Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2022 08:00:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Mister, You Like? (Young Friends) (Interracial) A very short one chapter story, I hope you enjoy it. Do donate Nifty in these difficult times as without it we'd be much poorer! https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I shouldn't complain. I really shouldn't. After all the majority of my friends are stuck at home in London for the summer or at best have made it over to France or Spain. All the while I'm here in exotic Sumatra, an island of wonder and beauty in the Indonesian archipelago. That's the spiel anyway. The reality at that moment felt very different. I certainly wasn't feeling wonder or marvelling at beauty once our minivan broke down on a quiet dusty road in the middle of nowhere. I wandered over to the broken down minivan where the driver was looking under it talking to my dad about things like broken axles which made no sense to me. I just wanted us to get back in and head off on the road again. That however looked increasingly unlikely in the short term. I got the distinct suspicion we weren't going anywhere anytime soon. I took a swig of my now warm water from a plastic bottle and went and sat down next to my Mum at the side of the road. She put her arm around me and pulled me close "Sorry about all this Sam, it's just the sort of thing that happens when you're in places like this. We'll be on the move before long.' "Will we make it to Lake Toba by tonight?" I asked. That was what I really needed to know. We were coming from Bukit Lawang which had been great in one respect (seeing Orang Utans, tubing down the river, exploring the jungle) but shit in another one. (Sharing a room with my parents.) At fourteen years old in the throes of puberty the last thing I wanted was the lack of privacy sharing a room gave me. Mum had promised me my own room when we got to Lake Toba which I was very excited about. I hadn't had any time or privacy to wank off in the last three days and to say I was backed up would be an understatement. Just the mere sensation of my pants rubbing against my dick felt like it would be enough for me to shoot my load! So while I wasn't complaining verbally, mentally I was pretty pissed off. I'd wanted to get to Lake Toba asap so I could have a long leisurely wank or three. Being stuck at the side of a dusty road in the heat of the day was not what I wanted. After a while a truck came past and after a conversation with our driver they stopped and had a look at the van. If we'd have just got the public bus to Medan first thing and changed there we'd have been fine but Mum had wanted to do a nature walk this morning. So it was mid morning by the time we left. In theory plenty of time to make it to Parapet to get the ferry over to Tuk Tuk in Samosir Island in the centre of Lake Toba. However as the time started to tick away I briefly had a vision of being stuck here all day and night! The lorry drove off but Dad said they were going to get help. Sure enough some time later a bigger van turned up and they towed us for ten minutes or so to the next village. At least I was able to get a cold drink as I watched the local mechanic bang under the minibus with his hammer. I'm certainly no mechanic but the way he was hitting it didn't fill me with confidence. "Right, we're done!" Dad said after a while. I checked the time and it was 5pm. My admittedly very brief understanding was that ferries ran until dark but then not again until the next morning. That gave us an hour and a half, I had no idea if that was enough time but I had everything I could cross, crossed! Two hours later we sat in the minibus in a very quiet bus station in Parapet. The boats had all gone for the day and wouldn't restart until morning. There wasn't any way of getting there by land this time of day and we were stuck. Mum and Dad were talking to the driver and he'd said something about a lot of places being closed for a festival but I wasn't sure if that was just the usual talk of someone who wanted to take us to a hotel he got commission for! I looked out the window, bored to within an inch of my life and having the sinking feeling that there would be no nice room for me in Lake Toba tonight. "Hey Mister," I heard a voice say and saw a Sumatran boy around my age standing there in a football top and shorts. "Um hello," I said before using my incredibly basic Indonesian to ask how he was. "Ohh you speak like local!" he said before I fessed up and told him I only knew a small bit. "Better than most tourists!" he said with a beaming grin. He then looked around conspiratorially " MIster....you like?" The boy made a wanking gesture as he asked me the question. I blushed slightly and looked to see if my parents were watching but they had the guidebook out and we're looking intently at it. What was the point in lying? I nodded and said "Um yeah I do." He smiled broadly' "Me too mister!" He looked around again in the same conspiratorial way which was a bit ridiculous as clearly nobody had appeared in the previous 30 seconds. "You want to see my kenti?!" he asked, putting his hands into his shorts. Kenti wasn't an Indonesian word I knew but it was obvious what he meant. If we'd been alone, who knows what I'd have said? My sexuality was pretty fluid, I thought I liked girls and boys. Basically I was so horny i'd have probably had sex with anyone my age who asked, whatever sex they were! In reality I'd never even kissed anyone let alone seen their private parts. Yes I'd seen other boys naked in changing rooms but never had I been propositioned like this before! "Um maybe another time," I replied glad that the darkness meant he couldn't see me blushing. I don't know what he'd have said or done next as at that moment my Dad opened the minibus door, "Right, I better go and find us a room. Sam, you stay here with your Mum." "Mister, you need rooms?" The boy shifted his attention to my Dad. "Yes we do but we don't use touts so clear off!" I thought that was very rude of Dad but I guess he was a bit frazzled like the rest of us. It had definitely been a long day and I think we were all tired and hungry. "Tout!? I'm no tout! My