Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 03:08:09 PDT
From: andy macdonald <andymacdon@hotmail.com>
Subject: two-minds-single-thought-2

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

Did you read the first part of this story?  Did you hope for more?
Well here it is - and there may be yet more to come  .  .  .

You can write and encourage me to write the third episode at:

andymacdon@hotmail.com


CHAPTER III.

Hey Great.  Here he is.  Looking desperately worried but oh so cute.
He's dressed in a short leather jacket, over a white shirt and a pair
of tight well-worn blue jeans.  He is my sexual fantasy become real.

"Jump in young Michito," I say holding the door open for him.  He
clambers in placing his back-pack carefully on the rear seat.  He sits
in silence as I start up and pull into the Warwick Road traffic flow.
I glance sideways at him and see that he is very flustered and
trembling, in fact in quite desperate state.

"What's the matter my fine friend?"

"Ahhh .  .  .  I think I miss you.  I not sure of Earls Court station,
Warwick Road station, Wembley entrance.  I got frightened that I miss
you." he gasps.

"Poor old lad," I say patting him on the leg.  I negotiate the turn
into Cromwell Road and for a while the driving occupies my attention,
meanwhile Michito sits still and silent.  I drive on, turning off at
the Hogarth roundabout and making my way towards the start of the M3.
My passenger remains silent and I wonder what his problem is.

Soon we're on the motorway and I speed up to 70mph, plus a bit and I
sense that my new crew member is at last starting to relax a bit.  He
wriggles in his seat.

"You have beautiful car" he whispers.  He is looking all round at the
car and at me and peers at the speedometer.

   I am so happy.  I am in this beautiful sports car, my new friend
   drives so well an we are speeding along.  Out of London.  Into the
   country.  Towards a yacht and I can only hope towards something I
   long for so much with this hunky young god.  Suddenly my three days
   of loneliness have turned into a great adventure.  I begin to lose
   the terror of the morning and look forward to excitements that may
   come.

We drive down the M3 and onto the M27 and finally through Fareham and
into Gosport where I park the car in the marina car park.  We get out
and I walk off to find a trolley for our gear and the food.  We walk
across the road and onto the pontoons.  By now Michito is trotting
along beside me, his eyes wide with excitement, peering in every
direction at the boats, at the museum submarine up on its concrete
stilts.  I glance at him and catch his mood of joy, he seems like a
young puppy that has suddenly been released and has gained its freedom.
However he is still very silent.

We arrive at the boat and I unlock the hatch and dive down below.
Without my saying anything Michito has started to unload the trolley
and pile the gear up on deck.  Then I see him disappear off down the
pontoon with it.  Presumably taking it back to the entrance.  Good lad,
I think.

He arrives back on board and sits down quietly in the saloon.

"Have a good look around," I say, "go wherever you want, open the
lockers, just make yourself at home."

He looks at me with his wonderful almond-shaped eyes and I notice that
they are filled with happiness.  Now he sets off on a tour of
inspection of the boat.  From the chart table I watch his perfectly
shaped small body in its trim white shirt and form- hugging jeans and
hope.  Hope that my hunch is correct and that he's gay, worried that he
has shown little sign of being so.  Hoping that he might find me as
desirable as surely I find him.

   I look around this fantastic yacht.  It is so well fitted out with
   every convenience you could want.  It was so very good to be on
   board a boat again.  How I had missed the sailing trips that I'd
   done with my family and friends for as long as I could remember.  I
   come back into the saloon and sit down, looking at Andy.  So calm,
   strong, manly and I hope.  Hope that my feelings are right and that
   he's gay, worried that he has shown little sign of being so,
   although several times I have noticed him looking at me - I think in
   a certain way? I hope against hope.

"What do you think of her then?" Andy asks.

"Her? Who? Where is she?" Surely not a woman.  My worst fears.

"The boat, what do you think of the boat, Michito?"

"Ahh - so, the boat.  The boat is wonderful, amazing, it has
everything.  I like it so much."

"OK then.  Let's get this gear stowed, I said "These bottles go in the
bilges under the floorboards in the aft cabin.  You go on in there and
I'll pass them down to you."

He goes on ahead of me and bends over to lift the floorboard; it's
stuck and he tussles with it and as he does so I gaze directly at his
pert little rump straining the seat of his tight blue jeans.  What a
position and how I long to get inside those jeans and explore their
sexy contents.

