Gender: Male Age: 57 Location: Bangkok
|Introduction: A new story about youth giving of themselves|
YOUNGSTERS ALL AROUND – Chapter 1
(I have known for a long time I wanted to be with younger people to feel them keep me young also; not brave enough, not outgoing enough…but then came the time: it was just the right thing to do…. And I sure did it….
Readers are advised: these are under-age young people, some gay, some bisexual. If you don’t like the images they bring to your mind: don’t read further….)
I woke in early evening darkness, turned my head to see the clock on the wall and felt better that I could still relax for a few more minutes: it was 18.15, still time to – oh, wash my hair again, shower again, and go and meet/see again Sasha – to find out where that new path might lead my Life: what an incredible, amazing Day, 2 Days, I have had.
Hair washed again, conditioned; body rested and now cleaned, I put on yet another pair of new shorts, a nicer shirt, and after my hair had dried somewhat, I brushed the tangles through and left.
It was 19.10 when I parked and walked the few metres to the restaurant; early, but a beer quickly appeared, served by a Vietnamese lady I knew and with whom I could talk better than I could with the resident Thai people.
I declined dinner: my mouth and belly – my body indeed - seemed full enough today, mostly of cum, I chuckled to myself and I just wanted the beer, but I did choose a small table at the back where I wouldn’t interfere with groups or anybody who was going to spend more money than me on food; this was a popular, busy restaurant I knew, so I put myself out of the way, served myself ice from the bucket on the table and only interrupted any of the workers when I needed another beer.
My second bottle was just opened when my phone buzzed a message; ‘Are you here Khun Steve?” I was about to reply when a body materialised beside me and a small, slender, soft hand gave a gentle caress to my shoulder.
I turned my head and found our relative heights almost had my mouth pasted on a small-mounded breast with a pointy nipple - showing the absence of a bra. “Hi, Khun Steve” Sasha said, giving me a respectful wai and bowed head and then a giggle as she waved her phone at me.
I responded to her wai with my own, scowled a little, then smiled as she sat opposite me and I looked more closely at her – now that swimming costumes weren’t the problem of earlier this afternoon, even if my cock had twitched at her hand’s touch, and still twitched looking at her youthful breasts and her legs below her shorts as she sat.
Apart from being very beautiful, she was very alluring; and now I saw why: her face wasn’t a Thai face; she was Vietnamese, perhaps Vietnamese-Thai and it clicked: I had seen her before here when her Vietnamese mother served me!
“Ah” I said, nodding my head “Yes, I do remember you now, nong; ‘em biet noi tieng Viet?’”
I spoke in Vietnamese, and she responded “Mot chuc, Anh” – ‘a little’ - so we reverted to a mixture of Thai and English as she seemed more comfortable than speaking Vietnamese and her English was very good in fact, so our conversation was mostly that.
“Do you always put your hand on a man’s body when swimming in a pool near him nong Sasha (referring to an incident earlier today): it could be a dangerous thing to do unless you know the man – or are just joking about it accidentally?”
She laughed before answering as her mother came up to the table; Sasha’s mother could speak Thai very well, but not read it, I knew already; she ruffled her daughter’s hair and asked if she had taken care of her brothers before coming over here.
Sasha nodded and her mother said she hoped Sasha wasn’t interrupting Anh Steve: perhaps he was waiting for his wife.... she glanced at me and I shook my head; I hadn’t even messaged my wife to say I would be here, as I would have done years ago when we did come here and eat quite often.
Sasha’s mother looked quizzically at me and I shrugged my shoulders as in ‘no problem’.
“Well, ok Sasha, just don’t annoy Anh Steve; you might be free on holidays, but I am not, so I need you to help with the boys, ok?”
Sasha nodded and her mum looked at me again and said, in Vietnamese, she was happy her daughter was having a conversation with me: English or Thai or Vietnamese, didn’t matter: she needed a man to talk with, as there wasn’t one in the family now. I nodded understanding and said I would kick Sasha home if she became unbearable, but my smile said that would never happen.
She laughed and went back to the cooking/reception area at the front; Sasha asked me what her mother had said, “I have permission to put you across my knees and spank you if you are a naughty girl – your mother says you need a man to control you, so be careful, young lady Sasha!”
After she had finished her guffaws and giggling, she continued shaking her head as she tried to say “She didn’t say that!”
A moment later, still laughing, she said she needed to go to the toilet – she had laughed so much she was afraid of an accident - and check on her sisters, who were watching TV at home.
“How old are your brothers, nong – I forgot what you told me?” “14 and 13, Anh Steve; Mum had us every year! Do you like them too, Anh Steve?” She skipped away, laughing.
I watched her go and saw her enter one of the many bungalow-style places which took up the area behind the restaurant, across a paved courtyard which also led to the toilet block for patrons.
Sasha turned as she reached to open her door, perhaps making sure I had been looking at her walking away, as indeed I had been; not only to see where she lived but because she was such a glorious young body to watch – swimming, sitting or walking.
She reappeared and her 2 brothers came outside with her; all 3 of them waved to me and then went inside, talking and laughing animatedly.
