TWO MINDS WITH BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT.
by Andy Macdonald.
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CHAPTER VII.
Two young men, one British the other Japanese have met in London and in a very short time their friendship turns to love. They have ended up on a Friday evening at Andy's flat where they make frantic, feverish love. It's now Saturday morning and they are in Andy's bed sharing the breakfast that Michito has prepared.
"OK my lover, what would you like to do today?" Andy enquires of Michito.
"We go to your boat." states Michito.
"No, It's a bit too late now. It's not really worth driving down to Portsmouth beause by the time we get there we won't be able to do much before it's time to drive back again. Tell you what, I'll take you on a mystery tour."
Mihito's initial look of disappointment turnd to one of excitement.
"Ah so, mystery tour. Where we go?"
"Well you goof, if I tell you where we're going it won't be a mystery will it?"
Michito's hand snakes under the bedclothes and his finger worms its way between my legs. He nips my balls lightly.
"I not goof."
I grab his wrist and force his hand away from its target, the breakfast tray gives a terrifying luch.
"Oh Andy, you be careful. You upset all tray over the bed. Make
terrible mess."
He jumps off the bed and takes the tray away and I get up and go into my bathroom for a shower. When I come back into the bedroom Michito has laid out some clothes for me on the bed.
"You wear these for mystery tour" he says.
He has chose well, a smart Versace shirt which compliments the pair of tan- coloured slacks which he somehow knows are just very slightly too tight and which show off the lower half of my body to perfection. Socks, underwear, all ready for me to throw on. Michito is jumping about with excitment hardly able to wait for the start of the mystery tour.
The two lovers leave the flat and descend down to the underground garage and into Andy's convertible BMW.
"You take down roof, it is good weather. Is good with roof down."
I haven't said anything to him but I've decided that I'll take Michito down to Brighton. I think he'll like that.
"Where we go?" he asks again.
"I'm kidnapping you, Michito," I tell him. I'm taking you down to the sea and I'm going to sell you to some sailing captain as a slave boy."
He shivers with fear or is it excitement? I don't know. He shifts over in his seat so that his arm rubs against mine taking comfort from the touching of our bodie. I drive through the Elephant & Castle on our way South.
We weave our way through the traffic until we reach the M25 highway and then I can really get the car moving. I'm driving fast and although Michito is peering at the road signs, I don't think that he has managed to work out where we're headed. I take the road that goes over the Downs to the North of the city and drive up a narrow winding lane then stop the car on top of one of the rolling green hills. The countryside spreads away on all sides of us. It is quiet and beautiful and the air is fresh and clear. Happily the sun is shining brilliantly. We both climb out of the car. A lark climbs high into the sky with its cheerful twitterng cry, it is a complete contrast to the polluted air and traffic filled streets of London.
"Is nice place" sighs Michito quietly. "Is beautiful place. Mystery
Tour is good so far."
I lock the car and we set off across the springy grass. Michito skips happily along beside me. He looks so very cute in his brilliant white T-shirt and tight light-blue jeans. Like an excited boy. My very own precious toy-boy. Just watching him gives me lustful thoughts.
We walk for baout two miles across the turf before reaching a small village in which I know there is a very old pub. Thatched roof, low ceilings and old oak beams. Because it is so far off the beaten track, it is all genuine, not the mock "tudorbethan" sham that is found nearer the main roads.
We go in and I order two pints of "real ale" which I know is drawn from a wooden barrel. I also order two of the house's speciality - platters of a mixture of smoked and cured fish with salad. In no time these are deliverd to our table by a cute young blonde waiter. As he walks back to the kitchen I automatically check out his cheeky derriere.
"You not look at him," hisses Michito.
"Look at who?" I whisper innocently.
"You not look at cute young, blonde waiter with very sexy bum."
"I never look a waiters. I don't like waiters . . . " I pause, "Only Japanese waiters." I add with a wicked grin.
We laugh and sort out our plates of food and our drinks and start to tuck into the meal.
"Alright Mich," I enquire.
"Is very good. I like. I think Mystery Tour is good, nearly as good as
sailing."
We finish the meal and after a cup of coffee I settle the bill and we walk slowly back to the car, enjoying the wide open countryside. With a sigh of enjoyment I flop down on my back on the mossy turf. Michito lies down beside me but at a slight distance and I remember that he will never show the slighest hint of our intimacy when we are in public. The sun shines down on us and the sense of peace and quiet is wonderful. We both drift off into a post-luncheon snooze.
After a while I roll over and nudge my mystery tourist.
"Wake up, Mich," I say softly rubing the back of his hand, "time for the next stage of the tour."
He mumbles something sleepily, rubs his eyes and sits up.
"You're hard you sexy little ram" I chuckle and I palm his groin, pressing down on the erection outlined in his tightly filled jeans.
