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Simon
by John - bokjay123@hotmail.com

Chapter 19

It felt like he had never been to sleep when Chai was shaking him once more.

"Simon wake up we have to go to work now, our shift starts at six"

He opened his eyes to find it was just getting light. He struggled to get 
dressed, conscious that they were all waiting for him.

"It was a good night, hope we can meet again next week" Chai was saying.

"Yes we can, maybe the last time before I leave"

"We will miss you, we all like you a lot" he said sounding he meant it.

"And I will miss here, and all of you" he replied.

Yes he would miss the place and knew within six months he would be looking 
back wondering if the whole trip had been a dream. There would be nothing 
like this in England, he just couldn't allow himself.

They all said farewell and he trudged off back to Som's place. He was 
praying he had not locked the door and also that he would not want him, at 
least till he had a few more hours sleep. His body was fighting him, his 
knees, thighs, hips, they all ached like mad. His back was giving him some 
stick too, it felt as stiff as a board and he found himself walking cagily 
back to the room. His arse, well he dreaded to think of that part.

Luckily the door was open and he did not disturb Som as he eased into bed. 
Minutes later he was hard asleep trying to catch up from last night.

It was 10 o' clock when Som woke him. "I'm late again, just suck it for now. 
I'll see you for lunch?"

On auto-pilot without opening his eyes, he grunted a yes as he found Som's 
fat cock and sucked the life out of it. He was asleep again before Som had 
left the room.

It was lunch time when he rose, starving too. But first he had an extra long 
shower as he had a need to wash away more than body sweat. Instead of going 
round to Som's for lunch, he went in search of a travel agent to sort out 
his flight home. It was hard making a decision; a part of him did not want 
to commit to a particular flight and time. But he did and deep down he knew 
this is what he had to do.

Just as they were eating there was a short thunderstorm. In came a few 
tourists to wait out the rain and Som found himself busy once more. When the 
rain stopped out came the sun. Simon knew if he hung around Som would fuck 
him, and at least today he didn't want that to happen. If he was going back 
to England he would have to top up his tan, and perhaps if he went for a 
swim it would dispel some of the lingering body aches he still had. He 
borrowed a mat from Som and walked down the beach away from all the bars and 
where the few tourists used.

Even though it was now sunny, out to sea he could see jet black clouds and 
guessed that they were in for more rain later in the afternoon. Some way 
from Som's bar he found he had this part of the beach all to himself. He had 
no trunks, so he decided to go swimming in his briefs; he could walk back in 
only his dry shorts.

The swimming was brilliant and he kicked himself for not doing this before. 
Now he really felt like he had been vegetating, sleeping too much and 
drinking too much when he should at least have been going for a swim every 
day.

Exhausted he came out of the water and flopped down on the mat. An hour or 
so would make him feel great. The physical exertion and heat made him sleepy 
and he began to drop off. His solitude was disturbed by a voice he faintly 
recognised.

"You buy hat, you buy sunglasses, you want football?"

He turned as saw the familiar face of one of the beach hawkers.

"Ah, you friend of Somphong. He my friend, so you are my friend. I not sell 
you anything"

It was a young guy who had irritated him many times when he first arrived, 
trying to waylay him on the way to Soms. That was before he realised that he 
was a friend of Som and not a tourist. He often came in wanting to change a 
large note that some tourist had given to buy some cheap item.

Simon smiled, he was only dong his job and given the paucity of tourists, 
must be as hard up as Som was. He looked down the beach; there was hardly a 
soul to be seen. Poor guy, he thought.

"Nobody buy today?" he asked.

The youth shook his head in dismay. "No sale today, no sale yesterday. Maybe 
next week we have business"

He was only around eighteen he guessed and was burnt very dark with being on 
the beach each day. His only garment was cut off jeans with many holes in 
them. But it wasn't a fashion statement these were worn through. Many places 
showed gleaming white underwear peeping through the fabric.

He lowered his collection of goods to the sand and sat down wearily.

"I give you massage?" he offered.

"No thanks" refused Simon. He wouldn't have minded one but for some reason 
declined.

"Friend of Som no pay. Som my friend" he repeated.

Simon accepted and lay face down on his mat. He could hear the youth open a 
bottle and then felt the cool lotion being rubbed into his skin. Ah! 
Wonderful he thought. A swim, sunbathe and then finish with a massage. 
Perfect!

With his contortions of last night he was more than ready for a massage 
really. The youth was good and spent a long time on each part. With no 
prospect of sales elsewhere he was giving him a proper going over.

The more he did the more Simon loved the idea.

"I will pack you with my luggage and take you to England" he said out loud.

"Me no understand" said the youth.

"What is your name?"

"My friends call my Chop, what's yours?"

"I am Simon"

"Ah yes, I hear you name before. You live with Som."

"Yes"

He gave some more "ah's" and resumed his manipulations.

Very slowly he worked down his body. When he got to his underwear, he peeled 
down the wet material some way.

"No problem? He asked.

"No problem for me" he answered. When he came out of the sea he realised the 
white cotton was see-through when wet, so there was little point in being 
modest now.

He fingers found the aching muscles in his arse as if he knew they would be 
hurting. He pushed and stretched them, digging into the flesh with his 
thumbs at exactly the right spot.  Simon was forced to give a few groans of 
pleasure as he worked away.

When finished, he pulled back the material and moved to the top of his legs. 
As he worked the insides of his thighs, his fingers brushed over his balls. 
To get at the places not exposed when he pulled down the material, he 
slipped his fingers under the elastic and worked up missing nothing.

