Date: Tue, 25 May 1999 01:35:39 PDT
From: andy macdonald <andymacdon@hotmail.com>
Subject: Indonesian Cabin Steward II

I woke up with a start.  What time was it?  Where was I?  Who was this in
my bed with me. . . . .

It all came rushing back into my head.  I was in the Hotel Atlantico in
Corunna, in bed together with my sex-fiend of a steward Xiang.  It was
. . . 10 am, as a glance at my watch showed, and if Xian's cute little bum
felt as sated as my piss-hard cock then we were two very happy sailors!

I peered over at Xian.  His cute Chinese features relaxed, eyes tight
closed, sleeping the sleep of the just - just royally fucked I thought to
myself with an inward grin.  I sat up in the bed thinking that the movement
would wake him.  No chance.  He was away with the fairies.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom where I took a long fierce
piss.  I looked down at my groin.  Yuk, I was a mess but Oh Brother I'd
sure enjoyed making all that mess.  Shower time.  Glorious.  Streams of hot
cleansing water.  I stood under that shower for about twenty minutes and
emerged shiny and lean.  I peered again at Xian but he was still in deep
sleep.  Breathing deep and even but giving the occasional slight twitch -
dreaming I guessed and I hoped for his sake that the dreams were based on
our antics during the previous, sex-filled night.

Breakfast or, more probably Brunch.

I got dressed, glanced again at the sleeping satyr and slipped out of the
room leaving him to sleep and recharge his sexual batteries.  Breakfast in
the hotel restaurant was well over so I went out, across the street and
soon found a cafe and settled down to a hearty brunch.  After all, I, too,
had a lot of energy to replace!  I sat in the cafe for over an hour before
paying the bill and wandering back to the hotel, my mind replaying some of
the sport from the previous night.  These lively thoughts soon triggered my
libido.  Maybe it was time for Round Two - or should that be Round Four?

I hastened up to the room, flung open the door intending to spring onto the
bed and leap on top of my slumbering steward.

Gone!

The bed, which looked like a battle field, was empty.  Ah well.  The next
round would have to wait.  Match postponed.  Time to pack, check out and
return to the ship.  If a change was as good as a rest I was very well
rested.  One thing was for sure, the short break at Corunna had most
certainly turned out to be a change.

I strolled slowly back to the ship wondering what would happen next.  I
could have got myself involved in one hell of a problem.  An officer having
a homosexual relationship with a crewman was not encouraged in the Merchant
Navy.  Quite the opposite and goodness knows what the situation was in the
Indonesian service.  How much would Xian tell - and to who?  Although I had
not shown the slightest hint of my lust for him on the voyage down from
England, at least I didn't think I had and certainly had tried hard not to,
and furthermore it was he who had found out where I was and invited himself
into my bed and, once installed there, had "seduced" me into a steaming
sexual encounter, I was still the officer and a consultant from another
country seconded to their ship.  "Ah well" I thought to myself, ""play it
as it comes." But I had to admit to myself, I was scared as to what might
be going to happen.

I clambered down the companion-ways to my cabin and unpacked the few things
I'd taken ashore with me.  There was a soft knock at the door and in came
Xian.  He looked at me with a smile, as he always did.

"You like run ashore?" he asked me.  "You have laundry, needs washing?"
So, it was to be "business as usual".  As Xian bustled around the cabin,
collecting up my gear, tidying up the clutter, he behaved exactly as he had
since I'd joined the ship.  Our night of sexual fulfillment might never
have happened.  Xian's only concession was a quick wink as he turned to
leave.

