Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2008 13:09:48 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: ROYAL NAVY CAPERS - A NIGHT IN MANILLA - 1

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ROYAL NAVY CAPERS -   A NIGHT IN MANILLA



1 - Evening



by



G. Cutter




I suppose this is a trip down memory lane, a story of my early manhood as
well as a story of my Navy days. Andy wasn't called Andy but I'm not going
to use his real name as he might even read Nifty or maybe his offspring
will. He's could be dead by now as I'm on my way (sob) but here we
go... hop on your time machine and let's go back to the early nineteen
sixties, sixty two or three, I can't recall but I'll make up what I can't
remember.

To set the scene; I was on HMS Hermes in the Pacific at the time of this
story. Hermes was one of our aircraft carriers and attached to the so
called Far Eastern Fleet where we operated with other navies of the SEATO
Alliance which was the eastern counterpart to NATO. The Korean War was
still fresh in everyone's minds, what we called The Emergency in Malaya
(before it was Malaysia and now Mayanmar) and the French troubles in what
was then called Indo China. Communism was on the march and the oft quoted
Domino Theory whereby the whole East became Red was very much on the on the
new and old Empire's minds, the new Empire was America in case you missed
the point and they certainly didn't want a communist South East
Asia. Anyway, enough scene setting now down to the characters of which
there are only three, myself, Mick aged twenty one and my sidekick or
office second Andy. I'll introduce the third later on in the story. I was a
Leading Signalman and ran a watch in the ship's signals office and Andy
worked with me as typist and general dogsbody. He was barely seventeen and
apart from being as tall as me weighed considerably less and was babyfaced,
to be kind he was slender and I was muscled... there you go, that sounds
better. In fact, with his baby face and slight build he looked like a tall
fifteen or even fourteen if the light caught him right.

He'd joined the ship at Portsmouth before we left and had come fresh from
his training, I'd got lumbered with him and he'd been on my watch ever
since. I don't think he was too happy working in the office but at sea he
got to stand watch on the Flag Deck and Bridge which made a break, he was a
funny lad insofar he was so bloody surly, you hardly ever saw him laugh and
I wondered at times if he'd regretted joining the Navy (as many did) as he
was certainly a square peg in a round hole. Knowing what I know now I would
have realised he was going through his teeny angst spell but we didn't
believe in that in those days especially in the Navy. You joined the Navy
and you were expected to act like a man be you sixteen or seventeen Dont
forget in those days we still had Boy Seamen onboard who joined fresh from
Dr Barnardos Homes at fifteen for God's sake. They had their own messes,
their own pecking order and were the only ones onboard who could still be
caned... believe it, it was was perfectly true. The Good Old
Days... rickets, aristocracy and kids up chimneys.

I suppose I'd better get to the point, I was in love with Andy or more
likely in lust. I wanted to bed him, I didn't really want to marry him. I
suppose over the year I'd put so many moves on him it would be hard to
believe now.  I'd be done for sexual harassment in this day and age and he
took it all in his own unhappy way and at least by the time we got to the
Pacific he'd plucked up the courage to tell me to fuck off... some progress
at last. You'd need to have been in the Navy of the day to understand what
went on, grabbing a youngster's bum was quite commonplace (if you were that
way inclined), an example being that on my first ship after training one of
the older guys quite openly shared a bunk with another a couple of times
and we youngsters didn't dare comment. I suppose it was a bit like we
understood Boarding Schools to be, the older preying on the younger sort of
thing and in some cases youngsters getting crushes and more on the older
men. This was the old Navy and I suppose being in an exclusive male society
people with certain inclinations just let themselves go.  Anyway, with Andy
I'd tried and tried and got nowhere, I was beginning to think he was as
straight as a ruler, even homophobic as we say nowadays. I don't know, I
just had a feeling but I was getting nowhere, probably too blatant about
it. I thought he might go given the right circumstances but I could be
wrong there.

He came in after a spell out on deck with a grin on his normally glum
face. 'Loads of ships out there, Yanks, French even a Dutchy.'

'Loads of signals to type as well,' I gave him one of my looks. 'Clickety
click, buddy boy,' I nodded at the antique typewriter.

'Right,' he settled down and he was away and I got back to logging the
stuff and passing it into his intray.

I heard the engines go astern and waited for that peculiar noise or lack of
noise that comes at moments like this. A clanking and banging audible
throughout the ship and the engines stopped, we were secured to a buoy.

'You been here before?'

'Yeah, about eighteen months ago on the old Carysfort, a right scrapheap.'

'What's it like?'

'Grotty,' I laughed. 'Don't go ashore on your own and don't go down any
alleys. The boys and girls look tasty but they've all got big minders or
nasty chums.'

'I don't chase boys and girls,' he answered primly probably scoring one for
himself on his private score board.

'Nor do I,' I grinned. 'Just seventeen year olds.'

