Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2008 13:09:48 +0100 From: Gary Cutter Subject: ROYAL NAVY CAPERS - A NIGHT IN MANILLA - 1 WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that anyway. These are stories of boys, youth and young men and once again they are FICTIONAL. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is PURELY COINCIDENTAL. Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them. MY STORIES (AND PARTS THEREOF) ARE GIVEN TO NIFTY AND ONLY NIFTY FOR DISTIBUTION AS THEY WISH.......... IF YOU WANT TO USE ONE OR TWO ON YOUR OWN HOME PAGE (OR WHATEVER) PLEASE ASK ME DIRECTLY. Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to NIFTY. Keep NIFTY free and keep NIFTY alive. ROYAL NAVY CAPERS - A NIGHT IN MANILLA 1 - Evening by G. Cutter I suppose this is a trip down memory lane, a story of my early manhood as well as a story of my Navy days. Andy wasn't called Andy but I'm not going to use his real name as he might even read Nifty or maybe his offspring will. He's could be dead by now as I'm on my way (sob) but here we go... hop on your time machine and let's go back to the early nineteen sixties, sixty two or three, I can't recall but I'll make up what I can't remember. To set the scene; I was on HMS Hermes in the Pacific at the time of this story. Hermes was one of our aircraft carriers and attached to the so called Far Eastern Fleet where we operated with other navies of the SEATO Alliance which was the eastern counterpart to NATO. The Korean War was still fresh in everyone's minds, what we called The Emergency in Malaya (before it was Malaysia and now Mayanmar) and the French troubles in what was then called Indo China. Communism was on the march and the oft quoted Domino Theory whereby the whole East became Red was very much on the on the new and old Empire's minds, the new Empire was America in case you missed the point and they certainly didn't want a communist South East Asia. Anyway, enough scene setting now down to the characters of which there are only three, myself, Mick aged twenty one and my sidekick or office second Andy. I'll introduce the third later on in the story. I was a Leading Signalman and ran a watch in the ship's signals office and Andy worked with me as typist and general dogsbody. He was barely seventeen and apart from being as tall as me weighed considerably less and was babyfaced, to be kind he was slender and I was muscled... there you go, that sounds better. In fact, with his baby face and slight build he looked like a tall fifteen or even fourteen if the light caught him right. He'd joined the ship at Portsmouth before we left and had come fresh from his training, I'd got lumbered with him and he'd been on my watch ever since. I don't think he was too happy working in the office but at sea he got to stand watch on the Flag Deck and Bridge which made a break, he was a funny lad insofar he was so bloody surly, you hardly ever saw him laugh and I wondered at times if he'd regretted joining the Navy (as many did) as he was certainly a square peg in a round hole. Knowing what I know now I would have realised he was going through his teeny angst spell but we didn't believe in that in those days especially in the Navy. You joined the Navy and you were expected to act like a man be you sixteen or seventeen Dont forget in those days we still had Boy Seamen onboard who joined fresh from Dr Barnardos Homes at fifteen for God's sake. They had their own messes, their own pecking order and were the only ones onboard who could still be caned... believe it, it was was perfectly true. The Good Old Days... rickets, aristocracy and kids up chimneys. I suppose I'd better get to the point, I was in love with Andy or more likely in lust. I wanted to bed him, I didn't really want to marry him. I suppose over the year I'd put so many moves on him it would be hard to believe now. I'd be done for sexual harassment in this day and age and he took it all in his own unhappy way and at least by the time we got to the Pacific he'd plucked up the courage to tell me to fuck off... some progress at last. You'd need to have been in the Navy of the day to understand what went on, grabbing a youngster's bum was quite commonplace (if you were that way inclined), an example being that on my first ship after training one of the older guys quite openly shared a bunk with another a couple of times and we youngsters didn't dare comment. I suppose it was a bit like we understood Boarding Schools to be, the older preying on the younger sort of thing and in some cases youngsters getting crushes and more on the older men. This was the old Navy and I suppose being in an exclusive male society people with certain inclinations just let themselves go. Anyway, with Andy I'd tried and tried and got nowhere, I was beginning to think he was as straight as a ruler, even homophobic as we say nowadays. I don't know, I just had a feeling but I was getting nowhere, probably too blatant about it. I thought he might go given the right circumstances but I could be wrong there. He came in after a spell out on deck with a grin on his normally glum face. 'Loads of ships out there, Yanks, French even a Dutchy.' 'Loads of signals to type as well,' I gave him one of my looks. 'Clickety click, buddy boy,' I nodded at the antique typewriter. 'Right,' he settled down and he was away and I got back to logging the stuff and passing it into his intray. I heard the engines go astern and waited for that peculiar noise or lack of noise that comes at moments like this. A clanking and banging audible throughout the ship and the engines stopped, we were secured to a buoy. 