Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 22:18:49 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: KIWI FRUIT

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.  My characters do not use
condoms or other safeguards but this story is fiction ... get it.  I write
my stories in 'full screen' text, they are best read that way.  This one is
a bit of a combination of COPENHAGEN CAPERS and THAI CONVERSION Dedicated
to 'Bulbol' in Lord of the Rings country.

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KIWI FRUIT


by


G. Cutter



I've got to apologise for the title but I couldn't really come up with
anything else. If you've read my other stuff on Nifty you'll know where I'm
coming from ............. loads of blat and a bit of sex. This story
doesn't differ from the others insofar as it's true. Well, it happened but
I've spiced it up a bit. He fucked me and I fucked him so you really don't
have to read any further unless you to want to.

Here we go. This one is for those in the Antipodes and any old SEATO
sailors still around. For the landlubbers amongst you SEATO was the South
East Asia Treaty Organisation, the counterpart of NATO and if you don't
know what NATO is, I give up.

This is going way back and I think it was around '62 or '63 and I was based
in HMS Terror. Now Terror, in the way of our Navy, was a shore base on
Singapore Island, it was adjacent to the Naval Dockyard which was in a
completely different part of the island to the commercial Dockyard and
harbour. HMS Terror was huge and housed relief personnel for our then quite
large Far Eastern Fleet, it was also a transit camp for guys joining ships
in the area or leaving ships and awaiting flights home. I was stuck there
as the ship I was due to join had run itself aground and was spending time
down in Fremantle of all places having repairs effected. They didn't seem
to think they needed a Leading Signalman on a ship in dry dock so I was
told I was to remain in Terror until the ship arrived, the estimate was
eight to ten weeks weeks.

I was happy with that, I'd just come off a carrier and the thought of
moving onto an ex-WWII destroyer didn't appeal too much. Once you've got
used to bunks the idea of going back to hammocks and swinging off the
deckhead like a snoozy vampire doesn't turn you on too much.

Needless to say being in the Signals Department I finished up in the
Barracks Police, the Regulating Branch which made perfect sense in our
Navy, the same logic that would have spare chefs sweeping the parade ground
and seamen working in the galley.

Anyway, I liked it well enough. I did a couple of weeks in the Cell Block
looking after the five or six offenders doing short time for whatever
crimes they had committed. The idea of a crime in the Navy was sleeping on
watch, maybe coming back onboard drunk once to often, lipping an officer
off or stuffing the ship's cat. Naturally enough being a Leading Hand which
is pretty much the same as a Corporal in the Army, I was in charge of a
watch of three seamen. A day into the job I found out that two of them were
actually abusing the younger prisoners over the night watches. I mean they
were actually taking blow jobs for cigarettes... and worse. The days were
supervised by a Chief Petty Officer but he booked off at four o'clock in
the afternoon and the small Cell Block was left in the charge of the
current Leading Hand and his men.

I'm delighted to say that I only worked for two twenty four hour watches
and I was moved on. These guys were really getting it off with any good
looking youngster that managed to get himself locked up and if some of the
kids were willing, others weren't. I kept clear, I turned a blind eye and
that was in itself criminal. When the shit hit the fan I wanted to be well
clear of the place but that's not really what this story is about.

The escort caper is what I'm leading upto. The Barracks Police decided with
my typing and communication skills which meant that I was slightly better
educated than the normal Naval Policeman that I could be used in their
office.  Naval Policemen; you must know the type. Boots, truncheon and half
a brain if that. In civvy street they'd be an apprentice football
hooligans.

>From the office I gravitated to the Escort Team, a pretty big team, all
three of us. We had to take our longer term prisoners upto the Army
Detention Centre which was at Kinrara just outside the Malayan capital of
Kuala Lumpur. In those days it was Malaya and not Malaysia as it is now.
The guys we escorted up country were long termers, our small nick only
looked after people with a month's lockup, any longer and you were handed
over to the Army's tender mercies. The routine was that we'd collect our
prisoner around four in the evening and then catch the night train upto
K.L. Once in the capital we were met by an Army truck who took us to
Kinrara. We signed the guy over to the Army and that was that. Once clear
the Navy had us booked into a hotel where we could spend the day and chill
out returning to Singapore on the overnight train again.

We got expenses for each trip, around eighty Singapore dollars which worked
out at around ten pounds in those days. A bit of trivia; a Singapore dollar
was worth half a crown and a Hong Kong dollar was worth half of that, one
and three ... going back a bit there, fans.

Anyway, came the day. I was summoned into see the Master at Arms around
eight o'clcock. He had a New Zealand sailor that had got himself in trouble
and I had the duty of escort, the other two on the team were already on a
trip so I was told to collect one of the guy's shipmates and get kitted up
for a four o'clcock departure. I had a name and a mess number so along I
went to collect my deputy. No dawdling here we had expenses to claim, I
just hoped he was OK to get on with and that he liked a drink. A New
Zealand sailor drinking ..... never?

I looked at my piece of paper: Andrew Dore, Able Seaman, age 20, specialist
gunner, etc. etc. I struck lucky and found him in his mess with another
seaman. As soon as I asked for A.B. Dore he looked worried, my armband and
white anklets didn't help. I took him out onto the balcony and told him
he'd been selected to do an escort with me. I told him about the expenses
and that he'd be out of barracks for two nights and he seemed pleased
enough. He was probably quite happy getting away from the stupifying
boredom of the main base. We arranged to meet up around eleven as then we
could then go and collect the expenses and I could get him his armband and
gaiters so that we'd look superficially like kosher policemen.

'By the way, Dore.'

'Yeah.'

'There's a place in Devon called Castle Dore, did you know?'

'Hey, how's about that, I'm famous,' he grinned well pleased with himself.

'See you at eleven kid,' I gave him a wave and I was off. Talk about heart
aflutter, he was gorgeous. For a twenty year old he looked to be around
sixteen, I doubt if he even shaved. He was a dark haired good looker,
slender without being skinny and I craved him. As in super crave, lust,
love. You know what I mean. I was smitten with a N.Z. sailor boy. By the
way his surname had an accent on the last letter, his name was originally
French or more likely Norman and was spoken properly as Dor-ay which had
pleased him when I'd first talked to him. Most people called him Door which
was obviously a bit upsetting.

We met up at eleven and got our cash, in fact, we had lunch together in the
huge messhall and we chatted sailor stuff as we would. I was trying not to
make myself look a complete wally by staring but he was beautiful. I don't
mean girly, I mean a boyish beauty and I wondered if any of his shipmates
had made it to base. He wouldn't have lasted five minutes on a British
boat.