When she returned she asked rather strangely “Can we change places: our seats I mean?” I stood and said “Ok, if you want; I need go to the toilet anyway; back in a minute – if you are staying here, with me, young lady Sasha....” I left it open-ended for her deliberation, but hadn’t gone 3 steps before I heard “Em o dai” – Vietnamese for “I (the younger person) am here. “
I smiled as I continued across the courtyard, emptied my bladder in one of the squat-style toilet rooms they had here; outside I washed my hands and sauntered back to our table. She was facing the front of the restaurant, so – just to be slightly contrary – I sat on the side adjacent, rather than opposite her; “I don’t want to just stare at toilets behind you” I said.
She seemed slightly less happy and frivolous and effervescent; she seemed to want to keep my eyes away from something by beginning to chatter at me, but I turned my head – and I understood.
“I think that is your wife, right Anh Steve?” I nodded, turned to Sasha and smiled; “Were you trying to protect me, em Sasha? Thank you for trying, but there is no need; my wife and I are just that in words only – do you understand? We don’t live as husband and wife; we just happen to live in the same house – which I bought – and she sleeps upstairs and I am downstairs: no problem.”
“But she looks very close to that girl with her and very happy, Anh; are you ok – are you happy?”
I looked at her concerned, gentle, beautiful face and said “I want kiss you right now, young lady Sasha and I wish we could, but we cannot of course; there are other things my mind and my body tell me I would like to do with you also, but we certainly cannot do any of those!”
She was gasping a little for breath as she asked me “Tell me what you are thinking Anh; it might be the same as my thinking....”
“First, I will answer your question about my wife with the girl there; the girl lives opposite us, and she, ah, made love to me like a man last night –with her tongue. My wife saw us and she wanted that girl, so they slept upstairs together and had sex I guess. My wife was very happy this morning and she told me the girl might come back to our house again, if I was ok; I said I was fine with that.”
“Well, it looks like she will be cumming back very fast!” Sasha laughed at her own comment, and I gave her a big grin as I nodded in agreement: it certainly does look like it, I said to myself.
“End of that story em, Sasha; now what else did you ask....?” I smiled and she smiled back, but now I felt her foot snake up my bare leg and come to rest across my groin, with its already straining cock inside my shorts desperate to get into skin contact with her.
“Everything ok – ok now, Anh Steve?” I nodded as her foot massaged the cock she could easily feel under it and I felt below the table to stroke her foot lightly with my fingers, pleased to feel her shudder from her foot upwards.
“So talk to me, em Sasha; if your mum looks at us, she will be expecting a conversation; tell me anything you want....I just like, and want, to hear your voice and watch your face.”
She blushed and looked down for a moment, but then began to talk; her first comment was to tell me of when she had seen me first, perhaps 4 years ago and heard me talking Vietnamese with her mother, and how happy her mother was to tell her later she had met a foreigner who could actually have a conversation in Vietnamese with her - Sasha said her mother missed Vietnam, but 3 kids going to school here...it was all she could do to afford that, but not a return trip to her homeland for herself, let alone 4 of them; and who would care for the kids?
She went quiet for a minute and I asked her if she wanted a drink – of water, I hoped, not liking sugar drinks for kids; she asked, without prompting from me, one of the passing girls for a bottle of water, and I smiled, “Good choice”.
“Then I saw you sometimes after that, but now I haven’t seen you for quite a long time, until today at the pool; don’t you come here anymore – is it because of your wife, Anh Steve?”
What a perceptive child – could I call her a woman yet – she was, as I nodded “We rarely go out together anymore; she goes to work, goes out, does – well, she does what she wants; I am mostly at home, alone, but I am ok nong Sasha.”
She seemed to have gone quiet as she smiled sympathetically at me; but I pulled her toes and made her giggle when I tickled her foot, and she and I snapped out of each of our moods, even if her twitching foot was making my cock ache underneath.
“You have a big cock, Anh Steve” she suddenly said, and now I blushed as I shook my head.
“You are only a child, em – sorry: a young Woman, I meant - so perhaps all men seem ‘big’ if you have not seen, or felt, a man’s cock before....” I paused and she shook her head vigorously ‘no’, so I continued “But I am only average, and quite small when not excited as I was today at the pool. In fact, before yesterday and today, I hadn’t really grown ‘big’ for several years: nothing excited me enough, and – if I can be honest and open with such a young woman: I haven’t had sex for quite a long time – before yesterday.”
“What happened yesterday?”
“Ah, indeed – but a true gentleman never talks about what and who he might, or might not, have made love with, or not; that should remain between the 2, or 3 or 4 perhaps it concerns.” I laughed as her mouth opened wide before I added “For example: I won’t tell anybody at all that Sasha masturbated my cock through my shorts while studying English with me.”
She gasped, but I pressed on “Do you sleep alone nong Sasha?”
“Yes, Mum has a bed, and I do, and the youngest 2 sleep together.”
“Do you ‘feel’ your body some times; put your fingers inside yourself some times?” She nodded vigorously and began blushing again, but I l leaned across to lift her chin with one finger and held her head up, looking at me.
“Tonight, do you think you will do that?” She nodded; “Do you think I might be in your thoughts when you do?” She nodded again, but didn’t take her eyes off mine even as she flushed crimson.
“Well, perhaps I will be thinking exactly the same about you, perhaps even at the same time as you, but I am absolutely certain you will be in my thoughts tonight, and those thoughts will make this as hard as it is now, as wet as it is now” and I pressed her foot against my cock, and the wet patch on my shorts, and she shuddered.