"Here, let me have a go," I say, "you hop up onto the bunk and I'll see
if I can shift it.  He hops and I bend down to try to lever up the
boards.  Our faces end up inches apart.  I can smell Michito's
seductive body smell, it is too much for me.  Casting caution to the
winds I lean forward and kiss his soft cheek.

What will happen? Shock? Disgust? Flight?

No, just a soft sigh, a quick wriggle and then, like a young frightened
animal Michito's face is buried into my neck, his arms wrapped round my
shoulders, clinging hold and his body is wracked with heart-rending
sobs.  He is shaking and trembling all over.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's up?" I whisper into his ear.

"Andy, oh Andy, I so hoped you want me.  Since I arrive in London I
have no friend.  I am lonely.  I miss my home and my family.  My
friends and my life.  I see you, amazing strong man, so full of
confidence and life.  We go in sports car now we are in fantastic boat,
the boat make me think of my Mother, my Father, all my family and .  .
.  and .  .  and now I think maybe you like me in a special way."

With that he gazes deep into my eyes with a look of desperate longing.
By way of a reply I ease his face away from my neck and place my lips
softly on his.  I kiss his mouth, feeling his soft moist lips.  It is a
lingering gentle kiss and I feel Michito press his body urgently
against mine.

"You poor lonely little guy," I whisper into his ear, "but maybe now
your loneliness is over."

Michito continues to cling to me for a while, still trembling, then in
a muffled voice:

"Since I first saw you in the restaurant I longed that I could be your
friend.  You are strong, I like to look at you so much.  I dreamt about
you.  Then you ask me to meet you and so nearly it goes wrong.  I am
afraid you drive there and I am lost, not there.  You just drive away
again and say Arsehole! I think that I lose our friendship before it
can begin."

I rock him gently in my arms and slowly his trembling gets less.  I
want him, want him so badly and my want manifests itself between my
legs.  But I sense that now is not the time.  This courtship should be
subtle and gentle.

"Hey my special friend, let's get this boat ready for sea." I say.
Michito disentangles his clinging body from mine and gives me a huge,
excited grin.

"Yessir, Captain." He stands to attention and salutes and from a quick
glance between his legs I can't help noticing that other parts of his
body are also at attention.

"I think we are only going to work on your boat," he says.

"Nope, I've watched you since we got here.  I can see that you know a
bit about sailing boats.  I'm sure that we can manage with just the two
of us.  Let's get the gear stowed and get ready to sail."

We both turn to, stow all our gear and the food that I brought down and
then go up on deck and stow the sail cover and bend on the working jib.
Without my saying anything Michito nips ashore and rigs the head and
stern lines as slips.  I'm very impressed, this young man is an
accomplished sailor.  All the time he is working I am admiring his
lithe, trim body.  We are alone in my boat, he has shown more than a
little interest in me .  .  .  .  .  .


"OK my friend. Let's go. I'll look after the stern line if you'll
stand by the headline".  I ease the gear lever into ahead and then
astern to test the engine and then:

"Right, Michito, Let Go For'ard!"

He slips the headline and I motor out of the berth into the harbour.  I
take the small boat channel and in no time we are out into the Solent.
To my delight and with out my saying anything, I see Michito bend on
and check the halliards.  I reach into the cockpit locker and find the
jib sheets which I dump onto the deck.  He picks them up and
confidently lays them out along the deck.

"Well done.  That's great.  I'll just come up head to wind and we'll
set the Main." Up goes the sail without any fuss and, again, I admire
the sight of my new-found friend's muscular young body as he works
steadily around the deck.  I can hardly tear my eyes away from his
taut, jean-clad bum, the tight seam that ran up and down his crack,
emphasised by the form- hugging jeans.  Now I adore mens' bottoms and
my palms long to cup those muscular buns.  To rub and feel the warmth
and sense the raw male power.  There are a great many things that I
long to do to that cheeky looking bum.  My cock jerks in my underwear
as I observe this sexy guy stretch up to shackle on the halliard, his
T-shirt riding up to expose the honey- coloured skin around his waist
and the waistband of his briefs.