'You been here before?' 'Yeah, about eighteen months ago on the old Carysfort, a right scrapheap.' 'What's it like?' 'Grotty,' I laughed. 'Don't go ashore on your own and don't go down any alleys. The boys and girls look tasty but they've all got big minders or nasty chums.' 'I don't chase boys and girls,' he answered primly probably scoring one for himself on his private score board. 'Nor do I,' I grinned. 'Just seventeen year olds.' 'I sussed that out,' he replied with a sneer which looked rather nice on him. God, I fancied him so much I was besotted. When it got really hot and we sat in the office barechested I could hardly keep my eyes off his narrow chest and coral pink nips, I could have bloody well eaten him... and I would given half the chance. Backtracking a bit, I had to try avoid using the bathroom when he was in there showering, the sight of his naked body had me popping an instant stiffy, he snowy white high riding bottom, God. The phrase that came out in one of the Arnie movies recently... a bum like a ten year old boy... applied to him totally with one outstanding difference, he had a dick like a donkey. His penis at it's relaxed stage had to be a five incher, it may even have hardened at the same five inches but I suspected it grew as most did. I never was a one for dick's but I'd make the exception with him just get to the rest of him if you follow my train of thought. I wanted him and by that I mean all of him, sod the top and bottom label I'd go for what I could get. 'Pretty cheap all the same,' I drew myself back to our little chat. 'I'm skint,' he mumbled. 'Payday's all to cock,' he grumbled and he was right. We got paid fortnightly and typically we'd arrived in Manilla on a blank week. 'Come with me at lunchtime,' I suggested vaguely. 'I'm only getting a few bits and pieces and maybe a drink and a meal.' 'Told you, I'm broke,' he looked at me and then I knew that maybe this was the moment I'd been waiting for. 'I can lend you twenty or thirty dollars, we'll be at sea for next payday. An offer you can't refuse,' I grinned. 'Yeah, you're after something,' he scowled again but I could see he was wavering. Mind you we'd never been ashore together before. When he went he normally teamed up with the younger signalmen. Money speaks as they say and this would probably be the only visit to the Phillipines we'd get as we normally rotated between Singapore and Hong Kong. 'Only your sweet body.' 'Not in this lifetime,' he laughed which was a rarity for him. 'I dunno...' 'Take it or leave it,' I kept a straight face, I didn't want to seem too pushy but as I may have said, I had been here before and knew how powerful the local booze was and a reasonable hotel. I had nothing to lose after all. 'Alright,' he finally surrendered almost meekly and just a trifly shyly, he was probably embarassed but the thought of going to the Phillipines and not even setting foot ashore had swung the deal. At once my evil mind started to spin. The plot was the oldest in the world, get the prey boozed up, get him groggy, take him to a hotel and two in a room should do the trick. Of course outdrinking him was a problem as I wasn't a great drinker but maybe he'd relax and maybe be a bit more friendly once we were away from the ship. That, by the way, was a major angle in my little operation. I knew that once away from the community of the job and the workplace people changed. Hopefully, Andy would relax just a bit and then a bit more. I wasn't expecting him to throw himself into my arms but why not? There's no harm in hoping. We were on the fifteen hundred boat and the heat of the day was just about beginning to ease off a little, for night leave we wore half whites which was the normal white suit without the top half which was a pain, we just wore the long trousers opposed to shorts with the normal top. A small and very minor inconvenience of Naval uniforms at the time was that you had two small pockets and carrying anything was a pain. Apparently the designers never thought that anyone would want to carry cigarettes, lighters, even bunches of keys... to repeat, the uniform was a pain in the arse but it certainly suited dishy boys and Andy was one of them, his trousers were so tight you could even see the outline of his briefs but fortunately the inside pockets at the front hid his bigger asset. These were the old sailor trousers by the way which had a drop flap at the front and buttoned crossover pieces inside. Well, we got ashore and the first trip was a meander down the harbour front, a nice relaxing sit down with a chilled beer and a leisurely survey of the passing hoi poloi. Beggards and pimps abounded but they left us alone, perhaps they even suspected it was man with his boy which was certainly more than Andy thought. He was over the moon and to be a seventeen English boy in the central Pacific was really something, he was from Leeds in the Midlands which doesn't really measure up. There were as many foreign sailors as Fillipinos, the place was a shambles but everyone was smiling and having a laugh. The nightlife was starting early and Shore Patrols were already walking the walk. I took him down the market and we must have toured the tourist shops and stalls for a good hour without buying anything, Andy was a ditherer and he had two crisp ten dollar notes in his pocket which I think he was scared to break into. We sat down at the end of the market and I suggested we did our shopping before we got the boat in the morning, that brought him back to life. 'In the morning?' He looked at me in surprise. 