“I have never really ‘cum’ before” she whispered, “but I feel so hot and shaky and excited and confused right now: perhaps this is my time to become a Woman, and cum for you, Anh Steve!”
“I think your wife and the girl are leaving now” Sasha suddenly said, but I didn’t look around. “Well, if they ate together, they both live in the same soi, so it is rather natural if they catch the same bus together; it isn’t a problem, em – neither for you, nor for me.” I smiled, trying to ease her fears; her fears for me I thought and I felt a great sense of a swelling heart for her caring feelings.
I looked at my beer, which I had hardly thought about since Sasha came to sit with me; it was half full and warm, so I looked for Sasha’s mother or another girl, as my ice bucket was also empty. Sasha jumped up, her foot off my groin and cock, took the bucket and went to the front, returning with a half bucketful; “Enough” she asked and I nodded ‘thanks’ to her.
I also hadn’t had a cigarette since she had been here and now I wanted both a cold beer and a smoke; I did swing to the side and away from Sasha as I told her “Sorry, but I need these” as I motioned to my 2 vices.
She smiled an ‘ok’ and we were both quiet for 5 minutes; her mother then came to the table and checked we were both ok; I took the opportunity to hand her a 500 Baht note to cover the bill, and said I would go home when my bottle was empty.
She smiled and nodded as she took my money and returned to the Cashier’s desk; I looked at Sasha and found her less smiling than her mother.
“I have had a really busy day, Sasha; I am truly tired....”
I didn’t finish, though perhaps it was better for me not to go on and on with reasons or excuses; Sasha interrupted to ask “I understand, but when will I see you again, Anh Steve; I want you?”
I was so pleased as well as careful; she had spoken all that in Vietnamese and I had understood her, including her plaintive tone for her final phrase. “Well done, my young lady Sasha; your Vietnamese was very good.” I clapped her as I smiled, but that isn’t what she wanted to hear; she had asked a question and was waiting for an answer.
I tried firstly to use the same argument as I had with Ting and Tong, the twins from near my house I had offered to take to the pool and where we saw Sasha and her sisters earlier: “15 years old and I could get in serious trouble if anyone knew we had done ‘something’ not acceptable”; Sasha shook her head and said “No-one will know, if we do ‘anything’ Anh....and what ‘something’ might we do anyway?” She turned my argument against me, but I ignored it and didn’t answer.
I tried the family argument: “what about your mother, and brothers; you can’t keep anything from a mother, em; it never works, and how would you explain being away from home for an hour or a day? No, em, you need to wait and think about this; please Sasha.” I was begging her now, but she implacably just shook her head every time.
“My brothers want the same; perhaps even my mother does too.” She cocked her head at me as my mind was overpowered with images.... 13 and 14 year old boys, 15 year old girl: and a mother!
Her mother arrived then; an opportune time I might have thought if I had remembered to drink any of my beer and empty the bottle; her mother could have been my ‘get away’ cover as I said ‘bye’ to her daughter.
But, as her mother handed me my change and told me the cost, Sasha reached and refilled my glass with both beer and ice: she had stumped me, for now.
I gave her mother a folded 100 Baht note and thanked her; it was a big tip for doing little, but if I could help in small ways, I tried to do so.
She gave me a Thai wai, hesitated for a moment afterwards and then said “I served your wife and her, ah, friend, Anh; I didn’t tell her you were here, but I need to tell you: she kept pushing the other girl to eat faster, telling her you would probably be out drinking beer and they should go home and have it to themselves....I am sorry, Anh; I just thought you should know; after all: you are my friend, not her.”
She bowed and turned away, then back again; “You could stay with us tonight if you feel you can’t go home – I know what it is like when your wife/husband cheats on you; Sasha could sleep with me and you could have her bed – you would be welcome Anh and I am not asking for anything, only want you to be happy and comfortable; I like you and Sasha really likes you; even my youngest said you were fun at the pool today, so my whole family agrees: you are a nice, fun man, Anh Steve. Let me get you one more beer and you think about it.”
Before she had moved too far – and before Sasha could emit the words her open mouth told me she wanted to say, I pushed another 100 Baht note in her hand and told her to run to her mother and give it to her to pay for one more beer; I gently pushed on her arm and made her go.
When she returned, Sasha proffered the change, but I closed her fist around it and around the extra 1,000 Baht I had folded in my hand and now pressed into her palm, and made her put her hand in her shorts pocket; I forestalled any complaints her mouth told me she was about to make and said “If I can help a little, I do, and I will; if I can’t em, I can’t.”
Sasha looked teary and with no one around closely to see, I reached my hand out and brushed the tears from her eyes, whispering and crooning to her, and smiling. She sniffed and I reached into my pocket and brought out a new, unused tissue; I put it to her nose and said “Blow” and she laughed and turned her head away, grabbing the tissue and still laughing through her sniffles and teary eyes she said “I am not a baby, Anh!”
I laughed with her, relieved the moment had been defused; laughed more when she did indeed blow her nose into the tissue, and she kicked me under the table.
“Will you stay, Anh - please?” It was the question she had wanted to ask as soon as her mother had gone earlier.