Now he is bending over to tighten the rope and I can make out the
outline of his briefs through the thin cotton material of his jeans.
Oh My - is he sexy or what?

   Now I am truly happy.  I am working around a yacht again and Andy
   does not have to tell me what to do.  He just expects that I will
   know how to get this beautiful yacht ready for sea.  I want to
   impress him without showing off.  I love this Andy so much, not just
   because he is a big, strong, sexy man but because he is gentle and
   loving in his mind.  As I work on deck I glance at my big, hunky
   friend.  He looks so wonderful, so manly.

   I was afraid just now that he would have crude rough sex with me.  I
   did not want sex then.  I was still frightened that I had missed
   this wonderful opportunity to make a friend - a friend with so much
   to offer.  I think he sensed this because I could feel that he was
   aroused.  That he had strong sexual urge.  Me too but I was not
   ready then for more.  Now we are sailing and I am so happy.  Now I
   become more and more in need.  I would like to explore Andy's body,
   to bring pleasure to him and therefore also to me.

It is a glorious afternoon and the boat slips gently along taking
advantage of a fair wind and tide.  In no time we are out between the
forts and standing on for Langstone Harbour.  A friend of mine has a
mooring there which he's not using at the moment and I know that he
won't mind if I pick it up for the night.  I brief Michito on what we
are going to do and give him the helm for a bit while I hand the sails
and get the foredeck ready to pick up the buoy.  In no time we are
secured and the deck is all snugged down for the night.

"Right ho, Michito, let's get the dinghy pumped up." I say and he helps
me to drag it out of its locker, connect up the pump and inflate it.

In no time we are ready to launch it and the we jump in and row ashore
to a really good pub which serves real ale and great food.  We eat and
drink our fill and Michito tells me some of his sailing experiences
with his family in Japanese waters.  After listening to him, I am no
longer surprised that he is so handy around the boat.

At closing time, comfortably full of good food and good ale, we row
gently back to the yacht.  It is a magic night, warm and still and we
glide back across the mirror-like surface of the water which is bathed
in strong, silvery moonlight.  I watch Michito's face, filled with
contentment and happiness.  We arrive safely back on board and together
we haul the dinghy up on deck for the night before going below into the
snugness of the saloon.  Now I am really yearning to have this sexy
looking young man.

   Oh what an evening.  It is so good to have a friend again.  A
   wonderful, kind friend who now I start to love very much.  He likes
   to hear about my sailing at home and he tells me a little of his
   life.  We eat very good English food and I like the beer although I
   think it is quite strong.  Soon I feel a little bit drunk.  Only a
   little, it is nice feeling.  But I take care because to be drunk on
   a boat is not safe.  The journey back to the yacht is so peaceful
   and beautiful.  My heart is full of happiness and excitement.  Now I
   very much want pleasure with my gentle giant.

I stand by the galley and I gaze at Michito.  My longing for him
increases and I think to myself that because of his size this young man
looks not much more than a boy.  A really slender figure, scarcely any
hips at all but with a cute, muscley bottom that I'd admired all day,
covered by the thin blue denim of his tight jeans.  I'm getting very
randy now and I wonder whether my horniness will be reciprocated?

"Coffee, Michito?" I ask him.  He nods and I fill the kettle, light the
gas and then go over to the table and sit down on one of the
bunk-seats.

"It won't keep you awake all night will it?" I enquire.

"I hope so," he answers with a wicked grin.  And then as I sit there I
feel him bump into my legs, those provocative buttocks pressing against
my knees.  He doesn't back off and I open my legs so that he can slide
between them.  From the back he looks young, his soft hair forms a V
down the back of his neck.  As he nestles in the cleft, he looks round
at me and smiles.  A shock of soft hair which looks black as night,
fresh complexion, young, a smiling mouth.

"Do you want a drink?" I ask, "a glass of rum maybe.  All sailors like
rum"

"I never try rum," he answers.

"Then it's high time a sexy saucy sailor-boy like you tried," I grinned
at him.  I twist round, open a locker and grab two glasses and the
bottle of Pusser's Rum.  I pour two good tots and hand one to Michito.
"Cheers, my new- found friend." Michito takes a swig of his rum and
immediately splutters.  "Is very strong," he gasps."

