Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1998 10:12:04 PDT
From: andy macdonald <andymacdon@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Chinese Take Away

                           A Chinese Take Away
                           ===================
                            by Andy Macdonald

I was restless.  It was the start of two weeks of holiday and my company
had just loused up my holiday plans.  I'd booked to go to Tenerife, one of
the Canary Isles, to get some well earned sun and fun but they'd "asked" me
if I would cover for a colleague and postpone my holiday for a month.  I
really enjoyed my job and wanted to stay with the company so, reluctantly,
I'd agreed.

Now the postponed holiday had arrived and although I'd cancelled all the
original bookings and the firm had reimbursed me for my out of pocket
losses, I hadn't booked anything in its place.

So here I was in London, two weeks free of work and nothing planned.  It
was Sunday and I'd enjoyed a long lie in, the sense of not having to get up
and go to work, no rushing around the flat, grabbing a furtive breakfast
and heading for the overcrowded tube train.  Bliss!

Then I'd spent a couple of hours catching up with my private E-Mail and
doing a bit of surfing.  Down to the local pub for a bit too much beer home
again to sleep it off and now I was restless.  Where to go this evening?

The West End beckoned.  I thought I'd start with a troll around some of the
Soho pubs so I climbed into a smart pair of tailored jeans, put on my best
Versace shirt - it had cost a bomb but was really cool - and a pair of tan
boots.  I felt expensively dressed and I hoped the result would be
appreciated.  It was, at least by Wayne, the young porter on duty.  As I
passed the desk by the entrance the young guy looked up.

"Ooh, Andy, you look the business.  Whose the lucky guy then?"

Wayne had only just started to work at the flats.  He was quite a young
lad, probably eighteen or nineteen with a spindly body and a dreadful lisp.
He was as camp as they come, very effeminate, but had a heart of gold and
would do anything for the tenants.  He was very popular with everyone and
the women loved him.  Trouble was he loved the guys which the girls didn't
understand.

One morning something had happened which embarrassed the hell out of me.
The flats have a fantastic swimming pool and a well equipped gym where I
like to work out every day.  The changing rooms are really good with
showers and, behind a smoked glass door, a sauna.  I'd come down early one
morning, turned on the sauna to let it heat up while I did some working out
in the gym.  When I'd finished, I went back to the changing room and into
the sauna.  I'd just got settled in there when I heard the main door to the
changing room open and in walked Wayne.

Now there was nothing unusual about that because I knew by the way he'd
tried to chat me up on several occasions and by the way that he looked at
me, that the lad fancied me rotten.  I can feel his eyes following me
whenever I'm downstairs.  At various times he has dropped hints about
coming up to the flat and I know he'd really like to get shagged.  But I'm
afraid he doesn't stand a chance.  I think he's a great young guy but I'm
not sexually interested and, anyway, I don't believe in shagging on your
own doorstep - or whatever the expression is.

Whenever he is on duty and I'm using the facilities he is always coming up
with an excuse to do something by the pool or pop into the changing room.
But this time he was not alone, he was closely followed by another young
guy dressed in leathers.  I was puzzled for a second but quickly realised
that this other young man must be a motor-cycle courier, come to the flats
with a package for one of the residents.

He was a cute looking stud but obviously tough.  A shock of close cropped
blond hair and an obviously well-muscled body.  Wayne had dragged him in by
the arm and as soon as they were inside he spun round and locked his lips
onto Stud's.  The two of them ground their bodies together, kissing
frantically, Stud thrusting his hips into Wayne's.  I sat in the sauna in
astonishment.  I realised that because of the smoked glass of the door they
couldn't see me and by the way they were going at each other like a couple
of over-sexed dogs, they didn't realise that there was anyone else around.

I thought I would clank the ladle in the water container, to make my
presence known but found the sight too exciting.  Wayne tore his mouth away
and slid slowly down to his knees, rubbing his face down the leather clad
front of Stud.  He rubbed his face across the leather until he could bury
it in the tough lad's groin.  Stud was lewdly thrusting his crotch into the
eager young lad's face.  Wayne was obviously loving the sensations of the
warm, smelly crotch that was humping at his face.  His arm snaked up and,
in one long pull, he unzipped the leather jacket, exposing a well muscled
chest covered only in a dirty thin white T-shirt.  Then another zip to be
frantically pulled down and Wayne's face was buried in the lad's groin,
sniffing at the pouch of a pair of dirty yellow briefs, nosing furiously up
and down the long solid bar protruding against the thin cotton underpants.

Stud continued to thrust as Wayne sniffed and licked his way up and down
the rampant cock.  He tore at the briefs with eager fingers, dragging them
down and exposing Stud's impressive cock and balls.  Wayne licked the lad's
manhood then wrapped his lips around the helmet, suctioning the penis and
bobbing his head up and down.  I could here Stud's moans of ecstasy through
the sauna door.  The two young guys were in a frenzy of sexual excitement
and I reckon that even if I'd banged that ladle like a gong they wouldn't
have heard, being totally engrossed in their combined lust.

Wayne suctioned the rampant cock in a frenzy, Stud grunted and thrust like
a wild dog, his knees shaking and his bum thrusting viciously as he shoved
his rampant sex into Wayne's eager mouth.

Then Stud dragged Wayne's desperate face off his rigid cock and grabbed the
boy's belt, Tore open the buckle, ripped down his zip and dragged his jeans
down, over his knees and exposing Wayne's silky briefs.  These too were
torn down and the biker-boy spun Wayne round and bent him over so that he
was propped over a shelf.  The lad bent down and stared for a brief moment
at Wayne's bare bottom, then he buried his face in the boy's bum-crack,
smelling and licking while Wayne waved his rump in the air like an eager
bitch in heat.

Stud grabbed a bottle of shower gel that happened to be on the shelf and
took a handful which he smeared all over his rampant penis.  He mounted the
eager young man below him and must have rammed his desperate organ right up
Wayne's twitching arsehole.  Then they both went at it like a couple of
randy dogs.  Stud thrust repeatedly, grunting and pounding, the muscles of
his bum flexing and gripping as he used them to thrust violently into the
tight arse of his temporary lover.  Wayne's bottom squirmed into the
fiercely humping groin that was giving him such exquisite pleasure,
revelling in the glorious studly shag.  Soon they were both panting loudly
and Wayne was moaning, deep sex filled moans which erupted from deep within
him at every studly thrust.

Stud speeded up his violent penetrations, obviously plunging deeper and
deeper into the willing arse, then he gave one mighty shove, planted his
steel hard weapon as deep as he could into Wayne's gut and started a series
of short, urgent jerks, obviously unloading his spunk into his conquered
friend's eager guts.  Stud gave a prolonged low moan, his legs shook and
the cheeks of his bum quivered, then he slowly withdrew his pulsing cock,
spun his lover around and crushed his lips onto the boy's eager mouth.
Wayne had not touched his own cock but I could see it's erect length and as
the biker boy spunked into his eager rump, Wayne's sperm had ejected out in
four huge spurts.