I had a dozen excuses I offered her: no toothbrush – she had new ones; I need go to the toilet a lot after beer drinking - everyone sleeps well and our toilet is in our house; she pre-empted my next excuse “If you want a shower, we have one in our house, and new towels”; there were more inane reasons, but I could tell she was going to find a plausible rebuff to them all.
So I capitulated when she answered my next question: “Will you come to your bed tonight, em, when I am in it?” Sasha nodded and said “I am sure I will, Anh; my mother won’t even know I am not there.”
“So you are staying, Anh; I should go and tell my mother and then I will take you home.” It was a matter-of-fact statement, not a final question as she rose, looked at me and said “I am happier than I could believe possible, Anh Steve; thank you” and she bowed low and held her hands to wai to me.
I also bowed my head and returned the wai, traditions mixing with concerns but also with cock stirrings in my shorts. I smoothed my shorts down over my cock and tried to press it down and will it to go soft; then I gave up: Sasha was just too nice, too beautiful: too tempting for my cock to do anything but ignore any reasoning in my brain and jump back up at the other thoughts in my head: should I try and get my cock inside her – a virginal 15y.o.?
I decided to sit and finish my beer slowly; contemplating Life, the Universe and How Much Sex had become available to me in 2 days of deciding Gay was better; now I was close to reverting to heterosexuality – and with an under-age girl no less!
I made a decision, left my beer and went to see Sasha and her mother; Sasha looked distraught as if knowing what I was to say: “Whatever my wife does is of little concern to me; but it is my house, and I shouldn’t hide from it; so, thank you very much, but I should go home now. Sasha, if you want to go to the pool again, I can take you in my car if you want....just let me know. ” I wai’d to her mother, gave a delicate pat to Sasha’s shoulder, and left before I could see the hurt and sadness in her eyes – but I felt them in my heart: was I saving her or destroying her?
I drove home, parked, and went into my courtyard; I knew immediately we had a visitor: the shoes/sandals/thongs outside, where we always took them off before entering a Thai house, had a different pair: the girl who lived opposite I presumed.
I opened the locked door, put in the fridge the milk I had bought at 7-Eleven after saying “Bye” to Sasha and her Mum, put the car keys down; turned on one light and left again.
The noises from upstairs I could hear, but muffled: it was not my business, and I hoped it was fun.
I rode my bike up around the corner for a final bottle of the evening out (at home I always drank more) and found only one of my friend-group still there; that was fine because it was the ‘Professor’ – a University Lecturer really, but his nickname was the former – and he and I could sit in silence easily, only talking if one had something useful/funny/of interest to say.
So I pulled out my mobile and sent Sasha a message: “I know you will be upset, dear Sasha, but please try to understand: I need you to think clearly about being together, not just do “it” because we are pushed into being in the same room. It has to be your Woman’s choice - and yours only. XXX”
I was somewhat bloated so drank slowly, talked very little and was on my bike home perhaps an hour later, tired after a physical and emotional day, feeling ready for a shower and bed, as early as it seemed for my normal time.
A message beeped as I parked the bike, noting the same shoes in the same place, as I unlocked the door; From Sasha: “I talked with my Mum; she told me to come and have sex with you; what time Anh?”
I gasped and sighed – what to do now? Ok, not now, I wanted her to sleep on it – alone; “Text me tomorrow Sasha, tell me again what you want and we will discuss. The girl is still in my house with my wife...tomorrow better to talk.XXX”
I didn’t want to hurt her and, despite her sexuality and the desire I felt, I was unsure I wanted to fuck a woman anymore , or not at this time in my life anyway; guiltily I hoped Sasha would change her mind before I had to disappoint her and say “No.”
A shower later, the pump and my shower noises might have alerted the lovers upstairs, I decided to give them 30 minutes to finish up before I would go to sleep: BBC News was about to begin, so at the end of the weather I would setup my mattress and pillows and prepare to sleep.
I managed to struggle up when I felt myself dozing and went to the bathroom to rinse off; deciding to finish my just-opened bottle of beer and hoping it would then help me sleep quickly; I went back to my sofa-chair, drank and smoked through the rest of the BBC News, brushed my teeth after putting beer and glass away and turned off the lights, my pillows laid out below my mattress for length and I laid down and fell asleep.
It was a beautiful dream, or perhaps multiple dreams, sneaking into my tired mind and body: it might have been a Lover’s long cock in my mouth as last night, or the short thicker cock of another I had had yesterday; no, it was longer than his, in my arse – but it made me moan and subconsciously I knew my own cock was aroused and engorged.
I didn’t normally dream of sex; my mind was generally full of many issues, problems, matters to mull over in my typically restless sleep. But tonight, really fucking tired – or tired of fucking, for now - I seemed to be unconscious, and it was a dream lapping both at my body and my mind’s recesses.
When I woke, to the sound of the shower upstairs accompanied by a muted laughter and talking, lying there for a few minutes, I could taste cum in my mouth; stretching my legs, I could feel cum on the bed under my buttocks and cum in my arse still: obviously that was no dream I had had, but rather a real experience while I was passed out asleep.
So: who had it been?
I was still pondering this when the girl with the magical tongue, the same one she had used on me last night before going upstairs to fuck my wife with it, came downstairs, already showered and quickly dressed it seemed - as her bra and panties were clutched in her hand and her hair was wet and not yet brushed.