'I sussed that out,' he replied with a sneer which looked rather nice on
him. God, I fancied him so much I was besotted. When it got really hot and
we sat in the office barechested I could hardly keep my eyes off his narrow
chest and coral pink nips, I could have bloody well eaten him... and I
would given half the chance. Backtracking a bit, I had to try avoid using
the bathroom when he was in there showering, the sight of his naked body
had me popping an instant stiffy, he snowy white high riding bottom,
God. The phrase that came out in one of the Arnie movies recently... a bum
like a ten year old boy... applied to him totally with one outstanding
difference, he had a dick like a donkey. His penis at it's relaxed stage
had to be a five incher, it may even have hardened at the same five inches
but I suspected it grew as most did. I never was a one for dick's but I'd
make the exception with him just get to the rest of him if you follow my
train of thought. I wanted him and by that I mean all of him, sod the top
and bottom label I'd go for what I could get.

'Pretty cheap all the same,' I drew myself back to our little chat.

'I'm skint,' he mumbled. 'Payday's all to cock,' he grumbled and he was
right. We got paid fortnightly and typically we'd arrived in Manilla on a
blank week.

'Come with me at lunchtime,' I suggested vaguely. 'I'm only getting a few
bits and pieces and maybe a drink and a meal.'

'Told you, I'm broke,' he looked at me and then I knew that maybe this was
the moment I'd been waiting for.

'I can lend you twenty or thirty dollars, we'll be at sea for next
payday. An offer you can't refuse,' I grinned.

'Yeah, you're after something,' he scowled again but I could see he was
wavering. Mind you we'd never been ashore together before. When he went he
normally teamed up with the younger signalmen. Money speaks as they say and
this would probably be the only visit to the Phillipines we'd get as we
normally rotated between Singapore and Hong Kong.

'Only your sweet body.'

'Not in this lifetime,' he laughed which was a rarity for him. 'I dunno...'

'Take it or leave it,' I kept a straight face, I didn't want to seem too
pushy but as I may have said, I had been here before and knew how powerful
the local booze was and a reasonable hotel. I had nothing to lose after
all.

'Alright,' he finally surrendered almost meekly and just a trifly shyly, he
was probably embarassed but the thought of going to the Phillipines and not
even setting foot ashore had swung the deal. At once my evil mind started
to spin. The plot was the oldest in the world, get the prey boozed up, get
him groggy, take him to a hotel and two in a room should do the trick. Of
course outdrinking him was a problem as I wasn't a great drinker but maybe
he'd relax and maybe be a bit more friendly once we were away from the
ship. That, by the way, was a major angle in my little operation. I knew
that once away from the community of the job and the workplace people
changed. Hopefully, Andy would relax just a bit and then a bit more. I
wasn't expecting him to throw himself into my arms but why not? There's no
harm in hoping.

We were on the fifteen hundred boat and the heat of the day was just about
beginning to ease off a little, for night leave we wore half whites which
was the normal white suit without the top half which was a pain, we just
wore the long trousers opposed to shorts with the normal top. A small and
very minor inconvenience of Naval uniforms at the time was that you had two
small pockets and carrying anything was a pain. Apparently the designers
never thought that anyone would want to carry cigarettes, lighters, even
bunches of keys... to repeat, the uniform was a pain in the arse but it
certainly suited dishy boys and Andy was one of them, his trousers were so
tight you could even see the outline of his briefs but fortunately the
inside pockets at the front hid his bigger asset. These were the old sailor
trousers by the way which had a drop flap at the front and buttoned
crossover pieces inside. Well, we got ashore and the first trip was a
meander down the harbour front, a nice relaxing sit down with a chilled
beer and a leisurely survey of the passing hoi poloi.

Beggards and pimps abounded but they left us alone, perhaps they even
suspected it was man with his boy which was certainly more than Andy
thought. He was over the moon and to be a seventeen English boy in the
central Pacific was really something, he was from Leeds in the Midlands
which doesn't really measure up.  There were as many foreign sailors as
Fillipinos, the place was a shambles but everyone was smiling and having a
laugh. The nightlife was starting early and Shore Patrols were already
walking the walk. I took him down the market and we must have toured the
tourist shops and stalls for a good hour without buying anything, Andy was
a ditherer and he had two crisp ten dollar notes in his pocket which I
think he was scared to break into.

We sat down at the end of the market and I suggested we did our shopping
before we got the boat in the morning, that brought him back to life.

'In the morning?' He looked at me in surprise.

'We don't have to be back until eleven, we can catch the ten thirty boat
which gives you a chance to get any odds and ends in the morning.'

'Where we staying?' He looked at me as if I was from Mars. The thought of
overnighting hadn't crossed his mind but there would be many taking the
opportunity of cheap hotels and the International Fleet Club.

'I know a hotel, I stopped overnight last time, it's nice and clean and
they do a room service.'

'Room service?' He looked at me dumbly.

'Yeah. If you want a drink they truck it up for you. It's better than
hanging around bars if you're a bit woozy and sleepy. Get in the hotel and
chill out,' I grinned. 'Sit out and have a drink on the balcony and watch
the world go by.'

