TWO MINDS WITH BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT.
by Andy Macdonald.
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CHAPTER IV.
As the two of us snuggle down into the soft, warm bedclothes, my heart is full of happiness. I've just experienced the most wonderful sex, found a cute, bright young Japanese lover, am sleeping aboard my boat which I love, securely moored up in a safe harbour. What more could a man want? I drift off into a deep, deep sleep, with the warm body of my cute new friend clasped between my arms, the soft regular sound of his deep sleep-breathing in my ears and the special musky-male scent of his body in my nostrils.
I sleep very soundly as soon as we are snuggled up together in
Andy's bunk. I feel so secure and safe held in his arms and as I
slip into the unconsciousness of sleep I know that, at last, I have
found a friend in this strange country of England. I wake up as the
light began to filter down into the cabin. For a split second I
cannot remember where I am. Who is this in bed with me, sprawled
across the bed with his arm across my body? But then it all comes
flooding back to me. The pure joy of yesterday. Meeting in London,
driving to the boat, sailing together, going ashore and . . . .
making love!! Oh such wonderful sexual fulfilment.
Remembering that makes my cock rear up between my legs. I turn my
face and hold my nose close to my lover's chest. I breath in his
wonderful male scent and then, moving so carefully and slowly -
because I do not want to wake Andy, just to enjoy his body while I
have it to myself - I slide my face to the side and am able to
softly nuzzle into the pit under his arm. My nose is filled with
the smells of his wonderful maleness. I cannot help myself, I just
have to explore more of him. After filling my senses with his
wonderful smell, I start to explore below his chest, across his flat
stomach. I keep my fumblings feather-light as I explored him. He
stirs a little and groans quietly. I freeze. Have I woken him? I
lie completely still and Andy's leg twitches slightly but his
breathing continues deep and even. He still sleeps. I wait for an
eternity, my fingers longing to continue their illicit exploration.
Finally I continue.
Oh so lightly gliding down so that I now encounter his thick, blonde
pubic bush. It feels hot and slightly moist deep down in his groin.
Ah! Now! What is this! Now the back of my furtive hand encounters a
soft tube of hot flesh. Andy's cock! It lies, dormant, slumbering
like its owner. So very lightly I brush my finger-tips up and down
the placid beast. But as soon as I start my furtive groping I feel
a growth, a slow tumescence. Now a quick jump. It grows, I feather
it and it twitches and grows some more. I leave the weapon and
continue my exploration, now encountering Andy's balls in their
soft, warm sack. Again I run my finger-tips over the crinkly skin
which tightens under my touch. I tease the sack. But now my
fingers are drawn back to the steely rod that has appeared, jutting
obscenely from my lover's groin. Now it is at full mast. Hot and
hard and needy. It feels magnificent, a proud male phallus which
must seek relief from a compliant lover. As always happens to a
horny man, while he sleeps he grows a huge hardness. I cannot
resist. I have to feel more of this wonderful weapon and
instinctively my fingers start to feather lightly up and down the
steely shaft.
Up and down, up and down and his cock gives a great twitch. Like a
landed fish it jumps under my probing fingers. I pause. Then I
start to glide lightly up ad down again. I long to turn and burrow
under the warm bedclothes then bury my face into his hot groin but I
know that my slithering into the necessary position will wake my
lover. I think that he needs sleep and that he will be angry to be
woken so early.
I stop my fumbling. I lie quiet and still. Andy groans again and
moves his body a little bit. He thrusts his hips forward, his cock
desperately seeking the feathering fingers that have so excited it.
I wait. But I am not too patient, I long to continue this intimate
exploration. Soon my fingers glide back into action and I begin
again where I had abandoned his prick. With the very tips of my
fingers, so very lightly, I slide up and down the shaft. Now I
approach the flared helmet and, making a circle of my thumb and
first finger, slid up and down and across the engorged head. I am
exhilarated by this intimate groping. Having Andy's cock as my
sexual plaything, it is making me feel even more sexed up than when
I awoke.
Suddenly . . . . . Shock . . . Horror! My wrist is gripped
by a steely vice. My hand is dragged away from its private play
area. I am flipped onto my back and Andy's face is towering above
me. For a second terror floods through me. I am caught. I have
woken him. He is furious But his fury does not exist, instead he
lowers his face to mine and we kiss, deeply and intimately and the
breath is driven out of my small body as he slumps his weight down
on top of me and grinds his steel hard cock desperately into my soft
body. He is seriously aroused and humps his hips, driving his eager
rod into my belly.
