Date: Wed, 01 Sep 1999 06:06:49 PDT
From: andy macdonald <andymacdon@hotmail.com>
Subject: two-minds-single-thought- 4

TWO MINDS WITH BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT.
                         by Andy Macdonald.

If you enjoy this story, I would like to know - it might encourage me to
write some more chapters!

                You can contact me on andymacdon@hotmail.com

The two young men, one English the other Japanese have found each other in
London and have gone down to Andy's boat for the weekend.  They are very
much enjoying the sailing and are totally enwraptured with each other.
They have just finished another bout of joyous love-making and Michito
has said:

"Oh well then," he grins, "then you won't need my services
ever again!" .  .  .  .

CHAPTER V.

  .  .  .  "Oh yes I will. Take me into the shower and wash me. Get rid
of all the evidence of what you have just caused to happen," I
command. "Clean up your Captain and remove all traces of the
Cabin Boy's ministrations."

He grins happily and leads me into the shower, runs the water
until it is hot and then turns on the shower for me, handing me
the soap before leaving me.

When I emerge naked from the shower he is sitting waiting for
me in the saloon. As I squeeze past him on my way to the bunk
he reaches up and flicks my resting cock.

   "What's this? This little thing, so small and soft. Is no use to
me this tiny thing!" He grins wickedly. "I only like great big,
huge weapon. This one is too small." He flips my poor spent
cock again with disdain.

I lunge at him, manage to grab his slithering body and once
again throw him down onto our bunk. There I hold him firmly
while I strip him of his T-shirt, jeans and underwear and
together we snuggle into the bedding where he wriggles
around so that he is lying spooned up against the front of my
body, his tight buns pressing back into my groin. He gives a
long, deep sigh of contentment and we both drop into a sound
sleep, sated with fresh air, friendship and enjoyment.
We both sleep deeply right the way through the night, not
waking until after 9 o'clock. I wake first with my usual
morning hard-on but realise by his deep, regular breathing that
Michito is still fathoms down so I slip out of bed without
molesting him (as I would very much like to). I start the engine
and make breakfast for the two of us.

"Ah so, I can smell coffee" I hear from the bunk and a cute
little Japanese face peers out at me.

"Yep, coffee sleepy-head. come and get it."

He climbs out of the bunk, coyly clasping his hands across his
private parts, I guess to hide his morning erection, though why
he should do so after the intimacies we have so recently
shared, I cannot imagine, and dives into the head where I hear
him take a good shower. It's lucky the boat carries more than
the usual amount of fresh water I think to myself, what with all
the showering we've been doing.

We tuck into breakfast and, after clearing up the galley, weigh
the anchor, hoist the sails and get under way. The tide is in our
favour and we have another enjoyable sail, across Christchurch
Bay, through the Needles and right along the length of the
Solent and back into Portsmouth Harbour and into the marina.

I dock the yacht and we secure all the gear, tidy up down
below and I switch off all the services, isolating the batteries
and turning of the gas. Michito has shot off and grabbed a
trolley and we transfer all our gear to the car. As we climb in I
glance at him and realise that there are tears streaming down
his face.

"What is it, Michito? What on earth's the matter?" I ask him
gently, "have you got a pain? Are you ill or something?"
He turns his pathetic face to me and wipes his eyes with his
sleeve like a sad little boy.

   "It was all so good. Being with you. Sailing in your boat.
Discovering a wonderful, good, gentle friend. And now I think
it is over. Now I have to go back to London, to my studies, to
where I have no friends and I must pretend that I am not a gay
boy. Always pretence. Always afraid I may do something, say
something even look somewhere and then people suspect.
With you I found friendship, protection and freedom. I could
be what I am, act as is natural to me. You cannot understand
how much I have enjoyed the time we have spent together on
your wonderful yacht. Your friendship, your generosity and . .
. . and . . . and . . ."

" . . . and the sexy times we had together," I finished for him.
Instantly his grin broke through the sadness at the memory of
our rompings and couplings.