And so it was as we sailed South.  Neither by gesture nor action was our
shoreside meeting ever referred to nor did any of Xian's friends indicate
that there had been anything between us.  My apprehension diminished in
reverse proportion to my desire for my cute little cabin boy.  As we
steamed further South, into the Mediterranean and towards the Suez Canal,
the weather got hotter and hotter.  Sure the ship was fully air conditioned
but the Indonesians idea of cool was different to that of their European
colleague and for a short period the system broke down.  The heat down
below quickly increased and when Xian came into my cabin wearing a tight
tank-top and very skimpy, shiny nylon shorts through which I could make out
his sexy briefs of which I had excited memories, and with sweat beading on
his body, creating a waft of sharp, aromatic young-male body scents, (I
guess some people would find Xian's body odour offensive.  Not me - to me
it was a serious aphrodisiac) and my cock leapt to attention inside my
briefs and I had to exert maximum will power not to lean over and fondle
the cute, plump ass-cheeks that bobbed before my lust-filled gaze.  My
imagination was in overdrive.  Seeing his pert young buttocks, smelling his
man-scent, I could visualize wrenching down his shorts, exposing his
briefs-covered bottom, snuggling my face into the warm, soft material, the
amplification of man-smells , ripping down the briefs to expose his pert
little bottom and the glorious sight, smell and taste of that private
valley of lust.  Between those saucy young buttocks lurked that tight
muscled channel that I'd plundered with such vigor.  A gripping, clenching
orifice that had given both of us such gross pleasure.

Oh Hell!  Steady Andy!!  I had to remember that, to my huge relief, Xian
was playing it straight, totally straight and the least I could do was to
reciprocate.  Although straight was the last thing I wanted to be with him
and reciprocation and procreation were high on my list of needs!

That night I had a fantastic dream involving a hugely steaming session with
Xian.  Not the sort of dream a person could fail to remember on waking and,
in any case, the evidence inside my bed was certain proof of my nocturnal
excitement and emissions.  I didn't realise what a mess I'd made in my bed
until, half way through the morning, I dashed back to my cabin to collect
an electronic manual, to find Xian crouched over my bunk, sniffing deeply
at the stained sheet.  He straightened up with a guilty look on his face
and a serious lump in his groin. He stared at me for a second, gave a quick
wink as he had on the day after our shore excursions and shot out of the
cabin. I grinned.  And longed for him yet again.  Even though the broken
air-conditioning had some secondary advantages for me, I knew that I had to
help the 3rd Engineer to fix it and this we successfully did a couple of
days later much to the relief of the entire crew.

The transit of the Suez Canal was interesting as it as a first for me.  It
would be easy to dismiss the Indonesian sailors as clowns what with their
small bodies, cheeky grins and sometimes fun-loving behavior.  However I
found them to be damn fine seamen and I admired them for the way they
handled the ship and its gear.  I was enjoying the voyage with them - and
not just because of the scenery!

We emerged from the Southern end of the Canal and steamed down the Red Sea.
Hot.  Hot.  Hot.  I remembered reading that in the days of coal-fired
steamers, they sometimes would turn through 180° and steam Northwards,
into the wind, to allow a draught of air to get below to the stokeholds.
Poor young sweating sailors toiling down there, crouching down over the
coal bunkers, wearing just rags of clothes, my cock leapt for them!

It was a long time since the memorable visit to Corruna.  Many miles of
ocean had passed under our keel and I felt that I was earning my keep.  I'd
been working hard, teaching a very willing group of engineers about the
intricacies of their new ship.  They were fast learners and very keen to
absorb the technicalities of this complex support vessel.  teaching them
was a pleasure - and a frustration.  I wondered who, if anyone, Xian had
told about our night of passion.  Certainly if he had, they were being
souls of discretion.  Maybe I was flattering myself but I reckoned that, to
the Indonesians, a young burly blond European would constitute quite a
catch.  I had the feeling that if Xian had told any of his cronies what had
happened in Corunna, there would be a great amount of jealousy.  But I
never detected any problems and the young sailors were all as friendly and
helpful as they'd always been.  Now everyone was feeling itchy.  We all
needed a run ashore, a chance to get off the ship and stretch our legs -
and maybe other parts of our bodies.  The Captain must have been aware of
this because once we were past Aden he informed us that fuel was getting
low and that we would be putting into port for bunkers and a short break.
We'd remain in port for four days this time.

Sure enough, a couple of days later we hove to, picked up a pilot and the
ship was feeling her way into port.

To my delight there was a British ship in already and once we were secured
alongside I wandered over to "make my number".  I was well received on
board and on inquiring who her officers were, discovered that there were a
couple of good mates of mine from tech college.  They were staying port, as
we were, for a few days and they'd managed to get a couple of days shore
leave.  After a few f drinks with my friends I went back to my own ship and
arranged with the Captain for the same so that I could join them.