She smiled down at my naked form lying there, my cock semi-aroused; “You’re wife is quite the lesbian lover, Khun Steve; perhaps you should try again - or even allow her to fuck you with one of her magic dildos: you might enjoy it.
I shook my head “No thanks, nong; what she and I had years ago cannot be resurrected, no matter in what form.”
She shrugged “I have to go and get ready for school; bye, Khun Steve; be happy.”
Back to the question: Who had it been who came in my mouth and my arse while I slept?
An hour later, showered, cafe drunk, another load of washing put on, I was given my answer.
Ting and Tong came to the gate and asked to come in; Tong started “We came last night, but it was quite late and you were asleep, Khun Steve; Mum said we could come around and ask about the beach, but not to disturb you.”
“Did we disturb you, Khun Steve” Ting asked with a small smile on his delicate lips; “You didn’t seem to wake up....for anything....? And I did tell you before: we wanted to love you, Khun Steve.”
“And you were naked, Khun Steve: what are 2 normal boys to think; what else could we possibly do?”
Ah, the answer: raped in mouth and arse by twin 15y.o. boys – while asleep. Ting’s excuse being he had forewarned me!!
“Am I to assume you two came in here and ah, you, Ting, fucked my mouth; and you, Tong must therefore have fucked my arse: is that how it was I woke up with cum in me everywhere?”
The 2 boys looked at each other and smiled hugely; turned and both nodded to me.
“Did my body feel good to you guys....as I don’t know anything about it.”
“Oh, you were awesome, Khun Steve!” Tong blurted; Ting added “Your mouth and throat took me all, Khun Steve – I couldn’t believe it and it was beautiful!”
“Well, perhaps next time you might like to wake me up first – maybe I could have some fun out of being raped also!” They laughed and promised they would wake me.
I considered my activities for the day, the time, the weather outside; “Let’s say we plan the beach for tomorrow boys; you help your Mum in the house or something today; I will finish my jobs, and we can go early tomorrow to make it a full day ok?”
Clearly they wanted to go now, but it was slightly too late for me: 2 hour drive would get us there right as the hottest part of the afternoon started – when I usually began thinking of staying in the shade and soon driving home.
“I will take you to the pool after lunch if you would like – if your Mum doesn’t need you do anything....hang on, I will ask her.”
I telephoned Ling, their mother; she answered promptly and we exchanged greetings and pleasantries before I asked if the boys had jobs to do at home or could they go to the pool with me after their lunch and after I had finished my own jobs at home; and also if a trip to the beach was ok for early tomorrow – if they helped their Mum today was my condition, I said.
She chuckled; “Send them home and I will find some things for them to do, help them learn nothing comes free in this Life; that was a good condition you suggested, Khun Steve, you are a thoughtful man, thank you.”
We hung up and I told the boys to head home, do what their Mum needed, and I would pick them up later; they ran!
15 seconds later as I was standing over my toilet urinating, my phone rang; it was still in my hand as I had to go very fast, so I answered it “Hello?”
“Are you busy, Khun Steve; have the boys left yet?”
“Yes, and ‘Yes’, nong Lim” and just then I decided to have a little erotic fun; I held the phone down to the toilet bowl as I was pissing loudly and letting it splash in the water; back up to my ear, I said “Sorry, had to go to the toilet very fast nong!”
She laughed “You did that on purpose, I am sure; very funny, Khun Steve! One day I will phone you and let you hear me pissing – I am very loud!”
This was erotic phone fun and no danger to either of us.
“Can I ask, Khun Steve: my boys went to your house last night; I am sorry it was late, but they insisted – but they were away a long time....I hope they didn’t disturb you at all....”
What was she saying really; what was she asking really; what did she know about her boys really?
“Um, it didn’t matter nong Ling; I was asleep, but they were very quiet and no problem at all, I promise.”
“If you were asleep - exactly what were they quiet doing, Khun Steve, for more than an hour....” I had no quick response, no joke came to mind, no lie I wanted to tell....”Well, I think they came in and, ah, gave me a massage, nong Ling; I certainly felt refreshed this morning! “
“Wasn’t your door locked, Khun Steve; if you were asleep?” Oh, this was getting complicated and difficult; “Well, no, it wasn’t locked because my wife had a ‘friend’ upstairs and she would need to go home sometime, so I just left it closed, but not locked; it is ok, nong Ling.”
“Your wife had a friend, a ‘she’ friend – in your house? Don’t you sleep with her?”
“No, not for many years now; please, nong Ling, don’t worry, it truly is ok, I don’t mind and it doesn’t upset me or interfere with my life. What she does is up to her; we just share the same house – the house I bought and renovated and furnished and pay all the bills for....sorry, sometimes it is a bit frustrating, but only for fleeting moments.”
“My sons have just rushed home, gushing about the beach tomorrow, so I had better give them some jobs to keep them occupied. Massage you said; perhaps I should ask them to give me one – do you think so, Khun Steve, or perhaps I should come there and give you another one....”
“I would ask your sons first, nong Ling; you might be surprised – if you like very good massages. Bye for now, Miss Ling; I will pick up the boys later.”
I disconnected and left her with her sons; who knows: perhaps they would be too tired to go to the pool this afternoon or even the beach tomorrow!
I sent Sasha a text, thinking to try and make up for disappointing her:”Taking same 2 boys to the pool – want to go, about 14.00, bit after.”