He jumps up and thrusts his hands down inside his waistband struggling to adjust his engorged prick. He walks awkwardly across to the car, grinning naughtily at me.
"I have sexy dream." he says.
"Oh yes. What were you dreaming about, "I ask.
"I dream I fuck you." he answers in a matter of fact way.
"Oh you do, do you? You are too small to fuck me. I do all the fucking in this partnership, remember? Or has your cheeky little bum forgotten already how much it likes to get shagged by a thick British ramrod?"
Michito giggles, sticks out his tongue and climbs into the car which I have unlocked with the remote key.
I drive off and we make our way down the steep lane, onto the main road and down to the seasfront at Hove. We trundle along the Victorian style sea front towards the centre of Brighton, past the front of the Grand Hotel. From the corner of my eye I see that Michito is enjoying the facades of the buildings, the grandeur of the Regency squares and that of the hotel. I drive into the car park.
"Hang on here, Mich, I'll just go and check in then I'll come back and fetch you, OK?"
I walk into the hotel and up to the reception desk where, to my relief, I find that they have a suite available. I sign the form and tell them that I have luggage outside in the carpark. I chuck the keys at a young porter telling him the number of the car and walk back outside to collect Michito.
When he sees me he jumps out of the car and we walk into the hotel's impressive foyer. Mich's eyes are everywhere, his face reflecting the awe that he is experiencing. I steer him towards the lifts and we shoot up to the top floor. I find the door to our suite, slide in the plastic key open the door and usher Mich into the hallway shutting the door behind me.
Mich stands stock still peering around him in wonderment.
"Is so big this place. Who else comes?" he breathes.
"Well, in a minute a very cute young page-boy will come up with our luggage. Oh and I've invited that pretty young waiter from the pub where we had lunch, yes, and a couple of my ex boyfriends . . . ."
Mich jumps up at me, grips his legs around my waist in a fierce scissor-lock and glues his mouth to mine in a fierce kiss. Drawing back he says:
"I kill them. Everyone. Is big mystery how they die! No one but you
knows what is motif." He locks his mouth back onto mine before I can say
a word.
Just then there is a knock at the door, Michito scuttles into the sitting room and the bell boy arrives with the luggage.
"Just put it down in the hall here," I tell him handing him a pound coin and I can just make out two bright eyes peering round the corner of the door. The young man leaves.
"He is a very cute young page-boy," says Mich, "you naughty. What you
say to him?"
"I didn't say anything you jealous thing. Come on, let's have a look round this suite."
Mich grins and bounds around, peering into the bedroom, the bathroom, opening doors, cupboards, trying out the TV, I can see that he is highly impressed.
"Bathroom has jacussi" he says happily.
"OK, time for more mystery tour," I tell him, "By the way where are we?"
"I not know. We are at seasde but I not know what town but is nice, I
like very much this place."
"Right oh then. Let's go and find out where we are."
We go down in the lift and walk out onto the esplanade where we make our way along the sea front towards the pier. We wander right out to the end of the pier and gaze at the ocean, breathing in the glorious sea air which is such a pleasant change from the polluted city, then we stroll back along the pier and I guide us to "The Lanes" a series of very narrow streets with antique shops, jewellers and all sorts of interesting small old shops. Mich is enchanted, darting from shop window to shop window, looking at everything. Then we make our way to "The Pavillion" an Edwardian palace built by a former Prince of Wales to amuse himself and his friends by the sea. Once again Mich is thrilled by the grandeur and elegance as we walk from room to room in the oriental folly.
It's getting late now so we meander back to the Grand Hotel and make our way back up to our suite.
"Well my oriental folly, are you enjoying your mystery tour?"
"Ah Andy, you such a wonderful friend. Everything is so good. I like it
all very much. I love you, you are so good to me."
Again he jumps up and his arms and legs both lock around me passionately as he gives me the longest, deepest kiss anyone could experience. His eyes are glued to mine and express his deepest love.
I decide that we would both prefer to have a good meal in the privacy of the splendid suite rather than go out and experience the stares of other diners in a restaurant, so, while Michito is in the bathroom I ring room service and order us a slendid dinner. Some forty minutes later while the two of us are watching the big TV screen there is a knock at the door.
"Nip back into the bedroom, Mich" I say. He does and I go to the door and in come a couple of waiters wheeling a large trolley which they procede to convert into a dining table and onto which they lay out our splendid feast. This is quickly accomplished and as soon as they have left, I switch off the lights and go into the bedroom and, to Mitchito's surprise blindfold him with my handkerchief and lead him out into the sitting room.
"OK, Mitch, you can look now."
He removes the blindfold and gasps as he sees the table so elegantly laid with flowers and the glow of the candles.
