Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 03:08:09 PDT From: andy macdonald Subject: two-minds-single-thought-2 TWO MINDS WITH BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT. by Andy Macdonald. Did you read the first part of this story? Did you hope for more? Well here it is - and there may be yet more to come . . . You can write and encourage me to write the third episode at: andymacdon@hotmail.com CHAPTER III. Hey Great. Here he is. Looking desperately worried but oh so cute. He's dressed in a short leather jacket, over a white shirt and a pair of tight well-worn blue jeans. He is my sexual fantasy become real. "Jump in young Michito," I say holding the door open for him. He clambers in placing his back-pack carefully on the rear seat. He sits in silence as I start up and pull into the Warwick Road traffic flow. I glance sideways at him and see that he is very flustered and trembling, in fact in quite desperate state. "What's the matter my fine friend?" "Ahhh . . . I think I miss you. I not sure of Earls Court station, Warwick Road station, Wembley entrance. I got frightened that I miss you." he gasps. "Poor old lad," I say patting him on the leg. I negotiate the turn into Cromwell Road and for a while the driving occupies my attention, meanwhile Michito sits still and silent. I drive on, turning off at the Hogarth roundabout and making my way towards the start of the M3. My passenger remains silent and I wonder what his problem is. Soon we're on the motorway and I speed up to 70mph, plus a bit and I sense that my new crew member is at last starting to relax a bit. He wriggles in his seat. "You have beautiful car" he whispers. He is looking all round at the car and at me and peers at the speedometer. I am so happy. I am in this beautiful sports car, my new friend drives so well an we are speeding along. Out of London. Into the country. Towards a yacht and I can only hope towards something I long for so much with this hunky young god. Suddenly my three days of loneliness have turned into a great adventure. I begin to lose the terror of the morning and look forward to excitements that may come. We drive down the M3 and onto the M27 and finally through Fareham and into Gosport where I park the car in the marina car park. We get out and I walk off to find a trolley for our gear and the food. We walk across the road and onto the pontoons. By now Michito is trotting along beside me, his eyes wide with excitement, peering in every direction at the boats, at the museum submarine up on its concrete stilts. I glance at him and catch his mood of joy, he seems like a young puppy that has suddenly been released and has gained its freedom. However he is still very silent. We arrive at the boat and I unlock the hatch and dive down below. Without my saying anything Michito has started to unload the trolley and pile the gear up on deck. Then I see him disappear off down the pontoon with it. Presumably taking it back to the entrance. Good lad, I think. He arrives back on board and sits down quietly in the saloon. "Have a good look around," I say, "go wherever you want, open the lockers, just make yourself at home." He looks at me with his wonderful almond-shaped eyes and I notice that they are filled with happiness. Now he sets off on a tour of inspection of the boat. From the chart table I watch his perfectly shaped small body in its trim white shirt and form- hugging jeans and hope. Hope that my hunch is correct and that he's gay, worried that he has shown little sign of being so. Hoping that he might find me as desirable as surely I find him. I look around this fantastic yacht. It is so well fitted out with every convenience you could want. It was so very good to be on board a boat again. How I had missed the sailing trips that I'd done with my family and friends for as long as I could remember. I come back into the saloon and sit down, looking at Andy. So calm, strong, manly and I hope. Hope that my feelings are right and that he's gay, worried that he has shown little sign of being so, although several times I have noticed him looking at me - I think in a certain way? I hope against hope. "What do you think of her then?" Andy asks. "Her? Who? Where is she?" Surely not a woman. My worst fears. "The boat, what do you think of the boat, Michito?" "Ahh - so, the boat. The boat is wonderful, amazing, it has everything. I like it so much." "OK then. Let's get this gear stowed, I said "These bottles go in the bilges under the floorboards in the aft cabin. You go on in there and I'll pass them down to you." He goes