Thai Boy Ch. 02

"Yes," he groaned.

"Ask me," I insisted, squeezing his oily cock and balls. One bare foot slipped a little bit further across the carpet. I don't think he could help it. Both legs shook. His buns were trembling like jello.

He licked his lips and drew in a long, heavy breath. "Can I please...be your boyfriend?"

"Again." I squeezed him.

"Can I (UMF) can I please be your boyfriend?"

I made him spread his legs an inch or two wider. We were basically face to face now. His cherry hole was in full view in the mirror. His cheeks clenched and unclenched, no longer because I asked but because he couldn't help it.

"Say them all together, Prasang," I insisted, "Say all three."

His tight stomach swelled. "I want you, you make my cock hard, can I please be your boyfriend?"

"Again.".

He took another deep breath, I watched his buttocks trembling and clenching in the mirror. He was groaning in discomfort. "I want you-RRF, you make my cock hard, can I please be your boyfrien- Mmf."

I stopped his mouth with a kiss, cutting him off at the end. I placed one hand on the bed to steady myself. The other pumped his cock.

"Again," I demanded, breathing harder.

Prasang breathed desperately into me. "I want you, you make my cock hard, can I please be your boyfriend? Oomf." I all but assaulted him this time. I shoved my tongue down his throat, forcing it in deep. I felt a hot stream of his pre-cum run through my fingers.

My other hand reached around and found his cherry hole. I stuck the tip of it inside him. He was hot and spasming. I heard him gasp in discomfort as he clenched around me.

"Tell me again, Prasang," I breathed.

"I...I want you-OOF...you make-UMF you make my cock hard...can I please-ECK...can I please be your boyfriend?" He said his line once more and once more I attacked his mouth with my tongue. I forced out his moans as I pounded his cock faster and worked my finger deeper into his quivering hole.

I did this to him twice more. I had him at full command: His cock, his balls, his hole, his mouth. I was playing his body like an instrument, drawing out moans and gasps as though he were my sex puppet.

I stood up and walked around behind him. I got down on my knees, my face level with his superb, round ass, fully spread and quivering. I planted both oily hands on either cheek and pushed them apart.

His buns were so muscular and clenching so badly I had to almost pry them open.

I looked up, admired his strong back, shining cinnamon brown in the light and beautifully tattooed. His flexing arms were trembling now too along with his legs. "Say it again, Prasang," I commanded him, "I want you to keep repeating it. Make me believe it."

I heard his chest swell again, he recited his line with virtually no hesitation: "I want you, you make my cock hard, can I please be your boyfriend..? I want you, you make my cock hard, can I please be your boyfriend? Ahhh." I buried my face in the heat of his ass, sponging my tongue against his spasming hole.

I reveled in the taste of him. He was deliciously hot as his meaty cheeks pressed in around me. I wanted to smother myself in them.

He kept repeating the line I as I rimmed his hot hole. Each time he was a bit more desperate. Strong as he was, his legs were surely starting to burn. His fleshy buns quaked around me as I feasted on him. I loved hearing his voice reverberating in his body. "I want you...ahh...you make my cock hard...ahhh...can I please be your boyfriend?"

At last I allowed him to have a rest and kneel down. I asked him to lay his stomach on the bed. Now bent over, I had full access to his wonderful, round ass. I massaged it in my hands like rising dough.

"I want you, you make my cock hard, can I please be your boyfriend?" He moaned and panted into the bed covers as I rimmed him. I no longer had to ask him to say it. He sounded less desperate and more like he was enjoying it.

I loved being buried in his ass. It felt fantastic. I felt the muscles of his hole blossom and open beneath my tongue. I did not have to push, for he accepted me into him the way he had accepted me into his mouth.

When at last I finished, I was hot and dripping with sweat from his heat. I wiped myself off and came around to look at him. His head lay in his folded arms. His eyes closed to take in the sensation of what I was doing to him. Any distress I had caused him before seemed mostly gone now and as far as I could tell.

He grinned up at me when I approached. He looked beautiful once again. I leaned in, my face hot and wet from his ass, and I kissed him.

I hoped he would taste himself on my tongue. I wanted him to know the flavor of his own body and enjoy it as I did.

***

"We do make a good couple, though, don't you think, Prasang?"

"Yes...yes we look very good together," he said as convincingly as he could, though behind his smile he looked rather like a deer in the headlights.

We were both standing in front of the plate-glass mirror. I stood behind Prasang, a head taller than he was. I was running my oiled-up hands over his dimpled abs.

A stray finger slid into his deep, oval belly button, making his stomach muscles jump.

I covered every inch of his body in oil, making it shine all the more. His skin looked positively edible.

I wanted the whole of his anatomy awake and at attention for me, from his hard nipples to his erect cock, its attractive round head glistening like a brass knob.