We split and arranged to meet up at the Prison Block at a quarter to four
where we would collect our prisoner and get driven to the main station in
Singapore and get the train which I think left around six in the evening,
It was a ten hour trip broken by a one hour halt at around the half way
mark. I'd prepared Dore and more or less spelt out the routine. Prisoner to
be handcuffed to one of us at all times unless he wanted the toilet. Both
of us to stay awake for the whole of the night. All a bit unecessary but
one prisoner had escaped once and created a riot, let's face it there were
servicemen up and down country all the time and many of them were armed,
the communist guerillas were still a threat although we seemed to have them
on the run. By we I mean the British, Australian and New Zealand armies
backed up by the Malay Internal Security, the Sarawak Trackers, the bloody
Borneo Borderers, Uncle Tom Cobley and all. We had them outnumbered by
around fifty to one and they were still running rings around us, mind you
it was a damn big jungle and there were a lot of places to hide as the
Americans found out many years later in Vietnam. Anyway, we were winning,
the local villages and kampongs were being enclosed and basically we were
starving the Reds into the ground.

The point was that the trains up and down country were full of armed
servicemen and two unarmed Navy boys with a handcuffed prisoner stuck out
like a sore thumb, everybody looked at us like we were bloody Martians or
something.

I met Dore at the Prison Block, we were both in our Number Eights which
were winter working uniforms in fact and worn in this particular instance
to deter the various flying nippers and biters which infested the cooler
evenings of upcountry Malaya. Of course we had our white armbands, belts
and anklets making us look quite 'official' ..... all we wanted was one
Kiwi prisoner and we were on our way. I called Dore by his Christian name
Andy which surprised him a little but I was intent on my own little agenda
with this one and I knew exactly where I was heading.

It turned out that the guy we were escorting was also pretty young and
unknown to Andy in spite of the smallness of the N.Z. naval contingent in
Terror. The kid or rather the young man seemed quite placid and resigned to
his trip up country and eventual stay in Military Prison but appearances
can be deceptive. I handcuffed him to Andy, we could take turns being
shackled throughout the night, the bad lad didn't get the choice. All went
to plan, the Barracks Landrover took us down to the station and we got on
the train with time to spare. Both of the Kiwis were fascinated by the
heavily armed pongoes (Navy slang for soldiers by the way) milling around.
There were all shapes and sizes. Our own guys with their National Service
berets, big Ozmen with their cowboy hats and the more refined and somehow
tougher looking Kiwis. Of course there were groups from everywhere under
the sun, The Empire or what was left of it had called in the chips on this
one. If Malaya went down to the Reds the whole area would collapse.  The
'domino theory' was really believed in by thos ein power in London and
Washington and who knows, they may have been right. We claimed a table in
the so called diner and were set for the long night. A few unfriendly
glances from some of the khakis, some cheery nods and smiles pretty
standard for this particular task. I think most of them were smart enough
to realise we weren't proper police. Andy with his crossed guns and me with
my crossed flags on our blues. I think we'd be what they'd call Regimental
Police not the full Redcap Nasty Bastards.

Usual trip, hellish. We all drank loads of sickly Malayan soft drinks even
our prisoner who seemed totally resigned to his fate. In the end we took
the cuffs off but made sure he sat on an inside seat. He was hardly likely
to hop off a train in the middle of Malaya, he'd either be shot by our
rather zealous National Servicemen of garotted by a slinky Red. Everyone,
ourselves included were a bit nervous as a week previously a train had been
ambushed but the insurgents or terrorists as they now being called had been
driven off. At that time two servicemen had received minor inuries and five
Reds had been captured, well one survived, put it that way. They had to
keep some for questioning.

Anyway, to cut to the chase (and don't ask me what that means or where it
comes from). We drew into Kualar Lumpar Main Station just after seven in
the morning.Even more confusion, there were bloody Army lorries everywhere
picking up their various squads. The prisoner, Andy and myself lurked right
under the Stationmasters Office like a trio of Little Orphan Annies.

'Party from HMS Terror?' A harsh voice barked.

'That's us, Corporal,' I looked at the guy. I recognised him from last
time, a right little shit.

'Hubba, hubba then,' he barked. 'Which one's the prisoner?' A remarkable
thing to say even for a thicko pongo. Two of us were in winter blues with
white webbing and armbands and one was hovering like the wreck of the
Titanic lugging a short kitbag. Go work out who the prisoner was.

'Able Seaman Whotsit here.' (I can't remember his name after all these
years).

'Right,' this creature screeched like a parrot with piles. 'Quick march.'
Away he bounded pursuing this poor sod and Andy and myself tried to pretend
we weren't with them which is difficult when you're the only two sailors in
the North of Malaya and you're trying to keep up with a loony toons.

We got in the front of the lorry with the driver and nutcase with prisoner
jumped into the rear, he was the Army's property now. As soon as Corporal
Hitler had taken the slip of paper he was off our charge but we still had
to go to Kinrara to get our docket officially signed off. Fortunately we
only had to book into the Orderly Office where the Sergeant of the Day was
a little more civilised. The Clerk made us tea whilst the formalities were
done and at the end the same truck dropped us off at the hotel which had an
ongoing contract with the Service.

The driver dropped us off and was off to market, apparently as he'd told us
he had a shopping list a mile long from the Head Chef, he gave us a thumbs
up and he was off. Mind you he was RASC not Police so I suppose he was
halfway sane.

'What now?' Andy looked at me curiously, don't forget I had briefed him but
it was still all new for him.

'Have a drink,' I walked into the hotel and went to reception. 'My name's
Jim or Jimmy for the rest of the trip, not Hooky. We can have a couple of
cold beers and sort the room out.'

The old man behind the counter smiled at me in recognition and gave me the
key. 'You like usual, sir?'

'Please,' I led Andy into the small garden and we sat under a sun brolly
and watched the world go by. 'You can shed the whites,' I told Andy
unclipping my anklets and letting the webbing belt drop to the ground.
'Don't want to be a target for a marksman,' I gave him a grin.'

'Aw shite.' He had those whites off in two seconds flat.

'Only joking,' I laughed and then grabbed a bottle as the old receptionist
or whatever he was dumped them on the table.

'Jeez. Beer at half eight in the morning,' Andy laughed and took a long
swig. 'What now?'

'Relax,' I looked at him. 'What I normally do is have what they call an
English breakfast which is already paid for, go up and have a shower and
have a snooze if you can tackle the noise.'

'Sounds fine to me.'

'We can do the tourist bit this afternnoon, go on the booze or just laze
around. They have a small pool out back.' I looked at him again, I'd done
this trip four time now and I knew the routine inside out, he didn't. The
Grey Funnel Line's paid upfront for breakfast and a lunch all you have to
find is your beer money.'