'We don't have to be back until eleven, we can catch the ten thirty boat which gives you a chance to get any odds and ends in the morning.' 'Where we staying?' He looked at me as if I was from Mars. The thought of overnighting hadn't crossed his mind but there would be many taking the opportunity of cheap hotels and the International Fleet Club. 'I know a hotel, I stopped overnight last time, it's nice and clean and they do a room service.' 'Room service?' He looked at me dumbly. 'Yeah. If you want a drink they truck it up for you. It's better than hanging around bars if you're a bit woozy and sleepy. Get in the hotel and chill out,' I grinned. 'Sit out and have a drink on the balcony and watch the world go by.' 'Have we got enough money?' I liked the 'we' but no matter. 'No probs,' I glanced at him and he seemed a bit bemused but, hey, what's new with teenagers, they haven't changed that much in fourty five years. I was trying not to act over keen and it was working. Just two boys together in a hotel room and he was swallowing it hook, line and sinker. Christ, I crossed my legs, I was getting hard thinking of him peeling those tight white trousers off. Surely if I could get him down to his briefs I had to get somewhere. 'Zonk it around seven, we did have a night watch last night after all. If we catch a couple of hours kip we can always wander out later when the place had livened up.' 'True,' he looked at me a little uncertainly. 'It's upto you.' 'Good.' I liked that, he was putting himself in my hands the fool and here I was almost drooling. 'Let me buy you a nice Chinese meal.' 'Yes sir.' He gave me another of his rare grins, it seemed the break with the ship was doing him good, of course, not spending any money must have sweetened his mood somewhat. I'd also set a record. I'd actually had him on his own for approximately three hours and he was beginning to unwind. I wondered then and I still wonder now: Did he know what I was upto or was he a complete innocent? I never did get around to asking. We had our meal at a quite nice place which was a bit short on sailors which was even nicer, we had more beer and I could see he was flagging. He clearly wasn't a drinker pretty much the same as myself but I had a tolerance for alchohol and he didn't. At one stage I could swear he was going to fall asleep. A combination of little sleep the night before due to our nightwatch and the booze was getting to him, I could finish up having sex with a sleeping boy if we got that far. 'A stroll down the front, a quick beer and then the hotel?' I looked at him willing him to reply with a yes. 'Yeah,' he grinned slightly drunkenly. 'A shower and a good kip, I'm half asleep already.' I let that one go, I was determined not to crack any funnies and set alarm bells off. This was like playing a fish, a tug, a slow wind in and let it run a bit, I was on a knife edge but the more I looked at him the more I wanted him. I could finish up in gaol after tonight but I would have him by fair means or foul. We took a slow stroll down the dockside which was crowded with small boats, bumboats, sampams, warship's liberty boats... you name them, they were there. I did notice that Andy got a few crafty glances as did I. I should think a lot of the sailors at least thought we were an odd couple, to the natives, with an apology for any colonial slur, there was nothing new under the sun and an adult sailor with a boy in tow was nothing new on the Manilla harbour front. We stopped of at an open air bar at the end and had another couple of drinks, at least Andy did but I managed to spill most of mine... subtle or what? In the end I guided him out, the hotel I had in mind was just around the corner and I had used it last time I was here. As well as being clean, tidy and well organised it was also like those three monkeys, see, hear and speak no evil was a good motto for the place. It was a bit expensive but safe and I had enough money for what I wanted. 'Hey, that's posh,' Andy stood and looked at the place goggle eyed but I hustled him along, it wouldn't do for the Patrol to come across us in his state, he need a shower and a lie down before he fell down. Once in the reception area I dumped him on a bamboo sofa right under a big ceiling fan and went to do my business at the counter. Funnily enough it was the same kid who had looked after me the last time I was here and obviously older but just as tasty, unfortunately or fortunately he didn't seem to recognise me. 'I'd like a room for the night.' 'Two of you?' The olive skinned youth raised an eyebrow. I nodded. 'Alarm call, sir,' he grinned toothily. 'No, but we could use a breakfast around nine thirty.' 'It is done,' he scribbled on a pad. 'Sign here, sir.' He pushed a ledger towards me. 'Double bed, balcony and large shower.' 'Double bed sounds good,' My voice dropped and I smiled. 'I was here about eighteen months ago. No changes?' 'Nothing changes, sir,' he laughed softly. 'Room 102, up the stairs and down the end, nicely out of the way.' 'Thanks, can you send six bottles of Tiger up in a while,' I rustled my US dollars and he did a quick calculation and took the total including the beers and the breakfast. 'Sleep well, sir,' he grinned and nearly laughed, it was all of seven o'clock in the evening and here I was bearing a boy off to bed just as all the fun was starting down the main drag and on the waterfront. I could see by the way he studied Andy who seemed to have slipped into a coma that he knew exactly what the score was. In fact, if Andy proved difficult I'd be ringing room service for a little more than beer, maybe a Fillipino cuddle and he'd do just right but Andy was the priority for right now. Clutching my key I walked over to him and shook his shoulder. Not bad, he was awake in an instant if a triffle groggy. 