She quickly replied “3 of us ok?”
“Of course, I meant all 3 of you.”
“Mum says fine; see you then.”
That would be 6 in my car, but it was only 10 minutes: our village into the next village so would be safe enough.
I had something of an ulterior motive; perhaps I could get Sasha’s mind off me and maybe on to one of the boys; as gay as Ting and Tong seemed, Sasha was sexy and beautiful and perhaps they were bisexual still at their young age of development – even if their monster cocks belied their 15 years.
I still hadn’t met any new Lovers who were supposed to be on a list my first gay Lover, my Postman, had indicated might come, but I was ok with that: I seemed to have more than enough on my hands, and body, without wishing for more numbered Lovers of mature years: now I had youngsters to help me feel young.
The washing had finished, so I put it out to dry and swept the downstairs floor; that was really all I had to do, but perhaps I had given Ling some help from the boys doing her household chores, which otherwise she might not have had.
I didn’t feel the need for a sleep today, so I was actually sitting doing nothing but drinking beer at 13.00; I had already put on my costumes and shorts, packed – again - water, fruit and muesli bars for the youngsters, couple of beers for myself, and had opened the windows of the car to let a little heat out.
I texted Ling; “I am ready to go, too early?” Then I forwarded that to Sasha, and sat back to wait.
2 quick answers, same message: “Ready, Khun Steve.”
5 minutes later I was driving around to the boys’ house; they were waiting and I ushered them both into the back seats as I looked at their mother; Ling looked dreamy-eyed and managed to say “You were right, Khun Steve: a massage from my boys was a wonderful tonic; now I need to go to sleep, have a good time.” She tiredly walked inside and when I had seated myself, I asked Tong: “What did you do to your mother, boys?”
They both laughed together as we drove off; “We gave her a massage – she said you suggested it; wow, is she ever horny, Khun Steve!”
I could only imagine it, but decided to be quiet as we headed for Sasha’s;, where she and her brothers were also outside waiting.
I put Sasha in the back with her 14y.o. brother and the 13y.o. in the front with me, leaned over him to stretch and buckle his seat belt; he smiled up at my face, centimetres away, and placed his hand on my arm lightly; I smiled for him and off we went, waving to Sasha’s mum. It was only 40 metres before I turned left, but as I checked the mirror, they had already changed positions: Tong had jumped across to sit beside Sasha, and Ting had the 14y.o. sitting on his lap! I refused to think anything, except to turn into the next village and 5 minutes later we pulled up and piled out at the pool.
5 youngsters to control, but I had to trust they would listen to me; none of them wanted sunscreen, so I just put some on myself; they quickly stripped off their shirts and shorts and my eyes whirred with the sights: 2 boys I already knew sported man-sized cocks – and knew what to do with them; 2 younger boys who had only giggled and looked at me yesterday and last night, but who slept in the same bed...who knows what thoughts they had; and a developing young woman, sexy and beautiful.
They all seemed to be waiting, but I firstly placed on the table some plastic glasses and a large bottle of water and showed them fruit and snacks in the cooler bag; I also opened a beer and took several swallows, enjoying their impatience. I also gave them the rules, which basically equalled: be careful.
I turned my back to them and removed my shorts; turning around, 5 pairs of eyes zeroed in on my groin, and I shooed them all off to the pool very quickly, following leisurely as I watched them slip in.
I also slipped myself down under the water, and found the manageress behind me, thoughtfully throwing the ball in, so I thanked her and threw the ball to Sasha, and she and Tong, then Ting and Len –the 14y.o. joined in and began a game of catching, while I concentrated on the youngest, Ping.
In fact Sasha and her brothers could swim a little, so my watching was more a perverted ogling; Tong and Sasha seemed to be getting along well – so perhaps that part of my plan was working: taking Sasha’s mind away from me. Ting and Len seemed both gentle in nature and they were forming a team to battle the others.
Ping was somewhat left out, so he stroked a swimming crawl and walked over to my side, where we both watched the others play for a few quiet minutes.
Not for long however, as Ping moved closer to my side, skin-tingling close and more as his hand reached for my costumes and burrowed his small hand inside, even pulling my cock out the top of my briefs to fondle it in his small, delicate fingers.
I hadn’t been more than half-erect a few moments ago – how could I be any less than somewhat aroused with all these ‘kids’ with me; but Ping’s tiny hand around me made me swell instantly and he gasped as it grew to more than his hand could wrap around.
“I heard Sasha, Tong and Ting talking about your cock before, so I had to see if they were talking for real” as he rubbed his fingers now around the head of my cock, which he could encircle, and his fingers tingled me as they traced the veins down the sides of my shaft; “It is so beautiful, Anh Steve; I hope mine grows up to be like yours – you feel” and he took my closest hand into his swimming shorts and pushed it on to his 13y.o. dick.
I almost blew in his hand, or in the swimming pool at least, as I felt his circumcised young cock, the absolute smoothness of it, even here in the water; the erection he had was perhaps the maximum he could get, but it was enough for my emotions to become overwhelmed, and I whimpered at the closeness between us: hands on cocks, bodies touching and sharing the electricity of one love for another – and that is what I felt: a gentle love for Ping as we stroked each other.
“It is so small, isn’t it, Anh Steve?”