'So, why do they give us expenses?' He looked puzzled.

'Don't ask,' I grinned. 'Let's try a Malay English breakfast .... this
you've got to see.'

We trooped into the dining section clutching our beers and sat in the
corner, the hotel had guests of course but we were a bit early for them.
The English breakfast was just that, bacon, eggs and all the rest, steaming
hot and curry flavoured. We were both sweating like piglets at the end of
it.

'Whew,' Andy grinned red faced. 'English breakfast?'

'Curried English breakfast, the chef here's got a thing about curry.'

'Must have,' Andy laughed swilling his beer and then a glass of water.
'Think we can have another beer?'

'Of course you can,' I smiled back, the more beer the merrier as far as I
was concerned. I had a feeling about Andy, I don't know if it was the old
one about like attracting like or just the feeling that when two sex
starved sailors are given a bit of privacy anything can happen. Sometimes
it does and sometimes it doesn't but I just had that gut feeling.

Andy called up another two beers, I doubled up on that and in the end we
went upto the room with the beers and our overnight bags and that was
it. The hotel people knew the score, they wouldn't disturb us, officially
we were supposed to be catching up on a lost nights sleep.

'Big bed,' Andy looked at the huge bed with it's flimsy draping of mosquito
netting. 'We gotta share.'

'You could put a football team in there,' I grinned dismissing any concerns
he may have. 'Or you can sleep on the deck.'

'No thanks,' he laughed and dropping his bag flopped into a chair and
settled into his second beer.

'One problem with this room,' I sat opposite.

'Yeah,' he looked around. 'Looks good to me.' He was right it did, there
was a huge ceiling fan which was slowly spinning just enough to raise a
slight breeze without freezing us to death and the street noise was barely
audible.

'The boiler tends to run the shower out pretty quickly, so we'll have to
shower together.'

He just looked at me and shrugged. Showering together in communal showers
wasn't anything new in the Navy but what he didn't know was that this
shower wasn't quite as large as the one onboard ship or one the massive
things in Terror. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the shower's
boiler but I just wanted to get in there with him naked and soapy and hope
things took a turn for the better.

'When you like,' he unlaced his boots, took another swig of his beer and
kicked his boots out of the way. 'Thank Christ for that, my dogs are
killing me.'

'Yeah, I can smell.'

His next trick was to undo his shirt and shed that sitting with just his
long blue denims on unclipped at the waist offering a flash of his white
briefs or maybe y-fronts. 'That's better,' he sighed in relief and tackled
his beer again. I did the same mini strip routine only I went one better
and dropped my trousers sitting in my patterned boxers. I sipped my beer
and looked at him, smoothy as in flawlessly smooth, little brown nipples
and a flat belly protuding just a little with breakfast and beer. No trace
of a treasure trail and I noticed that he didn't have too much in the way
of underarm hair.

'Where do you come from, Andy?'

'Christchurch ... you?'

'London Town.'

'Big city boy, eh.'

'Just about.' We made small talk and I found out that in fact he was only
eighteen and a half, strictly speaking he shouldn't have been on escort
duty at all but someone had slipped up. We finished our beer and the moment
was on us. I'd lied about the showers but he seemed to acept the situation,
I wondered what his reaction would be when he saw the actual size of the
unit. Quite big enough for one but a bit of a squeeze for two.

'Shower time I suppose,' he stood up after downing his beer, we put the
other two in the room's chiller for later.

'Yep,' I dug my towel and soap out of my bag and rummaged around for my
toothbrush, I watched him from the corner of my eye and he rather
selfconciously dropped his demins. He stood for a moment and then dropped
to his knees to get his own stuff sorted out. Yeah, he was a real smoothy,
hardly any hair on his legs which was unusual for a dark haired person as
he was.

'Right, I'm off.' He sounded nervous and I didn't know why. Shower sharing
was quite routine as I've explained, perhaps being alone in a hotel room
with another sailor was turning him on. I grinned at the thought of it and
followed him into the bathroom.

'Jeez, that's small,' he looked at the shower stall in dismay.

'It'll do,' I spoke carelessly and started to clean my teeth.

'I suppose,' he spoke doubtfully and shared the handbasin with me and we
brushed and spat in unison, quite chummy but the real chummy bit was to
come.

I glanced down to his groin and he was looking quite healthy, dunno if he
was thinking dirty but the outline of his coil of penis was quite
pronounced, I looked away, I didn't want to get hard and put him into a
panic.

'Here goes nothing,' he quickly peeled his pants down and stepped into the
shower. God, a bottom to die for. It was a perfect boy's bubble butt, he
could have been a fifteen or sixteen year old, his tight little well
muscled Kiwi arse was heavenly. I didn't get a chance to sight his penis he
kept turned away all the time.

I slid in beside him making immediate physical contact, there was no way
around that one, there just wasn't the room to stay apart.

'Jeez, Jim, this is cramped.'

'All the better to soap you up,' I laughed. Before he knew what hit him I
was rubbing the soap across his shoulders and up his slender neck.

'Jeez, this is dodgy,' he muttered.

'Why,' I spoke softly. It was coming on the moment of truth, make or break
time, call it what you will. I was now getting harder, things were running
away from me. The proximity of his wet body and his smooth soapy sheened
skin was turning me on bigtime.

'Is that a truncheon or are you just glad to see me,' he laughed nervously
as my hardening penis slid against his leg. Well. at least he hadn't done a
runner.

'Can't help it.' I went for broke. 'I always get hard when I'm near a naked
body, especially if it's wet.'

'Fuck having you for a Lifeguard,' he laughed and seemed to relax. 'You may
as well make a job of it now you've started.'

'All the way?' I washed across his trim shoulders and down to his slender
waist skirting across the top of his buns.

'Dunno about that,' he gave his nervous giggle. 'You know what?'

'Go on.'

'I'm embarassed.'

'Why?'

'Cos of this,' he laughed and spun around. As he turned his own erection
slapped against mine and he placed his hands on my hips. It was a nice one,
darker skinned than he was but a good solid six inches of young man's
meat. I may have been a little bigger but not by much. We were both around
the so called National Average.

'Nothing to be embarassed about there, Andy,' I looked at him, gave him a
little encouraging smile and grasped both turgid staffs in my soapy
hands. I squeezed the warm masses together and slowly moved my hand to and
fro.

'Jeez,' Jimmy,' he moaned and slowly pumped his hips as he held mine. I
just smiled at him, I had him, well not all the way but we were off to a
good start. 'We shouldn't be doing this,' he muttered but didn't pull free.

