Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 02:54:06 PST
From: andy macdonald <andymacdon@hotmail.com>
Subject: two-minds-single-thought - 8

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

			 <andymacdon@hotmail.com>


Here is another chapter of the story which tells of the meeting and
blossoming love, not to say lust, between the rich young British banker
and the sexy Japanese student.  When we last met them, they had just
spent a happy and exciting "mystery" weekend together in Brighton.

CHAPTER IX.

The two young lovers had enjoyed their "Mystery Weekend" together but now it
is back to work. The furious activity of the financial markets for Andy and
hard study at the university followed by long hours at the restaurant for
Michito. The pressures on the two of them makes it impossible to find time
to meet during the week, hard even to 'phone each other. However on
Wednesday Andy happens to get home earlier than usual and Michito, becoming
quite desperate to speak to his new-found friend and desperate at the
thought of losing him, phones from the restaurant.

   "Andy? Hello? Is you? Is Andy?"

"Hey, little fellow. Good to hear you. Yes, it's me. How are you? It's so
good to hear you."

Michito wriggles with joy at hearing again his lover's voice. And hearing in
that voice a genuine pleasure at being in touch again.

   "I'm good. More good because at last I talk with you. I try many times to
   call you but is always answer phone. I love you. You are well too? Can we
   meet at weekend? I so want to see you again . I miss you very much, all
time
   I think about you, think about wonderful exciting time you give me and .
. ."

"Woa Mich" I cut in, stemming his excited flow of words, "yep I want to see
you too as soon as possible. Are you working this weekend or are we going to
be able to spend the weekend together?"

   "Oh Andy! I not working. I want so much to be with you for Saturday and
   Sunday. Can we go to your boat?"

"Great! Yes, the boats sounds good to me. Tell you what. How about I come to
the restaurant after I leave work on Friday. I'll pick you up after you
finish work, how about that?"

   "Oh yes, yes. I like so much."

"OK then, that's a deal. Tell you what. Take the things you'll need for the
weekend to work with you, 'cos we'll go straight down to the coast. OK
Mich?"

   "Oh yes, Andy, I do it. And . . . and . . ."

"And what, Mich?"

   " . . . and I love you very much." this in a whisper.

"Love you too, you over-sexed little imp." I whisper back.

Mich giggles with a mixture of embarrassment and joy.

   "Hah! Over-sexed?" he whispers, " You have not yet seen nothing yet."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet." I correct him.

The two lovers then chat on happily about what they'd been doing since
they'd last met. Then the following two days seem to crawl by but at last it
is Friday, very late on Friday evening due to a last minute flurry on the
markets leading up to the break which means that Andy doesn't dare to leave
until the work load eases off.

Michito constantly scans the restaurant all evening, becoming more and more
worried at the non appearance of his Andy. Finally Andy arrives and the
Maitre D recognises him.

"I don't want a meal, thanks" he says, "I'll just have a drink at the bar if
I may. I'm waiting for someone." He grins and the Maitre D grins back.

Because it's so late, Michito has very nearly finished work for the evening,
all his tables are now empty and he just has clear up and re-set the them.
In no time he is ready and he dashes back into the staff changing room to
wrestle out of the now sweaty white shirts and tight black trousers which
make up his waiter's uniform and get into his street clothes. He longs for a
shower, it has been a long and busy day and he worries that he will be with
Andy, all hot and sweaty. But there are no facilities for a shower and so he
grabs his heavy back-pack and hurries outside to meet his lover at the bar.

   "I all ready," he pants, out of breath with the speed with which he's
been
   working, has changed coupled with the excitement of being with his
gorgeous
   friend again.

"Hey, hey young Mich, you're all of a lather. Calm down. Are you all set?
Let's go then."

The two young men long to fall into each other's arms, long to exchange
deep, passionate kisses but both know such intimacy will have to wait. They
walk together down to the underground garage and climb into Andy's car.