Stud broke away, gave Wayne's buttocks a hard slap and both lads quickly
pulled up their underwear and trousers, hurriedly adjusted their clothing
and slipped out of the room.  I had remained undetected, a silent but
extremely aroused spectator.  I have to admit that I had wanked my own
erect cock in synchrony with Stud's animalistic thrustings, covering my
hand with my own hot cream as the two young men orgasmed.  Whilst I had no
wish to fuck young Wayne, it had certainly been a turn on seeing the studly
young messenger shagging the boy's eager arse.

I climbed out of the sauna and got into my track suit.  The changing room
was filled with a combination of smells, male sweat and recently spurted
semen.

Now I grinned at young Wayne behind his desk as I left the building and
replied:

"That's none of your business young Wayne".

"Oh well, have a good time, Andy" he said wistfully.

I took the underground to Piccadilly Circus and wandered into the Soho
area, strolled along Compton Street and went into the Admiral Duncan pub.
I got a glass of bitter and looked around.  There were some cute young guys
around.  Most of them very young, seventeen or eighteen-year olds, all very
sure of themselves.  I love their slim, sexy bodies and cute bubble-butts
but most of them are air-heads at that age, certain to have a cute, tight
arsehole and great for a good, hard, sweaty shag but that would be it.
Wham, bam, thank you man but don't expect any intelligence.  Just a few
satisfied grunts.

After two beers I left and had another in a couple of other gay pubs in the
area.  Both the same scene.  I ended up at Half Way to Heaven.  It was
pretty full with quite a bit of cruising going on.  I got yet another beer
and leant against the wall, quietly amused at the various antics as lads
manoeuvred to pick each other up.  I have to say this there were some very
cute guys there.  There was one group of oriental men, quite unusual
because they don't normally come into bars, perhaps they felt there was
safety in numbers.  As I drank my beer I realised that one very cute young
man kept glancing at me.  I could sense him looking but whenever I looked
across at him his eyes darted away.

He was a real stunner.  I happen to like Far-Eastern men , Japanese,
Chinese, Thais - and this one was really cute.  He was a little fellow but
with a beautifully formed body.  He was wearing a tight pair of jeans, the
material well worn and thin at the protuberances which let me see that he
had long, slender legs and a narrow waist; he had a well formed chest and,
when he turned away from me, I could see he had the sexiest little bottom
that I'd spied for a long time.  And, believe me, I'm quite a connoisseur
of sexy little bottoms.  This gorgeous well built body was topped off by
the cutest face you could imagine.  Round, button nosed with a cheeky smile
and laughing dark eyes.  Now here was a young man I would like to get to
know.

The trouble was he was surrounded by a group of his countrymen and I
couldn't see how I could get in there and single him out.

I went to get another drink and ponder the problem.  When I left the bar I
went back to the corner where I'd been standing and the focus of my
interest looked up and, this time, caught my eye.  He grinned widely but
then quickly and shyly looked away.  That wicked grin sent a jolt of sexual
urge through me.  But what to do?

I reckoned it was a non-starter.  He was really cute and without a doubt he
had to have at least one lover from among the group that he was with.  No
chance.  Better to move on and not waste a lot of energy on the
unattainable.

As I mentioned, I was in a pub called Halfway to Heaven and, as it was a
long time since I'd been to Heaven itself, I thought I would go and check
it out.  I walked down Villiers Street and joined the short queue under the
arches.  When I got to the desk they told me that it was a club night.  The
Long Yang club, they said.  It seems its a sort of East meets West club.
Hmmm, sounded like my kind of thing.  So I paid the entry fee and went
upstairs to the bar.

Sure enough, there was a mixed bunch of Western guys and lots of Far
Eastern Asians.  Oh Yes! Definitely my sort of thing.  I got a beer and
stood at the bar watching the crowd.  The music was good so I walked across
to have a look at the dancing for a while.  Some great young bods
displaying themselves to an appreciative audience.  I watched the lithe
young bodies dancing and swaying with a lascivious eye.  My glass was empty
so I returned to the bar for a re-fill.

To my surprise and delight, the group from Half Way had also just arrived
at Heaven.  My eyes searched through the group.  Yes! There he was.  Right
in the middle, talking away to the others.  He glanced up and caught my
eye.  I saw him hesitate in his conversation.  He blushed, looked confused
but then carried on talking.  A few minutes later I found him looking at me
again and this time he gave me a big grin and I thought I saw a very slight
wink.  Yes! Maybe he fancied me.  I certainly wanted to get to know him.

But how? How to herd him away from the group?

I left the bar area and made my way back to the edge of the dance floor.
My mind pondered on the problem.  I put my beer glass on the shelf beside
me, turned to the young guy beside me and said:

"Will you keep an eye on my beer, Mate?" Then I went off to the toilet to
make room for some more ale.  The scene there was very much what I
expected.  A few older guys standing around hoping for some sort of action
or at least the sight of some action.  Pretty pathetic really.  I had a
piss and went to wash my hands.  Looking in the mirror I could see the
predatory eyes of the Westerners ogling the pretty little "Rice Queens" who
giggled and flirted amongst themselves, longing to be noticed.

I went back and was just going to retrieve my beer when my hand was grabbed
and I was dragged, stumbling over my feet onto the dance floor.  I was
quite startled and looked down, straight into the laughing face of the
young Chinese guy I'd been wondering how to meet.

We danced to the music and he grinned widely up into my face.  It was no
use trying to say anything, the music was far too loud.  But I like to
dance and this cute young man was a great partner, mirroring my moves and
flaunting his cute body in front of me.  He danced in a very provocative
way, swaying, sliding, moving, gesturing.  He had been a big turn on when I
had just seen him standing and talking to his friends, now he was using his
lithe young body as a seductive tool.  It was certainly seducing me.  As we
danced I shot my hand out to feel his pert little bottom but he grinned and
twisted away from my eager hand.  This happened a couple of times.

The music stopped.  Some people trooped off the floor and my small
kidnapper seized my hand again and dragged me off into a dark corner of the
room.

"I am Lee" he said "Lee #.  I am young Chinese man.  I like you.  I think
you are fine, handsome man.  I want to meet you."

"Well I guess you have met me," I replied.  "My name is Andy."

"Hi Andy" and Lee formally put out his hand which I shook.  "How do you do?
Are you angry with me, that I am so pushful" he said.  I smiled at this
mixture of formality and concern.

"I'm all the better for meeting you and no, I am not angry.  I am pleased."
I replied.

He grinned with that wonderful cheeky grin that I'd noticed when I first
saw him.

"What about your friends?" I asked him.

"They go now.  Tomorrow we have to study."

"Oh, you're a student?" I asked.

"Oh yes.  I study banking here in London."

Hmm.  Not only sexy and cute but educated, I thought.  Very much what I'm
into - or would certainly like to be into.

Lee looked up at me, concern on his face.  "Are you angry? I drag you to
the dancing.  I hope you not angry at me."

"No, Lee, on the contrary, I am delighted.  I saw you before at Half Way to
Heaven.  I wanted to talk to you but did not know how to join your group."

"Oh yes, Andy, I saw you too.  I thought you very sexy man.  Wear very nice
clothes.  Look confident and know what you want.  I think I need to meet
you so I have to get you onto dance floor." He grinned at me and my heart
melted.  Here was this beautiful young Chinese man, who turned me on
sexually, who I had wanted to meet and here we were - met.

"Now also I have to go to student hostel.  Tomorrow is busy day of study.
Maybe you want we might meet again, please."