I dashed down to my cabin and threw together a few bits of gear I'd need.
The ever watchful Xian appeared as if by magic.

"What you do?" he asked with his beautiful grin.

"I'm going ashore for a couple of days," I told him.  "Back on Thursday."

"You go alone?"

"No, Xian, I've got some friends on that British container ship.  I'm going
off with them."

"You go hotel?"

"Yes, you little fiend and I wish I was going with you!"

Xian grinned.  "I wish too.  I wish that very much.  You naughty sexy man.
It is so b i i g g."  He chuckled to himself.  "So big and strong for me."

I sighed.  Another night like we'd had in Corunna.  Wow.  That would be
something else but too dangerous.  Thank goodness no harm had come from our
sex-fling but best not to repeat it, even though my lust was a-flame at the
thought.

"No chance, Xian," I said.  "Too dangerous."  Now he sighed, deeply and
looked sad.  Then he grinned wickedly, groped himself lewdly and departed.

I re-arranged my private parts where they had become painfully restricted
by my underwear, finished packing and proceeded ashore to join up with my
British friends.  I met them, as agreed, at a cafe where we drank a huge
quantity of booze and prattled on cheerfully about our cadet days and the
dreadful things we'd done.

After consuming great quantities of beer we emerged from the cafe and,
dragging our gear with us, arrived at quite a grand looking hotel.  The
other guys all arranged to bunk together in a family room but I wanted a
bit of peace and quiet as a break from the ship, so I opted for a room to
myself.  The place had a good looking restaurant so we decided to stop in
for a meal, badly needed at this stage to blot up some of the booze we'd
been swilling.

After the meal we left the hotel to continue the carousel.  It was great to
be with my fellow countrymen again.  Well bevied and feeling no pain.  I
was well drunk by now and having a great time.

"How're you getting on in that Indonesian ship then, Andy?" Dougal asked
me, "I seem to remember you weren't too much one for the girls in college.
You screwin' those cute little chinky-lookin' guys then?"  He nudged the
others and they all guffawed.

"Chance would be a fine thing," I answered.

"Go on, Andy" one of the others chided me, "they're all queer and shag like
rabbits."  Everyone laughed. "Plus they've got beautifully built bodies and
the cutest little bums you ever saw. And, come to think of it, you, you
blond-haired brute, young, hung and sexy, I bet they all fancy you rotten!"

"Well you seem to've made quite a study of 'em," said Mick, "fancy 'em
yourself then?"

"Any port in a storm" was the quick reply.

"No chance of a shag there," I said. "Anyway don't you remember the basic
rule, "Don't shit on your own doorstep - or shag there either.  Not on, Old
Boy" I added in a frightfully British accent.

That broke the spell.  They all laughed and we continued the character
assassination of all the Masters and Chief Engineers we'd ever sailed with.
Eventually, well after midnight, we reeled our way back to the hotel.

By now I'd forgotten all my licentious thoughts about Xian although, for a
fleeting second, they crowded back into my mind as I thought I glimpsed him
in the street outside the hotel.  We piled in and decided unanimously that
we just had to have one for a nightcap so we crowded into the bar.

"Hey come on Andy, what're you hanging about out there for?" shouted
Dougal.

I followed my mates into the hotel and we headed for the bar and a whole
lot more bevies.  By 2 am we were all well away and decided to call it a
night.  We staggered out of the bar, much to the relief of the barman, and
made our way to our rooms.  I unlocked my door, rolled into the room and
peered around.  I gazed at the bed - empty.  Of course it would be empty,
who else would be likely to be in it?!  Then I fell onto the bed - all
standing.  I just crashed into a deep sleep fully clothed and unwashed, too
drunk to do anything else!

I woke up next morning feeling like shit.  I wasn't used to drinking that
much booze and had a very serious hangover.  My head throbbed as much as my
prick usually did at that particular time of day.  I staggered into the
shower and after a long refreshing time, emerged feeling just slightly
better.  I went downstairs frantic for strong black coffee.  My mates were
already down there.

"Hey Andy, great night last night, eh?"

I nodded carefully.

"We've got to go and fast.  We're sailing in an hour's time, it was great
to see you again - all the best . . . " and they were gone.