"Have you got all the gear you need for the weekend and for sailing?" Andy
asks.

   "Yes, I have got." Michito answers.

"OK then. I put my stuff in the car this morning because my plan is that
even though it's quite late, we'll drive straight down to the marina and
spend the rest of the night onboard. That'll give us a better chance for a
good sail over the weekend. OK with you or are you too tired for that?"

  "No, I not tired. Not now I with my Andy. Is good idea. I like."

The traffic is very light at this late hour and they make good time getting
out of London. Andy takes the A3 road and just after they pass the M25
London ring road he pulls into a leafy rest-stop. He drives deep into the
area into a woody glade, the low branches of the trees shielding them from
anyone nearby. The two guys immediately fall into each other's arms and
exchange a long, sensuous kiss. As their lips lock together their hands
start to grope and fondle each other's bodies. Invasive fingers fumble into
private places and encounter tumultuous evidence of each other's passion.

Michito is now frantic with desire. He grips Andy's shirt and pulls it out
of the waistband of his trousers, exposing his strong furry chest. He slides
his face up and down and across the warm skin, reveling in the scent of his
lover, in the soft fur, excited by the strong muscled body - so big and so
powerful. Then with fingers fumbling with passion he undoes Andy's belt,
slides down his zipper peeling open the trousers of his grey suit, exposing
his cotton briefs and baring his upper thighs. Michito dives after his prey.

   I lay kisses all over his firm stomach that is showing his solid muscles.
   I follow the trail of blonde hair that heads for the very private area
that
   is hidden in Andy's underwear. Now I switch around to where I can get
   between those strong looking legs of his.

   My nose is filed with the raw, sexual scents of my lover. The tip of my
   tongue licks at the sensitive area on the inside of his thigh, then
probes
   under the leg band of his briefs almost reaching his nuts, but not yet
quite
   touching them. He is breathing heavily and groaning when at last my
tongue
   touches his plump nut-sack for the first time. He let out a low,
satisfied,
   "Ahhh."

   Now I turn my attention to his trousers and peel them further open. Andy
   wriggles and slides and, realising what I so desire, my ultimate goal,
   raises his bottom so that I can work them down to his shins. Now for his
   underwear which I deal with by nipping the waistband with my teeth and
draw
   the soft cotton downwards, over the considerable obstruction of his rigid
   weapon, all the time with my face pressed against the skin of his crotch,
my
   senses inflamed with the intimate scents of his private parts. I drag the
   briefs down, exposing his hairy, sweaty balls, drag them right down to
his
   knees.

   Now that they are exposed for my lusty attention I suck one of his eggs
into
   my mouth, and Andy takes a sharp intake of breath. "Yesss!" he likes my
   intimate attention. I only spend a few minutes there, as his nuts are
   already drawing up close to his body.

   I slide my nose up and down his rigid cock, it has a wonderful spicy
   aroma, sharp, urgent and oh so manly.  I flick out my tongue and
   lick the taught skin, I groan as I lick my way up to the dark purple
   glans.  Andy is thrusting under me as he moans and begs for more.
   Now I tease him.  I hold my mouth close to his hot rampant cock and
   I blow gently up and down the shaft.  I feather my fingers across
   the helmet, barely touching and I watch as his cock jumps.  I blow
   along it again and listen to Andy's frustrated grunt.  Finally I
   lick around that head that looks like it might burst it is so
   supercharged.  I touch my tongue to the tender sensitive area under
   the ridge.  Then I wiggle it rapidly from side to side.

   Andy can't stand it any more.  He places his hands on the back of my
   head and pushes down as he strains his pelvis upward trying to get
   his cock into my mouth.  I let him do want he wants, and his
   cock-head hits the back of my throat.  He is so big he could go down
   my throat but I don't like that so I back off a bit but I still have
   a good mouth full of sharp tasting Andycock.