'Have we got enough money?' I liked the 'we' but no matter.

'No probs,' I glanced at him and he seemed a bit bemused but, hey, what's
new with teenagers, they haven't changed that much in fourty five years. I
was trying not to act over keen and it was working. Just two boys together
in a hotel room and he was swallowing it hook, line and sinker. Christ, I
crossed my legs, I was getting hard thinking of him peeling those tight
white trousers off. Surely if I could get him down to his briefs I had to
get somewhere. 'Zonk it around seven, we did have a night watch last night
after all. If we catch a couple of hours kip we can always wander out later
when the place had livened up.'

'True,' he looked at me a little uncertainly. 'It's upto you.'

'Good.' I liked that, he was putting himself in my hands the fool and here
I was almost drooling. 'Let me buy you a nice Chinese meal.'

'Yes sir.' He gave me another of his rare grins, it seemed the break with
the ship was doing him good, of course, not spending any money must have
sweetened his mood somewhat.  I'd also set a record. I'd actually had him
on his own for approximately three hours and he was beginning to unwind. I
wondered then and I still wonder now: Did he know what I was upto or was he
a complete innocent? I never did get around to asking.

We had our meal at a quite nice place which was a bit short on sailors
which was even nicer, we had more beer and I could see he was flagging. He
clearly wasn't a drinker pretty much the same as myself but I had a
tolerance for alchohol and he didn't. At one stage I could swear he was
going to fall asleep. A combination of little sleep the night before due to
our nightwatch and the booze was getting to him, I could finish up having
sex with a sleeping boy if we got that far.

'A stroll down the front, a quick beer and then the hotel?' I looked at him
willing him to reply with a yes.

'Yeah,' he grinned slightly drunkenly. 'A shower and a good kip, I'm half
asleep already.' I let that one go, I was determined not to crack any
funnies and set alarm bells off. This was like playing a fish, a tug, a
slow wind in and let it run a bit, I was on a knife edge but the more I
looked at him the more I wanted him. I could finish up in gaol after
tonight but I would have him by fair means or foul.

We took a slow stroll down the dockside which was crowded with small boats,
bumboats, sampams, warship's liberty boats... you name them, they were
there. I did notice that Andy got a few crafty glances as did I. I should
think a lot of the sailors at least thought we were an odd couple, to the
natives, with an apology for any colonial slur, there was nothing new under
the sun and an adult sailor with a boy in tow was nothing new on the
Manilla harbour front. We stopped of at an open air bar at the end and had
another couple of drinks, at least Andy did but I managed to spill most of
mine... subtle or what? In the end I guided him out, the hotel I had in
mind was just around the corner and I had used it last time I was here. As
well as being clean, tidy and well organised it was also like those three
monkeys, see, hear and speak no evil was a good motto for the place. It was
a bit expensive but safe and I had enough money for what I wanted.

'Hey, that's posh,' Andy stood and looked at the place goggle eyed but I
hustled him along, it wouldn't do for the Patrol to come across us in his
state, he need a shower and a lie down before he fell down.

Once in the reception area I dumped him on a bamboo sofa right under a big
ceiling fan and went to do my business at the counter. Funnily enough it
was the same kid who had looked after me the last time I was here and
obviously older but just as tasty, unfortunately or fortunately he didn't
seem to recognise me.

'I'd like a room for the night.'

'Two of you?' The olive skinned youth raised an eyebrow.

I nodded.

'Alarm call, sir,' he grinned toothily.

'No, but we could use a breakfast around nine thirty.'

'It is done,' he scribbled on a pad. 'Sign here, sir.' He pushed a ledger
towards me. 'Double bed, balcony and large shower.'

'Double bed sounds good,' My voice dropped and I smiled. 'I was here about
eighteen months ago. No changes?'

'Nothing changes, sir,' he laughed softly. 'Room 102, up the stairs and
down the end, nicely out of the way.'

'Thanks, can you send six bottles of Tiger up in a while,' I rustled my US
dollars and he did a quick calculation and took the total including the
beers and the breakfast.

'Sleep well, sir,' he grinned and nearly laughed, it was all of seven
o'clock in the evening and here I was bearing a boy off to bed just as all
the fun was starting down the main drag and on the waterfront. I could see
by the way he studied Andy who seemed to have slipped into a coma that he
knew exactly what the score was. In fact, if Andy proved difficult I'd be
ringing room service for a little more than beer, maybe a Fillipino cuddle
and he'd do just right but Andy was the priority for right now. Clutching
my key I walked over to him and shook his shoulder. Not bad, he was awake
in an instant if a triffle groggy.

'Rooms fixed, kiddo. I've got a few beers coming up in a minute.'