"Good for you," I say, "Rum.  Great stuff.  Nelson's blood.  Do you
know what some people reckon are the three most important things in the
Navy? Rum, The Lash and Sodomy.  Or other people say it's Rum, Bum and
Baccy.

Michito giggles.  "We have Rum now.  I do not know what is the Lash or
what is Baccy so maybe we do not need them.  So what is missing?"

My sailor sips his rum, his buttocks are still cupped in the space
between my legs.  I find myself rising to the occasion.  Michito pushes
backwards so that our bodies press together, Michito's back against my
chest, rubbing his buttocks against my growing erection.  This time I
know that the trembling is not fear, not relief from worry but raw
sexual excitement.  I put my arms around his hips and as I palm in his
groin, I feel the hot outline of an answering hardon.  My fingers trace
the rigid contour.

Michito puts his drink down on the table.  His hands find mine and
moves them so that they are at the waist band of his jeans.  This
enables me to loosen his belt so that I can slip my fingers down inside
them.  I feel hot skin and he is now so close that I can smell the warm
male body smell of him.  He sucks in his stomach and, diving down, I
feel the elastic of his briefs, I slip under the tight waistband, down
over the warm flat silkiness of his stomach, I feel the furry fuzz of
pubic hair.  Finally my probing fingers feel the hard shaft with its
soft outer skin and I detect a warm droplet of excitement exuding from
the lips of his foreskin.  My hand grasps the cock and I rub it, in a
slow, sinuous regular movement.  Michito pushes himself even further
back so that my cock is forced into the crack between those tantalising
mounds with only the material of his jeans preventing actual direct
physical contact.

I sniff the clean, recently washed, smell of his hair, the work and
travel body smells he has generated.  Not dirty but good honest manly
sweat smells.  I pause, dizzy with the excitement of at last being able
to explore this cute young guys intimate places.  And with his obvious
compliance.

"Don't stop!"

I oblige and continue my secret investigations inside his jeans and
underwear.  My exploring fingers feeling the hot, sweaty love-tackle
and sending shots of lust directly to my brain, to be retransmitted to
my throbbing cock.  As my fingers grope, my mind converts their
explorations into smells and tastes.  I find his cock; small, petite
like the body that carries it but hard, hard as steel.  My fingers feel
up towards the hot hard head.  I feel carefully and slide slowly up and
down.  Yes! I feel the soft veil of skin and slip it up and down the
shaft.  The shaft jolts, jumps with joy.  I continue to grope his dick
and slip my gripping hand up and down, slipping, sliding, frictioning,
faster and faster.

"Cum NOW!! Spurt that ssssspunk ! !" I hiss into his ear.

Michito suddenly goes rigid, he gives a heart-rending moan of passion
which comes from deep within his body, his cock pulses and I feel the
hot, sticky liquid gush into my hand.  I grasp his penis till he's
spent.  Then I withdraw my hand and hold it to my nose, breathing in
the hot, sweet musky smell of his love juice.  I have just been a part
of a male sexual volcano.  My sailor-boy turns to face me, panting,
gasping at the spending of his passion and the emission of his seed,
mopping up his sticky crotch with a handkerchief, then doing himself
up.

He smiles sheepishly at me, his lustful eyes promise much.  "We can do
many other things," he gasps, "I don't take long to recover." He sits
down on the bunk beside me and leers wickedly.

"Now I want you," he says, grinning lasciviously at me.  "I want to see
strong Englishman, see what you have got for me.  I want to give you
great pleasure in your private places." He moves up very close to me
and begins to expertly touch the taught muscles through my thin cotton
shirt.  He speaks quietly and soothingly to me - - relax and breath
deeply he tells me.  Then he reaches down to the top button of my
shirt.

"Is it OK," he asks.  Suddenly afraid to take the initiative.

"Sure," I reply.

With trembling fingers he slowly undoes each button, revealing my firm
chest with its covering of soft blonde hair.  I sense that he has this
tremendous urge to run his fingers through my thick fur.  Now
spontaneously he pulls my shirt over my head and, after holding it up
to his face for a second, throws it onto the bunk.  I know what he
sees.  Strong and lightly muscular, dark skin, soft blonde hair
accenting my pecs.  More of it points from my navel down into my blue
jeans.  He looks up briefly and gazes straight into my eyes.  He's not
seen me shirtless before.  Now his fingers lightly glide across my bare
skin and a shiver runs through me.  Not a cold shiver.  No, these are
the shivers of intense pleasure that run deep inside and eventually
find their way to my balls.  I feel my dick start to jerk in my
underwear inside my tight-fitting jeans and I know that he cannot miss
my arousal.  I wonder what he will do next.