   Andy starts bucking into my mouth as I gently suck, as I swirl my
   tongue across the swollen knob-end.  He knows what he likes.  It
   doesn't take long as Andy tells me to suck harder or softer as he
   humps his phallus lewdly into my sucking mouth, encouraging me with,
   "Oh yeah!"

   Andy tenses and then groans deeply as he shoves hard into my mouth.
   I slide my hand between his thrusting thighs, run my fingers under
   his tight ball- sack, right up in between his legs until they are
   embedded in his hairy, sweaty crack.  My finger tips feel his
   muscled ring.  As I furiously suction his penis I slip one finger
   deep into his ass.  I slide the finger in and out, timed to Andy's
   now desperate thrusting of his cock into my suctioning mouth.  It's
   too much.  Much too much.  His body goes rigid, he gives a
   heart-rending groan.  I can feel his cock spasm as his thick, creamy
   cum jets to the back of my throat with a lot of force, and slide
   right on down my throat.  I am so happy that I can give such
   exquisite pleasure to my Andy.  That I have this power over my big,
   hunky man.

   I watch as his rampant organ softens and shrivels still leaking a
   stream of aftercum down onto his inner thigh.

"Oh you sexy little tyke," he groans. "That was so good. Something I've
needed since last time we were together."

   "Oh so you not have many young men this week?" Mich replies with a grin.

"Oh yea, I've got into their pants and fucked half the guys in the office.
You're just afters."

   "Afters?"

"Yea, you're dessert, pudding, sweet.  Sweet and oh so sexy." and Andy
leans over and kisses Michito passionately.  "Hey, it's late.  We'd
better hit the road again.  But don't you worry, when I get you down on
the boat I'm going to ravish your small body 'till you moan for mercy.
I'm going to make you pump your jizz like a geyser."

   "Oh yessss," sighs Michito. "I want."

                             oooOOOooo

On arriving at the rest-stop, no sooner have I stopped the car and switched
off the engine than my eager little lover has slid across the car and is
launching another fearsome sexual attack. After some passionate kissing he
is undressing me as far as the restrictions of sitting in the car allow. My
shirt is dragged out and in a flash he has my trousers gaping open and his
head is down between my legs like an eager ferret. I get a huge turn on
watching my lover's head buried into my groin, sniffing and licking my
private places and so obviously enjoying himself. Snuffling with desire and,
at the same time sending shooting jolts of pleasure though my body to focus
in my rock-hard cock. I can feel his hot wet tongue right up inside my
thighs and my balls ache with the desire to be licked and sucked. My cock is
rigid with anticipation of the hot wet suction it knows it is soon to
experience. Watching Mitch doing such intimate things to me adds to the
delectable feelings.

My trousers are down round my ankles now and I feel my underwear being
stripped down to expose my rampant manhood. I know that now it will be
engulfed in Mitch's hot, wet mouth to be pleasured as only an oriental knows
how.

Far too soon I feel the sperm building up its pressure, I know that the
first jolting spasm can no longer be held back but must be released to jet
forth and fill the eager sucking mouth that is bringing such sexual fever.
Now I feel fingers fumbling their way towards my asshole. A finger tickles
and probes and enters me. It's too much! I struggle to hold back the first
giant explosion of cum. The pressure build and builds adding to the
exquisite sensations.

"Ahhhhh. Uuuuuugh. Too much" I send a scalding jet of man-spunk deep into
the sucking, swirling mouth. I deliver my seed to my lover in powerful,
jolting shots.

I would like to lie back in an afterglow of sexual release but it's getting
late and I'm tired. I know that Mich is tired too and we should get down to
the boat and get some sleep. I jump out of the car and dress myself
properly; Mich does the same and then we're back in our seats and I head out
of the rest stop and back onto the highway The rest of the journey to the
Marina goes with out incident. Mich has managed to curl up in his seat like
a dormouse and is fast asleep.