"Will you be a good boyfriend to me?"

He was good at that sweet and reassuring smile I had to admit, even as he burned with embarrassment. "Yes," he whispered.

"And take me out to dinner?"

"Yes, yes I will..."

I put my hands around his waist and guided him forward a bit.

"You look good, don't you, Prasang?"

He swallowed, "yes."

"Tell me...say it."

"I look good."

"Where's that winning smile? You should be proud of how you look."

He looked at himself, forcing a confident smile.

"Now, you told me before that you give a great massage, is that so?"

"Yes," Prasang breathed, still looking at himself, naked and embarrassed in the mirror.

There were two armchairs positioned in either corner of the far left wall.

I seized him by his erect cock, felt his heart pounding in it as I squeezed, and led him to one of the chairs. "Let's see what you can do."

I sat down. "Now, we're going to massage each other. I want you to massage my shoulders and my arms for me. I am going to keep working at this incredible Thai cock of yours, understand?"

He leaned over me, I admired his magnificent chest. His powerful hands gripped my shoulders and sank into them. His strength penetrated down into my muscles.

A sigh both of pleasure and discomfort escaped my lips. It felt good and painful at the same time, not so different from what I had been putting him through for the past few hours, I figured.

I patted the chair on either side of me. "Knees up here, please, Prasang."

There was only a little bit of space, but he did his best. He put one knee to one side of my lap, then did the same with the other.

Now he was spread again, balancing on the chair and towering above me. His limbs began to quiver again from the stretching he'd given them earlier. His hard, oily tool was again in my face. I could see his heartbeat within it like a ticking clock.

He massaged my shoulders, a bit lighter this time. I stroked him, moving his foreskin back and forth, back and forth over the head.

I squeezed it until it turned a deeper shade of purple and was running with clear, sticky liquid.

I looked up at him, covering me with this beautiful body. I took a deep breath and throated him once more. His cock had thickened and gained in size from all the attention I'd given it.

I took it all the way in until I felt his spongy, delicious cockhead at the back of my throat. His blood was hot rushing through it.

One hand still clasped tightly around his balls, I reached around back and found his anus with my oily finger.

I fucked him with it, sliding it back and forth, going in deeper and deeper until I felt myself pressing against his prostate. I knew a fit, healthy young man's body was no match for knowing hands. It wouldn't be long now.

I gagged and nearly retched, but it felt amazing being one with him. His cock down my throat, my finger up his ass. And all the while he was moaning. At last he crescendoed. "Ah...ahh...ahhhh!"

I felt his balls roll upward in my grasp, felt his hole buck and clench against my finger as his cockhead swelled up and burst in the back of my mouth.

He gushed load upon load of baby batter into my throat. A hot, creamy soup.

His body gave one last spasm as he thrust forward and ejaculated the final bit into me. He climbed down off the chair and onto the floor with a last big heave. His limbs looked rubbery and spent.

I joined him momentarily. I had swallowed down most of his jizz, but I believed in sharing.

I turned his head toward me and forced his pretty, pink mouth into yet another violating kiss. I pushed my tongue, still covered in his semen, into his throat.

He sucked at it, but then I saw the look of revulsion on his face. He attempted to pull away from my cum-filled mouth. "Uh," he said, "Uck."

I chuckled, "Don't like the taste of your own juice, Prasang?" He grimaced at the very suggestion.

I reached down to his wet, slick cock and probed into the slit with my finger. I pushed it into his mouth before he had time to protest. "UMF!" "Don't worry," I said, "You will."

***

Once we were finished, Prasang went into the bathroom to take a shower. He closed the door after him, no doubt assuming I would give him some privacy.

But I simply could not get my fill of his gorgeous young body, so I followed him in to watch.

The bathroom was designed like the shower in a locker room, but with only one shower head. Asian bathrooms don't usually have bathtubs or any kind of barrier for water, so there was nothing between us, not even a shower curtain.

My eyes roved his naked body, feeling a kind of ownership of it now. I wanted to enjoy every last bit of him I could. Wanted to burn the incredible image of his nudity into my mind.

I watched the hot water stream over his shoulders, his back and his defined brown buttocks.

The Buddha tattoo regarded me as calmly as ever, but Prasang did not look quite so calm. He took a few embarrassed glances back at me as he washed himself. I smiled innocently.

"We need to get all that oil off you, don't we?" I said approaching him. I noticed a bar of soap in a plastic wrapper by the shower.

I reached for it, but Prasang shook his head. "We aren't allowed to use that."

I thought for a minute. "I guess I'd better help you get it off myself, then, shouldn't I?" I stood behind him, as fully clothed as he was naked, and began rubbing his wet back, feeling the resistance of the oil on his skin.

A warm current of pleasure engulfed my cock almost immediately. "It feels even more amazing wet," I said. My hands moved over his sensual curves more freely than ever. "You do the front and I'll do the back, how about that?"