As he continues to stroke my chest he is looking intently down into my
lap.  His face showing a look of greedy anticipation.  The bulge of my
erection grows, rising straight out from my crotch.  Seeing me excited
excites him.  His own dick which has so recently spewed forth its jolts
of man-spunk, grows and lengthens in his jeans, Instinctively he needs
to touch himself but he keeps his hands busy caressing my tight
muscles.  I hear myself sigh deeply in appreciation.  I sense that he
is feeling tremendous satisfaction at the pleasure he's giving both of
us.  It stirs my genitals even more.  he leans his head into my stomach
and catches his breath.  I realise that the touch of my hair and the
male smell of my body excites his sex.  My penis continues to throb.  I
know that precum is starting to soak into my briefs.  He looks up into
my face.  My eyes are closed, my face muscles relaxed.  My lips form a
slight smile.  Now, with feather-light finger tips he lightly feels
around my ears for a few moments, then lets his hands move down the
front of my neck again caressing into the hair above my pecs.  He finds
my nipples and begins to slide across them with his finger tips.
Feather-light, gentle love-making.

"Oh, God, that feels good," I say.

My nipples begin to get hard and the harder they get the more currents
of excitement race to my balls and cock.  I feel my hard-on
uncontrollably jerking in my jeans.  My hand moves automatically to the
bulge and I start stroking and rubbing the length and head of my hidden
rod.  I open my eyes and see him staring hungrily at my tented crotch.
I want so badly to touch myself, to free the demanding bone between my
legs.  But he keeps his fingers working over and pinching my nipples.
"You may have it, take it out, Michito," I say.  "I know you want to
see it."

I start to move my hand to my zipper to free my throbbing cock, to
relieve the urgent pressure, but Michito pushes it away.

"I do it," he grunts.

I feel his feather-light touch caressing my aroused groin.  This time
his finger tips drum against the cloth of my jeans, provocative,
exploratory, gauging the dimensions of the caged beast he is so eager
to meet.  Now my zip is slowly lowered exposing my briefs containing my
frantic manhood which pushes the thin cotton through the expanding
flies.  The tripping fingers now feel their way up and down the outline
of my organ which twitches once again, this time with impatience.

"You like it?" I gasp.

"I like Very Much," he answers and begins to stroke its full length
through the thin cotton briefs.  Precum dampens the cloths and he rubs
it around the sensitive helmet.  Now my jeans ride low on my hips.  My
white briefs stand out against my dark skin.

   I gaze at the trail of hair below Andy's naval.  "Where's it go?" I
   ask as I let my finger trace the edge of his Jockeys.  I try to
   sound naive and innocent and am sure I'm not convincing.

   "Check and see," he answers.  But first I place my hand again over
   the long bulge in his briefs.  "It is very impressive, Andy." I look
   up into his face and catch it flushing a bit.  I realise that he's
   actually quite shy.  With both hands I open the waist button of his
   jeans.  Then I slowly, very slowly ease them right down over his
   hips, down to his knees.  As his jeans slip down off his hips, my
   hand once again cups his hard-on.  Only the thin damp cotton of his
   briefs now separates me from what I long to touch.  I feel him throb
   under my palm.  Now he is struggling to push down his jeans and I
   help him get his sailing shoes and jeans off.  I guide him to
   straddle my legs.  Immediately my face is rubbing against the front
   of his underwear.  He pushes forward, forcing his hardness against
   my cheeks and nose.  His briefs have a clean smell with just
   slightest hint of precum and sharp male crotch-sweat.  I breath in
   his maleness deeply, Oh My, he smells good.  I start to mouth his
   hard-on, starting at the base of his shaft.  Soon I'm sucking at the
   precum around his cockhead.

   "Now, Andy, now," I whisper urgently.