on ahead of me and bends over to lift the floorboard; it's stuck and he tussles with it and as he does so I gaze directly at his pert little rump straining the seat of his tight blue jeans. What a position and how I long to get inside those jeans and explore their sexy contents. "Here, let me have a go," I say, "you hop up onto the bunk and I'll see if I can shift it. He hops and I bend down to try to lever up the boards. Our faces end up inches apart. I can smell Michito's seductive body smell, it is too much for me. Casting caution to the winds I lean forward and kiss his soft cheek. What will happen? Shock? Disgust? Flight? No, just a soft sigh, a quick wriggle and then, like a young frightened animal Michito's face is buried into my neck, his arms wrapped round my shoulders, clinging hold and his body is wracked with heart-rending sobs. He is shaking and trembling all over. "Hey, hey, hey, what's up?" I whisper into his ear. "Andy, oh Andy, I so hoped you want me. Since I arrive in London I have no friend. I am lonely. I miss my home and my family. My friends and my life. I see you, amazing strong man, so full of confidence and life. We go in sports car now we are in fantastic boat, the boat make me think of my Mother, my Father, all my family and . . . and . . and now I think maybe you like me in a special way." With that he gazes deep into my eyes with a look of desperate longing. By way of a reply I ease his face away from my neck and place my lips softly on his. I kiss his mouth, feeling his soft moist lips. It is a lingering gentle kiss and I feel Michito press his body urgently against mine. "You poor lonely little guy," I whisper into his ear, "but maybe now your loneliness is over." Michito continues to cling to me for a while, still trembling, then in a muffled voice: "Since I first saw you in the restaurant I longed that I could be your friend. You are strong, I like to look at you so much. I dreamt about you. Then you ask me to meet you and so nearly it goes wrong. I am afraid you drive there and I am lost, not there. You just drive away again and say Arsehole! I think that I lose our friendship before it can begin." I rock him gently in my arms and slowly his trembling gets less. I want him, want him so badly and my want manifests itself between my legs. But I sense that now is not the time. This courtship should be subtle and gentle. "Hey my special friend, let's get this boat ready for sea." I say. Michito disentangles his clinging body from mine and gives me a huge, excited grin. "Yessir, Captain." He stands to attention and salutes and from a quick glance between his legs I can't help noticing that other parts of his body are also at attention. "I think we are only going to work on your boat," he says. "Nope, I've watched you since we got here. I can see that you know a bit about sailing boats. I'm sure that we can manage with just the two of us. Let's get the gear stowed and get ready to sail." We both turn to, stow all our gear and the food that I brought down and then go up on deck and stow the sail cover and bend on the working jib. Without my saying anything Michito nips ashore and rigs the head and stern lines as slips. I'm very impressed, this young man is an accomplished sailor. All the time he is working I am admiring his lithe, trim body. We are alone in my boat, he has shown more than a little interest in me . . . . . . "OK my friend. Let's go. I'll look after the stern line if you'll stand by the headline". I ease the gear lever into ahead and then astern to test the engine and then: "Right, Michito, Let Go For'ard!" He slips the headline and I motor out of the berth into the harbour. I take the small boat channel and in no time we are out into the Solent. To my delight and with out my saying anything, I see Michito bend on and check the halliards. I reach into the cockpit locker and find the jib sheets which I dump onto the deck. He picks them up and confidently lays them out along the deck. "Well done. That's great. I'll just come up head to wind and we'll set the Main." Up goes the sail without any fuss and, again, I admire the sight of my new-found friend's muscular young body as he works steadily around the deck. I can hardly tear my eyes away from his taut, jean-clad bum, the tight seam that ran up and down his crack, emphasised by the form- hugging jeans. Now I adore mens' bottoms and my palms long to cup those muscular buns. To rub and feel the warmth and sense the raw male power. There are a great many things that I long to do to that cheeky looking bum. My cock jerks in my