Lee looked up wistfully at me.

"Yes, Lee, I would like that very much.  Are you free tomorrow evening."

"Yes, I free tomorrow."

"OK, then why don't we meet.  What about Half Way to Heaven?"

"Oh no, I cannot go into there alone."

"Ah, OK.  .  .  .  .  .  Alright, do you know the McDonalds in the Strand,
near Charing Cross, what about meeting there?"

"Oh yes, I know.  Yes, maybe meet at seven pm."

"Right, McDonalds at Seven.  See you there.  I'll look forward to it."

Lee put out his hand again and I shook it formally, he looked up at me, his
eyes shining, that cute grin on his face and I bent to give him a quick
kiss but he backed away quickly.

"Big sexy Englishman" he said" I hope I get to really know you!" and he
quickly dived away and was gone.

I have to say that I found Lee a very exciting and sexy guy, our
conversation had left my cock throbbing in my jeans.  I was filled with a
strong male urge by his sexy body and the brief but eager encounter he had
just engineered.

I stayed at Heaven for a while longer.  There were some very cute Asian
guys around, normally quite a few of them would have focused my attention
but now my mind was full of lustful thoughts of young Lee.

At 2 o'clock I decided to call it a night, left Heaven and caught a taxi
back to my flat, my mind whirling at the possibilities of tomorrow's
meeting.

I woke up at 7 o'clock on Monday, in a panic, I was going to be late for
work, but then I remembered that I was on holiday.  Bliss.  I rolled over
and sought sleep again.  However I had woken with a huge hardon and my mind
replayed last might's encounter, I remembered the lithe sexy body of Lee,
his cheeky grin and his energy on the dance floor.  Drowsily, I fantasised
that he was in bed with me, all warm and drowsy like me.  My penis throbbed
at the thought of the two of us starting some slow, sultry love-making.  I
just knew that Lee would be a very sexy young guy, would revel in touching,
stroking and being stroked.  I longed to feel, to smell and to taste his
lithe young body.  To enjoy his arousal and to be aroused by him.  I
groaned as my thoughts were flooded with passion.  I rolled onto my stomach
and pressed my stiff cock against the sheet.  I was so sexed up that there
could now be no question of sleep.

I jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, my manhood jutting out
ahead of my like an ensign staff.  It was several minutes before my passion
subsided enough for me to have a pee.

Somehow the day passed.  After a light breakfast I went down for a short
workout and a swim.  As I passed Wayne he gave me a cheeky grin and a "Good
Morning, Andy".  I wondered if he'd ever got it on again with his young
biker beau.

I went across the road at lunchtime and had a pie and a pint but the place
was full of office workers, no one that I knew.  Somehow I filled up the
afternoon and, at last, it was time to shower and change, ready for my
meeting.  I could hardly wait.  All day my thoughts had been full of seeing
Lee again, getting to know him, touching his lithe, active young body -
making love to him.

I arrived in the Strand and headed for McDonalds, arriving there just
before seven.  There were not that many people there and I looked quickly
around the tables.  No cute Chinaman.  My heart sank.  .  .  I went to the
counter and ordered a coffee which I took to a table near the door.  Seven
o'clock came and went.  Maybe he wouldn't come.  Maybe he'd had second
thoughts in the cold light of day.  Ten past seven.  Then, at a quarter
past, in walked Lee with another young Chinese guy.  He searched around the
restaurant and then saw me.  He grinned from ear to ear and the two of them
walked over to where I was sitting.

"This my friend Yip" he said.

"Hi Yip," my welcome was warmer than my thoughts.  Why had Lee brought a
friend? I wanted to get to know him, I wanted to be alone with him.  "Are
you hungry, what do you want to do? Shall we get a hamburger or what?"

The two of them glanced at each other then looked at me.  They didn't say
anything.

"OK, I know you guys like to eat rice everyday, what we'll do is go up to
Gerrard Street and get a meal."

I stood up and they scrambled to their feet and came trotting after me.  We
walked up towards Leicester Square and into Lisle Street in the middle of
Chinatown.  I guided us to my favourite Chinese restaurant and in we went.
My two companions seemed quite relaxed and we sat down at a table by the
window.

"Is good," said Lee with that grin which I found such a turn on.

"OK, you two guys obviously know much more about this kind of food than I
do, why don't you order something good - I'm paying", I stated.

The two of them grabbed a menu and started gabbling away, then they waved
to the waiter and brought him into the act.  Eventually he finished jotting
down the order and disappeared.

We chatted away while awaiting the food.  The two guys told me a bit about
the banking course they were doing in London.  Soon we were tucking into
some of the best Chinese food that I'd ever tasted.

After we'd eaten a really excellent sweet, Yip suddenly stood up and
announced:

"Now I go.  Have nice evening Andy." He nodded quickly to Lee, put
something on the table and was gone.

"Wow, that was a bit sudden, where's he gone?" I asked Lee.

Lee's usual happy grin turned into a laugh.

"He think you OK man.  You kind and nice man."

"Oh ho, so you were getting me checked out were you?"

So, his friends had decided that I ought to be checked out.  I smiled to
myself and wondered what it was that Yip had left on the table.  I picked
up the crumpled paper and found 15 pounds.

"Yip pay for own meal", explained Lee.  Then he said "I hope you don't mind
that Yip has dinner with us.  He leave money to pay for him.  You big
strong man, I like you very much, you know what you want but my friends
want to make sure you OK guy."

"Huh.  Well suppose I kidnapped you, what then? They'd be wrong wouldn't
they?"

Lee frowned, for once his grin disappeared.

"Kidnapped?"

"Forget it Lee, I was only joking.  I like you a lot and would never want
any harm to happen to you." I'd nearly said "fancy" instead of "like".  I
was certainly thinking it as I sat opposite this cute young guy with a
perfect little body, an elfin face and, I was discovering, a most
interesting mind.

To set his mind at ease I put out my foot under the table and rubbed it up
and down Lee's leg but he shied away, quickly tucking his legs back against
his chair.

"Well, what now?" I enquired, "what would you like to do now?"

"Maybe we go to see film." he suggested.

So we did, we strolled out into Leicester Square and went to see a film.  I
can't remember what we saw but I do remember that whenever I reached to
touch Lee, he shot away from me.  Was he shy? Or maybe he didn't like me -
he'd looked so sexy, was he really a bit frigid? The more time I spent with
him the more I yearned for him.

At the end of the film we walked out of the cinema and I led us up Charing
Cross Road and we went into a noisy gay pub.  Lee had half a lager, only
the second drink he'd had all evening.  We drank our beers but couldn't
talk much because the music was very loud.  Then Lee looked up and tried to
speak to me.  I bent down to hear him:

"Now I have to go because I have much work in morning."

To say that I was disappointed would be a great understatement.  At the
start of the evening I had hoped that this cute, sexy looking young guy
might come home with me.  Might share my bed.  As it was, during the whole
evening he had shied away from me.  Although his conversation had been
fascinating and, from time to time, he had flirted with me a bit, it really
seemed as if any future relationship we might have was doubtful and anyway,
would almost certainly be platonic.

We drank up and walked out into the street.

"I go to tube station" he said.