'Rooms fixed, kiddo. I've got a few beers coming up in a minute.' 'Goody,' he grinned and wobbled to his feet and followed me as I led off. This sounded very much like the room I had last time but my memory wasn't all that good although it's a damn sight worse now. I was a bit heavily involved with a Fillipino youth on that previous stop over. Good sex but he nearly sent me back on a stretcher, he didn't know when to stop. In fact and this is truly true, he was the first boy who ever got to fuck me, up until then I'd always played the active partner so perhaps history might repeat itself. 'Here we are,' I opened the door and guided him in. He took a quick look around and beetled off to what was pretty obviously the bathroom and I heard the rush of his urine as he downloaded. He came back slightly red faced but obviously relieved (get it) and plonked himself down on the small two seater sofa which faced the large open windows which opened out onto a small balcony. 'Well. this is it,' I stood behind him and placed my hands on his shoulders. 'Just you and me.' 'Right... don't get any funny ideas,' he muttered and stretched his legs but I noticed the package. His groin didn't match upto his denial, he was bulky to say the least. I sensed a bout of embarassment coming on as he crossed his legs. Dontch just love it when people cross their legs, they either need a pee (which he'd just had) or they're trying to hide something. 'I'm going to have a shower, some beer should be up shortly...' 'Well, I'd better have the shower first you can answer the door.' Bloody teenagers they are just so contrary but that suited me just fine. I was still a bit vague about how I was going to tackle my little seduction but getting some clothes off was a good start. 'Go ahead,' I shrugged and started to peel my white front off. These are the white vest type things British sailors wear with the blue neck band. They are cotton and normally worn tight to look sexy I suppose. If I could see into the future then I would have known that our uniform was going to modernise in a year or so and everything would get to be baggy and sailors would finish up walking around like sacks of poo... but I didn't have a crystal ball so all that remained firmly in the future. 'Gissa tug,' I bent over and he helped peel the thing off, it was stuck to me with my own perspiration and I draped it over the dresser to dry out, at least with the removal of my shoes and socks I was down to the bell bottom white trousers and briefs. I returned the compliment and helped him with his overtight white front and watched him as he dithered about. 'I hope they've got some towels in there,' he nodded at the bathroom and toilet he'd just visited. Zero out of ten for observation there, Andy, I thought. 'They have,' I replied confidently. The more I thought back the more I was convinced it was the same room as last year and if I remembered correctly there was a shower stall big enough to fit a football team in. Mind you a couple of randy lads with a couple of the local girls would need a big shower. 'OK, then,' he made off to the bathroom still partially clothed and I just sat there relaxing but not for long. Five minutes later there was a knock on the door and my Fillipino from downstairs was there with six chilled bottles without glasses I noticed. 'The chiller works,' he nodded to the unit in the corner of the room. 'Have a nice night,' he handed the tray across. 'Thanks,' I took the tray from him and managed to brush his fingers with mine. I looked at him and he looked at me... He grinned and I reckoned he was a pretty obvious number three if Andy came out of his shell, if Andy did anything that, was let alone come out of a bloody shell. He nodded and was off. I stuck the beer in the chiller and switched it on, Andy had drunk enough to be honest and I wasn't in the mood for beer, I had other priorities. First and foremost was to do something, I'd get nowhere stooging around doing bugger all. To be honest I was in a mess, I didn't know if he had me sussed out, surely after a year working for me he must know but perhaps he thought all the groping and harassment were acts... I was one of the good guys after all? Perhaps and this was a very big perhaps, he was ready for a game and there was only one way to find out. I quickly dropped my whites and dropped my briefs. Fortunately my nerves must have killed my erection as I entered the bathroom I was extended as they say but not fully erect. He was slowly moving under one of the twin shower heads gently swaying and just letting the water wash over him. He had his back to me and I nearly fainted at the sight of his alabaster bottom with the tepid water flowing over it and into his tight crack. He half turned with a look of surprise on his face or it might even have been of fright. 'What ya doing?' 'Showering, dummy,' I stood under the adjoining shower and turned it on running the water and luxuriating in the lukewarm flow. He shuffled around so that his bum was still facing me. Odd. 'Want your back washed?' 'Fuck off,' he squealed. Well, that told me but not to be put off I grabbed a sponge, soaped it up and slipped it onto his shoulders. 'Mickeee,' he wailed, flinched like a little boy but stayed as he was. I could feel him trembling as I washed him but as I attempted to turn him around he resisted. 