"Don't be sad, Michito," I said, "it doesn't have to end here.
Not if you don't want it to - and I certainly don't want to lose
you so soon after finding you."

Immediately his face lit up, eyes dry now and starting to shine
again, fill with happiness as he holds my gaze.

"We are real friends?" he whispers.

"Well yes, I would say so. I would say that we are pretty
intimate friends, wouldn't you?"

We get into the car and start up and drive off. I thread my way
through the heavy Monday evening end-of-holiday traffic until
we're onto the Motorway.  Michito is silent during the journey
and I sense that his mind is filled with thoughts. As we reach
the outskirts of London I say: I "Right my splendid crewman
where do you want me to drop you off? We're going to go past
Earls Court station, is that the best for you?"

He is silent. No answer.

"Hey! What time do you have to be at college tomorrow?" I
suppose you wouldn't like to come back to my place tonight?

"Oh Andy . . . . . could I? Can you really invite me back to
your home.  That would be so good. You are such a kind, good
man, I never thought an Englishman could be such a man."
"I'm not good or kind. I just fancy your cute little body. I just
want to fuck the ass off you. Shag you `till you beg me for
mercy. Roger you rigid."

   "I don't believe you. I think you underestimate your goodness .
. . .  anyway I want to be fucked by you. I fancy your strong
blonde body - and your great big, thick rigid cock. I want to be
rogered if that is same as fucked. You can fuck me within an
inch of my life! I just want to please you, thank you for the
marvellous sailing, thank you for taking me away from
London during long holiday. I just love you Andy. And I like
you very much in the other way too!"

>From the corner of my eye I can tell that Yashushi is
examining my reaction to his words.

"Right then. I don't fancy climbing into a cold bed on my own
tonight tonight. I need a young bed bug to warm it up for me
so it's back to my flat we go."

"Oh Andy, you will really let me come to your house?"

"Yep, consider yourself kidnapped. Lured into my evil
powers."

He shivers and I feel his small hand resting on my thigh. His
fingers stroke lightly up and down and then he lays the flat of
his palm across my groin, pressing down on my tumescent
tool.

"I want this again. I want to experience its evil power." was all
he said by way of reply.

I drive straight to the flat and enter the underground carpark. I
can tell Michito is impressed as I trigger the automatic gate
and once inside, shoot backwards into my parking spot. We
clamber out and I start to sort out our gear which we split into
two loads before staggering off to the lift which comes down
to the car park level. I press the button for the 10th floor and we
shoot up. I fumble for my keys and open my front door,
standing back to let Michito enter. He goes in, kicks off his
shoes and stands in the hallway uncertain what to do.
"OK my friend, just dump the kit down here for now and I'll
take you on the Grand Tour."

He stares at me in a puzzled fashion and I realise, as I have
several times since we first met that although his mastery of
the English language is very good, some expressions pass right
over his head.

"Just follow me and I'll show you round the flat," I explain.
I show him the sitting room, my bedroom, the guest room,
kitchen and both bathrooms. I watch his face which is filled
with awe. We go back into the sitting room and he stands
uncertainly in the middle of the floor.

"Well sit yourself down for a minute," I tell him.

He moves across to the settee and perches there.

"What do you think then?"

"It's so big" he mutters."

"That's what seems to strike you about all my things" I reply
with an evil grin. He chuckles.

"It is beautiful apartment, Andy."

He's right, it is. A three bedroom penthouse flat fronting right
on to the river. The view is awesome and the decoration and
furnishing is down to the obscene salary I receive from the
Bank where I work.

Michito sits quite still on the settee, seemingly in shock. I can
tell that he is nervous, shy and does not know what to do next.
"OK my friend, have a good look around, just like you did on
the boat. Go where you like, open any door or drawer that you
like, really make yourself at home."