                              oooOOOooo

We arrive at the marina car park. I lightly touch the tips of my fingers on
Mich's ear. He jerks awake and mutters something I don't understand, he is
looking totally lost and I realise that for a moment he is not aware of
where he is, what time it is, even which country he is in. Slowly the
slightly fearful look on his face changes to one of happiness.

   "I with you, Andy. We go to boat."

He's fully awake again now and darts off to find a trolley while I unload
our gear and the food I'd bought earlier that morning and with the same
unspoken teamwork we'd used on the previous visit to the yacht we load up
our gear and trundle it across the road and down to the boat. Soon it's all
safely on board and stowed.

Michito prowls happily around the boat, obviously reminding himself where
things are stowed and I watch his cute little body and cheeky, smiling face.

   "Is good.  I like this boat very much.  Owner is all right too!" and
   he darts over and gives me a long deep kiss.  "Oh Andy, I love you.
   Big, strong Andy.  My British friend.  Maybe you don't know how
   happy I am to be with you.  We have whole weekend together.  I very
   happy."

"Yes, you cheeky chappy, I like you a little bit too," I said gently
holding his face close to mine and then locking my lips to his and
gently easing my tongue into his mouth to duel with his warm, wet
tongue." I retreated from this tongue duel and asked "D'you want a
nightcap, Mich?"

   "Huh? Nightcap? What is nightcap, I not know if I want."

"Oh, a nightcap That's a drink before you go to bed. Whiskey, beer, coffee
even?"

   "No, Andy, I very tired. I want sleep now." Mich yawns widely as if to
prove
   his point.

"Come on then my little dormouse. Let's get ourselves into bed and get some
well earned sleep." With that I scoop Mich up into my arms and carry his
limp body into the aft cabin. He moulds himself into my arms, his body slack
and compliant. I remove his down-filled jacket, ease his shirt and t-shirt
over his arms and head. Then I blow my war breath onto his bare stomach and
he wriggles like a fish. Off come his shoes and socks and then I unfasten
the belt on his jeans, slide them down over his hips and pert little bum.
He's now stripped down to his tight little white briefs. I quickly undress
myself and grabbing my now nearly naked lover, we just tumble into the
double bunk in just our underwear, too tired to do anything but fall sleep.
Mich curls up again like he had in the car and I gather him into my arms and
hug his cute little body tight up against mine.

   "Mmmm Andy," he murmurs," hold me tight against you; you so nice and
   warm.  Make me feel safe."

At once he snuggles into me, his head resting on my chest beneath the warm
duvet. I can smell him, the clean smell of his hair, the sharp young
man-smell of his hard-muscled body. Almost at once I fall into a deep sleep.

The night wears on and at some stage I come half awake, vaguely aware of a
warm hand resting over the front of my jockey briefs, and then more aware,
and then more. I quietly lie there feeling him gently kneading my cock, his
sweet warm breath upon me.

In that twilight sleep, I turn him around so that his bum fits neatly into
my crotch and rests there as I drift off to sleep again even though my cock
is rearing upwards.

The next time I awake, it is my hand on his briefs-- massaging, exploring
his cutely formed, half hard penis.

I slip his briefs down a bit to expose his erect cock. I am still only half
awake and automatically my fingers explore his intimate, private organ. My
sensitive finger-tips feel their way so softly over his flaccid penis. In my
barely awake, half dreaming state my mind is fantasising of man-cock. I love
a sturdy, thick, juicy, uncut dick. I love it when it's clean and washed
with the smell of fresh maleness around the head under the tight jacket of
foreskin. I love it, too, when it's sweaty and cheesy with the honest smegma
of a hard-working man who hasn't had the time to strip its roll of lip back
to wash its ring around the collar. I haven't seen that many but the most
beautiful dicks I have seen were thick, chunky cocks that hung long and
strong, with the heavy-veined shafts helmeted with a juicy fold of skin.