'Goody,' he grinned and wobbled to his feet and followed me as I led
off. This sounded very much like the room I had last time but my memory
wasn't all that good although it's a damn sight worse now. I was a bit
heavily involved with a Fillipino youth on that previous stop over. Good
sex but he nearly sent me back on a stretcher, he didn't know when to
stop. In fact and this is truly true, he was the first boy who ever got to
fuck me, up until then I'd always played the active partner so perhaps
history might repeat itself.

'Here we are,' I opened the door and guided him in. He took a quick look
around and beetled off to what was pretty obviously the bathroom and I
heard the rush of his urine as he downloaded. He came back slightly red
faced but obviously relieved (get it) and plonked himself down on the small
two seater sofa which faced the large open windows which opened out onto a
small balcony.

'Well. this is it,' I stood behind him and placed my hands on his
shoulders. 'Just you and me.'

'Right... don't get any funny ideas,' he muttered and stretched his legs
but I noticed the package. His groin didn't match upto his denial, he was
bulky to say the least. I sensed a bout of embarassment coming on as he
crossed his legs. Dontch just love it when people cross their legs, they
either need a pee (which he'd just had) or they're trying to hide
something.

'I'm going to have a shower, some beer should be up shortly...'

'Well, I'd better have the shower first you can answer the door.' Bloody
teenagers they are just so contrary but that suited me just fine. I was
still a bit vague about how I was going to tackle my little seduction but
getting some clothes off was a good start.

'Go ahead,' I shrugged and started to peel my white front off. These are
the white vest type things British sailors wear with the blue neck
band. They are cotton and normally worn tight to look sexy I suppose. If I
could see into the future then I would have known that our uniform was
going to modernise in a year or so and everything would get to be baggy and
sailors would finish up walking around like sacks of poo... but I didn't
have a crystal ball so all that remained firmly in the future. 'Gissa tug,'
I bent over and he helped peel the thing off, it was stuck to me with my
own perspiration and I draped it over the dresser to dry out, at least with
the removal of my shoes and socks I was down to the bell bottom white
trousers and briefs. I returned the compliment and helped him with his
overtight white front and watched him as he dithered about.

'I hope they've got some towels in there,' he nodded at the bathroom and
toilet he'd just visited. Zero out of ten for observation there, Andy, I
thought.

'They have,' I replied confidently. The more I thought back the more I was
convinced it was the same room as last year and if I remembered correctly
there was a shower stall big enough to fit a football team in. Mind you a
couple of randy lads with a couple of the local girls would need a big
shower.

'OK, then,' he made off to the bathroom still partially clothed and I just
sat there relaxing but not for long. Five minutes later there was a knock
on the door and my Fillipino from downstairs was there with six chilled
bottles without glasses I noticed.

'The chiller works,' he nodded to the unit in the corner of the room. 'Have
a nice night,' he handed the tray across.

'Thanks,' I took the tray from him and managed to brush his fingers with
mine. I looked at him and he looked at me... He grinned and I reckoned he
was a pretty obvious number three if Andy came out of his shell, if Andy
did anything that, was let alone come out of a bloody shell.

He nodded and was off. I stuck the beer in the chiller and switched it on,
Andy had drunk enough to be honest and I wasn't in the mood for beer, I had
other priorities. First and foremost was to do something, I'd get nowhere
stooging around doing bugger all. To be honest I was in a mess, I didn't
know if he had me sussed out, surely after a year working for me he must
know but perhaps he thought all the groping and harassment were acts... I
was one of the good guys after all? Perhaps and this was a very big
perhaps, he was ready for a game and there was only one way to find out. I
quickly dropped my whites and dropped my briefs. Fortunately my nerves must
have killed my erection as I entered the bathroom I was extended as they
say but not fully erect.

He was slowly moving under one of the twin shower heads gently swaying and
just letting the water wash over him. He had his back to me and I nearly
fainted at the sight of his alabaster bottom with the tepid water flowing
over it and into his tight crack. He half turned with a look of surprise on
his face or it might even have been of fright. 'What ya doing?'

'Showering, dummy,' I stood under the adjoining shower and turned it on
running the water and luxuriating in the lukewarm flow. He shuffled around
so that his bum was still facing me. Odd. 'Want your back washed?'

'Fuck off,' he squealed. Well, that told me but not to be put off I grabbed
a sponge, soaped it up and slipped it onto his shoulders. 'Mickeee,' he
wailed, flinched like a little boy but stayed as he was. I could feel him
trembling as I washed him but as I attempted to turn him around he
resisted. 'No don't,' he almost sobbed.

'Whassup, Andy. I'm not going to rape you.'

'That's good,' he replied with an uneven laugh. My problem was that all my
mental control had gone actually feeling his slender and soapy body in the
raw as it were for the first time. I was so near and yet so far. I moved in
and my hardness glanced across his wet cheek and he leapt as if
electrocuted.

'Jeez, Andy,' I snorted in annoyance I suppose. I was getting the hump and
dropping the sponge gave his shoulders and taut neck muslces a soapy
massage, I was so hard now I couldn't go back, I attempted to turn him
again.