"So you want to tease me awake, do you, you sexy little guy." he grunts. "You want to explore my private parts, do you. Then get a taste of this."
He rears up again and then turns right round, lowering his groin
gently right into my face. The pubic bush, his steely rod and now
his hot ball-sac - the equipment that I had been so furtively
exploring, are now held against my face. I know, because we
showered together before we went to sleep and because it was I who
washed my lover's places, that he was completely clean. now that I
can smell his raw maleness I know that am enjoying just the
secretions of the night and of his sexual arousal. In a flash I
open my lips and with my tongue began to taste the warm, sweaty
flesh of his crotch. Now he swivels right round and rolls us both
over. He is underneath me, my face still pressed into his genitals
but now his face is nosing into my own private places and I am very
excited that he should want to do this.
I wake up with a start. I'd been having this fantastic dream where I'd picked up this young, cute Japanese guy and we were having the most amazing sex. My cock was frantic with desire and my whole body was aflame with sexual need. Suddenly I remember Michito, my adorable new friend.
Instantly I realise what he has been doing to get me to this stage of frantic arousal. My sperm is boiling in my balls, building up pressure while my cock is rearing rigidly from my groin, aching to release the pressure, longing to be triggered into jetting great gouts of hot semen.
Without saying a word I grab Michito's wrist and drag his hand away from where it furtively groping my groin and I flip him onto his back. I bend over him and we kiss, deeply and intimately. The little imp has got me so aroused that I can't stop the primitive urge that has to thrust my penis desperately into his hot young body. My urge is to thrust my hips and drive my eager rod into my lover. After a few animal lunges I manage to conquer my immediate lust and realise that Michito has been exploring my private parts for some time. Right, now he will have to have an even closer introduction and relieve the pressure that he has caused to build up inside me. I wriggle carefully on top of him and lower my crotch down into his face. I carefully rub my cock and balls across his nose and mouth. After dangling my male parts there for a few seconds, I realise that I yearn to enjoy him in the same way. I roll our two eager bodies so that he is now on top of me but still with his face buried between my strong hairy thighs, right up in the fork between my legs. I wriggle and adjust our positions so that I have the same access and can nuzzle my face deep into his groin, similarly smelling and tasting his private places. We smell and lick, each enjoying the raw maleness and privacy of the other. His penis is perfect. Small but perfect with a straight shaft, plump helmet and a perfect mouthful for me. I do not usually suck cock but this little guy had turned me on so much.
The perfection of his body, his sharp musky man-odours, his salty
sharp taste - I mouthed his manhood like a whore after a sailor's
dick.
My Michito had already shown me that he has the sexual energy which belongs to youth. Here I am lying on my back on the bunk with him above me, his groin straddling my face, his balls knocking against my chin. My fingers tickle and probe his asshole which makes him moan aloud and thrust even harder. The frequency of his jabs increases and he sighs and groans:
"Oh, Yes, tease me ... oh, that's so very good ... Oh, please yes ..." I put my hands on his tight young buns and squeeze them and pull him even closer towards me. I remove my mouth from his twitching rod and take his balls, one at a time, into my mouth and swirl them around. I can feel them getting really tight and moving up into his groin. Then, I return to his cock in my mouth.
"Harder," I urge him, "fuck my face even harder." I can feel the veins on his cock nearly bursting.
"Ah," he groans in surprise and delight , "oh, I can't hold on any more . .. oh, uuugh, here I come" ... and then ... his cute little stiffness turns into a geyser... shooting, and shooting and shooting. Thick, creamy boy cum lathering my throat and my face and dripping down my chin. Salty, wonderful boy juice in what may be the greatest come this young man has had so far.
His dick is still swollen and I grab it and milk the last drops of cum out of the flaring head. For a little guy the amount of spunk he can generate is most impressive.
Still panting from the exertion and emotion of having been brought to shattering orgasm by my Andy I now want so badly to bring him to the same explosion of joy. I dive down again into his crotch and immediately feel Andy reach over and press down on my head:
"Suck my cock, boy! I know you want it. Suck my big, ugly brutal cock! Come on! Do it!!"
I am trembling. I do want it! I want to pleasure it and let my
lover explode with his love juice. Andy bends his cock up with one
hand and presses down on my head with the other.
"Eat it, cocksucker!" Suddenly my mouth is stuffed with hot, sweaty
cock and I almost faint with excitement. Andy groans, arching up,
rocking his loins, forcing me to swallow more of his rigid seven
inches.