'No don't,' he almost sobbed. 'Whassup, Andy. I'm not going to rape you.' 'That's good,' he replied with an uneven laugh. My problem was that all my mental control had gone actually feeling his slender and soapy body in the raw as it were for the first time. I was so near and yet so far. I moved in and my hardness glanced across his wet cheek and he leapt as if electrocuted. 'Jeez, Andy,' I snorted in annoyance I suppose. I was getting the hump and dropping the sponge gave his shoulders and taut neck muslces a soapy massage, I was so hard now I couldn't go back, I attempted to turn him again. 'Mickeee...' The same plaintive wail but this time he slowly turned with his eyes everywhere but on me and I stepped back in shock. Hiis dangly five incher or whatever I'd called it previously was fully erect with it's foreskin in full retreat and his dark red glans bulged as if poised to leap. OK, a bit over the top there with the purple prose but you know what I mean. This kid was so ripe he was about to detonate. 'Micky,' he moaned and his eyes dropped. 'I can't help it.' 'Perfectly natural,' I croaked and put my soapy hands on his waist drawing him closer until our erections collided and slipped upwards between our bellies. 'This is so queer,' he moaned as I put my arms around him and held him to me, moments later I felt his arms go around me, at last we were getting somewere. 'Never done any boy on boy stuff?' I kept my voice down and asked the question as if it were the most natural thing in the world. 'No.' His head was against my chest and I resisted the temptation to grab his tight little buns. 'Always a first time.' 'One for your scorecard,' he sounded bitter. 'Micky conquers the Virgin Queen.' 'What?' 'That's what a couple of the others onboard call me, the younger ones.' 'Ignore them, they can suspect but they won't know and I won't be talking out of turn.' I played what I hoped was my mastercard. 'I'm not going to tell everyone I was fucked by my office boy.' I felt him stiffen and I was sure I could hear his mind go into overdrive. He was a smark kid, he'd heard what I'd said but he was having a bit of trouble taking it in. 'I thought you were...' I pushed him away a little and tilted his face up to look him in the eyes. 'As far as I'm concerned it's fun all around in private. Whatever you want to do, do it.' I pulled him back in and this time I felt his hands slide down onto my buttocks. I nearly spoilt it by kissing his wet neck but as he flinched away I pulled hin in tight again but he was alright, I'd guided his mind onto the fight track. 'Aw, Jeez,' he moaned and I reckoned his juvenile mind was in a turmoil. 'You need relief and you're not spunking it away on the bathroom floor... understand.' 'Yeah...' he suddenly giggled and made a little pelvic thrust. I had him netted. Well, the front for sure, I didn't know about the back. The thing was he had what every horny youth needs, a promise. He knew perfectly well that he could have me before the night was out and he would go for it, I knew that as surely as I knew I was going to suck him dry in the very near future. 'I've got the beers in the fridge,' I returned his little thrust and slowly ran my hands up and down his smooth flanks, very smoothly and slowly and this time he didn't flinch, he just pressed in and I felt his stiff cock mash against mine. 'You trying to get me drunk?' 'No,' I relied quite honestly. I didn't want him drunk, I wanted him as he was, relaxed and seemingly willing. I was confident in my ability to please him and hopefully he'd respond in kind. If not, then I'd get him drunk. 'Come on let's get dried off.' We towelled seperately but I could feel his eyes on me all the time and this time unlike onboard there was no trying to hide the bits. I'd seen him fully erect, he'd seen me and he was quite proud of what he had. He was well developed plus and he damn well knew it. He sat on the bed with his damp towel around his middle but I was hot on the track now, no more dawdling. I sat alongside him and gently pressed him back onto the bed. 'Mickeee,' he gave a half hearted protest but he didn't mean it, he had a slight smile on his baby face and he was waiting to see what I would do to him. He didn't have long to wait. I dropped my head onto his belly savouring the slightly damp skin and worked my tongue around his navel but also lay my hand on his penis within it's towelling cover. 'Aaaah,' he groaned and rested his hands on my head lightly. If he didn't know what came next then he really was a dummy. I gently folded the towel apart exposing his jerking and totally solid cock, it even had a bead of precum oozing from the slit of his bulging and distended glans. I kissed his lower belly and nuzzled at his light haired curly pubics and then grasping his hot shaft licked the milky white bead from the tip. I think he nearly passed out at that stage but holding it firmly I sank my mouth over his swollen knob, closed my lips on it and gave it a gentle suck tasting the slipperiness of his seed in my mouth. 'Aaaaaaaah,' he gave a long drawn out sigh and went limp. That was it, I smiled as I started to run my lips up and down his steely shaft, salivating and sucking. I tickled around his glans with the tip of my tongue and then moved down onto his smooth scrotum taking in his tight nuts and gently wanking his spit slicked stem. 'Micky...' he sighed and gently pumped into my mouth. All his inhibitions were gone, goodbye shyness and hello slut boy. As I took him into my mouth again he moved faster shagging into my throat and grasping my short hair as he fucked. I took my chance and reached under him grasping one smooth buttock in each hand, squeezing and moulding the jellylike flesh as he pumped up and down. 