"You like Chop massage" he asked after a long period of silence.

Simon turned his head around and smiled.

"You are the best massager I have ever had. Fantastic!"

Chop smiled wildly and went back to it with renewed enthusiasm.

Strangely it was not until he got down to his calves that Simon got a hard 
on. Not that massaging his lower legs was sexy or anything, in fact he 
didn't know where it came from.

Chop's massage of his feet was pure ecstasy.

"Foot massage is Chinese medicine" offered Chop.

Simon had heard something about this before.

Having finished his feet, he ordered Simon to lie on his back. Continuing 
with his feet, he began the slow progress back up his body.

At the top of his legs, his fingers went under the fabric so that he went 
from legs to hips without missing anything. Again he went to the very top of 
his legs, brushed against his balls. Simon noted that there was no change to 
his rhythm at all.

"I push here, good for you stomach" he said. "Wait, I move your cock out of 
the way"

Before he had time to react, his hand pulled the brief away from his body 
and he pulled his cock to point straight up his chest. Then he put his 
weight on his thumbs, pressing into his groin at each side of his cock.

"Sometimes hurt, but good for you" assured Chop.

Only when he was pressing his weight into his groin did Simon realise that 
he had touched his cock. Immediately it sprang to life, which did not go 
unnoticed.

When he had finished the groin manoeuvre, he put his hand over his cock and 
rattled it side to side.

"You big cock, Thai not big like you" he laughed.

"I know" said Simon.

"Me no have big cock" continued Chop. "Too small" he laughed. "I want big 
like you"

He reached and gave it a shake once more, making it stiffen up fully. He 
could feel the fresh air on the head as it poked out the top of his briefs.

All the time he kept his hand busy, now on his sides and then pulling into 
his stomach. Now and again he would laugh to himself and squeeze his cock.

"Very big, oooeeee!!!" he laughed.

When he moved up his chest he felt the pressure reduce on his cock. He 
opened his eyes to watch the youth work.  He noticed his pants, cut off 
jeans rather than shorts. In his position the leg was open enough for him to 
see up. His white briefs were stretched tight over his balls. He might not 
think he was big but from here his underwear had its job cut out to contain 
at least part of his equipment.

Chop took his arm and laid it along his leg as he began massaging from his 
shoulder. Simon could feel his skin begin to prickle. His hand was just a 
fraction from the youth's crotch. He began to feel hot.

He watched Chop's face as he poked his fingers into his crotch.

"You not big? How long is not big?" he asked, his throat cracking and dry.

"You want see?" he asked brightly, not in the least bothered.

Simon nodded. Chop gave a quick look up and down the beach.

"Wait" he said, and turned to his collection of goods.

Out came a beach umbrella, which he pitched to cover them.

He knelt once again next to Simon and opened his jeans and pushed them down 
his upper legs. Then he pulled down his briefs and pulled out his soft cock.

It was not very big, but it was soft.

Simon looked, his throat parched.

"How big when hard?" he croaked.

"I don't know" he answered, trying to rub it up and down. It didn't respond.

Simon reached and Chop let his hands fall away. Slowly it began to fill out 
a little under his touch.

"Not big like you. Your cock very good" said Chop.

"I want to see it big, can you make it stand up?"

Chop took it back and worked his hand over it. It grew a little more.

"You want me to help you?" asked Simon.

"Yes" he snapped "I like you help me" he let go waiting for Simon.

He looked around the beach once more, then leant forward into Chop's lap, 
letting the cock slip into his mouth. Chop gasped, what ever help he was 
expecting it didn't appear to be this.

Simon pulled off "You like?"

"Yes, yes, I like" he replied, trying to get it back into his mouth as 
quickly as possible.

Now it stood up, a nice five or six inches of smooth hard flesh.

Simon could feel it jumping around strongly as he worked his tongue over the 
head. Chop edged closer, pushing his groin firmly against his face.

"I cum" he said hoarsely, bucking his hips.

Simon was filled with what he wanted, and drank it all down. Once finished, 
Chop pushed him off and fell backwards onto his haunches staring at Simon.

"I like very much, you very good. But your cock too big for me to do that" 
he said as if Simon was going to demand something in return.

He laid his fears to rest. "You give me good massage, I massage your cock in 
return. No problem?"

Chop beamed at the deal.

"I know Som's room, you want me come there and give you massage?" he 
offered.

"I would love that, but I'm leaving soon, next week actually."

"No problem, I come to see you every day if you like."

"No charge?" asked Simon to be sure.

Chop laughed, "No charge for massage, you charge for suck my cock?"

His sudden use of more than basic English words surprised him.

He laughed, "No charge you, no charge me!"

Chop stuck out his hand to shake on it.

"You want cock massage?" he offered.

"No charge?"

He laughed, upending the lotion bottle into his hands and pulling down his 
briefs. "No charge, you suck very good"

He gave Simon one amazing wank. It made him wonder where he had obtained his 
experience. He knew exactly where to hold, what pressure to use and when to 
go quickly and when to slow down. When he came, it was quite a large amount.

"You made me cum a lot" he complemented.

"Chop give good massage" he laughed.

As they walked back down the beach he realised that the sun had long gone 
and it had clouded right over. Simon was only in the bar a few minutes 
before a rattle of thunder heralded the onset of another bout of heavy rain.


Part 20 soon

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