"Eat it, boy, yeah, suck my big one! Suction the cum out of it!"
Moaning, sucking, I press my small body against Andy, wrapping my
smooth legs around Andy's muscular hairy thigh, humping Andy's leg
as I suck my lover's throbbing cock. As my head bobs up and down
mouthing the lewd fuck-stick, I thrill at the feel of the cock-veins
rippling against my lips. The huge cock tastes so good that I
almost want to bite it off and swallow it.
"Yeahhh!" Andy sighed. "Oh Boy, suck it!" He pants with pent up desire as he rocks his muscular loins.
"Yeah, suck the head! Oh fuck! Lick it right there, yeah!"
I think that my jaws will dislocate, but I grunt with delirious joy,
sucking and tonguing and drooling and bobbing my head.
As I devour Andy's delicious cock, I am playing with Andy's
egg-sized balls and rubbing sweat from between his thighs and his
hairy ball-sac onto my nose, getting drunker on the studly aroma
than I was on the beer last night I am totally and wonderfully out
of my mind.
"You're good, baby, you're so-o-o-o good," Andy says, rocking his hips and grunting his appreciation. "Suck that big cock, baby!" His cock is swelling larger and harder by the second.
I can feel Michito working his own throbbing cock against my thigh, humping rapidly as he sucks and slurps and sucks. "Oh fuck!" I can hear myself hiss, my muscular feet working, my toes clutching. Now I arch up, and drive my cock deep into Michito's throat.
"I'm coming!' My cock jolts, fucking a torrent of jism down Michito's throat.
Michito chokes as the thick wads of spunk splash against his tonsils and slides down his throat like hot oysters, but he keeps sucking, guzzling every hot spurt of my delicious studcream. As he guzzles cum, he goes into a humping frenzy and I believe that he must see stars, nearly passing out as his own cum explodes once more, this time smearing all over my thigh. He keeps humping and sucking until he's squeezed every drop out of both of us.
Totally spent we uncouple ourselves from our intimate position and roll back with our heads on the pillows. "Huh! You sexy little tike, Michito, look it's still only 5.30 in the morning. I don't know about you but I need more sleep OK"
"OK, Andy, I sorry I woke you. I thought you stay asleep."
"Stay asleep? You must be joking! How can a red-blooded male stay asleep while he's being fondled with all the delicate skill of an oriental geisha?"
"I so sorry. Now you are cross. I didn't want that you will wake up."
"This is how cross I am," and Michito flinched as I leant towards him - but wriggled happily against me as soon as he realised that I had only moved to kiss him deeply in a grateful, post-orgasmic intimacy.
The two young men quickly fell asleep again, sated by their love-making which they had both enjoyed twice in a such a short space of time. They slept deeply, snug and warm inside the bedding and clasped together like two tired and sated puppies.
They wake late, half way through Sunday morning. After their heavy love-making the previous evening and during the night, they both feel sweaty and sticky and badly need a shower, clean clothes and breakfast.
"Come on Michito, time to get up. We both need a shower."
All I get in reply is a quiet mumble as he snuggles down in the bunk, obviously unwilling to get up yet, needing more sleep. I get up and start the engine to give us hot water for a shower and for breakfast. I let it run for half an hour while I write down the weather forecast and do a few small jobs around the boat. Then, when I reckon the water will be hot, I peer into the bunk again.
"Hey Dozey! Rise and Shine. Shower time." I say, gently shaking the slumbering dormouse that is curled up in the bunk. No reaction. So I strip back the bedclothes and look down at Michito's small curled up body. I lean down and blow gently backwards and forwards across his eyes. They open and gaze back into mine. Instantly a huge grin spreads across his face and he leaps up, wraps his arms around my shoulders and buries his face into my neck, nuzzling and licking. He is clinging onto me and I straighten up and carry him into the head. There we enjoy the cascade of hot water and wash away the stickiness of the night, emerging fresh and clean. We get dressed and I make us a big breakfast of bacon and egg, toast and marmalade.
"Sorry there's no raw fish," I say.
"I like English breakfast - alone with Englishman," he mumbles.
We clear up the saloon and then I get the boat ready for sea again. Michito is a natural sailor and, without my needing to tell him what to do, he watches me and quietly gets on with helping me where needed. I hoist the Mainsail and he slips the lines from the buoy. Then Michito is standing by the Genoa halliard and as we get under way, after a nod from me, he hoists it, quickly coils the halliard and nips back to the cockpit to haul in the mainsheet. We're off, under sail, and with hardly a word needing to be spoken between us.