I was OK, I didn't have to hurry so I returned to y room, got my act a bit
more together and decided to go and have a look at the shops and maybe
contemplate "a hair of the dog" that had bitten me the night before.  I
spent an enjoyable afternoon doing a bit of shopping, seeing the sights and
appreciating the chance of being on my own after the close confines of
shipboard life.  I popped back to the hotel for a siesta after lunch and
woke up after quite a while and, as I hadn't felt like eating all day and
was now very hungry, decided to investigate somewhere good to have dinner.
I found a great restaurant where I enjoyed a good meal with a superb bottle
of wine.

I emerged from the restaurant and, being on my own and feeling quite randy,
decided to find out if there were any "interesting" places in the port.
Ships and sailors - there was certain to be.  But where?

My natural predatory instinct took over and very soon I noticed a couple of
cute young guys wearing skin-tight jeans.  As they passed me, both of them
gave me a very close scrutiny, I watched their eyes travel from my face,
southwards to linger at my crotch.  After they'd gone by I turned my head
to find that they'd done exactly the same thing.  We locked eyes and
grinned at each other.  I turned and the slightly older guy said something
to me but I couldn't understand him.

"Do you speak English?" I asked him.  He continued to grin at me but
shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.  I looked hopefully at the other
cutey with the same result.  However they both continued to smile at me and
the first one gestured to me to join them.  I knew that this would not be a
problem, I reckoned that they could act as my pilots and guide me to a gay
venue.  I smiled at them and fell in beside them.

They lead me through some pretty dubious streets and eventually we stopped
at a nondescript and unmarked door.  One of them knocked and a shutter slid
open and an eye peered at us for a brief moment.  The door opened and we
were in.  Hmm.  Interesting.  The low-ceilinged room was dark but there was
sufficient light to see that it was crowded and the crowd was young, cute
and happy.  It was very hot and the air was filled with a heady odour of
sweaty, sexy young maleness.  I scanned the room carefully to see if there
was anyone in there from the ship.  Fortunately there was no one.

I felt I had to thank my two young beauties for enabling me to find this
sexual oasis.

"Wanna drink?" I asked them accompanying the question with an appropriate
quaffing gesture.  They nodded enthusiastically.  The older one said
something to the barman and three bottles of beer were produced.  I
tendered some notes.  I clinked my bottle against both of theirs and took
goodly gulp.  These two young guys were very cute in a twinky kind of way.
Young, sexy and desirable but how to proceed with a serious language
barrier?

I was considering the problem when I heard the door buzzer go.  The guy on
door duty flipped open the shutter and peered out.  He paused for a couple
of seconds and slid the door open.

In walked Xian!!

My heart leapt.  Wow.  Where had he sprung from?

"Xian - where have you sprung from?" I said, unable to hide my surprise and
pleasure.

"Sprung?  Please?  You not happy, not want see me, Andy?"

All the reserves I had kept bottled up on board flew away.  "Of course I'm
pleased to see you, Xian." I replied.

"Then what you do with these guys?" he inquired miserably.

"I've only just met them" I told him, "I saw them in the street, realised
they were gay guys and that they could lead me to somewhere interesting."

"They cute They you're type.  You love them, you not love me now."  He
looked downcast.

I leant towards him and patted him on the bum.  "Of course I love you,
Xian, don't be so jealous."  The two cuties watched all this and discretely
disappeared into the gloomy background, clutching their beers.  Xian and I
were left alone.

Hey Xian, I'm really happy to see you," I said and leant towards him again,
this time to plant a kiss firmly on his lips.  He recoiled and his eyes
rolled around the room.  Then he must have decided that it was safe,
particularly as there were several pairs of young guys locked together and
two of them engaged in highly erotic evolutions.  Now he moved towards me
and locked his lips to mine and I felt his tongue wriggle its way past my
own lips.  We disengaged.

"Hoe did you know I was here?" I asked him.

"I follow you." he said shortly.

"Followed me, from where?" I inquired.

"Follow you from hotel you stay.  You with friends last night.  I happy for
you with English friends, not boyfriends.  I no come in hotel.  I watch you
in morning.  In afternoon.  You shop.  You sleep.  You need sleep alone."
He grinned and shyly rubbed my thigh.