underwear as I observe this sexy guy stretch up to shackle on the halliard, his T-shirt riding up to expose the honey- coloured skin around his waist and the waistband of his briefs. Now he is bending over to tighten the rope and I can make out the outline of his briefs through the thin cotton material of his jeans. Oh My - is he sexy or what? Now I am truly happy. I am working around a yacht again and Andy does not have to tell me what to do. He just expects that I will know how to get this beautiful yacht ready for sea. I want to impress him without showing off. I love this Andy so much, not just because he is a big, strong, sexy man but because he is gentle and loving in his mind. As I work on deck I glance at my big, hunky friend. He looks so wonderful, so manly. I was afraid just now that he would have crude rough sex with me. I did not want sex then. I was still frightened that I had missed this wonderful opportunity to make a friend - a friend with so much to offer. I think he sensed this because I could feel that he was aroused. That he had strong sexual urge. Me too but I was not ready then for more. Now we are sailing and I am so happy. Now I become more and more in need. I would like to explore Andy's body, to bring pleasure to him and therefore also to me. It is a glorious afternoon and the boat slips gently along taking advantage of a fair wind and tide. In no time we are out between the forts and standing on for Langstone Harbour. A friend of mine has a mooring there which he's not using at the moment and I know that he won't mind if I pick it up for the night. I brief Michito on what we are going to do and give him the helm for a bit while I hand the sails and get the foredeck ready to pick up the buoy. In no time we are secured and the deck is all snugged down for the night. "Right ho, Michito, let's get the dinghy pumped up." I say and he helps me to drag it out of its locker, connect up the pump and inflate it. In no time we are ready to launch it and the we jump in and row ashore to a really good pub which serves real ale and great food. We eat and drink our fill and Michito tells me some of his sailing experiences with his family in Japanese waters. After listening to him, I am no longer surprised that he is so handy around the boat. At closing time, comfortably full of good food and good ale, we row gently back to the yacht. It is a magic night, warm and still and we glide back across the mirror-like surface of the water which is bathed in strong, silvery moonlight. I watch Michito's face, filled with contentment and happiness. We arrive safely back on board and together we haul the dinghy up on deck for the night before going below into the snugness of the saloon. Now I am really yearning to have this sexy looking young man. Oh what an evening. It is so good to have a friend again. A wonderful, kind friend who now I start to love very much. He likes to hear about my sailing at home and he tells me a little of his life. We eat very good English food and I like the beer although I think it is quite strong. Soon I feel a little bit drunk. Only a little, it is nice feeling. But I take care because to be drunk on a boat is not safe. The journey back to the yacht is so peaceful and beautiful. My heart is full of happiness and excitement. Now I very much want pleasure with my gentle giant. I stand by the galley and I gaze at Michito. My longing for him increases and I think to myself that because of his size this young man looks not much more than a boy. A really slender figure, scarcely any hips at all but with a cute, muscley bottom that I'd admired all day, covered by the thin blue denim of his tight jeans. I'm getting very randy now and I wonder whether my horniness will be reciprocated? "Coffee, Michito?" I ask him. He nods and I fill the kettle, light the gas and then go over to the table and sit down on one of the bunk-seats. "It won't keep you awake all night will it?" I enquire. "I hope so," he answers with a wicked grin. And then as I sit there I feel him bump into my legs, those provocative buttocks pressing against my knees. He doesn't back off and I open my legs so that he can slide between them. From the back he looks young, his soft hair forms a V down the back of his neck. As he nestles in the cleft, he looks round at me and smiles. A shock of soft hair which looks black as night, fresh complexion, young, a smiling mouth. "Do you want a drink?" I ask, "a glass of rum maybe. All sailors like rum" "I never try rum," he answers. "Then it's high time a sexy saucy sailor-boy like you tried," I