'Why not,' I let go of our joint hardness and held his hips. 'A wank's
perfectly natural.'

'I suppose,' he looked at me and gave a cheeky grin. As if taking a
decision his hands encircled our cocks and he took up where I had left
off. 'We've got the place to ourselves, we could do anything.' He spoke as
if he was feeling his way as he probably was. Let's face it, he didn't know
I was basically a homosexual and I wasn't going to let him know, at least
not at this stage.

'Whatcha got in mind, Andy,' I grinned and taking his hands of our cocks
slipped his between my legs which I promptly clamped and moved in clasping
his high riding buns trapping my own hardness between our wet bellies.

'Ooooooh, Jimmy,' Andy wailed and gently fucked between my tightly clasped
legs, I could feel his bum muscles tense and relax as he slowly wet fucked
between my legs. I gently clasped and moulded his soft bottom as he gently
pumped.

'You like?' I bent my head and wetly nuzzled at his neck.

'Yeah,' he slipped his hands down my back and pulled me in tightly as he
slowly fucked. 'I could cum if I keep this up.'

'It's not up anywhere.'

'Dirty ol' Pom.' he laughed and dropped his hands onto my flanks. 'You ever
done it with another guy?'

'No comment.'

'That means, yes,' he laughed. 'Old guy, young guy?'

'Questions, questions,' I looked at him again staring into his greeny gray
eyes and kissed him right on on his sweet lips.

'Jeez, Jimmy. You might tell someone you're gonna kiss 'em,' he looked
annoyed for just a brief moment. 'I've never kissed a bloke before
..... and you taste of toothpaste.'

'Sorry.' Not quite the reaction I'd expected but at least he hadn't punched
me.

'It's alright,' he frowned. 'Tell me next time.'

'I'm gonna kiss you,' I grabbed his head and planted a long hard kiss on
his sweet lips and he just gazed into my eyes with shock, a moment of
tension and then I felt the return pressure as he returned the ice
breaker. He looked at me very steadily for a moment and then slid his
hardness free placing mine between his legs and his up between our bellies.

'Your turn now.' he flushed a little and offered his lips and face up for
out third kiss. We were away.

I slowly fucked between his tightly clamped legs and nuzzed at his wet
neck, he was now doing all the things he should and I was getting harder
and harder.

'Do you want me to turn around?' He croaked avoiding my eyes.

'If you do, I won't be able to stop myself,' I warned him.

'I know,' he replied quite simply. 'But I get to do you, it's only fair,'
he added like a kid.

'We got a deal, Andy,' I exhulted. 'First this, a proper kiss,' I mashed my
lips against his and my tongue flickered at his lips. Closing his eyes he
opened his mouth to admit my slippery tongue and in a moment our tongues
slid and slipped together exploring each others freshly cleaned mouths.

'Jeeeeezus,' Andy gasped red faced as we came up for air. 'Something else.'
he grinned. 'Incredible.'

I dived in for seconds, he was mine now and I was his, it was just a matter
of doing the business and seeing how he got on with it. I was hoping and
praying that he'd like it, not be one of these one's who goes all guilty
and gets regrets. I wanted both Andy and myself to enjoy our day together,
coming from different worlds this maybe our one and only joining and I
wanted it to be good.

'Jeez, I'm in shock,' he giggled nervously. 'I've never ever gone this far
before.'

'You've played around with mates, surely.'

'Not in the Navy, at school yeah.'

'Right now you're in the big time and I want you to relax all the way.'

'You're joking,' he stood apart a little and handled his stiff
prong. 'Relax?' He took mine in his hand and looked at me and frowned. 'I'm
scared shitless.'

'I won't hurt you. Tell you what we'll do.'

'Yeah.'

'We'll make love to each other four times each and if we don't like it we
won't bother with the fifth.'

'Clown,' he laughed. 'Let's do it,' he clutched me in a soapy embrace and
we stood under the running water letting it wash all the suds away. 'Shower
seems to be lasting OK,' he commented.

'Must have fixed it,' I grinned. 'Dry off, I saw something in the bathroom
cabinet which will make life easy.'

'Yeah?'

I showed him the huge bottle of sun oil, perfect for what we were upto, the
hotel management must be used to randy sailors.

We took our time drying of each other, it was fun, I know for a fact that
we both wanted sex and that we were going to have it. I was experienced but
he wasn't. What had made him decide to have sex with another male was his
concern, he may have been a closet gay or even a supressed gay, I didn't
care. I'd got the hots for him the first time I'd seen him and now we were
about to take ourt budding relationship to it's final stage.

'I fancied you just a bit when you came in our mess the other day.'

'Yesterday, in fact, Andy.' I clasped his damp body and gave him a final
peck. 'Come with me Kiwi Fruit.'

'I'm not a fruit,' he gave me a very butch snarl.

'Fruity buns,' I commented on as I took another feel of his soft butt and
guided him from the bathroom and straight onto the bed. I turned the fan
off before the action, there's nothing worse than getting goose bumps when
indulging and there speaks the voice of experience. I uncapped the bottle
of lotion or oil and dripped a small puddle into his navel.

'Jeez ... Jimmy,' he yelped but I stilled his protest with my lips and
smeared and massaged the slippery oil on his tight belly and onto his
jerking cock.

'Two ways,' I whispered.

'Howso?'

'On your belly or on your back?'

'You're the teacher,' he smiled nervously as I cupped his tight nuts with
my hand and gently moved them around relaxing them in their sac, I didn't
want him to pop on me, not just yet anyway.

'Bring your legs up,' I mumured and we turned onto our sides still facing
each other.  As his leg came up onto my hip I reached between and under
locating his smooth ring in an instant.

'Jimmy,' he whined with his eyes tightly closed.

'No more talking,' I moved his willing body into a more comfotable position
and smeared his pucker with the oil which could have been made for the job
and maybe it was. He gave a long shuddering sigh as I slipped a finger into
his hot body and slowly moved it to and fro.

'Feels weird,' he clamped on my finger and nibbled at my neck as I finger
fucked him and brought him around into position. He gave a little giggle as
he felt my pre oiled erection slip between his legs. He clamped his legs on
my hardness and my pumping hand but I was out of patience. Still between
his legs I rolled him onto his back and hoisted his legs up and pushed his
knees down onto his chest and exposed his shining and slippery pucker.

'Ready,' I hovered over him with my precuming glans gently pressing against
him dead centre of his pouting little sphincter.

'Stop if I tell you.'

'Yeah,' I grinned down as he lay there with his eyes closed and slowly
pushed. I felt my spongy glans open him up and then his tightness and heat
encompass my living flesh as I slipped inside and then stopped. 'Alright.'