'Mickeee...' The same plaintive wail but this time he slowly turned with
his eyes everywhere but on me and I stepped back in shock. Hiis dangly five
incher or whatever I'd called it previously was fully erect with it's
foreskin in full retreat and his dark red glans bulged as if poised to
leap. OK, a bit over the top there with the purple prose but you know what
I mean. This kid was so ripe he was about to detonate. 'Micky,' he moaned
and his eyes dropped. 'I can't help it.'

'Perfectly natural,' I croaked and put my soapy hands on his waist drawing
him closer until our erections collided and slipped upwards between our
bellies.

'This is so queer,' he moaned as I put my arms around him and held him to
me, moments later I felt his arms go around me, at last we were getting
somewere.

'Never done any boy on boy stuff?' I kept my voice down and asked the
question as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

'No.' His head was against my chest and I resisted the temptation to grab
his tight little buns.

'Always a first time.'

'One for your scorecard,' he sounded bitter. 'Micky conquers the Virgin
Queen.'

'What?'

'That's what a couple of the others onboard call me, the younger ones.'

'Ignore them, they can suspect but they won't know and I won't be talking
out of turn.' I played what I hoped was my mastercard. 'I'm not going to
tell everyone I was fucked by my office boy.' I felt him stiffen and I was
sure I could hear his mind go into overdrive. He was a smark kid, he'd
heard what I'd said but he was having a bit of trouble taking it in.

'I thought you were...'

I pushed him away a little and tilted his face up to look him in the
eyes. 'As far as I'm concerned it's fun all around in private. Whatever you
want to do, do it.' I pulled him back in and this time I felt his hands
slide down onto my buttocks. I nearly spoilt it by kissing his wet neck but
as he flinched away I pulled hin in tight again but he was alright, I'd
guided his mind onto the fight track.

'Aw, Jeez,' he moaned and I reckoned his juvenile mind was in a turmoil.

'You need relief and you're not spunking it away on the bathroom
floor... understand.'

'Yeah...' he suddenly giggled and made a little pelvic thrust. I had him
netted. Well, the front for sure, I didn't know about the back. The thing
was he had what every horny youth needs, a promise. He knew perfectly well
that he could have me before the night was out and he would go for it, I
knew that as surely as I knew I was going to suck him dry in the very near
future.

'I've got the beers in the fridge,' I returned his little thrust and slowly
ran my hands up and down his smooth flanks, very smoothly and slowly and
this time he didn't flinch, he just pressed in and I felt his stiff cock
mash against mine.

'You trying to get me drunk?'

'No,' I relied quite honestly. I didn't want him drunk, I wanted him as he
was, relaxed and seemingly willing. I was confident in my ability to please
him and hopefully he'd respond in kind. If not, then I'd get him
drunk. 'Come on let's get dried off.'

We towelled seperately but I could feel his eyes on me all the time and
this time unlike onboard there was no trying to hide the bits. I'd seen him
fully erect, he'd seen me and he was quite proud of what he had. He was
well developed plus and he damn well knew it.  He sat on the bed with his
damp towel around his middle but I was hot on the track now, no more
dawdling. I sat alongside him and gently pressed him back onto the bed.

'Mickeee,' he gave a half hearted protest but he didn't mean it, he had a
slight smile on his baby face and he was waiting to see what I would do to
him. He didn't have long to wait. I dropped my head onto his belly
savouring the slightly damp skin and worked my tongue around his navel but
also lay my hand on his penis within it's towelling cover. 'Aaaah,' he
groaned and rested his hands on my head lightly. If he didn't know what
came next then he really was a dummy.

I gently folded the towel apart exposing his jerking and totally solid
cock, it even had a bead of precum oozing from the slit of his bulging and
distended glans. I kissed his lower belly and nuzzled at his light haired
curly pubics and then grasping his hot shaft licked the milky white bead
from the tip. I think he nearly passed out at that stage but holding it
firmly I sank my mouth over his swollen knob, closed my lips on it and gave
it a gentle suck tasting the slipperiness of his seed in my mouth.

'Aaaaaaaah,' he gave a long drawn out sigh and went limp. That was it, I
smiled as I started to run my lips up and down his steely shaft, salivating
and sucking. I tickled around his glans with the tip of my tongue and then
moved down onto his smooth scrotum taking in his tight nuts and gently
wanking his spit slicked stem. 'Micky...' he sighed and gently pumped into
my mouth. All his inhibitions were gone, goodbye shyness and hello slut
boy. As I took him into my mouth again he moved faster shagging into my
throat and grasping my short hair as he fucked. I took my chance and
reached under him grasping one smooth buttock in each hand, squeezing and
moulding the jellylike flesh as he pumped up and down.

'Mmmmfph,' I sucked away feeling him getting harder and harder, and finally
going frantic as his heat built. I was half expecting it but he let go
without any warning and suddenly my mouth was full of his salty bland cum,
I swallowed to get another mouthful as he rammed into my mouth nearly
choking me. 'Calm down. Andy,' I laughed holding his slippery cock upright
to get a third streamer of warm youth spunk splattered across my jaw and
lips.