'Mmmmfph,' I sucked away feeling him getting harder and harder, and finally going frantic as his heat built. I was half expecting it but he let go without any warning and suddenly my mouth was full of his salty bland cum, I swallowed to get another mouthful as he rammed into my mouth nearly choking me. 'Calm down. Andy,' I laughed holding his slippery cock upright to get a third streamer of warm youth spunk splattered across my jaw and lips. 'Oh, my Gawd,' he whimpered and a final splash bubbled up and squirted over his smoothly rounded belly. ''Horny boy,' I whispered admiringly and took his dripping cock into my mouth yet again sucking it clean and squeezing the last little drop from his slit. 'You are such a perv,' he whispered still playing with my hair as I lapped out his navel and the puddles on his belly. The next move caught him by surprise all the same. I quickly slipped up his body gluing my lips to his. He gave a strangled squawk as my spunk smeared mouth descended on his and my tongue pressed against his tightly clamped lips. As he half heartedly pushed against me I pinched his nose off and as he opened his mouth for air my tongue shot inside transferring my spit and his cum into his wet warmth. He gave up in the end and we shared our first guilty kiss. ''Doesn't taste of anything,' he whispered as we parted and looked at each other. 'Pretty disgusting all the same.' 'Why, it's ours, our babies.' 'Jeeeeezus,' he closed his eyes and turned away. That was it, I spooned up against him and my stiffness pressed up against his crack. 'No chance,' he laughed and turned around again to face me. At least he was laughing, I had the feeling now that the ice was broken in a manner of speaking we were going to get on like a house on fire. His penis was still heavy and stretched, he wasn't finished yet. Bearing in mind the way he carried on I suspected he was in denial, he was a healthy boy and he had juice to spare, there was just a small matter of payment. 'You alright... apart from being disgusted?' 'Yeah,' he looked at me and covering his eyes giggled. 'It's still early,' I fished my watch from my trousers leaning out of the bed to do so and the cheeky sod was up behind me in a flash. I felt his soft lump harden as he rubbed up against my rear and I let him, it was rather nice and I felt quite guilty as I pushed back gently. 'It's only gone seven.' 'We've got all night,' his hot breath fanned my neck and he moved against me a llittle more forcefully. 'Later, baby,' I laughed. I pushed him back into the centre of the bed and rolled him over as he laughed and giggled doing his mock fight back. He wasn't fighting, he was going through the motions and he knew what I was after this time or he did once I spread his silken cheeks and ducked my head. 'Jeeezus,' Micky, he clutched the pillow as I lapped into his crack and parted his buns sighting his brown pucker and the tight little hole dead centre for the very first time. 'I'm gonna fuck you for this,' he threatened. 'I can't wait,' I laughed, there you go, I'd said it, it was upto him now. He'd more or less given me the go ahead, payback didn't worry me, as he'd said we had all night and what goes around comes around. We could probably fit in a couple of snoozes along the line somewhere. I produced the little tube I'd found on the bathroom shelf, it was a handcream or maybe even a sex aid but it was slippery and sweet smelling as I'd found out on investigation, it was also heaven sent as I'd never even thought of getting any lube or starters as we Navy types called it. I squirted some onto my finger and ran it deep into his crack and he threshed about a bit and then twitched as I smeared it over his hole and slowly and gently pressed. He gave a shuddering groan as my finger broached him and sank into his incredible tightness and heat but he'd fully surrendered now with remarkably little fight. I'd been anticipating a long and weary struggle before we made love, even a gentlemanly rape but that wasn't going to happen. Horny dog wanted me and he knew the only way he was going to get what he wanted was to play the game all the way. 'Micky,' he sighed and I felt him go limp as I kissed his smoothly silken pure white orbs and worked my finger in and out of his virgin hole easing and lubricating. 'Don't hurt me,' he whispered. 'Never,' I promised and reached under him running a quick check... good, he was fully hard again and I knew I was on a winner. He was a willing virgin even if he was after my arse... I played with him for some time until I had my finger deep in his gut and he was really relaxed then came stage two. I slipped my finger free and with some more oil intruded two fingers which stretched him even further and brought forth more moans but now he was pushing up against my thrusts, he was just about ready to lose his cherry and I was going to be the one to pop it. 'This is so secret,' he whispered into the pillow. 'If anyone finds out about this I'll die.' 'Don't be silly,' I kissed up his spine slipping my knees inside his and spreading his legs. He tensed up as he had a damn good idea what was about to happen but I told him to relax and to push out a little. As he did I located my weeping knob at his hole and gave a gentle push and he opened up to welcome me. He did gasp, he did moan and he did clasp the pillow in a death grip but I was in him and once I'd gained an inch or so he seemed to accept the intrusion into his body. 