   He knows what I mean and appreciates my urgency.  I ease down the
   front of his briefs, freeing his cock.  My lips go right to the
   head, sucking only the bulb into my mouth.  My tongue plays with his
   piss slit.  He can take just so much teasing and he grabs my head.
   I hold his cock steady as I slip his full length into my mouth.  He
   lets out a low, deep moan.  I begin to give serious attention to
   bringing him pleasure, working my mouth, tongue and teeth (very
   gently with the teeth) over and around his rock-hard manhood.  It
   isn't very long before I sense in him an urgency that says he's
   coming close to the edge.  I release his dick from my mouth.

   "Not yet, my beautiful Andy," I say.  "Let's get these off now." His
   briefs are quickly gone.  I begin to play with his balls.  I pull
   gently on them.  He grunts with pleasure.

   "Ah, you like that," I say.

   "Oh, yes," he replies.  I pull on them a few more times.

   "Careful...careful," he warns me.  His orgasm is a wave just about
   to break.

Now I'm frantic with lust.  I reach into a locker by my bunk and grab a
condom and the tube of lubricant I have stashed in there.  Michito
snatches the foil package out of my hand and with fingers trembling
with excitement and desire, he tears it open and in a flash has the
rubber slipped onto my rampant organ.  I squeeze a large glob of the
gel onto the head of my cock and start coating my erection with the
thick, watery substance.  I realise I need to be careful, too.  A few
too many strokes and I'll be shooting cum all over.  Michito watches me
carefully, obviously intrigued as always by the way I am handling my
cock.  Then he reaches over and both our hands touch, stroke and
squeeze my armed weapon.  Now he brings his lips up close to mine.  We
hesitate just a moment.  Our lips touch, our mouths open, our tongues
probe deeply.  A few moments later I really start to get close.  I
reluctantly pull away.  He tries to hold our kiss.

I let my lubricant covered hand explore the crack of his ass.  When I
touch his hole, he moans eagerly, encouraging me.  I begin to probe
gently, very gently.  The lubricant helps me ease the tip of my finger
into him.  I don't push any further wanting him to get used to my
penetration.  Then I ease my finger out.  I scoop some more lubricant
off my cock and return to his ass.  This time my finger slides all the
way in.  I find his prostrate and begin to massage it.  He's whimpering
in pleasure.  I ease my finger out of him.  Then I guide my compliant
lover back down onto my knees.  He doesn't say a word.  He doesn't have
to.  His eager smile says it all.  I begin to stroke my cock.

Suddenly Michito twists around and with eager wriggling sits on my lap
and rising up, he positions his bottom right over my erection.  He
begins to rub himself against the head of my lubricant-slicked cock.  I
reach down and hold my rod steady.

I'm amazed and excited at what he is doing.  His eager hole finds my
cockhead.  Tentatively, he eases downwards.

"That's my cock, Michito" I say.  "You like feeling it touch you
there?"

He nods vigorously.  "Oh Yes Andy, it feels so nice."

I feel him push again, then ease up.  Push again, ease up.  I rub more
lubricant on my cock.  He pushes again.  My cockhead begins to slowly
ease into him.  He obviously feels some pain and retreats.  I think
he's going to give up.  But he tries again.  This time more of me
enters him.  He stops.  It hurts like hell but he doesn't move, trying
to relax.  The pain begins to ease.  He pushes a little more and my
cockhead is totally enveloped.  My shaft is narrower than my flaring
cock-head, designed to penetrate and he finds himself slowly dropping
down into my lap until I'm buried deep inside him.

"Oh, I can't believe it ...  I can't believe it." he gasps, by now he's
covered in sweat.

"Are you OK?" I ask.

"Yes ...  yes," he grunts.  "Just please not to move, don't do
anything."

Then he wraps his arms around me.  Our lips meet and we kiss long and
deeply.  I feel his ass muscles tightening and relaxing around my sex.
My cock is engulfed in a hot, muscle- clenching tunnel and I feel
myself moving back and forth toward orgasm but not quite making it.  He
is filled with my hard presence and feel both fear of pain and
excitement at being penetrated by me for the first time.  He is in a
spell and can't move.  I break our kiss and look down between us.  His
eager dick rises up hard between our bellies.  I cover it with
lubricant and begin stroking him and he begins to hum in pleasure, more
loudly than before.  His second orgasm begins to build and as it does,
his ass muscles start to contract more tightly around my cock.  I feel
myself being carried along.  He wraps his arms tightly around me and
hold on.  Both of us are now drenched in sweat.  My nostrils filled
with the odours of rutting sexed-up maleness, my ears filled with the
grunts and groans of bliss.  His orgasm hits.  As his cum shoots up
between us, his ass even more strongly grips around me.  Then I'm over
the edge, crying out.  He must feel the blazing heat of my cum as I
flood his insides.