Well that was it.  Disappointment flooded through me because I really did
like this cute guy.  He looked up at me and then he grabbed my hand,
looking up with a longing look in his eyes:

"In the week I have to work.  I want to see you at weekend.  Is it
possible.  Do you want us to meet at weekend?"

"Yes Lee, I want that very much," I replied "shall we meet on Friday
evening? Where and what time?"

"Perhaps we meet in same place, McDonalds in Strand." he suggested.

"Sounds good to me, I'll be at McDonalds at six o'clock.  Tell you what,
bring some clothes and things and we'll go somewhere in my car.  Get out of
London, how would you like that?"

Lee's eyes widened with excitement, "Oh that would be so good.  I would
like that very much."

So that was that.  We shook hands very formally and set off on our
different ways.  I was disappointed that our evening together had been so
short but had to accept the situation.

The next three days went by quite quickly.  I had a number of things to get
done which I'd been saving up for this holiday time.  I thought about Lee
frequently, I really liked the guy; of course I fancied him sexually but it
was not all basic lust.  Yes I wanted to have sex with him, Feel him, smell
him - let's face it, screw him but I liked him as a friend too and wanted
to really get to know him.  He phoned me on Wednesday to ask if our meeting
was still on.  We chatted for a bit but his conversation was reserved as if
someone else was listening.

Eventually Friday came.  I packed some kit for the weekend, got my car out
and fought the traffic into the West End.  I managed to park not too far
from McDonalds.  I was a bit early and strolled slowly along the Strand for
our meeting.  I was excited and very much looking forward to being with Lee
again.

I entered McDonalds and there he was.  Sitting at a table and grinning
happily.  He looked even more cute than I'd remembered in my fantasies of
him.  Now he was wearing a thin cotton shirt which emphasised his strongly
muscled upper body - it crossed my mind that he probably studied one of the
martial arts to have such a strong, lithe little body.  He wore tan
trousers of some thin shiny material which, when he stood up to greet me I
could see hugged his frame tightly, highlighting his legs and thighs and
quite tight around his cute buttocks.  He looked up at me and his eyes
shone with excitement.

"Oh Andy, you are here."

"Hey Lee, good to see you, how are you?"

He wriggled with excitement.  "Yes Andy, I am OK.  Are we going away?"

"Yep.  I've got the car parked not very far from here so why don't we go
and get it and get out of town."

Lee jumped up, grabbed a backpack that had been by his chair and we walked
out into the street towards the car.  We got in and I headed South towards
the Brighton road.  The traffic was quite heavy being a Friday but as it
was getting late it had eased off a bit from the usual early evening
mayhem.

Lee was obviously very excited.  It must have been some time since he'd
been in a private car.  He was peering everywhere, at the houses, people we
passed, the other traffic.  He didn't say much, he seemed to be too busy
looking.

"We're going to Brighton, Lee" I told him.  I explained that Brighton was a
famous sea side holiday town about 60 miles South of London.  I didn't
bother to explain that it had a large gay population with many others
visiting from London.  "I've booked a nice hotel, I think you'll enjoy the
weekend." I certainly hoped that we both would although ever since we'd
first met I'd felt that Lee was very sexually reserved.  .

I put my hand on his thigh and rubbed my fingers lightly up and down his
warm, firm leg muscles but he flinched and looked worried.  I had planned
to work my upwards and cup my hand over his groin but I hesitated.  This
simple action seemed to upset him.  Was he really gay? Just when I'd begin
to think that maybe he wasn't or that maybe he didn't find me sexually
attractive, he'd either look at me with adoring eyes or give some other
sign that he wanted to get to know me more intimately

I drove on, soon getting into the suburbs and Lee asked all sorts of
questions about things that we passed.  Once we were out into the
countryside, I stopped at a pub and we went in for a drink and a bite to
eat.  Chili con Carne was on the menu, great, he'll get his daily ration
of rice.  It was a really old pub, lots of oak beams and horse brasses.
Lee looked around in wonderment.

Then it was back to the car and on to Brighton.  I'd reserved a room at a
special weekend rate at the Metropole, a very well known and comfortable
four star hotel.  I parked the car in the car park and asked Lee to stay in
it while I booked in.  Then I went back to collect him and the small amount
of luggage we'd brought with us.  We took the lift straight from the car
park up to our room.

It was a very good room.  Nice big size, really smart bathroom and a queen
size double bed.  Lee looked around in astonishment.  I wondered if he'd
ever been inside a European hotel, let alone a smart one like this.  He
padded around the room peering at everything like a small elf, I watched
him, looking at his beautiful, lithe body and elfin face.  Would he still
shy away from me now that we were alone, in private for the first time
since we'd met.  I longed to hold him, to kiss him, feel his small tightly
muscled body.  I wanted him desperately, to make love to him but his
reserve put me off.  I felt that if I made a move he would shy away in fear
as he'd shied away several times before.  I longed to undress his sexy
little body.

I watched him as he inspected the room.  I caught his eyes, we looked
deeply at each other.  I WANTED HIM.

"Oh Andy!" he gasped "Is all so wonderful.  You so good to me - I love you
so much." With that he launched himself at me, jumped up so that he legs
were wrapped round my waist and his face sought mine, his lips pressed
against mine and he kissed me passionately.  Our lips were sealed together,
then I felt the tip of his tongue search between my lips and moistly slip
between them.  His tongue probed its way into my mouth, his eyes which had
fastened on mine glazed over in passion and he gave small contented murmurs
of pleasure.  This, our first, passionate kiss must have lasted for three
or four minutes.

As suddenly as he'd sprung at me, Lee unwrapped his legs which had been
gripping around my waist and stood up, thrusting his small body against
mine.  We stood locked together with his face buried into my chest.  He
rubbed it from side to side, murmuring:

"So tall, so strong, big muscles, my Englishman." He nosed his way around
my chest, up under my arms, scenting around like an eager puppy.  Now his
hands were rubbing all around my body,

"My big Andy.  Such strong arms, flat stomach, hard legs, powerful bottom.
What is here? Hot, hard, Mmmmm, it feels big and thick." Now his fingers
were fluttering across the fly of my thin trousers, outlining my cock which
had sprung to its full rampant size when Lee had first sprung at me.

Now his fingers searched delicately across my arse, feeling, assessing,
enjoying.  The light probing was rapid and all over my body, it was a huge
turn on.  It was as if Lee were a blind man, learning the shape and
strength of my body.

So far, Lee was leading all the way.  Certainly he'd been reticent
previously but now that we were alone in the hotel bedroom any inhibitions
he may have had were thrown to the winds.  He laughed and dived round
behind me, jumping onto my back like a piggy-back rider.  Again his legs
wrapped tightly around my waist and his lips nibbled the back of my neck,
tickled and nibbled my ears and he buried his face into my neck, breathing
in heavily, smelling my scent.

Just as quickly he unwrapped himself again and I spun round and grabbed his
wriggling body.  This time I trapped him and bent down to lock my lips onto
his to instigate another probing, searching kiss.  Now my hands searched
over his torso and forced a way between our bodies, pressed together in a
lovers' clinch.  The back of my hand sought out his groin, I was probing
for his hard manhood.  I soon felt the hard lump that Lee was rubbing up
and down my thigh as his tongue searched around inside my mouth.  I rubbed
his cock and he groaned into my mouth.