'Jeez ... don't stop now,' he cried out and opened his eyes.

'Right,' I dropped my head and kissed him ravaging his mouth with my tongue
as I slowly moved in and out sinking deeper and deeper into his boylike
body. I saw tears at the corner of his eyes but he didn't do anything other
than cling to me and place his legs on my shoulders and then they slipped
down onto my back as I gained depth and really began to fuck.

'Yeah, go on,' he growled as I bottomed out and then began to fuck more
easily as the oil did it's job and his all important muscle relaxed. I know
the first time, however much you want to try, can hurt and may be
unpleasant but he was OK. Dare I say, he was a natural.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' I spoke into his mouth as I continued to kiss and my
hips moved up and down faster and faster. This was going to be a quicky,
hopefully we were going to do it again and it would last longer. I couldn't
get enough of this kid, I could have stayed on that bed and fucked him all
day long.

'Aaaaaah, Jimmy,' he wailed as I hammered into his sweet butt and my balls
went uptight. My cock felt like a red hot iron bar, the glans was so
sensative and I almost wept as I felt the searing heat rush up the shaft
and then the bliss as I felt my organ, swell, jerk and then spurt splashes
of hot cum deep into his belly.

'Jeez,' he pulled a face and grinned as he felt me jerking and spurting
into his boy fanny. His first fuck, virginity now gone and he'd
survived. 'Wow, that was something else,' he pulled another face a gripped
me tightly as I slowly moved inside him on a coating of oil and
semen. 'Squishy bum time,' he giggled and gently stroked his own penis back
to life. It had gone soft probably with shock but with a couple of tugs it
was back in action. 'I could get to like that,' he smiled at me. 'Right
slut, ain't I?'

'No you're not, Andy.' I reassured him as I suspected that's what he was
after. 'You having sex with someone doesn't make you a slut, it makes you a
lover.' Pause for another kiss. 'A good lover.'

'Am I?' He grinned in delight.

'I'll tell you when you've given me some babies.'

'Given you babies?' He looked puzzled for a moment but he laughed as I
carefully slipped from his flooded bottom. He'd got it.

'Don't hurt me, I'm a virgin,' I declared straight faced as I lay back and
looked up at him.

'Liar, liar. Pants on fire,' he cackled the kid's mantra as he leapt up
like the young animal he was and clambered between my legs hoisting them up
like he was off on an assault course.

'You're supposed to be loving not raping,' I reminded him.

'Sorry, sorry,' he knelt between my legs and looked down at me, sparkly
eyes, big grin, jerking cock with a smear of pre-cum ..... what more could
a twenty four carat pervert want?

He had to think about it for a moment but as I lay my legs on his shoulder
and coaxed him closer he got the idea. He held his stiffness in place
against my non-virginal pucker and slowly pushed his hips penetrating me
with his erection which seemed to have grown. A curious thing about
stiffies, however they look they always feel like bloody great logs when
they slip into your body. I must have groaned or moaned or done something
as he gave me a worried look and froze.

'Go on, Andy. It's OK.'

'Great,' he gave a delighted grin and began the dance, you know the one,
the to and fro jig sinking his hot cock in me deeper and deeper. I'd taken
bigger (braggart) but I hadn't had mutual sex for around six months and he
hurt just a bit but after a little while it was OK. I've always been a
fucker more than a fuckee but I didn't mind with Andy, for a first timer he
was gentle and caring and only lost it a bit at the end. He was slamming
into me hard enough to make my teeth chatter. The sweat was flying off him
and he was so hard I thought his penis was going to explode. When he came
it was like a molten lava flow (to get poetic), he seemed to cum forever,
he must have done six or seven goodly squirts. God, he came like a bloody
donkey.

'You alright?' I ran my hands down his sweat sodden back as he lay on me
with his limpening spunk drenched cock buried in my body. ''You look
knackered.'

'I am shagged,' he shook his head splattering me with his sweat. 'That was
absolutely increcedible.'

'Great ..... two happy bunnies then,' I winced as he slid free and we
cuddled in a sweaty mess.

'Shit!' He exclaimed as the phone rang, he jumped away from me as if I had
a good dose of the clap.

'It's only a phone, ducky,' I grinned as I slipped from the bed oozing from
just about every orifice. 'Probably the guy downstairs asking if we want
lunch or if we're going out.' I tottered over the room to the phone and
picked it up. It was indeed the old man down on reception and he informed
me that Singapore Naval Base wanted to speak to me personally and that he
couldn't transfer the call to the room. I told him to put them on hold and
that I'd be down in ten minutes.

'Problems?' Andy tooked worried.

'Dunno,' I shot into the bathroom. 'I'll soon find out. Just relax,
Andy. Don't panic.'

'OK,' he grumbled and I hear him attack the chiller, he obviously needed
something cold after his exertions.

I just slipped on my civilian shorts and a t-shirt and ran downstairs
barefooted. It was a cheap and cheerful hotel, nothing fantastic or classy,
it was on a Navy contract after all and I had heard that the owner had done
time in the Navy so he wouldn't mind a disheveled sailor running around but
that was by the by.

'Took your time, Fraser.' It was the Master at Arms down in HMS Terror, I
recognised the voice immediately.

'I was having a kip, Master.'

'Fair enough,' he still didn't sound too happy. 'Any hassle with the
escort.'

'Sweet as a nut, Boss.' I've got to add at this stage that this guy was one
of the rare Master at Arms who preferred the civilian police terms rather
than the Navy, hence the 'Boss' bit.

'Good,' he paused for a moment. 'That lad with you work out OK?'

'Yeah, he's fine.'

'Good,' another pause. 'I've arranged for you to overnight at the hotel
with meals.' My beady eyes lit up. 'You will be collected by the Kinrara
van at 0900 and taken to collect an SNLR from the prison. Bring him back
here, no cuffs, no heavy stuff but escort him, you understand?'

'What if he does a runner, Boss?'

'Inform the nearest Army copper or the civilian police that you have a
'restrained man' who has escaped ..... got that.'

'Yeah, a restrained man.'

'That's the one. He's not under escort and technically he's not even being
escorted but we domn't want him doing anything silly. Looking at the
paperwork this guy won't be a problem but don't let him go on runabout and
drop us all in the shit. The Army will have your travel passes and get you
on the train. We'll collect you from Penang around five in the evening.'

'OK. Boss.'

'Good. You and your mate have earned another day off when you get back and
I'll see to it that you get additional expenses.'

'Great.'

'OK, Fraser. I'll let you get back to bed.' The phone went down.

'You are staying overnight, sir?' The old boy at the desk had been
earwigging the lot.

'Looks that way,' I grinned. 'Lunch?'