'Oh, my Gawd,' he whimpered and a final splash bubbled up and squirted over
his smoothly rounded belly.

''Horny boy,' I whispered admiringly and took his dripping cock into my
mouth yet again sucking it clean and squeezing the last little drop from
his slit.

'You are such a perv,' he whispered still playing with my hair as I lapped
out his navel and the puddles on his belly. The next move caught him by
surprise all the same. I quickly slipped up his body gluing my lips to
his. He gave a strangled squawk as my spunk smeared mouth descended on his
and my tongue pressed against his tightly clamped lips. As he half
heartedly pushed against me I pinched his nose off and as he opened his
mouth for air my tongue shot inside transferring my spit and his cum into
his wet warmth. He gave up in the end and we shared our first guilty
kiss. ''Doesn't taste of anything,' he whispered as we parted and looked at
each other. 'Pretty disgusting all the same.'

'Why, it's ours, our babies.'

'Jeeeeezus,' he closed his eyes and turned away. That was it, I spooned up
against him and my stiffness pressed up against his crack. 'No chance,' he
laughed and turned around again to face me. At least he was laughing, I had
the feeling now that the ice was broken in a manner of speaking we were
going to get on like a house on fire. His penis was still heavy and
stretched, he wasn't finished yet. Bearing in mind the way he carried on I
suspected he was in denial, he was a healthy boy and he had juice to spare,
there was just a small matter of payment.

'You alright... apart from being disgusted?'

'Yeah,' he looked at me and covering his eyes giggled.

'It's still early,' I fished my watch from my trousers leaning out of the
bed to do so and the cheeky sod was up behind me in a flash. I felt his
soft lump harden as he rubbed up against my rear and I let him, it was
rather nice and I felt quite guilty as I pushed back gently. 'It's only
gone seven.'

'We've got all night,' his hot breath fanned my neck and he moved against
me a llittle more forcefully.

'Later, baby,' I laughed. I pushed him back into the centre of the bed and
rolled him over as he laughed and giggled doing his mock fight back. He
wasn't fighting, he was going through the motions and he knew what I was
after this time or he did once I spread his silken cheeks and ducked my
head.

'Jeeezus,' Micky, he clutched the pillow as I lapped into his crack and
parted his buns sighting his brown pucker and the tight little hole dead
centre for the very first time. 'I'm gonna fuck you for this,' he
threatened.

'I can't wait,' I laughed, there you go, I'd said it, it was upto him
now. He'd more or less given me the go ahead, payback didn't worry me, as
he'd said we had all night and what goes around comes around. We could
probably fit in a couple of snoozes along the line somewhere. I produced
the little tube I'd found on the bathroom shelf, it was a handcream or
maybe even a sex aid but it was slippery and sweet smelling as I'd found
out on investigation, it was also heaven sent as I'd never even thought of
getting any lube or starters as we Navy types called it. I squirted some
onto my finger and ran it deep into his crack and he threshed about a bit
and then twitched as I smeared it over his hole and slowly and gently
pressed. He gave a shuddering groan as my finger broached him and sank into
his incredible tightness and heat but he'd fully surrendered now with
remarkably little fight. I'd been anticipating a long and weary struggle
before we made love, even a gentlemanly rape but that wasn't going to
happen. Horny dog wanted me and he knew the only way he was going to get
what he wanted was to play the game all the way.

'Micky,' he sighed and I felt him go limp as I kissed his smoothly silken
pure white orbs and worked my finger in and out of his virgin hole easing
and lubricating. 'Don't hurt me,' he whispered.

'Never,' I promised and reached under him running a quick check... good, he
was fully hard again and I knew I was on a winner. He was a willing virgin
even if he was after my arse... I played with him for some time until I had
my finger deep in his gut and he was really relaxed then came stage two. I
slipped my finger free and with some more oil intruded two fingers which
stretched him even further and brought forth more moans but now he was
pushing up against my thrusts, he was just about ready to lose his cherry
and I was going to be the one to pop it.

'This is so secret,' he whispered into the pillow. 'If anyone finds out
about this I'll die.'

'Don't be silly,' I kissed up his spine slipping my knees inside his and
spreading his legs. He tensed up as he had a damn good idea what was about
to happen but I told him to relax and to push out a little. As he did I
located my weeping knob at his hole and gave a gentle push and he opened up
to welcome me. He did gasp, he did moan and he did clasp the pillow in a
death grip but I was in him and once I'd gained an inch or so he seemed to
accept the intrusion into his body.