With my other hand I undid each button of his shirt until it fell away at
the front exposing his well muscled chest and nipples, small black nubs,
erect with sexual excitement.

While we kissed, I manoeuvred the two of us so that Lee was over the large
bed.  I broke his hold on my body and he dropped down onto his back on the
bed.  I placed one hand firmly on his stomach and held his wriggling body
down.  He was giggling and struggling to get free.  His eyes locked into
mine and his face flushed with pleasure and excitement.  Looking down
between his legs I could see further evidence of pleasure and excitement
outlined in the front of his thin trousers.  With my free hand I rubbed the
outline of his cock, then curled my fingers around it to give it a long
hard squeeze.  Lee forced his hips upwards and his penis gave a great throb
against my pressing fingers.

Then for the first time, he lay still, looking up at me.  I took his two
hands and lifted his shoulders up.  Slowly I eased his shirt off his back
then dived down to bury my face into the thin white cotton of his
under-shirt.  He smelt divine, hot, sexy aroused young male smells filled
my nose.  Still he lay there gazing up at me.  His expression said "Do with
me what you will".  He was mine for the taking.

I bent down and grasped the under-shirt at his waist, easing it out of the
waistband of his trousers, tugging it up and over his head.  I held it up
to my face and breathed in his concentrated body smell.  He watched and
grinned up at me, then gazed at my crotch where the outline of my aching
cock must have swelled and twitched as his odours stimulated my sexual
urge.

Lee had lain on the bed while I started to strip him but as I bent down to
reach for the waist of his trousers, he shot up and launched himself at me.
He had been eyeing my swollen groin and now he reached round behind me and
seized my bottom with both hands and buried his face into my crotch,
rubbing his face backwards and forwards over my straining cock.  Each time
his face rubbed over the top of it he pressed in hard.  Then he pressed his
mouth over it and engulfed it with hot, wet breaths.  He gave little grunts
of appreciation as he traced its outline through my trousers and
underpants.

Then his fingers eagerly slid down the zipper of my flies, searched
frantically inside and lightly fluttered up and down the aching length of
my organ.  He worked his face inside my fly and started to nibble the shaft
of my cock through the material of my underpants.  This made my cock leap
and jolt with extreme sexual urges.  Lee was going at my groin like a
starving puppy, he couldn't wait to uncover my sex, to see what was
concealed within my underwear.  I looked down to watch his head thrust into
my crotch, he was nosing into my private places and obviously revelling in
doing it.  Frantically he tore down my trousers, stripped off my underpants
and gazed with awe at the phallus that reared up, inches from his eyes.

"So big," he muttered.  "Oh Andy, so strong, so big.  Man-cock, just for
me.  You have to fuck me with this great man-thing.  It smells so sexy,
tastes so good.  It has to go up my bottom.  Aaaagh."

He slipped his lips over the helmet of my rampant penis.  He swirled his
tongue around the bell end.  He started to bob his head up and down,
gradually engulfing more and more of the length of my straining penis
inside his suctioning mouth.  All the time he hummed with the pleasure of
his frenzied actions.  Lee was giving me the best blow-job I'd ever
received.  And he was revelling in it.

And to think that I'd believed he was not very sexy!

All the time he was delving into my crotch his hands were rubbing all round
my buttocks, forcing my crotch harder into his face.

Now I took the initiative again.  Lee had aroused huge passions within me.
I put my hands around his head and gently but firmly pulled him out of my
crotch.  He moaned in disappointment and tried to keep his mouth glued to
my cock.  I wasn't going to let him stay in there.  I wanted to strip this
little prize bare.  Continue with my undressing.  Get his trousers down,
Remove his underpants and see his endowments.

Lee stood before me, trembling with excitement, the front of his thin
trousers tenting outwards.  Again I pushed him backwards onto the bed.  I
leant forward and started to undo his belt buckle.  Next I unzipped his fly
- with difficulty as I had to ease the zipper over a massive hardness.  I
moved down to his feet, tugged off his shoes and drew his socks off his
small feet.  Back up to the waist of his trousers which I eased down over
his small but hard-muscled thighs.  Lee wriggled and thrust up his bottom,
allowing me to strip the trousers down to his ankles and off then he lay
back, still again and waiting.

I gazed down at my petite prize.  A perfectly formed young man's body.
Well muscled and laid bare before me except for a pair of brief white
cotton underpants which made a bright contrast to his slightly dusky skin.
The underpants were bursting out in front, trying to hold what had to be an
impressive tool on this small frame.

I love guy's bottoms especially covered by a sexy pair of briefs.  I took
Lee's legs and flipped him over onto his stomach.  He lay there waiting
obediently for my next move.  I gazed down at the glorious display, and my
eyes savoured the sight of my young sex-toy's arse.  Throbs of intense lust
powered through me and impishly I pushed the material of his underwear deep
into the hidden valley and watched his cheeks clench instinctively.  Then I
laid a flattened hand across Lee's bottom, relishing the silky smoothness
of the taut mounds and, spanning his arsecheeks with my splayed fingers, I
clasped them together, squeezing while Lee turned and twisted in heated
passion.  I was going to penetrate that bottom.  My cock jumped again as I
thought how pleasurable that invasion would be.

I flipped Lee again and grasped the waistband of his underpants.  Slowly I
eased them down, slowly I exposed a bush of thick black curly hair.  Slowly
I exposed the head of his manhood.  He had a long foreskin which, despite
the fact that his cock was hard, still nearly covered the bulbous head,
sheathing it so it just peeped out for me to gaze at.  As I lowered the
garment some more and bent forward to observe my lover's private parts, my
nose caught the evocative smell of a highly aroused young male.

He had a beautiful cock and plump balls topped off by a dense bush of black
pubic hair.  Otherwise his crotch was less hairy than a European man of his
age.  He lay now, with his legs apart and knees slightly crooked
-Vulnerable - Mine to plunder.  His eyes pleading.

I buried my face into his crotch.  Nosed around his sexual parts, nibbled
the head of his cock - as he had just been doing to me.  His foreskin
rolled back exposing the whole bulbous head of his penis which was leaking
pre-cum.  I licked my way down the underside of his rigid shaft, eliciting
a low moan of joy.  Licked some more then swirled my tongue over the
tightly wrinkled skin of his balls.  My fist shafted his cock as I licked
around shaft and ballsack.  Then I got my hands behind his knees and he
bent his legs more in compliance.  I licked under his ballsack, right up
into the fork between his muscular thighs.

Lee was sweating now and whimpering with the sexual joy of it all.  I broke
away to reach for the tube of KY and packet of condoms that were in the
outer pocket of my pack.  I opened a condom, Lee snatched it from my hand
and rolled it onto my eager weapon.

"I want you, Andy.  Please use my bottom.  Spear me with you big equipment.
Now.  .  .  .  quickly .  .  .  .  penetrate me!"

I flipped the young Chinaman over, he humped up his bottom and I aligned my
cock with his crack.  His hand snacked around behind me and guided the tip
of my penis to his anus.  I eased forward, slowly, firmly feeling the ring
of muscle slide apart to allow my entry.

Lee groaned deep and loud.  I eased my way further in feeling the hot soft
tissue gripping my rod.  Deeper.  Deeper until I could feel his firm round
buttocks against my thighs.