'About 3 o'clock. SOS,' he cackled.

I laughed and went back upstairs. I knew that one ..... Malay Naval Forces
for what they were worth, SOS ... Same old Shit.

Of course the other one was SNLR, this was pure Royal Navy. Services No
Longer Required, it was a discharge but just on the right side of the
dreaded double D, the Dishonourable Discharge. SNLR was where you were
booted out without a stain on your character but the Navy had found you so
much trouble that they couldn't be bothered anymore. The alternative was
that they had tried to pin a heavy charge on you and had failed, it was an
easy option with trouble makers or people who were complete
wankers. Anyway, the whole point was that Andy and I now had an afternoon,
an evening and the whole night to ourselves, we could afford to tour KL or
even shag ourselves silly for the best part of twenty four hours.

''Whassup?' Andy had got as far as putting a towel around his waist and was
sucking his bottle of beer when I returned to the room.

'We're in trouble,' I tried to look worried.

'Jeez .....' He loked like he was on the verge of a heart attack.

'Yeah,' I stood behind him and ruffled his dark mop, far too long for our
Navy I noted. 'We're booked in for a night and the Army is giving us
someone to take back on the day train.'

'Oh, shit,' he took another slug of his beer. 'Really?' He suddenly
laughed. 'We're staying the night ... with this dodgy old boiler.'

'Could be worse, kid,' I bent over and kissed the side of his neck. 'They
could have stuck us in with the pongoes at Kinrara.'

'Yeah,' he craned his head and looked up at me. 'What now?'

'Snooze? Lunch in around an hour.'

'Sounds good,' he swallowed his beer and I stripped down to naked again. It
was too warm for clothing I just wanted to relax, I didn't even want sex, I
wanted sleep. We obviously couldn't fuck all day long, perhaps we could
have a ramble around KL to kill a few hours and then 'relax' some more, but
a first snooze and then food.

We did in fact have a wander around Kuala Lumpur which was fun, well, not
really, it was the monsoon period and it was hot and muggy. The old timers
used to say you could set your watch by the daily downpour, not so, you
could get trapped at any time over a one hour spell. If you didn't get
shelter you could finish up being swept away in a monsoon ditch. I think
after our little adventure in the morning we were keen to progress or as
Andy put it, pig out. Weird things Kiwis come out with, mind you they and
the Aussies were very American oriented. We got there in later years but
you all know that now.

I suppose it was around three in the afternoon we called it a day, the
cramped shower called and the relief of not having to face a night trip
back on that bloody awful train was a bonus, I'd never done the trip in
daylight and was quite looking forward to it. Anyway, if the Reds did
ambush it was always at night which was another bonus.

We returned to the hotel to be informed that we were booked in for dinner
around seven in the evening and that although not formal shorts and
t-shirts were not apreciated. The old boy was probably having a siesta and
the kid doing reception was a Chinese Malay who I vaguely recognised from
the last trip. A little sweety called Cheung or something similar.

'Cheung, isn't it,' I gave him one of my nice smiles, a vague plan was
drifting through my evil mind. He could have been anywhere between fifteen
and twenty, a real cutey sweety, cropped hair looking rather solemn even
unfriendly but when he smiled it was worth waiting for.

'Chung,' he corrected me with one of his rare grins.

'Any chance of a bottle of Chinese Whiskey and some lemonades in a bit, say
half an hour when we've had a shower?'

'I can't leave the desk but I can bring them up in fourty minutes,' he gave
me a look I can only call camp, it's the only word I can dredge up. I'm not
saying he was girly, it was just the expression on his face, a bit like the
girly boys down in Singapore. Don't forget this was the sixties before
Singapore became 'enlightened'.

'That's fine, Chung,' I gave him a wink and his eyes dropped.

'What was that all about?' Andy asked as we returned to our room.

'I think he's game.'

'What's that in English.'

Cheeky prat, I speak English, you speak like Donald Duck. In English, my
Kiwi toy boy, it means he may help the guests out now and again but in Kiwi
it means I think he's fuckable.'

'He's only a kid, Jimmy,' Andy laughed. 'Nice but just a kid.'

'Come on, he's probably eighteen or whatever, anyway, want to have a go.'

'Dunno,' Andy hesitated. 'I'll follow your lead.'

'Coward.'

'That's me,' he agreed cheerfully.

We had our showers seperately and Andy was flopped on the bed naked clearly
wanting more of the morning's fun, he was idly playing with his semi erect
penis giving me 'come and get it looks' as I sat in my shorts filling in
the report I had to do after each escort.

'Answer it,' I said as the room phone rang.

'Slavedriver,' he muttered as he got off the bed brushed by me and picked
the phone up. 'It's your mate,' he grinned. 'Wants to know if he can bring
the beers up now.'

'Tell him yes, tell him to bring three glasses as well.' I stashed away the
paperwork as Andy relayed the message and threw himself back on the
bed. 'Where's my shorts?' He looked around.

'Stay as you are,' I grinned. 'You just follow my lead.'

'You sure about this,' he grinned and toyed with his penis which was now
well and truly filling out.

'Yeah,' I stood up and waited for Chung, I had my shorts on but that was
it, no briefs, no sandals, just the shorts and I was feeling randy. I
fancied Chung, I fancied Andy and I fancied a sweaty threesome.

There was a knock on the door and I opened it to find Chung with a tray
with our drinks.

'Come in, Chung,' I ushered him in and closed the door. He walked in took a
look at Andy sprawled on the bed and then did a double take. A wide grin
appeared on his face as he placed the tray on the table giving us both a
superb view of his tight khaki clad bottom. He was only wearing shorts, a
t-shirt and flip flops. Perfect. 'Do three glasses, Chung,' I told him and
moved up close behind. 'You gotta rush back.'

'No, I am finished until dinner,' he remained bent over pouring the drinks,
I noticed he'd taken me at my word and was doing himself one. I glanced at
Andy and he was as hard as a rock and gazing at Chung's bottom, I didn't
need to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking.

'Good.' Moving in I placed my hands on Chung's hips and slid them up onto
his slender waist and then onto his smooth chest. He gave a small wriggle
of protest and then stood up straight as my hands found his small nipples
and I ground my crotch up against his small bottom. 'So you don't have to
rush off?'

'No,' his voice broke and he wriggled his sweet fanny against my burgeoning
erection. Andy watched pop eyed as I rucked the t-shirt up and Chung
obligingly raised his arms, a second later and it was draped over a
chair. He was totally willing and sighed with satisfaction as I ran my
hands down his body unclipping the waist of his shorts and delving into his
front. He also had no pants on and I fingered a crisp pubic nest, so he
wasn't a child after all. He wasn't totally hard but he was getting there
and he was of a reasonable size for a kid of his build, probably around the
five inch mark but inches, sminches!

