the fact that the boy will probably like it towards
the middle or end of the fuck, and so it should continue. My
thoughts have always been that if a boy complains of discomfort,
stop or try a different approach. If it still hurts him, or he requests
you to stop, you stop, regardless of how high and dry it leaves
you feeling. I have had many of times when I was likely to go
crazy after having to stop in the beginning, middle or end of a
fuck, but when a boy says enough, it is enough, and that's that.
I half wanted to invite Du into the shower to finish my fuck,
however, since he played at sleeping during our morning fuck, I
didn't want to ruin it by confronting him with it while he was
"awake." Noi sensed my discomfort and offered his smooth little
legs for getting off. The way that he held them tight and the way
that he played with the end of my dick as it thrust through his legs
soon had me forgetting about the aborted fuck, and I came happily
onto his stomach and the bathroom wall.
The third, and yet to be named boy, was called Thoi, a nickname
which he invented for himself sometime prior. Going back into
the bedroom I wandered over to Thoi and pulled his underpants
down to his knees while I laid beside him. At first he gave me a
warning look, but he then softened and allowed me to caress him
as he watched the movie. It was only a matter on moments before
I had his underpants off, and his legs spread wide. I feasted on
his genitals. Since I had not been able to enjoy him so freely prior
to that, it was especially enjoyable. The fact that the other two
naked boys laid near half watching us, made it even more
exciting.
Thoi came to a rather bumpy climax, and I was interested to see
that it was totally dry. He had not yet begun to produce boy
juices, however, I decided that it would not be too long before he
did. His genitals were in that between stage, half way between a
little boy's and an older youth's. At times, and on certain boys, I
loved this stage. On Thoi I loved it, they fit him well.
Late that evening when we were sleeping, I was awakened by
what felt like a mouth on my cock. When I came fully awake I
looked over and seen Du heading off towards the couch. He was
naked as usual, and when he laid down, he did so on his stomach,
buttocks facing up. I waited about five minutes to give him time to
"go to sleep," and then I headed over to the couch.
I ran my hands over the silky skin of his buttocks, and parted
them, brushing my finger up against his anus. When he did not
respond, I realized that he wanted to be fucked again. Quietly I got
up and got the necessary equipment. Entering him was as easy as
the first time, and once firmly implanted inside of him, I settled in
for a long and leisurely fuck.
END CHAPTER EIGHT
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