grinned at him. I twist round, open a locker and grab two glasses and the bottle of Pusser's Rum. I pour two good tots and hand one to Michito. "Cheers, my new- found friend." Michito takes a swig of his rum and immediately splutters. "Is very strong," he gasps." "Good for you," I say, "Rum. Great stuff. Nelson's blood. Do you know what some people reckon are the three most important things in the Navy? Rum, The Lash and Sodomy. Or other people say it's Rum, Bum and Baccy. Michito giggles. "We have Rum now. I do not know what is the Lash or what is Baccy so maybe we do not need them. So what is missing?" My sailor sips his rum, his buttocks are still cupped in the space between my legs. I find myself rising to the occasion. Michito pushes backwards so that our bodies press together, Michito's back against my chest, rubbing his buttocks against my growing erection. This time I know that the trembling is not fear, not relief from worry but raw sexual excitement. I put my arms around his hips and as I palm in his groin, I feel the hot outline of an answering hardon. My fingers trace the rigid contour. Michito puts his drink down on the table. His hands find mine and moves them so that they are at the waist band of his jeans. This enables me to loosen his belt so that I can slip my fingers down inside them. I feel hot skin and he is now so close that I can smell the warm male body smell of him. He sucks in his stomach and, diving down, I feel the elastic of his briefs, I slip under the tight waistband, down over the warm flat silkiness of his stomach, I feel the furry fuzz of pubic hair. Finally my probing fingers feel the hard shaft with its soft outer skin and I detect a warm droplet of excitement exuding from the lips of his foreskin. My hand grasps the cock and I rub it, in a slow, sinuous regular movement. Michito pushes himself even further back so that my cock is forced into the crack between those tantalising mounds with only the material of his jeans preventing actual direct physical contact. I sniff the clean, recently washed, smell of his hair, the work and travel body smells he has generated. Not dirty but good honest manly sweat smells. I pause, dizzy with the excitement of at last being able to explore this cute young guys intimate places. And with his obvious compliance. "Don't stop!" I oblige and continue my secret investigations inside his jeans and underwear. My exploring fingers feeling the hot, sweaty love-tackle and sending shots of lust directly to my brain, to be retransmitted to my throbbing cock. As my fingers grope, my mind converts their explorations into smells and tastes. I find his cock; small, petite like the body that carries it but hard, hard as steel. My fingers feel up towards the hot hard head. I feel carefully and slide slowly up and down. Yes! I feel the soft veil of skin and slip it up and down the shaft. The shaft jolts, jumps with joy. I continue to grope his dick and slip my gripping hand up and down, slipping, sliding, frictioning, faster and faster. "Cum NOW!! Spurt that ssssspunk ! !" I hiss into his ear. Michito suddenly goes rigid, he gives a heart-rending moan of passion which comes from deep within his body, his cock pulses and I feel the hot, sticky liquid gush into my hand. I grasp his penis till he's spent. Then I withdraw my hand and hold it to my nose, breathing in the hot, sweet musky smell of his love juice. I have just been a part of a male sexual volcano. My sailor-boy turns to face me, panting, gasping at the spending of his passion and the emission of his seed, mopping up his sticky crotch with a handkerchief, then doing himself up. He smiles sheepishly at me, his lustful eyes promise much. "We can do many other things," he gasps, "I don't take long to recover." He sits down on the bunk beside me and leers wickedly. "Now I want you," he says, grinning lasciviously at me. "I want to see strong Englishman, see what you have got for me. I want to give you great pleasure in your private places." He moves up very close to me and begins to expertly touch the taught muscles through my thin cotton shirt. He speaks quietly and soothingly to me - - relax and breath deeply he tells me. Then he reaches down to the top button of my shirt. "Is it OK," he asks. Suddenly afraid to take the initiative. "Sure," I reply. With trembling fingers he slowly undoes each button, revealing my firm chest with its covering of soft blonde hair. I sense that he has this tremendous urge to run his fingers through my thick fur. Now spontaneously he pulls my shirt over my head and, after holding it