I adore the way Mich's cock fills out his neat little foreskin. His uncut
cock rides different than a circumcised one. An uncut penis has secrets. An
uncut cock doesn't show its crown right off. An uncut tool keeps its
glistening wet head thick and full of jutting promise just peeping coyly out
of the rich roll of foreskin. An uncut penis looks different, smells
different, and tastes of special secret manflavors. His uncut meat feels
like a full handful when I grab hold of it. Uncut meat offers that special
little pucker right at the wet tip where the skin all folds down to a fleshy
little iris that begins to open so easily, so smoothly, when coaxed by a hot
and hungry tongue.

When that foreskin, lipped into foreplay, starts pulling back, as the ripe,
juicy dickhead starts its launch out from its protective skin-sheath, some
special kind of lube seems to sweeten the slick taste of the cock slipping
out of all that uncut darkness into the light and air. Uncut meat juts out
of its foreskin in a way that demands attention. And gets it. When he
washes, a sexy guy attending to his own private parts has to take a long
deliberate time to wash his uncut dick inside and out. Under the thick
foreskin that you see lies that super-sensitive prick that you might get a
good glance at if you hang around long enough to watch him strip it slowly
back with one hand while he soaps up the emerging head with the other. Guys
with foreskins have special moves the way they lovingly take one finger, and
lick it, and insert it under the fold of skin, and rub it gently around the
hidden head of their sweet, moist weapon.

When I watch Mich working his own uncut rod, I notice a definite difference
in the longer stroke he makes because of the extra skin that slides like a
slick piece of heaven up and down his shaft. I find it's magic to watch the
appearance and disappearance of his helmet in and out of his heavy-duty
foreskin. Even the sound of uncut dick is different. A wet hand sounds
wetter as the skin of the hand slaps the foreskin, itself like some kind of
sexy chamois over the head and back down the shaft of cock.

I find it really exciting to see the light glistening through a big drop of
clear seminal juice hanging just out of tongue's reach on the rich skinfold
of Mich's tight foreskin.

All these thoughts flit through my mind as I fumble up and down and around
Mich's beautiful cock. As it slowly increases in size and girth under my
intimate caressing. As I imagine the foreskin slipping back along the shaft
exposing the fat little bulb which I am going to caress oh so softly.

Mich groans, sleepily. I sense that, like me, he is still less than half
awake. Reacting automatically to my intimate stimulation. He rolls over onto
his stomach and humps his hips a few times, obviously giving in to the
increasing demands of his aroused penis and using this friction to stimulate
it further. I place my hand onto the soft cotton-clad bum, feeling his
buttocks tense and slack as he lewdly thrusts his cock into the mattress.

                               oooOOOooo

It is daylight now and the cabin is warm, almost too warm for comfort as our
bodies heat up with the sexual excitement that is building between us yet
again. I push back the bedding and look down on to the small writhing body
beside me. I see a perfectly formed torso, strong shoulders, a long tapering
back and Mich's cutest of cute white cotton- covered boy buttocks, clenching
and un-clenching as he humps the mattress, the material dipping and
stretching into the crack between the melon shape of his buttocks. Then his
strong legs with their proud thigh and shin muscles indicating their
strength and sturdiness. For a few moments I gazed down at this male
perfection and think to myself "He's mine! I have to have him. I have to do
delicious, disgusting things to him. Seek out his private places and plunge
my manhood deep within him, pump my life-force deep into him. Urgent,
primitive desires are flooding through my mind. I love this young man and
yet I yearn to dominate his body that lies so submissively in my bed.