“Oh, em Ping, it is a most perfect cock; you should be proud of it at your age. Don’t rush to grow up, you are beautiful as you are and your cock is also – certainly, I love it!”
He beamed and I so wanted to lean across and kiss him; he knew it and squeezed my cock and, with a young person’s insight, he said “Can we kiss later, Anh Steve; I would like to....” My heart squeezed, my eyes became teary, and I nodded to him and sobbed “Any time, em.”
He swam away then and I was alone with my thoughts of his young body as his bottom bobbed in the water, but then I was rudely interrupted by a much larger cock coming against my arse; “You want them younger than us, Khun Steve?” It had to be the dominant Tong behind me, his cock hard in his shorts, his length stretched as I knew it could; but then another body pressed against my front – and I had yet to put my cock back in my costumes!
It was Len when my eyes focused, and he gently raised a hand and wiped the tears from my eyes; “Got some water in your eyes, Anh Steve.”
His young body was standing right against me, pushing me back – against the big cock of Tong at my rear; I glanced around and found the other 3, seemingly innocently just floating or walking and talking, but thankfully away on the other side of the pool – ok, no drowning yet!
Tong took over; he pushed my costumes down, pushed himself under the water and came up with his cock lined up with my arse-hole: and in he went. I must have widened my eyes as I gasped and Len took this as a sign to pull my hand into his shorts and force me – yes, he forced me! – to caress and rub his cock; it was such a nice size my hand had no problem taking to its task, and I gave him, perhaps, the best hand job he had ever had in his 14 years, while Tong used his 15cms cock to plough up my insides as he pushed upwards from the floor of the pool, and I could only groan non-stop.
Len soon came and I could see swirly bits of cum floating up to the surface; I put my mouth down and sucked them up without the salt-chlorinated water as much as I could. Len watched me as he writhed within my hand, and each of his young spurts I sucked up into my mouth, chewed almost around my mouth and swallowed.
He groaned and seemed to faint, but he hadn’t as he floated away; happily it seemed. Tong decided he couldn’t really stay here forever, and he bent his knees, thrust hard up into me and now I felt the amount of cum he must have ejaculated into me in my sleep last night: a copious amount – and this from a 15 years old lad!
He too then swam away when he had finished and walked to join the others; I lingered, getting my breath and my wits – and my cock back into my costumes: this was painful, as I had so much wanted to cum, but hadn’t and it didn’t want to be hidden away yet; I stuffed it in, swam to the side of the pool nearest our towels, clambered out, feeling well fucked, and made it to my towel.
“Are you ok, Khun Steve” asked the Manageress behind me; I jumped and stood to face her. “Oh” she said, looking at my groin “I understand – youngsters do that to me also sometimes” and she smiled as she turned away.
I faced the pool, towel held in front of me; “C’mon guys, it is time to head home, out of the pool please.”
I could see Ting and Len in something of an embrace, and Tong and Sasha facing each other closely: heavens, what have I done I thought!
Only Ping headed straight across to me, clambered out and came to my side; “Can I shower with you, Anh?” I called to the others “Be out by the time we have showered, understood?” 4 heads nodded, so I followed the mesmerising buttocks of Ping around the fence and into the Men’s showers/toilets.
We hung our towels on the pegs and Ping pulled his shorts down without any embarrassment, turning to face me as he turned on the water faucet in the 6-showered open area and put his hair and face up to let the water cascade down.
I looked, memorised, every slope, crease, bump and sinuous curve of him as I stared; “Aren’t you showering, Anh?” He shook his eyes clear of water and waited....
I had to tug my costumes over my cock: it was engorged to the point of pain, and Ping’s looked the same – standing up and out, straight and true to its full length. I bobbed my way to the faucet next to his and turned the water on.
“You are beautiful, Anh Steve” Ping said as he stroked my cock, but quickly ignored that and slid his hands around to my buttocks and felt up and down my crease; “Everywhere, you are beautiful, Anh.”
“Not as beautiful as you, my young Ping” and I stroked his cock, cupped his small balls in my palm and rolled them around; he groaned “That feels so wonderful” and his hands played with my arse until his fingers began slipping into my man-cunt, one and then two....as far as he could reach.
“I want to fuck you, Anh Steve; may I?”
Overwhelmed, I needed him to do whatever he wanted, so I laid down on the floor, the water pouring down on us; I got on my hands and knees low, my own erect cock painfully rubbing on the tiles and felt him move behind me; he used his hands and pushed his small cock inside me.
It was easy for him to sink into his depth and he groaned like a lion which has made a conquest.
For me, it was a magical moment, or the start of them, as he began fucking me: a 13y.o. young boy was fucking my old arse and it was draining me of the years and even my skin felt rejuvenated as he pumped into me; his youthful enthusiasm was like that of a dog: pumping so fast it was like a blur of hits inside me.
He couldn’t reach deep within me, but his Youth aroused me like not many others, and I had no complaints as long as he could keep doing this....forever.
Of course, he couldn’t, and just as the others came into the shower, Ping let out a yell of sexual glee and held my hips as he squirted the small amount of cum his balls could make, before collapsing down on my back, panting and kissing me with a salivating mouth.