'Cor, that feels funny,' he gave a slightly hysterical laugh into the
pillow but I wasn't done yet. I slid in another inch and then slowly and
carefully started to move to and fro into his delicious bottom. It was
beautiful, so tight but so soft and his skin was flawless. I kissed the
back of his neck as I moved to and fro, still slowly and ever gentle as I
worked my way in until I felt my pubics press against his bottom. 'Aaaaah,'
he expelled breath and tightened on me and then relaxed as if
experimenting. He pushed up onto my movements and I moved a little
faster. The lube was brilliant, I never found out what it was but it was
like fucking an oiled velvet tunnel and one that grasped you and squeezed
to complete the treat. He was over the initial entry now and was pushing up
harder to match me as I fucked him harder but not violently. We could try
some rough stuff later but for now it was all the sweetness and light bit.

I took him onto his side for a bit and fucked that way which enabled me to
hold his now fully hard penis and he seemed to like it but in the end he
was shoving back into me so hard I took him onto his belly again and went
for it. The final onslaught, the climax.

I supported myself on my forearms either side of his torso and just glided
in and out digging deeper and harder at every thrust until he was writhing
and begging me to finish it off. Having said that, he'd achieved a rythm of
pushing back up onto me as I slipped in as if demanding more. I dropped my
head to nuzzle at his now sweaty neck and kiss the side of his face as he
craned his head around to the side.

'You alright?'

'Rapist,' he chuckled and gave another of his little push ups. 'Nothing
like I thought it'd be.'

'Good?'

'Acceptable,' he grunted. 'Big dick.'

'You're no midget.....' I stopped talking. I could feel that burning
sensation and my dick itched. It was like a loaded gun awiting to be fired
and I dropped onto him ramming and thrusting to my climax.

'Aaah, Micky,' he sobbed as I jerked and throbbed inside him. I seemed to
cum forever as I felt squirt after squirt of my pent up creamy juice shoot
up into his sweet body. 'Oooh..er' he giggled and clutched the pillow as my
shaft buried deep in his gut continued to spurt and squirt until I was
moving on a coating of my own spunk and it was now so easy and
unfortunately now all over. I'd taken his virginity and was sheathed in his
cum drenched hole. Andy was mine and he didn't seem in the slightest
concerned, in fact, he squeezed on me and pushed back as if unwilling to
let go. The surly baby faced youth had turned into a lover but it was early
days yet, he could still go into the super remorse stage but I was betting
that he wouldn't. I just had the feeling that this was the start of
something big, no more boring night watches, we may have gained a mutual
hobby. We would have to exercise care and total secrecy but this was too
good to spoil but I'm getting ahead of myself, we still had a long night
ahead.

'That was so good,' I wriggled inside him as I started to come down both
physically and mentally. My sex was softening and as I slipped free I
grabbed the damp towel and patted and dried spillage and oil from between
his legs.

'I feel all squishy,' he rolled onto his back and gazed up at me. 'Was I
good?' He asked innocently as if awaiting praise.

'Brilliant.' We kissed and this time there was certainly no false modesty,
my tongue slipped into his mouth to meet with his and they enjoyed a little
slither together until we parted and lay side by side at peace with each
other and the world. I pulled the cover up over us and we listened to the
muted noise from the outside in the street. The Manilla night was starting
but we were safe in our cocoon and I was pretty sure after a little
recovery he would have his own thing to do and it wouldn't have anything to
do with getting dressed and touring the Manailla night life.

We dozed off and I was awoken from a quite decent nap by a soft knock on
the door. I jerked awake and looked at Andy, the covers were down to his
waist displaying his beautiful boy's body but I wrapped a damp towel around
my waist and went to the door. To my surprise it was the receptionist of
bellhop, whatever he was and he was standing with a big beam on his
face. He gave me a very long and cool up and down and stood back. 'Laundry,
we do an overnight service if you're interested.' I could sense that he was
trying to see into the room so stood back a trifle just allowing him to see
Andy in the bed.

'You could do our white fronts, our shirts,' I suggested. 'Come in.' How's
that for bold?

'Yeah,' he grinned and stepped inside the door, I could see that his eyes
were trained on my sleeping buddy like cannon. 'Good afternoon?' His voice
had dropped to a whisper.

'Excellent,' I grabbed our two white fronts and he inspected them.

'A couple or three hours,' he smiled again. 'I'll drop them up when I
finish later.'

'Sounds good,' I grinned. 'That's Andy by the way.'

'Beautiful boy.' We were by the door and still communicating in whispers.

'We like versatile visitors,' I reached out and grasped his groin happy to
feel his thickness and turgidity. 'Later?'

'Yeah,' he gulped and grinned recovering himself. 'In three hours?'

'So be it,' I gently pushed him into the passage and closed the door. Wow,
I'd really dropped myself in it now and all on the spur of the moment. God
knows how Andy was going to feel about a third person joining us... he'd
probably go ballistic but there was only one way to find out. I returned to
the bed. It had just gone nine, the evening had barely started but it also
meant that the Fillipino who's name I didn't even know would be arriving
around midnight. Shit, I had some fixing to get on with.

'Who was that?' Andy mumbled blearily as I cuddled up to him and rubbed my
soft meat against his smoth bottom.