up to his face for a second, throws it onto the bunk. I know what he sees. Strong and lightly muscular, dark skin, soft blonde hair accenting my pecs. More of it points from my navel down into my blue jeans. He looks up briefly and gazes straight into my eyes. He's not seen me shirtless before. Now his fingers lightly glide across my bare skin and a shiver runs through me. Not a cold shiver. No, these are the shivers of intense pleasure that run deep inside and eventually find their way to my balls. I feel my dick start to jerk in my underwear inside my tight-fitting jeans and I know that he cannot miss my arousal. I wonder what he will do next. As he continues to stroke my chest he is looking intently down into my lap. His face showing a look of greedy anticipation. The bulge of my erection grows, rising straight out from my crotch. Seeing me excited excites him. His own dick which has so recently spewed forth its jolts of man-spunk, grows and lengthens in his jeans, Instinctively he needs to touch himself but he keeps his hands busy caressing my tight muscles. I hear myself sigh deeply in appreciation. I sense that he is feeling tremendous satisfaction at the pleasure he's giving both of us. It stirs my genitals even more. he leans his head into my stomach and catches his breath. I realise that the touch of my hair and the male smell of my body excites his sex. My penis continues to throb. I know that precum is starting to soak into my briefs. He looks up into my face. My eyes are closed, my face muscles relaxed. My lips form a slight smile. Now, with feather-light finger tips he lightly feels around my ears for a few moments, then lets his hands move down the front of my neck again caressing into the hair above my pecs. He finds my nipples and begins to slide across them with his finger tips. Feather-light, gentle love-making. "Oh, God, that feels good," I say. My nipples begin to get hard and the harder they get the more currents of excitement race to my balls and cock. I feel my hard-on uncontrollably jerking in my jeans. My hand moves automatically to the bulge and I start stroking and rubbing the length and head of my hidden rod. I open my eyes and see him staring hungrily at my tented crotch. I want so badly to touch myself, to free the demanding bone between my legs. But he keeps his fingers working over and pinching my nipples. "You may have it, take it out, Michito," I say. "I know you want to see it." I start to move my hand to my zipper to free my throbbing cock, to relieve the urgent pressure, but Michito pushes it away. "I do it," he grunts. I feel his feather-light touch caressing my aroused groin. This time his finger tips drum against the cloth of my jeans, provocative, exploratory, gauging the dimensions of the caged beast he is so eager to meet. Now my zip is slowly lowered exposing my briefs containing my frantic manhood which pushes the thin cotton through the expanding flies. The tripping fingers now feel their way up and down the outline of my organ which twitches once again, this time with impatience. "You like it?" I gasp. "I like Very Much," he answers and begins to stroke its full length through the thin cotton briefs. Precum dampens the cloths and he rubs it around the sensitive helmet. Now my jeans ride low on my hips. My white briefs stand out against my dark skin. I gaze at the trail of hair below Andy's naval. "Where's it go?" I ask as I let my finger trace the edge of his Jockeys. I try to sound naive and innocent and am sure I'm not convincing. "Check and see," he answers. But first I place my hand again over the long bulge in his briefs. "It is very impressive, Andy." I look up into his face and catch it flushing a bit. I realise that he's actually quite shy. With both hands I open the waist button of his jeans. Then I slowly, very slowly ease them right down over his hips, down to his knees. As his jeans slip down off his hips, my hand once again cups his hard-on. Only the thin damp cotton of his briefs now separates me from what I long to touch. I feel him throb under my palm. Now he is struggling to push down his jeans and I help him get his sailing shoes and jeans off. I guide him to straddle my legs. Immediately my face is rubbing against the front of his underwear. He pushes forward, forcing his hardness against my cheeks and nose. His briefs have a clean smell with just slightest hint of precum and sharp male crotch-sweat. I breath in his maleness deeply, Oh My, he smells good. I start to mouth his hard-on, starting at the base of his shaft. Soon I'm sucking at the precum around