"You mean you have watched me all the time I've been off the ship?"

"Yes, I watch.  I love you.  I want to have again some fun." he replied.

"Well you must want it badly," I said, "to watch me for all that time."

"I very unhappy you meet cute young guys," he said, "I think you want other
man, you not want me."

I ruffled his hair, "You funny fellow," I said "I want you.  I want you
very much.  You're worth any two of these guys - you sexy little imp."  And
I put my hand between his legs and fondled him."

Xian grinned up at me, his eager eyes shining.  "We go now," he said. "We
go hotel, have sexy time like Cruna."

I swallowed my beer and walked towards the door followed closely by Xian
whose hand I could feel sliding across and then cupping one of my buttocks.

Once out in the street I looked around but I was hopelessly lost.  To get
to the place I'd just followed my cute young friends, paying more attention
to their sexy young bodies than to where I'd been going.  Happily Xian was
much more switched on and lead us out into civilisation and a taxi-rank.
He told the driver the name of my hotel and off we sped.  Sitting in the
back seat together I rubbed my hand on his muscley thigh but Xian gently
pushed me away.  I remembered the Oriental sense of shyness when anyone
else was around but, at the same time and with a jolt of lust, remembered
their uninhibited sexiness when alone with a lover.

We arrived at the hotel and I got out and went to pay the driver.  That
done I looked around to collect Xian.  Not there.  I looked wildly around.
He'd gone.  I couldn't believe it.  He'd just evaporated.  Filled with a
sense of disappointment and frustration, I collected my key and took the
lift up to my room.  I unlocked the door and walked in.  After all the
potential of the evening I was going to sleep alone.  Hell.  The funny
little devil.  Why had he played such a game on me?

I turned on the television and flicked sadly through the channels.  There
might be a porn channel that would help a bit.  There wasn't.  I had just
settled down and was watching a sort of cabaret show that had some hunky
long-legged and quite cute young male dancers when I heard a soft tap on
the door.  My heart leapt.  I walked across and opened it a chink, Xian!
He eased the door open a bit more and sidled in.  I closed the door,
wheeled around and scooped him up into my arms.  His legs left the floor
and then wrapped around my waist, gripping me with desire as our mouths
sought each others and our tongues started a duelling dance in our mouths.
Xian hummed with pleasure and humped his hips against my chest, grinding
his crotch into my body.  I put one hand behind his back, slid it down
until I was palming across his hot, sexy young bottom, feeling the soft
material of his jeans, the warmth from his body and his taught muscles,
contracting, driving, thrusting.  I was feeling the cute little bottom that
had held my fascinated and longing gaze day after day as the ship had
ploughed her way southwards.

"What the Hell? Xian" I exclaimed.

"I not come in with you.  Hotel not have to see you, me, together.  I come
special way to room." he explained.

No time for more explanations.  Time to make love.  To release passions
that had been bottled up for far too long.  I wanted Xian, wanted him
urgently, to penetrate and possess, and from his wriggling and fumbling
against me, he wanted me too.  NOW.

I disentangled myself from Xian's clutching embrace, walked across the room
and sat down on the end of the bed.  Xian followed me and sat down close
beside me.  I could smell the sexy body scent that had so excited me during
our previous sexual sessions. He shifted his body, the side of his arm
brushed against my bare arm and a shiver of lust shook me to the core.  We
both seemed to enjoy the contact, and the heat from our bodies only
heightened our arousal.

Xian's soft little hand lay across my crotch, he palmed my groin and
slipped it up and down my hardened prick.

"Mmmmm," he murmured, " I remember it.  Big.  Strong. Private stiff thing
just for Xian . . " .  He slowly eased the zip of my slacks down until he
could feel the material of my briefs.  More soft, fumbling caresses.  More
sounds of anticipation.  He started to rub the shaft of my cock,
tantalisingly slowly.  I looked into his dark almond-shaped eyes and,
unhurriedly, began to mirror his movements.  I gradually unpacked his rigid
little penis from the confines of his jeans, through the slot in his briefs
until it was available for my own sliding manipulations.  I stroked his
foreskin, gazing at his bulbous cockhead, peeping shyly from its skinny
housing, then I eased his foreskin slowly back, exposing the plump head.
Xian shivered with lust.