He gets up tentatively and walks around the sitting room,
gazing at the furniture, the pictures on the wall, out through the
window at the view of the river. As he does so my eyes follow
him round the room, I feel concerned at his nervousness after
his uninhibited behaviour on the boat. I decide that the best
thing is to leave him to it so I go out into the hall and start
shifting our gear into the bedroom, leaving him to explore on
his own.

As I start to unpack my own stuff I see him walking slowly
from room to room. Gradually his confidence seems to return
and now he pads into the bedroom after me.

"What a beautiful big bed" and, throwing caution to the winds
he jumps onto it and bounces up and down.

"You can't do that," I said, "you're a guest. You have to use
the guest bed."

He pauses. Looks shocked but scrutinises my expression.
Then, with the old confidence flooding back into his face he
grins cheekily and says:

"No, I not guest. You said really make yourself at home. This
is me making myself at home." and he starts to bounce again.

"Get off you bozo, you'll break the springs."

"Maybe you break springs tonight when you are fucking the
ass off me or when you shag me `till I beg me for mercy!"

"You cheeky little brute, do you remember everything I say to
you?"

He nods, "Yes" he says.

"Well, we'll get round to the fucking and shagging later, right
now there's work to be done. Have you had a good look
round?"

Now all his hesitancy has gone, his confidence is fully restored
and he suddenly darts towards me, jumps into my arms and
grips me round the hips with his legs. He plants a long,
lingering kiss on my lips:

"Oh Andy . . . ." is all he says.

Then he bounds off into the sitting room and I hear him
opening cupboard doors and generally exploring the room.
Quite soon he's found and mastered the stereo and puts on one
of my favourite CD's. Meanwhile I'm continuing to sort out
my gear.

"Do you want any clothes washed?" I ask him, "I'm getting a
load ready for the machine."

He comes back into the bedroom and pounces on his
backpack, tipping his clothes out onto the floor. He sorts out a
pile and hands them to me.

"Let me wash clothes" he says.

"Nope, you can watch me set up the washing machine then
you can do them another time."

I grab the hamper containing my dirty clothing and shove his
bundle in as well and carry it into the kitchen where I start to
load up the machine.

"Hey, Michito, have a look in that cupboard there, you should
find a new bottle of detergent, it looks like this." and I hold up
the empty container.  He darts off and while he's out of the
kitchen I manage to remove the dirty satiny shorts that had
received his very full load while we were on the boat. I
reckoned they would be a good olfactory reminder at some
later date.

We get the washing under way, all our things sorted out and
together we prepare a pretty good meal. We are both hungry
after all the fresh air over the weekend and eat ravenously and
wash the food down with a fair amount of wine. After the meal
I pour out two goodly measures of brandy.

"I not drink that," said Michito apologetically, "I don't like to
drink too much, it's better I go on drinking wine."

"Fair enough," I reply. I see him peering towards the TV. "Go
on, have a play with it."

He goes over and has a good look around then flicks through a
few channels.  He settles on a recent Sci-Fi film which has just
started and comes back and snuggles up next to me on the
settee. Once again he looks up at me, deep into my eyes and I
see reflected in them his trust and happiness. We sit close
together, sipping our drinks, watching the film and enjoying
the stunts and stunning effects. Michito squirms with
excitement from time to time.

The film ends at 11 o'clock and I disentangle myself from his
warm body and I notice that Michito is almost asleep.
"Hey, sleepy-head, it's time for your bed." He chuckles and I
bend over and pick him up in my arms, walk into the bedroom
and dump him onto the bed. He lies sprawled on his back, legs
and arms spread. He looks so vulnerable and so cute. I crawl
onto the bed beside him and tug his shirt free of the waist band
of his jeans, then I ease it up over his head and he moves his
arms so that it comes free of his body. Now I see his chest and
tiny nips outlined by his thin cotton vest. That too is gently
removed, I press it to my face to enjoy his musky male odour
and discard it overboard to join the shirt. I flutter my fingers
lightly over his smooth skin leaving a line of goose-bumps.
Michito shivers with delight. Next I peel of his white socks so
that he's left just in his jeans and briefs. I reach for the buckle
on his belt, my knuckles encountering the soft warm flesh of
his taught stomach, I fumble and have some difficulty in
undoing it. Michito giggles but makes no effort to help or
hinder. At last I master it and my hands moves towards his
zipper.