We thoroughly enjoy the delicious meal which we wash down with some very special claret. Mich doesn't drink much but even the couple of glasses he does take make him very giggly.
"You make me drunk," he chuckles, "so you can have wicked way with me."
I don't comment. We don't hurry the meal but eventually eat our way through the courses and finally get up from the table and I flop down on the settee. Michito sits on the floor at my feet and I support his small body between my knees. I switch on the TV and flick through the channels until I stumble across a programme about a round the world sailing race which we both watch avidly. At the end, Mich's hand slips into mine, he gazes up at me then clambers to his feet, dragging me into the bedroom. He closes the door firmly behind us and asks me what I like and I say,
"Looking at your beautiful body." He smiles. He surprises me by pushing me backwards so that I'm sitting on the end of the bed, he jumps up on my lap, straddling me, and then gives me a kiss.
"You smell nice," he says, "like a strong, sexy mannnnnn!"
"Oh, so you like to smell strong men do you?", I tease him.
"Yes, very much he says, wriggling on my lap and sticking his nose
under my armpit. "Mmmmm, nice, funky, man-smell", he murmers.
He whips his shirt off and drops his jeans which he kicks off his legs then he kisses me again. I kiss him back as I run my hands over his silky smooth, hairless torso and legs. I feel muscles in him I didn't know he had. He startles me with his new found aggressiveness and pushes me back on the bed and takes off my shirt. His chest brushes against my nipples and sends shivers through me. I reach down and caress his firm ass through the satiny underwear he has on. He lifts up, showing me the hard-on that is begging to get out of those tight underpants. He undous my belt and has a bit of trouble with the first button-fly on my slacks. Having overcome that obstacle, he unzips my slacks and takes them off for me, and then my socks, one by one. The socks he puts on the floor, but he hangs my slacks on a hook on the wall, but not before I see him take a quick dive inside and breath in deeply. He is sniffing my sweaty crotch odours trapped inside the fork of my trousers. He turns and smiles again, making sure I take notice of the throbbing member in his underpants.
"Andy. Turn around for me. I want to get a good look at you."
He pauses and stares at me. I get the feeling that he is in charge now. My own prick throbs with desire at this new turn of events. I remember him telling me of the dream he had that afternoon.
He raises his arms above his head in a graceful sweeping gesture and folds them behind his neck as he makes his slow, deliberate turn. His body is completely hairless and has the sheen of fine silk satin.
"You are absolutely precious," I tell him. I'm not sure he understands that word, but he thanks me with a playful kiss, gently nibbling my lip. By this time I am getting very turned on and I feel that I might cum without even removing my briefs, but I control myself and take my time.
Then I dive at him, spin him round and bury my face into his satin-covered bum. It is my turn to get a good sniff. And what a wonderful, warm, funky smell fills my eager nostrils and makes my cock stiffen rod-hard in my briefs. Mich giggles and thrusts his perfect little bottom back into my searching face. He rubs his satin covered bum cheeks across my face.
Now he spins around and looks me right in the eyes and without breaking the stare removes his underpants and waves them in front of my face, inches fom my nose. He slips down his underwear, stepping out of them one leg at a time.
His hard-on smacks up against his smooth stomach and I am surprised by its size. It seems larger and more urgent than it had during our previous sessions of lovemaking, it is surprisingly large considering his small frame. Standing there, arms crossed with a "come and get it" look on his face, he motions with his head for me to stand up and I do. He rubs his hands over my chest and licks at my nipples before sliding his tongue slowly down my chest to the elastic band of my briefs. He gently pulls them out and then down to the floor as he sniffs at my balls and shaft. I sit down on the edge of the bed and he goes to work on my cock, taking the full length down his throat. My head is spinning as I look down at this beautiful young man diligently blowing me for all he is worth. His hands caress my balls and he works his tongue and eager mouth on me for a few minutes.
Somehow he senses when I am feeling the warning signs of orgasm, he pulls off my twitching cock and lies down on his back on the bed. He takes his place next to me and I suck his rock- hard cock into my mouth. He close his eyes as I slowly vacuum his young dick in a gentle fashion. I know that I have to taste this beautiful morsel of a man and I straddle him while pulling on his firm nipples. I bend into my task of pleasuring his plump penis. I hear him moan and feel him raise his hips to feed me all he has to give. His semi-thick 6" cock pulses in my mouth and I move to his balls, not wanting him to come yet. I roll over pulling him on top of me as I position my cock between his legs. We kiss for a while in this position, my hands caressing every inch of his beautiful small body.
"I fuck you now!" he states firmly.
"What? You cheeky little monkey," I growl, "I don't get fucked. I do the fucking, or hadn't you noticed?"
I grab him round the waist and try to throw him onto his back but he slips away like a wriggling eel. Try as I might I cannot grip his slippery, writhing body
"You will like," he announces with a frankness that surprises me.