his cockhead. "Now, Andy, now," I whisper urgently. He knows what I mean and appreciates my urgency. I ease down the front of his briefs, freeing his cock. My lips go right to the head, sucking only the bulb into my mouth. My tongue plays with his piss slit. He can take just so much teasing and he grabs my head. I hold his cock steady as I slip his full length into my mouth. He lets out a low, deep moan. I begin to give serious attention to bringing him pleasure, working my mouth, tongue and teeth (very gently with the teeth) over and around his rock-hard manhood. It isn't very long before I sense in him an urgency that says he's coming close to the edge. I release his dick from my mouth. "Not yet, my beautiful Andy," I say. "Let's get these off now." His briefs are quickly gone. I begin to play with his balls. I pull gently on them. He grunts with pleasure. "Ah, you like that," I say. "Oh, yes," he replies. I pull on them a few more times. "Careful...careful," he warns me. His orgasm is a wave just about to break. Now I'm frantic with lust. I reach into a locker by my bunk and grab a condom and the tube of lubricant I have stashed in there. Michito snatches the foil package out of my hand and with fingers trembling with excitement and desire, he tears it open and in a flash has the rubber slipped onto my rampant organ. I squeeze a large glob of the gel onto the head of my cock and start coating my erection with the thick, watery substance. I realise I need to be careful, too. A few too many strokes and I'll be shooting cum all over. Michito watches me carefully, obviously intrigued as always by the way I am handling my cock. Then he reaches over and both our hands touch, stroke and squeeze my armed weapon. Now he brings his lips up close to mine. We hesitate just a moment. Our lips touch, our mouths open, our tongues probe deeply. A few moments later I really start to get close. I reluctantly pull away. He tries to hold our kiss. I let my lubricant covered hand explore the crack of his ass. When I touch his hole, he moans eagerly, encouraging me. I begin to probe gently, very gently. The lubricant helps me ease the tip of my finger into him. I don't push any further wanting him to get used to my penetration. Then I ease my finger out. I scoop some more lubricant off my cock and return to his ass. This time my finger slides all the way in. I find his prostrate and begin to massage it. He's whimpering in pleasure. I ease my finger out of him. Then I guide my compliant lover back down onto my knees. He doesn't say a word. He doesn't have to. His eager smile says it all. I begin to stroke my cock. Suddenly Michito twists around and with eager wriggling sits on my lap and rising up, he positions his bottom right over my erection. He begins to rub himself against the head of my lubricant-slicked cock. I reach down and hold my rod steady. I'm amazed and excited at what he is doing. His eager hole finds my cockhead. Tentatively, he eases downwards. "That's my cock, Michito" I say. "You like feeling it touch you there?" He nods vigorously. "Oh Yes Andy, it feels so nice." I feel him push again, then ease up. Push again, ease up. I rub more lubricant on my cock. He pushes again. My cockhead begins to slowly ease into him. He obviously feels some pain and retreats. I think he's going to give up. But he tries again. This time more of me enters him. He stops. It hurts like hell but he doesn't move, trying to relax. The pain begins to ease. He pushes a little more and my cockhead is totally enveloped. My shaft is narrower than my flaring cock-head, designed to penetrate and he finds himself slowly dropping down into my lap until I'm buried deep inside him. "Oh, I can't believe it ... I can't believe it." he gasps, by now he's covered in sweat. "Are you OK?" I ask. "Yes ... yes," he grunts. "Just please not to move, don't do anything." Then he wraps his arms around me. Our lips meet and we kiss long and deeply. I feel his ass muscles tightening and relaxing around my sex. My cock is engulfed in a hot, muscle- clenching tunnel and I feel myself moving back and forth toward orgasm but not quite making it. He is filled with my hard presence and feel both fear of pain and excitement at being penetrated by me for the first time. He is in a spell and can't move. I break our kiss and look down between us. His eager dick rises up hard between our bellies. I cover it with lubricant and begin stroking him and he begins to hum in pleasure, more loudly than before. His second orgasm begins to build and as it does, his ass muscles start to