I moved him around so that he was backed onto the bed and Andy. Moving
around to his front I tugged his shorts down and knelt. There was a broad
grin on his face as he realised what I was about to do. I held his semi
erect penis out and licked across the barely visible glans. As I did so he
began to fill out and the core of his penis hardened as his foreskin slid
bac,. Andy suddenly came to life. he shuffled down the bed and slid off the
end clasping Chung from the rear. Chug giggled as he must have felt Andy's
hot hardness nestle against his smooth golden skinned buttocks.

'Aaaaah,' he sighed with his eyes closed as I sucked his now totally hard
cock and Andy dry rumped him from the rear. 'I knew you were upto
something,' Chung spoke quietly and played with my hair.

'You OK with this?'  Andy spoke from the rear and nuzzled Chung's smooth
neck.

'Very much,' Chung giggled and suddenly pushed back forcing Andy to fall
back onto the bed end. Chung laughed at me still kneeling and threw himself
onto the bed with Andy, I followed a second later determined to taste him
and if things went right take second service after my New Zealand
pal. Chung was in for a hard afternoon (dirty laugh).

'Come on, Andy. Join us,' I looked across at my Kiwi pal and then took
Chung's sweet cock into my mouth. Chung wriggled for a moment and began to
slowly move in and out. He'd obviously done this before and I was pretty
certain that Andy and myself were on pretty safe ground.

Andy aligned himself on the bed and closed in on Chung, his now fully hard
penis slipped between Chung's smooth buns as he took over the nipples and
the neck munching. I concentrated on the boy's now fully aroused sex and
his heavy ballbag. Chung just closed his eyes and went with the flow.

'You make me cum, sailor boy,' Chung muttered.

'Chinky cum, nice.'

'Me no Chink,' Chung spoke indignantly. 'Me Thai.'

'Even better,' I grabbed his hips and then his buns spreading them for
Andy'd benefit. Andy didn't waste any time, for a novice he was pretty
quick off the mark, he leapt across the room, grabbed the oil and was back
on Chung's back in an instant.

'Oooh, you so sexy, sailor boy,' Chung spoke over his shoulder to Andy and
in the process of fucking my face shoved his bum back onto Andy's engorged
penis.

'So are you,' Andy whispered and I saw him bend a little and drop the
bottle on the floor, he'd obviously got what he wanted and that was
confirmed when Chung tensed up and gave a gasp, I felt his now fully erect
cock jerk in my mouth. Andy had holed in one.

'Up the bed,' Chung giggled as I sucked him like a vacuum and Andy plugged
his sweet butt. We shuffled up in a threesome and managed to get up the bed
on our sides with Chung pinned in the middle completely at ease with my
avidly sucking mouth and Andy's jerky thrusts.

Chung was the first to cum and I heard him cry out and then my mouth was
full of his thick creamy boy juice as Andy hammered away at his sweet
fanny. Andy gave a groan and reaching out I felt his body go rigid as he
must have orgasmed into Chung's golden skinned body.

'You no cum?' Chung grinned at me as we lay there moments later gasping and
trying to come down from our sexual high.

'Not yet,' I was as hard as a rock as Chung pressed on my chest flattening
me on the bed. He returned the favour and he was good. He got the whole of
my six inches right into the back of his throat and was bobbing his head up
and down like a yo-yo taking me right down to his choke point time and time
again. Jeez, I dunno how old he was but that kid was good. I eventually
came into his gobbling mouth and he drank it all down without a qualm. We
fininished up with a spunky three way kissfest (another Andy word) and
after that just lay there sweaty, stinking and well pleased with ourselves.

'You are staying overnight?' Chung wriggled as he lay between Andy and
myself trying to coax some life from out depleted organs.

'Yeah,' I looked sideways at him and across to Andy. 'Gonna come up later?'

'I have to look after my brother,' he licked across his upper lip. 'He is
fourteen.'

'Really?' Andy giggled.

'Is he OK?' I asked. Meaning you know what.

'We put a private show on for you and then ........'

'And then?' Andy asked before I could.

'Fucky, fucky.'  Well that was brief and very much to the point.

'Sounds good,' I leant over and kissed Chung gently working my way ontop of
his lithe body and feeding my re-awakened penis between his legs, he
automatically raised his knees to his chest. I got to my knees and slid
into his hot little honeypot on a coating of Andy's cum and started to
slowly fuck deep and hard into his delicious heat. He lay there pressing
his legs on my back and giving contented little moans and grabbing my neck
to bring my face down for his busy mouth to attack. Andy, not to be left
out knelt behind me and I knew exactly what was coming.

A brief caress, an even briefer pressure and I felt his oiled cock press
against me and he opened me up for the second time of the day. God, that
was hard work but nice work. I rammed and thrust into Chung's soft little
butt and Andy fucked me. I could feel his hard Kiwi meat slipping in and
out like he was a rabbit on heat as I took Chung's childish body all the
way. It ended in moans, sighs and copious amounts of cum leaking from
various orifices. Chung even came again between our bellies, his smeary
juice bonding us together as I collapsed onto his depleted dicky with Andy
still rammed up my bottom.

This time the three of us had a melee in the small shower and Chung got
dressed and departed promising to return with his younger brother, Hung, of
all things. Whatta name for a kid. I suppose it would be nice to say that
Andy and I fucked the afternoon away but we didn't, we rigged the mosquito
net and slept.

We made it to the so called dinner on time and went out for a few drinks
after that. We weren't all that interested in drinking, we were more
interested in keeping our strength up for the two boys. Purely by chance we
bumped into Chung on the way back into the hotel, he gave a ready grin and
informed us in a whisper that he and his brother would visit around the
midnight mark and that was good enough for us, we headed for the shower
again and a had catnap before the arrival of the two boys.

I think Andy and I were just smooching, idly playing with each other
keeping on the boil as it were when a quiet knock came on the door. I
looked at the clock and raised my eyebrow at my Kiwi. It was eleven
o'clock, the boys were either an hour early or it was unwelcome visitors.

'Slip in the bed,' I hissed at Andy and quickly tugging on my shorts went
to the door. To my relief it was indeed Chung and he has a smaller boy with
him who I assumed was the inappropriately named Hung. This kid was a little
shorter than Chung, vaguely similar although with a rounder face and longer
hair.

'Hung,' Chung whispered and with a grin pushed by me tugging his kid
brother in by his wrist. 'Turn the lights down,' Chung gave Andy in the bed
a little wave, Hung is shy.'