"Huh!" I mutter as he slides off me to gather some necessaries from the nightstand.
"I use condom?" he says. He selects one of the silver packages, tears
it open and expertly slides it down his shaft, he then applies a
liberal dose of K-Y first to his cock and then to my ass. He pushes
me firmly so that I am lying face down on the bed.
I want to fuck my lover. That sounds a terrible thing to want but I
cannot help it, I have a great urgency. Although I love him deeply
and respect him very much, I am so very grateful to him, nevertheless
the primitive male urge in me needs to express my love by mounting
him, gripping him with my arms, riding his hard male body and plunging
my rampant cock deep within him. I yearn to jet my semen far into his
body while I am humping my hips above him, while my prick is steely
hard and drilling into the hot channel whose gripping door is hidden
deep inside the dark valley between his tough muscled buttocks. To
possess, dominate, command, control, to ultimately use as he has used
me and as I have so enjoyed being the recipient of his most primative
and intimate lunging.
I stand above him, looking down as he lies on his stomach, his hard,
chunky buttocks beckoning my phallus. He is mine to take. I lower
myself down onto his sweating back, my arms gripping his shoulders my
cock probing, searching in the sweaty valley and then, to my surprise,
he guides me in with one hand and I gasp as I feel my cock slipping
into his crack, glide over the nub of his anus and finally slide past
the tight anal rim. He sucks in air through clenched teeth and,
rearing up, pulls me to him, forcing my cock all the way into his
tight ass. I take a few short thrusts and then ask if I am hurting
him. He answeres no with a shake of his head and humps his bottom
upwards to meet my urgent thrusts. I shag him like that slowly for a
few minutes, kissing him, licking and biting on his ears and neck. He
squirmes beneath me and moans. I reach under him and feel his hard-on
pressing into the bed cover and realise that I should give it some
attention too.
I pull out, turn him around and mount him again in a single quick
motion. He gasps and pushes his ass forward to meet my deep thrusts.
I am in him to the balls and I enjoy looking down watching my cock
penetrate his ass. I reach into his crutch and begin to stroke his
throbbing cock. His whole body tenses and his moaning must surely be
heard even outside our room. I know that it is he who usually does
the fucking and I sense that he prefers his own rhythm to mine and he
moves my hand aside as he jacks his pre-cum dripping prick.
In my excitement I slip out of his ass and he quickly flips over
again, spreads his legs and pulls me back on top of him. This time I
don't need his hand to guide me. My cock knows where it is begging to
be, where it has to thrust and power probe deep into the furnace hot
tunnel of my lover. He continues jacking his own cock as I really
get into the fuck and pound his ass with hard, fast penetrating
strokes. I swivel my hips and thrust into him at an angle, I withdraw
slowly, the friction of his ass lips causing me juddering pleasure,
then I ram forwards again, in complete control. Somehow one of Andy's
hands shoots up behind me, grabbing my hair and pulling me to his
face. He kisses me furiously as we both groan with the extatic
passion of coitus.
His whole body tenses again and I felt his hot cum
shoot all over my stomach and chest. His orgasm causes his ass ring
to tighten and relax deliciously with each shot of his load. The
combination of his tight ass, his strong handsome face contorted with
pleasure and the way he digs his nails into my back causes me to
thrust harder, deeper until suddenly I feel that the volcano inside me
is about to erupt, my strokes get shorter, faster, more frantic until
with a long groan of exquisit ecstacy I give the fiercest thrust yet,
my cum jets out of my cock deep into the body of my lover, my legs
tremble uncontrollably and I am brought to a fantastic, shuddering
orgasm that sends ripples of pleasure through my cock, up and down my
spine and to the tips of my fingers and toes. I cum in what feels
like tidal waves beneath a full moon and then collapse on top of Andy
in exhaustion. I am gasping for air, I am sweating furiously and I
feel dizzy with the violent energy of it all.
"Oh you little beauty," gasps Andy, "you're a viscious little fuck machine but Oh Wow, I've never been shagged like that before. I can't believe a little fellow like you can throw a fuck like that."
Michito has shagged himself to a standstill, he is slumped back on the bed, his body just thrown away, limbs sprawled out over the bed, his legs jerking as if in after shock. I lean over his panting body and with feather light fingers I stroke his chest, his arms, his stomach but miss out his cock and balls which, I know, will be super-sensitive after their recent ardour. Mich purrs with delight and afterglow.
Both young men drift off into a post-coital sleep for a few minutes and then Andy gets up and walks slowly to the bathroom. Michito joins him and they luxuriate under the strong jet of a steaming hot shower. They wash away the sweaty stickiness of their furious coupling and, after towelling each other dry with the huge, rough towels, they meander back into the bedroom and fall back into the bed, sated, exhausted and very happy.
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