We have a glorious sail that day. Sailing out of the Solent, across Sandown Bay and out towards St Catherine's Point. Right round the Southern side of the Isle of Wight, enjoying the multi-colours of the cliffs, revelling in the hot sunshine and the fresh Southerly breeze. As we sail along I watch Michito. His happiness is a joy to me. All day his face radiates his exhilaration, his eyes sparkle and he sports a joyous grin. I frequently catch him studying me, I think he is seeking my approval.
I'm happy too. Happy to be able to bring such obvious joy to Michito and happy to have found this beautiful young friend with his cute body and loving manner. Watching him work around the yacht I revel in the sight of his perfect little body. Because the weather is so ideal, he changes into just a pair of skimpy white satiny shorts which emphasise the sexiness of his body. Although small by European standards, he has strong arms, a chunky well- muscled chest which tops his narrow waist and flat stomach. Neat hips, muscular calves and thighs and the kind of cute, chunky little bum to die for. As he stands up by the mast he is silhouetted against the bright sun and his shorts are almost transparent. I can see that under them he wears a pair of skimpy red briefs with a plump pouch in front and with the taut cloth cupping his shapely buns behind. My thoughts keep returning to the previous evening and to our waking at dawn and my cock swells massively inside my underwear at the memory of the things we did together.
I prepare a simple lunch of soup and sandwiches and the boat practically sails itself as we enjoy the food and some beer, lying on bunk mattresses brought up from below and placed on the cockpit seats. When he's finished eating, Michito curls up with his body press close to mine. I feel the warmth of him and his special scent rouses me. I start to gently caress his chest, gliding my fingers over his soft, dark brown skin, tracing whirling patterns and from time to time, slipping a finger across the taut nub of first his port and then his starboard nipple. In no time they harden and I know he must be feeling them tingle. Michito snuggles up even closer to me and breathes so deeply that it is as if he is purring softly. Now my fingers creep lower, fluttering lightly down across his neat flat stomach, circling his belly button, sliding softly around the waistband of his satiny shorts, inside which I detect his obvious arousal.
The feel of his warm smooth body and his sensual reaction triggers my own libido. Memories of the previous night's intimacies leap to the front of my brain, shoot through my body and terminate in my groin. I look at Michito's face. He is gazing at my groin, licking his lips. He sighs.
"I want it," he demands of me, " I want your hugeness."
He disentangles himself from beside me and stands up the better to reach my flies and release what he so much desires. But the sight of his cute bottom, covered only by the thin satin material of his shorts is too much for me. I want that bum, it has to be the neatest, pertest, prettiest little bottom I've seen for the longest time. As I sit on the cockpit seat, I whisk him round so that he is standing between my thighs with his back and bum towards me. I trap his slight body in a vice-like scissoring of my knees, he's trapped, he cannot escape. In an instant I bend forward and bury my face into the warm, soft muscles of his buttocks. I slide my face up and down and across his bum, breathing in the wonderful mixture of masculine smells. He feels like a pillow which moves a little and is sort of warm and human. My head is filled with a mixed aroma of satiny cloth, some sort of slightly musky phemerone, and his sort of insidious natural male odour. Unable to control my desire I snatch at the waistband of the cute little shorts and whip them down so they hang from Michito's knees.
Naked except for his deck shoes, Michito stands in front of me. I stare at his back and at the smooth chunky cheeks of his ass. Again I bend forward and rub my face over the smooth hot flesh of my lover's now bared bottom. Available for my pleasure, the cute buns are wiggled invitingly - Michito knows what I want and he wants it too - wants it badly. and now. I slide the hot wet tip of my wriggly tongue up and down, up and down the crease between Michito's honey coloured muscular buttocks, spreading my slick hot saliva over the smooth surface. Then I let it shoot out of my loving mouth to flick over the orifice of Michito's tender anus, and he groans and trembles with the exquisite sensation of it. I reach round to his front and find that his cock is responding fiercely, inflating and lengthening until it throbs and jerks. God, what a sensation - my slippery tongue spearing into the snug hollow of his parted buttocks!
Now I slip my hand around and in, under Michito's trembling body, to cup his smooth little balls and relieve their weight. They're hot, tight and loaded in his anxious, aching scrotum. My tongue slides in, seeming to grow still thicker in the slender track of Michito's anus. I tongue-fuck my sailor-boy up the ass, jabbing hard and fast with my wet warm tongue. His anal muscle trembles and clamps down in automatic protest at the intimately lingering licking. With his asshole helplessly expanded to accept the wriggling loving tongue, licking and slicking around up inside him, I play fondly with Michito's sweaty sperm-filled balls.