Frozen like statues, we stay like this for minutes? hours? Time stops.
I softened inside him and my dick eases out.  He mumbles something.  I
don't make out the words but that's OK.  I know they are nice words.
He moves to get up off me.  To free himself from my invading male
organ.  We both stand and embrace.  We are both bathed in sweat and
sticky with spunk and lubricant.  Two panting, sweaty sated young men.
Then I pick him up in my arms and carry him into the head.

I turn on the shower and hold his wriggling body under the warm water.
Michito is giggling and wriggling as I lather my hands with soap and
start to clean up his beautiful little body.  Running my hands
everywhere over his smooth skin, lathering, soaping cleansing.  Over
his chest, down into the private area of his groin, along his back as
he turns and twists in my firm grip.  Now my hands spread soap over his
cute little bottom, cupping the cheeks and my fingers clean out the
intimacy of his bum-crack, rubbing up and down deep in the cleft.
Michito grabs the soap and gives me the same treatment.  We are
wriggling and giggling like a couple of kids, revelling in the
cleansing of soap and water, our cocks becoming tumescent so soon after
their recent explosive releases.

Now I propel Michito out of the shower and vigorously rub him dry with
a large towel, then without a word I pick him up and dump him face
downwards onto my bunk.  He wriggles and I realise that already I have
begun to love this perfect little guy - his perfect small body and his
perfect trusting mind.  At the same time my lust rises yet again as I
gaze at his cute, round muscled buttocks.  I tumble into the bunk after
him and wrap us both snugly into the duvet.

   Now I think he is quite frantic for sex, just like me.  I have used
   my skills to arouse my new lover.  I see that he has found some
   lubricant and has squeezed it onto his gorgeous weapon.  Now I am
   sure that he wants to have me - and I am yearning to give him what
   he needs so urgently.  I watch eagerly the way he prepares his
   steely rod and now I reach over and my hands join his to touch,
   stroke and squeeze his weapon.  Now our lips join like our hands are
   joined, our lips touch, our mouths open and we are kissing greedily.
   Andy makes me shiver and shake with pleasure.  I sense he wants more
   as he tries to pull away while I try to hold our kiss.

   Oh what pleasure! I feel that his slippery fingers explore between
   into the valley of my bottom..  I feel him touch my very secret
   place and this makes, me feel wonderful, I cannot help but groan in
   pleasure which seems to encourage Andy.  Now he strokes inn there.
   I feel his slippery finger slide slowly into me a little way.  This
   startles me because this is not very usual for me but he is gentle
   and patient and does not enter any further, allowing me to get used
   to his penetration.  I feel him ease his finger out and he strokes
   his cock gathering more lubricant before he return to and returns to
   feeling my ass.  This time his finger slides all the way in and
   gives me intense sexual pleasure which makes me almost cry with the
   feel of it.  Now I feel his hands guiding me backwards, back between
   his strong thighs.  Then I guide my compliant lover back down onto
   my knees.  I can sense that his hands are rubbing up and down his
   huge phallic member.  I have to have him and N O W .  .  .  .
   Without warning I wriggle into a position so that my twitching
   bum-muscle is held right over his rampant erection.  I start to rub
   myself against the head of his slippery penis while his hand reaches
   down and hold his rod in the right place..  Andy grunts with
   excitement, realising the pleasure that my willing bottom will bring
   to his flaring manhood.  My eager hole makes contact with his
   flaring cockhead.  Slowly, carefully I ease downwards, allowing my
   new- found lover's cock to pleasure my bottom.

   "That's my cock, Michito" he says.  "You like feeling it touch you
   there?"

   "Oh Yes Andy, it feels so nice.  I want it."