When he slipped out of my arse, I quickly rolled to grasp his body to mine and kissed his mouth and nose, ears and throat, nipples and chest and down to suck and lightly caress his cock with my lips: I wanted him to feel my love and my pleasure, and I slurped and licked him from groin up and down.
Unfortunately or otherwise, this left my arse in the air, and I quickly found another cock wanting entry to my body; “What my brother gets, I get” an obvious Len said behind me, and his slightly larger cock thrust in.
I didn’t let up on making Ping feel his fucking was so wonderful I wanted to kiss and caress him forever, and could easily accommodate another young cock now, so I raised my buttocks to ease Len’s entry and he began the same piston-like fucking as Ping had done before.
Someone knew my cock was painfully in need of attention and I guessed Ting was the one whose mouth burrowed under my body and grasped my cock, manoeuvring to slide me into his mouth; I lowered my pelvis and abdomen a little as Len pounded me from behind and my chest felt small rounded mounds and nipples against me!
I gasped through my kissing of Ping and Sasha chuckled “You won’t fuck me, Anh Steve, so I will take your juice any way I have to.” Her mouth closed over my shaft and swallowed as much as she could and another mouth was then on my ball sac – there was only Ting left – no, where was Tong was a fleeting question - so clearly Ting was sharing the cock he seemed to like so much, swallowing my balls and helping Sasha, whose mouth I so wanted to fuck!
As much as I could feel the larger size and length of Len stuffing my arse, my happiest time began when Ping’s cock soon recovered and grew under my kisses and caresses until I could gently ease my mouth down over it and, equally gently, suck him; he jumped under me, causing the mouths on my cock to jump and my arse to jump back and impale Len’s cock hard inside: what more glorious heaven could there be than this orgy at the local swimming pool?
I felt a little bereft, as if something had gone; then I noticed, through blurry eyes, Sasha had dropped my cock from her mouth, as had Ting, and her feet were pressing against my side as Ting laid on her and he seemed to be fucking her! My cock was pulsating hard and full and frustrated!
So, I was wrong: trying to get Tong and Sasha together, perhaps I had succeeded in getting Ting mated first.
I felt renewed and as my mouth sucked Ping’s young cock, I began far more enthusiastically to push back against the thrust of Len: he deserved my attention, as I now realised it was my arse which was his primary need: well, he could have it, as could young Ping – whenever they wanted, though perhaps in competition sometimes with Tong and Ting...maybe, maybe not anymore, as this day at the pool seems to have changed everyone.
Ping began moaning, and I eased my sucking until he thrust into my mouth hard; at the same time, Len pushed, and stayed, as far inside as he could; I couldn’t hardly believe it when they both gave me their cum at the exact same moment, and the euphoria raced through me and, I think, through them.
Unbelievably, I began hearing grunts from Ting and loud moans and unintelligible words from Sasha; ‘oh no’ I thought: ‘pregnancy’ but Ting, at that very moment, pulled out of Sasha’s cunt and began ejaculating into the air; both Ping and Len fought to catch it like a game with a ball, but I dived into Sasha’s cunt opening and slurped my tongue for her juices, finding her clit and gently nibbling it, while my mouth sucked the nectar of her body.
I soon stopped, licking my lips and swallowing the sweetness of her; “I got your juice first, em Sasha” I gloated as she laid there panting. I moved away: Ting had fucked her, so it wasn’t exactly correct that I had drunk from her, and I motioned him to go down, but he was exhausted, so Ping and Len cleaned her up very nicely indeed, through 2 more climaxes even!
Ok, the orgy had to finish, so we all showered, naked, open and brazen, but the job got done at least as I urged them to finish – but: “Where is Tong?”
“Oh don’t worry, Anh Steve; he went off to fuck the lady Manager” Sasha said!
‘Good heavens!’ I thought, what have I done with these kids, and I hurriedly dried myself, stuffed my still erect cock in my shorts, and urged the others to “Please, we have to go”.
I ran out to the Reception area, stopped and listened; sure enough, I heard the whine of a female in climax, over the other side of the counter.
I leaned over quietly and saw Tong’s cock sawing in and out of the Boss’s arse, as she laid face down and continuously whelped and groaned and grunted.
I stepped back, just as the other 4 came out talking loudly and excitedly; I tried to motion them to silence, but it was no use and a few moments later, Tong appeared, obviously pulling on his shorts behind the shelving; “I fell asleep waiting for you guys “ he said, “Let’s go home; I want to wash my hair and didn’t bring my shampoo.”
He steered us out, and I walked beside him, behind the others; “Nice smell you have Tong; must be the pool water; did you have a good time?”
He smiled at me “Khun Steve, any time I have an arse to fuck – I am having a good time.” He pinched my buttocks and ran his hand up my crease “Any time” he finished, as we went to the car.
Sasha got in first, in the back, and Pulled Ting on to her lap; on the other side, 2 arse-fuckers were having a contest it seemed: who was bottom and who top. Since Tong seemed really tired (!) he let Len be bottom and Tong sat half on him and half in the middle of the seat.
Ping had already claimed the front passenger seat – and kissed me as I reached for his seat belt; I let him do that as I dragged the belt across his groin, fondling his erect cock on the way, before buckling it. None of the others said a word – perhaps they were busy, but I looked at Ping and mouthed “I love you Ping” and he beamed a smile to light the world at the Truth of my words.
(End of Chapter 1....more in my head....)
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