I am sure that desire and the near-torturous superbness of what I am doing is becoming an almost unbearable urgency within Michito. Could there be a more marvellous sensation than this - standing here with a loving young man's gentle wet tongue paying homage to his most intimate place, his sweat filled young male ass?
Still standing in front of me, his shorts still half way down his thighs like a little boy being smacked and becoming in more and more anguish, his cock standing out like a bar of heated iron, the engorging blood pounding in it, and its head roaring for the release of the dammed up pressure.. With a half- strangled moan as if in agony, Michito bends over. His grossly swollen organ leaps upward like a curving sword. Then it slaps down onto his belly, aimed straight up at his chin and showing me its veined and violently distended underside. It resembles the cock of a horny stallion; dark, moist and visibly throbbing with the head completely out of its protective skin. It could not be more erect; it is standing rigidly upwards, not out, even though he, too, is standing.
"Oh, Andy!" he gasps. "You're made me to cum again," and he wanks his cock at furious speed as I resume my oral stimulation of his cute young bottom. His spunk spurts out of his engorged penis in thick, white, creamy jets and splats down into the white nylon shorts.
Michito crumples to the floor of the cockpit, utterly spent after a third, mammoth maritime orgasm. I reach to pick him up and he wriggles from my grasp like a landed fish. He dashes down below where I cannot follow because I have to sail the boat. He grins up at me with his cute, wicked grin. Then disappears into the head. My urgency diminishes slowly as I concentrate on the boat, quickly fixing our position, trimming the sails and muttering to myself:
"OK Michito, you owe me one!"
As we sail peacefully along, past the Needles, I find the mackerel line and spinners and put it over the stern. In a short while, as I had hoped, I sense it tugging, haul it in and unhook no less than three plump fish. Michito appears and chortles with excitement.
"Ah So! Fresh fish, that is so good."
He pounces on the fish and produces a wicked looking knife from the pocket of the jeans he is now wearing and proceeds to expertly gut the fish, throwing them into the galley sink basin. Then I look aft and pull in the line for a second time - two more beauties which immediately get the same Michito treatment.
"Tonight we eat fish, Japanese style," he announces happily. I decide that we'll spend Sunday night in Poole Harbour. There's a safe peaceful and secluded anchorage I know to the East of Brownsea Island. With the forecast for light and variable winds I know we will be safe, and almost certainly undisturbed there without the need to keep an anchor watch. We sail gently across Christchurch Bay as the sun slowly lowers in the Western sky, slip through the entrance and drift quietly to the spot where Michito lets go the anchor at my command.
By now the sun has set, the wind has dropped away to almost nothing, the sea-birds mournful cries are tailing away as they settle for the night. Together we secure the yacht and then I go and sit down quietly in the cockpit to enjoy the peace of the evening. Michito disappears below and soon a bottle of beer is passed up and some wonderful cooking smells waft up from the galley.
Michito produces the most wonderful meal from the fresh mackerel we'd caught and several spicey sauces which he's managed to cobble together from what he's found in the galley. The plates of food are absolutely delicious and when I thank and congratulate him he wriggles with pleasure. After we've eaten, he won't let me wash up or clear up the galley, instead I'm ordered to sit in the cockpit, drink the coffee he's prepared and sip a glass of brandy.
After a while the clattering down below ends and a little figure climbs up on deck and curls up close beside me. "That was a great meal you gave us, Michito. Thank you again."
He sighs happily and looks up at me. My heart lurches at the sight of this beautiful young man who looks at me with such trust and love filling his dark, almond-shaped eyes. I sip the last of the brandy and then realise that my little friend is shivering slightly.
"Are you cold?" I ask.
"Yes, I quite cold up here. Maybe we go down into the boat." he answers.
Michito leads the way down and as I turn to climb backwards down the ladder I feel a groping hand fondle my ass. I whip my hand round and grip the groping wrist. Michito tries to wriggle free but without success. We wrestle round the saloon table and I manage to flip him onto one of the seats. He slides out of my grasp and darts into the fo'c'sle. I follow him to find him crouched on the twin bunks up there. As I'm standing on the cabin sole his face is level with my crotch. His hands snake round behind me and grasp my buttocks, dragging my groin into his face.
"I want this! he breathes.