contract more tightly around my cock. I feel myself being carried along. He wraps his arms tightly around me and hold on. Both of us are now drenched in sweat. My nostrils filled with the odours of rutting sexed-up maleness, my ears filled with the grunts and groans of bliss. His orgasm hits. As his cum shoots up between us, his ass even more strongly grips around me. Then I'm over the edge, crying out. He must feel the blazing heat of my cum as I flood his insides. Frozen like statues, we stay like this for minutes? hours? Time stops. I softened inside him and my dick eases out. He mumbles something. I don't make out the words but that's OK. I know they are nice words. He moves to get up off me. To free himself from my invading male organ. We both stand and embrace. We are both bathed in sweat and sticky with spunk and lubricant. Two panting, sweaty sated young men. Then I pick him up in my arms and carry him into the head. I turn on the shower and hold his wriggling body under the warm water. Michito is giggling and wriggling as I lather my hands with soap and start to clean up his beautiful little body. Running my hands everywhere over his smooth skin, lathering, soaping cleansing. Over his chest, down into the private area of his groin, along his back as he turns and twists in my firm grip. Now my hands spread soap over his cute little bottom, cupping the cheeks and my fingers clean out the intimacy of his bum-crack, rubbing up and down deep in the cleft. Michito grabs the soap and gives me the same treatment. We are wriggling and giggling like a couple of kids, revelling in the cleansing of soap and water, our cocks becoming tumescent so soon after their recent explosive releases. Now I propel Michito out of the shower and vigorously rub him dry with a large towel, then without a word I pick him up and dump him face downwards onto my bunk. He wriggles and I realise that already I have begun to love this perfect little guy - his perfect small body and his perfect trusting mind. At the same time my lust rises yet again as I gaze at his cute, round muscled buttocks. I tumble into the bunk after him and wrap us both snugly into the duvet. Now I think he is quite frantic for sex, just like me. I have used my skills to arouse my new lover. I see that he has found some lubricant and has squeezed it onto his gorgeous weapon. Now I am sure that he wants to have me - and I am yearning to give him what he needs so urgently. I watch eagerly the way he prepares his steely rod and now I reach over and my hands join his to touch, stroke and squeeze his weapon. Now our lips join like our hands are joined, our lips touch, our mouths open and we are kissing greedily. Andy makes me shiver and shake with pleasure. I sense he wants more as he tries to pull away while I try to hold our kiss. Oh what pleasure! I feel that his slippery fingers explore between into the valley of my bottom.. I feel him touch my very secret place and this makes, me feel wonderful, I cannot help but groan in pleasure which seems to encourage Andy. Now he strokes inn there. I feel his slippery finger slide slowly into me a little way. This startles me because this is not very usual for me but he is gentle and patient and does not enter any further, allowing me to get used to his penetration. I feel him ease his finger out and he strokes his cock gathering more lubricant before he return to and returns to feeling my ass. This time his finger slides all the way in and gives me intense sexual pleasure which makes me almost cry with the feel of it. Now I feel his hands guiding me backwards, back between his strong thighs. Then I guide my compliant lover back down onto my knees. I can sense that his hands are rubbing up and down his huge phallic member. I have to have him and N O W . . . . Without warning I wriggle into a position so that my twitching bum-muscle is held right over his rampant erection. I start to rub myself against the head of his slippery penis while his hand reaches down and hold his rod in the right place.. Andy grunts with excitement, realising the pleasure that my willing bottom will bring to his flaring manhood. My eager hole makes contact with his flaring cockhead. Slowly, carefully I ease downwards, allowing my new- found lover's cock to pleasure my bottom. "That's my cock, Michito" he says. "You like feeling it touch you there?" "Oh Yes Andy, it feels so nice. I want it." I push again, then slide up. Push again, slide up. I feel him rub more lubricant onto his invader then I push hard once more. His cockhead begins to slowly ease into my