Great, just what we needed, two randy sailors, one nymphomaniac Thai kid
and a shy boy.

I turned the ceiling light off leaving Andy on the partly shrouded bed with
a small lamp either side of the headboard, very cosy. The main fan
continued at slow speed but the night air was certainly cooler and in the
early hours it could even get a little chilly.

'Go on,' Chung pushed his kid brother towards the bed, the round faced boy
gave a litle giggle and sat on the bed alongside Andy. Chung was a little
more direct, he smiled at me and fell into my arms in an embrace with his
goggle eyed brother looking on. I backed him onto the bed and kissing
furiously with me fumbling at his shorts we fell on the bed alongside the
startled Hung. Andy grabbed the younger boy who gave a startled sqwark and
then started laughing as Andy's naked body emerged from the bed fully hard
and ready for action.

'We give you a little show,' Chung finally smiled when we were all totally
naked, Hung's four inch pecker was jutting out like a small flagpole. He
may be shy but he was also very hard. I don't think Andy or myself were
interested in a show we just wanted to plunder smooth boyish Thai bottoms
but as the two lads got into the centre of the bed Andy and myself
scrunched up onto the pillows and got our legs out of the way. The night
time performance was about to begin.

Being brothers they'd clearly played around with each other and that's
exactly what they did now. Chung straight faced and little Hung with sudden
outbreaks of giggles. Chung down on Hung, a momentary hesitation the Hung
took his older brother in his mouth. After that a sixty niner with both
boys getting more relaxed as they went on, needless to say Andy and myself
were as hard as scaffold poles. A lot of moaning and groaning brought the
Thai boys back to mind, Hung squealed and laughingly squirted a clear
stream on boy cum over his older brothers face and wanking himself rapidly
Chunk knelt up and shot a generous cum all over his smaller brothers
wriggling body.

They were shiny with cum, the smell was heavy in the air and they both
looked shagged out but it was all over. I immediately grabbed the giggling
Hung and Andy leapt on Chung. Show time again but this time the big boys
were after some Asian boy pussy.

I glanced at Andy but he knew what he wanted. He had Chung spreadeagled on
the bed and was busy feeding his tongue down the crop headed boy's throat,
Chung's skinny legs were around Andy's waist as if demanding union and as I
struggled with Hung I saw Andy's leaking penis push up against Chungs
rosebud, part it and enter.

I must admit I like the taste of funky brat. I rolled Hung over onto his
belly and forced his tight little buns apart and fed. Licking, lapping and
probing at his tiny sphincter until he was making enough noise to awaken
the whole hotel. One finger and then two, he groaned a bit but pushed back
willingly as I finger fucked him hard and fast and finally placed my now
leaking glans as his saliva coated ring.

'Yes, yes... yes,' he groaned and wriggled his sweet little butt.

One gentle thrust and I entered Thai heaven. God, he was so tight but he
took it manfully even reaching back and grabbing my thighs as I slowly
opened him up and sheathed my rock hard cock deep into his hot guts No
virgin this one, he thrust back onto me as I began to move in and out of
his incredibly tight little arse. Chung was on his back being fucked silly
by Andy and I was on Hung's sweaty back slapping and slamming into his
sweet golden skinned boy's bottom. I was in heaven and a quick glancy at my
New Zealand buddy confirmed that he must have been in pretty much the same
place. The noise of sweaty bodies slapping against sweaty bodies, the
groans and the grunts were music to my ears. I slid in and out of Hung
quite easily and at each movement outwards his clamped his little bottom as
if unwilling to let go, I slid my hand under his soft belly and felt his
brown skinned spike jerk and throb in my hand.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' I whispered as I burrowed in deep and hard, I could
feel the palm of my hand slippery and sticky as his little cock ejected a
squirt of boy semen and then another at the same time I felt my own
hardness go to ultra hard and then the surge and pumping as I filled his
sweet bottom with my creamy spunk. He giggled into the pillow and wriggled
his little fanny back onto me as I slowed and eventually lay on him trying
not to squash his small boned frame.

'You like?' He craned his head around and I nuzzled his smooth cheek.

'Very much,' I whispered back and smiled as I head the other two groan and
Andy mutter something. Chung laughed and as I turned onto my side with
little Hung still impaled on my softening meat I saw Andy and Chung belly
to belly kissing furiously, it seemed that they'd finished their lovemaking
as well... for the time being. We lay there for a while, post orgasmic
bliss I think they call it and then Andy and I decided to share a shower,
after all the night was till young.

Much to our surprise when we eventually emerged the boys were at it
again. Chung was doggy fucking his kid brother in the centre of the
bed. Hung was crouched on his hands and knees and Chung was between this
legs slowly and languidly fucking. I looked at Andy and Andy looked at me,
we were reading each other's minds, we grinned at each other.

'Top or bottom?' I murmured.

'I'm pooped,' he replied and in the same breath. 'I'll take the little
one's head.'

'I'll take the big one fullstop,' I chortled and jumped onto the bed. Chung
giggled as he felt me grasp his hips and position myself behind his pumping
butt. Andy got around the top of us all and I saw him lift Hung's head and
wave his hardening penis in front of the little lad's face. Hung quite
happily took Andy into his mouth as the same time I slid quite easily into
Chung's well fucked bottom. God, that boy loved it, once we got our rythm
going I was slapping into his tight but slippery little arse as he pounded
away at Hung driving his younger brother onto Andy's face fucking.

At the end of it we were all satisfied yet again. Andy came in Hung's
mouth, I came in Chung and Chung squirted up into his brother's cute little
bum. Slowly disengaging we spread little Hung out on his back in the centre
of the bed and went to town. Andy frenched him doubtless tasting his own
cum, Chung and I took care of the bottom half. I sucked on the kid's four
inch spike and Chung swallowed his scrotum complete sucking and slobbering
over the boy's nuts as they gradually tightened up. I got the boyish bonus,
Hung did a series of weak but tasty squirts which I avidly swallowed until
his noodle limpened and shrank.

'We should get a room in the Fleet Club in Singapore City,' Andy remarked
as he tiredly caressed Chung's smooth golden chest, we drifted in that half
awake and half dozing state in the middle of the night.

'Don't think they do doubles,' I grinned tiredly and stroked Hung's
satinlike skin. The boy purred and snuggled in closer.

'We go in together, both get rooms which are bound to be close to each
other and when no one's around we just use one for the afternoon.'

'Good thinking brainiac, don't forget a small bottle of sun tan oil.'

'You're on. Next Saturday?'

'Thirteen hundred bus,' I kissed Hung's soft cheek and he looked at me.

'Wanna fucky, Micky?'

What could I say.



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