Before my fingers can reach the tang he brushes away my
probing fingers, jumps up and proceeds to undress me in
exactly the same way. Firstly my shirt is pulled over my head,
is sniffed deeply and discarded, then my slippers and socks
join the growing pile of our clothes on the floor. Then we start
to wrestle, each trying to reach the other's fly to unzip and
remove his jeans. Being larger and stronger I nearly win the
battle but because he is small and wriggles and twists like a
slippery fish he finally manages to reach in from behind me
and although his hand is trapped between my clenched thighs,
he manages to get his fingers on my zip tang and starts to slide
it down. But it jams, there is a large hot, hard obstruction in the
way! I stop struggling, turn round and open my legs, giving
him direct access to the bulging front of my jeans. He stops too
and leans back staring at my crotch in anticipation. Very
slowly he eases the zip down, staring at the cotton covered
bulge that pushes out through the gap.

What is this?" he asks I surprise.

He rubs his fingers lightly up and down the tumescence then
leans forward and rubs his face into the gaping fly.

"It smells good," he whispers, "I think maybe it tastes good
too. I want to see it uncovered."

He buries his face again and inhales deeply. But I want some
of the same and, while he is still engrossed, I grab his waist
and turn him upside down so he is standing on his head. I spin
him round and in a flash I have his zip down, his fly wide open
and his jeans peeled right down to his ankles.  He doesn't
struggle, in fat he assists me to pull the jeans over his feet and
dump them on top of the pile. Now almost all of his gorgeous
body is available, just his small cotton briefs conceal his
seductive little bottom behind and his obvious arousal in front.

I throw him down on the bad and run my hands all over his
willing body. Across his chest, fluttering fingers on his
nipples, probing fingers under his armpits, marching fingers
down across his stomach to the waist-band of his underwear,
then lower down to the inside of his thighs. Then they slither
slowly upwards, feeling up inside the leg opening of his briefs
until they encounter the hot softness of his ball-sack, concealed
within the pouch of his briefs. As I stare down at the long,
cloth covered bulge I can see a circle of dampness at its head.
Michito's sexual arousal is obvious by the emission of a glob
of pre-cum.

   Andy has got me so sexy and hot. I love our mutual undressing
and I want to bring him big pleasure. His big body and
powerful love-tool make me want to explode with lust. I am
driven mad by the sight of his body, his smell his manly taste.

   He is my dream man. My fantasy lover come true. Now I need
to explore his intimate parts and make him mad with sex. I am
wearing only my briefs and I want him the same. He lies still
and so I put my hands onto his jeans and lower them down. I
see his underwear, it is sexy. He helps me a little and I get his
jeans right down and off him. When I think he is not looking I
put my head inside his jeans and it is filled with his wonderful
man-aroma. I throw his jeans to the floor with all our mixed up
clothes.  But now I'm becoming crazed with lusty needs.

   I reach into the fly of his sweat damp underwear pushing his
swollen cock to one side and free his big low hanging nuts
from their trapped position, and I guess that the sensation of
his sweaty nuts being pulled from between his thighs is both
startling and pleasurable, the first time today they have been
free of their confining cotton steam room. Feeling the cool air
on his hot nuts I admire the beauty of his man jewels as they
squirm around in the loose scrotum. I place my face in their
vicinity and breath deeply.  Jolts of pleasure fill my head and
surge down my nervous system to end at my cock.