uncle owns a nice hotel on the lake, only a few minutes walk from here. Best place in Parapet! He give you special local price!" "No thanks!" Dad said before Mum intervened, "Come on Kev, it sounds fine and we know they have rooms. How bad can it be?" "It'll give me someone my own age to hang out with for a bit," I chipped in to my surprise. Where had that come from? I usually let Mum and Dad deal with all that sort of thing. "Someone my own age to hang out with"? Like we're going to be sitting down together talking about football? In all likelihood it'll be check in, dinner, shower and bed for me. It did seem though that me saying my bit swung it in the end, or maybe Dad just wanted an out without looking like he backed down! "Fine, but if we get eaten by bed bugs it's your fault Sam!" My fault!!? All I'd said was a slightly supportive statement, I hadn't insisted or anything like that. Well bedbugs would certainly add another layer of shitness to this already shitty day so I hoped they weren't going to be an issue. Dad paid the driver and we got our backpacks on, following the boy as he led us out of the bus station onto the dimly lit streets. It was surprisingly quiet but then again I guess if the ferries had gone there wasn't much happening. "What's your name?" Mum asked the boy as we followed him along the road. "My name is Harta, madam, and yours?" he replied. Mum introduced herself, my Dad and me. Harta was a year older than me and in the faint light of the street I could just about tell. As we walked Harta talked excitedly about how nice the hotel was. Dad scoffed audibly at that but ten minutes later when we'd put our bags down in reception he had to admit Harta was right.. Harta clearly did know the owner who looked delighted to see us. "Harta has promised you a local price, he's very naughty really but I can't go back on his word. So local price if you want two rooms." He said before launching into a description of the various rooms and then a negotiation with my Dad over the room rate. Agreement was quick and he led us out of reception to our rooms. The rooms were actually individual bungalows, some of which looked out onto Lake Toba. Harta was right that it was a nice hotel! Dad and Mum got a lakefront one which was clearly more expensive than the one I was led to afterwards which was a bit shabbier and smelt slightly damp. However I was more than happy to have my own room so definitely wouldn't complain! Harta seemed to have disappeared so all my talk of hanging out with him was basically rubbish. In any case I'd barely got my bag down on the floor before Dad was knocking on my door saying it was time for dinner. It was already past 8pm and I was starving. There were a few other guests in the dining room when we entered so even though we ordered quickly, dinner took a while to arrive.. The food was a mix of western and Indonesian options. I had Nasi Goreng which was alright, nothing special but then again my experience of food in Sumatra was that it wasn't exactly gourmet. But it certainly filled me up and when we said good night and went our separate ways I felt nicely full up. My excitement was growing as I got back to my room. My own room! My own bed! I was going to wank to my heart's content but first I wanted to shower off the dust and grime of the day. I could wank in the shower but I wanted to take my time. I showered and was just washing my hair when there was a knock on the door. Mum and Dad had gone to bed so I assumed it was just someone at the wrong door. Or maybe it was Dad wanting something? The knocking became more insistent so I rinsed my hair, wrapped a towel around me and went to answer it, ready to tell whoever it was to go away. Unless it was Mum or Dad where I'd be a bit more polite but hopefully with the same outcome! I opened the door, to my surprise Harta stood there smiling in his football shirt and shorts. He pushed past me into my room. "Um ....what are you doing?!" I asked. I was a polite british boy so why I wanted to really ask "What the fuck are you doing walking into my fucking room when I'm half naked!" I went for a more polite version. He turned to look at me with a broad smile and then pulled his football top off to stand there in just his shorts. "Tonight I stay with you. We have fun together, we do......" he made a wanking gesture with his hand and then made a circle of his thumb and forefinger, pushing his finger from his other hand through it in the universal sign for fucking. "What?!" I said in shock as he then pulled his shorts and pants off so he stood there naked. His dick was dark, long and thin. I guess around four inches soft. It was longer than mine although I did think mine might be a bit thicker. He had a fair bit of hair down there as did I. I just couldn't help but stare at his dick. It was....beautiful, perfectly proportioned and just an amazing sight. He was circumsised which was a shock to me because I'd never actually seen someone without a foreskin before. It did though give his big dick head full prominence with no foreskin to hide it! Harta smiled at me looking almost predatory although that would suggest I was the prey and I was suddenly all in for whatever might occur. "Tonight we sex together. Harta means treasure, this is my treasure and I want to see your treasure!" he said firstly grabbing his dick and balls before pulling my towel off to show my soft dick. He then took me by the hand and led me to my bed. I let him do it. I guess I was in a state of shock that this was happening to me....and a state of overwhelming lust. I was hornier than I'd ever been and my dick was now harder than I ever remembered it being! Any thought of saying no and kicking him out of my room was long gone. My little head was definitely overruling my big one! We sat on the bed next to each other. I was nervous, inexperienced and not sure what to do. Harta took control though. He took my hand and guided it to his now hard dick and then took mine in his hand. He started to wank me as I wanked him before he stopped and climbed on top of me. He started thrusting his dick into mine and we both moaned from the friction and sensations we were feeling. "I like boys, I want to