   I push again, then slide up.  Push again, slide up.  I feel him rub
   more lubricant onto his invader then I push hard once more.  His
   cockhead begins to slowly ease into my ring.  It hurts me a little
   and makes me involuntarily to retreat.  I think it may be too big
   for me, hurt me too much But another part of me must have it and I
   ease down again.  This time more of him enters me.  I hold still
   because it hurts me very much and I try to relax.  Slowly the pain
   begins to ease.  Now I push a little more and I feel that his
   bulbous cockhead is totally inside my passage.  The shaft of his
   penis is narrower than the flaring cock-head, which has made the
   penetration and now I can slowly drop down into my lover's lap until
   I have him buried deep inside me.

   "Oh, I can't believe it ...  I can't believe it." I hear myself
   gasp, ad I realise that I am covered in sweat.

   "Are you OK?" Andy asks.  Oh he is such a considerate lover for he
   must urgently want to fuck.

   "Yes ...  yes," I gasp.  "Just please be still for a moment, don't
   do anything.  I am tight.  Not so used to this .  .  .  but I want
   it!"

   Then he hugs me, gripping my body with his arms.  I twist around and
   our lips meet and we kiss long and deeply.  The pleasure and
   intimacy of the kiss make my ass muscles tighten and relax around
   his sex.  His cock is buried deeply in my hot hole and my muscles
   clench onto the welcome invader.  At last I can bear to move up and
   down.  I do it now.  Fucking my bum up and down on his steely rod,
   gripping his cock with my ring muscle, rearing up and down bringing
   hideous pleasure to his probe and huge satisfaction deep within my
   own body.  I am fucking Andy, moving Andy ever nearer to his orgasm
   but taking care that he does not quite make it.  He is grunting and
   gasping, deep grunts of pleasure fill my ears and still I clench and
   fuck - easing upwards, thrusting downwards.

   I am filled with his hard presence and feel both fear of pain and
   excitement at the reciprocating penetration I am giving myself from
   this gorgeous man for the first time.  I look down between us and
   see my own organ stiffly erect between our bellies.  I find some of
   his slippery stuff, rub it onto my rod and begin stroking it.  It
   brings me such added joy that I hear myself hum in pleasure, more
   loudly than before.  My second eruption begins to build and I
   realise that as it does, my ass muscles start to contract more
   tightly around his cock.  Again Andy wraps his arms tightly around
   me and holds on.  Both of us are now drenched in sweat.  I am so
   excited with the smells and sounds of what we are doing in addition
   to the most wonderful feelings.

   I can't hold the pressure in my balls, for the second time I spurt
   out my semen and as my orgasm hits, as my cum shoots up between us,
   my ass even more strongly grips my lover's tool..  Then Andy
   explodes and gasps with the intense pleasure of his orgasm.  I can
   sense the blazing heat of his cum as it jets inside me.  Then we are
   frozen like statues, we stay like this for minutes? hours? Time
   stops.  I feel my man soften inside me and his cock eases out of my
   asshole.  I feel such intense pleasure that I speak to myself in my
   own language, expressing my sexual satisfaction and deep joy at the
   act that we have both just completed.  Then I move finally free
   myself of his invading male organ.  We stand up and fall into a post
   orgasmic kiss.  Then I feel myself being picked up and carried.
   Carried into the shower place.

   Andy and I take a shower together and it is another intimate thrill.
   His hands are everywhere on my body, in public places and in such
   private places.  I love it and I wriggle around like a slippery
   fish.  Pretending to protect myself from his invading fingers.  to
   protect my modesty but really loving the fondling ad caresses as he
   washes away the stickiness of our sweat and our emissions.  After he
   has washed me clean I try to do the same for him, also taking great
   liberties with where I touch and caress.

   Then he takes a large towel and dries us both.  He picks me up and
   throws me downwards onto the bunk where I wriggle to get more
   comfortable.  I am on my stomach and my bottom is bare.  I think
   that Andy stares at me.  Then he tumbles into the bunk after me and
   wraps us both snugly into the duvet.  I sigh deeply.  I have started
   to love this gorgeous Englishman with his powerful body and his
   gentle consideration for me.  I feel safe and happy to be so
   intimate with him.  I hope that I can bring him even more pleasure
   which at the same time will bring great joy to me.

So - They're both gay and both very highly sexed.

They have enjoyed their first sexual encounter together.

What will happen to the two young men in bed together, will they have
ever more frantic sex?

The story could be continued if you want more  .  .

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