'The Fillipino kid taking our fronts to wash and iron.'

'Oh,' he took a moment to take that is. 'He was quite nice if you mean the
one on the desk.' Amazing, and I thought he was asleep when I was signing
in, it just goes to show that you shouldn't understimate people.

'I think he fancied you,' I ventured.

'After I've done you,' he replied calmly and rolled over to face me. Why
wasn't I surprised to feel his stiff cock press into my groin and his arms
reach out. 'My turn,' he gave me a slight smile and quite confidently
pulled me inwards. Golly gosh, I grinned as I felt him embrace me and then
his lips on mine. His shyness had certainly gone on walkabout. 'Come on,
Micky,' he whispered and rubbed his face against mine. 'Fair's fair and you
did promise.'

'Randy teenies,' I moaned and turned my back on him. 'Use that oil, it's
under the pillow.'

'I love domineering men,' he giggled and I felt his dry stiffness nudge up
against my crack. I really couldn't believe I was doing this, allowing
myself to be done by a bloody youth but then again I could barely believe
he was doing it. He'd either been pulling an act for the last year or so or
was a bloody good actor, I suppose the third option was that he'd tried it,
he'd liked it and now he wanted to pig out. I preferred to think the
latter, it stroked my ego a bit to think that I had a hand in his
conversion if that's what it was.

'Steady...' I flinched as I felt his fingers between my cheeks stroking
deep and then running across my hole, he certainly wasn't wasting any
time. 'Take it easy, you're a bit on the big side.'

'You liked it earlier on,' he pointed out.

'And for the rest of the night,' I laughed shortly and then held the pillow
as I felt his oiled cock spear between my cheeks and it felt bloody
huge... come to think of it, it was about the same size as mine, a man
sized cock on a skinny kid's body but it was too late now for second
thoughts. His swollen and slippery knob was rubbing between my cheeks and I
felt the initial pressure on my pucker as he breathed warmly on my neck.

'This is fantastic,' he breathed heavily and pushed opening me up. Be fair,
I wasn't a virgin by a long shot but I hadn't had it this way for some time
and I grabbed the pillow even more fiercely and groaned as I felt his
outsized knob penetrate me and then the pressure eased a
little. 'Ooooh... fucking the Boss,' he giggled and started to move almost
instantly fucking his way in. He was clumsy and a bit rough but I forgave
him as his hot meat filled my belly and I felt his smooth body press
against me. His hand came around and toyed with my own penis which was
thickening and hardening as he moved. 'Getting hard as well.'

'Shurrup, Andy,' I pushed back absorbing him to his pubics and he gave
another self satisfied sigh.

'Micky.' He pressed in and started to move. I had been going to tell him to
stop waffling and get on with it but no need, he pushed me on my belly and
took the same position as I had. He was between my legs, spreading his
knees he also opened mine forcing my bum up into his onslaught and that's
what it was. He shagged with mechanical precision as if he was clockwork
but he got to moving faster and harder and babbled sweet rubbish in my ear
as he lay his head on my shoulder and just pumped his slender hips up and
down. He was indeed big but he soon got into his stride and I actually
enjoyed it probably the weight of his body on me and the press of his firm
flesh on mine, all those tactile sensations and the ace in the hole to
crack a little joke.

I'm not into measurements but I reckoned it was a good man's sixer, maybe
more and he worked at it ramming and thrusting away like he was in a race
and then I felt him slow and I knew what came next. 'Andy...' I pushed up
and waited for it.

'Micky... I'm cuming.' His cock stiffened and I felt the blast of his warm
semen shoot up into me and then another and a third. He then slowly and
seeming to hold his breath pumped in and out a few times and then lay on me
with his still solid erection buried deep into my body on it's coating of
lubricant and spunk. 'Jeez, that was good,' he whispered and went with me
as I rolled onto my side. He stayed glued to me in spooner's mode until he
went limp or softer anyway and slipped free.

'Sorry, I went a bit mad,' he grinned totally unapologetic as I turned to
face him.

'No matter,' I grinned. 'The night is young... I'll be back.'

'That's good,' he looked at me directly. 'I've changed my mind. I did like
it.'

'Excellent, all you have to do now is keep it secret and we'll be OK.'

'Never fear,' he laughed happily and snuggled into my arms. 'Our big
naughty secret.'



			     Part 2 to follow



I got a bit of 'deja vu' after reading this and then realised it's a
mixture of two of my other stories but I have an excuse.

The Manilla Hotel scenario did happen in my younger years and it was
memorable as was the 'Keith' who I call 'Andy' in this one.

I still dream about it now and then. It's obviously going to be on my mind
until I pop off in a few years and that's sad, but that's life.

Then again I also had the pleasure of the 'Kiwi Fruit' scenario which is
very similar to this one and maybe why I got the two stories a bit mixed
up. Two different situations, a couple of years apart but very real and
very memorable (with a few flourishes).


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