Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2020 14:03:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Things have really changed Part 2 (Young Friends) The next morning we had time for a leisurely fuck each before we met our escort in reception who took us to the airport to check in. We were both surprised and delighted to find out we were flying business class! Our escort was able to take us to one of the BA lounges and stay with us until the flights. Coming through security Marlowe's bag got beeped and I waited with him while the security went through it. Turned out he had a bottle of lube in there he'd forgotten. The security guard looked at him with a raised eyebrow and told him to make sure all liquids were in a clear bag from now on. I giggled as we walked away, Marlowe looked embarrassed. Our escort was able to take us to one of the BA lounges and stay with us until our flights. I went off to the toilet and the cubicles were massive which gave me an idea. "Fancy one last fuck?" I whispered, he grinned and nodded and when the coast was clear we went into a cubicle and locked it. Marlowe had the lube and he lubed his arse up. "I actually meant you fuck me" I said with a grin. "Too late, you can do me instead" he said grinning back. He braced himself against the wall and I stuck my hard dick in. We tried to be quiet and kept giggling when one of us made too much noise. I realised this was the last time for a whole I'd be in Marlowe and wanted it to last. Finally with a wave of emotion and intense pleasure I came in him, pumping every last drop of my cum into him. He sat on the toilet to let it drain out rather than have to fly with it in him, I then got on my knees and took his hard dripping dick in my mouth, using all my skills to bring him off with an earth shattering orgasm! We kissed goodbye in the toilet then went back and waited for our flights. All too soon we were hugging and crying goodbye before Marlowe boarded his plane and I was escorted to mine, Once on board I tried to relax and think nice thoughts. I couldn't sleep though, as I flew over the icy wastes of Siberia I thought about my friends and had a brief worrying thought. Andy and Max had been unwittingly filmed that one weekend they stayed with us. I assumed it was fine and Matt knew but with that and the nerves of a new life I found it very hard to sleep. I was picked up at Narita International Airport by a colleague of Matt's who had bought all the clothes and uniform I needed. I'd never flown long haul before and wandered around the airport in a slight daze. It was all so foreign to me, I was a London boy, a south east London boy at that, this was so far from my comfort zone it was tough. We travelled into central Tokyo and a while later we were on the bullet train to Nagano, and then a taxi from there to the school. It was in a spectacular setting, on a hill surrounded by woods and mountains in the distance. Matt was right, no one would find me here. Wherever here actually was! Matt's colleague settled me in and then left me too it, all alone in the wilds of northern Japan. That first night I barely slept I missed Marlow so much, and while I felt safe there was always the slight fear in the back of my mind the Cabal would find me. The first few days were a blur of lessons, jet lag and settling in. I'd been assigned a boy called Ryo from my form class to look after me and help integrate me into the school. Our school year only had 40 boys in and we were split into form classes of 10, ours was called Fujisan after Mt Fuji. Unfortunately for me Ryo had the flu so was out of lessons for the first few days. The school was well equipped with a swimming pool and sports centre, top of the range science labs, all weather football pitches, tennis courts, climbing wall, it was pretty amazing facilities wise. I was pretty lost to be honest and wandered around in a daze. It was a massive culture shock, I'd never been outside the UK before and here I was in Japan, a place I'd only dreamed of visiting. The school may have been international but it was still a shock compared to my London comp. I'd have classes sometimes with only 9 other boys. Other times as many as up to 19 but far removed from the 30 in a class i was used to! I'd barely talked to anyone at first, everyone was pretty formal and I didn't want to make any cultural faux pas. There were quite a few non japanese boys in the school but none in my class group of 10. I felt pretty isolated and spent my first few evenings in my room dreaming of Marlowe and home. All in all, my life had changed massively and I wasn't happy about the changes. I thought of Marlowe, wondered how he was getting on. Matt had said we couldn't communicate electronically or by phone but in time we could write a letter and he would make sure they reached each other through his network. He said he'd contact us when it was safe to write. I decided Marlowe probably didn't want to hear how miserable I was, he was probably having an amazing time and I didn't want to bring him down so even if I could have contacted him I'd have put a brave face on....