have sex with boys," he said to me as we continued to thrust our bodies together. You don't say Harta! I thought as we both thrust harder until we grunts of release we shot cum over each other. The whole experience had been amazing but Harta clearly wasn't finished. His dick leaked cum as it started to harden again. He then got off the bed and got something from his short pocket. He then came back to the bed and lifted my legs. He rubbed his hand to collect the cum on us before he rubbed it over my hole. He then opened the little bottle in his hand and I could instantly smell the distinct aroma of coconut oil. He applied more of that to my hole and to his hard dick. He then positioned his hard dick right up against my hole. "OK?" he asked, wanting my permission to be inside me. I didn't know if I should let him do it. I'd never done anything like it before. I'd barely met this boy yet here I was about to have sex with him. It was crazy but then again I guess you got to try it to know if you like it or not and my dick was hard enough to suggest I wanted to try it. So I nodded and he smiled broadly before he pushed forward and entered me. I gasped in pain, it definitely hurt at first but Harta was gentle as he pushed in and out of me. In between the pain I started to feel intense pleasure and I knew this was what I wanted. I felt every inch of him inside me, it seemed he almost pulled back the whole way before he pushed all the way deep inside me. If I'd have been in a position to take a step back I'd have wondered what the fuck was going on! Here I was being fucked by a boy I'd just met but I was enjoying every minute. He was handsome and I liked being able to look at him as his face mirrored the enjoyment he was feeling. Then with a deep thrust and a loud grunt he came inside me, filling me up with his cum. The room was quiet as he thrust a few more times before slipping out of me. "Was that your first time?" I asked him, slightly aware that STDs were a thing and we hadn;t been using condoms. "Yes! Never do it before with anyone. Too dangerous with local boys. Only do it with you!" he replied before he kissed me. My first kiss! After I'd already been fucked which was a slightly strange order to do things in! "Now you sex me!" he said breaking the kiss and passing me the coconut oil. He lifted his legs the way he had me do and he helped me get us prepared. Then he guided me so I was right up against his hole and I pushed in. He gasped like I did but also grinned at me to show he enjoyed it. It was a revelation! I was fucking someone! I was losing my virginity! They never told us how hot and tight it was in our sexual education lessons at school. Actually they never really talked about gay sex at all but my god it was amazing! As I continued to thrust in and out I could see Harta was hard again. It made me feel good he was enjoying it hopefully as much as I was! Then I started to feel my orgasm approaching. Starting in my toes for some reason it seemed to spread and I knew I was about to cum. With a loud cry of release my body wracked with an intense orgasm as my dick shot what felt like gallons and gallons of cum into Harta. Wow. That was the most intense feeling of my life. We didn't say that much to each other for the rest of the evening. We let our bodies do our talking for us. Harta rolled me over and fucked me from behind before he then rode my dick to a spectacular orgasm for me. By the time we fell asleep we'd both fucked each other twice. Then we entered each other again in the middle of the night, first me in him then him in me, he had me crying out in ecstasy both times. It was a night to remember, a night not many people experience in their lifetime particularly as just a fourteen year old boy! In the morning I woke and he'd gone. I lay there smiling to myself. What a night! I felt...different. No longer just a boy, maybe more like a man. I'd lost my virginity, I'd fucked and been fucked. All my friends at home would no doubt not get any action for ages yet here I was, inducted into the amazing world of sex. I didn't see Harta at breakfast, it was just Mum and Dad. As I ate my banana pancake Mum smiled at me, "How are you feeling after yesterday darling? I know days like that are rubbish when you're experiencing them but they make the best stories and are things you remember for the rest of your life!" I smirked to myself, if only she knew! "It's fine Mum," I said smiling back. "I have to admit when we were sitting at the side of the road I was far from happy but by this morning I can just put it down to a great experience. I'm sure I'll definitely remember the last 24 hours for the rest of my life!" We finished breakfast, checked out and then we were off on the ferry over to Samosir island. No sign of Harta unfortunately but maybe that was for the best. What would we have said or done? I was fourteen, he was fifteen, there was no future for us at the moment. However I thought about him for the rest of our time in Indonesia. Every time I wanked off I thought about what we'd done together, how much fun it had been, how good it felt to be inside him and him inside me. When I got home I felt different. I was different. My friends even commented on it. I had a slight swagger, a self confidence I didn't have before. Whether it was all due to the experience of seeing a new culture and travelling around it, or due to losing my virginity I wasn't sure but I knew I'd changed. I thought about Harta a lot over the years particularly when I was in bed naked on my own! The memory of that one stolen night we had together was always at the back or even front of mind. So after I'd finished my A-levels and had saved enough money up from my part time job I went back to Sumatra backpacking for a couple of months. As I got off the bus in Parapet my heart leapt as I heard the familiar "Mister, you like?" I turned to see Harta grinning, this time the question being in a much deeper voice than I remember all those years before and making the finger and hole sex action with his hands! I grinned widely at him. "Yes I definitely still do and I think it's time for you to show me your beautiful treasure again!" That however is another story...