   Now I have to taste. The abstraction of both of his nuts
churning around inside my mouth, as my tongue removes the
day's manly deposits, causes his big fat fuck pole that is still
confined in his briefs to become rock hard, I reach in and jerk
free his hard dick through the too small fly, his man organ
standing so proud, the head glistening with precum. I lean back
to study the multiple sensations I am causing, the tender head
of his stiff log smearing precum on my eager face, that
mysterious internal phantom pleasure/pain deep in his moist
fuck pole from my hands kneading, stretching his cum loaded
balls, I take his hard man tool deep in my hungry mouth, I
suck as if his cock is my only life support, while stretching and
squeezing his nuts to get every drop of his precious man juice
ready to come to me.

   The pressure is so intense, he opens his eyes for a brief
moment, but he can't focus properly. Now I really set to work
sliding my lips up and down, tonguing the flaring knob,
sucking in my cheeks to grip and vacuum his pulsing penis.

   Slowly I slide down then back up to leave the head just
between my lips, then another sensuous slide downwards. Up
and down, increasing speed, sliding my mouth further and
further down on each tantalising, hot, wet stroke. I'm loving it.
His cock is mine. I pleasure it and he groans as the exquisite
feeling floods his whole body. Slurping, suctioning, soaking
with saliva . . . His body stiffens, I can't maintain him on the
edge any longer, and I release myself from his frenzied pillar
as his body arches uncontrollably, his hips thrusting his groin
futilely into the air as I hear his prolonged groan of his sexual
release and feel his cum, body fluids and stress scream out of
his prick in four fearful gouts, splattering onto his tight
stomach. A hot thick white lake of spunk, sticky to touch and
with the special sharp nutty smell of fresh cum. Spaced,
wasted and spent he sinks onto the bed, flat out on his back ,
panting for breath, to rest and let the lingering twangs subside.
Wow! The little sex-fiend. That was a blow-job to remember.

But what about him? I just came buckets, he is still fully sexed
up. I needn't have worried. In a flash he kneels upright and whips
off his skimpy red briefs, throwing them down onto the bed.
As I lie there on my back, a puddle of cum cooling on my
belly, he throws himself on top of me.  He clasps his arms
around my body, buries his head into my furry chest and
humps his cute ass up and down causing his steely prick to
slide up and down in the pool of cum, spreading, smearing,
sliding. He fucks his cock up and down my stomach and as he
does so I see the glorious sight of his humping, thrusting little
bum. I realise that the briefs he just threw off have landed just
by my head and by turning my face I find I can bury it into the
hot, sweaty material, smelling where that chunky little ass has
rested all day.

He fucks and fucks, grunting and moaning small Japanese
words to himself He slides his face sideways, I sense what he
wants and raise my arms whereupon his face dives into my
sweaty pits and he breathes in my funk as he fucks his cock
across my hot skin. His humping increases in its urgency and I
whisper into his ear in times with his pounding strokes:
"Go! go! go! go! Go for it Michito, Fuck Oh So HARD! !"

His strokes become faster and faster, shorter and shorter until
suddenly he freezes, lunging against me with all his might,
holding, holding, his ass cheeks quivering with power. I feel
hot sticky liquid jetting out of his jabbing cock, I hear a long
dawn-out strangled moan and then his muscles all go slack. He
has orgasmed. He has shot his load which now mingles with
mine in a smear of sticky white juice.

Once again we are both totally spent. We lie still, Michito on
top of me, our semen now cool and slowly drying to a sticky
glue between our clasped bodies.. Eventually I sit up, roll him
gently off me, to my side, and climb off the bed.

"Come with me, lover" I say and propel him gently by the
shoulders into the guest bathroom. "Here you go. Have a bath
or a shower or both if you like.  There's masses of hot water.
And here are the towels. Just make yourself at home, do
whatever you like, take as long as you like. This bathroom is
just for you."

The look in his eyes once again says it all. He is just so happy
and that makes me feel good too.

I leave him, close the door and go into my own bathroom
where I take a long, long shower. Washing away the salt,
sweat and bodily emissions after a long and happy day. After
thoroughly drying myself I crawl into bed utterly exhausted
and despite the fact that it is still quite early, I fall asleep in an
instant.