We continued to masturbate each other, both light headed from the
situation.  Having lost all of our inhibitions, I stroked his cock, slowly
but firmly. and I listened to Xian's words of encouragement mumbled in his
own language.  I lay back on the bed and I watched as his hand moved up and
down the length of my penis, faster now and my balls were gently bouncing
as his stroking hand slipped up and down my pulsing shaft, a broad smile of
satisfaction on his face as he enjoyed the intimacy of manipulating my
private parts.

I felt an urgent desire to have more physical contact with him, and rested
my hand under his balls, tickling, feeling, sliding right up in between his
legs.  He splayed them apart and humped his groin upwards so that I could
reach more intimate parts.

Now we were fighting.  Battling to give each other the greatest sexual
pleasure.  Xian was wriggling around trying to get his face into my groin,
his mouth onto my cock while I was determined to suck him to orgasm.  To
show that it was not only the Orientals who knew the art of cock-sucking a
man to a spurting explosion of spunk.  Xian was shouting with laughter as
our wrestling continued and then I started to tickle him.  He was lost.
Out of control with laughter and desire.  I knew I was soon going to strip
down his jeans, ease down his briefs and get to smell his groin again,
sniff his cock and balls all over and to pleasure his manly little tool by
licking, sucking, suctioning it so that it throbbed with passion.  It had
softened with the onset of my tickling but I knew I'd soon get that problem
sorted for him.

I seldom got the urge to suck on a man's cock but when I do, I love
it. When I slide a guy's cock in my mouth when its soft, slowly sucking it,
I love the feeling of it growing inside my mouth. Watching him getting
excited makes me excited, Sucking on something that's hard, hot and alive
gets me excited, Knowing that we're breaking the laws of society gets me
excited.  Mainly giving a guy pleasure through oral sex and watching his
face fill with lust.  I moved my hands to his jeans and pulled them right
down, over his muscular thighs, down his smooth legs, right down to his
ankles.  Then the same with his underwear.  Finally after all the week of
watching, fantasizing, I get to see the parts of him that I thought I might
never see again.  His cock, small and thick, he had a foreskin that would
make a cut person very jealous.  It was very tight and gripped his knob in
a cute fashion.  I picked it up with my tongue and gently slid it into my
mouth.  As I moved it in and out of my mouth I felt it slowly growing,
thumping. I slid my tongue down Xian's foreskin he moaned piteously. His
eyes were wide open, then they were shut but he had a smile on his face and
a look of sexual delight.  I moved my tongue slowly around the bulbous head
of his cock. I knew he was enjoying this but not as much as I was We did
this for a while longer, my slurping, sliding mouth suctioning his
throbbing rod.

Then I increased my pace and Xian was going out of control with lust.  He
grunted, he thrust, he groaned and then his whole body began to shudder
uncontrollably.  He humped desperately into my face, I was fondling his
cute little ball sack which now contracted, the skin becoming all hard and
wrinkly, his testicles tensed tight up to his crotch, I abandoned his balls
and slid my finger quickly under his ball-sack, deep between his legs until
I brushed against the tightly muscled orifice that lurked in its private
valley.  Without hesitation I plunged my finger in and up, deep into Xian's
hole.  Xian gave a deep, long guttural moan of ecstasy, he thrust forward
for the final lunge, he held completely still and then his love-juice
exploded from his steely rod, jet after hot jet of it, hick and white, into
my mouth, across my face, down my neck.  Hot, sweet-smelling thick white
sailor-boy jism.  I had seldom seen such a furious delivery of male spunk.
His anus gripped my finger, the ring desperately gripping the welcome
intruder. Xian's orgasm was awesome.  Totally and blissfully out of
control.  And it was my skill that had brought him off like a volcano!

"Andy!" he gasped after several seconds, "Andy, Andy, Andy."  His young
body gave several twitching aftershocks. "Ahhh Yessss Andy.  You so good.
I like.  No one ever done it better.  It was giant cum.  You my man, Yes,
you so, so good. I like so much"

After a very few minutes Xian began to come to life again.  I knew what he
was up to, he wanted my cock.  To suck it.  To show that he could minister
to it even better than I had to his.  He yanked down my jeans, tore down my
underpants and went after my stiff rod like a baby lamb after a teat.  No
chance!  I wrestled his face away.  I had other plans for my cute little
sailor-boy's oh so sexy body.  He struggled to get his mouth around my
cock.  I slipped it away from his searching lips and smacked it against his
cheek.  He chased after it again.  A smack to the other side of his face.