'Cor, that feels funny,' he gave a slightly hysterical laugh into the pillow but I wasn't done yet. I slid in another inch and then slowly and carefully started to move to and fro into his delicious bottom. It was beautiful, so tight but so soft and his skin was flawless. I kissed the back of his neck as I moved to and fro, still slowly and ever gentle as I worked my way in until I felt my pubics press against his bottom. 'Aaaaah,' he expelled breath and tightened on me and then relaxed as if experimenting. He pushed up onto my movements and I moved a little faster. The lube was brilliant, I never found out what it was but it was like fucking an oiled velvet tunnel and one that grasped you and squeezed to complete the treat. He was over the initial entry now and was pushing up harder to match me as I fucked him harder but not violently. We could try some rough stuff later but for now it was all the sweetness and light bit. I took him onto his side for a bit and fucked that way which enabled me to hold his now fully hard penis and he seemed to like it but in the end he was shoving back into me so hard I took him onto his belly again and went for it. The final onslaught, the climax. I supported myself on my forearms either side of his torso and just glided in and out digging deeper and harder at every thrust until he was writhing and begging me to finish it off. Having said that, he'd achieved a rythm of pushing back up onto me as I slipped in as if demanding more. I dropped my head to nuzzle at his now sweaty neck and kiss the side of his face as he craned his head around to the side. 'You alright?' 'Rapist,' he chuckled and gave another of his little push ups. 'Nothing like I thought it'd be.' 'Good?' 'Acceptable,' he grunted. 'Big dick.' 'You're no midget.....' I stopped talking. I could feel that burning sensation and my dick itched. It was like a loaded gun awiting to be fired and I dropped onto him ramming and thrusting to my climax. 'Aaah, Micky,' he sobbed as I jerked and throbbed inside him. I seemed to cum forever as I felt squirt after squirt of my pent up creamy juice shoot up into his sweet body. 'Oooh..er' he giggled and clutched the pillow as my shaft buried deep in his gut continued to spurt and squirt until I was moving on a coating of my own spunk and it was now so easy and unfortunately now all over. I'd taken his virginity and was sheathed in his cum drenched hole. Andy was mine and he didn't seem in the slightest concerned, in fact, he squeezed on me and pushed back as if unwilling to let go. The surly baby faced youth had turned into a lover but it was early days yet, he could still go into the super remorse stage but I was betting that he wouldn't. I just had the feeling that this was the start of something big, no more boring night watches, we may have gained a mutual hobby. We would have to exercise care and total secrecy but this was too good to spoil but I'm getting ahead of myself, we still had a long night ahead. 'That was so good,' I wriggled inside him as I started to come down both physically and mentally. My sex was softening and as I slipped free I grabbed the damp towel and patted and dried spillage and oil from between his legs. 'I feel all squishy,' he rolled onto his back and gazed up at me. 'Was I good?' He asked innocently as if awaiting praise. 'Brilliant.' We kissed and this time there was certainly no false modesty, my tongue slipped into his mouth to meet with his and they enjoyed a little slither together until we parted and lay side by side at peace with each other and the world. I pulled the cover up over us and we listened to the muted noise from the outside in the street. The Manilla night was starting but we were safe in our cocoon and I was pretty sure after a little recovery he would have his own thing to do and it wouldn't have anything to do with getting dressed and touring the Manailla night life. We dozed off and I was awoken from a quite decent nap by a soft knock on the door. I jerked awake and looked at Andy, the covers were down to his waist displaying his beautiful boy's body but I wrapped a damp towel around my waist and went to the door. To my surprise it was the receptionist of bellhop, whatever he was and he was standing with a big beam on his face. He gave me a very long and cool up and down and stood back. 'Laundry, we do an overnight service if you're interested.' I could sense that he was trying to see into the room so stood back a trifle just allowing him to see Andy in the bed. 'You could do our white fronts, our shirts,' I suggested. 'Come in.' How's that for bold? 'Yeah,' he grinned and stepped inside the door, I could see that his eyes were trained on my sleeping buddy like cannon. 'Good afternoon?' His voice had dropped to a whisper. 'Excellent,' I grabbed our two white fronts and he inspected them. 'A couple or three hours,' he smiled again. 'I'll drop them up when I finish later.' 'Sounds good,' I grinned. 'That's Andy by the way.' 'Beautiful boy.' We were by the door and still communicating in whispers. 'We like versatile visitors,' I reached out and grasped his groin happy to feel his thickness and turgidity. 'Later?' 'Yeah,' he gulped and grinned recovering himself. 'In three hours?' 'So be it,' I gently pushed him into the passage and closed the door. Wow, I'd really dropped myself in it now and all on the spur of the moment. God knows how Andy was going to feel about a third person joining us... he'd probably go ballistic but there was only one way to find out. I returned to the bed. It had just gone nine, the evening had barely started but it also meant that the Fillipino who's name I didn't even know would be arriving around midnight. Shit, I had some fixing to get on with. 