I wake at dawn. The early morning light often wakes me or
maybe it is the sea-gulls calling out on the river. Michito is
curled up in my arms, his back to my chest and I realise that
yet again I'm hard and that my rampant prick is nestled right
up into the crack of his hot little ass. I had fallen asleep so
quickly that I had neither heard nor felt his small body
insinuate itself into the bed and into my automatic embrace. I
can tell by his deep, regular breathing that he is fast asleep. He
needs the sleep I tell myself but my cock tells me a different
story. It knows where it is and it knows that although it is
close, it isn't where it really yearns to be. I lie still leaving my
toy-boy to sleep.

But not for long. As he lies there in my arms I can smell the
subtle odour of his hair and the sweet musk of his body. My
cock is already stiff, my sexuality in high gear. In my mind I
am visualising his cute little uncut cock. My hand slips slowly
and carefully down to his stomach then feels its way down into
the moist warmth between his upper thighs, into the fork
between his legs. So very gently I lightly probe my way
towards where his cock must nestle and I encounter the small,
soft tube the body of which I start to stimulate by feathering
my finger-tips up and down. I glide my fingers up to the top
and feel the veil of soft skin and within it the ridge of his cock-
head. This furtive exploration fills my mind with sexual
fantasies and augments the fact that my cock is becoming more
and more primed to raid its muslced goal. As I explore, I
realise that the object of my investigation is gradually
changing shape. The tube is lengthening, hardening and the
veil at its head is being put under some considerable pressure. I
tease his foreskin and ease it gently back down the stiffening
shaft and I feel the knob, that it is there to protect, pop free of
its skinny prison.

Michito whimpers softly and his body stirs. His cock continues
to engorge with blood and now I am sliding his foreskin up
and down, covering and freeing his cock-head. I know that he
is wide awake now and his buttocks clench and unclench in
time with the strokes I'm giving to his cock. He wiggles his
bottom and thrusts back into my predatory groin. My cock is
sending urgent throbbing commands to my brain which
interprets them as a need to thrust my hips forward in an
attempt to bury my cock ever deeper into his bum-crack.
I can feel Michito wriggling out of my clasping arms and
abandoning my invading cock. Disappointment floods through
me. He obviously wants to sleep rather than make love. But
no! He slides across the bed and I hear the bedside drawer
opening. A scrabbling hand seeks out the pack of condoms and
tube of KY.

"What the . . . ? How did you know they were there?" I asked
him. "

"Well you asked me to make myself at home," he chuckled,
"you said - Go where you like, open any door or drawer that
you like, really make yourself at home. I did," he ends simply.

With skilful but shaking fingers he slides a condom over my
urgent cock and then his little hands spread KY jelly liberally
over it. I feel him take another glob of the lubricant and use it
to anoint the area deep into the cheeks of his arse. He returns
to my cock which he now jerks up and down in long slow
strokes, meanwhile my mind is recalling the image of how his
luscious buttocks had pounded his body against mine. I had
longed to fuck that adorable ass all day and now he reared up
on all fours, eagerly offering himself like a bitch on heat. I
can't hesitate, I look down at him, his back to me, shoulders on
the bed, ass in the air. I know that my rock-hard man dick is
already releasing a giant drop of pre-cum. Teasingly, I drag my
cock over his balls, past the hungry and inviting hole, up his
ass crack and back down over and over again, leaving a slick-
wet trail of lubricant between his ass cheeks. Then, with my
guiding hand taking aim at his awaiting begging hole, I
penetrate my hard thick ready inches of dominance into his
ass.

Through clenched teeth he moans "Oh, yes, Andy, please fuck
me, please fuck me, deep, please Andy, deeper. I want it. I
want you inside me so much."