He was mine! Mine to conquer.  Mine to plunder.  I eased out again, almost
all the way out, just the bulbous head of my fuck-weapon nestled into the
tight, gripping orifice.  Then my rhythm started.  The primordial thrusting
of the rampant male.  At each thrust, Lee's arse rose upwards to facilitate
my deep probing.

At each thrust he groaned "Andy! Fuck me! Oh Andy! Deeper! Uuunngh .  .  .
.  .  .  Fuuuuck me!"

Our speed increased until the muscle at the base of my cock could no longer
hold back the pent-up seed that longed to make its way deep into my lover.
With a loud gasp and a convulsive shove of my buttocks, I ejaculated, my
semen spurting into the core of this beautiful and eager young partner.

I felt around under Lee just in time for my hand to be covered in jet after
jet of hot man-cream.  I lifted my hand out after the fourth spurt and held
it up to my nose.  The raw scent of man-sperm filled my nostrils.

Lee moaned as I withdrew my spent manhood from the warm, tight grip of his
arse.  I wrapped my arms around his hot, sweating body and kissed him long
and deep.  He gave a deep sigh.

After resting for a few minutes with our hearts slowly resuming their
normal rate and with Lee snuggled up to me, wrapped in my arms, we both
went through to the bathroom and had a long hot shower together, slowly and
sensually caressing each other's bodies.  Then, after towelling each other
dry we snuggled together between the sheets and drifted off to sleep.  The
last thing I heard was a long, deep sigh of contentment from Lee.  He
murmured:

"Oh Andy, you so strong, I love you - My Own Big, Strong Man! I your slave.
You do anything you want to me.  I not mind."

Yes! I thought.  He's my slave.  I can look at him.  Admire him.  Gaze at
his private parts, crotch, bum, anywhere.  Smell him, lick him, kiss him
and - fuck him and I was sure he loved it all.  And I too fell asleep.

I woke up with a start.  What had woken me? My penis was erect.  So hard it
ached.

Then I realised what had wakened me.  I felt light, exploring fingers drift
across my chest, ruffling the hair, teasing feather light across my
nipples, sending jolts of sexual desire through my nervous system.  The
fluttering fingers slid down, across my stomach, teasing, circling, working
their way into dark private places.  They explored downwards, tickling my
pubic bush until they encountered the steel rod which reared up between my
legs.  They stopped as if surprised by what they had discovered.  After a
minute or so during which they had rested on my rigid shaft, they continued
their feather light exploration.  Sliding slowly up one side, down the
other, hesitating again then starting a light drumming on the head.  Light,
teasing taps which made the sensitive nerves send urgent sexual messages
around my system, resulting in a series of violent spasms of my prick.  The
fingers then abandoned my twitching cock and wandered down to flutter
around the skin of my ballsack.  Round and round they circled making the
skin contract, making my whole body jump, groin thrust forward to rub my
genitals against the tormenting fingers.

I was certainly fully awake now and filled with sexual lust.  Lee chuckled
as his fingers lightly gripped my surging manhood.  Then I felt him squirm
in the bed.  It was very dark in the room and, at first I could not work
out what he was doing.  Then I realised that he had become a mole.  He was
burrowing head first under the bedclothes.  Suddenly my penis was engulfed
by a hot, wet suctioning mouth.  Lee had wrapped his lips around my
erection.  With maddening slowness he slid his mouth uuuuuupppp and
dooooowwwnn, slowly, sensuously.

His headfirst attack on my private parts meant that his groin ended up by
my head.  I bent my neck and managed to get my face planted into his
crotch.  What a scent.  His recent shower meant that his fork was clean and
soap-scented but superimposed on that were the natural night odours of his
crotch sweat and the musky excitement of an aroused male.  I breathed in
deeply, the primitive man odour adding to the sexual stimulation my nervous
system was enduring.  The strong sexual odours made my cock surge again and
my hips involuntarily thrust my cock into Lee's eager face.  Sniff - jolt.
Sniff - thrust.

Lee's suctioning lips were gripping my cock, his mouth suctioning it.  My
mouth engulfed his rigid manhood and I copied the sensations that I felt at
my own groin.  Faster and faster I slid my mouth up and down his twitching
penis.

To my anguish the soft warm mouth was removed from my cock but it was
replaced by two quickly sliding fists, sliding up and down my spit-soaked
and steely prick.  I released Lee's rod and reciprocated the fast, firm
wanking that I was receiving.  We both speeded up our strokes until,
simultaneously, with a deep gasp, we both blew our loads of pent up semen
into each others sliding fists.  With my face so close to Lee's sexual
geyser, the raw smell of his semen filled my nostrils.  The hot cream had
gushed all over my hands.

"You sexy little devil," I whispered, "how will we ever get any sleep if
you keep waking me like that?"

"You like it, Andy.  You my stallion man, make me have big spunk.  You have
hot spunking too.  OK now we sleep.  I try to keep my hands away from your
sexy man-body."

Lee gave one of his deep sighs of contentment and I could tell, by his
breathing that he was almost instantly asleep again.

In the early morning I was woken again by my impish little bedmate.  Again
his ardent pleasuring ended in my experiencing a humungous orgasm.  In the
warm bed I heard the fiercely whispered statement:

"Andy, you my stallion man.  You have plenty spunk.  You strong man.  Very
powerful lover for Lee." Another huge sigh of pleasure and we both drifted
off to sleep again.

In the morning we had a refreshing shower together to emerge free of the
sticky, sweaty excesses of the night.  Bright, fresh and cleansed.  Lee
really enjoyed the shower, splashing happily around for what seemed like
hours.  He seemed to hardly take his eyes from me.  Smiling widely whenever
he caught my eye.  I have to say that I spent a considerable amount of time
staring at his perfectly formed little man's body.  Beautiful in its form
and so lithe and graceful in its movements.

I rang room service and ordered breakfast for the two of us which appeared
remarkably quickly.  When he heard the knock on the door, Lee shot into the
bathroom.  Once everything was set up, I knocked on the bathroom door,

"Come out when you're ready, Lee.  Come and have a great looking
breakfast."

He appeared with a towel wrapped around his cute little body like a sarong.
He grinned happily at me and we set about demolishing the orange juice,
coffee and croissants.  As we ate I asked Lee about the banking course
which he was studying in London.  As he was telling me all about it, I was
reminded again that he had a quick, bright mind and an impish sense of
humour.

"What about the present financial crisis in the Far East, Lee?" I asked
him.  "What's going to happen to the Japanese economy?"

He answered me at considerable length bringing in the Indonesian situation,
the effect on Australia and New Zealand and, indeed, in a relatively short
space of time gave me a very succinct resume of the world situation and the
possible developments in the near future.

It was a most interesting scenario that he had painted.  I looked at him
with renewed respect, this was a totally different side to his character.
My erotic little bedfellow had an intellect to be reckoned with.

I asked him how he thought Indonesia would cope after the overthrow of
Suharto.  He suggested some interesting developments.  We then talked for a
while about the current situation in Hong Kong.

After a leisurely and extremely interesting breakfast, I suggested to Lee
that we went out and had a look around the town.

"There's an area of the town called 'The Lanes'" I told him, "where all the
antique shops are located.  Old silver and antique jewellery, all sorts of
funny stuff."