'Who was that?' Andy mumbled blearily as I cuddled up to him and rubbed my soft meat against his smoth bottom. 'The Fillipino kid taking our fronts to wash and iron.' 'Oh,' he took a moment to take that is. 'He was quite nice if you mean the one on the desk.' Amazing, and I thought he was asleep when I was signing in, it just goes to show that you shouldn't understimate people. 'I think he fancied you,' I ventured. 'After I've done you,' he replied calmly and rolled over to face me. Why wasn't I surprised to feel his stiff cock press into my groin and his arms reach out. 'My turn,' he gave me a slight smile and quite confidently pulled me inwards. Golly gosh, I grinned as I felt him embrace me and then his lips on mine. His shyness had certainly gone on walkabout. 'Come on, Micky,' he whispered and rubbed his face against mine. 'Fair's fair and you did promise.' 'Randy teenies,' I moaned and turned my back on him. 'Use that oil, it's under the pillow.' 'I love domineering men,' he giggled and I felt his dry stiffness nudge up against my crack. I really couldn't believe I was doing this, allowing myself to be done by a bloody youth but then again I could barely believe he was doing it. He'd either been pulling an act for the last year or so or was a bloody good actor, I suppose the third option was that he'd tried it, he'd liked it and now he wanted to pig out. I preferred to think the latter, it stroked my ego a bit to think that I had a hand in his conversion if that's what it was. 'Steady...' I flinched as I felt his fingers between my cheeks stroking deep and then running across my hole, he certainly wasn't wasting any time. 'Take it easy, you're a bit on the big side.' 'You liked it earlier on,' he pointed out. 'And for the rest of the night,' I laughed shortly and then held the pillow as I felt his oiled cock spear between my cheeks and it felt bloody huge... come to think of it, it was about the same size as mine, a man sized cock on a skinny kid's body but it was too late now for second thoughts. His swollen and slippery knob was rubbing between my cheeks and I felt the initial pressure on my pucker as he breathed warmly on my neck. 'This is fantastic,' he breathed heavily and pushed opening me up. Be fair, I wasn't a virgin by a long shot but I hadn't had it this way for some time and I grabbed the pillow even more fiercely and groaned as I felt his outsized knob penetrate me and then the pressure eased a little. 'Ooooh... fucking the Boss,' he giggled and started to move almost instantly fucking his way in. He was clumsy and a bit rough but I forgave him as his hot meat filled my belly and I felt his smooth body press against me. His hand came around and toyed with my own penis which was thickening and hardening as he moved. 'Getting hard as well.' 'Shurrup, Andy,' I pushed back absorbing him to his pubics and he gave another self satisfied sigh. 'Micky.' He pressed in and started to move. I had been going to tell him to stop waffling and get on with it but no need, he pushed me on my belly and took the same position as I had. He was between my legs, spreading his knees he also opened mine forcing my bum up into his onslaught and that's what it was. He shagged with mechanical precision as if he was clockwork but he got to moving faster and harder and babbled sweet rubbish in my ear as he lay his head on my shoulder and just pumped his slender hips up and down. He was indeed big but he soon got into his stride and I actually enjoyed it probably the weight of his body on me and the press of his firm flesh on mine, all those tactile sensations and the ace in the hole to crack a little joke. I'm not into measurements but I reckoned it was a good man's sixer, maybe more and he worked at it ramming and thrusting away like he was in a race and then I felt him slow and I knew what came next. 'Andy...' I pushed up and waited for it. 'Micky... I'm cuming.' His cock stiffened and I felt the blast of his warm semen shoot up into me and then another and a third. He then slowly and seeming to hold his breath pumped in and out a few times and then lay on me with his still solid erection buried deep into my body on it's coating of lubricant and spunk. 'Jeez, that was good,' he whispered and went with me as I rolled onto my side. He stayed glued to me in spooner's mode until he went limp or softer anyway and slipped free. 'Sorry, I went a bit mad,' he grinned totally unapologetic as I turned to face him. 'No matter,' I grinned. 'The night is young... I'll be back.' 'That's good,' he looked at me directly. 'I've changed my mind. I did like it.' 'Excellent, all you have to do now is keep it secret and we'll be OK.' 'Never fear,' he laughed happily and snuggled into my arms. 'Our big naughty secret.' Part 2 to follow I got a bit of 'deja vu' after reading this and then realised it's a mixture of two of my other stories but I have an excuse. The Manilla Hotel scenario did happen in my younger years and it was memorable as was the 'Keith' who I call 'Andy' in this one. I still dream about it now and then. It's obviously going to be on my mind until I pop off in a few years and that's sad, but that's life. Then again I also had the pleasure of the 'Kiwi Fruit' scenario which is very similar to this one and maybe why I got the two stories a bit mixed up. Two different situations, a couple of years apart but very real and very memorable (with a few flourishes). GCutter66@gmail.com