ring. It hurts me a little and makes me involuntarily to retreat. I think it may be too big for me, hurt me too much But another part of me must have it and I ease down again. This time more of him enters me. I hold still because it hurts me very much and I try to relax. Slowly the pain begins to ease. Now I push a little more and I feel that his bulbous cockhead is totally inside my passage. The shaft of his penis is narrower than the flaring cock-head, which has made the penetration and now I can slowly drop down into my lover's lap until I have him buried deep inside me. "Oh, I can't believe it ... I can't believe it." I hear myself gasp, ad I realise that I am covered in sweat. "Are you OK?" Andy asks. Oh he is such a considerate lover for he must urgently want to fuck. "Yes ... yes," I gasp. "Just please be still for a moment, don't do anything. I am tight. Not so used to this . . . but I want it!" Then he hugs me, gripping my body with his arms. I twist around and our lips meet and we kiss long and deeply. The pleasure and intimacy of the kiss make my ass muscles tighten and relax around his sex. His cock is buried deeply in my hot hole and my muscles clench onto the welcome invader. At last I can bear to move up and down. I do it now. Fucking my bum up and down on his steely rod, gripping his cock with my ring muscle, rearing up and down bringing hideous pleasure to his probe and huge satisfaction deep within my own body. I am fucking Andy, moving Andy ever nearer to his orgasm but taking care that he does not quite make it. He is grunting and gasping, deep grunts of pleasure fill my ears and still I clench and fuck - easing upwards, thrusting downwards. I am filled with his hard presence and feel both fear of pain and excitement at the reciprocating penetration I am giving myself from this gorgeous man for the first time. I look down between us and see my own organ stiffly erect between our bellies. I find some of his slippery stuff, rub it onto my rod and begin stroking it. It brings me such added joy that I hear myself hum in pleasure, more loudly than before. My second eruption begins to build and I realise that as it does, my ass muscles start to contract more tightly around his cock. Again Andy wraps his arms tightly around me and holds on. Both of us are now drenched in sweat. I am so excited with the smells and sounds of what we are doing in addition to the most wonderful feelings. I can't hold the pressure in my balls, for the second time I spurt out my semen and as my orgasm hits, as my cum shoots up between us, my ass even more strongly grips my lover's tool.. Then Andy explodes and gasps with the intense pleasure of his orgasm. I can sense the blazing heat of his cum as it jets inside me. Then we are frozen like statues, we stay like this for minutes? hours? Time stops. I feel my man soften inside me and his cock eases out of my asshole. I feel such intense pleasure that I speak to myself in my own language, expressing my sexual satisfaction and deep joy at the act that we have both just completed. Then I move finally free myself of his invading male organ. We stand up and fall into a post orgasmic kiss. Then I feel myself being picked up and carried. Carried into the shower place. Andy and I take a shower together and it is another intimate thrill. His hands are everywhere on my body, in public places and in such private places. I love it and I wriggle around like a slippery fish. Pretending to protect myself from his invading fingers. to protect my modesty but really loving the fondling ad caresses as he washes away the stickiness of our sweat and our emissions. After he has washed me clean I try to do the same for him, also taking great liberties with where I touch and caress. Then he takes a large towel and dries us both. He picks me up and throws me downwards onto the bunk where I wriggle to get more comfortable. I am on my stomach and my bottom is bare. I think that Andy stares at me. Then he tumbles into the bunk after me and wraps us both snugly into the duvet. I sigh deeply. I have started to love this gorgeous Englishman with his powerful body and his gentle consideration for me. I feel safe and happy to be so intimate with him. I hope that I can bring him even more pleasure which at the same time will bring great joy to me. So - They're both gay and both very highly sexed. They have enjoyed their first sexual encounter together. What will happen to the two young men in bed together, will they have ever more frantic sex? The story could be continued if you want more . . andymacdon@hotmail.com