Prasang was quiet as he stiffly caressed his chest and stomach. Having blown his wad, he surely was not in any kind of mood for sexual attention any longer and eager to get dressed and go home. I wasn't finished with him just yet, though. I was determined to get my money's worth.

I made my way down his back with my hands and mouth, rubbing and kissing, sponging off the oil with my tongue, until I was again on my knees behind him.

The tile floor was hard and I felt the warm water seeping through my jeans. I pushed his legs apart, then dug my thumbs in between his buns.

There again was the perfect pink coil of his hole. A hot stream of water ran into it, making it clench and retreat.

I leaned in to taste him one more time. I loved the flavor of him: his mouth, his hole, his cock, his cum. I wanted to give his body a proper and intimate goodbye before we parted.

I squeezed his buns hard, making them flex around me. I licked greedily between them as the hot water poured down my face and over the delicate flesh of his anus. I enjoyed the heat of his body and the water at once. I drank it down in gulps.

I positioned my hands on his dimpled thighs and turned him around. His cock was flaccid now, but still thick and swollen from action.

I ingested it once more even as he made a small sound of protest. He had cum very hard and his cock likely needed a bit of time to recover. But that didn't concern me much at the moment. I couldn't help myself, he was as irresistibly suckable as ever.

After I had my fill, I turned the knob on the shower, shutting it off. I grabbed a towel from the overhead rack and dried him.

First the front, from his chest to his semi-erect cock to his legs, then his back and his ass.

When we finished, I led him out into the bedroom, insisting on dressing him, as well. Obediently, he raised his arms so I could pull the shirt down over him. Then I held out his jeans for him to step into.

"Wait..." he said looking around, "My..." I picked up the white speedo with the red band he had been wearing earlier that night.

"I'll just keep this for you for now, okay? A little gift from you to me." I stuffed it into the pocket of my jeans. I saw a flash in his eyes, he was about to object, but then swallowed it down, thinking better of it.

I pulled his tight, stone-washed jeans up around his legs and thighs. I stuffed his big, soft manhood in the front and zipped him up.

As he put on his shoes and socks I drew out my wallet. It had been an amazing evening for me. Prasang was willing to be my sex toy and allowed himself to be commanded just as I had wished.

I rewarded him with three thousand Thai baht, double the agreed-upon price. His eyes lit up when he saw the money. "You did a great job, my friend," I said, "I hope it wasn't too much for you."

He took the cash, then enthusiastically put his hands together and bowed. "Thank you, sir."

"You earned it," I said, "Take one of your lady friends out and buy her something nice."

***

We exited the hotel together. It was past midnight, but the highway was still buzzing with cars. The Bangkok air was warm and refreshing, even though the front of my clothes were wet from bathing Prasang.

He seemed to be in high spirits after getting paid. His black eyes shone and he beamed as he pointed out the best place for me to get a taxi.

"Do you know the address of your hotel?" he asked me, "I can tell the taxi driver for you if you like."

"Prasang," I said, beckoning. He stepped closer to me. I held up another thousand Thai baht. He looked at it, eyes full of amazement.

"Did you mean what you said about wanting to be my boyfriend?" He looked at the money, then at me and nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, of course, I want to be your boyfriend."

"Will you be my boyfriend tomorrow? Will you take me out on a date, show me around the city? Treat me the way a good boyfriend is supposed to?"

He seemed unsure for a minute, then nodded.

"I will, of course, make it worth your while," I added. "I need a boyfriend for the rest of my time here in Thailand. I have another three weeks."

Prasang's eyes were wide as he thought about this. He surely was considered what this would entail. What it would mean to allow me full access to his body for the next three weeks whenever I wanted it. He swallowed hard and at last nodded, "Yes, yes I think I could, sir, I will do my best."

"Then say it," I said, "Say it one more time and make me believe it."

He raised his arms yet again, making his biceps go taut. His bare navel was exposed.

He said it slowly, passionately, looking me directly in the eye. "I want you...you make my cock hard...may I please, PLEASE be your boyfriend?"

I unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick naked cock. Anyone speeding by on the highway would have had a great view of it. Why not share a work of art like that with the world?

I squeezed it one last time as I kissed him, pressing the paper money against it.

His tongue struggled against mine. A few cars on the highway honked. We were putting on a bit of a show.

When I pulled out, I drew out a pen from my pocket. I asked him to hold out his hand so I could write the number of my cell phone on his palm.

"If the answer is yes, call me tomorrow, understand?"

He nodded, his cock still hanging out and exposed in the night air. "Yes, tomorrow...see you tomorrow."

"I hope so," I said. I gave his ass an appreciative squeeze and left him there, the silky fabric of his briefs stuffed into my pocket.