"I want it.  I want it" he moaned desperately.

"And you're not going to have it, my spunky lover.  Not in your mouth.  I
have other plans for where it is going."

I sprawled back on the bed and Xian's face darted towards my erection.  I
grabbed him and flipped him onto his front.  I gazed down at his pert
little bottom.  Pink, chunky, well- muscled and totally vulnerable to my
wishes.  I'd gazed at that bottom outlined in pairs of shiny nylon shorts
for days on end.  Now it was very soon going to be mine for the taking.
Naked and available.

Xian sensed what I wanted and realised that it was not so very different
from his ultimate desire.  He twisted and wriggled like a sexy fish and,
abandoning his attacks on my manhood he started sniffing, licking and
nipping at my body.  I lay there and let him explore.  He rubbed his face
backwards and forwards across my chest, trailing his nose through the soft,
thick blond hair.  He seemed to purr like a kitten.

"You hairy guy.  Smell good.  I like."

He snuffled around for quite a while, diving into my armpits and breathing
in deeply.  By now his little weapon was at full stand again.  He started
working down my body, across my stomach, pausing to sniff around my belly
button.  I knew where he was bound and stopped him as he was nuzzling his
nose into my pubic hair.

"Oh no you don't.  You aren't going to get my cock between your lips this
time.  I have other plans for where it's going to find itself, my young
torturer."

Xian sighed - chuckled - and nuzzled.

I had discovered that like me, Xian too really enjoyed sex - I felt that
like me he must basically just enjoy mens' bodies - the smell and feel of a
hard body.  The sound of a sexually aroused male is a turn-on.

Now was the time I had to go for it.  I had to push his legs over my
shoulders and ease them back so I could stroke my cock up and down his arse
crack and over his hole and then rear up and wipe my cock on Xian's balls.
I dominated him, my body mounted on his as he lay on his back in total
submission to my male passion.  I could take my time before I started the
urgent penetration that would lead to both our ultimate satisfaction.  The
taker and the taken.  I leant in to his compliant body and I slid my tongue
into his ear and I rubbed and gyrated on top of him and I smelt the sweat
coming from his body.

There he was shoulders on the bed, ass in the air.  My rock-hard man dick
released a giant drop of pre-cum that fell, like a spider building a web,
onto the back of his well-muscled, hairless calves.  Teasingly, I dragged
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 cock juice trail
between his ass cheeks.  Then, taking firm aim at his awaiting begging
hole, I penetrated my hard thick ready inches of dominance into his ass.

"Oh, yes, Andy, please fuck me, please fuck me, deeper, please sir, deeper,
harder. N O W W W."

I leaned over, driving my organ deep into his guts, his buttocks firmly
against my crotch, pubic bones meeting pubic bone, belly to belly, chest
against chest , my mouth sucking into his neck driving deeper and deeper
into my boy's ass, reveling in every square centimeter of man to man,
flesh-to-flesh contact.

>From deep within his core, I felt him shudder, contract, expand.  I
reached between our grinding groins to grab his pulsing, dripping cock and
pumped it furiously.

"Oh Fuck, Andy, stop, I can't ... I can't ... Agggghh ..." as I felt the
spurting of manseed and felt the gusher of white hot cum erupt from his
core.  I smelt the sharp, sweet odour of fresh man-sperm.

I straightened tall , pulled him up tightly to me, and began to slam my
enraged manhood in and out of his red bright hot hungry ass, then let my
awaiting hot stream of man-juice erupt deeply within the welcoming warm
depths of my sailor-servant.

Totally satisfied and satiated, I collapsed on the bed, shook and convulsed
gently with sensuous, passionate soul-stirring after shocks of deep
release.  I held my cute little oriental lover loosely in my arms as he
gently sucked on my hard and tender nipples, kissing my neck and ears, and
whispered "Oh thank you Andy, thank you."

We slept.  Deeply.