Lee changed character.  From being the serious young banker, he once again
became an excited holiday companion.  He jumped up eagerly, shed his
'sarong' and delved into his pack to drag out some clothes.  We both got
dressed and left the room together.

The Lanes were just by the hotel and we plunged into the narrow shopping
streets, filled with looky-look people, browsing around the many antique
and jewellery shops.  Lee was obviously fascinated, his eyes darting
everywhere.  I loved looking at him, when he walked ahead of me I drank in
the sight of his small sexy body, gazed at his pert little bum filling out
the thin, worn denim jeans that clung tightly to his body, emphasising the
curves and valley.  I had plundered that bottom and would do so again.  He
was mine and with his total compliance .

After enjoying the Lanes for a while, we strolled out of the area, across
the busy road and over to the pier.  We wandered out to sea along its
length, passing through all the tacky souvenir shops and 'amusements'.

"You have to buy a stick of Brighton Rock" I told Lee.

"Why I buy rock?" he queried.  "Where is rock?"

"There, look, that pink stick.  See, it has Brighton down the centre."

"What is use of rock?" he asked.

"You suck it" I told him.

Lee looked at the hundreds of different sticks of rock in the shop, all
different sizes then up at me, he paused for a minute and then giggled.  "I
think I like Andy rock better."

We went up to the stall and I chose a long, fat, pink stick of rock for
him.

"Later I have to see if Andy rock has London written down middle." He
chuckled happily to himself and I longed to pinch his pert little bottom
but already I knew that he would be more shocked than a maiden aunt at such
a public display.

We wandered back from the end of the pier and went into a pub where I
introduced Lee to a Ploughman's Lunch.

In the afternoon we walked along the ocean front, out to the huge marina.
Lee was interested in the yachts there and in the housing development.
There was a taxi stand near the marina office so we didn't have to walk
back into the centre of town.

By now it was nearly 7 o'clock

I'd spotted a Thai restaurant as we'd walked through the town and I thought
that it must be about time for Lee's daily intake of rice.  We went in and
this time I ordered with the help of a cute young lad; it has to be said, I
really do get turned on by these young oriental guys.  I think Lee noticed
me eyeing up our cute young waiter.  I really couldn't help glancing at his
pert little bottom, framed by a pair of thin black cotton trousers.  The
seat was very well worn and shiny and emphasised the sexy shape of his bum.

We had a good meal although Lee told me that he found the food very hot and
spicey, he said that Thai food was all right but he really preferred
Chinese food.

"Chinese food is a bit like Chinese sex." I murmured.

"Why food like sex?" Lee asked.

"Well, how ever much you have you'll be sure to feel hungry for more a
short time later!"

After we'd eaten we went back to the hotel to have a shower and change for
the evening.

"There's some good clubs in Brighton," I told Lee.  "I think you'll like
them.

We took our time over changing and it was about half past nine before we
were ready to go out.  We went to a couple of gay pubs but I could tell
that Lee was not really very comfortable there.  Then, when the pub we were
in closed, we set off on a club crawl.  We had a great evening and Lee soon
cheered up when we hit the crowded dance floor.  He was a star attraction
and I was proud to be his partner. A lot of the guys watched him as he
danced and I could see lust in their eyes as they followed his lithe,
gyrating body.

He twists and turns to the sound, carving a path in the crowd like a knife
slashing into flesh.  He doesn't care about the crowd dancing on the
crowded floor.  He's a tornado, caught up in the wild jetstreams of the
atmosphere around him: amplified, magnified, intensified.  A young bundle
of muscle and jeans.  I thrash to the music.  Hot, sweaty bodies collide
against mine.  There is energy in the collisions; I am gripped in the
power, and I buck like a horse being broken.  I don't see anything.  The
music doesn't require sight.  You can feel your internal organs throb,
hammered by the sound.  The sound rises.  Then it ebbs, and dies.  The
incredible feeling fades around me.  I open my eyes.

Lee's eyes are fixed on mine.  Dark eyes, deeply filled with love and
obedience.

He grins.  "Is good dancing, huh Andy? You are liking?"

Now the music starts again and we're gyrating wildly once more.  Lee's
jeans are wet with sweat.  Looking down, I can see his bulge.  I think his
cock is hard.  I've stopped with my legs spread.  He's between them.  The
insides of my knees are a half inch from the outside of his.  I encompass
him.  Through his half opened shirt I can see sweat glistening on the
expanse of his chest like a polish.

Streams of it pour from his underarms like little Niagras.  His pectorals
swell ever so gently.  Sweat is beaded on his nipples.  A pool of it has
collected in his navel.  He is smooth.  Not the slightest hair of that
tanned torso.  We are two excited males, crotch to crotch.

"Yep, Lee it's awesome," I said.  I lift my eyes from his crotch to his
face.  His odour is incredible.  You can smell him.  Everyone in the
crowded room has got to be able to smell this man.  It's testosterone
perfume.  Ripe testicles dissolved in man sweat, sweetened with semen,
steeped in jeans and jockstraps and jockeys.

The music roars.  He cranes his neck upward.  His gaze seems fixed on my
gyrating body.  I feel through my hand his muscles tense.  His hips start
to move.  I release him.  I watch his arse move back and forth.  I watch
the sweat-wet jeans - how they cling to the curves of his bottom.  No bum
like the one before me has ever been more perfect.  Melons? Grapefruits?
There isn't anything to compare Lee's arse to.

I hadn't realised that there were small slits in his jeans, just below his
arse, they showed me the smooth tanned skin.  They are like big eyes,
looking back at me.  My cock is a burning log thrust down my jeans.  It
looks as if I've shoved a night stick down my jeans.  The fabric bulges and
strains around the long shape.  I can feel every inch of cloth stroking and
stimulating my rod.  A fire is burning behind my eyes.  This was my lover
and I was going to have him again tonight.  Shag his willing body until we
were both sexually exhausted.

It was 3 o'clock before we left the club and made our way back to the hotel
and we were both very excited from the clubbing.  I felt as randy as a
stallion and couldn't wait to get into Lee's pants.  By the way he gazed at
me and rubbed his body up against mine like a hungry cat, I had a feeling
that the urgency was mutual.

"Now I have shower" he announced.

I pounced on him, seized him by the waist and dragged him up to my body, I
bent down and crushed my lips against his.  As our lips pressed together I
felt Lee's tongue wriggle against my closed lips and worm its way into my
mouth.  After a long, sexy tongue duel he broke off the battle.

"Now I have shower." he said.

"No! I want you as you are." I held him prisoner in my arms while he
wriggled like a slippery fish to try and free himself.

"But I all sweaty.  I have to take shower.  You not like me."

"Wrong!" I said "you couldn't be more wrong.  Listen, you had a long shower
before we went out this evening, so basically you are squeaky clean," - I
prodded his stomach and he squeaked like a toy, "what you've got is good
honest sexy sweat.  I want you NOW."

I continued to clasp his body to mine and fumbled with his belt buckle,
twisted open the button at the top of his jeans pressing myself against his
groin, sliding my hand down in between us so I could feel his cock stiffen
against my hand.  I cupped my hands holding his cock and balls through his
jeans sliding my other hand down the back under the waistband over his arse
cheeks and then back up sliding my finger up through the crack in his arse
over his hole and then back up so I could pull down his jeans to see his
basket straining and then pulled down his underpants so his cock sprang out
and erect whilst I slid my hands up the inside of his thighs.