The flat of my hand rests on his soft cotton-clad bum as it rears up and
drives down. I bunch my fingers and stroke over the hard muscle of first one
cheek and then the other. I slide my fingers between the pert mounds,
pressing his underwear into the clenching crack. I press deep into his
intimate space. Surreptitiously I take my hand away from its fondling and
sniff my fingers. Mich's scents further arouse my passions. I want to
explore more intimately so lower my face down onto the seat of his briefs. I
feel the warmth of his body and I smell him. The most forbidden and
protected part of him where only he and the most intimate of lovers dare
explore. I know that Mich is scrupulously clean, always careful of his
personal hygiene. I realise, though, that he had studied all the previous
day, sitting in lecture rooms, then he had scurried around while working in
the restaurant, had traveled down to the coast in the car, had reached a
sexual peak when we had stopped on the way South, had slept the night beside
me in our cosy warm bunk and now I was enjoying his natural musky maleness.

The strong natural sweat-musk. I bury my face into his bottom again,
rubbing across his buttocks, sliding up and down the valley between. My
lust, my desire to possess and dominate rising furiously. Now I grasp the
waist-band of his briefs and drag the back of them down, grip the sides and
slide the whole garment off his hips, down his thighs, lower to his feet and
off! Instantly I glued my face back onto his bottom, licking at the hard
muscle, sliding my tongue backwards and forward leaving wet, slippery
trails.

I move closer and crouch above Mich's prone and vulnerable bottom. There is
nothing to hide his horny smooth ass. His cheeks are apart and I have a
perfect view of his hot tight ass-hole. Now I have my face pressed hard into
Mich's bum and I'm rubbing it up and down. I lick my finger and gently run
it from the base of his balls, up his open crack and back down, tapping over
his rectum. I feel so horny as I push my finger into him, deep into the hot
anal opening.

After a couple of minutes of fingering Mich, I slip my long hot tongue into
Mich's smooth love hole. It feels like I've got it about an inch up there
and I'm wriggling it around like crazy, tasting and sucking this beautiful
bum. With my tongue I'm licking his throbbing balls, I probe my finger into
Mich's crack again and circle his rectum before thrusting it deep inside
him. With slow finger fucking motions I know that I'm really getting him hot
and horny.

Mich moans, deep within his body. His humping ceases and he slides his legs
apart giving me access to his ass-crack. My tongue slips down off his
right-hand mound, down into the forbidden valley. Wildly I smell and lick.
Mich's legs part wider. His moans deepen and he thrusts his bum up into my
searching face. I slide my tongue up and down, deep into his privacy. My
tongue feels the ultimate goal and slides around the ring of muscle.
Licking, lapping, filling with slippery saliva. Loud grunts of passion
informing me of the intense pleasure this intimacy is giving my lover. I
confirm this when I insinuate my hand underneath him, groping for his cock
which is rod-hard and slimy with his exuded juices.

I have to have Mich. Now!

Mich knows that he has to be had.

I remove my underwear and place my dick between his thighs and rest it
there; he hugs it with his legs.

Immediately I urgently have to try to get into him, and I do by nudging my
penis into the centre of his bum. He is so tight. I am going nowhere fast
but I reach into a locker and grab a condom and a tube of KY. Somehow I
manage to fumble the sheath over my straining cock and douse it with the
slippery jelly.

It does the trick and Mich, rearing upwards and backwards like a randy
bitch, begins to slide onto my cock I plunge in too and in turn I pick up
his rhythm and began to pump back.

"Fuck my ass!" he whispers, "Fuck it! Give me huge cock. Use me as your
boy-bitch"

I do.

As I plough my rampant cock into his willing bottom I think of him, he is a
wide-eyed young man and lonely; I am not much older than him. But his trust
in me is so strong. I know that he loves me and loves to satisfy my strong
sexual urge. To receive me and reciprocate my dominance with a similar
sexual urgency.

I am an armed raider and I plunge my rampant tool deep into his spit-soaked
and lubricated anus. Mich gasps and then, as I plunge deep within him,
forces his bottom up to meet my spearing onslaught. As I withdraw, his tight
ring grips my marauding weapon. Instantly we hit an animalistic rhythm,
plunging rearing, penetrating withdrawing, Pumping, sliding. I fuck Mich's
cutest of bums like a randy, dominating male animal. I love it! I love him
and yet, for the moment I have to totally possess him, dominate him. As I
spear his ass I lower my face and nip his shoulder. I nibble his ear and
whisper lewd words to him:

"My bitch. My dirty fuck-boy. I own you, you're my sextoy."