I lean over, driving my dick deep into his guts, ass cheeks
firmly against groin, pubic bone beating tail bone, belly to
back, chest against shoulder blades, my nose buried into his
thick sweet-smelling hair, sucking the back of his neck driving
deeper and deeper into my boy's ass, revelling in every square
centimetre of man to man, flesh-to-flesh contact.

I straighten tall on my knees, pull him up tightly to me and
slap the side of his bottom, first one side then the other. I am
dominating him, penetrating, drilling deep into him. I begin to
slam my enraged manhood in and out of his tight, red- hot
hungry ass, he clenches his anal ring hard onto the invader but
it doesn't stop me, only inflames my lust further. I skewer him
from side to side, my tool seeking out his love button, I slow
down now, slow my strokes and lengthen them, getting my
stride my fuck-rhythm. My penis is almost totally withdrawn
until just the head is trapped within his clenching hotness, then
the deep hard thrust which fills his channel with the male
marauder. Withdraw, thrust deep. Slide slowly out, drive
mercilessly in. I'm grunting with the effort of it, he is groaning
with the ecstasy. My strokes get shorter and faster, his ass
clenches harder, then . . . then . . . . my awaiting hot stream of
man-juice erupts deeply within the welcoming warm depths of
my boy-man.

At the same time as his ass feels the spasms of my orgasmic
prick, from deep within his core, I feel him shudder, contract,
expand, his ass gripping me even tighter than ever before. I
reach under him and grab his pulsing, dripping rod and pump it
furiously.

"Oh Fuck, stop, I can't ... I can't ... Agggghh ..." as I feel the
splashing of manseed, the gusher of hot, white cum erupt from
his core.

Totally satisfied and sated yet again, we collapse on the bed,
shaken and convulsing gently with sensuous, passionate soul-
stirring after shocks of deep release. I hold my boy loosely in
my arms as he gently licks my hard and tender nipples, kissing
my neck and ears, and whispering:

"Oh thank you Andy, thank you Andy."

We sleep. Deep post-coital sleep until the harsh reality of my
alarm wakes us both with a jolt. It's Tuesday and our idyll is
over with both of us having to return abruptly to the actuality
of work or study.

I jump out of bed and leap into my shower where I let the hot
water cascade over my head and my body and rinse away the
stickiness of our lovemaking. I shoot out of my bathroom to
find that Michito has also got up and I hear sounds from the
other bathroom. I go into the kitchen and prepare us a simple
breakfast of coffee and toast and in no time Michito is packing
his gear into his backpack.

The poor little guy is a dejected bundle of misery now that he
is about to have to return to the reality of his situation in
London. Just before we leave the apartment I take him gently
by the shoulders and our faces meet in a deep, deep kiss. Then
I slide my face down across his chest, over his stomach and
burying my face into his groin, I kiss his very centre.
"I will have to meet this again - soon" I tell him and he looks
at me with longing in his eyes:

"You really want us to meet again?"

"Yea, of course I do you goofball. Look, here's my telephone
number. Why don't you give me a ring this evening?"

Then we're taking the lift down to the garage.

"Right, If I drop you off at the Tube Station near my office do
you think you can find your way home?" I enquire of him.
"Oh yes, Andy. Is not a problem".

   I know that really it is a problem. I do not want ever to leave
Andy now that, at last, I have found a friend in London. I have
already fallen in love with his beautiful strong body and his
clever kind mind. Also I don't really know where we are or
where the Underground station is but I do not want to bother
my Andy because I realise that already his mind is with his
work. Somehow I will find my way home. My mind is in a
whorl. It has been three days like it must be in Heaven, being
with Andy, driving in his car, sailing in his boat, sleeping next
to his big, sexy body and breathing in its exciting scent. Our
love-making was like nothing I've ever experienced before.

   Now it is finished, maybe for ever. Maybe I'm just some small
Japanese bimbo that he fancied in the restaurant and picked
up for some holiday fun. Ah but he did give me his number, he
did ask me to `phone him this evening. I will, I will `phone him.


To be continued!

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