His eager fingers find the tang of my zipper and in a flash he has unzipped my jeans. Now I stand in front of him, no longer struggling, chasing, trapping but hoping. I wait to see what he will do. Our short bout of battling has aroused me yet again. I feel that ever since I met him my cock has been in a permanent state of arousal.
His face buries into my open fly and I feel him nuzzling my cock through my briefs. He noses up and down the rapidly expanding shaft of my cock. He noses lower down, smelling my balls through the thin cotton of my underwear. I can here him snuffling and moaning softly as he explores my crotch. Then - a wet sensation! He is licking the head of my cock through the material of my briefs, he is munching my shaft, the sharpness of his teeth blunted by the cotton. He gnaws up and down as if nibbling a cob of corn and my cock jumps with excitement at this treatment. He replaces his nose and mouth with his fingers and traces up and down my thick weapon. He taps a quick rhythm on my cock-head, lightly teasing it and making it leap in sympathy.
"Ohhh Andy," he breathes, "it is big. Big English cock belongs now to Michito. I want. I must have it."
My jeans are eased down my thighs and concertinad down to my ankles. My briefs follow but not before he has forced his head between my thighs and sniffed eagerly around the warm material, savouring the concentrated smells of my crotch, distilled there during a busy day at sea. Then my underwear is lowered to nestle into my jeans. Now he has full and unrestricted access to my rearing cock and spunk-filled balls. He sits back and stares. He must love what he sees for, in a flash, he is back again, licking and slurping at my cock like a baby calf at its mother's teat. He licks and nibbles and covers my prick in saliva. My cock is aching with pleasure as it receives this warm, wet stimulation. His mouth leaves my rod and I feel him blowing softly on my ball-sack. Then I feel his pointy tongue lick light lines up and down, it slides round between my hot balls and right up into the cleft of my inner thighs. Intimate, personal attention which inflames my lust further and makes my cock yearn for more of the ministrations it has so recently received.
"My cock! My Cock!! Suck me. Oh Yessss. Wrap your mouth round my weapon," I grunt.
Suddenly he leaves my tantalised balls and engulfs the head and half the shaft of my screaming cock in his hot mouth. He suctions up and down a few times and I hear wet, slurping cock-sucking sounds. He twirls his tongue across my helmet and my cock leaps with this sexual stimulation and, at the same time, my balls start to creep upwards, the skin of my testicles tautening, crinkling. I'm getting very close due to the unbelievably exquisite ministration of this Oriental sexual wizard. Just as I think that the pleasure has peaked, Michito opens his throat and engulfs just about the whole of my rearing penis, his throat muscles milking, gripping, pleasuring. I look down at him to find that as he is sucking my cock with such consumate skill, his eyes are locked onto mine, he gazes up at me with hope and lust as he is servicing me and bringing me up to this ultimate pleasure.
I can't help myself. My hips start to thrust and hump and fuck my swollen member in and out of his suctioning mouth. With a series of loud grunts which are in time with my thrusts, I fuck his face while he hangs on and continues to suction my shaft, my flaring cock-head and causing my spunk to start boiling upwards from my balls.
I am thrusting urgently, grunting desperately and then, without warning, I can no longer hold back the luscious pleasure and pressure. Like a bursting dam my spunk surges up the length of my rigid cock, I feel great ecstatic jolts all the way up and my semen spunks forth. One great jetting burst followed by three more geysers of cum. My legs tremble then shake desperately. I almost fall down with the intensity of what is happening to me. Michito hums with joy and slurps down my sexual gift. Despite the fearsome pressure of the gouts of man- cream, he manages to absorb just about my total load. He locks on to the jetting geyser and prolongs the intensity of my orgasm. I gasp and snatch my over-sensitive cock from its happy torturer. I stagger back into the main cabin, hobbled by my jeans and underwear still crumpled around my ankles, and slump down on the seat, totally spent.
"Now I don't owe you one anymore," he grins up at me.
For a moment I can hardly speak as my senses come crashing back to earth.
"Oh you sexy little wizard," I finally gasp. "Where did you learn tricks like that?"
"I make up what I think you like." he answered, "you did like, didn't you?"
"Oh no, I hated it, didn't you feel me trying to struggle free of your evil ministration?"
For a second his face falls, his eyes fill with concern but then he stops to think. Already he is getting used to my teasing. "Oh well then," he grins, "then you won't need my services ever again!"
To be continued if I get enough praise! Or if you think I can improve it please let me know as well.
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