And he loves it! As I ride him with my lusty passion he grunts at every
thrust, moans with loss at every withdrawal. My strokes get more violent,
deeper and slower until as my passion can no longer be contained I plunge in
one final time, desperate, deeper than seems possible and my cock expands
and explodes, deep, deep within Mich's clenching asshole. I lie on top of
him, impaling him, my body rigid and quivering as my spunk jets into his
centre. Both of our skins shiny with sweat.

I hear my own groan of desperation and Mich's sigh of fulfillment.

"Michito," I whisper into his ear.

   "Andy?"

"I'm sorry my beautiful little friend . . . . Did I hurt you?"

   "Oh no, Andy, you not hurt. I love it. I love when you possess me. So
   strong. So big cock. So wonderful man body. I want it more times."

"Well you can't have it again for a while but I'll be happy to oblige soon!"
I grin at him and he chuckles happily at the thought.

                                oooOOOooo

   When I am close to Andy I very happy.  I feel safe.  He is big and
   strong and I think he love me.  I know I love him.  Not just that
   way.  I love him for friend.  He so kind, I think he understand me.
   Know something of how Japanese think.  And he sexy! Very sexy! I
   like very much!!

   After we have sex in the forest and are back in car I very tired and
   soon sleep.  Seat very comfortable and I curl up to sleep.  Then I
   awake because we stop.  I look around, we are in Marina where is
   boat.  I help Andy to get clothes and get food from car into boat.
   Andy asks me about cap but I don't understand - why cap? I very
   tired indeed after all the week, working, studying, really I must
   sleep.

   I think Andy tired too because he stand up and then he call to me,
   he call me dormouse.  Why dormouse? I not sure what dormouse is, not
   nightcap either.  I think it not matter because he is kind man.  It
   not matter I don't understand and I very tired now.  Many times when
   Andy talk I not understand everything he say.  Then Andy pick me up
   and carry me to cabin at back of boat.  I let my body relax and Andy
   take off my clothes.  I like because I have big trust.  It feels
   nice bit I too tired to feel sexy, I hope he not want me to be sexy,
   I just want sleep.  Is OK because he still hold me and together we
   go into bunk and I curl up close to his warm body, he hold me close
   and tight and right away I asleep.

   I wake a little bit in the night.  Where am I? For a minute I not
   know and I afraid.  Then I know I can smell Andy, it make me feel
   sexy to smell him.  Is nice.  I like Andy smell, all warm in Andy's
   bed.  I have been dreaming and is funny.  Sometimes now I seem to
   dream in English language.  I think in English language to.  Is
   good, it teach me.  I dream of mouse which wears hat.  Very strange.

   Andy sleep hard and he snore little bit, he very fast asleep.  I
   can't help it, I need to feel him again, feel big manly cock, I love
   it.  I put my hand down there, I feel.  I rub up and down little
   bit, is very good.  But Andy asleep, he tired like me.  We both move
   round little bit but he not wake up.  He hold me tight into his body
   and my bottom feel him press up into it.  Feel hot and sexy.  But I
   just think little bit about it then I guess I asleep again right
   away.

The two lovers slept soundly. The combination of their hard work during the
week and their fierce love-making meant that they didn't wake until after
10am. The plans for an early start to the weekend's sailing were wrecked but
neither of them were too worried, the joys of the previous evening more than
compensated for the late start.

                                   oooOOOooo

A few people wrote to me with some good coments,  but not very many.  OK
maybe you didn't like it.   If so, sorry.  But it's why I havn't had much
ambition to write another chapter until now.

If you'd like to, you can leave me a message at:    andymacdon@hotmail.com