I dragged his jeans down, he automatically stepped out of them.  Then I
seized his skimpy white underpants and dragged them down too.  They were
soaked with sweat and I nuzzled my face into them, breathing in the raw
sexuality of my oriental sex slave.

I knelt down and kissed and licked my way up from his knees up the inside
of his thighs, up until I could smell his musky groin up and then slowly
licked his balls and then back up along the base of his cock until I reach
the bottom of his helmet and nibbled on his foreskin.  I pressed my lips
over the tube of skin and slid it down the rigid body of his prick.  Then I
slid my tongue over his helmet taking his cock deep into my mouth as I
probed my finger back up into his arse and alternate between pulling down
on his balls, feeling them on my chin and sliding my finger back deep into
his arse.

I put my lips to his ear and whispered softly:

"I love to feel your arse muscles contracting around my finger while I suck
your cock, then turn you round, take a good long sniff up and down your
arse crack and then probe your hole with my tongue and stroke your cock
with my hand then take your sack in my mouth and lick your balls.  "

Lee groaned, his eyes were filled with lust and he replied:

"Oh Andy, you must fuck me with your big Brighton Rock."

All of this I did and Lee became a quivering jelly under my ministrations.
As for me, I revelled in the power that I had over this sexy young male.

What I was going to do now that my Chinese toy boy was filled with hot
sexual desire was to shag him with his legs around my shoulders.  I stroked
my cock up and down his arse crack and over his hole and then back up and
wiped my cock on his balls sliding my helmet back and forth.  I grabbed his
cock and slid our two frantic organs together in my hands so our pre-cum
mixed together and I could feel his balls rubbing on mine.

Now I was overcome with raw sexual fervour.  I had to shag this beautiful
young oriental.  He lay on his back on the bed.  I flung his legs up in the
air and forced my hips between them.  Frantically I rubbed my cock-head
against his puckered anus, probing, searching .  .  .  then p e n e t r a t
i n g.

Lee groaned deeply "Soooo big, Andy, fuuuck me with that Andy-prong .  .  .
."

Now I had him..  He was mine.  My masculine urges drove my penis deep into
his clenching arse, slowly out again then another animilstic thrust.  I
swung into my fucking rhythm, Lee thrust upwards as I plunged inwards.  The
bed shook.  Lee moaned.  Then.  Fast, short desperate strokes and despite
my willing not to let it happen but to prolong our fierce fucking, the dam
burst and I plunged one last desperate time deep into Lee's grasping,
clenching passage.  My semen must have jetted deep into him.  With a gasp I
withdrew my weapon and then I pulled us back together,

I clasped Lee to my body and rolled over so that he was on top of me, he
started to hump, faster and faster until with a long, loud gasp, he came
over our stomachs.  Then I slid my tongue into his ear and he rubbed and
gyrated on top of me until we both come again over me this time and I felt
the heat of his cum and smelt the sweat coming from our bodies coupled with
the sharp raw odour of freshly jetted man-cum.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

I slept like a log for the rest of the night and awoke to find daylight
filtering in through the curtains.  I glanced at the clock radio beside the
bed - 8 o'clock.  Snuggled up hard against my body was the warm, sleeping
body of my young sexy Chinaman.  His bottom was packed tight into my groin
and his animal heat combined with my ordinary wake-up hard-on once again
flooding my system into near sexual overload.

I lay there remembering our two sexual encounters of the previous night.
He had proved to be a talented and frantic lover rather than the shy
reserved young man that I had thought him to be during our first meetings..
Desperate to please and, I reckoned, very fulfilled himself at the result
of his pleasuring of my appreciative body.

Now I bent my head forward and smelled his hair, slid my nose down and
drank in the odour from his slumbering body.  He smelt sexy, I wanted more.
Slowly disentangling myself I rolled away.  Lee mumbled something and
shifted his limbs but, by his continued deep steady breathing I could tell
my movement had not woken him.  I slowly and quietly moved my face closer
to him.  Now I was doing to him what he had done to waken me in the dark
hours of the previous night.

I moved my face into his body.  Very slowly and lightly I smelt my way
down.  My face slid down his chest, across to an armpit, I paused to breath
in the sweaty smell from the damp tuft of hair hidden in there.  Raw male
sweat-scent.  Some people may not be turned on by such things but for me
raw man smells always fill me with lust.

Back across his chest, softly, quietly.  Now I worked my way downwards,
from hard, firm chest muscles I encountered the softer surface of his
stomach.  I paused there.  Different texture, different scents.  With
gathering excitement I worked further down.  Now my face could feel his
thick pubic bush and my nose gathered in the raunchy smell of man-crotch.
I also encountered a steel hard rod with its own sharp sex odour.

By now Lee was well awake and he squirmed as I stuck out my tongue and
nibbled my lips on his long overhanging foreskin.  I teased the head of his
cock that I could imagine peeping shyly out of its protective shroud.  His
cock surged under my touch and my lips and my nose told me that his
foreskin had rolled back down his shaft readying his cock-head for further
torment.  I slurped my tongue around the helmet of his cockhead.  He
groaned.  I swirled around some more, then abandoned his hardness for a
further excursion, past the base of his penis to bury my nose into his ball
sack.  Different scents yet again.  Ball sweat generated during the night,
reminiscent of locker rooms and sweaty sports shorts.  I nosed inside his
balls to where the top of his thighs joined his trunk, sniffing deeply and
then nipping the delicate skin with my front teeth.

Lee lurched and thrust his crotch harder into my face.  I took a final deep
lungful of sweaty ball smells before setting off again, this time upwards
to engulf his cock in my saliva filled mouth.  I suctioned his cock and
worked my lips up and down the shaft.  I'm not the world's greatest
cocksucker but Lee's low grunts of pleasure and humping hips told me that
he had to be enjoying it.  I removed my mouth and dribbled saliva along the
shaft of his rod.  He tried to grab it with his fisted hand but I forced
the hand away and started to wank him myself.  Up and down I rubbed, side
to side.  I pulled his cock outwards and let it flip back against his
belly.  I worked the pre-cum that leaked copiously from his cock slit all
around the helmet.  I wanked the shaft again, light but fast.

Lee groaned now, a desperate moaning, the pleasure must be almost painful.
Without warning he gave a loud gasp, his body jolted, hips thrust and he
spunked.  A jetting burst of hot, white semen, then three more powerful
jolts.  His sperm coupled with his sweat and the powerful sexual odours
combined to form an aphrodisiac.  Lee's cock started to lose its steel
hardness and semen dribbled out of his slit.  I smeared this around his
cock head but he gasped and forced my hand away.  His powerful orgasm was
over and his cock too sensitive for further stimulation.

We got up, showered and had breakfast.  Once again I was surprised at the
change in Lee once our sexual appetite had been sated.  The demure young
man once again filled me with interest about life in his own country.

Later in the morning we packed our luggage such as it was, loaded the car
and I drove back to London, via the glory of the South Downs.

You can be sure that when I dropped Lee at his student lodgings I made
arrangements to see him again - and what happened at our next meeting may
be the basis of another story!